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It was appropriately gloomy weather on the afternoon
when my good friend Alicia
was buried. Her death at the hands of a drunk driver was a tragedy that
all of
her many friends felt very deeply. Of course, her husband and two young
children were devastated by the loss. I had known Alicia since our high
school
days when we wre both cheerleaders. We saw each other almost every day
during
the following years, often at the health club. After our work-outs, we
would
share long talks over coffee about the traumas and joys of our lives. I
thought
I knew everything about her, and every one of her friends. Was I ever
wrong!
The funeral service was held outdoors, next to the grave site. More than a
hundred people attended, all bundled up against the insistent Autumn
chill. I
knew everyone there, most with tears filling their eyes. Half-way through
the
service, I noticed someone who I didn't recognize, on the far side of the
circle of Alicia's friends. He was leaning against the gnarled trunk of a
huge
sugar maple, ablaze with golden foliage, and he was dressed more casually
than
most of the mourners. Although he was physically part of the group, I knew
instinctively that he was separate and mysterious. My curiosity was
piqued; who
was this one person I didn't know, who felt strongly enough to attend
Alicia's
funeral?
I needed to know. So when the final words were spoken, I avoided
conversation
with the friends standing near me. Instead I circled around the outside of
the
group toward the tree where he had been standing. He was already gone.
Glancing
around, I saw him sitting on a stone wall a couple hundred feet away,
staring
off into space. He was deep in thought, and perhaps I should have left him
in
peace. But I so wanted to know how he was connected to Alicia, about whom
I
thought I knew everything. I screwed up my courage and walked over the
leaf-strewn grass, silently sitting near him on the wall. Minutes passed
without a word, as we watched everyone else walk away from the grave. Even
when
the last car had sped off down the dirt road, our quiet meditation
continued,
until finally he turned his head toward mine, and said "I probably
shouldn't
have come here today, but I just couldn't stay away. Alicia had a powerful
and
exciting influence on my life, and in my way, I loved her very much."
What on earth was he talking about? According to him, Alicia and he had
been
close. But he was unknown to her community of friends. So I just had to
ask
bluntly "Who are you, anyway. I'm sure that I've never seen you with
Alicia, or
around town."
"I've never actually met Alicia, at least not in person. But she and I
knew
everything about each other, since we talked to each other over computer
networks. We were sort of like penpals, or e-pals, I guess you might say."
He
saw the bewildered look on my face, and continued "I would explain all
this to
you, but what she and I had was very special, and very intimate. And it
was
absolutely secret. So I'm not sure that I should go on. I would hate for
her
family to be hurt."
I asked "How do you know that I'm not a family member?" To which he
answered
"Well I'm pretty sure that I know who you are. You're Sue, aren't you?
Alicia
described you in great detail, and no one else at the service looked like
you
do. If it weren't for what she told me about you and the deep friendship
that
you shared, I wouldn't have even said this much. But she said that you
were the
most open-minded and open-hearted person she knew, so I'm taking the
chance
with you. I know that you are familiar with America Online and how it can
be
used to get into sexual fantasies. She told me that you are the 'SueNH'
that
writes all those stories for the Internet."
How the hell did Alicia know that? I haven't told anyone, not even my
closest
friends. It turns out that she had discovered the stories, and had
recognized
my physical description, the neighborhood, and my personality. I had
dropped
enough hints for Alicia to figure it out. I was somewhat horrified to have
been
discovered, but also tantalized by the possibilities.
While I sat there with my jaw hanging open, he continued "Alicia really
appreciated the companionship that you offered her, and both of us found
your
stories to be an incredible turn-on. We talked endlessly about the wild
and
erotic images you write about."
Well, compliments like that will always get my attention -- as will the
face
and body and voice that this mystery man possessed. And the mystery itself
may
have been the part that was the most intriguing to me. So I promised to
keep
what he told me to myself, and to not be judgmental or shocked by anything
that
I learned. With that assurance, he decided to trust me, and then he told
me
their story, which went something like this:
His name is Tom. He too was married. Alicia and he met in a general chat
room
on America Online, where they discussed parenthood and marriage and
eventually
the boredom and stagnation of their lives. Given the anonymity of the
Internet
(I learned that Alicia used the alias "OpenItUp" as her screen name, which
said
a lot about where she was coming from when she met people online), the two
of
them started sharing more and more intimate feelings. Early on, Tom
suggested
that they move to a "private room," where he thought that they wouldn't
have
the distraction of all the other people chatting in the public room. He
knew
that the private room system existed, but hadn't actually used one. Alicia
immediately asked him if he was trying to "cyber-seduce" her (I like that
expression), and when he denied it, she told him that she was
disappointed!
Tom discovered that she had been a regular participant in these rooms for
a
couple of years, and that she looked forward to the safe, anonymous, and
wild
fantasies that could be played out with her online partners. I had
promised
Tom that I wouldn't be shocked, but it was hard to maintain my composure
to
hear that sweet little Alicia, member of the PTA and the church ladies
auxiliary,
was actually a wanton vamp of the computer networks. Over the years, she
and I
had shared so many conversations. I thought she was telling me EVERYTHING,
as I
was baring my soul to her. Of course, I too had been holding back, not
telling
her one important thing -- about my alter-ego as a regular contributor to
alt.sex.stories. So it shouldn't have come as such a surprise to find out
about
Alicia's secret life. But it did!
Now my curiosity was getting really revved up. And my interest in this
magnetically handsome stranger with the syrupy voice was overwhelming any
sense
of social correctness that should have been guiding my behavior. Tom was
reluctant to get too graphic in his description of what the two of them
talked
about in the private room. After all, we were talking about someone who
had
died only a few days ago, who had just been buried within sight of where
we
sat. Yet it was precisely for those reasons that we found ourselves able
to
talk so freely, stranger to stranger, connected by our mutual friend for
whom
we both were grieving.
Anyway, it turned out that Tom and Alicia had arranged to have a regular
rendezvous every Tuesday morning at 10 o'clock. That explained why she had
started coming to the health club only four mornings a week. For an hour
each
session, they would start with some flirting, then they would verbally
undress
each other, followed by some torrid sex that transcended the apparent
limits of
their keyboards. Both Alicia and Tom had occasionally experienced orgasms
without touching themselves, just from the extreme arousal of the typed
conversation. Each time, they would imagine themselves outside of their
regular
lives, sometimes playing roles as if they were in another time or another
city.
They always reserved a few minutes at the end of their session to have a
discussion that wasn't about the cyber-seduction. Sort of like the
proverbial
post-orgasmic smoke-a-cigarette talk. They laid bare the tender wounds of
their
lives, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams.
Tom lived in Arizona, so it was both impractical and unwise to meet in
person. Despite their exciting fantasies and their unfulfilled "real
lives,"
neither really wanted to take the risk of hurting their families, or
endangering the reputations that they had staked out in their communities.
Despite their exciting fantasies and unfulfilled "real lives", neither
wanted
to take the risk of damaging their families or reputations. But
eventually, the
exhilarating and elicit online affair was like a drug that needed a bigger
fix.
They made plans to meet, in the flesh (quite literally).
Tom had arrived yesterday, checking into a motel in a neighboring town. He
only found out this morning about Alicia's accident. He knew it was
inappropriate
to show up at the funeral, but he couldn't stay away. He needed to see her
put
to rest, and he found it strangely reassuring to see Alicia surrounded by
her
close friends and families. Of course, he was disappointed at this sudden
reversal of fortune. but he was instantly resigned to the reality. His
greatest
regret was that Alicia and he had not gotten to share the single night of
physical passion that they had planned. One night was all that they had
allowed
themselves, and then they had promised to return to their real lives,
never to
meet again, online or in person! But they couldn't live the rest of their
lives
without tasting the forbidden fruit just this once.
Now that phrase "the rest of our lives" had a tragic poignancy as it related
to Alicia. But for Tom, he had reached for the apple and it had been
pulled from
his grasping hands. His sadness about Alicia's death was mixed with
understandable frustration for his own tough luck.
As Tom told me this history of the two of them, I found myself stirred by
the
romance, and titillated by the erotic overtones. I was drawn to Tom not
only by sympathy, but also by a rising sexual charge. When he mentioned his
frustration at the end of the story,it was clear to me that much of it was
sexual frustration. I instantly made a decision which felt totally right
at
that moment (although it certainly seems reckless as I look back on it). I
could be the stand-in for Alicia for the one night. His long anticipated
union
with his cyber-lover could in some fashion be fulfilled, and I could see
that
this required no sacrifice on my part, for my attraction to Tom was instantaneous, going back to that first moment when I had spotted him
during
the funeral. By "becoming" Alicia for a few hours, I could perhaps be
giving her
a final tribute. If her angel was watching over us, she could enjoy our
sexual encounter in some mystical and vicarious way.
While this plan crystallized in my head, I chose not to explain it to Tom.
This wasn't a time for logic. I simply stood up in front of him between
his
knees, pulled his head to my breasts, and ran my fingers through his long
curly
hair. "Tom, I want you to do something for me, and for yourself. I want
your
to let go of reality for a few hours. Tonight I will be your Alicia. Right
this
minute, I am Alicia. I want you to forget about my death, to forget about
Sue. I
want you to celebrate our love, to make love to me with all the passion
that you have kept imprisoned for so long. I want to see your body. I want to
wrap
my hands around your cock. I want you to kiss me all over. And I want you
to
fuck me like there is no tomorrow. Because there isn't!"
Tom started sobbing softly, and the tenderness of the moment brought tears
to
my eyes as well. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. After
dwelling
in the grief for a few more minutes, I took the initiative, and reached
behind
me to take his hands. I pulled them down so that they rested on my ass
cheeks.
Tom was still hesitant, so I pressed his fingers into my flesh.
Eventually, he
let go of his self-restraint, and began massaging my ass, gently at first,
then
more insistently. I glanced around quickly to make sure that there was no
one
left in the cemetery. Then I gripped the waist of my simple black sheath
and
began to bunch up the material, pulling the hem up from my knees. I'm not
sure
that Tom even knew what I was doing, with his face buried between my
breasts.
With a final yank, I pulled the material out from under his hands. The
cool
autumn air was in sharp contrast to the fingertips burning into my skin.
Tom was now fully into the illusion of me being Alicia. His crying had
stopped,
and where the fabric of my dress was damp from his tears, I now felt his
hot
breath wafting against my nipples, making them harder. One of them was
trying
to poke out his eye. My hands were now resting on his shoulders, and I
kneaded
the tightness from his neck muscles, slipping my fingers under the collar
of
his turtleneck. His hands had migrated around and under my ass cheeks, so
that
he was pushing his finger tips up into my cunt, pressing the thin fabric
of my
pantyhose into the moisture that had seeped out of my vagina. I normally
don't
wear this type of underwear when I am expecting any kind of sexual
encounter. I
had no idea that this would be in the cards today! But I had dispensed
with
panties, since the hose provided the warmth and modesty that I required
for
this solemn occasion. Now that stretchy nylon material was providing
almost no
barrier to the exploring fingers that slid along my puffy labia, flicking
over
the hooded nub of my clitoris. I hadn't realized how completely aroused I
had
become, but now I could feel the moisture soaking into the nylon, and the
coolness from the air sent shivers up my spine. Or were the shudders
caused by
the stimulation of the prodding fingers? I gasped with the intensity of it
all.
But the seasonal chill was just too much. To say nothing of my fear of
being
spotted by a passerby. After all, my courage to be sexual on the Internet
is quite different from what I feel is possible in my home town. So I pulled
away
from Tom and let my dress fall back to my knees. I drew his hands up my
torso,
bumping over my sensitive breasts, and up to my mouth. My lips wrapped
themselves around a couple of his fingers, and I tasted my own pungent
juices.
Stepping backwards a step, I let the grasp of my lips pull him to a
standing
position. "Let's go to your motel. I'll follow your car" I said, and the
sultry
tone in my voice surprised me. We walked hand-in-hand out to the dirt
road, and
kissed passionately one time before getting into our cars. He was driving
some
clunky looking rental job. I was in my sporty little Miata, with the top
up for
the weather.
When we got into town, we had to stop at the only traffic light. I used
the
brief pause to remove my shiny pumps and shimmy out of my pantyhose. I
tried to
be inconspicuous about my movements, since this was the busiest part of
our
little town. Now my simple black sheath was my only piece of clothing, and
I
know I wouldn't be wearing even that much longer. Turning up the car's
heater,
I let it blow up between my knees, which I separated as much as I could
within
the tight confines of the driver's seat. The hem rode up high on my
thighs. I
could immediately smell the unique fragrance that emanated from my oozing
cunt.
As I tailed Tom's car for the 15 minutes it took to get to his motel, I
let my
fingers tease myself ever-so-lightly, swirling around my gumdrop nipples,
and
occasionally dropping down to slide through the lubricated crevice of my
naked
cunt. I had to restrain myself from touching myself too aggressively, for
the
temptation was very strong.
Finally, just as the sun was setting in the West, we arrived at the High
Hills Motor Lodge. Even before I had pulled to a stop, Tom had hopped out
of
his car and was unlocking the door to his room. I stepped up to him and
through
into his tidy little room. When he reached for the light switch, I stopped
his
hand. Trying to reinforce the illusion, I said "Remember, I am Alicia. You
know
who I am. You know what I look like from what I told you in the chat room.
Let
the light from the window be your guide. Let your hands lead you." I was
using
a monotone voice that I hoped would be hypnotic. "Remember all the wild
scenes
we have had together. Tonight I want you to make it the best time of all.
I
want you to tell me how you like it. I am yours for the night. I am
Alicia. I am yours. Make love to me."
He was hooked completely. Even in the dim light I could see that his eyes
were
kind of glazed over, and he was breathing rapidly and deeply. I let my
hands drop down to his crotch, where I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. He was
rock-hard, and so very big. He leaned back against the door, and asked me
to
take it out. His voice was almost a whisper, desperate and urgent. I
wasn't
there to be a tease, so I leaned forwards to kiss him hard. While our lips
mashed together and my tongue plunged deep between his teeth, I unbuckled
his
belt and unzipped his fly. Dropping to my knees on the thick carpet, I
pulled
off his loafers, and then quickly removed his trousers. His erection made
a
huge tent in his white boxers. I snaked a hand up into each of the loose
pant legs and with my fingers straight, I enclosed the hard column of flesh in
a
prayerful grasp. My finger tips just reached the head of his cock, which
was
trapped under the elastic waistband. I let my fingernails graze lightly
over
the sensitive skin of his rotund glans.
"Please take it all the way out" he implored. I bent his cock shaft away
form
his stomach, stretching the waistband outward. Biting down onto the
corrugated
material, I pulled his shorts down onto his thighs with my head. My
forehead
rubbed down his cock, leaving a smear of precome on my skin. I released
his
cock from my hands and used them to pull his boxers the rest of the way
down
his legs. He was already unbuttoning his overshirt and pulling his
turtleneck
up over his head.
"What do you want me to do now?" I asked innocently.
"You know."
"Tell me. I'll do anything you ask. But you must tell me what you want." I
wanted to make sure that I didn't break the illusion of my being Alicia,
which I
could easily have done by acting in some way that he didn't expect. I just
had
to hope that she hadn't convinced him that she was some kind of
dominatrix!
"Please, kiss my cock! Suck on it the way you talked about on the
computer.
I've been waiting so long for this moment. I've kept myself from
masturbating
or making love with my wife for two weeks. I'm tingling all over. I need
you to
suck on my cock now. Please Alicia, do it now!"
His use of Alicia's name sounded so genuine. I was sure that he was
completely
absorbed by the trance. And I too was having trouble keeping track of my
own
identity. I felt like I really was Alicia. I felt like I had known Tom for
all
these months, and that I had been anticipating this moment of forbidden
physical pleasure. I had masturbated only that morning as I showered, but
now I
felt the delicious sense that I get when it has been a long time between
orgasm, when I know that my time is coming. This was no time to flirt.
Tom's
erection was pointing almost straight up, and was twitching
uncontrollably. I
leaned forwards and kissed his balls, then slipped my tongue out from
between
my lips and lapped up the entire length of his solid column of hot flesh.
Just
as I reached the protruding rim of his glans, my tongue collided with a
falling
droplet of his oily precome. I drew it into my mouth, savoring the musky
flavor
and smell. My hands came up and wrapped around the base of his cock, and
then
milked upwards. The clear, sticky precome poured out of his pisshole. I
don't
think that I have ever encountered so much of the stuff,and I wondered for
a
moment if he was already ejaculating; but I could tell from his other
movements
that this was just the appetizer -- the main meal was still to cum. My
fingers
smeared the greasy liquid all over the throbbing length of his cock. I
swallowed the head of his cock into my mouth -- I had to rise up off my
haunches to reach it. Swirling my tongue around the helmet-shaped head,
and
sucking in with my cheeks, I began to pump the exposed shaft with one
hand. My
other hand cupped his balls and prodded gently into the sensitive sacks.
His
hands twisted in my long hair, but thankfully, he didn't try to force my
head
into his crotch, for the breadth and length of his column of veined flesh
would
surely have gagged me. I was fortunate that he was a naturally gentle
soul.
"Oh god, I'm going to come already. Please don't stop, Alicia. This feels
like
heaven." I had only been sucking on his cock for a few seconds, but it
only
took that long to provoke his orgasm. I took more of his cock into my
mouth,
and the jets of semen started splattering into my throat. I swallowed as
fast
as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste. I squeezed his balls in time
with
his contraction. Abruptly, the strength in his knees gave way, and his
back slid down the surface of the door. I had to wriggle backwards on my knees,
and
bend down more so that I could keep my lips clamped around his writhing
cock.
My ears were filled with the hoarse grunts of his incredible orgasm.
Seconds
seemed to pass like minutes as he came down from the heights. I continued
to
nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up the final oozing droplets of
cream.
Finally, Tom got his breath back and stood up, pulling me to my feet with
him. "Your turn" was all he said, as he turned so that I faced away from
him.
He pulled my arms up over my head, and then nudged with his toe at my
insoles,
spreading my feet wide apart. Reaching around my sides, his hands started
fluttering around on the front of my body, following a seemingly random
pattern. It felt like a swarm of butterflies. He brushed his fingertips
over my
face, up my arms, over my heaving breasts, flicking over my distended
nipples,
over my ribs, onto my tight tummy, into my navel.... I'm very ticklish,
and I
had to bite my lip to keep from breaking out in girlish giggles. But I was
also
enjoying Tom's touch, light as it was. He was hardly making contact at
all,
and my black dress also buffered his caresses. Yet that was all it took to
make
me quiver with erotic thrills.
When Tom reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress, his steamy
breath
penetrated the fabric on my back, reminding me of the intimate feeling of
his
breath on my breasts only an hour ago. He peeled the sheath up over my
hips and
upper body, and then over my arms,which were still reaching for the
ceiling.
That dress was the single piece of clothing that I was wearing, so now I
was
completely naked, illuminated by the orange glimmers of the sunset through
the
window. Tom remarked "what happened to your underwear?" To which I
answered
that I never wore a bra, and that I had removed my pantyhose while I was
in my Miata. "Alicia, you are as brazen in person as you ever were online. I
love that
about you. You know what you want, and with me, you are going to get just
that."
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His strength and
masculinity enclosed my slender body. Before setting me down, he reached
down
with one hand and stripped the blanket off the bed. Then he lay me onto
the
taut white sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear. His strong hands began
massaging my neck and shoulders. All the light touches from before were
transformed into vigorous kneading. He worked his way down my back, and
then
pushed himself backwards so that he could sit between my knees. As he
massaged
my spongy ass cheeks, I knew that he could see the shadowy wet folds of my
cunt, and the star-like opening of my asshole. His thumbs crept closer and
closer to these targets, but just when I thought he would work his way
into my
cunt, he shifted his attention to my thighs, and down all the way to one
foot.
He sucked my toes into his mouth one at a time, stopping only long enough
to
say ""This is what you've been begging to have done for months, isn't it,
Alicia?
I love giving you this treatment." Then he rubbed my other leg, repeating
his
toe sucking on that foot. It did feel good, and he was very enthusiastic
about
it. Being Alicia meant getting involved with her particular little
fetishes.
Maybe having my toes sucked is something I need to add to my regular
repertoire.
"That's wonderful, Tom," I said, "but now I want more."
"Like what" he responded. Right away, I could see that he was going to
play
the same game on me that I had played with him. He wanted me to say what I
wanted. "Bring your hands back up to my ass" I said. But when he only went
back
to massaging my cheeks, I implored him to touch my cunt.
"Like this, Alicia?" he asked. But all he was doing was grazing over my
sparse
cunt hair with the finger tips of one hand, while the other continued
kneading
my butt.
"Tom, I'm too excited to talk. You know what I like from when you've
touched
me with your silent voice over the phone wires. I've begged you to do
those
things that no one else has. So now I want you to make love to my body the
way
we have talked about so much. You know what I want. Do it now. Don't tease
me.
Please." With that, I hiked my rear way up into the air, and spread my
knees
further, so that I was totally open and accessible to him. Instantly, his
fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt flesh. His long middle
finger
slipped easily between my slick labia, and the fingers to either side
scissored
in around the engorged lips. His hand prodded back and forth plowing my
furrows, thumping against the hard peg of my clitoris. then I felt the
thumb of
his other hand slip into my gaping vagina. He pressed that thumb down
toward
the palm of the hand that stroked my clitoris, so that the hard knob of
his
first knuckle brushed over my G spot. Slowly at first, then gradually
accelerating, he danced over and inside of my totally receptive cunt.
Instinctively, he knew exactly where to probe, how hard and fast I needed
it.
Incredibly, at the moment that I started to reach my climax, he stopped
his
motion, maintaining a firm but passive pressure, until I too backed off
from
the peak. Then he began the gradual climb back up the mountain of
pleasure.
Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times he denied me
that
summit. I never feared that he would be so cruel as to leave me
frustrated. I
understood that he was playing me like a guitar, strumming chords on my G
spot
as he plucked at my rubbery clitoris. I was captivated by the music. As I
ascended the mountain for the fifth time, Tom allowed me to surge over the
final barrier, and I reached my climax with hurricane force. I could feel
the
pulsing waves smashing up from my crotch and spreading through my body and
into
my head. My breathing was harsh and rapid, like the winds of the storm.
Time
stood still as my body shuddered and writhed on the snaky fingers
provoking my
convulsing cunt.
I had no time to recuperate before Tom moved up behind me and placed the
fat
head of his cock at the dripping entrance of my vagina. Gripping my hips
with his hands, he drove his cock all the way into me with one sudden thrust. I
was
totally open, and was able to accommodate his huge prong of meat with only
a
shrill hiss that came not from any discomfort, but only from the visceral
pleasure of being stuffed full of my lover's cock. His wiry pubic hair
pressed
into my ass cheeks, and he remained motionless.
"Alicia, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly. I can feel your inner
muscles
churning and clutching. I've dreamed of this moment for so long. It feels
so
incredible." For emphasis, I did my best to clamp down on his cock, and
then I
started to rock back and forth. At first I only moved an inch or so, and
his
hips remained glued to mine. But eventually, he allowed his cock to
withdraw
and then disappear, again and again. He let go of my hips and reached
around
with both hands to envelop my breasts. His fingers softly pinched and
rolled my
plump nipples. I clutched at the sheet and tried to dig my toes in, so
that I
could gain the leverage needed to drive my cunt into his groin. I needed
him to
fuck me hard, and it just wasn't enough.
"Lie back, Tom, and let me do the work. That's what I want now." And I
pushed
back extra hard with my ass, encouraging him to flop backwards onto the
bed.
His cock was pulled out of my cunt with a slurping sound, and then flopped
hard
onto his stomach. With my back still facing him, I settled back onto my
haunches, with my ass hovering over his hips. I reached between my sweaty
thighs and took hold of his slippery cock, aiming it straight upwards.
Lifting
myself up, I reinserted the glans between my drooping lips. Then I dropped
my
butt down onto his groin, impaling myself completely. Immediately, I began
pistoning up and down at a furious pace. The bed started creaking loudly,
and I
worried momentarily that the frame might break! My head swung around,
flailing
my long blond hair into a golden cloud. My breasts swam around crazily,
colliding with each other with damp slapping sounds. One of my hands found
its
way behind me to a spot along side of Tom's chest, and I leaned backwards
and
to the side. He could again reach my breasts, and he tried to tame their
wild
dance. My other hand fell down to his balls, bouncing around under my
pounding
cunt, and I took up the gentle squeezing that had been so stimulating for
him
earlier. My wrist rubbed against the splayed lips of my cunt, sweeping
over my
slippery and tender clitoris.
He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting my downward
thrusts
with vigorous upwards hip-tilts. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco
(or
was it a fucking bronco). Both of us were sweating profusely, and the
fingers
clutching his balls were bathed in the commingled juices from his cock and
my
cunt. Earthy smells and animal grunts filled the air. We had both achieved
an
earlier orgasm, so we had the time to enjoy our uncurbed lust. At one
point, I
thought I might have to stop from exhaustion, but I got my second wind and
was
able to continue and even quicken my pace. It wasn't long after that I
could
feel my second climax begin to spread it's tendrils of elation though my
veins.
"I'm going to come now, Tom. Come with me. Pour your seed deep into my
body.
Don't wait. Aaahhhhhh."
And he didn't wait. His hips exploded off the mattress several times in
rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped upwards one last time, becoming
frozen with his ass a foot from the bed. I sat up straight, abandoning my
pistoning. Instead, I bore down hard, grinding my cunt into his bushy
pubic
hair. I was milking his spasming cock with my cunt muscles and rubbing my
finger tips into the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole. My
wrist
pressed hard into my clitoris. Within my seething vagina, I could feel the
blasts of semen erupting volcanically like hot lava, splashing up against
my
cervix. My own orgasm was short and electrifying. It was a dizzying
rapture
that was so intense that it almost became painful, and I forced myself to
push
off of Tom's stiff body, falling onto the bed at his side. In the faint
light, I saw his shiny cock still pointing toward the ceiling, shooting one last
fountain of silvery come into the air and landing on his sweaty chest as
he
allowed his hips to sink back down to the bed.
The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained and spent. I
could
only close my eyes and fall immediately into a deep sleep. Fluids
percolated
from my ravished cunt, and the sticky secretions dried in my pubic hair.
That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams.... of being surrounded by
radiant white angels, and of Alicia looking down on me with an impish
smile. She said to me "OK, Sue, so of course I'm jealous... but I still want to thank
you for taking my place tonight. You've given a great gift to Tom. You're a
sweetheart. I'll put in a good word for you up here."
To which I could only reply "No need to thank me. By having the chance to
"be"
you for a few hours, I've already gotten to visit heaven. So thank you,
Alicia.
You've been a dear friend. I'll hold you and your secrets in my heart
forever." |
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