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Cybersex Fantasy (mf)
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Cybersex Fantasy (mf,cons)
The lights are off. I am wearing a man's shirt, and my panties,
having a last look at CB before I go to bed. I am sitting at my
keyboard, watching the Who's Here on CB, when a talk window opens
with the Nick "Long Distance", and the message: "I can touch
you."
I type back: "Yeah, sure you can! Go ahead." And I do a quick
find and profile on this guy, and it's blank! "How did he do
that? What's this fellow up to?" I wonder, and as I lean back
in my chair and I see his return message: "Don't turn around."
Just then I feel a hand on the back of my neck! I jump, and whip
my head around, but nobody's there! When I turn back to the
screen, I see another of his messages: "I said, don't turn
around!"
All my muscles tense, waiting. Then I feel the hand on the back
of my neck again. It is a gentle, strong hand, and when it
caresses my neck and sweeps my hair to the side, I cannot help
but turn around again. No one! I really can't believe this, so
I type: "What are you doing?"
The screen shows a smiley: ;-})> and then the message: "Just
relax and enjoy!" I am really both a little scared, but also
curious and a little aroused, and my neck tingles a bit from
where I felt the hand, so I lean back into the chair and close my
eyes.
Almost at once, I feel the hand on my neck again, sweeping away
my hair, and a definite kiss is planted on my neck, and I think I
can feel a moustache and beard! Little shivers start up and down
my spine. The hand gently massages my neck, and I begin to relax
a little, until I feel the first button on my shirt undo! I look
down sharply, in time to see another one undo! I'm not sure I
like this, it's a bit too weird, and I sit up straight. But the
hand on my neck feels verrrry good, and now I feel another hand
stroke my forehead, and then my eyebrows, and then my eyelids,
and I feel a sense of warmth and well-being, and I keep my eyes
closed. The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel
a finger stroke along my lips. With every stroke, a little arrow
of sensation darts from my chest into my belly. I think: "I
don't care that it's weird, it feels really good!", and I open my
eyes for a moment, and see the message in the talk window: "It
only gets better! <grin>."
I feel the hands caressing my chin and neck, and I close my eyes
again, leaning back in the chair. The hands stroke down my neck,
getting closer to my breasts. I can feel the fabric of the shirt
slip back and forth over the tips of my nipples with the
stroking, and they start to rise. I shift in the chair without
thinking, and my thighs part slightly, easing an almost
unconsciously-felt pressure.
Now the hands are caressing the curve of my breasts, with
fingertips slipping under their weight, to slide along the
sensitive crease where they join my chest, and when the thumbs
stroke over my nipples for the first time my breath comes in
sharply, and I feel another arrow of sensation shooting from my
nipples into my belly. I don't mean to, but I open my eyes and
turn my head, and the feeling of the hands disappears instantly!
I lean forward quickly, and type: "I'm sorry, please come back!"
The message returns: "Close my eyes and lean back." And I do.
Almost instantly the hands are back, undoing the rest of the
shirt buttons. I lean my head back, and then I feel little hairs
tickle my breasts, and then a light pressure and warmth, and then
I feel a warm kiss on my lips. I can't stop myself, and I raise
a hand to feel if someone is there, and for an instant, I think I
feel skin, but then it is gone. I drop my hand.
Now there is the sensation of lips nibbling at my neck, kissing
their way down to my breasts. The blood rushes into my head, and
I feel my scalp tingle, and a pressure in my cheeks. Then the
lips gently close over a nipple, and tug on it, pulling it up
from my breast. My whole body gives a little jerk, as the
sensation of a tongue moves back and forth over the nipple, and a
feeling of suction pulls my whole nipple into this unseen mouth.
I squeeze my eyes closed, and just give into the sensations. At
the same time as the mouth is loving one nipple, a hand is
pinching the other between index and middle finger with rhythmic
squeezes, stroking across the nipple over and over with a thumb.
The rhythm of the mouth and the hand sends a continuous stream of
sensation through my body, and I feel small contractions
happening between my thighs, and a fluttery quiver in my belly.
The mouth begins over again with my other nipple, and I feel a
hand giving my wet nipple a slidey caress in the moisture left by
the mouth. Now I feel a hand starting to stroke down my belly,
not in a hurry at all, just feeling the skin and caressing lower
every time. I open my eyes again, and it all disappears, except
for the feeling of my arousal. I lift my bottom, and take off my
panties, throwing them at random. Then I sit back in the chair
again, deliberately lifting my pelvis and separating my thighs.
I lean back, close my eyes, and wait.
What I suddenly feel is the heat and touch of a torso against my
breasts and belly, and simultaneously with a deep kiss, I feel
the touch and pressure of an erection against my furriness. My
whole body contracts with the sensation, and I involuntarily lift
my arms again in order to hug this person. This time, as my arms
wrap around the feeling of a body, his arms also slip between my
back and the chair back, to hug me as well. I decide to open my
eyes NOW, but I CAN'T OPEN THEM. It is as if they were glued
shut. The mouth kisses it's way up to my eyes, and kisses my
eyelids, teasing them gently with the tip of the tongue. My
being scared fades off in the nice feel of this body holding me,
and the warm skin under my hands and arms. I just know that it's
alright, and I relax again, except for a feeling of tightness
where his erection is pressing against my wet furriness.
Now I feel his body glide down the front of mine, his mouth
kissing down to my breasts again. My nipples harden in
anticipation, and I give myself up to this wonderful feeling as
he loves my nipples again with his mouth and fingers. As his
other hand slips down between his body and mine, I press my
fingers into his back, sliding one hand down his back to feel his
muscular bottom, and the other up to his head, to pull it in
closer as he creates sharp sensations in my nipples and belly.
As I feel his hand caressing my belly lower and lower, I bring my
legs up higher, separating them widely to give him access. But
to my surprise, he doesn't immediately touch me at my core.
Instead, he strokes his hand down one side of my furriness,
fingertips feeling and caressing the delicate skin, stroking my
inner thigh. Then he glides his hand back up, and I hold my
breath in anticipation, but once again, he just strokes down the
other side of my outer lips to my thigh. Then, with the pressure
of his hand against my outer lips, I become aware of just how
swollen I have have become, and enjoy the sensation of the
pressure on first one side and then the other as he repeats the
caress. Finally, he cups me in his hand, his fingertips just
barely touching and tickling at the entrance between my swollen
lips, where I can feel my wetness, and know that he can too.
He begins to move his fingers more and more as they get wet,
still cupping me, the top of his palm pressing against my
clitoris with little rhythmic pulses. Then with his fingertips
wet, and still not entering me with them, he draws them up and
down, sliding along the inside of my inner lips, caressing them,
and then between my outer and inner lips. I discover for the
first time that they are incredibly more sensitive there, and I
begin to feel quivers in my thighs that echo the flutter in my
belly.
Now, he moves his hand, and I feel him grasp my inner lips just
where they meet over the clitoris, and he begins to *tug* down on
them gently over and over. Every time he *tugs* on them, they
stimulate my clitoris, and I feel the pressure of my blood and my
arousal increase. For a moment, he feels with a finger that my
clitoris is swollen, and when he starts tugging on my lips
again, he taps his finger on the top of my clit at the same
time. Every tap sends daggers of electricity all though my body,
into my ears, into my breasts and nipples, into my womb, into my
hot swollen sheath which is starting little involuntary spasms.
When he moves his mouth up to mine, I start to kiss him
passionately, and he moves his hand down and slowly presses his
fingers just into my slippery entrance. The muscles of my belly
contract involuntarily, bringing my pelvis up, and I feel his
fingertips slip past the ring of muscle into me. He wets his
thumb, and begins making circles with it on the tip of my
clitoris, as he strokes his fingers in and out of me. I feel his
little finger slowly slide down to my anus, and with every stroke
of his fingers inside my sheath, I feel the tip of his little
finger sliding into my ass a little bit further. Finally, his
fingers am deeply inside me, front and back. Holding them there,
with his thumb on my clitoris, he *SHAKES* his hand sharply,
stimulating and stretching me, my ass, my vagina, my clit and, it
even feels like he is shaking my womb. He does this *SHAKE* over
and over, and each time all my muscles contract on his hand, and
I almost scream from the sharpness and fullness of the sensation.
Then it feels that he suddenly has abandoned me as he takes his
hand away, sliding his fingers out. But I feel the tip of him at
my opening, and I draw in my breath sharply, waiting for him to
enter me. But he teases me with it, pressing in until it is just
beginning to enter the ring of muscle, and then drawing back a
little. Finally, he presses in slowly, and I feel my ring expand
and open and slide over the head. He presses all the way in, and
I feel as if he is filling me completely. When he is inside me
as far as I think he can go, he hugs me very strongly with his
arms, and pressing hard against me with all of his weight, forces
himself in even more deeply inside my body than I could have
imagined possible. My muscles contract in abrupt, uneven spasms
again and again, and I feel the thickness of him inside the ring
of muscle in my vagina as I spasm, and I know that he can feel it
when I do this. It makes me smile as I kiss him deeply.
He starts a strong, pulsing rhythm, like the ocean waves, washing
up against my belly with each in-stroke, ebbing with each
out-stroke. I move in concert with him, my voice and my breath
singing my arousal and joy in his ear with each gasp for air and
each moan. My sensation moves higher and higher, and I suddenly
come, a rolling, rushing, thunder of climaxes, sometimes rising
and falling, sometimes jumping from peak to peak, sometimes
soaring higher and higher until I cannot breath, and then
breaking away back to deep spasms that shake my body like a
hurricane. Just as I think they might be subsiding, I feel him
thrust himself deeply into me again, and I hear his voice and
breath in my ear announce his climax. As he gasps and moans, I
can feel him pulse sharply against my cervix, and feel a deep
heat spread into my vagina. This pushes me into another series
of climaxes, each spasm provoked by each of his pulses against
my cervix.
The two of us continue to hold each other closely, heads pressed
side to side, enjoying all of the sensations: the feeling of
great heat in my vagina, the slow relaxation of muscles, the
little aftershock spasms of both his and mine, the slow subsiding
of the swelling of my breasts, vulva and lips. My scalp itches,
and when I bring my arms up to scratch, he loves my breasts with
his lips and tongue, still pressed deeply into my body and being.
Then we hug each other again, smelling ourselves, smiling in
pleasure.
Suddenly I wake up! I am in my chair, naked. The screen on the
computer is dark. I am startled, and think: "Was it all a
dream?" I get up, and feel the wetness where I have been oozing
onto the chair. I stagger over to my bed, slip under the covers,
and fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, I roll over, and find a rose and a
note on the pillow beside me. The note says:
"Tonight?"
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