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DarkNites II
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DARKNITES II
The writer dropped her pen like a hot coal, and stretched her aching
fingers. The pain in her hand was almost pleasurable when coupled with the
delicious tension in her body.. Her breath came in short, sharp pants.
Anne leant back in her armchair, her hands drifting slowly down over her body
to the point that screamed for relief. Her fingers slipped between her thighs.
Wet. Her juice had soaked right through her panties and her silk
nightshirt. She swung her chair around to face the gardens, leant back and
closed her eyes..
In her mind's eye, she was out in the garden, looking
through the windows at herself. She saw herself throw a leg over the arm
of the chair. She saw her fingers push aside the fabric at her crotch
and dive in. Anne gasped and pushed back against the chair, eyes squeezed
shut as her middle finger worked her clitoris in circles. The feeling of
wet flesh rubbing against her sensitized clit was indescribable..
Her other hand crept under the nightshirt, stroking upwards to find
her erect nipples. Not for the first time, she was surprised at smooth and
firm her breasts were..
Anne started to whimper as the urgency in her built up. Her fingers
picked up the speed, the pleasure was almost too much to bear. There...
almost there. YES! YES! NOW! She exploded. She wilted in the chair,
exhausted.
A soft sound came from behind her. Her eyes opened slowly. A soft
smile played around her lips. Strong, familiar hands stroked slowly down her
shoulders to cup her breasts. Anne looked up to see Jason in the flesh
leaning over her.
"Adam", his name slipped off her lips sensuously. He caught her
hands and pulled her to her feet, catching her as her unsteady legs gave way
under her. She pressed against his hard body, a wicked sparkle beginning to
form in her eyes..
Adam glanced over his shoulder at papers sprawled over her desk.
"Have I been immortalized in yet another of your books?" Anne gave him a
slow smile. "You'll have to wait till the book comes out before you find
out.."
Adam knew the look in her green eyes. The "I'm in control so get ready
for an unforgettable night" look. He ran his palm up her silk-clad back and
bent down for a slow, sensuous kiss. Just the way she liked it. She began
backing him toward her big armchair. One push and he was settled in it.
She backed away, one hand fingering her collar and a half-smile on her lips.
She leant against the desk, looking him over possessively. Inside
Adam's slacks, his penis sprang into action. He leant back, enjoying the
feel of rushing blood and the pressure in his cock. Slowly, Anne shaped
the outside of her thighs, pushing up the hem of her shirt to her hips.
Just as slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her briefs and
drew them down. As she knew he would, his eyes followed the scrap of cloth
as it slipped down her slim, white legs to the floor. On a whim, she
hooked the briefs with her foot and stretched her leg out to hand it to him.
He accepted it with a half-smile, bringing it to his nose, his eyes
meeting hers over the cloth. Taking her own time, Anne perched herself on
the edge of the desk, arranging the folds of her shirt to conceal and
tiltilate. She pressed her legs together and brought them up perpendicular
to her body.
She leant back, supporting herself with her hands and then pulled
up her right leg, letting her bare foot stroke up her other leg. Adam sat
up straight in the chair, the anticipation was almost unbearable. Anne
straightened her leg, enjoying the effect of her teasing. Gracefully, she
swept her leg in a semi-circle, opening her legs wide to reveal to him her
wet, red lips, the scent of her arousal wafting towards him.
Adam gripped the arms of the chair tightly, every instinct in his
body screaming at him to leap up and thrust into the hot, wet hole she was
boldly offering him. Anne waited to see if he would break. He didn't.
Good, he knew the game.
She slid off the desk, and crooked her finger at him. Obediently,
he rose to his feet and came to her. He pressed his body against hers,
trapping her against the hard wood. Anne could feel his hard shaft through
his clothes. She closed her eyes, imagining it probing at her hole, in
her mouth, between her breasts, feeling the frenzy building inside her.
Control it, control it, she repeated to herself.
Swiftly she started work on his buttons. Adam took his chance and
used her distraction to reach for her breasts. Cupping and squeezing them,
flicking her nipples and feeling her body jerk in response. He leant over
her, forcing her to bend back over the desk, her breasts rising to offer
themselves to him. His mouth fastened on them. Anne whimpered as his
clever tongue worked her sensitive points through the thin silk, barely able
to keep her hands moving.
Anne finally got his shirt undone and went straight for the attack.
She pushed him off her and slid away from the table. They circled each
other, eyeing each other warily.
Anne was not pleased. The game had changed. He was not longer letting
her have control of the situation. Adam reached for his belt coolly, his
eyes carefully neutral. Slowly, he began to strip for her.
He was nude in front of her in moments. God, he was beautiful. He
loved swimming and it showed. He had the toned body of a long distance
swimmer, sleek and strong. Her breathing quickened as her libido went into
over-drive.
Adam got the shock of his life when she threw herself at him, her
weight knocking him into the long-suffering desk. He doubled over to
protect his groin from flying knees and other flailing body parts so he was
hardly prepared when she took his ear lobe his her mouth and clamped her teeth
on it. He froze, the threat in her action unmistakable.
Slowly, they straightened, Anne keeping her hold on his ear. His
hands moved to her shoulders, but the sting of teeth on one of his most
sensitive spots changed his mind about shoving her away. He felt her smug
smile against his cheek.
"Let go, Anne", he demanded in his best dangerous voice. Her only
response was to place her hands on his shoulders and draw her nails softly
down his chest. Adam shuddered against her body but didn't try to fight
her. Anne found his nipple with her fingers, teasing its tip in the way
she loved hers to be touched. Her grip on his ear lobe loosened as she
flicked her tongue across it. Encouraged by the fact that he hadn't
tackled her, she grew bolder.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she dragged her free hand down his body,
feeling him stiffen as he realised where she was headed. Stroking his
penis was just the start. When she took it in her hand, he groaned
involuntarily. Sure now, that she was once again in control, she released
his ear. A hand in the middle of his chest guided him backwards to her
desk. He slid up on it and lay back, waiting for her.
She knelt over him, giving him a fine view before seating herself
astride his thighs. His penis, engorged and throbbing in rhythm with his
heart, drew her gaze. How could she possibly describe how beautiful it was
to her..
Secretly, she had always thought she was weird, since she had
always loved giving blow jobs, watching the ecstasy on her lover's face as
she played his dick like a violin, feeling the power flow through her. She
had first suspected she was strange in college, when she admitted that she
loved swallowing a man's cum to her friends and watched them get totally
grossed out. Did she care? Hell no! Not when the most exciting thing in the
world was the sight of her lover's face when he climaxed. Right now though,
she needed to concentrate on the rest of him.
Adam lay beneath her, eyes shut feeling her touch him to his
heart's content. He had never been able to complain that she didn't touch
him enough. Indeed, no part of his body was sacred to her. Her lips
extracted pleasure from areas that he never knew were so sensitive... He
could feel her work his way down his body, impatience burning in his for
the touch of her lips on his cock.
AT LAST! Adam bit his lip as the faint whisper of her breath
brushed against the head of his cock. Nothing. He strained against her,
wanting desperately to reach up and force her lips to take him in. His
hands curled into fists at his side as he fought the urge.
He opened his eyes as he felt her slide up to lie beside him. She
propped herself up on an elbow smiling lazily at him, casually trailing a hand
up and down his chest. Damn! Adam took another deep breath and forced himself
to calm down. She was obviously in no hurry to finish this.
Deciding to test the waters himself, Adam raised a hand and stroked
a finger down her neck to the valley between her breasts. Anne didn't stop
him, so he grew bolder. He found her breast, taking its weight into the
palm of his hand, teasing her nipple with his thumb. He watched her eyes
glaze in that familiar way, felt her press herself into him.
Swiftly he came off the table and knelt over her. He had already
decided that he was going to do unto her as she had done unto him. He
started at her feet, stroking upwards on the outside of her legs, over her
stomach making a bee-line for her nipples.
Carefully, he brushed the tips of his fingers over the sensitive
tips of her breast, and heard her gasp softly in response. Lazily, he
traced circles around them, occasionally flicking one throbbing point.
Swiftly, he stretched out beside her and bent down to claim her breasts.
His tongue played a sweetly, maddening symphony with her body, until she
was clutching him, one leg wrapped tightly around him.
Pushing her down onto her back, he lowered himself between her legs,
making sure that his cock was probing directly at her vage (I think pussy
& cunt are downright degrading!). He heard her groan. Good, he knew perfectly
well how much this drove her crazy.
Anne reached for his butt, scratching him slightly as she tried to
pull him into her. Adam supported himself over her, looking very amused as
she squirmed under him, trying to draw him into her. Pretty soon, she lay
still, glaring up at him.
"Swine.", she growled. Adam ignored her, as he started to gyrate
against her, his cock stroking along her slit. Anne squeezed her eyes shut,
trying to block out the deeply rooted instinct that screamed at her to
take him in. She felt like her blood had come alive and was shooting
through her veins, forcing her to move her body to relive the tension.
Now! She pushed off the desk, twisting to throw him off. Adam,
too involved in what he was doing, was taken by surprise and nearly slid
off the desk. Anne swiftly settled herself astride his hips, glaring at
him.. His hands came up to grasp her hips.
Ever so slowly, she rose to her knees. She looked down at his cock
deliberately, knowing that his gaze would follow hers. She wrapped her
hand around his shaft, and heard his breathing quicken.. Slowly, she
lowered herself onto it.
The moment, his flesh touched her inner lips, the familiar urge hit
her. She needed to thrust down, to grind herself against his pubic bone.
Instead, she forced herself to take it slow, feeling that wonderful
stretching sensation that only comes with the first stroke..
Adam's mind was reeling as he watched her slide down his shaft,
watched more of himself disappear into her. The hot, wet tightness around
him excited him no more than the soft groan she let out as she threw her
head back as the pressure in her grew. All at once she thrust down,
burying him in her up to his balls.
Adam reflexively reached for her breasts, poised so tantalizingly
over him. She leaned forward, letting their weight rest in his hands.
Slowly, she began to rotate her hips over him, letting his shaft rub
against every single inch of her inner walls. Following her deepest
instincts, she began to grind herself against him, her clitoris rubbing
deeply against his pubic bone, giving her the stimulation she needed to
climax.
Adam almost forgot his own pleasure as he watched his wife go after
her own pleasure. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her entire body gyrating as
her rythmn grew more frantic, soft cries escaping her as the tension in
her body grew unbearable. Her eyes flew open just as she slighted her
climax. That was the only thing he asked of her. Keeping her eyes open as
she came so that he could see the pleasure reflected in her eyes.
Adam concentrated on not coming as Anne stiffened, her mouth in a
silent scream. It had taken him a long time to learn to stop his own orgasm
as the walls around him spasmed and squeezed him in a way he still found
wildly exciting.
As soon as she collapsed on him, Adam rolled over so she was lying
on her side, glued to him by their sweat. Watching her orgasm had left him
more aroused than ever, as the insistent throbbing of his cock deep inside
told her. She ignored her rubbery legs, and pulled away from him. His
cock slid out fully lubricated with her fluids.
Mesmerized again by its strange beauty, she reached down for it.
He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his thickness. Slowly, ever so
slowly she began the rythmn that he had taught her so long ago. Adam
squeezed his eyes shut, keeping in every bit of pleasure generated as his
outer skin slid over his shaft. Anne recovered quickly, her attention
focused on his reactions as she picked up the tempo.
Adam rolled back onto his back, letting her have full access to his
body. She leaned forward, flicking his nipples delicately with her tongue
as her hand milked his cock with absolutely no delicacy at all. She hit
full speed, switching hands when she got tired. The agonized grimace on
his face, his hands convulsively clutching the edges of the desk, filled
her with a pleasure entirely different from the previous one. Her eyes
drank in every gasp, every shudder as Adam's body started thrusting
furiously against her flying hands.
He managed to choke out the words. "I'm gonna come." Immediately,
she tapered off the tempo, letting his body have the time to adjust to the
changes. Adam relaxed as far as the ache in his balls would let him. He
was already exhausted, but he knew perfectly well that the best was yet to
come...
Anne leant over him, the sensuous look was back in her eyes as she
made sure she had his complete attention. She drew down his body, her eyes
never leaving his as she bent down over his dick. Mesmerized, he drank in
the picture of her lips gently claiming his head.
Anne took her time. She let her tongue trace the sensitive ring
around his cock-head, flicking, teasing it unbearably until she suddenly
sank his entire shaft into her throat. Adam came off the table with a
strangled moan, as the heat and wetness engulfed him. She began bobbing
her head, her tongue swirling madly against the sensitive underside of his
dick, taking him in with the ease of a familiar lover...
Adam couldn't keep off his orgasm any longer, the dark storm of
pleasure carefully built up inside him, was demanding to be let out. He
let himself go.
Anne felt him go stiff under her, felt the tension humming in his
body. One last time, she took him in, her tongue feeling the throbbing of his
shaft against it. He could only hold on to his sanity as the pleasure
blasted through his body. Dimly, he was aware of her sucking every last
drop of cum from him. The incredible sensations ripping through him
precluded all else.
A minute later, he came off the table and pulled her into a tight
hug. The taste of his cum was tangy on her lips and he kissed her as only
he could...
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