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DarkNites: Study Break
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: Study-Break
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Its 2 am. You plop down on your bed, totally fried from ECE 541.
You fling one arm across your eyes and heave a huge sigh. You feel your body
melt slowly into the mattress as tired muscles let go..
Something isn't right. You could have sworn that someone had just
touched you. Must be your imagination. A hand whispers across your chest
and then down one leg. You try to lift the arm across your eyes to take a
look but it suddenly seems to weight a ton.
You feel someone settle beside you. A warm breath of air blows
into your ear and that hand slides back up your thigh to rest on your
crotch. You begin to harden instinctively, but the hand refuses to help
you. It slides ever so slowly up to your neck and gets to work on your
buttons..
Your eyes are still closed and you're wondering if this is all a
dream, but the soft grind of your buttons as they escape your shirt tells
you that no dream can be THIS vivid. Nails scrape down your bare chest,
leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your zip slides down with a metallic
rattle. You hold your breath waiting for the touch...
YES! Soft strokes through the cotton of your briefs. Your body
starts to come alive, as you start wishing your clothes away. As if your
thoughts were read, two hands fasten on your jeans and yank down.
Somewhere you find the energy to lift your hips to let the denim slide down
to your knees. The briefs soon follow.
Warm hands fasten around your penis, beginning the familiar rhythm.
A wet tongue strokes along your bare thigh, moving lazily up to swirl
around the head of your cock. Another lazy lick as the hands stroke and
massage you. Suddenly you're engulfed in a warm, wet cavern. You gasp in
surprise and pleasure. Nails scrape along the sides of your hips, reaching
and squeezing your butt.
A tongue swirls madly against you. A taste of your skin, your
sensitive head and then the wonderful feeling of heat and tightness. Again
and again it happens, just as slow and sure. Its driving you crazy. Your
nerves are stretched to the limit but you still don't have the energy to move,
to protest, to do anything!
The mouth withdraws leaving you wet and feeling the chill of the room.
One finger slowly strokes up the vein on the underside on your cock. Warm
breath brushes against the head of your cock, slowly moving lower. Then both
your balls are sucked into that clever mouth. You arch your back instinctively,
a small gasp escaping you as the vibration begins at your crotch and spreads
insidiously through your entire hips.
The pitch of the humming deepens and you suddenly feel the tension in
your groin double as the vibration intensifies. "Jesus", you groan, clutching
the sheets convulsively as the muscles in your stomach tighten and starts
contracting involuntarily. The shudders spread through your entire body as
you feel yourself come within an inch of climax. You start to fight it,
wanting this incredible sensation to go on forever.
The mouth shifts in position without a break in the humming and then
amazingly one hand is wrapped firmly around your cock. Slowly it starts to
pump. Heaven! Your body is now squirming uncontrollably as you try to keep
yourself from coming. But then, the humming drops another octave. The
violent simulation is too much for you to bear. Every muscle tenses as you
explode...
You're completely drained and you don't want to even try to move.
But you do anyway. You move your arm and open your eyes, blinking in the
bright light. There's no one in the room. There is only a sterling silver
ring on the bedside table by your clock.
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