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Internet Fantasy 2/3
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.
Start of Part 2 of 3 of Internet Fantasy
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Internet Fantasy
We laid there for a few minutes together. Just holding
each other. It has been a very long time since you have felt
strong hands rubbing your back. The roughness of the hands, the
short nails, the muscles on his forearms. All this is a pleasure
you haven't had since who knows when. As we kiss, you taste your
own juice on my lips. You can smell your own scent on my breath.
You are drinking your very own juices from my face. Tounges
wrestle and intertwine. Strong fingers work their way up and down
your back, pushing deep into your muscles, running their way down
your spine. Stroking the soft skin of your back.
Laying on our sides brings our faces next to each other.
You move down a little bit, so that your head can rest against my
chest. The hairs tickle your face, so lightly, making you smile
just a little. You recline a bit and end up on your back. I follow
your motions and cover your body with mine. Again we kiss, moist
firm tounges playing with each other. You reach up and around my back
and grab my shoulders and pull me all the way down on top of you.
I run my hand smoothly across your chest, feeling your breasts come
alive with passion. Reaching under your shirt, finally touching
the bare flesh of your gorgeous body. As my hand rubs your nipples,
you let out a moan, you realize this is the first time you have been
touched in such an intimate way by anybody else in such a long time.
Your body cries out for anothers touch, begging for another type
of pleasure.
With a motion that you barely feel, I undo your bra strap.
You unbutton your shirt half way before you decide to just pull it
over you head. Then you have done it, bared your breasts to another,
I gaze at your tits, longing to feel them under my hands. Passionately
I put my mouth back up to yours and kiss you so deeply. Loving every
second of this I gasp for air. 'Kate,' I say, 'please let this last
a long time. I dont want to give this up. It feels so great.'
'Mmmmm, Uh huh.' is about all you can mutter.
Your breasts feel so large under my hand (35C? you have to tell me)
Caressing your rock hard nipples, licking them, taking one into my mouth
and rolling it across my teeth with my tounge. Softly applying pressure
hearing you murmur in pleasure. Then as hard as I can, I suck as
much of your tit into my mouth as possible. But not leaving it there
long enough to cause any bruise, slowly the flesh seeps back out of
my mouth, I catch the nipple again and hold it in my warm mouth.
Licking around your aerola. Using my hands to push your breasts together
kneeding them so gently, tickling the undersides, circling them with
firm fingers. Again you feel that familiar sensation of wetness seeping
from your pussy. The room quickly fills up with the scent of sex again.
You push on my body so that I end up directly on top of you. Sliding
your legs open, and wrapping them around my back. Instead of the usual
reaction of the man pulling off your shorts, instead you find me bringing
my knee up and pressing it into your crotch. This must be familiar to
you because you react readily by grinding away at this ungiving knee.
Bending a little at you waist you soon learn that you can rub your clit
against my knee.
Shivers run up your back immediatly when you first
do this. I respond to your motions by rubbing my knee up and down
into your crotch. Hoping to put the pressure exactly where you want
it. Soft groans come from your throat as you find the place on my
knee that can pleasure you the most. Faster you grind your hips,
feeling the unyielding pressure of my knee between your legs. As
you pick up the grinding speed, you tense up, there is a point of
no return when you realize that you are about to come.
Releasing all the years of pent up fantasies, you finally
feel an enormous amount of fluid escape from your pussy. Flowing
out past your lips, soaking your already wet panties, and lending
another rush of that beautiful scent to our air. Collapsing back
onto the bed you gasp for air, still feeling the aftershocks from
the orgasm. Cunt muscles still spasming, sweat beading up on your
forehead, nipples still hard. Your legs are still wrapped so tightly
around my back I have no mobility at all.
I nervously ask of you, 'Please Kate, can we have sex? I
am so excited I can barely keep my pants on.' In your excited state
you have very little resistance and you gasp out a 'Yes Alan, please
do me now, I need to feel a cock inside me.' From deep inside of
me I thank you. Not willing to risk a change of mind, I hurry to reach
down to your shorts and strip them off of you. Then you reach down
and unbutton my pants. My cock is already so stiff and excited
from thinking about you. You pull me on top of your body again, and
reach your heels around my back and interlock them.
Your nervousness also shows, its been too long since you have
had sex with a man. Inexperienced hands reach down to my cock and
take hold of it. The lubrication of your pussy makes the task so
much easier, softly you stroke yourself with my cock, running the
smooth warm head against your wet flesh. Using it like you use
your favorite sextoy, you press it against your clit and begin to
rub your clit with my dick. Moaning a little bit you let me know
exactly how you are feeling. Hot, excited, ready to be entered.
Still rubbing my cock against your clit, you moan out some more.
This is much better than a cold dildo you think. Its so much more
real, warm, flexible and fleshy. You long to have that old feeling
of a man pumping away inside of you.
Lowering my cock to the opening of your slit, and opening
it with your fingers, you stick just the tip of it inside. 'Mmmm'
comes from your throat in a gutteral sound. Afraid to push my self
into you, I let you guide the action. With a firm push with your
heels you let me know that its time to plunge in a bit deeper.
Your pussy almost sucks my cock into it. The years of neglect have
made you hungry for real flesh, that warm feeling can never be beat.
This time instead of inching myself into you, I slide back out just
a little, spreading your wetness all over my dick. Then pushing
back inside. Your muscles open wide to allow me access to your most
private parts. Engulfing me all the way. Filling your body with
the most wonderful warmth you have ever felt. Then a bit of a surprise
by inching myself up higher on your body, you can feel my shaft
touch against your clit. It can push on your little love button, if
done right. This new feeling of both clitoral stimulation and your
filled cunt quickly bring you back to the brink of another orgasm.
Still being careful of your almost virginal (well not accustomed
to being filled with a man) I will only pump slowly. Drawing my dick
almost all the way out of your body, then working it back in easily.
Again drawing my dick almost all the way out, and then back in easily.
Your pussy walls start tensing up, increasing the pressure between
you and me, each vein of my shaft can be felt, each ridge. The
little spasms of your muscle walls squeeze me so tight, I feel like I
am about to explode inside of you right then.
Minds locked on each other, our thoughts are only on pleasure
trying to make the other one feel more pleasure than yourself.
*Click* we hear the door make a sound. Your body is on the
edge of cumming again, just as my shaft plunges back into you, again
it scraps across your clit, 'Mmmmm, Oh harder!' you cry out.
'Kate? Was that you?' comes the voice at the door, a high
pitched feminine voice that only you recognize.
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End of Part 2 of 3 of Internet Fantasy
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