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Encounters - 3
by OneMan (mararch@pacbell.net)

***

She lay on her stomach, naked and feeling a kind of 
swirling in her head, as if she were a feather caught 
in a tiny column of circling air.

He was beside her on the bed and she could feel the 
gravitational like pull of him, where his weight caused 
the mattress to sink, a sensation she had not 
experienced in longer than she cared to remember.

Presently, though, her thoughts were fixed on the 
delicious sensation that floated over her exposed skin 
between shoulders and calves, where he lightly, gently 
stroked her with the fur mitten. She still could not 
believe that he actually kept it in his car, along with 
other objects she did not, at the moment, want to 
speculate about. All she wanted was to surrender 
herself to the seductive, enveloping feel of the soft, 
warm object that seemed to be calling every nerve 
ending it touched to a tingling alertness.

She had a sudden, fleeting flash of a Cheshire cat, 
floating just above her, it's flank brushing and 
nuzzling her smooth flesh, and she could not prevent 
the small grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. 
I'm a kitten, she thought with delight. And the image 
of herself as such innocent, carefree creature, 
savoring the pure pleasure of such a sensation without 
judgment or concern caused her to wiggle slightly, 
burrowing down even further into the soft warmth of the 
sheets beneath her.

Funny, she thought. It's not really a sexual feeling, 
being petted like this. But then again it was. Just the 
circumstances made it so. That thought caused her to 
lift her head slightly from her crossed hands and turn 
it to face him, settling it down once more as she 
peered through her own cascading blond hair at where he 
reclined beside her, propped on one elbow, focusing his 
attention on her naked back.

"Still not fair" she said, her words warped by the 
pressure of her reclining head resting on her hand.

"What is" he said, his eyes never leaving where the fur 
mitten flowed over her form.

"You're still dressed" she replied.

He smiled, allowing a quick glimpse down at himself, 
his half unbuttoned black shirt and the long legs that 
jutted from beneath, the lower edge of his black shorts 
barely visible under its casual folds.

"I don't think you could call this dressed" he 
answered.

"You know what I mean" she whined and the words 
dissolved into a low groan as she felt the mitten float 
over her backside and threaten to dip into the still 
moist cleft between her thighs.

"Well" he replied, "I'm savoring every moment. I want 
this to last as long as possible."

"Me too" she crooned, letting her eyes slip closed and 
giving herself up once more to the insistent tug of the 
fur on her flesh.

After a long, deep swallow of the pleasure she spoke 
again.

"So, why haven't you asked me to do anything for you?"

"Who says you haven't done everything for me?"

"You know what I mean."

"What, because I didn't grab your hair and pull you 
against my crotch?" He chuckled deeply, sweeping the 
mitten down below her knees and increasing the 
pressure, making her moan with appreciation at the 
feeling it provided.

"Yes" she mewled. "You haven't even cum yet."

"Not physically" he countered.

"There's another way?" she asked, archly but not 
bothering to lift her head for fear it might chase away 
some small part of the heavenly sense of attention and 
pampering.

"Yes" he replied.

"How" she challenged quietly.

"Well" he said thoughtfully, "you know that the mind is 
the most important sex organ, correct? I mean, if your 
mind is receptive to being aroused then almost anything 
turns you on. And if you're just not in the mood, then 
things which normally would get you all wet don't have 
any effect at all."

"Go on" she prompted.

"So, take that a step further. Separate the mind from 
the physical and try to experience the mind part by 
itself, without the distraction of the body."

"I don't get it" she replied flatly.

"Let my put it this way" he said, trying a new tack. 
"Have you ever been so turned on, like in some place 
where you couldn't do anything about it physically, 
like touch yourself, that you thought you might almost 
cum spontaneously?"

"Maybe."

"All right, well think of feeling like that but instead 
of having part of your mind thinking about wanting to 
touch yourself or how you might touch yourself, and 
just giving in to the pure feeling of being that hot 
and not thinking about actually cumming from it."

"So what happens then?"

"That" he responded, bending down and quickly, gently, 
nuzzling her hair, "is Tantric."

"What's that" she said, burrowing a little deeper as if 
the feel of him was overwhelming her.

He leaned back up.

"It's a form of meditation that's partly based on 
sexual ecstasy. Getting to that super turned on state 
and staying there. Which you can't really do if you 
cum. The biology is against it."

"It is, huh."

"Oh yes. When you cum your muscles contract, like your 
body is working to relieve a cramp that's been building 
up... a very pleasant cramp... and when it ends your 
body relaxes again. Of course women have the better 
deal with that. You can cum and cum and cum. We guys 
have to take a while to build back up afterwards."

"Mmmm," she crooned at the thought. "So you know about 
Tantric, then?"

"Somewhat" he responded smugly. "Turn over."

She was almost surprised at how relaxed, comfortable 
and natural it was for her to roll, shift and come to 
rest on her back, her breasts, the nipples still tight 
and tingling, her sex still pulsing faintly with her 
heartbeat all now fully exposed to him.

A moment later she felt the wondrous, soft sensation of 
the mitten on her stomach and for a fleeting instant 
thought maybe pets weren't so dumb after all in 
enjoying that particular feeling.

"But it isn't right" she said at last.

"What isn't."

"I haven't done anything for you."

"Oh, but you have. More than you know" he countered.

"How."

"Because" he said, sweeping the mitten up over her 
breast and pausing there, gently kneading the nipple 
with the softness before sliding to the other and 
repeating the torment, "when you cum, I can feel it. 
It's like sitting by a camp fire and having it flare up 
suddenly. I can feel the heat. And it's wonderful. It's 
very satisfying."

"I think you just like being good at it."

"Well, yeah, I enjoy that too. But really, I just feed 
on the energy of your pleasure... the heat of it... the 
passion. It's like a high."

"Contact high" she muttered and smiled.

"Exactly. And now..." he said, beginning to move, his 
free hand reaching out to gently press against her 
inner thigh, silently instructing her to part her legs 
so he could settle between them, "I need another fix."

"Oh God" she groaned, dropping an arm over her eyes, 
feeling him shifting over her leg, the gravity of him 
settling between her spread lower limbs.

He shifted, drawing back his arms, slipping one beneath 
her leg and a moment later she felt the mitten on her 
stomach again. His bare hand danced on tormenting 
fingertips that lightly began to brush and flick her 
erect and aching nipple.

Then there was an almost ghostly warmth on the lips of 
her sex and it took her a moment to realize he was 
gently blowing on them.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she said, her voice small.

"I will" he responded, "when you're ready."

"Oh my God" she sighed, "I've been ready."

"Ready to fuck?" he teased.

"Yes."

"Ready to feel my cock inside you?"

"God..."

"Ready to feel my cum flooding you?"

"Bastard" she hissed, trying to hold onto the fragments 
of control that were rapidly being battered by the 
rising throb and tingle in her clit and the swollen 
lips of her sex.

"Shhh," he breathed. "Relax.... I want to taste you 
again."

She was about to retort when she felt the hot, wet, 
firm but soft tip of his tongue brush over the lips of 
her sex and groaned as the heat seemed to flow into 
her, pooling in her womb and flowing up into her belly.

"I should have raped you when I had the chance" she 
whispered, and put away any further words.

His tongue glided torturously up and down the opening 
to her womanhood, as if trying to coax out every last 
drop of her already flowing moisture, then suddenly 
slipped between them and stroked up, beneath the small 
hood that guarded and protected her delicate clit.

A shock of pleasure burst through her and her hips 
jerked instinctively, as if trying to coax the author 
of this wonderful sensation beyond the portal and 
swallow it to the hilt within her.

Then he began to work her, his tongue stroking slowly 
back and forth over the engorged and throbbing bead of 
her lust. She felt her need soaring upwards once more, 
pulling her out of herself, turning her inside out.

Then she felt his hand slide off her nipple, trailing 
down her side and withdraw under her trembling thigh. A 
moment later, she felt him probing with his fingertips, 
first one, then two, and her sex opening to receive 
them.

They slipped deep into her, curling up and finding her 
G-spot just within her sex and began to pet it, keeping 
a maddening rhythm with the torment of the tongue on 
her clit.

"Oh fuck me" she sighed. "Please fuck me. Put your cock 
in me. Cum in me. Please..."

But he continued to stroke and suckle, his movement 
firm yet gentle, and brooking no denial. She knew he 
would not stop. Not stop until she had cum yet again. 
Not stop until she had burst out onto his tongue and 
around his probing, penetrating fingers, coating him 
with her deepest, wettest lust. And then what? Would he 
even stop? Or would he drive her upwards yet again, 
make her give herself to him over and over? How much 
could she take? she wondered. Would he put her in that 
place where she could do nothing but spasm and cum and 
die a tiny bit as he consumed every tiny fragment of 
her?

His tongue began to flick more firmly now, like a rider 
beginning to whip a reluctant mount, and within her the 
fingers, petted and stroked more firmly. My God, she 
managed to think, he's raping my mind. I can't stop 
him, can't stop this. I'm going to cum again. And again 
after that. Because that's what he wants from me, and I 
can't stop him from making me do it. I really am 
helpless. Oh God...

She felt the sudden tightening through her core and 
knew the explosion was upon her. She arched her back as 
if to push it forth, to give it birth into his mouth. 
It was intense, obscene, wicked and miraculous, as if 
she was a piece of his flesh. She wanted it, badly, 
desperately, undeniably. She wanted to spray her 
hottest, wettest pleasure into his mouth, to drown him 
in it, flood him, and by doing so possess him 
completely. And with a flash of understanding it struck 
her that she was indeed raping him, as much as he was 
her. He was her slave no less than she was his. They 
were sharing one sensation, one fire, one all consuming 
flame.

Her belly fluttered and spasmed and the hot, icy 
tingling of the climax roared through her like a beast 
consuming her from within. Her body tensed and began to 
shudder, twitching and spasming beneath his tongue, 
around his invading fingers. And for one glorious 
moment there was nothing but that sensation. No bed, no 
world beyond, no universe, no words, no thoughts. Only 
the feeling. The feeling that consumed her and, through 
the taste of her at that instant, him as well.

Continued...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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