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Encounters - 4
by OneMan (mararch@pacbell.net)

***

She realized she was sleeping even as she floated up 
out of the blackness of it. She found herself naked, 
curled on her side, the warm comfort of the sheets 
draped over her, the soft cupping caress of the 
mattress cradling her relaxed form.

Even after she was fully awake, or as much as one can 
be in those moments when the mind shakes off the clutch 
of unconsciousness, she savored the soothing pulse that 
seemed to swell and contract within her entire form.

She shifted slightly, as if to pet herself against the 
comfort of the bed, and instantly realized her loins 
were sticky, the skin adhering as if it had been sealed 
together with the glue of her own lust. That thought 
caused a tiny, tickling throb in her clit and her mind 
flickered up to a greater alertness.

Reaching out with her senses she probed behind her and 
immediately recognized the mass of him, reclined at her 
back. As if nerve endings had suddenly been touched by 
a flame the tickle in her sex became a flutter that 
crawled up through her, making her stomach tremble with 
the awareness of awakening need.

Then the memory settled over her and she found herself 
experiencing a flicker of surprise. Despite everything 
that had happened in the hours since she'd brought him 
home, since he's crossed that final barrier as she'd 
been standing, her hands plunged into the warm, 
soothing, soapy water at the kitchen sink... despite 
the waves of cumming that he had teased, then coaxed, 
then demanded out of her body.... in spite of the hours 
of lust that had rolled over and through and from 
her... 

Son of a bitch, she thought. He hasn't fucked me yet. 
In fact, except for a few playful strokes, he hasn't 
even had his cock out of his jockeys. 

She pondered this a long moment, trying to fit it into 
her past experience, her common knowledge understanding 
of men and women and how things like this were supposed 
to go, what was natural and to be expected. 

He hasn't cum at all yet, she thought. Not once. Me, 
I've been spraying all over the place, like a sponge 
full of the hornies, and he's been sucking me dry, 
taking me into his mouth, onto his fingers... even into 
that damn fur mitten thing. But he hasn't cum at all. 

In fact, after he pretty much killed me, she recalled, 
the memory of the three climaxes against his tongue 
battering her in quick succession, until she thought 
her body might literally erupt into flames, he'd just 
crawled up beside her, wrapped her in his arms, 
surrounded her with his warmth and hushed and cooed at 
her quietly, telling her to go to sleep, to rest, to 
savor the sensations that were coursing through her 
body. And damn if she didn't do as she was told, 
dropping into a deep, thick, peaceful sleep in a couple 
of minutes.

So what, she considered, puzzled, is going on here? 
What's with this guy? Ok, so he'd talked a lot about 
intensity and savoring and things like that when they'd 
first met and chatted on-line. And all those things 
about being in the moment. But that wasn't it, was it? 
What was that one thing that had caught her attention 
when he'd first said.. or rather typed it? It had been 
something about it being easy to go to bed with someone 
wanting them, but it was must rarer and more meaningful 
waking up with someone and wanting them. Something 
about it not being all about the sex, but the just 
being with someone. Or was it about sex being just part 
of the pleasure of being with someone. 

Oh hell, she though, emitting a tiny huff of 
frustration, she couldn't remember. Maybe she'd ask him 
about it. Later.

But for right now she suddenly realized her bladder was 
screaming for her attention, full and impatient. Well, 
she thought, she could get up, take care of that 
particular need, then maybe make some coffee and...

As carefully as she could she reached to peel back the 
blankets and slid her sticky feeling legs from beneath 
them, pushing herself up until she sat on the edge of 
the bed. Then she twisted and looked back at where he 
lay behind her.

His face was calm, smooth and relaxed, almost as if he 
were in a deep meditation. I wonder, she thought, and 
craned a bit further, casting her eyes down his form. 
But the sheets were bunched up around his waist and 
with his shirt still on there was no way she could tell 
if he was hard.

A playful grin seized her lips and she sighed, standing 
up carefully and padding to the bathroom where she 
closed the door before turning and settling herself on 
the hard, cold seat.

When she emerged she stood in the doorway, staring over 
at him, considering once again everything that had 
happened the night before. Sexually it had been pretty 
amazing. She'd have to put it into the category of 
getting her brains fucked out. Except, of course, 
technically, they hadn't fucked at all, which was a 
little weird. But fun? Oh hell yes.

She paused a moment, centering her thoughts. Fun, yes. 
But intimate? Really? He hadn't been inside her. Hadn't 
even tried to be. In fact, he hadn't even been on her. 
She liked that sometimes, the feel of a man spraying 
his hot, white, sticky, salty cum onto her flesh. 

It made her feel wanton and wicked and... powerful, in 
a way. That she could cause that in a man. As if he was 
in her control and she could guide and provide for him. 
Wait a minute, she thought... is that what he's been 
doing to me? Turning me into some kind of sex toy? 

He had mentioned something several times about enjoying 
that sort of thing. And she had to admit to herself 
that when he'd tied her to that chair the night before 
and licked and sucked her clit until she thought she'd 
start screaming from the sensation of it, there was a 
moment when she had decided that she really couldn't do 
anything to stop him. Not really. 

Oh yes, she could have said that word and stopped 
everything cold, but that would have meant she had to 
be frustrated and horny, and she wasn't about to let 
that happen. Her only other choice was just to accept 
that he was going to do what he wanted to you and her 
job was just to make up her mind to that and try to 
endure it. Endure, she consider. Good heavens, did she 
ever.

She fixed her attention on him once more, a flicker of 
playful wickedness arching inside her. Well, she 
thought, maybe turn about is fair play after all. Maybe 
he should find out what it's like to be the fuck toy. 
Or at least not to be the one calling all the shots all 
the time.

Slowly, silently, she eased across the room to the side 
of the bed where he lay on his back, his breathing slow 
and deep, eyes closed. Carefully she reached out and 
took the top fold of the rumpled sheets between her 
fingertips, slowly drawing them back, revealing his 
hips, the tops of his long legs.

Damn, she thought, he's still got his jockeys on. Well, 
just have to work around that.

She bent carefully over, raising a knee and planting it 
on the edge of the mattress and placing a hand beside 
his reclining body. With the other hand she reached out 
and lightly brushed the tips of her fingers over the 
bulge in his shorts. 

He isn't hard, she realized. Not yet. But.... 

She snapped a quick glance at his face, seeing that it 
hadn't reacted to her slow, soft invasion of his 
surrounding space. She turned her attention back to the 
object at hand, so to speak, and began to brush over 
the soft cotton fabric of his underwear with the very 
tips of her fingers. Let's see how you like teasing, 
buddy, she thought.

As if having heard her, she could feel the organ begin 
to shift beneath the cloth, reacting to the tickling 
sensation of her delicate touch. Good, she thought. 
Let's see if we can wake up just this one part. For 
now.

She let her fingertips slide along the slowly growing 
length of the ridge from the very tip all the way down 
to where she felt the swell of his balls and dipping 
lightly as low as she could without brushing too much 
against his thighs.

Very quickly she could see the cock swelling, firming 
beneath her teasing and gently, slowly, laid her 
flattened hand upon it.

He groaned in his sleep and she saw him begin to shift 
slightly as if trying to shoo away a gnat that had 
invaded his dreams. She closed her hand, gently but 
firmly gripping the cock through the fabric of the 
underwear. Nice, she thought, and a sudden, small jolt 
of her own awakening lust teased her sex. Damn, she 
realized, I'm getting wet again. Even when he's asleep 
he makes me wet. Well, we'll just see about that.

She began to slowly, firmly, knead his cock through the 
fabric, milking it, petting it, applying her own form 
of torment to it. I wonder if....

Releasing it she quickly slipped her finger beneath the 
waistband of his shorts and lifted it, pulling it down 
slightly. The bulbous mushroom shaped head of his cock 
appeared into view and she felt a shiver of growing 
anticipation flood her. And she smiled as well, at the 
faint glistening at the small slit of an opening in its 
center. Ah yes, she thought. Pre-cum. Very nice.

And when he finally does cum, she thought with a wicked 
pleasure, its going to be deliciously messy. After 
these last few hours, I'll bet he's just floating with 
cum, eager to get out... to get on me... in me... I 
wonder if I'll feel it shoot right up into my womb, she 
thought, and a jolt of lust raced through her. Good 
thing I'm protected or... She shuddered, an entire new 
line of thought swooped toward her, her mind shaking 
off its approach and fixing on his cock once more.

She eased the shorts down as far as they would go, able 
to carefully hook them beneath the sack of his balls, 
exposing his entire length. 

He wasn't massive, but nicely formed and large enough 
to fill her. In the right position she realized she'd 
feel the press of that rounded head against her cervix. 
Hadn't he mentioned once about actually opening some 
woman inside like that and fucking beyond it? Or had 
that been with his touch? Never mind. Other things to 
think about right now.

She slowly shifted herself, moving her legs and bending 
down to settle herself so that she was half laying, 
half kneeing beside him, her face now only in inch 
above his cock which she had encircled with her 
fingertips and was lightly, slowly stroking.

You don't get to go back to sleep, she thought at it. 
You get to go crazy.

Carefully she shifted it, raising it until it jutted 
into the air before her. It felt warm against her 
fingers but also she could almost sense that heat 
against her face. Nice.

She tossed one more glance at his face, and felt a 
quiet satisfaction to see that his brows had furrowed 
slightly, tiny lines of concern or worry there. Too 
bad, honey, she thought. Your turn to be the fuck 
bitch.

Then she turned her attention back to the cock and 
leaned slowly toward it, her lips parting, tongue 
slowly extending as she gently tipped it to a slightly 
more receptive angle.

It tasted tangy and hot against her tongue and she 
could feel it twitch suddenly at this new attention. 
That's right, love, she cooed within her mind... you're 
getting mouth raped. Too bad, so sad, just deal with 
it.
She slowly licked up its length to the head and felt 
the sharp tang of the clear fluid on her tongue. Tasty, 
she thought. 

She lowered her head and felt the bulbous head entering 
the opening of her mouth, brushing her lips. Going to 
suck you dry, she thought. Going to milk you. Going to 
drink you down into another part of my belly before you 
get to fill me from below. Going to make you whimper. 
Make you groan. Make you beg. Going to own you for a 
change. Make it so that when I just look at you from 
now you, I know you're hard and wanting me.

She slowly moved her head down until she felt the cock 
against the back of her mouth, then slowly raised her 
head once more, feeling it slide against her lips, her 
tongue, bathing it in the heat of her attention.

I wish you were naked right now, she thought. Wish I 
had you all tied up. Slide my finger up your ass and 
stroke you, make you shoot every drop down my throat. 
Make you my fuck bitch. Would you like that? Be my 
little slave boy?

The wickedness of her own thoughts and the sensation of 
his cock between her lips, responding, twitching, 
pulsing, had caused her own heat to mount, swelling her 
lower lips and making the wetness course down, flooding 
her.

She slipped her free hand down, now practically leaning 
on the elbow of the arm that held his cock erect, and 
the fingers of her other hand slid quickly between the 
bed and her stomach, plunging down and into her sex.

God, yes, she thought with relief as the electric jolts 
of pleasure at her own touch shot through her. 

We're going to fuck, she thought, her fingertip working 
her clit with studied, familiar expertise, her mouth 
sucking and milking his cock. We're going to fuck and 
fuck and drain each other dry. I'm going to have your 
cum all over me. Run my hands through it on my nipples 
and belly and thighs... and feel it in me, hot and 
sticky and sweet.

She heard him moan and quickened her pace.

That's right, she thought. Give it to me. Feed me. 
Surrender to me. Now.

The cock in her mouth seemed to swell suddenly, drawing 
tight and she could feel the veins become hard, 
overfilled hoses of blood. Then his hips shifted, 
jerking slightly, raising and he gave a half gasp, half 
groan.

Like hot milk his cum shot against the back of her 
mouth and she whined, clamping tightly on it, 
swallowing, savoring, tasting the very life of him. 

An instant later her own pussy answered with a deep, 
explosive cry of its own, her body wracking with a 
deep, electric shudder of warmth and lust and pleasure.

She let herself be flung away, into a kind of senseless 
place of sensation, their bodies perversely joined, his 
cock to her mouth, and she rode his climax with her 
own, down a swirling slope of pleasure.

At last she managed to lift her head and drop it 
heavily onto his stomach, panting and almost fighting 
to keep from flopping into a heap on the floor at the 
side of the bed.

"What?" she heard him say quietly. "No good morning 
kiss?"

She groaned and then joined him in a warm, secret 
laugh.

Continued...

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