Last Updated 24 March, 2001
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work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
people under the age of 18 or those offended by sexual situations.
If you should not be reading this, please don't read it. (C) Copyright 2001 by M. Sherlocke-Romianik. Feel free to distribute this story to any non-commercial forum with the author's name and disclaimer unaltered. Other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the author's express permission. Please feel free to e-mail me at msromianik@hotmail.com with any questions, suggestions, or comments, and watch for the next installment in the Shy saga. ****************************** Shy
- Part 2 - Jordan The
wall felt cold against my back. The heat from the inside of the
room warmed my body too much. I watched the mass of bodies swaying
to the slow music. The volume was so high that the bass pounded in
my heart and ears. I gazed at couples kissing. I saw the braver
males place their hands on the barely covered asses of the women.
I pressed a hand, cooled from the wall, against my cheek; my face
was burning hot. He
stood in the doorway watching me, leaning casually against the
doorframe. His eyes made me feel naked. I liked that feeling. A
new song came on, another slow one that was barely distinguishable
from the last. He walked over to me, purposefully, confident. I
watched him walk, his movements almost like those of a predator,
and I was his prey. He stood in front of me and looked me up and
down, a lazy smile on his face. He reached a clammy hand out to
me, and I took it. He led me to a gap in the dancing couples and
slid his arms around me, drawing me close. His body pressed softly
against mine and his hips swayed in a slow, gentle rhythm. He
smelt of a musky aftershave that I couldn't identify. His hands
were on my bare back, sliding over my skin, while my own rested
casually just above his waist. I wasn't going to be the one to
initiate anything. He wanted to be a hunter, and I wanted to let
him fulfill his desire in more ways than one. He
pressed his mouth to my neck and kissed it lightly. I felt a
tingle run down my spine. His tongue ran across my jawline to my
mouth. He pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into
my mouth. I slid my tongue against his as we kissed, gently at
first, tentative, then deeper, more confident. He pulled me closer
to him, my breasts pushing against his chest. I tightened my arms
around him and let my hands drift to cup his firm ass. I felt my
nipples stiffen as he probed my mouth with his tongue. We kept
swaying to the music, our bodies synchronised. He moved a hand
between us, oblivious to the other dancing couples, and kissed me
again. He squeezed my breasts in his hand, brushing against my
hard nipples. His touch pleased me and I sighed contentedly
through our kiss. I squeezed his ass, pushing his hips closer to
mine and I felt his cock against my thigh, hard and thick. His
hand moved to push against my pussy through the material of my
skirt and panties. He cupped me gently, squeezing at my center,
which was becoming hotter and wetter. I moved one of my hands
around between his legs and rubbed along the length of his cock
through his trousers. I registered the look of surprise on his
face when I undid the zip and slid my hand inside. His cock was
hot and hard, the head slick with precome. I squeezed and stroked
him as he cupped me. He shuddered a little as my hands worked on
him, bringing his cock to full size. I squeezed his balls and then
rubbed his cock hard. He groaned quietly and pushed himself
against my hand. His hand pressed against me more firmly, more
urgently. I withdrew and zipped his trousers back up. He looked at
me, clearly annoyed. I leaned my mouth close to his ear. "Follow,"
I said and licked his earlobe. I
walked away through the door and into the hallway beyond. At the
end of that hallway I tried a door to a room on my left. It wasn't
locked, so I walked into the shadows it contained. I heard his
footsteps behind me and turned to see him close the door. His body
slammed into me as he pushed me hard up against a wall, his mouth
frantic on mine. I returned his kisses with equal lust and roamed
my hands over him. He squeezed my breasts as I slid my hands over
his thighs and his still hard cock. He cupped my ass beneath the
skirt of my dress and moved around to slide his fingers beneath my
panties. I kissed him urgently as he slid a finger inside my
pussy. I clenched tightly around him as his finger slid in and out
of me, feeling the moisture of my pussy spread to my thighs. I
unzipped him again and freed his cock from his trousers. I stroked
him hard and fast and he pressed his face into my shoulder,
uttering small groans of pleasure. My hand was covered in precome,
and I pressed my hips harder against the finger that was stroking
my insides. I
manoeuvred him around so that his back was against the wall, and
then I knelt before him. The absence of his finger, any part of
him, in my pussy was scarcely bearable. I ran my tongue down the
length of his cock and sucked gently on his balls. He groaned
again and then gasped as I pushed his cock deep into my throat. I
pulled him back out partway and sucked the head, tasting salty
precome. He felt soft as velvet and hard as a rock. I ran my
tongue around the rim and then stroked up and down his cock with
my tongue while moving it in and out of my mouth. I played with
his balls and he moaned again, louder this time. His hands were on
the back of my head, pushing my mouth deeper on his cock. I licked
and sucked him, moving faster and feeling him bob around in my
mouth, jerked by the muscles at the base of the shaft. I withdrew
my mouth from his cock. It glistened with saliva and precome,
tempting. I
stood up and pressed my mouth on him, my body against him. He
kissed me roughly, biting my tongue. His hands roamed over me and
pulled my skirt up to around my waist. He groped my pussy, and his
hand felt cold against the hot fire that raged between my thighs.
He slid his hand under the thin material of my panties, and in a
motion that made me cry out in surprise, he ripped them off,
jerking my hips forward. Two of his fingers plunged into me, hard
and fast, probing me, feeling wonderful. His cock was wet beneath
my hand and his hips moved in time with my stroking. He half
picked me up and pushed me down onto one of the classroom tables.
My back was flat with one of his hands on my breasts, pinning me
down. My legs hung off the side of the table and he parted them
easily, paused to line up his cock, and then slammed it hard and
deep into my pussy. I cried out as his hardness filled me, feeling
my pussy contract around it. His left hand caressed my breasts, no
longer pinning me down, just adding to the intense pleasure that I
felt. His other hand steadied himself against the table while he
slammed me. My hips responded of their own accord, moving with him
to push him deeper and harder inside of me. My pussy ached with
sensations and I felt my wetness on my thighs and his balls,
slapping audibly against my ass. I
jammed my hand into my mouth and bit down hard to stop myself
screaming, scared that we would be heard and interrupted. I was
aware of him trying to control the groans that were escaping his
mouth between ragged breaths as his cock slammed rapidly in and
out of me. I felt the intense ache that signalled my orgasm
reaching breaking point. Somehow he sensed this and fucked me
deeper. Both hands were on my hips now, pulling me harder against
him. With a loud and long moan, I came around his cock. My back
arched, and he pushed me down again, still plunging into me. My
body felt as though it were exploding, intensified by his
ceaseless movements. He breathed hard and fast, echoing the
movement of his cock inside my clenching pussy. I felt his body
tense, and at this I wrapped my legs around him and sat up,
pushing him as deep in me as he could go. He moaned loudly and I
pressed my mouth onto his to stop the escape of sound. I felt the
hot rush in my pussy as his balls began to empty. His body jerked
as another shot filled me, and I moaned at the exquisite
sensation. Again and again he spurted into me until I heard a
final groan of relief. He buried his head in my shoulder and
sighed loudly. Then, with one hand on my back and another in my
hair, he kissed me as I felt his come start to trickle down my
thigh.
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