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Un Amour Special
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*****THE DISCLAIMER STUFF (which we all hate, right?): This story is not
intended for the under-eighteens of the universe; if you are not at least
eighteen years old, find another newsgroup!!! For those who are eighteen or
older, if you don't like pain in your stories, find another story!!! If these
items have not turned you off, then you should really enjoy the ending.
UN AMOUR SPECIAL
Avonlea
Slowly, cautious and curious, I entered the room. This was our
playground, but she had full reign over the decoration of this small
space. This time, it looked like a college dorm. There was a bed
along the left wall, on the other side of the closet. On the right wall
were a desk, a dresser, and a lot of shelves. The walls were covered
with pictures and posters, the wooden floor scantily-clad with rugs.
A computer and a stack of papers sat on the desk, giving it the
"used" look. Books leaned lazily upon the shelves. A CD-cassette
player stood upon the dresser, posing with framed pictures of the
Eiffel Tower and the White House. Black curtains fell before the
cracked window, generously dimming the gracious sunlight. The
radiator clacked softly in its own rhythm. I entered, closing the door
behind me, stepping to the center of the room. Hearing a soft buzz, I
turned around.
Between me and the door, a section of the floor slid back,
revealing a dark shaft. Slowly, the straight, black hair appeared,
followed by the tanned face I so recognized, the blue eyes holding
mine, the black-painted lips calling to mine. Following all this was a
tight, black turtleneck and tight-fitting black leggings. It ended with
short, black leather boots and black socks.
Very sexy. Subtly erotic. Desire started to swell within.
She stepped towards me, stopping just out of my reach. Her
eyes narrowed as she smiled, her finger beckoning for me to come
to her. I smiled, stepping towards her, only to find her still one step
out of my reach. I chases her in this playful manner, until her back
was against the closed door. I quickly put out my arms against the
door, trapping her between myself and the wall.
"That was too easy," she declared, her sexy, seductive,
foreign accent coming through clearly and purposely. "Not fair."
"Maybe," I replied, "but in the end, the reward is still the
same..."
Our heads tilted, our arms and lips found each other
instinctively as our eyes closed. Pure electricity flooded my entire
being, yet I longed for more. Our tongues battled for pleasure as our
bodies both felt the desperate need to occupy the same space. Our
hearts melted as our passion continued to grow exponentially.
Nimble fingers slid between us and unbuttoned my shirt as
we kissed more and more deeply. Her hands left me long enough to
pull the shirt from me, then returned to my exposed torso, her touch
generating charges of purest excitement. I responded in kind, my
hands on her shoulders, slithering down past her breasts (with only
the slightest of pauses) to grab the bottom of her turtleneck. We
broke again, just long enough to render her topless, then continued
to kiss, moving toward the awaiting bed.
I lay her out on her back, her right leg hanging over the edge
of the bed, her foot nearly upon the floor. I slowly dropped to the
floor, removing her boot and sock. I caressed her foot, massaging it
gently, caringly, lovingly. I took a toe into my mouth, teasing the
tasty paint with my tongue as she whimpered sheepishly. I had soon
done the same with her other foot, with much the same results.
That done, I moved up to her mouth, kissing her yet again.
Her small hands clutched at my back, as if afraid I would be forever
gone if they lost their grasp on me. I tightened my clutch on her
sides, concentrating on the electric pleasures we were mutually
exchanging.
She pushed me over onto my back, an evil grin on her lips, a
determined shimmer in her eyes. She slowly removed my shoes and
socks, kissed each toe, then unbuckled my belt and slid off my jeans
and underwear to place them on the floor.
My hardness was very plain to see, standing like a soldier at
attention, saluting a superior. She moved into position over my
crotch, fingering my cock, teasing me, before she finally brought
her mouth down to it. With a slight moan of pleasure, she carefully
placed her teeth and fingers, then began the fun.
She set the tempo, bobbing up and down upon me, her teeth
intensifying the duplicate actions of her lips, her fingers doing their
own thing farther down. I took a hold of her head, running my
fingers through her soft hair, my lips parted and eyes closed in
rapture. I wrapped my legs around her torso, then instinctively
began to match tempo with this electrifying goddess. Her hands
moved to my waist, as if helping me along.
Feeling close, I grabbed her head, held it still, and fucked
her tiny mouth as fast as I knew how, the friction of her lips and
teeth increasing. I exploded within her oral cavity, yelping in the
process. I could feel her teeth clamp down a little tighter on me as
she swallowed quickly. She took in every last drop I could give her;
even long after I had collapsed upon the bed, she still licked and
sucked, bringing me back to life.
As I lay there upon the bed, this goddess of beauty slowly
stood and seductively slipped out of leggings and panties. The
panties were dropped to the floor; the leggings were slipped under
my neck so that she could hold them from both sides of my head,
then she pulled me up to her with them. In this position, we kissed
again, two dueling tongues enjoying the mock-battle.
My hands slipped down to her rear, caressing her cheeks.
She brought the leggings down to my own ass, sliding it back and
forth across my cheeks. Slowly, I rolled her to heth
my lips between her breasts. She grasped my head and moved it to
her right breast. Complying with her silent command, I teased the
nipple with my tongue, then took as much of her breast as I could
into my mouth. I sucked gently, my tongue playing on her soft skin,
as my hand moved to knead her other breast. I rubbed my hardness
against her leg, caressing her face with my free hand. Her other leg
came up and over my rear, keeping me from possibly escaping - as
if I could even want to!!!
Gently, I bit down on her breast; her next breath came out
quickly and semi-loud. I bit again, with the same effect. Using the
whole of my tongue, I licked her entire breast, my right hand still
manipulating her other breast.
She let me go. I took the cue to continue my wanderings
down her body, my tongue following her ribs for a bit, then
crossing back to her navel, then descending further.
She was already a bit wet. I tentatively slid the tip of my
tongue up and down her sex, pausing slightly to determine her
reaction. Upon her contented moan, I continued to lick her, slowly,
my hands caressing her thighs as she held my head in place. I
inhaled deeply, enjoying her scent, her wetness on my face.
I carefully inserted a finger. Slowly wiggling it around
inside her started her hips to moving. She moaned again as I
inserted another finger, rubbing her inner walls with my fingers
spread as far as possible inside her. She trapped my torso with her
legs, and whispered something incomprehensible to me.
Withdrawing my fingers, I licked her lips yet again, my
hands moving to her breasts. I gently twisted and pulled her soft
mounds, licking away, as she thrust her crotch at my face. A million
sounds came from her mouth as my lips fastened on her clit. I
brought my hands down to her hips, letting them ride her bucking
body as she twisted and shrieked in orgasm. In response, I let go of
her clit and resorted to taking in as much of her fluids as I could,
lapping it all up as quickly as I knew how.
There was an incredible bond of infinite closeness between
us now. I slowly crept up to lay next to her on the bed, instantly
finding myself in her hold. I wrapped my arms around this goddess,
feeling the electricity flowing between us. We moved in for a kiss,
our lips sealing the silent pact we had made so long ago. Despite the
distance that usually divided us, we were one.
I felt her tongue knocking upon my lips; I opened my mouth
and let her in. She explored for a few moments, then began to tease
my tongue. I mirrored her moves in her own mouth once she gave
me the chance, all the while still rubbing my hardness along her
thigh.
There was a sudden sense of urgency, although neither of us
were yet ready for the ultimate act. Like vampires in a frenzy for
blood, we were instantly and simultaneously in a frenzy for physical
gratification. One hand slipped under her back as the other slipped to
her breast. I felt one of her hands on the back of my head, her other
hand on my lower back, a leg draped over my ass to hold me in
place. With urgency, we rapidly kissed each other, squirming
together, rolling all over the bed. Our combined frenzy lasted for
several minutes before we paused to catch our breath, then
continued again at an even faster pace.
In the middle of this second wind, she began thrusting her
crotch up at me, even though at that moment I was not in a position
to give her what she wanted. As much as I wanted it myself, I was
determined to wait, to make her beg.
It did not take long for her to beg me. As I furiously kissed
her neck, she moaned her desire between gasps for breath, her
crotch still thrusting itself up at me. I continued the mental torture;
she responded by reaching down to put me into her, but I kept
smacking her hands away.
Finally, my foreign girl's thrusts were too much for me to
ignore. I moved a knee between her legs, then moved the other knee
in with the first, giving her the hint to spread her legs for me as far
as she could. We each grabbed my cock and maneuvered it to her
awaiting womanhood. We were both so hot and horny that I did not
even bother letting her adjust to me before the electricity truly began.
I thrust myself deep into the foreign goddess as she matched
my long stroke perfectly. With a loud moan from each of us, we
groped each other as our thrusts collided in perfect rhythm.
I descended upon her, kissing her as I nearly completely
withdrew from her. Quickly, I plunged back into her inner depths,
her thrust matching mine, our torsos temporarily separated. I looked
down upon her and saw her hands go to her breasts, offering them
to me. As I came down, I directed my mouth to a nipple, hearing her
moan yet again as I bit her harshly.
It did not take long for us to begin our pre-orgasmic
thrashing. Every muscle and nerve in my body seemed to be full of
electricity. We both seemed to somehow find the means to thrust
harder and faster against each other. My mouth was once again full
of her breast...
I bit down hard, incapable of letting go, as the moment came
with an electrifying explosion. She screamed in pleasure and
pleasant pain, spasming under and around me. Somehow we kept
thrusting at each other all through our shared excitement, soon
launching her into yet another wave of screaming and highest body
pleasure. My energies completely spent, I collapsed upon her, my
teeth still buried in her breast; a few moments later, her thrusts
finally slowed, then stopped.
As soon as I was able, I withdrew my teeth and kissed her
cheek. Then, looking at her, I saw a smile and many tears. I was
aware of her insides twitching around me, then of myself twitching
within her. I grabbed her tightly for a strong, affectionate hug as my
chest heaved, trying to regain its ability to breathe normally. I kissed
her neck, and felt the need in her tight grasp on my body as she held
me close to her.
"Pain..." she whispered almost incoherently. "Blood..." She
moaned softly, but it was no longer a moan of ecstasy.
Slowly lifting myself slightly, I looked deep into her eyes.
"Where are you bleeding?" I asked, concerned and scared.
"Breast..." Her face showed the pain very well, so well that
I almost could not bear to look at her expression. I lifted myself
further and looked at her chest...
There was indeed blood there - nearly all of the teethmarks
had broken the skin and were the main collection points for the blob
of red. Still remaining within her, I lifted myself a little higher and
looked at my own chest to find her blood there.
"I am so sorry," I whispered into her ear as I lay upon her
again, hugging her to me. "I am so sorry..." Now I was ready to
cry for having hurt someone I cared so deeply for.
Nothing was said for a long time. We both lay there, holding
each other tightly, not wanting to let go. The only sound was her
occasional sobs from the pain in her breast. I needed to find a way
to comfort her, but I could not. Finally, I kissed her, deeply,
passionately, needingly; she returned the kiss in the same manner,
and I knew I was forgiven.
The too-familiar alarm buzzed. We kissed our last, then
separated, our hands going to our heads.
Before me, the terminal waited patiently. I set the helmet on
its pedestal, then typed at the keyboard:
Sorry, [email protected]. I must run off to my
"computing futures" class. C(P)U in VR tonight at 18:00 Paris
time :-)
- [email protected].
P.S.: Sorry about your breast.
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