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Lately it seemed that the only stories that still worked for her
centered either around sex as punishment, sex with an uninitiated
teenage boy, or-the current favorite- fully clothed sex performed in
places where such deeds do not typically occur. Table tops and the
sides of automobile hoods were the most frequently imagined venues. The
scenes almost always involved the hurried hiking up of a dress,
accompanied by the simultaneous rolling down of panties and pantyhose
by some faceless male of unusual penile proportions.
The technique was developed when she was nine, after having had her
first erotic dream, which had featured her hunky fourth grade gym
teacher. She found that she just had to touch herself while reliving
the images that the dream had conjured. Lying on her stomach, she
reached under her hips with her stronger right hand, and through the
thin cotton fabric of her cotton pajamas, she gently separated the
prepubescent labia. With her right index finger, she began to stroke
the swollen button. The remaining fingers spread out around her sex,
gently massaging the tender skin. Instinctively, her left hand,
reached under to support the right with the thumb and forefinger, while
the smaller, weaker fingers applied extra friction to the clitoris.
Pressing her knees against the hard mattress provided the perfect amount
of extra leverage.
All this activity took place while she mentally relived the kisses and
touches that had been enacted in the dream. It was incredible. And
that night, so many many years ago, she experienced her first orgasm.
Though it would still be years before she understood what had happened,
that stunning experience had laid the groundwork for a lifelong
practice, repeated almost daily--and often several times in a single
day-- for over forty years.
The imagined scenes had matured over the decades, but the mode and
method had never changed. She still needed to be lying on her stomach
with a bit of cotton fabric to generate the required level of friction
between her fingers and her throbbing clitoris.
As always, they met just inside the side entrance, and shared a soft,
gentle kiss in the kitchen before making their way upstairs. She wore a
black, clinging dress this time, though her attire was normally more
casual. The dress would be necessary for what was to come. In the
last weeks, , she'd come to realize that they shared a mutual fantasy,
and well, it was sort of close to his birthday...
Her mouth lingered against his, and he allowed her to gently suck on his
lower lip. She felt her excitement mounting, perhaps because she had
planned this little scene for so long. His hands reached habitually for
her breasts and found the nipples already large and stiff. Pressing her
lower body against his, it was apparent that he was already similarly
aroused. With the palm of her opened hand, she rubbed his cock roughly,
and could not stifle a small moan of pleasure at its immenseness. She
knew from experience that its swollen head was already drenched with
precum, and the thought was causing her to flush noticeably. The
dampness between her thighs told her that there would not be a need for
additional lubrication.
She glanced briefly at his dark eyes, noticing that they had begun to
glaze over with lust. Their lips glued together, she felt his hands at
her hips, gently hiking up the fabric of her dress. He'd done this
before, but she had always discouraged his attempts. This time she
allowed him to go on, trembling with newfound excitement. Her breath
was coming in short gasps now, as she reached for his belt buckle, and
fumbled it open. While he undid the hook, she tugged at the zipper
until at last, his huge, hot cock was grasped in his hand. He did not
resist the urge to stroke it a bit, as she watched, trembling. One day
she would help him to climax that way, and then enjoy sucking down the
thick, warm cum when it finally spurted out. But that would be another
day.
She dropped to her knees to lick up the first drops of lubrication from
his cockhead, and then could not resist sucking it into her mouth
hungrily. His fingers combed through her hair momentarily, but then
pulled roughly at her hair to coax herupto her feet. Inhaling deeply,
he could smell the pungent vapors of her arousal, and his balls began to
ache with desire.
They kissed deeply again, her tongue forcing itself between his lips as
he softly danced her to the edge of the table, which, by some glorious
twist of fate, was nearly free of clutter. As she leaned against the
table, he nudged her ass up. Holding onto the edge of the table with
her two hands, she pressed her shins against his hips, pushing herself
up long enough for him to deftly roll her pantyhose down her hips. She
shook one shoe off as he took care of the other one. The panties landed
somewhere on the kitchen floor.
"Hurry," she gasped, eyes fixed on his thick, heavy cock. His face,
always wonderful, was now almost twisted with lust, as he slowly pressed
his engorged penis into her hot, pulsating slit. She pressed her legs
tightly against his thighs to allow him to use the full thrust of his
hips to pound his cock into her dripping cunt.
He took a small step backward, allowing them both to watch as he slid
more slowly in and out of her. She knew how to squeeze the vaginal
muscles to almost mimic the sensation of sucking, and she now applied
that skill to bring him quickly to the brink. He groaned and slammed
into her with a sudden streak of violence. Her legs wrapped around his
waist instinctively, to save her falling. Arms now around his neck,
she kissed his mouth hungrily and felt him lift her off the table,
slamming her roughly against the wall. He pounded her again and again
and then stopped just as suddenly as he'd begun.
Falling to the floor, on their knees, and holding her face in his two
hands, he began placing tiny kisses on her eyelids, on her temples, her
cheeks, her lips. Gently, he lowered her down until she was lying on
the floor, under him. Taking his penis in his hand, he tenderly placed
it between her thighs; They'd fucked hundreds of times, but the first
entry thrust of cock into cunt always provided the same rush of intense
sensation. She could not contain the groan that escaped from her mouth,
which he silenced with his lips and tongue.
Curling her legs around his, she relaxed as he moved slowly in and out
of her, thrusting her hips to and fro, allowing the pleasure to mount
again to a second crescendo. Reaching down, he nudged her left leg,
sending a clear message to her that she understood instinctively. She
wrapped both legs around his waist, and felt his cock immediately push
deeper into her, as his hands grasped her ass roughly. Waves of
pleasure deepened suddenly into tidal proportion- and not even he could
hold back the primal groan of climax that came simultaneously for them
for the first time ever-there, almost fully clothed, on the kitchen
floor.
09/00
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