I Thought I’d Be Nervous… Then His Strokes Changed Everything

“I won’t touch you,” he said, “don’t touch me either.” The room was cold, and our clothes were pretty sheer. The temperature worked wonders for my breasts; their tips were hard and poking through my shirt. I was on the bed, legs crossed, trying to warm myself.

I was begging him to sit with me and share body warmth so I wouldn’t freeze to death, but he hated me. I didn’t particularly care that he didn’t like me; half the town did, and the other half wanted me, naked, and beneath them, some of them weren’t bad specimens. He was one of them. But I was freezing, and his attitude wasn’t helping my mood.

When I lifted my head, I noticed he had been watching me. “I make you uncomfortable, good,” he chuckled a little after he said that, and then he strolled to the door and locked it. His chuckle had become an evil smirk now, and that bothered me a little; it made me hot too.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I stood to unlock the door. He held me though, one arm alone, blocked me by my waist, and pushed me back. I staggered till I hit the edge of the bed and sank back into it.

He started stalking me, and I found myself going further into the bed. I was getting hotter too. Especially down there… Damn my body for enjoying this dominance.

“You’ve been a bitch, and you’ve cost me a lot; getting this revenge would be a gift,” he said as he took off his jacket, and I began to fear the worse.

I was in the middle of the bed now, with just my nighties on, no underwear, and freezing. He hadn’t even yet touched the edge of the bed.

I counted that as a good thing; I didn’t want him closer, but that thought soon changed.

Just as soon as his jacket hit the floor, his shirt followed, and all the fruits of his tilling at the farm were before my eyes. The rest of his clothes slowly joined the ones on the floor, and now I really got hot.

I gulped, really gulped my saliva, fuck! I wanted his body. What was wrong with me??? I hated this guy!

He struck a pose, anchoring one leg on the bed and his hands at his waist, like one of those pioneer conqueror statues. My breathing had turned ragged now; I really needed his warmth. Just as I damned it all and approached, he fixed me a piercing look that froze me and then said, “Don’t touch me.” My body obeyed; I didn’t want it to, but it did. He had done something to me, something pleasantly horrible, and then he began stroking himself.

He spat a bit on his hand and continued. Slowly and gently, from the very base of his length to the tipity top, again and again, and again. He kept stroking himself, his eyes on me, and I lost myself to the sight of him. I didn’t realize when I’d slipped my hand lower than any good Christian girl should and started touching myself.

I was surprised by my own wetness; unlike the little drip from his now rock-hard cock, my pussy was flooded, so, so flooded, and felt like some small amounts of electricity were flowing through me and starting to pool.

He was stroking himself faster now, enjoying it; his eyes were still only on me though, and we had begun moaning; we sounded like an awful ritualistic duet, but the sounds only worked to turn me on more. He must have noticed this because this was when he stopped.

“Now, I touch you.” He said as he got a hold of my leg and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He pulled my hand out of my bottoms and spread my legs apart, and I had creamed through the silk material of my PJs.  Without taking them off, he opened his mouth and licked. I was powerless to stop him; I didn’t want to stop him.

That electricity that had been building suddenly reached and burst through me, and I came. From his tongue, licking me through my PJs. Fuck!!!!!.

I must have been unconscious for a couple of seconds because when I came to, my bottoms were on the floor with his pile, and enough buttons were open on my top for my breasts to have spilled out.

I had enough time to see the wetness on his lips before they descended on my breasts.

My breathing began rising again.

His lips had such suction, his tongue flicked and flocked around my areola, and my nipple was so hard and wanting. I nearly died, but his mouth kept touching every part of my breasts, save my hard buds. His fingers played his ass, grabbing them, pulling them, and slapping them.

It was so delicious; I’d never felt this tortured in bed before.

Suddenly, he bit down on the very top of my left nipple, and I screamed. It was so sweet and painful, tears fell.

He stopped his attention to my breasts for a moment, and I took the time to catch my breath. He flipped me over then and pushed my head to the bed.

There I was, my groin exposed before him, my boobs dangling, my nipples slightly grazing the sheets as they swung for the dangle.

He spread my legs then, and with two wet fingers, he struck my pussy… and then he did it again, and again, and again, and he didn’t stop!

Never had I been flogged like that before, and I cried for it. Not from my eyes; my pussy cried for it.

I gushed so much, I felt my fluids flow down to my knees, and he stopped his lacerations, leaving my pussy pulsating.

It was then I regained my voice; all I could say was “Please, take me.” I’m grateful I didn’t have to ask it again, I’m not sure I had the voice left for it.

He took me. His rock-hard member slid so lushly into me, and I held on so tightly, I felt every vein around it, the beautiful length, and so much more.

He pounded me. He kept pounding me. He didn’t stop pounding me, and I loved it… Fuck!!!!

And then he pulled me up, and I could see myself in our blurry reflection on the headboard. He moved one hand down between my legs, gathered just a bit of my juice, and tasted it. Then they returned the hand there to punish my clit. He played my flesh there like an electric guitar, and I moaned like one too.

“Liz,” (dick stroke), now that (another dick stroke) I have you (another slow and sweet dick stroke) in the palm of my hands, say my name. I came just as I opened my mouth to obey him, and his name only came out as “Maaaaiiiiiiiii….”