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Title: Lucky Tickets
Author: JiMC
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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they
are not really characters in this story.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely
seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the
characters in this story are under aged, however the
target audience is adults (people over the age of
eighteen) with broad minds.
Chapter 20
After a wonderful Italian dinner, we got in the car and
drove to the city. Kristen had made special arrangements for
the two of us for the night before my birthday. My only
desire was that I wanted something romantic; aside from that,
I would allow her to surprise me.
We continued making small talk and discussing our
families with one another as Kristen drover her Camaro
towards the city. The time seemed to just fly; I loved just
being with my lovely blonde Goddess.
After we got into the city, Kristen drove to a beautiful
high-rise luxury hotel. There wasn't any parking (although
there were parking garages nearby), but that didn't seem to
faze her at all. Kristen simply pulled up to the lobby
entrance of the hotel, and when a uniformed doorman walked
toward us (Kristen told me he was the concierge), she simply
handed him a bill and told him she'd pick the car up tomorrow
morning at seven.
"Certainly, Miss Swift," the concierge said, obviously
knowing Kristen on sight.
Kristen turned toward me and smiled. "My daddy holds a
few conferences here, and he allows me to hang out sometimes."
I don't exactly know why she was telling me these things.
We both knew that Kristen's family ran in different circles
than mine did, and it hadn't yet become any point of
contention between us. I think it was that Kristen wanted to
make it a point for the both of us to get more comfortable in
each other's worlds. As it was, when the two of us were in
my world (like in the music room at school), Kristen would
let me take the lead. Similarly, when we were in Kristen's
world, she would be the one to take charge. It's an
arrangement that seemed to suit the two of us pretty well.
I smiled at Kristen and said, "Do your thing, Goddess."
"You're sweet!" Kristen smiled, dimpling her cheeks and
crinkling her nose. We got out of the car. She left the
keys in the car and I went to get the bags out of the trunk.
The concierge took the bags for me, and a young bellhop took
the Camaro and carefully drove it away.
Inside the hotel, the front desk already had Kristen's
paperwork ready, along with a couple of keys. Kristen handed
her American Express card to the desk clerk, and signed her
name on a receipt. The entire process took about thirty
seconds. A bellhop took the keys, and escorted the two of us
into the elevator.
I was very impressed with the service we were getting.
My only experience with motels (Holiday Inns, Days Inns, etc.
with my parents) had been a totally different experience.
Kristen did not make any attempt to hide her identity.
She was obviously known to many people there. And anybody
knowing her or her father father would probably know that she
was only seventeen years old. Anybody looking at me could
probably tell that I was a minor as well. But no such notice
was made, at least not in our presence. The two of us were
treated as royalty would. It felt nice.
Another bellhop had taken our luggage from the concierge,
and escorted us to our room, opening the door with one of our
keys. The door opened into a foyer about the size of the one
at my house, which led into a very opulent living room,
complete with television.
There was also a kitchenette that included what Kristen
called a "mini bar" (a small refrigerator containing all
kinds of liquors and mixers, some candy, nuts, and other
stuff). Kristen told me that the housekeeper would figure
out whatever we took from the mini bar and add the cost to
our bill.
There were two bedrooms attached to the living room. The
master bedroom was the only one I remember nowadays, since we
didn't spend any time in the other one. That master bedroom
was large and had a king size bed in it. Through the bedroom
was a bathroom that had a sunken bathtub with nozzles on it
that I recognized as being jets for a hot tub. There was a
separate shower, and other bathroom fixtures.
Kristen handed the bellhop some money, and he gave us the
keys, thanked us, and he left us to ourselves.
Back in the living room, I noticed that the cocktail
table had a bucket full of ice with a bottle of French
Champagne on it with a note that read "Compliments of the
Staff."
"So, what do you think, Jim?" Kristen asked.
I moved over to my little blonde Goddess and swept her
into a kiss. "It's as romantic as you had promised."
Kristen giggled as we kissed. "You ain't seen nothin'
yet."
I wondered what other surprises that Kristen would have
in store tonight.
* * *
Kristen showed me how to open a bottle of Champagne. She
held the bottle near the bottom, instructing me "never hold
the bottle by the neck!" She removed the foil and a wire
contraption from on top of the cork, and then used a towel
from a drawer to drape over the cork, and slowly worked it
up. I grinned; it almost looked like she was giving the
bottle a hand job! The cork finally let go, not with a loud
"POP" as I had expected, but with a small "poof" instead.
Kristen handed me the bottle and showed me the fluted
Champagne glasses, asking me to pour for the two of us.
I did so, holding the bottle near the bottom as Kristen
had shown me. As I was pouring, Kristen went into the
bedroom, closing the door behind her, a clear sign that she
wanted to be alone for whatever else she had planned. I
heard the water start in the bathtub, and also some movement
as Kristen did who-knows-what in the bedroom.
The bedroom door opened, and Kristen emerged, wearing a
luxurious terry robe that had the name of the hotel
emblazoned on it. She smiled one of her killer smiles at me,
and told me to undress and get into the other robe that was
in the closet in the bedroom.
I obeyed the Goddess, and went into the room. In the
closet, I found Kristen's outfit that she had worn earlier
that day hanging up. Next to it in the closet was a terry
robe, identical to Kristen's in every way except there was no
way my body would fill it out as nicely as Kristen's could.
I quickly undressed, and hung up my slacks and shirt,
trying to make my clothes look as neat as Kristen's outfit.
I wasn't quite successful, but I did try.
Kristen called after me. "What's taking you so long,
stud?"
"Just trying to keep things neat," I said.
"Can you check the water level? It needs to get just
above the jet nozzles."
"Yes, Goddess!"
"Sweet!" Kristen called back.
The water level was at the middle of the highest nozzle.
I waited another minute or so, until the water level was
exactly where Kristen had told me to turn off the water. I
did so.
The proximity of the water had its typical effect on me,
so I used the toilet (there was no "Sanitized for your
protection" strip, I noticed).
I finally came out of the bathroom, passed through the
bedroom around the large bed, and exited into the living
room. Kristen had managed to find a plate of strawberries,
as well as another plate with some wedge of a dark yellow
Swiss cheese with a cheese knife.
"Ready for a snack?" Kristen asked, picking up the tray.
"Uh, huh!" I said, moving toward her and kissing her.
"Yummy!"
"Not me, stud! We have strawberries and cheese! A place
like this has the best," Kristen said. "And look at the size
and color of these strawberries!"
Those strawberries were indeed huge and deep red.
I picked one of the berries from Kristen's tray. Before
I could pop it into my mouth, Kristen said, "First, a toast!"
"All right," I said, picking up the two flutes. I waited
until Kristen put down the plates, and handed her a glass.
Kristen said, "Here's to a happy birthday, Jim. To the
end of one era, and the beginning of a new one!"
I asked, "End of an era?"
Kristen smiled. "End of a virgin era for you, and the
beginning of a new era for the two of us!"
I smiled, and decided to make a toast myself. "And
here's to a lovely evening for me and the prettiest girl in
the world!"
Kristen's cheek's dimpled as she took the compliment.
The two of us clinked glasses, and I was about to sip my
glass when Kristen stopped me.
"Bite the strawberry first," Kristen suggested.
I did so, and watched Kristen nibble hers as well.
The two of us then sipped our Champagne.
I had never tasted Champagne, although I had drank beer
and wine before. I had expected Champagne to taste sort of
like a cross between a white wine and a beer (due to the
color and the bubbles). The taste, however, was much
different than I had expected, and it was very delicious.
The tartness of the strawberry seemed to merge nicely with
the luscious taste of the Champagne.
I tried to just sip my Champagne, but didn't do very
well. Somehow, the glass managed to empty itself
surprisingly quickly. I went to get the bottle to "top off"
the empty glass, but Kristen put her hand gently on mine,
saying, "That's the quickest way to a headache, honey,"
smiling as she said that.
I smiled back at the love of my life. The moment needed
the perfect turn of a phrase to show the Goddess how suave
and debonair that I was. "OK, honey. Wanna fuck?" (I can
be so romantic!)
"Oh, Rhett?" Kristen said in a breathless, southern
voice, waving an imaginary fan to her face. "I do
declay-are... Yo language!"
So much for the direct approach. I lacked Kristen's
obvious ability with dialects, and there was no way I could
muster a decent Clark Gable impression. Besides, I DID give
a damn! "So... how about some heavy petting?"
"Oh, sugah!" Kristen said, still using her Scarlett
O'Hara accent. "Yo make me simply wet my pantays!"
The two of us put our Champagne flutes down, and we met
in an embrace. I'm not exactly sure which of us led the
other into the bedroom, but we quickly ended up on that
enormous bed, rubbing our robed bodies together, our mouths
hungrily kissing each other. Now, we were getting somewhere!
Kristen's perfume turned our kiss into one of her
erection specials. She squealed when she felt my reaction,
and quickly lowered herself so that she was curled at my
feet, wrapping my erection with her lips. I groaned with the
rapture of her lazy suction, and also with the frustration at
not being able to reach her body to reciprocate.
In fact, I tried to move myself on the huge bed in order
to get better access to my lovely's body, but I felt a slight
nibble as Kristen bared her teeth to telegraph her
displeasure at my attempt to move. Apparently, the Goddess
was going to be in complete control of this particular
session. I wasn't complaining, but I really loved touching,
kissing, and licking her as much as she loved sucking me.
Not having anything important to do, I simply closed my
eyes, enjoying the sensations that Kristen was generating
with her talented tongue and lips. It was amazing at the
amount of nerve endings that Kristen could stimulate with
such an apparently effortless technique. I knew that her
technique was anything but effortless, but she made what she
did look so simple; she was really quite happy just suckling
me for hours on end.
I think we were in the bedroom for an hour and a half.
Kristen had brought me close to the point of release, but not
over it, shifting from heavy suction back to hardly any
suction at all as she felt my reactions. It was maddening,
but I had done much the same thing to Kristen on previous
occasions, and she was only giving me a taste of my own
medicine.
I was in seventh heaven, until we were interrupted with a
knock. "ROOM SERVICE!"
I looked down at Kristen. "Did you order room service?"
Kristen dropped my cock from her mouth. "Yup. I'll be
right back, Sweetie!"
I watched in stunned silence as Kristen jumped up, tied
her robe tighter, and exited the bedroom, closing the door
behind me.
I looked at my erection poking up from my robe. I knew
that a quick stroke or two on my own part would be able to
force my release, but that would be cheating Kristen out of
the fluid she still had cravings for.
I smiled as I thought of Kristen, moving about in only
her robe, interacting with the room service person. I
wondered about his reaction to seeing Kristen's beautiful
countenance looking so sexy. If anything, my erection grew
even more, if that was possible.
It took a couple of minutes for the service to be
prepared. I heard Kristen thank whomever it was that had
delivered the food, and I heard her be thanked back. A few
seconds later, there was the sound of a door closing,
followed by some more rustling as Kristen made some last
minute preparations.
Finally, I heard my Goddess call out, "Dinner is served,
Sweetie! Come and get it!"
What did she mean by that second part? If there was
anything I would like to "come and get," it was the lovely
Goddess herself. However, she had promised me a romantic
night, and I was willing to let her do things at her own pace.
There was a feast awaiting me when I came out of the
bedroom. The living room now had a dining room table set up,
probably while the waiter was here. The room was dimly lit,
and there were two white candles on the table. There was a
bouquet of roses and other flowers in the middle as a
centerpiece, and two place settings at right angles to one
another so that we could be sitting as close as possible
while dining. The place settings included two covered
dishes, and two rather large empty bowls.
I only glanced quickly at the dining room table, though.
Standing next to it was the real feast: my beloved Kristen.
She opened up her robe and was now revealing a pink lingerie
outfit that had me panting in response. The main part of the
outfit was what I would later learn was called a "teddy" and
was made of light pink lace. It had straps coming down from
her shoulders to the sides of her bra cups, which were a bit
smaller than those of the normal bras that Kristen normally
wore.
The material over her breasts seemed twice as thick as
the rest of the outfit, concealing Kristen's dark aureolae.
Kristen's breasts seemed to jut out more when she wore this
particular piece of lingerie.
Below the bra part, the material was quite sheer,
allowing me to see Kristen's lovely skin underneath. The
material had a repeating rose pattern etched into the lace
and the material was so sheer that her belly button was quite
visible. Underneath, she wore a matching pair of panties,
sheer enough that I could even see her faint, light pubes
through them quite easily.
In addition to the teddy and panties, Kristen was wearing
two stockings of matching color and material to the panties
and teddy that ran up to her mid-thighs. I know for a fact
that Kristen had not been wearing those stockings when we had
been playing around on the bed... had she put them on in the
living room?
I also noticed that Kristen was now wearing gold earrings
that she hadn't been wearing earlier as well, consisting of
dangling strings of pink and white stones, as well as a
necklace that matched the earrings. Again, I don't believe
she had these on when we were in the bedroom.
Kristen knew where my attention was, and gave me a "come
hither" smile and said, "You like?" as she held her right
hand up in the air in a model's pose. My beautiful blonde
Goddess could make a statue melt in a swoon.
I whistled in appreciation, moving closer to her as she
continued to beckon toward me. As I went to hug her, Kristen
pushed the lapels of my robe over my shoulders, causing the
loosely tied garment to puddle on the floor.
Kristen's saw my rock-hard cock and smiled at me in
return. The two of us hugged tightly, and I felt the
smoothness of Kristen's lace outfit against my skin.
Kristen broke off the hug, gesturing toward the dining
room table. "Time to eat, lover!"
I gave Kristen my best leer, and bent down as if I was
going to ravish her right here and now. Kristen giggled in
response, "Not me, sweetie! At least, not yet. The table!
And put your robe back on."
I bent down and put on the robe. Kristen tied hers
around her lovely body, hiding the sexy outfit she was
wearing. I could still see her pink stockings below the hem
of the robe, which served as a reminder of the sexy delights
that the robe was now hiding.
Kristen lifted the covers from the dishes on the table,
and there were two huge Maine lobsters on those plates. I
had eaten lobster on a couple of occasions, but these were a
bit larger than any I had ever had, probably just shy of two
pounds each. I now realized that the bowls on the table were
for the shells of the lobsters.
"Let's eat," Kristen repeated, seeing me standing there
with my mouth open. She started to move toward a chair. I
suddenly came out of my surprised reverie, and moved quickly
to pull the chair out for Kristen, who gave me one of her
sweetest smiles, and a sexy bat of her eyelashes, as a thank
you.
Near Kristen's plate was a lobster bib, and I grinned as
I picked it up and tied it around her lovely neck. "I don't
want that pink thing to get ruined," I said, jokingly. I
kissed Kristen on the back of her neck, and she gave me an
appreciative "Hmmm" in response.
I took my seat, and clumsily put on my own lobster bib.
During our lobster meal, we talked a bit. I told her how
delicious the lobster was as I dipped the large claw meat
into a bowl full of melted butter, and Kristen described one
of her vacations when she, her brother, and her parents took
a two-week trip to Martha's Vineyard and had lobster just
about every day.
I wasn't that hungry, but I managed to make short work of
the two claws and the lobster tail.
Kristen enjoyed the bright green stuff from the center of
the lobster, calling it the "tomalley" and telling me how
delicious it was. I tried a bit from mine, and figured that
it must be an acquired taste. I smiled at her after eating
it, though, not wanting her to think that I didn't enjoy it
as well.
All through the meal, Kristen was promising me a great
dessert and that I better save some room for it. The lobster
that I ate was quite filling, and I just picked at the baked
potato that accompanied it, so I wouldn't get too full.
When it was apparent that the two of us were finished
with our lobsters, we sat and talked. I was waiting to see
what Kristen planned for dessert.
After about ten minutes of waiting, I just couldn't stand
it anymore. "So," I said, a little frustrated. "What is it
that I'm having for dessert?"
Kristen got up from her chair, and pulled off her lobster
bib in a single motion. "I thought you'd never ask!" Her
cheeks dimpled as she smiled at me. "You're having me for
dessert. Now, take my fucking robe off, and let's head to
the bedroom!"
I didn't need to be told twice.
In the bedroom, I found out that the bed wasn't our
destination. Instead, Kristen led me into the bathroom, and
into the bathtub. "Time to get clean... so we can get really
dirty later!"
Kristen carefully rolled down her stockings, and then
slowly pulled off her teddy, making me wish that she had
asked me to undress her--I would have gladly done so, even to
the point of ripping them off with my teeth. She then sat on
top of the toilet lid, completely nude, with her legs opened
wide. I was treated to a magnificent view of her delightful
crotch, and watched as she started lightly rubbing herself.
I was hornier than the brass section in my high school
band. I started to approach Kristen, but she said, "Nah,
uh!" and waggled her left index finger at me, indicating
that I was only to watch.
Kristen continued to touch herself tenderly and lightly,
and I could see her slit start to get moist in response. I
had watched females masturbate for me on other occasions, but
Kristen had a look of wanton sexuality and bliss on her face
that made me realize that I was watching something a bit
different this time.
My erection was so hard that I was almost in pain.
Unbidden, my hand started to touch myself, just rubbing my
right ring finger on the underside of my penis, sending waves
of pleasure through my brain. Kristen smiled at me and
nodded, her eyes closed into slits. I knew she was watching
me.
I watched Kristen continue to pleasure herself, and
encouraged by Kristen, I started to rub myself a bit harder,
trying to maintain the same tempo on my shaft that Kristen
was doing on her slit. We continued for about a minute.
"Jim, dear..." Kristen said, her voice sounding distant.
I smiled. Was Kristen asking me to come closer and bring
her off? "Yes, Goddess?"
"I just wanted you to know..." Kristen said, lazily.
"That if you make yourself come like this, it will be the
only time you'll come tonight. And that's a fucking promise!"
It took a few seconds for Kristen's words to sink in. I
froze, realizing that I had been pretty close to orgasm, and
I let out an involuntary groan. Kristen smiled, her eyes now
glassy with a look of satisfaction in them, and I knew that
the Goddess had won yet another round in her attempt to keep
me quite aroused.
It was a bit of a struggle. I had almost reached the
point of no return. But I managed to calm myself down,
squeezing my shaft hard so that nothing would accidentally
seep out. "I thought we were going to get cleaned up," I
finally managed to say in a mostly normal voice.
"I'm waiting for you to go in first," Kristen said,
continuing to play with herself in that maddeningly slow
tempo of hers.
My eyes were still glued to Kristen and her shameless
display, but I realized that just watching her wasn't going
to ease my suffering one bit.
I finally stepped into the bathtub, the water feeling
surprisingly warm, and stretched out, the back of my head
just touching the surface of the water, and my legs stretched
out, not quite touching the other side of the large tub.
I heard Kristen sigh, and she reluctantly got up from the
toilet, and headed into the bathtub as well, taking the
opposite side of the tub.
Kristen was sitting mostly on my ankles, and her toes
were about two inches from my ribs. I watched Kristen
leisurely lick her index finger, the one that had been in her
most private place just moments before. She took a while,
licking up and down the finger, and even the little valley
between the index finger and her middle finger, and then
started up the middle finger.
My dick was getting impatient, watching Kristen's
talented mouth tease me yet again.
I didn't think that I could get the same rise out of
Kristen by sucking my own fingers, so I did the next best
thing: I reached down and pulled Kristen's calves toward me,
the movement surprising her a bit, but she mnved her feet
closer to me. I then pulled the calf that was on my right
upward until her big toe was in front of my face.
I started licking Kristen's big toe. I licked it like a
kid would lick a Popsicle, using more or less the same sort
of strokes that Kristen had been using on her fingers.
Looking at Kristen, I saw her eyes wide in surprise as I
licked her. She had stopped tantalizing me with her
now-forgotten licking, as she seemed to be enjoying my
attentions. Encouraged, I continued, moving from the big toe
slowly down to her little toe, and then starting back, this
time actually sucking her dainty little toes.
Before I reached the big toe again, I heard Kristen moan
in pleasure. I was amused... she was getting off while I
sucked her toes?
I could feel Kristen rub her crotch up and down on my
ankles. I was amazed... she was actually grinding herself.
"Kristen dear..." I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "I
just wanted you to know that if you make yourself come, this
will be the only time you come tonight!"
Kristen looked at me sharply, and then the two of us
ended up giggling uncontrollably. I took the opportunity to
replace the foot on my right with Kristen's other foot, and
started my licking on the new target.
"That feels... sexy," Kristen breathed.
I didn't answer, but continued to lavish attention on her
toes. I decided that if Kristen liked this as much as she
seemed to, this would become a fun part of our repertoire
together.
Having satisfied both feet, I decided that Kristen was
now ready for some real action. I sat up, moving myself
closer to the middle of the tub. At the same time, I had
manipulated both of Kristen's legs so that they were both
bent at the knees behind my back. My head was now between
her legs, the petals of her flower within easy reach.
I moved closer to her crotch, and moved my hands under
her delightful ass to give her additional support. I started
lapping at her delicious slit, moving my tongue up and down,
trying to maintain the same tempo that Kristen had been using
on herself just before on the toilet.
After a couple of minutes of teasing, I started to focus
my attention to her clitoris, which had protruded from the
folds of skin where it had first been hiding.
Kristen was getting close. Her breathing was getting
shallow and she started moaning. Her crotch was pressing
into my face. These were all signs that I was familiar with.
Remembering a surprise that Kristen had given me a while
back, I decided to see its effect on Kristen. My hands were
still underneath her butt, but Kristen was supporting her
body mostly from her legs that she had wrapped around my
shoulders. Since my hand was already underwater, I started
to rub Kristen's butt with both hands, helping her drive her
crotch into my face. I increased pressure of my tongue
against her clit. I knew she was getting extremely close.
My right index finger rubbed along the slit in Kristen's
ass, fueling her burgeoning fire. However, now that I had
figured out my trajectory, I suddenly forced my index finger
into the pucker of Kristen's anus, eliciting a "Whoop!" from
a surprised Kristen, and the involuntary mashing of her
crotch hard against my face. I moved my head back a bit to
prevent Kristen from getting hurt, but I also continued to
push my index finger inward.
Kristen was now over the edge. "Aaaahhh!" she called
out, and I felt a bit of a warm stream squirt quickly onto
the middle of my tongue. Kristen thrashed up and down, left
and right, but I managed to keep my face against her crotch,
my tongue continuing to torture her overtaxed clit.
After about a minute, Kristen's orgasm showed no signs of
abating. I was now moving my index finger up and down within
her butt, and had started moving my tongue from her clit into
her cunt hole, pushing my tongue as far in as I could manage.
I felt Kristen's legs start to squeeze around my face,
and I realized that Kristen might be at that point that Patty
had warned me about--how a girl could be quite sensitive
immediately after an orgasm.
Reluctantly, I abated my activities, allowing Kristen to
come down from her meteoric high.
It took about three minutes for Kristen to calm down.
She was breathing heavily, her lovely breasts moving up and
down. I watched their hypnotic rhythm, and by now had
stopped my teasing of her sensitive genitalia.
Finally, Kristen caught her breath, and said, "Are you
still hard?"
"Um, yeah... A show like that makes it kind of difficult
to... um... get soft..."
Kristen started to reposition herself, moving her legs
down from my shoulders and down behind my back. I was still
in a seated position, and Kristen slid herself so that her
crotch was now between my thighs, and our bodies very close
together.
"Kiss me, lover!" Kristen begged.
Eager to please, I kissed the Goddess, and felt her hand
encircle my organ. She started jacking me up and down, and I
started to once again enjoy her tender ministrations.
Kristen pulled me toward her with her one free hand, and
I pulled her toward me as well, deepening our kiss. Then she
wiggled her body a few times, and she jerked my cock toward
her, and I suddenly felt a sheaf of warmth descend upon my
dick.
My mouth opened in surprise as I realized that Kristen
had just slid down onto my cock. I was inside her; the
Goddess and I were one!
I felt Kristen move upward, as she leveraged her feet to
gain purchase. After a few seconds, she relaxed herself,
plunging down once again on my shaft. Her movements became
regular, and it felt like I had one gigantic, soft, warm, and
slippery hand, jacking me up and down in a tortuous cadence.
We were fucking! My Goddess and I were actually
fucking... balling... screwing...! No... that wasn't it at
all. I mean, yes, we were fucking, but it was more than
that. We were Making Love!
I started thrusting my hips in time with Kristen's beat,
and I opened my eyes and saw my Goddess looking at me. We
broke our kiss, and we whispered simultaneously to one
another, "I love you!"
I started flexing my hips harder, and Kristen did the
same from her end. I had enjoyed oral sex over the past few
weeks, and I couldn't imagine feeling anything nicer than
having Kristen suck me, and now, I was face to face with the
Goddess, the two of us making passionate love together.
Kristen's breasts were above the water, and I moved my
head down and kissed one of her dark aureolae, licking around
her nipple. Kristen reciprocated by licking my ear, her hot
breath adding an auditory sensory overload to my overworked
mind.
Our rhythm went from fast and hard to slow and gentle.
We seemed to sense each other's desires and moods, trying to
lengthen the moment. Our bodies squirmed together, our
fingers played with each other's breasts, faces, and our
mouths kissing available features of each other.
It was a huge feast of sensations, and at last, my brain
had to hit the emergency release. "K... K... Kris..." I
stuttered, as I felt my body start to tense up for a spasm of
epic proportions.
"Yes, lover?" Kristen replied gently.
"I'm... I'm... just about..."
I didn't say anymore. The ignition was already lit, and
the launch could no longer be aborted. My cock started
pumping its seed into Kristen's sucking womb, its poor,
overtaxed limits having been shattered. There was a
second... third... fourth... even a fifth spurt, and I could
feel Kristen's own body pulsating, eagerly sucking it in.
My dick continued to spasm for a minute or so. The two
of us continued to sit together, still conjoined. A lot of
feelings were running through my mind... the obvious euphoria
and bliss, as well as the pure love and desire I had for the
Goddess with whom I had just shared my essence.
This lovely Goddess had managed to give to me her love
and her passion, enjoying me as I enjoyed her. I was
babbling to her, and she was holding my hand to her breast,
kissing my head, murmuring "I love you," quietly into my ear.
Finally, my thoughts were on Kristen, and her enjoyment.
"Um... did you...?"
Kristen smiled. "A little bit. I don't think I had much
left after that one you licked me into."
I felt her body still on my hips, and I realized that I
wanted to do something for her, something only I could do for
her, just like she had done for me.
I moved upward, taking Kristen's body with mine. She
held onto the side of the bathtub for support, but allowed me
to carry her. I moved slowly to the edge of the bathtub,
sitting on it with Kristen and I still conjoined.
Whispering for her to trust me, I managed to get my feet
firmly planted on the bottom of the tub, and I reached over
to the lever to empty the water.
Kristen looked at me, not understanding, but trusting me
completely, as the water emptied quickly from the tub.
Having steeled myself, I reached behind Kristen's middle
back, and started to rise. Kristen reacted by holding my
shoulders tight, still holding her body to mine.
I walked slowly with Kristen, climbing out of the tub,
and into the bedroom. I didn't want to get the bed wet, so I
gently laid her down on the plush carpeting.
I finally pulled out of the Goddess, and quickly
positioned myself next to her, my head close to her knees. I
then moved her on top of me, and she opened her mouth, and
took my delicious (to her) sperm-covered penis into her mouth.
I returned the favor, her cunt right over my mouth. I
started licking into her hole, and felt our combined juices
start to ooze downward toward me. Luckily, I had already
tasted this before, although not combined with Kristen's
delicious nectar, which only increased its desire to me, and
I continued to lick and suck, attempting to clean out my
secretions from Kristen's body.
Kristen, knowing that I wasn't attacking her clitoris as
before, was just lazily sucking my dick, not trying to get me
to orgasm either.
Finally, I had a surprising amount of our fluids, most
likely combined with bathwater, in my mouth. I pushed
Kristen back onto her side, and she moved obligingly. I then
pulled my dick out of her mouth, and quickly started to kiss
her, passing the fluids that I had collected into her mouth.
I saw Kristen's eyes open in delightful surprise.
Having deposited my load, I pushed Kristen back onto her
stomach, moving out of her way, so she lay face down on the
floor. I moved my body behind her, and lifted up her hips.
My dick was already hard from Kristen's lovely sucking,
and it took me about five tries before I managed to guide it
into her slippery tunnel.
I was once again thrusting in and out of the Goddess, and
I could hear Kristen squeal happily in response, her mouth
most likely still full of my seed. From my position, I
realized that I could reach between her legs from the front,
and I easily found her hard little clitty with my right index
finger.
I continued to thrust in and out while attacking
Kristen's little bud when I felt her start another orgasm.
The idea that Kristen was in front of me, moaning with my
sperm in her mouth as I quite actively made love to her, set
my balls churning once again. This orgasm wasn't very big
for me, but it sure as hell was a good one for Kristen, which
was the only thing that mattered to me right then.
I continued pumping as she cried in her release and I
continued to play with her engorged nubbin until Kristen
finally shifted her weight to the right side, pinning my arm.
I got the signal, and pulled my arm free.
Kristen responded by moving her legs close together,
trapping my now wilting penis between her legs.
I started to slowly pull out of her hole, the tightness
of her legs feeling wonderful on my way out.
I moved to a position where we were now face to face,
laying on our sides. After a couple of minutes of the two of
us staring at one another, Kristen finally said, "I really,
truly, completely love you, Jim. Happy Birthday!"
"And I really, truly, completely love and adore you,
Kris!"
The two of us stood up, and Kristen looked at the bedroom
door, which had been closed. There was a full-length mirror
there, and Kristen's hands moved upward. "My hair!" Kristen
said.
"I adore your hair that way," I assured my love.
Kristen looked at me and then burst into a fit of
laughter. She finally said, "Hey! I have a great idea! You
can give me a scalp massage!"
I would go to the moon for my lovely Kristen, and I
smiled and nodded to her.
Kristen went into her luggage, and pulled out a vanity
case. Inside, she pulled out two bottles: one of shampoo,
and the other of conditioner. She then led me into the
shower.
Inside the shower was what looked like a seat molded into
it directly under the showerhead, which was one of those
types where the nozzle could be removed from a sort of clamp.
Kristen sat me down on the seat, and pulled down the
nozzle and faced it toward the drain. She turned on the
water, and adjusted the controls until it came out at the
proper temperature and the nozzle's spray was very fine and
not pulsating.
Kristen then knelt at my feet, and put her head in my
lap, telling me to wet her head and then massage the shampoo
into her head.
I did so, and Kristen took her hand and moved my cock
into her mouth, doing one of her slow, contented sucks. I
figured that there might have been some sperm and her own
juices still on it, increasing her delight with its special
taste.
Obeying the Goddess' directions, I wet her hair down
using the hand nozzle, and then squirted some shampoo into
her hair. She had considerably more hair than I had, so I
had to use about three times as much as I would have used on
my own head. It took me some time to work the suds
throughout her hair, and then I started rubbing harder, using
the tips of my fingers and parts of my clipped nails to knead
and stimulate her skull.
After about ten minutes, I rinsed Kristen's hair, pulling
the nozzle up from where it had been pouring directly into
the drain. Kristen's suction became erratic, as she had to
breathe through her mouth as the water cascaded around her
head and face.
Since the directions on the bottle read, "Lather, rinse,
repeat," I squirted more shampoo after I she was completely
rinsed, not needing as much shampoo this time for some reason.
Once again, I massaged Kristen's scalp vigorously for
about five minutes, while my dick felt her blissful sucking,
and followed the massage once again with a complete rinse.
I was now at a quandary. I giggled to myself, wondering
if the "repeat" part of the instructions was also to be
repeated. I played dumb, and started shampooing Kristen's
hair a third time.
"What are you doing?" Kristen asked, taking her mouth
off my penis.
"Repeating the 'repeat' part of the instructions," I
explained, continuing to giggle.
"You are a sweet idiot, you know that?" Kristen said,
giggling herself. "But, seriously, over-washing can cause my
hair to frizz out." She again started suckling me, allowing
me to finish the third shampoo that I had already started.
After rinsing Kristen the third time, I picked up the
bottle of conditioner. I had never used this sort of stuff,
but the directions were simple. Put it into her hair, wait a
minute or so, and rinse it off. There was no instruction to
repeat the process.
I obliged, giving Kristen a fourth scalp massage while
waiting the "one minute" (which probably turned into about
five; Kristen would suck a little harder as I massaged her,
and I enjoyed that effect).
Finally, I started hosing Kristen down for her last rinse.
Having completed my task, I turned off the shower, and
Kristen stood up from where she was kneeling, and pulled me
up from the seat. We kissed for a couple of minutes, rubbing
our wet bodies together.
Kristen and I wanted to fuck in the bed next, and she
also wanted to be dry, so I helped her dry her hair with one
of the hair dryers that the hotel helpfully provided in the
bathroom. I was amazed as Kristen brushed her hair
afterward. Usually, after a shower, my hair is impossible to
comb, being full of knots. But Kristen simply ran a brush
through her hair as I continued drying it, and it didn't stop
at all due to any knots. As her hair dried, it started
returning to its "normal" soft texture again, as Kristen
continued to brush it.
I couldn't help myself, and put the hair dryer down and
started running my fingers through the Goddess' soft,
luxurious hair. She turned her head toward me and kissed me
in return. "You really like doing that?" Kristen asked.
I simply nodded and continued.
My lovely Goddess grinned. "Patty told me that you had
said you loved running your fingers through my hair. You are
so sweet!"
Encouraged, I kept one hand running through Kristen's
hair, and used the other one to fondle one of her breasts,
and occasionally to rub her crotch.
After a few moments of that, Kristen pulled me out of the
bathroom and onto the king sized bed.
We made love a couple more times that night, and I
actually fell asleep while trying to go a third time.
Sometime after I fell asleep, Kristen moved us around, and
when I woke up in the morning, Kristen was once again curled
up in a fetal position with my dick in her mouth, and her
right hand between her legs.
I gently moved Kristen away, and quickly moved to the
bathroom to relieve myself.
Kristen was awake when I returned. She kissed me as I
came out of the bathroom, and quickly ran behind me to use
the toilet as well.
I started to lie down on the bed again, and I heard
Kristen call me. "Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you come in here?"
I walked in, trying not to stare at Kristen sitting on
the toilet. "You need something?"
Kristen smiled. "I need a kiss."
I was surprised, but I moved toward her and kissed her.
She didn't seem to mind that she was sitting on the toilet
with me in the room.
"May I have a suck?" Kristen asked.
"Huh?"
"Didn't Patty suck you while she was peeing at the mall?"
"Um... yeah..."
"It sounds so wicked. Please?"
I walked to Kristen and she took my dick, which was
getting hard in eagerness, and she started sucking me
earnestly. I started hearing her stream of urine start to
flow.
Kristen had some strange desires, but I knew that was one
of the things that I simply adored about her.
I sighed. "I'm in love with a kinky Goddess," I said.
Kristen smiled, and pulled away for a second. "And I'm
in love with a romantic sweetheart," she said in response.
The two of us decided to play Beautiful Krissie and
Dress-Up Jim, dressing each other for school. I wondered how
many of the school faculty would faint if they had any idea
that the Goddess was wearing a pair of crotchless panties and
a "peek-a-boo" bra (that exposed Kristen's dark nipples)
underneath her dress.
I, on the other hand, was fit into a pair of briefs that
looked like one of Kristen's panties. Kristen had to
actually show me the package it came in with male models on
it to convince me that guys actually wear those things.
Kristen promised me that after school, we would park at
Lake Shore Point and she would allow me to fuck her through
her crotchless panties.
I couldn't wait.
I could smell bacon and eggs in the main room of our
suite, and when the two of us emerged, fully dressed, we had
ourselves some breakfast.
Afterward, I grabbed our bags, and the two of us walked
out of the room. Before she left, Kristen put a fifty dollar
bill on the table.
As we walked to the elevator, I thought about Kristen's
ability to always have a bank note to hand to the hotel
personnel at the right time. I offhandedly asked Kristen
what it felt like to have all that money. Kristen's answer
was identical to one I would hear years later in a scene in
the movie Arthur with Dudley Moore answering that same
question: "It feels great!"
Kristen's car was waiting for her in front of the lobby
entrance. Kristen handed the concierge another tip and
thanked him. He insisted on putting our bags into her trunk,
and Kristen and I took off back to our little town to attend
school.
I spent the entire day at school with a perpetual
hard-on, thinking about a pair of crotchless panties and Lake
Shore Point. The sexy briefs that I was wearing didn't make
that erection very comfortable.
Kristen and I spent fourth period at the music room,
where she helped relieve some of my tension with one of her
lovely blow jobs. I repaid the favor by licking Kristen
through her panties to a wild orgasm.
That one encounter had to last the rest of the school
day, but my hard-on came back within ten minutes. I kept
saying to myself, "I'M NO LONGER A VIRGIN!" I wanted to
shout it to the world. Lucky for me, I kept my mouth closed
about it.
When I passed Camille in the hallway, however, she
noticed something about me. "Looks like you lost it big
time!"
"Huh?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Come on," Camille said, quietly so other people wouldn't
hear. "I'm just kidding. But both you and Kristen today are
walking around with this big 'freshly fucked' expression on
your faces."
I looked at Camille, stunned. Was I that obvious? Was
Kristen?
Camille looked at me seriously and said, "I'm sorry. I
wasn't trying to embarrass you."
I nodded, and went to my last period class in a bit of a
daze. People could tell...?
When I saw Kristen after school, the question had become
moot. I was interested in testing out her crotchless panties
big time. I didn't mention Camille's observations to her.
Instead, we just enjoyed each other.
At home, I did some homework; I had some catching up to
do due to the couple of days that I had missed class. My
mother made my favorite dinner (spaghetti and meat balls) and
gave me my presents.
I smiled when I looked at the slacks and shirts that I
received. Normally, I would have shrugged and put them away,
but with Patty and Kristen's influence on my over the past
couple of weeks, I actually liked the new outfits, and made a
mental note to wear one of them tomorrow.
There was mail for me also. Among a couple of birthday
cards was a letter without a return address.
I opened the letter, and there was only a single piece of
paper inside: It was a lovely drawing of a girl and two hands
running their fingers through the girl's long hair. There
was no note, but the postmark was from Rahway, New Jersey. I
knew almost immediately that it was from Patty... a picture
of Kristen with my fingers running lovingly through her hair.
I still cherish that picture to this day.
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