Word of Mouth

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“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked when I was finally still.

“Which: Amanda or the crowd?”

I could feel her shrug against me. “Tell me about the crowd. What happened?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never had it so bad. I felt like I was drowning in air and I was going to die if I didn’t get out of the house.” A shudder ran through me as I spoke and Nico hugged me tightly.

After several minutes she said, “I spoke with Amanda afterwards and she was one happy girl. It was almost as if she’s a whole new person.”

I nodded numbly. “That’s nice. So, what’s next?”

“We wait,” she said. “Amanda will tell one of her close friends. Maybe not right away but I bet that after the New Year I’ll be hearing from someone who wants to meet you and we’ll take it from there.” I lay there, quiet, wondering if I could go through that again. I know I could easily be with another girl but I didn’t think I could go to another party. Nico ran her hand lightly over my chest and abdomen. “Tell me about Amanda.”

So I told her. And as the words tumbled out Nico’s hand moved down to my crotch, her pulls becoming bolder as I became fully erect. She took me in her mouth as I described how beautiful Amanda looked when she first came and Nico swallowed my seed when I told her how Amanda’s thighs squeezed my head.

Nico lay back and forced my head down between her legs. I teased and tortured her with my lips, tongue, and fingers, her orgasms becoming more and more frequent until they merged into one long, sustained orgasm. With tired arms she pulled me up to her and rolled on her side. I wrapped an arm around her and we slept.

Sometime later I dreamed Nico was straddling me, facing away. She was rubbing the tip of my cock slowly back and forth along her slit until it slid slowly inside. Her hips moved slowly up and down, soft grunts punctuating every downward stroke. In my dream I was immobile, unable to use my hands to clutch at her flesh. I’m not sure if I wanted to stop her in order to protect her or to help her body move against mine. Nico leaned forward and raised her hips until just the tip of my cock remained inside her. Her body bounced lightly in short strokes, her cunt gripping the ridge of my head. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body.

I awoke to find my tongue buried in her cunt and my cock buried in her mouth. Her body shuddered above me, driving her sex hard against my mouth. I came long and hard, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Moments later she came, my seed spilling from her mouth as she cried out, pooling on my stomach. Her body slipped off mine and we slept again.

In the grey dawn light I awoke to find Nico quietly getting dressed. “I had the most amazing dream,” was all I could say. She smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her fingers toyed with the dried cum encrusting my stomach.

“I know,” and she was gone.

Final exams consumed me for the next week and a half and then came the two week holiday break. I didn’t speak to Nico during that time but we did text some, mostly just light banter about having to spend Christmas with our families. On New Year’s Eve I started to text “miss u” but deleted it without sending. I did miss her and I wanted more than anything to be with her but her words still rang in my head: I can’t have a boyfriend.

After almost three months of knowing her, I still didn’t know the reason behind her declaration. I was afraid that if I brought it up it might make her angry or scare her away. What I had with Nico was still a relationship, albeit a twisted one, one I didn’t want to risk by being overly forward or presumptuous.

Still, I couldn’t stop thinking of her, wondering what she was doing right at that moment and practically pouncing on my phone every time a new text came in, hoping it was her and being crushed when it wasn’t. I spent the holidays quieter than usual, even with a house full of relatives. In my mind I was constantly replaying our last time together and the more I dwelled on it the more uncertain I became.

Was it a dream or did Nico really have sex with me, however briefly? There was an unnatural clarity to all of the sights and sounds and sensations, almost as if they had been amplified. I couldn’t trust my memories as my psyche had been significantly bruised earlier that evening by my panic attack. The sequence of events was disjointed in places the way dreams are but I could still feel clearly the way her cunt had enveloped my cock and the beautiful friction when she rode me. The intervening weeks had done nothing make it fade the way dreams do.

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