It had been three days since Alistair had been seduced by Katie. A virgin when he started he was rapidly getting more experienced. She had gone out with her friends this evening and it was the first night they hadn't spent together, it was only 8.30, but he was feeling frustrated already.
He'd tried watching a film, but every shot of naked flesh had reminded him of Katie and when it got to a sex scene he turned it off impatiently. Then he tried doing some seminar preparation for the next week, but his mind kept wandering.
It was as if all the sexual frustration since he hit puberty, five years' worth, was erupting, let loose by the last few days. He seemed to have a constant hard on and was assessing every woman he saw as either a 'yes' or a 'no' – and not many of them were being rejected.
When he'd tossed his work aside impatiently his mind started to fill, again, with all those disturbing, erotic images that had been bothering him since the weekend. He kept thinking of Katie's beautiful, creamy skin, sweet pink nipples and the dark musky clefts and hollows between her legs.
His hand crept down, now, as he thought about this. Slowly he began to run his hand up and down the hot, hard shaft of his dick. He knew Katie was bisexual and this thought combined itself with the images of all the women he had been looking at over the last few days.
He visualised scenes akin to some kind of harem; filled with rounded, nubile flesh, rich curves, sweet scents and swathes of long silky hair. Katie was at the centre of this feast of nudity, being petted and caressed by dozens of hands, all stroking, squeezing, penetrating.
Full, pink lips closed around her nipples and as the visual grew he inserted himself into the scene and had one of the voluptuous beauties kneel in front of him and start sucking his cock.
He could almost feel the hot, rippling motion of her mouth on his penis. Katie was amazing at blow jobs and every time she went down on him she blew his mind as well as his cock with the sheer, ecstatic pleasure of her mouth.
His stroking grew more frenetic as the images went through his mind but the release, when it came, gave him no relief. If anything it only heightened his arousal and he groaned as his cock sprang back into hardness almost immediately.
He tried to ignore it and watched some more of his film, then gave in and masturbated again with much the same result. At last he fell into a restless doze filled with vivid dreams where he was copulating repeatedly with a multitude of women.
He was woken just after midnight by someone trying to get the duvet over him. His eyes were glued shut with sleep, so the first clue he had as to his visitor was the smell of sweat and perfume mixed with alcohol and cigarette smoke.
As his nose identified Katie's perfume, he smiled and forced his eyes open.
"Did you have a good night?"
"Yeah, it was great. Sorry for waking you up, I popped in to see if you were awake and I didn't want you getting cold."
"That's Ok," he said, "I was only dozing. I'm glad you came to see me, I've been thinking about you all evening."
As he said this he put his arms around her waist and pulled her down on top of him on the bed.
"Oh have you now? Bet I know what you were thinking about," she said cheekily, as she ran her hand over the impressive bulge of his crotch.
"I take it you're... amenable...?" he muttered into her neck as he slid his hand up her leg and under her skirt.
"Oh, I'm sure we could come to some arrangement," she said, tugging his t-shirt over his head.
He started kissing her then, and there was no more talking, only muffled sighs and groans as their tongues entwined and their hips ground against each other in a fully-dressed simulation of sex.
His hand was still on her bottom under her skirt and he squeezed it as he kissed her, breathing in the sexy smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat that should have been vile but was intensely erotic in this situation.
As he kissed her, he remembered the harem he had imagined earlier and almost bit through her lip as the blood surged through him igniting his body. She moaned with pleasure and pain as she felt his teeth and pushed his head down to her cleavage.
He pushed up her top and wrenched down the cups of her bra so they gathered underneath her breasts, forcing them upwards so the nipples were pointing at him. He took one pink, full nipple between his lips and clamped down on it firmly, using his lips to shield his teeth.
She sighed and thrust her chest towards him, encouraging him to be firmer with her; cause more pain. He flicked his eyes up for confirmation, then bared his teeth and bit down on her nipple.
She gasped in pain, then moaned with pleasure.
"Again!" She murmured. "Harder!"
He bit down again, harder this time, whilst also squeezing her bottom with one hand and pinching her other nipple with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers and tugging on it.
She was squirming and writhing in excitement, enjoying the rough treatment and encouraging him to be rougher still.
When his hand slipped under the edge of her panties and started stroking the lips of her pussy she mewled and grabbed at his trousers, struggling to undo them quickly.
When she had them down round his knees along with his underwear she took the heavy weight of his balls in her hand and scooted down the bed so her head was level with his groin.
Teasingly she flicked her tongue at the shaft of his penis, running it up and down very lightly, creating a tickling sensation. When she got bored with this she flicked it across the head, tasting briefly the salty juice of his excitement.
After what seemed hours of this tantalising tongue-action she took the head into her mouth and let her saliva flow round it, then swirled her tongue around and around, fully encompassing the bulging tip of his cock.
Poor Alistair, after his day of frustration, was being driven mad by this skilled prick teasing. Thrusting his hips up availed nothing, as she just moved her head away and begging was no more successful.
Then, thank Heaven, the entire length of his cock was in her mouth. He could feel the flutter of her throat against him as she swallowed and he had to take her head in his hands and pull away from her.
"Stop! I want to fuck you Katie, feel myself inside you. Please?"
She smiled at him, then looked coyly up at him through her lashes.
"Ok," she said, "but only if you go down on me first."
