The gel caps caught the light like blood-red fiery rubies. Lauren shook two into her hand and gulped them down dry. She tossed the bottle to Stefan.
He caught it in mid-air and turned it in his fingers, frowning. "One is enough."
"Then two are better." She stood defiant with one hand on her bare hip. "My mom got knocked up with me at a Dead concert, you know? High as a fucking kite, she assures me. I started selling vegan sandwiches out of a VW wagon in college. Call me a hippy born too late." He looked uncomprehending. "I'm a garbage head. You gonna partake? Or did you charge up before I got here?"
"Hardly," Stefan sniffed. He swallowed the remaining pill.
Warmth suffused her. A sense of peace and calm.
"Anything?"
"It's...nice? Kinda like a shot of Jack. I hate to tell you, love, but if this is it, you're seriously overselling--
Ohhhh!"
An electric thrill danced across Lauren's skin, raising goosebumps. Her stomach fluttered. Fever rose in her pelvis, and her dark nipples hardened into bullets. Touching them sparked pleasure so intense that she bit her tongue. Her pulse throbbed in her swelling clitoris.
She moved a hand to the juncture of her thighs, unconsciously seeking out the mouth of her vagina. Her fingers reached up and instinctively found the pleasure points inside.
It was not enough.
She needed someone to touch her. She ached to be filled.
It was a little like mushrooms--she was preternaturally alert, not at all foggy or confused. Colors, sounds, textures grew immediate and vivid. The carpet under her toes was softer than a bed of rose petals, yet she swore that she could have counted every twisted fiber. Dim light filtered in through the bedroom window from a thousand anonymous windows, street lamps, and city traffic, bathing the room in sensual, living radiance, exalting her.
The urge to kneel before Stefan and suck him off was as natural as breathing. She opened his robe to find the thick soft tube of his cock resting against his thigh. His scrotum lay on the dark silk between his legs, balls huge and heavy with promise. She cradled them in her palms, blew warm breath across them, kissed them each in turn, savoring his male scent as her lips roamed over his velvet flesh. The wrinkled skin smoothed and tightened and swelled for her as she teased it with her tongue-tip. His shaft stirred and stiffened.
Parting her lips wider, she gently drew one testicle into her wet mouth.
"Ahhh..." Stefan's breath quickened, his half-closed eyes fixed hypnotically on her. His fingers sought the curve of her cheek and traced their way up to her arching brow. The contact aroused her as powerfully as if he had touched her nipples or clitoris. She was so wet that she imagined juice would drip from her slit and soak the carpet through. She visualized it spraying out with the force of a man shooting his load. Such fantasies during sex were novel for her. Yet another exciting discovery.
She stretched her jaw to take Stefan's entire sack into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the underside, bouncing and flicking at his balls. His erection grew rapidly under her oral devotions. The meaty column uncurled and rose up from his crotch, growing larger and longer as if it would not stop until it towered between his legs like a magical beanstalk for her to climb.
It was like seeing a hard cock for the first time.
Stefan's penis was bigger than when they'd fucked earlier. Impossible as that seemed there was no chance that she imagined it. She'd been impressed by how well-hung he was before, but if he had been this long and thick she'd have been frightened out of her wits at the prospect of being penetrated by such a thing. But now, as she tried futilely to close her hand around the root of his cock, every cell of her being resonated with the primal need to have this colossus pierce her to her core.
Consumed by lust, she feared nothing. She wanted everything. She let Stefan slip from her mouth, leaned into him, and captured his cock between her breasts. She cupped and lifted and pushed them together to form a snug pocket for his shaft.
As much of a hassle as oversized boobs often were, Lauren indulged a secret vanity about being well-blessed up there. She'd relished the awed expressions of more than a few lovers when she stripped down to display their adolescent fantasies made flesh. And she loved having a dick nestled in her cleavage, the shiny purple head of the beast rearing up at her face like a big dog.
In Stefan's case, a very
slobbery
big dog. Glistening pre-cum drooled in a stream from the dusky, engorged tip of his cock onto her chest. She purred deep in her throat and dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Every sensation was so magnified that she heard not only the roar of her own hot blood in her ears but the pounding of his heart as well. She lapped up the slippery liquid. Pre-cum had always been nearly tasteless before. She was shocked to find herself salivating freely at the flavor of Stefan's.
He stood up without warning, nearly bowling her onto her ass. He lifted her with ease and carried her to bed and encouraged her into position above him with her knees astride his head and face inches from his cock. His big hands grasped her buttocks, guiding her down onto his face. He kissed the soft protected flesh between her legs. His mouth possessively roamed her mound, hot breath tickling her labia. When his lips touched her pussy, she let out a hoarse groan and reflexively pressed herself hard against his face. She nearly came when the edge of his teeth just grazed her swollen clitoris. His tongue lathed her inner lips and then darted inside her,
She cried out in pure animal pleasure.
It was too much and too sudden, like the thrilling and terrible drop from the zenith of a roller coaster. She tried to pull away from him, unable to bear the intensity of the feelings raging through her body. Stefan would not release her. His powerful arms encircled her waist, holding her in place. He sucked and licked her cunt patiently, so sensitive to the twitching of her hips and the ragged tempo of her breath that he managed to hold her just short of the threshold of orgasm for what seemed an endless age.
She writhed and trembled in his arms. Barely able to raise herself up to her elbows, she tried to suck Stefan's cock but was frightened that she'd lose control and bite down too hard. "Deeper! Aww...oh God fuck me with your tongue. Oh... uhn...please...don't...God, yes! Yes! Right there!
Right there!"
She climaxed in waves. Each time she was sure that she was spent Stefan went on probing and kissing her cunt and she kept coming, each glorious spasm stronger than the last. He eased two fingers into her slit and found her G-spot. Her pleasure surged higher. Screaming and crying, begging for more, she'd pay any price for this ecstasy. She hoped it would never end. She feared it would never end.
Her tremors ebbed away at last. Lauren collapsed atop Stefan, her face resting on his thigh.
She wanted more.
