Down The Rabbit Hole Ch 03 5

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World

Chapter III - Nicolet's Frustration

Nicolet's evening did not work out the way she had hoped. First, the nightclub erased her self-confidence. The other women were far more provocative and beautiful than she expected. She became the ugly duckling--no longer sexy. The only comfort as the evening went on was that when she looked closely at the women and men, some were genuinely gorgeous, but the clothes and make-up made most of the pretty people in the club. The air between her legs made her aware of her bare crotch, and she sat with her legs a little tighter together than usual. Her legs relaxed some as the result of a couple of drinks and the realization that many of the other women in the club lacked undergarments. They seemed unworried about people knowing--she noticed, certainly others would.

It appeared that Sean was not concerned about the women in the club being fakes; his eyes were everywhere but on her. Not once did he make her feel like he wanted her. A thought persisted, the devil on her shoulder, that she should grab his hand and run it up her thigh to her nakedness while they sat at the table, but like so many things, she lacked the nerve to follow through. Fortunately, despite the eye candy, it was not Sean's scene either, and he said he was bored; they left before eleven.

Things in Sean's dorm room did not go off as Nicolet had hoped either. Despite her discomfort at the club, the alcohol and the sexy people had gotten Sean frisky. When they returned to his room, she revealed that she had lacked panties all evening, and clothes came off in a flurry. Together on the bed, her hand wandered to his cock and his to her pussy, and she gasped when he sucked on a nipple and slid a finger in and out of her pussy with more passion than was typical. The evening had done its thing on her, too. She was wet and loose, and he ran two fingers in and out of her impatient hole. She responded by pumping her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. What she really wanted at that moment was his tongue working her clit while he ran his fingers in and out of her hole. She led by example when there was no movement in that direction.

Pushing him over on his back, she kissed down his chest and belly. He laid there frozen without a reaction. But then she got up her nerve and kissed his cock. The encouraging moan drove her on. She ran her tongue along his hot, smooth shaft, first near the bottom, then by holding his rod upright, she licked to the top. When she focused on the head, sucking and licking his cock like an ice cream cone, she got some twitching and more moaning, especially each time she ran her lips up and down over the swollen head repeatedly.

She found exploration of his cock with her lips and tongue fun, experimenting to see what got the best response. Being this intimate with a cock was a new thing, and she liked the warmth and soft texture. Before, the only cocks she had encountered had been in her hands and in her pussy. What would it feel like to have a guy do this to her cunt? Fantastic, she just knew. She was somewhat reluctant to take it deep into her mouth, but why? If a guy were going to do this to her, he would have to deal with her juices, and right then, she was sopping wet--she felt the dampness on the inside of her thighs. Swallowing his cock was the least she could do. She slid her lips over the head onto the shaft, feeling its warmth and silky firmness, and she started downward. How much could she take? As an experiment, she pushed the warm cock in until she started to gag. Sean was actually squirming and panting. She had control and enjoyed teasing him a little, but her throbbing pussy would need attention soon. She, too, was starting to suffer and needed relief.

As a result of her need, she lost focus on his reactions to her going up and down on his shaft. Her thoughts drifted to how Sean's working her pussy had been close to getting her off and that he needed to finish the job. Just maybe, someday, a guy would last long enough to get her off by screwing her. She felt Sean stiffen, arching his back, and push his cock further into her mouth, followed by a warm gush of salty fluid. She pulled back and got hit in the face by the second pulse of warm cum.

While his cuming in her mouth surprised her, his nectar wasn't terrible. The orgasm was just sooner than she anticipated. It was her first real taste of cum; sure, she had put a dab on her finger before and tasted it, but now she had a mouth full. She felt the sensation of the warm cum in her mouth, then swallowed it. Not terrible, not tasty, a bit like snot, but...she could do a blow job to completion again. For a farm girl from Kansas, such body fluids were not gross. She could see where some city girls might find cum disgusting.

Now, she wanted him to eat her; surely, he would return the favor. 'Should she just sit on his face and force the issue? Girls on the internet did that.' Unfortunately, no! He rolled over and passed out. She kissed him on the shoulder and then the neck and got no response. Shook him gently, but still no response. Fuck--her fault for wanting him drunk. She rolled onto her back, arms crossed, and scowled. After a second, she let her hand slip down to her crotch--damn, her anger did not calm her pussy. It was still sopping wet and pulsing hot. So moist, warm, and sensitive to her touch.

'Should she masturbate right there in bed next to him? It would be embarrassing if he woke up, but he might finish the job for her.' Rubbing her clit, she didn't know if she wanted him to wake up or not. The idea of being caught terrified her, but at the same time, it added an equal amount of excitement. The excitement enticed her. She would masturbate just a little bit to be daring--she wouldn't go too far.

She easily ran two fingers into her cunt and slowly worked them in and out, not wanting to lose control while lying next to the lump. When a third finger squeezed in, she could not stop herself from picking up the pace. A pair of fingers from her other hand found her clit. She focused on the sensations developing in her crotch and belly and stopped worrying about Sean. 'So what if he woke up?' She pulled her fingers out of her hole and just focused on massaging her swollen clit. She gently ran her fingers over the swollen knob, getting even more turned on by how aroused it was. Her fingers moved down to her sopping hole and pulled the wetness up to her clit.

Once she rubbed her lubed fingers over the aroused organ, she was lost to ecstasy. Frantically working her clit caused a shaking orgasm, and for the first time, a squeal escaped her lips. The discharge of sexual energy was not one of her regular orgasms; it lasted longer, was much more intense, and when the spasms were over, she sank into the bed, unable to move. That was until she remembered Sean. 'Did I really squeal?'

In a start, she pushed herself up on an elbow and looked at him. 'Fuck him,' she thought. 'He missed the show. There he is, snoring away, having missed the biggest, best orgasm of my life. One that he damn well didn't cause. Well, that was not completely true; sucking his cock and his presence, even passed out, had something to do with it. Hell, I just gave my first blow job, and it was fun. I would definitely suck on a cock again. Maybe not his. And God, that orgasm was incredible. I guess that kind of counts as the first orgasm I have had with a guy--sort of. Could a guy eating or fucking me give me an even more intense one? Fuck, would some guy with staying power pounding his cock in and out of me give me an orgasm bigger than that one? Surely, it was possible, but not with this deweeb. Damn him.'

The evening was not a complete loss. Still, it was not what she wanted--what she needed. She signed and sank back into the bed.

About as bad the evening was, the thought that they would soon depart for Peru with Dr. Janssen to explore some new cave was worse. Sean had talked her into the trip, and it was not where she wanted to be on winter break. She would miss seeing family, and her mom was panicked about her daughter getting trapped by a cave-in. That was not a fear she shared; it surprised her how completely un-claustrophobic she was.

However, unfamiliar places and new experiences were just not her things. The only time she had been outside the U.S. was a short trip to Canada. Well, okay, she just gave a guy a blow job, and he had shot cum into her mouth. That was new and different, but that was not exploring someplace no person had ever been before, thousands of feet underground. Thinking of it made her uneasy and panicky, and now Sean was a jerk. It was too late to back out of the trip. Her parent's money, which she begged for, had been spent.

After a couple of deep breaths, some of the anxiety seeped away. The expedition would not be all bad. On the plus side, she admitted that their past adventures in caves had been fun. Caves seemed to be mazes to be solved. Ever since she was young, she loved mazes and even tried her hand at making them. Not only were caves mazes, they were alien and not of the human world. Somehow, those aspects fascinated her and made her forget her apprehensions when she had attended short excursions in the local caves, but the overnight in the Kentucky cave had been the best. She liked discovering what was around the next corner, completely counter to her timid nature. It was probably good for her to spend more time in caves, learning to be brave. And then Dr. Janssen was nice, good-looking, not too old, and dare she say sexy, which was also a plus. He would eat her pussy and do it well. And hell, she would likely forgive Sean by the time they got there. And...well, she needed to push herself to try new things, explore new places, and Peru was definitely a new place. Yep, she needed to make the trip; the adventurous woman who men wanted to be with was who she wanted to be.

God, if Sean had just eaten her out, maybe her thoughts would not be so jumbled, and she would feel better about him and the trip. Laying there, next to the now solidly snoring lump of a shit boyfriend, with some of her anger dissipating, she thought, 'I should masturbate again. Make an even bigger show of it, and make sure he wakes up just as I'm orgasming.'

But instead, she dressed and walked back to her dorm. She fell asleep that night thinking, 'Sex is so fucking frustrating. If Sean won't give me an orgasm, I may just have to find someone that will. I'm tired of always doing it myself. That orgasm tonight was a fucking tease. I know it. Now, I want some guy to bring me to a massive orgasm more than ever. I know they are in me after tonight. God damn it; I want a big fat cock thrusting up inside me, bringing me to a huge orgasm. No--make that orgasms, plural. I better not fucking die in some cave before a guy fucks me so hard that I have a screaming orgasm. I know it's possible--the girls in the porns do it all the time. It's in me-- I just know it. Tomorrow, I'm going to at least order a big, fat, vibrating dildo. Well, I better wait until I get back. I don't want that sitting in my mailbox. That would be embarrassing if someone opened it by mistake.'