It's been okay for a first try
, she thought. And Ryan would still show up tomorrow.
Time for the usual pull that bypassed the seduction phase. She rolled over under the covers. She took her oversized shirt off. And things kicked off.
Gabrielle really liked the
The Notebook
version of Ryan. His appearance adapted accordingly.
Her hard-beating heart switched to another thrill, easier, but same rhythm it turned out. Her words gathered to another straight lane she this time knew just well. The declaration of love cooled back to a declaration of lust, a part she was definitely skilled at.
But unnerved by her little experiment, she decided to rush it. Not complicated when it's a pull.
A bulge in Ryan's pants ballooned cartoonishly, made her feel powerful, desirable, noticeable. To her it was as important as the neatly defined muscles under his shirt. And then she let her own horniness take over, she created this world where being horny was a gift you gave to the boy you liked.
Ryan took it as elegantly as gladly.
And thus arrived the logical conclusion, so unrealistic but so good for that very reason:
The words, "Please take me," and the pulling aside of the sheets in a very theatrical movement, exposing her naked body to the cool air, offering it whole to her imaginary lover.
It felt electrifying on her skin. Her nipples hardened so fast it almost hurt, and sent weird tingles through her chest.
Her penis twitched in response.
Now free of all layers of fabric and with no one to see it except her dreams, the cock towered over her in the darkness of the bedroom.
Uncut, straight, stiff as a flexed muscle, pointing way past her navel, the fourteen perfect inches, carrying half a pound of balls, had been hard all evening. As soon as the film had started. Gabrielle had to hide it under a blanket--which Sophia did not notice or pretended not to, she was classy like that.
She could feel its musky heat close to her face. It was difficult to find a reason not to kiss it.
With two fingers, she delicately pulled her foreskin back. The flared head popped out, greedily embraced by a soft breeze which always made her sigh. When the most intimate part of her body was laid bare for any of the stares she could imagine, sticking out in its oversensitivity, Gabrielle felt naked, obscenely naked. And it was the deepest sensation reached in her nights.
She basked in it.
But her little scenario was only halfway done. She reached for her cock. She was ready to be seen in the throes of sexual pleasure.
Gabrielle masturbated everyday now that she had a penis. Two or three times in a row. Sometimes five. Or six. She realized it was a lot and sometimes wasn't sure whether it's because she loved it or needed it. So pretty boys were a good excuse not to think about it. Ryan most of the time, although daydream could also bring Timothée Chalamet, or Hugh Jackman, Michael B. Jordan, or even the full lineup of BTS when she felt greedy.
But tonight, before she grabbed herself--half of a split second before--she saw something. An appearance. Gosling beside her bed and...someone. Someone from the film. This blond actress. Well, usually she's a blonde. Gabrielle did not stop in her momentum. She wrapped her hand around her throbbing shaft grotesquely jutting out from her hips and started pumping away. The flows inside her body turned everything, Ryan or this girl, into blurry shapes.
Sasha Rohan her name was. Weird. Girls never made her swoon. Pretty boys did. Sure, girls sometimes made her stare but... stare casually. Like girls do with other girls.
Still unable to precum, Gabrielle spat in her free hand and smeared it on her glans. She swiped the strands of her long jet-black hair off her chest and smeared the rest of her spit on her nipples. Her face beamed with delight. The cold was licking her.
Gosling left, cropped out by the pleasure. But pretty Sasha Ronan stayed there, greatly enjoying the view. And Gabrielle was already too lost in herself to keep on finding it weird. That word didn't mean anything anymore.
Her hand stroked, with patience and art, at times stopping to go take care of her apple-sized testicles and let her cock flex in the air. But never fast enough would it go back to what it was best at: stroking. Every time a little tighter, every time a little harder.
And the girl who had hijacked her nightly fantasy somehow was still here. Even as Gabrielle's alertness faded out into moans and shivers, Sasha persisted in. She could feel her presence, even eyes fixed on her own penis.
She closed them. And braced for orgasm. The whole minute of it. Sixty seconds. Sometimes less, sometimes more. But still so long she could live it rather than squander it. She could blush during it, blush or gloat about men and their ten meager seconds, she could come to terms, then unbelieve, then whatever, or not. A whole minute.
She unclenched some muscles inside herself and let others clench by themselves. One last look at her unusual spectator. (She could so specifically recollect how pretty this actress was.) Gabrielle exhaled sensually. It was her exhibitionism renewed. A woman felt so out of place, and wasn't it the whole point?
Shame and freedom diluted into sameness and for the first time in a long time, it felt like the first time. Gabrielle whispered a groan, because this was it: She started to cum.
Higher pleasure flooded her shaft and her tip, compressing itself into an explosion soon indistinguishable from the flesh containing it, radiating into her balls, her taint, her anus. She tensed and welcomed it all. The formless beam made love to Gabrielle for uncounted seconds and then the muscles that were begging to clench again collapsed under their own pressure: her cock started contracting, dry-cumming in her hand, flexing uncontrollably, over and over, on and on.
Because she didn't have sperm yet, Gabrielle could enjoy any position she wanted. No need to aim. And she had a full minute for it.
She liked to roll around, to twitch and turn, she liked to cum on all fours, on her knees, to even cum while walking around the room sometimes and that's also why she loved masturbating: looking weird, acting weird had no meaning on her own.
Tonight, still recovering from her recon into romance territory and still under unexpected female gaze, Gabrielle chose to go the traditional way, on her back, endlessly finishing that dick at a regular thirty-degree angle. Traditional and efficient.
But suddenly the night reclaimed the weirdness for the second time. She heard a noise behind her.
A noise she had never heard before and yet had always been ready in her mind.
With a loud gasp of surprise, she let go of her cock. It kept on orgasming hands-free, and despite that pleasure still at full blast inside of it, despite the stream of spasms hitting her lower body, she turned the bedside lamp on and shifted her attention to looking around her bed. The noise was more important. It could be everything that matters.
It didn't take her long to spot the source. She gasped again--not in surprise but in confirmation--at the goo on the headboard.
It had happened, it had finally happened.
Heart pounding, a smile on her face, Gabrielle leaned closer to examine the strange substance, a single drop of semen, as big as a quarter, thick and white. So thick her peehole was clean. She must have shot that first load so hard, she thought.
This time the cast & crew of
Lost River
had vanished, there was only her balls full of sperm now. Even her orgasm, which would have fried the brain of any man, had been reduced to background noise. She got on all fours to admire the wonder she had just produced. The more she looked, the more impatient she got, the more resolute she got: the moment her climax would start to subside, she would start working on a second one.
She put the lamp on the mattress and, as soon as the fruitless blows of her penis ceased, she started jerking again, never losing even one degree of erection. She wanted to cum as quickly as possible, she knew how to, flexing her ass, rubbing her tip ruthlessly, her breasts...
It still took her several minutes, which she filled with giddy exhilaration. And when she felt the delicious heat pinch her taint, she rolled to her flank. And came for the second time, eyes locked on her cockhead.
