She had her hands at my zipper now. I yanked myself away. She grabbed at me, sliding her leg in between mine. Suddenly, she jabbed her elbow into my ribs; I stumbled, and she shoved my right leg out from under me with her foot. She used the momentum to yank me to the floor. She rolled on top of me and began grinding against me. I looked into her eyes and knew I wasn't going to win this one. I would have to fight her physically to get her to give up, and that might get me in more trouble, -- since she was likely to have visible signs of the struggle and likely to be angry enough to use them against me. Besides, I wanted to fuck her; I really did. I just didn't want to get caught.
She pressed her lips against mine again, her eyes closing. She probed me fiercely with her tongue, and I felt myself pushing against my jeans. My cock wanted out -- and then in. She ground her pelvis against me, obviously wanting to feel my hard-on. She grasped at my zipper, yanking it down and shoving her hand inside. I fought her tongue back into her mouth as she grabbed my cock and began stroking me fervently. I rolled over, taking her to the floor underneath me and pressing down against her. She shuddered and dug her nails into my neck, arching her body up to meet mine. She wrapped her legs around my lower back and writhed rhythmically against me. Her dress was hiked up to her waist and I discovered that she wore no panties. I kissed her deeply as I plunged three fingers inside her. She gasped, and her body shook, her pussy becoming immediately more moist. Shit, she came already, I remember thinking. This one really wanted it all.
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This is the -- ahem -- climax of my story about a high school junior whose geology teacher learns of her crush on him and teases the shit out of her. She finally gets sick of the head games and confronts him. The story is almost completely autobiographical, except for names and minor personal details. It is essentially one of the few fantasies taken directly from my own fevered desire and experience! Christ's sake, we were at the damn school. For all either of us knew, a janitor would stroll in any minute.
The blood rushing through me, the smoke of the hash, the heat of the David's empty bedroom made everything a blur. I felt my body being stroked, fondled, a finger slipped into the heart of my sex, lips pressed against mine. I was rolled gently onto my stomach, and my hips pulled backward with my ass in the air; I felt the smooth slide of flesh into mine, and the warm press of a cock against my lips. I took it into my mouth and matched the strokes of my ravisher, pressing it deep into my throat. It seemed to go on for hours, the clutch of hands in my hair, the hoarse cries, the whispered directions and moans of triumph; the hardness I took into my mouth was first surrounded by hair that was as black as midnight, and then a reddish gold; the hands gripping the globes of my rear now caressing, then adamant. It was as if I was awash in that warm sea of which I had been so afraid, floated in it, first on my knees, then on my back, now on my side, surrounded by warm lips and gentle hands; fine, shining hair under my hands and coarse, rasping hair against my body. The fires flared up brightly for a time, silken hot, burning themselves out in a burst of heat and light, and then quickly died down to a smolder, leaving us sweating and breathless, entwined in one another's arms.
I tucked her in and she took hold of my arm. "Don't go," she murmured. I stripped to my underwear and lay beside her, and she molded herself to me. We both fell asleep. I woke in the night to find that my shorts were gone and she was astride me, flopped forward against my chest, her head nuzzled against mine. Her hips moved up and down, riding me gently. I don't know how long we performed like that, but she slowed and shuddered several times. Downstairs, I could hear the susurrus of orgy.
At last Kim pushed herself upright and tossed back her head. She pumped up and down the full length of my cock, keeping me in only by my foreskin. Unlike every other time we'd had sex, she was silent; we made no sound except for the whispering of moist skin against skin. I was almost detached from what was going on, just the instrument of her pleasure; I watched her breasts move as she rode me. She gave a long sigh, and I thought we were finished when she lay down on me. Her nipples were cool and soft against my chest.
Instead, she tugged gently, and we both rolled over, keeping my cock inside her, and settled into the old-fashioned missionary position. "Hold me," she whispered. "Come inside me."
I didn't last very long; after only a couple of dozen strokes I came with surprising force.
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True story: many of the details here are me losing my virginity, including the fact that I was prepared to be frustrated for the evening (again). That makes the scene special for me, of course. On the other hand, the relationship of the characters is totally different from the relationship I was in.
Second true story: It wasn't until I started reading through stories to find an excerpt for this that I realized what this particular scene was based on.
My hand was pulled roughly, causing me to remember that I was supposed to be fingering Kelly, too, but Kelly was doing just fine on her own. "Make herr coooome, master! I want to see my little sis-sis-sis- SSS-UNNNNGGHHH!" Kelly bucked wildly, fucking herself against my fingers, using my hand to stimulate her clit.
This was sensory overload. My eyes burned with the images and the air was thick with the smell of sex. I heard constant panting and moaning. I felt the sisters' juices, wet and warm; Michelle's in my crotch, Kelly's on my hand. Of course, Michelle was still fucking me to death. This added up to one hell of an orgasm. I bucked mightily, arching my back off the floor, lifting Michelle with me. The most intense strobe lights I'd ever experienced were going off in my brain. Every muscle locked for a second, including my heart and lungs. Searing jets tore down the ridge of my cock to flood Michelle's steaming wet pussy. Michelle moaned some more while I continued to empty my nuts into her, "Yesss, masss-t-t-terr, cooooommme...coooommme... ohhhhhh!!!!" She milked me with her cunt and I kept coming.
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My fiancee picked this one, because she remembers it from before we even met. "You're the Flying Pen??!!!" The set-up for the scene is that the male character (a quarter-vampire) is getting revenge for being snubbed by these two women before his transformation. He has maneuvered them into being his mesmerized slaves, and commanded them to lust insanely for him.
For me, a hot scene conveys the sensory experience; sometimes it's motion, but motion all of the time gets boring. There's sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell. Also, the motivation behind the characters' interaction can add (especially in fetish fiction) to the heat of the scene.