0 comments/ 17344 views/ 1 favorites Head Games By: Calliope We had been celebrating - I don't know what, but celebrating nonetheless. We had been drinking "Tabu" again and I was definitely a little buzzed. I stood up from the couch to put the empty bottle in the kitchen, but you grabbed my hand. When I turned to look at you, you pulled me down onto your lap. You buried your face in my neck; nuzzling and nibbling my neck and ear while your hands ran up and down my back. I closed my eyes and let the soft waves of heat wash over me. My back instinctively arched and your hands closed over my hips and pulled me down hard against you. The image of you and I naked in the same position popped into my mind and I whimpered in pleasure. "Let's go to bed," you whispered, and I nodded eagerly. I stood and walked directly to the bedroom while you turned off the lights, locked the door and quickly followed. I had pulled off my t-shirt before I heard you, "No. Stop." I looked over my shoulder at you, "What's wrong?" You came up behind me and slid your hands around my waist to pull me to you. "Nothing's wrong," you whispered as you ran your lips along the sensitive spot in my neck. "It's just that I want to undress you... unwrap you... like a present." I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I simply whispered, "Okay." Your hands ran over my stomach up to my breasts and gently traced the tops as they peeked through my bra. You played with them as only you know how: cupping them, squeezing my nipples with just enough pressure while nibbling my neck and earlobe. I moaned softly and squirmed in your arms. I forced my eyes open as you turned me around. There was a look about you...an intensity in your gaze that clearly said this wasn't going to be the kind of lovemaking where we laugh and lightly enjoy ourselves in silly banter. I've seen that ardent look before and my body tightened in anticipation. I'm sure that in a matter of seconds, the heat in my eyes matched your own. Your mouth went back to my neck and moved down to my cleavage, kissing and nuzzling while, with one hand, you unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. I don't remember it hitting the floor because you immediately began to tease my nipple...rubbing your lips softly against it as your hands tickled both of my breasts. I pushed towards you and you finally sucked my nipple into your mouth. There isn't a way to describe how wonderful that feels, baby. The heat, the softness of your tongue, the pressure of your teeth against me sends spikes of heat and pleasure down my body. I held onto your shoulders and watched you play with me; you certainly looked as if you were enjoying yourself as you went from breast to breast, savouring them with your mouth and hands. God knows, I was enjoying myself so much my knees were weak and there was a heat throbbing low in my abdomen. You moved lower...kissing your way down my tummy and gently pulled my Toronto Maple Leaf pj pants over my hips...your hands sent shivers through me as they slid down my thighs, over the back of my knees and down to my ankles before helping me step out of the pants. You kissed my thigh, soft and lovingly. Your hands on the backs of my legs, holding me steady as you moved painfully slowly towards my pussy. God, I was so wet that I would have sworn it was trickling down the inside of my thighs. I held my breath as you gently kissed those lips... and I heard you make a small sound of satisfaction when you discovered just how wet I was. You pushed against my legs and I obligingly spread them wider. Do you have any idea how erotic it was to look down and see your face pressed against my pussy? Your tongue slid deeper into my pussy and then pressed against my clit. I was so close to cumming and you could feel it. You always can. Suddenly, just as I was reaching the point of no return, you stopped. Stopped?! Stopped...and stood up. I had *no* idea what was going on and you didn't give me a chance to ask. You held my face in your hands and kissed me hard and deep, the taste of my pussy on your lips. You whispered, "Did you want to cum, baby?" You asked it knowing damn well what the answer was. All I could do was nod as your hand found my pussy and one finger slipped inside of me. "God, you're so wet, baby and so hot." Your words were driving me crazy and I squeezed your finger as it slid in and out of my little pussy...squeezed and pulsed. You pushed it all the way inside me and wiggled it around. My knees nearly buckled as you hit the sensitive spots inside me. "I can't wait to get my cock inside you... fuck you and feel that heat holding me so tightly..." I was going to cum...and cum hard. I started to tense...anticipating how good it was going to feel, when you gently took your hand away from my pussy. I opened my eyes and whimpered, "Please..." "No," you said with an evil look in your eyes, "not yet, baby. Soon, but not yet..." You guided me backwards until my legs pressed against the bed. I got up on the bed and knelt as you undressed, my hands caressing your skin as it appeared. I touched your cock and let my fingers run the length of it before I leaned over and kissed it gently and then ran my tongue around the head. Your hands held onto my hair and you rocked back and forth, pushing your cock into my mouth and I loved it. I spread my knees a bit more and played with my pussy. I was so slick, I could barely feel the friction from my fingertip as I slid it inside myself and then moved to my clit. "Playing with yourself, baby?" You whispered in a husky voice. I made a low sound of agreement around your cock. "You like to do that, don't you? Especially while you suck my cock." I just moaned. You were right. You knew it, I knew it, and the more you talked about it, the closer I came to that missing orgasm. I tried not to let it show, though. I was hoping that if you were enjoying what I was doing to you, perhaps you'd be too wrapped up to notice that I was getting painfully close to... ooooh god... I was going to cum. I was rubbing my clit earnestly. The wet, sticky sounds giving it away. "Stop, Laurel," you said and pulled yourself from my mouth. For whatever reason, I did stop. I wanted to orgasm so damn badly, it hurt, but I stopped. It never occurred to me to just ignore you and take myself over the edge. You crawled onto the bed and I laid back as you moved between my legs, rubbing your cock against me. You rested the head of your cock against me, but didn't move. I raised my hips and put my hands on your hips, trying to pull you inside me, but you kept lifting yourself. You sat back and pulled my hips up so my ass was resting on your thighs, my legs spread around your body. It gave you a wonderful view of my pussy. You positioned yourself against my slit again and took my hand and pressed it against my pussy. "Play, Laurel. I want to watch you... but don't cum until I tell you to do so, okay?" I nodded and slid my finger around the head of your cock pressed against me. It wasn't hard to get my finger wet, I was incredibly wet. I couldn't touch my clit directly, it was too sensitive, so I gently rubbed on each slide of it. Slow, little circles around it...letting the warmth and sweetness build. You chose that moment to slide into my tight little pussy just a little; just stretching my opening around you. Oh God, baby, it felt so damn good. My clit sparked to life and I rubbed right on it with feathery little strokes. You kept pushing into me. Slow...jesus, painfully slow. I could feel every bit of your cock moving into me, stretching my walls to accommodate you. "Fuck, Laurel, you're so wet." Your voice sounded so husky, baby. I was throbbing...hard and aching pulses that started deep inside me and travelled down to my clit. I used my other hand and pulled back the little hood and bared my clit. "Oh yesss, baby." You said, "That's it, play with your clit for me...but don't cum yet, baby." You were moving so slowly, I don't know how you did it, but it was driving me nuts. I could feel it starting...the orgasm warming my belly and growing. I know you could feel my pussy the pulsing and squeezing that warns you I'm getting ready to cum. I took deep breaths through my mouth, trying to control it, but I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do so much longer. I groaned low in the back of my throat and gripped your cock hard. "Easy, baby," You sounded so in control and I was so out of control, "Almost there. I want to be all the way inside you when you cum. I'm going to stay perfectly still, watch you cum and feel you squeeze my cock like a vise." I knew you were watching your cock disappear inside me while I brought myself closer and closer to the edge. A sheen of sweat was covering me. This was excruciating...wonderful, but excruciating. "Jack," It was like a wave washing over me, "Please...baby...I have to cum." My fingers flew over my clit and I could feel your hands pulling my hips closer to you. You were there. I could feel your cock pressing all the way inside me, pressing against all those electrified sweet spots. You finally whispered the words I was dying to hear, "Now, Laurel. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby." It took mere seconds for the fire in my clit to explode. My back arched as if a electrical current was running through me. I forgot to breathe. It was incredible. So intense that it was almost painful. I squeezed you so hard you couldn't move. My tight pussy pulsing around you again and again. It felt like it was never going to stop. I could hear you whispering something, but I don't know what it was. Just as one orgasm subsided, another would break. My fingers couldn't stop rubbing my poor, sore clit and I just kept on cumming and cumming. After what seemed like a lifetime, I started to relax. I opened my eyes and tried to get you in focus. The look on your face, baby, was awesome. You leaned over and kissed me hard as you started to fuck me. Hard, deep thrusts that pressed you against my cervix, sending shivers up through me. I could feel your cock getting thicker inside me and your pace changed. Not nearly as rhythmic and much more instinctual. I squeezed you hard and lifted my hips, trying to get you deeper into me. "Your turn, baby." I whispered, "fill my pussy with your cum, Jack." Your breathing changed. "Cum for me, baby..." You slammed into me one more time and pressed hard against my body. I felt your cock pulsing inside me, shooting cum deep into my pussy. I kissed your damp forehead as you slowly came back to earth and pulled you down to rest on my body. You rolled on your side but stayed inside of me. We were both quiet, enjoying the afterglow. I moved my legs and they were terribly stiff. I was sore and I knew I wasn't going to be able to climb stairs or sit properly for a week...but it was so worth it. For both of us. Head Games (His head lay on her silky soft thigh, his nose whispering against the smooth satin crotch of the panties covering the exquisite softness of her pussy as he breathed in the erotically earthy scent of her sex. He pressed in slightly, moving his nose more urgently over the swollen softness, up and down the spreading bloom of lubricant moistening her crotch. Her hand tightened its grip in his hair when his nose slowed down to hover over and circle round and round her erect, tingling clit.) "Roy, sweetie, mommy's here. Can you hear me?" The erotic scent and feel of the faceless woman faded quickly as the man's mind shifted from the sublime pleasure of his internal sex life to the unpleasantness of the domineering stepmother he had left behind when he escaped into the comatose condition he had been in for almost a year. "Has he changed at all?" It was his detested stepmother's voice. "I'm afraid not, Mrs. Szabo." That was the voice of that woman who seemed to always be around whenever his mind listened to what was outside his mind. "Does he still ...?" his stepmother said, then hesitated. "Yes, ma'am," the caretaker's voice replied. "He still does." "How many times today?" "Well, about the same as yesterday." "He's ejaculated six times already?" "Actually, it's been eight times today." It was quiet for several minutes. They're looking at my hard-on, Roy's mind realized. "That's so ... well, disgusting," his stepmother's voice said. (He felt his mind slipping back into its own reality as it rejected the presence of his stepmother. Soft lips wrapped themselves around his throbbing cock while a strong tongue ran around and around its head. He stopped breathing briefly as his orgasm pushed for release, then shot up and into the mouth that milked it hungrily of his hot, slippery come.) "Oh, my God!" his stepmother said, the disgust evident in her voice. "Ejaculation is a perfectly natural bodily function for a man, Mrs. Szabo." "Maybe for some men, but not for my little Roy. He's different than other men." There was another moment of silence before his stepmother continued. "Does it ever go down?" "Maybe once or twice a day it gets softer, but most of the time it's like it is now." More silence followed during which Roy's mind returned to the room he never saw anymore. "Leave me alone with my son, please, Myra." "Yes, ma'am." A friendly hand patted his shoulder gently, followed by footsteps and the sound of a door closing. Warm breath tickled his ear. "I'm terribly disappointed in you, Roy," his stepmother's voice whispered. "You're doing this on purpose just to spite me, aren't you?" His mind began fading slowly into its own reality. "Ever since I caught you masturbating, you've been closing yourself off to me, and now you're trying to close me off totally. You were just a child then, Roy, but you're twenty-one now, and it's time for you to stop acting like a petulant child." (A warm slippery hand rubbed strongly and expertly up and down his cock, concentrating on its hyper-sensitive head and bringing him to an almost instantaneous orgasm.) "Shit!" his stepmother cried as his come sprayed up and onto both their faces. His head recoiled slightly as her hand slapped the side of his face strongly. "MYRA!" The door opened and Myra's familiar footsteps crossed the room. "You know what to do," his stepmother said. "I want it to be so sore he'll never want to have another ejaculation." "Don't worry, Mrs. Szabo. I know exactly what to do, but I don't know if it'll do any good. Do you want to watch?" "I'm no animal, Myra. I leave that up to you." His stepmother's footsteps crossed heavily to the door. "Wait until I've left the house if he's likely to make any noise." "Yes, ma'am. I know it hurts you to hear him cry." The door clicked shut. Myra's footsteps walked to the door, then returned following the sound of the lock sliding into place. "You're stepmother thinks you've been a bad boy, Roy. You know that, don't you? That's okay, you don't have to answer, but you know what's coming, don't you? You know I'm going to have to punish you." As she talked, preparing him for what was to come, his mind was aware of the sound of zippers and clothing being removed. His mind started to slide into itself again when her voice scolded him. "Uh, uh, uh, mister. You're not going to be able to get out of this. You stay right here and take your medicine." A warm, wet mouth sucked his hard cock deep inside as a soft, slippery pussy settled itself onto his face and humped up and over his chin, mouth and nose. "This is why I keep you so carefully and closely shaved, baby," Myra purred. Without being aware it was happening, his focus shifted from his cock to the scent and feel of her incredibly exciting and hungry pussy. "Oooh, God," she breathed. "Use your tongue, baby. I want it as far up inside me as you can get it." (Pleasure her. Pleasure her. Make it feel good for her. Make it exciting for her. Make her squirm. Make her come.) "Ooh, that's it, baby. Good and slow. Yeah. Now lick my clit, baby. Oh yeah. Slow. Slow. Ummmh! Oh yeah. Do you like it when I hump your face like this, baby? Oh yeah, right there. Right there! Oh, oh, I'm going to come on your face, baby. I'm coming. I'm coming!" His hips began to hump upwards at her mouth as he felt the muscles in her crotch tighten, then spasm in orgasm as she prolonged her own pleasure by wiping her sopping wet crotch over his face. "Okay, baby, now you," she said, gasping slightly as she ground her clit into his nose. After one final suckle at his throbbing hard erection, he felt her moving around a bit before her hand took hold of him and guided him inside her still spasming vagina. (The hot, hard cock slid into his twat, easily forcing itself past the tightened muscles at the entrance, causing him to gasp with the pleasure of it. The abnormally long and thick cock slid deep into him, pushing firmly at his cervix before sliding all the way back to the entrance to slide back up inside again. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming. Don't stop, his mind screamed, keep pumping, keep moving inside me. Oh God. Oh God. Faster. Faster. Now slower. Slower. The pleasure in the head of my cock is so intense I can barely stand it. Don't stop pumping, baby. I'm going to come again. I'm going to come inside you, Myra. I'm going to fill you with my come. Oh, man, it almost hurts. It almost hurts. Oh, God, it feels so incredibly strong, so incredibly good. Deeper, baby, deeper. Now! We're coming! We're coming!) Both bodies on the bed spasmed simultaneously, trembling and twitching in the throes of orgasm. After several moments, Myra collapsed onto the still trembling Roy. "That's never happened before, Roy," she breathed. "I felt your orgasm. I felt what you felt. I felt your come shooting up through your cock and then I felt it splashing against my cervix and dribbling down my ass." (I always wanted to know how it felt to have an orgasm as a woman. That was incredible! My twat is still tingling with pleasure, and so's my cock. This is amazing!) Myra rolled off Roy and sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked over at Roy's still erect cock, then reached back to take it in her hand. "Amazing," she said softly. "I can feel my hand around your cock as if it was mine." She spread her knees slightly and reached down to rub her crotch with her left hand. (Umh! What a marvelous feeling to have someone rubbing my crotch like this. Ooh, that's marvelous. Rub my clit some more.) Myra stood, then leaned down to plant a gentle, loving kiss on Roy's lips. "I knew one day I could make this happen," she whispered. "I'm going to pull the sheet up so you won't be naked when your night nurse gets here, and I'm going to give you some more of your medicine before I leave. David will be here before long, but he's the same as your stepmother, so you can go back into yourself until I'm back tomorrow." As Roy, encouraged by Myra's hallucinogenic drug, drifted back into his erotic coma, a slightly overweight middle aged woman of unremarkable appearance looked back at the young man lying on the bed before closing the door behind her. A subtle smile crossed her face as she felt Roy's pre-orgasmic fullness already building in the room behind her. (Her hands held her full, firm breasts up so that he could lick and nibble on her large, erect nipples. Her breath caught as he rolled her left nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger while suckling contentedly at the other.) "Mrs. Szabo? This is Myra. No, there's no problem. Just calling to let you know that Roy has dropped even more deeply into his coma. I think you'd be wasting your time visiting him ... at least, for the time being." "Is he still having those spontaneous ejaculations?" "He didn't have any more of them while I was there, and that was quite unusual. I believe that I was able to get the danger of his fantasies through to him after you left, but it does seem to have caused him to withdraw farther into himself." "So, you don't think I should bother coming by?" "No, Mrs. Szabo. He won't even be aware you're there." After a long moment, Myra heard what sounded like a long, relieved exhalation of Mrs. Szabo's breath. "Well, then, that's good. Frankly, it's been a huge burden going to see him. He doesn't really deserve my loyalty, anyway, because he never really listened to anything I said." There was a moment's hesitation during which she realized how bad that sounded before she stammered, "Be sure to call me when you think I should visit him again." Myra smiled. "I'll be certain to let you know, Mrs. Szabo." * * * * David looked up expectantly when Myra pushed the door open. He indicated the bed with a nod of his head. "Notice anything different?" he asked. Roy lay with a sheet covering him up to his shoulders. Myra's eyebrow cocked with amusement. "No tent," she said. "Exa-a-ctly," David laughed. "He's been quiet AND quiet, if you get my drift." "Interesting," Myra said thoughtfully. David looked at her questioningly. "Did anything special happen yesterday?" he asked. Myra felt as if she blushed, but if she did, it didn't appear that David noticed. She looked up and held his eye as she replied. "His stepmother was here." "Oh, I see," he said. "So she must've said something to shut him down even further than he was before?" "Something like that. I told her she should stay away until I tell her it's okay to see him again." "Wow, that was ballsy. What was her reaction?" Myra smiled. "Relief, actually. She tried to cover it, but I think she really hates him. She just wants the money he inherited when his dad died." "I'd heard he'd inherited a few bucks." "He's a multi-millionaire, actually. I think she wants me to treat him poorly so he'll die so she can get her hands on the money." "Why can't she just have him declared incompetent and go for guardianship?" "The will specifies that she can't. She only gets the money if he checks out." David looked at Myra guardedly. "She hasn't ...," he began. "Asked me to help it along?" Myra interjected. David shrugged. "Something like that." "Not in so many words -- certainly nothing that you could take to court -- but she wouldn't ask any questions if he suddenly turned up dead." David cocked his head. "How much do you think it could be worth ..." "Stop," Myra interrupted. "Don't even think it." "I was just wondering," he said lamely. "Don't wonder." "Okay, okay. Look, I won't be able to be here tonight," David said. "I can have Connie cover." "I'll just stay here tonight," Myra told him. "There's plenty of food in the fridge." "You're sure?" "Yep. No problem. Really." Myra smiled as the door closed behind David. She could feel Roy's cock rising under the sheet. She could feel the sheet's rough surface as it rubbed over the head of his rapidly swelling dick. When she reached up and scratched at her nipples through the fabric of her blouse and bra, she felt the tingling in both her pussy and his cock. She turned and walked to the bed, pulled the sheet away from his cock and leaned down to place a kiss on the tip which already oozed just the slightest amount of pre-come. "I'm here, baby," she cooed. "We're gonna come, and then we're gonna go. I'm taking you out of here. You'll never have to see your stepmother again." A rush of erotic anticipation shivered through both their bodies. "How would you like to find out how tight the other hole is, baby?" (Wow, my twat just started gushing. I'm going to see what it feels like to have a huge cock sliding into my asshole.) She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth, marveling at the exquisite pleasure both of them were receiving from it, then felt the level of their pleasure explode as she slid her hand into her panties and rubbed her lubricant over her slit and clit. She moaned involuntarily with the intensity of their shared pleasure, then pulled away to look down on his throbbing, bobbing erection. "I want that bad boy in me, baby," she told him as she took a bottle of lubricant from her purse. His hips rose up in search of the source of the pleasure when he felt the slippery liquid oozing down the front of his cock, then thrust at her hands as she rubbed the lubricant sensuously up and down the shaft. His hips settled back onto the bed as she sat down onto it and worked the head of his cock slowly, almost painfully past her sphincters, then eased it deeper and deeper into her ass. (Oh, shit! What an incredible feeling! I'm totally filled with my own cock which is being held tighter than I ever thought it could be.) Myra licked her fingers before reaching down to rub her clit and pound two fingers up inside her pussy as she moved up and down, forcing their huge dick deeper and deeper into her until she was completely unaware of anything except the shared joy of the sexual tension building within them. (This is what I've always wanted. Nothing exists except the pleasure of sexual fulfillment. I don't want it to ever end. I want to be teetering at the edge of orgasm forever. I want to come, but I don't want it to end.) "Oh, God, baby. This is unbelievable. I don't want it to end. I want us to be here forever. I want us to come, but I don't want it to end." (We can't hold on any longer. We're going to come. We're coming. We're coming! Unh, unh, unh!) Stars twinkled in their minds as his come exploded into her ass, and she collapsed heavily onto him as they both lost consciousness at the height of their orgasm. It was dark outside when Myra awoke. She had rolled off to the side of Roy whose head lolled to the side she was on. Though still obviously under the influence of his drug induced coma, he nevertheless had her nipple in his mouth, suckling intimately and contentedly. She sighed with the erotic waves of pleasure his suckling generated. "I'm glad it feels this good for you, too," she said softly as she ran her fingers affectionately through his hair. "Even though all I really want is for us to fuck our brains out for the rest of whatever, we really have to get out of here before your stepmother decides to check in again." At the mention of his stepmother, his mind began to fade into itself. "No, don't. We don't do that anymore, Roy. We want always to be we." Myra smiled as she felt him return. "You'll never need to escape that way again, baby," she cooed as she put on her clothes. "We're going to be us from now on. Do you understand?" For the first time in almost a year, his eyes opened and focused on her full, red lips. She smiled as she felt their shared cock begin to harden with the desire to have those full lips wrapped around it. "Okay, baby, but we'll leave as soon as I'm done." His eyes closed reluctantly much like those of a dead tired infant giving up the fight to stay awake, but the smile on his lips as she lowered her head to take him into her mouth made her pussy tingle with the pleasure she knew she was about to confer on both of them. "From now on you won't have to hide inside your head to have all the sex you want," she said. "The only head games you'll need from now on will involve my mouth on your cock and your mouth on my pussy." She backed off and looked at his handsome face. "Ready, baby?" His eyes didn't open, but his head nodded. "Do it," he whispered. "Welcome back to the living, baby," she murmured happily as she shared the pleasure of her tongue gliding up the front of his cock.