5 comments/ 17417 views/ 2 favorites Shadow Man By: SweetWitch This story was previously posted here on Literotica. Recently it was published in a horror magazine. Thank you all for taking the time to read it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ~Molly * * * * * Cold. She was chilled to the bone, unable to move. Even the talons of the creatures that mauled her were made of ice. They gouged deep furrows in her flesh that seeped drops of crimson. Tala fought in the chilling darkness, desperately trying to escape the grasping tentacles that held her prisoner. They were everywhere, imprisoning her body, confining her in the nightmare world of black dreams. They held her fast, unrelenting as they pried her legs and arms apart, preparing her for... him. The beast loomed over her, a giant with the face of evil. He was nude, his powerful muscles flexing under blood-red skin, his manhood jutting out at an angle from his mammoth body. She screamed in horror as his laughter filled the air around her. One long tapered finger traced a single path between her breasts down her body, causing gooseflesh to rise. "You are mine, Little Wolf," his deep voice said. She felt her body being lifted, leveling her sex with his. Shrieking again, she renewed her struggles, growing dangerously close to hysteria. He really meant to fuck her. His hand was on her skin again, his fingers plucking at her nipples, twisting and pulling. Even through the cold, she felt her body respond. She hated him for that. Both his hands slid down her body, his sharp claws grazing the flesh of her abdomen. Then he reached the area exposed by her legs being forced so far apart. "I wonder what you struggle against, Tala," the beast said, his lips curling in a sinister leer of razor-sharp fangs. "Is it your fear of me, or your own lust?" "Get away from me, you freak!" she screeched, her back arching as she fought against the creatures that held her. His laughter filled the air again, even as one large finger slipped between the wet folds of her flesh. "Your body is ready for me, ripe and wet, and I shall have what I came for." She could feel the bulbous head of his cock pushing at her flesh, trying to force itself in. Her body twisted, her muscles clenching tightly as she fought against the tentacle-like limbs that held her. They seemed to be growing barbs that pierced her cold skin, scratching her everywhere. The cold spread through her, rattling her bones until her teeth chattered. The darkness closed around her as she thrashed, but still she fought. Finally, she managed to fight to the surface, away from the demons and the beast until she found herself alone. "It's just a dream," she breathed, coming fully awake. The full moon gleamed brightly, casting eerie shadows across the landscape. Her teeth clicked together audibly, causing her jaw to ache. Was she lying on a bed of thorns? Upon inspection, she found that the barbs that gouged her skin were the dry grasses of the autumn field. She was lying in a meadow, naked and exposed. Try as she might, she could not remember how she had gotten here. Shaking her head ruefully, she pulled herself up to sit with her arms wrapped about her bare flesh in an effort to protect herself from the bitter wind. Tala had done this before. She had been a sleep-walker all her life. It only happened during times of stress. "Stupid jerk," she whispered, thinking of Mikhail. Mikhail had coerced her into going to the Jaycees Haunted House, telling her that all the other guys' girlfriends and wives would be there. He wasn't going to be satisfied until she promised to come see him as he did his best to frighten the kiddies in his monster costume. So she went even though she'd had a thing about those places since her early youth. The evening had brought back those ugly memories of her childhood visit to the local haunted house. She'd hated it then and she hated it now. The hours had stretched out until her head ached and she finally left, seeking her bed and sleep. Now she was paying the price. With no way of knowing how late it actually was, or even where she was, Tala struggled to her feet. The light of the moon was bright enough to give her a good glimpse of her surroundings. It didn't take long to get her bearings. How had she gotten this far out and why did she have to sleep in the nude? Taking the first tentative steps toward home, she stopped dead in her tracks. A noise drifted to her, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was the sound of heavy footsteps steadily crunching in the dried grass. Glancing warily about, she finally caught a glimpse of someone coming toward her. A hulking, shadowy figure was walking straight toward her. The sureness of his step told her that he was intent upon his purpose. She dove into the tall grass, using it as camouflage as she tried to make good her escape. Keeping low, she scurried along the ground, attempting to keep distance between herself and the Shadow Man. Her ruse apparently didn't work. She could hear him getting closer, each crunch of the grass behind her telling her that he would soon reach her. What did he want? Finally, blinding fear took over. Tala bounded to her feet, running through the tall grass as fast as her bare flesh would carry her. The Shadow Man started running too. He wasn't far behind. She could hear the grunts of breath that escaped his lungs with each step he took. Too late she saw where the ground dropped before her. With legs and arms flailing wildly, she tumbled into a gaping sinkhole. The walls were too steep, the grass and weeds that had taken root over the long summer too slick with dew for her feet and hands to find purchase. Try as she might, every time she scrambled half way to the top, her body would tumble back down again. She was trapped. Then he was there, landing behind her after leaping into the trench. Tala remained rooted to the ground, unable to move, unable to turn to see what nightmarish conjuring had taken shape on this All Hallows Eve. Not even the brisk autumn air on her nude skin could penetrate the terror that held her prisoner. Whatever had been stalking her, it was warm. She could feel the heat of his flesh as he drew near, could feel his warm breath on her skin. Run, fool, a voice inside her head shrieked, but she stood frozen, paralyzed with fear. A sharp whimper escaped her lips when she felt the grip of his fingers on her shoulder. Her body, shaken with tremors of dread and cold, was pulled backward into the hard embrace of her captor. Tala squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to see what was surely the face of horror. She tried to keep her body erect, tried to keep as much of herself as possible from making contact with whatever had itself wrapped around her. Her resolve weakened when his heat began to seep into her freezing bones. The warmth of his breath tickled her ear, further testing her limits. She wanted to scream, to lash out at him, but all she could manage was a hollow moan. The arms that had snaked around her held her fast in their hard grip. They didn't feel like those appendages of her earlier nightmare, but they terrified her just the same. Yet, the hands attached to those arms were surprisingly gentle when they touched her breasts, caressing her as passionately as any lover. She began, finally, to struggle, twisting in the circle of his arms, lashing out with her sharp nails. At this point, she didn't know if she was fighting out of the terror he provoked, or the fear that her body might react as it did to the beast in the dream. The Shadow Man seized her wrists, pinning them to her sides. "Stop." That single word, whispered so softly in her ear, seemed to echo around and through her, stilling her movements. She was motionless again, her heart pounding a cadence of fright against the bony walls of her chest. Tala felt the hands of Shadow Man caressing her once more, touching her bare flesh softly, grazing her torso with his palms. She whimpered, shivering almost painfully when his lips played over the curve of her neck. One of his hands pressed against her belly, pulling her back into his hard center. His hips moved, grinding into the small of her back as his fingers moved lower. Her breath escaped in a shivery gasp as a single digit worked its way through the trim curls between her thighs, seeking her most intimate flesh. She clamped her legs together tightly. Trying to escape his probing finger only caused her to press more firmly against the hardness behind her. But he refused to be denied, forcing his knee between her thighs, prying them apart. One hand teased her nipples, alternating between them, pulling, tweaking, twisting gently. The hand between her legs probed her flesh, separating the folds to dance around her rapidly hardening clit. How could her body betray her like this? His finger dipped in, finding the slick secretions of her arousal, his voice a moan in her ear. A chill ran the length of her spine, dancing over her skin in the form of gooseflesh. The hardness behind her grew in size, pressing insistently into her back, the cloth of his trousers chafing her. His wet finger tormented her, tracing circles around the hard button that seemed to be the center of her being. She hated him for making her feel, for making her want more. Once again, she began to fight against him -- and the need building in her body. "Quiet," he whispered, his sharp teeth grazing the shell of her ear. Shivers of pleasure danced over her skin when his teeth moved lower, nipping at the long line of her neck. One arm held her in his iron grip as his other hand worked between their bodies to loosen his clothing. Then his flesh, hard and unrelenting, ground against her as if attempting to gain entrance. Shadow Man growled, seizing her arms, bending her forward and placing her hands on the sloping wall of the sinkhole. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide, his hands pushing the globes of her ass apart when he dropped to his knees behind her. "Please..." she whimpered, half in fear and half in desire. His answer was a low chuckle as his face pressed into her. The cold receded around her, dispelled by the fire his tongue ignited. It flicked over her clit, shocking her with the ferocity of her own arousal. Then that nimble oral muscle found its way inside her, exploring her wet flesh in a way that had her hips undulating despite her fear. He stood again, pressing his hands to her back, bending her lower as he took up position behind her. She could feel his fingers digging into her waist, could feel the velvety head of his cock lined up at her opening. With a mighty lunge, his hips drove home, impaling her. She screamed into the night at a pleasure so intense it was near pain. He held there a moment, seeming to await some signal from her. She didn't move, gasping for air, wondering what he would do next. He released one hip, moving his hand around front of her, between her legs to find the hard nub that throbbed with need. Her body began to move in time to his slow caressing fingers, trying to grind into him. That was all the incentive he needed, pulling back to plunge his hard cock in again. She was lost then, matching his thrusts with her own pumping hips. Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the walls of the little gulch to couple with their animal grunts. The finger tormenting her clitoris moved faster, pressing into her flesh to crush the little button. A coil of pleasure tightened in her belly until it exploded outward, crashing through her insides. If not for his arms holding her in position, she'd have fallen on her face, so intense was her orgasm. He continued to pummel her from behind, his pace quickening with each stroke. His voice growled, his hand reaching for her breast. The nipple he seized was tortured, twisted, squeezed and pulled, mixing pleasure with pain. She had not had a chance to recover from the explosion of pleasure before the coil started to tighten again. He was pounding into her so hard that her feet left the ground more than once, causing her head to hit the side of the sinkhole. Still he fucked her, relentlessly pushing her toward that sharp release once again. His growls grew more feral, sounding like a rabid animal as his cock grew and swelled. He tensed, driving hard into her one more time, roaring into the night air as he came. The hot spurts of his seed, filling her, drove her over the tenuous edge of pleasure. She screamed once more, her inner muscles milking every last drop of liquid from his phallus. Shadow Man seemed to fold up behind her, collapsing on the ground, his tight embrace taking her with him. "Damn," he gasped. "That was hot." With her terror abated by sated pleasure, the sound of his voice took on a certain familiarity that had her twisting against his frame. She rolled over on top of him to see his masked face. The mask only covered the top half of his face, leaving the bottom half a smirking grin she knew all too well. She smacked the side of his head, tearing the mask away. "You asshole," she yelled, hitting him again. "I swear to God, Mikhail. If I wasn't so exhausted, I'd tear your heart out. What are you doing here?" "The better question is what are you doing here? When I got to your house tonight, I saw you walking toward the fields. Do you like to walk naked at night in the cold a lot?" She shook her head, snuggling against his warmth. "I... I guess I was sleepwalking again. It's your fault, you know. If you hadn't forced me to go to that stupid haunted house thing, I wouldn't have had nightmares. I'm really pissed at you." "I'm sorry, Babe," he said, none too convincingly. "Let's get you home." The two of them struggled to their feet, Tala shivering in the cold. Mikhail removed his coat, draping it over her shoulders. He turned to scramble up the wall of their love nest, reaching a hand to her once he'd escaped. She tossed his coat up before slipping her fingers into his. His hand wrapped around hers, squeezing so hard that it startled her. She looked up into the grinning face of her boyfriend, caught the mocking light of the moon in the silvery glint of his eyes. Her own smile was tremulous. She was embarrassed and more than a little nervous over what had just happened. She would be glad to be back in her own home. "From now on I wear pajamas to bed," she murmured as he pulled her up. "Not on your life," he laughed, holding the coat for her to slip into. "I like you naked in the wilderness." They walked hand in hand toward her house. Tala cried out more than once as her bare feet tromped over the rough path. Mikhail lifted her, carrying her without effort until they reached her yard. She hadn't realized how strong a man he was. When he set her on her feet, she looked around to find all the outside lights on. Indeed, every light in the house was blazing. "Hey," she groused. "Did you have to turn on every light in the place? I'm the one who pays the bills here, you know." She turned to give him a withering glare. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips curled, more of a snarl than a smile. His eyes changed, the moonlight no longer glinting silver in them, but glowing red as hellfire. "There you are," a voice exclaimed from the door of her house. Tala let out a squeal, whirling around to see Mikhail standing under the porch lamp, still in his monster costume from the haunted house. How...? "I got here and found you gone and the place open. I was just about to call the cops," he continued, walking toward her. Her eyes were riveted on his face, staring open-mouthed at her seemingly innocuous boyfriend. How could he play a joke like this? Then she heard laughter, the hideous sound echoing from behind, surrounding her. Her body revolved, spinning to see who -- or what -- had carried her home, only to discover him gone. With a start, she twirled around, looking in every direction, but he was nowhere to be seen. She tore the tainted coat from her body, rushing to the arms of the real Mikhail. "Hey," he said, hugging her shivering form. "You're naked. What happened?" She didn't answer, only whimpered in terror as that insidious laughter continued to echo in her brain. The voice of the creature spoke to her, using words that only she heard. "You are mine, Little Wolf." She clamped her hands over her ears, screaming unintelligible words into the night. "Tala," Mikhail said, trying to break through the hysteria that gripped her. "Tala!" He continued to yell, shaking her like a rag doll. She could feel her head snapping back and forth on her neck, heard his voice drilling through the terror. It didn't matter. She let the darkness that crowded the edges of her consciousness take her. Time has a way of passing in the darkness of one's mind. She had no way of knowing how many hours, or even days, had gone by, but she was sure it was a long passing. It was the pain that first brought her back. There's a certain horror in pain -- a terror all its own. There is no escaping it. It holds you prisoner in its own chamber in hell. Tala shrieked, thrashing violently, trying to throw off the clawing tentacles that held her while voices spoke soothingly. One of those voices was Mikhail's. He sounded so forlorn that she couldn't help but open her eyes. The pain subsided as she gazed into his eyes. Why was he looking at her like that? "Mikhail?" Her voice was barely audible, hoarse and squeaky, like a rusty hinge that hasn't been used in a long time. "You know me?" he asked, his eyebrows arching upward. "Of course I know you. We've been dating for two years now. What's going on? I can't move. What's happening to me?" "They had to restrain you, Baby. When the pain started, you were fighting them. Everything's going to be okay now." "But it hurts," she whispered as the pain returned, clawing at her insides until she thought she would burst apart. "Just breathe through it, Honey. It's almost time." "Time? Time for what?" She lifted her head, looking at the room and the people gathered around her. They were dressed in immaculate white scrubs with masks on their faces. Her confusion mounted. Why was she in a hospital? The pain took her then, drawing her muscles into knots. The pressure in her abdomen and groin was tremendous. She let out another scream, crushing Mikhail's hand in her grip. She was gasping for breath as she looked down the length of her body. Below her breasts was a mound that distended her belly so far that she couldn't see her own feet that were held in cold steel stirrups. "What is that?" she asked, indicating her swollen abdomen. "And where am I?" "That's my son, Sugar, and you're in the hospital. Remember?" The words sank in slowly, her head shaking slightly. "No. Hospital? Son?" "Honey," he said, watching her eyes. "You're in the psych ward. You got lost in your head for awhile, but you're back now." "The head's crowning," one man said from behind his mask. "We need you to push, Tala." "No!" she screeched, fighting once again. Mikhail's fingers wrapped gently about her face, forcing her to look at him. "Tala, I love you. You have to push now. Once the baby's born we can be a family. We'll get you out of this place and go home." "No," she whispered as tears spilled from her eyes. "It's not yours. The Shadow Man did it." She began to sob, wrenching against the restraints that held her fast. "Get it out of me!" she screamed, clawing at the flesh of her sides where her arms were strapped down. "It's killing me." "We may have to sedate her," the man said, waving a bloodied, gloved hand at a nearby woman. Shadow Man "Honey, you gotta push now. We're going to be a family." Had Mikhail not heard her? His hand was in hers again, pulling her nails away from her ragged flesh. "It's killing me," she whispered. "It's sucking the life out of me. Cut it out. Get it out of me now." He had tears in his eyes when he looked at one of the medical people on the other side of her swollen body. The woman shook her head, turning away with a pitiful cluck of her tongue. Why wouldn't they listen? The pain was unbearable, tearing at her insides, ripping her apart. If they weren't going to do anything, she would have to do it herself. "I can't move," she cried. "Get this strap off my chest. I have to get it out, I can't push it out." "Doctor?" one woman asked, turning her face to the man at the end of the table. "Release her shoulders," he said with a nod. "Now, Tala, bear down." But she had already raised her shoulders, curling her chin to her chest, pushing with muscles she'd never before used. Some instinct told her what to do. She wanted the thing out now. "That's good," said the doctor. "Just relax a minute now." But she ignored him, taking another deep breath to bear down. She clenched tightly, using every ounce of strength to push the creature into the world. "Whoa, here he comes," the doctor said as people jumped to attention. There was a flurry of activity, with instruments being passed and voices barking orders. She let out a whimper, giving one more mighty push before falling back against the hard padding with a thud. Something had given way and the pressure was released. It was over. "Congratulations, Mom," the man said. "You have a beautiful son." "Thank you, Honey," Mikhail whispered, nuzzling against her forehead. Tala began to moan, her mind reeling in horror at what she'd just done. She'd given birth to darkness. That darkness clawed at her mind, surrounding her as she heard the voices around her proclaiming the uncommon beauty of the infant. The doctor held the pretty baby up for her to see. His skin was flawless, his head covered by a shock of coal-black hair. The thing looked as perfect as a china doll -- until it opened its eyes. The creature looked at her, its eyes fully focusing on hers. In their depths she saw the same eyes that had so terrified her that moonlit Halloween night. The baby's lips curled, just enough for her alone to see, into the slightest of smiles. "Thank you, Mother," the Shadow Man's voice resonated through her addled mind. "You have given me life. The world is mine now." "Take it away," Tala whispered, turning her head. "Her pressure's dropping, Doctor," a woman to her left said. She could hear the anxiety in the voices around her, but didn't care. When Mikhail spoke to her, she shut her eyes. The world was damned and it was her fault. Not even the jabs of the hypodermic needles they used to administer medications could penetrate the darkness that continued to feast on her. "We're losing her," someone said. "What's going on here? Get the crash cart." Mikhail was shouting at her. A voice told him he had to leave, but he continued to beg her to fight. She had no fight left. The creature had stolen her strength. She was no longer breathing, her heart slowing until the darkness swallowed her whole. With the last beat of her dying organs, she heard that voice again, laced with the hideous laughter that was supremely his alone. "You have served me well, Little Wolf." Shadow Man I started to mess with the silk top Marisol made me wear. It was so flimsy. Barely a handkerchief worth of fabric held on by two braided straps. It flew to the sides as I moved and couldn't help but wonder if it was going to fly off. Marisol squeezed my hand and I snapped out of my clothing quandary. It seemed that she had charmed the bouncer while I was spacing out, though, seeing how his eyes traversed my barely covered form I would say her fashion sense did the trick. We walked into the club and I couldn't help but relax as we reached the smoky dim interior. It reminded me of being in Sara's bedroom as she smoked in the dark. I pushed the thought away as Marisol guided me to the bar. The music was rhythmic and pulsing. I knew that I would soon be amongst the crowd letting it move them. "Four shots of Patron Silver." "What? Mari, that's too..." "Don't question me. I want you drunk and hooked up tonight. Plus we both know that I'm not going to let you pay for booze." I swallowed my protests as she divided up the shots. I took one of the cool shooters in my hand and stared at the crystal liquid within. If this would erase Sara from my head I would gladly die of indulgence. We each licked salt off our hands and downed the first shot. The burning liquid was almost too much for me and I relished the stinging lime. I wasted no time on the second shot, not wanting to push it away in disgust. Mari laughed under her breath. "Good start. Now two tequila sunrises and we can scope the place out." . . . We rounded the club as I felt the alcohol start to over take my body. My face became heated and my limbs became loose. I barely glanced at the people she pointed out. I couldn't care less. I hadn't felt a stirring in six months. A cute club rat wasn't going to entice me. "Mari, please, can we go dance now?" I could tell she wasn't happy with that idea but I didn't care. I needed to move. The tequila made the music feel like it was inside me and I had to embrace it. She nodded and we made our way to the center of the floor to dance. Mari hates the crush of the center but I relish it. All the bodies so close together that you feel like you are part of everything, Sara had taught me that. As I remembered I stopped for a moment. God where had that come from? Then I looked up, and saw him. My eyes were drawn to the end of the bar and this perfect figure of a man. I was at least twenty feet away but I swear I could see the muscles in his face move as he spoke and the creases in his button up shirt as he turned on his stool toward the dance floor. His eyes flashed and he held me there in his gaze. I could see him pushing me against a wall, lifting me so our bodies were more securely pressed together as he kissed me hard, invading my mouth, his hands lifting and spreading my legs before he pushed aside my thong, and speared me with his hard cock. Then in a flash the picture was gone. I looked away thanking the Goddess that Marisol couldn't read my mind or she would have marched me over to him and told him to fuck me before I lost the urge. It had been six months since someone touched me, since I wanted someone to touch me. The second I had stopped hearing the click of Sara's stilettos I had became numb; the space between my legs becoming a black hole, not to be found or entered. I hadn't even masturbated since she left. Sex had died, and now this shadowy man had me burning with need. I pushed the awakened feelings into dancing. I became fluid and insistent, adding to the music, my eyes closing to push the transformation further. I was steam, light, anything but flesh. Then I felt those hands, large and calloused, on my bare hips. The thin material of my skirt let me feel the large bulge pressing against my ass and I reached back to link my fingers behind his head. I don't know when Marisol left us and I'm not ashamed to say I didn't care. I knew who was behind me. We moved together swaying to the insistent beat; his hands everywhere and nowhere. His very presence stoking a fire I thought had died. I pushed back against him and I heard him grunt at the added pressure on his manhood. He stopped dancing and turned me. With out time for breath he pulled me to him claiming my mouth with his. My body melted in his arms. As suddenly as it began the kiss ended and he broke away leaving me dazed. His hands on my hips kept me upright as he stared into my eyes. He walked away and I knew to follow. I didn't question my actions; I was past the point of stopping. I was going to follow him wherever he led me. I followed him past the back of the bar to a hallway I hadn't noticed. It was dark and I could barely see him ahead of me. When my sight finally failed me he pushed me against the wall. My head slammed against the plaster but I didn't care. His mouth was hard against mine and I locked my right leg around him as he bit my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth as he grinded his straining enclosed cock against my abdomen. I hadn't been with a man in two years but all the things I had forgotten where coming back. The soft feel of a dick in my mouth; the salty sweet taste of seamen; the feel of a warm thick cock pulsating inside me; feeling his heart beat between my legs; the gruff sound of a man's moans; strong hands holding and directing me... He moved away from me again and I groaned at the loss of his heat and pressure. I heard him turn a knob and yellow light suddenly blinded me. "Come." My mind flashed to Sara's face between my thighs. Her piercing green eyes staring up at me with her mouth poised above my clit and her light brown hair sticking to my legs before she finished me. The memory must have paralyzed me because her face was ripped from my mind by a bruising grasping kiss. I opened my eyes focusing on the light stubble on his jaw. I looked up at him and saw the question in his eyes. I nodded. . . . My body was humming along with the engine. Each nerve ending was alive and in the moment. I didn't know where we were going and didn't care as long as we got there fast. If he let me I would have mounted him in the car but he had smiled and said to wait so that's what I did. At the first intersection he placed his hand possessively on my knee and it began slowly making it's way up my thigh. Every inch excited me more and more. I could barely keep my breathing steady. It took all my self-control to let him seduce me at his own pace instead of forcing his fingers inside of me where I ached to have them. My eyes were glued to his fingers lazily massaging my thigh, slow circles that were all but etched into my skin because of how sensitive I had become. My skin was alive and nerve ending was at attention. When his fingers finally made it to the hem of my tight skirt I sighed, melting into the seat, as he quickly pulled the thin jersey up my thighs to clear the way. I lifted my ass and pulled the other side of the skirt to make sure it settled bunched up around my waist. Then his fingers returned to where they were and continued their slow assent up my thighs. As his fingers got closer he began to drag them across my inner thighs every few inches. My fingers started to curl around the edges of the seat and scratched against the leather. My heart beat quickly and I was breathing heavily as I turned to see him smirking; calmly watched the road. I had to distract him. At the next light I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his tight jeans with one hand while the other released his hard dick from his cotton boxers and brought my mouth down for a slow suck before he could react. I could hear him give off a deep moan above my head and sucked him deeper. I could no longer hear the engine or the traffic or even the music that had been softly playing for the last ten minutes; all I could hear were his moans, my heartbeat, and the slurp of my mouth tasting and sucking and devouring his aching cock. I pulled down his foreskin to get more contact with the head and his tightening abdomen told me that was the right thing to do. Bobbing my mouth quickly over the head and dragging my tongue across the opening I got my first taste of pre cum in over four years, and it was heavenly. The sweet salty liquid was what I craved and I tongued the opening for every last trace. I didn't know if we were driving and for the moment I no longer cared. I could have stayed that way until he came but he had other ideas. Taking a firm grip of the hair at the back of my head he pulled me off his dick and clamed my mouth. We shared the last traces of salt as he pushed me back into the passenger seat. This time he wasted no time in plunging into my weeping wet hole. I gasped as he pushed inside me and moved my hips to meet his hand; he grinded my clit with his thumb as he moved his fingers inside me. Every movement of his hand caused me to moan into his mouth. He pulled his finger out of my aching vagina and stared into my eyes as he licked them clean. For the smallest moment we paused and I watched a thought pass through his mind. "Five minutes." Then he hit the gas and drove like a maniac to our destination. I could barely catch my breath. . . . After groping and kissing at almost every turn we made it into what I assumed was his apartment. He slowed down once he got me into his bedroom, much to my chagrin and delight. The only light was leaking out from his bathroom and I sat in heat on his four-poster bed as I watched him slowly remove his clothing. Taking his time to unfasten each tiny button and leave a neat pile of clothing on the floor. As he walked toward me I couldn't help but take a moment to take all of him in. Dark eyes, strong jaw, and thin lips that were driving me crazy; perfectly sculptured shoulders and thin body that wasn't in the best shape but exactly the way it should be; and his skin, mmm, damn that skin was like cream. I felt like a cat wanting to lap up every inch of him. When he got to me he slowly pulled off my skimpy excuse for a shirt, letting it fall lightly to the floor and I watched as his eyes drifted down to take in my bare breasts. I've always been very proud of them. Small though they are, they are just enough for a hand and perky to boot. My only complaint being that they never much responded to ministrations of lovers past; except Sara. Somehow she got them to come alive at her touch and they ached for her lips and her teeth every time she appeared. So I watched him take one breast into his strong hand and did not expect any kind of reaction. The second his mouth enclosed itself around my hard nipple I had a sharp intake of breathe. It was wonderful. I could feel the pressure as he sucked the small bud into the cavern of his mouth and each time his tongue flicked across it I felt the sensation all the way down to my clit. My pussy was throbbing and crying for his dick but he wasn't going to stop until he had thoroughly explored each tit. He licked and bit and teased the skin of my breasts making me shudder and twist. My moans became longer and throatier with each minute and as much as I wanted him inside me I couldn't bring myself to stop the lovely sensations he was creating. He gently pushed me down onto the bed and I languished in the heat radiating off my skin as he removed my skirt and tiny lace thong. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down with a hand in the center of my chest. "Not done yet." That's when I knew I was going to leave his apartment a very happy girl. Before his mouth even made contact with my clit his breath on my wet lips sent shivers up my spine. He slowly ran his finger up and down my slit giving my clit a flick each time he passed. His mouth was nibbling on my inner thighs and brought a whimper to my lips. He took his time playing with me, bringing his mouth closer and closer to where I wanted him; lightly licking and nibbling the lips around my hot core, delving into my juicy center but never quite getting to my clit. It had always been so hard for me to get off. Sara and I worked hard toward each slight peak; I didn't find it important though. As great as an orgasm could be it was unnecessary in the greatness that was sex. This man was something else though. I could feel something building and could think of nothing better than having an orgasm after Goddess knows how long. I could barely stand the sensations as it was when he finally took my clit between his teeth and slowly pulled while thrusting two fingers into my dripping cavern. I squealed loudly and arched on the bed. I couldn't think straight. The world was centered around my vagina and I was caught in the pleasure. Tugging and twisting his sheets in my hands I was barely aware of how loud I was. When my mind wasn't taken by his mouth and fingers I was taken aback by the high-pitched squeaking and guttural moans I was emitting. I had never made noises like that before. When he stopped devouring me my mind paused. I did not know how to react or what was happening. Then I screamed in ecstasy a second later when he speared me with one hard thrust, and a mind shattering orgasm starting from where his cock hit my cervix and rippled through my entire body. He continued to thrust through my orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When my mind started to clear I could hear him starting to feel it. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me, my knees framing his head which kept him perfectly centered above me and I swear the air between us was thick with heat. He rammed into me perfectly starting yet another ache within me and I could barely fathom that another orgasm was beginning. Lifting my hips the head of his cock made hard contact with my G spot and the exquisite pressure caused my hips to buck as I swore heavily. "Fuck, again!" I almost lifted off the bed with the force of my second orgasm; making noises that I didn't know could be produced by a human throat. That was when he surprised me. Now I am ashamed to say that in my experience guys were the least creative of lovers, mostly due to that fact that girls used more toys; but a toy appearing from a place unseen had not taken me aback like being flipped with a dick still inside me and suddenly being taken from behind. Having his dick even deeper inside me almost sent me over the edge but I held on wanting to give him as much as he was giving me. Griping his cock with every bit of focus I had left I could hear him getting pulled over the edge. Pushing back against him I once again felt an orgasm building and had never felt more capable of letting it flow. As I broke through another wall of pleasure he pushed my shoulders down and started pumping into me slowly; almost fully pulling out with every thrust and then burying himself completely into my core. As my pussy rippled around him I could feel every inch of him inside me. After letting me come down from my high he pulled out of me with an audible pop. "Get on top." He lay down on the bed and I straddled his cock. Rubbing it against my pussy lips I had him moaning. I slowly pushed myself down onto him taking his cock inch by inch. I ground into him causing us both to moan before I started bouncing on his cock. Using my hands behind me on his thighs I raised my self almost off his cock each time, pounding my cunt with his hard meat. Every moan that sprang from his lips made me ride him faster. He started to grab my hips and force his cock even deeper into me that made me cry out in ecstasy. When I looked down at him he grunted and pulled my body tight to him, claiming my mouth with a bruising kiss. Grabbing my hips again he began roughly thrusting up into me with renewed vigor; fucking me without mercy. I could feel my orgasm starting from the fire in my loins and arched, crying out as I came. He took grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled up as his cock erupted inside of me. His hips pumping every last drop of cum into me as we came down together. I collapsed over him as we gasped for breath and I could feel his heartbeat racing against my front. After dismounted him I was reminded of a few things I had forgotten. One, cum leakage. Cleaning my self off after straight sex has never been the most pleasant thing. I have always wished that cum could just soak into the vaginal walls and be forgotten. No such luck. Two was lack of condom. Now I wasn't worried about pregnancy as Mari had convinced me to get the three-month shot when she started her "get my friend laid" project but STI's were different. Surprisingly though, I wasn't that worried. I normally over think things and over react but after that delightful tryst I could not properly worry. I resolved to get tested the day after but that was as far as I could think. Flushing the soiled paper I felt his hands on my hips once again. I leaned back against his naked body and completely relaxed into him. His fingers lightly tracing my sides sent new shivers down my spine and oh Goddess I was ready to enjoy him again. My libido when interested has always been merciless and I was interested. Though I was on fire I did not push anything; he had guided the night in ways I could not have been more pleased about and I was more than willing to let him lead me further. I watched in the vanity mirror as he nuzzled my neck with his face and started to slowly kiss from my shoulders to the sensitive skin behind my right ear. Stopping only to lightly nibble on my ear he followed this path three times excruciatingly slowly. I bit my lower lip in pleasure and closed my eyes to block out all but what he was doing to me. Taking my right hand in his he brought it back to his face and kissed from my inside wrist back to my shoulder; dragging his lips over my skin between each moment of slight pressure. I laced my fingers into the hair at the back of his head and moaned as he used his fingers to explore the curves of my body, each pad going over every square inch. "Back to bed?" "Yes."