Read The Graphic Details Online

Authors: Evelin Smiles

Tags: #romance, #erotic, #erotica, #adult, #sex, #sexy, #san francisco, #sexual, #erotic romance, #sensual, #mature, #graphic, #pussy, #blow job, #oral, #cock, #vanessa, #charles, #graphic design, #katherine, #anilingus

The Graphic Details (4 page)

“Kathy, relax,” he said softly, as he stroked
my hair, and I instantly obliged. He unhooked my bra with ease.
There was every indication that he had lot of experience with this.
The mixture of my naked body being exposed to my mildly cold room,
and the excitement level rising in my body made my nipples hard as
rocks. He noticed and took them between his forefingers and thumbs
and gave them a hard squeeze and a tug, and I squealed a
high-pitched squeal. I wasn’t expecting it, and I looked him with
surprise. He laughed and looked back at me with a devilish
smile.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“Of course that hurt, you dick.”

“But did you like it?”

I thought for a second. It did hurt, but I
have to admit, it also felt a little good. He looked hungry for an
answer. I could tell he wanted a ‘yes’ from me. It was fun making
him wait, making him suffer. He wanted to do it again, and I wanted
him to do it again. So, as I looked at him a little sheepishly, I
bit my bottom lip, and nodded yes, and he smiled that devilish
smile once more as he gave my hard nipples another lengthy squeeze.
I paid him in longer moan of ecstasy. It was so painful, but felt
oh so good. I rubbed my knees together, fighting to keep them
together. I didn’t want to give him the goods just yet. I could
feel my pussy getting soaked by the second, and I was worried that
they’d slip open at any moment, before I was really ready to let
him have it.

He bent down and kissed the crook between my
neck and my shoulder and I gave a long and drawn out moan. He was
able to find my spot in one move, and he knew that was it, as he
paid special attention to it, gently licking and kissing it for
what seemed like several minutes. My moaning did not stop for the
entirety he was there. He made me purr like a kitten. I was truly
becoming ‘Katwoman.’ Then, he moved his tongue up my elongated
neck, which felt so good, and made his way to my ear. He licked it
in just the right way––the wrong way would feel like an overly
excited dog slobbering all over you. But he used just the right
amount of tongue and lip, the sound of it sounded like sucking, and
it drove me fucking crazy. He was able to find each and everyone of
my spots so effortlessly. It seriously surprised me at how adept he
was at this.

He then moved from my ear––against my
protests––kissing all the way down, until he reached my breasts,
and he fondled them with such care. He began to kiss and lick my
right nipple as he firmly squeezed my left breast. Then, I looked
at him and our eyes met, and as they did, he gave nipple a
forceful, yet gentle little bite, and I squealed once
again––something told me he liked to make me do that.

He then mirrored what he had done to my right
nipple on my left, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled
his head back––apparently my left nipple was a more sensitive then
my right, and it hurt much more. I playfully mouthed ‘you fucker’
to him, which prompted him to do it again. I lightly slapped him
across the face.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he said,
and all I could do was smile.

He massaged my mildly sore nipples, as he
kissed his way to my belly button, and he tenderly licked it as he
then began to unzip my skirt, which he pulled off without much
trouble. I looked down to make sure I had on reasonably presentable
undies––I wasn’t expecting this to happen today, so I had forgotten
what random pair I had pulled on in the morning. But why that would
matter at that moment, I didn’t know. I care about these types of
things. Sue me. But he sure did like them.

“Very nice,” he said, as he stared at my
panties. “I like the pattern, the little cherries.” They were black
and a little lacy, the kind with a tiny little bow on the front
that had no discernable purpose, with a repeating cherry pattern. I
appreciated the compliment on my choice.

“Thank you. I bought them just last…” but I
couldn't get the rest of my sentence out, as he had carefully
pulled them off, and now had his pretty face buried between my
legs, lovingly licking my slick little clit, and I screamed and
squirmed with pleasure. He had caught me off guard with that
compliment. I hadn’t prepared for the sensation I was
feeling––sometimes you need prep time for that sort of thing––and
it had felt extra pleasing because of it.

He was sucking on my clit, licking it,
playfully pulling at it with his lips. Then, I felt something that
felt like a pattern. I had read somewhere (don’t ask me where) that
it feels good if a guy uses his tongue to spell your name on your
pussy while eating you out. Well, obviously he had read the same
literature, because it felt like he was spelling my first and last
names, along with both of his, as well as our nicknames, and it
felt like absolute fucking heaven. I squirmed more and more, and
each of his licks caused me open my legs wider and wider, like his
tongue was a handle slowly opening the drawbridge to my castle. He
then lifted my legs above his and placed his hands on the back of
my knees and started to rock my pelvis back and forth like a
rocking chair, sticking out his tongue and keeping his head in
place, so that my pussy got a lick each passing. That was something
new, and something I liked very much.

I then felt a strange sensation down in an
area I’d never thought another human being would have their mouth
so close to; he began licking my asshole. That was something I
definitely was not prepared for, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked. I
was confident I was clean down there, but that just wasn’t natural,
especially to a small town girl like me.

“Wait, stop,” I said, as I began to sit up,
but he put his hand on my stomach, stopping me.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. I had supposed
that I have grown to trust him as much as I can trust a person that
I’ve only known for eighteen hours. I trusted him enough to let him
eat my pussy, that was for sure, so I answered, “yes.”

“Then trust me, you will like this,” he said.
Maybe it was the tone of his voice, but there was something in the
way he said it that made me lay back down and give all my trust to
him, and he was right. He licked my asshole like an ice cream cone.
He did the name spelling thing and everything. I could feel his
tongue enter my hole, and although I was initially uncomfortable
with it, I started to get used to it, and soon, I started to love
it. Then something came over me, as I pushed his head into my ass,
and he started to lick faster and faster, until it happened. I
came. I came from a tongue licking my asshole. I never thought in a
million years that I could come in such an unorthodox way. I felt
slightly embarrassed, but I could not stop writhing in ecstasy. And
he sat there, laughing at the sight of me. As I began to calm down,
I asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“I told you didn’t I? You liked it.”

And I smiled and nodded my little mousy
nod.

He bent back down and started to go back to
work. I didn’t want him to stop; yet I wanted him to share in my
pleasure, so I made the sacrifice, and I sat up and stopped
him.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” he asked
worryingly, and I assured him that it did.

“Oh, Chuck, I definitely do.”

“Then?”

I got up and went around to the other side of
him and laid him down on my bed, and started to undo his pants
zipper with my teeth. I slid off his jeans almost as fast as I had
gotten his shirt off. He also had on an adorable pair of purple
boxer briefs.

“Let me guess, your favorite color is
purple.” He laughed and said, “How’d you know?”

I laughed a little as I slipped off his
briefs, and his long and very hard shaft sprung up like a
Jack-in-the-box, or should I say, a Chuck-in-the-box––Yes, I’m a
little corny. It was definitely the largest dick I’ve ever seen, in
person anyway––whatever Phil’s size was, he was absolutely
not
packing this much heat. My eyes could hardly believe how
much length he had. It may have been average, I don’t have a lot of
experience with measuring these things, but if I were to eyeball
it, it seemed to be about nine inches long, and I couldn’t wait to
have all of it in me. I gripped his girth––my hand was barely able
to get it all the way around––and using his glistening pre-cum as
lube, I stroked it nice and slowly, and that made him groan with
pleasure.

I suddenly stopped and began to stare at it.
This alarmed Chuck, and he looked down and saw what I was
doing.

“What are you up to? Are you… are you
studying it?

Indeed I was. The pre-cum swathed on his
massive cock extenuated all of the little details, and I was
mesmerized by it: the detail in nature was truly amazing.

I started to stroke his cock, and it pumped
and pulsated as I did: the throbbing veins looked like the glorious
rivers of water of our Earth, as viewed from the heavens above. He
was uncircumcised, and the skin covering and uncovering his head as
I stroked it seemed to me like a large piston, working hard at
getting his engine warmed up. I cupped his testicles like they were
my own personal Ben Wah balls, and as I rolled them in my hands, I
could have sworn they were making the ping pang sounds I was so
used to them making, but that was probably the sound emulating from
Charles throat, the sound of pure enjoyment.

I kissed his balls and made my way up his
tall shaft, a shaft that at that moment, looked the most perfectly
crafted skyscraper the world had seen, but I hesitated when I
reached the top. Like I’ve said before, I was not experienced in
these matters, so I kind of had no idea what to do. But I couldn’t
disappoint Charles; he had given me so much pleasure orally, and it
was time to return the favor. And there’s no better way to learn
then on the (blow) job, I suppose. So, I closed my eyes and started
to lick it like a lollipop––I was trying desperately to reach his
creamy center––and Charles certainly liked that, as he started to
squirm himself. I then placed my lips around the head of his
magnificent muscle, careful not to use any teeth, and moved my head
up and down on it, giving the piston a little help to get started,
and get started it did. We alternated between me sucking it and him
gently fucking my mouth––he moaned with every slide, and in turn,
his sounds made me more and more wet.

He pulled my hair to the side for me, so it
wouldn’t get in the way of my mouth and his cock, a gesture that I
surprisingly appreciated, and I went to work on it, adding my
saliva to his already pre-lubed gland, making it easier to pleasure
him.

I flicked my tongue back and forth on the tip
of his dick––something I had read in one of those god-awful women’s
magazines that I did the cover for that was actually quite useful
now––and he began to tremble, and just when I thought I was going
to make him come from just from my tongue, he stopped me. But
before I could ask what the matter was, he hoisted me up from my
position and brought me face to face with him and we kissed, our
tongues entwined in a tornado of passion and love juices.

He then flipped me over and made his way back
between my legs and said, “I’d like to study you, too.” He pulled
back my clitoral hood, and gave my clit a few teasing licks that
made me giggle. He explored all the crevices of my soaked pussy: he
playfully tugged at my labia, he kissed my pussy lips like they
were the lips of my mouth and he tongued my clit like it was my
actual tongue, and I enjoyed every second of it.

He got up on his knees and asked me, “Are you
ready?” and before I could answer yes, he slipped all of his
manhood into my waiting pussy.

I had forgotten what that sensation was like,
the sensation of a cock in my pussy, and I welcomed it with open
legs. With every thrust, I wanted to scream out in glee, but I had
neighbors, and it was well into the morning and didn’t want to wake
or alarm anyone with my noises of passion… at first. I didn’t think
it possible, but I could actually feel all of the veins of his cock
rubbing against the walls of my cave; I could feel the blood
pulsating through them, as it enlarged inside of me with every
push. He pinched and pulled at my nipples again as he fucked me and
I loved it: I was enjoying the sweet and spicy treatment he was
giving me.

“Get on your knees,” he said, as he pulled
out his cock and I complied. He pulled me from my pelvis so that it
was lined up with his, and he slid into me once again. If possible,
it felt even better in this position. His piston was working at
maximum energy now. With every pump, I could hardly contain my
voice any longer. Suddenly, he slapped my ass (spicy) and gave me a
marathon of ramming (sweet), the combination of which made me
involuntarily scream out in ecstasy.

Another thrust.


Oh
…”

Another two.


My
…”

Another three.


God!

I screamed out at full volume. Damn the
neighbors. This was too good and I needed to express my
jubilation.

“Fuck me harder,” I told him and he did as he
was told. That was so unlike me. I had never said anything like
that, but his lovemaking brought it out of me. Yes, his cock was
just that good. As he slid in and out of me, I could feel his balls
slapping against my clit, adding extra simulation to the area. He
continued to pump me full of his girth and I gripped at whatever I
could find around me: the sheets, a pillow, Mr. Fluffy, my
childhood teddy bear that I still slept with. I brought Mr. Fluffy
to my mouth and screamed into his soft belly, trying to stifle my
moaning; I’m sorry Mr. Fluffy for involving you in this. I just had
to.

I threw Mr. Fluffy to the side and
concentrated on Charles’ manhood fucking the life out of me. And
then it happened. I came, and I came hard. I belted out a
combination of a squeal and scream that was so loud that I nearly
deafened myself. I convulsed a little here, and squirmed a little
there. My pelvis twitched wildly and my head was in a haze. I
opened my eyes a bit and I could see from my window a couple of
lights come on from across the way. Yeah, I had woken a couple of
neighbors.

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