Opal Andrews - The chamber of pleasures

I opened. He sent it driving forward, cramming my tongue back into my mouth and sending his penis in after it. I accepted it, all of it, in the tender shelter of my face. My cheeks hollowed deeply. My eyes bulged. I almost fainted in delight as electric tingles shot through my lower regions. I dropped a hand to feel myself there.

I was wet!

I squirmed with some discomfort, but mostly in exquisite pleasure as he began to move, rocking his hips. Steadily he moved, back and forth, in a rhythmic motion that speared the long cock shaft in and out of the warm moist hollow formed in the depths of my face. He was careful ever to leave the blood-filled head within my soft lips, letting me taste and feel its hard urgency. A feeling of total pleasure began to suffuse my belly and I was squirming in pleasure.

He pulled it nearly out, then thrust forward again, so that it slid over my lips and tongue and far back into the secret darkness of my mouth, against the smooth wet skin of my throat. I gasped, but, no sound emerged from my sex-stuffed mouth. My abdominal muscles twitched convulsively as I continued to suck his cock and to be face-raped, and as I continued to fondle myself below. I sent a stiff finger into myself. It vanished to the knuckle.

I sucked him with an infant hunger, shuddering in rapture and using my tongue: I stabbed again and again at the pinprick hole of his big swollen sex with it, swirled around and around with it, engulfing and loving him within the hot moist cavern of my mouth.

Reaching out for my jaws with both hands, he clamped them, stared down at me for a moment, and then began fucking me savagely in the face. Each time it drove into my helplessly rounded mouth it made me gag, though it sent simultaneous thrills through my naked body. Each time it emerged it was with loud, obscene sucking, slurping sound. I felt saliva running down my chin. It dripped on my naked, shuddering breasts. I sucked. He rammed, again and again. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. My mouth was stuffed, my jaws began to ache, my head hurt, I loved him and what he was doing…

Suddenly he was groaning and stiffening, and his great pulsing member was too big for my face to contain and I was groaning and trying to pull back. He would not let me. Then he came.

Relentlessly, sperm lashed out from him and into the hollow of my face. The rich foam spurted from him, filling my face with great gushes until it oozed and dribbled from the corners of my ravaged mouth. I felt his sticky fluid of life dribble onto my breasts, already spattered with saliva… I put one hand there, happily smearing myself with it. My stomach convulsed. My eyes bulged. I tried to scream, but my mouth remained full of his sexual flesh.

I was suddenly caught in a squirming, groaning, twisting orgasm, that made my inner cunt clamp and convulse and seem to snap shut like an angry mouth.

His spent prick slipped from my lips.

His hand slid from my hair.

I fell back onto the floor and hugged myself, rolling about in an attempt to prolong the glorious feeling of my orgasm.

Strange. Before he lift, at about three A.M., he had made love to me. Not raped me or used me; made love to me. We rolled on the floor, enwrapped in each other's arms, and he licked my lips and my eyelids and nipples and breasts and throat and shoulders and when I felt his massive dong throbbing between us I made one swift movement with my leg and hip and nabbed it in the soft eager lips of my vaginal mouth. I swallowed it up there, and we lay on our sides facing each other while he made it coast in and out of me.

That was last night. What a wonderful Sunday this is! I just think and think and relive it all, over and over. I'm sorry now that I invited Rob over this afternoon. He'll stay, and we'll do it, of course, and his lovemaking will be so boyish.

If I asked Rob to rape me in the mouth the way my beloved Charles did, he'd r-u-n!

(later)

Oh yes, Rob. He came. He has all the lovemaking technique and inspiration of a beagle pup. And his mommy should have told him what a clitoris is. He seems to think all females make it the same way a man does, and at the same time he climaxes.

The look on Loretta's face when she came into the student council office and found Glen humping me on the couch!

Too delicious! I think I came on the spot, just from seeing the way it affected her! I really should find some way to end her up to stay a while with Aunt Isobel… How childish my letter was!

Another Saturday and another visit from Charles. He was no sooner inside the door than I was unable to consider talking. I had to have him!

I slammed myself against him, mashing my chest against his so that he could feel the fact that my breasts were bare beneath my blouse.

He told me that this time he was going to ram his cock way up my ass, and I knew he was trying to scare the daylights out of me. I moaned in delight, though, and spun around to aim my rump at him. It hurt a little, going in, but he used my vaginal juice and it wasn't too bad. Funny how the anus regains its shape! I thought Erik and Miles had made it into a permanent crater!

It was wonderful! We both enjoyed so much we did it three times, all there!

I am now sure about Loretta. She WANTS it, she's fascinated with me, she's just hung-up. Like Victoria Marie, remember her? Well, I've written Aunt Isobel and Erik. Loretta's going up there with me during the June break… I've been very careful, and I'm sure she knows there is going to be some sexual activity, and she's just delighted that she's going to get started at last.

I'm delighted, too. God, what a BALL we'll have, initiating her just the way they initiated me!

I'm already looking around, wondering who I'm going to take up there next. Or maybe when we get back Loretta and I and Charles can set up our own little playhouse…