“Let me see you. All of you,” I said.
“You want me to strip?” she said. She bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know about…”
The more sentences I let her finish, the slower this happened. I found my “stress ball” spell had not quite lost itself, and pushed a new desire into her mind. The desire to be seen as sexy. The desire to be naked.
“Okay,” she said, with a coy, mischievous smile. She kicked her shoes off with little problem, and reached to unbutton her pants. She turned sideways and bent over, gently caressing her legs as she slid down the waistband from both sides. She stepped out with her right leg as her left leg kicked them backwards to a crumpled heap against the cold stone walls of the building. She straightened up and grabbed the sides of her shirt, pulling them off in a quick, elegant crisscross. She started in on her panties before I got ahold of myself.
“No. Wait,” I said.
I got something of a disappointed moan from her, but that didn’t make her any more resistant when I grabbed her body and flipped it around, her almost naked back against my chest. I leaned in to kiss her neck and lick her earlobe, eliciting another small moan from her. I fondled her breast through the light fabric of her bra as my other hand went to the back. I pressed my hand against her breast as I undid the clasp, now holding the bra in place.
“Say you want this,” I whispered into her ear, breathing warmly.
“Yes,” she said, almost pleadingly.
My hand broke away, causing the bra to fall to the floor. I moved my other hand to her front and started gently kneading her breasts. She was pretty much lost to the sensation of my touch and her hot breath, eliciting soft moans as I rubbed her. I was lost to the sensation of her, until I felt something on the crotch of my jeans, and reflexively backed away and turned her back around.
Her panties were soaked.
Like, really soaked.
“Oooh, someone’s a little wet,” I said.
“Umm… yeah… I always had a little extra… lubrication… down there,” she said, her mind still heady with lust.
“Hehe. Very well then. Perhaps I should clean you up,” I said.
I bent down and grabbed the sides of her panties. Some of her lubrication had dribbled down the sides, leaving her thighs moist. I slowly slid her panties down and adjusted her position so she had her back was flat against the wall, knees bent and legs spread. I lowered myself to put her legs on my shoulders, holding her up against the wall slightly, my face almost flush against her soft, pink cunt. Either puberty had not made its rounds here, or she shaved. I didn’t care which.
I sniffed slightly. Nothing I could put a name to, but nice. I softly licked the edges of her moist exterior lips as I experimented with her reactions. I licked up and down, almost teasingly, my face getting soaked with her secretions. I tried a few quick, light thrusts, each of which earned me a small gasp of surprise. I turned my attentions upward a bit and found her clitoris. After a few tentative, teasing approaches, I started attacking it with a soft, thrumming rhythm, stopping every once in a while to stimulate the entirety of her moist nethers. Without the spell dampening the noise, no doubt the noise would have called in every last person in the class from the lobby to here. Perhaps it was the echoes, but from my vantage, her moans were deep, loud, and intense.
“I’m… I’m…” she said. She didn’t get to finish her warning as her back arched, causing her juices to splash my face head-on.
Squirter. Dang.
I backed away and slowly let her slide down the wall. She stayed there for a few moments, breathing heavy.
“You alright?” I asked, smiling. Despite the energy needed to stimulate her, I was still fresh and chipper, she’d looked like she’d just run a marathon.
“That was the best orgasm of my LIFE,” she said. “Then again, I don’t know what it is, you get me so damn horny.”
First time I’d heard her cuss. Not the point.
“You’ve orgasmed before?” I said, mock inquiringly.
“Just… umm…”
“You play with yourself. Fair game, I’m guilty as well,” I said.
“So… uh…” she said. I started to get up, as if to leave.
My spare hand curled into the ball again to find the spell still active. I poured energy into it as it surged back to life, creating one last desire:
The desire to suck cock.
“Wait,” she said, trying to get up, then slipping on the now wet floor.
“Hey. You all right?” I said for maybe the third time that hour.
“Don’t I get to return the favor?”
I scoffed, as if the idea was particularly surprising to me. Two years of this drama course had really paid off. “You’re saying you want to?”
“Yeah. Don’t boys like getting… their…”
I don’t know what I found more cute: The way she said “boys” or the extreme hesitance she still had about this mess despite being in a naked, post-orgasmic wreck in front of me.
“Yeah. Sure, why not,” I said. I said, finally getting to my feet and undoing my belt. She got to her knees, and due to her shortness in stature she was just a few inches beneath my crotch.
I undid the buttons and unzipped them. My erection, already rock-solid from the only direct sexual contact I’d gotten in my life, burst free. My pants fell to the ground and I pulled down my boxers, leaving my six and a half inches freely exposed.
“Man, it’s kinda chilly up here. You sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah. I feel so warm,” she said. She inched forward to make contact. She started stroking it, gently at first, then trying a little faster. She flicked her tongue out, slightly unsure of the taste, but the magically implanted desire keeping her going.
I soon realized that, having no clue what she was doing, this could get very unsatisfying, very quickly.
I pulled out my ace in the hole.
“Scienti desdiri”. I said, pressing the spell onto her with my mind. She looked at me sideways, apparently unaware I’d said anything. She took in the first inch or so and I knew I did it: I imprinted my personal desires onto her mind, if only for a moment.
She smiled a bit as she took it in, licking, sucking. Her free hand went to go play with herself, a light, gentle fingering that caused her to almost purr as she took me in. She seemed so eager, so curious. For awhile she tried to see how deep she could get it in, after about three inches she stopped and gagged. She seemed almost disappointed, she knew she’d gotten a positive reaction from me and she wished she could do better. Quickly resolving to continue anyway, she licked up and down my length, slowing down as she hit the tip. She then got aggressive, taking the first few inches in quick, short gulps. I grabbed the back of her head and assisted her thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
She switched things up, licking the bottom of the tip. This practically drove me wild.
“Gracie, I’m gonna cum…”
She pressed the bottom of my cock onto her tongue and continued swirling against it, gently but quickly stroking me, leaving her mouth open enough for me to see my cum shoot out in thick gobs over her tongue. One strand shot to the side as she pulled out my cock and swallowed.
I rested a bit against the side of the wall, both of us breathing heavily. A gob of cum was the only trace left on her lips.
“You got something,” I said, motioning.
She wiped her lips with her finger and licked it off, smiling.
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Parent Post: Dark Arts – by MrPhantomille
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- Dark Arts - Chapter 2B: Sympathy - by MrPhantomille
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