SEX STORY 13 FISTING EROTICA

MYSTERY MAN

Chloe awoke. There was someone in bed with her. She blinked her

eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room.

The realization struck her that something hard was pressing

between the cheeks of her bare bottom. It continued to probe.

Chloe gasped; no mistaking what it was; and it was causing

exquisite sensations.

She scanned the room for clues to his identity and took in her

discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head

pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy,

hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was

holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and

discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing

of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until

she decided what to do.

While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together

yesterday's memories. Since finishing law school two months ago

she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten-hour

bus journey yesterday, from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious

hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting

off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired she had made her way

to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was

coming back to her, gradually now. Her eyes felt dry and she was

in dire need of a coffee. She had met a man, an English man, they

had had several drinks. He had been amusing, with a dry sense of

humor. And then? Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest

recollection of that occurring. With a sense of dread she hoped

that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of

doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.

His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming

over her labia. She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through

her. It was this pleasant pressure, she realized, that was

making her reluctant to turn to face him. An image was forming

in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome,

with dark hair. A snatch of conversation floated into her mind.

"They're after me, I know it." he'd said. "They've followed me

from London. I chose this place because it's completely off the

beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find

me." She must have looked puzzled because he had continued. "I

saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car.

Now, everywhere I look I see them. They're tailing me. Guess

it's time to move on."

She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank,

functional walls of the room. She could hear the splash of the

swimming pool beyond the window. She barely remembered booking

herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth

hostel.

Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from

sleep to consciousness. Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He

was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm.

Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his

bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very

provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so

good looking.

Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him.

When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimeters away. They

were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking,

he focused on her. He rubbed his square chin, covered in

stubble, and smiled.

"Who on earth are you?" He spoke in an immaculate English accent.

She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked

with a strange man, suddenly making her blush.

"I'm Chloe."

He propped himself up on one arm. "Oh, right. I'm Jaspar." He

fixed her with a direct stare, which made her feel as if she had

something to feel guilty about. "And could you tell me how we

happen to be sharing this bed?"

"No. I was hoping you could tell me." She paused, lowering her

eyelids, then meeting his gaze again. "Did we?"

"Did we what?" There was a trace of humor in his voice.

"Well, you know, have...."

"Spit it out!"

"Sex!" she blurted.

Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.

"Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back, ooh, two or

three times. And you tell me you can't remember any of it?"

"Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously

pissed."

"Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe. A few beers, a couple of

whiskies. You were perfectly lucid."

While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed,

so that again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her

pubic hair. His body emanated heat, a heat that was causing

thoughts to swirl and collide in her head. She was confused and

unsure what to believe about him. He was dangerous, she sensed

that, but he was also a puzzle that Chloe was determined to get

to the bottom of. If only she could recall the night's events

more fully.

She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead, which was

damp with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall

away revealing her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and

scattered with freckles in the hollow between them. She reached

down to pull up the sheet but he gently pushed it away again.

"I just can't remember. What did we do exactly?" she murmured.

His gaze had moved from her large gray-green eyes, skimming over

her delicate nose, her mouth with its full lower lip and had

finally come to rest on her breasts, scrutinizing her nipples

which tingled and hardened under his gaze.

"When I see those the memories come flooding back to me." He

paused as if chewing over a thought. "Look, why waste time with

me giving you a detailed account of what happened last night."

"Well, what do you suggest?" she asked coquettishly.

"Well, how about I show you?"

She started to laugh. It was a very tempting offer. "I just

don't know if it would be...."

"What? Appropriate? You're an English girl a million miles away

from home. Who's going to know what you get up to?"

She relaxed. He was right of course. This was her last taste of

freedom before settling down to her career. And since they had

done it last night, it seemed churlish to object now. Anyway,

she had always found that sex in the morning cured a hangover.

All her objections melted away as she felt her nipple slip into

his mouth. His stubble rubbed against the areole, its

abrasiveness strangely arousing as he sucked hard on her erect

nipple. With his hand he rolled the other nipple between his

fingers, sending sharp arrows of pleasure across her breasts.

Then he took it in his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth

across its sensitive tip, causing Chloe to moan with the almost

unbearable pleasure. Then he started attacking her breasts with

small bites, as Chloe arched her back, surprised but enjoying his

forceful handling of the situation.

She hadn't experienced such driven male energy in a long time. He

was stoked up, and his fiery passion bubbled under the surface,

desperate for release. Her pussy grew hot as the juices began to

flow. His mouth moved down her body, slowly, tantalizingly

biting the taut flesh of her stomach and moving down, inch by

inch to the wispy blonde hair that covered her mound.

Instinctively her thighs opened, ready for him. He paused for a

moment and she felt a flutter of self-consciousness as she

thought of him scrutinizing her pussy. He pulled back her labia

and began to lick back and forth along the opening, drinking in

her musky juices. Every time his tongue reached the top of her

slit it brushed casually across her clit, creating rampant pulses

of pleasure.

Finally, his tongue settled on the swollen bud, dragging it

gently from side to side. She gasped in delight as he abruptly

entered her with his two fingers, driving her back on the bed as

she squirmed against his hand. As he thrust his fingers deep

within her tight tunnel while continuing to torment her clit she

began to buck against his mouth, so urgent was her need for

release from this build up of exquisite pleasure. She reached

her climax gradually, one peak of pleasure more heightened than

the last until finally she felt herself flung into darkness,

spasming wildly while cross-currents of pleasure coursed from

deep within her with an intensity that she had never experienced

before.

As she lay panting, he kissed her hard, his tongue probing for

hers, tasting herself on his tongue. His stubble was rubbing

against the sensitized skin around her mouth, stoking up the heat

between them a further notch. Pulling away from him she slid

down his hard body to his cock that had so delightfully awoken

her that morning. As he lay on his back she gazed down at it,

then reached to touch it. It was impressive in length and girth.

At that moment she felt an urgent stirring within her pussy.

After the impressive way he had made her climax with his hand she

felt sure he would be equally talented when he fucked her. She

took the head in her mouth while sheathing his foreskin back and

forth. Circling the shaft tightly with her hand to prevent the

whole of its impressive length from entering, she took more of it

into her mouth, moving deliciously along its length and tasting

the stirrings of his arousal, which was leaking from the tip.

She was lost in her sensual activity when he pushed her gently

away so that she was now on her back, her hair wildly tangled

around her flushed face. He eased himself on top of her, and,

holding her thighs wide open, began to push his cock into her

entrance. He moved back and forth, at first with very shallow

thrusts of his cock until she again began to moan and grab at his

shoulders, wanting him deeper inside her. He stopped for a

moment, bent down to her ear and whispered.

"Shall I let you into a little secret? We didn't do anything

last night. I remember everything perfectly. I wanted to, but

you just passed out on the bed. So I had to store up all my

energy until now, our first time. But it was certainly worth

it!"

He started to butt his cock into her vagina, a little deeper this

time.

"Oh, you bastard," she said, in mock anger. She no longer cared

how she had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him

taking her. She moved her legs so that they hooked over his

shoulders. With a jolt he entered her fully, with such force

that her breasts quivered. She cried out at the ferocity of his

entrance. It felt good to be filled up so completely. With

every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his

cock hitting the neck of her womb. She looked up at him. His

eyes were closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he

ploughed into her. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as

she spasmed around his bone-hard cock. The waves of her climax

continued to run through her as he jerked inside her, still

pounding her, letting out a loud cry as she felt him ejaculate

deep within her.

Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay

face down on the bed. The sun was still streaming through the

window. She should get up, but not just yet.