This is the first erotic story I wrote, and this the first chic to read it. She took these pictures while reading, her first nudes!
They had met online in a chat room. Think they both knew in the back of their minds this was going to be different than they expected. Within days there was plenty to confirm their suspicions. Magnetism, arousal, love unexplainable. They found themselves doing things they though impossible, and certainly didn't expect they would do, nor enjoy so much.
Finding so much desire, wanting more than cyber, they found themselves experiencing pleasures in real life, When they made love online, the orgasms were the same as if they were in the same room, full, exquisite, mind numbing waves, washing up on e-shores in the mind as well as earth shaking full body bliss.
She liked erotica, he wrote erotica. Seemed natural enough. they found they had similar thoughts and mutual feelings, needs. Sex was an extension of that, a celebration of the love they felt and shared, the pictures made him horny. Very horny. When she sent ones showing her nipples, hard tiny circles poking out from her bra, the dark area surrounding them, He wanted to do everything he could to please her. A body that responded like that, the contour beneath her bra, brail for a blind man. So feminine. She would see his excitement if she felt between his legs. Dick bulging through his pants, wanting to be released, to stand tall, proud, to be held by the hand in the picture. He striped and turned on his camera. Feeling excitement, waiting for her next picture. Talking sexy, sharing a fantasy together. She was hot! The next picture showed her muff. Legs brought up, panties removed. It made him start to stroke the throbbing meat that brought him so much pleasure, He told her what he was doing, and before he could ask, she sent another picture. Legs spread, lips listening, and he saw her nipples... no bra. Jutting out from her breasts, screaming for attention. A touch, a twist. To be sucked on, teased. A perfect handful, no more , no less. When he imagined fondling them, she almost felt his touch.
The next picture showed her touching them. She said she was thinking of him touching her, and couldn't help herself, needing to feel it. Wanting that touch to be him.
He stroked his cock lightly, teasing every little sensation he could. Feeling so turned on, so real. He was imagining her, sucking on it, her lips around it, the feel of her mouth and tongue. He got the next picture and saw she had a hand on her pussy. Fingers spreading it open, the middle one touching her clit. It looked hard, a swollen bud, and she was playing with it, rolling it between her fingers, imagining him flicking his tongue on it. Suckling her lips into his mouth, moving his head up and down his nose brushing across her clit. Driving her crazy, wanting more. Wanting his tongue inside her, wanting his hands on her breasts. He was thinking the same things! At the same time!
Looking at her next picture, pink pussy glistening. It showed she had a finger inside of her. She was pulling on her nipple, stretching it, tugging on it, away from her breast, back arched Sticking her tits way out, and pulling the nipple farther. He thought it was the sexiest hing he'd ever seen, and remembered he was taping what he was doing for her. Recording his masturbating. He slowed his rhythm, and brought his hand to his own nipple, circling it lightly. It sent a small spasm down his back, felt in his dick, and captured on tape. His dick throbbed, almost visibly, and he shuddered, thinking she would see this, and wondering about her next pic.
They told each other what they were doing to themselves. How exciting mutual masturbation was turning out to be. Unlike anything they'd experienced. And so gratifying. He asked her to touch a spot just beneath her pussy, and rub back and forth between her cunt and ass.
The next photo showed her fingers pressed there. She was saying how wonderful she felt. He switched hands, and rubbed his other nipple, sending another wave running down his back and into his dick. It felt so real, so good.
She told him she was going to cum, fingering herself, and playing around her ass. Rubbing everywhere between her legs. She was moving around, pressing against her hand. Humping her fingers, as it hit full strength. She clicked another photo for him. It showed juices trickling out of her, the skin below her pussy slick. She spread it around with her other hand. Her nipples jutting out, full and swollen, protruding away from the rest of her tit. He almost came himself when he saw it, but paused, and let the video camera watch as his dick raised involuntarily, close to orgasm, pumping in vain, nothing yet spewing into the air. Throbbing and dyeing for more her orgasm slowed, alhough never quite stopping. She said she didn't want to stop. Wanted to feel him inside her, required it now!
He returned the wish, the want, the will to fuck her. To be IN he., To feel her, make her overflow with the sensations his dick would bring her. They imagined the same thoughts. She wasn't aware that she was feeling him inside her, nor he, that it was more than his hand he felt on his cock. His recording left no doubt. He had stopped moving, but he still felt it, and her next picture showed, her hands weren't near the opening of a pussy that felt full and tight to her. They were joined somehow, across the distance, experiencing mutual pleasures. Wholly desired, unthinkable, physical satisfying sensations of real life fucking. They felt lips on their own, kissing passionately, felt tongues slide across teeth, on the inside of gums, tasted each other, smelled cum and sweat in the air... on their bodies. They neared climax, and had forgotten they were masturbating. He thought he was getting off, faster and faster, but his tape showed only his dick standing free, sticking out from his between legs spread. She took another picture as she started to cum again, t showed her juices trickling out, and the next one she was flowing, loves juices running out, down between her legs, tickling her ass as it flowed past, soaking her bedding. she was humping the air, and the distance between them, and felt each others skin beside them.. no longer cybering, no need to type, no need for cameras, they relaxed, spent, exhausted, but comforted by each other presence. they would have though it was a dream when they woke, each in their different rooms, had it not been for the pictures that opened the door to pleasures unimagined... now know. Though faith in self, mutual desire, and the mysterious universe they lived in. That tape was seen only by her, and the only one to see her pictures, was her lover. And they shared their secrete with no one.
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