Cramped Quarters - Love Under Lockdown

She smelled like a sweet dessert and looked as though she would be soft and nice. Like marshmallows but also not. I couldn’t shake her look of wonder. Like a kid who’d just seen something amazing.

I never actually found out how old she was. She was probably eighteen like most of the other freshman, but I didn’t know that for sure. She could be a sixteen-year-old genius who’d gotten in on early application. Though it seemed unlikely.

My cock decided she was eighteen before I did, raising the pressure within my already tight pants. Beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to fantasies.

Deciding to try and do it right, I paused the video I had up on my computer screen and made for the stereo. Putting on a bit of Ghost, I methodically started undressing until I was down to nothing. My cock already was rigid, standing out from me at a right angle, hovering as though by some unseen force.

There were some corners of creation in which the cock was referred to as a ‘horn.’ I could certainly see the basis for comparison. Laying out flat on the bed, I got a handful of lube and wrapped my hand lightly around my thick shaft.

Letting my mind go blank, only the music filling the void in my head, I began to stroke, working my hand from the base up over the head and then back again, taking the time to stroke the head in gentle circles before the return trip back down the shaft to the base. It wasn’t long before my big, swollen head was glistening.

I couldn’t see this, my eyes still very much closed, but I could feel it: the sudden rise in intensity on the head of my cock. The light touch of the air magnified a thousand times, sending a shudder right through me.

Suddenly Rachel was there, in my fantasies. Dressed in the gothic way she had been in class. My imagination only stretched so far. Besides which, I was hard-pressed to think of anything sexier to put her in.

In my thoughts, she had come into my room, quietly closing and locking the door behind her. Watching me for a moment, as I stroked my cock, she moved in. Kneeling beside the bed, she wrapped her small warm hand around my shaft.

Relinquishing my grip to her, I watched as she stroked. Her gentle movements were unsure but lovely just the same.

Taking her lightly by the wrist, I showed her how I liked to be stroked, and she continued in the same rhythm. Right up until I came, cum blasting up as far as my chest. Without a moment’s hesitation, she licked me clean, working her way from my chest all the way down to my still stiff cock, enveloped in her lovely hand.

Moving her hand down to my balls, she started running her tongue the length of my cock from base to head, like I’d been doing with my hand. I reached down and stroked her hair encouragingly. She took this as a directive and on the next trip up, dropped her hot, wet, little mouth over the head of my cock, nearly swallowing it.

Hovering for a moment, she began to suck, gently swirling her tongue around the circumference of the head as she did. I moved my hand down to her breasts and squeezed gently, trying to show my appreciation for her efforts. Emboldened, she sucked harder, moving her sweet lips gradually down my throbbing shaft until she was half-swallowing my cock.

Taking a minute to get her bearings, my cock barely fitting in her mouth, she gripped the base again and started to suck, slow and light at first but then with more gusto. Her enthusiasm and confidence only continued to build until she was eating my cock feverishly, pausing on occasion to swirl her tongue around the head. All of it felt amazing.

With treatment like that, it wasn’t long before the pressure began to build. Rachel seemed to know I was going to cum before I did. Undeterred, she sucked even harder, drawing every last drop of cum out of my cock and into her eager mouth, swallowing it all down with gusto, sucking me clean.

Rachel kissed her way down the length of my cock, drawing one of my balls into her mouth, sucking gently, while stroking my shaft. She was a really fast learner. Switching over to the other ball, she sucked on it, picking up her stroking speed until I was ready to go again, Rachel getting her mouth there just in time to receive the massive load.

The third load coincided with my actual one. The Rachel in my head, sucking me to orgasm just as I stroked myself to the same in real life.Chapter Five - RachelPunctuality. The core of Western European culture. Entire populations of intelligent human beings making themselves slaves to time.