Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended
From Create Your Own Story
You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.
Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury but it feels amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.
"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"
She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean lakes.
The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said naked!" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady swoosh and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.
Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, leaving your mouth move on her cunt longer, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.
You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.
Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for the deed."
She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.
You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.
You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said bite. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.
Do you:
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
