Eros Ch. 11bykotochaos©
She noted that amongst the clothes was a number of underwear, all with large stains on them. As soon as the entered the room fully she was hit with a strong, familiar scent. The room's smell reminded her of the tomatoes which she ate earlier that day. Only the smell was stronger. It made her feel light-headed and weak in the legs.
Jack closed the door and slid by her. He was so close that the heat of his body wafted over her, instilling her with a greater feeling of desire. His presence crashed into hers and she felt as if a great pressure was applied to her brain. Everything became fuzzy. She had to remind herself that she was the valedictorian of her school that she was going to the best school in state, that she was better than him.
Regardless, her body was unnaturally aroused. In her short life she had felt horny before, but it was something completely different from her short lived spurts of arousal in the shower. In Jack's presence she felt like she was supposed to be naked and she might as well have.
She watched the way his body moved. He wasn't overly graceful. In fact, he was a bit clumsy and awkward, but it was so unquestionably cute that she was beside herself with interest. He offered her a seat, and she eagerly accepted it. She noted how he watched her how her frame carried her. To her surprise she also found herself reacting to his gaze. She strutted for him, trying to draw his attention.
Jack took a seat across from her on the bed. He smiled at her confidently. Whatever he did to her at the house was purely by accident, but it was also the best possible thing that could've happened. Somehow he had garnered some leverage over her. He had gotten in, and she was all hot and bothered because of it.
Ambrosine sat quietly, watching the whole preceding. Her whole senses were filled with Jack; she swore that she could even taste him. She breathed deeply, accepting his smell, and she felt herself calm.
"So, Jack, what exactly did you need me for?"
Jack did his best to look bashful. "You have to promise not to leave..." He held an inward grin as she took the bait and looked even more curious.
She quirked her brow and looked at him incredulously. Again she breathed deeply at that amazing aroma, and again her body tingled. Why would she ever want to leave? Jack was a wonderful person to be around.
"I promise I won't."
"Okay, but I consider that fair warning, right?" Jack paused dramatically, and Ambrosine smiled at his theatrics.
Unable to wait any longer Jack made his move. He undid his jeans and slipped his cock out. It was still limp and hung out from his jeans, a huge slab of hanging, swinging meat. She gasped but didn't look away, and he swung it before her, watching as her eyes moved back and forth with its motions. It quickly gained rigidity as she stared.
Ambrosine was completely shocked at the sight. Firstly, she had no idea that a human penis could e so large and powerful looking. The thing was thicker than her wrist and still not erect. It was long, as well, and gave off an all-consuming air of virility. Her body surged with a strange desire to play with it and kiss it.
No, her desires weren't that simple or childish. The truth was that she wanted to worship it.
That was blasphemy, she told herself, and she built a wall up against it. Jack could feel this barrier being built, and did his best to mentally tear it down. He willed that she remain open to him and not shy away.
"Wow," Ambrosine muttered to herself, and she stared at him in bewilderment. The dimensions astounded her. She flexed her hand and reached toward it, and then retreated. She contained her interest.
"Do you like what you see?"
She blinked, unable to answer. What was she to say? She stared at his crotch in shock and said, "It's big," and she left it at that.
"What should we do with it?"
Ambrosine shrugged in response. She wasn't sure what to do. Her head told her to run, but he body wouldn't head the command. All her body would allow was the continued stare at his crotch.
"J-Jack," she said shakily as her arousal grew stronger. His smell was getting thicker, she felt like she was choking on him. "What is going on? Why did you pull your...your penis out and what was the real reason you brought me over?"
Jack stared at her attentively. They made eye contact, and with out breaking it he began to jerk on his cock. It lurched forward, growing thicker and longer in his hand. All the times with his followers taught him something. The affect he had on women was augmented by two phenomena. The first to affect the potency of his glamour was nudity and the second was a full hard-on.
Ambrosine's reaction did not disappoint Jack. Once his cock was fully erect her gaze gradually drifted down, back to his cock. She stared at it for a long while in complete silence. Then something clicked in her head, and she began to eye his entire body.
She looked at his stomach, chest, legs, and arms. His face was of particular interest to her. He caught her examining him intently, and she blushed at him. Her stare didn't drift away; she merely giggled and batted her eye lashes at him. All in one moment she seemed to lose sense of self, the chastise her was slipping away.
"The truth is that I wanted a blowjob."
"A blowjob," she gaped. He was so brazen with his display, and to her surprise that aroused her further. For the first time in her life she felt a desire to commit a sexual act. She wasn't sure if she would be good at blowjobs, but she wanted desperately to give him one. She was filled with earnest lust, and she had to remind herself that lust was a sin.
She reexamined the situation. He wanted a blowjob, and she wanted to give him one. It was experimentation, and experimentation was normal for a college student, she reasoned. It wasn't real sex anyway, so she couldn't be condemned for it. She licked her lips at the thought and stared at his crotch.
"I meant that I want a blowjob from you, Ambrosine."
"I know what you meant," Ambrosine replied softly. She felt an unfamiliar itch in her vagina. Her hands hovered over her crotch, but she crossed her legs and held tight to chastity. Self-love was one of many sins, and she couldn't very well touch herself if she wanted to give him a blowjob. She had to ration her sinful debaucheries if she were to stay in God's favor. The blowjob was the obvious decision too, as it was the more favorable of the two options.
She looked him in the eye and felt lost in the depth of his gaze. Momentarily she fell out from the real world, and stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the glorious, radiant sea below. It was made up of all sorts of colors. She wanted to jump in, completely drench herself in the cosmic energies that swirled below, but she resisted.
Ambrosine regained a measure of composure and decided on a new strategy. Instead of looking into his eyes, she looked passed him. It gave the illusion of eye contact, but didn't involve her becoming mindless. With some level of self-control reestablished she said, "Isn't this rather bold of you?"
Jack shrugged and smiled. "Can you blame me for wanting to show this thing off," he asked, and he emphasized his sizable erection.
She laughed at him. She had never noticed before, but Jack was rather cute. She might have liked him in high school had she given him the time. "So, if I were to do this for you, what would I do?"
"The first step would be to get on your knees. From there you just sort of play with it. You use your tongue and your mouth; you can even use your hands." Jack winked. "I'm not picky."
To further accentuate his size he slipped off his jeans and boxers completely, revealing his huge testicles to her. She seemed entrance by them.
"Should I get a napkin or something for your...You know."
Jack laughed at her comment. "A napkin won't do you much good with how I cum," he said, and he jiggled his scrotum for effect. She stared briefly, as if confused. "It'd probably be easier if you just took off your blouse."
Ambrosine suddenly blushed as realization set in. "Oh my...No, no, Jack, I couldn't do that."
"Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You're willing to suck me off, but you won't let me see you in your bra?"
She looked at him bashfully. While she understood his logic, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She toyed with the base of her shirt, but ultimately couldn't pull it off. There was just something holding her back.
"Don't worry, Ambrosine. It won't be like you're showing me something I've never seen before. I have two sisters, and trust me, Julie is anything but bashful," he said in a comforting tone.
She looked into his eyes and smiled. Something in what he said made her feel reassured that everything would be alright, and she pulled her shirt off. Ambrosine had a long torso, with a flat belly. She wasn't lean like his mother or Julie, but she was in good shape, with a healthy body that she maintained with a little bit of exercise and a healthy diet.
From somewhere in her ancestry she managed to grow two large, full D-cup breasts which strained a bra that was completely unflattering. Her breasts nearly broke the material, and from how she carried herself he could tell that she was ashamed of her sensual body. That was the first thing he intended to change about the young miss.
Jack stared at her bulging breasts. "You are a very beautiful girl," he said.
Ambrosine smiled faintly before she bit her lip and slid from her chair. Normally she wouldn't have liked being in such a position, with all of her power stripped away. Yet with Jack it felt natural. She smiled at him, letting him know how happy she was, and gingerly put a hand on his cock.
It was thick and warm, and it throbbed with power. Ambrosine liked how it felt in her hands, and that realization made her feel terrible. She kept holding it despite her personal disgust, and the only move she made was to place her second hand on it. More than half of it still stuck passed her two hands. She found its size both intimidating and arousing.
With out even realizing it she began moving her hands along his shaft. It was so thick and hard that it felt like a steel pipe on her hands. She savored the feel of such a big, powerful cock in her grasp. The fact that it was Jack, who was possible the most attractive creature on the planet, made her feel even luckier. Perhaps God wanted her to do this, perhaps it was his will. If so, then it would be wrong for her to refuse Jack.
Subconsciously she began to move her hand along his huge shaft. It felt like a thick fleshy bar, hard as steel and natural to her hands. To her it felt like a powerful idol of worship, radiating strength and virility. She felt lucky to be holding it, and she felt even luckier to be in the presence of Jack, who she thought was the most beautiful creature on the Earth. Perhaps she wasn't performing anything sinful by being with Jack; perhaps it was God's will. It would be wrong of her to refuse that will.
Ambrosine's fists moved in long, repetitive lines up his huge cock. She ran them from head to base with a firm grip. Slowly her movements transformed from a slow rhythm to an impassioned frenzy. She stared at his cock with a desperate longing, as lust slowly eclipsed her conscious mind.
Jack sat with his back straight and peered down at Ambrosine. Her hands were soft and not nearly big enough to encompass the girth of his huge cock, not that she didn't try. Together they worked in unison to bring him pleasure. It wasn't the worship he was used to, but the pleasure was undeniable. Who wouldn't enjoy a beautiful woman jerking off their cock?
Slowly he reached out and ran his hand through her hair. She didn't flinch or resist, even as her curled his palm around her head and jerked her forward. With her face a scant few inches away from his bulbous crown she merely jerked.
The only other reactions she had were to sniff at the pre-cum which oozed out and then look up at him. In opposition to her actions, she looked quite innocent as she jerked him off. Her big eyes were wide and pleading, as if begging him to enjoy her hands.
"How am I doing?" Ambrosine was the type who wanted to be the best at whatever she did. All through out school she had the highest grades, she was the most praised musician in the marching band, and she was the best singer in her choir. Her new found affinity for Jack's big cock was bolstered by this. Like all things, she wanted to be the best as sex.
Jack cracked a grin and nodded. "You have wonderful hands, but I thought you were going to give me a blowjob, Ambrosine."
She stared at his bulging cock. It smelled as big as it looked. The implication of stuffing it into her mouth was one of sheer eccentricity. There was no logic way that it would fit, she thought.
Yet it weighed heavy on her mind that he wanted a blowjob, and that she had agreed to do it in some manner. Though the words were never actually spoken, the intention was there, and she couldn't lie to him. Lying was, of course, a sin.
Still holding her head, Jack bucked forward into her hands. His cock head jerked up and popped her in the face, pressing right against her mouth. Her lips were closed, as were her teeth, and it met resistance. The force caused his cock to angle up and run along her face. It was so thick and long that it eclipsed half of her face.
There it rest. The warmth seeped into Ambrosine's skull, warping her perception. She closed her eyes and drew in the powerful scent which his cock exuded. The heat mingled with her passion, making it burn bright. The fragrance hung in the air until her heat touched it, then it ignited into a massive inferno of desire.
She groaned in heat from underneath his cock. Part of her tried to resist the passion out of fear of losing control and the rest of her was committed to pleasure. Her mouth watered, and she decided that she had to have just one taste. A sample of what he had to offer.
She opened her mouth slowly, and her hot breath cascaded over his shaft. Jack squirmed at the soft sensation. She ran her tongue out slowly, her eyes still closed. It dabbed against the hard flesh of his cock, slender like a spear, and she had her first taste.
Her tongue fanned out, allowing a multitude of her taste buds to get a feel of his flesh. The first taste was delightful for her. It made her feel happy delighted to be alive. The full taste made her head completely bright. Light invaded her very being.
His taste was transcendent. It carried her off to a new world which was full of sexuality. Every taste bed was brought to life through lightning. They exploded with flavors that tasted like color and sound. She had a small orgasm from just that minute contact.
She held her tongue there for a long time. Drool lined his shaft until she ran her tongue up, slipping it around his crown in a swirling motion. She moved her hands along with it, using the trail of saliva as lubrication.
When she burgeoned from his cock's umbra Ambrosine's demeanor had changed completely. She looked mad. It no longer mattered to her whether she was the best or not, all that mattered was that she was fully dedicated to serving his cock to the best of her ability. She sped up her movements, jerking briskly at his cock.
As she jerked him off she stared at his cock momentarily before looking up at him. Maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward and kissed the crown. Pre-cum bubbled out from his burning hot tip and oozing along her lips, but she was undeterred. Instead of showing any sort of disgusted she smeared it around her face, even running the sticky grime along her cheek. Finally she gave a throaty groan and buried the head into her hot, tight mouth.
Ambrosine began her cock sucking career by gorging herself on an inch or two of Jack's cock. She had trouble managing the size, as it was so incredibly thick. In her young life she had not even experienced a normal sized penis, so the gargantuan cock she tangled with was quite a challenge. Still, she was a Kernberry and that meant she put forth her best effort, even if it seemed hopeless.
Her tongue swirled around the crown viciously. It was as if she were trying to suck the sperm out of him. She smacked and gagged, and jerked wildly on his cock, all in the effort of getting him off. It was the only the only left on her mind, the only driving force behind her machinations at that moment. At some point she had been hit by a strange hunger. She needed him to climax, and she needed it badly.
Jack was impressed by her vigor. The truth was that his family was much better and more adept at sex, but Ambrosine still excited him in a special way. She attacked his cock with an enthusiasm unknown. Even her mother's performance and passion paled in comparison to hers. He supposed there was something to be said for sexual repression after all.
After some time her jaw grew tight from exertion. She disengaged his cock and kissed her way down his shaft. The kisses weren't little girl kisses like before. She instead gave his cock elongated, worshipful smacks that wetted his cock thoroughly. At the base she sucked briefly on one of his testicles before her tired mouth finally gave out.
With everything that she did, Jack couldn't contain it. He went into a fit of jerks and spasms. His legs tensed and his cock became even more turgid. Ambrosine felt his balls tightened and instinctively she knew what that meant.
Curious to see what his orgasm would actually look like, Ambrosine pulled back. She continued to run her hands along his shaft, but she rose up to see his cock change. The head swelled, and she swore that she could feel his sperm course through his shaft.
A powerful orgasm hit then. Sperm spewed out a foot in the air before coming down like a mortar attack. The angle made the sperm hit on her hands and forearms, which were thoroughly covered by his thick goo.
Jack shoved his dick towards her suddenly. She watched as his urethra opened up, depositing a thick, white ribbon of cum directly onto her face.
This continued for shot after shot. By the end her face and hair were a complete mess. His sticky sperm covered her body as well, coated in his essence. She didn't mind in the least. In fact she savored it, along with the powerful orgasm his cum seemed to give her. A small squeal escaped her lips as she tried to contain it, but she couldn't.
More sperm also coated her bust and slender neckline. Her mouth gaped during her orgasm, and a wad landed directly in her mouth. This brought her a third orgasm for the day.
When he was finally finished both were breathing heavy. Ambrosine hadn't stopped jerking his cock. She tried desperately to milk the last of his sperm out. When she did she dutifully swallowed it down then licked her lips clean. Her eyes had grown sultry, and her face flushed.
She started to lick her hands free, but Jack stopped her. "I want you to clean my cock off first."
Ambrosine looked rather dazed. She tilted her head briefly before obeying his command. His cock was still quite stiff and large when she took it into her mouth and slurped him clean. When finished she went back to personal grooming, licking up his mess from her body as if she were a cat.
Jack smiled at the sight, proud of what he had done. "I've baptized you, Ambrosine," he said with pride.
She acknowledged him with a nod and proceeded to smear his cum into her fleshy breasts. While looking at her sticky, shining breasts she said, "I bet most guys don't cum this much." She sounded proud of that fact, and she was. She was proud that Jack was so sexy, and she took pride in the fact that he sought her out to perform such acts on him.
Jack shrugged nonchalantly, but he secretly thrived on her praise. "I guess you're right," he said as a vain smile crept onto his face. "I suppose you could say that I am better than others. Maybe you should worship me, Ambrosine, and my SIZABLE capabilities. You know the things I can do and will do to you if you're a good girl."