A Tape Named Jim

For the first time since he was a child Gary felt himself taken with unfiltered, pure old-fashioned terror. The combined force of Cynthia’s voice from behind him and his body encompassing orgasm made him swoon. His hands jerked away from his penis and semen blew a clear foot into the air only to land in a hot stream on his bare thigh. On the television screen he saw Cynthia licking cum off of Jim’s cock; he saw it dribbling down her smiling lips and chin. He turned his head away from the television and to his horror saw Cynthia leaning in the doorway of her room, her hair dripping wet from the shower that was still running in her bathroom. She wore a satiny white robe that came down to just cover her elbows and ended just above her knees. Her arms were crossed calmly below her breasts as she looked at him. Gary felt his entire body begin to shake as he stared at her, and she at him.

Gary opened his mouth as if to speak, and remained that way for however long he did not know."I’m sorry," seemed a touch weak."My god I’m so embarrassed," seemed honest but far too obvious considering his pants were around his ankles, his cock still in his hands, and fresh semen still pumping out of his cock everywhere from his hands to his balls an everywhere in-between. So he decided to go with the mercy approach. "Cynthia," he said. "I, I don’t know what to say?"

Still leaning in the doorway in the same pose she said in a calm, almost whispery tone:"Then don’t say anything." With a slow, graceful movement Cynthia stepped out of the doorway. Gary’s only movement was his neck as it craned, following her movements as she nonchalantly walked in front of the vented closet door, which gave her a perfect view of both the entertainment center, and the loveseat where Gary still shook and came. At first, Cynthia did not say another word. She shifted her eyes at Gary, his hands shaking, eyes bulging, and his cock still hard beneath his fist and a healthy coat of cum. Arms still crossed, and with only the slightest movement of her head she shifted her gaze to the television screen. Cynthia watched herself on the screen as she was now lying on the bed; Jim’s back was to the camera. All that was really visible of her were her still stockinged legs outstretched and spread above Jim’s head. That and her blonde hair flipping back and forth in the background, what with his face being buried deep between her legs and all. What was clear was that she was screaming like a banshee.

Cynthia shifted her gaze back at Gary. "Now do you remember Jim?"

Gary looked back up at her. The shock was beginning to dissipate for him now. As was a small degree of the embarrassment as it was either now divided between the two of them, or as another thought entered his clearing mind. The two of them were watching a videotape of a man going down on her; of her flaying her legs in the air like a set of wings, screaming in pleasure like an animal- and as she stood there watching it with him she did not seem to mind.

At the same time her roommate’s boyfriend was sitting as he was. And again, she did not seem to mind. Gary opened his mouth to speak and the words came out with clarity and confidence he rarely was able to call upon. "Yes," said Gary. "I remember Jim." With the clarity of his voice and the strange development of the current situation, Gary’s thoughts began to come back in order. Events were coming into order. "Can I ask you a question Cynthia?"

"You can ask but that does not mean I am going to necessarily answer?" she said. Gary noticed that her gaze had dropped down from his face to his fists. Whether she was looking at his hands, his cock, or the cum that was everywhere he was not sure.

"Well I cannot help but notice…" he said with a quick glance at the screen. Cynthia was now straddling Jim as he lay on his back, grinding his cock into her and screaming as if she were riding a bull.

"Yes?"

"… Don’t people usually dry off after a shower before they put a robe on?" Gary had noticed even when she had first made her presence known that her hair was dripping wet, but he had not noticed that the satiny white robe she wore clung to her body, adhered by a layer of water that connected satin to skin. Water was dripping down her thighs and arms yet. Her hips and breasts were clearly visible through the wet, transparent satin that clung to her body, causing each movement she made to pull the robe open bit by bit, showing what lay beneath. Her hair was a wet, matted, uncombed, and exotically sexy mass.

The tape which had set this turn of events into motion now showed Cynthia and Jim doing things that Gary was not even sure how to describe; and the intense scent of semen and the freshness of wet skin hung in the air like an invisible smoke. All things were converging into something of a scene in its own right as Gary waited for an answer to his question.

For the first time in this strange occurrence, Cynthia looked down at Gary and a thin, closed lipped smile edged up the corner of one side of her lip. Without a word, she gingerly took a few steps away from the closet door and knelt down in front of Gary. With the same sly smile and more than a fiendish look in her eyes she answered his question in a smoky, fluid half whisper:"sometimes."

With the last syllable she spoke, things changed. For as soon as the word exited her mouth her lips again parted with the same fluidity with which she had spoken. Only this time her lips halted as they barely opened, as if for a kiss while at the same time she took between her thumb and forefinger Gary’s entire left wrist, bringing it away from his cock and slowly, patiently to her lips.

Gary watched as she guided his cum coated index finger to her lips. At first, the thick layer of semen restricted any sensation he may have felt, but as her lips further parted and her tongue began to wrap around his finger he felt a renewed excitement. When she pushed his finger all the way into her open mouth and pursed her lips around it while pulling it back out, he felt the suction of her lips and the grace of her tongue eagerly taking the cum. His finger exited her mouth clean, wet and shimmering.

Cynthia flicked her tongue fast and playfully against the webbing between his index and middle finger, taking the spot of cum that lay in the small groove before she dragged her tongue along his middle finger from base to tip, taking a healthy dose of cum on the end of her tongue. She let it dangle there for a moment, as if teasing the warm liquid itself before bringing her tongue back into her mouth and doing what could only be described as drinking it. Gary only watched, unable and unwanting to move. She took his entire finger into her mouth and sucked it clean as she had done the previous. Although his eyes were vexed on her, he still heard the guttural sounds of she and Jim; behind it what was -all things considered- the oddly piercing music of Queensryche.

As she took his ring and pinkie fingers together she shifted her gaze to his face. His eyes connected with hers and he forgot all else as he felt her tongue, invisible behind the walls of her tightly pressed lips, lick and bend and slither between his fingers. He felt dizzy and lightheaded as she pushed his fingers in farther. He became completely mesmerized as his gaze drifted to her neck. Her throat became a hypnotist's swinging gold watch as the muscles of her throat swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

She turned his wrist palm upward. She looked up at him as her mouth went to work; her extended tongue stretched out long and wide as she lapped up his still warm semen slowly and carefully, following the groves and lines of his hand as if she could tell his future with her taste buds. She kissed and licked and sucked his hand all over again, fingers, knuckles, and creases until all was done.

As she gently set his hand back down she tried to connect to his eyes. He was again looking beyond her, slack jawed and dazed. With a slick knowing grin she turned and looked to see what he was looking at.

"I told you the best part was when he took me from behind," she said in a startling matter of fact tone.

Gary’s face jerked back to her. "Jesus," he said in a dazed voice. "Didn’t that hurt?"

Cynthia continued with her sly smile and rested her hands, palms down, on each of Gary’s thighs. With a slight tilt forward she began to kiss cum off of the head of his semi-erect cock."What do you think?" she half whispered between her kisses."My shoulders were a bit soar…my wrists a touch…chaffed… …but I…am…rather flexible…" She pressed her nails gently into the muscle of his thighs and only the bare tip of her tongue she licked her way from the tip of his head, down his shaft, and through his pubic hair before looking up at him with a maniacal, almost perverse grin. She looked him dead in the eye and said in the most seductive tone she could muster:"Doesn’t Susan like it rough?"

With predictability and ease Cynthia dug her nails ever so slightly into his thighs as his body jerked in panic. She could almost taste the fear seeping from his skin; she could feel the stark terror pass through his body and penetrate through her own, making her feel warm, lightheaded, as if the guilt suddenly exploding out of him then radiated through her body as a pulse of total sensuality. She held back her moan.

"Oh my God Susan," the words came out sounding like somebody was strangling him.

Cynthia dropped all changes to her tone of voice. There was no deliberate half whispering; no tingle to the back of her throat; no breathless misty quality as she said in an almost business like tone: "Youdo remember Susan?"

"I, I, oh holy shit… I " was all he was able to muster out.

"Well how long have you two been seeing each other. A couple of months?" she said.

"In two weeks it will be two months," he said. Cynthia could practically smell the guilt sweating out of his pores. Yet she could still see him flickering his glance between herself and the television screen. She didn’t need to look at it; she could tell what he was seeing by the sounds of her own pillow muffled screams coming through the speakers in perfect surround sound.

Cynthia reached up and grabbed the top of Gary’s right sock. Digging in her nails she yanked down hard, taking the sock and his fine leather loafer off in one fast tearing motion. She forcefully slid it across the hardwood floor where to struck one of the tower speakers with a thump which by total coincidence timed perfectly with the sound coming out of the speaker of her back slamming into the headboard of her bed."Well then…" she said as she ripped down the other side in a similar manner. Gary flinched at the pain of her nails digging into his calf. Cynthia threw the shoe and sock over Gary’s shoulder, deliberately missing his head by a mere few inches."…Whatever…" she yanked his nice kacki Dockers and briefs off in one fast painful jerk and threw them behind her as she finished:"…are we to do?"

Cynthia looked at the terror and confusion on Gary’s face and had to force herself to hold back her smile as she rose back up on her knees.

Gary did not so much as breath or blink as he absorbed Cynthia as she knelt before him. Her hair was still dripping wet. Her robe served no better purpose than to keep her skin from drying and show what every inch of her body looked like through wet, tightened white satin; the well formed curve of her shoulders and her well developed arms. The swells of her rounded but firm breasts. The right breast half covered by the shear, wet robe- her nipple a dark shadow that appeared ready to tear through the delicate weave of the cloth. Her left breast almost completely free of the robe that now had worked its way off of her left shoulder to the elbow. The white satin clinging only below the nipple and was slowly peeling away from the friction of her heaving chest and the wet cloth. Her stomach flat and slightly concave at the moment as she arched her back. Her skin was not tanned, not pale, and definitely not flawed as water dripped down her body everywhere from her wet mass of hair thrown over her left shoulder. Trying to look at all of her at once, he did not hesitate when she said in a rather calm tone: "Take off your shirt."

Even as his black Tee shirt flew across the room, her eyes scanned Gary up and down. His chest and shoulders looked as if they had been sculpted. Finely toned muscles that fit his frame to a tee. Protruding abdominal muscles she wanted to trace again and again with her tongue like a maze. He had the well-formed legs of a runner, the beautiful olive skin that came with Mediterranean decent but not the masses of body hair that often came with such gorgeous skin. The only mass of body hair Cynthia saw was the dark tangled mass of pubic hair surrounding his semi-hard cock and swollen balls that lay between his parted legs. Yet even this was partially obscured by the streams and puddles of cum that adorned his entire pelvic region. She continued to scan him up and down as from behind her came the more subdued sounds of herself and Jim, gentle moaning and hard breathing. She cocked herself a slight smile as she reminisced of that particular scene, causing her slightly parted legs to moisten. She refocused on what sat before her and felt herself warm even more. Her eyes fixed upon Gary; she parted her lips to speak. This time reclaiming the sensual half whisper in her vocal tone as she said to him again:"whatever are we to do?"

Gary opened his mouth even as Cynthia opened hers. He had no idea what he was exactly going to say."Please we can’t do this… I should really go… What are we going to tell Susan?…I should really really go…" were but a few of his well-intentioned responses.It became a race as to who would strike first. Gary felt his vocal cords vibrate as he attempted to let out a well-intentioned phrase. All that came out of his mouth though was a long doctor’s office style"ahhh" as he lost the race to respond.

Cynthia simply fell forward as Gary opened his mouth. The wet robe dislodged from her right shoulder and fell to the elbow just as her hands hit the love seat, palm down on either side of Gary. Her open mouth took Gary’s cock and closed around it with the same speed she fell forward with. Before Gary was able to gasp out his"ahhh" , Cynthia took Gary’s full cock into her mouth and clamped it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her tongue swirled, tasting again the thick bittersweet taste of his cum. His cock still only half hard, she sucked in her cheeks and bent his soft member around, bending it and twisting it as she pleased. While at the same time sucking out the final drops of semen from his previous orgasm. She felt him shutter as she began to motion up and down on him, tightening the seal of her lips hard around his shaft and sliding her lips up and down, taking the last bits of cum and swallowing them with delight. She moved her lips up his shaft and swirled her tongue around his head in tight little circles, ending by flickering the very tip of her tongue on the very tip of his cock. Just as she had predicted, his entire body tensed and he gasped in. She dug her nails into his hips and peered up at him, licking the tip of his hardening cock like a lollipop. The familiar grin on her face.

"wha..what…what are you doing?" he blurted between fast breaths.

She took her tongue from his head and wrapped her hand around his quickly hardening shaft, taking care to feel every stiffening vein, every growing ridge as she felt more and more moisture begin to inch down her own thigh."I’m sucking your cock," she said with a quick and hard flick of her tongue to his tip. His entire body jerked. She pulled upward on his cock gently, but enough to make him elevate his entire body a few inches. Again, flicking her tongue fast and hard on his tip she reached down between his legs and stretched her fingers around his balls just as his eased back down. With a mixture of cum and sweat she began to roll and massage his balls between her fingers. He moaned loudly and threw his head back She took a quick and hard suck of his cock and looked back up at him. She dragged her tongue up and down his ever-hardening shaft. His now watering eyes were still clearly darting between the television and her face as she licked him up and down."Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he said.

"And do you like what you are watching there?" she said in a low voice just before dragging her tongue up the bottom side of his cock and giving his balls a gentle scratch with her nails. She scratched a bit harder as she heard her own voice again make a muffled scream through the speakers. She could actually feel the vibrations against her back. She rubbed her thighs together, reveling in the wetness that coated her legs now to the knees.

"But, but Susan…"he groaned. She could now feel every groove, line, and vein as it crossed the surface of her tongue. His balls felt like they had been soaked in oil. Over the speakers she heard more of her own muffled screams going in rhythm with a constant, hollow, thumping sound. She shifted her legs a bit and her entire body shuttered as the mere rubbing of her own legs together almost made her cum.

"What about Susan?"

"But Susan… I…"

With gentle ease Cynthia pulled her hand out and away from Gary’s balls. Cynthia looked at the screen and saw herself. She saw Gary staring at the screen in disbelief."I told you I was flexible."

Gary looked back down at her and attempted something that might have been construed as a smile.

With first a quick grin, and a mindful listen to the moans coming out of the speakers, Cynthia took Gary’s cock gently into her mouth as if she were to kiss it. She placed her hands on his legs, caressing his skin in little massaging circles with just her fingertips, allowing him to relax just a bit, ever mindful of what she was listening to from the speakers."not yet…not yet…" the thought rang through her head as she nuzzled his head with her lips and paid total attention to the sounds of her own quickening moans over the speakers.."not yet... almost…almost…"

"Oh that’s nice," he let out a subdued sigh and opened his mouth to exhale slowly. The sound he made next would not be a sigh.

"almost... almost…"

Her groans became louder and faster over the stereo.

"Now"

Cynthia simultaneously locked her lips around Gary’s head and sucked with every bit of lungpower she could muster. She went lightheaded almost instantly. She tasted the precum as it burst into her mouth with all the force of an orgasm."perfect," she thought to herself as the sound of Gary’s scream filled one ear. Just as she had locked down on the head of his cock and his body jerked wildly, the stereo threw the sound of her own voice screaming back at her through the other ear. She took his head for just an instant; but it was enough. She released him and before his body finished its spasm Cynthia threw herself away from the loveseat onto her back. She looked up as Gary fell back to the loveseat, eyes bulging, his body trying to decide if it had been pleasure or pain.

She began to push herself away with only her legs. With each push, waves of ecstasy roared through her thighs, tearing through her pussy, and shooting clear through her entire body. She moaned with each push along the floor,"please, must cum… have to…going to cum…have to get out of this fucking robe… fuck me… have to cum now get over here and split me in two…"

Her wet robe fell beneath her as she pushed herself back. Back away from Gary; back away from the view of the video. Back towards the closet door and the wall.