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Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica: Volume 3 (Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica Series)

Page 31

by Charlie Buxton


  In the dream, Max gave herself over to the passion and pleasure that washed over her. Cam tensed beneath her, expelling his fiery, urgent fluids into her. Suddenly, she awoke, snapping out of the dream only to realize that she was uncontrollably convulsing, overcome with rippling waves of lust that forced her to orgasm. She panicked, unable to quell the throbbing torrent that seized her body. As she bucked, her arrhythmic panting grew more labored and uncontrollable until the climax subsided and her body stopped shaking. Max's chest was heaving as she sucked in the oxygen, desperate to recover from the earth-shaking orgasm. She'd never experienced something so violently intense. Her wide eyes scanned the bed, noticing that the sheets under her crotch were now soaked with vaginal secretions.

  Max stripped off her soiled panties and the sheets and hopped into the shower. As the hot water rained down on her, she realized that her hands were still trembling ever so slightly. The dream was that intense. As she washed the sweat and cum off of her firm body, her mind was spinning. That hardcore mental barrier she'd projected to ensure the fear and respect of others was showing cracks. It was almost as if it represented an aspect of her personality that was now more of an albatross that a protective measure. It was holding her back.

  Unable to sleep, Max stayed up, contemplating everything that had happened recently. She went over all the insults, the jabs, the dirty looks, the unwarranted problems she'd thrown at Cam. Guilt started to worm its way into her mind. She had reasons why it was better to be disliked than embraced. They were personal to her. She didn't like having this internal dialogue, this internal conflict. Introspection wasn't something she excelled at. It wasn't her forte.

  Max typically wore her emotions on her sleeve and never left anything to interpretation. She was more than happy to spell out something loud and clear, usually with expletives and impolite gestures of the body. She was more than what she wore on her sleeve, though. As much as she hated to admit it, she was far more complex than that, and far deeper.

  What better to do when you're kept awake by sexual fantasy-induced insomnia but punish your body? That's what she did. An assortment of free weights, plyometric equipment and resistance bands littered her otherwise well-organized living quarters. Wearing nothing but a pair of barely there panties, she went to work, trying to purge the image of Cam grunting underneath her, struggling to unload his filthy seed into her.

  The brain she'd trained to submit to the will of her heart agreed that those intrusive images were an abomination. Her body, though, betrayed her. For as the images ran rampant through her mind, hijacking her thoughts beyond her best efforts, her body reacted. Her nipples hardened, her breath quickened, her heart pounded, blood engorged her pubis, swelling her labia as her tender canal ran slick with desire. Anxiously, she ran the gamut of push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, dumbbell curls, jump rope, all aimed to distract her from those obvious nagging images that had, just hours ago, awakened her, forcing her to orgasm. Within a short time her body was glistening again, inside and out. A thin sheen of sweat coated her while her panties grew more and more damp from the seeping secretions.

  The vigorous exercise triggered an unexpected response. Instead of quelling Max's hormonal tempest, the increased blood flow drove her into a sexually-fueled hysteria. She dropped the dumbbells she'd just used to do a set of curls and hurried over to her bedside night table, impatiently yanking out the drawer. Inside was a thick, turqoise-colored rubber dildo.

  Seemingly both angry and lustfully insatiable, Max threw herself onto her back on the bed, her chest still heaving from the workout, kicked off her panties and slid the lengthy phallus easily into her tight, dewy slit. Biting her lip and thrusting her hips up into the dildo, she furiously fucked herself, violently shoving the rubber cock in and out of her sodden pussy. Static images of the Cam from her dream, possessed by carnal mania, invaded again. As she pumped the dildo in and out of herself, she kept seeing his face; teeth grinding, sweaty brow, ready to expel his warm seed into her. This only helped to further her delirium.

  At this point, Max was already on the verge of cumming. Gritting her teeth through the excruciating episode, she drove the dildo in faster and harder until it was nearly a blur. Drops of pussy juice were inadvertently being flicked onto the sheets as she energetically jabbed the thick false cock into herself. The juice was constantly dribbling out of her now, the flood of passion building up in her, threatening to blow.Max's whimpers grew more heated and strained, guttural and fierce, until she finally threw up her hips, jamming the dildo as deep as it would go. Her breathing stopped and her body stiffened up until she released a bellowing growl, the veins in her neck pulsing against her skin and her face flush with blood. She pulled out the dildo and her pussy spewed a gushing stream of fluid as it pulsed and contracted almost mechanically. Her entire body went through the motions, convulsing, helplessly assaulted by bliss.

  After a minute or so, the contractions subsided and her breathing returned to normalcy, her body loosening still. She was still a rubbery, exerted mess, splayed out on the bed, uselessly glazed and spent. Max closed her eyes and rested a hand on her forehead, her chest rising and falling in the aftermath of the orgasm. The whole episode was so deliciously brutal that, for a moment, she feared she might suffer a heart attack or stroke. It was that good. The image of Cam snuck into her mind again, reminding her of what she'd done and why. It was as if her mind was taunting her now.

  Exhausted, Max stood up, her entire body aching now. She took the dildo in her hand, realizing what she'd done. "Fuck." she muttered, tossing it to the floor.

  The End

 

 

 


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