The Ultimate Smut Collection 5

by Carl S East

  I did so, rubbing and kneading steadily while the pleasure spiked inside. Some orgasms were explosive, but the ones I brought myself were like being taken off my feet by an ocean wave; they were powerful but gentle, and left me helpless. I moaned when the peak hit, whimpering while I coasted down the other side. I was powerless in its grip, writhing slowly on the bed while my hips surged upward, bringing me up to my phantom lover again and again.

  The climax passed, leaving me gasping. I reveled in the relaxation and lack of desire, even though I knew that it was just going to return even stronger until Jessie was involved.

  I was glad to hear that Jessie had come up with a possible solution, but I enjoyed the pleasure that the female form brought me. There were downsides, like the constant horniness and the backaches, the initial awkwardness of movement that Jessie and I had both beaten, and of course the lack of any official existence. There were options for those caught by permanent transformations, but didn’t want to go public with our affliction. That was part of the reason that we ran an independent potioneer’s shop instead of working for someone else.

  My body finally calmed down enough for me to feel the urges start to ramp up again. I moaned quietly, waiting for Jessie to wake up so that I could screw him into a coma.

  It had been a difficult adjustment on both sides. However, needs must and we both understand that it was more of an arrangement of necessity than anything else. Our relationship had gradually grown comfortable with the constant sex. We had both tried other men from time to time, but it was just like masturbation; it felt nice, but for lasting freedom from the urges we could only turn to each other. Even then, we had to come back at least once a day or the urges would start to build to the critical point.

  I stood and walked down the hallway, grabbing up the robe as I went. I wrapped it around my spectacular body, tying the sash carelessly. I didn’t expect to wear it for very long since I was incredibly horny, though I wasn’t to the point of dripping yet. I slipped into Jessie’s room and found him sitting on the bed, grinning at me. I grinned back and said, “Guess someone’s anticipating a special present.”

  “Shyeah. And I guess someone had a visit from the tit fairy.”

  I laughed and pulled at the top of my robe, spreading it open to reveal my gigantic bosom. They quivered and jiggled with each breath and step, and I said, “You have NO idea how ready they are for you, either.” Ours wasn’t a relationship of pet names or coy talk. We were friends helping each other through difficult times and now that we had a glimmer of hope, it had turned fun again.

  I crawled into bed with him, the silk robe and my own hair spreading behind me to create a curtain that floated over us. I smiled at him, the two of us face to face and blocked out of the rest of the world by the rippling waves of hair and silk. I was on my hands and knees, my gigantic breasts barely brushing against his chest. I was so hot and ready that I was starting to drip, and I felt his cock tease my lower lips. Jessie grinned at me and didn’t move, and I snickered. Jessie was obviously glad to have his cock back, and in my current state, I was glad to see it as well.

  He said, “I have something I want to try, but I know you need something else first.” He lifted his hips, just enough for the head of his shaft to slide over the opening, and I moaned. The first time after a change was never the best, but we both knew what I needed. I slowly lowered my hips, rolling my eyes upward and groaning as he slid into me. It had been a month since the last time I’d felt this, and the first time was always the most intense. I sighed when I reached bottom, feeling myself grasp at him with my inner muscles. He groaned, and I started to roll my hips.

  The first time after the full moon was not a time for art, nor tenderness. It was raw need on my part, and he was happy to comply with it. My breasts bobbed and slid against his chest, the hair driving me even higher when it rippled over my engorged nipples. I closed my eyes and hissed through my teeth, my pace increasing. Jessie took ahold of my slender waist, steadying me and providing himself with the leverage to pump his own hips upward to meet me. The noises from his throat, tiny groans and grunts, were just further stimulation to my frantic desire.

  I groaned and yelped, my hips moving faster. There was nothing in my world but the sensations roaring through me, and I knew that I was reaching my peak. Jessie’s motions sped up as well, our flesh slapping together and the groans deepening. Just as the pleasure started to peak, he pushed his hips up hard and held them there while he exploded inside me. I came at the same time, shaking and wailing, milking him for all that I could get. The deep sense of relief spread through me like the pleasure had, and I relaxed on top of him. He smiled and rolled me off him, standing up to move to the cabinet in the corner of the room. I grinned at him.

  “Close your eyes,” he said. I closed my eyes and waited while he moved around. I whined slightly when he pulled closer and then backed away two or three times, teasing me.

  I felt something moving on my left shin. It was warm and it spread slowly. His first two fingers dipped into it and I knew that he’d started with oil. There was the faint scent of raspberries in the air, one of my favorite flavors and smells, and I breathed deeply. My body had relaxed and I was able to enjoy the sensations.

  He spread the oil slowly, circling the spot where it had first landed on me and spiraling outward. I smiled and shifted a little, and he stroked the oil over my skin until it had coated my lower leg. He spent plenty of time caressing my shin and my calf, and the extremely sensitive skin behind my knee. I smiled and shifted again giving him a tiny purr deep in my throat to let him know that it was working. I felt my nipples stiffen in the warm air, pointing upward from their giant bases.

  Rather than moving higher, he moved lower. He dripped some more oil onto the top of my foot and then started rubbing it in with both hands. I groaned when he pressed his thumbs deep into the ball of my tiny foot, and he softly kissed each toe while he massaged the arch. He neglected nothing, his hands finding the soft pleasure points all through my foot until I felt as if my bones simply stopped at the knee.

  Then he did the same on the other one.

  By the time he was done, I had lost track of time. It could have been hours since the initial lovemaking. I knew that everything he was doing was adding to the heat in my belly, just as if it were in one of my dreams. I smiled and raised my hips just a little for a moment and he chuckled.

  Jessie moved away and I made a small-disappointed noise. I couldn’t track him by sound when he didn’t want me to, so I lay there waiting to see where the next assault would come from and what it would bring.

  I felt his finger on the inside of my elbow. It took everything I had not to flinch away in surprise. I relaxed after a moment and he started drawing his finger down the inside of my forearm toward my wrist. He went slowly, and the touch was so light that it nearly wasn’t there. I knew the sensation, since he’d practiced it on me for a while before getting it exactly how he wanted it. Heaven touch, he called it, so light that his fingertip was actually floating just above the skin and I tracked him by the tiny movements of the hairs on my arm. I don’t know where he found out about it and right then I didn’t care. I sighed at the sensation, grasping his finger just slightly when he finally got to my palm. He chuckled.

  Then he did the same again, this time with two fingers. It went on for a while, each time sending billions of prickles up my arm to my neck, where they traveled leisurely down my spine until adding to the heat down below. I could feel myself getting moist again, and it was difficult to keep from moaning softly with each breath. This was my favorite game, the one that turned me on the most. I had to stay as still as possible with my arms splayed and my eyes closed. It was more difficult than blindfolding and scarf play but I found it to be more rewarding.

  Now, for instance. He’d stroked my arm until I was mad with it. I’d read somewhere about a woman who would climax just from that, and I believed it. I wanted him inside me so badly that it hurt. My tiny moans were s
tarting to mix with whines of frustration and need. Jessie just chuckled and moved to my throat and collarbones. He used his mouth as well as his fingers this time, his lips hot, wet and soft on my skin. It was as if he was tuning me up, getting me to the point where he could play me like a musical instrument. Every so often, he would bump against me, and I felt that the game was turning him on as well.

  Jessie whispered in my ear, “This is something I read about that might be interesting. But you have to let me do it to you. Don’t move.”

  I moaned between gritted teeth and nodded. His touches were slowly setting me on fire, and every time he went to a new spot, it felt as though my body was getting more and more sensitive. He returned to my throat and neck, each nibble sending burning shockwaves through me while I shivered and moaned. I felt my hips try to pump upward again, but I managed to stop them.

  His next assault point was my belly. He used the oil again and pressed on me strongly to rub it in. He worked as if he had all the time in the world, stroking and kneading at my spectacular flesh. I writhed under the delicious assault, stunned that I was getting such pleasure out of an area I had always considered attractive but not necessary for sex. Now it was as if I had grown an entire new set of nerves just for him to play with. He finished with the oil and went back to his heaven touch, making me gasp and quake while he traced pictures over my skin. I was dripping wet and each touch was sending me higher. He worked his way higher too though he never actually touched my breasts. He played underneath them, in the delicate skin that they usually hid. I moaned when he touched there. I felt like I was reaching some sort of peak but we were taking a hell of a long time to get there. I didn’t care; it was an amazing journey.

  I was surprised when he left off and then came around to the side of the bed near my head again. Apparently, he was just going to tease me until my head flew off. The moans from my throat were constant now, mixed in with tiny yelps and shuddering breaths. I couldn’t control any of it. Then he picked up my hand and softly drew a line down the inside of my forearm again, his finger barely touching. I yelped aloud. It was wildly more sensitive than the last time he’d done that, to the point where it was making me pump my hips for real. The heat inside me was growing into a raging fire, burning brighter and brighter. “Yes!” I gasped. “Yes yes yes YES!”

  Jessie chuckled and stayed right where he was, stroking and interspersing the strokes with the gentlest of licks. I gripped at the sheets with my other hand, trying to keep my eyes closed. There was nothing I could do about the way that my hips were moving up and down and I felt myself nearing the edge.

  Jessie just stayed right where he was, stroking and caressing while I got wilder with the heat. I was past need now; we were having sex, even though he’d never touched areas I would have covered with a bikini.

  I was too far gone to know whether it was a kiss or a stoke that finally set me off but I know when it happened. I sucked in a giant breath as my stomach muscles tightened. I started bucking my hips and then cried out when the heat contracted to a single point before exploding through me. The ecstasy was so big that it scared me a little; I felt like I was balanced on the tip of a rocket, and I didn’t know what would happen if I fell. I did fall, of course, only to be burned by the flames underneath. I didn’t care, wrapped up in screaming delight. The whole room vanished; all my senses were wrapped up in the bliss that was radiating through me.

  When I finally calmed down a little, I became aware that Jessie was still holding my hand. He leaned over and whispered, “That was just the start.”

  My eyes snapped open in shock and I saw him grinning at me. I smiled back, too wrung out by pleasure to make words or even react. Getting no objection, he went back to work. I was hypersensitive from the monstrous climax but somehow his touches, the warm room and the sensitivity all combined to make this warm, wet place where my body was willing to keep going. He was willing as well; he went back to my belly and continued his work.

  This time I cried out with his touch; compared to this, his previous touches were like sandpaper. I felt the heat rising again, this time incredibly fast, and by the time he was at work beneath my breasts I couldn’t handle it anymore. He nibbled at the flesh down there and I screamed as another climax rolled through me. It wasn’t as powerful as the last one, in the same way that a runaway freight train wasn’t as powerful as a rocket ship. I screamed partly out of shock and mostly out of sheer bliss. How could my body have another climax in it, and so soon?

  Jessie just went on until he had me to the point where his barest touch, anywhere, would send me into another screaming orgasm. I lost track of how many times he did it to me but he appeared willing to continue until one of us was dead, so I finally begged him to stop. I lay there in the bed, cooling, worried that I’d set the sheets on fire.

  I lay on my side, panting, trying to remember who I was and what I was doing there. After a while, my panting softened to regular breathing and he figured that it was safe enough. He touched my shoulder and when I didn’t start writhing and screaming again, he slid into the bed behind me.

  I pressed myself up against him and he wrapped one arm around my bosom. It was the first time all night that he’d even touched my enormous breasts and I was distantly impressed at his restraint.

  “That was…that was…” I whispered, unable to find words or take deeper breaths to try to describe it.

  He chuckled and kissed my neck. “Good. You can try it on me next time and…” he trailed off as we both realized that our way of life would soon be ending. The afterglow settled in on me was almost as strong as a regular climax and I didn’t want to spoil it by thinking about sad things. I could feel his hot, hard shaft pressing against me and I knew that if I didn’t do something about it that the need would just come back.

  I shifted my butt against him, moving upward until I could angle him between my cheeks and gently engulf him. I was very wet, and he slid into me without any resistance. Jessie moaned and chuckled at the same time and then he started to pump his hips. I knew that my recent display had him to the point of explosion so it wasn’t going to be long.

  There was nothing in the world like being filled up by him. True, the orgasm marathon had been amazing, but this was what this body actually desired. I felt safe in his strong embrace and loved the feeling of him rocking inside me. It was warm and quiet, with his ragged breathing the only real sound in the room. I took his hand and held it and he grasped me strongly. His hard body was tense, and I was glad that I could help him through his need as well as mine.

  He pressed his head up against mine when he reached the edge, his face a bare inch from my ear. I smiled when he hitched in some unsteady breaths before groaning while he pushed deep and started jerking. Jessie’s whole body clenched with each pulse, and I could tell that it was a much larger load than usual. He’d really been controlling himself. I stroked his hand while he came and then relaxed, his softening cock pulling out of me.

  We fell asleep like that, as we had so many times, wrapped in each other’s arms. I slept and didn’t dream for once, my body too wrung out to pretend that there was still desire inside. We slept through the night like that, exhausted from our activities.

  I woke up feeling normal rather than raging with desire. It was a nice change, and I sent a mental blessing to whoever had written what Jessie had read to cause him to do that to me. I extricated myself from his arms and got up, wincing at the residual soreness. This body was made for sex and highly attuned to it but last yesterday had been extreme even for that.

  In two days, it would all be over. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast while I thought about that, and by the time that my meal was consumed I’d come to a decision. I got dressed, went down to the office and found the number for the wizard Jessie had made the appointment with. Apparently, it was the man’s private line because he picked up immediately.

  I told him what I’d decided and he chuckled and asked if I was sure. I said that I was, and he sai
d that he’d make the necessary alterations in the spell that he was concocting for us. I thanked him and hung up.

  I surprised myself by being more relaxed for the next three days. We didn’t have another climax marathon, mostly because it was beyond my capabilities to survive more than once a month. But we got by with our regular lovemaking sessions in the mornings and evenings. I felt more and more relaxed and confident as the day drew near.

  The wizard made me think of a televangelist, all slick suit and perfect hair. He tried to explain what he could of the process that had led to the spell, but once again it was beyond my capability to understand much of it. Jessie got a little more out of it, but I could tell that half the time he was just smiling and nodding. Part of the fee was in cash, but part of it would be paid off over the next two years in free consulting work for his organization. He employed some of the best potioneer’s in the business, and the only thing that had held Jessie and me back from joining a group like his was the curse.

  The wizard led us to his private workshop, where he’d laid out a circle. I could feel the difference between it and the other circles that I’d encountered in the past; this one was much stronger than the others. He had us stand inside while he worked his spell. I held Jessie’s hand and he squeezed back with a reassuring smile. This was going to change everything.

  I closed my eyes when the shock hit me, that same sense of shocking cold that hit in the middle of the night sometimes. This time it was mixed with the fire that hit Jessie. We both gasped and the world spun around us. I collapsed and Jessie’s heavy weight folded down on top of me.

  When we woke up, we were in the stylish chairs in the wizard’s office. Jessie was looking at me with a shocked expression, having woken up a moment earlier. I looked down and was pleased to see the same huge breasts pushing deliciously at the front of my shirt. Jessie said, “What…what…”