Chemistry, An Erotica Story (3 page)

"Oh
damn!" cried out Gwen.  She leaned down to kiss him as her cream began
flowing again, coating his cock well. 

"Shit!
I'm going to come soon, baby!" warned Brock, grabbing her tits.

Upon
hearing that Gwen stopped immediately, climbing off Brock. Oh, how she wanted
to feel him inside her, but again, she did not want it to end yet. She got off
him and the bed, catching her breath. Brock lay there gasping as well, looking
up at Gwen, waiting for her next move. She may have been young and pretty
inexperienced, but she was clearly now in control.

"I
want you behind me.  Is that okay?" asked Gwen hesitantly, looking for
permission from him.

"Okay?
I say it's better than that," smiled Brock, sitting up and getting off the
bed.  He positioned her so that they were facing the mirror on the dresser.

 Gwen
knelt on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off the side. She spread her
legs and waited for Brock to take his position behind her. Her palms were flat
down on the bed, her back slightly arched as Gwen patiently waited for her
lover to take her the way she wanted to be taken. Brock took one look at her
beautiful round, tight ass, with her delicious pink hole exposed, and moved
into position.

"Ready?"
asked Brock, grabbing his stiff pole.

"Please.
Give it to me, give it to me hard" begged Gwen, getting wet at the thought
of being fucked from behind by Brock. She watched him taking her in the mirror,
and the visual of their coupling combined with the physical sensations were
driving her wild.

Brock's
guided missile found its target.  He plunged his tool deep inside her shed,
prompting Gwen to let out a loud gasp.  It felt so damn good to have an experienced
man take her this way. He grabbed her slender hips while he began pumping her
full of his meat.  She felt her pussy clench around him as her tits swayed back
and forth.  Her nipples rubbing on the sheets sent hot tingles throughout her
body.  Goose bumps rose on her skin as Brock plowed her aching pussy.  Their
eyes met in the mirror as sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"Oh
damn, you feel good, baby," declared Brock, fucking Gwen's sweet hole in a
steady pace.

She
began rocking back and forth herself, in perfect harmony with Brock. They were
both panting and moaning with pleasure, as Brock could feel his balls start to
tighten up.  He had made her come several times already, but he had not had any
release yet.  He knew his time behind his young lover was going to be short.

"Oh
damn. I'm going to come soon," admitted Brock, feeling the heat rise
through his loins.

He
began driving his cock into Gwen harder and faster. He could feel that the end
was near, so he wanted to deliver as much to her as possible.  Gwen began
screeching with delight, feeling his power behind and inside her. Brock finally
clenched up, grabbed hold of her body tightly, as his powerful orgasm took
over.

"Oh
damn! I'm coming!" he shouted, as he grabbed his cock, aiming it at her
back.

He
shot load after load of his thick semen, covering Gwen's back like a blanket of
hot lava. She could feel the warm splash of love all over her, as it began
dripping down the sides of her rib cage, tickling her a little. Brock kept this
up for what seemed like hours, as he had so much love to share with his young
lover. When he was finished the two of them collapsed on the bed together in a
warm embrace.

"Whew!"
exclaimed Brock, catching his breath.

"That
was amazing," said Gwen, giving him a kiss on his cheek. 

They
lay there on the bed together, both quiet with the exception of their heavy
breathing. For Gwen, it was a dream come true to be with Brock, the man of her
fantasies.  For Brock, it stroked his ego have sex with such a young, beautiful
fan, but the events of the day had made it turn out to be something much more,
something quite special for the two of them.

After
a few minutes of resting the two of them got up, cleaned themselves off, and
got dressed.  They shared a deep, long kiss before heading to Brock’s car.  Brock
drove Gwen home, but before he let her go, he pulled something out of the trunk
of his car. Gwen laughed when she realized he had gotten a copy of his new book
out. He quickly produced a pen and scribbled something in the inside cover.

"For
you, my number one fan," he said, smiling and winking devilishly.

"Too
funny. Thanks, I will cherish this forever," giggled Gwen.

They
kissed good night and Gwen went into her apartment.  Brock drove off back to
the hotel, as Gwen settled in for the night.  Before she went to sleep she took
a look at her new book. She opened the cover and read what Brock had written to
her.  She immediately got wet again, as she slowly started to stroke her pussy.

Inside
Brock had given her his autograph, but that was not all.  He had also written
down his e-mail address and cell number, telling her to contact him whenever
she liked. He had also promised to spend time with her next time he was in
town.  Gwen set the book down on her night table and finished herself off with
her busy little fingers, as she thought about their sexcapades.

She
rubbed her swollen clit quickly, since she knew this would be fast.  Even
though she had just had the greatest sex in her life this evening, she was
still incredibly horny.  Gwen played the night’s events over and over in her
head, as if it were her new favorite movie.

She
rubbed up and down, then switched to circular motions. Either way was fine,
since she was about to explode in …"Yes, Oh yes! YES!"

Gwen
had a beautiful, powerful orgasm, unlike those she had given herself before.  Brock
had shown her what true pleasure was, how strong her orgasm could be, and she
wasn’t going back.  She was different now.  Gwen now knew she was a strong,
sexy desirable woman, confident in herself and her sexuality.  She loved her
time with Brock, and couldn’t wait to see him again.  He had given her one
powerful lesson in Chemistry.  And the lessons had just begun.