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Night Torture	By : Henryjamesthefith Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 5540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Night Torture
- 1
Well, here we go...

The night was hot and humid, like most. Not that she complained, but still. It was easier to fall asleep on colder nights, or at least the rain could lull her into sleep.

But tonight was… one of those nights.

Sighing, she let her hand dive into her panties, fondling her humongous fleshy pole sprouting from above her vagina. Soft, it bunched out the silken underwear like a fist. She massaged the tired dick absently, staring up at the dark ceiling.

“oh man… if I just wasn’t too tired…”

Maya sighed, resigning herself to another sleepless night.

She gently pulled the hardening cock out of the ever more constricting panties. Tugging it sideways, it sprang out, shoving the fabric aside, exposing half of her vagina to the hot air. Not that it made much difference. She gently bit her lip, and pushed her hot head back into the sweaty pillow.

She really wished she could watch the thing grow right now, but… the light would be a pain. So she settled with gently grasping her dick with both hands, feeling it grow in them, push against her palms. It was a wonderfully warm feeling.

Finally, she felt her foreskin pop over the head, folding back and exposing the fleshy globe to the genteel rubs of her thumb. She moaned softly. Giving it a gentle stroke, she rolled her head sideways, the heat on the back of her head dissipating, making her feel the sweat condensing in her hair.

Her right cheek pressed into the soft pillow, already soaking up the pearls of sweat collected on her skin. A trickle ran down her forehead, tickling her eyebrows as it passed, then suddenly spreading out as it fell on the fabric.

Her hands rested on the glowing shaft, lazily moving only the slightest bit, just enough to ensure its hardness. She could hear her breath as she exhaled, amplified by the fact that she was hearing the rush of blood in her ear.

She closed her eyes again, enjoying the relief, the combination of sleepy horniness, and the touch of a hot, big cock in her hands.

She flexed it, pushing her fingers wider apart by its growing girth.

I wish…

She slipped into a fantasy she had been dreaming up a lot lately. Ritsuko, sitting naked next to her sleeping from, her hand moving up and down the hard shaft while she tossed and turned underneath her. The calculating look of expectant lust, readily waiting for the fountain of pleasure to erupt from the monumental organ.

Maya moaned again, and began to work her hand up and down the pulsing shaft, flipping the foreskin over and back off the head, sparking a new wave of heat that sent shivers all over her sweating body.

The image held for a while, until her tiredness overcame her again. The movement stopped, and she lay there in joyous agony, listening to her breath and heartbeat. The pillow was soft, and she felt the sweat soak into it even quicker than before.

Something dripped from her dick, a slightly warmer patch of wet suddenly over her bellybutton, slipping sideways off her body. She gently caught it, wiping it up with her free hand, and brought it up to her nose. She rubbed it between her fingers, spreading the smooth, earthy smell over her tips, and taking in the wonderful scent with every breath she took. She gave her cock another twitch, and mewled as another patch of hotness appeared in her sensual vision.

Laying her forearm over her head, she began to jerk off, moving faster, trying to focus on cumming, get it over with…

No good. I’m just too tired…

To tired. Tired after a full days worth of tests, starting at a damn screen, reading about a million pages of text, coping the lot, and organizing them into acceptable stacks for her sempai…

Sempai..

Ritsuko’s face flashed before her. The mole on her cheek. The roots of her hair, a dark brown, when she had been neglecting the dyeing.

Her cock, having grown softer, began to rise again.

The way she held those stinky cigarettes, almost neglecting them entirely when she was concentrating. Her lip, holding the lighted sticks between them…

Her heart felt ready to burst. She wanted to have Ritsuko hold something of her own between her lips…

Her own finger, maybe, as she licked off a speck of cream…

Or a tiny amount of her tongue…

Her hand moved again, pumping the penis for a full minute before falling silent again. She groaned into her pillow. It was just no good. She was so damn tired…

But the damn thing wasn’t listening. It just kept rising and falling to her heartbeat. Gently bouncing off her belly as she twitched it every now and again. After a few moments of agonizing moments, she decided that enough was enough.

After bunching her pillow properly behind her head, she propped herself up against the bedhead as good as possible, giving her a perfect view in the moonlight to her cock. The glistening skin of her body reflected the cold light, making her look almost ghost-like. However, her objective was to get off as fast as possible, and a rush of blood to the nether regions would help the process quite well.

“Ahhh…”

With one hand dancing around her labia, the other now firmly gripping the leaking cock, she began to masturbate, staring at the shaking cock and trying to hold the image of her sempai in her head.

Soon, her fingers slipped inside, slowly pushing against the warm insides of her vagina, her thumb playing over her clitoris with light, quick flicks.

Her cock was harder than ever, and her heart beat faster as she caressed it, pushing the foreskin over and back from her glans. The sensation of her fingers, rubbing against her inner walls would have made anyone not so blessed reach the heights of ecstasy in mere seconds. The feeling of a fat, long cock in her hand, the thick, creamy precum lubricating it, dripping onto her body. The feeling of her fleshy core, dripping with excitement, being softly pumped by her fingers.

However…

She felt her eyes slip closed, the tiredness overcoming her after a few glorious moments, fighting to win her over.

She sighed, and felt her cock go soft again, the excitement of beforehand draining away as her mind slipped into tiredness.

Her hand was still moving, slowly, along the still sizeable shaft, moving the soft cover of her foreskin over her sensitive glans and elicting some pleasure that kept her frustrated and unfulfilled.

Her hand finally clasped her tip, the precum spread over both her hand and her penis slowly cooling, as well as her soaked body.

She imagined herself, lying there, totally naked.

Closing her eyes, she pictured it. Her fingers, still in her pussy, her soft cock hanging over her belly, covered only by her hand. Precum stains, masked by her sweat, covering her belly. The soft, white light pouring in from outside. If anyone knew…

She blushed. If Ritsuko knew…

If she saw her like this…

So recklessly exposed. So lewd…. Improper….

Her penis began to rise, and her fingers danced once more over the shaft, growing more aggressive as she imagined the scenario. Ritsuko would walk in on her, sleeping. She would make sure that Maya was sleeping, then close the door again. Then, she would sit down on the futon, and just stare at her, while the cock grew hard in her sleep.

She began to breath heavily, her hands moving faster, her grip growing firmer.

Ritsuko would than let her hand run up Maya’s belly, taking a lot of sweat and precum with her, all the way up to her breasts.

She let go of her pussy, and pressed the hot palm of her left hand over her belly, expelling the air in her bellybutton with a soft squelch. Then she ran it up herself, just like she imagined her sempai doing.

Ritsuko would then let her fingers rest against her breast, slowly letting her palm circle over the mound of flesh, pressing the hardened nipple into her skin.

She rolled her head to the side, groaning in joy as her hand gave her the sensual prosthesis, sparking new ideas and images in her head.

Her sempai kissing the nipple, licking it… her hands, moving over her cock, gripping it, caressing it…

She began to wok it harder, her whole body shaking as she drew shallow, loud breaths. Her left hand clamped itself over her breasts, trying to grip both nipples, pressing the flesh into herself as she tried to contain her screams.

Finally, she imagined her sempai, naked, lowering herself over her big penis, her labia parting, slippery with juices, and letting her inside to experience the warmth and softness of the woman’s sex.

Her hand was almost a blur. Her hair was so soaked that it clung to her forehead, rivulets of sweat running down her face as well as her body, drenching the fabric beneath her with it.

She could imagine her superior, calmly, gently, carefully, pumping herself over her cock, teasing the fleshy pole with her vaginal muscles, raping her in her sleep.

Ritsuko is raping me in my sleep!

The idea was so powerfully exiting. She, lying there uncocniously, and Ritsuko, taking advantage in the worst possible way of her vulnerable body. It was so hot….

She grunted, her body was ready, her cock almost aflame with joyful ecstasy. The fire rose, crashing over her dyke, and the flood began.

The first streak bubbled up, gently flung about five inches onto her sweaty chest. She cried out, trying to contain the orgasm, arching her body in an effort to clamp down on the release. Her hand was moving so fast that she thought she would chafe it, but she didn’t care.

The battle was soon lost, though, and with an almighty groan, she jettisoned a wad of cum right into her pillow, followed by another into her face, splashing off her cheek and running down it to mingle with her sweat in the pillow.

The next ones followed quickly, landing anywhere between her belly and her hair, leaving piping hot sensations all over herself. It was too much… she was completely spent….

Defiled, violated, discarded….

Her mind focused on the rush, her hand no longer moving physically, but mentally.

Used, sucked out, and discarded as trash.

Her cock twitched again, the heat in her belly still there.

Like… like a rag, used and left to its own devices.

She felt it harden even further. Her right hand suddenly flung itself down to her vagina. She groaned as she forced her fingers inside, wanting herself to be used, violated, raped…

Her entire hand was inside, and her right hand was moving again, fast, furious, eager to get back to the high she had just left.

She pushed herself up with her feet, upending herself, pointing her cock straight at her face, staring at the shaft and moaning as precum dripped over her face and cum ran down her body.

Then, it struck again.

Cum splashed into her eyes, blinding her as she screamed, her hand burying itself in her vagina as she stood on tip-toe, arching her body as far as possible, clamping every muscle as hard as she could…

Then, the feeling subsided. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto her bed.

With cooling sperm running down her body, she drifted, finally, into a happy slumber.

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Sincerely,

H
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