Big Surprises (Mini-GTS/Gentle/18+)

[Mr Wayne]

**Sits in a recliner with a 6pack of beer and nuke goggles on to watch the show**


I see no reason to indulge in self destruction:P I'd rather stick around to see more.



Volfsbayne

[pseudoclever]

Chapter Seven


Kristen's lips were velvety soft, warm and just a little wet. She opened her mouth slightly, adding just the right amount of tongue. In the midst of our kiss she took a step forward. She was too big, too strong ? I had no choice but to move with her. Kristen continued to walk, forcing me to retreat in the face of her advance, and soon I felt my back hit the door. She smiled wickedly, looking down into my eyes with an ultra-confident expression that I had never seen her wear before. ?Now then, I remember you saying that what you really wanted was a girl who was taller than you. A girl who could push you up against the wall....? She moved forward again, and pressing her body hard against mine, pinning me. ?And really take control.?

There was a moment of involuntary panic as my brain cried out against the eons-old threat of being trapped by a larger predator. I fought to remind myself that this was all in fun, and that the last thing Kristen would ever do was hurt me. Within the space of a heartbeat my rational mind was back in control, and I could fully enjoy the experience of my greatest fantasy becoming reality.

Kristen took hold of my wrists, and with a gentle but inexorable force she pulled my hands above my head, and held them there. Again she gave me that sexy, condescending smirk, the one that said, ?I'm in complete control of you right now, there's nothing you can do about it, and I know you love it.? She began to alternately bend and straighten her knees while softly pressing her body against me. I could feel her pillowy breasts tracing a path from my stomach, over my chest and shoulders and coming as high as the base of my jaw as she stood up to her full height. With every pass her stomach and the creamy flesh of her inner thigh were brushing up against my manhood, her touch as light as a feather. Every inch of her was silky smooth and still warm from the shower. The scent of her damp hair and the flowery aroma of her Irish Spring soap were making my head swim. I let out a soft moan ? this was heaven!

After a few minutes of this she had me really worked up. It felt amazing, but her light, ethereal touch was getting me so flustered that I felt like I might cry. I needed some real stimulation, and soon! Kristen watched the emotions play across my face, still wearing that smirk of hers, and it became clear to me that she knew exactly what she was doing. Sure enough, just before her teasing became unbearable I felt one of her hands release my wrists and begin to snake its way down my side. She reached down and took hold of my aching cock, gripping me between her thumb and forefinger. Kristen stroked me around my tip, as gently as she could, and I groaned in frustration.

?Are you ready, baby?? she whispered, her voice sending shivers down my spine.

?Yes!?

?Tell me.?

?I'm ready Kristen, don't tease me any more.?

She gave me a quick little squeeze, making my knees buckle. ?Can you ask nicely??

?Please, oh god please honey....?

I saw a twinkle of glee in her eye, and at last her long fingers wrapped around me. I sighed in contentment, resting my hands on her hips to steady myself as she started to pump my length in her hand. Kristen pressed my cock against my stomach with the flat of her palm, and brought her fingertips down to fondle my balls. My cry was ear-splittingly loud, and I couldn't have prevented it no matter how hard I had tried.

?What do you think? Now that you finally get to be with a girl who's taller than you? Is it everything you thought it would be?? My voice didn't seem to be working, and I could only nod in agreement. She kissed me and then, giving me one last stroke from top to bottom, released me. Kristen took a step away, placing her hands behind her back and grinning at me impishly.

?Aww, really? You're STILL playing this game?? I asked, trying not to pout. Looking at her, I was also disappointed to notice that she hadn't grown any bigger since out encounter had began. That last thought brought me up short ? she was already six foot eight, taller than the vast majority of women on the planet, and far stronger than me. And still, some irrational part of me wanted more.

?Are you questioning me?? she replied, putting her hands on her hips and doing her best to look stern and intimidating. Unfortunately, I knew her too well. Kristen is one of the most gentle girls I've ever met. She's the type of person who will talk to you all night on the phone if you're going through a tough time, or come pick you up if you need a ride at four in the morning, no questions asked. That being said, I decided not to ruin her fun.

?Um...no. Of course not. But ah...it's a little...exasperating,? I mumbled, cowering a little and doing my best not to smile.

It was hard to tell whether she actually thought I was afraid or was just playing my part. In either case, her expression softened, and she looked down at me kindly. ?Don't worry honey, you don't have to be scared of me. In fact, if you play your cards right, I might make you feel very, very good. But right now, I need you to do something for me. Go into the bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for me. Face down. On top of the covers. Oh, and Justin....? She looked me dead in the eye, and I felt a little surge of dread. ?Don't even think about putting on any clothes.?

[Mr Wayne]

Pseudoclever,

Nice work on this most recent installment, though I might add she's beginning to act a little too dominating for my tastes. Still good work, looking forward to more.



Volfsbayne

[Twilight Wolf]

I would have to agree with her being a little too dominant for my tastes...but hey, it's your story and who am I to tell a genius what to do

[pseudoclever]

To comments about her being over-dominant: relax I'm going somewhere with this, the gentle gts fans will be vindicated.

[Mr Wayne]

Pseudoclever,

One of the things I learned during my past, brief, attempts at short story writing was follow your instincts. Don't try to please everyone. And by no means am I insinuating that you bend your plot to satisfy this story fan. That's why when I made that slight criticism I made sure to offer praise as well, because story writing of any kind is not easy. Just like my next suggestion about adding more slow clothing destruction. I like to think of the suggestions and criticisms I offer as aiding the storywriter's brainstorming, if any of it helps. Best of luck on following chapters, I'll be keeping my eye out for them.



Volfsbayne

[LOD]

Well I for one love what your doing here!!

Keep going the way you have it, infact the more control she gets the better

[robclassact]

Originally Posted by Volfsbayne

Pseudoclever,

Nice work on this most recent installment, though I might add she's beginning to act a little too dominating for my tastes. Still good work, looking forward to more.



Volfsbayne

Perhaps, though I was put at ease by the paragraph describing how gentle she is. It's all in fun. Crazy sex fun, but fun nonetheless.

I loved this chapter, though I have to ask, is the human "fight or flight" reaction really "eons old?" I think humans are only one eon old.

Man, I'm a dork.

[pseudoclever]

Originally Posted by robclassact

I loved this chapter, though I have to ask, is the human "fight or flight" reaction really "eons old?" I think humans are only one eon old.

e⋅on  [ee-uhn, ee-on] Show IPA
?noun
1. an indefinitely long period of time; age.

It's non-defined, so you're wrong. HAH!






2. the largest division of geologic time, comprising two or more eras.
3. Astronomy. one billion years.

...shut it up, me.

[robclassact]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

e⋅on  [ee-uhn, ee-on] Show IPA
?noun
1. an indefinitely long period of time; age.

It's non-defined, so you're wrong. HAH!






2. the largest division of geologic time, comprising two or more eras.
3. Astronomy. one billion years.

...shut it up, me.

So by definition 1, you're right and I"m wrong. By definition 2, I'm right and you're wrong. By definition 3, we're both wrong.

In other words, I'll shut my pie hole about eons and enjoy this supremely well-written story. One of the best I've read this eon, I must say.

[qzar9999]

Besides, epochs-old would sound clumsy.

[pseudoclever]

Chapter Eight


I did as she said, exiting the steamy bathroom for the cold darkness of the hallway. Making my way into the bedroom, I positioned myself as my girlfriend had requested, face down on the bed, and waited. After awhile I heard her walk down the stairs, and a long moment later the sounds of her shuffling around on the ground floor. Whatever she was planning, it felt like it was taking forever.

As I waited, a strange fantasy came unbidden to my mind. It seemed that I was a soldier, a Centurion in the armies of Ancient Rome. I had been defeated on the field of battle in some far off jungle theater, and now I was a captured prisoner of war. Our enemy had been a tribe of beautiful Amazon women, fearsome warriors who had easily vanquished my comrades. For some reason I had been spared and the women had carried me back to their village, leaving me chained in the royal bedchambers. Soon their Queen would enter, either to have her way with me, or execute me.

?Well well,? Kristen said, startling me. I opened my eyes to find her standing in the doorway, looking down at me with her patented condescending smirk. ?It looks like you've been waiting patiently for me. How nice. Whatever can I do to show my appreciation....? She was holding something in her right hand, cupping it in her palm in such a way that I couldn't see what it was. I thought I might have a guess however, and the thought made my heart beat a little faster. She bent down, and placed the object next to the bedside table just out of my line of sight.

She stood before me at the edge of the bed, her six foot eight frame looming over me. I watched as she looked me up and down, as though she were planning her attack. After a short deliberation Kristen lifted herself on to the bed beside me, and with a slow, sensuous motion placed her legs on either side of my ass. Her fingernails began to scratch lightly up my back, starting just above my hips and slowly making their way along my spine and up to my shoulders. She squeezed my tender flesh with her powerful fingers, and proceeded to give me one of the best back massages I've ever had the privilege to experience.

Kristen's expert hands found every spot on my body that was harboring some small bit of tension, and with patient, firm fingers she expunged each and every one. I could feel my arm break out in goosebumps as she worked me over ? down my arms, my hands and the tips of my fingers, my cheeks, my neck ? any place she could reach was fair game for her touch.

In the midst of this delightful attention Kristen began to gently press her crotch against my leg. A sublime, almost celestial warmth was emanating from her nether regions as she rubbed herself along my thigh, and small, kittenish mews were periodically escaping her lips. I lifted myself up to grind against her, and was rewarded by the sensation of a hot, slippery wetness spreading down my leg where she had been.

Suddenly she rolled off me, and came to rest kneeling on the bed beside me. ?Over,? she commanded. I obediently rolled on to my back, and before I had time to take stock of the situation she pounced. Her large hands came down to grab ahold of my inner thighs, and almost immediately darted up to wrap around my raging hard-on. She stroked me from base to tip, rubbing the sensitive spot behind my head while her other hand vigorously pumped my length. I moaned, my pulse pounding in my temples, and pushed myself up onto my elbows.

Kristen had spent so long teasing me that I had been teetering right on the edge. Now it felt as though a dam of passion was about to burst within me. She had formed an 'okay' symbol with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and she was rhythmically thrusting me through the hole it created. Meanwhile her right hand was dancing all over the most sensitive parts of my shaft. Just as I slipped past the point of no return I felt her squeeze me tight, and she stared adoringly into my eyes. I roared her name as I came, the first drop shooting several feet into the air before Kristen brought her mouth down to catch the rest. She swallowed, all the while looking up at me with a serene smile on her face.

My body gave out, and I collapsed back onto the bed. It felt as though my eyelids weighed fifty pounds each. I thought about trying to rise, or tell her I loved her. Sadly, the effort it would have required was strictly prohibitive.

I have no way of knowing how long I lay there, dead to the world. But eventually I heard a rustling noise, and the sound of ceramic on ceramic. A moment later something cold and wet landed on my crotch. I gasped sharply through my teeth, and managed to crack my eyes open. Kristen was kneeling on the floor in front of me, her breasts almost completely filling my vision. It was nigh on impossible to pull my eyes away from the vast expanse of her cleavage, but a sudden movement caught my eye. I looked just in time to see her tucking away a now familiar-looking small brown jar.