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My Minds Eyes

It had been a quiet Sunday evening and I was tired of reading. The paper I was working on seemed to be endless but I was finally beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I heard Gina, my roommate and her boyfriend Mark come in a few minutes earlier and as I lay there in the gray darkness of my room I let my mind wash over the thoughts that seemed to invade me whenever I thought of them.

Gina and I had been roommates since our junior year of college and she had graduated last spring. I was finishing up my degree and yearned for the freedom she now had from the grind of school. She and her boyfriend Mark seemed to have so much fun and money never seemed to be a problem. Gina was beautiful like a model, slender and striking. We were both young and freewheeling we began exploring a physical relationship with each other around the time she first met Mark, almost a year ago. Gina was an unapologetic bisexual, but for me it was the only time I had acted on the urges I had felt most of my adult life. Our intimacy had come about at a time when I didn't feel like I wanted the challenges of an ongoing relationship with a man and was a way of seeing my own sensuality in a whole new way. It didn't really replace the attraction I had for men, but was really like an evolution of sexual possibilities containing an element of mystery that I didn't feel when I was with a guy. There was nothing regular about our explorations and we seemed to be able to partition it from our relationship as friends. I didn't know if Gina was in love with Mark, but they were close. Mark was a wonderful guy, hunky but not full of himself, with an athletic build that was confident and sexy. I was attracted to him, but would never do anything that would hurt Gina.

As I heard their muted voices my mind wandered again over the reoccurring desire I had, for the three of us to share ourselves with each other. The air of the room felt cool as I pulled the thin fabric of my robe away from my body. My tiredness and the beginning of my fantasy filled my body with sexual electricity as I touched my warm skin in the moonlight that raked across my bed from the window behind me. My fantasy was familiar and mostly a series of non sequential vignettes of Gina and Mark together with me. It always seemed to start with thoughts of Gina and my mind was filled with images of her there with me now, her slender naked body perched against the pillows opposite from me as we each touched ourselves, teasing each other with the sensual dance that was like a ritualistic taunt before we would allow ourselves to touch each other.

I could feel that familiar warmth within my body and a surge of sexual tension as I touched my breasts, thinking of Gina's touching herself as I did, seeing the look in her eye as she watched me tease myself. I loved seeing her getting turned on as we each imitated each other in a slow deliberate visual display of the tension building within us. Her skin was smooth in the grey light and as she ran her hands over her body I could feel myself touching myself as well, the touches sending a ripple of pleasure that I could see in the motion of her body while I felt it within mine. When I wanted her to spread her legs, I spread mine for her, teasing my hand over my intimate skin, my body straining against the fabric of my robe and the sheets of the bed, rubbing myself as I watched her do the same, her slender fingers rolling her skin in little circles as she flexed her hips against the pleasure invading her body.

I could see her in my mind as I curled a finger into my wetness, feeling a burning need for penetration. I felt flush as I pushed another finger into my depth, impaling myself forcefully as I raised my hips off the bed. I could see Gina in my mind, wanting to touch me, as I raised my wet fingers to my mouth and tasted myself. My feminine taste reminding me of our sex and the perspective of my fantasy changed. She and I were giving each other pleasure. Her legs were spread above me and I could feel her kissing the inside of my leg. Gina's labia were engorged as I kissed the soft skin near them, reaching around her legs and parting her gently as let my lips to tease over them, her intimate smell invading my nose, her elastic moans buzzing through her body and mine. I extended my tongue and guided it along her wet lips as she did the same to me, fluttering it over her firm button, her wetness invading my mouth as our bodies were locked in a grip of pleasure, each clinching each other and interlocked in the act of giving and receiving. I teased my finger over the pucker of her anus and her body rippled with sensations as I felt her finger penetrate me. I could feel the energy of my body rising as my mind was lost in the images in my mind, my orgasm was approaching as I twirled my fingers over my clitoris, teasing it as if it were Gina's tongue, the feeling of her body like mine desperately wanting to feel satisfied and cresting the edge of a primordial release. I dipped my finger into myself again and raised my wet fingers to my mouth again to taste my intimacy as I massaged my spot with the other. I wanted to feel Gina on top of me as I imagined it and I could felt the tension building to a peak of yearning. I imagined her orgasm along with mine like it was one shared feeling we both felt and I was breathing deeply. I whimpered as the pleasure assaulted my body and it was as if I was above myself looking down at my naked body in the pool of fabric, the contour of my sensuous body, my long flowing hair melding into the waves of the shapes and shadows as it strained against itself, freezing itself at the moment of greatest release.

My heart was beating rapidly and my skin was moist as I uncoiled from the wave of sensations. My breasts felt engorged as I ran my hands over my body and I knew I was not yet completely satisfied. I wanted to be fucked and my mind again filled with images from my fantasy, thinking of Mark, standing beside the bed and looking down at me, his powerful body naked and his big cock erect and poised for pleasure. In my mind I could see Gina, kneeling on the bed, kissing his chest and shoulder, her slender fingers running over his powerful muscles as I moved towards them slowly, taking in the sight of his cock twitching as Gina wrapped her hand around it, its bulging head flared with sensation. Gina feminine repose was a sensual foil to Mark's masculine stature. Every vein in his body seemed to be pressed against his skin, the power of his body ready to be unleashed as he felt the pleasure of her touches. I could feel the purr of his body as I glided my hand up his leg to his waist, his hard skin warm as Gina held his rigid cock out for me to take. As I thought of his taste I felt my own wetness, my sensual secretions coating my fingers and hand, my body desperately wanting to feel him and my mouth opened as I imagined taking him.

The energy of my body was buzzing as I thought of Mark's taste, slowly encircling the head of his cock with my tongue and hearing him groan with approval as I first took his length deeper into my mouth. I could feel Gina's hands on my shoulders and then my back while I stroked Mark's saliva soaked cock rapidly with my hands as I teased his balls with my tongue. Gina leaned over my back and I could feel her hard nipples on my skin, her hand running down between the cheeks of my ass to tease my intimate skin as I suckled Mark's cock back into my mouth, tasting his musky emissions as I bobbed him in and out. I wanted to make him want to fuck us as I squeezed his girth, holding the head of his cock on my tongue until he gave me another bead of his slippery emission, its salty taste filling my mouth as Gina leaned her head against mine, wanting to have a taste of her own.

Lying on the bed, I pulled my wet fingers to my mouth and dragged them over my outstretched tongue as I imagined kissing Mark's skin, tasting his perspiration as Gina took his length deep into her throat. Feeling his desire as he lunged into her, his buttocks flexing as I pulled him towards her. Mark grunted with approval as Gina bobbed her mouth over him rhythmically, as I rose up and pushed my body close to Mark's, kissing the hard muscles of his chest as I pulled my hand between my legs to massage my wetness. Mark's breathing was heavy and the stubble of his beard made him feel like a wild animal as I pressed myself against him, knowing I wanted him to fuck us and wanting to feel him inside me urgently. Gina released him from her mouth and kissed his skin as she rose up along side me, her slithering body, like mine, pained with the lust of wanting.

My body throbbed with the desire to cum as I thrashed amongst the sheets, massaging my clit and teasing my nipple, straining with the pleasure that flowed within me. The darkened room seemed to spin and my mind filled with thoughts of Gina on top of me, her breasts dangling against mine, her hand between my legs trying to finger me but losing the energy in the waves of pleasure consuming her. I could hear the murmurs of her soft whelps as Mark pumped his cock into her from behind. I imagined the bed rocking with his weight, hearing her wetness slurping around his shaft as he invaded her. I kissed her chin, her open mouth, feeling the pleasure in her body with each building moment. I imagined my arms around her as her orgasm arrived, Mark pumping her as her body was rigid with pleasure, her breaths frozen, eyes closed, her face straining as it seemed she couldn't take it any longer when she collapsed the weight of her upper body upon me.

I wanted to cum, I wanted to feel Mark's hard cock inside me as my mind washed over the image of Mark moving on the bed towards me, spreading my legs as Gina slithered beside me, seeing him stroke his cock that glistened with Gina's wetness. My body wanted him and as I imagined him moving over me, I pushed two fingers into my warm body, seeing him put his hands down beside me in my mind, pushing his long cock into me slowly, feeling him deep inside me, my body pulsing with jolts of pleasure. His powerful body rippled with force as she started pumping me, each thrust of his cock sending me bursts of pleasure that were taking control of my being. I pulled my legs up, wanting him to give his entire length to me and I felt ready to explode as he pushed deeper and deeper, each thrust accompanied by the slap of his heavy balls against my anus. His perspiration dripped on me as his aggression and power were overtaking him. In my mind I could hear Gina urging him to cum and I buried my fingers as far as I could push as my own pleasure engulfed me. I could see Mark above me, his face straining, his swollen muscle inside me engorged while every ripple of is hard body was consumed as his power melted me, his manly push filling me as every small ligament in my body strained against my own pleasure. The world seems frozen and I can feel every contour of his member within me. My body feels completely captured, my breasts completely full against Gina's feathery touches, his weight pushing me into the most vulnerable position, my legs in the air, hips raised, my femininity completely his as I receive him.

My eye tears up as I think of feeling the faint warmth of his first startling squirt within me, the syrupy solution of his body mixing with mine, the growing heat of his masculine fluids within me, the feeling of each subsequent release, the hard pushes followed by the now searing hot discharge of HIS seed into the sensual well of my body. I can feel it in my mind's eye and I don't want it to stop, my own silky membranes milking his raw incursion at the apogee of our pleasure, the urgent sense of it all when I begin to feel the crest of the sensual buzz fading away slowly and my senses begin to regain the reality of the room around me, sensing my heart pounding with the race that has been run and the twist of my naked body in the fabric uncoiling, my mind racing over the dancing images that flutter back into the randomness of partial consciousness.

I can still hear their muffled voices, my sense of surroundings ever more real as I release my hand which is still clenched between my legs. I withdraw my moist fingers and slowly draw them up my body, along the moist flush skin between my breasts to just below my chin when my nose is filled with my intimate aroma. Their voices are more muted and I let my legs splay wide from their own weight, my intimate skin throbbing and hot as the cool air of the room again washes over me.

I lay motionless for a few moments before I feel my own exhaustion and I pull one side of the silky robe over me and roll onto my side before the end of the day becomes a memory and my fantasy dances gracefully away from my mind's eyes.

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