Cindy’s Imaginary Friend - An Incubus Story - Sex Stories

Cindy’s Imaginary Friend - An Incubus Story

... chin. Those light kisses trailed down her neck until they were between her breasts. Once her mind was focused there, his lips were replaced by his fingertips. Their touch was as light as the kisses that had preceeded as he lightly stroked her breasts. The lips returned, this time to suckle first the left breast, and then her right. His hands, meanwhile were tracing up and down her sides. She could feel his body pressing tighter against her side as his hands moved, this time so that one was stroking circles on her stomach while the other was sliding ever so softly down her back and then lightly caressing her behind. ‘Wait! How is this possible? I am lying on my back and yet he is stroking it.’ she asked herself through the fog of pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm her body. ‘That’s right,’ she answered herself as she sank deeper into the pleasure he was giving her, ‘He’s magical.’ Teman’s magical fingers continued to drive Cindy higher and higher as they stroked every inch of her skin. It was not until she was moaning and slowly thrashing her body on the bed that those fingers moved to the center of her sex and lightly stroked her nether lips and that most sensitive nub of pleasure. “Teman,” she said aloud, “I never knew I could feel like this.” “And you shall feel much more,” he answered just before his lips touched hers and sealed her voice within her. His fingers continued to stroke and swirl, but now it was his tongue that Cindy could feel above all as it flicked ...

... against the insides of her lips and moved slowly into her mouth. She welcomed its intrusion with muffled moans and greater thrashing of her body. Her legs opened of their own, giving Teman greater access to her now dripping sex. She was beginning to thrust herself upward against his hand in response to his touch. “I must ask this one final time,” he said softly, “Do you seal yourself to me?” “Yes,” she panted back in answer. “I give myself to you. Take me.” Cindy felt Teman move so that his body was now on hers. Her legs were wrapped around his as he nestled against her. His kiss was now pressing strongly against her lips. He moved slightly and his prick rubbed against the lips of her slit, seeking entrance. In her mind, she imagined her sex opening for him as the tip of his member began to enter her. He was large. Cindy did not have the experience to judge him against anyone except Tom, but he was definitely much larger than him. She felt herself stretching as he filled her. The sense of fullness was overwhelming. The feeling of him inside her flooded her with pleasure that she had not imagined. He was pressing hard against her body now, but the pressure was not from him. It was from her pushing against him trying to bring him more fully into herself. Then he began to move within her. Were they still in her bed? She felt as if she were floating high above the clouds. Was she even still within her own body? Nothing seemed to exist except his lips upon hers and his member moving ...