Prolonged agony

Prolonged agony

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Clare Ryter wants nothing more than to graduate uni with her diploma in behavioural studies and become a psychologist and leave her boring small town. Shy and withdrawn she gets mixed up in a battle of will between her and her ever growing sexual urges, an Irish professor, a lackluster boyfriend, two very explicit neighbours and a uni full of eroticism at every turn, Clare will reach heights of sexual mountains she never knew existed.

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Clare Ryter wants nothing more than to graduate uni with her diploma in behavioural studies and become a psychologist and leave her boring small town. Shy and withdrawn she gets mixed up in a battle of will between her and her ever growing sexual urges, an Irish professor, a lackluster boyfriend, two very explicit neighbours and a uni full of eroticism at every turn, Clare will reach heights of sexual mountains she never knew existed.

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Submitted: February 18, 2017

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This story starts off with a word in which if you are associated with it, it would promptly bring on feelings of shame or possibly guilt or if you have grown accustomed to your shunned practice possibly feelings of excitement and pulsing heat through your frequently stroked muscles. Voyeur, is the main focus of this heated tale as a young woman finds herself deeply thrown into a world of depravity, quickly succumbing to her sexual addiction allowing her mind to be the host to this foreign invader in a sexual symbiont relationship. 
 
Clare Ryter was 23 and lived on a quiet street in green ridge, a small town where  nothing ever happened with the exception of old man genes making the local news for abusing a traffic policeman and entering a 2 hour debate with him over his parking manoeuvres. You would need a whole lake full of excitement to dump in the dull and boring crater that consumed this town. She had recently started uni, a degree in social behavioural studies which she hoped would steer her towards psychology and a way out of dull ridge as she referred to it. She crawled out of bed on one sunny October morning clawing for her phone on her dresser. It lit her face up in her darkened room but not 1 message flashed on the screen, a little saddened she placed it down and made her way to the shower. Still not a single word from matt, sure it had only been a month of them being together but she assumed such a small fight wouldn't have escalated to him completely ignoring her for 3 days.
 
The sun streamed in through her bathroom window heating it, as she undressed she could already feel small beads of sweat forming and trailing down her arms. She blasted the water onto her body and lathered up tracing lines down over her curves. Clare looked after her nicely toned body, you could even say it was painted with a masters paintbrush with the exception of one blemish, her left boob pierced due to a dare she foolishly accepted. She adjusted to it and after a while she would incorporate it in certain ways in her self pleasuring sessions giving off blissful sensations rippling through her. She ran her soapy cloth over her firm ass which was formed from all those morning runs and p.t classes she took twice a week. She quickly dressed and ran downstairs calling to her mother that she was leaving as she closed the door behind her.
 
 
Mornings usually consisted of a 5 km run, Home, shower and a quick breakfast then as she walked to uni an iced coffee from cafe la ridge and on to Her morning classes. She would sit 2nd row 5th seat in on the left in the main auditorium, only to view Scott marks, well professor Scott marks best side but as she saw it, every side was his best. A middle aged professor with a very seductive Irish accent that when he would talk to Clare, she could almost feel her muscles twitching and her wetness slowly being soaked up by her panties. Although sometimes he was hard to understand with his accent and slang that usually ended in a humorous situation. He was clean cut, shaven, always well dressed and quite attractive with a cologne that sailed directly to the second row 5th seat in, enticing Clare's wildest instincts as he walked by. He was a part time lecturer and a qualified psychologist with his own practice. Not much escaped Clare's wandering eyes as she would study him continually every class, a placid man going out of his way to help struggling students and holding extra classes for make up sessions of missed lectures but behind his peaceful shell Clare could tell a certain intensity lurked awaiting its chance to be born. She also loved to admire the bulge in Scott's pants, it would get a thorough going over from her ravenous eyes whether Clare actually thought the bulge got bigger every time she looked or there was no bulge at all. She was convinced in her mind he would have a very nice sized package beneath the buckled belt that protected it. However being as shy as she was she would never think to act on it but there always seemed to be a deeper darker sexual urge coursing through her and with her new boyfriend matt whom she adored, she tried to curve such thoughts. Although she was strong of will and how much she desperately tried to bound that deviant side of hers, Scott had a denied stamp on him that she sorely wanted to remove.
 
Sure in Clare's mind she acted out many a lustful meeting with prof Scott, whether it be standing legs slightly parted standing behind his lectern while he explored the inside of her thighs with his fingers gliding over her soft skin nestling eventually under her wet hood.
Feverishly working her with his dexterous fingers as they would find every bump and every zone that seemed to throw her from the edge of a cliff with intense excitement. while his tongue gently slipped over her ass dangerously trespassing into unknown pleasures for her. The soft moans echoing throughout the empty auditorium.
 
Stopping by his office to hand in some notes and ending up sweeping his desk clean before being lifted onto it and testing its strength as it was rocked hard back and forth screeching on the wood floors. While he made her and his desk scream in harmony, he carefully curved his insatiable tongue flicking, tickling and forging a memory of every mark and curve of her light brown nipples and marked her neck with red welts of passion.
But these were only fantasies of a young woman who in reality was an extreme introvert even known to blush from hearing the word cock from her friends conversations of Friday night tales or drunken dong quests which was a well known game for the more adventurous women at green ridge uni. Clare never participated in this game, completely from another world to her, the more voracious ladies of green ridge uni would stalk their prey usually at the uni bar. They would Admire guys from their cozy corner couch seats and when they decided which one they thought was worthy of their time, and very willing pussies, they each would take turns telling a sex story around the group. The hotter and dirtier the better as the one with the least exciting tale which would be decided by the group would be the one to hit on the guy they had been checking out, get drunk with him and have sex so the next time they went to the bar the one that got the guy had a sex story for the group. There were only 2 rules, no screwing the same guy twice and it has to be a true sex story you had experienced yourself.
It wasn't uncommon for the girl who won or lost depending on her perspective to try wild and crazy things with the guy chosen just so her sex story would be top of the group next time. Clare had heard a few of these tales with a particular one that always seemed to linger in her mind like it was chained inside her head.
 
This one night the guy was chosen and the sex tales began roaming the circle of women at the bar. The eager participant was chosen based on the weakness of her story and she was sent off to flirt and seduce the young man that was picked out for their lustful game.
The two left the bar both clearly drunk walking back to her place to proceed with the deed when as they passed a house in a quiet street they noticed a couple in their lounge room kissing and things seemed to be heating up. This particular lady grabbed the guys hand and led him to the window for the show. She then watched the couple and became like a marionette of the lady inside the house as everything she did to possibly her husband or lover she would do to the dong quest contestant. The woman had unzipped his pants and began to whip his cock up and down hardening it so she did the same, the young uni students both insanely turned on by this. The lady inside took her mans cock in her mouth and allowed the rest of it to grow filling out her cheeks and so she copied this as well. After a few minutes of letting their tongues and lips massage and manipulate the pulsing cocks in front of them the lady in the house bent over one hand trailing back to her ass and pulling her cheek back so her man could see the perfect shape forming the entry to her lipped mound. Her man began to lap at her lips tasting every line that made up that perfect shape in every way. In turn the couple outside portrayed their version of this act in their play. The dong quest stars got a bit carried away when the woman moaned a little too loud as her centre faced a barrage of licks and tongue thrusts.
The couple inside stopped and looked out their window immediately noticing the two outside watching them and copying everything they were doing. The outside guests didn't stop however, they continued to pleasure each other with now the couple in the house viewing them. The woman inside approached the window and placed her hands on it bending a little and parting her legs while her lover came up behind and pushed up in her. Not to be outdone the guests did the same with the woman placing her hands in the same spot as the woman inside so their hands matched with only the glass separating them. Both men now deeply moved inside and pumped their heat and everything they had into their partner, both ladies starring into each other's eyes their hands seemingly holding each other as they were moved in almost the exact rhythm as each other. As the men built up their speed the women moaned and puffed mists of their hot breath on the inside and outside of the glass. Now both ladies moaned together filing the night air with a song of pleasure as they reached orgasm they intensely looked in each other's eyes as if they were coming for the other, for them to witness their moment of vulnerability, their pleasure at its end. From there  Clare had heard the guys seemed very pleased with themselves smiling and even waving to the other. That story how true it was or not didn't matter to Clare as it always excited her and she had even stroked over it once or twice imagining herself in that situation watching a couple get off, to her it just seemed like the highest point on a mountain of a deviant act.
 
 
To Clare's close friends that knew her well, none of them could even fathom that her mind had such insatiable appetite for all things sexual. Even Clare surprised herself with thoughts that seemed to become more and more frequent. That particular day, Clare had one class with prof Scott in the morning and due to other commitments the professor had there was a second class that would be held from 6 to 9 pm that night. 
 
The morning dragged despite saucy dippings into her pool of lust for the professor as she wandered off during his first lecture into her world where she demanded he pleasure her in every way. It wasn't unusual for her to become extremely aroused and wet during his classes and the sheer will she demonstrated holding back her fingers from their quest to relieve her ever growing need to cum was remarkable. Clare wouldnt be daring however, no dabbling in public nudity or quickees in view of random people. Even the strongest spell her wet centre could conjure at her, compelling her to stroke from 1 to seven o'clock over her swollen lips begging for some release somewhere quiet on campus or right there in view of professor Scott for that added eye candy could not break her resolve. When she was at home if the urge came to dance her fingers down to her wanting pussy and strum herself until orgasm, she would never even entertain the thought unless she was home alone to ensure never to be caught doing such things. Perhaps her bottling up of her sexual side bought on her almost savage instincts of absolute pleasure. Clare, despite being rather attractive had one boyfriend in high school who never made it to home plate due to her insecurities and with her new man matt, sure they had sex but she never allowed him to know, access or play out her true passions in fear of rejection and labelling such as slut, whore, nympho and other names she had heard many of her friends called by guys. She planned to be hitting the books in the on campus library then back to Scott's class at 6 that night, but first a quick lunch at home.  As she walked down her street a large removal van pulled out of number 25, her previous neighbours had moved out about 2 weeks earlier and it would seem the couple unloading boxes from their car would be her new ones.
 
Clare politely nodded to the woman and she in return, Clare kept her eye on the woman as she bent back over into the car giving a quick glimpse off her ass, as she continued walking her eyes fixed on the woman's butt, she ran straight into the guy carrying a box knocking it to the ground with a crash. 
 
'Oh shit, great!' The man exclaimed with a hint of a French touch to his voice. He placed his hands on his head looking at the glasses on the road.
 
'Oh my god, I'm so sorry.' Clare fell to her knees immediately tending to the box.
She opened the box viewing the smashed glasses inside.
'I'll pay for these, I wasn't even watching where I was going,' she said.
 
'It's ok' the man replied taking the box from Clare, leaning in to her ear and whispering,
'I didn't like those glasses anyway, Sarah picked them out, just between you and me.'
He motioned with his head in the direction of the woman by the car.
 
A small smile fell over Clare's face.
'Oh, right she said.
'I'm Clare, I live next door with my mum.'
 
'Hi Clare, I'm jack and this is my wife Sarah.'
Leaning in to Clare's ear again he whispered, yes, that's her, the horrid glass picker.' He chuckled as Sarah walked over.
 
'I heard that jack.' Sarah broke into the conversation.
 
'Well my dear,' jack smirked trying not to burst into another chuckle. 'This is Clare our neighbour, she lives with her mum.'
 
'Nice to meet you Clare, I'm Sarah and the hilarious man here I'm sure you know now is my husband jack.'
Jack beamed at himself and his comedic routine obviously very cocky.
 
'Once again I'm so sorry,' Clare repeated.
 
'No, it's fine love, we don't need to be reimbursed either, it's alright, accidents happen.' Sarah explained.
'What do you do with yourself love?' she inquired.
 
'Oh I'm at uni, social behaviour studies.' Clare replied.
 
'Oh sounds fun, Maybe you can read jacks head here sometime, I'm sure you won't find anything interesting. Oh, wait, what is it they say about artists, quite eccentric or in another word nuts.' Sarah laughed turning to jack.
 
'Funny.' Jack said shaking off the insult.
 
'Oh, so your an artist?' Clare queried.
 
'Oui, juste princesse,' jack bowed politely twirling his hand as he did. 'Simply put, yes fair princess he added with a mischievous smirk.
 
'Oh, jackie,' Sarah giggled. 'performing already, you will have to forgive my husband Clare, his French background sometimes blinds his common sense and he feels the desire to flirt with the ladies.'
 
'My dear Sarah, my love, you are the star that lights up my sky in this world.' Jack spouted gesturing to the sky like a modern day poet.
 
'Jackie, I'm surprised you got through that with a straight face.' Sarah laughed glancing at Clare who also started to laugh with her.
 
'I can see I'm outnumbered already on the first day in our new house, the women have spoken and gathered to fight the men you might say ha ha jack boasted.
 
'Hey, wow!!!!! I love those jeans Clare.' Sarah said admiring them. 'What do you think jackie? Would I look good in them?' Sarah turned to jack.
 
'Oh shit, clare jumped in, I hate to run but I got a few things to do at home then I have to head back to my class tonight. It was great to meet you both and sorry again.'
 
'It's fine babe, Sarah replied, nice to meet you too, we will see you sometime soon I'm sure.'
 
'Have a good class love,' Jack said as Clare walked up her drive and inside.
 
Clare went upstairs to her room throwing her top in the corner raising up her ever growing pile of clothes. She unclipped her bra and caught herself in the mirror as she walked past, she admired her boobs cupping the bottom and pushing them up and smiling at her reflection laughing softly. As she looked in the mirror, naughty delicious ideas began to once more pop into her head, she thought to herself that Sarah had a scrumptious little bum and jack was very handsome and French and an artist.  Her thoughts quickly turned from innocent admiring to becoming ever curious about how often jack and Sarah would make love and what position Sarah liked to be in when she would take his artistic instrument becoming the blank canvas for him, giving herself to him and his desires.
 
She fondled her breasts and pinched her little nipples while her thoughts ran wild around her head imagining how Sarah would moan, she imitated a sound she thought Sarah might make while jack would lay her back opening her senses and tantalising each and every one until she would quiver enduring jacks power. He would have her gasping, she would be laying there absorbing his strength, his passion before he would finish allowing her to feel his thighs harden on hers as he let go exhausting himself inside her. She starred deeply into her own reflection softly moaning biting her lower lip while her hand attempted to rub through her jeans to ease her pulsing pussy.
 
'Clare?' A voice bounded up the stairs resting just outside her door. 'Are you home?' 
 
'Fuck!' Clare whispered, 'that's mum.'
'Yeah, mum, just changing for my late class at uni tonight she yelled back through her door.
 
'Ok.' Her mum called to her. 'I'll be back about 11 tonight love, I'm grabbing a coffee with Rachel,  ( her closest friend since she was at uni.) oh, and remember your key love, bye.' Her voice faded as the the front door closed.
 
Distracted and losing any arousal she had she pushed her sexual appetite to the side and fumbled for her phone in her jeans but still nothing from matt. She should txt him but she thought  to what end when he was the one being the baby about things. She brushed the thought to the back of her mind  and continued changing before grabbing a sandwich and heading to the campus library. 
 


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