Sküllpt 1.05 - My Fetish Revealed

A (very) friendly reminder

My name is Clare, and SKÜLLPT tells my story. The story of my intimate and erotic journey, exploring the world of fit, built, muscular and powerful bodies, male and female.

In Sküllpt, I discover every facet of the erotic and sexual power I've developed by sculpting my own body and meeting men and women driven by similar desires and fantasies.

You might find it strange, perverse, kinky, wicked, funny, ridiculous, and why not... tempting.

So... Your comments are welcome.

Enjoy!

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Today : Where Autumn helps me discover myself, Jodi puts on a show, and Cody keeps on discovering another side of Clare. **

The next day, I gathered my notes and reviewed them before heading back to meet Autumn at the scheduled time. At 6:00 p. m., I arrived in front of Sküllpt. Jodi opened the door for me again. She always radiated that youthful energy, in that unbelievably powerful and muscular body for her age.

This time, she was wearing very short denim shorts, cut very high on her thighs, that perfectly and suggestively hugged her buttocks ; a white top completed her outfit, revealing her chiseled six-pack abs.

-- "Hello, Clare, it's nice to see you again! Autumn let me know you'd be stopping by today."

-- "Hi, Jodi, thanks. It's always nice to see you and your warm smile, too."

-- "Come with me. Autumn's working out inside."

-- "I'll follow you."

Jodi led me to the weight room.

Women I hadn't seen before were working out all over the place. The atmosphere there was one of discipline, hard work, and dedication. I recognized Amanda with a group of three very young students and gave her a quick wave, which she returned.

A little further on, I spotted Autumn.

She was wearing black leggings and a sports bra and was working out her chest muscles. Her arms opened and closed in front of her as she lifted a weight that made his pectoral muscles tense. Every time the movement neared its end, she held that position for a moment, her chest muscles quivering under the strain as they contracted to their fullest extent, before slowly going back and beginning another repetition. At the same time, the muscles in her shoulders and arms also contracted, while her torso remained completely still, allowing her chest to bear the maximum effort.

Her repetitions flowed smoothly, slowly, and steadily. The increasingly intense effort she exerted with each repetition was evident on her body, glistening with sweat. Every pectoral muscle above her breasts stood out beneath her skin.

Her effort was also evident on her face. Autumn didn't see us. Her gaze was fixed, intensely focused on her work. Everything indicated that she would fight this machine to the very end.

Her movements were still fluid, but her muffled cries were becoming increasingly audible. Veins were bulging with blood at the base of her neck and up toward her pecs, and another vein stood out across her forehead.

Autumn kept going, ignoring the fatigue and pain she must surely have been feeling. Her ample breasts were squeezed into her bra, which clung to her skin with sweat. She let out a cry and began one last rep. She held the contraction for what seemed like an eternity. Tears welled up in her eyes ; she held on for a few more seconds before letting go, all at once, with a thud, as the weight behind her crashed heavily down to the floor.

I found her so beautiful and desirable in that moment. All that strength combined with such seductiveness--at once untamed and inviting.

Autumn quickly stepped away from the machine, walked over to the nearest mirror, and flexed her pectoral muscles to their fullest. Her entire chest and shoulders glistened in the light.

I fantasized to caress her sweat-glistening chest, cup her breasts in my hands, and play with her nipples between my fingers until I felt them harden under my touch.

She picked up her towel, dried her neck, chest, arms, and shoulders, and joined us.

-- "Hi, Clare. Sorry, I was focused on that last set. I love this machine. I always try to push my pecs to the limit on it, at the end of my chest workout."

-- "I saw that. That's really impressive, Autumn! I doubt I could do as many reps as you, even without any weight," I added with a laugh.

-- "Ah, ah... Don't underestimate yourself, Clare. You've already shown Amanda what you're capable of, haven't you?

But come with me--I think we need to talk, right? Jodi, excuse us for a moment. I need to talk to Clare about her article. I'll see you later."

Autumn put her arm around mine and led me toward the entrance, where the lounge was located. As we walked, several students greeted her along the way, and she responded to each one with a personal remark. Once we arrived at the lounge, Autumn led me to two armchairs set a little apart from the others and poured us two large glasses of iced tea, with lots of ice cubes for her.

-- "So, Clare, what's going on? How can I help you?"

-- "Thanks again, Autumn.

This might sound a little silly--I'm sorry--but I'm just not really happy with my article on Sküllpt. I feel like I'm missing the point. You see, the theme of our issue at Rider is 21st-century femininity, and it's as if I'm missing the real focus of this article."

Autumn smiled at me. I handed her the draft of the article and waited for her to finish reading it.

-- "You did the right thing by reaching out to me again, Clare. Really. But... Would you mind if I spoke frankly with you?"

-- "Yes, Autumn, of course!

I was nervous, I wasn't sure what I might hear."

-- "All right here goes. Clare, to start with, I don't think your article is missing anything. It's just fine the way it is. In fact, I wasn't worried about it at all. But I think that perhaps, if you feel like you're on the wrong track, it's because you're missing the point. And that point is you, Clare."

-- "Me!? But what do you mean...?"

-- "I think what you feel is missing is a part of yourself, Clare!"

I suddenly felt caught off guard.

-- "I don't understand, Autumn!"

-- "Do you remember, Clare? At the end of your first visit, I walked you to your car. I told you it was quite possible we'd see each other again soon."

-- "Yes, but... I don't see the connection?"

-- "Let me explain, Clare.

When you first came here, I noticed things that you might not have picked up on. That's perfectly normal--I'm used to it. It's not the first time this has happened, and in fact, it's part of my job.

I noticed the way you looked at Jodi, for example, and also at other students and teachers--or even at me. I noticed how your eyes would sparkle at times, and also the moments when you looked away, and when I could sense that you were surprised, uncomfortable, or embarrassed.

I know that feeling, Clare. All those little signs that point to a fascination, a powerful desire for what women like us do here--for our bodies, our muscles, our unique beauty."

I opened my eyes in disbelief, feeling surprised and confused. I didn't know what to say.

-- "But..."

-- "Wait, Clare. Let me finish, please.

Here's the thing : I actually think you're one of us.

That you nurture a deep and extremely powerful -perhaps even erotic- desire for muscular, well-proportioned, strong, beautiful bodies. It's a fascination you can't control, something overwhelming and visceral, but one that you've likely repressed until now.

I don't know, but perhaps it's possible that during your childhood or teenage years, you'd already encountered this fascination, this sensual desire for these muscular, extraordinary bodies. Did you attend a competition, visit a gym, see photos in a magazine, or something else? And you were hooked. For good, irrevocably."

Suddenly, I started to blush and felt the blood rush to my face.

My brother's magazines, my teenage years, Paul's file, my visit here, the photos, the urge to touch myself afterward... It all came flooding back at once. Even that intense, sudden sexual urge with Cody the other night and the way it had ended.

It was so obvious!

-- "Oops!" Autumn smiled at me. "I guess I was right, wasn't I, Clare?"

-- "I... I don't know what to say, Autumn. But it's true. You're right."

-- "It's okay, Clare. Don't worry about it at all. Don't be ashamed.

I know exactly what this is about. These are feelings ; extremely intense, primitive, deeply buried, erotic, animalistic urges. And in our society, it's frowned upon for women to experience such desires and give free rein to them. These desires are most often perceived as a deviant behavior, perversions ; something abnormal that must be hidden and repressed. But they're always there. Perhaps it's this erotic impulse that you're feeling, Clare. It makes you uncomfortable ; it disturbs you, but it exists ; it's real."

-- "What am I going to do now?"

-- "But nothing at all, Clare!

First of all, take all the time you need to absorb all of this. The good news is that you're just like many other women--and men, for that matter! You're not the only one in this situation, believe me!

And Sküllpt is here! It could help you if you'd like.

What are you going to do, Clare? That's the question many women ask themselves when they come here.

What you were looking for in your article was to explain how Sküllpt empowers women to live freely, in their own way. What you experienced was the atmosphere and mindset here. The freedom that allows our students to freely express their desires--by transforming their bodies and having the freedom to enjoy that transformation however they see fit."

-- "Thanks, Autumn. To be honest, right now I just feel a little lost."

-- "That's okay, Clare!

But I have an idea! Come on! Let's go find Jodi! I want to show you something."

Autumn took me by the arm and led me back to the reception area. Jodi was there, answering the phone. After she hung up, Autumn asked her :

-- "Jodi, would you be willing to do your new posing routine for Clare and me in the XPO room?"

Jodi flashed a big smile.

-- "Yes, of course, I'd love to!

You'll have to give me, let's say... half an hour or so, just to get ready and get into the right condition."

-- "Deal! I'm heading to the XPO room with Clare to get everything set up, and when you're ready, come join us there."

-- "Awesome!"

Jodi did a little happy jump, gave Autumn and me a loud kiss on the cheek, and quickly dashed off toward the bodybuilding room like a kid who'd just received a long-awaited gift.

-- "Come on, Clare," Autumn said to me, "I'd like to treat you to a little show that should interest you."

Autumn led the way to the weight room, to a room I hadn't visited yet.

-- "Clare, this is our XPO room. We call it that name because it's the room where we occasionally hold... performances..."

-- "Performances?"

-- "Yes, for example, some of our students take part in competitions or shows. Did you know we even have topless and ballet dancers among our students!? In short, they want to be able to prepare and refine their performances. This is where they rehearse their choreography and posing sequences. And sometimes they invite other students and teachers to watch!

Sküllpt also organizes its own small shows and parties in this theater."

Autumn opened the door. She turned on the light, and a bright, brilliant glow flooded the entire room in a pristine white. It was spacious, with very high ceilings. The place had all the makings of a mini theater.

On the spectator side, the hall opened onto wide, deep bleachers, covered with mattresses and cushions and arranged in a semicircle facing the stage. It consisted of a large platform surrounded at the back, on the sides, and on the ceiling by several large movable mirrors. Spotlights, loudspeakers, and various audio and video devices were suspended from the fly bars all around, behind, and above the stage.

On one side of the stage was a rack with dumbbells, barbells, and weights--all fully chrome-plated. A curtain of rigid, white movable panels concealed the back of the stage, leading to what must be the backstages.

The whole setup was impressive, ultra-modern, and every bit as good as any professional theatre.

Autumn made her way to a sort of control room set up at the top of the bleachers and operated various controls. She picked up a remote control and waved me over to join and sit next to her on the bleachers, in the front row, facing the stage.

-- "I programmed the machines based on Jodi's choreography. She's developed a new one in preparation for a competition she wants to enter this year. She's very talented--you'll see, Clare."

-- "Okay, where's Jodi?"

-- "She'll be here soon. She needs to get ready, warmed up, and condition her muscles. Posing is a more demanding discipline than you might think. She'll let us know when she's ready."

A few minutes later, Jodi's voice came over the room's sound system: "Autumn, Clare, I'm ready."

Autumn pressed a button on the remote control. The room plunged into darkness.

[Editor's note: If possible, read this passage while listening to: ]

The first notes of an electric guitar begin to ring out in the pitch-black room. I recognize "It's a Long Way to the Top" by AC/DC--one of Cody's favorite bands (I like it, too).

Suddenly, spotlights blast the stage.

Jodi stands there, right in the middle, staring straight ahead, her head bowed; her loose blonde hair falls across her face, hiding her forehead and eyes.

Her fists are clenched and pressed against her body, in front of her crotch, her legs spread wide and planted firmly on the floor.

She's wearing her outfit for the day : denim shorts and a white sports bra. Her slightly tanned body is perfectly lit by the spotlights above her.

Her left heel taps out the beat in time with the music. Just as Bon Scott's voice begins, "Ridin' down a highway, goin' to a show...," Jodi suddenly lifts her head defiantly, tosses her hair back, and spreads her arms out to the sides, pointing downward. Her face stares at us, determined, almost furious ; her closed mouth is crossed diagonally by a broad streak of black makeup.

This is a completely different Jodi!

She walks toward the edge of the stage with a purposeful stride. Then she stops right in front of us, places her hands on her hips, elbows out, and leans forward, thrusting her chest defiantly toward us.

She starts swaying her hips and chest, sliding her hands along her hips, then down her legs to her ankles, right in front of us.

The electricity of the music spreads through the room and Jodi's body. More than ever, she exudes boundless energy.

Just as Bon Scott begins "It's a long way to the top...," she suddenly stands up, throws her head back, abruptly turns her back to us, and sways her hips as she walks back toward the centre of the stage.

There she stops abruptly once more and strikes a double bicep pose from behind.

She is magnificent and impressive ; the muscles of her back and shoulders expand, tighten, and interlock, while her incredible biceps bulge and gleam under the spotlights.

I feel as though the temperature in this room has just risen by several degrees. I feel mesmerized by Jodi's performance.

She exudes an aura of incredible power, a mix of defiance and intense, animalistic joy.

Just before the chorus, the lights suddenly go out. A few seconds later, Bon Scott's famous bagpipes kick off the song's bridge.

The lights come back on at the exact same moment.

This time, Jodi is facing us, a dazzling, defiant smile on her lips. But her denim shorts and sports bra are gone. Her tanned, muscular body glows, completely oiled and gleaming under the spotlights.

Almost naked, she's wearing nothing but a simple white bikini that highlights her golden tan.

The song continues, and Jodi moves as close as she can to Autumn and me. She smiles, wagging her index finger as if she were scolding us. She begins a series of fluid poses, like a well-oiled machine. Right in front of us, her legs, shoulders, biceps, triceps, and abs contract one after another. Each muscle is clearly defined beneath her skin with every pose.

The spotlights follow her, illuminating her according to the muscle groups she highlights. This makes her muscles stand out even more and look even more impressive.

Each muscle group she engages seems to surge forward, quivering with every pose before freezing at the peak of its flexion under the intense contraction she imposes on them.

She's so close to us that I can feel the heat radiating from her body.

She's incredible!

Jodi pours all the power she possesses into her performance. Autumn and I feel every ounce of the effort, tension, and determination she exerts. Added to that is the intense pleasure she feels from being in front of us. Her playful smile becomes triumphant, commanding.

She seems to be offering herself as a gift, but in fact, she's the one taking us.

Sweat glistens on her oiled body. I can see tiny droplets forming on her forehead and at the corners of her lips ; I can hear her breath. Nothing can stop her.

There's nothing overtly sexual about Jodi's performance, but I can't help but feel all the power and eroticism it also contains. All the seductive power radiating from Jodi's body washes over me and Autumn.

I can also feel the warmth of Autumn's body right next to me ; she's still holding my arm, a little tighter now, than she was at the start of Jodi's demonstration. I can also feel her emotions welling up inside her.

Just like when she was training, I suddenly want to hold her tight and kiss her. To throw myself on her muscular body, to cup her breasts in my hands and kiss them, to feels her strength and muscles under my touch. Because I can't throw myself on Jodi. Because I want Autumn, too.

I don't remember ever wanting to take a body like that before. Even less a woman's body. But whether man or woman, it doesn't matter at all. Another surge of desire and lust that I push aside by regaining control of myself.

Jodi turns around and now strikes other poses--from the side, then from the back. Her lovely, round buttocks reveal striations with every bend. Her spine is deeply embedded in two columns of muscles. Every muscle in her back forms an orchestra in which every movement is perfectly synchronized with all the others. The power of her legs knows no bounds.

Jodi leans forward, supports herself on her hands, and then slowly lowers her hips until her legs are parallel to the ground. Her abs strain under the effort she's putting into them. Then she reverses the movement, finishing with vertical push-ups, head down.

Everything is perfectly in sync with the music and flows with apparent ease, like a ballet dancer. But the intensity of her performance, the fatigue, and the exhaustion are beginning to show on her face.

The AC/DC music is coming to an end.

Jodi walks back toward the centre of the stage with her back to us, with the same martial stride she had at the beginning of the show. She stops there, suddenly turns to face us, legs spread apart once more, and wears the same stern, furious expression she had at the start.

Once again, she abruptly lowers her head and shoulders, causing her blonde hair to fall across her downcast face.

Then, facing us, she slowly slides her legs out to either side until she's in a perfect front split. At the same time, she strikes a slow, powerful double-bicep pose with every ounce of strength she has left. Veins bulge around her incredible biceps, tensed to their limit.

Jodi holds this pose, her arms trembling with the effort, motionless, until the very last note. The lights go out, and darkness falls.

When the lights come back on, Jodi has vanished.

I'm completely stunned. I've never seen anything like this. I look at Autumn ; her face is moved, her eyes shining. We both stand up and applaud Jodi's feat with all our heart.

She reappears, in her stage costume, so to speak. She looks just as moved as we do, but very shy, almost embarrassed despite her big and happy smile.

The almost childlike Jodi is back.

Autumn walks up to her, grabs her by the hips to help her step off the stage, and then gives her a long, tight hug.

-- "That was beautiful, Jodi--incredible! Bravo, truly bravo! I can't believe how much progress you've made in such a short time! I'm so proud of you!"

-- "Thank you, Autumn, thank you. Without you, none of this would have happened. I'm so happy you enjoyed it. You too, Clare? I had a feeling you did ever since the performance!"

-- "Oh yes, Jodi! It was incredible! I've never seen anything like this! It's as if I've discovered another Jodi, besides the one I already know. I can't believe it.

I'll admit, I'm even having a hard time getting over it."

That last sentence made Autumn and Jodi burst out laughing. In that moment, I realized I'd just been invited into a whole new world.

Autumn walked me back to my car.

Just before I opened the door, she took my hand and looked at me gently but intently :

-- "Remember, Clare, don't worry. Let whatever comes to mind just come. Don't try to fight it. Listen to your body and inner voice and let them guide you. When the answer is there, you'll recognize it, and then you can decide what you want to do."

-- "Thanks again, Autumn. I'll try to take your advice."

I head home, still reeling from Jodi's incredible performance.

Cody is making dinner for the two of us. Our favorite show is on tonight, so we'd be eating dinner in front of the TV, curled up on the couch.

Once I'm full, I snuggle up against him to watch our show. I rest my head on a pillow comfortably placed on his lap, with my right hand resting on his leg. Cody has changed into his loungewear and is wearing comfortable gray cotton shorts and a T-shirt.

I am half-watching the show and daydreaming as I think back on that day and Jodi's incredible performance. Without even realizing it, my right hand is caressing Cody's thigh, moving back and forth along his bare leg. I slip my hand into the leg of his shorts so I can caress the skin of his thigh. I can feel the softness of his skin and the warmth of his leg against my hand, and little by little--without really meaning to--I let my hand venture further.

Of course, after a few minutes, I feel Cody's cock harden and stand up in his shorts. Cody finally says to me :

-- "Are you sure you really want to watch TV, Clare? I don't know what's gotten into you these days, but you seem to be in a more... much more playful mood than usual!?"

-- "Did you notice that too, Cody? Well, it's true." I frown thoughtfully. "But what about you? Maybe you'd rather watch that TV show?"

-- "Not necessarily, no. But then, what are we going to do?"

-- "Well, it depends! What do you suggest, Cody? Yesterday it was my turn, but maybe you have an idea today?" I added, as I placed my hand on his now hard cock. "I think it must be possible, if you're planning on doing something with that boner." I finished with a smirk.

As I listen to my own words, it strikes me once again that I would never have dared to say something like that before. Cody and Autumn were right--changes were transforming me. In any case, it doesn't seem to bother Cody in the least.

He pulls my hand away from his hard cock and then take off his T-shirt, shorts, and boxers. He stretches out comfortably, naked, on his back, on the bed.

-- "Yesterday, I was delighted to discover just how skilfully you know how to use your hands. I was wondering... Would you be willing to let me discover what your mouth is capable of?"

I looked at Cody with a mischievous smile.

-- "Indeed. I was just wondering the same thing!

But watch out, Cody! I'm happy to fulfil your desire, but next time, you'll have to take care of me. And I might just be a very demanding mistress in return!"

-- "You're right, Clare. I solemnly promise you that I'll shower your body with pleasure in exchange for your devotion. Here's an idea! Let's make the most of our hiking weekend next week--I'll be at your disposal the whole time."

-- "How could I turn down such an offer, Cody!?"

I take the opportunity to take off my T-shirt as well, then lay down next to him, my head at the level of his hips. My hand ventures toward his sex, I feel the weight of his erection, and I lift his organ straight up toward the ceiling to enjoy the view.

Knowing that I am the one who put Cody in this state has always been something that fuels my desire. But wanting to play with it like this, so openly, is yet another new experience for me.

-- "What on earth am I going to do with this lovely cock?" I sigh innocently.

I'm lying next to Cody, propping myself up on one elbow. With my other hand, I casually stroke his chest, nipples and stomach with my fingertips and nails, lightly scratching him to arouse his senses.

I move down a little lower to continue and tease the full length of his stiff hard cock.

-- "First of all, it needs to be a little more... wet."

Without warning I grab his cock and take it into my mouth as far as I can. Cody reacts with a spasm throughout his whole body and a cry of surprise and pleasure.

I step back to gaze at his now glistening cock.

I bring back my mouth close to his erect penis, then begin to lick the side of it, all the way down its length, being careful to use only my tongue. I carefully avoid his swelling glans. I then do the same thing on each side of his penis. Clearly, Cody is enjoying this prelude.

-- "And now!? Oh, but I've overlooked a crucial part!?"

My hand returns to his penis, and I bring my mouth closer again so that only my tongue focuses on his glans and the frenulum, just below --a very sensitive spot for Cody. He let out sighs of satisfaction.

After a few minutes, I decide to try something else.

-- "But Cody, come on! This means I have to take care of myself, too. Will you be a real gentleman and suck on my nipples?"

At the same time, I sat up to move closer to his face so he can take my left breast into his mouth. He doesn't need to be asked twice to kiss, suck, nibble, and lick my nipple. I love it.

I then offer him my other breast.

--"This one now, Cody. You can go a little harder. My right breast likes it a little rougher. Yes, just like that!

But not too much, Cody.

That's it! Yes! just like that!"

When I am satisfied, I return to his cock. I take it in my hand, bring my mouth close to it, and spit on it. I had never done that before, either. I then begin to rub the tips of my breasts against his erect cock, which is slick with saliva.

One of my hands supports and guides my breast, while the other take hold of his penis and caress and play with its tip and my nipple--sometimes gently, sometimes more firmly. I then switch to stimulate my other breast.

At the same time, I feel my own sex getting wet with desire, and I can read the excitement spreading across Cody's face as well.

I take his hand and places it between my legs, beneath my pussy, so he can caress me while I work on his cock.

I sigh: "All this is great, but maybe we should get down to business!? What do you think, Cody?"

-- "Whatever you want, Clare. It feels so good!"

-- "Glad to hear it."

Without hesitation, my mouth plunge onto his cock ; I take half of it in my mouth, playing with it, using my tongue and lips as if my life depended on it.

Cody let out a long moan of pleasure.

I keep my mouth tightly wrapped around his cock and begin to take it in even deeper. I can't fit the whole thing in my mouth, but he doesn't seem to mind.

After a few minutes, Cody begins to squirm and thrash more and more under the caresses of my mouth. His cries of pleasure grow in frequency and intensity. That make me want to suck and swallow him even more.

I end up positioning myself above his pelvis, my hands pressing firmly against his hips so he can't move. And I keep sucking him. Feeling his hard, hot cock sliding in and out of my mouth send waves of pleasure through me, which Cody's hand on my pussy amplifies.

After a few minutes, just as I can feel he's about to come in my mouth, I decide to let Cody catch his breath for a moment. I also want to enjoy the show and see Cody--out of breath, drenched in sweat, his cock stiff and glistening, ready to explode--begging me with his eyes to finish the job.

I am next to him, sitting back on my heels with my legs spread. I slowly stroke my pussy in front of him, triggering waves of pleasure."

-- "Do you like it Cody? Do you want me to keep going?"

-- "Yes... Make me come, Clare. It's incredible--make me come in your mouth, now."

I have another idea.

I get up and go into the kitchen. I come back a moment later with a bowl, a scented candle that I lit and an ice cream scoop, which I set on the bed next to me.

-- "What are you doing Clare?"

-- "You'll see!" I reply, pushing his chest back so he lies completely flat on the bed.

With one hand, I grab his sex, suck it briefly, then grab the lit candle and drip a few drops of hot and liquid wax onto his penis.

Cody cries out, in a mix of surprise and pleasure, his whole body shaking as the wax drips down and hardens along his penis.

-- "I've thought of a little game, Cody. I hope you like it."

And I drip some more wax again.

Cody let out moans of ecstasy.

-- "Is it too hot, Cody?" I ask him.

-- "No, it's hot--deliciously hot," he says, moaning.

-- "As hot as my mouth," I replied before sucking him again with abandon.

Cody is screaming with pleasure ; I think he's going to come in my mouth right that moment.

I stop sucking him, and look at him :

-- "If you enjoyed fire, Cody, you should enjoy ice even more!?" I say.

I pick the bowl, filled with vanilla ice cream. I dip the ice cream scoop into it and scoop out a generous portion. My left hand grips Cody's cock, and with my right hand, I gently place a large scoop of ice cream on his swollen glans, glistening with saliva, ready to explode.

I am like sending Cody into orbit.

My mouth closes around his ice-covered glans. I swallow and suck his cock as deep as I can. My tongue and my warm mouth mingling with the ice chips, moving back and forth over his shaft.

Cody's body, out of his control, writhes and convulses with pleasure. He comes in my mouth with a long cry of ecstasy--once, then twice, then three times--while I keep sucking him to extract every last drop of cum he can expel.

I don't let him rest until I am certain he is completely drained and exhausted. Cody looks at me lovingly, with gratitude and admiration in his eyes.

-- "Thank you, Clare. That was so crazy erotic! Not only just what you did to me, but also because I can see and feel in your face just how much pleasure you were also taking. It made this moment and my climax so much intense!

I don't know what's been happening to you lately Clare, but how could I possibly complain!?"

That made us both laugh.

--"I don't know either, Cody.

And I have no desire or reason to complain about it. I don't know where all these new sex drives are coming from, and I even have a hard time recognizing myself afterward. What, is that really me? Clare! Who did that?

But all I know is that you're the one I want to share these moments with."