Nina's Night Visitor Ch. 04

This story is pure fiction. This story Is for adults only. Do not read this story if under eighteen years of age or live somewhere where adult material is illegal. All Characters are eighteen years of age or older. 

Faceless Phantom tongues, fingers, and cocks probed into her everywhere. Clark's erect manhood filled her throat. His full scrotum was resting on her lips and chin, and Its bloated warmth was a telltale sign that it was loaded with hot steamy joy juice. Nina continued to suck Clark off while her other holes being fucked, licked, and fingered by anonymous appendages.

Nina noticed the tightening of Clark's ballbag. She was well experienced in administering oral pleasure. This change in his scrotum was an indication that Clark was nearing an orgasm.

She relished how powerful it made her feel. Knowing full well that she could deliver him to a fantastic explosion of satisfaction or draw it longer, by teasing him. Slowing down or alternate licking and sucking his sperm engorged balls would make him last longer and cum even more intensely.

Confused, Nina was not sure if she was on her knees or Flat on her back. She was sure it was Clark in her mouth, but who were the boys sucking on each of her tits? Who's dick currently stuffed her pussy? Who's tongue and fingers gently licked and probed her anus? As caressed Cark's buttock with one hand, Who's throbbing prick did she jackoff with the other?

The suspense of this enigma was too much. Nina decided that she would bring Clark to a thundering climax. Her desire to end the mystery of whom Clark was sharing her with was too strong.

She stopped licking and kissing Clark's sack and took his cock in her mouth once again. She took long deep draughts of his entire shaft. She sucked down good and hard, then caressed the cleft of his buttocks. 

Nina felt Clark's body stiffen as he absorbed the unexpected touch in his nethers. When there was no protest, Nina knew that he had enjoyed it. Despite his macho perception of what should be permitted being done to his body.

Nina Knew what would send him over the edge now, and nothing would stop her from finishing him off, making him hers. 

While continuing to take him deep in her throat repeatedly. She again tickled his crack and followed through, venturing further, brushing his taint and asshole with the fingers.

The desired effect took hold as Clark's beefy tool began to spasm and jump. He was cumming and with joyous violence. His body convulsed, and his hips bucked.

Nina almost felt the warm, greasy fluid in her mouth. Yet her taste buds didn't register the usual chalky salt taste. She looks to see who else had been using her body for their pleasure. It was Clark four Clark's, to be precise. Then she realized that this was not happening.

Somewhere, in her slumber, she became cognitive that she was dreaming. Sexual images had haunted her restless sleep. When Nina awoke, her pussy was wet, and her clit was swollen. She was unfulfilled the night before.

Clark had offered to her eat out her pussy, till she came. Nina had turned down the offer. As she laid there, craving an orgasm to relieve her pent up sexual tension. She Wished she had Taken Clark up on his offer.

"Why didn't you let Clark go down on you?" She asked herself. Nina felt that if he knew he had the power to make her cum he would have some weird advantage over her.

"What is wrong with you, Nina?" she thought.

Clark was her friend; he was sweet and would never abuse her Like the other boys. She had to admit to herself that she issues with Boys and sex.

When she gave a guy's head, she was in charge. She was the most influential person in the room. That was a turn-on; Long slicks of her cunt honey would run down Her inner thighs as she sucked and licked cocks and balls.

Last night Clark was clay in her hands; he would comply and agree. Most of all, he would beg her for her attention. She would conquer him make him her bitch, and not the other way around. Clark was safe and comfortable.

Nina always made her sex partners cum with ease. Every single time. She couldn't say the same for them. She could do what they could not. They couldn't make her cum by fucking her.

Skinny (an exiled member of Johnny's gang) would finger bang her till she came. But most guys would leave her unsatisfied. 

With all the guys she had been with thus far. Not one of them had vehemently offered to lick out her twat like Clark. Clark was an odd duck. Clark was more than willing. He had even actually begged her to let him more than once. Nina could tell He desired it. He wanted to lap her womanhood; She felt his need to pleasure her.

Nina and Clark were kindreds, She thought. If anyone understood the attraction and gratification of giving oral, it was her.

She appreciated his want to please her and flattered that he hungered to taste her. However, Nina couldn't help but be revolted by the act.

When it came to having her pussy eaten, The feelings were excellent but intolerable at the same time. It freaked her out. Oddly it tickled and seemed invasive. Saliva was disgusting to her, and she didn't want to be bathed in it. Nina, by nature, was self-conscious, no matter how clean she was. She was concerned that she wouldn't taste or smell good. 

All of those reasons caused unnecessary anxiety and therefore turned her off to receiving cunnilingus.

But now, she was sexually frustrated and needed to cum so badly. If Clark were there now, she would let him do whatever he wanted as long as it resulted in her getting to climax.

He was more than capable. Clark had made her cum with his penis, something no boy had ever done to her before. Clark was unaware, Lacking the Sexual familiarity and self-confidence to believe in his carnal abilities had done the trick.

Nina's mind brought her back to last night. She was on her knees with her ass in the air. Clark's cock deeply embedded in her womanly sheath. The position made her feel open and vulnerable.

Nina had thought, "I'm a dirty whore." She loved feeling that way. It felt good being bad naughty, and dirty. The memory only served to frustrate her more.

She rolled to her back alone, her libido stirred up. Reaching down between her parted legs, she used both hands to spread her labia. She used her middle, ring, and little fingers of each hand to part her cunt lips, respectively. Then she gently began to stimulate her swollen clitoris with her right-hand index finger while inserting her other index finger inside her pussy.

Her vagina was so sodden with her natural sexual fluid. She was so wet it surprised her.

She began to slowly manipulate her clit with one finger while sliding her other index finger in and out of her hungry cunt. With just a few strums of her engorged love bud, she felt the surge of an impending climax starting to build. 

Maybe masturbating and pretending it was Clark's mouth on her would help her break her fears, she thought. 

"Yes, this will help me get over my aversion to oral." " Masturbation therapy!" "Damb it, Nina, you're a genius." she thought.

Nina fantasized that Clark was here; he had climbed in the window a slithered in under her covers. He crawled up between her legs and sniffed her. Nina imagined that she tried to rebuke him, but Clark wouldn't be denied this time. Nina relaxed and succumbed to his advances.

Clark then ran the tip of his nose up through the valley of her Vaginal lips. He then introduced his tongue and began to mow down on her pink passion. Within a few minutes, he moved slightly North and began to flip his tongue on her button expertly.

Nina's Lust honey flowed from her pussy like a steaming flesh waterfall. When the orgasm neared, Nina's body stiffened, her muscles seized up. She clenched her teeth together and tried to stifle the sounds the pleasurable sensations were forcing her to make.

Nina's breathing became heavy as the sensation overtook her, and her body Spasamed. Her heart pounded to the beat of her fingers. The picture in her mind of Clark franticly working his tongue on her gash, happily lapping up The sex nectar that seeped from her.

The explosion of pleasure rocked her body. Nina was overcome by jolt after jolt of joy.

After she came, Nina lay there, catching her breath. She was drenched in sweat. Beads of perspiration ran down her forehead, the small of her back felt glued to her bed. The sheets beneath where she lay were damp with sweat and pussy juice. The wetness didn't phase Nina at all. She lay there basking in the afterglow of cumming so hard.

Clark wasn't even here, and he was still making her cum. Nina thought with a smile.

"It looks like I'm doing laundry this morning."

"I should Call Clark and make him do it since it's his fault." Nina giggled inwardly at the thought. Then she thought. That big pussycat(Clark) would probably run over here and do it for her if she asked him. Nina smiled as she thought fondly of her friend, her night visitor.

Clark's day was off to a great start. He went for a run through the city. When he returned home, his mother had breakfast on the table. And the smell of coffee filled the air. He ate, showered, and got ready to watch the day's slate of NFL football games. 

It was his Sunday ritual. Clark was feeling great. Now and then, he would get an image of Nina deepthroating his cock, and a smile would creep across his face. Clark was basking in the afterglow. It was not the first time a girl had given him head, but it was by far the best.

Even the lonely divorce that he uses to fuck had not treated him to a good cocksucking. Rachel was experienced but would only lick and suck him to attention. She only sucked him as foreplay, never coming close to completing the act. The girls that did it to him before Nina lacked the skills to make it enjoyable. 

He thought about his friend Nina and her unselfishness. She was so nice to not "leave him hanging." Nina even took part of his load in her mouth. So wrapped up in enjoyment was Clark that he had forgotten how much Nina hated cum. The first wad he shot was right in Nina's mouth.

Not only did she not spit it back at him in anger, but she gulped it down and used her hand to jerk him off the rest of the way. He came so hard and so much. "It was fucking awesome!" he thought.

The next day Clark got word that Skinny was seen in town and that Gentleman Johnny was displeased. Johnny issued a warning through the neighborhood grapevine. That Skinny was persona non grata and to not show his face again.

That news quickly changed Clark's positive outlook, bringing reality to the danger of his secret night visits to Nina's house. For an entire month, Clark stayed far away from Nina. Even when Nina would hang out with the gang, Clark kept his distance.

Nina had also reverted to the same regretful state of mind as Clark. She was just as worried about it as he was. Nina heard about Johnny's warning to Skinny and wondered if it wasn't availed warning to Clark.

"Did Johnny find out about her secret sex encounters with Clark?" Nina wondered. Clark was thinking the very same thing. Not to mention they were both worried about the embarrassment and gossip if their affair came to light. Nina and Clark came to an unspoken agreement, it seemed. 

As the days of September turned to the chill of October. They each began to worry less about the matter separately. Clark maintained his distance. His fear of exposure was more significant than his desire to have sex with Nina. The fear kept him vigilant.

Nina missed the visits. She even started to see Tommy again out of boredom. How ever, she didn't enjoy his company and wouldn't Have sex with him. Poor Tommy, he was clueless, and Nina was unfulfilled. Six full weeks had gone by, and there were no gentle taps on her windowpane, no secret interludes, not even a phone call.

For her part, Nina agreed with the distance and made no moves to contact Clark. When the time was right, she told herself that Clark was her "Moby Dick," Something elusive and privately obsessed over, and Like that famous white whale, Clark would resurface again sooner or later. Or she could reach out to him if she wanted to badly enough. She just needed the right time and reason.

One evening Nina was watching television, and the daily lottery numbers were being read off live. The numbers had a familiar ring to them.

They were the same numbers as Clark's Parent's house phone. Nina may have called Clark one time, but she knew the numbers well.

In the years she had a crush on Clark, she had looked up the number and thought about calling him out of the blue. She only did once. She asked for Clark without saying her name, but before he came to the phone, she lost her nerve and hung up.

Nina realized how much she was smitten with her friend. She had been lying to herself about her feelings for a long time. Nina reminisced about feeling the skin of his bare chest as she caressed it while Clark drove his manhood into her. Her panties started getting hot.

"Fuck it, I'm calling." a lonely Nina said to herself. She picked up the phone and dialed Clark's number.

"Hello?" answered Clark's mother.

Clark was doing the dishes and heard his mother's conversation.

" Good, how are you?" his mother said.

" Yes, yes, and your Mom?" She continued her conversation.

That got Clark's attention. It had to be a friend of his that his Mother was speaking to. But who?

" Really, where is she now?" Mom continued to question the caller.

When Clark heard the last part, his heart had a jolt; he almost dropped the plate, he was rinsing. Would Nina call his house and risk his Mother answering and wondering why Nina was calling? It had to be Nina; who else had a mother that was always away? Nobody else had to be Nina.

Clark's mother knew who Nina was. She Had been childhood friends with Nina's mother. In the small neighborhood, everyone knew everyone anyway. Clark's mother knew Nina occasionally hung around her son and his friends. Nina's calling was out of the overly odd, he reasoned.

"Clark, Clarkey boy, you have a phone call." His mother called out to him.

Clark took the phone.

"Hello?" 

"Clarkey Boy?" Sarcastically questioned the sexy voice on the other end.

"Yeah, Speaking." Clark retorted.

"Hey, your phone number came out on the daily number," Nina informed.

Clark was shocked that Nina had called him. It worried him a tad; this was a risk he didn't want to take. The depth of his paranoia was such that he felt his heart drop when the sound of Nina's sultry voice came over the earpiece.

"It did?" was all Clark could think of to say. 

Then he to the opportunity to relay the news to his mother, figuring it was a good cover story for the phone call. The thought crossed his mind. How well did Nina know his phone number that she saw it jumbled in a lottery drawing and thought to call? It was somewhat strange to him.

Nina was happy to hear Clark's voice. She didn't have much to say. She hoped Clark would catch the hint. Her mother was away on business again, and her Grandmother was away visiting relatives unexpectedly. Nina had the house to herself.

The freedom was great, leading to her thinking about how She and her night visitor could really relax and fuck without fear of getting caught. The thought made Nina very horny. The daily number gave her a reason to make the call. It was up to Clark to get the message and make an excuse to go out then drop in. 

Because of Clark's lack of self-confidence and the moratorium they observed for the past six weeks, He didn't get the signal. Nina didn't want just to invite him; she wanted Clark to inquire. She didn't want to pressure her friend. She cared for him and did not want to make him worry. They hung up.

Clark never thought to drop by that night. Nina was disappointed.

Tommy had become infatuated with Nina. He thought more of his clumsy one night stand than Nina did. Tommy kept in touch and took her on a few dates but acted like a child when Nina wasn't interested in having sex with him.

Nina realized she needed to end whatever it was she had with Tommy. It would be wrong to string him along. Not to mention that things had soured between her and Tara because of it.

Tommy didn't take the news well and demanded that she give him a coat that he left behind at her apartment. Nina agreed, but with the anger in Tommy's voice, she was a bit frightened. 

Nina phoned Johnny and asked him to come by and handle the transaction.

"Sorry, I would, but I'm driving my mother and Aunt to my cousin's place." "Can you call Clark?" Johnny said.

"Do you mind giving me his number?" Nina asked.

Nina, like Clark, was a bit paranoid and thought perhaps Johnny was making an accusation. Acting like she didn't have Clark's phone number would help throw suspicion off of them if there was any.

"Yeah, Do you have a pen and stuff?" Gentleman Johnny asked, always so courteous. 

"Yeah, go ahead," Nina answered.

"Okay, Clark's number is xxx-xxxx, and tell him I Told you to call him. If he says and he will be doing me a favor."

"Okay."

"Alright, don't worry, this kid Timmy or Tony or Tommy whatever, the fuck his name is, He just had his feelings hurt. He won't do anything, but if he does something stupid, just Let Clark handle it." 

Gentleman Johnny assured.

"Okay, thanks."

"Don't mention it, and don't worry. okay?" Gentleman Johnny answered.

"Yep."

"Alright then, bye."

"Bye."

Nina called Clark, his dad answered.

"Hello."

"Hi, may I please speak with Clark?"

"Sure, hold on."

Nina heard Clark's dad calling him. 

"Oh, Clark, you have a phone call. It's a girl," he said in a comedic mocking voice like a big brother teasing a younger brother.

Nina couldn't help but giggle. When Clark came to the phone, Nina told him the situation and that Johnny had asked her to call.

Clark was still struggling with monomania about Nina. He desired her sexually; he cared for her platonically. Want and guilt and fear of scandal wore him out emotionally. His need to quench the fire in his loins was always at war with his anxiety. The call spiked his heart rate. A feeling of dread consumed him. Clark didn't want to go but 

Clark went to Nina's to handle the transaction. He met Tommy outside of Nina's building. Tommy's father had given him a ride there.

When Tommy got out of the car, he looked disappointed, seeing a strange guy holding his coat and not Nina. He had a small bag containing a change of clothes Nina left when she stayed the night, Back when she and Tara still spent time together. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Tommy said, acting like a tough guy and failing.

"Doesn't matter, a friend," Clark answered in a stern yet dismissive tone.

"Well, let me tell you something." Tommy appealed.

Clark cut him off.

"Yeah, Listen, Buddy, I don't give a fuck. Now, do you want your fucking coat or not?" Clark snapped.

Clark's icy stare and stone face humbled Tommy instantly. Tommy knew that you didn't cross the guys from this end of the city.

Tommy took his coat without another word. With his ego crushed, he walked to the car, Gave Clark one more look then drove off.

Nina was secretly watching through the blinds well hidden from view. 

Nina yearned to feel his firm body, to have his fullness inside of her, She thought as she looked on. This manly act of protection, and the way Clark shut down Tommy's tough-guy routine, Galvanized that want.

Clark realized that he had a bag with Nina's belongings. It was the last thing he wanted to do. Nina was home alone. Clark knew that if he went back to Nina's to give her the bag of her belongings. It would be difficult for him to resist acting on his desires. They would break their moratorium if left alone together.

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