Star Ocean - At the crack of dawn

The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 1 - Star Ocean
ter ter 1 - At the Crack of Dawn [f] [mast] [fant]


Rena stared wide-eyed at her lover as he positioned himself to
enter her. Looking up at him, wide-eyed in wonder, she slowly nodded,
letting him know she was ready, and willing.

At first the feeling was indescribable. As her mystery mate slowly
slid into her, she surprisingly felt no pain, only wondrous ecstasy
that left her body limp in her man's arms. It was happening so fast...
she could feel that special feeling begin inside her as the thick shaft
pistoned into her sensitive privates. Her breath came in short gasps as
the sensations overtook her.

Just as the floodgates were about to open, she shuddered, seemingly
frozen in time. All of a sudden, the emotion and passion were drained
from her body. Opening her eyes, she was aghast to find herself staring
at her dresser.

She was in bed. All alone. Dreaming. Again.

Small tears of frustration welled easily in her eyes at the
realization of another noctournal burnout -- all the excitement of sex
but without the pleasure of sweet release. "Fuck!" she moaned in bold
defiance of the twist of fate that woke her up each day by dragging her
away from another sexual romp. As a force of habit, her long ears
perked up and listened for her mother's heavy footsteps. Heaven forbid
she get caught using such foul language!

Rolling over, she started blankly at the ceiling, trying to salvage
the last fading memories of her erotic encounter before she was fully
awake. As with most of her dreams, the specifics were hard to recall in
the morning, only disconnected images trickled back from the slumber
world, echoes of past days where this very same ritual had taken place.

There was the one where she had gotten lost in the Shingo forest,
becoming more and more trapped as the foliage closed around her. She
tripped, and knew the inevitable had arrived as the leafy tendrils
rolled her onto her back and spread her legs high in the air before
spearing her innermost places with a long, smooth branch.

Then another, where a babysitting job with a neighboring boy took
an unsual turn as he insisted she show him "down there." More annoyed
at his insistence than shocked, she sighed and gave him a quick peek at
her soft folds. Before she knew what was going on, she was laying down
on his kid-sized bed moaning for all she was worth while his happy
penis eagerly pummeled her vagina.

Rena could feel herself getting warmer in her private spot as she
reminisced on these fantasy tales. It wasn't usual for her to remain so
aroused, but it did happen. She was sure it had to be her masked
ravager who had done this to her. And she knew if she didn't do
something about it now, the entire day would be spent trying to ignore
the pleas of her pussy begging for the attention it needed.

Grinning in the anticipation of the naughty act she was about to
indulge in, she quickly took her hair clasp from the adjacent
nightstand before returning her eager hands to the warm depths under
her covers. Fumbling blindly in the darkness, the moon-shaped charm
slowly made it's way under it's mistress's panties and into her tight
passage.

The sex-starved girl gasped sharply as the cold metal imbedded
itself inside of her, waiting what seemed like an eternity for the tool
to warm from her juices. "Thank goodness it's getting easier." she
thought to herself, remembering her almost daily crusade to perfect the
instrument by sanding down pointy edges and polishing the surface to
a pleasant texture. At last she felt it was ready, and began rubbing
her legs softly together, savoring the immediate gratification it
brought.

"Oh..." she panted softly. "It's so... GOOD!" As the clasp hit her
most sensitive spot, she arched her back and opened her mouth in a
silent scream. Her libido was reacting much faster than she
anticipated, and though she would have liked to draw out the pleasure,
she could not hold off long against the inevitable.

Locking her ankles together so as not to draw attention to herself
by shaking the bed, she rubbed her thighs together as past as she could
muster. Tears sprang from her tightly-shut eyes as she found herself
for the umpteenth time totally unprepared for the exquisiteness that
came from stimulating her genitals. Her moans increased in intensity,
and realizing he futility of attempting to prolong the experience any
longer, she decided to meet her approaching climax.

Using her busy hands to keep her soaked channel occupied, she
hurriedly rolled over onto her stomach and held her panties down a bit
so her beautiful slit lay uncovered on her bed. Using her other arm to
prop herself up on the mattress, she started running her pussy up and
down the sheets. Her engorged clit was now peeking out, and received
the brunt of her frantic rubbing. It throbbed in unison with Rena's
moaning, trying eager to please Rena's imaginary invader.

Her gasps coming deep and short, Rena could feel her inner channel
about to explode. Rasing her small butt into the air, she let the hand
that had been keeping her panties down sink into the wet passage. Her
long fingers swam around the precious intrument that was lodged inside.
It had served its purpose well, but the final act required the deep
touch only her soft digits could provide.

The other hand had drifted on it's own to her neglected breasts,
grabbing them roughly through her sheer tee-shirt. Pleasure flowed
through her body at the dual stimulation and overflowed as the orgasm
approached. Rena sank her head into her pillow and let loose an earth
shattercry cry as the sensations overtook all rational thought. Her
fingers were jammed in up to her sacred barrier, each thrust forcing
more juices out of her hole. With her delicate panties already
thoroughly soaked, it pooled harmlessly on the sheets, along with the
hair clasp, which had left her body to make room for her probing
fingers.

Rena came for what seemed like hours before she fell gracefully
from her frenzied peak. She sighed with immesatisatisfaction, having
just enough energy left to collapse from her compromising position
before drifting out of consciousness...

She came to a few minutes later, still reeling from the experience.
"Wow..." she said to herself with a giggle. "I came so hard I passed
out!" Feeling the immense heat under her covers, she threw them off and
fanned the hot, musky air that had accumulated with a surprised and
embarassed look. Although she knew a "proper" lady shouldn't, she found
herself immensely turned on by her own smell, and wished to do away
with the temptation as soon as possible.

For the first time that morning, she could see her beautiful body
that had so captured her attention. Her skin glistened with a heavy
sheen of sweat all over. Her gray tee was rather damp, causing the
outlines of her breasts to appear quite distinctly. But her panties,
she noticed with amazement, were absolutely SOAKED! She had no idea she
could produce so much fragrant goo, but the evidence was clear -- most
notably the impressions of her bare cunny-lips laid out for all to see.

Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, she got up and tiptoed
softly to her dresser, keeping her hole held tightly together, but
rather unsucessful at preventing the motherlode of come from gushing
out and running down her thin legs. Disappointed at her lack of
success, she slid her wet underwear down to the floor with a soft
*plop* and stepped out of them, with her shirt soon following.

"After all" she thought, "The only other person here is mom." With
that, she grabbed the towel she had been looking for. Moving over to
the door, she opened it a crack for modesty's sake and then walked
completely nude to the bathroom, carrying the towel limply behind her.

Anxious to cool off from her exciting morning "excercise," she let
the shower run a little cooler than usual and stepped in, feeling the
cool water flow over her body, clearing her body and mind.

"I wonder what I have to do today..." she thought. For some reason,
she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Like something
important had happened she had forgotten.

Then it hit her in a flood. Meeting Claude, the initial excitement
of him being the chosen one... and even her sneaking downstairs to let
him in during the night for some quiet talk. She had been so exhausted
from the day's unusual turn of events she didn't even remember falling
asleep... but she did remember telling him he was welcome to the spare
bedroom next to hers. With a shock she realized he was probably still
there... and had heard everything she'd done.

Rena felt dizzy...

7/09/02 - VGSS
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