T07 Strip, No Tease {Titmouse} (MF,oral)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Strip, No Tease
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
Carrie raised a hand to the top button of her
blouse. "So, you wanna see 'em?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "I've been wondering what they
looked like since we met."
"I know you have," she said. "I see you looking at
them all the time. I thought that tonight you deserved
to find out."
Carrie slowly began to unfasten the buttons. She
moved her hips to the slow rhythm of music from the
radio. As her hands moved downward, the blouse opened
gradually, revealing the tops of her breasts cupped in a
lavender bra. The round tops plunged into a deep
cleavage. I watched her, daydreaming about running my
tongue down between her large, soft tits.
Carrie released another button, allowing the blouse
to gap farther apart. She slid a hand inside it and
cupped her own breast, just as I would have liked to do.
She squeezed it, eyes closed to savor the sensation,
and ran her thumb and finger down to the tip where her
nipple was raising a bump under the fabric, pinching and
pulling on it. Then she resumed her job of unbuttoning.
At last, the two sides of her blouse separated.
Carrie turned her back to me, gave me a coy look over
her shoulder, and let the blouse slip down and off her
arms. She tossed it onto a nearby chair. Swaying to
the music gracefully, she crossed her arms in front of
her, hugging herself with a hand on each shoulder. She
stoked at each bra strap with her fingers, first one and
then the other, until both had slipped over her
shoulders.
Still with her back to me, Carrie reached up and
slipped the catch on her bra. She crossed her arms
across her breasts again to hold the bra in place and
turned back to face me. She twisted her shoulders
slowly and sensuously, making the bra straps slide down
lower and, with only slightly revealing glimpses of more
breast, worked the strap on one side down past her elbow
and slipped her arm free. Then she did the same with
her other arm.
Now, only Carrie's crossed arms kept the bra in
place. Slowly, she lowered the left side, exposing more
of the top of her breast until the rosy region around
her nipple showed, and then the nipple itself peeked
free, erect and taut. Carrie dropped her arm and the
bra fell away, exposing her left breast.
"That's the smaller one," she said.
"Looks fine to me," I told her.
Carrie's left hand still held the remaining bra cup
over her right breast. She squeezed herself, then moved
her hand underneath her breast to lift it, offering it
to me. She pulled the bra away and let it slide to the
floor. Turning slightly to one side, Carrie pulled her
shoulders back, then turned back the other way,
displaying her tits from both sides.
"What do you think?" she said.
"They're beautiful," I told her. "They're
perfect!"
"Do you think so?" she asked, as if bemused by the
idea. Carrie crossed her arms behind her head, making
her breasts jut out even more prominently, and shook
them gently from side to side. "Well," she said, "is
there anything else you'd like to see?"
"I'd like to see it all," I said. "I want to see
everything."
"There's an idea," Carrie admitted. She pressed a
finger against her lips, thinking. "Well, okay."
Carrie dropped her hands to the waist of her skirt.
She found the zipper at the side and slid it down.
With a rocking motion of her hips, she slowly worked the
skirt over her fanny and let it fall to the floor, then
stepped out of it daintily. After she laid it carefully
across the chair arm, she did the same with the dark
purple slip. She wasn't wearing nylons, just high-cut
panties in a lavender color that matched the bra she had
been wearing. Carrie turned her back toward me, glanced
over her shoulder and smiled, and rolled the panties
over her hips and down her thighs, revealing a smooth,
well-toned butt.
"Nice?" she asked.
"You bet," I assured her.
"Well," Carrie said, reaching for her blouse,
"unless you..."
"Wait a minute," I protested. "I haven't seen
everything!"
"Oh," she said, still acting bemused. "That's
right, I guess you haven't." With an impish expression,
she stepped to the sofa and turned to face me, keeping
her thighs pressed tightly together. Only her dark bush
showed above them. Then she sat on the sofa, still
keeping her knees together. Carrie looked at me and,
when she was sure she had my attention, relaxed her legs
and slowly let her knees fall apart.
"Can you see all right?" she asked solicitously.
"Not quite," I said.
"Here, then," Carrie said, scooting her butt
forward on the sofa and spreading her legs wide. The
dark rose color of her pussy lips showed between her
legs, slightly open and glistening with dampness. "Now
can you see?"
"Yes," I said. "Now I can see."
"Do you like what you see?" Carrie asked me.
"Of course I do," I said. "You're beautiful."
Carrie licked a finger and then slipped it between
the lips of her pussy. She moved it up to the button of
her clit and rolled it around. She put her finger into
her mouth again, then moved it back to her pussy and
slowly inserted it between the lips and into her cunt.
When it was all the way in, Carrie rolled her wrist
around, rotating her finger up inside her. Then she
slipped it out again, now wet with her juices, and
teased her clit again with her fingertip. She closed
her eyes and took a ragged breath. Then she opened them
again and looked at me.
"So," she asked, "is looking all you want to do?"
Instead of answering, I went down on my hands and
knees and crawled across the room to her. Kneeling in
front of her, I put a hand on each thigh and spread them
wide apart. The lips of her pussy opened slightly,
revealing the slick bud of her clit and hinting at the
opening of her deeper channel. I leaned forward and
buried my face in her pussy.
First, I stuck my tongue as deep into her cunt as I
could and forced it back and forth and in and out.
Then, I licked upward toward her clit. Carrie moved her
hand out of the way. I flicked her clit with my tongue,
chewed on the lips of her pussy, and wrapped my mouth
around her clit and rubbed it vigorously with my tongue.
Carrie seemed to like that. She rolled her hips,
pushing up against my wickedly teasing tongue and
moaning softly.
"God," she said. "I'm so ready. I could cum just
like this." She was very wet, and not just from my
kisses.
"Be my guest," I told her. "I want you to cum."
With a gasp, she reached forward with both hands
and pulled my head into her cunt. I lashed at her clit
with my tongue, and Carrie bucked her hips up at me in
increasingly convulsive jerks.
"Oh, jeez!" she gasped. "I'm so close, baby. Lick
it for me, honey, please! Make me cum!"
Her hands were pressing my mouth hard against her
pussy. My tongue and lips flicked and sucked and pushed
into her and rolled her clit and nibbled at it and
licked and hummed. I sucked on her clit like it was a
nipple. I shook my head from side to side, holding it
in my lips. Then I lapped at it like a dog -- strong,
long licks.
With a shudder and a gasp, Carrie came
convulsively. She pushed her pussy at my mouth and
humped on my tongue.
"Ahhhghgh!" she cried, then whispered, "oh yes baby
that's so good oh fuck me with your tongue honey oh lick
me oh ohmigod lick me yes baby that's it that's it
that's it."
After a while, Carrie relaxed and took a deep
breath. Her thighs, which had been clasping my head,
relaxed and fell wide apart. She opened her eyes and
looked at me.
"Put it in me," she said. "Right now, baby. Don't
waste any more time. I want your cock right now."
I rose up on my knees and tore my pants open,
forced them and my underwear down, and shuffled forward
into position.
"Put it in me, baby" Carrie said. "Put it in my
pussy." She put a hand under each of her knees and
lifted up and out, spreading herself open before me.
I put the head of my rock-hard cock at the opening,
waggled it up and down to get some of her lubrication on
it, and pressed forward. I got about halfway in before
her tight channel resisted me, so I pulled back a little
and rocked back and forth. Then I pushed forward again.
My prick slid in smoothly in one steady motion until
her pussy lips were spread wide around the base of my
prick and I could feel the head pushing against the back
of her cunt. I pulled out and pushed back into her
again.
Carrie wrapped her legs around my waist, clutching
me with her thighs. Her heels prodded at my butt,
pulling me into her. I shoved my cock in and out of her
pussy. I slipped my arms behind her back and pulled her
forward against me, pressing her tits against my chest.
My other hand slipped down behind her butt and pulled
her cunt forward, forcing it onto my cock as deep as it
could go.
Carrie hunched her hips forward, meeting every
thrust I gave her. She shook her hips back and forth as
I pumped in and out of her pussy. Her lips kissed all
over my face, then dropped to my mouth and, opening
deeply, forced her tongue into my mouth, kissing and
licking and sucking on my tongue. Carrie put her hands
behind my butt, and both of us pulled toward each other,
pressing her cunt onto my hard cock.
She was making little moans and cries as I pumped
into her, and I could tell that she was going to cum
again. I love fucking a repeater.
"Oh, yes, honey," she whimpered. "Oh, give it to
me, just like that. Yes, yessss. Push it in me. Push
your cock in there. Fuck me harder. Harder! Yes, damn
it. Give me your prick, baby. Stick it in me all the
way. Ah! Ah!"
Carrie's whole body began to shudder with passion.
She held her legs as far apart as possible so that I
could fuck my dick into her cunt. Then she put her legs
back around me again, pulling me into her, socking her
pussy up to meet my thrusts. Then she came again.
"Ah! Ah! Oh, god!" she cried. "Yes! Fuck me!
Fuck me hard! I'm cumming! Yes! Ah!"
Arms around my neck, she pulled herself up against
me, pressing those marvelous tits into my chest while
she snapped her pussy up to meet each of my thrusts into
her. Then, as her orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed,
letting her legs down to the floor. I continued to
stroke into her, slow and steady.
"Mmmmmm," Carrie moaned. "My, does that feel good.
Does it feel good to you, baby?"
"Jesus!" I said. "Yes, it feels good. You're so
hot and tight. It's wrapped around my cock. I can feel
you milking it."
And she was. Carrie's pussy gripped my prick. She
would relax each time I pushed forward, giving me free
access to bury my cock as deep as possible inside her.
Then, when I drew back for another stroke, Carrie
tightened the muscles of her cunt, resisting my
withdrawal.
"That's real good, babe," I told her. "It almost
feels like you're sucking me."
"Now, there's an idea," Carrie said. She pushed my
shoulders away and hunched backward with her pussy. My
cock slipped out. "Let me eat you, honey."
She patted the sofa, indicating that she wanted me
to sit there, and slid off onto the floor. We changed
places, with Carrie kneeling between my legs.
"What a lovely prick," she said. "It looks as good
as it felt." Carrie leaned forward and kissed the tip
of my cock. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, "it tastes like
me." She extended her tongue and began to lick the
head, grasping me in one hand to hold it steady.
When she had cleaned the head to her satisfaction,
Carrie pushed her lips down over it, holding just the
head inside her mouth and sucking on it. Then,
maintaining a sucking vacuum, she forced me deep into
her mouth. She pumped her head back and forth, her lips
forming a grasping ring around my cock that she slid up
and down its length. When I was deep inside her mouth,
she waggled her tongue back and forth along the
underside of my prick.
"Like that, baby?" she asked, pulling her mouth off
me. Her hand pumped up and down on my dick. "Do you
like it when I suck your cock? Do you want to cum in my
mouth, baby?"
I didn't answer and Carrie didn't really expect me
to. Without waiting, she put my prick back in her mouth
and began working on it again. Now, her hand joined her
lips, jacking up and down on my cock with her mouth. It
slid through her clutching finger into the warm, sucking
tunnel of her mouth and then back out again, her lips
trailing along it as if yielding it reluctantly.
Carrie began to work on me energetically, shoving
her head down onto my cock and pulling back quickly,
only to shove me into her mouth again. She also began
humming at the back of her throat, little moans of
passion each time she exhaled, which imparted a
vibration to my cock. My prick shot in and out of her
sucking mouth and clinging fingers.
"Oh, jeez, babe," I warned her, "that's gonna do
it. Oh, god!" I could feel it start somewhere around
my toes. A burst of warmth and tension shot through my
loins.
Carrie sensed that it was coming and sucked my cock
frantically, furiously, throwing her head forward and
back, rotating her mouth around my prick while she
sucked so hard that smacking sounds burst out around her
lips. Her hand flew up and down along the shaft of my
cock. I shoved my hips back and forth, fucking into her
mouth, and exploded convulsively, spewing cum into that
warm, grasping cavern. Carrie kept sucking as the jets
of cum splatted against the back of her mouth. She
swallowed hard, several times, each swallow tugging on
the length of my cock and extending the sensation.
When I stopped shooting, Carrie kept her mouth on
my prick for a while, sucking on it more gently as I
gradually came down from the peak. Every now and then,
she'd run her tongue under the bottom of my cockhead,
sending an electric pulse shooting through me. Finally,
she pulled back and let my dick slip out of her mouth.
"Ummmmm," she said, licking her lips, "my favorite
drink."
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End of 'Strip, No Tease' by Titmouse.
Story 07
Author's Note:
The real life inspiration for Carrie was a consultant who worked
for my company for several months. She had perhaps the most
perfect set of knockers of any woman I've ever known -- big, but
not too big. Thrusting, almost imperious, perfectly proportioned.
It was rumored that she was gay, actually, and there was some
ambiguous evidence to support it, but that didn't stop me from
fantasizing about her.
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