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(Note: I am not the author, just the archivist.
The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If you're not
old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.
The name of the author has come disconnected from this story. If you
are the author, please email me. I like to see writers get the
credit for their work.
Since this was originally archived, there have been more parts added
to it. I will be reposting the entire series when I get to that portion
of the archives.)
Victoria
Victoria was driving along I-90 in her hot white sports car, when she
began resting her right hand on the gear shift. Accidentally, her hand
slid down onto the gear shift, and she found herself circling it with her
small, dainty fingers. After a few minutes, she realized the similarity
between the gear shift and other upright items she was familiar with...
and thought immediately of her lover, Lance.
After several more minutes, she realized that her box was moistening
ever so slightly, and the more she thought about her wetness and the
strong, upright item in her right hand, the more her juices flowed!
She left I-90 at the Fuller Road Exit, ducked under the overpass, and
took the left on Washington Avenue, and re-entered I-90, going back
home. It was only during the turns that she reluctantly released her grip
on the gear shift. When she was finally heading back home, her grip
alternately was tracing the leather seams, pressing the finger grips, and
slowly raising her skirt, feeling her stockings where they ended at her
garter belt. By the time she had crossed the Patroon Island Bridge, the
seat of her car was moistened by her juices, and she was breathing
heavily.
She pulled into her garage, and immediately began unbuttoning her silk
blouse, revealing her satin teddy, and releasing her now-hardened
nipples to the cool air. She entered her house, and stopped only long
enough to kick off her shoes and slip out of her skirt.
As she walked down the hall, she could see Lance sitting on the couch,
reading the paper, one hand idly rubbing his member. He looked up to
see Victoria standing at the edge of the couch, now only in her satin tap
pants and silk lace bra. She was removing her silk stockings and garter
belt and his cock immediately grew, pushing up against his slacks.
He watched in fascination as Victoria drew her light blue teddie over
her head, revealing her lovely pink nipples. He stood and without a
word, lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of them.
Victoria now quickly stepped out of her champagne-colored tap pants,
never taking her eyes away from his hardened, erect cock. Lance
reached for her and lifted her off her feet, laid her gently on the couch,
opened her thighs and lowered himself to his knees. He feasted on the
sight of her dripping, swollen pussy and listened to her low moans of
anticipated pleasure. He lowered his face to her pussy, enjoying the
scent and warmth of her box, taking tentative licks of the juices now
oozing slowly down from her cunt. She spread herself wider, resting her
legs on his shoulders as he began moving his tongue slowly across her
clit, feeling that pearl swell and harden, ready for him to bring her to
passionate release.
He placed his hands under her firm ass, lifting her ever so gently to his
tongue. The rise and fall of her breathing, her moans, the now-
quickening motion of his tongue, brought her quickly to her first orgasm.
The ooze from her cunt increased and he placed his tongue deeply into
her box, lapping the sweet taste and swallowing her juices.
She relaxed from that orgasm, and he moved his tongue back up to her
clit, now rising to meet his tongue. A short period later, she had her
second orgasm, bigger and stronger than the first, arching her back off
the couch, holding her breath as the full force of passion engulfed her
entire being.
The juices now were flowing forcefully from her cunt, and Lance
lapped and tasted until his cock was the hardest it had ever been.
But he went back to her clit and brought her quickly again to orgasm.
This time she cried out in passion, and her thighs trembled, as waves of
coming completely overtook her body. He again placed his tongue deep
in her box, making the orgasm continue. His tongue returned to her clit
again, and she immediately came for the fourth time.
He then placed his fingers in her box, feeling the contractions of those
strong muscles as they clamped on them.
He stood up, lifting her under her arms and lowered her onto his one-
eyed god of love, now purple and distended, veins bulging with
eagerness for her tight, hot, wet box.
He moved her whole body up and down his shaft, her legs gripping him
around his thighs, as she moaned loudly with pleasure.
As his orgasm started coming, she felt the size of his cock growing
larger, filling her completely and she felt the release of her fifth come
while his pulsating spear of love spewed hot semen up into her.
He lowered them both back down to the couch, never missing a beat,
pumping as her hot tightness squeezed every last drop of come from
him.
When he had again grown soft and she had become quiet, he withdrew,
and again knelt to taste their juices mixing together as they flowed from
her cunt. His tongue again found her pearl of love and she responded
once again with a more quiet, but subdued orgasm.
They rested a few more minutes, holding each other, as the after-glow
of their passion came to an end.
Then Victoria rose from the couch, and while retracing her steps, put on
her tap pants, her stockings and garter belt, her skirt and her shoes, and
got into her hot white sports car, buttoning her silk blouse.
She drove onto I-90 again, occasionally, lovingly, touching the gear
shift, and went to Crossgates Mall, where, while walking with an easy
strut, she thought about the past hour and what a delicious secret she was
enjoying.
THE END
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