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(Note: I am not the author, only 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.
I am reposting in this session another piece called Art Museum, labelled
Art Museum 2. There is no connection between these two works.)
Art Museum
by TRANE and Wildfire Paradise
And now for something completely different. Set out below is a tale
of a tryst between two lovers on their way home from the Seattle Art
Museum. What makes it different is that it was a collaboration between
me and a delightful, stunning brunette from Seattle by the alias of
Wildfire Paradise. We crafted the fantasy together over the Throbnet
network, which is available through many BBSes. I've left in the original
message headers, so that you can see who wrote what.
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To: TRANE
From: WILDFIRE PARADISE
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Trane Love!
Let me take us into our evening together...
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"I'm so glad you were me tonight, Trane. And I'm really glad
you're with me now!"
The white limo pulls away from the Seattle Art Museum and heads
down the hill toward the ferry terminal.
"You're sparkling tonight, Wildfire...You love this, don't you?"
"This opening for Dale Chihuly's glass sculptures was fantastic! I
never thought I'd get a chance to talk to him about his work!" The glass
creations and theme pieces had been dazzling, showcasing the artist's
play of light and varying textures. "I feel so alive--so connected to the
world at events like this! Total rush!"
I run my hand through your long blond hair, noting how the city's
nightlights make it gleam. The waterfront is active, since it's only 10
p.m. Our driver queues up for the cross-sound ferry, which finally loads
and gets underway.
The driver goes upstairs, as we watch the skyline from the rear
opening of the cardeck. The cityscape after dark is magical, with the
Space Needle twinkling like an alien visitor hovering over Seattle.
Arm in arm, we walk back to the vehicle. "You look fantastic in
that tux, my love," I tell you as we settle into the plush back seat. "But
let's get more comfortable." I push a button and the privacy screen
between the compartments slides in place, so we are totally enclosed in
the spacious passenger area.
"That's a wonderful idea," you say and pull me toward you. I smile
and study your handsome face. Absorbing the lust in your eyes, I part
my lips to meet yours. Your heat, hunger, and desire liquify my entire
body, but especially the pulsating hotspot between my legs. I kick off
my heels; you take off your jacket and loosen your shirt collar.
I twist and turn in the seat, so that I'm kneeling and leaning
against you--leaning into you--my arms around your neck, my hands in your
hair. Your hands travel along the silk of my short sea-green dress; they
caress my ass, run along the open back of my dress, and move forward
to explore my breasts.
I undo your shirt, wanting to feel the contours of your chest--to
feel the power beneath the surface of your skin. Your hands travel up my
legs--to the tops of my silk stockings, the soft warm flesh above the
stocking tops, and my hot honeypot at the apex. I whisper in your ear, "I
took my panties off before we left SAM...I've been wanting to fuck you
all evening."
I run my tongue along the edge of your ear and nip the lobe gently.
Moving my right hand down, I easily find your massive hardness. After
a quick intake of breath through my pursed lips, my breathing feels a
shade erratic. You never fail to affect me, and although the visions in
my mind are of ripping your pants off, you temper my ferociousness by
undoing the fly and lifting your hips, as I help slide the material off your
body. I swallow hard as I run the fingers of both hands along the sides
of your shaft, lightly tracing the ridge and tip.
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To: WILDFIRE PARADISE
From: TRANE
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I let you play for a few moments, savoring the sparks of excitement that
course from my loins and set my spine afire. Then, I slide my hands
over your hands and up the backs of your arms, raising your own hands
to my shoulders.
I cup your cheeks with my hands, and then draw your face toward
mine, gently bussing you, and then smiling. Your auburn hair is
expertly swept up in an regal coiffure, and you look stunning. I
contemplate removing the diamond encrusted barrette that holds it in
place, but decide not to. Your cool, elegant mien there in the limousine
fills me with lust far more than would the earthiness of having your hair
fly wildly in our passions.
I renew the kiss, opening my lips and slowly drawing my tongue along
the inside edge of your lips, where your tongue emerges to meet mine. I
let my right hand drop to your neck, and then slide it over to slip your
green frock aside, baring your right shoulder. The upper swell of your
right breast becomes exposed, and I realize that the garment is designed
such that you don't need a bra; my cock lurches at the thought that
beneath the dress you are wearing nothing but the silk stockings and the
garter belt that holds them on.
I lay you back so that you recline along the seat. I lean forward and
kiss you again, passionately, and then press my lips to the the
indentation just below your Adam's apple. Then, with as much
agonizing deliberation as I dare, I slide the dress down your torso,
escorted by the whisper of my lips pressing to your sternum, the inner
rise of your left breast, your stomach, your navel.
My mouth stops there but the dress continues its descent. Even before
the garment reaches your downy vee, I can detect the odor of your
arousal. I remember how embarassed you'd been in the past when I first
mentioned your scent, but your nervous giggling had stopped when I
insisted how much it excited me, proving my point by placing your hand
on my then-erect member.
You raise your hips slightly as the top of the dress now drifts below
the upper line of your pubic hair, and then exposes your entire central
region - your soft hips, the sleek curliness of your pubic hair, the soft
flesh of your burgeoning pussy. I stop the dress at mid-thigh, drinking
in the sight of that area from which I have drawn so much pleasure. You
keep your loins lifted off the seat, but began to slowly twist your hips
and slightly scissor your thighs, a whirlpool trying to draw me into the
vortex of your lust.
With an effort, I draw my eyes up from your lap, across your
magnificent breasts, and look into your dusky eyes. Your smile is gone,
replaced by a heavy-kidded, lustful seriousness. Your mouth is half-
open, as though to draw in extra air to fuel the passionate tryst that is
building. You rub your hand over your breasts, flattening the lust-
tautened nipples, and then glide them along your torso to your thighs,
taking my gaze along with them.
You start to slide the dress the rest of the way down your thighs, but I
stop you. You look at me questioningly. I laugh, "It's a frame - a sea
green frame for the most magnificent work of art I know." My voice is
deep, but soft. Your smile returns.
You leave the dress where it is, and dip your hands down to the inside
of your thighs. Your thighs part by a few inches - as much as the dress
will allow, and your firm ass drops back into the seat. The slim middle
finger of your right hand stiffens, and you lightly touch the tip to the
base of your smoldering slit, almost down to your brown rosette. With
your gaze fixed on my eyes, you bring the finger up along the gash, and
twirl it around your bursting bud.
You then turn your hand over, palm up, and look down at the wettened
finger with a neutral curiosity. You lift your hand, and I dip my head
down and take the dewy finger between my lips, my tongue sliding over
the tip to savor the tangy, intimate juices.
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From: WILDFIRE PARADISE
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My lust-filled sigh is accompanied by a strong surging of desire that
courses through me as your lips heat my fingertips. You take my hand
and suck each finger, running your tongue along the tips of each digit. I
suck on the index finger of my other hand, running it in and out of my
mouth, along my lips, mimicking the feel of your mouth.
You kiss along the inside of my arm, past the elbow, up to my shoulder,
and down to my breast. You trace circles around the perimeters of the
aureoles, and the skin around my nipples begins to pucker in
anticipation.
You tease my nipples slowly at first with your lips and tongue, making
them quite erect. I kiss your neck and cheek as you suck my nipples,
equally bestowing attention on both breasts. I run my hands through
your hair and caress your scalp, enjoying the sensuality in the texture.
"Oh, Trane; your mouth feels so good!"
You focus on one breast with one hand as I escort your other hand across
my stomach and down between my legs. I rest my hand on top of yours
as you stroke my clit with your fingers. It excites me to feel my hand
down there on top of your hand masturbating me, while your mouth
sucks my tit, pulling on the nipple, coaxing it to send cum-waves to my
clit.
I reach out now to take your cock in my hand, which makes me want
you so fucking much. I run my fingers along the shaft, along the ridge
of the head, and along the tip--where I find your lubricant. I glide my
finger into your wetness and bring it to my lips, tasting your most
personal nectar. I lick the length of my palm and return to your erect
phallus. I stroke him with my hand as your hand and mouth continue to
bring me to my zenith.
The sensations build and I focus on the incredible feelings throughout
my body. You have me fine-tuned and ready to reach crescendo.
"Ohgodyes, ohyes, ohTrane..."
You bring me to orgasm and keep me there, as I writhe uncontrollably
beneath your hand. I lift your lips to mine and kiss you with ferocious
passion, wet hot passion, devouring your lips and tongue with mine.
Your hand remains between my legs, which are impeded in their
movement by the dress that remains only partially pulled down my
thighs.
"Please...no more...no more," I try to evade your hand that insists on a
level of suprapleasure.
I sigh with relief and contentment as you finally remove your hand, but
you move quickly, and before I can comprehend your movements, I
realize that you have mounted me in the sixty-nine position! Your
tongue dips down into my quivering pussy, as I lick your big hard cock
that is suspended over my face.
"I love your cock, Trane! Mmmmm, you taste so good..."
You tease me by moving your cock out of reach of my mouth from time
to time, and the ministrations of your mouth on my cunt are driving me
crazy again. The next time you lower your cock to my lips, I take you
and plunge your entire length down my throat. Your gasp and moan are
all the incentive I need to continue to suck you deep in my throat, feeling
additional lubricant arising to help ease your sex down into me.
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From: TRANE
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I enjoy the heat of your wet mouth and throat along the full length of
my hard member, and then reluctantly pull it away from you. I rise to
my knees sufficiently to kick off my pants and shorts, and then fumble
with my cufflinks before removing my jacket and shirt. All the while,
you remain poised on your back, your garter-belted thighs squirming
against one another.
I sit alongside your hip and twist so that my head again hovers over
your groin. I slide your sea green dress down past your knees and
calves, and you raise your right knee to kick the dress off your slim
ankles. I stop you with a firm hand on your calf, and then wrap the
garment around your ankles, locking them together but still permitting
your knees some freedom. Looking up to your gorgeous face, I see your
eyebrow lift in query. "Don't want you to get away," I mutter.
My head again descends to your furry mound. The trimmed beard of
my chin brushes through your pubic vee. I rest my cheek there and rub
slowly, permitting myself an occasional nip of your curled nether hair.
My lips and teeth descend slowly, a centimeter at a time, while my left
hand curls under your thigh and ascends between your slightly parted
legs. My right hand glides up along the ridge of your hip and over your
flat stomach, coming to rest on your firm right breast. I capture the
nipple at the join of my thumb and forefinger and slowly pull the nubbin
toward me.
Your left hand clutches my hard cock, which now is throbbing with
renewed ferver, and presses it against the side of your left tit, rubbing the
leaking tip over your nipple and aureole.
As you do so, my lips peak at the rise of your soft mons and kiss
chastely at the upper opening of your slit. As your hips rise and thighs
part further, the thumb and middle finger of my exploring left hand
deftly pry apart the lips to your sodden pussy. My tongue peeks forth
and slides along the swollen outer lips of your gash, tracing only the
outer edges. As your loins lift again, I finally grant surcease to your
frustrations, and allow my tongue to swirl around your bursting bud. As
you groan and press my shaft harder against your lust-swollen breast, my
tongue slides off your clit and the tip probes at the fleshy swell between
the button and the opening to your love tunnel.
Your hips rise to corral my tongue and force me inside you, but I
resist, just flicking the tip back and forth across the entrance. I wait
until your hips subside, and then I dive forward, stiffening my tongue and
driving it almost an inch inside your sopping hole. Before you can raise
your ass off the leather car seat again, I slide the stiffened oral member
along your furrow, again flicking it to the side while descending. At the
base, I purse my lips and capture a small node of moistened skin,
sucking it into my mouth and tugging lightly. My chin presses against
the top of the slit, the jungle of my soft beard maddening your electrified
clit.
My tongue now eases between my lips and again strokes along the
valley of your labia, making random forays inside to tease you. My
head pulls slightly away, and then descends further, the path eased by
the two fingers of my hand that spread your buttocks. Now my tongue
laps at the bottom of your pussy furrow and then rims your tight anus.
You audibly chirp in surprise and pleasure. I then lave the inner reach of
each taut ass cheek, and you literally tremble with pleasure.
With broad cross-strokes, my tongue returns to the base of your pussy,
and unabashedly stiffens and worms its way into your snug chasm. I
extend it as far as it can go and swirl it around, as though cleansing the
walls of your sweet secretions that threaten to overflow your well. I
pulse into and out of the sopping hole with one firm edge of my tongue
pressed along the roof, giving access to two of the fingers of my left
hand to curl around and dip into the flowering passage.
My right hand continues to cup and caress your right nipple, pinching
and pressing against it, worrying the hard nubbin while sending streaks
of lighning straight to your spine. My hips involuntarily rock, sending
my hard cock against your full left breast. A streak of my pre-cum trails
from the nipple down to the base of your collarbone.
My lips again purse and my fingers slide up your hot furrow to pull the
hood away from your throbbing clit. I now suck in the charged bud,
with the tip of my tongue lapping with microscopic movements across
the surface. Your right hand, which up to now had been springing freely
with your passion over your head, now lurchs down and grabs the
blonde locks at the top of my head, forcing my mouth more firmly on
your bursting fleshbutton. I hollow my cheeks and draw your slit fully
inside my mouth, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing - over
and over and over again. My fingers stiffen and drive deeper into your
engorged pussy, adding a third digit to the two that had been in there.
Your legs now kick and you catch the ankle-trapping dress on the
handle of the far door. As you jerk them back, the green frock slides off,
you and you breathe a sigh of gratitude. Your right leg, long and slim,
kicks up to the side to open your loins to me fully. Your fingers
clenching my hair drive me further into your sopping loins, then wrestle
my clit-torturing head up and down along your pussy slit. The pace of
your writhing hips increases, driving your tangy taste further onto my
restless tongue....
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From: WILDFIRE PARADISE
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My tits jiggle as I grind my hips against your face and probing fingers.
Your cock glances across my left nipple as your tongue glides across my
clit. I feel the release of preorgasmic wetness flooding my pussy,
lubricating your fingers in their internal massage.
"Oh god, Trane, yes, suck me...That feels so fucking fantastic!"
I grasp your cock with my left hand and rub the head quickly back and
forth across my nipple, lubricated with the fluid seeping from your
engorged sex. You continue to suck and release my clit and fuck me
with your fingers.
"Ohfuckyes, yes, fuck me, make me come...I want your cock...I want to
suck your cock."
To give your tongue and lips a rest, you bring down your right hand to
frolic in my playground, sliding and gliding your fingers along my
throbbing wet clit. I moan with this change of pace; you are
deliberately prolonging my appointment with climax, manually
controlling the surging and ebbing of my sexual tides.
I become briefly aware of the faint droning of the great ferryboat
engines, barely audible from our private chamber inside the limosine.
But it is quickly forgotten, as you remove your left-hand fingers from
my hole and begin to stroke my slit with your right-hand fingers,
swimming in my pool of arousal. You dip two fingers deep inside me
and pull them out, bringing them to my parted lips.
I smell my scent on your hand and taste myself on your fingers as you
plunge them into my mouth. "Suck your juices off me, Wild. Lick my
fingers clean of your cunt juices!"
My deep sighs of lust and my fervor at your fingertips send surges to
your cock, too. You guide me into a new position so that you are on
your back, with access to my pussy, and now I can down your
previously unreachable cock.
I skip all preliminaries and immediately plunge down on his entire
length, pressing the last inches down my throat. I note with pleasure and
satisfaction your audible gasp and intake of breath. I cup your balls,
lifting and pressing them up against my nose, then massaging and
releasing them. I caress the insides of your thighs, as I slowly twist up
and off your big beautiful cock, then begin to lick and suck his swollen
head.
"Mmmmm...your cock tastes so good, Trane," I murmur, and lick the
rim of your cockhead.
"And your mouth feels so fucking good on my cock!" you finish with a
gasp, as I pop your plump cockhead back into my mouth.
You grab my hips and lower my pulsating pussy to your face, licking in
one long stroke from my clit to my ass. You feel the vibrations from my
rumbling groan along the shaft of your dick, submerged deep in my
throat.
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From: TRANE
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As you hover over me, my lips clasp the loose skin at the base of your
succulent slit, rolling the wrinkled flesh between my lips and tongue. As
it slides over your labia, my tongue tip darts into your seeping hole,
wriggling along your sweet walls.
During this attack, my thumb remains lightly poised over your
throbbing clit. It presses and rubs along the bud's skin-covered side,
tracing a half-arc in its path. Your hips churn the node against my hand,
cajoling me to press harder against it.
My wandering tongue resumes its trail at the pit of your pussy, laving
over the sides of your ass cheeks, and then rising further, lapping again
at your crinkled anus. You raise your head off my sopping cock and
groan, rocking back against my tongue with tightly clenched eyes. Most
men are too prissy to lick you there, but you knew that I would not be so
restrained. The tip probes against the periwinkle, which you relax. I
curl my tongue into a tight shaft and enter your ass slightly. The
unaccustomed sensation, the knowledge that my lust for you knows no
bounds - and the raw nastiness of the act - all combine to send an electric
shudder through your sexy body.
My tongue probes in again and again, then swirls lightly at the edge of
your nether portals. You hear the ferry's bells clang in some far off,
other existence, accompanying my salacious, dirty attentions. You
shriek, your high-pitched wail echoing in the leather-upholstered sedan.
I make two more invasions, and then retreat, contenting myself with
broad stripes of my wet tongue along the inside of your ass cheeks and
quivering thighs.
While your hand lightly jacks my thick, hard cock, my attention
returns to your increasingly liquid cunt. Turning my head slightly, I
suck voraciously across the width of your lips, which threaten to suck
me into the vortex of your wet passions. I mouth the labia with
increasing fervor, and leap from spot to erogenous spot throughout your
loins - a tug on your clit, a lap at the opening of your sweet chasm, a
deep probe of your channel with my hungering tongue.
You open your eyes and gaze down at the rod you are clenching in
your hand. You smile as you see my pre-cum flowing in a small stream
out of the tip, and drop your head to lay your tongue against the seeping
hole. The flat of your pink tongue gantly laves the wet helmet, soaking
in my essences. Then, your pink lips close over the end, and you suction
in the white fluid with drawn-in cheeks. Now it is my turn to groan in
time with the ferry's bells.
You rock back again against my face, guiding your clit over my lips. I
capture the protective labial hood and the succulent clit inside pursed
lips, guarded at one end up the top of my own tongue. Maintaining the
pressure, I slowly work my face in a tight circle, carrying your bud with
me all the while. The pull of tongue and your own flesh against the
button nearly sends you over the top.
You writhe and jerk, and the button slides out from underneath your
guarding labia. I press forward to re-capture it, sucking in even harder
on my prisoner, the little man-in-a-boat.
I repeat my circling motion, but now reach around your thigh with
stiffened fingers, and slide two inside your parted, flowering lips. Your
hips jerk up and away from them in surprise, but - with a moan from
your pursed lips which still gently suck at my leaking cock tip - you
drop your loins back on my hand, not coincidentally increasing the tug
of my mouth on your charged clit.
My fingers stroke into your quivering quim slowly, patiently. Your
hips toss in frustration. I move the two fingers from side-to-side as they
enter and withdraw, and you rock with them, trying to increase the
sensation. I remove them fully, leaving them poised at the outer edges
of your raw lips. Just as you began to drop your hips back against me, I
add a third finger, and slam the trio fully up into your cunt, my knuckles
pressing against the join of my lips and your labia-covered clit.
You slurp again at my cock, taking in the remainder of my seeping
pre-cum. Lifting your head, you rub the tip of my throbbing member
over your high, model's cheekbone. With lust-glazed eyes, you look
down along our torsos to my juice-drenched face and murmur...
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From: WILDFIRE PARADISE
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"I see the shipyard lights, Trane. We're almost home...Here comes the
driver!"
"Does he have your address?" you ask.
"Yes, but..."
"Then forget about him, sweet Wildfire. Put him out of your mind. I
intend to finish what I started...I'll play you until you go through the
sunroof of this limo."
"Through the sunroof?" I laugh. "Wouldn't that be an interesting
Bremerton vision?"
"I want you to remember this night for a long, long time."
"I'd never forget an evening with you, Trane -- ever!"
You stroke my skin, then lower your head back down to my pussy,
where you elicit a sharp intake of breath from me, as you suck in my
overexcited clit. I feel your lips pulling at her and around her, and my
nerves seem to focus *down there*.
The fingers of your one hand had never left my cunt, and now they
resume their massaging of my insides, touching wells of pleasure deep
inside me. Your insistent sucking and licking of my clit quickens and I
feel the resultant sensations begin.
>From my center being, I feel everything focusing, as I inhale your cock
with one swift motion catching your attention for a brief few seconds.
As my feelings increase way down inside, my attentions to the sucking
of your stiff cock become more frantic. I can sense the tensing of
muscles in various parts of your body - - tensing in expectation of future
projections.
"I want to make love to you, Trane...God, let me fuck you and come
with your cock deep inside me...please!"
You smile at the need in my voice and my request, and you reposition
yourself on the wide limo seat so that you are sitting upright with me
straddling your lap, facing you. You kiss me firmly, hungrily, smearing
my sex scent all over my mouth. I ease down slowly onto your extended
cock, a little at a time, wanting the entry to be prolonged and sensual. I
want to feel every centimeter of your hard dick as he presses against my
clit and enters my pussy. I want to feel him pushing into me, into my
depths--hot, smooth, hard, and alive. As he penetrates me, I close my
eyes and part my lips to take in oxygen that I had been forgetting to
inhale due to the fucking overwhelming euphoria of being filled with
you.
My head drops back as your hands explore my tits, while your sex
probes my body. The buildup to my crescendo regains its strength, and I
feel my body go on full alert. I rock my hips to gently grind against you,
feeling the pressure on my clit and inside my cunt. Just a gentle rocking
friction with your cock filling me, stuffing me full of you.
I barely notice that the car has started and we are moving through town
now. Shadows of streetlights and headlights play across the interior of
the limo, and my soft moans begin as your lips and tongue play with my
nipples.
"Oh god Trane...Oh god, yes...Suck me -- suck my tits. Oh fuck!
yes...I'm gonna come...make me come...yesss..."
And I feel the almost painful ecstasy burst and spread to all the pleasure
points of my body -- all across my skin -- through every fiber that
breathes. My orgasm and I go screaming into the night, filling the back
compartment of the vehicle with animalistic noises.
As I go beyond the maximum orgasm, I begin to hump you with
obsessive passion. No rational thoughts are present as I fuck you for the
sheer pleasure it brings my body. I continue this frantic pace until you ...
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From: TRANE
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... sense you're stuck just below another peak, writhing atop me
almost to the point of rendering your inner flesh sore. I grasp your hips
and slow your hips' squirming, but continue my oral attack on your full
tits, lapping and sucking at the pink nubbins. The swollen tip of my
cock rests just inside your lust-swollen portals, and I move it in torturous
intervals of only an inch or two.
You moan at me in frustration. "Give it to me again, Trane." Your
lips find mine again and your tongue slides into my mouth and slavers
over mine. Breathily, you pant, "Give it all to me."
I resist your pleas, keeping you at the precipice of another explosion.
My strong hands masterfully lift and rotate your hips and buttocks,
making sure that each charged square millimeter of the first two inches
of your sopping pussy is caressed and explored. Your moans into my
mouth increase in pitch, as you find your passion rising again, but
slowly. Slyly, almost imperceptibly, I allow my rigid cock to slide an
inch deep, then another. Your squirming increases and your hands
clutch tightly at my shoulders. Even in your lustful near-intoxication,
you wonder if I'll allow you - take you - to your next climax. How hard
will you have to work to get there?
Suddenly, you feel me lift your hips well into the air, pulling you fully
off my cock. Your breath catches in surprise and disappointment. I
quickly slide myself underneath your widespread legs so that my ass is
on the car floor and my head is poised before your suspended loins. You
grab the back of leather seat, at the top. My hands grasp your ass and
pull your wet, hungering, empty pussy into my face.
You groan in bliss as you feel my mouth capture your clit and labia
and the upper peak of your pussy - in one ravenous attack. With my
tongue extended, tickling the upper opening of your cavern, my mouth
sucks strenuously at the throbbing bud. You feel the heat in your loins
rise, as though it were a blast furnace newly ignited. Just then, four of
my left hand's stiffened fingers drive up into your succulent tunnel, the
edges of my hands pressing at the edges of the portals. My hand strokes
in and out in sychronization to my oscillating sucking on your fevered
clit.
The blast furnace is stoked further, exploding into ecstacy like the sun
- which then goes supernova. Your fingers dig into the the soft leather
upholstery of the limousine and your cries echo throughout our moving
love chamber. Hips jerking into my face, you squeeze your thighs
around my cheeks and jaw in time with your climactic contractions. I
savor the tangy juices that pulse over my fingers and tongue and into my
mouth. My lips remain tightly clamped around your bucking clit,
sucking gently along with each spasm.
As your orgasm starts to subside, I place my right hand under your ass
and lift you again, keeping my stiff left hand up inside you. With a
quick, dolphin-like kick, I push myself back up between your legs and
onto the seat. My left hand withdraws quickly, only to be replaced
almost instantly with my still turgid cock as you drop back onto my lap.
Your continuing pulsations welcome that thick rod of which you're so
fond, as you gleefully finish your climax, your mouth nuzzling into the
side of my neck.
Although your eyes remain closed, you cannot suppress that broad
grin that bursts from your lips. I smile contentedly myself.
You pull your head back and smile at me beatifically. I can't believe
how elegant you still look despite the strenuousness of our lovemaking.
Kissing me soundly, hungrily, gratefully, you gaze into my eyes and
moan, "Well, if you're still hard, I think we have just enough time before
the limo gets us home to..."
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From: WILDFIRE PARADISE
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...play Puppet Theatre!" I laugh.
You give me that look of mock exasperation--the one you use to indicate
that I've lost my mind--and ask me "What the hell are you up to now?"
I rummage through a small pack I brought with me and pull out a
rubbery, tentacled, monsterlike fingerpuppet. "Voila!" I exclaim,
smiling widely. "Le French tickler!"
I bounce excitedly in your lap, squeezing your cock internally, then kiss
you happily on the lips. My eyes sparkle with mischief when I get into
these playful moods, and you can't help but laugh with me. You stare at
me for a moment, then slide your hand behind my neck to draw me to
you for a long, fierce kiss. Your lips surround mine and your tongue
dips in to mingle with mine.
You ferocious passion makes me catch my breath, as I lose myself once
again to your kiss, basking in your arms, filled with you. My breasts
press against your muscular chest--content in their imprisonment.
It always pleases me to have such a secure lover who is willing to try
just about anything without feeling threatened by my playfulness. This
time with the tickler is no exception. "May I put it on you, Trane? Please,
please, please?" I beg you so very sweetly.
"Of course--if you're sure you know what you're in for, Wild...That thing
is gonna add even more thickness to my cock. Do you think you can
handle it all?"
"Well...I don't know," I say slowly and contemplatively. But then I look
up with that twinkle in my eyes and say, "What the hell! I'm willing to
be a sport and give it a try!" I smile and lick my lips in anticipation of
the new sensations we're about to explore.
"Where did you get this anyway?"
"Downtown at the porno shop...They had them in the case by the front
counter. I was the only woman in there, as usual, and there were 3 other
guys browsing. The guy behind the counter looked a little poleaxed
when I pointed at the ticklers and asked him what they were for! His
answer wasn't quite coherent," I laugh.
You shake your head and draw me forward. Your kiss is supercharged
with serious passion, and now I leave my playfulness behind. My mood
has returned to insatiable desire for you, your body, and your sex. I want
you deeper and deeper inside me--part of me. I press myself to you,
wanting to be in you.
"Slide that little monster on my cock," you murmur in my ear. "I want to
fuck you hard and show you what you're playing around with."
I raise myself up to slide off your erection. Then I apply the tickler to the
head of your cock and roll the sheath along the length of your shaft. The
tentacles on the head of the tickler wiggle, taunting me.
I am so damn wet by now that I don't really need additional lubrication,
but between the size of your cock and the additional dimensions added
with the tickler, I add some Astroglide to be sure I have no physical
hangups.
"There...OK. Let's try it!" I position myself over your immense dick
and lower myself slowly. Upon contact with my pussy, the rubbery toy
feels odd at first, but the texture is interesting and parts of it tickle
places along my cunt as it enters me internally. I close my eyes as the
pleasurable sensations hit me fully, and you take my breasts--one in each
hand--and suck my nipples with a frenzy that drives me crazy.
I slide up and down along your covered cock, getting so many new
massaging feelings inside. I am unsure at first about the foreigner inside
me, but gradually as the rubber warms, so do I. And the feeling is
outrageous. Between the tickler inside me and your mouth tickling my
tits, I feel the pressure of another climax building. Before I realize that
I am reaching another huge orgasm so soon, the feeling arrives at breaking
point and I explode with pleasure, fucking your cock with fast bucking
motions--I am so on fire on that I just can't seem to get the rhythm fast
enough. It is impossible for you to try to suck my nipples at this pace,
so you let go of my breasts and let me ride you at my own pace,
slamming up and down on your magnificent cock until I finish in
shudders, slumped against you.
You hold me to you for 1 or 2 seconds, then roll me over on my back.
Taking off the tickler, you return your cock to my depths, still quaking
from my orgasm, and finish fucking me hard and strong. Pumping in
and out of me, faster, faster, harder and deeper--your cock feels so damn
huge inside me. "Fuck me, Trane, yes, yes..." I gasp, able only to hang
on for the ride that will bring you to climax this time. With the little
strength I have left, I focus attention on my internal muscles to caress
you as you dip into my cunt. The rhythm is sensual, animal, hypnotic.
Your noises are deep, lusty, and guttural. And this time, you come. You
come hard inside me, jetting your semen deep--deep. My moans mix
with yours, my gasps mix with yours, my sweat mixes with yours as we
lay together, panting and exhausted from such a workout. I run my
fingers through your hair and gaze into your eyes. "This has been such a
wonderful evening, my love. It's too bad it ever has to end," I smile
softly and dreamily at you.
Suddenly, I realize that the limo has just turned into my neighborhood
and will be stopping at my house in just a minute, so we hurriedly put on
all the clothes we'd had so much fun removing during the ride home.
You are just zipping up my gown, when the back door is opened by the
limo driver, who extends his hand to help me step out into the starry
Northwest night.
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Kisses my sweet, sexy lover!
Wildfire
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========= Author of the erotic science fiction tale "I Think
*=TRANE=* I Scan" - part of the Circlet Press anthology
========= *Selling* *Venus*, to be released in July 1995.
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