Message-ID: <5932eli$9711281621@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5932.txt> From: losgud <lushgod@hotnomail.com> Subject: <*>NEW STORY--On the Houseboat [2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: see@iglou.com, end@iglou.com, note@iglou.com X-Nntp-Posting-User: [unauthenticated] Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <347DCFB0.6E42@hotnomail.com> ========================= The following is total fiction. Any resemblance etc. is a product of your imagination. This work is meant as ADULT entertainment. If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn yourself in to the thought police. Even thinking about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever. Go watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the high four figures. Death and destruction are good clean fun. ©1997 losgud. Personal use just fine. Archiving okay. Absolutely NO for-profit use permitted. Reposting without notice is frowned upon. Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal. Copyright violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders. We cut your fucking hands off! ========================= m/F con hum 1st NOTE: Once again, hit the halfway point if you want to go straight to the party. This is not a sex story, this is a story that has sex. Remember: fiction is not fact, nor need it pretend to be. If your first time was this good, I don't want to hear about it! Enjoy! ON THE HOUSEBOAT [2/2] Marilyn started speaking in a thoughtful tone, as though to someone else. I darted my glance behind, convinced that someone had boarded the boat and was sneaking up the ladder. "I've been teasing you, haven't I? I _have_ been teasing you. Have I been teasing you? I know I have. I'm sorry, James. That wasn't very nice of me. Old habits die hard. I was just having such a splendid time up here with you. I guess I got a little carried away. Please accept my most sincere apologies, James. I think I've learned a little lesson today." I replied by just sort of blinking back at her. Marilyn wasn't mad at me? It didn't sound like she was going to tell on me. _She_ was apologizing to _me_? "I'm, I'm sorry too, Marilyn. Please accept my apologies as well." "Oh but James!" she replied most warmly, "you've done absolutely nothing wrong. Don't you see? You have nothing to be sorry for. You're hungry so your stomach grumbles--is that any moral flaw?" "Well, yea, but in polite company . . . " I tossed off. "You _are_ very polite, and you're the _best_ of company. At any rate, as I said, I think I've learned my lesson." Marilyn bowed her head, sounding so chastised. Now we were both staring at her breasts! "And that lesson is," she said brightly, lifting her head and stopping to smile while appraising my gaze. "That one mustn't start what one isn't prepared to finish," she chirped. "I know what we can do now. As long as I'm all nice and slippery," she reached for the front of my shorts and quickly undid the buttons. My erection sprang into her hands, which eagerly seized it. "Oh my goodness," Marilyn looked up at me, her eyes big and round and sparkling. "_Nice_ cock, James! It's even prettier than the rest of you. The one part of you that's _all grown up_!" "What do you mean? I mean, it's pretty small, isn't it?" I'd always been very shower shy in gym, and I'd never regarded masturbation as a team sport. My only real exposure to pornography had been the borrow of a collection of dirty stories, in which all the men were invariably compared to bulls and horses and mules. I knew there was some hyperbole involved, but even so I was pretty sure that I personally fell into the classification scheme somewhere among the lesser rodents. Marilyn gave a long low whistle that turned into a wolfish one. "James, you have _nothing_ to worry about. Consider yourself exactly the opposite. I promise you, once the girls get a look at this, you'll be beating them off with a stick. Take it from me, the voice of experience. I'm _quite_ impressed. Now, come here." She leaned back, keeping a firm grip, pulling me along. When she was flat on her back, she nestled my cock between her breasts, leaving it there to start squeezing them together. "How does that feel?" "Just incredible!" I groaned. "_Just_ incredible?" Marilyn teased. "_Totally_ so," I closed my eyes. "I bet you know what to do now." Well, does a dog know how to hump a leg? I was immersed in world of new sensations. Many of them weren't even sexual. I felt, for the first time in my life, completely relaxed, with myself and the world around me. Deep inside me I felt the first spark of self-confidence. "You can bet I know exactly what to do. Stay perfectly still, or else I'll explode right now!" Marilyn giggled. "You can touch, too." She took my hands in hers and placed them where hers had been, keeping hers on top of mine, helping me to squeeze her breasts as I slowly slid my cock back and forth in between. Then she moved my hands around, leaving them there while she resumed pushing her breasts together. "You never did rub my front," she scolded. "Mmm, nipples are very sensitive but they give a woman so much pleasure. Always remember, gentle is best. Feel them getting hard? Yessss," she crooned with half-closed eyes, "mmmmm, just like _that_. Do you know what this is called?" opening her eyes brightly again. I shook my head. "This is tit-fucking. Isn't that deliciously dirty to say? Think about that. You're fucking my tits. You're tit-fucking me. Here I am lying back on the top of a houseboat getting tit-fucked by a gorgeous young man with a great big cock. I _am_ queen-for-the-day. Do you like this? Or is that a silly question?" "Exactly what you said earlier. Heaven-on-earth. It's like in church how they're always talking about the raptures waiting up in heaven. I always thought they were referring to esoteric pleasures way up there," I cast my gaze to the sky. I returned my eyes glowering to hers. "I had no idea the minister was talking about right up here, on the roof of a houseboat, tit- fucking the super sexy woman of my dreams." "Do you really mean that? Do you really dream of me? Do you really think I'm sexy?" "Well, yes, yes, yes, I do think of you, you know, when, well . . . " "You think of me?" she continued for me at a rasping pant, "really? when you get all hot and horny you think of me? or when you think of me you get all worked up, you think of me and it makes you so hard, thinking of me you just have to pull out this big beautiful cock of yours, thinking of me drives you so wild you have to whip it out and masturbate like crazy? Yea? Really? Uh huh?" Second big blush of the day! "It's okay James, it's wonderful, it's beautiful, it's perfectly natural. Everyone has their fantasies, and everybody masturbates! As a matter of fact . . . oh hush your mouth Marilyn. Quit babbling. I need a gag. Hmm, that gives me a _good_ idea. If you think this is nice, how about _this_?" Marilyn pushed me away and slithered out from under me, rising up her hands still on my chest, balancing against me then pushing me down on my back. She pulled one leg out of my shorts then grabbed my cock, giving it a lingering loving look before bending down, slathering her tongue all around and up and down, slurping, lapping, licking and flicking. Just when I thought I'd felt everything there was to feel, she opened wide and sank her mouth all the way down over my cock. The circle of her lips tightened as she slid her mouth up and down, her cheeks going concave as she sucked and sucked, her tongue making such motions it felt as if she had a mouthful of them. "Oh Marilyn, oh Marilyn, oh Marilyn," I whimpered out my warning, which just made her more frenetic in her movements. I felt a finger slowly stroking forward from my anus to where the rest of the hand held my balls in a gently clenching cradle. I just died! I exploded with an intensity I'd never known before. The insanity of the pleasure of the first spurt was equal to every orgasm I'd ever had combined. And the sensations just kept coming and coming. Marilyn's head was bobbing at a furious pace while she alternated between the sounds of moaning and gulping. When at last I was finally finished, she slid her lips from me and into a broad smile. I noticed drops of sperm at the corners of her mouth. She noticed me noticing and darted her tongue out to catch them, giving a shiver of pleasure that sent her breasts swaying. She bent back down and gave my shrinking cock a thorough tongue bath, then crawled up to nestle in my arms. "So-o good," she exclaimed, "I really _really_ enjoyed that." I gasped, "You think you enjoyed that!" "My pleasure, pleasuring you," she whispered leaning her lips in to mine. My first kiss! And what a kiss! I didn't really know how to kiss, but I was learning fast. She was kissing me as though she never intended to stop kissing me. And at the same time Marilyn was almost imperceptibly hunching her crotch against the leg of mine held between hers. My hands on her back began rubbing slow circles, circles that lengthened in to ovals, dipping lower and lower. The upper limits of my motions moved slowly down her back as well. I paused for a breath when my fingertips touched the waistband. I moved on over her bottom, then reconsidered, drawing my hands up only to slip them back under the fabric. Flesh against flesh, my hands were squeezing the globes of Marilyn's wonderful ass, my forefingers trailing down into the separation. Her breath caught and started coming in deeper gasps, but we didn't break the kiss. Instead she stared into my eyes and began thrusting her hips with a greater urgency. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she'd bent a leg back at the knee, her foot up in the air waving like a flag in a gentle breeze. She twirled her ankle in lazy languorous circles while her toes curled and unfurled in a sensuous display. Marilyn knew what I was looking at and broke the kiss for a smile. She rose up on her elbows. "You didn't know that before, did you? When you see a woman's foot writhing like that you can be certain of one thing. She has something very much on her mind. In her mind she may not know what she wants to do about it. But her body knows exactly what it wants. It's a very good moment for a man to be at his most persuasive." She rose fully off me, then reached for my hand. "Come on, let's go below. I have something I want to show you." Marilyn wrapped her top in her beach towel and dropped it to the deck while I pulled my shorts back up. We left all our other stuff right where it was. When I joined her by the ladder she gave me a jaunty look. "Your choice: which view do you prefer for the descent? The fore or aft?" "Not to slight the fore," I lightly plucked her nipples, "but I think I'll chose the aft." "Thought you might," she grinned, "in which case," she gestured to the ladder, "_aft_er you." I stepped down several rungs then stopped, watching as the twin orange-clad delights lowered down towards my face. When they hovered within reach I showered them with kisses, then, balancing forward on my feet, I grasped her hips and gave a little nip to each side. "_Oooh!_" she squealed, "so you sometimes do bite, too!" We climbed the rest of the way down pressed together. At the bottom I stopped us again, tight against her, running my hands up from her tummy to massage her breasts while I nibbled at the back of her neck. "Oh James," she moaned, "let's get inside." I released her and she bent to fetch her towel. My fingers rippled across her rump, she darted a look back with jewels in her eyes, and then I followed her into the cabin. When we arrived at her berth Marilyn circled around behind me. "My travel bag is under the bed. Would you pull it out for me, please." I got down on my knees to get it, and she sank down with me. Her hands pinched my ass, reached between my legs to cup my privates, then circled around my waist. When I stood up with her bag my shorts didn't, sinking to my ankles, all the front buttons undone. Marilyn took the bag and unzipped it, reaching inside. "Remember what I started to say up there? When I was babbling about fantasies and . . . and masturbation?" She pulled out a pair of rumpled lace panties and shoved them against my nose. "Smell? What do you think you smell? These are the panties I wore to bed last night. You know you're smelling my pussy, don't you? They're still damp, aren't they? This morning they were soaking wet. I couldn't help myself. When I went to bed I was so horny I just had to masturbate. I made myself come like crazy in these panties. It wasn't easy. I had to be so quiet. Usually I'm very noisy. Think about it. Last night while you were drifting off to sleep I was lying here shoving my fingers up my cunt. And then all night long I kept having these intensely erotic dreams. Girls have wet dreams too. I had two or three last night. No wonder these panties are still so damp. God, I love to masturbate. Would you like to watch me play with myself? Right now?" My head nodded, slowly, on its own accord. Marilyn clambered into the bed, putting a pillow behind her back as she sat against the headboard. She put her hands to her waist. In a flash her legs went straight up in the air, then down again. Marilyn sat there as before, but now she was dangling a small form of orange fabric from her index finger. She tossed the bottoms at my face. "Smell those," she commanded. They were like her panties, except much stronger. She put her hands to the insides of her thighs, then spread her legs wide. And there was an honest-to-god cunt staring me in the face! "Do you like what you see?" her hands trailed down. "These are my labia. See how puffy and swollen they are? Usually they're not like that. This means I'm incredibly excited." She slid a finger inside herself. "This is my vagina. Inside is heaven-on-earth for a penis. See all the wetness? That's the lubrication--pussy juice--an expression of friendliness, because there's nothing a woman's cunt likes better than a big hard cock sliding in and out of it. And up here, that's my clitoris. It's even more sensitive than my nipples. Which means it delivers about a thousand times the pleasure. See how I'm pumping my fingers in and out while this other finger rubs my clit? That means I'm going to be coming like crazy real soon. I wonder why I'm so hot? It wouldn't be your fault, James, would it? Watching you watching me? Thinking about last night? How I lay here making myself come while thinking of you while you were laying barely six feet away and thinking how you were so close and yet so far? Wondering what would happen if only you knew how much I wanted you, knowing how much you wanted me. I mean, what I mean, I mean what I mean is, what I mean, meaning what I mean is what I mean and OH MY FUCKING GOD, James! James! OH GO-O-O-OD, fucking fucking, OH JAMES! watch me OH OH O-O-O- HHHHH fucking CO-O-O-MMMMEEEE!" I waited, wordlessly, with bated breath. Once Marilyn had started calming down I bent forward, spreading her quivering clenched thighs. I lifted one of her hands away, holding it with my thumb in the palm, fingers caressing the back, lifting it to my face, my eyes fixed on hers while I slowly, one by one, sucked her fingers clean. Marilyn stroked my face while I worked on the other hand. When I'd finished, she just cradled my face, gazing down at me. Her hands moved up into my hair as I lowered my head down to her cunt. "Yesss, oh god! yessssssssssss. Eat me, James, suck my cunt, lick my hot pussy, drive me wild!" I hesitated, savoring her scent, unsure of what to do. I figured I'd figure it out pretty quickly, but I wanted to keep the initial bumbling to a minimum. So many conflicting verbs! Eat, suck, lick. _Drive?_ And do what where? Marilyn must have sensed my dilemma. She gently crooned, "Do what ever you want, baby. It's your pussy to play with. Just relax and enjoy. Whatever you want to do will feel _wonderful_ to me. Just maybe give my clit a few minutes to calm down. The rest of me is more than ready for you. _Oh James_," she gushed, "make me come all over your face!" Her aroma had the synapses in my brain firing like the Fourth of July. Having had her fingers in my mouth had put the lie to rest about how a woman tastes. I cautiously licked the moisture from her puffy lips. Marilyn's cunt tasted the way it smelled, a combination designed by nature to render any man blind to all but one primary purpose. I thought of how she'd used her tongue and lips and mouth on me. I thought of the ways and places in which she'd fingered herself. I thought of how the lightest touches were often the most erotic, and how once they'd accumulated to a level of breathtaking intensity just a few brusquer gestures could make the entire universe explode. I thought all of these things as my tongue circled a perimeter around her mons, slowly spiraling inward. When I finally probed the tip between her lips, Marilyn was wetter than ever. I realized that I did have quite the head start. She was already so aroused, I could likely simply lightly blow on her cunt and drive her nuts. I did just that, and it did just that. Her fingers went dancing across my scalp, yanking at my hair. I nibbled her lips with mine, then ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit. When she would groan a little _yes!_ I knew I was doing something right. Nothing seemed to elicit a negative response. I parted her lips with my fingers and stuck my tongue as deeply inside as I could. She grabbed the back of her head and shoved my mouth firmly against her cunt, forcing me even further. Snaking it in and out, I made my tongue thick and narrow, then flat and wide. I finally understood Marilyn's remarks after she'd sucked me off. What I was experiencing was more than the pleasure of giving pleasure. Sucking her off was giving me incredibly pleasure. My cock was throbbing, well on the way to another erection. She pressed me even harder, my nose bumping against her flesh. A wiggle of her hips and she shuddered. I knew exactly what she wanted. I shifted my head slightly, bringing my tongue up to where my nose had been, finding the hard little knob. I traced tiny circles around her clit, then gave it several flicks, the lightest brushings, dancing the very tip of my tongue on its very tip. I lapped at it broadly several times, then resumed the gentle rubs, tickling it again, slow long languorous strokes followed by a flurry of quick flits. Marilyn was squirming and squealing, gasping and groaning, her fingers like iron bars pressing into my temples. I pursed my lips around her clit and lashed at it with my tongue, reaching under to grab the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them tight as I sucked on her clit. I could feel muscles around me start to quake and quaver. She clasped her hands roughly on the back of my head as she started to climax, her mouth opened in a wide silent oval. I couldn't hear her cries very well because right as she found her voice her thighs clamped tight against my ears. True to her words, she came all over my face. Her juices flooded my chin, trickling down my throat. The second her legs relaxed their grip just the slightest, I nodded down to lap up all I could. All her limbs grew limper and limper until she lay there like a puddle of soft flesh. I was content to spend the rest of the day giving her sex quiet little kisses and gentle lazy licks. But then I felt several small muscles in her groin start to clutch, signaling a return to tension. I was just as content to spend the rest of the day giving her sex all the attention it might desire. Instead, Marilyn hooked her hands under my arms, pulling me up on top of her for a long sensuous cuddle, her lips in a series of open kisses all over my face, her tongue licking the wetness from my skin while giving it a new sheen. "I love tasting myself on you. I love thinking about what you do to me. That was simply . . . _amazing_." Her eyes took on a serious squint. "Are you sure you've never done that before? Because I've sure never had that done to me like that before." "No," I blushed back, "I, uh, I just thought of things, things you said, you know, and things you did. I guess it was beginner's luck." "Well, if you're that lucky in the beginning . . . hmmm?" Marilyn had her hands held over my back, a few fingers dropped down drawing invisible patterns on my skin. She was tracing maps of brand new worlds. Uncharted, unvisited, and unknown. We would be the brave explorers. "And I doubt," I blurted out, "I doubt that anyone else could have inspired me so much." "I would very much like," Marilyn blinked, almost in tears, "to continue being the source of your inspiration for a long, long time." The level of emotional tension had soared so high I was dizzy, dizzy and scared. Marilyn broke it with a wry little smile. "I can feel how _inspired_ you are right now. Riddle riddle ree," she sang softly, "I feel something you can't see." She sent a hand on a descriptive journey, "And it's _so_ big, and _so_ hard, and _so_ beautiful, and I want it inside me _so much_." She guided me to the font of her wetness, holding me there until the head of my cock had safely slipped inside. "Deep, deeper, deepest," she coaxed me, "fill me up completely." I slid in to the hilt. "James?" she asked. "Yes?" "I have but one request. I want you to fuck me, screw me, bang me, ball me, hump me, ride me . . . whatever you want to do to me. My pussy is here for _your_ pleasure. It feels _so-o_ good to have you inside of me. I want it, I need it, and I love it. But, just so you don't worry about it, I really never get off this way. So don't worry. I want this for _you_. I mean, I want this for me," she giggled, "and I'll enjoy every second of it, just, you know, don't worry about me. Okay?" "Okay," I nibbled the tip of her nose. Marilyn locked her legs around my waist. "So, give me all you've got, you big hot stud!" Her cunt was exactly as she'd described it. Heaven-on- earth for any cock. Marilyn lay back with a big smile, rocking me back and forth, her vagina milking me with muscles I'd never suspected existed. What I thought was, _hey, her clitoris is a bit up there, out of the line of action_. I shifted a little ways upwards, sort of riding up on her. It felt slightly different, but my cock was still having a good time. Marilyn gave me a puzzled look, but then her eyes went big and round. Her legs dropped and clenched tighter together, forcing me up further. Her hands went to my ass, gripping it like a steering wheel. Marilyn was definitely the driver now. It was hard to decide which of us was more surprised when her orgasm hit. She wafted away on the retreating waves, but eventually the tide turned and she came back stronger, more determined than ever. "Go James, _go_. Do me baby, _do me!_ God, you're going to make me come again. You and your big cock, _god!_ Ohhhh, darling, ohhhhh sweet James, _come with me!_" Marilyn twisted her hands through the labyrinth of our legs, one cupping my balls from underneath while a finger of the other tickled my anus, gently probing. This seemed terribly one-sided to me. I twisted slightly, inserting a finger up inside her along with my cock. Marilyn got a big smile that turned down to a whimper of disappointment when I pulled it out. I moved my hand around and then, without so much as an introduction, stuck the slickened finger up her ass. She gave a great groan, squeezed my balls, and we exploded in unison. Eventually I rolled off her, on my side by her side. Marilyn turned her head towards me. We just smiled, motionless, staring at each other for hours it seemed. She stirred first, stroking my face. "A pity we likely won't get a chance like this again. Though," she reached down to caress my tired penis, "if you happen to find yourself having a terribly erotic dream tonight, you might want to wake up. It might be more than a dream. And if it's not, just wake me up and I'll make it like crazy. What I like best about your folks right now is how they're such sound sleepers. And they snore, but in different timbres. Come on," she rolled away from me, standing up then pulling at me to follow, "let's go for a swim. Since there's no shower aboard. Can't have the rest of them coming back to find you stinking of the fact that you just absolutely screwed my brains out. And me," she wrapped her arms around me, "defiantly proud to smell of the first time in my life I've been fucked brainless." I pulled my shorts on, but she pushed them back off. "Suits, towels and such go in this garbage bag, set atop this flotation ring." She drew up close to me, giving her hips a shimmy. "I want us to swim together naked." The boat was anchored fairly close to shore. It was a short swim for us to be within standing distance of a small crescent of natural beach. We stood there in the wilds of waist deep water. I had one hand playing idly between her legs while the other swayed back and forth between her breasts. Marilyn got a very serious look on her face. "You do realize, don't you, that I will have to have a talk with your parents?" This was news to me. The sort of news that makes you completely forget about what you were doing. "Living," she continued, "in a big house all by myself. My own sons all gone off to the world. And there I stay, the poor sad divorcee. With no man around the house to take care of man- around-the-house sort of things. Why, I bet I'll have enough chores to keep you busy every day after school, and all day on the weekends. That is," she took a step back, growing smaller, "if you can happen to have the time to help me." "Marilyn," I closed the gap, "I will always," kissing her longly, "I will _always_," slipping a finger between her legs, "I will always have time for you." That settled, she went up to lie on the beach while I splashed away in the water. The next time I looked in shoreward she was gone, towel and all. Next I turned was when I heard her calling my name, running down from the brush line. I met her at the water's edge. "James," she declared, "I have something I want to show you. You have to see this." She grabbed my hand and I trailed after her. We dodged through the brush, soon arriving at the loveliest little glade. The grass was the plushest looking I'd ever seen. Her towel was spread out in the middle of it. "I thought," she looked up at me nearly quivering, "since we had to swim back anyway. Maybe?" My mouth went to hers and my hands swept to her breasts. Our knees buckled us to the ground. The surprise that my cock was hard enough again to slide up inside her was really no surprise, not given the circumstances. We were, after all, two explorers, fresh off the boat, committed to discovering new territories. ========================= End Part 2 of 2 ========================= Like? Yes? No? 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