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Subject: AnnD: Creative Interlude - (1/1)
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated
and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond
by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in
your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is.
Thanks and enjoy the story.
Creative Interlude
by Ann Douglas
Leaning forward, Alice tongued the tip of his cock,
licking the drop of pre-cum that had formed there. Peter thought
he would explode right there and then. He closed his eyes as
her tongue ran down the length of his shaft and swirled around
his balls. He couldn't wait for that hot, wet sensation when her
mouth could close over his aching cock.
Taking her time, Alice sucked on his balls, then moved
her way back up his shaft. Then in a fluid motion she engulfed
the length of his cock, sliding his young hardness all the way
down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it
again. She could feel the heat in his balls, she knew it wouldn't
take many strokes before she was rewarded with a steady
stream of hot cream......
Sondra paused and reread the words that filled the
computer screen. As it was many times before, she found it
hard to believe such words could come from her own
imagination. The images they invoked in her mind seemed so
real. She could feel the boy's hardness in her hands. Running
her outstretched fingers across her lips, she could taste both the
sweetness of his lips and the tangy taste of his impending
climax.
Keeping the image of his hard young body in her mind,
the 35 year old ran her fingers down across her throat and
further downward until they brushed across the thin material of
the pajama tops which covered her mounds.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as her index finger caressed
her nipple, already in a semi-aroused state, sending a pleasing
tingle across her chest. Closing her eyes she imaged it was
Peter's hand not her own. A second finger followed, then a third.
Each finger in turn ran again and again across the short thick
protrusion as Sondra's other hand left the keyboard and played a
similar concerto on it's twin.
With slow, deliberate movements, she began to
unbutton her blouse. With each open button, the view of
Sondra's bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the
blouse and the plentiful mounds fell free.
Her aureole were almost two inches across and stood
out as dark circles against her creamy white skin. Her nipples
were thick like the nipples of a baby bottle, just begging to be
sucked. She reached up and ran her long fingers across
each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples. Then she
pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out with
her tongue. She was just able to caress her own nipple. Then
she repeated the action with her other breast.
"Oh yes, Peter." she said softly as familiar sensations
coursed within her. "Right there."
The image of the young man was so real she could
smell the soft freshness of his sandy brown hair. The sparkle in
his bright blue eyes and the seductive charm of his slightly
crooked smile were a composite of all the young men she had
known so long before. The same young men she had always
fantasized about on so many lonely nights.
Fingers no longer her own transversed the valley
between her breasts, bringing with them the memory of the first
time she'd let a boy touch her there.
She ran her tongue across her lips, savoring the
memory of first kisses and the thousands that followed over the
years. Strong hands continued to play with her breasts,
squeezing and stroking the warm flesh. Her skin had always
been so sensitive, even more so when she was aroused. She
remembered what a delightful discovery that had been when she
was a teenager first exploring her body.
"Peter, you are so good at this." she said to the empty air.
Her young phantom lover continued on his downward
journey. Tracing an outline across her flat stomach, he drew
circles around her navel. Around and around his fingers glided,
edging against the waistband of her dark red panties. By the
fourth circle, they were slipping under that barrier.
"Oh Peter, we mustn't." she said in an unconvincing
voice, even as she opened her legs wider to allow easier
access.
The first warm touch of flesh against her pubic mound
was enough to break down her barriers. With a practiced hand
she used her free hand to grip the side of her panties and with a
sight lifting of her ass, slide them down her legs. She was glad
she never wore the bottoms of her pajamas.
Extending her middle finger, she ran it up and down the
length of her femininity, parting the light blonde hairs that
surrounded it. "Oh yes!!!" she murmured.
Parting the folds of her pussy, Sondra slid her finger
inside herself and enjoyed the feeling as her tightness closed
around it. Gently she slid it in and out, simulating the motion of
a tiny cock. Her outstretched thumb played with her tiny clitoris,
increasing the waves of passion that radiated from within her.
Her free hand had returned to her breasts, continuing to play
with the softness of each globe and the hardness of her nipples.
A second finger joined the first and the tempo of her
penetrations increased as well. It wasn't long before a third
finger found it way within her as well.
Sondra's body heat soared as her wetness fueled a
raging fire. Beads of sweat began to cover her body as she
began to buck back and forth, keeping pace with the motions of
her hands.
Her breaths came in shorter gasps as more and more of
her reality was caught up in a whirlpool of desire. Between
breaths came moans of ecstasy which rose in volume with each
passing minute. She could feel the walls of her womanhood
contract around her fingers, a sensation that only spurred her
onward.
Sondra could actually feel the press of her young lovers
body against her own, the warmth of his excited breath against
her skin. Mental images of a rising tide of youthful lust filled her
thoughts as she visualized him exploding inside her.
Her body tensed and arched backward as her own
energetic efforts produced the results she wished from her
imaginary lover. As her thumb raced across her clit one last
time, it provided the final spark to set off a conflagration of
unbridled lust. Sondra's body quaked and quivered as a silent
scream issued from her lips.
"Oh God, Peter, yes...oh yes!!!" she mouthed
wordlessly as wave after wave of delight crashed across her
body. Her climax took only moments yet lasted for hours as
the young woman lost all sense of time and space. She was
sitting on a chair in her workroom, she was in the arms of her
lover. She was in both places at the same time. She was a
blazing fire raging out of control. Then just as suddenly she was
a cooling block of ice as reality reimposed itself and the ravages
of passion subsided.
"That was fun..." Sondra said to herself as she took a
deep breath long minutes later.
Her skin was moist from the sweat of her efforts and
she knew a shower was definitely in order. But first things first.
Sometimes she just got a little too carried away with her
writings. Hopefully, it was reflected in her efforts. Turning her
attention back to the unfinished story on the screen, Sondra
smiled a smile of satisfaction.
"Looks like you got me off well enough, Peter." she
mused. "Time for me to return the favor."
With that, her nimble fingers spread out across the
keyboard and she began to type one more.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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