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WARNING: These stories contain graphic language, sexual actions
between M/F and F/F, as well as violence, illegal substance abuse,
immorality, and illegal activity. If any of the above offend you,
please do not read this story. All stories are copyright.
These stories are two parts fact, one part fiction. Some names and
places have been changed, and a few events are slightly embellished or
different (usually cause I don't remember exact words spoken), but
everything is pretty close to a real situation. If you recognize
yourself in this story though, it probably isn't you!
Please forward comments/requests to: RKraft99@yahoo.com
Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Parts 6 - 8
By Robert Kraft
"I need to shut the door right," she said, "or else the beasts
get
in. The door is broken, so you need to shut it in a certain way."
"O.K." I went down as she messed with the door.
The cellar was big, about the size of two large living rooms,
but
about twice as long as it was wide. The racks were all made of wood,
and constructed to keep the bottles tipped slightly with cork towards
the floor. You could easily read the label on any bottle, a
convenience missing from most wine racks. Each rack had a small
halogen light that illuminated the bottles in that rack. In all, it
was extremely well designed. There was a set of track lighting
overhead, but it was not on. The only light in the room was from the
rack lights and the light from the ante-room. It was enough to see
well, but not bright. Very pleasant, actually.
"Do you like it?" asked Winona from behind me.
"Yeah, it is very cool."
"Well, it is climate controlled to stay at about 55 - 60
degrees."
"That's not what I meant." I looked at her with a laugh.
"I know, it was a joke."
"Oh yeah."
"I just had that lighting installed. The track lighting I
mean. It
used to be some ugly fluorescent structure before."
"Is it not done yet?"
"No. Just needs a final check by the electrician."
I was looking at the bottles. There were hundreds of
expensive and
rare wines. Petrus 1982, Latour 1975, Mouton-Rothschild 1970,
Lafite-Rothschild, 1945, and more, some were too dusty to read the
label.
"What do you want to open?" she asked.
"Me? I don't know. There are so many good ones. I don't
know that
I can open such great wines just like that."
"Why not? There are hundreds. How about this one here. 1929,
Haut-Brion."
"Are you joking?" I rushed over to her. I looked. It was
indeed a
'29 Haut-Brion. "That's extremely rare. It would be sacrilege to
open that right now."
"I guess so. But I would. After all, you spent about this
much on
dinner."
"No way. I didn't spend almost four digits." We laughed. I
gawked.
"Here. Latour 1961." And before I could object, she was
opening it.
"Jesus, a 61 Latour. Perhaps the greatest Latour ever
produced. How
many do you have?"
"A couple of cases, maybe a few more."
"Shit! How did your Aunt get these?"
"She bought several cases of each First-Growth Bordeaux every
year
when they came out. Except on bad or mediocre years. She also went
to auctions. She has been collecting for most of her life. Her
father collected too, and he passed on a lot of wines to her."
She pulled a couple of glasses from an overhead glass rack.
As she reached up, I noticed her nipples perking up from the
chill in
the air. It wasn't the only thing perking up.
She poured us each some. We sipped from the pap of life.
"Wow. What an extraordinarily long, sweet finish." I said.
"Yeah. Very full-bodied. Has hints of chocolate and plum."
"And tobacco."
She hopped up and sat on the table in the center of the
cellar. Her
skirt was riding high. She tasted the wine again. "This is really
spectacular."
"Do you have a white napkin?"
"Did you spill?" she asked, unconcerned.
"No I wanted to check out the color."
"Oh, of course. Let's see." She rummaged through some drawers.
"Well, actually, I don't. I could go back to the house."
"I'll go. I just don't want to pass up the opportunity to
observe
this fine wine. I might never drink this again."
"Wait. You can use my T-top. It's pure white."
"Um, O.K. If you say so." I stepped in front of her, and
brought up
my glass in front of her chest. Her chest was moving a bit quick.
She seemed to sit up straight and push out her chest a bit as I came
up. I looked through the glass. The diffraction of the glass let me
see her cleavage, although my line of sight was more towards her
bellybutton. I was extremely turned on, to say the least.
"How is it?" she asked, with a definite tone of mischief.
"It is… very roun - I mean, mature, uhhhh, definitely mature
color,
and… also it's clear, aged well in the bottle. It is a… beautiful
color."
"Lemme see."
She put her hand under her shirt, and pushed out the bottom so
she
could look at her glass against it. I stepped back, and could see her
stomach. It was firm and flat, well toned. She must work out a lot,
I thought.
Suddenly, she let out a small cry. She had spilt some of her
glass
on her top, just below her right breast.
"Damn. I need to soak this quickly, or it's ruined."
"O.K., let's head back."
"No, there's a sink over there."
She got up and hurried over, holding her top to keep the wine
from
spreading.
"Hey, at least if it's ruined, you ruined it with a '61
Latour. That
was probably about 25 bucks you spilt right there." She started
laughing, and got the hot water running.
END OF PART 6
Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 7
"The water takes a bit to get down here," Winona said, holding
her
top, and turned, smiling at me.
"Well, hopefully it will be soon enough to save your shirt."
"Here's the water now." She plugged the basin, and then
removed her
top, slowly, and trying to keep the wine from touching other parts of
the top. I stood and watched, and almost dropped my glass. Her back
was towards me. She did have a black bra on. She grabbed the soap
and worked on the shirt. Her ass moved as she worked. My dick was
popping out of my trousers. I looked down. It was very noticeable.
I shifted leg positions but nothing could hide it now, so I got up and
sat on the edge of the table.
"You're not very shy, are you?" I said, after mustering up some
courage.
"Very shy," she said, turning and giving me a wink.
As she reached to put the soap back on the side, it slipped
out, and
bounced off the edge of the sink, hit the small counter there, and
skipped onto the floor.
"Oops!" she said cheerily. To which she promptly bent over
at the
waist and picked up the soap. I looked at her legs, which I could see
all the way up to the beginnings of her ass cheeks. I probably could
have seen some panty if they weren't black and it wasn't that dim. I
was extremely turned on. I sipped some wine. She grabbed at the
soap, and it flew out of her hand and a few feet away. I landed in a
corner, where there was some dust and small scraps of paper and some
dirt, the usual collection of corner junk in a cellar.
"Damn!" she said. "Now the soap is all dirty."
"Do you need some help?"
"Maybe. How am I gonna get the soap clean with out letting
all that
crap fall into the sink, where my top is? Shit. See, like they say,
never drink and wash."
We started to laugh, as I walked around the table, and picked
the
soap up. There was an assortment of crud on it now. "How about you
pick up your top, and hold it while I drain the sink and rinse the
soap."
"Sounds like a plan."
I came over to the sink. I noticed she had little goose bumps
on her
arms and chest. She was probably pretty cold all of the sudden. I
saw her in her bra from the front close up. C cup for sure, I thought
to myself. Her nipples were busting out through the fabric of that
bra. My dick was aching to come out too.
She held the top up, and I drained the sink. We didn't speak.
I
rinsed the soap, and then filled the basin again, and Winona dropped
the top in again.
"Shit," she said again. "My hand has crud on it from picking
up the
soap."
"You mean trying to pick up the soap?"
She lightly elbowed me in the gut.
"Well, lemme finish your top. You're just gonna have to wait to
rinse off."
"O.K."
I took off my jacket, and rolled up my sleeves, tucking my tie
into
my shirt. I finished washing her top. The stain came out , at least
it seemed so in this light. Only sunlight could give a final verdict
on that. But we had done what we could. Out of the corner of my eye
I saw Winona looking down near my waist. She must see the definite
bulge down there.
I drained the basin and started rinsing the top. She reached
in and
rinsed her hands.
"I got it." She took the top from me, and ran it under the
water.
"Are you cold?" I asked.
"A little. This water feels warm though. It feels good."
"Do you want to put on my jacket?"
"No, I'd get it wet."
She was twisting the top to remove water from it. It was
running
down her arm to her elbow where it fell to the tile floor. She ran
the top under the water again. Then she brought the top closer to
her, and a bit higher.
She squeezed.
The water ran down her arms, and poured erratically, most of it
landing on her tummy and skirt. She ran the top under water again.
"Uh, you are getting wet," I said.
"Yeah. It feels good." And she brought the wet top to her
chest,
and closed her eyes.
She squeezed.
The water poured onto her breasts, wetting her bra, and poured
down
her tummy, and onto her skirt. A wet mark started to form on her
skirt and began to spread.
"Uh, you are getting wet," she said, as she wet the top again.
I looked down. There was a dark spot - darker than the dark
blue of
my suit - forming near where the tip of my penis was.
"Yeah. It feels good."
She giggled. She handed me the heavy wet top, and turned
around.
"My back is cold."
I took the top and raised it above her back.
I squeezed.
The water streamed down her back. She let out a purr. It
crossed
the bridge of her bra strap like a raging river, and rolled down to
her skirt. Another wet spot formed. The water on the floor was
making its way across the inclined floor to a drain I spotted. Very
good design, I thought. But only for an instant, before I was wetting
the top again.
Winona bent over a little, and pulled her hair to the front. I
raised the top again to her back, as she reached around and grasped
the clip to her bra.
I squeezed.
END OF PART 7
Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 8
The water rushed down her back again. It hit the bra back, at
the
same time Winona had undone it. It was like the river broke the dam.
The water ran down to her skirt, where the wet spot was preading to
cover most of her ass. I wet the top again, as Winona let out a small
moan. She had left the bra hanging, unclasped, on her. She turned
around. Her breasts were still hidden from view by the loosely
hanging bra. I took the top and put it above her breasts. The water
ran down her chest, funneling through the channel between her boobs,
and running down her firm tummy. She reached out and pulled my head
into her breasts. It was the first time we had really ever touched
besides hands, and it felt pretty damn good! I kissed those beautiful
globes through the black bra. I could feel the nipples, they were
rock hard.
She was undoing my tie, and then my shirt buttons, and soon she had
ripped off my shirt. I stood up and sat her up on the marble counter.
"Oooh, cold!" she said.
"Sorry," I said and tried to help her off.
"No, it feels good," she said slowly. She looked me in the eyes.
"More water, Roberto."
I grabbed an empty bottle of wine that was nearby, gave it a quick
rinse, and filled it. I brought it over, and slowly poured it over
her breasts, still covered. The water soaked into her jean skirt. I
poured more water over her smooth legs, which I couldn't resist
reaching out and touching. She was sitting with her legs crossed,
hands on the edge, leaning forward, eyes closed.
The water was everywhere. I filled another bottle. I made it just a
bit hotter. As I turned back to her, she uncrossed her legs and
spread them open a little. She pulled me over and pulled me to here,
so I was standing in front of her. She pulled me in to her, and
kissed me, thrusting her tounge into my mouth. She was so fucking
hot! She pulled me close, and my penis slammed into her crotch area.
My trousers were probably busted from my penis trying to get out so
much. I poured the bottle into the space where our chests met, and it
pooled up between her breasts and my chest.
It overflowed and down our stomaches, and all on my trousers. For an
instant, I wished they were off, because they were dry clean only.
But then I thought, this is worth 20 pairs of trousers. Besides, I've
washed trousers before by mistake and they - who the fuck cares!?!?
On with the story.
I felt my dick getting wet. No doubt her crotch was soaking wet too.
I reached down and undid my belt and buttons, and dropped trousers and
boxers all at once, and stepped out of them. We continued our kiss.
She pushed her pelvis out, and grinded into my naked rod. I probably
could have come right there.
I wrestled my shoes and socks off, with my feet, and soon I was
completely nude. Winona had wrapped her legs around my butt and was
pulling me hard into her. I grabbed her legs and felt them. They
were smooth, firm, soft. Everything I had imagined for the past 5
hours. I worked my way up, and felt where her butt met the counter.
I reached up and grabbed the edges of her underwear. I pulled them.
She unwrapped her legs from me, and put them straight up in the air.
I could see the thin strip of fabric covering her twat and ass. I
pulled. They peeled off and revealed a well trimmed pussy, with light
brownish hair. Her lips were glistening with her juice and the water.
I spread her legs, and put them on my shoulders. I pressed the tip of
my penis into her mound. She gasped. I slowly rubbed it in circles.
I reached over to the sink, which was a stretch, and filled a bottle.
I poured the bottle slowly onto the spotted where I was rubbing her
with my dick. She cried out. I poured some more. It felt really
good. I almost came once. Suddenly, she arched her back, and raised
her butt up. My rod slid down her butt crack. When it reached her
anus, she twisted her hips and lowered herself again. The tip of my
dick was lodged in the pucker of her anus. It felt like heaven. I
let out some pre-cum, and that juiced up her hole a little, so I
almost slid in. She just kept grinding.
I pulled away, got on my knees, and licked the insides of her thighs.
She kicked off her shoes and put her feet on my shoulders. Her ass
was half hanging off the rounded edge of the counter. I worked in
little circles, arriving at her cunt. I licked the outer lips, which
soon parted. I then stuck my tounge deep into her twat. I reached an
arm around her leg to massage her clit with my thumb. She was moaning
and breathing heavily. I licked her clit now, heavily. I inserted an
index finger into her cunt. I wiggled it inside, and then started
stroking while I licked her clit. I added my middle finger to her
cunt, which she acknowledged with a deep "ooohh…"
I continued licking her and fingering her with one hand, while I
stroked my cock for about a minute, until I had a sizeable amount of
sizeable amount of slimy pre-cum on my index finger. I then worked
that finger around her anus. She was really producing quite a bit of
sound.
I slowly pushed my index finger into her ass. I could feel my other
fingers stroking her cunt through the vaginal wall. At first I did my
cunt strokes and ass strokes in parallel. I got in whatever licks on
her clit I could.
I started stroking in opposite strokes then, when my fingers went in
her ass, they came out of her cunt, and vice versa. She was really
digging this. I was rock solid hard, my penis was practically purple.
I added another finger to each hole, so I had three fingers in her
cunt and two in her ass.
Then I stopped, because I was getting a jaw cramp and my knees were
killing. She apparently had lain back on the counter.
"Get up here," she said, as she turned onto her tummy and lay
lengthwise on the counter. I still wanted to lick some more, so I
straddled her shoulders, without putting my weight on them, facing her
feet. I bent down and started munching on her sweet butt cheeks. Her
ass was awesome. How the fuck did I land such a beauty? We were
essentially in a 69 position, except she was on her stomach, so my
dick was laying on her neck.
I reached in and spread her legs apart on the counter, and started to
lick her cunt again, my chin was pressing into her ass. She raised
her butt a little off the counter, and I was able to tilt my head and
lick her deeper, as well as allowing me to get my finger back in her
ass. She obviously wanted that, because she groaned, "Oh, yeah…"
I continued my oral attack on her cunt until she started to turn over.
She got on her back, and took my throbbing rod on with her lips. I
couldn't see what she was doing, being busy in her cunt, but it felt
pretty awesome. I worked on her cunt. She was thrashing her pelvis
like crazy in my face. I started moving my hips up and down, and
fucked her face for a bit. I could hear slurps and smacks from down
there. I was definitely on the edge. She squeezed her legs around my
face. I couldn't breath for a bit. I responded with a downward
thrust of my dick. She kept sucking, and reached around me, grabbed
me by the hips, and pulled me down even further, and then pushed me
up, and the down. She was deep throating me for sure, I could even
feel her chin on my pubic hair area sometimes. It was beyond
pleasurable. I was cumming. I let out a warning groan. She must
have sensed it, because she started to pull me up and down even more.
"I'm gonna cuuum.." I managed to get out. "MmmmmHmmmmm…" she confirmed.
I shot a huge load into her mouth. I was cumming for at least 30
seconds. I kept pumping, almost with no regard for her. She giggled.
I let out some last thrusts which probably shoved my cock into her
lungs, but she just giggled pleasurably. Apparently she swallowed. I
withdrew from her mouth, and was surprised to see my cock was still
hard. It was probably not going down for a while, it felt pretty tense.
"Fuck me," she said. She got up and bent over the counter. I raised
up her skirt, and rubbed my dick along her wet slit.
"What about protection?"
"I just finished my period a few days ago, we are safe."
"In that way, at least."
"Well, I'm clean, are you?"
"Yeah. I guess we'll need to trust each other on that though."
"If you would rather stop now…"
I shoved my prick hard into her cunt. All the way in. She let out a
deep growl. It was pretty tight, although not necessarily the
tightest I have ever felt. But it was still good. I stayed in for a
few seconds, and then started to pump her. I reached down, and
inserted a finger into her ass, too. She liked that a lot. I started
parallel stroking her again. Slow at first, but then as we became
fully lubricated in there, I started grinding her. Her but was
slapping against my hips, she was sprawled out on the counter. I
realized I hadn't been cold for a while, even though we were still in
the cellar, where it was about 58 degrees. Sex really warms you up!
She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I stroked like a
wild animal. I left the finger in the ass, and could feel my dick
pumping in and out through the thin membranes in there. It was very
erotic.
My dick popped out, and so I shoved it back in. I had already come in
her mouth, and usually it take a while for my dick to want to come
again, even though I was hard. I was pumping away for a few minutes,
Winona was screaming. She was having a long fucking orgasm. Some
chicks have a brief and extreme burst; others caught a big wave and
rode it for a long time. Winona was of the latter type.
"Mmmm…sssss…sssss!" she hissed.
"Yeah, baby!"
"Noo," she managed through her breaths. "Myy…asssshhh…."
I thought she was hyperventilating. I pulled out.
"Are you alright?" I said, breathing hard.
"Yes, damnit… Fuck me…In the ass!"
I wasted no time. I positioned her a little lower, hiked up the skirt
a bit more, and pushed into her sweet anus. Man, it was tight. This
was definitely the tightest hole, cunt OR ass, I'd ever been in. I
slowly worked it in a little. Suddenly she reached back, and pulled me
violently in her. She let out a scream.
"Fuck, me, damnit!"
I started pumping her asshole. I reached under and shoved a few
fingers into her cunt, although I couldn't get a good angle for good
thrusting. She was going wild. I was starting to feel a cum coming
on. I pumped wildly. I pulled out, and turned her over onto her back
again. I stuck my dick into her ass and started again. I reached
over and grabbed the bottle. The top looked clean, and did not have a
covering, and there were no nicks on the glass.
I bent backwards and leaned back, holding myself up with one hand on
the table behind. With the other hand, I took the bottle and slowly
shoved it in to her cunt. It was a Burgundy style bottle, which means
it gradually tapered from the top to the middle, where it was full
round, rather than Bordeaux style, where it has a thin neck about 3
inches long and then quickly rounds out to its full width.
The top of a wine bottle is about an inch wide, and about six inches
down, it is about 2 or 2.5 inches wide. That's where I inserted the
bottle to. Winona was exploding. She was shuddering, screaming,
helping with the bottle, fingering her clit, you name it.
We fucked like that for about another minute, during which Winona had
a large peak. Once I saw she was coming down, I pulled out and
started stroking. She was still laying with her back on the counter,
grinding her hips. My first shot flew out and hit the wall past her
head. The second one arced onto her breasts and stomach. I aimed the
third shot at her cunt. It smacked against her lips. I was coming
pretty hard. I had a sudden fascination with cumming in all her
holes, so I pressed into her cunt briefly, and let out my fourth and
fifth shots. I pulled out, and the sixth one came out as I was aiming
for her ass. I pushed up against her anus, and let out a few more
spurts, before pushing hilt deep into her ass and unloading the rest
of my cum. I gently pumped her ass a little, with my now dying penis.
She was breathing hard but making contented sounds. She had rubbed
the cum that landed on her tits all over them while I was making my
rounds delivering come elsewhere.
"So you nailed me in every hole."
"So I did."
"That was something else."
"Yeah."
We let out some deep breaths.
"So, how do I taste?" she asked.
"Full bodied, rich, a bit plummy…"
We both looked at the bottle of 1961 Latour, half-full.
"Want some more wine, Roberto?" she asked with a grin.
"You bet!"
END OF CHAPTER 33
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Copyright 1998 Robert Kraft
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