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<DISCLAIMER>
miners can't read without those lamp-hats on their heads. feel free to
copy or archive. do whatever you want with it, just don't blame me. i
think i'm almost getting the hang of this.

<BACKGROUND>
in the remotest depths of 1991 or 1992 or 1993 -- back when the
worldwide web was just a gleam of spit in the corner of marc
andreesen's pouty little mouth -- i spent lots and lots of time (and
LOTS AND LOTS of money) dialed up to an annoying little bulletin board
somewhere in america's heartland. it was an addiction that i thought
i'd kicked... but sometimes on cold winter nights when my boyfriend is
miles away it comes back.

if you recognize yourself as a combatant in any of these, feel free to
contact me (parasol_60@yahoo.com) but no flames, please, cuz i'm a
delicate frail flower who might not be able to stand it.

<OBLIGATORY WHITESPACE>








<INTRODUCTION -- SR>
This was early days; I didn't even know how to turn on logging in
RipTerm, if you can believe such a thing. A guy I was chatting with
did a capture on our conversation and several days later sent it back
to me with his own liberal addendum at the end -- I think you'll be
able to tell stylistically where the "add-on" comes in. At the time I
guess I was pretty scandalized, especially since earlier in the
conversation I'd told him some fairly personal stuff about memories of
childhood and growing up and painful personal sexual experiences.
Well, he assured me he hadn't done a "capture" of any of THAT stuff so
I should feel my secrets were safe with him. What the hell, that stuff
about the priest was MOSTLY lies...

========

<Sara> Yes, my love... if you'll let me do the honors? I kneel slowly
between your legs as you sit at the keyboard, pushing you back
slightly, to allow me to position myself without hitting my head. My
fingertips on your thighs push your chair backwards, and you slide
back to accomodate me. My fingers grasp your erect member, slowly
working up and down, while my hot breath draws closer and closer to
your gorgeous cock. You can feel the breath from my mouth stirring
your curly brown pubic hairs, and the slight moisture from my breath
making your shaft cool in the night breeze. I touch the tip of your
cock with my tongue, and slowly tease the head of your cock into my
warm, wet mouth. My other hand cups your scrotum and feels the weight
of your balls, tickling you gently as my lips and tongue tease your
head into my mouth. My fingers encircle your shaft, and I stroke you
gently up and down, as your head swells to fit the top of my mouth...
It nestles softly against my tongue as I lick back and forth, up and
down, and as your hands move to the back of my head I move forward,
taking more of your luscious cock into my waiting mouth. I want to
swallow all of it, and slowly bob my head up and down, feeling your
excitement grow as your manhood swells to fill the willing, wet, warm
cavity of my mouth. My hand on your balls tugs slowly at the left nut,
then the right, then holds both gently between the palm and the
fingers until your hands have forced my head down upon your entire
erect shaft, which is pressing itself firmly into the back of my
throat. I moan softly, letting my breath escape along the length of
your cock, and you relax. I squeeze your balls tighter in my palm.

<BOB> O God, keep on doing it... Don't stop!

<SARA> I swirl my tongue around the thick, sensitive, swollen head of
your cock, until it comes to rest just behind the top of your glans,
where I flick my tongue back and forth, until you scream in a frenzy
and stroke your cock against my will into the deepest recesses of my
mouth, my throat. You pull my head off of you, until just the tip is
between my lips, and then stroke it back into my mouth, pulling me
across the head of your cock, the shaft, until my lower lip comes to
rest against your balls. You pull out of my mouth again, I keep my
lips locked on the shaft of your cock, and you feel my tongue stroke
against the shaft, the head, and (as my head comes away from your
cock-head for a second) the tip of your penis until you push yourself
(your hands on the sides of my head) back into my mouth, warm,
waiting, wet, tight... I groan, moan, and struggle to get free but you
hold me so tight. I close my lips on you, trying to get free from your
ravishing cock, I tighten my teeth slowly, until despite the fact that
you want to come inside my mouth SO MUCH you have to let me go... and
I stand up, my drenched cunt pouring beads of woman's juice down the
inside of my thigh. I turn my back to you, grasp your penis between my
thumb and forefinger, and lower myself onto your rock-hard cock. Inch
after inch I slide onto you, taking you deeper and deeper into the
center of me, while you slowly moan and groan behind me. With your
hands on my hips you pull me tight against you, your cock nestled deep
within me... the head of your cock tight against my cervix. I lean
back, sigh, and you take your hands and stroke my breasts. The nipples
become rock-hard with your attention, but your hands move lower,
placing a finger between my glistening, curly-haired pubes as you feel
your prick sliding in and out of me. My clit is under your hand... you
push aside the folds of flesh that veil it and it breathes under your
touch... you stroke it as I move myself up and down on your throbbing
wonderful cock... Your fingers touch me where your cock slides inside
me, And with the feel of your fingers all over me I cannot help but
begin throb uncontrollably

<BOB> I'm ready... are you?

<SARA> Oh, lover, I've been ready for days...

<BOB> Then take my explosion of pleasure as a gift of love

<SARA> I pull off your throbbing cock, turn, and take it into my
mouth. The warm wet splatter of your cum fills my mouth, and I
struggle to swallow it all.

<BOB> Auuuggghhh!!! I came.

<SARA> Sweet, lover. Thank you!

<BOB> Good God, thank you!

<SARA> (Big wet sloppy kiss on the mouth, dribbles of your cum
dropping back into your mouth)

<BOB> My turn, now.

Still gasping for breath after the exquisite convulsions of erotic
pleasure you have given me, I suck hungrily at your cum-filled mouth,
exploring with my tongue, and tasting my own bittersweet cream with
continued aftershocks of pleasure still twitching in my loins. My
hands again find your breasts, dangling in front of me as you lean
over my sweaty, naked body sharing a long, intense kiss. Our tongues
explore, and we suck hungrily at each other's mouths, sometimes
forcefully tongue-fucking each other, sometimes gently and
tantalizingly nibbling at each other's lips. I cup your breasts, just
holding their soft weight in my hands, appreciating the feel of naked
flesh pressed against me.

You pull back from our prolonged kiss, you hair disshevelled and
tossed to one side and we smile at each other. A left-over gob of my
spent cum still hangs from your chin, and your lips are sticky with
the remains of my pleasure. 

"God, you're beautiful," I sigh, looking up into your smiling eyes. I
pull your head down again and lick your chin clean, then start to
explore your lips again, holding your head gently in my hands. We
playfully nibble and bite at each other's lips, and I growl like a
panther luring his mate in heat.

"I want to return the favor," I say, pulling my lips free. I slide my
hands down over your breasts, stopping just long enough to pay a
special visit to your nipples. You suck in your breath as I gently rub
my palms over them, feeling them harden a little. Then I slide my
hands down over your belly, slipping my right hand over your pussy
fur, and my left around your hip to cup your ass-cheek. I scratch your
fur and play with it, pulling it gently.

You press your pussy against my hand, wanting me to go deeper, but I
tantalize you with the lightest of touches just at the top of your wet
slit. You are still leaning over me with your hands on my shoulders,
but you have thrown your head back and closed your eyes as you
concentrate on my hand, teasing closer and closer to  your pleasure
center.

Your breasts are too much for me, swaying erotically in front of my
face, so I sit up a litle straighter and find your left nipple with my
lips. I wrap my lips around your nipple and let it pop out, then I use
my tongue to explore it, pushing it gently up, down, and to either
side. Taking it into my mouth again, I softly humm, transmitting the
low vibrations of my voice directly into the extremely sensitive
nerves surrounding your now-stiff nipple. I hear you moan lightly, and
I leave your left nipple, kissing my way down the side of your breast,
across between your twin mounds, and up onto the right, arriving at
your nipple so  slowly, so imperceptibly, that you feel my breath on
it before my lips even touch it. When I do draw it between my warm
lips, you reward me with a gasp and a light shudder of pleasure. This
time, while I am pleasuring your right breast, I slip my hand a little
lower, and you instinctively spread your legs for me. I cup your pussy
gently, feeling the sticky wetness of your readiness on my fingers.

It's time to make you more comfortable, so I let your hard little
nipple pop out of my mouth and say, "You should lay back on the couch
so I can do this properly, Sara."  

I watch you straighten up, still filled with awe at your erotic
presence, and the sexy attractiveness of your naked body. I follow you
to the couch, and you lean back on your left side, onto a soft cushion
that feels cool against your flushed skin. I lift your right leg and
place it on the couch, leaving your left leg dangling over the edge.
The position opens your pussy to me, and I observe the wetness
covering the folds of your labia. Your breasts sway to one side, and
jiggle pleasantly as you straighten yourself and get comfortable,
knowing what I am about to do.

I see you looking at my spent cock, curving softly out over my balls.
You reach up and touch it, smiling, and cupping cock and balls in your
hand. then your eyes meet mine, and we exchange glances so full of
unbridled lust that the energy is almost overwhelming. 

"Get ready, Sara," I say, "to go for a long, long ride. I'll do the
driving, if you don't mind."  

You smile, and say, "Take me there, Bobby. Let's go!"  

I kneel next to the couch between your splayed legs and slowly caress
your whole body. Starting with both my hands on your pussy fuzz, I
slip them up your belly, just gently touching, not quite tickling,
until I find the twin mounds of your breasts. Fondling and squeezing
for a moment, I elicit a soft moan as the pleasant sensations in your
breasts connect with that mysterious pathway through your brain that
makes your cunt tingle and twinge. My breath plays across your belly
button as I lean forward to fondle your breasts, and my chest presses
against your inner thighs. After a few moments of sensitive attention
to your beautiful breasts, I reach all the way up and caress both your
cheeks, your temples, your ears, and back down your throat. This time,
I pull slowly back, trailing my hands back down over your swollen tits
touching you with just my fingernails... so lightly. You gasp softly
as I cross your ultra-sensitive nipples, then continue down across
your belly. I feel you twitch as the sensation becomes almost - but
not quite ticklish when I reach your softly rounded belly and approach
your dark triangle of fur.

I make several more passes up and down across this special, sensitive
area before leaning back and trailing my fingertips down your legs,
then up again, teasing your soft, white inner thighs with just the
lightest and softest of touches. Soft moans escape your lips as I
continue to tease, heightening your excitement. Running my fingers
back up the inside of your thighs, I converge on your pussy with both
hands. I place both hands on your pussy fur, with my thumbs spread
back against the sides of your wet vulval lips. Without warning I open
my mouth and engulf your entire sloppy wet pussy, sliding my tongue up
between the soft folds until I feel your hard little clit. You yell
and convulse with the surprise, and with a final little tickle, I pull
back. Your breath is coming faster, now, as the teasing and touching
have made you incredibly sensitive. I appreciatively watch your
breasts swaying on your chest as you breathe, waiting for you to calm.

I lower my head again, this time just blowing gently. The coolness of
my breath invades your wetness, giving you little shivers of delight.
Your eyes are closed and your luscious lips are open as you surrender
yourself completely to my pleasuring. I start to lick at your soft,
wet lips, gently, slowly teasing them apart until I can see your
vaginal opening - the place of pleasure where my cock had been
thrusting insistently only a few minutes before. Further teasing, I
lick just above the opening, locating your pleasure knob - your little
clit - and I begin to do some serious licking. I hear groans of
excitement, and glancing up, I see that you have cupped your breasts
in your own hands, giving yourself even more pleasure.

I stop for a second and say, "That's right, Sara, you deserve all the
pleasure you can possibly feel right now. Here we go!" 

I work my tongue back between your slippery folds, exploring your
vaginal opening, then returning to that special place, teasing and
licking sooooo gently, that you hardly notice that I have taken you
over the edge until the familiar twinge deep in the core of your sex
radiates out for the first time. Feeling the first twinges of your
orgasmic response to my loving stimulation, I pick up the tempo, and
you crash into a total-body orgasm, thrashing and screaming, clamping
your thighs around my head and mashing my face into your throbbing
pussy. Your belly convulses and your hips jerk involuntarily, ramming
your pussy up against my face again and again. I lick at your clit a
bit more, my face smeared with your tasty juices, until you beg me to
stop: "Oh God, Stop!  No more!  Ohhhhh!"
 
I let you come down slowly, feeling your belly still jerking under my
hands, until you are relaxed again, gasping for breath, and you
release my head from between your thighs. I let you relax a bit, still
holding you, but not touching your over-sensitive clit. 

"You want to go there again, Sara?" I ask. You only moan in response,
but I feel your belly twitch again, so I prepare to go back to work.

This time, I take my right hand, leaving my left on your belly, and
begin to probe into your well-lubed well of pleasure with my middle
finger. Your appreciative moans encourage me to continue. I try two
fingers, and they slide right in, enveloped in the warm, wet depths of
your still-twitching cunt. Rubbing your soft belly with my left hand,
slowly probing in and out of your cunt with my right, I lower my head
again and open your folds until I relocate your clit. Your breath is
already quickening, and low moans of pleasure boil up from the core of
your sex, assaulted now by both hands and tongue. Your moans turn to
whimpers as I start and stop my movements, giving you plenty of time
to build up the energy for a second burst of pleasure.

Curling my fingers deep inside of your cunt, I find the special place,
the "G-spot" on the upper side of your vagina, and massage it lightly
while my tongue starts to twiddle your clit again. Your whimpers
increase in volume, until I feel your vaginal muscle clamp down on my
fingers, and I know that I have sent you on a second cosmic journey
out of your mind and totally into your body, consuming your
consciousness with utter pleasure. The most incredibly erotic grunts
and groans escape your lovely lips as you thrash and jerk, consumed by
the libidinous pleasure that pulses up from the core of your sex and
convulses every muscle in your sweating, naked body. Your hands grasp
your own breasts, squeezing them in a feedback cycle that adds even
more fuel to the sexual fire raging in your belly. I struggle to
breathe, trapped by your jerking thighs with my face smashed into your
pussy.

I let you calm down slowly again, until your moaning dies slowly away,
and your legs relax. I slowly ease my fingers out of your cunt, amazed
at how wet they are. I sit back, just observing your satiated body
readjusting to a more tranquil life again. Minutes pass, while you
glow in the light aftershocks of the two tremendous explosions of
pleasure you have just experienced. I notice that your eyes are open
again, so I kneel up straight to be able to meet your gaze. Your eyes
are still glazed, your sensibilities still swamped with the overload
of pleasure you have just experienced.

"Oh, Bobby," you whisper, "That was wonderful... I wish your cock had
been inside me for that second one... what a squeezing you would have
gotten!" 

"I felt it, my sweet, and I tasted it. There's almost nothing more
pleasurable to me than giving you pleasure."  

You smile wryly, "And what, as if I can't guess, is more pleasurable
than that?" 

"Taking pleasure in you myself is the only thing I know that beats
it."  

"Come up here and hold me," you ask, "I want to just hold you for a
while."

You arrange yourself on your side with your back against the couch,
and I slither up onto the cushions carefully. As I cuddle in next to
you, I feel the gentle pressure of your breasts on my chest, and you
feel the probing pressure of my rejuvenated cock against your thigh. I
wrap my arms around you, pulling myself against you, and you say,
"Your cock never gives up, does it?"  

"I had too much fun getting you off, I guess," I whisper in your ear. 

"OK, come on in," you respond playfully, lifting your leg slightly,
and allowing my stiff cock to pop between your legs. 

I shift my weight a bit, and feel my uncircumcised cock-head against
the inviting wetness between your legs. With a few wiggles, my cock
instinctively locates its target, and a slight pressure from you pops
the head inside your still-sloppy cunt, rolling back the foreskin.
Cupping your ass-cheeks in my hands, I pull you toward me and drive my
manhood deep into you, until our pubic hair is as intertwined as our
bodies.

Then we lay still for a long time, just feeling the wonderful
sensations of our relaxed coupling. Occasionally my cock twitches,
reminding both of us why it's nestled deep inside your receptive cunt.
Snuggling against me with your soft breasts pressed against my chest,
you whisper, "Just fuck away, Bobby. It's OK with me."  

I begin to stroke slowly in and out, not realizing how excited I
really am until I feel a familiar pulse in my loins after only a dozen
strokes. 

"I'm gonna..." I start to say, but my sentence is interrupted by a
groan of pleasure, as the sweet release rushes through me, and my cock
joyfully blasts a fountain of thick male cream deep into your belly. 

You rock your hips back and forth a little, just to drive me crazy
with pleasure, then, as my pulsing slows and my body relaxes, we fall
asleep in seconds, wrapped in each other's arms with my softening cock
still inside your warm belly.


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