Message-ID: <7463eli$9804021716@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: fortyheavn@aol.com (FortyHeavn) Subject: Finger Love (MF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <1998040110133101.FAA09391@ladder01.news.aol.com> Your comments are elicited and very welcome. Please send them to monstar55@hotmail.com. ===========================Finger Love It was morning now, albeit predawn. But it was past my usual time for rising, and though the space beside him was temptingly warm and comfortable, I hoisted myself out of bed, drew a comb through my sleep-tousled hair, and brushed my teeth. Padding back to the bed I could see that he was still fast asleep, a soft expression spreading over his face. It would have bordered on cruelty to disturb such well-deserved sleep, but...perhaps, just this one time.... He was warm and covered only by a cotton sheet. His left hand was exposed, sort of half-palm up, beside his torso. Under the sheet he was completely naked; I was still wearing the thin, black, French-cut panties that I like to sleep in, and decided to leave them on--for a time. At the moment, it was his hand that had my attention. I pressed my right thumb gently to the center of his palm, softly turning the hand over to expose more of it. He had not yet stirred. So I applied a bit of pressure and began to massage gently, using a circular motion, and both of my thumbs. He sighed peacefully, but did not awake and I tried to imagine the way his dream might have been turning. I laced the fingers of my right hand through hiss, and squeezing tenderly, moved them up and down from fingertip to the V's between each finger. His eyes fluttered open to meet mine. "Good morning," I nearly whispered. The expression in his eyes softened as he realized the source of the tingling sensation in his hand and fingers. And then I pressed my lips to that warm spot in the center of his palm. It felt good, and from that vantage point, his exquisite natural essence could be absorbed into my nostrils. I inhaled deeply and assigned my tongue to the task my fingers had recently abandoned. Flexing, to make it as erect as possible, I began swirling it round and round on his palm as I cradled the hand in both of mine. Slowly then, my tongue traversed its way along each finger, snaking around, moving up and down, causing tiny ripples of sensation to travel up and down the length of his body. I was a little surprised, but delighted, that he hadn’t tried at all to pull the hand away... I'd been watching his face up to that point, but suddenly my eye was distracted by the bulge rising under the sheet. The sight had caused a dull throbbing to commence between my thighs, and I suddenly realized that the crotch of my panties had dampened. I was aching to be filled by his cock, but decided to ignore the need for the moment. His hand was still requiring my attention, so in another instant, I'd taken up where I had left off. I slowly took each finger into my mouth, in turn, and while curling my lips tightly, drew them into my mouth, now two at a time, swirling my tongue over and around, increasing the intensity of sensation for both of us. I imagine he can hear the throbbing emanating from inside me. His right hand was now stroking my hair. I could tell he wanted to hold me, but he sense my need to be the conductor of this symphony, and allowed me to proceed. I was almost delirious with desire, and surely could not wait very much longer. Slowly, I drew the sheet away from his body, noting its cock glistening with moisture. And it had swelled to a size I'd not seen before-- and it too seemed to be pulsating visibly. I straddled his thighs, my breath coming in short gasps now. Slowly, I moved the damp crotch of my panties off to the side, allowing me to sink down softly onto his warm, hard cock. The thrill was almost unbearable, as I could feel each vaginal cell expanding to envelope it in its warm, moist contraction. His eyes were closed now; face changing expression as he gently raised and lowered his hips to meet my movements exactly. I lowered myself to be more parallel to his torso, and to allow my engorged nipples to graze his chest tenderly, before pressing my entire body to his. His arms encircle me as I slid his soft mustache hairs away from his lips and finally....finally close my mouth over his. The tempo of our hip movements increased now, as his tongue stiffened to part my lips. I sucked it deeply into my mouth, desperately seeking to prolong the full contact he’d sought to deny me up to now. We seemed to be breathing as one now, each of us nearly gasping with the pleasure of union somehow different from any we'd experienced up to that point.. We were riding this incredible wave together, not as two separate beings, but as one. We could sense each other’s mutual elation as the crescendo was building to explosion. His eyes sprang open to meet mine as we both sensed the oncoming crest...I gasp ed as the orgasm shook me, and watching my face, he finally reach his. I felt the warm liquid of love spurting into me, as a tear of joy was released from my eye and splashed down on his cheek. "I love you," I manage to whisper into his ear as he kissed the remainder of the tears from my face. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |