Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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> From: Mad Dog Literata <literata@cyberramp.net> Subject: STORY: Turning Point Okay, here's the scene... Imagine sitting close together on the couch in the living room; the lights are down low, maybe some candles are burning. Seductive music is playing in the background, we're sharing a couple of bottles of wine... On the floor in front of us, our wives fuck. Your hand has fallen surreptitiously to my thigh. I haven't made any response to it, but I think I know what it is that you want. (Earlier that evening at the swingers' club, you seemed to be game for a lot more than you'd allowed us to think.) My wife looks up at me as she sucks on your lover's nipples; she's seen your hand, and disengages herself, leaning back. Now both women are looking at us as they play with each other; mine is smiling, her head tilted slightly. The message is clear; she wants to see if I will respond, and she's letting me know what she wants... My response: I stand up, take you by your hands, pull you up, off of the sofa. I'm quivering slightly, and not because it's cold. We undress each other slowly. The shirts come off, our bodies move closer together until our chests meet; our lips meet, and our tongues and groins grind against each other's. We're both rock hard by this point. Now we finish undressing; in no time at all, we're nude; our cocks are pointing at each other, quivering, ready for action. The women are now watching us intently; your wife is starting to rub herself. I push you down on the back of the sofa, put my hands between your thighs, spread your legs wide open. I grab you hard at the base, pumping you. Maybe you're slicked up -- your cock glistens in the darkness. The movement of my hand gripping your cock is smooth, rhythymic, hard. My other hand is cupping your balls; I can feel their heat. While I pump you, I look up in your eyes; I'm hoping to see pure lust in them; it's what you see in mine. What I'm aiming for is to catch your peak, bring you to the edge and hold you there, and then let you down for the next run. I do this to you three or four times -- your cock is throbbing, and now glistening with come -- before finally leading you down onto the floor. You lie down, and I spread your legs open, but this time, it's not my hand encircling your cock: My fingers grab your tight ass, and my I slowly, teasingly, seductively lower my O-shaped lips down on your penis. And I begin to suck you... I start off lightly -- it's the first time I've ever tasted this -- but I know the tempo you want, because I want it too, I move my head up and down over your cock, letting you fuck my mouth, because I know how good it feels. What I didn't know was how good it is to have a warm, pulsing cock in my mouth. By now, our wives are going at each other again, almost frantically, locked in a position where they can both observe us; it's the first time they've witnessed this in person, and it's driving them wild... You've been up and down the peak too many times tonight, and you don't want to hold it; your stiff cock begins to ram past my lips, and my tongue, and is deep-throating me when you begin to come. Your hands pull my head tightly against you; I'm forced to take your whole cock in my mouth as your orgasm erupts, and in the instant that you come, our eyes meet again. Your body is spent -- for the time being, at least -- and we're both hot and sweating, when you realize that it's your turn... -- Story Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> (Not pretty yet)