Message-ID: <11050eli$9805091557@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11050.txt> From: leanna1@hotmail.com (LeAnna) Subject: {ASS} "Ten" by LeAnna [mff] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.d Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: leanna1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <3554e1e5.63797895@news.msu.edu> [Ten by LeAnna] --- This is adult entertainment. The age of consent to view pornographic materials in the US is 18. Be 18. Otherwise, have yourself a happy joyful time. O yeah, one last thing. NO PLAGIARIZING. This includes reposting without my permission, be it Usenet or WWW. Don't be afraid to e-mail me at leanna1@hotmail.com and ask me. I don't bite (but I nibble). Archive up at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/ --- "Definite ten." "No way! You're shitting me. Look at her -- sure, she's got a nice face, but the legs are waaaaaay too short." "Look at her breasts." I nudged Nick none too gently. "Look at how they jump up, and gently slope down. Perky." He frowned, squinting his eyes, and shifted in the metal bench. "I like them round." "Hers aren't round? No, no, look at this one..." His gaze followed mine, and he whistled appreciatively. "Now, those are round breasts. Perfectly proportionate in all directions. Don't jut out too far in the front. The sides jut out too." I leaned close to Nick, and whispered in a conspirational tone, "Want to know how you can tell if a chick's got breast implants?" His interest piqued, he tore his gaze off of the lady passing by and looked at me. "How?" "The breasts are too round" -- I pointed to the lady -- "just like that." "That's not true," he protested, punching me lightly on the shoulder. I grinned maniacally. "Pamela Anderson." "Like you've seen Pamela Anderson's tits." "Everybody's seen Pamela Anderson's tits. That's not the point here. Breasts are supposed to be sort of triangles." "Yeah, but look at the tits here. Silicone footballs jutting out of the chicks' chests." "And you love it, don't you?" "Nah." He stared off into the distance, squinting his eyes a bit. "I'm not into it, really, the whole fake-chest thing. The girls around here..." "If you don't like fake breasts, why do you like the ones that look fake then?" Caught in his argument, he shrugged. I prodded further. "What kind of tits do you like?" He broke his stare off from the distance and his eyes followed my curves, resting on my own mounds of flesh. I nudged him in the side, giggling. "Stop that, now." He stared unashamedly, a smile teasing the edge of his lips, and he nudged me back, his elbow pushing into the side of my breast none too subtly. I sat closer to him and leaned my head against his shoulder. We fell into a silence and sat for a while, observing passers-by going into the bar one by one. I took a drink of the vodka bottle I held in my hand and passed it to Nick, who took a healthy swig, winced, and passed it back. After a few moments, I spoke up again. "Look at her." He looked. "Too skinny." "Her legs, man. They're longer than I am," I remarked, half-enviously and half-appreciatively. He noticed the jealous tone in my voice and nudged me. "Yours aren't bad, either." I grinned devilishly. "I'm not drunk enough, hon. Back to the subject. The more leg a woman has, the better to ride you with." He nodded in agreement. "True, true. Has anybody ever told you that you think like a man?" "What? Do you mind?" "Not at all, Lee. Not at all." "Good." I slitted my eyes in fake menace, just to let him know his place. Half the vodka bottle was gone now, and I was feeling rather slippery-footed and loose-tongued. I smiled, and lay back against the bench, and we continued watching people disappear into the bar, one by one. The bouncer would give us the evil eye every once in a while, but since we'd bought the bottle in the bar, he didn't say anything. We sat, growing bored and drunk. _She_ walked by in a simple black dress that flowed gracefully around her body, the hem ending right above her knees. Like the woman before her, her legs were achingly long and smooth. My mouth watered. Nick's jaw dropped. Her face was beautiful because it was simple. No makeup, just a speckling of freckles across her ski-jump nose atop her porcelain-pale skin. Soft red hair that shone in the moonlight. Lips that weren't too full or too thin yet still curved and pouted and jutted. Her breasts curved up and sloped down -- the perfect pair of breasts, as I had commented earlier to Nick. He didn't seem to mind that they weren't round, as his eyes were eagerly traveling up and down her figure. Her legs shot up forever and finally met her ass, cheeks tight and yet still round enough to make her dress swish obediently behind her. "My god." The words slipped out in a slurred whisper. I was in awe. Nick looked over at me, and clutched his heart, thumping at it. I nudged and poked him in the side. "Go ahead. Do it." He jumped. "Huh? What?" "Hurry! She's getting away!" "Ma'am! Miss!" Nick called out to her, waving his hand in the air, and she turned to face us. My heart skipped a beat and my pulse pounded in my ears when her gaze rested upon me. She frowned and pointed to herself. "Yes, you, ma'am," Nick called again, motioning her to come over. She jaunted toward us, walking with a spring in her step. I couldn't tear my gaze off of her body. Her stomach was perfect, flat with a slight womanly bulge. "Can I help you people?" Nick nodded, gazing up at her. He smiled gently. And then the dumbest thing popped out of his mouth. "That's a pretty dress." She looked down, self-conscious. "Thank you." "I bet it'd look pretty on the floor next to my bed." Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed, her hand flew out and smacked Nick on the cheek with a resounding POP! I fell over laughing, and she gave me a dirty look, "hmmph"ing right before she turned around and walked away into the bar, her ass wiggling with the most delightful indignation. My laughter echoed off of the streets, and Nick sat there with the most pitiful look he could muster. He couldn't last long with the morose expression, and started laughing along with me. Finally, we eased back into the routine of boredom. "Nick?" "What?" "Do you use that on all the little ladies?" "So what if I do? Next time you try pickin' her up." I giggled and shook my head. "Here." I handed him the bottle. "Loosen up." I let my gaze drift to the street. The night air sounded with the music and general pandemonium of the bar inside. When there was a break in the music the twittering chirp of crickets could be heard, and truth be told, I found the crickets more endearing to me. The air was crisp and fresh, a rarity in the city, and moist with night air. I slipped my feet out of my heels and put it down on the grass, letting the wet, dew-kissed grass slip between my toes and tickle the arch of my foot. I counted the cars as they thundered by. A blue Grand Am. A white Cavalier. A black Corvette. A red Ford pickup. The bottle was almost empty. A covert glance at Nick told me that he was quickly getting drunk, his eyes glassy and his mouth spread wide in a grin. He told me the same of myself, and I only laughed, though the world felt as if it were spinning. He put his hand on my knee, and I shivered as the electricity crackled between us. "Still not drunk enough, dear," I intoned, my voice laced with possibility. "Damn," he intoned, his voice laced with laughter. He slipped his hand up closer to my thighs. "You know, I don't really believe you. I think you want me." "Maybe. Buy me another bottle of this shit, will you?" "With what money? Should I sell my body?" His hand crept closer and closer to my thighs, creeping along as slowly as a snail trudging along a sidewalk on a hot, simmering day. "Well, bother, I mean, don't" -- His fingertip grazed the vertex of my shorts. We sat there, as if nothing were going on, even though strangers passing by would gaze at us curiously. I gave them a slow, easy smile and occasionally shouted out comments to them that usually made them blush and turn away, leaving us to our playing. I relaxed back on the bench, and my retorts to their stares quickly turned into obnoxious comments shouted at the women, who usually started walking faster. A fleeting half-thought came to my mind that I would regret it in the morning, but the thought would usually shoot like a bullet out of the distance before I fully realized it. So I let my obnoxious, dark side take over. "Hey babe! Nice ass!" "Look at 'em tits juggle, boy!" "Wouldn't I love those legs wrapped around me!" My voice was becoming gravelly, and I'd forget a letter or a word here and slur a few letters together there. Only one woman didn't start walking faster in eagerness to escape our scathing comments. The redhead. Instead, she turned to stare at us, her eyebrows furrowing in anger. I giggled and Nick slid his fingers underneath the hem of my shorts. She stared for a few moments, her eyes slitted, and then walked slowly and deliberately to us. Her eyes were flashing. She stood there for a few moments, and there was a small crowd gathering, hooting and hollering. "Get 'em, lady!" "Kick ass!" "Show that bastard!" Her hand shot out... And slapped Nick squarely on the cheek. His eyes widened in surprise as a matching welt started to develop opposite the one she'd given him earlier. "You just can't get enough, can you, you sick pervert?" I stood up. "Hey miss, leave 'im alone! It was me that said 'I'd love them legs wrapped around me'." She looked at me only then, her stare deep and piercing. Her furrowed brow eased and her eyes relaxed. She looked back and forth at us, her head snapping side to side in confusion, and finally, her gaze rested upon mine. I could feel my cheeks turning red as I stood before her like a dog with its tail between its legs. Finally, her scowl turned into a relaxed thin-lipped expression, and slowly developed into a smile. She started to chuckle, then snicker, and then bellow out her raucous laughter. I was silent with surprise, and then my own guilty expression started to loosen into a smile, and I laughed along with her. Nick gazed up at us, his hand on his cheek, looking at us as if we had suddenly gone insane. A smile played on the edge of his lip, dancing for a moment before he joined us in our laughter. Her eyes bore into my own. They were a piercing shade of green, so much different from the softness of her skin and features and hair. I felt myself falling into her gaze, and tried to slow my descent with little success. Her voice lowered and she moved closer to me. "So you like my legs, huh?" I blushed, embarrassment hitting me with the sudden speed of a train. I expected a slap at any moment. "Yes. I do." "What did you say you'd like to see them do?" My guard started to slip down a bit, but I still kept my hands at my side, twitching with nervousness. "Wrap around my thighs, ma'am." She laughed, her head tilting back with the breezy sound. "Is that all?" I hesitated, feeling very much like a little boy who'd been caught with a Playboy. Only I was a woman, so very close to another woman. I could feel her breath caressing my face as she exhaled. Smelled wonderful - she hadn't eaten in a bit, so it didn't smell over-minted or spicy. Natural. There was a hint of perfume lingering about her, and it drifted over to me in tiny little waves. My breathing quickened. "No, ma'am, that's not all." "What else would you like to do to me?" All menace was gone from her expression, and her eyes smoldered. My guard let loose completely and clattered to the ground with a resounding bang. "Lick and suck you until you scream, ma'am." "Denise. I'm not ma'am, I'm Denise. Who are you?" "Lee." She leaned close to me, and I could smell her coconut perfume strongly now. Her lips grazed mine gently, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation. The kiss deepened, and she pressed her body closer to mine. I could feel the curves I'd so admired earlier touching mine. Her lips were soft and sweet, and pressed urgently against mine. Her mouth opened a tiny bit, and my tongue slowly moved between the crack. Finally, we parted, and I opened my eyes to see her green eyes looking back at mine. Her breath was hot and quick. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, and when she glanced down at my chest, I knew mine were also. I tore my gaze hesitatingly from her to Nick. His eyes were as round as saucers as he stared at us intently, and his lips were slightly parted. I could tell he was breathing hard. Denise put her hand on my waist, and I grinned at him before returning my attention to Denise. "Lee." "Denise." "I'll forgive you for that comment on one condition." I grinned evilly. "What condition is that?" "That you come with me. You and your" - she gestured to Nick - "companion. To my apartment." All trace of feeling like a guilty puppy faded away. She wanted me. Nothing to be guilty about. When I shot a quick glance at Nick, I could see the same thoughts that coursed through my mind course through his. Her fingers squeezed on my waist. I couldn't refuse. Her arm wrapped around my waist, and I beckoned Nick to follow. He looked at me a little suspiciously, wondering if another slap would come pummeling at him, but after some contemplation as to tonight's activities, he leapt up eagerly and trailed behind us like a puppy anxious for his treat. A few minutes and a bumpy car ride later, we arrived at her apartment. We thundered up three flights of stairs. Denise panted, "I don't get enough exercise." "Get an elevator." "We can get there quicker if we run," she replied with a grin. We reached the landing for her floor, and as we walked toward her apartment, she looked at Nick. "You okay?" He smiled at her. "I'll live." He rubbed his cheeks, gesturing to her his red welts. She snickered. "If you can live through what me and Denise are going to do to you, you can live through anything." Her voice was teasing and made me shiver with its sexual annotations. The low, throaty tone made me moisten significantly. The lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing a classy apartment that was tastefully furnished. White, shimmering curtains hung over the sliding door that led to the balcony. An entertainment system to be envied, with a large screen television and speakers that reached to my thighs in height. There was a desk with a small laptop situated in the middle of it, and to the left of the desk was a small, black leather loveseat. A bar that had a champagne bottle with an unfinished glass lingering on it separated the kitchen from the living room. She led us to her bedroom, giving an obligatory tour on the way, pointing toward the bathroom and talking a mile a minute about her apartment. "It's real small, but I'm living by myself, so it does the job for me. Besides, it is rather cozy in here. Thick walls, too. I hardly ever get bothered by the neighbors." "Or bother the neighbors," Nick mused in a tone so low it was almost as if it wasn't meant for her to hear. She looked at him again, and he grinned at her. His face seemed to beam with sunshine every time she focused her attention on me. I nudged him, and his eyes shot to me. I winked, and he took opportunity to slap Denise lightly on her ass. I giggled. "Hey Denise, we better teach him a lesson. Seems that he's getting too fond of my girl." "Yup," she muttered absently, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. She opened the bedroom door. Inside of this room was a huge king-sized bed with a bedspread ornamented with roses and sprigs. A bedside table was off to the side of it. A large, plush, black leather armchair sat by it, tilted toward the bed. Denise headed straight for the bedside table, rummaging through it and murmuring to herself. I stood awkwardly, and Nick patted me on the bottom, his fingers caressing the inward curve of my cheeks. I jumped in surprise, and winked at him. Finally, Denise found what she wanted, and held it out proudly. Rope. Handcuffs. Denise and me slowly directed our menacing gazes to Nick, who started backing away. "Me? No, not... No!" "Let's do it," I whispered to Denise, nudging her. She sauntered up to him, and I moved my hand quickly to his cock that was bulging through his jeans. I moved behind him, gripping hold of the bulge in his jeans, feeling it for a moment before I undid the zipper and slipped my hand in to meet his hot, hard skin. Denise started to kiss him, the wet sounds of their osculating echoing through the air. She slipped the handcuffs to me, him unaware of what was going on. I pulled his hand back to my breast and he obediently started to massage the flesh and tease my hard nipple. He moved his other arm awkwardly back to feel my other breast, his elbow's joint cracking with protest. Denise caught my eye over his shoulder, and I nodded. She slapped the cuffs over his wrists and clicked them shut. He jerked his hands apart against the metal reflexively, and I stood back to admire my handiwork. I moved to the front of his body, and Denise stood behind me, her hands reaching around to run along my stomach and cup my breasts. Her fingers rubbed and tweaked and tugged my nipple, and I arched my chest into her hands in response. I slowly got to my knees and Denise descended with me. I leaned forward to lick the bulging head of his cock, my fingers playing with his testes. One of Denise's hands strayed to my pussy, popping open the button and pulling down the zipper of my shorts. I took his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue about it. He groaned and tilted his head back. His eyes were shut with concentration. "Now." Denise whispered into my ear, and I nodded, understanding. She handed me one of her pieces of rope, and slowly, silently moved away from me and stood behind him, bending to her knees, ready to catch the rope. With the speed of a cat, I wound the rope around his ankles as tightly as I could. He stumbled, shouting protest, and Denise jumped up to catch him around the waist, her hand forming a fist around the base of his cock. I lifted him up by the feet, and she carried him by the waist. We dragged him over to the armchair and propped him up in it. My, it did look comfortable. My, did he look uncomfortable. His cock stood straight out from his pants like a flagpole. The head of his penis was an angry scarlet. If I didn't know better, I'd say that being tied up turned him on. "What are you ladies planning on doing?" His expression had melted from angry to devilish. We didn't answer. Denise turned to me and I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her close for a deep kiss. Her lips were warm and inviting. Her tongue was wet and slippery as they worked between my lips. I ached for her, and my hands slipped down to cup her breasts. They were every bit as firm and imposing as I'd dreamt them to be. I squeezed the nipples experimentally, and she deepened the kiss, her mound pressing against me. We worked our way to the bed and fell on it, kissing and touching and feeling. We rolled over again and again, back and forth, kissing. Finally, we landed with myself on top and her on the bottom. She let her hand stray to my groin and undid the zipper. She slipped her fingers into the band of my panties and my skin jumped at the cool touch. She giggled and scrunched down, pushing up my shirt and pulling down my shorts. I squirmed, helping her take them off, and kicked them off to the other side of the room. They landed on Nick's right armrest, and I giggled, pulling my shirt up and tossing it over to him too. I could see his cock surging with excitement, jumping and bobbing comically. His expression was somewhere between ecstasy and pain. Her mouth found my stomach and I groaned, writhing beneath her hot lips. I wove my hands into her silky hair and watched her kiss and nibble my belly, working closer and closer to the gold. Her lips traveled downward. With every millimeter, my excitement soared. Sweat appeared on my face in tiny droplets. My body was on fire and she was closer and closer to quenching the flames. Her tongue traveled along my hairless mound. Tease. Lick. Tickle. She nibbled my thighs. I tilted my head back, my mouth wide open in a moan, eyes squeezed shut. My clit! She sucked it gently, with a maddening rhythm, and her finger suddenly went deep inside me. She tilted me higher and higher. Finally, when she took my clit between her teeth and nibbled, I couldn't handle it anymore and screamed my pleasure out loud, pulling her tightly to me, gasping and grunting as my body shook with orgasm. Finally, my limbs relaxed, one by one, and I let out a trailing moan as if bidding my orgasm farewell. Her head popped up and she grinned broadly. "Did you like that?" Her voice was low and sexy. "God, yes." We sat there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. Finally, I turned my head to Nick. Poor guy! Precum was running down his angry red cock in rivulets, and he was thrusting it in empty air. It throbbed and pulsed constantly. Denise followed my gaze and laughed when she saw him. "Please! I can't take much more!" His face was desperate. I gave Denise a sly grin, and sat up, pulling her dress up over her head. She put her arms around me to unsnap my bra while I tugged at her panties. She wriggled out of them obediently, and her bra soon followed the growing pile of clothes. Both completely nude, we got up off of the bed and stood proudly before Nick. His cock jumped. I went around the back of the armchair and gripped him just below the shoulders, pulling him up by his armpits while Denise pulled up his legs. We dropped him down onto the bed. "Will you take off my handcuffs?" "Mmmm. No. But we'll undo your leg binds." Denise's voice was low and teasing. I undid the buttons of his shirt, and ran my hand along his muscular skin, whistling appreciatively. Denise undid the rope around his leg, and I put a pillow underneath his head to make him more comfortable. I dropped my head down to Nick's ear and whispered, "Are you about to come?" He nodded. "Hmmm." I mounted him, my legs spread just below his cock. His cock surged again. I touched the tip of my clit to the base of his cock, reveling in the warm skin. Denise moved past me and sat on his face towards me, her ass positioned over his eyes, and he promptly opened his mouth and started to lick her. I moved my clit against his cock a few times before lifting up my body and setting it down on him. "Oh, god," I whispered wetly. "Feels so... mmmm... big and hard..." "Oh god," Denise moaned. "Work that tongue, baby." I worked up and down his cock, shivering and moaning every time he bottomed out in my pussy. I felt so full and satiated. He felt delicious inside me. I gave a tiny gasp, feeling his rigid cock as he thrust it. He moaned into Denise's pussy, and Denise tilted her head back as she rode his face. He thrust his hips up harder, faster, slamming into me with all the strength he had, until he exploded with a groan and a hard thrust. He came and came and came. I felt it shoot inside me and I felt my pussy grow slipperier with his cum. I squirmed with pleasure and kept riding him, pushing my hips back and forth, until I was pushed over the edge again. The fall wasn't as long and hard this time, but I still shouted and groaned, my orgasm stretching on forever. "BITE MY CLIT!" Denise squealed, her hips undulating rapidly on him. "Oh, god, yes, harder! I'm going to come!" A guttural groan rose up from her throat and let loose, and her body shaking as she bucked faster on him. I was bucking on him, too, his cock thrusting in and out, and I could only imagine the strength we were sapping out of the poor guy, both sitting on him. I tilted my head back and moaned, my hands reaching out to caress her nipples. She still bucked back and forth on him, her delicate face beaded with sweat, and I could tell she was close to another orgasm. My hand dropped down to her clit and I massaged it, back and forth, up and down, around and around. Nick's tongue was going crazy, brushing against me occasionally. I could hear the suction of his lips on her clit and sense the flickering and nibbling that was driving her insane. "Oh, my god, I'm COMING!" her moans were even louder now, and she was bucking on him so hard that his neck would probably hurt in the morning. His cock twitched inside me, jumping with every thrust she made. I felt her clit tremble against my finger as I instigated another orgasm from Denise. She groaned and bit her lip, her body stiffening. She shook her head from side to side, eyes clenched tight in orgasm, and from deep within her throat, squeals of pleasure escaped. Finally, she collapsed, her muscles relaxing. I leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, and we kissed for a while. I let her taste the tinge of her cum that remained on my tongue. Finally, we got up off of Nick and undid his handcuffs. He pulled his arms apart, and I collapsed in the crook of one arm, snuggling against his body, exhausted. Denise did the same, and we slipped off into a deep, satisfied sleep, holding each other. --- "I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult." -- Rita Rudner -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>