Message-ID: <11221eli$9805121347@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11221.txt> From: M <malott@ozemail.com.au> Subject: my first story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: malott@ozemail.com.au 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: <35586CBC.55FF@ozemail.com.au> ------------------------------------ "One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name." Thomas O Mordaunt (1730-1809) ------------------------------------ One of my favourite fantasies is helping a woman adjust the seam in her stockings. This is how it panned out one day! (The seamed stocking part was intended, the rest, well...) I like to think of the feel of the sheer fabric in my hands as I caress her legs, lightly at first; tracing the seams and the shapes of her muscles with my fingers. Gradually, the pressure of my hands increases; smoothing, pulling and pushing the silky fabric against her smooth skin; massaging her calves before moving slowly upwards to her thighs. By this time I am becoming very aware of her crotch, not six inches from my face. It seems to radiate a heat, almost like an aroma, that draws me forward. Pressing my forehead against her buttocks I bury my nose in the gusset of her panties; breathing in the warmth/aroma. My hands, now slowly caressing the insides of her thighs, start to grip more firmly on their down strokes; as if to part those hidden lips and let forth more warmth, more heady scent. Finally, almost forgetting my job, I look down from my position and ensure the seams are vertical. Finished, I take my reward. Lowering my head further I lick, nuzzle and nip my way up the inside of each thigh; leaving a cooling trail of saliva on the stockings. Contorted into an almost painful position I try to wipe my face into her crotch; grabbing at her panties with my lips, trying to pull them down (or aside) without pulling on any pubes. Success! Her puffed and moistly parted lips are beckoning above me. Twisting around further I brush my nose between those lips; breathing deeply of the fragrance. Next, my lips grasping hers in an embrace, my tongue slides along and between those wonderful morsels of woman; tasting her most secret and desirable juices. Groaning, she widens her stance and grips my hair; pulling me into her, mashing my face against her crotch. "Ooh," she moans "this is going to be a gusher." Rolling over now, so I'm on my knees, face up and leaning over backwards; I hardly miss a beat. Once in position I start to pick up speed, my lips pulling at her flaps whilst my tongue alternates between stroking her clit and plunging deep into her slick chasm. Suddenly she tenses, gripping me to her with a wrench that almost knocks us over. With a low growl, gradually rising in pitch, she starts cumming. With her hands now on her knees, supporting her, my head falls free. Just in time to see her lips splay wide and I can see, briefly, deep inside her before her contractions close that lustful portal. Also not before I saw the impending flood, as I caught a glimpse of a warm, wet and watery place; and I was below that water. Slowly at first, almost shyly, her juices began to seep from between her lips; now seemingly closed and quiescent. This they were not as I found out when I once again sent forth my tongue to forage in that heavenly grove. Carefully positioned, so that as my mouth enclosed entirely her swollen vulva, my tongue first contacted her trembling lips like a spark of electricity. With a grunt, her lips spasmed open, dumping a wet gush of cum in my hungry mouth. Swirling my tongue about in her creamy mess, rubbing my upper lip and nose into her pubic bone; I was in heaven - and so was she! I could feel her trembling thighs with my ears as I continued to lick and suck at every precious drop. Now, she was weakly pushing at my forehead with one hand whilst still using the other for support. As I kept at her, wanting to feel those vaginal muscles clench around my tongue, her pushes became more frantic; without increasing in strength. With her thighs now clamping against my ears I couldn't hear her urgency; not clearly anyway. I just thought she was 'overcum' and I didn't want to miss out on my bit of pleasure. (Greedy, huh!) All the warnings were there, I just missed them, or chose to ignore them. Anyway, I could tell she was weakening; she no longer pushed me away, so I renewed my oral assault. I could tell she was getting close, her legs parted again and her vulva puffed out more provocatively. Burying my face deeper inside her I began long tongue strokes from the very rear of her opening, down deep inside her then out and up to her clitoris; where I'd finish with a swirl and a suck. In between this I would 'french kiss' her slit; mouthing her vulva and sending my tongue slithering into her depths or sucking her lips into my mouth one at a time and/or both together. It was whilst I had her firmly in my mouth that she began to shudder and, once again, push feebly at my head. Seizing my opportunity, I lifted my hands to her groin, spreading her wide open before me. Mouth wide, I clamped onto her pulsing flesh, my tongue probing her depths; waiting for liquid nectar. "No" she moaned, but I was not to be denied. Sucking and licking with all that was in me, I felt her go over. My tongue, so frantic in its motions a moment ago, slackened and gloried in the wet, warm pulsations that engulfed it. Still greedily suckling at her hole, my mouth was rewarded with its second gush of fluid. Not wanting to miss a drop, my tongue now joined in the action, shoveling the remaining essence into my greedy mouth. To busy in my bliss, I failed to notice the unusual slackness in her legs; a wateriness that was unusual. "Oooohh, nnnoooo!" she groaned, a deep quiver in her voice, as her knees sagged and her body dropped six inches; mashing her sopping hole further onto my face. Intending to quickly finish and extricate myself to a more comfortable position, I was delivering the last few sucks and strokes when a strong burst of warmth gushed into my mouth; forcing its way down my throat. Surprised, my first reaction was to keep sucking at this incredible load of cum. Gulping it down in mouthfuls I dimly realized that this couldn't be cum, not this much. It was warmer, saltier and gushed out with more force than any bloke I'd known or seen, let alone any woman! Oh, but it felt divine! It was so warm; it sprayed down hard against my tongue, massaging it and into my throat, forcing me to swallow it; and still some ran warm and wet down my chin, onto my chest and shoulders. I couldn't believe it, but I gulped at every drop; sucking for more when the stream ran dry, licking at her depths for every precious trace of that heady draught. Collapsing slowly beneath her I looked up past her glistening, gaping hole into her eyes. She was as embarrassed/turned on/freaked out by what had just happened as I was. -- +----------------' 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>