Message-ID: <14807eli$9808281713@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14807.txt> From: apuleius@poboxes.com (Apuleius of Madaura) Subject: RP: In Your Mouth and Mine by Tammy Ng (MF cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: apuleius@poboxes.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: <35ec69ca.3642710@news.labyrinth.net.au> In Your Mouth and Mine By Tammy Ng Dear Deidre, I am shocked, _shocked_ to hear that you are so knowlegable about men and anal stimulation. Not that you know so much, no. No, that you've held out on me for so long, that's the shocking thing. I'm sure you're right, though. The faintest little scratch with my fingernail gets him moaning. Maybe sometime right after I've broken one I'll file it all the way down and then suprise him with a little greased lightning. If he likes it I'll try your vibe suggestion. I'll tread lightly in the past if you do, sister. Your boyfriend was quite familiar with blowjobs, if I recall correctly. When I walked in on you a week before, it was my bed he was leaning back on, while you gave it to him mouthwise. I didn't say a word except to ask you to change my sheets for me, that night before we went to sleep. What I saw in that second was a big part of my fantasy life until I screwed up the courage to take my own guy in the mouth. I had had my hands around his cock before then, but to see you kneeling in front of him, his cock all wet maybe halfway down... I think I saw just one full stroke, one bob of your head down onto his tool and back, before I stepped back and shut the door again. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door and sat down on the toilet, shaking. Had I really seen you taking all that in? Had I really heard a little gurgle of pleasure slip from your throat? I thought about it over and over. I thought about it as I slipped my panties down around my ankles. I thought about it as I lifted my skirt. As I started to touch myself I thought that you were the luckiest girl on earth, because at that moment down the hall from me, you had a cock sliding almost down your throat and you were soon going to be tasting him like I had never dared to dream of. I put my juice on my lips and ran my finger around my half open mouth, wishing I was smelling a cock under my nose. I wanted my mouth to stretch like yours around a man's shaft. Most of all I wanted him to come in my mouth, to taste him suddenly. I licked two fingers and slid them over my clit, spreading my lips with my other hand. One finger on each side, hood pulling back a bit each time I stroked myself, wet, so wet, imagining a cock in my mouth. I imagined you two kissing, standing, and you stroking the fabric of his jeans. You fumble with the zipper while your tongues dance, put your hand inside and squeeze him through his briefs. He undoes his belt and his jeans fall to the floor, you slide your hand under the elastic and work the briefs off him. His cock pops out and you take it in your hand. You stop kissing long enough to wet your hand, especially your thumb and index finger. You go back to kissing him, but now you're pumping his cock with your wet hand, wet tight circle of thumb and finger. Maybe he steps back and sits on the edge of my bed and pulls you down to kneel between his legs, and presses your head onto his cock. Maybe you push him back, and he lands on my bed suprised, because today a handful of cum just won't satisfy you. The second possibility makes me hotter, my pussy twitches each time I imagine the first stroke of your head down his cock, his strangled moan. You stop and look up at him and put you finger to your lips, and then the sign for quiet dissolves as you lick your finger and slide it down the split in his cock head, down over the sensitive folds of skin beneath, and then take him again in your mouth. Up and down, sucking and licking, catch your breath and then take him again, hurrying now, you don't want to miss the moment he explodes in you. Circling my clit with two fingers, faster and faster, I thought about your boy friend coming in your mouth over and over until I came, sitting there on the toilet, down the hall from my sister and her boyfriend making love. >From then on, I always got really wet thinking about it, what I saw in that instant, it was what I thought about most often when I wanted to come. I fantasized that I actually saw him coming in your mouth, saw the white semen slipping out around your lips as you continued to slide down his shaft after he came, the flow of it filling your mouth. I fantasized that he saw me at the door and invited me in to finish him, and that you had to stand there watching while I brought him to a tremendous climax, and I got to feel the rush of cum down my throat. Such are the dreams of little girls too scared to do it yet themselves, so envious of their sisters who have crossed over farther into womanhood. I know that knowing this probably doesn't make you feel any better about that double date. But would I tell you this if what I said wasn't true? I had his cock in my hand, yes. You don't know how much I wanted to go down on him, even after he called me by your name, and I knew that in the dark I had unzipped the wrong fly. I've got to take a big breath before I write this, and I don't know if you'll ever understand why its so important to me. The thing that got to me the most, that day, was your hair. Was it hot that day, did he think it was cute, did you? You had your hair up in pigtails as you sucked him. FUCKING PIGTAILS! You looked like a little girl, like you had never even had your first period! Like you were younger than I was, and you had a man in your mouth already! I'm crying. I hope you're happy. Bitch. Crying all over the Internet because of you giving your boyfriend a blowjob with your hair up in pigtails. Well, enough of true confessions. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's later and I reread what I wrote and I'll let it stand. Just so there's nothing between us. I still love you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just to stay on topic, as they say, I like my boyfriend in the face as much as he'll give it to me. I like to take him real slow, wrap my hands around him, suck his cock head as tight as I can. Lick him like a lollipop, let him watch my tongue move around. I love that first little taste of him. He's usually fucking my mouth pretty hard when I notice it, I'm concentrating on staying with his rhythm. not getting choked, not letting him slip away. I breath and its there. Pretty soon it'll be stronger. Now its just the slightest salty taste, like the taste of an ocean breeze. Sometimes I can go to the beach, face out to sea and breathe deep, and suddenly get so wet, because the ocean reminds me of his taste. It's that first little taste that makes me get into sucking him like crazy. I wish I could come from blowing him, then. But its rewarding enough to take his climax bye and bye, when he fills me up and my mouth overflows. Some I swallow, some dribbles away, sliding over my chin and down my neck, between my boobs. Sometimes he paints my lips with it, and I sit panting, tongue going round and round in a circle, following his cock. At least, that's how it was this morning. -- +----------------' 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>