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<DISCLAIMER>
miners can't read without those lamp-hats on their heads. feel free to
copy or archive. do whatever you want with it, just don't blame me.
your mileage may vary.

<BACKGROUND>
in the remotest depths of 1991 or 1992 or 1993 -- back when the
worldwide web was just a gleam of spit in the corner of marc
andreesen's pouty little mouth -- i spent lots and lots of time (and
LOTS AND LOTS of money) dialed up to an annoying little bulletin board
somewhere in america's heartland. it was an addiction that i thought
i'd kicked... but sometimes on cold winter nights when my boyfriend is
miles away it comes back.

if you recognize yourself as a combatant in any of these, feel free to
contact me (parasol_60@yahoo.com) but no flames, please, cuz i'm a
delicate frail flower who might not be able to stand it.

Actually, this is a story... not bbs stuff.

<OBLIGATORY WHITESPACE>







I was asleep in bed. The weather had been hot and muggy, not a hint of
a breeze coming in. All the windows were open, all the covers were on
the floor, and I tossed and turned, naked but covered with a sheen of
sweat. My hair stuck to my face and the back of my neck. Something
made me stir... at first I wasn't sure what it was. Then, as I came
awake in the dark, I heard it again. A pebble hit the screen near my
bed. I peered out the window...

There on the grass, outside the window, you were standing. In the
nearby street light I could see you staring up at my second floor
window. Something like eager anticipation filled your face.

Without a word, I padded downstairs. At the door I wondered whether I
ought to have put something on, or whether I should have brushed my
hair, but my head was still full of that sleepy cotton-wool feeling,
so I didn't. I pulled open the door, and there you were. Hot too, I
could tell. Your shirt stuck to your chest, your jeans were tight
across your thighs and your crotch. I could feel your eyes on me,
admiring my tits and the way the glossy coat of sweat made my pubes
glisten in the streetlight. 

You entered the room without a word, and placed your hands on my
shoulders. I stood on tip-toe to kiss your lips, and as your arms went
around me I felt my breasts squeezed against your chest. As your
tongue entered my mouth I raised my leg between yours, lightly
brushing your manhood with my thigh. Your tongue swirled against mine,
making me melt with desire. Your tongue probed my gums, my  teeth,
that small hollow under my tongue, then returned to lick my lips. My
hands sought your shoulders, trying to press myself against you
everywhere I could. Your hands, roaming across my back, kneaded the
knotted muscles of my shoulder-blades, then worked their way across
the small of my back to the top of my ass, where they lay, feeling the
swell where my waist flares out into my hips. (There's a kind of a
"shelf" there, where my hip-bones protrude just a little... I like
your hands there.) Unable to stand it any more, I reached for your
shirt, lifting it up over your head -- although I didn't like the way
I had to pull away from you to get it off. By the time I had it off
you'd already gotten your jeans unbuckled and down around your knees.
I stooped to help you get them off, and couldn't help myself when I
found my mouth on a level with your gorgeous cock. I took it into my
mouth for just a second, and held it there while we wrestled your
pants off over your feet... Finally I rose, and we stood before each
other naked...

I didn't really want to break the silence, and just stood there
staring into your eyes. We held hands, you squeezed mine gently, then
whispered, "Make love to me." 

My heart skipped a beat as I sank to the rug. You straddled me, your
prick held in both hands. My breasts were  ripe and swollen, so you
pulled back the skin over the head of your prick and rubbed it slowly
across my nipples. First the right, then the left (the left is much
more sensitive). The slick wet head of your cock left a tiny ribbon of
juice across my chest, and I reached up and took your cock into my two
hands. I lifted my head, extended my tongue, and teased your swollen
cock into my hot, wet mouth. With a sigh you fell forward in front of
me, positioned so that your hips were right in front of my face. It
took only a moment's thought for me to decide to let you have the ride
of your life, if you felt like fucking my face.

As your hips slowly began to sway I could tell that you did. Your
thick cockhead pushed into my mouth, brushing aside my tongue's futile
attempts to lick it as you felt for the warm embrace of the back of my
throat. I held my breath and locked my lips around your shaft as your
hips began to pump harder, faster, more insistently in and out of my
mouth. I felt your knees resting tight in the hollow beneath my arms,
and brushed my hands upward along your thighs, stroking the taut
muscles along the back of your legs. Both legs were slick from the
sweat of your exertions, as my hands rubbed that sweat into the sparse
hairs that covered your legs, and the thicker, downy coat on the
cheeks of your ass. My long fingernails raked up and down your ass,
each hand trying to grasp hold of your pistoning hips. My left hand
came to rest at the top of the cleft between your cheeks, and slowly
traced the trail of perspiration that dripped from your back and ran
down to the puckered recesses of your asshole. As I slowly grazed that
threshold I felt you tense, then relax again as my hand proceeded to
stroke your balls as they swung wildly beneath your long, thick cock.
I caught them for a second in my palm, squeezed gently, then released
them to slap once again at my lower lip, and at my chin. I could tell
you enjoyed my playing, I could feel the minute variations of pressure
as the rigidity of your cock waxed between my lips. I moaned softly,
wanting you to know how pleased I was with your manhood, with the
pleasure I was giving you, with the slick feel of your thick, veined
cock sliding between my swollen lips. You plunged to the hilt, daring
me to hang on and hold my breath. After long moments with my eyes
closed, savoring the taste of you in my throat, I felt you begin to
sway again, slowly moving yourself back and forth, against my lips,
thrusting sideways between my cheeks, pulling out so that the tip of
your cock once again brushed my upper lips. I opened my eyes and
looked upwards, past your chest to your face, and saw you rapt with
concentration, savoring the slow sway of your hips, the glossy
friction of your glans against my tongue.

By this time my cunt was soaking wet. I ran my own fingers through my
juices and flicked my swollen, throbbing clit a few times, then held
my hands up in front of your face for you to lick and savor the smell.
Something about the musky odor must have touched a nerve, because all
of a sudden you stopped, your cock buried deep in my mouth, and began
to twist yourself around so that your face could reach between my
legs. You were able to turn yourself all the way around without my
mouth losing its grip on your manhood, and you slowly lowered your
face to my waiting pink. Your tongue found my swollen, quivering clit
almost immediately, buried under a fold of skin, and you began to
tease it back and forth, side to side, and to suck it slowly into your
mouth just between your soft, moist lips.

Meanwhile, back in my mouth...Your cock felt different this time, with
the top of its head nestled against the grainy swell of my tongue. I
was a little bit distracted by the attentions you were paying to my
clit... and my cunt-hole too, by now... but struggled to pay attention
to your cock. I rubbed my tongue back and forth across the top of your
head and used my lips to stroke the shaft. I lifted my arms around
your legs and felt your big, hairy balls full of creamy cum-juice. I
cupped them in my hands, jiggling them just slightly, then held them
tight, warm in the palms of my hands. You continued your gently
insistent attentions to my clit as I floated off on a wave of
contentment. I wanted to stay locked like this forever, attached to
you stem and stern.

"Your tongue getting tired?" I asked, mumbling slightly to get the
words out past your thick, swollen cock. 

"Unh unh," you replied, and I loved the way the vibrations from your
throaty answer sent shivers into my body. You locked your lips against
my vagina and slowly sent your tongue inside. I didn't know tongues
could do that, at least not as deep as you seemed to be doing it, and
I sucked your cock deeper into my mouth in response. I started to
moan, and you must have liked it, because you moaned back at me. 

You began to piston your hips against my face, and your cock became
even harder than it had been so far. You'd pull out so that the tip of
your prick was all the way outside my lips -- my tongue tried to
maintain contact and I raised my head slightly to follow you -- then
you'd slam your hips against my face, sending your delicious cock
ramming back between my teeth, across my tongue, against the roof of
my mouth, and into my waiting throat. You pulled out and did it again.
I wasn't sure I could take it, but I knew I wanted nothing else but to
be connected to that wonderful, pulsing, thick hunk of meat and to
make it cum deep inside me any which way you wanted to. You knew it, I
could tell... and I think you liked the idea. Distracted, you stopped
licking my cunt. To tell the truth I was glad, because I was having
trouble concentrating on your cock with that constant pleasure nagging
at the back of my brain. Anyway, I lost track of how many times you
slammed your pulsing cock into my ravished mouth. My tongue continued
its insistent licking as you pulled yourself out, and my hands ...
which had long ago been forced to release your balls... sought your
chest. In the sparse hairs over your your chest I found the tiny buds
of your brown nipples with each hand and grasped them between my
thumbs and forefingers.You moaned again, and the insistent throbbing
of your cock intensified. I wasn't sure how much more my poor mouth
could take, but I knew the end was near when you dug your nails into
the smooth silky flesh at the top of my thighs and started to scream
into my pussy.  

Your cock slowed its insistent pistoning in and out of my mouth and
everything was very still for at least two heartbeats. Then what I had
been waiting for happened. Your balls throbbed once, and a gushing
wave of your slick salty love juice splattered across the back of my
tongue. I gulped it down, ready for more, and slowly sucked on your
throbbing cock as wave after wave of it filled my mouth. I felt like I
swallowed a gallon of your cum, and could feel the taste of it sweet,
slick and salty in every pore of my body. You let your thick but lazy
cock rest
inside my mouth while I sucked the last of your gorgeous spunk from
the tip. I smiled around the corners of my mouth, blowing on your
wilted tool to let the cool air dry your skin. You fell to the floor
beside me. After a few second our eyes met.  

"Did you cum, lover?" I whispered, with a twinkle in my eye.

A few escaping dribbles of your cum ran from the corner of my mouth,
and you raised your fingers lazily to brush them aside. Twisting
myself around to match my position to yours I began kiss you, hard,
savoring every nuance of texture from the light bristle of your face
to the fleshy swell of your lips to the warm strawberry heat of your
tongue against mine. You appeared surprised at the sweet tasted that
your cum had left in my mouth, and your delicious tongue moved to
stroke the inside of my mouth. That sweet warm feeling in my mouth was
all I knew for quite some time, until, as my heart finally slowed to
normal, I became aware of the sweat-slick friction between our
bellies, the glistening drops of perspiration on your shoulders as my
hands stroked your skin. Reluctantly releasing your mouth from mine, I
raised myself up on one shoulder and positioned my left breast in
front of your mouth. The spit from your mouth covered the sensitive
pink nipple, and your hot breath teased it to attention. You held it
tight between your teeth as your tongue roughly teased it back and
forth. Your hands began kneading my other breast, tugging on the
nipple and clenching the flesh, raking the underside with your
fingernails. I plastered my left breast against your face; smothering
your mouth with its soft fleshy roundness for a few seconds. As I
pulled back, your teeth teased the nipple again, then your tongue
began an exploration of the taut hollow of my areole. It came alive
between your lips, as your teeth probed gently against my puckered
goosebumps.

My hands worked their way through the short hairs at the back of your
neck, pulling you closer again while I let out a throaty sigh. As the
breath left my mouth it tousled the hair on top of your head; I pulled
my breasts from your mouth and let your hair stroke and tickle each
breast in turn. 

You worked on my chest with one long, wet, slurping kiss that slid in
circles from one tit to the other then back again. It ended, finally,
in my belly button, which made me giggle, squeal and pull away --
until finally you buried your nose between my legs.

Drooling on my pubes, you licked me from the inside of one thigh to
the other, then planted your lips directly in the center of my crotch,
below my lips, and sent your tongue probing for the source of my sweet
dark womanscent.

The dripping, electric taste of my cunt bathed your tongue. You ran
your tongue upward, across the folds of my lips, across the glossy
ridge of my clit. Another sigh purred from my throat and I dug my long
pointed nails into the skin behind your ears. You teased my clit to
the right, to the left, sucked it between your lips. You opened your
mouth wider, to encompass the folded, winged lips, the complex
reticulations, the glossy metallic sweat and the glistening juice that
sparkled on my hot, raw, pulsating cunt. Your tongue snaked again into
the hollow inside, feeling the throbbing heat. Then stroked forward
and backward, as far down as the darker puckered tightness of my
asshole, then upward to the bushy pubic floss now soaked with my
moisture, with the spit and womansmell sopping from your mouth, with
the sweat that dripped from your forehead and eyelashes. Then back
down, slower this time, savoring every ridge, every ripple, every
quivering quarter-inch of my flesh.

As you crossed or recrossed my clit for the thousandth or millionth
time back and forth, up and down, the rhythm of my breathing subtly
changed. The swelling of my clit under your tongue gradually became
more pronounced, the pounding pulse underneath grew in both speed and
intensity. I became more and more impatient with your swirling tongue,
and thrust upward against your lips and the teeth beneath for more
tactile pressure. I crossed my legs behind your neck, then grabbed
your hands and pulled them up to touch my rock-hard nipples, to stroke
them between your outstretched knuckles, to pinch them between your
thumb and fingers, to work them with your nails.

The purring in my throat kept up, then turned into what sounded like a
cross between your name and a growl as my legs tightened around your
neck. My hands fell over yours, on top of my breasts. I arched my
back, flexed my hips, then helplessly focussed on that central point
of contact between your mouth and my clit, as I let wave after wave of
spasms spread outward, across my belly, my thighs, my tits, my knees,
my shoulders, my calves, my throat, the clenched arches of both feet,
and the short hairs standing up at the base of my skull.

Gradually my muscles relaxed, and I ran my hands through your hair,
and whispered, "Easy, easy, boy..." as your tongue continued gently
stroking my drenched, sopping cunt. My clit slowly retreated beneath
its sheltering sheath of flesh, hidden from the continued attentions
of your loving, yet insatiable tongue.

As our eyes met at last, through the haze of exhaustion, musk, sex and
sweat that surrounded us, we couldn't help smiling. The smiles turned
into two matched fits of giggling laughter as you crawled your way
back up my body and plastered your mouth to mine, savoring the way our
drenched bodies stuck together at thigh, belly and chest. Our legs
entwined, our eyes locked on each other, and we continued laughing,
unable to catch our breath.

============

<POSTSCRIPT -- SR>

Wrote this story for a really serious lover (in real life) long ago.
Sent it to a few online chat-friends (Sam, Bob, Mike) -- told each one
it was written for them. Does that make me a whore? Shit, sue me.

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