Message-ID: <6807eli$9803101741@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
From: Bookman Archives <readebks@wolfenet.COM>
Subject: RP: Twice Around for Kaja    MF(?), TG
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Reply-To: readebks@wolfenet.COM
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: <350321B9.7FEE@wolfenet.com>


(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The author's name has come detached from this story.  If you are the
author, please contact me.  I like to see writers get credit for their
work.

This story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're too young to
be here, you're too young to read it.  Scram.)

This story owes more than a little to the Anne Rice/Lestat novel Tale
of the Body Thief.  But takes the theme in a decidedly different
direction.

-- 


TWICE AROUND FOR KAJA (Or, New Body Thief Adventures)



    I loll near the edge of the bed, humming, deliciously well fucked
and feeling sinuous and lithe and a little delirious: drunk again, of
course, but drunk with sex, with Kaja and our lovely new toy.  Oh, he
*is* lovely.  I slide my head around enough to look at his muscular
body.  He has a hairy chest, which is more Kaja's taste, but oh it's
blond, he is so completely and beautifully blond, even his pubic hair,
and it sets off his big smooth cock quite nicely.  To look at this
man's skin is to make your mouth water to taste it.  And I think he
looks like Sting, although Kaja told me earlier in the bar that I was
seeing things.  I think he looks a lot like Sting.  Let me see things.
Let there be things, and I will see them, and I'll say they're
skookum.  And his eyes are not too pretty, not too blue, and his mouth
is delectable, so that's all right.  Oh, it's more than all right.

    I'm lightly exhausted, a little light-headed, actually, and so I
relax and close my eyes and listen to the silk sounds of skin sliding
against skin as Kaja kisses down the length of his body and now she
must be delicately licking just around his balls to tease him because
I hear his breathing hitch and change, and I feel an empathetic
clenching in my cunt, and without thinking about it I spread my legs
and feel the warm, sex-drenched air against my (by this point)
slightly swollen but deliciously satisfied bichi.  Ahh, I could do it
again, feel him smoothly and tirelessly pounding his cock into me and
out of me again and again . . . but not just yet.  It's Kaja's turn.

    I keep my eyes closed.  I can hear him beginning to move and moan,
and the soft wet sounds that must be Kaja's mouth engulfing his
marble-hard, velvet- warm cock, and I know it must taste of me, and I
open my legs wider yet against the empathetic rush of moisture inside,
and my clit feels so big, so insistent, almostwhimpering against the
air, but I won't touch, I want to think about it for awhile.

    And as I lie there, listening to the moist murmurings and his soft
wondering sounds of delicious torment, my attention draws down and
coalesces like smoke around my clit, and my mind is filled with it,
bigger than life and twice as horny, firm and slightly swollen and
yearning.  I am dimly aware of thrusting against the air, slow rising
and then the turning of my hips as I fall again, and my clit yanks my
attention back to it, and suddenly I understand that a clit has a
cock-like nature at its straining heart, that these two things begin
the same in the womb, and strive always to be reunited - and I can
feel what it would be like, bigger, longer, hard, twitching with
eagerness to plunge, to be engulfed in the tightness, the wetness -

    My eyes are closed, but now I behold the bodies next to me, I
clearly see his fine rigid cock as Kaja nibbles at its tip with her
lips.  And there in the perfect surreality behind my eyelids I draw
with my will a fire line, a glowing streak like captive lightning,
from the center of my clit to the center of his cock.  I am holding my
breath.  Can it be done?

    "Magic do as you will," I murmur, and TUG on the fire line -

    And my eyes snap open onto the ceiling and I am lying there,
yearning, on my back, and my wild hopes crash to earth.  I glance to
my left to see my lovers 
- and stare stupidly at the wall.

    I swivel my head, raising it up off the bed.  I am lying there,
legs open, seemingly asleep, breathing deeply and evenly - over there.

    I turn my head back, still holding it up, and find Kaja sitting
back on her heels, smiling at me invitingly - she thinks I am
What's-his-name.  I can barely keep from giggling.  I sit up, climb to
my knees, stare down at my stolen body.

    Oh, it's beautiful.  The cock juts out from my body and defies
gravity, so hard and hot: the moisture from Kaja's mouth is
evaporating in the warm, sex- drenched room and I can feel it all over
this impossibly large new clit.  The flesh of the scrotum tightens and
the balls feel tight and heavy and there is nothing in this world that
I want but to pump and pump and relieve this awesome pressure in
spurting, in coming.

    I look up at Kaja and my smile twists What's-his-name's face in
unaccustomed ways.

    "Ready, lady?" I rasp happily - bigger lungs, bigger throat,
bigger mouth, but it sounds like me - and Kaja does a magnificent
naked double-take.  I glance over at my own body lying there asleep,
and she follows my gaze, then looks back at me with wonder and
hilarity fighting for control.

    I break down into laughter and so does she, almost simultaneously.
It's fantastic, ludicrous - a delicious opportunity, and I don't know
where to begin . . .   she leans forward to stare into his face for
signs of me inside.  I don't know what she sees.  Do my expressions
translate accurately in this new face?  I'll ask her .   . . later.  I
reach out with a big hand, peripherally admiring the finely haired,
muscular forearm with the lovely strong veins standing out - I've
always admired that in men - and cup Kaja's chin, gently tilting her
head up and I lean in and kiss her mouth, a harder kiss than I would
give her with my own lips, but as gentle as possible.  I am suddenly
afraid of the strength crouching in this body, that it will get away
from me, unaccustomed to it as I am, that I will hurt her.

    To cover my concerns, maybe to buy a little time, and certainly to
ensure her readiness, I settle Kaja onto her back and dip my head to
breathe warmth over her sex, and tentatively dart What's-his-name's
tongue inside.  A flood of sweet- salt juices greets my inquiry: she
is magnificently wet, already was.  The rush of moisture was only
waiting for an invitation, and now, freed, bathes her entire
beautiful, small, glistening pink pussy, and an ache of longing grips
this cock, my cock, for now at least, and involuntarily I groan.

    "C'mon, lady," she says, an edge of a giggle twining around the
near- moaning quality in her voice, and she spreads her legs wider as
if she can't help it.  I look up, not certain of the meaning.

    "'C'mon'?"

    There is humor in her face, but there is a soft flush of desire,
and she crooks her finger at me, beckoning me up.

    "Come on .  .  ."

    All the encouragement I need.  But there is more.  As I crawl
closer, and hesitate, she reaches out with her slim, small hand and
carefully grips my cock, her fingers firm but yielding -in the back of
my mind I recognize what she is doing, I could never have been on the
receiving end of it before, she is gauging the firmness and guiding
its position, her legs are so wide, her hips angled up to offer a
direct access inside.  Her knees are bent, her little feet in the air,
wet pink pussy with its pouting lips a hungry, open target.

    I know how she feels, from long experience: spread apart and open
and waiting, waiting, to be filled, stuffed full - but this side is so
new, I must take just another moment of the wanting, to savor it, the
cock a thick, fleshy extension of the spine, fine strong muscles in
the back and legs at the ready, and the power, I will admit it, the
power of kneeling there poised over this beautiful woman waiting for
me to fuck her, to drive us both to pleasure . . .

    I would not care to speculate whether it is mercy or pure selfish
lust that finally prompt me to motion.  It doesn't matter.  Both cross
my mind in that moment, so both it must be.  I pull back slightly as I
settle my thighs up against the back of Kaja's suspended ones, and she
releases my cock and reaches both hands down to her pussy, spreading
the lips even wider, eyes glittering at me from near-closed lids.

    I take hold of my cock then, and guide the bulbous, ridged tip to
the mouth of her slit, and then I thrust in.

    I cry out in pleasure and startlement at the incredible tightness
of her, hot and throbbing and encasing my cock in muscular softness,
and she cries out at the hard, hard bigness filling her, stretching
her open, and for a moment we regard each other, me buried to the hilt
in her, both of us reminding ourselves what is happening here.

    Her eyes are wide, nearly glassy.  She pants, "It's really you?"

    I lean forward, resting on my hands over her.  "In the fifth
grade, once," I grin down at her, throbbing inside her, "I told you a
dirty joke and you wouldn't talk to me for two whole days."

    "Oh, come on," she scoffs, "it was only one dayyyahhhhh--!" as I
pull back, back through the slick embrace of her cunt, and slam
forward again, and her eyes slide shut and her mouth open.  I am even
a little deeper in this time than before, if such a thing is possible,
though What's-his-name's cock is just the right length for Kaja, at
its deepest penetration still reaching just shy of her cervix.  I
cannot hurt her.  The idea is almost more exciting than that of being
able to truly fuck her: I can give free rein to this demanding
appendage and not hurt her and not have to worry about hurting her.

    With the shred of self-possession I have left I say, "You have
been taking your pill?"

    She opens her eyes partially, smiles crookedly, her face flushed.
"Nice lady.  Yes.  I've been very good."

    "Good," I growl, still holding still, poised over her, surrounded
and aching to move.  "I want to come inside you.  I wouldn't know when
to pull out if I had to and I'm not sure I could.  Oh, you feel so
good, Kaja . . ."

    "Hush up and fuck me," she whispers, and I obey her.

    Without further teasing or experimentation - I couldn't if I
wanted to, and I don't, I want this, want and want it, and I am having
it now, pumping my rigid rod in and out of her incredible, incredible
encasing cunt which feels as if it's pulling me in, inexorable,
thrumming with heat, open and grasping and so tight, that word fills
my mind, so tight as I lunge and withdraw, lunge and withdraw, in and
out and in .  .  .  she is moaning, her voice which begins light and
almost high is deepening, hoarsening, dropping almost an entire octave
as I fuck her, pumping smoothly, watching her face contorting into a
near-feral grimace, she loves this, I am bringing her sweet pleasure
even as I receive it myself from her.

    My cock is growing even thicker, even bigger, swelling against the
constricting walls, and she feels it, and we both realize that I'm
going to come.  I wanted to make her come first, and I try to slow
down, hold it off, but she reaches around and grips What's-his-name's
taut, straining buttocks, insisting on the fast rhythm, urging me on.

    "You're going to cooome," she croons, "let it happen, let it come
.  .  ."

    A sound to the side attracts our attention for a moment.  There I
am - no, there he is, in my customary body, he would have had to go
somewhere, after all.  There is my face, but I can see quite clearly
even in my delirium of lust that it is not me behind it, and the
expression is foolish, confused, mouth and eyes open wide.  He is
sitting up, staring at us, then looks down between the legs of my own
body at my visibly wet and engorged pussy.  Almost by itself the hand
reaches down to touch the clit, gingerly, as if the fingers might be
burned.  The fingers of my own body's hand look long and elegant as
they begin the rhythm to which they are so accustomed: I feel a twinge
of absurd pride.

    I have taken all this in in the space of a few seconds.  I cannot
spare any more attention.  As one Kaja and I look back at one another,
and her face is triumphant and welcoming and she grips my ass and
pulls me against her so hard I feel I could almost go through her,
over and over, in and in and out and out and I am swelling, and a
massive spasm is beginning in my almost painfully tightened balls and
boiling in my cock and it bursts all at once, leaping, jerking, and I
throw back my head and howl in victory and ecstasy, my eyes squeezed
shut, dark red explosions blooming against the darkness behind the
lids, and I am spurting hot and thick, heartbeat hammering in my cock
as I come and come in the dark, wet clutch of Kaja, straining,
arching, coming, as she wraps her legs around my back, holding tight
to me as I howl and strive.  It seems to go on an impossibly long
time, though I know it's only several seconds really . . . and at last
the wave has broken, the glory of it ebbing slowly, and I bend forward
to rest on my elbows, my head cushioned between her breasts, heart
slamming in my chest, I feel it all through this body, thrumming in my
cock as it begins to lose that marble hardness.

    Dimly I hear Kaja laughing softly in pleasure and wonder, dimly I
hear What's-his-name moaning in my voice as he approaches coming
himself in my body, and a roaring like water rises over me, drowning
out all real sounds, and a spinning, sparkling blackness sweeps over
my eyes, a lost moment of surrender and vertigo.

    I jerk to consciousness in my own proper place in my own native
body, my fingers wildly rubbing my clit - awkward, it's my right hand,
I'm a lefty, but no matter: I am there, I come with violence, legs
trembling, cunt singing and shouting, clit throbbing and thumping with
my pulse, and then gradually the orgasm recedes, stars gleaming behind
my eyes.

    It takes me a few minutes to catch my breath, to come back to
myself, settling easily back into the skin that I have always known.
Faintly I am aware of What's-his-name sputtering incoherently, then
the bedsprings jerk as he gets up from the bed, stomps across the room
to the bathroom, and sulkily slams the door.

    I open my eyes at last to stare into Kaja's.  I know that our
expressions must be identical: we are gloating with the knowledge of
the impossible thing that we have done .  .  .  and over cheating our
lover not once, but twice, of magnificent release.  Well, it isn't
kind, I know, but we certainly aren't going to let him go home till
we've made it up to him, and I say so as I reach for my glass of deep
rich red wine.

    Our laughter rises so high and lasts so long that What's-his-name
in the bathroom turns on the shower to drown us out.

    "What a night," says Kaja, still laughing.

    "Yes," I reply, slowly sitting up, pushing back my tousled hair
from my face, and eye her with knowing greed.  She is still flushed
from fucking, her own long hair a tangled riot of red-gold curls on
her shoulders.  I lean forward to leer, "And *you* haven't even come
yet."

    She smiles at me.  Slowly.

-- 






-- 
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |