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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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In The Dark Room with Kelly (FF)
Anon PIXNIX Author
**
Rita was everything that I could ever have hoped for in a
wife. During the two years that we dated before tying the knot,
she was an alluring sensual creature willing to do anything to
please her man. Our sex life was fulfilling to the point of
exhaustion. There was nothing in the sex department that Rita
wouldn't try, or do! She had the looks, the personality and the
charm. I assumed that after we were married things could only
improve. Boy, was I ever wrong!
The "I do's" hadn't even stopped echoing in the church when I
realized that now she was Mrs. Tom D., things were going to change.
Now that it was official, she didn't feel obliged to keep
her appearances up. She started walking around the house with cold
cream covering her face and curlers in her hair. When I complained
about the rapid decline in our sex life, she calmly stated that she
was fully aware of that fact, but didn't I realize that her
previous behaviour was only a performance to guarantee that I would
marry her. Then she proceeded to recite word for word the current
laws governing the division of assets in the event of a divorce.
Besides, she added, now that we were legally wed, she in no
way was going to continue doing all those 'disgusting' things she
had to endure throughout our engagement.
"Disgusting?"
Let me tell you right now that I am no pervert, nor do I
engage in 'kinky' sex! I don't think that having intercourse twice
a week is asking for too much, nor do I think that the occasional
blow job is out of line either.
We had been married for just over a year when Kelly came to
spend a week at our house. During that year, Rita had kept a
tight rein on my outside activities, giving me no chance to wander
as she put it.
I figured I was a real sucker, and had been screwed royally by
the Queen Bitch herself. I took up photography as a hobby and
pastime, and also a good excuse to be by myself, left alone and in
peace in my dark-room. I also took up the ancient pastime of
jacking off whenever my hormones reminded me of all the action I
was missing.
That was the one area that Rita trusted me. In my dark-room.
I did produce some really good prints, and she accepted the
fact that when I was in my dark-room, I couldn't come out for any
reason without risking accidental exposure of very expensive paper
and chemicals. Therefore she didn't mind the precautionary lock
on the door.
It wasn't the fanciest dark-room to be sure. In reality it
was only part of the laundry room, which was barely six feet by
eight, but when I was in there, it was my undisputed terrain.
About two months ago, Kelly showed up at our door. I had only
met Kelly once before, and that was at the wedding. Kelly and Rita
had been friends since high school. Rita left college after just
one year but Kelly was going for the full three year term.
Kelly had found summer employment in our area and asked Rita
if she could stay with us until she found an apartment for herself.
Rita was quick to agree, and I guess that she figured since Kelly
was her friend that there would be no 'hanky-panky' between Kelly
and I. Well the way that Kelly ignored me for the first few days,
I thought the same thing. But I did have my fantasies though and
every night I shot a load into a wad of tissue thinking about her.
Kelly was not exactly center-fold material but she did have a
set of the biggest tits I'd ever seen. It seemed to be a
contradiction to her slim body. She also had a pretty face with
long straight corn silk hair that fell nearly to her ass. Her ass
was a sight for sore eyes also. It was kind of pear shaped and it
always seemed that she painted her jeans on, that's how tight they
fit those cheeks. Of course I was always careful not to let my
wife see that I had noticed.
On the fourth day of her stay with us she asked me where I
went and disappeared to for three to four hours every night. I
told her I spent them cooped up in the laundry room with my
enlarger and chemicals.
"Oh" she said, "I've always been fascinated with photography,
will you show me?" Rita had never been interested with my hobby so
I was only too willing to show Kelly my dark-room. "There's not
much to see" I explained, "Since most of the stuff is light
sensitive, I have to keep it in light tight cupboards." To my
surprise she asked if she could come in with me one night and see
the whole process. I tried explaining that if she was going to
come in she had better be prepared to spend at least three hours in
this small cramped space since it takes so long to set everything
up and put it away again!
"Oh I don't mind" she replied, "I'd really like to get a first
hand look at this amazing art form." Rita piped up then and told
Kelly that if she wanted to spend three to four hours cramped up in
that little sweat box that she was welcome to it. Kelly then asked
if I would let her come in the next night. I figured what the
hell, and told her to consider herself invited.
Well the next day rolled around and just in case, I asked her
if she was still interested. She replied she was, and that she was
raring to get at it.
"Maybe" she said, "you'll show me how to make a print." Rita
just laughed, thinking that cooped up in that small room for hours
was a big joke, and said, "Well, if you two are going to hibernate
in Tom's hole in the wall, I might as well go to bed." With those
words she said good night and Kelly and I went to my dark room.
One of the advantages of a light tight room is that it is
also virtually sound proof, and a disadvantage is that although I
have a ventilation system set up, it can still get really warm and
stuffy in there. I closed and locked the door behind us and Kelly
boosted herself up on the washing machine, lit a cigarette and
leaned back while I started to set up. It took me the better part
of a half hour before I had all my trays filled and my papers
ready. During this time Kelly and I made small talk about what we
were going to be doing.
I had just loaded my first roll of film and we had to wait for
fifteen minutes while it developed, when Kelly, out of the blue
said, "You were right, it does get hot in here, what do you do to
stop from sweating to death?" I told her I usually stripped down
to my shorts.
Without a seconds hesitation, Kelly started to unbutton her
blouse.
Now you have to understand that in a dark room, you only have
what's called a safe light. That's a dim red bulb, and it's only
on for about half the time. The rest of the time you have to work
by feel in the dark. My problem was that when Kelly started to
undo her blouse the light was on. She looked at me and said,
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" Well hell, you could have
knocked me down with a feather at that point, and I told her the
reason hadn't was because I didn't want her to get the wrong idea.
"Don't be silly", she said. "If that's the way you usually do
it, then do it! Don't change your habits on account of me."
I just kind of stared then, because before I could say
any thing in reply she started to undo her bra. Well that safe
light might not be too bright but it sure was bright enough to let
me see a pair of the most beautiful boobs I had ever seen. Any
ideas I might have had about removing the bulk of my clothes flew
out the window so to speak because I was now sporting a boner that
would have been visible even if the light was off.
"Come on Tom" Kelly said as she started to undo her jeans,
"What are you waiting for?"
She slowly slid her jeans off showing a pair of the tiniest
bikini underwear I'd ever seen, all trimmed with lace. No sides
on them either, just a small band holding together just about
enough material to make up half of a kleenex.
"I'm sorry Kelly" I stammered, "But you've caused me a bit of
a problem." She just laughed and swayed to the reggea beat coming
out of my ghetto-blaster and said, "Oh, does Tommy have a hard on?"
I was glad that the safe light was red because it covered the
sudden blush I had developed.
I said, "Kelly, you shouldn't tease a starving man like this."
Her reply really surprised me. "I'm not teasing Tom. I've liked
you from the start but I know how possessive Rita is, so I've had
to play it cool until we could be alone."
With that said she reached out and pulled me close and pushed
my head right into those luscious tits of hers. I felt my pulse
racing and my cock throbbing as I inhaled her female scent.
Without further words, I started to kiss my way around those
mammoth boobs. I licked those tits up one side and down the other,
every once in a while stopping to nibble on those delicious
cherries. The more I nibbled and sucked on her nipples the more
she groaned. She squeezed my head firmly between those big jugs
and finally pulled me up and kissed me firm and hard on the lips.
Then her tongue snaked out and slithered in my mouth, reaching and
searching.
As we kissed I could feel her hands stroking my back,
squeezing my ass and finally reaching my throbbing prick. She gave
it a tender squeeze and moaned with satisfaction. She started to
undo my shirt as she started to nibble on my ear, and she could
talk so sexy dirty. "I want to feel your naked skin against my
tits" she moaned. "I want your hard cock rubbing against my body!"
With a low animal like growl I pushed her farther back on the
washing machine and tore those flimsy panties right off her.
For a moment I just stared at her neatly trimmed pubic bush,
then I pulled her ass forward and dove in for a taste of her
nectar. Oh, she was hot alright, not only could I smell the
delicious odour of her cunt, but I could also feel the sweet
wetness of her love juices just pouring from her love canal. I
licked and I slurped and I sucked on her clit like a man who had
lived only on bread and water for a year and then offered the
juiciest steak in the world. She tasted heavenly, and as I
continued to eat away at the garden of heavenly delights, I could
hear her moaning become more intense and then she gushed forth
with a barrel of love juice as she exploded in her first climax.
I looked up to see her face basking in radiance with just the
red light on and she pulled me up and proceeded to lick my face
clean, alternating between licking my cheeks and my chin and giving
me deep, deep soul kisses.
When she had my face all clean, and she had regained her
composure, she jumped off of the washing machine and said "Your
turn".
She pulled my pants right off along with my underwear and for
a few moments just stared at my pulsating cock. I swear that it
had never before been so hard. The head was shining with the
hardness, and the vein underneath was beating a rhythm of it own.
She sank down on her knees and ever so gently placed her lips
around the head of my cock and proceeded to suck the cum right out
of me. It had been so long since I had a mouth on my tool that I
started to cum right away. Heavy bursts of cream went flying down
her throat. My knees started to buckle, I was so weak from the
pleasure her mouth had given me, so I slowly sank to the floor
beside her.
I laid down, but Kelly just sat there smiling at me. Then she
started to take that long blonde hair of hers and caress my body
with it. I could feel my body coming to life as those golden
strands tickled me.
"Poor baby" she said, "Rita should treat you better, but then
she never could appreciate a good cock!"
I could feel my cock growing again, and when she saw that,
she just laid herself on top of me and started the heavy kissing
all over again. She ground her crotch into mine and groaned in my
mouth. Then she did something I still can't understand, nor do I
know how she accomplished it, but she just moved her pelvis in just
the right way and the next thing I knew, my cock was planted firmly
and deeply inside her.
She just continued to kiss me as she lay on top of me, and
then she closed her legs real tight and started to fuck me!
We were hardly moving, and Kelly was really doing all the
work, but it felt so good! Her cunt felt like liquid fire, it
was so hot and tight, and I was positive that she was trying to
turn us inside out. Her moans became groans which became screams
that she stifled in my mouth and on my neck. Wave after wave
rushed over her as she exploded into one orgasm after another.
Her hot and juicy cunt were starting to work on me too. My cock
felt like it was being squeezed like grapes for wine. Kelly could
control her cunt muscles that well, then she whispered in my ear
"Together now!" and sure enough she made her muscles pull the cum
right out of me as she whooped in my ear. For myself, all I could
see were stars, the climax was that intense. I could feel my
juices blast out of my cock and splash against her juices and the
combined puddle dripping out of her and onto me.
Kelly and I had spent over two hours fucking each other to
total satisfaction, but we knew we had to call it a night. As she
helped me pack everything up, she told me that she would continue
to act cool towards me whenever Rita was around, but on those
nights when Rita had to work late, we wouldn't have to confine
ourselves to the dark room. She also said that just as soon as
she finds her own place she wants to model nude for me and then we
can go again into the dark room and see what 'develops'!
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