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Jasmine 1: A Wedding Night
Jasmine's Wedding Night
put together by
TheShadow
Jasmine and Aladdin had arrived at the palace her father had given to
them as a wedding present. After they enter and the door to the outside closed
they embraced each other...
Their mouth met in mutual hunger. She needed no coaxing to part her
lips; the slide of his tongue was an erotic delight that made her senses spin.
He rested his quivering hands on her shoulders. She was so soft and
sleek. He shifted his head to scan her entire body. She lifted her chin to
meet the appreciative gaze of her brown eyes. His hand deserted her shoulder
to trace lightly over her cheeks and parted lips, causing them both to
tremble. His finger leisurely trailed over her nose, around her alluring eyes,
and poised on her dainty chin. His hand was like an explorer, one who not only
mapped out territory, but claimed it as wel l.
Jasmine was content to stand mesmerized by him, to allow him free
reign over her body and will. She felt like a rose petal floating peacefully
on an azure see. Finally, her hands went upward to caress his chest. As her
flattened palms moved o ver his muscled flesh, she was aware of the thudding
of his heart.
Aladdin's head lowered ever so slowly and his mouth deftly covered
hers, their tongues touching and teasing. Jasmine was ecstatic, Aladdin was
what she wanted and needed; and he was here with her. She felt so comfortable
with him. She felt al ive and happy. She felt wild and wonderful.
His hands eased to her full firm breasts, each capturing and
tantalizing a firm mound. There was no need for embarrassment or shyness or
resistance. They were married; they were in love; they could do anything which
pleased them.
Aladdin felt her nipples harden under his palms. Shivers, like
lightning, raced through her body as he kneaded her amazingly sensitive
nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His hands squeezed the pleading
mounds and sweetly tormented the thrusting peaks.
His head bent forward as his probing tongue touched hers; they savored
the taste of each other.
Jasmine's hands roved the hard, smooth body before her. They played
over the taut, sinewy muscles across his chest and lining his shoulders. They
roamed over and around his slim, flat stomach. Her fingertips playfully grazed
his hips, then wa ndered to examine his firm buttocks. His actions were
stealing her senses and control.
Gently he traced the outline of her spine down to its base, then he
softly felt the shape of her buttocks. Crushing her against his body so that
he could feel his mounting excitement, he slowly pushed his hand underneath
her silk pants and sh e felt his hand on the naked flesh below her panties,
then he slid his hand under the delicate lace. Jasmine was shaking, she wanted
him with an intensity that was unbelievable, her knees were trembling and she
didn't think she could stand much longe r. She felt him har
d against her as his fingers caressed her quivering buttocks and firmly pulled
her against him. With an effort, Aladdin pulled himself away, gave a great
sigh of anticipation, lifted Jasmine into his arms and carried her up the
stairs into the master bedroom. He set her down and then closed the door.
Aladdin came to her and with slow precision, his mouth took her's in a
devouring, passionate kiss that swept away all her inhibitions. Responding
with the fullness of a woman, Jasmine slipped her arms around his neck and
hugged him nearer. They were separated only by the thinness of their clothes,
Aladdin began to move restlessly against her welcoming softness. The firmness
of her breasts wreaked havoc on his already inflamed senses, and his desire
was stretched to the limits and she m oaned low in her th
roat. Tenderly, he drew away and with gentle fingers he slid her top down,
revealing the swells of her breasts. "You're so lovely," he said almost
reverently as he traced an erotic pattern on the exposed flesh. Desire coursed
through her at his delib erately teasing touch and she moved closer to him,
wanting more.
Aladdin closed his fingers over her rounded, soft breasts. Jasmine
groaned as she felt his callused palm cup her sensitive flesh. The erotic
sound shocked her; knowing that it had come from her own throat shocked her
more. The play of his war m, knowing hands as he massaged the softness of her
breasts lit fires of need within her, and when he bent to suckle at her
nipples, she gasped at the sensations he aroused. Her breath stopped as his
hot, moist breath scorched her flesh. Her eyes cl osed helplessly; he
r head thrashed from side to side in tortured longing. She wanted him with a
fierceness that shocked her...
Aladdin drew Jasmine down to the soft cushions that made up their bed
with him. Slipping her top from her slim shoulders he tossed it carelessly
aside and gathered her into his arms. The fire that had been smoldering inside
him burst into fla me as he moved over her and his mouth found hers in a
breath stealing exchange. At the thrust of his hard thighs against her pliant
flesh, Jasmine surged upwards wanting-no needing more and she writhed
feverishly beneath him. "Easy love," Aladdin mum mer softly as he lo
wered his head to her breast and pressed heated kisses to the taut brown
nipples. Starbursts of passion soared through her as he teased each one in
turn, and she held his head to her, savoring the joy of his caress.
Jasmine could feel that hard strength of him pressed to her thigh, and
with a tentative hand she reached out to touch him, wanting to give him the
same pleasure he was giving her. Slowly, cautiously, her fingers explored that
most intimate pa rt of him. Aladdin pressed his hand over hers and rotated his
hips against her. Jasmine's fingers measured the width and length and strength
of him, alternately squeezing and stroking until he gasped and reached down
and pulled it away from him, hold ing it tightly for
an instant before lifting it to his mouth and pressing a heated kiss to her
knuckles.
"Much more of that and you'll unman me," he groaned. He kissed her
gently. " I want you Jasmine. More than I've wanted any other woman." His
sweet confession made her sprits soar! He wanted her and he had called her a
woman. " I want you too, " she spoke the words for the first time hesitantly.
Her sweet confession was all the encouragement he needed. Moving
quickly, he stripped off his own clothes and then turned back to her. With
patient hands, he unfastened her bottom and panties and, with help from
Jasmine, slid it from her body .
"You're perfect," he whispered.
His eyes taking in her silken breasts, her smooth stomach, and the
slender length of her legs. While Jasmine watched him in wide-eyed
anticipation, he slowly bent to kiss her. At the touch of his lips on hers,
she sighed in total abandon an d looped her arms around his neck, pulling him
down. The touch of his chest felt wonderful against her bare breasts, and she
rubbed sinuously against him.
When his hand sought the satin smoothness of her bare stomach his lips
claimed her again and his hand dipped even lower. Jasmine arched in passionate
response as he explored the tight center of her womanhood, and when he began
skillful caress es, creating within her body sensations that caused her to
writhed in ecstasy. His magical, stimulating touch brought her to a peak
again and again until she was begging to be released from his sensual torment.
"Aladdin," she panted, her eyes glazed with passion. "Please-I-need-"
Aladdin knew that she was ready for him but he fought against taking
her just yet. She was an innocent, a virgin and he wanted to teach her about
the ways of love.
With gentle pressure, he increased the tempo of his stroking as he
captured her lips in a quick, devastating kiss.
"Now my sweet. I'll please you now."
Trailing kisses down her throat, he paused briefly to savor the pulse
beating wildly there and then moved lower to continue his erotic foray at the
tempting mounds of her breasts. She felt a shaft of liquid fire shoot along
her veins as he su ckled her quivering nipples, and whimpered when at last his
mouth left her breasts to forge a moist trail across her flat belly to the
curling triangle of hair below. He pressed a hard, hot kiss to the soft mound;
Jasmine felt the shock clear down to her toes. Her eyes
fluttered open. They widened at seeing his head nestling cozily between her
slender, parted thighs.
"Aladdin, no!" she protested raggedly as he pressed torrid kisses to
the dampened heat of her. Her fingers tugged sharply on his hair. "Aladdin!"
He lifted his head at the frantic plea in her voice. Unable to help
herself, she moved her hips in silent protest at the cessation of the fiery
torment of his lips on the most secret, shameful part of her. At her
involuntary movement his eyes narrowed with passion. His breath caught in a
harsh sigh.
"You taste so good-like honey and spice," he muttered gutturally as he
placed his head back between her thighs.
"Oh yes! Yes," Jasmine cried.
Grasping his head, she clung to him as his lips and tongue worked
their wonders on her willing flesh. The feelings he aroused were spiraling out
of control, and she bucked so wildly that Aladdin had to hold her hips down so
that he could cont inue to pleasure her
Jasmine sought and found the ultimate pleasure in a burst of rainbow
glory that left her weak and satisfied. Eyes closed, she rested and savored
the beauty of the joy he had just given her. Aladdin knew he'd satisfied her,
but now wanted to i ntroduce her to real love.
His lips again claimed her's in a fierce, savage possession. Jasmine
gasped and shuddered into his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips; the
notion both shocked and excited her unbearably. His hand went back down and
started to stroke t he center of her passion again as his lips reclaimed her
breasts.
Aladdin began to caress her again, this time with more daring. She
had thought the passion within her had been satisfied, but his bold aggressive
touch awoke more exciting feelings. Reveling in his lovemaking, she gave
herself up to him with out question, parting her legs for his questing
caresses. Raking her hands through his hair, she pulled him to her, but this
time she was the aggressor as she kissed him provocatively, breaking his
determination to go slowly with her. As she eagerly came to him, Aladdi
n could no longer hold back.
Moving over her, he covered her body in that most intimate of
positions. Jasmine could feel that hardness of his manhood probing at her
sensitive flesh and she wriggled invitingly beneath him. She was feverish with
desire for him and she want ed to know the fullness of his love.
Boldly Jasmine reached out to touch him. She was velvet and fire, and
Aladdin was lost when she reached out to guide him to her. Slipping his hands
beneath her buttocks, he lifted her hips and pressed his entry, moving easily
so as not to fri ghten her. Jasmine gasped at the pain of accepting him and
though she wanted to please him, she couldn't help but tense against the alien
intrusion.
Aladdin groaned his intense pleasure as he slid deeply within her
tight, silken sheath, but he soon realized that she was not sharing his
ecstasy.
"Jasmine-I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Aladdin pressed heated kisses against her throat, hoping to rekindle
the desire she'd been experiencing before he'd entered her.
"Try to relax, it'll get better, I promise," he said soothingly,
caressing her gently.
He was aching to take her, but he knew he had to wait until she was
ready or risk destroying the joy between them for all time. With great effort,
he held himself in check and continued to stroke her with tender but
provocative intent.
"I'll be fine, " she said throatly, making an effort to physically
relax. "It's just all so new to me and you're so big."
Jasmine blushed as she realized what she'd just blurted out. Aladdin
chuckled at her naive observation.
"Thank you," and he bent to kiss her softly.
"I hope I please you."
"You do, you do."
She hugged her arms about his neck and passionately lifted her lips to
his. Rotating her hips experimentally, she was surprised to find that the
discomfort had passed and was replaced by a tingling sense of fullness. Her
small movement was al l the invitation that Aladdin needed and, at last, he
gave his passion full reign.
"Move with me sweet," he said and pacing himself, he trust into her,
delving into the molten silken core of her womanly depths.
Offering him the very essence of her love, Jasmine met him tentatively
at first and then eagerly as his driving hips branded her as his own for all
time. Her hips undulated in the age-old, instinctive rhythm that made him
gasp, moving faster and faster.
To Jasmine's surprise, she felt a stirring of desire again and she
matched his rhythm, intent on returning the pleasure he had given her and
wanting the fire of ecstasy he had given her before.
The sensation of her body swallowing him only to free him and swallow
him again was exquisite. She clutched him tighter, calling his name. His
ridged self-control dissolved as her body responded to him, welcoming his deep
thrusts. Jasmine car essed his back and slipped her hands lower to explore his
lean buttocks and hard, driving hips.
Her own excitement grew frenzied and she writhed beneath him, wanting
and needing more. She wrapped he legs around him, holding him more closely,
and moving with him as one. when his hands moved under her buttocks to lift
her so she could acc ept him more deeply, she gasped at the sensation he
aroused.
Again her body was engulfed in ecstasy as the waves of intense
pleasure washed over her, and she clasped him to her, clinging to his strength
and worshipping his body with hers. Knowing he'd pleased her again, Aladdin
gave himself up to overw helming passion that possessed him. With final
frantic thrusts, he emptied himself with in her. Embedded inside her, he
rested.
They lay unmoving, catching their breaths. After a while Aladdin
rolled to his side and Jasmine curled against his moist body. His arm
encircled her and drew her close. When his labored breathing slowed and
eventually returned to normal, he moved to press a kiss on her damp forehead.
His fingers lazily stroked her back and arm and she cuddled against him. They
lay thus for a lengthy time.
Later, he began to press light kisses on her hair, his fingers
trailing up and down her spine. They were utterly relaxed; yet their desires
were growing anew. Aladdin's hands gently cupped Jasmine's firm buttocks and
pulled her hips snugly ag ainst his. One hand drifted up her side to capture
and tantalize her breasts, running a finger round and round them. Then her
rolled her to her back, replacing his hand with his lips.
Jasmine closed her eyes and savored the stimulation of her unbridled
senses. He stirred and tempted her until she reached down for his head and
drew his mouth to hers. Ravenously she meshed her lips to his. Her hands roved
his body from head to thigh and, when one hand captured his rigid manhood, she
stroked its warm, smooth surface. Aladdin groaned and twisted his hips to give
her more freedom to pleasure him.
His mouth greedily sought the points on her breasts, encompassing and
stimulating each one in turn. As if he wanted to sample every inch of her
delectable body, his exploring tongue roamed the willing territory that his
hands traveled. His mo uth roamed her silky skin until it glistened with his
loving moisture. Every so often his lips would find a special place, causing
her to writhe and moan in exquisite pleasure. He would linger there until she
pleaded for mercy.
To give such rapture was intoxicating. It inspired a heady feeling of
power in him. Suddenly she joined his tempting game. Hundreds of tiny kisses
flickered over his body, stirring his senses to a higher levels of arousal.
His respiration bec ame labored and uneven. Though passion glazed eyes Aladdin
watched Jasmine ecstatically torment his throbbing shaft. The tension mounted
until he squirmed on the bed. Undeniably, her hands and lips were as skilled
at giving pleasure as his!
He pushed her to her back and lifted her legs. Gluing his ravenous
attention to an enticing sight that threaten to steal his control, he
delivered several more kisses to her inner thighs, then locked his lips to the
quivering peak that pleade d for relief. Then he reached out with his tongue,
making it into a point, darted and darted it again at the tiny organ.
Sometimes sucking it with his mouth, sometimes just licking it with a light,
flicking touch taking long loving tastes.
"Please," she whimpered in great need to end sweet agony he was
causing her.
Finding her ready to accept him, he laid atop her, and gently slid his
hard maleness into her receptive body, creating a sensation of bliss which
almost erupted into a blazing, all-consuming fire.
Jasmine's body arched upward, taking his entire length. As he moved
with care and experience, she matched her rhythm to his.
Each time he entered, Jasmine's womanhood locked around him, almost
refusing to release him for another blissful plunge. Pressing his weight to
her breast, Aladdin fused his mouth to hers, he pounded his groin against
hers. He worked swiftly and deliberately, guiding her over the point of no
return, then quickly followed. Their spasms blended together as each reveled
in the staggering explosion of passion.
The world receded for a time as Aladdin and Jasmine came together to
blend bodies and spirits as ecstasy assailed and consumed them. Their bodies
blended time and time again until every blissful spasm ceased and they were
enveloped in the war mth of contentment and sated senses.
Aladdin's lips brushed over Jasmine's mouth several times. he kissed
the tip of her nose and each closed eye. He trailed kisses over her cheeks and
brows. He whispered words of love and satisfaction into her ears. They lay
entwined on the bed , silently and lovingly holding each other, savoring their
triumphant joining...
They kissed and embraced tenderly as slumber claimed their exhausted
bodies.
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Subject: Jasmine 2: The Next Day
From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
Date: 28 Feb 1997 08:23:37 -0500
The THC Adult Text Archive: JASM02.TXT (259 lines)
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Jasmine 2: The Next Day (1/1)
Jasmine 2: The Next Day
put together by
TheShadow
At the first blush of morning light, Aladdin came awake. He smiled at
the sight of Jasmine sleeping so peacefully next to him. He had never known
that the art of lovemaking could be so completely and totally satisfying. The
night he had just passed with Jasmine had been more exciting and more
beautiful than anything he'd ever experienced before. Now, as he watched her
sleep, he remembered the feel of her bucking, silken hips beneath him, and
his body roused, ready to once again to taste her loving delights.
Delicious sensations coursed over Jasmine's flesh; excitement throbbed
deep inside her belly. A warm suckling tugged on her breasts, and she moaned
softly, moving restlessly in response to the growing turmoil within. The heat
of strong hands smoothed over her satiny skin until every part of her body
quivered with arousal. Instinctively she parted her thighs, seeking the
rapturous joining that would release her from this torment.
A drowsy awareness told her that this was no dream. Her arms were
wrapped around a male form, her fingers identifying each familiar contour of
his body. A rush of emotion flooded her. Mindless with need, Jasmine lifted
her hips to him, catchi ng her breath as his rigid heat plunged into her
liquid depths. The magic of the moment swept her into a world of pure
sensation, the feelings swirling and soaring inside her until they shattered
into dazzling ecstasy.
Two figures lay entwined on a field of soft cushions in the soft light
of early morning. Aladdin and Jasmine touched each other softly and whispered
endearments to one another.
"You are so lovely," Aladdin said, drawing back to stare down at her.
With a single finger, he traced teasing patterns over her nipples
where his kisses had left her skin damp, and she moaned low in her
throat at his play.
"Aladdin, please, love me," Jasmine begged, wanting to feel his
welcoming weight upon her.
Aladdin gave a low answering chuckle and pulled her fully against
him. Jasmine moved restlessly as his every arousing touch drove her
closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
Rolling Jasmine on her back, Aladdin trailed passionate kisses along
her throat and then dipped lower to claim her breasts. Drawing each throbbing
peak into his mouth in turn and suckling gently until she cried out in
pleasure. Tossing feveri shly beneath him, Jasmine wrapped her legs around his
hips, straining ever nearer as his mouth continued its play and she arched to
him in uncontrollable ecstasy when he moved lower to explore her womanhood.
Her climax was shattering, pulsing through her in waves of rapture
that left her pliant to his will. Aladdin didn't want her to be a mere
recipient of his passion; he wanted Jasmine to share his excitement. Fitting
himself to her intimately, he rubbed his hips sensuously against hers, wanting
her to feel the passion in him.
"Jasmine."
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him with open adoration.
"Love me, Jasmine," he murmured thickly and kissed her again.
A contentment had stolen over Jasmine, yet at the insistent feel of
his arousal pressed to her, something elemental and wanton stirred to life
within her. She wanted to satisfy him as perfectly as he had pleased her.
Jasmine reached down to c aress him with knowing hands and then urged him over
onto his back. She explored him hungrily with greedy kisses, searching and
finding his most erotic zones and teasing him to the peak again and again
without the completion his body craved.
Moving lower, her lips sought the hardness of his desire and she took
it into her warm, wet mouth. She suckled on it as he had to her nipples.
Jasmine only had just begun when Aladdin suddenly grabbed her by the
shoulders and pulled her up to him.
"I only wanted to please you," she told him sensuously. "Didn't you
like it?"
With guttural growl, he kissed her fiercely, and Jasmine once again
reached down for him, guiding him to her hungry flesh. Raising her hips she
slid the magnificent length of him, enveloping his heat and hardness in one
smooth stroke. At the feeling of him deep inside of her, Jasmine lost all
semblance of restraint.
"Aladdin!" she cried out as her body climaxed convulsively.
At the feel of her unbridled passions, he began to move, thrusting
forcefully into her as she pulsed around him, her muscles contracting in
rhythm with his possession. As her first peak subsided, Aladdin rolled her to
her back with out leavin g her and again drove forcefully into her softness.
Jasmine reveled in his taking of command and wrapping her limbs around him,
she held him close as he thrust against her.
The erotic rhythm of his thrusts drove all conscious thought from her
mind. Jasmine abandoned herself to the purity of pleasure, clinging
deliriously to him. Her body seemed to glow with an intense heat. Eyes
closed, she heard the rasp of her husband's breath, felt the heavy thud of
his heartbeat against her breasts. The need pulsed inside her gathered force
until it encompassed every part of her. And when the white-hot explosion
came, Jasmine cried out its cleansing release. At some dim level of
awareness , she felt the shudder of Aladdin's body as he emptied his seed
inside her.
Clasped together, they drifted in the ebbing ripples of spent passion.
Jasmine was drowsily concious of a mellow peace that she felt. Her face was
buried in the moist scent of his neck and she felt the heaviness of him atop
her.
Her lashes lifted and she looked up to see him studying her tenderly.
Aladdin raised a hand to her cheek, caressing her with infinite gentleness
before trailing his fingertips downward, tracing first the fragility of her
jaw and then the silk en contour of her shoulder.
"This is heaven," he murmured, "and I'd love to stay here
forever...kissing you...touching you. You're gorgeous, you know," he told her
seriously.
"Thank you." Jasmine moved languidly under his assessing gaze.
Cupping a breast, he ran his thumb over the peak until it hardened. Smiling
at his accomplishment, he bent to place a soft kiss on the tender nub.
"And so sensuous..."
Jasmine squirmed as his lips demanded and got a renewed response from her
sated body.
Do you like this?" Aladdin murmured as he bit softly at the silken, brown-
tipped mound. "Oh, yes," she gasped as his manipulations both shocked and
stimulated her. "And this?"
Jasmine moaned in exquisite agony as Aladdin showed her new ways he
could arouse her. When his body began to throb with the need to take
her again, he forced himself to draw away, even though he knew she was
alive with desire for him. "Enough," he smiled, his eyes alight with
the knowledge that she was such an apt pupil at learning the art of
love.
"Enough?" Jasmine was breathless from the sudden wildfire he had
created within her and amazed that her need for him was becoming more
powerful after each such encounter.
"Don't you remember that we promised to have breakfast with your
father? We had better getting going before he comes to look for us,"
Aladdin teased, unable to resist kissing her once more.
"You mean we can't stay here like this forever?"
"Oh, how I wish." He stood and turned to help her. When they both were
on their feet he cupped his hands under her buttocks and pressed her
hard against him. "If only we had a some more time..."
"Let's make time," she suggested.
Knowing that she could never get enough of him...knowing that, no
matter what he said, his body was ready for her, Jasmine rubbed
sinuously against him.
"Jasmine," he began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss.
And Aladdin was lost. Bracing himself against a wall, he lifted her
legs about his waist and positioned her to accept him. Jasmine was thrilled
that she'd managed to distract him from his purpose, and she gave a throaty,
victorious laugh as s he thrust forward, enveloping the hard, pulsing length
of him.
No longer caring about the time or place, they mated in ecstasy, their
kisses fiery exchanges that left them enthralled. They climaxed together,
holding tightly to each other, as the whirlpool of their love swirled them
away to forgetfulness and back.
With a groan that had nothing to do with passion, Aladdin half-fell,
half-sat onto a chair.
"I don't think I was ever that fast before in my entire life...I feel
so weak, I may never walk again," he told her humorously as he held her, still
inside her, on his lap.
Jasmine's eyes were aglow with her love for him. "I'm not worried
about you walking..." She let the sentence hang for a moment, before laughing
lightly at Aladdin's amazement.
"You're insatiable," he accused happily.
"Aren't you glad?" she returned, enjoying the feeling of being held on
his lap while she was still a part of his body.
He answered her with a tender kiss that told her all she needed to know.
"I guess we do have to get up, don't we?'
"Now, I'm the one who doesn't want to move again..."
"Come on, Aladdin. I'm sure you don't want to keep my father waiting,"
she said as she slowly got up from his lap. "I'm going to take a
bath." With that, Jasmine went into a room off the bedroom.
Aladdin followed her into the room and found a circular pool set into
the floor. Warm water flowed the wall and into the pool.
Jasmine steeped down into the pool, delighted to find it only waist
deep. She didn't wash her hair, as it would take too long to dry, but
she scrubbed her body from face to toes.
Aladdin observed her and his body alerted him to his rising desire.
She smiled dreamily as she labored. When her eyes landed on him, they
reflected her own desire. He hunkered down beside the pool and watched her as
overwhelming passion cours ed through them both.
He joined Jasmine in the pool and took the piece of soap from her hand
and began to slowly and enticingly bathe her. Jasmine did the same for him.
His lathered hands slipped over her breasts, kneading the nipples between his
thumb and forefin ger. Her hands moved with slippery pleasure over his chest
and shoulders. His head bent forward as his probing tongue touched hers; they
savored the taste of each other.
Aladdin's squeezed the pleading mounds and sweetly tormented the
thrusting peaks. His hands slid around her back and grasped her buttocks. As
he fondled them, he pressed her snugly against his hardness. Aladdin caught
Jasmine's shoulders and pulled them beneath the surface to rinse away the
soap. After he raised her upper torso above the water's surface, his tongue
circled her nipple and inflamed her senses.
Aladdin's hand's teased down her sides, over her hips and parted to go
in separate directions. One hand caressed her buttocks as the other moved
between her thighs to gently stroke the straining peak there.
He could feel the tension and throbbing within that pleasure point. As
he lavished warm moisture and delight on her nipples, his finger entered the
softness of her womanhood. He moved expertly until her head thrashed wildly
with mounting desi re.
Jasmine's hands roved the smooth body before her. They played over the
muscles across his chest and lining his shoulders. They roamed over and around
his slim, flat stomach. Her fingertips playfully grazed his hips, then
wandered to examine h is firm buttocks. His actions were stealing her senses
and control. Her hands shifted to weave through his groin area. She caressed
the two round knobs beneath his blood engorged shaft. Her hands ran up and
down its length. It was so smooth and firm, so full of skill a
nd need.
Aladdin was starving for her. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of
the pool. Their eyes met; she comprehended his sensual intention. She smiled
and tingled with anticipation. He pushed her down onto the carpeted floor.
Jasmine inhaled dee ply to control the building suspense and her eagerness.
She closed her eyes and allowed him free rein over her body and senses.
Aladdin's gaze locked on her womanhood, its appeal calling out to him.
He visually explored her most private area. His hand reached out to gently
stimulate the tiny mound. He smiled when she trembled at his stirring touch. A
finger eased with in her secret recess to find it moist and eager. Heady power
and pleasure surged through him.
His other hand wandered up and down her silky thighs. He was
fascinated by the beauty of his stimulation. He passed his tongue over his
lips, and his manhood pulsed in response. His finger moved upward to make
blissful contact her lower peak, and he carefully massaged it until her hips
undulated and she moaned unceasingly. His head bent forward and his tongue
replaced his finger. He teased the extremely sensitive peak with his teeth,
giving her exquisite pleasure.
Jasmine groaned and her head thrashed against the carpet. Tension
built within her. She wanted to relax, but couldn't. Her stomach muscles
tightened in almost painful anticipation. Her peak throbbed and pulsed as
Aladdin continued his erotic attack on her mindless senses.
Aladdin's tongue flicked and circled, sometimes slowly, sometime
swiftly. His finger slipped within her body. Together it worked with his
tongue to bring her to the point of torturously sweet rapture. She cried out
his name and arched her hip s upward as the spasms rocked her body. Aladdin
increased his endeavors to give her supreme pleasure. As soon as she settled,
he climbed out of the water and hovered over her. Then he captured her lips
and entered her slippery haven.
His self-control was sorely tested. He was surprised when she rapidly
responded to him, as if insatiable. He thrust gingerly until she arched and
matched his pattern. Aladdin didn't have to labor hard or long. He sensed her
urgency and increa sed his pace.
His mouth went from nipple to nipple as he drove into her body and
retreated rhythmically. Another explosion of rapture assailed Jasmine. She
clung to her love tightly and fiercely. Aladdin cast aside any control he had
left and emptied himse lf into her.
"I love you Aladdin," she sighed, her body aching from his hungry
claiming.
"You're perfect, my love," he whispered. "I'll never stop wanting
you..."
They both enjoyed the feeling of their bodies touching each other and
the feel of the beating of their hearts slow from the frenzy that they had
reached.
"Aladdin?" Her voice was a soft purr as her hands caressed his chest.
"Yes?" The mood was so tranquil that he didn't want to even think
about breaking it.
"We have to go," Jasmine told him regretfully.
"I know, my love," he said sympathetically. "How I wish we could stay
like this forever."
They both reluctantly stood up and quickly dried each other off.
Aladdin watched as Jasmine moved about the bedroom retrieving her discarded
clothes. He drew a deep breath and tried to focus his attention on something
besides the view she was presenting him everytime she bent over to get an
article of clothing. He quickly put on his clothes before he let the
temptations she was innocently offering excite him again.
"How long do we have to stay at this breakfast?" Jasmine asked as she
smoothed out a few wrinkles in her clothes.
"I don't care what you father expects, but I want to be their for only
an hour and then we will have the rest of the day for each other," Aladdin
closed by giving Jasmine a gentle kiss.
Aladdin and Jasmine then walked hand-in-hand out of the bedroom.
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Garters and Lace: Jasmine
Jasmine stood on the balcony in the moonlight admiring the stars.
Dressed in a gem embroidered bustier and a hip hugging skirt, her
hair long and flowing freely, tickling the small of her back. Her
skirts whispered against her slim ankles with each movement. She
glanced one last time at the moon, a soft sigh escaped her
lips. "If only I could freeze this moment," she sighed. The sound
of activity below interrupted her musings.
(soft knock on the door)
"Yes?" She knew that it was time to entertain. "The guests have
arrived. I'm to accompany you to his highness suite." Jasmine was
nervous, she has entertained countless VIP's and attended endless
parties, but she couldn't calm herself. She never entertained a
Prince. Jasmine inhaled deeply, then opened the door to bid the
servant entrance. "You are so beautiful," he exclaimed. "His
highness will be thrilled." She managed a smile, then followed
the servant down the long corridor. Her footsteps were muffled on
the marble floor by her soft satin slippers.
Jasmine adjusted the veil so it could obscure her face. She knew
it would add to the mystery, since imagination leads to desire.
They entered a large room, candles were position in various
locations, she assumed to create a particular image. The servant
bowed low, as customary to his master. "Your highness, she has
arrived." Jasmine's gazed searched the sea of faces for the one
who requested her presence. Her quick glance around the room
revealed nothing. There were five men in attendance, all dressed
in dark robes, their bronzed skins and dark silky hair revealed
their Indian heritage. But there was one that stood out from the
rest, his skin was more olive than the deep bronze of his
companions. His eyes were dark, almost black, its' keen appraisal
of her body missed nothing. They seem to absorb every pore, every
fiber of her being. Jasmine felt a sudden warmth between her
legs, the stranger's gaze was having an effect on her. "Come
closer," he commanded. Her feet seem to have a mind of its' own
as it walked toward the sound of his voice. "Turn around, I want
to see all of you." She obeyed. A faint tinkling sound could be
heard as she turned slowly. She was proud of her body, the smooth
skin and shapely curves drove men savage with desire. She wore
the sheer skirt low on her hips, revealing her navel and taut
abdomen, years of belly dancing kept her firm, her muscles
defined. The rapid breathing of her audience could be heard, she
knew they desired her.
(hands clap twice)
Suddenly, music played softly in the background, she allowed the
hypnotic sound to take control of her body. She moved slowly at
first, just enough for her skirts to lift slightly around her
ankles. She loved the feel of the soft silk against her skin,
grazing her nipples. With a quick maneuver of her feet, she
removed her slippers so she could dance in her bare feet. Jasmine
begin to swirl faster, the candlelight caught her gold arm
bracelets, then glittered. She stole a glance at her captive
audience and noticed most of them were openly masturbating. The
tempo increased, her skirts swirled around her legs, lifting
higher with each turn. Her hips beckoned their lust to give free
rein to their desires. Faster, her pulses racing, in rhythm with
the music. Faster, she held her arms high over her head, the
position cause her full breasts threatened to explode from its
confinement.
(Arghhhhh)
First one roar, then more followed. She was familiar with the
sound, their voices echoed as their cocks exploded into the air.
She was thankful that the Prince wasn't one of them. For some
reason she wanted him to wait. Jasmine sensed someone was
approaching, she never missed a step when she opened her eyes.
She knew he would come to her, her sensuous movement called out
to him. Only a man of noble birth recognized the dance of the
seven veils. Its silent message conveying desires to ones lover.
The handsome man stood before her, he reached a hand out
to touch her skirt, he knew one section of her sheer skirt would
slip easily into his hands. With a gently tug a veil released
from the skirt, floating delicately to the floor. She twirled
away from him, teasing and urging him to follow. His companions
sat mesmerized as each veil was removed, until she stood exposed
to their hungry eyes.
She continued to spin, faster and faster as the tempo increased
even more. He couldn't move, her beauty compelled him to watch,
then she stopped, her breathing rapid, the sheen on her breasts
was glistened with sweat. He had to taste her, to feel that she
does exist, and not some vision that will evaporate once he
spoken. He removed the veil that concealed her face...slowly so
his eyes could drank every feature. He ran his fingers through
her long, thick tresses, marvelling at the soft, silky feel. He
unbuttoned her bustier one at a time, his fingers lingering in a
caress. Her full lips were parted and wet, he had to..no...must
taste their sweetness. Oblivious to his companions he kissed her
with ferocity. Holding the back of her head, he pressed her face
against his. Jasmine could feel the evidence of his desire
against her thigh. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. But
she was here to do a job, not for her own pleasure.
He guided her to the over-stuffed pillows, his companions
surrounded them, watching in fascination. She didn't care as long
as he continued to bring her to new heights. He stopped kissing
her long enough to remove the bustier, then slid his tongue back
inside her mouth. Jasmine could hear the moans of the other men,
she relished the sound of their excitement. "Jaffe, let me sample
her treasure first." Jasmine repeated the Prince's name in her
mind. "Jaffe." She liked the sound of it. He ignored them, his
hands caressed the curve of her hip to coax her legs open. The
slight pressure on her heated skin made her moan for more contact
as she arched her back to press against his chest. Jaffe rolled
over, taking Jasmine with him so she could sit on top of him. She
knew what he wanted without hearing his words.
She stroked his maleness slow, his face contorted in pleasure,
the rapid beating of his heart could be heard above the murmurs
of the others. She straddle his hips, then gripped his swollen
member firmly. Jaffe gasped, enjoying the pressure. His cock's
head was throbbing in anticipation of warmth. "Not yet," she
purred. His pleading gaze watched the dark hair enchantress
stroke his eager shaft. Evidence of precum wet the tip, he
couldn't wait to feel her tight snatch any longer. "Please," he
bedded, his voice raspy with desire. Jasmine guided him inside
her slowly. His started to buck, she knew he was trying to rush
penetration, but she wouldn't allow it. Sliding mid-way, she
stopped to let him feel her pussy's spasms, gripping, then
releasing him. "Ahhhhhh....oh...gooooooooddddd.....aaahhhhh." He
thrashed about, she had to lean forward to grabbed his shoulders
for support. His forceful thrusts pushed deeper with each stroke,
their moans mingled in ecstasy. "Jaffe, I'm right behind." One of
his companions exclaimed. Jasmine knew he literally meant "right
behind", she felt a finger slide in her tight asshole as Jaffe
continued probe her cunt with his rod. "Mmmmmpppfff....deeper,"
she said as the sensation caused more juices to flow down Jaffe's
cock.
The finger slid completely out of her anus, but before she could
protest, it was replaced by a much larger object. "OHHHHHHHH....
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." She cried out in delight
as the companion gently inserted his cock head inside her ass. He
grunted, sliding as gently as he could. Soft squishy sound echoed
around them, whether from her cunt or ass, no one seem to care.
The others stood back in amazement as they watched their friends
make love to one woman. Tired of being left out another companion
knelt in front of her. Jasmine saw the shiny head slick with
precum pointing towards her mouth. He stroked his stiff shaft in
front of her, hoping she would latch on and suck from his meaty
bottle. Jasmine swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking it
back and forth in rapid succession. He grabbed her head for
support, his actions spurred her to slide down his shaft.
"EEEEEGGGOOOOSSSHHHH...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." He pumped his cock in
and out of her mouth. The other two was content with watching the
show for now. They stroke their throbbing tools, awaiting the
incredible orgasm that would soon take place.
Jaffe pumped faster, his friend's cock keeping pace with his
rhythmic strokes. Her ass muscles bared down on Jaffe's cock with
each stroke of his friend's mighty thrusts. Faster, all three
cocks fucked her with fury. Moans mingled with heavy breathing
and sweat as all were nearing their climax. Jasmine cried out
first, her pussy unuse to the sweet torture contracted, then
released a hot flow of sweet cum onto Jaffe's rod. . Both men
feeling her powerful contractions swelled in unison then exploded
inside of her ass and thoroughly soaked snatch.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......OOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"They cried out, riding the wave of pleasure." Hot cum covered
her face and neck, she smeared it on her breasts, swirling her
fingers around her sensitive nipples..
The men laid on the pillows panting from exertion, the other two
approached her cum soaked body. One knelt between her legs to
lick her clean. His tongue probed tenderly, seeking every drop.
Jasmine moaned at his tender ministrations. The other licked her
face and joined her hands with his while she massaged her
breasts. His large hands manipulated the tiny buds, until she
moaned her delight. He straddled her face, then lowered his body
slightly so she could lick his jism-filled balls. He stroked his
shaft with each flick of her tongue, until he couldn't stand the
pace any longer. He increased his strokes as she sucked his
tender balls gently.The Sucking sounds were loud as her mouth
covered most of the weighted gems. Her pussy walls contracted, it
was hungry for another release. The other continued to lick her
pussy with zest, until she begged him to enter her. Aware of his
friends pleasure, he knelt between her legs, resting on the heels
of his feet, allowing room for both of them. He gently entered
her, leaning back so she could rub her clit. His friend continued
to hover over her, stroking his throbbing mass as she licked and
sucked. He increased his strokes, gaining speed with each moan.
His cock was about to burst for waiting so long for a release. He
knew his friend felt the same. Faster, fucking, sucking, and
stroking until his friend let out a strangled cry, spraying the
air with his jism. Jasmine continued to lick his balls as it
dripped down her breasts, pooling underneath her neck. Thrusting
deeper, harder, he was about to join his friend in his
explosion..."OOOOOOOOO YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
UUHHHHHH......HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." He pumped every drop of his seed
inside her as Jasmine came with another unimaginable force.
(three hours later)
Jasmine was on her way back to New York, her thoughts travelled
back to the passionate exchange a few hours ago. "Damn, I won't
be able to work for two weeks," she said with an exasperated
sigh. She settled back in her seat, watching the clouds form.
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