From apstarre@mindspring.com Sat Jun 21 11:14:21 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news1.best.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!firehose.mindspring.com!news.mindspring.com!usenet From: apstarre@mindspring.com (Robert Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: Email (1/1) - voy, f-solo, m/f Date: Sat, 21 Jun 1997 15:14:21 GMT Organization: Mindspring Lines: 243 Message-ID: <5ogun0$ubl@camel1.mindspring.com> Reply-To: apstarre@mindspring.com NNTP-Posting-Host: ip82.phoenix2.az.pub-ip.psi.net X-Server-Date: 21 Jun 1997 16:15:28 GMT X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 (c) Copyright November 1996 by Robert Mitchell ******************************************************* THIS STORY'S COPYRIGHTED, SO DON'T CHANGE IT OR SELL IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Same for putting it on websites, FTP servers, CD-ROMS, etc. This story contains descriptions of nudity and sexual situations. If you're under sixteen and are reading this, then your parents should keep a closer eye on you. ****************************************************** E-Male - voy, f-solo, m/f by Robert Mitchell I know what time of day she usually checks her email, so I get to her desk first. I crawl underneath it, curling up there so I can give her a big surprise. It isn't long before she walks into the room. She's wearing a white t-shirt and a short black skirt, one that gently carresses her thighs as she walks. I watch her long legs approach the desk. She doesn't see me. I feel my heart skip as she sits down, pulling her chair up closer. Her knees slide mere centimeters away from my face. As she sits, unaware that she's being watched, she lets her legs open slightly. It gives me a perfect view of her crotch. She's not wearing any panties. I grin, knowing that means she's going to read the hot email from the website she runs. It's a gallery of photos of her in nude and erotic poses. Her exhibitionism has found a perfect outlet. I hear the click and hum of her computer booting up. Then the squeal of the modem as she connects. While she logs on, I watch her legs open and close as she hums to herself. I feast on the perfect view of her shaved pussy. Her hairless lips are gently parted by the delicate labia that protrude from its top. Even in the darkness, I can see her slit glistening with her juices. She's excited already, thinking about what she's going to read, and perhaps what she's read before. The cramped space under her desk is filling with her musky scent. More clicks of her mouse follow as she brings up her email. A moment of silence passes. I can tell she's reading one of her letters. Inwardly, I'm hoping that it's a good one so she'll start playing with herself. I feel a twinge of disappointment as the mouse clicks again, showing she moved on. I know she must be disappointed, too. Another moment passes, followed by another click. The tension is killing me, as well as my back for being in such a cramped space. Then it happens. I can tell she's hit a good one because she's silent for longer than usual. Her humming has stopped. She's totally still as seconds pass. Then I see a trickle of her juice ooze out of her swollen lips, running down into a small pool on her seat. Her legs slowly part, widening, giving me an incredible view of her luscious wet pussy. I feel myself beginning to swell in my pants, hardening in anticipation as she shifts a little in her seat. Then it comes. Her hands slide down her hard stomach, dragging her t-shirt slightly with it. She raises her skirt, moving it aside as her other hand moves to her crotch. I'm shivering as she slides a finger into her moist crevice, squashing the flesh around in circular motions. She slides in another finger, then another. She uses two fingers to pry her lips apart. Light glitters off the juices coating her fingertips. Her other hand comes down, index finger extended. It begins to rub over her clit, a now- hardened bead under its silken hood. She traces slow circles over her clit, moving faster and faster. Her juices are now smeared all over her shaven lips. I hear her breathing getting quicker, coming in short gasps. This is a good one. I make my move. I carefully and slowly reach between her widened and spasming legs. I let my fingertips graze lightly over her outer lips. She doesn't notice me at first, consumed by the sensations she's already feeling. I'm careful to avoid her fingers as I tickle her lips. I can tell by her shivers that she feels it, but hasn't traced the source. Her legs are wobbling rapidly as her gasps become low moans. I try to hold back my laughter as I go a little further. I slowly slide my pinky into her crevice, then move it in and out as gently as I can. Her fingers are working faster, a blur as they mash her clit. Her hips begin to buck, her soft cheeks pressing outward on each hump. She's giving off a long, continous moan now, totally submerged in a world of pleasure. Then her moan become a scream. She leaps out of her chair, breaking my grip on her pussy. She backs away from the desk, then crouches to look under it. I wiggle my fingers at her, playfully, and she smiles in relief. I tell her I wanted to give her a surprise, and she agrees that I did. Then she asks if I want to do the job for her while she reads, and I'm happy to oblidge. She backs away so I can watch her unbuckle her skirt. She lets it slide down her hips onto the floor. Now her hairless slit is in full view. Her eyes are locked on mine as she pulls off her T-shirt, exposing the firm nipples resting on the peaks of her soft, rounded breasts. She stands naked before me now, tossing her shirt into a corner as I feast on her beauty. She sits down again, this time spreading her legs as wide as they can go as she slides her chair under the desk again. This time I'm right there between her thighs as she moves close to me. I begin to kiss the inside of her legs, starting at her knees, alternating the right side and the left, tracing a path to her now dripping slit. I bring my face close to her crevice to lightly kiss each of her hanging labia. My lips are moistened by her juices. I tell her to read me the email aloud. She begins to speak, describing the graphic lust of one of her fans. He is telling her how he would eat her, and I can't help thinking how convenient it is as I let my tongue trace a path from the bottom of her slit. Her legs tremble as I lick my way to her hood, then begin making wide circles around it with my tongue. The circle grows smaller and smaller until I've closed in on her stiffened bud. Her voice cracks as I begin sucking on her clit. I suck it between my lips, trapping it there as I flick it inside my mouth with my tongue. She's still reading, but there is obvious strain in her voice as she describes her fan's desire to ream her pussy. A word breaks into a moan. I'm determined to keep her from reading as I continue to suckle her clit like a nipple. Then I open wide, letting my tongue slide under her hood to lap her clit directly. She gasps, her hips jerking under the onslaught. I back away, moving my tongue down to her tunnel. I part the outer lips with my tongue, then slip my pinky inside. It's already wet from its previous journey inside her, and makes a wet, squishy noise as it sinks in among her hot juicy walls. I move my tongue back to her clit, beginning the rapid circles again. I start a regular motion, pumping my finger inside her as I encircle her clit with my tongue. The hood slides under my mouth, lubricated by her juices. Her legs close, clamping onto my ears with her thighs. I bear up under the increasing pressure, listening to her voice breaking into a high-pitched gasp. Her hips are bucking again now, smearing my face with her juice as I try to keep up with her. She tries to keep reading, knowing what I'm trying to do, but then she reaches a part where the reader explodes in orgasm. Her legs tighten harder. I feel her tunnel grasping at my pinky as she bursts into a groan of pleasure. I continue to lick as she cums harder, trembling and shivering in her chair. Then the groan fades into quick gasps that arrive further and further apart until they stop. I release her from my mouth to crawl forward, looking up from her lap to see her smiling down at me. Her eyes are half-closed, still swimming in the afterglow of her orgasm. I ask if that was good, and she says it was very good, but she still has another letter to read. This one is from a fan in Australia who wants to fuck her really bad. I tell her I have another idea. I can do her while she writes a reply, describing what I'm doing to her. She thinks that's a great idea. She backs up to slide her chair out again. I notice her legs are a little shaky, but her eyes are shining brightly. I crawl up from her lap, pulling myself up by her thighs until I'm lying on her stomach, my crotch pressed against hers. She wraps her legs around me as she kisses me, holding my face with her hands. I let my tongue sink into her mouth and we play in there for a while. Then I break the kiss with a pop and begin kissing my way down her lips, her chin, her long, slender neck, along her shoulder, and down to her left breast. She hums with pleasure as I flick at her inverted nipple with my tongue. I press it into the surrounding breast, letting it roll in a bed of flesh. When I draw back my tongue, her nipple pushes back, red and hard, jutting out twice its size. I do the same with her other nipple until it's firm, then tweak them with my fingers. She tells me to wait, then shifts her chair around so she can reach the keyboard. She types a new email, relating to her fan how I'm playing with her breasts. She describes the tingles I'm sending down her body with every touch. Then she describes as I shift my hips away from her to undo my pants. My rod juts out into the cool air. I position it over her slit, then let it sink into her tunnel as slowly as I can. Her juices ooze out as I fill her pussy with my hard flesh. She breathes carefully between clenched teeth as I begin to slide in and out. I pump my hips a little faster as she locks her ankles on the small of my back. She forces me in harder and deeper with her heels. I'm happy to obey. We're locked together, our hips slapping together in a quick rhythm. I feel my balls slapping at her asshole, and I know she feels it, too. She's still trying to type with her shaky hands, reading aloud how it feels to have me deep inside her, filling her with hot meat. Every thrust sends a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her legs tighten around my waist, her thighs squeezing my hips. Her mouth hangs open as she breathes in short gasps. She wants it harder and deeper and I thrust myself in to the hilt. Then I draw out and do it again, forcing myself in as far as I can go. She grits her teeth, her lips curling in a snarl. One hand is struggling to type as the other reaches down to hold my cock as it slides in and out of her. One finger reaches down to encircle her clit. Then I stop. She is about to protest when I slide my hands under he ass and lift her off the chair. I plant her butt firmly down onto the keyboard. I smile as I tell her that it would be more fun for her to type this way. She laughs, then I begin sliding in and out of her again. She hums in pleasure under her breath as she feels her body roll on the keys that click beneath her. We both look back to see the words appearing on the screen. I change the angle of my thrusts to change the words that appear on the screen, her cheeks mashing against the keyboard. Her hand returns to her clit, rubbing it furiously to intensify the pleasure. Then her mouth hangs open again. Her smile collapses into a grimace. Her eyes squeeze shut as she begins to whisper to me, oh, yes, just like that, give it to me, harder, oh, yes, just like that, oh, yes, yes, I'm cumming I'm cumming...and her legs almost crush me between them. Her pussy spasms in quick flinches that milk my cock. I can't hold back any longer. I throw my head back as I launch my hot cream into her deepest crevices. Our fluids mix and increase until it flows out of the edges of her slit, dripping onto her desk. We hold each other, shuddering in our shared orgasm, feeding each other's pleasure with our spasms. I recover first, opening my eyes to look into her twisted expression. I thrust once more, causing her to wince with delight as the last traces of her enjoyment fade away. She relaxes, flopping back against the wall to grin at me. I reach over to her mouse, position the pointer on the email screen, and click the SEND button. THE END