From zanna@whoever.com Wed Feb 19 07:32:38 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: Porno 101 (breasts, exhibitionism) From: zanna@whoever.com (Joyce Melton & Morgan Preece) Date: Wed, 19 Feb 1997 12:32:38 GMT If you like this story -or any story on the ngs, tell the author! This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. If you are under 18 please stop reading immediately. If you are offended by strong adult-oriented themes, explicit sex, erotic fantasy or vulgar language, what are you doing here? Copyright (C) 1997 by Morgan Preece. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted for noncommercial use of this complete and unaltered text (including disclaimer paragraph above and this paragraph and the next one) in electronic form such as posting to EBBS's or Newsgroups or free access Electronic Archives. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. Additionally, no permission is given hereby for any sort of distribution (including Email) to minors or other persons to whom such distribution would be illegal in the jurisdiction of distributor, recipient or intermediary. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. If you want to put this story in a CD-Rom archive for distribution at nominal cost, E-Mail the author at the address below for a copy with a different copyright notice. Inquiries about other commercial use should also be Emailed. Do not come to my house, you don't know where I live and you will get lost. Comments are welcome, fanmail being the only feedback a newsgroup author gets. Email may be addressed to the author at ZANNA@WHOEVER.COM. Enjoy. =========================================================== Porno 101 by Morgan Preece My first girlfriend in college had a true set of 42DD juggs. Melinda and I met in the registration line since our last names started with the same letter, B. Standing in line, I heard someone behind me and my upper arm kind of brushed her big soft titties as I turned to see who might be there. I didn't apologize at first because she laughed at my expression when I saw --and felt-- her nipples right through her thin summer-weight sweater. Then she apologized for laughing at me. "Obviously," she said, "I'm not offended. And it's my fault, anyway, for standing so -- close. It's all my fault," she added glancing down at my stiffening bone, clearly visible, I was sure, right through my pants! She stepped even closer, her titties brushing against my chest this time. "I'm so sorry," she breathed, "I'm embarrassing you. I'll stand where no one else can see and you think of 'Things That Are Soft' like on that pyramid game show. Peaches, softballs, melons, beachballs...." Her suggestions didn't really help any what with her own plush cantalopes resting on my chest and her nipples hard as little pebbles against me. She had a ton of curly, dark blonde hair, the color you're just dying to find out, is it natural? Her dark-blue eyes looked like the water off Catalina Island on one of those bright winter afternoons everyone moves to California to enjoy. "I'm Melinda Brest," she said, giggling. "Will Burrows," I managed. I knew Melinda meant "sweet" and I made a little bet with myself that I'd find out if they were. She kept teasing me in line there until I had to excuse myself and go jack-off in the bathroom. I imagined sliding my dick between those globes while I played with the nipples, pinching and pulling --not too hard-- but just enough to make her squeal as I spurted hard enough to get cum on her chin. She had saved my place in line when I got back and said, "My turn now." She was gone a long time and came back with a very satisfied look. I almost had to excuse myself again thinking about what she might be doing while she was gone. I imagined her with one hand inside her skirt while the other played with her tits. We ended up taking a class together in Modern Erotic Film Appreciation which involved watching some of the very best porn ever filmed. She dared me to take the class with her and I took that dare. Most of the time we watched videos in a well-lit room, sitting at long tables on straight back chairs. Sometimes, we remembered to take notes. The instructor, Dr. Rachel Welland liked to walk around the room and watch the guys try to sit still while blondes, brunettes and redheads licked, stroked and pumped their partners to spurting climaxes on their bodies. She liked to wear really short, tight, black skirts with pale, short-sleeved blouses you could almost see thru, black high-heels and off-black or off-white hose. A true looker herself, tall with long, straight, black hair past a really fine ass, the doctor would make noises as she walked around. Sometimes you wondered if she knew she was doing it, sometimes you felt pretty sure she knew. "Mmm," she'd say, standing with her legs a foot apart, one hand on her own ass and the other, a fist, pushed up between her shapely chichis. "Uhh-uh!" You wanted to grab your meat and get rid of the tension by stroking off right there in the middle of class but you didn't know whether to look at the screen or Dr. Welland. Once we watched an actual film --not a video-- with some hot ladies cooling off in front of an open fire hydrant and a couple of firemen there to use their tools for the ladies pleasure. The whole scene took place on a New York street and people in the movie watched from their tenement windows. With the room darkened, Melinda moved her chair close to mine, just ahead of me and while the wet New York T-shirts came off, Melinda pulled up her sweater top then pushed her hand into my lap and unzipped my pants! Dr. Welland stood almost right in front of us, legs apart, her back arched, arms crossed, hugging her titties against herself. "Mm. Fuh. Mm." She seemed to be concentrating on the film where a big fireman let two girls play with his pole. "Undo my bra," whispered Melinda, "it fastens in front." With one hand she pulled my dong out and used her knuckle against the underside just behind the tip. With her other hand she guided mine to her bra fastening. The naked New Yorkers splashed and pumped and licked their firemen, one girl taking a whole cock in her mouth like a sword-swallower. Dr. Welland pulled her skirt up to her waist with her right hand and fingered her clit with the other. "La. Ee-ee. Nn-mm-mm." With both arms around Melinda, I got her bra unfastened and her big, pillowy breasts filled my hands. I mashed her nipples between my fingers, as they got hard, I got harder. Melinda put her free hand into her own skirt and began to echo the doctor. "Fuh, muh, fuh-uhh-uhh!" It was cum-overload! --what with the slick, wet, New York ladies fucking their beefaloid firemen on the screen, and Dr. Welland moaning and rocking in front of me and Melinda's big titties in my hands and her hand in my crotch!-- I think I lost braincells when I came! THE END