From trihole@ix.netcom.com Sat Feb 15 03:45:33 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: ~~~ A WOMAN'S TOUCH~~~Hammock [M/F,oral]
From: trihole@ix.netcom.com (celeste)
Date: Sat, 15 Feb 1997 08:45:33 GMT
THIS IS A WORK OF ADULT-ORIENTED FICTION!
PLEASE...NO ONE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE IN YOUR LOCALE SHOULD READ THIS!
This is the first of a number of future fantasies I hope to post.
I hope everyone enjoys them...and if not, please be kind :)
It's a humid, windless evening, and my husband and I have been
entertaining his old college friend, Mike, with rambling stories
heavily laced with many bottles of wine since early afternoon. Around
7:00, I can no longer keep my eyes open, and a weave a zig-zagged line
of kisses goodnight around the table, and make my way to bed as the
guys loudly drone on about old times. Although the air is stifling, I
fall fast asleep after stripping down to my T-shirt....
I awake in a fine sheen of sweat around 2:00 AM. The house is
dark and quiet, except for the soft snoring of my husband, sound
asleep next to me. My shirt sticks to me as I swing my legs off the
bed. I need a glass of water so badly, and I decide to tip-toe
downstairs and add a couple of aspirin for good measure to the mix.
In the kitchen, I notice through the doors of the back patio that
Mike has chosen to crash outside on our big hammock. Now, that's a
smart idea, I think to myself as I move closer to the door, finishing
my glass of water. I nearly choke on the last gulp as I realize that
he is completely naked, laying on his back in the light of a
half-moon, an empty wine bottle on the grass beneath him. Even from
the twenty or so feet away, I can clearly see his body...evenly tanned
and muscular, but not overly so....a hairless chest...a lean
stomach....and a thick, limber cock gracefully curving over his large
ball-sack.......and it's uncut.
I feel a short, quick twinge in my pussy. It's beautiful in an
ugly way. I'd never seen an uncut cock before in the flesh, and I
can't take my eyes off of it. As if in a trance, I see myself quietly
sliding the glass door open....feel the cool grass on the soles of my
feet....feel the cool night air caressing my slippery thighs....until
I'm suddenly kneeling at his side...my eyes glued to his magnificent
organ.
I glance at his face. Asleep soundly. His strong chest rises and
falls in a perfect rhythm. My breathing is shallow. I feel my
breasts growing a little heavier, my nipples beginning to sprout
beneath my damp shirt. I return my stare to his cock, and the petals
of my pussy wetly blossom. My mouth grows dry again as I drink in his
raw cock...so primitive looking....so animal-like.....unleasing
something in the depths of my mind...something as raw....as
primitive.....as animal.
I lean closer, inhaling the delicious musk of Mike's cock and
balls, and my head spins....intoxicated. The aroma makes my mouth
water, and suddenly I am swallowing hard. My nipples are now almost
painful. My heart threatens to burst through my chest...I am lightly
panting....oh god.....
I blow a long, cool breath through pursed lips over his manhood,
and delight in watching his balls slowly move in their fleshy
bag...causing his thick, veiny cock to roll towards me....the hood
surrounding the head. I think how cute...it wants to play...it's
flirting with me.....and adjust my lips to blow the next stream
directly at the tip of his handsome organ. His meaty cock responds
again, this time sleepily rising just enough to lift the fleshy knob
off of his thigh....fattening just a little....the hood pulling back
just a bit to reveal a hint of pink cockhead....and my greedy pussy
receives another delicious twinge.
I can't help myself. My hand reaches out, and one long-nailed
finger touches the shaft lightly at the base....just the nail....and
teasingly, ever-so-slowly, traces the thick ridge of muscle...all the
way up towards the covered knob. I watch with little-girl delight and
curiosity as his prickmeat twitches and thickens as if it is giggling
from my tickling nail....until just below his hood, when Mike suddenly
grunts in his sleep and rools over onto his stomach, hunching his hips
into the netting.
Part of me says my fun is over, go back to bed. But another part
of me has been taken over...and that part says I must see this lovely
organ in full bloom. I duck down on all fours to look under the
hammock, and I am greeted with the sight of a half-hard cock, neatly
captured through one hole of net, his balls straining through two
others. I shudder as a mini-orgasm passes through me, untouched,
making me pant a little harder, my mouth open and wet.
And then I am on my back underneath him, his raw, animal cock
inches from my lips. I'm dizzy. My tongue slides out of my mouth as
my neck strains upwards, and I whimper as I make teasing contact with
this delicious piece of meat....the tip of my tongue lightly flicking
at the fleshy opening of his foreskin....teasing....burrowing....
painting the bit of pink cockhead that's beginning to emerge from the
hood....
Mike is still silent above me, but my mind is shutting down to
concentrate only on the treat in front of my mouth. My tongue has
coaxed more of his glistening cockhead out now, a thin line of saliva
connecting us, and his stalk continues to slowly thicken and
lengthen...until I no longer have to raise my neck from the cool
grass. His raw knob is now swimming in a pool of saliva between my
teeth and cupped lips. I bathe it lovingly, letting my teeth wetly
slide back and forth across it. Soon he reaches his full length....a
thick, gorgeous hunk of cockmeat...firm and demanding...and my mouth
is forced open to accept a few inches of him. I clasp my lips so very
lightly around him, caressing rather than sucking, as my eager tongue
wrestles his juicy cockhead out of its hood. His knob is a salty
velvet balloon.
We are one now. Connected cock to mouth. I watch his balls move
and rise slightly as my lips close behind his cock-knob. My mouth
begins to milk it...so gently...almost chewing...nibbling. My head
moves gently side to side, like a lazy fish, hooked. I burrow my
tongue into his cockhole, tasting his salty precum, and my hands slide
down my hips and meet at my pussy....fingers of one splayed to hold me
open....two fingers of the other splayed on either side of my tortured
clit.
He is so hard now. No longer a playful organ....now a demanding
cock. I whimper softly as I work myself slowly to orgasm, nursing on
my mouthful of salty cockmeat, drawing us both to madness. I feel his
pounding heartbeat against my tight lips, hear his breathing becoming
more erratic. The mixed fear and excitement of Mike waking runs wild
through me, causing me to work my fingers and mouth harder and faster.
My pussy makes wet, juicy noises as it opens and closes around two
fingers, my clit being raped by the palm of my hand as I fuck myself.
The still night air is awash in my scent. It's coming...
building....my orgasm.... it's going to blind me. My eyes are clamped
shut as my hips hump my fingers, and by reflex and instinct my mouth
sucks hard on the bloated cockhead, my tongue pressing against
it....drawing.....sucking.....
Then that beautiful tremble....that primal, slight pause from a
cock that is ready.... it's pushing me over the edge....and I come
soooooo hard.....hips writhing...mouth slackening as long, thick
streams of hot salty cream fill my mouth. I turn my head, releasing
his meat....helpless inside my own orgasm..... and feel his strong
cock pressed into my cheek, pumping and retreating as his seed runs
down my neck, and out of my gasping mouth. I try to calm myself as my
orgasm gradually subsides...opening my eyes to see Mike's glorious
manhood slowly shrinking....his cockhead slipping back into his
slippery foreskin....still dripping come onto my soaked T-shirt as it
receeds.
All is soon quiet again. Mike seemed to sleep through it all. I
slip out from under him and take my T-shirt off, wiping up his spilled
seed from my neck, face, and shoulders. I slip back into the house,
throw my shirt into the laundry, and slip back into bed, hotter than
before....but so so satisfied.