From mariapollick@usa.net Tue Jul 15 21:52:21 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news-xfer.netaxs.com!en.com!j.en.net!user From: mariapollick@usa.net (Maria Pollick) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Maria#4-Just for Colin Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:52:21 -0700 Organization: Exchange Network Services Lines: 283 Message-ID: <mariapollick-1507971852220001@j.en.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: j.en.net Maria#4-Just for Colin "Color me Colin" Well, I did it, now...ALL three got my BEST fuck! Since he doesn't have the patience to write a decent recollection for you, and since I need a good orgasm today, I decided I'd write it. To start out your excitement, I may as well tell you that I am now sitting naked at Colin's place writing this on his computer. Don't worry, he will fuck me good before I get my clothes back on. We still hadn't fucked in the shower yet. But anyways, I digress a bit. I had planned a whole day to spend with the most animalistic of the three studs, Colin, counting on dining, romancing with him, certainly fucking him, but best of all, making LOVE to him to the best of my ability. Most of our day together was great to me but not nearly as exciting as the beautiful highlight which I know you really want to hear anyway. It stands out with me because it was the most unusual of our fucks so far, it was very romantic for him and the best for me. I made love to Colin back at that beach where my foursome happened, which Colin confessed to me is on property he owns. The front of his cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was wide, white and 6 miles long. From the deck, I could see only a few other people scattered along the length, and none were close by. We walked hand-in-hand, out across the sand, constantly stopping to kiss each other passionately like new lovers, which I guess we were! We set up camp back from the edge of the lapping waves. He was wearing a cool tiny black bathing suit. I was wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and as transparent as tracing paper. Since he had explained that he wasn't interested in soaking up too many rays, we had set up a huge beach umbrella that shaded his beach chair, and I spread my giant towel out right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me. I arranged myself on my back with my head near his feet and my feet (bare as always!)pointing at the surf. After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings awesome encounter with him Bubba and Eric in the back of his cottage, we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of perspiration on my skin. I asked him to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when I started to get up so that he could rub it on, he insisted that I should remain in my comfortable recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, he squatted down next to my legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my feet. I closed my eyes as his strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves and toyed with my sensitive toes, tickling them! It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery lotion lubricating his fingers. Then his hands worked their way up to my knees, and he teased me by tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and the ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, he began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would feel like when his hands ascended to my moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where he was. I tingled with expectations. Now, I knew him well enough to realize that predictability is not to be expected from him. But on that first date of our relationship, I didn't realize that he was so creative. So when he pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at him to come back and apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give him an idea of where I really wanted him to pay attention. But he silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know that I shouldn't try to boss him around. I was pleased to see his gaze slide down my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed very close in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but the material was so thin that the hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric. And my labia formed two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical smear of moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As he stared, I spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that he could see my barely clad cunt even better. Then he stepped back over to his beach chair and scootched it forwards so that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see what he was doing, but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my tummy. At first I had the thought that he had had an orgasm and had shot his semen onto my stomach... but of course, he had only had a few seconds to accomplish this, and the liquid was too cold to have come from his cock. Then I felt the soles of his feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on skin, and I realized that he had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As his feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my crotch. His feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes slipped in under my bikini top, pushing the lotion all around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed in on my lengthening nipples, and then he began to clench his toes under, capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot. The milking action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver. I reached up and fondled his calves as his feet came out from under the bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down the bumpy surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my body. His right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool of thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then those toes descended further until they reached the low-slung waste band of my bikini panties, and then dove under the edge. His toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and he was able to bend his big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, he pulled his foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch was absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and more squirts of the lotion rained down on the outside of my panties, and onto my thighs. Finally, he pulled his foot up and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was rubbing my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion pooled and dripped everywhere, and his fat and solid heel ground firmly into my slickened crotch, spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the inner lips and my erect clitoris were exposed to the welcome and relentless pressure. Although my head was still trapped under the chair, I could easily imagine the view he had, with the radiant pink material of my bikini almost transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged flesh. My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I pushed the top out of the way. I used the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolas a deep and satisfying massage. His foot lowered itself down so that his heel rests on the towel, and his Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace of my crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid rod of tendon. As I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I humped his leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation: a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my sensitized nipples. It brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as it was, this pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for the morning. Part 2 I pushed up hard on the bottom of his chair's seat, and surprised him by flipping it over backwards, leaving him sprawled on the white beach. The sand coated his sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then he jumped up and raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing head-first into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took a moment to get over the post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailer, and a big wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible power of the churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun . When I came back down, I swam underwater and snuck up to where he was standing and pulled his skimpy bathing suit down to his knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing and teasing each other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella. By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket, so he lay down with his head toward the water and his feet under the chair. Since there was no one else near us on the beach, he agreed to take off his bathing suit, and this revealed his cock. I know he didn't really appreciate it when I told he that it looked particularly cute right then, but that's what I kept thinking of. The cold water had shrunk his cock up much smaller that usual, and it stuck straight out from his crotch . This contrasted with his balls, which were filled with come that had accumulated during his lotioning of my body. The skin of his balls was stretched tight and smooth over the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful. As I leaned over to examine it closely, his cock started to grow. It happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a flower bud open. But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken cock, grew fatter and longer. It lay over to one side and started to stretch out toward his hip, and then the head kind of rolled and slithered along his tummy until it pointed up to his belly button. Still it continued to lengthen, nourished my eager and riveted stare. Just as the tip looked like it was going to try to fuck his navel, the whole length of his cock twitched and jerked up into the air, hovering and convulsing an inch or so above his tummy. When I saw that, I knew that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its magnificent beauty. I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and squirted it down onto his rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its target, his cock involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying to hide from the squirting lotion. Just as he had done for me, I hosed the lotion all over his torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles of my feet to cradle the length of his cock. I began to give him a satiny foot job with my well lubricated feet. I probed around the ridged edge of the head with my toes, and then massaged up and down the raised tube that runs up the entire length. I also pushed his cock back and forth across his stomach, swabbing around the lotion as if his cock was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly prodded and swirled his heavy balls. When I thought he were starting to get too excited, I asked him to slide his whole body further under the beach chair, so that his cock was directly under the seat, just where my head had been earlier. While he did that, I stood up and removed my wet bikini bottom, then sat back in the chair. This was one of those beach chairs that has those flexible plastic strips running side to side, forming the seat. I was able to push some of the strips forward, and others back, so that my ass could hang down through the seat by a couple of inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the wooden arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide open. It didn't take much imagination on his part to see what I had in mind. He reached in under the chair and lifted his greasy cock straight up. My cunt was so close that he had to bend that rigid piece of meat to get it past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head of his cock reached my open vagina, and he released it. Without doing anything, his cock pushed up into me two or three inches. That wasn't enough for either of us, and he immediately started to lift and drop his ass, stabbing his long and hard cock up into my avaricious cunt. In my position, I really couldn't move much, so I left it for him to fuck me, which he did with great passion and enthusiasm. It was so marvelous to be fucked by his huge cock while I gazed out over the ocean. The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing. His cock filling my cunt was the only place that we were touching each other. I reached down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with one hand, and the other reached even further under and I let my first and second fingers scissor around the exposed part of his cock, applying even more squeezing pressure to his hard cock as it plunged deep in and out of my wide-open vagina. That was just what he needed; within moments, he began an intense and convulsive orgasm. I looked down at his face and saw a grimace that might have been mistaken for extreme pain, if I didn't know better. His hips thrust fiercely up into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. His final thrust left he paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as deeply as he could. After half a minute, his body collapsed back down to the towel, and only his cock's head was left inside me. My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired effect, and I was wracked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in my body were most conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles contracted and squeezed out much of the huge load of come that he had deposited. I could feel it flood down out of me and around the head of his cock, down into his matted pubic hair. And finally, as his cock shrank more and more, the head pulled out and his cock flopped back down onto his stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied. I let my feet drop back down onto the sand and tipped my head back. Within minutes he and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled with kinky dreams of what might occur during the rest of our vacation. It's fortunate that we applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the sun contimnued to move across the sky, we each got our share of the sleepy rays I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the beach would trespass by during our nap. What would they have seen -- my cunt dripping semen down through the slats of the chair, onto his limp cock, which was coated with streaks of already-dry come -- or would they just have paid attention to the smug and satisfied smiles on our faces? Upon my awakening, he was at my feet tickling them making me smile and giggle for him. I created another confirmed foot fetishist! I made sure the rest of our stay was romantic and hot. He took me everywhere, and I really enjoyed his company. We fucked again that night and again in the morning, but neither session compared to the BEST fuck we had at the beach so I'll not write about them. Howver, sleeping nude so close to such a studly body made it damn hard to sleep. I constantly had to kiss him or stroke his beautiful cock. Now, back at Eric's, I am eager for some true animalism. As for fucking a black man...soon, Jay, soon. I'm too horny for hubby right now to give specific details, but I'll say this much...WHEN I fuck this HOT black FOOTBALL PLAYER stud from OSU, it will be in a great gang bang with the rest my men, and then the next day....another fun romantic solo project ALL day with this surprisingly TICKLING crazy hunk! I was too nervous to meet him, so hubby showed him the tickling pictures he had of me. It really turned him on! Then, hubby asked him if he'd like to see the video and he was all for it, admitting his major tickling fetish! Man was I hot in that video. Ironically, when it was made, I was thinking of it being viewed by my gang banging friends AND Colin's black buddies. Hell, time to get fucked royal, hubby's home! Maria (soon to be blacked!) Well, ticklish COMPLETELY bare feet up...and currently in hubby's hands! P.S. Hubby said to tell you that he made me cum while fucking me after a tickling session. No offense, but he's a better lover than you so FAR. You'll learn from these letters, and I have no doubt I'm making the best fucker ever with my words! But right now, I'm his. We're gonna make a video for the black man and his friends tonight. Don't worry, I'm not getting carried away, I will only fuck one other man, the black. I just want his friends to know what my bare feet look like while I'm being fucked, and that's the only legit reason I have. Good enough for me. SEAya, glad I'm not BEING ya! This is fun.