From: BJ@The_Redoubt.com Subject: My Favorite Stories Diane.txt(1/1) 12437 bytes Date: 30 Jul 1998 00:00:00 GMT Message-ID: <6pqh0e$7aa$5@winter.news.erols.com> X-Complaints-To: abuse@rcn.com X-Trace: winter.news.erols.com 901826382 7498 207.172.54.244 (30 Jul 1998 19:19:42 GMT) Organization: Deathlands Reply-To: Cawdor Post-Count: 015793 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories These are my favorite stories. I have about 500 of them and will post them as I can convert them to text from Wordperfect. Comments Welcome. Enjoy BJ Diane's Twist By XARTHUR Diane leaned forward at her terminal. As I stood behind her, helping her with the program, I could easily see down her loose low cut blouse as it fell forward, revealing her well formed firm breasts. With skin like ivory, their fullness excited me. I would love to touch them, slide my fingers over their warm silken surface, feel the soft pliable curves as they fill my hands. And then gently sink my fingers together, cupping the firm warm flesh, grazing her nipples in my palms as they harden to my touch. I would like to squeeze them, gently at first and then more firmly as she moans with pleasure at my strength. My thumbs and fore fingers would grasp the engorged nipples with gentle firmity; slowly, ever so slowly, rub them and twist them, pulling on them, raising her ecstasy ever higher. I would then squeeze and fondle with greater resolve, filling my hands until the soft breast flesh begins to bulge between my fingers. Pulling and twisting, I would milk them for her as I stand behind her, bent forward over her shoulder grasping her beautiful grapefruit sized orbs. I dream. Diane just moans with pleasure. Her head thrown back, she gently rocks it back and forth against my lap. I know she fully feels my hardness, my distended member, my cock, filled with lust and longing. I know she knows it is ready for release. Yet she maintains her own high -- for it is not for me to decide when, and whose, nirvana shall be obtained. She reaches up and behind her -- and me -- pulling her slight shoulders back, arching forward so her breasts jut forward with excitement. I believe they have actually increased in size through this ministration. Her deep wanton breathing heaves them up and out. The edges of my hands, now completely filled with her aching breasts, are resting just below them on her ribcage. I realize she has now surrendered them to me, to use as I feel fit, to caress, squeeze, fondle, twist, maul, milk, wrench, mangle, push, pinch, crush, tweak, squash. Everything, and anything I desire, just so long as I take her to the top and hold her there. She opens her cobalt blue eyes dreamily, longingly, lustfully. She says, "Now, please, my darling. Milk them hard, twist them, squeeze them. Pull them off my chest." My eyes shrink to slits; my cock throbs at the thought. These wonderful orbs are mine. My fingers dig in, the strength renewed. With flesh between my knuckles, I grasp hard, trapping the nipple tips. My God, but they are hot! I feel my fingertips slip under the milk glands inside until I know have the entire full mammarian mass in each paw. I begin a slow tensing of each hand, in rhythm, digging, gouging, clutching, grabbing, crushing. Her eyes now close in ecstasy. She whimpers at this onslaught. Each hand, full of flesh, now takes independent action, to keep her distracted, not allowing her to know or guess what to expect next. Twisting, pulling, crushing, milking, my hands increase their tempo. She squirms, bites her lip, moans. Her breathing is deep, deeper, coming in quick whispered gasps. She is there, I sense it. With a final effort of will, my fingers dig in and lock hold, like steel claws filled with flesh. I pull first one out as far as I can while holding the other tight against her chest. My knuckles stretch the nipple beyond its furthest natural state, twice its natural length. I then twist each orb in opposite directions, one stretched and the other mashed. She cries out in panting pleasure. I reverse the procedure, pulling the mashed one forward and crushing the first. Again, she screeches with pleasure. And now I give my lovely Diane her finale. I pull both her breasts into her chest, holding them tight, scarcely giving her time nor room to breathe. Yet she does, only a last gasp before orgasm. I then slowly pull them out in front of her, twisting as I squeeze. Once there I stretch them to the sides of her chest as far as I can and trap the nipples between my thumbnails and forefingers. I pinch then as hard as I can, trying (but not too hard) to draw blood. She throws her head in pain/pleasure and screams her ecstasy aloud. She orgasms, shakes uncontrollably, again and again, her arms out to the sides flapping like weeds in the wind. Long minutes pass as I hold this position, until I sense her return. She sobs now, the orgasms subside, and I slowly bring her bruised breasts back in to her chest. I gently ease them from my hands, for an immediate release would cost the moment. Softly, I begin to massage them, slowly bringing them back to her own sense of being. I release them tenderly, looking at the nailmarks and gouges, the gradual darkening of spots where healthy blood now rushes to aid bruised flesh. I look at her nipples -- Good, I didn't draw blood. I hate that, myself, although she sometimes seems to have more intense orgasms when she sees it. With half lidded eyes, Diane looks up and lifts her lips, parts them, waiting. I bend down and gently meet her with my own parted lips. We kiss, softly, then firmly, with added passion. Our tongues intertwine, our saliva mingles, soft and sweet, warm kisses pervading our senses. We part. Diane looks up and smiles, "You have outdone yourself on that one, my sweet. I am so wet I will glue to the chair. I need your release to help me recover," she breathes. And then slowly she licks her lips. I smile broadly. My turn! Diane swivels around in the small chair, her long ivory legs spread wide. Her tight red skirt is hiked up to just below her waist. She slowly works her hands up my legs and around to my crotch. She begins a slow manipulation with her small delicate fingers, stroking my stiff penis in my trousers and weighing my nut sack. "Hmmm, it feels like you have been a good boy waiting for me, haven't you?" she whispers up to me. I breathe deep and nod, for I have awaited this moment for three weeks. Smiling, she deftly unfastens my belt, my waist buttons, and zipper. She spreads the top and lowers my pants, hooking her fingers at the last moment in the waistband of my underwear. With a rapid motion they are down around my ankles. My cock is standing full, hard, and proud. Nine inches of thick, throbbing passion. She lifts her head from my knees and brings it level to the purple flared head of my prick. A drop of pre-seminal fluid slowly appears at the tip. Her cobalt blue eyes flare wide. A wicked knowing grin spreads across her angelic face. Diane reaches out slowly with her tongue, that wonderfully long and talented tongue, and lovingly swipes it away. She swirls it around her palate, savoring it, tasting my life juices. "You've been eating a lot of fruit lately, haven't you," she says. "I can tell." I nod dumbly, not giving a damn about what I ate in the past three weeks. But I do know I have to wait, for Diane takes pride in these things. She reaches up with both hands and circles my cock. Her slender strong fingers barely touch, so she squeezes tight until they do. I moan in ecstasy. She begins. With both hands Diane slowly pumps my raging erection, tightening her grip on the upstroke, loosening it on the down stroke. My legs tighten. She continues this motion, this movement, this absolute teasing joy. I feel the release begin, way down deep. I try to control it but find it a losing battle. All I can do is hope to delay, to revel in her use of me. I know it is also bringing her up as well. Diane is one in a --what number?? -- who can tell? My cock throbs, fights back, flares in her hands. Another drop of fluid, another swipe of her tongue. Her hands are working faster now, a tempo of lust, as if I were in her tight warm pussy. She could pump faster but that would not be natural; it must remain natural, for the release is so much stronger. More drops appear and are just as quickly wiped away. Her light pink lips glisten; her eyes now filled with lust. Her delicate but talented hands now begin to twist as they pump. My cock again surges with power. Minutes flow. I am breathing deeper now, my hips beginning to thrust forward. My hands begin to clench and flex. Diane notices this and realizes my moment is arriving. And she does not want to be left out of it. She wants to share, be a part of this, become one with me as I climax. Her breathing is deeper now, gathering air, oxygen, saturating her lungs, filling her body with reserves, for she knows she will need it. She looks up at me apprehensively, "It's going to be a big one, isn't it my sweet?" I look down and nod, my eyes in slits. My cock now swells in hands. She knows I am there. She salivates, licking her lips, her tongue glistening, her hands pumping. I swell again. "NOW!" she cries. "Let it go and flood me." With that I grab her head tightly in my hands. She immediately releases my bulging cock and opens her mouth wide, reaches out with her tongue, begging. Her hands lock firmly behind her back. My cock barely rests on her twitching tongue. I explode in a torrent of hot sperm and semen. Two thick jets shoot squarely into her mouth, splashing over her palate and gathering in the back. I cry out, "YEEEEESSSSSS! YEESSSSSSSS! TAKE IT ALL, Diane, TAKE IT ALL." I pull her cum-filled mouth down over my spurting cock, watching her cheeks bulge outward, filling rapidly with cum and cock. Two, three, four inches of my flesh easily disappear between her full lips. A blot of white appears at one corner, grows thicker, slides slowly down, and forms a long trail down her chin. Still I drive forward into her mouth, eagerly seeking that last tunnel of pleasure. My hips continue to jerk forward, rocking her head back. The trail of cum at her lips has grown into a creek, flowing down her chin. Another breaks at the other corner, mimicking the first. Two trails. WASTED! I pull back slightly, giving her time for one more breath through her nose. Her eyes close in anticipation. She squeezes me once, twice, three times with her bloated lips. Ready! With a final forward thrust I pull her head to me, to my stomach. My cock rapidly disappears in her cum slicked mouth, spreading her lips wide, wider, widest. Sealed! There will be no more waste! Diane has no choice but total surrender. She opens her throat, that tunnel I was seeking, and swallows gulp after gulp of cum, sperm, semen, jizz, white slime, one-eyed viper venom. I see her throat muscles moving and I wait for a short moment for her to make room. Room for me. My cock. Now! I thrust once more, burying my cock to the hilt. I feel it bend downward slightly as it passes the opening, the control point, and lodges there. She has to swallow around it now, milking it of even more cum. The feeling is incredible. She has not moved her arms; her control is absolute. I hold her there for three minutes, totally sealed. She doesn't breathe, but her body was prepared for this. Finally I feel her shake. Her head jerks rapidly around my deflating cock, still lodged in her throat. Her shoulders shake. She is orgasming. Unbelievable! This is my sign. I release her head. With her eyes rolled back she slowly slips off my cock. She takes her time. The last remnants of cum drip from her lips. Strands of thick yellow-white semen attached to the tip spread lazily along her tongue. Involuntarily, she licks her tongue back, gathers this cum, and swallows. Diane continues to lick the cum from her face. She swallows this also. God, what a sight! Finally, she slumps in the chair, exhausted. She grips the arms of her chair for support. My legs wobble as I am fully drained. She turns and looks up at me with a cumflecked smile, and says, "Hey! Are you asleep ar something! You're supposed to be helping me, not floating off into never-never land." I awake!