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Archive name: nitelove.txt (MF, rom, oral)
Authors name: The Sensualist (tdpz1974@yahoo.com)
Story title : A Night of Love

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A Night of Love (MF, rom, oral)
by The Sensualist (tdpz1974@yahoo.com)

***

A woman gives a man a beautiful night of lovemaking.

***

The room was dimly lit. He could see little except the 
lithe outline of her frame.  She stood there in front 
of him, the woman he had always desired and hungered 
for, now totally his, totally devoted to serving his 
pleasure.  

Who was she? It didn't seem to matter, looking at her 
youthful, slender figure sparked a surge of affection 
in him. It didn't matter where he was, who she was, why 
they were in this room together. He let his mind and 
his caution lean back, relaxing in the august radiance 
of her presence. 

She was wearing a long red gown, giving her the 
appearance of a fountain. Her smooth, silken black hair 
stretched out behind her. Her face, as flawless and 
beautiful as the evening sunset, gazed at him with deep 
affection in her dark brown eyes.  She stood there, 
perhaps three feet in front of him. He gazed at the 
perfection of that calm, peaceful looking face, at the 
softness of her cheeks, the brightness of her smile.  

She pulled something and her skirt fell off. Underneath 
it, she had on a red, very thin bikini. The bra was 
only a short triangle covering her nipples and very 
little else; the thong was a little patch covering her 
pubic hair, and a T-shaped strap up the crack of her 
ass. He could now see her form, and he felt the desires 
stirring within him. Her waist, her beautiful waist, 
turned inward invitingly, and long he stared at that 
perfectly flat, smooth tummy. Her legs were even more 
of a marvel, curved sinuously, like a river coiling 
through the desert, every part of it arousing his 
senses with his sight. She turned round for him, 
wiggling her body from side to side.  

She bent to the ground and approached him, on hands and 
knees until she was at his feet. Then she rose. Her 
body was right in front of him now, he could smell the 
sweetness of her perfume, see her tender skin moving in 
front of him. Closer and closer her chest moved towards 
him. 

And then, her bra came off. Her breasts, generously 
sized but not large, were inches from his eyelids. He 
drank in the sight of them, staring at their round, 
delightful appearance. She swayed her hips, tantalizing 
him, leading his eyes to the small patch between her 
legs.  Her fingers strode down that lovely body, 
pulling down at the slender G-string, revealing at last 
the glistening shine of her pubic hair and the twin 
folds of her pussy. 

He was staring at her now, staring with raw, 
undisguised, animal lust for her. She smiled knowingly, 
and once again sank down to her knees.  He felt her 
body brush up against his lower legs. Slowly, each part 
of his body was enveloped in her warm naked body. She 
slithered up him, hands stroking his chest, and he put 
his arms on her body, desperate for the soft smoothness 
she had there. 

His hands were on her breasts. He could touch them, 
freely, without hesitation, without limit, without 
refusal, enjoying their soft, spongelike sensation in 
his hands. She smiled at him, gently, and slid further 
up his body, her mouth in front of his.  

He drew her naked body over his. Dutifully she 
undressed him. He lay there, passively, enjoying the 
touch of her fingers on his flesh, the soft hands 
awakening his skin. She pulled off his shirt and gently 
stroked his chest, sending waves of desire through it. 
His erection was plainly visible now. She undid his 
belt and took his pants off, stroking his legs a 
little. Finally she pulled off his underwear, already 
wet from semen that had started to leak. 

His cock was rock-hard with animal desire for her. He 
wanted her, to possess that body, to own it, to explore 
its delights, its touches, its tastes, its scents. She 
stood there, naked, showing no sign of embarrassment at 
his lust. Touching her hand to his shoulder, she nudged 
him and he rolled over. Soon her hands were stroking 
his back. 

Her hands were so soft, so gentle, they felt like a 
healing solace. She gently caressed his back with the 
lightest of touches, inflaming his feelings still more. 
He moaned as her fingers tantalized him, sliding down 
his sides towards his stomach. Slowly her hands settled 
on his buttocks, gently squeezing them, playing with 
them, even nudging the side of her palm a little down 
his crack. She spread his legs out wide and began to 
stroke it. 

There was always something magical about a female hand 
on his private parts. He felt himself getting excited 
as she stroked his inner thighs, and as she touched his 
balls from behind he nearly jumped with ecstasy.  She 
stroked his balls and groin for a while, saying 
softly....I love you... 

Then he rolled over. His naked body lay exposed beneath 
hers. Her hands began to massage his stomach, softly, 
gently, lighting him up like wildfire. He thought he 
would die of desire, as he lay there, exposed, open, 
his raging passion open for her to see, nonchalantly.  
Her hands felt like electric currents upon his skin, 
lighting a trail of glory in their wake. 

She began to stroke the inside of his legs. He was very 
sensitive inside his legs, and with each move of the 
hand his body leaped. Her hands against his skin felt 
like magic. She stroked the inside of his cock, hands 
as light as a feather, fondling it, caressing it, 
stroking it soothingly.  He closed his eyes and let 
waves of pleasure rush over him, the peaceful warmth 
which only a sweet girl's hands can bring to a man. His 
balls felt a tingling sensation as she cupped them in 
her hands and played with them. 

She pushed his legs further apart to be able to fondle 
his groin more easily. Her fingers lovingly stroked 
between his legs, behind his balls. He moaned with 
pleasure as he felt the cum inside him gathering, 
wanting to soak her hands on it, see his white mark on 
her luscious skin. Sensing this, she moved her hands 
away from his throbbing dick.  

Kneeling down, her hands caressed his stomach again, up 
his chest, stroking his face. He felt her breasts 
rubbing his chest, his cock sliding against her 
stomach. She deftly lifted her hips up to keep him from 
climaxing then and there. Slowly she slid, her nude 
body writhing on his, until her lips were directly 
opposite his. 

He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds, then closed 
them as he felt her lips touch his, then press into him 
firmly. He felt his temperature rising. Honey and milk 
are under your tongue, and the roof of your mouth is 
like the best wine, he thought blissfully as he wrapped 
his arms around her tightly.  Her tongue mingled with 
his, exploring his mouth, probing it, and his tongue 
thrust into her mouth, feeling its warm inviting 
flavor. 

This was paradise, a touch of heaven, an ecstasy 
compressed into human flesh and living in human touch. 
The perkiness of her breasts against his chest, the 
tantalizing scent of her perfume, the warmth inside her 
mouth, all this made him feel warm, protected, safe, 
sheltered from the hungers and pains of the world 
outside.  

He leaned back, dreamily, and let her explore his body 
with her tongue.  She nuzzled to the sides of his head, 
slowly drawing her tongue around his ears, lifting her 
cheek to them and gurgling. Her tongue, moving as 
seductively as any serpent, slithered over to his face, 
and he felt the comforting wetness against his face, 
massaging him, stroking him, bringing lights into his 
eyes.  

She rose still higher, and there they were, before his 
eyes, her two luscious breasts. He stared at them 
hungrily, then leeringly moved his mouth closer and 
closer to them. She did not resist; instead, she pushed 
them into his mouth, cradling his head against her as 
if he was an infant. 

Suck it....the words were barely a whisper, but he 
scarcely needed to hear them. Holding her strongly 
against him, he drank in the luscious taste of those 
breasts. He nuzzled there for a long time, sucking and 
licking, as she softly kissed his forehead and stroked 
his hair. He let his eyes wander up, and stared up at 
her, her breast firmly ensconced in his mouth. She 
smiled at him, compassionately, and he redoubled his 
efforts. 

At last he had drank his fill. He let go of her breasts 
and laid down on the bed, sighing dreamily. But she was 
not finished with him yet.  She slid her body down, on 
top of him, down, kissing his neck, laying a trail of 
kisses and nibbles across his chest, until her mouth 
closed around his nipples. Now it was her turn to graze 
there, nuzzling at his nipples, rapidly flicking her 
tongue back and forth over them, feeling his body start 
to writhe and wriggle underneath her. 

Slowly she moved down further. Her lips and tongue 
played on his belly, circled his navel, but she knew 
the part of his body he wanted. She slid down to the 
ground, kneeling before him, in a reverent position.  
His dick was there, in front of her face, rock-hard, 
proud and insolent in its insatiable lust for her. She 
smiled, smiled at the writhing member hungry for her 
lips, smiled at the dribbles of precum down the shaft, 
forming a little pool at the bottom.  

She kissed his cock affectionately, pecking his glans 
with her lips, then pursing them together. He moaned, 
louder again. Then she took her tongue out further and 
swirled it around his dick. He felt her tongue massage 
him and nearly burst with excitement. There she was, a 
beautiful naked girl kneeling before him, her face down 
in his genitals, licking and kissing his most private 
parts, giving him all the pleasure he could possibly 
want.  

Now her tongue licked the base of his cock, slowly 
going up the back of it, spreading desire and passion 
through his body like wildfire. He wanted this girl, 
wanted to possess her, wanted to feel her delights all 
over him. He reveled at the fact that her tongue was 
down there, between his legs, licking his cock like a 
banjo, making him moan, pant, salivate, let himself 
totally feel at one with the lust of the moment.  

Her tongue could not be stopped. Down and down his cock 
it went, and he felt his balls starting to writhe as 
she licked them, oblivious to his hair. He could hardly 
believe his senses when he felt her mouth envelop his 
scrotum, taking one ball into her mouth, sucking on it, 
nibbling on it, then pushing it out and eagerly hunting 
for the next. His balls in her mouth! He revelled in 
the sensation, the tingling sensation, the little 
tickles that sent delightful ripples into his sac and 
loins. 

Her tongue was like a balm, a soother, a soft wet 
magical love that brought ecstasy to every particle to 
his skin. Now she was nuzzling between his legs, 
licking his groin very slowly, massaging his inner 
thighs. He found himself giggling foolishly, unable to 
contain himself, basking in her attentions. 

She rolled him over. He felt her face grazing his ass. 
Kiss my ass, he whispered, and soon the soft pucker of 
her lips was there. Her lips on his bare ass - the mere 
thought made each kiss a dollop of tender love.  
Anticipation burned in him like fire. Her hands moved 
to his buttocks and her gentle fingers slowly drew them 
apart. He felt the hot breath inside him and knew that 
could mean only one thing. 

Her tongue entered his asshole. 

The sensation that arises when a woman's tongue is 
licking inside a man's ass cannot be easily described. 
Perhaps the best metaphor is that of a wheel of 
pleasure, a loosening that turns the insides into jelly 
and the mind into a blazoned electrode of passion. 
Waves of sensations spread from his ass, deep inside 
him, into the depths of his body and soul. He screamed, 
and screamed again, unable to contain himself, scarcely 
able to fathom the waves of raw joy that permeated his 
being.  Her tongue probed deeper, deeper, impossibly 
deeply into his asshole, with no hint of hesitation or 
shame or prudery.  

She knew his body could not contain itself much longer. 
Rolling him over, she looked knowingly at his cock, by 
now rock-hard, dripping with precum, quivering and 
shaking. She moved her lips closer to it, then paused 
just above it. She looked straight into his eyes and 
smiled, and he almost collapsed, unable to comprehend 
the magnificence unfolding on him. Then she uttered 
four unforgettable words: 

I wanna drink it. 

The state of his mind as her mouth enveloped his cock 
shattered all preconceptions of reality. As the soft 
wet warmth enveloped his genitals he was only aware of 
desire, hungry desire, naked desire, the will to live, 
to breathe, to cum. His body pulsed. Her lips were firm 
but soft and yielding, her tongue seductive, her saliva 
a juice of wild pleasure.

Even afterwards, the moment of ejaculation seemed like 
a dream. It hardly seemed real, his cum flowing into 
her mouth. The thought of her tongue, painted white, 
with the signal of his lust only made each thrust more 
of a miracle, more of an explosion. Her head rolled 
with each thrust, expertly taking each one, writhing 
with him as his moment unfurled. 

What can describe an orgasm of blinding intensity? In 
that moment reality ceases to exist. Dreams and 
consciousness become one. All senses, all feelings, all 
thought and deed is subordinate to the driving 
imperatives of love, lust, and desire.  

He lay there, panting, spent, and exhausted, but she 
was not finished with him yet. She slid up his body 
again, lying with her face opposite his. She opened her 
mouth, and he saw the white pool there, the symbol of 
his passions inside her. She closed her mouth and 
ostentatiously swallowed, looking at him straight in 
the eye and smiling as he heard the gurgling sound. 

Overcome with emotion, he collapsed into her arms, 
clasping him against her, holding her body tightly 
against his. He would never let her go.  She cradled 
him against her and rocked him gently until they both 
fell asleep, lying there, naked, in each others' arms. 

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of 
the hands of children. They should be outside playing 
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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