("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Michael by Sandra (andoverblonde@hotmail.com) *** He must have been 6'3" and at least 210 lean pounds. He moved with a quiet confidence that I found irresistible. (MF, rom, oral) *** It was funny. I really couldn't take my eye off the beautiful beast. He must was 6'3", and at least 210 lean pounds. He moved with a quiet confidence that I found irresistible. Actually, I found the whole package irresistible. His tussled hair, deep brown eyes, powerful arms, and tight hard body all demanded attention. The main questions were, could I get him alone and could trust him to be discreet. I don't think getting him alone for 20 minutes or so tonight would be that hard, but the other question was more difficult to answer. Men can be so tricky; they love to brag about their conquests - even when they are the conquest! It would be a nightmare for me if he ever told anyone. I had a few words I could share that might make him keep a secret - my heart told me I had to go for it. Getting him alone would be easy. This is a birthday party, the lights are low, and everyone has been or is dancing. I simply walked up to him and said that a few things needed gathering before the cake and prezzies, and that he could help me get them. Of course he couldn't make a big deal about this - we wouldn't want the birthday girl to know what was going on. I asked him to follow me out back. To my great joy no one saw us leave. He followed me around the side of the house, through the back yard, and to the shed. "I just bought this dress, Michael, do you like it?" I whispered as I entered the shed. With the blood pounding in my head I didn't hear the answer. It didn't matter anyway, I liked it. It was slightly inappropriate for the party, sure, but it was still a sweet white cocktail dress with a plunge neckline, asymmetrical skirt, and a beaded contrast at the bodice. I topped the outfit off with 3-inch high heel sandals with jeweled upper lace-ups. I knew from the looks at the party that I looked good. "Should we turn the light on?" Michael asked. "Be quiet," I replied and added, "Shake your head if you can keep a secret?" When he shook his head I pulled him to me and kissed him firmly on his mouth. At first he was a bit reluctant but he left that feeling behind when I pulled his hand to one of my breasts. I've always been proud of their shape and could tell that Michael felt the same way. I was happy to feel him becoming so enthusiastic with our kissing and petting but we didn't really have much time. While some feel that it is slightly degrading, I have always felt a sense of power when kneeling in front of a lover. I'm not sure how Michael felt about it, but he didn't complain when I positioned myself in front of him, undid his belt, opened his zipper, and pulled a very proud and hard penis from his pants. God bless tall proportionate men! Although (to some extent) size doesn't matter, I love when I can wrap both hands along a shaft and still take enough into my mouth to make a man squirm. Michael didn't disappoint at all! I was able to stroke him with both hands while pulling, sucking, and nibbling on him with my mouth. I love the feel of a penis just before it explodes. The swelling of the head, the hardening of the shaft, the beating of the veins. Michael was working quickly toward that point as he held firm my head and thrust into my mouth. When he finally came he came with such force that I could barely keep it all. But I did, and I could see him looking down at me, making eye contact while I swallowed all he had given me. He cupped my face with his large hands and guided me to my feet. And though I enjoyed the tenderness of the moment, I was far from done. I continued to stroke him with my hands and pulled him toward me. I had long removed my underwear and had been physically ready for him before we even made it to the shed. He was on me before I even finished the sentence, "You have to fuck me now". With my butt up against a shelf, and my legs around his waist, and my right hand guiding his penis toward me, I knew I wouldn't be waiting long. There is that moment - just as you feel a hot spongy head slide between your lips - that I would like to savor forever. Michael wasn't interested in making it last long at all. With his full weight I felt him try to push into me. At first I was a bit too tight for him, but Michael was a very goal oriented fellow. Within minutes he had (literally) forced his length into me and was thrusting as only an athlete can! His hands gripping my bottom, his ribcage pushing my legs apart, I felt him push ever deeper into me with each trust. God this was heaven! A big man, fucking me with long and hard thrusts, while the rest of the world knew nothing. He surprised me when my first orgasm erupted. Instead of continuing to fuck me, he pushed deep inside and then rubbed my clit with his thumb! This put me over the edge and sent into a second orgasm. When I caught my breath he continued. I love a man that can go for a long time, but I didn't expect it from Michael. He pumped rapidly for five, maybe ten more minutes, before he clutched me and exploded inside me. For my part, I drifted between orgasms all the while loving being his plaything. In the moonlight from the window I could see nothing but perfection. I wanted this to last, but we had to get back to the party. So back we went - Michael split off to get the cart with the cake and prezzies, I went off to compose myself. We met in the kitchen and went back to the party together. There was a general scream of 'surprise', some laughter and applause, and then Michael spoke. "Surprise baby," he said to my daughter, "Your Mom and I put this together for you. Happy Birthday!" I really hope she keeps him around for a while. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 36