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Art Museum 1/2 (mf)
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Subject: Art Museum m/f cons
Reply-To: [email protected] (TRANE)
Date: Fri Jul 7 19:37:00 1995
And now for something completely different. Set out below is a tale
of a tryst between two lovers on their way home from the Seattle Art
Museum. What makes it different is that it was a collaboration between
me and a delightful, stunning brunette from Seattle by the alias of
Wildfire Paradise. We crafted the fantasy together over the Throbnet
network, which is available through many BBSes. I've left in the
original message headers, so that you can see who wrote what.
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To: TRANE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Thr
From: WILDFIRE PARADISE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Pt 1 Read: Yes
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Trane Love!
Let me take us into our evening together...
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"I'm so glad you were me tonight, Trane. And I'm really glad
you're with me now!"
The white limo pulls away from the Seattle Art Museum and
heads down the hill toward the ferry terminal.
"You're sparkling tonight, Wildfire...You love this, don't
you?"
"This opening for Dale Chihuly's glass sculptures was
fantastic! I never thought I'd get a chance to talk to him
about his work!" The glass creations and theme pieces had
been dazzling, showcasing theartist's play of light and
varying textures. "I feel so alive--so connected to the world
at events like this! Total rush!"
I run my hand through your long blond hair, noting how the
city's nightlights make it gleam. The waterfront is active,
since it's only 10 p.m. Our driver queues up for the
cross-sound ferry, which finally loads and gets underway.
The driver goes upstairs, as we watch the skyline from the
rear opening of the cardeck. The cityscape after dark is
magical, with the Space Needle twinkling like an alien visitor
hovering over Seattle.
Arm in arm, we walk back to the vehicle. "You look fantastic
in that tux, my love," I tell you as we settle into the plush
back seat. "But let's get more comfortable." I push a button
and the privacy screen between the compartments slides in
place, so we are totally enclosed in the spacious passenger
area.
"That's a wonderful idea," you say and pull me toward you. I
smile and study your handsome face. Absorbing the lust in
your eyes, I part my lips to meet yours. Your heat, hunger,
and desire liquify my entire body, but especially the
pulsating hotspot between my legs. I kick off my heels; you
take off your jacket and loosen your shirt collar.
I twist and turn in the seat, so that I'm kneeling and leaning
against you--leaning into you--my arms around your neck, my
hands in your hair. Your hands travel along the silk of my
short sea-green dress; they caress my ass, run along the
open back of my dress, and move forward to explore my breasts.
I undo your shirt, wanting to feel the contours of your
chest--to feel the power beneath the surface of your skin.
Your hands travel up my legs--to the tops of my silk
stockings, the soft warm flesh above the stocking tops, and my
hot honeypot at the apex. I whisper in your ear, "I took my
panties off before we left SAM...I've been wanting to fuck you
all evening."
I run my tongue along the edge of your ear and nip the lobe
gently. Moving my right hand down, I easily find your massive
hardness. After a quick intake of breath through my pursed
lips, my breathing feels a shade erratic. You never fail to
affect me, and although the visions in my mind are of ripping
your pants off, you temper my ferociousness by undoing the fly
and lifting your hips, as I help slide the material off your
body. I swallow hard as I run the fingers of both hands along
the sides of your shaft, lightly tracing the ridge and tip.
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To: WILDFIRE PARADISE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Thr
From: TRANE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Pt 2 Read: No
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I let you play for a few moments, savoring the sparks of excitement
that course from my loins and set my spine afire. Then, I slide my
hands over your hands and up the backs of your arms, raising your own
hands to my shoulders.
I cup your cheeks with my hands, and then draw your face toward mine,
gently bussing you, and then smiling. Your auburn hair is expertly
swept up in an regal coiffure, and you look stunning. I contemplate
removing the diamond encrusted barrette that holds it in place, but
decide not to. Your cool, elegant mien there in the limousine fills me
with lust far more than would the earthiness of having your hair fly
wildly in our passions.
I renew the kiss, opening my lips and slowly drawing my tongue along
the inside edge of your lips, where your tongue emerges to meet mine. I
let my right hand drop to your neck, and then slide it over to slip your
green frock aside, baring your right shoulder. The upper swell of your
right breast becomes exposed, and I realize that the garment is designed
such that you don't need a bra; my cock lurches at the thought that
beneath the dress you are wearing nothing but the silk stockings and the
garter belt that holds them on.
I lay you back so that you recline along the seat. I lean forward and
kiss you again, passionately, and then press my lips to the the
indentation just below your Adam's apple. Then, with as much agonizing
deliberation as I dare, I slide the dress down your torso, escorted by
the whisper of my lips pressing to your sternum, the inner rise of your
left breast, your stomach, your navel.
My mouth stops there but the dress continues its descent. Even
before the garment reaches your downy vee, I can detect the odor of your
arousal. I remember how embarassed you'd been in the past when I first
mentioned your scent, but your nervous giggling had stopped when I
insisted how much it excited me, proving my point by placing your hand
on my then-erect member.
You raise your hips slightly as the top of the dress now drifts below
the upper line of your pubic hair, and then exposes your entire central
region - your soft hips, the sleek curliness of your pubic hair, the
soft flesh of your burgeoning pussy. I stop the dress at mid-thigh,
drinking in the sight of that area from which I have drawn so much
pleasure. You keep your loins lifted off the seat, but began to slowly
twist your hips and slightly scissor your thighs, a whirlpool trying to
draw me into the vortex of your lust.
With an effort, I draw my eyes up from your lap, across your
magnificent breasts, and look into your dusky eyes. Your smile is gone,
replaced by a heavy-kidded, lustful seriousness. Your mouth is half-
open, as though to draw in extra air to fuel the passionate tryst that
is building. You rub your hand over your breasts, flattening the lust-
tautened nipples, and then glide them along your torso to your thighs,
taking my gaze along with them.
You start to slide the dress the rest of the way down your thighs, but
I stop you. You look at me questioningly. I laugh, "It's a frame - a sea
green frame for the most magnificent work of art I know." My voice is
deep, but soft. Your smile returns.
You leave the dress where it is, and dip your hands down to the
inside of your thighs. Your thighs part by a few inches - as much as
the dress will allow, and your firm ass drops back into the seat. The
slim middle finger of your right hand stiffens, and you lightly touch
the tip to the base of your smoldering slit, almost down to your brown
rosette. With your gaze fixed on my eyes, you bring the finger up along
the gash, and twirl it around your bursting bud.
You then turn your hand over, palm up, and look down at the wettened
finger with a neutral curiosity. You lift your hand, and I dip my head
down and take the dewy finger between my lips, my tongue sliding over
the tip to savor the tangy, intimate juices.
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To: TRANE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Thr
From: WILDFIRE PARADISE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Pt 3 Read: No
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My lust-filled sigh is accompanied by a strong surging of desire that
courses through me as your lips heat my fingertips. You take my hand
and suck each finger, running your tongue along the tips of each digit.
I suck on the index finger of my other hand, running it in and out of my
mouth, along my lips, mimicking the feel of your mouth.
You kiss along the inside of my arm, past the elbow, up to my shoulder,
and down to my breast. You trace circles around the perimeters of the
aureoles, and the skin around my nipples begins to pucker in
anticipation.
You tease my nipples slowly at first with your lips and tongue, making
them quite erect. I kiss your neck and cheek as you suck my nipples,
equally bestowing attention on both breasts. I run my hands through
your hair and caress your scalp, enjoying the sensuality in the texture.
"Oh, Trane; your mouth feels so good!"
You focus on one breast with one hand as I escort your other hand across
my stomach and down between my legs. I rest my hand on top of yours as
you stroke my clit with your fingers. It excites me to feel my hand
down there on top of your hand masturbating me, while your mouth sucks
my tit, pulling on the nipple, coaxing it to send cum-waves to my clit.
I reach out now to take your cock in my hand, which makes me want you so
fucking much. I run my fingers along the shaft, along the ridge of the
head, and along the tip--where I find your lubricant. I glide my finger
into your wetness and bring it to my lips, tasting your most personal
nectar. I lick the length of my palm and return to your erect pahllus.
I stroke him with my hand as your hand and mouth continue to bring me
to my zenith.
The sensations build and I focus on the incredible feelings throughout
my body. You have me fine-tuned and ready to reach crescendo.
"Ohgodyes, ohyes, ohTrane..."
You bring me to orgasm and keep me there, as I writhe uncontrollably
beneath your hand. I lift your lips to mine and kiss you with ferocious
passion, wet hot passion, devouring your lips and tongue with mine.
Your hand remains between my legs, which are impeded in their movement
by the dress that remains only partially pulled down my thighs.
"Please...no more...no more," I try to evade your hand that insists on a
level of suprapleasure.
I sigh with relief and contentment as you finally remove your hand, but
you move quickly, and before I can comprehend your movements, I realize
that you have mounted me in the sixty-nine position! Your tongue dips
down into my quivering pussy, as I lick your big hard cock that is
suspended over my face.
"I love your cock, Trane! Mmmmm, you taste so good..."
You tease me by moving your cock out of reach of my mouth from time to
time, and the ministrations of your mouth on my cunt are driving me
crazy again. The next time you lower your cock to my lips, I take you
and plunge your entire length down my throat. Your gasp and moan are
all the incentive I need to continue to suck you deep in my throat,
feeling additional lubricant arising to help ease your sex down into me.
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To: WILDFIRE PARADISE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Thr
From: TRANE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Pt 4 Read: No
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I enjoy the heat of your wet mouth and throat along the full length
of my hard member, and then reluctantly pull it away from you. I rise to
me knees sufficiently to kick off my pants and shorts, and then fumble
with my cufflinks before removing my jacket and shirt. All the while,
you remain poised on your back, your garter-belted thighs squirming
against one another.
I sit alongside your hip and twist so that my head again hovers over
your groin. I slide your sea green dress down past your knees and
calves, and you raise your right knee to kick the dress off your slim
ankles. I stop you with a firm hand on your calf, and then wrap the
garment around your ankles, locking them together but still permitting
your knees some freedom. Looking up to your gorgeous face, I see your
eyebrow lift in query. "Don't want you to people to get away," I mutter.
My head again descends to your furry mound. The trimmed beard of my
chin brushes through your pubic vee. I rest my cheek there and rub
slowly, permitting myself an occasional nip of your curled nether hair.
My lips and teeth descend slowly, a centimeter at a time, while my left
hand curls under your thigh and ascends between your slightly parted
legs. My right hand glides up along the ridge of your hip and over your
flat stomach, coming to rest on your firm right breast. I capture the
nipple at the join of my thumb and forefinger and slowly pull the nubbin
toward me.
Your left hand clutches my hard cock, which now is throbbing with
renewed ferver, and presses it against the side of your left tit,
rubbing the leaking tip over your nipple and aureole.
As you do so, my lips peak at thr rise of your soft mons and kiss
chastely at the upper opening of your slit. As your hips rise and thighs
part further, the thumb and middle finger of my exploring left and
deftly pry apart the lips to your sodden pussy. My tongue peeks forth
and slides along the swollen outer lips of your gash, tracing only the
outer edges. As your loins lift again, I finally grant surcease to your
frustrations, and allow my tongue to swirl around your bursting bud. As
you groan and press my shaft harder against your lust-swollen breast, my
tongue slides off your clit and the tip probes at the fleshy swell
between the button and the opening to your love tunnel.
Your hips rise to corral my tongue and force me inside you, but I
resist, just flicking the tip back and forth across the entrance. I wait
until your hips subside, and then I dive forward, stiffening my tongue
and driving it almost an inch inside your sopping hole. Before you can
raise your ass off the leather car seat again, I slide the stiffened
oral member along your furrow, again flicking it to the side while
descending. At the base, I purse my lips and capture a small node of
moistened skin, sucking it into my mouth and tugging lightly. My chin
presses against the top of the slit, the jungle of my soft beard
maddening your electrified clit.
My tongue now eases between my lips and again strokes along the
valley of your labia, making random forays inside to tease you. My head
pulls slightly away, and then descends further, the path eased by the
two fingers of my hand that spread your buttocks. Now my tongue laps at
the bottom of your pussy furrow and then rims your tight anus. You
audibly chirp in surprise and pleasure. I then lave the inner reach of
each taut ass cheek, and you literally tremble with pleasure.
With broad cross-strokes, my tongue returns to the base of your
pussy, and unabashedly stiffens and worms its way into your snug chasm.
I extend it as far as it can go and swirl it around, as though cleansing
the walls of your sweet secretions that threaten to overflow your well.
I pulse into and out of the sopping hole with one firm edge of my tongue
pressed along the roof, giving access to two of the fingers of my left
hand to curl around and dip into the flowering passage.
My right hand continues to cup and caress your right nipple, pinching
and pressing against it, worrying the hard nubbin while sending streaks
of lighning straight to your spine. My hips involuntarily rock, sending
my hard cock against your full left breast. A streak of my pre-cum
trails from the nipple down to the base of your collarbone.
My lips again purse and my fingers slide up your hot furrow to pull
the hood away from your throbbing clit. I now suck in the charged bud,
with the tip of my tongue lapping with microscopic movements across the
surface. Your right hand, which up to now had been springing freely with
your passion over your head, now lurchs down and grabs the blonde locks
at the top of my head, forcing my mouth more firmly on your bursting
fleshbutton. I hollow my cheeks and draw your slit fully inside my
mouth, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing - over and over and
over again. My fingers stiffen and drive deeper into your engorged
pussy, adding a third digit to the two that had been in there.
Your legs now kick and you catch the ankle-trapping dress on the
handle of the far door. As you jerk them back, the green frock slides
off, you and you breathe a sigh of gratitude. Your right leg, long and
slim, kicks up to the side to open your loins to me fully. Your fingers
clenching my hair drive me further into your sopping loins, then wrestle
my clit-torturing head up and down along your pussy slit. The pace of
your writhing hips increases, driving your tangy taste further onto my
restless tongue....
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To: TRANE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Thr
From: WILDFIRE PARADISE Stat: Public
Subj: Sam pt 5 Read: No
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My tits jiggle as I grind my hips against your face and probing fingers.
Your
cock glances across my left nipple as your tongue glides across my clit.
I
feel the release of preorgasmic wetness flooding my pussy, lubricating
your
fingers in their internal massage.
"Oh god, Trane, yes, suck me...That feels so fucking fantastic!"
I grasp your cock with my left hand and rub the head quickly back and
forth
across my nipple, lubricated with the fluid seeping from your engorged
sex.
You continue to suck and release my clit and fuck me with your fingers.
"Ohfuckyes, yes, fuck me, make me come...I want your cock...I want to
suck your
cock."
To give your tongue and lips a rest, you bring down your right hand to
frolic
in my playground, sliding and gliding your fingers along my throbbing
wet clit.
I moan with this change of pace; you are deliberately prolonging my
appointment with climax, manually controlling the surging and ebbing of
my
sexual tides.
I become briefly aware of the faint droning of the great ferryboat
engines,
barely audible from our private chamber inside the limosine. But it is
quickly
forgotten, as you remove your left-hand fingers from my hole and begin
to
stroke my slit with your right-hand fingers, swimming in my pool of
arousal.
You dip two fingers deep inside me and pull them out, bringing them to
my
parted lips.
I smell my scent on your hand and taste myself on your fingers as you
plunge
them into my mouth. "Suck your juices off me, Wild. Lick my fingers
clean of
your cunt juices!"
My deep sighs of lust and my fervor at your fingertips send surges to
your
cock, too. You guide me into a new position so that you are on your
back, with
access to my pussy, and now I can down your previously unreachable cock.
I skip all preliminaries and immediately plunge down on his entire
length,
pressing the last inches down my throat. I note with pleasure and
satisfaction
your audible gasp and intake of breath. I cup your balls, lifting and
pressing
them up against my nose, then massaging and releasing them. I caress
the
insides of your thighs, as I slowly twist up and off your big beautiful
cock,
then begin to lick and suck his swollen head.
"Mmmmm...your cock tastes so good, Trane," I murmur, and lick the rim of
your
cockhead.
"And your mouth feels so fucking good on my cock!" you finish with a
gasp, as I
pop your plump cockhead back into my mouth.
You grab my hips and lower my pulsating pussy to your face, licking in
one long
stroke from my clit to my ass. You feel the vibrations from my rumbling
groan
along the shaft of your dick, submerged deep in my throat.
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To: WILDFIRE PARADISE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Thr
From: TRANE Stat: Public
Subj: Sam pt 6 Read: No
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As you hover over me, my lips clasp the loose skin at the base of your
succulent slit, rolling the wrinkled flesh between my lips and tongue.
As it slides over your labia, my tongue tip darts into your seeping
hole, wriggling along your sweet walls.
During this attack, my thumb remains lightly poised over your
throbbing clit. It presses and rubs along the bud's skin-covered side,
tracing a half-arc in its path. Your hips churn the node against my
hand, cajoling me to press harder against it.
My wandering tongue resumes its trail at the pit of your pussy,
laving over the sides of your ass cheeks, and then rising further,
lapping again at your crinkled anus. You raise your head off my sopping
cock and groan, rocking back against my tongue with tightly clenched
eyes. Most men are too prissy to lick you there, but you knew that I
would not be so restrained. The tip probes against the periwinkle, which
you relax. I curl my tongue into a tight shaft and enter your ass
slightly. The unaccustomed sensation, the knowledge that my lust for you
knows no bounds - and the raw nastiness of the act - all combine to send
an electric shudder through your sexy body.
My tongue probes in again and again, then swirls lightly at the edge
of your nether portals. You hear the ferry's bells clang in some far
off, other existence, accompanying my salacious, dirty attentions. You
shriek, your high-pitched wail echoing in the leather-upholstered sedan.
I make two more invasions, and then retreat, contenting myself with
broad stripes of my wet tongue along the inside of your ass cheeks and
quivering thighs.
While your hand lightly jacks my thick, hard cock, my attention
returns to your increasingly liquid cunt. Turning my head slightly, I
suck voraciously across the width of your lips, which threaten to suck
me into the vortex of your wet passions. I mouth the labia with
increasing fervor, and leap from spot to erogenous spot throughout your
loins - a tug on your clit, a lap at the opening of your sweet chasm, a
deep probe of your channel with my hungering tongue.
You open your eyes and gaze down at the rod you are clenching in your
hand. You smile as you see my pre-cum flowing in a small stream out of
the tip, and drop your head to lay your tongue against the seeping hole.
The flat of your pink tongue gantly laves the wet helmet, soaking in my
essences. Then, your pink lips close over the end, and you suction in
the white fluid with drawn-in cheeks. Now it is my turn to groan in time
with the ferry's bells.
You rock back again against my face, guiding your clit over my lips.
I capture the protective labial hood and the succulent clit inside
pursed lips, guarded at one end up the top of my own tongue. Maintaining
the pressure, I slowly work my face in a tight circle, carrying your bud
with me all the while. The pull of tongue and your own flesh against the
button nearly sends you over the top.
You writhe and jerk, and the button slides out from underneath your
guarding labia. I press forward to re-capture it, sucking in even harder
on my prisoner, the little man-in-a-boat.
I repeat my circling motion, but now reach around your thigh with
stiffened fingers, and slide two inside your parted, flowering lips.
Your hips jerk up and away from them in surprise, but - with a moan from
your pursed lips which still gently suck at my leaking cock tip - you
drop your loins back on my hand, not coincidentally increasing the tug
of my mouth on your charged clit.
My fingers stroke into your quivering quim slowly, patiently. Your
hips toss in frustration. I move the two fingers from side-to-side as
they enter and withdraw, and you rock with them, trying to increase the
sensation. I remove them fully, leaving them poised at the outer edges
of your raw lips. Just as you began to drop your hips back against me, I
add a third finger, and slam the trio fully up into your cunt, my
knuckles pressing against the join of my lips and your labia-covered
clit.
You slurp again at my cock, taking in the remainder of my seeping
pre-cum. Lifting your head, you rub the tip of my throbbing member over
your high, model's cheekbone. With lust-glazed eyes, you look down along
our torsos to my juice-drenched face and murmur...
(continued next post)
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