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Art Museum 2/2 (mf)
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Subject: Art Museum Part 2 of 2
Reply-To: [email protected] (TRANE)
Date: Fri Jul 7 19:37:00 1995
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From: WILDFIRE PARADISE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Throb
To: TRANE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Part 7 Read: Yes
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"I see the shipyard lights, Trane. We're almost home...Here comes the
driver!"
"Does he have your address?" you ask.
"Yes, but..."
"Then forget about him, sweet Wildfire. Put him out of your mind. I
intend to finish what I started...I'll play you until you go through the
sunroof of this limo."
"Through the sunroof?" I laugh. "Wouldn't that be an interesting
Bremerton vision?"
"I want you to remember this night for a long, long time."
"I'd never forget an evening with you, Trane -- ever!"
You stroke my skin then lower your head back down to my pussy, where you
elicit a sharp intake of breath from me, as you suck in my overexcited
clit. I feel your lips pulling at her and around her, and my nerves
seem to focus *down there*.
The fingers of your one hand had never left my cunt, and now they resume
their massaging of my insides, touching wells of pleasure deep inside
me. Your insistent sucking and licking of my clit quickens and I feel
the resultant sensations begin.
From my center being, I feel everything focusing, as I inhale your cock
with one swift motion catching your attention for a brief few seconds.
As my feelings increase way down inside, my attentions to the sucking of
your stiff cock become more frantic. I can sense the tensing of muscles
in various parts of you body - - tensing in expectation of future
projections.
"I want to make love to you, Trane...God, let me fuck you and come with
your cock deep inside me...please!"
You smile at the need in my voice and my request, and you reposition
yourself on the wide limo seat so that you are sitting upright with me
straddling your lap, facing you. You kiss me firmly, hungrily, smearing
my sex scent all over my mouth. I ease down slowly onto your extended
cock, a little at a time, wanting the entry to be prolonged and sensual.
I want to feel every centimeter of your hard dick as he presses against
my clit and enters my pussy. I want to feel him pushing into me, into
my depths--hot, smooth, hard, and alive. As he penetrates me, I close
my eyes and part my lips to take in oxygen that I had been forgetting to
inhale due to the fucking overwhelming euphoria of being filled with
you.
My head drops back as your hands explore my tits, while your sex probes
my body. The buildup to my crescendo regains its strength, and I feel
my body go on full alert. I rock my hips to gently grind against you,
feeling the pressure on my clit and inside my cunt. Just a gentle
rocking friction with your cock filling me, stuffing me full of you.
I barely notice that the car has started and we are moving through town
now. Shadows of streetlights and headlights play across the interior of
the limo, and my soft moans begin as your lips and tongue play with my
nipples.
"Oh god Trane...Oh god, yes...Suck me -- suck my tits. Oh fuck!
yes...I'm gonna come...make me come...yesss..."
And I feel the almost painful ecstasy burst and spread to all the
pleasure points of my body -- all across my skin -- through every fiber
that breathes. My orgasm and I go screaming into the night, filling the
back compartment of the vehicle with animalistic noises.
As I go beyond the maximum orgasm, I begin to hump you with obsessive
passion. No rational thoughts are present as I fuck you for the sheer
pleasure it brings my body. I continue this frantic pace until you ...
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From: TRANE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Throb
To: WILDFIRE PARADISE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Part 8 Read: No
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... sense you're stuck just below another peak, writhing atop me
almost to the point of rendering your inner flesh sore. I grasp your
hips and slow your hips' squirming, but continue my oral attack on your
full tits, lapping and sucking at the pink nubbins. The swollen tip of
my cock rests just inside your lust-swollen portals, and I move it in
torturous intervals of only an inch or two.
You moan at me in frustration. "Give it to me again, Trane." Your
lips find mine again and your tongue slides into my mouth and slavers
over mine. Breathily, you pant, "Give it all to me."
I resist your pleas, keeping you at the precipice of another
explosion. My strong hands masterfully lift and rotate your hips and
buttocks, making sure that each charged square millimeter of the first
two inches of your sopping pussy is caressed and explored. Your moans
into my mouth increase in pitch, as you find your passion rising again,
but slowly. Slyly, almost imperceptibly, I allow my rigid cock to slide
an inch deep, then another. Your squirming increases and your hands
clutch tightly at my shoulders. Even in your lustful near-intoxication,
you wonder if I'll allow you - take you - to your next climax. How hard
will you have to work to get there?
Suddenly, you feel me lift your hips well into the air, pulling you
fully off my cock. Your breath catches in surprise and disappointment. I
quickly slide myself underneath your widespread legs so that my ass is
on the car floor and my head is poised before your suspended loins. You
grab the back of leather seat, at the top. My hands grasp your ass and
pull your wet, hungering, empty pussy into my face.
You groan in bliss as you feel my mouth capture your clit and labia
and the upper peak of your pussy - in one ravenous attack. With my
tongue extended, tickling the upper opening of your cavern, my mouth
sucks strenuously at the throbbing bud. You feel the heat in your loins
rise, as though it were a blast furnace newly ignited. Just then, four
of my left hand's stiffened fingers drive up into your succulent tunnel,
the edges of my hands pressing at the edges of the portals. My hand
strokes in and out in sychronization to my oscillating sucking on your
fevered clit.
The blast furnace is stoked further, exploding into ecstacy like the
sun - which then goes supernova. Your fingers dig into the the soft
leather upholstery of the limousine and your cries echo throughout our
moving love chamber. Hips jerking into my face, you squeeze your thighs
around my cheeks and jaw in time with your climactic contractions. I
savor the tangy juices that pulse over my fingers and tongue and into my
mouth. My lips remain tightly clamped around your bucking clit, sucking
gently along with each spasm.
As your orgasm starts to subside, I place my right hand under your
ass and lift you again, keeping my stiff left hand up inside you. With
a quick, dolphin-like kick, I push myself back up between your legs and
onto the seat. My left hand withdraws quickly, only to be replaced
almost instantly with my still turgid cock as you drop back onto my lap.
Your continuing pulsations welcome that thick rod of which you're so
fond, as you gleefully finish your climax, your mouth nuzzling into the
side of my neck.
Although your eyes remain closed, you cannot suppress that broad
grin that bursts from your lips. I smile contentedly myself.
You pull your head back and smile at me beatifically. I can't
believe how elegant you still look despite the strenuousness of our
lovemaking. Kissing me soundly, hungrily, gratefully, you gaze into my
eyes and moan, "Well, if you're still hard, I think we have just enough
time before the limo gets us home to..."
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From: WILDFIRE PARADISE Conf: (401) Fantasy-Throb
To: TRANE Stat: Public
Subj: SAM Part 9--Coming Home! Read: Yes
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...play Puppet Theatre!" I laugh.
You give me that look of mock exasperation--the one you use to indicate
that I've lost my mind--and ask me "What the hell are you up to now?"
I rummage through a small pack I brought with me and pull out a rubbery,
tentacled, monsterlike fingerpuppet. "Voila!" I exclaim, smiling
widely. "Le French tickler!"
I bounce excitedly in your lap, squeezing your cock internally, then
kiss you happily on the lips. My eyes sparkle with mischief when I get
into these playful moods, and you can't help but laugh with me. You
stare at me for a moment, then slide your hand behind my neck to draw me
to you for a long, fierce kiss. Your lips surround mine and your tongue
dips in to mingle with mine.
You ferocious passion makes me catch my breath, as I lose myself once
again to your kiss, basking in your arms, filled with you. My breasts
press against your muscular chest--content in their imprisonment.
It always pleases me to have such a secure lover who is willing to try
just about anything without feeling threatened by my playfulness. This
time with the tickler is no exception. "May I put it on you, Trane?
Please, please, please?" I beg you so very sweetly.
"Of course--if you're sure you know what you're in for, Wild...That
thing is gonna add even more thickness to my cock. Do you think you can
handle it all?"
"Well...I don't know," I say slowly and contemplatively. But then I
look up with that twinkle in my eyes and say, "What the hell! I'm
willing to be a sport and give it a try!" I smile and lick my lips in
anticipation of the new sensations we're about to explore.
"Where did you get this anyway?"
"Downtown at the porno shop...They had them in the case by the front
counter. I was the only woman in there, as usual, and there were 3
other guys browsing. The guy behind the counter looked a little
poleaxed when I pointed at the ticklers and asked him what they were
for! His answer wasn't quite coherent," I laugh.
You shake your head and draw me forward. Your kiss is supercharged with
serious passion, and now I leave my playfulness behind. My mood has
returned to insatiable desire for you, your body, and your sex. I want
you deeper and deeper inside me--part of me. I press myself to you,
wanting to be in you.
"Slide that little monster on my cock," you murmur in my ear. "I want to
fuck you hard and show you what you're playing around with."
I raise myself up to slide off your erection. Then I apply the tickler
to the head of your cock and roll the sheath along the length of your
shaft. The tentacles on the head of the tickler wiggle, taunting me.
I am so damn wet by now that I don't really need additional lubrication,
but between the size of your cock and the additional dimensions added
with the tickler, I add some Astroglide to be sure I have no physical
hangups.
"There...OK. Let's try it!" I position myself over your immense dick
and lower myself slowly. Upon contact with my pussy, the rubbery toy
feels odd at first, but the texture is interesting and parts of it
tickle places along my cunt as it enters me internally. I close my eyes
as the pleasurable sensations hit me fully, and you take my breasts--one
in each hand--and suck my nipples with a frenzy that drives me crazy.
I slide up and down along your covered cock, getting so many new
massaging feelings inside. I am unsure at first about the foreigner
inside me, but gradually as the rubber warms, so do I. And the feeling
is outrageous. Between the tickler inside me and your mouth tickling my
tits, I feel the pressure of another climax building. Before I realize
that I am reaching another huge orgasm so soon, the feeling arrives at
breaking point and I explode with pleasure, fucking your cock with fast
bucking motions--I am so on fire on that I just can't seem to get the
rhythm fast enough. It is impossible for you to try to suck my nipples
at this pace, so you let go of my breasts and let me ride you at my own
pace, slamming up and down on your magnificent cock until I finish in
shudders, slumped against you.
You hold me to you for 1 or 2 seconds, then roll me over on my back.
Taking off the tickler, you return your cock to my depths, still quaking
from my orgasm, and finish fucking me hard and strong. Pumping in and
out of me, faster, faster, harder and deeper--your cock feels so damn
huge inside me. "Fuck me, Trane, yes, yes..." I gasp, able only to hang
on for the ride that will bring you to climax this time. With the
little strength I have left, I focus attention on my internal muscles to
caress you as you dip into my cunt. The rhythm is sensual, animal,
hypnotic. Your noises are deep, lusty, and guttural.
And this time, you come. You come hard inside me, jetting your semen
deep--deep. My moans mix with yours, my gasps mix with yours, my sweat
mixes with yours as we lay together, panting and exhausted from such a
workout. I run my fingers through your hair and gaze into your eyes.
"This has been such a wonderful evening, my love. It's too bad it ever
has to end," I smile softly and dreamily at you.
Suddenly, I realize that the limo has just turned into my neighborhood
and will be stopping at my house in just a minute, so we hurriedly put
on all the clothes we'd had so much fun removing during the ride home.
You are just zipping up my gown, when the back door is opened by the
limo driver, who extends his hand to help me step out into the starry
Northwest night.
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Kisses my sweet, sexy lover!
Wildfire
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========= Author of the erotic science fiction tale "I Think
*=TRANE=* I Scan" - part of the Circlet Press anthology
========= *Selling* *Venus*, to be released in July 1995.
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