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Tale of Forty Nights by Rastro
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Tale of Forty Nights
by Rastro
"Hey, she answered my letter!"
Sam had finally received a reply to his sex bulletin board letter to Sue.
His cock grew larger with anticipation and as it grew, it pushed against the
fabric of his pants. The friction increased his horny excitement. The letter
read:
Sam, your letter made my cunt so slippery just reading it. I loved the
part about you pawing the dirt and picking up my scent from the wind. I'd
let you ram your big stallion cock into me anytime. But I'm half way
across the country. I can't visit unless you entice me a little. You're
going to have to write twenty juicy stories, one every other night, to
make my cunt swell and drip and, to be fair, I'll write you twenty stories
that will make you long to feel my cunt around your cock. If you can
fulfill this task, I'll give you the fuck of your life.
Love,
Sue
Now, this was much more than Sam expected. Reading it put his dick in such a
state that beads of pre-cum stained his underwear. He began the first story of
his adventure.
Champagne
I wouldn't have talked to her if she wasn't drinking champagne. Not that
she didn't appeal to me. She was looking at me with the 'will he fuck me' look.
Her short denim skirt and white socks and athletic shoes left a lot of bare
leg, I felt that my hands were one pole of a magnet and her leg skin was the
other, that my hands would be drawn to touch her thighs, feeling their
smoothness and warmth, then drawn up, under that dress to her pantied ass and
cunt. Her blouse aroused the same feelings in me, its looseness crying out to
me for her to lean toward me so I could look at her bare breasts. It put my
stomach in knots of nervousness and anticipation.
I overcame my my nervousness and got up the guts to talk to her. The
conversation escalated from "Hi, how are you." to "you seem to be a warm
person" to "how'd you get to be so sexy!?" Finally I blurted out, "You look so
hot, I gotta get you home into a champagne bath."
She looked at me strangely and I thought I'd blown it. "You want me to get
into a bathtub full of champagne? That's a lotta champagne."
"Yeah, I know, we'll have to steal it first", I said. Her expression changed
to one of devilish delight as she moved one leg against the other. She got
closer to me allowing me to see her perky tits down her shirt.
"A hard stud" (my cock was pretty prominent in my tight jeans) "with cute
buns whose got some imagination and daring! By the way, my name's Marie" I was
so excited I had to put my hand on her lovely round ass and, as I gave it a
squeeze, she put a hand on my bulge.
The Excelsior Champagne Company has a warehouse in our town. They're not
hard to break into and they never miss a few cases. I've got a rope in the
pickup and that's all you need. You climb on the roof and lower yourself
through a skylight. The windows are alarmed, but once you're inside, you can
get out through the front door. I could tell Marie would be the perfect
accomplice. Strong legs. Spunky. Imaginitive.
I let Marie climb the warehouse wall first. I was hoping to see up her
dress. The light was wrong for it, just those legs, legs I longed to have
wrapped around my waist. I climbed up after her, tied the rope to a piece of
pipe, and threw it through the skylight. I slid down the rope. The feeling of
the rope slipping past my cock aroused me all the more. That didn't have half
the effect of seeing Marie slide down the rope. I shined the flashlight up at
her, under her dress. Thin, blue silk, and not much of it shielded her from my
sight. I could only see her ass cheeks with the panty lines across them. I
wished I was that rope, rubbing against her cunt.
Marie slid the last couple feet pretty quickly. "Woooohoo, hey this is
intense!", she yelled. I could see the blush on her. I knew the friction had
taken a worse toll on her. She jumped me, put her lips on mine and wrapped a
leg around my front and one against my ass. Marie's body was delightfully soft
and warm and available but a noise from the corner made us jump. Mice. Anyway
we loaded the champagne on the back of the pickup and headed for my house.
Marie and I headed for the bathroom with the champagne. I could see her better
in the houselight. Her nipples were erect against the clingy blouse and her
green eyes let me know she wanted to spend the rest of the night with me
hopping in and out of her. She opened two bottles at once. The corks were
aimed at my swollen crotch and hit their mark. Marie must have felt the same
about me as I did about her, then. She bent way over while emptying the bottles
into the tub giving me a beautiful view of her ass. I could see the lines made
by her cunt lips against her panties and her moisture made her underwear darker
there. I popped a cork at her ass, lifted the front of her skirt with a quick
motion and shoved the bottle down the front of her panties, its tip against her
cunt lips. Champagne squirted past her clit, down through her bush and between
the crack in her ass.
Marie arched back and pulled my hand with the champagne bottle along her
cunt. What a cunt it was! She'd shaved all of the hair except for a light brown
patch on either side of the lips. Her lips were pink against the green bottle.
I had her champagne stained panties around her ankles in no time at all. I put
both hands up her blouse, pushing against those soft breasts with stiff
nipples. The shirt went over her head; she shook her hair free.
Marie was whooping it up, her bare bottom and legs soaked with champagne.
She got me back by popping a bottle into my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping
them to reveal my cock in wet, sheer underwear. "A wet T-shirt contest for
me", yelled the greedy Marie as she stripped the flimsy underwear from around
my cock by pushing her cunt and ass against it. Her hands were on my chest,
popping the buttons off of my shirt, running her fingers over my nipples and
through my curly chest hair.
I got the condom out of my pocket, but Marie took it from me. She grasped my
rod with one hand and slid the condom over the tip. "Oooh, you're making my
pussy ache", squealed Marie, "please, fill me up with your dick!". She sat on
my cock, the tip pressing against her warm, wet, resilient cunt. Her little up
and down motions made it pop in and out of her. She gave me a lusty look and
plunged full force onto my cock.
The push knocked me off of the bathtub edge and into the tub. I went under
the champagne with Marie's jiggling body on top of me. I barely managed to get
my head up to breathe and took in quite a mouthful of the alcoholic liquid.
Bubbles shot up against my balls. The bubbles must have had some effect on
Marie, because she was yelping and moaning and jumping all over my cock. Her
cumming had driven her out of control. She was oblivious to my fate as she
pushed me under again.
The champagne had me woozy and unable to struggle. My thrashing either
pushed my cock into her, or pulled it out of her, causing champagne to rush
over her clit with greater force. Finally, I managed to flip her over, making
sure that she wouldn't drown. I could feel every millimeter of her cunt
pressing against my cock, contracting in spasms against it. That feeling of
pushing cunt flesh aside drove me wild, so wild that I could feel my nuts
tightening, feel my cock throbbing spastically and feel the jism shooting out
of it in ecstasy and into Marie.
(To be continued in Chapter two next week)
Note: Champagne is sensuous stuff and those bottles' shapes probably remind you
of one of your favorite organs. However, it is not safe to insert an open
bottle into any body orifice other than the mouth. A suction will develop
inside the bottle, drawing it into your or your friend's body. The people
at the hospital will look at you awful funny when you walk in with a
bottle sticking out of your ass.
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