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Waiting For Late Night
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WAITING FOR LATE NIGHT (AFTER FILM AT ELEVEN)
by Remo
WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material that is intended
for adults. This is also fantasy that takes place in reality devoid of
AIDS. If you do not know what adults or AIDS are, desist from reading.
This story is a continuation of one of my favorite ASS writers eleventh
effort, and the second sequel I've written to one of Sue's stories. If
you like this check out "On WIPO with Sue (ref to Sue's 5th)" or the Luca
series that has been posted over the past few weeks and should reach
fruition in an episode or two,
LATE NIGHT
It was one of those awkward moments. The intensity of the orgasm left
my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on the ottoman,
afraid that I might just flow of it into a puddle on the heart pine floor.
I open my eyes and see Nina's back, lightly tan, and the twin orbs of her
paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically, rising and falling over my
softening cock. An automaton in cold physical reaction to the orgasm so
warmly reached before. While I am spent.
There is Sue. Sue who filmed this, who took this coitus to another
level. She is putting down the handcorder on the table, still walking on
with her bent knees. The crotch of her white leotard has bunched between
the lips of her vagina, and her wetness has stained through to darken the
fabric of her clothing. She is a fine looking women, her blonde hair
cascading down her back, her long legs muscular and tanned. She told Nina
and me earlier of her trip to the Caribbean, and the sensuousness of the
beach and the sun. I'm so spent that I cannot speak.
My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of Nina's labia
and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled with our fluids, gleaming in the
light of the fire that burns next to us. Nina's rhythmic motion is so
subtle now I can only discern it from the contractions of her shoulders, I
cannot detect the small rise and fall of her body. She still straddles me,
and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I can see the stringy droplets
resulting from our friction spilling from her and sticking to the dewy
hair on my upper thighs. Her right hand reaches behind her, between her
parted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers curl around my limp prick. I can
feel their tips adhere to the goo that mists my member, and the tightness
of the bond when she pulls her hand away.
Nina unstraddles from over my torso, swinging her leg over me and the
ottoman. I can see her thighs gleam from our spill. She walks over to the
chair were the towel lies spread, our pubic hair scattered and stuck to
the threads by the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her silhouette
projected on the wall I watch as Nina wipes herself clean. I look around
the shadowy room with the flicking flames casting a varied depth of light,
but cannot see Sue. Nina leaves, after finding the towel was soiled, to
wash herself. I lie naked on my back and close my eyes.
I remember.
I can feel the walls of Nina's vagina engulf me, slipping over my
erection like a soft suede glove flexes and grips my fingers. And the way
her the muscles of her vagina rippled over the length of cock once it was
fully embedded in her. At that moment I was lost, clenching and
unclenching my scrotum and feeling the vibrations pulse along my length.
My eyes closed. Nina pulsing my cock. I don't know where I was, somewhere
in the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe. And then I felt the
alien touch, the cool finger pushing up the underside of my cock, toward
the head. Nina's lips parted to let the tip into the intimate union we
shared. Where two there was three. Nina's cunt massaged me, the finger
massaged us, the nail at its end scratching against the underside of my
cock head, its tear muted by the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so
weird. I just lay there, trying to control my eruption. Then Nina
spasmodically rose and dropped hard onto my prick; I knew she was coming.
The finger pressed against my cock with Nina's rhythm, and I opened my
eyes, looked at Sue's face hovering above Nina's thigh, Sue's eyes intent
as she massaged me and Nina, Nina hovering above my mushroom head, and I
came.
Somehow Sue was the keystone to that moment.
I am back now. Reliving that orgasm, each sensation is some catharsis
to reenter the real world. My brain is here. The room is dark, and only
red embers glow from the fire place. The wood is damp and the room smoky,
it reminds me of the wet Appalachian apple orchards of the harvest times
of my youth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and stoke the fire.
The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzy reflection off the
window panes, but I see a white ghost beyond them on the screen porch. The
flames behind me warm my back and backside, but my chest feels cold. I can
feel the damp coldness wash over from the lake and through the open door.
Sue does not turn when I come out to the porch, but stares at the ice
dark lake water, or perhaps the fast-moving cumulus clouds that are the
silver lining of a starry sky. For the first time I hear the wind
whistling. I watch as my hands grasp the upper arms of Sue. She does not
flinch, she knows I am there. I want to press my body against her back,
but for some reason I know there should be a space there. Sue has
witnessed. The intimacy between us. Sue has shared it, but not been an
integrated actor in our play. Sue has been there with Nina and me, but in
a cameo role. I can understand the indignant flexing of her back, and the
way her shoulders melt into my palms. I ask Sue if she would like to come
back inside, now that the fire is roaring. It is cold out here.
We sit beside one another, separated by a duenna's palm width of
propriety, she in her gleaming leotard while I am naked. I watch as the
light from the burning logs flicker over her face. There are
almost-freckles on her cheeks that almost glow as the tongues of flame
lick outward in the fireplace. I can feel Sue's flush rise from the warmth
of the blaze before us. I long to feel the heat rise from her flesh, but
feel it is inappropriate. We stare at the depth of the fire, apart,
together.
Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of wine and
three glasses and sets it down on the table in front of the overstuffed
couch catty corner to the Ottoman where I sit beside Sue. Nina is wearing
a silk wrap around gown that barely reaches to the top of her thighs and
that is translucent in the roar of the fire. Nina's light brown hair drops
over this fine material and seems to be organic, pulsing in the light of
the flames. She tells me to clean myself, and I realize that our
outpourings have gelled on my lower body. I leave, as instructed and wash
my genitals in the sink of white tiled bathroom. The warm water from the
faucet flows over my nether parts, the bar of soap cleaning with its
bubbling lather. In the bedroom I find a pair of grey cotton drawstring
pants and a black T- shirt and put these on.
Five minutes have passed when I return to the room. From the top of the
varnished stairs I can see the fire has ebbed, and that Nina and Sue sit
close together on the couch. Their bodies are white, but the luminesce of
Nina's gown glares over the whiteness of Sue's body suit. Their arms and
heads are dull shadows, Sue's blonde head a nightlight, Nina's light brown
hair a texture in the penumbra. I walk down the stairs behind the couch.
For a moment I think that Sue is crying. Her head is almost buried into
the crotch of Nina's armpit, and Nina is caressing Sue's back. My bare
feet let me move silently across the hardwood floor and I catch Nina's
glance and its message.
Slowly Nina's caresses pull the straps of Sue's leotard off her
shoulders. I place my hands on Sue's neck, my fingers dwelling over its
nape, tracing over the shape of the vertebrae. I help push the straps down
Sue's upper arms and palm the corner of each shoulder with each hand, as I
held her earlier on the porch. Again I want to press my body against her
back. Nina nuzzles Sue's cheek and neck. I watch as Nina slowly works the
top of Sue's leotard down. I can see from my vantage point, behind the
couch, the warm swells of her breasts emerge to the light. Sue's nipples
are distended, almost like grub worms, in their erectness. I long to pinch
them, or at least cup her breasts like I do her shoulders, but instead I
watch as Nina's nose and mouth trace a line of kisses and pressure to the
cleavage between Sue's breasts.
For a moment I am entranced. I know Sue is older than us, but I admire
the tendons that stretch from the outer underside of her breasts. She is
so in shape. This slight bow to gravity only enhances her beauty, a mote
that makes her perfect. I feel drawn to her, so I kneel on the floor. I
press my face under her hair and kiss the space against her neck that Nina
just recently vacated. I can feel Sue's breath expelling downwards on to
my face, with its aromas of Shiraz, apple and Nina. I close my eyes and
bury my face behind Sue's left ear, drowning in the sea of her silky hair.
Blinded, my left hand explores on its own. I sense it tracing down Sue's
forearm and can see in my mind's eye it forays over Sue's speckled tanned
skin. Instinctively I know that Nina has moved on. As I kiss Sue's hair
line behind her ear, my hand bridges that gap between her ulna and ribs
and my fingers feel the crease where her left breast meets her chest. My
fingers reach upwards over the spherical incline until I feel her knotty
nipple between the cleft of my middle and index finger. I squeeze my
digits, clasping her breast and pinching Sue's nipple warmly, not tightly.
To check on Nina I remove my face from the nest of Sue's hair. Nina is
almost kneeling on the couch. Sue's leotard has been pulled down to below
her waist and rests tightly over her tips. My right hand slips from Sue's
shoulder to mirror imaged my left. It holds her breast, and I gently pinch
my fingers together and fell the nubbins of her nipples enveloped in the
soft web of flesh between my longest fingers. My mouth finds hers, and we
kiss. Sue's eyes close when our lips entwine, but I look down and watch as
Nina's tongue swirls around and into Sue's navel. I can see Nina pulling
down the bunched leotard with her left hand, trying to bring it over Sue's
jutting pelvis, while her Nina's right hand strokes the tops of Sue's
thighs. Almost imperceptibly Sue's legs begin to widen. I kiss Sue
stronger, and think I see the damp spot over the crotch of her leotard
expand
Nina lifts her head from Sue's stomach and kneels on the floor. Swiftly
she lifts Sue's legs over her head and lays them on lengthwise on the
couch. This movement breaks my kiss with Sue, whose head falls onto the
seat of the sofa. I kneel in a vacuum behind the couch. Nina pulls at the
leotard bunched at Sue's waist, and I watch as Sue lifts her hips so as to
allow Nina to fully undress her. I watch as the white clothing is stripped
down Sue's legs and hoops through the final hurdle of her ankles. I look
up the parallel legs to where they meet* on a juncture of a thinly
haired, blonde mons. I think back to earlier in the evening when Nina and
I shaved our pubic hair before the lens of the camera held by Sue. This
pulls my attention to my groin, and the semi-stiffness pressing against
the fabric of my loose pants. Nina rests her head on the tops of Sue's
thighs, and I watch as Nina's tongues searches through the curly tendrils
of Sue's sparse thatch. Sue's legs widen, almost reluctantly, and Nina's
tongue slides over the pebble-like clitoris and darts between Sue's outer
labia. My fingers touch Sue's temples, and trace downwards over the
outline over her cheekbone to her chin. She turns her face so that her
mouth can entrap my right index finger to the second knuckle and sucks its
length hard.
I escape Sue's mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp outline of Sue's
collar bone, and down the ridge between her breasts. Her skin is soft but
somehow my fingertips can feel the dimple of every pore. My hands are
instinctively drawn to and dance over the mounds of Sue's breasts. I lean
over the back of the couch and grasp a nipple in my mouth. I let my teeth
clench it while my tongue washes it with my saliva. I pull my face away,
still gripping the erect flesh, almost trying to strip it of its skin, and
then give the same attention to its twin. My tongue then plies its trades
around the swollen aureoles at the base of each nipple. I can feel my hard
on trying to escape through the waistband of my casual pants.
Nina is engulfing. When I look down, I can see Nina's reddening cheeks.
Nina's whole mouth is locked around the opening of your vagina and
encompasses the base of your mons. She is sucking like she sucked my cock
earlier, drawing the blood to Sue's tissue surface and sucking Sue's
aroused. While I can't see it I know that as she sucks Nina's tongue is
working. I imagine it stroking the crevasses of Sue's labia, darting over
Sue's clitoris. I watch Sue's stomach convulse, knowing what Nina is doing
with her tongue.
As Sue relaxes Nina release her kiss, and looks to me. I stand and step
out of my pants. I walk to the front of the couch after moving the coffee
table to give us some more room. I kneel next to Nina, who is kissing and
suckling the area between Sue's navel and slit, and kiss Sue. She is
shaking, and it is hard for our lips to press together, but I feel her
hand run up my thigh, gently touch my balls, and then ring her thumb and
index finger around the base of my cock. I feel the orbit follow my
length, stopping beneath the base of the head. Sue's digits massage my
foreskin, attempting to pull it over the stretching head of my prick. I
can feel Sue pull me toward her. Nina moves aside to let be by and I crawl
on the couch. All this time Sue's fingers are locked around me. As I lower
myself, Sue guides the head of my cock against the folds of her labia.
I enter a heated grotto. The walls of her vagina grip me but allow me
to slide easily into her. This is not like the tight familiar confines of
Nina. It is warm, it is welcoming. Very slowly I begin to thrust in and
out. I enjoy every fold of Sue's flesh rippling over my length. Sue's
upper thighs grip my hips, and then slowly move up my body, clenching my
waist, then the lower reaches of my ribcage. I keep my thrusting slow, but
then withdraw to swing her legs over my shoulders, enter her again and
feel the backs of her knees clenching my shoulders. I will not speed up
this slow deliberate rhythm, though I sense Sue wants to push harder and
faster.
Nina has lifted Sue's head and now sits on the couch, cradling Sue's
head in her hairless crotch. Nina' robe has opened, and I can see the
erectness of her pink nipples. I look at Nina's face as she watches me
fuck Sue. Nina is almost disinterested as she stares at me. Automatically
she wipes sweat from Sue's brow and her head nods slightly with each
thrust of my cock into Sue. I can taste the smell emanating from Sue, from
every pore, but I'm locked in my stare with Nina. Nina shakes her head and
I withdraw my cock from Sue. I lean back against the arm of the couch and
watch as Sue maneuvers over me. She sits in my lap. I can feel her middle
finger against the underside of my cock as she directs its length into
her. The soft folds of her labia engulf my cokhead as Sue lowers her body
onto mine. The finger pressing against my prick enters with me and Sue
cups my balls with the palm of her hand. Sue lifts and drops in a slow
rhythm that matches the slothful pace I took earlier. Sue's eyes are
closed, and I feel her pubic bone crush against my own, and she gyrates
her hips over my placid pelvis. I can feel Sue's vagina gripping and
ungripping me, not as tightly as Nina can, but in an erstwhile imitation.
Our breasts press together, sweaty from out exertions. Sue's elongated
nipples rubbed against my own.
Nina's hands intervene. She is behind Sue, and cups Sue breasts. At
first I thought it was to aid our sensuality, but Nina tries to pull Sue's
back down the couch. Sue does this, pulling my cock down to an obtuse
angle that makes it hard to fuck her. Nina tries to aim her hairless
crotch onto Sue's face, but I can see this makes Sue uncomfortable. I take
Nina's hand as I slide down the couch so that I now lie on my back, away
from resting on the sofa's armrest. Sue grabs my cock and straddles me,
looming over me. Soon she begins to rise and fall over the length of my
cock. Her slippery cunt almost loses grip at the apex of her rhythm, but
the strong downward force of her body holds me in place. Sue has quickened
her pace. Nina sits on the arm of the couch and slowly lower her hips. I
reach out to touch her with my tongue. I can see her dew condensing on the
inner opening between her labia. Nina is aroused, so I see, from the
swelling and darkening of her labia. She lowers her crotch on my face, so
that my nose pushes against the tight orchid of her anus and my mouth and
tongue dwell over her cunt. I work my lips and tongue on her, tasting
every drop that emanates. Sue is working my cock, ever faster. I feel her
cup my balls and squeeze them, while her other hand holds the base of
shaft with two fingers and a thumb and rubs it in a beat totally different
from the hips that pound around me. I feel like I have two cocks, fucking
or be fucked at different paces. And they are both about to come.
Nina leans forward and kisses Sue. One of Nina's hands caresses the
point of union between me and Sue, fingers forming a ring above Sue's and
matching Sue's crazy hand jive; another finger strokes Sue's clitoris in
that same rhythm. Nina's other hand floats over Sue's breast, massaging
them, Soon I feel one of Sue's hands passing through the hairless crotch
above my face, and my tongue laps the index finger that finds it way into
my mouth. I can feel Sue's urgency as she pounds me. Nina starts to rub
herself across my face. My left hand joins Nina's rubbing the outer
reaches of Sue crotch. Nina is gushing into my mouth. I think my pelvis
will shatter from Sue's pounding. I fell my prick being sucked by Sue's
orgasm, and as it is released momentarily my welling come gushes into her.
Sue rises again gripping, almost sucking, and thrusts down again as
another spurt escapes me. Nina is literally grinding into my face.
I think this heaven, but there are always awkward moments after you
enter.
(*inspired by the now-dead, former Italian Prime Minister, Aldo Moro's
description that "the Christian Democrats and the Communist parties pursue
parallel courses that will eventually meet")
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