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Our Own Time
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.
Our Own Time
She was watching a tape with me, curled up on the couch, an arm
draped around my torso. Having ditched her blouse a little while ago-the
afternoon was rather balmy for March-she looked rather inviting, as the
lace teddy she wore below it showed off a fair amount of bust. The
wrap skirt she was wearing lent a little innocence to her appearance.
Nevertheless, I wanted to caress those breasts.
Apparently, she caught me staring at her cleavage, as she undid
her skirt, showing off her fishnets, as well as the long, graceful
legs they encased. I followed the lines up to her teddy. The legs were
very high-cut, and I thought I saw a little bit of vagina. She leaned
against me, pressing my hand into her lap, apparently sensing the
beginning of my erection. I casually stroked her thighs; they felt
very warm. Her smile drew me onward, my hand occasionally progressing
to her hips, crotch, and gorgeous ass.
I felt myself leaning into her, and soon found myself with my
head in her lap. I expected to be gazing into her eyes, but the orbs I
was looking into at the moment were significantly larger. She looked
down at me, saying "Admit it, you like this."
I shrugged in response.
"Well, don't be shy-explore."
I turned to my right, facing what had been tickling my
ear-that partly-masked crotch of hers. What I could see of her mons
was lovely, and I wanted more. She must have read my mind, for she
gently wiggled her hips and thighs.
"Kiss it."
I kissed her "nether eye" (as Chaucer put it) through the
material, and she purred. She then guided my hands to her breasts, and
I felt out the nipples, gently tugging on them.
"Go further."
I did, and soon pried the great globes from the cups of her
garment. They dangled over my head, threatening to cascade down her
torso and bury my face. (Not a bad way to go.) As I continued my
fondling, she was undoing my trousers, pressing her crotch to me.
She interrupted my ministrations by drawing my hands away from
hr bosom and onto her teddy. "Hold this; I want to get comfortable."
With that she climbed out of it, her pantyhose coming off in
similar manner. I liked the feeling of her sliding between my hands,
not to mention the sight of that smooth, nut-brown form, now
completely nude. She worked down my torso, and took my tool between
her ruby lips.
I had a different pair of lips on my mind at the moment, and
cupping her full, round ass, brought them to my mouth. I began kissing
them, almost violently, as she worked her tongue around my member in a
spiral of sorts, making me a little crazy. I rolled my tongue and
flicked it into her now-slick pussy. I liked the way she felt in
there, warm, wet, and gripping at me, much as her mouth did my cock.
She moved up and down on it, and my hips began to take on a life of
their own, thrusting slowly at first, then almost frantically. As I
struggled to hold back, desperate to concentrate on servicing her
muff, she began to buck as well, the juice now dribbling from her
crotch. I welcomed this counterthrust as I did her grip on my
tongue-it was pretty much like French kissing, except I was between
her cuntlips.
We apparently gave in to it, and just started slamming for all
we were worth. I have no idea how, but she managed to take my entire
dick into her mouth withot choking from my crazed thrusts. The next
thing I knew, I was coming in her, still pumping away. I groaned, and
tried to get to her clit, but could only get in one lick.
That single lick touched off a virtual explosion in her. With
a mouthful of come and my tongue working on her mons, she squealed and
moaned with delight, humping my face almost maniacally. I reached down
and found her wonderful breasts, caressing them as she bucked. The
joyful juice streamed down my cheeks, and she let mine out with her
moans and sighs.
When the tempest ended, she turned to face me. With a sick
smile, she said, weakly, "You're quite a sight."
Aware of the pussy juice on my face, I couldn't argue with
that. I was still feeling a little crazy-orgasm, I guess, makes lunatics of us
all-so I kissed her come-stained mouth.
At this, she purred.
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