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A Time For Us
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.
After numerous complaints from you wonderful ladies about many of
the stories in this area being very "unrealistic" and "male
centered", I thought I would make an attempt to write something
you'd find more realistic, but, being male, for better or worse,
it will be a bit "male centered" -- so much so that I think I
will stick to the first person narrative:
"A Time For Us"
You always knew how to throw a good party. I didn't know
what to think when my friend Art invited me to your place. I
quite expected another disgustingly boring evening filled with
acid rock and airheads. I was most pleased when it turned out
not to be that way at all.
With so many people in such a small area, I imagined I might
go the entire night and never even meet "the lady of the house",
but as soon as I laid eyes on you I knew it was you.
There you were, not across the room like in all the other
stories, but right in front of my face, having chosen to come
around the exact same corner I was coming around from the other
side at the exact same moment. I was transfixed on your
beautiful eyes that were at precisely the same height and staring
into mine. I suppose most would say they were blue, but I saw
colors in those eyes that I have never seen before or since. I
saw the universe in those eyes. I saw eternity in those eyes.
My eyes glanced down the shape of your nose which I think
must have been used as a model for Venus, Mona Lisa, and every
other classic beauty in the history of man. Your cheeks were
high, smooth, and proud. Your lips were full and red, and your
curly auburn hair formed the perfect frame for this perfect face
I was gazing upon.
My gaze went lower, to the creamy white just above your
breasts, and then down to the black silk blouse that was holding
the two most perfect breasts I had ever seen. They were large
and proud, extending I was sure at least eight or nine inches
from the surface of the rest of your body. The outline of your
nipples was ever so slightly visible and as their shape
registered in my brain my manhood began to awake.
I continued to look down your beautiful, nicely rounded and
wonderfully shapely body. My love rod began to grow even more as
I noticed your slightly plump middle and your well rounded hips
and rear.
This entire process took perhaps three seconds, and when I
realized the impression that I must be making, I snapped my head
up rather quickly, only to see your beautiful locks staring me in
the face. Of course you were admiring my beautiful eyes, my firm
pecs, and noticing my slowly growing member.
Then your head snapped up, a slightly rosy glow came over
your beautiful cheeks and you said, "Hi! <<Ahem>>".
I gazed into your eyes for a few more seconds and finally
asked the question to which I already knew the answer, "Qual Se
Tu?"
You smiled from ear to ear and said, "It's me!"
We were inseparable the rest of the night, talking about
things neither of us had thought of in so long, having been
distracted by so many of the deadly boring parts of life.
Eventually the night came, and the last of the guests made
their way to their respective fates, and there was just us, with
our eyes still transfixed on each other.
"Close your eyes," you said, and I could not help but obey.
You took my hands into yours and gently pressed your lips against
mine. You lips were firm, slick, sensuous ... wonderful!
Our mouths slowly parted and our tongues touched so gently.
Slowly they twirled around each other, enjoying each other.
Finally the moment came when we HAD to take a breath, and in that
moment you slowly lowered me onto the ground.
You ran your hands up and down my body and then slowly began
to unbutton my shirt. After my shirt was open you ran your
delicious hands across my furry chest and it felt so wonderful.
I reached up and unbuttoned your blouse, slowly lowered your
bra straps over your shoulders, and with one arm gently
supporting your breasts, I unhooked your bra latch with the
other. Your magnificent breasts were free from their cage. I
slowly lowered my arm and your bra fell away. Your breasts
gently descended towards the center of the Earth and settled into
their natural shape. Your nipples were know staring at me --
round, beautiful, and as hard as diamonds.
I cupped your gently swaying breasts into my hands and
lovingly squeezed them. You moaned ever so slightly in delight.
I took your nipples between my fingers, ever so gently stroking
them as you began to say, ever so quietly, "Oh, yes ..."
Simultaneously we magnificently rose to our feet. I slowly
pulled off your skirt and those magnificent black lace panties
and there it was -- a perfect patch of light brown love fur with
delightfully tiny, slick droplets of your growing desire.
You unbuckled my jeans, and lowered them to the ground.
Free of its prison my love log leaped to life, pointing directly
towards it's object of desire, and displaying one gleaming
droplet of its feelings towards you.
I slid my fingers into your delightfully moist love rug,
finally reaching the source of your wonderful love juices. Your
inner lips were so hot and swollen in their anticipation of my
fingers. And then that wonderful moment came to life when my
index finger touched your tiny finger of love. It was SO hard
and strained against my finger with such enthusiasm. I rubbed it
in tiny, tiny circles as I slipped my middle finger inside of
your love tunnel. Your slickness felt so wonderful as it began
to coat my fingers.
I could feel your knees begin to weaken as my pace
quickened, so I slowly guided you towards the bed. I gracefully
laid you down, and with my fingers still inside you, I gently
flicked the tip of my tongue against your throbbing love button.
Your gasp of pleasure was incredibly wonderful. I licked it
underneath, on top, around, in tiny circles, in larger circles,
in patterns, at random. I could feel the waves of pleasure
echoing through your body.
As I ever more rapidly lapped in the glorious wetness around
your love button, I felt the energy building within you. I
reached my fingers all the way to the tiny orifice within you and
matched my massage to the rhythm of my tongue.
I felt the shock waves starting from your legs, and from
inside you, and heard your moans of pleasure increasing and most
suddenly I heard a scream of "OH, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" coming
from somewhere incredibly distant. Of course it turns out that
your explosive orgasm had launched your legs into involuntary
motion and those wonderful thighs were clamped like a vice around
my skull.
After a few moments you looked down and smiled at me. You
raised my head, began to sit up, and told me lay back and relax.
We had exchanged positions. You were now holding my sagging
bag of goodies and slowly licking up the soft column beneath my
throbbing member.
You slipped my pounding man-meat into your mouth and I felt
I might explode at that second. Oh how I loved how you gently
bathed my cock in your mouth. I pressed it against your
magnificent tongue as you slowly worked it up and down.
You knew I couldn't take much more, so you slowly, ever so
slowly slid up my body. You gently kissed me, then took my
aching log of love into your hand and ever so gently glided it
into your moistness.
The warm, tight, slickness with in you was the most
wonderful sensation I have ever experienced. I felt it certain I
would lose touch with reality in only a few moments as you slid
up and down on me.
Before I lost all contact with the reality, I bent you down
so our chests pressed together, then we slowly rolled over. I
stayed slightly up on my knees with my cock still buried deep
within you.
I placed my thumb on your clit and rubbed it to the same
rhythm I was using to slide my swollen member in and out of your
glorious womanhood. As the pressure and the rhythm reached its
peak, the glorious waves of pleasure overcame us both, and our
marvelous, steamy juices exploded together.
I collapsed by your side, watched your magnificent breasts
heave up and down as you caught your breath.
You looked at me. I held you hand and said, "It IS you."
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