X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: bannerboy1@aol.com (BannerBoy1) Subject: She's A Teaser 4-by MIKE HUNT “Really?” she said. “Let me see.” And with that she bent forward tilting her neck to look down. But as she bent forward, the top of her dress again billowed out, giving me a repeat showing of those beautiful hills that I had seen several minutes earlier. “Uh oh, Uh oh. Tit alert,” I called. “”Uh oh,” she said. “Thanks for the warning. Boy it sure is a good thing I didn’t accidentally do this at the same time.” And with that, she brought her arms in and hugged her sides. Her breasts rose up; C cups, I guessed. Again she was showing the tops of her nipples over the gauzy fabric. And suddenly with a little extra squeeze, she gave a little bounce, and her tits completely flopped out of the top of the dress. “Uh oh, serious tit alert,” I said. “Oh my, how embarrassing. Maybe if I do this...” She rose up on her toes. “Yeah, I really have to be on my toes now.” As she did so, her body moved forward a couple of inches, until that sweet pussy was pushing up against the side of my engorged cock. I could feel the lubrication of her cunt sliding against the bottom of my dick. She was breathing harder now. “No, that’s not going to work. I thought maybe I could swing them back into my top. Would you help me?” she asked. “Would you put me back together again? Up on my toes like this, and leaning this way I’m a little wobbly.” Of course she could have easily taken care of the situation just by standing up, but her up and down movements, scraping her clit up and down the base of my shaft probably interfered with her thinking. “What do you mean, put you back together?” I innocently asked. “You know, straighten my dress. Your hands are free. Mine aren’t. I have to keep my balance.” “You mean, put your tits back in your top? If that’s what you mean, say it. Don’t be embarrassed. What’s the matter, are you afraid to say the word ‘tits” to me?” I had finally turned the tables on her. “Yes, damn it. Please put my tits back in my dress. This is very embarrassing, sitting here with someone I hardly know and my tits are bouncing around right in your face.” “They’re not in my face. I would know if they were in my face,” I said. “Well they’re practically in your face, and if I moved up just a couple of inches...like this...they would be.” Sure enough, she had managed to shove her tits right in my face. I wasn’t exactly complaining. More like wondering where to get artificial respiration later. Or wondering if I would even care. “OK, I’ll be nice just this once,” I said calmly. And with that, I took my right hand and cupped her bare breast. The nipple grew and got harder, until it felt like it was going to poke a hole in my palm. “What are you doing,” she suddenly said. “Are you trying to cop a cheap feel? I just asked you to help me put my tits back in my dress. I don’t think you have to hold it that long to do that.” “I just wanted to do it gently,” I improvised. “It really wouldn’t do for me to just grab your tit and shove it into your dress, do you think? I have to be careful. Believe me, I’m just trying to do this job right.” “Well, alright, but don’t even think about trying to get a feel. There are rules, you know.” She was breathing heavier and heavier with every passing moment. I placed the tit back in her dress. Now it was time to repeat the operation with my left hand and her left breast. As my hand reached up to hold her tit, she suddenly let out a shudder, and lost her balance. She caught herself with bullseye accuracy, her cunt opening poised directly on the top of my vertical member. About half of the head of my dick was into her pussy when I said, “This would be a lot easier if you weren’t quite so unstable. Perhaps you should sit down.” Staring me straight in the eye, she said she thought that was a good idea, and slowly slid, pausing every half-inch. Our conversation continued as though nothing was happening. “You really have lovely eyes,” I said, looking deeply into her eyes. She slid down another half-inch. “Really? Thank you. I’m lucky, I guess. My eye color goes with my hair color,” she said. Another half-inch. I glanced down at the junction of her legs, now busy fighting the losing fight against my pecker. “And your hair color is natural, too, I see” I said. She looked down at my dick, pushing inch by inch into her warm, wet pussy. “Yes, and it looks like you’re naturally curly haired, as well,” she replied. I looked back into her eyes. She sank down another inch. I said “I’m getting the funniest feeling.” “What?” she asked. “Sort of sexual, you know. With my hand here on your tit. And you sitting in my lap...” I trailed off. “I know what you mean,” she said. “If I didn’t know better, I would almost think that I was making love with someone. I can almost feel a man’s hardness pushing into me.” With that she suddenly sat down hard, ramming me as far into her as I could possibly go. “Careful, careful,” I said. “Right, careful,” she repeated. If I weren’t careful, something could happen here, and that would break the rules.” She seemed to want to completely ignore my dick which was now exploring the depths of the inside of her pussy. But she began to bounce slightly, just a little at first, harder and harder with each passing moment. As I continued to fondle her tit, she bounced higher and higher. Then she said, “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but as long as we’re talking about things sexual, you know what’s a great tease and turn-on for me?” I couldn’t wait to hear. “When a guy is about to come inside me. I can tell because he nearly always says something, or groans, or whatever, and I can feel his dick get hot, and then I feel his throbbing dick begin to contract, and then when he comes it feels all warm and gushy inside. It’s great. Too bad my husband is out of town, because I could stand to get fucked today.” “You are getting fucked,” I shouted. I had dropped all pretense. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she insisted. “If there were a big hard-on banging away at my pussy, don’t you think I would know it?” She continued to bounce up and down. “Yes I guess you would.” What could I say to that? Then I felt her cunt heat up, and I knew she was about to come. The warm flush of her skin told me that her orgasm was just moments away. I reached into her dress and wrapped my hands around both of her tits. “I just have to tell you,” I said. “If I were to come, which, you know, could happen accidentally, rules or not, I would come in buckets. Warm and gushy buckets, you know?” “Well, accidents do happen,” she said. She looked me straight in the eye as she tilted her head back slightly. And with that, my dick erupted, sending streams of hot cum into her tight little pussy. At almost the same moment her warm flush turned into a hot tornado, and she bounced down as hard as she could, her shattering orgasm causing her to cry out, louder and louder with each wave of sensation. We sat like that for several moments, each of us trying to recapture our breath. Finally she said, “You still have your hands on my tits. Are you trying to help me get my dress straightened out here, or are you trying to cop another feel? There are rules, you know.” “Ooops, sorry. Absolutely, rules and rules,” I deadpanned. I gently pulled out the bodice of the dress and put her tits inside the material. OK, so maybe I took my time. She sat for several more moments while I fumbled with her clothes. She began to stand, although it was clear her knees were wobbly. As she stood up, she looked down into my lap and saw my now exhausted member lying shrunken on the boxer shorts. “Oh my god, did I do that to you?” she chirped. “I’m so sorry. Look at what a mess. Oh my goodness, I feel totally responsible. Here, let me help.” And with that she reached down and grabbed my softened sausage. Even though I had just been through one of the most powerful orgasms in my life, I could feel the blood begin to return to my dick. As she stroked it, she moved back, then got on her knees in front of me. Her top hanging low, her tits in full view, she crawled toward me. “Oh, and it’s so messy. Here, I’ll just clean you up a little.” Her tongue slid between her lips, and she began to lick the bottom of my dick, cleaning the remaining cum from it. She licked up and down, nearly all the way around it, as though she were licking a melting popsicle. When she had finished that, she formed her mouth into a small “o” and put the head of my dick directly between her lips. She pushed her head down, until she had more than half my cock in her mouth, and I could feel her tongue working small miracles in me while inside her mouth. She pressed down further. The head of my dick touched the back of her throat, and she gagged a little, but pushed down even harder, until I was fully encased right to the base of my again swollen member. As I felt my internal pressure begin to build again, she continued sucking. Then, when I felt myself beginning that final climb, she suddenly withdrew, taking my dick completely out of her mouth. “OK, all better. All clean,” she said. She stood up. “What!!!”, I exclaimed! “You’re going to stop now?” “Yes, of course. I told you all along I was just a teaser,” she said. I have a couple other stories. e-mail Bannerboy1@AOL.com. -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):