Message-ID: <3911eli$9709081124@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mick Subject: STORY: Some Firsts for Me: She wanted it HER WAY Part II(F/m, Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199709080342.VAA24511@shaman.lycaeum.org> STORY: Some Firsts for Me: She wanted it HER WAY Part II(F/m, m/f, wife, bond, "forced" bi mm, oral, etc.) You may repost, print, or copy, provided you do not remove the header, and do not alter in any way - in whole or in part - without the author's permission, which is unlikely to be granted in any case. It may not be reproduced for profit or commercial use. If you are not 18 or over, well - I encourage your curiosity, but please pursue it elsewhere...this story (like this newsgroup) is for adults only. Thanks. A memoir/story - a reminiscence. I suppose it fits into the "wife watching" category in a way - though I would never have thought of that until just now. It's mostly just a remembrance...And it is my first post. Comments or questions are welcome....I can spot a flame a mile away, and I don't read them before I trash them, so don't bother. Constructive criticism is always welcome. (Take me, use me, lick me, eat me, fuck me, whip me.....EDIT MEEEEE!!) Some Firsts for Me: She wanted it HER WAY Pt. II "It'll be so good.....so good....," she murmured as she nuzzled me. I had to force myself to listen, to concentrate on her words. She was telling me something. "You just have to trust me, just trust me to make it good..." Her voice was muffled against my scrotum, and the soft vibration of her voice, her breath, her elegant hand still stroking my length....I had to strain to understand what she was saying. Why was she saying this? "Just tell me you'll trust me...do you S______? Do you trust me to make it good for you? For us?" I looked down and saw that her face was turned up to mine. She was nearly childlike, her eyes had the darkness and the openness of a child who wants so to be taken up and loved. I didn't know what it was that scared and thrilled me in her just then, but now I do: it was a need that, had I known how deep it went, would have been more than my half-man soul could have faced. But I was a vain boy - everyone had always thought I was older than I was, especially me. "Trust me, S_____.....you have to trust me and it'll be good....mmmm.....so good...." There was no seduction in her voice, just longing, so sincere it could break a heart, break it open. I drew her up as a man would, by her upper arms. I had felt my strength with girls, but now I was feeling my power with a woman. I drew her up to me, and kissed her soft lips, warm, slick and puffy from their tender work on my cock. She yielded so sweetly....became almost small as I held her arms in my hands and her head tilted back to take my tongue into her throat. On the bed, her yielding was gone. We were partners, playing in the waves, nearly knocked silly by what was washing over us. Pulling each other back, sliding over each other as clothes fell away and our breath surged. I wish I could tell you what she wore...usually I'm eager to savor peeling away layers of mystery and clothing, but I truly don't know. Maybe she undressed herself as I lost myself in her spicy smells and her strange textures. I know she spoke, but I was past listening. Her voice was just wind, birdsong, heartbeat. And my mind was veering toward the fuck, the splendid fuck. In my mind I was deep in her already, her cunt, so hot and wet, was already mine. I was in her mouth and cunt and ass between her tits and in her hair all at once, and at once was just when I wanted her I wanted her at once, all at once....I would tell you what I "did to her" and what she "did to me," in the ancient tradition of these tales, but god help me I just don't know, and can't make it up. It was wet and it smelled of nearly everything given to us-the-undeserving, and I was alive...the earth was ours and it was all over us. Whew. I'm back now. Sorry. The thing is this: all of a sudden, everything stopped except the tripping of my heart and the throbbing of my cock. The groaning and squealing and growling had stopped. She was suddenly straddling me forcefully, and leaning over me, holding my face, staring into my eyes, a smile of disbelief on her glowing face. She was seated on my belly, my ribs clenched between her thighs, my face held in her hands, my eyes held fast in hers. And she said it again...her breath ragged and her voice shaking: " Will you trust me? You do, don't you? You know how I love you, don't you?" (She said "how I love you," not "how *much* I love you" - "*how* I love you" - for some reason that stuck in my mind.) I could only nod yes. I don't know if I really trusted her. I think "yes" and "no" were maybe the only answers I knew back then. "Yes, I do, I trust you," I nodded silently as my chest heaved and my wet cock touched her ass just above the crack...the spot I now felt with my fingers and found downy, soft. God, yes, sure, I trust you, just let me fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. She produced a loop of cloth - it was a necktie - classic, no? Its ends were knotted together to form a loop. She gave it a twist and put the smaller loop she'd formed over my wrist. Hah. She'd done this before.... "See.....it comes right off....all you do is a little twist, and you're free. See?" She hooked the other end over some feature of the headboard, and did likewise with the other wrist, al the while working her amazing ass over my lower belly, her ass crack and pubic hair pressing the length of me, rolling my cock against my own hard belly. And so I was tied. Sort of. It was true that with a twist of my wrist I'd be free. Was it bondage? Hardly. I gripped the cloth in my hands and held on tight...good God! Her wetness was drying on my fingers. She slid down and my feet were in her hands, her back to me, her ass still in touch with my cock. And my feet were tied. She wiggled backward up my body, and her ass and sopping cunt were there, there to lick...and I strained up into her and heard her gasp as her lips opened to my tongue...I tongued her open like lifting an oyster to swallow, and she settled onto me as her hot mouth took my cock. Took it for hers, her head bobbing but in circles, like a child who wants to get dizzy, but slower. It was a sweet, slightly savage sucking, and I felt teeth and rough tongue, and slippery lips and clutching throat. And then she was rearing up....my cock was rocking in the air....she was over me, her hands on my belly, her ass and puss pressed to my face as I ate there and ate there like some crazy- assed squirrel with the last and biggest nut. And beyond the sound of my own feasting I heard her say "Isn't he beautiful...isn't he just too beautiful? Oh god, he's so good...I told you he'd be like this...." Continued in Part III ... Comments to Mick at benedictaSPAMFREE@anon.nymserver.com - but delete the uppercase part -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /