Message-ID: <4781eli$9710102328@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rlspartan@aol.com (RLSparTan) Subject: New story: Come, Harvest 1/3 (a little of everything) 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: <19971010225901.SAA17586@ladder02.news.aol.com> COME, HARVEST 1/3 No one under eighteen years of age should be reading this. Wait until you get older so stories like this can be understood in the proper perspective and you can draw clear lines between fantasy and reality. This story may not be reproduced or reposted except with permission of the author. COME, HARVEST part 1 I am a woman, I am thirty years old, and I am a knockout. I always had a beautiful face with chiseled features, full lips and olive skin. My blue eyes are a vivid contrast to my skin and my thick black hair. At age thirteen, I started growing the boobs that made me the rage of my high school. My boobs are the piece de resistance of a body possessed of round, yet not overly wide hips and long, “four diamond” legs that are slender and taper to impossibly delicate ankles. My body is lean firmness and lushness all in one unlikely package. Inevitably, I was the target of every wannabe stud in High School. Handling my big bare tits was the prime objective of all these guys because they knew anything else was out of reach. It really didn’t matter because they got nothing anyway. I wasn’t going to waste my time with idiotic, hormonal, loud mouthed high school boys who looked at my body as a trophy to tell their buds about. Besides looks, I also possessed a keen mind that wouldn’t permit me to squander my body on these puerile losers and if any trophies were to be collected, they’d be on my wall. I reserved myself for a select few older guys, some in college, some already in the work force. If any of them started getting arrogant or demanding, it was the last they had of my pussy. I learned two things about myself early on: I liked to be in control and I had a ravenous taste for cum. I liked it in my pussy, in my mouth, in my hair and on my face. I especially liked to suck it right out of a cock and eat it fresh, savoring the taste as I rolled it around with my tongue, allowing my taste buds to extract the salacious essence of each stud I drained. Of girl friends I had few. I found most girls to be jealous and fearful I would steal their boyfriends. In high school, a clique of in-crowd girls ostracized me and tried to make life miserable for me, all for no good reason; maybe their boyfriends wanted me, but I had no intentions of doing anything with their boyfriends. As I matured, I vowed not to take any shit from the many women who automatically disliked me because of my looks and the sexual aura I exuded. In fact, I made it a point to get even with them if they stepped out of bounds.. There was a real bitch named Ellie at one job I had with a large company in town. She was dating the best looking guy in the office, Danny, who was always eyeing me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I was getting my share of cum on a regular basis so I didn’t think about him too much until Ellie, apparently sensing his attraction to me, started being a real snotty pain in the ass. She tried to set me up to be blamed for some problems in the office and started to spread some rumors about me with the secretaries. Suddenly, Danny became very attractive to me. One day, I saw him walking in the corridor towards me. “Danny, would you please help me? I’ve got to go down to the basement to get the Stillman files out of storage and I don’t know if I can lift them off the shelves.” “Sure, Rachel. I’ll be glad to give you a hand.” I’ll bet you would, I thought, noting his ready agreement. As we walked down two flights to the basement, I walked ahead of him making sure the slight sway of my ass was used to good effect. Once in the basement with the door shut behind us he asked, “Do you know where the files are?” “Actually, I don’t even want the files,” I replied. “What? What do you mean?” “The truth is I’ve been really horny and it’s you I want.” Any confusion or fear he had of being caught was put to rest when I unbuttoned the top of my suit and spread the wide lapels to reveal my magnum tits in a sheer, see-through bra. “C’mon Danny, I need it and I can’t wait. I know you want it too.” He grinned and without hesitation he came to me, hands extended, clasping both cups of the bra and tearing it in half. My round heavy tits spilled out. They were big and hung down slightly from their weight unlike those thrusting, rock hard, phony looking implant torpedoes many women have. They were real, full, pliant woman’s tits and he manipulated and rotated them in a circle around his puckered mouth. “Shit, these nipples are fucking incredible,” he said referring to my very dark, very large areolas and jutting nubs. “Now let’s see what you’ve got,” I said as I reached down and undid his belt while his tongue salivated my orbs. His pants dropped to the floor and a beautifully shaped cock thrust out long and hard from under his overhanging shirt. I was going to enjoy milking the cream out of this one, an excitement made all the more delicious with the knowledge that it was the cum belonging to my nemesis that I would be extracting. “Unnnhhh, aughh,” came the gasping noises from his throat as I pumped the cock in and out of my mouth. “Shit, baby that is so fucking good. Keep it up,” he pleaded. Normally, I prefer to get most of my sperm requirements in the mouth, especially with a new donor as I like to taste what I’m fucking first. However, given the circumstances and my objective here, my goal right now was to get as much of Danny’s hot cream in my love bucket as soon as possible. I pulled my mouth from his cock. “Fuck it into me now!” I commanded him as I backed off, pulled down my panties and reclined back on a nearby discarded office sofa. I splayed my legs and gave him an awesome view of a beautifully ripe, soaking wet woman’s pussy. He complied immediately, mounting me and oh, so fluently, guiding his meat rod up my sopping canal. “You hot beautiful piece of cunt. I never knew what a horny bitch you were.” “Squeeze my tits while you fuck me. Squeeze them and suck them raw!” I cried in a raspy voice. That sent him over. The thought of totally possessing my full body must have pulled the trigger on his cum gun and he shot load after load inside of me in rapid fire. I didn’t want to lose any of the precious cargo inside my hold so right after he came, I rather abruptly pushed him off me and put my panties back on. I told Danny it wasn’t a good idea to be down here too long, that we would get together again another time. I marched immediately back up the stairs and contained my pace to a trot until I stopped right at the entrance to Ellie’s office. I could see she wasn’t around and glancing each way along the corridor, no one else appeared in sight either. I went inside and shut the door. Walking over to her leather office chair, I reached under my skirt with both hands, using one to pull the crotch of my panties aside while inserting my fingers into my gelled slit with the other. I slowly scooped out the mixture of Danny’s spend and my own pussy juice which had blended together into a thin whitish cream. I spread the purloined love mixture onto Ellie’s seat--though I did eat one finger’s worth for myself--and I felt a warm gush of pussy juice between my legs, excited at the thought that I had marked my territory right in my enemy’s back yard with her own man’s hot spunk. I smiled with satisfaction and went to the door, opened it a crack and watched carefully to make sure no one was coming. Seeing all was clear, I slipped out and returned to my office. That night I got a big laugh when we all filed out to leave work: Ellie had a big, flaky, whitish blotch on the back or her red skirt. “Ellie, dear,” I said, barely able to stifle an audible smirk, “you should really check your skirt when you get home. It appears you have some sort of big stain on your butt. See you tomorrow,” and I flounced off, giggling softly. I worked at that company for another few months. I kept seeing Danny on the sly and I was relentless in keeping him drained of cum to the point where he complained of being tired. I told him if he wanted to keep doing the best pussy in town, he better keep up with my appetites. All my efforts paid off. One day I heard the secretaries in the office gossiping, saying that Ellie was complaining about Danny not having the energy to do it any more and, they concluded, that was the reason why Ellie had been such a bitch recently. It seems I was successfully diverting the flow of juices and Ellie’s lake was running dry. Finally, I got an offer from another company and I gave my two weeks notice. On my last day at about 4:45 in the afternoon, I pulled Danny inside my office, unzipped his fly and sucked him dry in a matter of minutes, keeping his warm fluid in my mouth. Without saying a word, I got up and walked out, leaving him with a dripping, dangling cock, and headed straight for Ellie’s office. I walked in, shut her door, and went straight towards her. I got to within inches of her startled face, raised my arms and grabbed her with both hands by the hair. I pulled her face forward, smashed her mouth onto mine and forced my tongue between her lips. I then proceeded to disgorge Danny’s cock fluids right into her gaping mouth. She stood there in total shock, jaw slacked, with the white liquid dripping down her chin. “Taste familiar? That’s cream of Danny. Oh, I forgot, you haven’t had that for breakfast in a while, have you now? You know why not? ‘Cause it’s all been going here,” and I pointed simultaneously to my mouth and pussy then rubbed my belly in slow circles crooning, “mmm, mmm, good.” All Ellie could do was manage a “Whaa...you sick...” She never finished. I cut her off saying, “Bye, bye now and don’t fret. I’m leaving for good so you can resume your normal diet again. You really do look in need of more nourishment, dear.” I then turned and walked out of that place forever. -- +--------------' 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> /