Message-ID: <597eli$9704191939@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there 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: "Casper" Subject: A story for your index Here is a story I wrote. It is called "Amber" note: this is the first installment. There will be more once I get around to writing them. My cousin Amber came to live with us when I was 15. She was blonde, 5'10", and had green-hazel eyes. Her parents were the adventerous types, and had left on a 14-month trip around the wold. Amber took the room next to mine. We soon adjusted to her, and she became part of the family. My parents gave her chores, which included doing laundry, folding, and distributing it. ------ For the first three weeks, she gave me no special attention. Then, one day, I reached into my drawer for some boxers. Absentmindedly, I pulled them on, and then noticed something was different. Amber had put a pair of her panties inside the boxers, and then folded them together. I took them out, and threw 'em into the laundry hamper. Since Amber never said anything, I assumed it was a mistake. Then, a few days later, it happened again. This time, however, I asked her about them. "Amber, these were inside my boxers." "Oh! I was wondering where those were." She said as she took them out of my hands. She was wearing a nightshirt and shorts, and as I soon found out, nothing underneath. She dropped her shorts, and slowly pulled on the panties before replacing them. I was staring at her blonde haired snatch for about three full seconds before the panties came on. "Thanks! Now, out you go! I have some homework to do," she said as she ushered me out of her room. ------ About a week later, we were sitting on the couch, watching Oprah, when Amber turned to me and said, "Can you rub my shoulders and back? They're sore from practice." (Amber is a gymnast) Amber got off the couch and sat on the floor in front of me, between my legs. I reached down and began to knead her shoulders. Oprah ended, and about ten minutes into Donahue, Amber said, "Now do my back." She leaned forward, and I put my thumbs next to her spine and began to squeeze and unknot the tense muscles. As I made my way up her back, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. As I reached her neck, I suggested that it might feel better if I rubbed her skin directly. She agreed and shrugged the shirt off. I began rubbing her naked back, while looking at her beautiful breasts in the mirror above the TV. Amber glanced up at the mirr, and seeing me admiring her form, said, "They feel better than they look." Taking the not-so-subtle hint, I reached around and began to rub her breasts. Amber closed her eyes and smiled in pleasure. I pinched her swelling nipples and traced long circles around her areoulas. I stopped my motions, and whispered in her ear, "Do they taste as good as they feel?" Not waiting for an answer, I leaned over and wrapped my lips around one nipple. I flipped it with my tongue, and traced the adges of ther areaole, before moving to the other. A few minutes later, I stopped my suckling, and moved to her lips. We kissed long and deep, our tongues interplaying. After a few minutes, we stopped, and she turned to face me. She was just reaching for the snap of her jeans, when the garage door began opening, signaling the return of my parents. Amber threw her shirt back on and said, "Come to my room tonight at one." I said Ok, and she ran off to her room. ------ That night, I lay awake in my bed until one. Then, I got up and crept quietly into Amber's room. I closed and locked the door, and Amber turned on a small light near her bed. She held her finger to her mouth and motioned for me to lay on the bed. I complied, and she stood at the end of the bed and removed her negligee. The small lamp highlighted her beautiful breasts and great body perfectly. Amber climbed onto the bed and advanced toward me like a cat. She rubbed her breasts on my legs as she slowly crept up my body. By this time, my cock had become quite stiff, and was making a tent of my boxers. Her breasts made their way towards my groin, until they were straddling my dick. Amber began licking my belly-button and squeezing her tits around my cock. She then proceeded to remove my boxers with her teeth. After I was stripped, Amber mader her way back up to my cock. This time, instead of engulfing it in her boutiful cleavage, she wrapped her lips around it. She was licking my head, while moving her lips up and down my shaft. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to titilate my balls. I told her to swing her hips around, so that I could get a better view of her pussy. She briefly stopped her cock sucking to plant her crotch in front of my face. I licked her lips, and began to suck on her growing clit. I wrapped my lips around it and lapped up the small head that protruded. Her already wet pussy was now leaking great amounts of fluids, so I moved from her clit and encircled her vagina with my mouth. I stuck my tongue in and out, whill swallowing as much of her secretions as possible. As she neared orgasm, her love muscle began grasping my tongue and pulling it further into her. Amber reached orgasm, and a river flowed from her cunt. I, of course, slurped it up greedily. Amber's orgasm caused her to suck on my dick even harder, and in a short while, I could feel the swelling in my balls. Between clenched teeth, I said, "I'M COMING!!" She pulled my cock out of her moth just as it pumped out the first load. A stream of jism hit her in the cheek, two in her hair, and another on her shoulder. Then, she took my still squirting dick in her mouth and drank deeply of my come. -- +--------------' 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> /