Message-ID: <13452eli$9807281439@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {FriarDave}JDR"Inger 5"( mF MF mmF anal )[5/5] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pjuf7$t2p$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== (INGER.STY) (Copyright by the author, 1995) ===================== INGER By Friar Dave Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com PART FIVE I tried to remember where the Vaseline was, but then I had an inspiration. I bent lower and reached between their legs. I began gathering the lubricant that had come out of Inger's cunt: semen from Ian and me and pussy juice from her. I'd never touched Ian's cock before, but I didn't really think of that at the moment. All I knew was that Inger's little asshole was bobbing up and down as she pumped her pussy on his dick, and I wanted my cock in her ass. I got a bunch of the stuff on my hand and lathered my cock up with it. It really was slippery. Then I crawled up over them and kind of half- crouched, holding my prick in one hand and trying to find her asshole. "Hold still for a minute," Inger breathed to Ian. "I said HOLD STILL." Ian groaned kind of pathetically, but then Inger lay down on top of him, stretched out full length. "Go real slow," she told me. I finally found her asshole with the tip of my cock and slowly began probing it into her. Inger started breathing harder. "That's it," she said. "Really gentle -- push." I pushed, as gently as I could. I felt her ass open slowly, and my cock head seemed to be sucked into her. She gasped, Ian moaned, and I damn near came right then and there. I never imagined anything as tight around my cock. Her asshole was like a rubber band around it. For a few seconds, all anyone could do was breathe very loudly. Then she said, "Okay, put it in the rest of the way -- but real slow." Her pussy was terrific, her mouth was wonderful, but I never felt anything like I felt when I slid my cock into her ass. For one thing, it was hotter than her cunt. For another it was tighter, holding onto my cock all the way, not just at the front. It seemed to take forever to go all the way in, and she was panting very fast. But finally, I felt her ass against my stomach. I pressed a little more and felt the band of her sphincter close around the base of my cock. "Oh, shit..." Ian mumbled. "I can feel it!" He twitched, and I felt his cock move against mine inside her. "Me, too," I said. "I feel like I'm going to split in two," Inger sighed. "Okay, you guys. Ian, you hold still. Bill has to do the work." I took that as my cue and began moving back a bit. Her asshole held onto my cock as if it was sucking it. I felt Ian's dick twitching in response to my movements, and all the time, the opening to Inger's ass kept clenching down on my prick. When I was halfway out I pushed back in. Inger moaned, "I'm going to cum already." I moved a little faster. Ian started gasping and moaning, too, and then Inger had like a convulsion between us. I felt her ass clamped down on my cock, and felt Ian jerking some. I knew Inger's orgasm was giving his cock a treat. Inger suddenly whispered, "Oh, yes, now fuck the shit of me!" I started throwing it to her then, fast and hard, pulling almost all the way out and driving completely in again. Inger started jerking and spasming again, only this time she didn't stop. Ian's dick seemed to get thicker in the adjoining hole, which tightened her ass on me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Inger gasped each time I slammed into her. And then I was cumming up her ass, cumming so hard I wondered if I was pissing, but this felt a lot better. Inger let out a shriek and tightened still more on my cock. And then Ian came, too. I could feel his cock spasming, and then he lurched up, and I felt his balls against mine as we both rumbled her full of semen. Inger just writhed between us, her hips and ass bucking. I kind of collapsed on top of her back, and pretty soon Ian began complaining that he couldn't breathe, so Inger had me pull out -- and told me to go wash it off -- then she rolled off Ian. I staggered to the bathroom and washed my cock off -- it *was* pretty messy, too, and that was no surprise, considering where it had been -- and when I got back, Inger was sitting on my bed (and drooling semen all over my sheets, I might add) and explaining the reward system to Ian. He was nodding, a lot. When he saw me, he grinned. "Now I know why you've gotten to be such a math wizard." That was when the phone rang. Inger looked shocked and went white in the face. She jumped off the bed and told us to be quiet and ran to answer it. It was Dad. Roger's Return The trip and seminar and dinner were every bit as boring as I'd expected them to be. The closest I came to excitement was when there was no answer to the phone at the apartment -- just the answering machine. I doubted Inger and the boys had gone out, but figured I'd try again later. In the meantime I called Bernice, and we had an overheated chat on the phone, this time with me whacking off (per her instructions) at the same time as she did. Then I mentioned I was going to try calling the apartment again and explained why. Bernice volunteered to check on it for me and said she'd call back if there was any kind of problem. I guess there wasn't because when I called again at 11:30, Inger answered the phone. She seemed a bit breathless, but said I'd wakened her from a sound sleep. No, they'd been in all night, she told me, and said she'd have to check the ring volume. Whatever. Everything seemed to be fine. Anyhow, tonight Bill asked about letting Inger tutor Ian, too, regularly. He said they'd tried it the night before and everything seemed to have worked out pretty well. Hey, I like Ian. I have no problem with it. Besides, his parents can pay Inger, too, so she'll be getting more than she expected. I'm sure she'll like that. And Bernice certainly endorsed the idea. She said it would be good experience for Inger. In fact, Bernice suspects that Inger's going to end up changing her career plans and become a high school teacher. She told me Inger somehow reminds her of herself at that age. -- end -- ===================================================================== As always, I welcome any comments or criticisms, but if you're going to do them as open posts, please do it in alt.sex.story.DISCUSSION, not in the alt.sex.story newsgroup. Also as usual, please don't ask me to email missed bits or to repost. The folks giving me access are a small group of very dedicated amateurs -- well, semi-pro's -- not some big, well-funded institution or company, and they pay by the pound for usage. To my knowledge, they also have the most complete archive of my stories available (outside of mine own little drawer of floppies). Whatever I post goes to them a few weeks before I put it up in Usenet. Finally: I notice a lot of yapping in the story newsgroup. Has it not occurred to others that they are responding to trollbait, and thus succeeding in drowning out the stories -- something much desired by certain would-be censors? If you want to stop the cyberarsonist censors, restrain that flame. My two cents' worth. =============================================================== This is an original story from a caller to The Abbey, part of MHBBS (212-683-1448). Feel free to repost it as is, without editing or changing anything in it, including this tag. 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