Message-ID: <14680eli$9808232153@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin) Subject: A very Moral Tale (poem M/f reluctant anal) 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: <1998082303000800.XAA02734@ladder03.news.aol.com> This is an erotic poem. It may contain descriptions of consensual sexual activity outside of a standard missionary position. If this is going to offend you, I'd advise strongly against reading any further. If you are a minor, cease and desist as well. This story wasn't meant for you. You probably won't like it anyway. Thanks for those friends who've giggled and approved of this un already. The poem may be archived as long as there is no charge for access to it, it remains unchanged and I am given credit for the work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He had a dream, that grew so strong since he met her he'd wanted to sink; All his hardness, stretching ever so far, deep in her backside, so tight and so pink So fascinated by her rosebud sweet, so wrinkled, so pink, so soft, so tiny; His tongue swirling round in that hole neat, licking, tasting and sucking it shiny But he wanted more and she was afraid, he could tell by the way, she'd been curt As his finger inserted in his pretty maid, she resisted, fretted, made it hard work But tonight, yes tonight, this very eve, he was going to have her , his dream. Even if he'd have to lie and deceive, even if force made her scream Even if t'was the last, the ultimate thing, he thought as he plied her with drink; She soon tipsy, her head seemed to sing, he carried her off with a nod and a wink Slowly removing her layers of clothes, and softly caressing her breasts; over her stomach, his hand freely roves, a massage as she moaned at her rest Gently, she lay there, almost asleep he turned her over onto her front, He buried his head between her soft cheeks and kissed at her moistening cunt Taking warm oil from the table nearby, heating the fluid there in his hands A touch at her neck, she made to sigh, she responded drowsily at his commands His hands were so soothing and warm, as he slid down her neck and her back circling round the sides of her form her breasts, her waist and her crack. Small circles, widening to her delight, relaxing her breathing so deep and downwards to her hole so tight, he moved to cup the sweet cheeks Then onwards down to her shapely thighs, then up to her backside once again Over and over, in greasy surprise, adding more oil, like a fine summer rain. He ran just a finger across her tight crack slowly, lightly and she did not move; He poured on oil to make her quite slack, watching it filter down into the groove. He let it run down to her ample hips and if she wasn't already so wet; This would help him to sail his ship, to push and thrust where she'd never forget Inserting his thumb and turning it slow, in and out to the knuckle, so sly, so firm, Then up to her pucker, he slid, tracing round it in circles, making her squirm. Carefully, watchfully he pressed his thumb, against the hole, so enticingly tight, Easing the oil in, almost made him come, as his finger slid in, she put up no fight. Just a tiny bit more, no reaction from her, he wiggled and patted her lovely tush; coating her arsehole, soaking her fur, as he slid back again to her bush. In a little further, her butt felt so hot, she was so round and so tight, He pushed in and out, past the tight knot - of her second virginity, his new delight. Buried his digit in her sweet arse, unlike anything he'd ever felt before His cock was throbbing, wanting to pass, into that chamber he'd come to adore He wanted to ram his hardness inside, but he knew patience was the key Spreading her further with two fingers wide, her stretched hole, a joy there to see. He stroked three fingers first out and then in, until he felt her tight hole unlock; What would be next, in this sweet spot of sin - his fist or his tongue or his cock She moaned as all his digits disappeared, right inside her exalted behind, He was amazed, it was just as he feared, when her arse started moving in time. "GOODNESS" he thought, she's liking this, she's getting turned on, what a sight Removed his fingers, he watched her in bliss, as she gaped, receded back tight He reached under her hips, pulling her up, positioning her down on her knee She moaned softly, as he waited to sup, for his pleasure to such a degree Pouring more oil down the crack of her butt, and onto his hardening cock Making sure it was slippery, right to the nut, then he pressed the head to her lock Pushing gently, he felt her stretch and he watched for each sign of resistance So far so good thought he, the wretch as he watched himself going the distance Her gluttinous hole swallowed the head - of his cock - so he held himself there Giving her time to adjust on that creaking bed, she cried as he pulled at her hair Quickly he grabbed her, hard by the hip - holding her, not letting her move "Please" she cried, "touch my soft clit", one hand reached down to her groove. Around her flat stomach, to rub her puss, as he pushed himself in inch by inch She moved against him, never a fuss, though her rectum was feeling the pinch. This only served to excite him more, and, with one huge push, he was wedged Deep and firm in her, making her sore, his desire keeping him right on edge He pulled back slightly, started to stroke, she was ridged underneath him in pain, But he couldn't stop now, the devious bloke, he had further inches to gain. Her hot hole was gripping him tight, she was hot like an oven on full Feelings radiated, to mutual delight, in and out, in and out they both pulled Sweat runs down his wrinked brow, drips onto her back, he struggled to stay Keeps her up on her knees, as he ploughed and she wriggled to escape far away Suddenly she collapsed, flat on the bed, he impaled still in her upraised backside Keeping his cock in her hole stretched red,with his legs spread one on each side He grabbed the rails of the bedstead brass, with both hands and then he withdrew til the head alone, buried in her arse and he waited till she squeaked to him "Do". A powerful shove, he pushed into her bowel as far as his cock could thrust in, She felt it pulsating and started to howl, she moaned, her mouth fixed in a grin, She felt that throbbing inside so hard and so deep, She felt again the familiar urge The impending climax leaving her a heap, to linger, shivering after that surge. She strained against him, wanting much more, and he felt her move with desire He charged at her entrance, knocked on her backdoor, ready to extinguish her fire Again and again, deep and hard at each thrust, faster, more violent, and aimed. She screamed out aloud, as her orgasm burst, leaving her battered and maimed She clenched, unclenched, out of control, pushed him over the edge as he came Again and again filling her virgin hole, spraying his juice to moisten her shame He lay on top, his breath like through mud, then reluctantly slipped from her hole, Allowing his cum to escape in a flood, repentent now at his brutish role. "I'm sorry my darling, that I was so rough," The satisfied wretch now so contrite, She gazed at him whispering "No, where you've been, I should treat you like shite You took me along with you underhand, you've fulfilled the wish that you craved; But now that you've done it, that's all that you'll get, for others my pussy I'll save." You can beg, you can wheedle, you can cry, then you can repent at your leisure; For this is the result of your devious try, to endeavour to steal your pleasure. I've given you much before this wicked eve, when you were gentle and wise Now you've tried to trick and deceive, how can I trust your falsehoods, your lies? And that was an end to a cherished romance, despite her enjoyment and fun, She wanted a man who wouldn't lead her a dance, and then steal into her bum; So male lovers be warned, at the end of this tale, obtain her consent,'fore you err; If you don't want regrets, gnashing and wails, or be cursed for a fool and a cur. M'sieur Le Margrave de MiraMalin -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----