Message-ID: <15131eli$9809100537@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "The 20th Hole" (Part 2) by Motionman (mf,rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <5426bc03.35f6fce4@aol.com> _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: 20thhole.txt (mf,rom) Authors name: Motionman@hotmail.com Story title : The 20th Hole (Part Two) -=*=- (c) Copyright 1998 - This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. -- This work may be archived and displayed on non-commercial web sites without permission, but please do not remove the author name or address. Thank you -=*=- The 20th Hole by Motionman@hotmail.com Quickly, Steve swapped ends, and positioned himself between her welcoming, wide-spread thighs, which were still quivering with the fading echoes of her orgasm. Andrea grasped his turgid man-tool and pulled him to her wide and waiting love passage. He watched her nest the swollen and angry purple cock-head at her opening, she pressed it hard against her cunt's lips and forcefully dragged it the length of the slit, worming her pelvis against it to further stimulate her already swollen passion bud. That action drove her to a new height of lust, and her body convulsed in another orgasmic tidal wave. "Aaaarrrrghhhhh! Unnnnhhhhhhhhhh! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh my gooooddddd!" At that moment of her blind passion, Steve drove his hips forward. As well-lubricated as she was, Steve expected his cock to immediately sink balls-deep in her thrashing body. "Ugggnnnnhhhh," he groaned as the strength of her orgasmic contractions nearly prevented him from enter- ing his goal. "Unnnhhh!" He thrust again at her tunnel fortress, and this time lodged his cock-head firmly within the vaginal opening's tight ring. 'Christ, she's got a snapper,' he thought as he con- tinued to force his way into her body. From his earlier digital exploration of the inner recesses of her femininity, he knew that she was tight, but this was beyond his expectations. It was like he was taking her virginity. As he continued the action that nature had dictated since a time long forgotten, Steve could feel her tightness forcing the blood back up his invading shaft, an unusual, yet not unpleasant feeling. He pulled back, and thrust forward, the rocking, sawing motion stretching and widening her love grotto. Inch by inch, he gained her innermost flesh, until finally he felt his cock-head bump against her rubbery cervix. He was finally home. Andrea heaved and thrashed against him, attempting to drive the tool she so desperately wanted deeper into herself. Once his pubic bone had met hers, he lowered himself to his elbows and scooped her shoulders up so her face was touching his. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the pair of them luxuriated in the first moment of their joining. Finally their lips touched... almost shyly at first, then pressing and mashing to- gether. Andrea broke the spell by driving her tongue forward, past his lips, seeking his tongue. Once she found it, she pushed and probed, finally settling for a gentle caress as his tongue quickly entered the act and overpowered her. They both maintained just enough activity at their lower junction to keep the level of stimulation up, but for the moment, they were very satisfied to em- brace, kiss and enjoy that special moment of first connection. For Steve, it had been months since he experienced female physical contact, and this moment with the daughter of his best friend was so totally unexpected he didn't know how to react. A sudden wave emotions swept over him, and he paused to let the full impact of the physical sensations and emotion of the moment calm down. He could feel the gentle grip of her warm, wet pussy massage his hard cock, and it felt so absolutely glorious! For Andrea, her "Uncle" Steve had been the focus of many of her juvenile dreams. She loved her Dad, but "Uncle" Steve, who was always there for her when her Dad wasn't (and sometimes when her Dad was), was the model man for her...even when she was in California. Now she had him, and he was buried in her...six inches of maleness, six inches of some her favorite youthful fantasies. Slowly Steve began the timeless dance of copulation. Gently at first, in long, easy strokes, he let the two of them get their bodies in synch. He gradually picked up the pace, and Andrea mirrored his actions, meeting him thrust for thrust. He grunted, she moaned. "Ungggghhhhh!" "Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" The was no time, there was no space for them. They were suspended within themselves and each other. They were alone. They were together. They were everything and nothing. They were a "black hole" swallowing the universe at one moment; the next, they were the birth of the universe. Their tongues dueled and caressed. Teeth nibbled and bit. Fingers caressed one moment, and clawed the next. It was a dance of lust, of passion and as their joining went on, it became a dance of love as well. Steve raised himself up from Andrea and pulled his torso erect and watched with no small degree of wonder as his cock stretched her cunt open on the out stroke, exposing both sets of cunt lips and her stiffened love button. Then amazingly, her body would seemingly suck him back into her as he pushed forward. Andrea raised herself up on her elbows to watch him appear, then disappear back into her body, and could seem to feel the ridged edge of his cock-head ripple the length of her vaginal tunnel. Though her anatomy texts told her there were no sensory nerve endings there, she felt that they had to be wrong, she could feel something! Suddenly, Andrea raised herself, and grabbed Steve's neck and pulled him down hard to her, locking him in an almost savage embrace, his chest mashing against her firm tits, and her mouth locked almost painfully to his. Immediately, her orgasm swept through her like a firestorm. One instant she felt so tender toward this man, the next minute she was a wailing banshee...swallowing him entirely with her sex. Her body shook and quaked, then she went momentarily rigid, and could feel the muscles of her cunt stroking and pulsing around this wonderful hardness inside her body. She was no inexperienced young woman by any stretch of the imagination, but the intensity of this orgasm caught her completely off guard. Steve too, was not prepared for this onslaught of emotion from her. Karen had been terrifically passionate in their love-making, and from Jerry's off-handed comments when he'd had too much to drink told him that Chris was a tiger when she was fucked, but he wasn't prepared for this at all. He had all he could do to hang on, though with the grip her pussy was putting on his dick, there wasn't much doubt she'd hold on to him! As she reached her crescendo, Steve rolled over on his back, and thrust himself upward into her. She screwed her face up in passion as his dick hammered her cervix and his pelvis ground into her clit. Time and again, he bucked against her and she continued her special voyage through time and space. Finally, he relaxed his efforts and just held her as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high. "Oh, Uncle Steve, that was the most marvelous thing! I have never been there before! Oh, how wonderful, how wonderful, how wonderful!" She smiled, then slowly tears formed in the corners of her beautiful eyes, slid down her cheeks and splashed on his chest. "Oh if I could only bottle and sell that moment," she said after she regained her composure. "The feeling, the smells of our bodies, the taste of your sweat, the feeling when we rolled over, everything. I'd be rich...so rich!" "I am rich, just holding you right now," said Steve. "This is so wonderfully right for the moment, it's just right..." Andrea raised herself up, her tanned body glowing bronze in the late afternoon sun, she looked down at Steve, then slowly lowered her mouth to his and delivered a tender kiss. Then as he had, she began a slow, rhythmical dance of her own upon his phallus. Back and forth, slowly but with an increasing tempo, she slid her sex tunnel the length of him, and then pushed it back into her. Her sensitive, puffy breasts were raking across the thick, wiry mat of hair on his chest, and soon the abrasion was too much, and she lifted herself onto her elbows, which allowed his hands to squeeze the swollen, fleshy mounds. Soon his hips began to thrust with her tempo, and she raised herself upright. She looked down at their junction, and watched with fascination. She pulled him out of herself, and before he could finish the groan of disappointment, she squatted over him, took his cock in her hand and put him back into herself. Again, she was in total control, and she began to stroke him with tightening her cunt and plunging her entire weight down on his cock. At the top and bottom of each stroke, she'd rotate her pelvis, driving him crazy. He tried to match her thrusts, but she placed her hands on his hips, preventing him from doing anything but receiving the exquisite pleasure-torture from her. Additionally, the sight of this bronzed young goddess, sweat glistening from her body like a jewel was like a priceless piece of art. As he watched her taut body rise and fall, impaling herself so lustfully upon the ivory shaft, he suddenly felt the tell-tale sign of his impending explosion. There was that almost painful tickle inside him, and his nuts drew up. He could feel it. "Ohhhhh, Anddddrreeeeaaa! Here it commmmeeesss! Ohhhh, Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Andrea, looking between her legs, saw his legs stiffen. She knew what that meant before he said anything. She wanted to be clear-minded for this moment, and she tightened her inner muscles, milking his hardness, heightening his pleasure. She drove her hips down upon him, rotating her cunt around his cock. He couldn't move and he was beginning to cum, he felt the pressure build and then the first burst left his body, jetting into the receptacle made to receive it. Despite the fact that Andrea was firmly holding his pelvis to the cushion, nature dictated his movements, tightening his butt muscles and attempting to rotate his pelvis up into hers. The orgasm struck him like a lightening bolt, the energy radiating outward from his groin, and striking at every nerve, then it seemed like every hair on his body was alive and standing straight up. The initial spasm that sent his seed blasting against her womb opening set off a blinding light behind his eyes. Andrea saw his body tense, his eyes close, and his face tighten into a grimace...she knew he was going to the same timeless universe she had visited moments ago. Normally, she would fight to come with her lover, but not this time. She wanted to watch this special person of her life receive something from her that she had wanted to give him for so many years. For Steve, it was like rocketing through time and space as bright white specks sped past, and colorful burst after colorful burst of light swept over and around him, taking him on a warp speed trip to a universe uncharted. Suddenly he felt a change in the sensation around his still spurting cock. Andrea had lifted herself from imprisoning his phallus with her warm femininity and replaced it with her mouth. He opened his eyes, and saw her engulf him swiftly, and began bobbing her head up and down to continue the flow of his man-cream. She'd bob, he'd spurt. She'd swallow. Then she would repeat the process, until his system was completely drained of cum. At last, she raised her head and looked into his eyes. Slowly she extended herself to his side and their mouths joined. He tasted her sweetness and his sour- ness, and their tongues slowly swirled about their mouths, savoring the flavors they found. Gently, Steve stroked her hair and her cheek, while Andrea ran her hand across the matted hair of his chest. Finally, she broke the silence. "Uncle Steve, I have wanted this moment for years. I dreamed about what it would be like with you from the time I knew something about sex. "This was a fantasy that came true. And, it was as great as I ever dreamed it could be. Thank you, thank you so much for this moment." He said, "Andrea, I guess if it was meant to be, it was meant to be. You are an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and I want you to know how pleased I am you are back home... and not because of what just happened. And, I would be less than honest if I said that I am also flattered that you were attracted to me for all those years. I'm pleased that I lived up to your expectations." About that time, the last foursome of the day left the 18th tee to pursue their golf balls up the fairway. Andrea turned to Steve and said, "Maybe we should call this the 20th hole!" He laughed, "You're right! Would make for an interest- ing name for the home!" She thought a moment, then said, "You know, we do need to christen the 21st hole! Perhaps we shouldn't call the sign maker just yet! The weekend is still young, and my roommate won't be home 'til Monday. Ya game?" Steve drew a huge mental sigh and said, "Why not... like you say, we have all weekend!" -=*=- A special and heart-felt "thank you" to my dear friend, Kristen Kathleen Becker. Her encouragement and proofing has helped produce this first effort, and her friendship is priceless to me. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----