Message-ID: <17433eli$9811200428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: agjonath@ozemail.com.au (Jonathan Cooper) Subject: The Gift (MMF, con, rom) 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: The following is a work of erotic fiction, intended for adults only. If you are not eighteen years of age or older (or whatever age is required by local law) DO NOT continue. This story is copyright 1998 by "agjonath". The Gift ----------- By agjonath My lover, Michael, and I were sitting on our private bedroom balcony overlooking the ocean. There was still a little colour in the western sky deepening to almost black at the horizon. As he massaged my neck and shoulders his hands seemed to be following the rhythm of the waves crashing on the rocks below. This was my birthday but I still hadn't received my gift. "I think I can hear a car," I said. He nodded and disappeared into the house to check. I closed my eyes, listening to the powerful yet relaxing sounds of the surf and feeling the refreshing breeze on my face and body. We had finally realised our dream to write books together--mostly children's books but also some general adult fiction and even some erotic stories (under pseudonyms of course!) We were quite successful now, especially since winning the Children's Book Award two years ago. So successful in fact that we had been able to buy this beautiful, secluded house by the sea on the mid north coast. It has a first floor balcony off the living room and a smaller one off our bedroom, separated by French doors. "The masseur's here," he said softly from around the French doors. "I'll let he know when it's all set up." "OK," I replied, without opening my eyes. A faint smile crept across my face. (For my birthday, he had arranged for me to have a professional massage. When he told me that morning what he had arranged, I said it wasn't really necessary because he gave such nice massages himself. He thanked me but insisted on the special treat. "After all," he said, "this guy's got a proper table." "Fair enough," I said. I didn't need much convincing actually.) I could hear noises and talking coming from inside. Finally, I heard him say: "Ready when you are." Slowly, I opened my eyes. The sky was noticeably darker, even after just a few minutes. I walked through the bedroom into the living room where the massage table had been set up. Shadows flickered over the walls from over twenty candles scattered around the room. The air smelt beautiful although I couldn't make out where the scent was coming from. "Denni, this is Phillipe." I turned around to see the two of them enter the room from the kitchen. My eyes widened and my mouth opened slightly as I saw Phillipe for the first time; he was wearing nothing but a pair of very small briefs. From the bulge at the front of them, I could see the outline of his large cock quite clearly--both the shaft and the head. I looked him up and down. He was beautiful! The candlelight glistened on his bare skin and sculpted the forms of his muscles. Phillipe approached and held out his hand. " Hello, Denni," he said. I held out my hand and he took it in his and kissed it softly. "H-hello," I smiled back. "Shall we begin?" he asked. All I said was "Mmmmm" and I realised that I was still holding his hand and smiling. I caught Michael's eye and noticed he was smiling too. "Would you like to get changed into this?" he asked as he held out a beautiful silk robe. "Thank you," I replied and took it with me into the bedroom. As I walked through the doorway, I felt my body tingling with excitement. I lay the robe on the bed and then lifted my simple cotton dress up, over my hips and took it off in a single movement. I reached around behind me and undid my bra, pulling it off my breasts. Finally, having slipped my briefs down my legs and stepped out of them, I was completely naked. I reached for the robe and slipped it on; it felt as beautiful to wear as it was to look at. I let the silk slide back and forth over my breasts a few times--making my nipples harden--before I tied the belt loosely around my waist. I returned to Michael and Phillipe in the living room. "I will start on your neck and shoulders," Phillipe explained. "Would you please lie on your stomach?" I undid the belt on my robe and climbed up onto the massage table. Phillipe pulled down on the collar of the robe to reveal my bare neck, shoulders and upper back. I could hear him rubbing his hands together with oil and in a moment I felt them on my neck. What a wonderful sensation! The oil was just the right temperature and his hands quickly found my most tender places. They worked magic on my body: kneading, caressing, squeezing, stroking, almost as though they were reaching inside the muscles themselves! Before long I could feel more of my back being exposed. His hands continued down, into the small of my back, back up the spine, then down my sides until they reached my hips. Still more of the robe was pulled back and I could feel the air on my buttocks. Phillipe grasped one in each hand and massaged them round and round in circles. After a little while I felt his fingers gently exploring the valley between my arse cheeks and almost without realising it, I let my legs part slightly. It was as though I was being melted! His fingers were tracing lines further and further down that dark valley, closer and closer to my anus and cunt. Then I felt the robe being pulled all the way down and more oil applied to the backs of my thighs. Phillipe started massaging my legs. I could't help myself; my knees were by this stage definitely apart and I'm sure my cunt was clearly visible. I think I even started to lift my bottom off the table slightly, as though I was presenting myself to him. His hands were gliding up, over my calves, the backs of my knees, my inner thighs until they were poised at the outer lips of my cunt. I desperately wanted him to finger-fuck me, so I gently pushed myself back against his hand. He seemed to get the message: I felt his fingers gently parting my labia and slithering from my clit to my cunt hole and back again, before plunging them inside me. As he fucked me wildly with three fingers of his left hand, his right hand continued to massage me. He withdrew his fingers and suddenly I felt a new sensation: Phillipe's lips on the back of my right knee. His kisses moved up my thigh to the base of my right buttock, then stopped momentarily... He made me gasp when he plunged his tongue deeply into my cunt, going out and in and out again. As my clit swelled even more, he gave it long, slow licks and then started to slick his tongue across it more and more quickly. I didn't want it to end. He grasped my clit in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue fast across it. My breaths were quickening and I could feel the muscles in my cunt tightening. Suddenly I remembered what I noticed when I first saw him. I turned my head and reached behind me to grasp his cock, through the material of his briefs. It was already half-erect but my urgent attention made it grow even bigger and harder. "Are you going to fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours?" I asked. I was almost surprised to hear myself talk like that. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, I do...very much!" I pulled his briefs down with one hand and watched his shiny, red cock spring up against his belly. Little beads of slick glistened on its purpley tip. I wanted him to ram it into me and the sooner the better! I was kneeling before him with my bottom pointing provocatively in the air, holding my cunt-lips apart with my fingers. My head was resting on its side on a cushion as I waited for him. Suddenly, I felt him entering me--deeper, deeper... ooooh! So good! I could feel every inch of him inside me now. He reached around to feel my breasts and nipples. He squeezed them, kneaded them, stroked them and gently pulled them, all the time sliding his cock out and in, out and in. Then his hands wandered down my belly, stroking my tingling flesh, until they reached my gash, by now literally dripping with juices. I felt the tips of his fingers sliding up and down my cunt-lips, over my clit and down to the base of his own cock jammed tightly in my cunt, then back up again. Each time he touched my clit, I could feel an intense jolt of pleasure shoot through me, causing the walls of my cunt to grip him even tighter. Meanwhile, while Phillipe had been working on my body, Michael apparently had been removing his clothes. As Phillipe fucked me furiously from behind, Michael approached me from the front. I looked up and saw him now completely naked, his cock pointing straight towards me. I licked my lips and beckoned him closer. He obeyed! Greedily, I took the head of his throbbing prick into my mouth and sucked and licked it like an ice block. I was amazed that, as hard as it looked before, it was growing even harder and longer inside my mouth. I could feel the smooth head going throb, throb, throb, against my tongue. I reached underneath myself to finger my clit, then spread my pussy lips as an invitation to Phillipe to push his cock into me harder and deeper. I began to slide back and forth on his cock. At each stroke forward, Michael's shaft slid deep into my mouth, then out again. I felt the delicious tingle of an approaching orgasm, so I started to buck like a bronco on Phillipe's cock. The tingle was getting stronger... and stronger... It was getting so strong, I didn't know what to do with myself. I momentarily let Michael's cock slide out of my mouth (in case I bit it!) and surrendered to the overwhelming feeling of the orgasm that was washing over me, like a wave at the beach. I started to half-collapse onto the massage table, just as Phillipe's cock began to twitch inside me; I knew he was erupting. His cock continued pumping its warm, sticky load into me for about fifteen seconds. Michael didn't waste any time: as soon as Phillipe removed his cock from my cunt, Michael moved into position between my legs and started to push his cock into my hole. He slowly worked the length of his shaft in until he was completely inside me. Phillipe began to massage my tits and clit as Michael thrust in and out of my pussy. I had definitely recovered from my climax by this time and was ready for more! Every now and then, Michael slowed down and let his prick just twitch deep inside me while he massage my buttocks. Phillipe meanwhile was tenderly licking and sucking my breasts as they dangled above the table. Suddenly the delicious image of me straddling Michael and riding his cock popped into my head. So I leant forward and he slipped out of me. "Get down on the floor," I said to him assertively. He started to climb down. "...and lie on your back." He obeyed. He was at my mercy as he lay there on the soft rug with his stiff, wet cock lying hard against his naked belly. He watched me with great interest as I give Phillipe a passionate kiss and ran my hands down his body to his cock; pretty soon, it started to get thick and hard again. Then I crouched down to kneel over Michael. When I was in position, I reached down for his cock and rubbed it back and forth over my cum-soaked pussy lips. I held his cock-head at the entrance for a moment, relaxed myself, then slowly started to lower myself down on it. My pussy, amazingly still tight even after all this fucking, clamped down on his thick cock and I started to push down harder to get more of him inside me. I started stroking up and down. Each downstroke was longer than the one before, until I had the whole of his cock buried inside me. Michael and I savoured the feeling, then I started fucking again with a passion. I went down onto my hands and knees and started moving up and down his body, to get his cock pistoning in and out of my cunt. Meanwhile, Phillipe was kneeling next to us, his mouth and fingers continuing their exquisite work on so many different parts of me: my lips, my nipples, my navel, my clit, my anus. That delicious tingle started inside me again, getting stronger...and stronger. Once more, I surrendered to that overwhelming feeling. My cunt spasmed around Michael's cock, making it even tighter. I collapsed on top of him with him still inside me. Somehow, he managed to keep himself from cumming. Gently, he rolled us both over until he was on top. He took a nearby cushion, put it under my buttocks and slowly pushed his cock into my pussy once more. I immediately wrapped my legs around his lower back, helping him to push into me deeper. He gradually increased the speed of his thrusting. "Fuck me harder," I said, "I want you to spurt inside me." He started to thrust faster. "Deeper, deeper," I beged him, with my right hand wrapped tightly around Phillipe's stiff, red cock, pumping it like crazy. He moved up my body a little, lifting my bottom off the pillow, so that the angle of penetration was almost vertical. Then he started to thrust in longer strokes, almost all the way out, then all the way in, so our pelvises were pounding against each other. I had at least three more climaxes, one after the other. Once more I cried out, "I want you to spurt inside me!" So, with my next climax, he closed his eyes and let himself go over the top: his cock exploded and gushed forth with warm, creamy cum, deep into my body. He seemed to be cumming forever, filling me up with so much cock-cream that soon I could feel it oozing out of my cunt even while he was inside me. Suddenly, Phillipe's cock spurted its second load for the evening all over my breasts. Gradually, Michael slowed down his thrusting as we both came down from our climaxes. I cradled his head in my hands, lowered his face to mine and kissed him with my lips and tongue as my cunt gave two or three final squeezes. The End -------------- The story you have just read was actually written by a man. I would appreciate getting feedback from any women who have read it. How convincing was it? How erotic? My address is agjonath@ozemail.com.au Of course, if any men want to give me feedback as well, that's fine. Perhaps there are some women out there who are interested in writing an erotic story from the man's point of view? -- Jonathan Cooper Museum Educator, Public Programmes Dept Art Gallery of New South Wales Sydney, Australia Personal web-site: http://www.ozemail.com.au/~agjonath Gallery web-site: http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----