Message-ID: <17807eli$9812040430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Phil Subject: Evening (MF / rom, anal) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 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: <3Bk8OEA6PkZ2EwPU@kaplanc.demon.co.uk> X-ARCHIVE = NO Paul and I are sitting in the lounge watching TV. He's been home a while, has showered and is now relaxed and in his dressing gown on the sofa. I've just got home and haven't yet changed out of my office clothes, but I'm sitting on the floor resting against his knees with a Martini in my hand. He's stroking my earlobe idly, every so often fondling my shoulder and tickling my neck. It's mildly erotic but so far it hasn't overcome my tiredness and desire to watch the program. I relax further against his warm bare leg. Gradually the urge to have sex builds inside me. I marvel with a glow of warmth that I have a sexy man available to enjoy. I twist round and kneel between his legs, looking up at him. He grins happily. I slide my hands along his thighs, feeling the soft hairs tickling between my fingers, then undo his waist cord and let the dressing gown fall open. I know he's naked under it and I see what I expect, a nearly full erection that grows to complete rigidity while I watch. Paul has no inhibitions about his body, and I like to admire him. He turns the TV off with the remote and strokes my hair. I lean forward and lick his swollen balls gently. I am aware of my panties tightening across my behind as I bend, and also of drops of warm juice beginning to form inside my vagina. I want to come, but I also want to take it slowly and give Paul as much pleasure as I can. I run my tongue up the full length of his cock (quite a long way, it seems), and tickle the little tag of skin at the base of his glans. He bucks his hips involuntarily and I am aware of the pent-up male power that I am soon to unleash. My juices start to flow faster at the thought. I raise his cock up vertically and take the swollen purple glans carefully in my mouth. It's feels like it's as big as a peach. I run my tongue around it and Paul moans with the pleasure. He jerks again. But I have to take it slow, and anyway I have a surprise for him. I release his cock and stand up, smiling at him. I do a slow striptease in front of him: I know he enjoys this and it excites me too. First the cotton blouse, then the skirt, then the slip, to reveal my black lacy bra, suspenders and panties. I unhook the bra and tease my nipples with my fingers, raising them to a aching hardness. Paul touches his cock, then controls himself and lies back. I undo the suspenders and peel off my stockings, revelling in the feel of nylon sliding down my legs, and the coolness of the air on my skin. Then the suspender belt. Finally I have only the panties covering a remaining few inches of my body. I peel them off slowly, feeling the damp crotch sticking to my skin. I drop them onto his chest. Now I'm naked in front of him and I suddenly feel vulnerable. But I still want to be in control. I reach for my handbag and take out a tube of handcream, then kneel between Paul's legs again. He can't see what I've got in my hand until I begin to spread cream up the length of his cock, carefully and thoroughly, my fingers feeling the heat of his skin. His cock is like a rod of hot iron sheathed in velvet. I glance up at him and see an expression of absolute delight on his face: he knows what's coming! Eventually (no rush) his cock is nicely lubricated. I am careful over this because he is a large man and I am only a small woman. But we've done it many times and I know it will be OK. I stand up again and put a leg up on the sofa. I massage cream into my anus, softening and dilating the sphincter muscle. I lose myself in the masturbatory sensation, slipping my fingers in and out rhythmically. I know Paul is watching but I'm in control. Finally I can't wait any longer. I turn with my back to him and slowly squat over his loins, guiding his slippery cock against my anus. When it's in position, I will myself to relax and begin to sink down onto the huge column. A moment's stretching and it goes in quite easily. Paul groans with ecstasy. I continue to sink and he guides me with his hands on my hips. Now he's fully in and I can feel his pubic hair tickling the skin around my anus. There is an enormous sensation of fullness. I start to breathe again. Slowly I rotate my hips, feeling his column moving inside me. He moans, and pulls me backwards until I'm lying on his chest, my head next to his. He licks my ear and I wriggle my hips to show how much I like it. His hands begin to stroke me, from the neck down to my loins. It's exquisitely erotic and I feel like he's gaining control. That's OK by me - I just want to abandon myself to the sensations that are overwhelming me. One hand teases my breasts, now hard and tender, gently squeezing my aching nipples. The other strokes my pubes; he shaved me yesterday and the skin is very sensitive. He slips two fingers between my gaping lips and rubs on either side of my button - he obviously wants it to last, too. I give myself up to the powerful delights that are zinging through my body. Ever so gradually, he takes me up the slope towards the final peak of ecstasy. His cock is rigid inside me and I know from his breathing that he's having trouble holding back his climax.. I reach down and grab his hips, pulling him up into me (although he's already as far in as he can go). I can't stand it any longer . . . At last he touches my hard aching button, and I arch my body and cry out as the climax surges through me. My anus grips him rhythmically - it would be painful for me if it wasn't so beautiful. My spasms pulse on and on with no let-up, and he keeps on rubbing my nipples and button until I twist and writhe under his hands. He gives a groan and jerks convulsively. I feel his cock swell and thrust an extra half-inch. I wish that I had nerves deep inside me to feel the jets of cum splashing into my intestines. He jerks over and over, crying out incoherently, then at last falls still. We lie there, panting, utterly exhausted, the sweat cooling on our skin. 'I love you,' he whispers into my ear, and I squeeze his softening cock one last time. -- Phil -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----