Message-ID: <18055eli$9812180429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Robert Kraft Subject: The Wine Tasting (Parts 6-8) By Robert Kraft Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 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: <19981217151826.16164.rocketmail@web305.yahoomail.com> WARNING: These stories contain graphic language, sexual actions between M/F and F/F, as well as violence, illegal substance abuse, immorality, and illegal activity. If any of the above offend you, please do not read this story. All stories are copyright. These stories are two parts fact, one part fiction. Some names and places have been changed, and a few events are slightly embellished or different (usually cause I don't remember exact words spoken), but everything is pretty close to a real situation. If you recognize yourself in this story though, it probably isn't you! Please forward comments/requests to: RKraft99@yahoo.com Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Parts 6 - 8 By Robert Kraft "I need to shut the door right," she said, "or else the beasts get in. The door is broken, so you need to shut it in a certain way." "O.K." I went down as she messed with the door. The cellar was big, about the size of two large living rooms, but about twice as long as it was wide. The racks were all made of wood, and constructed to keep the bottles tipped slightly with cork towards the floor. You could easily read the label on any bottle, a convenience missing from most wine racks. Each rack had a small halogen light that illuminated the bottles in that rack. In all, it was extremely well designed. There was a set of track lighting overhead, but it was not on. The only light in the room was from the rack lights and the light from the ante-room. It was enough to see well, but not bright. Very pleasant, actually. "Do you like it?" asked Winona from behind me. "Yeah, it is very cool." "Well, it is climate controlled to stay at about 55 - 60 degrees." "That's not what I meant." I looked at her with a laugh. "I know, it was a joke." "Oh yeah." "I just had that lighting installed. The track lighting I mean. It used to be some ugly fluorescent structure before." "Is it not done yet?" "No. Just needs a final check by the electrician." I was looking at the bottles. There were hundreds of expensive and rare wines. Petrus 1982, Latour 1975, Mouton-Rothschild 1970, Lafite-Rothschild, 1945, and more, some were too dusty to read the label. "What do you want to open?" she asked. "Me? I don't know. There are so many good ones. I don't know that I can open such great wines just like that." "Why not? There are hundreds. How about this one here. 1929, Haut-Brion." "Are you joking?" I rushed over to her. I looked. It was indeed a '29 Haut-Brion. "That's extremely rare. It would be sacrilege to open that right now." "I guess so. But I would. After all, you spent about this much on dinner." "No way. I didn't spend almost four digits." We laughed. I gawked. "Here. Latour 1961." And before I could object, she was opening it. "Jesus, a 61 Latour. Perhaps the greatest Latour ever produced. How many do you have?" "A couple of cases, maybe a few more." "Shit! How did your Aunt get these?" "She bought several cases of each First-Growth Bordeaux every year when they came out. Except on bad or mediocre years. She also went to auctions. She has been collecting for most of her life. Her father collected too, and he passed on a lot of wines to her." She pulled a couple of glasses from an overhead glass rack. As she reached up, I noticed her nipples perking up from the chill in the air. It wasn't the only thing perking up. She poured us each some. We sipped from the pap of life. "Wow. What an extraordinarily long, sweet finish." I said. "Yeah. Very full-bodied. Has hints of chocolate and plum." "And tobacco." She hopped up and sat on the table in the center of the cellar. Her skirt was riding high. She tasted the wine again. "This is really spectacular." "Do you have a white napkin?" "Did you spill?" she asked, unconcerned. "No I wanted to check out the color." "Oh, of course. Let's see." She rummaged through some drawers. "Well, actually, I don't. I could go back to the house." "I'll go. I just don't want to pass up the opportunity to observe this fine wine. I might never drink this again." "Wait. You can use my T-top. It's pure white." "Um, O.K. If you say so." I stepped in front of her, and brought up my glass in front of her chest. Her chest was moving a bit quick. She seemed to sit up straight and push out her chest a bit as I came up. I looked through the glass. The diffraction of the glass let me see her cleavage, although my line of sight was more towards her bellybutton. I was extremely turned on, to say the least. "How is it?" she asked, with a definite tone of mischief. "It is… very roun - I mean, mature, uhhhh, definitely mature color, and… also it's clear, aged well in the bottle. It is a… beautiful color." "Lemme see." She put her hand under her shirt, and pushed out the bottom so she could look at her glass against it. I stepped back, and could see her stomach. It was firm and flat, well toned. She must work out a lot, I thought. Suddenly, she let out a small cry. She had spilt some of her glass on her top, just below her right breast. "Damn. I need to soak this quickly, or it's ruined." "O.K., let's head back." "No, there's a sink over there." She got up and hurried over, holding her top to keep the wine from spreading. "Hey, at least if it's ruined, you ruined it with a '61 Latour. That was probably about 25 bucks you spilt right there." She started laughing, and got the hot water running. END OF PART 6 Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 7 "The water takes a bit to get down here," Winona said, holding her top, and turned, smiling at me. "Well, hopefully it will be soon enough to save your shirt." "Here's the water now." She plugged the basin, and then removed her top, slowly, and trying to keep the wine from touching other parts of the top. I stood and watched, and almost dropped my glass. Her back was towards me. She did have a black bra on. She grabbed the soap and worked on the shirt. Her ass moved as she worked. My dick was popping out of my trousers. I looked down. It was very noticeable. I shifted leg positions but nothing could hide it now, so I got up and sat on the edge of the table. "You're not very shy, are you?" I said, after mustering up some courage. "Very shy," she said, turning and giving me a wink. As she reached to put the soap back on the side, it slipped out, and bounced off the edge of the sink, hit the small counter there, and skipped onto the floor. "Oops!" she said cheerily. To which she promptly bent over at the waist and picked up the soap. I looked at her legs, which I could see all the way up to the beginnings of her ass cheeks. I probably could have seen some panty if they weren't black and it wasn't that dim. I was extremely turned on. I sipped some wine. She grabbed at the soap, and it flew out of her hand and a few feet away. I landed in a corner, where there was some dust and small scraps of paper and some dirt, the usual collection of corner junk in a cellar. "Damn!" she said. "Now the soap is all dirty." "Do you need some help?" "Maybe. How am I gonna get the soap clean with out letting all that crap fall into the sink, where my top is? Shit. See, like they say, never drink and wash." We started to laugh, as I walked around the table, and picked the soap up. There was an assortment of crud on it now. "How about you pick up your top, and hold it while I drain the sink and rinse the soap." "Sounds like a plan." I came over to the sink. I noticed she had little goose bumps on her arms and chest. She was probably pretty cold all of the sudden. I saw her in her bra from the front close up. C cup for sure, I thought to myself. Her nipples were busting out through the fabric of that bra. My dick was aching to come out too. She held the top up, and I drained the sink. We didn't speak. I rinsed the soap, and then filled the basin again, and Winona dropped the top in again. "Shit," she said again. "My hand has crud on it from picking up the soap." "You mean trying to pick up the soap?" She lightly elbowed me in the gut. "Well, lemme finish your top. You're just gonna have to wait to rinse off." "O.K." I took off my jacket, and rolled up my sleeves, tucking my tie into my shirt. I finished washing her top. The stain came out , at least it seemed so in this light. Only sunlight could give a final verdict on that. But we had done what we could. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Winona looking down near my waist. She must see the definite bulge down there. I drained the basin and started rinsing the top. She reached in and rinsed her hands. "I got it." She took the top from me, and ran it under the water. "Are you cold?" I asked. "A little. This water feels warm though. It feels good." "Do you want to put on my jacket?" "No, I'd get it wet." She was twisting the top to remove water from it. It was running down her arm to her elbow where it fell to the tile floor. She ran the top under the water again. Then she brought the top closer to her, and a bit higher. She squeezed. The water ran down her arms, and poured erratically, most of it landing on her tummy and skirt. She ran the top under water again. "Uh, you are getting wet," I said. "Yeah. It feels good." And she brought the wet top to her chest, and closed her eyes. She squeezed. The water poured onto her breasts, wetting her bra, and poured down her tummy, and onto her skirt. A wet mark started to form on her skirt and began to spread. "Uh, you are getting wet," she said, as she wet the top again. I looked down. There was a dark spot - darker than the dark blue of my suit - forming near where the tip of my penis was. "Yeah. It feels good." She giggled. She handed me the heavy wet top, and turned around. "My back is cold." I took the top and raised it above her back. I squeezed. The water streamed down her back. She let out a purr. It crossed the bridge of her bra strap like a raging river, and rolled down to her skirt. Another wet spot formed. The water on the floor was making its way across the inclined floor to a drain I spotted. Very good design, I thought. But only for an instant, before I was wetting the top again. Winona bent over a little, and pulled her hair to the front. I raised the top again to her back, as she reached around and grasped the clip to her bra. I squeezed. END OF PART 7 Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 8 The water rushed down her back again. It hit the bra back, at the same time Winona had undone it. It was like the river broke the dam. The water ran down to her skirt, where the wet spot was preading to cover most of her ass. I wet the top again, as Winona let out a small moan. She had left the bra hanging, unclasped, on her. She turned around. Her breasts were still hidden from view by the loosely hanging bra. I took the top and put it above her breasts. The water ran down her chest, funneling through the channel between her boobs, and running down her firm tummy. She reached out and pulled my head into her breasts. It was the first time we had really ever touched besides hands, and it felt pretty damn good! I kissed those beautiful globes through the black bra. I could feel the nipples, they were rock hard. She was undoing my tie, and then my shirt buttons, and soon she had ripped off my shirt. I stood up and sat her up on the marble counter. "Oooh, cold!" she said. "Sorry," I said and tried to help her off. "No, it feels good," she said slowly. She looked me in the eyes. "More water, Roberto." I grabbed an empty bottle of wine that was nearby, gave it a quick rinse, and filled it. I brought it over, and slowly poured it over her breasts, still covered. The water soaked into her jean skirt. I poured more water over her smooth legs, which I couldn't resist reaching out and touching. She was sitting with her legs crossed, hands on the edge, leaning forward, eyes closed. The water was everywhere. I filled another bottle. I made it just a bit hotter. As I turned back to her, she uncrossed her legs and spread them open a little. She pulled me over and pulled me to here, so I was standing in front of her. She pulled me in to her, and kissed me, thrusting her tounge into my mouth. She was so fucking hot! She pulled me close, and my penis slammed into her crotch area. My trousers were probably busted from my penis trying to get out so much. I poured the bottle into the space where our chests met, and it pooled up between her breasts and my chest. It overflowed and down our stomaches, and all on my trousers. For an instant, I wished they were off, because they were dry clean only. But then I thought, this is worth 20 pairs of trousers. Besides, I've washed trousers before by mistake and they - who the fuck cares!?!? On with the story. I felt my dick getting wet. No doubt her crotch was soaking wet too. I reached down and undid my belt and buttons, and dropped trousers and boxers all at once, and stepped out of them. We continued our kiss. She pushed her pelvis out, and grinded into my naked rod. I probably could have come right there. I wrestled my shoes and socks off, with my feet, and soon I was completely nude. Winona had wrapped her legs around my butt and was pulling me hard into her. I grabbed her legs and felt them. They were smooth, firm, soft. Everything I had imagined for the past 5 hours. I worked my way up, and felt where her butt met the counter. I reached up and grabbed the edges of her underwear. I pulled them. She unwrapped her legs from me, and put them straight up in the air. I could see the thin strip of fabric covering her twat and ass. I pulled. They peeled off and revealed a well trimmed pussy, with light brownish hair. Her lips were glistening with her juice and the water. I spread her legs, and put them on my shoulders. I pressed the tip of my penis into her mound. She gasped. I slowly rubbed it in circles. I reached over to the sink, which was a stretch, and filled a bottle. I poured the bottle slowly onto the spotted where I was rubbing her with my dick. She cried out. I poured some more. It felt really good. I almost came once. Suddenly, she arched her back, and raised her butt up. My rod slid down her butt crack. When it reached her anus, she twisted her hips and lowered herself again. The tip of my dick was lodged in the pucker of her anus. It felt like heaven. I let out some pre-cum, and that juiced up her hole a little, so I almost slid in. She just kept grinding. I pulled away, got on my knees, and licked the insides of her thighs. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet on my shoulders. Her ass was half hanging off the rounded edge of the counter. I worked in little circles, arriving at her cunt. I licked the outer lips, which soon parted. I then stuck my tounge deep into her twat. I reached an arm around her leg to massage her clit with my thumb. She was moaning and breathing heavily. I licked her clit now, heavily. I inserted an index finger into her cunt. I wiggled it inside, and then started stroking while I licked her clit. I added my middle finger to her cunt, which she acknowledged with a deep "ooohh…" I continued licking her and fingering her with one hand, while I stroked my cock for about a minute, until I had a sizeable amount of sizeable amount of slimy pre-cum on my index finger. I then worked that finger around her anus. She was really producing quite a bit of sound. I slowly pushed my index finger into her ass. I could feel my other fingers stroking her cunt through the vaginal wall. At first I did my cunt strokes and ass strokes in parallel. I got in whatever licks on her clit I could. I started stroking in opposite strokes then, when my fingers went in her ass, they came out of her cunt, and vice versa. She was really digging this. I was rock solid hard, my penis was practically purple. I added another finger to each hole, so I had three fingers in her cunt and two in her ass. Then I stopped, because I was getting a jaw cramp and my knees were killing. She apparently had lain back on the counter. "Get up here," she said, as she turned onto her tummy and lay lengthwise on the counter. I still wanted to lick some more, so I straddled her shoulders, without putting my weight on them, facing her feet. I bent down and started munching on her sweet butt cheeks. Her ass was awesome. How the fuck did I land such a beauty? We were essentially in a 69 position, except she was on her stomach, so my dick was laying on her neck. I reached in and spread her legs apart on the counter, and started to lick her cunt again, my chin was pressing into her ass. She raised her butt a little off the counter, and I was able to tilt my head and lick her deeper, as well as allowing me to get my finger back in her ass. She obviously wanted that, because she groaned, "Oh, yeah…" I continued my oral attack on her cunt until she started to turn over. She got on her back, and took my throbbing rod on with her lips. I couldn't see what she was doing, being busy in her cunt, but it felt pretty awesome. I worked on her cunt. She was thrashing her pelvis like crazy in my face. I started moving my hips up and down, and fucked her face for a bit. I could hear slurps and smacks from down there. I was definitely on the edge. She squeezed her legs around my face. I couldn't breath for a bit. I responded with a downward thrust of my dick. She kept sucking, and reached around me, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me down even further, and then pushed me up, and the down. She was deep throating me for sure, I could even feel her chin on my pubic hair area sometimes. It was beyond pleasurable. I was cumming. I let out a warning groan. She must have sensed it, because she started to pull me up and down even more. "I'm gonna cuuum.." I managed to get out. "MmmmmHmmmmm…" she confirmed. I shot a huge load into her mouth. I was cumming for at least 30 seconds. I kept pumping, almost with no regard for her. She giggled. I let out some last thrusts which probably shoved my cock into her lungs, but she just giggled pleasurably. Apparently she swallowed. I withdrew from her mouth, and was surprised to see my cock was still hard. It was probably not going down for a while, it felt pretty tense. "Fuck me," she said. She got up and bent over the counter. I raised up her skirt, and rubbed my dick along her wet slit. "What about protection?" "I just finished my period a few days ago, we are safe." "In that way, at least." "Well, I'm clean, are you?" "Yeah. I guess we'll need to trust each other on that though." "If you would rather stop now…" I shoved my prick hard into her cunt. All the way in. She let out a deep growl. It was pretty tight, although not necessarily the tightest I have ever felt. But it was still good. I stayed in for a few seconds, and then started to pump her. I reached down, and inserted a finger into her ass, too. She liked that a lot. I started parallel stroking her again. Slow at first, but then as we became fully lubricated in there, I started grinding her. Her but was slapping against my hips, she was sprawled out on the counter. I realized I hadn't been cold for a while, even though we were still in the cellar, where it was about 58 degrees. Sex really warms you up! She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I stroked like a wild animal. I left the finger in the ass, and could feel my dick pumping in and out through the thin membranes in there. It was very erotic. My dick popped out, and so I shoved it back in. I had already come in her mouth, and usually it take a while for my dick to want to come again, even though I was hard. I was pumping away for a few minutes, Winona was screaming. She was having a long fucking orgasm. Some chicks have a brief and extreme burst; others caught a big wave and rode it for a long time. Winona was of the latter type. "Mmmm…sssss…sssss!" she hissed. "Yeah, baby!" "Noo," she managed through her breaths. "Myy…asssshhh…." I thought she was hyperventilating. I pulled out. "Are you alright?" I said, breathing hard. "Yes, damnit… Fuck me…In the ass!" I wasted no time. I positioned her a little lower, hiked up the skirt a bit more, and pushed into her sweet anus. Man, it was tight. This was definitely the tightest hole, cunt OR ass, I'd ever been in. I slowly worked it in a little. Suddenly she reached back, and pulled me violently in her. She let out a scream. "Fuck, me, damnit!" I started pumping her asshole. I reached under and shoved a few fingers into her cunt, although I couldn't get a good angle for good thrusting. She was going wild. I was starting to feel a cum coming on. I pumped wildly. I pulled out, and turned her over onto her back again. I stuck my dick into her ass and started again. I reached over and grabbed the bottle. The top looked clean, and did not have a covering, and there were no nicks on the glass. I bent backwards and leaned back, holding myself up with one hand on the table behind. With the other hand, I took the bottle and slowly shoved it in to her cunt. It was a Burgundy style bottle, which means it gradually tapered from the top to the middle, where it was full round, rather than Bordeaux style, where it has a thin neck about 3 inches long and then quickly rounds out to its full width. The top of a wine bottle is about an inch wide, and about six inches down, it is about 2 or 2.5 inches wide. That's where I inserted the bottle to. Winona was exploding. She was shuddering, screaming, helping with the bottle, fingering her clit, you name it. We fucked like that for about another minute, during which Winona had a large peak. Once I saw she was coming down, I pulled out and started stroking. She was still laying with her back on the counter, grinding her hips. My first shot flew out and hit the wall past her head. The second one arced onto her breasts and stomach. I aimed the third shot at her cunt. It smacked against her lips. I was coming pretty hard. I had a sudden fascination with cumming in all her holes, so I pressed into her cunt briefly, and let out my fourth and fifth shots. I pulled out, and the sixth one came out as I was aiming for her ass. I pushed up against her anus, and let out a few more spurts, before pushing hilt deep into her ass and unloading the rest of my cum. I gently pumped her ass a little, with my now dying penis. She was breathing hard but making contented sounds. She had rubbed the cum that landed on her tits all over them while I was making my rounds delivering come elsewhere. "So you nailed me in every hole." "So I did." "That was something else." "Yeah." We let out some deep breaths. "So, how do I taste?" she asked. "Full bodied, rich, a bit plummy…" We both looked at the bottle of 1961 Latour, half-full. "Want some more wine, Roberto?" she asked with a grin. "You bet!" 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