Message-ID: <18612eli$9901212017@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: purfect9@aol.com (Purfect 9) Subject: STORYfromMISTY: Popper Probe (M/f; cons. inhalent, fist, 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: <19981225051628.29533.00001439@ng117.aol.com> Today, I'm making an unprecedented large number of posts to the newsgroups as a Christmas present to all my past, present, and future readers. Merry X-mas to all, and happy sodomy! The following story contains violence and sex, combined. (yikes!) Due to its content, it should not be read by anyone. PARTICULARLY anyone who is under 21, either in age or IQ. Also, if your locale does not recognize the first amendment to the US Constitution (for instance, if you live in parts of Georgia or Iowa), you may be forbidden to read on. Check your local laws, and ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS vote Libertarian. Also, you are NOT encouraged to try this with your girlfriend. Trust me, guys, she'll get pissed and it won't be worth it. See My pic and outlines of some of my other favorite stories and story ideas on my web-site, which you may visit for free at Http://members.aol.com/Purfect9. When E-Mailing me to inquire about obtaining the full text of other erotic fiction I've penned, Always be sure to write "STORY INQUIRY" in the subject line. The completed works of all my stories are always available, for a reasonable fee, via E-mail to anyone over 21. NOTE: Another story not my own. This is actually from a "forum" type magazines 'letter to the editor' dated over 20 years ago. Assuming it's part of the public domain by now, I never-the-less re-wrote it, actually correcting some of the spelling and style. (dirty mag publishing wasn't too advanced back then.) I also changed the names--though I'm sure that the original author probably did too. Wouldn't it be ironic if I'd have actually substituted the actual, real names of the participants by accident? POPPER PROBE In the drawer was a bottle of lotion--something else our gay friend Nigel had suggested--that warms and tingles when you spread it on. I gave it to Brett, then turned over onto my back. His big, experienced hands covered my full, firm breasts, belly and thighs with lotion, making every inch of my body tingle. When he was finished with my front side, I rolled over, spreading my legs slightly. He worked up from my ankles, along my legs and up to my ass. Then, without touching my pussy or ass, he started massaging downward, from my shoulder blades down my spine, from my fingertips up my arm; everywhere but where I really wanted it. At last he let his fingers reach down between my cheeks. "I want you to fist-fuck me, Brett, " I said. He made a noise that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a moan, then said, "Okay, honey. You asked for it!" Gently at first, he prodded my asshole with his index finger. He poked it inside, first one knuckle, then the whole length. I exhaled with a big whoosh--it was almost like having an enema nozzle up there--then I eased backward, impaling my butt on his finger. He lubricated his hand with the lotion and poured some directly on the crack of my ass, letting it dribble down. He wiped the creamy liquid around my anus and his fingers. His middle finger joined the other one, and with those two wonderfully thick fingers inside me, I started rolling my hips. More lotion--and more fingers! He had three fingers in me, pushing in, pulling out, and stretching my asshole wide. I was about to tell him to stop, that three fingers were as much as I could handle, when I remembered the poppers in the drawer. I reached over and pulled out an amyl and cracked it under my nose. Suddenly, my whole body felt a rush. My heart started beating harder, my head felt light, and-best of all--my asshole relaxed. Brett could feel this and jammed four fingers into me. I thought I was getting torn apart! He dropped more of the erotic lotion on my ass. I sniffed more of the amyl nitrite, feeling loose and giddy again. Brett continued pushing. Finally, he had his whole hand inside my bowels! I groaned in pain and pleasure. Brett's free hand crept around and manipulated my clit, probing into my sopping pussy as his other hand reamed my ass. In and out, over and over-it felt like a gigantic dildo exploring my guts. His arm was so far into me, I thought he could reach right out of my throat. I sniffed again at the near-empty popper, feeling my ass muscles clench and relax, loosen and tighten, as my lover fist-fucked me. I never knew something could hurt so much and feel so good at the same time. He synchronized his movements in my cunt and ass. As his fingers probed my gushing pussy, his arm pulled out of my asshole to his wrist; then that huge hand pressed into my butt channel while his fingers pulled out of my twat. Both of my holes made strange, liquid sounds as Brett fucked me with his hands. With each arm stroke, his cock hardened against the back of my leg, and the unbelievably intense sensations soon pushed me over the brink. Bucking my hips, I screamed and grunted, climaxing with Brett's hands inside me. My body was still trembling and sweating from orgasm, but Brett was ready for more. He withdrew his arm and hand from my plowed ass a slow inch at a time; it made a plop when the last of his fingers came out. Oh, what a relief it was to have the abused muscle of my asshole slowly begin to reseal itself. But then, just as his other hand pulled out of my pussy, he rammed his cock into it from behind. I'd been nearly ready to collapse, but feeling his balls slapping my ass as he porked me was rejuvenating. I threw my head from side to side, my hair swinging into the air, then whipping down at the pillow. My hanging breasts swung back and forth and side to side as I pushed back against him. My breath came in clumsy, animalistic grunts. At the moment nothing in the world mattered except the feeling between my legs. Brett's hands pulled the round globes of my rump apart. Next, he pulled his hips back and slid his cock out of me--then aimed the thick knob of his dick at my anus. In a single stroke he stuck himself all the way in, stuffing my sore bowels full of cock. I moaned again and again, pounding the pillow with my fist, jamming my ass onto Brett's prod. He smacked my ass with his hands--hard, repeatedly. The stinging sensation drove me up and over an orgasmic peak again. And I felt Brett's penis twitch inside my butt as gobs of white-hot cum sprayed the insides of my ass. Finally, we both collapsed on the bed sheets. Our bodies were drenched, and we both smelled of sweat and semen. Too pooped to move--pardon the expression--we lay there, his arms around me, our legs tangled together. I could not believe how tender my asshole was for the next couple of days, but our gay friend Bob told me not to worry, that my sphincters would go back to normal eventually. He was right, and Brett and I have added a new kink to our sex life. It's not something we do all the time, understand, just on special occasions. And next month we'll have been together exactly 1 year. Wouldn't you call that a special occasion? You bet your ass! ---M Visit my web-site: Http://members.aol.com/purfect9 Most of my stories are copyrighted, and my not be posted or archived by anyone but me. When Sending me E-mail, always write "STORY INQUIRY" in the subject line. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----