Message-ID: <19240eli$9901220451@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Phil Subject: <*> Little and Large 2 (Mf, semi-penet. sex) 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: X_ARCHIVE = NO While I am preparing you for bed, you whisper to me that tonight you want to get me inside you. I feel this is a forlorn hope, but I keep my reservations to myself. My cock swells nevertheless with anticipation. In bed, you leave the light on and throw off the duvet. I swell even more at the sight of your small pale nakedness, naively eager to accept me. You work your jaws and lick your lips, grinning at me, then raise my column and slide your wet lips over my huge purple glans. I can feel your teeth scratching gently at the taut skin. You push your head down hard onto me, your lips stretching and thinning into a huge 'O', your cheeks hollowing. Your hands hold my rigid shaft, stroking and rubbing its ridges and veins. I feel the tip of your tongue probing the eye of my cock, working its way inside me like a tiny cock. I tell you I am about to cum. The first gush fills your mouth and throat and spurts out around my glans. The second, even bigger, bursts out from your lips and cascades down my shaft, covering your fists. You cough and gag, withdrawing your head, and the third eruption hits you full in the face. You start to laugh uncontrollably, still gripping my cock, as I cover your face and hair in a mask of creamy whiteness which slowly slides down and trickles off your chin onto your breasts and stomach. Still laughing softly, you fall backwards onto the bed and gulp down the cum that fills your mouth, then dabble your fingers in the thick streams that coat your face, drawing them into your mouth, licking your fingers luxuriously, drawing circles in the liquid on your chest, until it has all been absorbed into your stomach or your skin. You roll on top of me and cover us with the duvet, waiting for my erection to return, telling me how wet and relaxed your tunnel is feeling. When it is time, you slide up until your breasts are brushing my hair, and work my cock into the valley of your thighs. It's true, you're boiling hot and soaked there. You straddle me and, reaching down, slip your soft labia around my cockhead, pushing gently backwards to seat me in the entrance of your tunnel. With little self-absorbed grunts you work my fat glans deeper between your lips, until the tight sphincter of your muscles resists my passage. Lubrication is not a problem, you are just too small for me. You don't give up, though, leaning harder and harder against my shaft until I think it is going to bend. I can feel your muscle ring quivering with the effort, your breasts shaking. I massage your ass and stroke your inner thighs in sympathy. Suddenly I lose control and erupt, the jet of cum rasping against your taut vaginal membranes. It coats your whole pussy and drips onto my stomach. My hands, clutching your buttocks, are covered by the next pulse. I wonder if the force of my ejaculation has injected cum into your womb in spite of the barrier. Eventually I subside and you slump on top of me, your body from waist to knees slick with spunk, disappointed that once again you were unable to accept me into you. Gently I massage the sticky fluid into your smooth skin. You whisper to me that your back entrance feels much bigger than the front two, and giggle at the thought. Later, I am hard and straining again, and you cannot wait any longer. You raise my cock vertical and sit on it, wriggling your bottom to prise apart your buttocks. You don't need lubrication, there is more than enough silky cum. Carefully, with your fingertips, and an air of intense concentration on your face, you pull your anus open and work your sphincter down over my glans. I can feel your fingernails against my tender skin. Little moans of delight escape your lips as I stretch you wider and wider. My cockhead is gripped as in a vice. Not much further now, and we will be over the widest part of my cock. You're whimpering with frustration and sensory overload, your anus dilated as far as it can, the tip of my glans already feeling the fierce heat within your bowels. You reach down and grip my shaft hard in your fists, trying to pull me up into you. If it doesn't go soon, I know I will explode again. You gyrate your hips, trying vainly to work me deeper inside you. The tension around my glans is almost unbearable. Your hot fists slide up my iron shaft ... and I cum. Hard, aching, fiery, with the force of a firehose. The jet of fluid forces its way into your rectum, coating your bowels in cum. Again and again I erupt into you, filling your intestines with my hot lust, a spunk enema reaching into your very centre. You groan with disappointment as I begin to soften without having penetrated you completely. You lie reversed on me, kissing and licking my fat balls, your little crotch over my chest. You whisper that you don't think you can hold it much longer. I push your thighs apart until you are splayed wide above me, and tease your clenched anus with a finger. You shudder and relax, and a thick fountain of cum spurts out of your asshole and splashes onto my neck and face. It's as if you are repaying me for all my gifts of semen to you; your sweet ass continues to spurt its contents over me until I am soaked from head to chest. You wriggle around, still leaking trickles of cum, and nuzzle against my wet face, licking and sucking, enjoying the taste of our mixed bodies. We sleep, but in the night I wake to find you rubbing your still-wet body against me, my painfully hard cock trapped between us. Soon I cum, flooding the space between us, and as we drift into sleep again the drying spunk cements us together until the morning. -- Phil -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----