Message-ID: <20443eli$9903090500@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Edbun Subject: New Story: Dinner with Callie 2/2 (very rom, MF, anal) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7c12jv$dvi$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> This is my first post and I apologize for mistakes made so far in trying to get this posted. Thanks also to the people who proofread this for me! If you are too young to read adult fiction, move along. If you have feedback for me, considering that this is my first attempt, please respond! Dinner with Callie (rom, MF, anal) By: Edbun (edbun59@my-dejanews.com) Part 2 of 2 After a moment of this, Callie reached back into the butter and pulled a large, golden glob out and to her pussy. This time, she flattened her hand and quickly pushed the entire amount inside her tender folds. She held her hand there and allowed her head to fall back, losing herself in the moment. Greg watched as the butter began to flow between her fingers and down the crease of her ass. He wanted to lick it up and savor the taste of her mixed within the flow, but she was obviously doing fine without him. For now. Callie slowly, very slowly, slipped her hand lower and began to press her fingertips gently at the tender and strong ring of muscle at her ass. Just a gentle pressure. The beginnings of sensation began to reawaken from her puckered bud. She was still lying with her head back, feeling every sensation develop and grow. As she pressed gently, she began to roll her fingers in waves, massaging softly. She was beginning to float a little now, her sensations moving her back to where she had been. Her lips parted as she started once again to pant. “Ah…ah…..” She airily blew in puffs toward the ceiling. “Ah…...ah…...ah…....ah...…ah” Callie panted quietly in time with the ripples from her fingers. “Ah...…ah….” Then a quick “Ohhhh” followed by a quick intake of breath. “Ssssssp” as she sucked in. It was completely involuntary. She had stopped rolling her fingers and had pressed just a little harder and popped her index finger past her barrier. She froze now, heels caught on the edge of the table, laid back on a single elbow, completely nude. Her body was highlighted in sharp relief by the low lights in the room, nipples pointing firmly upward, thighs glistening with butter. Her head back, her face lifted up, her long blonde hair thrown casually across the table. Her arm stretched along her body and under the crease of her buns meeting her thighs, curving beneath her and ending with one pretty, long finger just inside her tight bottom. Nothing moved as she held her breath, eyes closed, focused on one tender, tingling spot. Greg had stopped breathing too, for he was absolutely mesmerized by the sight in front of him. He gazed at her erotic figure for many long seconds, unwilling to breathe for fear that the entire scene might fade away. Eventually, Callie squeezed her eyes a little tighter and ever so slowly began to move her finger. Just a tiny motion. Almost too little to see. But Greg was just inches away and was taking it all in. She slowly let her gasp back past her lips in a long, quiet, easy puff. “Whuuuuhhhh” It broke the spell for Greg and he started breathing again, although even faster than before. Callie leaned forward and reached her other hand into the butter and pressed her fingers tightly into her pussy. She started again, stroking her clit with one hand while pumping easily at her bottom. She was going to come soon if she kept at it, but she also remembered the scene she had created. Here she was, lying on her dining-room table, naked, oily and aroused. She was fingering her ass and her pussy, quickly warming towards orgasm, with her husband staring from between her thighs. Thinking about where she was and what she was doing could just as easily have cooled her arousal, but she didn’t let that happen. The sheer eroticism of it all was moving her quickly towards the brink. Greg watched her closely, eyes moving from her hands and their movements to her mouth and her labored breathing. Breathing that was reflected in the rise and fall of her breasts. His eyes flashed from one lewd vision to the next. His cock was straight, tall and twitching with anticipation. He began to take things into his own hands, in a very literal sense. He had no conscious reaction to Callie lying before him, but somewhere, deep in his mind, he knew he had to come soon. He had begun to stroke himself easily, slipping the soft folds of skin from the shaft up over the ridge around the head of his manhood. The solid stiffness beneath the skin made the whole motion easy and it felt incredible. But he wasn’t thinking about what he was doing at all. It was impossible to resist, with the display just inches from his nose. The movements of her fingers were in a rhythmic dance now, moving in and out, around and around. The blood rushing through her ears added to the pulsing she was feeling, like some native African ritual, rising in intensity as dancers circled a fire. The pulsing and pounding filled her head. The heat soaked her with sweat as the dance rose and rose in intensity. The flames licked at her thighs, making her twitch and moan. The dance was rapidly reaching an intense, pounding crescendo. “Ohhhh.......ohhhhhhhh, yes!” she moaned, her body beginning it’s release. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she puffed, her hands now buried between her thighs. She was fully pressed into her soaked pussy and her buttery ass, her fingers stroking each other through the sensitive folds that separated them. “Aaaahhh!” she cried out, very loud and dying down into another moan. Her body jerked and spasmed with her climax. She drew her legs up against her breasts and tensed every muscle, willing this feeling to last as long as possible. Her wetness soaked her and covered the edge of the table. Greg reached out and wet his hand in the growing puddle before returning it to his cock. She stayed in this position now, a fetal position, tightly balled up on the table. Greg was standing now and jerking wildly on his cock. He sputtered out a well-worn phrase, “I’m gonna come!” For just a second, Callie didn’t move a muscle, then she immediately stretched her legs out, clipping Greg on his shoulder with her heel. At the same time she spoke loudly and firmly. “No!”. The combination of her voice and striking him made Greg lose his rhythm and he looked at her face. She looked right at him and said it again, louder. “No! Don’t!” Greg was confused now and his pending eruption was rapidly becoming less pressing than just seconds ago. “I need you to do what I say!” she spoke evenly now. “You promised!” Greg began to think again, the blood returning to his brain. “Her rules! Of course, that’s what she means!” he thought. He slowly smiled and sighed as he sat back in his chair, remembering what he had agreed to just a few minutes earlier. His cock was still rock hard, but that was understandable. Callie was still naked, soaked in her sweat and slippery wetness and spread before him like a feast. She now sat up on the edge of the table and began to stroke her breasts and nipples. “Stay right there and don’t move at all”, she whispered. She let her legs fall until the balls of her feet just touched the floor, then stood gracefully. She was a long and lithe figure standing before him, on display, as if for his approval. But he made no move toward her. This was her show, her party. Her hand went gracefully to the soft butter and she carried it again to her core. As she began to rub it into her folds, she folded her long legs under her and crouched between Greg’s outstretched legs. Greg smiled, as he knew that she was about to take him in her mouth and allow him his release. This was a night for surprises, though, and Callie held all the cards. She gently closed her hands around one of his ankles and bent his knee, then moved his leg under her and extended it straight out in front of him. He looked at her quizzically as she moved the other leg until it touched the first. He now was sitting with his legs fully together and extended as she was straddling him. Her pussy was touching his shins as she crouched there. Greg was very curious. Callie slowly stood and turned away from Greg, stepping over his legs, and back toward the table. Greg watched her reach once again for butter and begin to slide it everywhere she could reach between her thighs. He had a wonderful view as she bent away from him and leaned on the table with her other hand. Her beautiful, shiny, buttery ass was directly in front of him now. He loved how her soft and tight buns met in the flat, soft floor of her pussy and swept up and away from him to her belly. Her fingers were kneading her pussy and slipping deep inside easily. Greg watched as she pushed herself away from the table and spread her legs to stand with her calves pressing back against the legs of his chair. Her soft mound was directly over his stiff rod now and he finally began to smile as he imagined her slipping him deep inside that beautiful, furry wetness. Callie was certain that Greg was ready now, and she was ready for him too. She continued to rub her clit with the butter as she started to bend her legs and lower herself toward his straining cock. She could feel him start to move his ass toward the edge of the chair to get a better angle to her. She was dripping melted butter all over his cock from the fine, curly hairs around her center. Just as she reached the tip of his cock, she turned to him over her shoulder and warned him. “Now don’t move”. Callie reached behind her and found Greg’s cock, stiff and moist with his own early wetness and covered with butter. She held him firmly and lowered herself until he was pressed against her. Greg watched his cock as she slowly lowered onto it until the tip disappeared, into her ass. “Ahhhh” she moaned, just like before. The image was beautiful and so very erotic. Greg had the ideal view and loved what he was seeing. His long, stiff cock rising from him straight and tall and abruptly disappearing into his beautiful wife. Callie was motionless. She was crouched over him, connected at one tingling point with his shaft. She was beginning to tremble all over, but without any other motion. Then she began to slowly bounce, just a fraction of an inch. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah” she began panting. It was a steady cadence, keeping time. “Um, um, um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah” Callie was barely moving, just a tiny bounce. But she was feeling every bounce course through her, caressing every nerve anywhere near the joining of the two of them. She couldn’t believe how her tiny rosebud began to cause the feelings that it did. It was slow to build, but it was starting to feel incredible. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she moaned, as she began to cry out louder with the mounting passion. Her strokes were lengthening now, stroking her husbands cock up and down a couple of inches. She wasn’t aware of the longer strokes, however. She had no sense of how deep he was moving into her. She was just trying to extend the feelings of ecstasy that his cock was causing as it stroked the sides of her tightness. Depth didn’t matter. Making the stroke last, that was what she wanted. She was clutching the edge of the table now, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her legs were supporting her directly over Greg’s cock. Every muscle seemed tensed, holding her at the perfect angle for this new adventure between them. But it wasn’t completely new to them. Greg couldn’t believe the way that Callie was responding to what was happening. He had heard of how much some women loved this style of lovemaking, but he was sure it was rare. He had read that many women had tried anal sex and, unless they took it very, very slow the first time and kept at it until the passionate tingle began, they never wanted to try again. That is what had happened in their relationship. They were very young and Greg was inexperienced. They had no real lubrication and Greg had been able to last all of about 10 seconds. Callie had never felt anything except an unpleasant fullness and a little pain. What a different situation this was. Callie was riding him with long strokes now and moaning loudly. Greg was stiff and strong and trying his best to wait for her to be satisfied before he came. He knew he was going to come soon, though, and Callie loved to cause him to lose control when he was trying to outlast her. She loved to make him come. It was as much the making him come as the sex itself. She loved it when she had caused him to lose his vast ability to delay his climax. It had become an unspoken game between them. He would try to last indefinitely while she would do anything she could to make him explode. It was the best kind of game for two lovers. Callie loved to win it, too. She felt victorious whenever he filled her with his hot, wet passion. This time, however, she had a major advantage. Greg was watching her slide up and down his shaft, pulling and pressing the skin of his rod as she stroked him. It was a very tight fit and she was massaging Greg’s cock in a manner that made it difficult for him to control himself. Greg’s cock was the perfect shape for this kind of sex play. When he was fully erect, the head was big. Really big. But the shaft was not as big. Not small, mind you, just not as big as the head. Callie thought that it created the most wonderful feelings when it was pressed into her, swelling in her pussy like it wanted to fill her up and lock her onto him. It was different from the other men she had been with. The size of the head made the first push into her tiny bottom a little uncomfortable to be sure. But now.…..now, it was….well, ….fantastic. The head had swollen to its full size. She could pull away from him for the full length of his long shaft and knew that his wonderful head would catch, like a cork in a bottle, long before that letdown of his entire cock popping free. It was a perfect shape for her tiny rosebud. Good sized shaft, big, big head. Wonderful! She was moving slower now. Her pretty ass was aflame with tingles and the ripples of heat were spreading across her body. Her pussy was starting to twitch as it did when she approached her climax. She instinctively started sliding her hand to her soaked folds, rubbing the butter and moisture deep into her clit. As she stroked her center, her ass started clenching tighter and tighter on the velvety shaft within it. She threw her head back, now, and began to moan. “Ohhhhhhhh” she breathed. “Mmmmm..ohhhhhhh!” “Oh…oh…oh…oh!” Her body was giving her away. Her pussy began to clutch and grab for the cock that was not there. Her nipples were swollen and standing straight out, occasionally grazing the edge of the table, adding to her passion. Her bottom was slick and tight and milking her man’s cock. Suddenly, she drew herself up high, all of his shaft exposed with a buttery gleam, then slid steadily and firmly down, plunging him fully within her. Greg felt his cock press deeply into her, his curls pressed tightly against her. His cock was held tightly and deep as he felt her body convulse and twitch on him. Callie had lowered her head; eyes pressed shut and was pressing herself heavily on him, her feet completely off the floor. She was fully impaled and coming hard. “Ohhhh” she wailed. “Aaahhhhrrrrrrrggh!” Greg felt her tighten on his cock and begin to pulse. She was bending and bouncing as she pressed him as deep as possible. He could no longer hold back. He was pushing as far into her as she was pushing down onto him. They were completely joined, as one body. He had lost his ability to control his passion. She had made him begin to come. He started now, spraying her tight refuge with stream after stream of hot, wet cum. She could feel her ass loosen around him as his spurts lubricated their joining. His cock was slippery inside her now as they climaxed together. “Arrghhhhh!” Greg cried. “Aaaahhhh!” Callie moaned with him. For a long time she pressed heavily on him, his cock long and hard, holding her firmly on his lap. They both were shaking and quivering with the incredible sensations. They seemed to climax forever, their bodies overcome with the pure ecstasy they were feeling. They both slowed their movements now, holding onto the feelings for as long as they would last. They became completely motionless. Callie held the table with one hand, pressing her mound firmly with the other, holding everything still. Any motion would have been too much. Eventually, Greg began to notice other sensations in his body. The first was the complete exhaustion in his calves. He had been pressing his legs upward on the balls of his feet, trying to press deeper into his wife. How long he had been straining, he didn’t know. He relaxed his legs and circled Callie’s waist with his arms, holding her steady. “Wow” he said quietly. It was quiet in the room for several moments, until Greg began to wonder what his wife was feeling. Had she realized that it had been a big mistake, a big experiment gone bad? Was she regretting the whole situation? Was she hurt? Callie finally began to respond to the world around her. “Mmmmmm” she hummed, “That was………..wow” She looked over her shoulder at the half smile on Greg’s face. “Like you said...” she whispered. “What?” Greg responded, unsure of what she meant. “You said ‘wow’. I’m just agreeing with you!” Greg smiled at her warmly now. She leaned forward and pushed herself up on the edge of the table, allowing them to gently separate where they had been so completely joined. She stood a moment to gain her composure and turned to her husband. “I know, I know. I said I didn’t like that.” she began, sitting lightly on the table edge. She looked into his eyes for just a moment, then looked down, a little ashamed. Not for her actions, but for her lack of them for all those years. She wanted to apologize to him for that. But Greg knew his wife well, and before she had a chance to speak, he took the conversation a new direction. “I’m glad we revisited this whole thing!” he said. “I don’t think I did very well at all at that when we were younger! Thanks for teaching me all that! Sorry about that first time. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Callie loved him. He knew what she was feeling and took it all away with a few words. She stood and bent and hugged his neck. “Thanks, babe.” she said quietly. He had understood completely. “I love you” he replied. “Now, can I help with these dishes?” They stood and cleared the table, together, completely naked. The End Edbun Edbun "A man's reach should always exceed his grasp" OR "When I die, I want to go quietly, like my grandfather did, in his sleep. Not screaming, like the passengers in his car." -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----