Message-ID: <21013asstr$942358201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: temp171@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} Kit and kaboodle X-Post-Date: Tue, 28 Sep 1999 06:39:05 GMT Lines: 139 X-Original-Message-ID: <7spnq9$jut$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Sep 28 06:39:05 1999 GMT X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 5.0; AOL 4.0; Windows 95; DigExt) X-MyDeja-Info: XMYDJUIDtemp171 X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -1 Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 17:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Standard disclaimers apply. For reasons I shall not elaborate, I discovered that a certain woman, with whom I had had intimate discussions on the net, was also someone that I knew socially. After a brief period of mutual embarassment, we both succumbed to the temptation to meet. She invited me to her apartment on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. When I rang the doorbell, she greeted me at the door wearing a terrycloth robe. Without saying much, she directed me to her living room, handed me a rather potent rum and coke, and seated herself upon an overstuffed chair. I sat opposite her and began sipping my drink, as my eyes became accustomed to the darkened room. It had light coming from a single window, which shone brightly upon her knees. I noticed a mostly-empty glass on the table next to her -- evidently she had not waited for me, and had consumed most of her drink herself. Not many words had passed between us, and I had taken several long, satisfying pulls on my drink, when I noticed that her hand had crept discreetly down into her robe, and was wandering about her crotch. I looked up and met her eyes, and she smiled with satisfaction, knowing where my eyes had been. Then, in one fluid motion, she shifted her hips forward, parting the lower half of her robe, and placing her lower body directly in the stream of sunlight. Her pussy was framed in a luxurious growth of black hair, and it seemed that she had been actually quite busy before I had arrived, because her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with nectar. She was slowly, and deliberately massaging around her clit. I met her eyes again, and I could see my intense interest reflected in them. I pulled my chair up closer to get a better look. Her eyes had a slightly glazed look from her mounting pleasure, but she was also concentrating on watching my reaction -- she was clearly holding herself back from a complete surrender to the sensation of her active fingers. "That looks nice," I said. She said nothing, but continued to smile, her mouth hanging open a little. With her free hand, she reached over and picked up her drink, polishing it off with one long gulp. I decided to get into the spirit of the occasion; I slowly stood up, undid my trousers, and let them drop to the floor. Standing about three feet away from her, I seized my cock in one hand and stroked it slowly. The appreciation on her face was clearly discernible, and the motion of her hand increased, ever so slightly. My eyes moved between her engorged pussy, and her eyes, which were in turn alternately checking out my face and my cock. She was fighting to keep in control. I reached down and finished off my drink, without interupting the rhythm of my other hand. I was starting to feel deliciously tipsy. Kit (for that was her name) pulled aside her robe at the top, exposing a lovely breast with a very erect nipple. She dipped her fingers generously into her wet, wet cunt, and brought them up to coat her nipple in the juice. The invitation in her eyes was impossible to resist -- I dropped to my knees and moved in close enough to take her nipple in my mouth, savoring the nectar. She gasped, and I brought my face up to look into her eyes, which were now considerable less focussed. She continued to smile, still fighting to stay in control, as she brought her hand up once again to coat the other nipple. As I moved to suck it with growing urgency, she moaned, pulled away, and pushed me backwards onto the thick plush carpet. Very deliberately, she straddled my face, and keeping her pussy tantalizingly out of reach of my mouth, resumed stroking it. She was trembling; I could tell that she was very near her climax. Dipping her fingers far inside, she reached down to allow me to suck the juice off of them, replacing them on her pussy with her other hand, without missing a beat. She was massaging herself very slowly, trying to delay the inevitable, and switching her hands to allow me to lap the juice with something like desperation. Finally, she swung gracefully around, allowing me to bury my face in her cunt, while engulfing my cock in her wonderful mouth. Her self-control was magnificent, because even though she began cumming immediately, in a glorious flow of juice all over my insatiable lips and tongue, she nonetheless applied herself relentlessly to my cock, bringing me to orgasm as well, before her own had come to a shuddering conclusion. We lay there for a moment, savoring the tastes, and then she rolled lazily off of me. At that moment, we heard the door open, and the overhead light went on, revealing to us a young lady at the door, who was blushing very deeply -- because the light was also revealing us to her. "I'm sorry," she stammered, "I didn't think anyone would be home right now." "What do you mean, you live here!" replied Kit. "This is Becky, my roomate," she said to me, adding mischievously, "...she hasn't seen a naked man in a long, long time." Actually, I was only naked from the waist down. Kit had somehow managed to regain her robe. Impulsively, I stripped off my shirt. Becky blushed again, but did not avert her eyes. She said, defensively, "It hasn't been that long." Becky continured to look at me. She was a bit plain in the face, but voluptuous, and wearing a provocatively short skirt. Kit, still mischievous, said to Becky, "Becky, what do you think of this?" Whereupon she sort of slithered over to me and took my cock once again into her mouth. I closed my eyes, and smiled blissfully, feeling her expert ministrations bring me back to full erection. I opened my eyes, and saw Becky staring intensely. Kit paused, and said to Becky, "Would you like a taste?" Becky blushed a third time, deeper than before, but came toward me, crouched on the floor beside me, and began to suck me with genuine hunger. I was transported. I was dimly aware of Kit, who had leaned back against the chair, allowed her robe to fall open, and was once again, slowly and deliberately, playing with her pussy. Becky was sucking my cock like mad, and sort of bucking her hips, causing her skirt to hike up. Then I realized that this was not an involuntary motion -- she had succeeded in exposing her crotch. She wore no panties. She bent one leg, in such a manner that I knew, that she knew, that I had a splendid view of her cunt. She had fine and wispy light brown pubic hair, that framed her pussy and continued down the inside of her thighs. Her cunt was fully aroused, and there was a glistening line down the middle where her lips parted, where the juice was threatening to spill out onto the carpet. I looked at Kit, whose eyes were fixed on Becky's bobbing head and my throbbing cock. I motioned her to come closer, which she did, with a distracted look on her face, and without interrupting her increasingly busy fingers. Then she took note of the feast that Becky was displaying. I smiled at her, stretched out my hand, and trailed my finger along Becky's slit, after which I offered it to Kit's lips. She looked a little shocked and hesitant, but her fingers continued working her clit, and after a moment she opened her mouth to taste Becky's juice. The surrender to what was apparently a sort of forbidden fruit, sent Kit over the top -- she came with a shudder, while sucking my finger with abandon. Then, Kit seemed to compose herself for a moment. She called out to Becky with an urgent tone, "Sit on his face! He loves it!" Becky paused obediently, hoisted up her skirt, and moved into position. Her cunt tasted like paradise. Although I could not see Kit, I could feel her sucking my cock again, with greater relish than before, and then I felt her lower her cunt on to my cock, and begin to slowly, deliberately fuck me. I felt that I could come again at any moment. Then, her motion slowed, and I felt Becky stiffen; her voluptuous riding of my mouth came to a stop. I looked up at Becky, and saw that Kit's hands had snaked around and were coyly cupping Becky's breasts; Becky was clearly uncertain about this development. But Kit, undetered, nimbly undid the buttons of Becky's blouse, and began to toy with her nipples. Becky shuddered and let out a low moan. She began to rub her pussy sensuously against my mouth, with increasing intensity, to the point where she started to cum, over and over, as I lapped and sucked greedily at her cunt. I was lost in the pleasure of devouring her flowing cunt, when suddenly I was cumming myself, as Kit rode my cock with abandon. But, I was still not prepared for what followed. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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