Message-ID: <22955asstr$951390603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MyFrThAl@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <9e.1843917.25e5f1a0@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Mark Aster: Lips (MF,MFFF,oral) Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 06:10:03 -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: dennyw, IceAltar Another nostalgic repost; in Episode 5 of the My Friends the Allens series, Our Hero becomes obsessed with lips. Fortunately, Rachel's are just perfect... .. Mark (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Mark_Aster/www/) My Friends the Allens -- Lips by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home. = = = Have you ever noticed women's mouths? How soft and supple the lips are, how quiet and shy the sharp muscular tongues? How the lips gently kiss with every "p", how the tongue teases with each "th"? How moist and pink and welcoming they are, how their smiles are at the same time inviting and taunting? One week awhile back, I was completely obsessed by mouths and lips. It first hit me at dinner at the Allen sisters', the night of the spring office party. Pat and Julie and I were having dinner in their eat-in-kitchen, and as we sat talking at the table, I felt myself becoming lost in their lips. Pat's mouth is soft and full, her lips lush and her tongue strong and bold. Julie, her younger sister, has a small pert mouth with a tiny beauty spot above her upper lip, and her tongue is quick and sharp. I lost all track of the conversation as I watched them talk, and every time one of the girls wet her lips casually with her tongue, my erection got one notch stiffer. I could feel sexual tension developing, like mist, between my eyes and their mouths. Pat noticed. "I don't know what exactly the hell you're doing with your eyes, mister, but you are getting me wet." I smiled and walked over to her. Bending down, I kissed her mouth softly, brushing her lips with mine. A spark of desire passed between us, and she kissed me harder, her lips crushed gently against me, her tongue caressing mine. After a long time, we broke off, breathless. "This isn't at all fair," she breathed, "since you have to leave for that damned office party just about now." Which was, sadly, quite true. Most office parties are as exciting as yesterday's Ovaltine, but I found myself enjoying this one very much, because of the presence of so many women's lips. Girls from the secretarial pool with gaudily made-up mouths slick and shiny with lipstick, managers more subtly decorated, lips soft and pink and authoritative; enough female mouths to keep me continuously hard as I mingled. Then I met Rachel. I had noticed her around the plant once or twice before, although we worked in different areas. She was a mildly pretty girl, with an impressive ethnic nose, and a nice girl-shaped body. What I hadn't noticed before was that she had the world's sexiest mouth. She was talking with two other women when I joined the group, and I was immediately captivated. Her lips were the shape of love, the color of desire. She wore very little makeup, but her mouth shone moist and pink as she talked. Her tongue was shy and lovely, and when she licked her lips I almost groaned for wanting her. I could feel the tension building up again, as it had at the Allens'. Eventually, she noticed. Casually taking me aside, she asked quietly, "This is probably very bold of me, but is something going on here?" And her tentative smile was exactly the right shape. I drew her gently toward me and took her in my arms. Surprised at first, she yielded quickly, and we kissed softly, the same spark of desire passing between us. My tongue sank into her warm mouth, and her lips pressed eagerly against mine. She pulled her mouth away, and then brushed my lips again, shuddering. "This is a little public, isn't it?" she whispered, although in fact we were in a quiet corner. She took my hand and led me off to a deserted office. We sat on the fake leather couch, our arms around each other, and necked. I felt like a highschool kid again, with a hard aching erection straining at my pants as I hugged and kissed a pretty young woman, with no thought of anything beyond the feel of her lips and the texture of her neck. Our mouths pressed hungrily together, our breaths mingled. When we stopped to breathe, we were both panting and gasping. As I kissed Rachel's soft neck, she whispered in my ear, "If you keep this up, I'm going to come." I bit her lightly, and replied, "Me, too." "Oh," she breathed, "that would be a terrible waste," and she kissed me again, long and deeply. Then she rose from the couch and slipped off her panties. "Come over here," she said, sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs spread, and reaching out her arms. I quickly got up and struggled out of my pants and shorts. I took her in my arms on the edge of the desk and as our mouths met again she slipped my throbbing cock inside her, between her pale creamy thighs. We were both already near coming, and our bodies shuddered as we kissed. Her tongue was like a feverish animal, probing my mouth; her lips on mine were like the fires of heaven. When we came, our hips thrusting tenderly and desperately at each other and my cum spurting deep inside her body, it was as much from the sweet feel of our kisses as from the earthier effects lower down. Relaxing on the couch afterwards, arms around each other, we talked for a long time. I told her about my recent obsession with lips, kissing hers several times to demonstrate, and she talked about life in general. I noticed she seemed reluctant to talk about love or sex, and I pressed her slightly on the subject. Still in the lazy glow of post-coital intimacy, she admitted, "It's sort of a sexual identity-crisis, I guess." She hadn't had a male lover in two years, and she found herself strongly attracted to one of her best female friends. In fact, she said, it had been her friend's lips that first made her aware of her own sexual feelings toward her. "I had just about decided I was queer as an eight-dollar bill, when you showed up and seduced me with your eyes, you horny inconvenient male bastard," and she kissed me again with that perfect mouth. Before my brains could entirely melt down and run out my ears, I managed to break off, and whisper, "I have a couple of friends that you've GOT to meet." We all had dinner at the Allens' a few nights later. As I'd hoped, Pat and Julie took Rachel immediately under their wings, and the three got along beautifully. I went off to the bedroom, to escape the maddening sight of those three incredible pairs of lips, and to give them a chance to talk about private matters of female sexual identity. Pat and Julie are proudly and enthusiatically bisexual, and I imagine they had a good deal of advice and comfort for Rachel. I was lying on the bed leafing through Pat's back issues of Full Auto magazine, when the lights went out. Three shadowy fragrant female forms slipped into the room, and joined me on the bed. As small gentle hands turned me over on my back and began undoing my clothes, Pat's voice came softly in my ear. "We were talking about your little mental problem," she breathed, unbuttoning my shirt, "and we realized that we had the ideal team here to try and burn it out of you." When I was naked, one of the girls (Pat?) kissed me ever so lightly on the lips, and brushed my mouth with her soft tongue, bringing me to an instant complete erection. Then from all directions sweet silent mouths and lips began to touch my body. Tongues tickled my neck, lips closed hot and wet on my nipples, mouths caressed my upper thighs. For a long time, the kisses avoided my mouth and my erect cock, teasing and licking me into a state of helpless gasping desire. I longed to seize all three girls at once, crush their mouths with mine, sink my cock deeply into them, kiss them, make them come, empty myself inside them. As the hungry wet mouths brought me groaningly closer to orgasm, the girls changed their attack. Lush soft lips (Rachel's?) closed ardently over mine, and a tongue slipped into my mouth. Then two more hot kisses, one on each side of my aching cock. As my mouth was drowned in ecstasy, the four lips on my cock began to slide up and down, kissing and licking the thin skin and stroking and sucking the smooth hard head. Great waves of pleasure began to gather deep inside me, and spread out through my muscles, and my back arched. The girl beside me kissed and bit at my neck and chest, and one of those below moved up to lick the skin of my stomach. The third (Julie?) moved her hot lips over the head of my cock, and took me deeply into her mouth. Now two mouths licked and kissed my nipples as the third slid up and down my shaft, sucking me closer and closer to the edge. The cum gathered between my hips, and as I got bigger and harder, the insistent softness of her lips slid faster and faster over the roughness of my cock. I groaned loudly, almost screaming, as all the tension in my muscles flowed through my groin, and I shot hot semen deep into her eager mouth. Then three lush naked bodies piled on top of me, giggling and kissing my face, and eventually settling down into a warm and friendly pile of naked exhausted flesh. For whatever reason, that marvelous triple blow-job did in fact cure my lip obsession. While I still love to watch women talking, and I can get hard watching shy tongues playing behind moist pink lips, I'm once again able to carry on an intelligent conversation without having to close my eyes. Even with Rachel. Which is quite an accomplishment. My Friends the Allens -- Lips by Mark Aster The End  -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+