Message-ID: <27552asstr$975010205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: AimTwoPlease X-Original-Message-ID: <8vhmp5$f47$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 23 00:01:43 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Tell Me (MF) by AimTwoPlease Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2000 15:10:05 -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: RuiJorge, gill-bates Tell Me -- by AimTwoPlease "Just tell me what to do," she whispered moistly, her mouth active on mine with its soft nibbles. My left hand was busy between her open thighs. Her hips were doing those constant little gyrations, giving me a moving target. I was good at hitting targets. My stiff shaft was pressed against her hip, throbbing insistently. "Tell me how you want me." I moved to mount her, and she began to roll onto her back. "No," I stopped her with a word and my hands. She looked at me curiously and smiled at me with lidded eyes. "Lie on your side." I guided her, gently, onto her right hip with my hands. She turned her head to lay her cheek against the pillow, and then closed her eyes. "Straighten your right leg," I told her, "and bend your left leg up." I positioned her left leg at a 90-degree angle to her body. "There," I said, straddling her straightened right leg, inching closer to her pink openness, "just like that." She sighed, but was otherwise silent. Her arms sprawled in front of her chest, unmoving. She smiled, her eyes still closed. "Just tell me." "Like this," I said, and my fingers aimed my cockhead at the center of the juicy pinkness and smeared it up and down into the creaminess that my fingers had so recently left. She purred and tried to move her hips, but I placed a palm flat on her left hip. "Don't move," I told her. Slowly I nudged forward. I glanced at her face. Her lips were pursed. She was breathing faster now. Concentrating. She was hot inside. Hot and slick, ready to be fucked. I hunched forward and, with a final deliberate thrust, embedded my cock into her welcoming slipperiness. She gave out a little squeal as I bottomed out, and she tried to move her hips, but I leaned over her and restrained her with my weight. "Don't move," I said. "Just let me fuck you." She relaxed, and I sat up again. I prodded yet deeper and flicked against her cervix, and she gasped quickly, twice, and moaned. My left hand found her breasts with their small, hard nipples, and my right hand lay flat on her buttocks to steady her hips. I raised up on my knees, just slightly, and began to stroke into her. "I'm going to fuck you," I said, methodically pumping into her, "Going to fuck this juicy little cunt of yours." My balls were sliding up and down the smooth skin of her inner right thigh. She was getting increasingly wetter inside. "And I'm going to do this for as long as it takes..." I jammed myself, hard, into her cunt and made her groan again. "Until you come for me." "Tell me," she moaned. I drove more forcefully into her. She began to pant, began to do that hyperventilating thing that always signaled she was getting close. "Because," I said, bottoming out strongly on every instroke, "because you are the most..." -- her individual soft moans were becoming more and more connected -- "...incredible fuck..." -- and louder -- "I have ever known..." -- her body began to writhe in my grasp -- "...in my entire life..." Her two hands clutched my left wrist and her back arched and she cried out sharply as her orgasm rippled through her body. It was too much for me. I gave her three more driving thrusts and then I came, too, with a heart-stopping hot rush of a spasm that had me fighting to shove my cock against her lungs. I gasped and exploded into her, long streams that mixed with her juices, and we writhed and shuddered against each other, leaving us both panting for air. I remained inside her, feeling her nibble on my cock as it softened. She spoke first. "Tell me," she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, "Tell me what you want next." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+