Message-ID: <29465asstr$985252203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: Subject: {ASSM} T07 Strip, No Tease {Titmouse} (MF,oral) Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 04:10:03 -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: kelly, gill-bates Strip, No Tease {Titmouse} (MF,oral) ------------------------------------ WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things offend you, quit reading now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Strip, No Tease by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved Carrie raised a hand to the top button of her blouse. "So, you wanna see 'em?" she asked. "Sure," I said. "I've been wondering what they looked like since we met." "I know you have," she said. "I see you looking at them all the time. I thought that tonight you deserved to find out." Carrie slowly began to unfasten the buttons. She moved her hips to the slow rhythm of music from the radio. As her hands moved downward, the blouse opened gradually, revealing the tops of her breasts cupped in a lavender bra. The round tops plunged into a deep cleavage. I watched her, daydreaming about running my tongue down between her large, soft tits. Carrie released another button, allowing the blouse to gap farther apart. She slid a hand inside it and cupped her own breast, just as I would have liked to do. She squeezed it, eyes closed to savor the sensation, and ran her thumb and finger down to the tip where her nipple was raising a bump under the fabric, pinching and pulling on it. Then she resumed her job of unbuttoning. At last, the two sides of her blouse separated. Carrie turned her back to me, gave me a coy look over her shoulder, and let the blouse slip down and off her arms. She tossed it onto a nearby chair. Swaying to the music gracefully, she crossed her arms in front of her, hugging herself with a hand on each shoulder. She stoked at each bra strap with her fingers, first one and then the other, until both had slipped over her shoulders. Still with her back to me, Carrie reached up and slipped the catch on her bra. She crossed her arms across her breasts again to hold the bra in place and turned back to face me. She twisted her shoulders slowly and sensuously, making the bra straps slide down lower and, with only slightly revealing glimpses of more breast, worked the strap on one side down past her elbow and slipped her arm free. Then she did the same with her other arm. Now, only Carrie's crossed arms kept the bra in place. Slowly, she lowered the left side, exposing more of the top of her breast until the rosy region around her nipple showed, and then the nipple itself peeked free, erect and taut. Carrie dropped her arm and the bra fell away, exposing her left breast. "That's the smaller one," she said. "Looks fine to me," I told her. Carrie's left hand still held the remaining bra cup over her right breast. She squeezed herself, then moved her hand underneath her breast to lift it, offering it to me. She pulled the bra away and let it slide to the floor. Turning slightly to one side, Carrie pulled her shoulders back, then turned back the other way, displaying her tits from both sides. "What do you think?" she said. "They're beautiful," I told her. "They're perfect!" "Do you think so?" she asked, as if bemused by the idea. Carrie crossed her arms behind her head, making her breasts jut out even more prominently, and shook them gently from side to side. "Well," she said, "is there anything else you'd like to see?" "I'd like to see it all," I said. "I want to see everything." "There's an idea," Carrie admitted. She pressed a finger against her lips, thinking. "Well, okay." Carrie dropped her hands to the waist of her skirt. She found the zipper at the side and slid it down. With a rocking motion of her hips, she slowly worked the skirt over her fanny and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it daintily. After she laid it carefully across the chair arm, she did the same with the dark purple slip. She wasn't wearing nylons, just high-cut panties in a lavender color that matched the bra she had been wearing. Carrie turned her back toward me, glanced over her shoulder and smiled, and rolled the panties over her hips and down her thighs, revealing a smooth, well-toned butt. "Nice?" she asked. "You bet," I assured her. "Well," Carrie said, reaching for her blouse, "unless you..." "Wait a minute," I protested. "I haven't seen everything!" "Oh," she said, still acting bemused. "That's right, I guess you haven't." With an impish expression, she stepped to the sofa and turned to face me, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together. Only her dark bush showed above them. Then she sat on the sofa, still keeping her knees together. Carrie looked at me and, when she was sure she had my attention, relaxed her legs and slowly let her knees fall apart. "Can you see all right?" she asked solicitously. "Not quite," I said. "Here, then," Carrie said, scooting her butt forward on the sofa and spreading her legs wide. The dark rose color of her pussy lips showed between her legs, slightly open and glistening with dampness. "Now can you see?" "Yes," I said. "Now I can see." "Do you like what you see?" Carrie asked me. "Of course I do," I said. "You're beautiful." Carrie licked a finger and then slipped it between the lips of her pussy. She moved it up to the button of her clit and rolled it around. She put her finger into her mouth again, then moved it back to her pussy and slowly inserted it between the lips and into her cunt. When it was all the way in, Carrie rolled her wrist around, rotating her finger up inside her. Then she slipped it out again, now wet with her juices, and teased her clit again with her fingertip. She closed her eyes and took a ragged breath. Then she opened them again and looked at me. "So," she asked, "is looking all you want to do?" Instead of answering, I went down on my hands and knees and crawled across the room to her. Kneeling in front of her, I put a hand on each thigh and spread them wide apart. The lips of her pussy opened slightly, revealing the slick bud of her clit and hinting at the opening of her deeper channel. I leaned forward and buried my face in her pussy. First, I stuck my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could and forced it back and forth and in and out. Then, I licked upward toward her clit. Carrie moved her hand out of the way. I flicked her clit with my tongue, chewed on the lips of her pussy, and wrapped my mouth around her clit and rubbed it vigorously with my tongue. Carrie seemed to like that. She rolled her hips, pushing up against my wickedly teasing tongue and moaning softly. "God," she said. "I'm so ready. I could cum just like this." She was very wet, and not just from my kisses. "Be my guest," I told her. "I want you to cum." With a gasp, she reached forward with both hands and pulled my head into her cunt. I lashed at her clit with my tongue, and Carrie bucked her hips up at me in increasingly convulsive jerks. "Oh, jeez!" she gasped. "I'm so close, baby. Lick it for me, honey, please! Make me cum!" Her hands were pressing my mouth hard against her pussy. My tongue and lips flicked and sucked and pushed into her and rolled her clit and nibbled at it and licked and hummed. I sucked on her clit like it was a nipple. I shook my head from side to side, holding it in my lips. Then I lapped at it like a dog -- strong, long licks. With a shudder and a gasp, Carrie came convulsively. She pushed her pussy at my mouth and humped on my tongue. "Ahhhghgh!" she cried, then whispered, "oh yes baby that's so good oh fuck me with your tongue honey oh lick me oh ohmigod lick me yes baby that's it that's it that's it." After a while, Carrie relaxed and took a deep breath. Her thighs, which had been clasping my head, relaxed and fell wide apart. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Put it in me," she said. "Right now, baby. Don't waste any more time. I want your cock right now." I rose up on my knees and tore my pants open, forced them and my underwear down, and shuffled forward into position. "Put it in me, baby" Carrie said. "Put it in my pussy." She put a hand under each of her knees and lifted up and out, spreading herself open before me. I put the head of my rock-hard cock at the opening, waggled it up and down to get some of her lubrication on it, and pressed forward. I got about halfway in before her tight channel resisted me, so I pulled back a little and rocked back and forth. Then I pushed forward again. My prick slid in smoothly in one steady motion until her pussy lips were spread wide around the base of my prick and I could feel the head pushing against the back of her cunt. I pulled out and pushed back into her again. Carrie wrapped her legs around my waist, clutching me with her thighs. Her heels prodded at my butt, pulling me into her. I shoved my cock in and out of her pussy. I slipped my arms behind her back and pulled her forward against me, pressing her tits against my chest. My other hand slipped down behind her butt and pulled her cunt forward, forcing it onto my cock as deep as it could go. Carrie hunched her hips forward, meeting every thrust I gave her. She shook her hips back and forth as I pumped in and out of her pussy. Her lips kissed all over my face, then dropped to my mouth and, opening deeply, forced her tongue into my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking on my tongue. Carrie put her hands behind my butt, and both of us pulled toward each other, pressing her cunt onto my hard cock. She was making little moans and cries as I pumped into her, and I could tell that she was going to cum again. I love fucking a repeater. "Oh, yes, honey," she whimpered. "Oh, give it to me, just like that. Yes, yessss. Push it in me. Push your cock in there. Fuck me harder. Harder! Yes, damn it. Give me your prick, baby. Stick it in me all the way. Ah! Ah!" Carrie's whole body began to shudder with passion. She held her legs as far apart as possible so that I could fuck my dick into her cunt. Then she put her legs back around me again, pulling me into her, socking her pussy up to meet my thrusts. Then she came again. "Ah! Ah! Oh, god!" she cried. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm cumming! Yes! Ah!" Arms around my neck, she pulled herself up against me, pressing those marvelous tits into my chest while she snapped her pussy up to meet each of my thrusts into her. Then, as her orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed, letting her legs down to the floor. I continued to stroke into her, slow and steady. "Mmmmmm," Carrie moaned. "My, does that feel good. Does it feel good to you, baby?" "Jesus!" I said. "Yes, it feels good. You're so hot and tight. It's wrapped around my cock. I can feel you milking it." And she was. Carrie's pussy gripped my prick. She would relax each time I pushed forward, giving me free access to bury my cock as deep as possible inside her. Then, when I drew back for another stroke, Carrie tightened the muscles of her cunt, resisting my withdrawal. "That's real good, babe," I told her. "It almost feels like you're sucking me." "Now, there's an idea," Carrie said. She pushed my shoulders away and hunched backward with her pussy. My cock slipped out. "Let me eat you, honey." She patted the sofa, indicating that she wanted me to sit there, and slid off onto the floor. We changed places, with Carrie kneeling between my legs. "What a lovely prick," she said. "It looks as good as it felt." Carrie leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, "it tastes like me." She extended her tongue and began to lick the head, grasping me in one hand to hold it steady. When she had cleaned the head to her satisfaction, Carrie pushed her lips down over it, holding just the head inside her mouth and sucking on it. Then, maintaining a sucking vacuum, she forced me deep into her mouth. She pumped her head back and forth, her lips forming a grasping ring around my cock that she slid up and down its length. When I was deep inside her mouth, she waggled her tongue back and forth along the underside of my prick. "Like that, baby?" she asked, pulling her mouth off me. Her hand pumped up and down on my dick. "Do you like it when I suck your cock? Do you want to cum in my mouth, baby?" I didn't answer and Carrie didn't really expect me to. Without waiting, she put my prick back in her mouth and began working on it again. Now, her hand joined her lips, jacking up and down on my cock with her mouth. It slid through her clutching finger into the warm, sucking tunnel of her mouth and then back out again, her lips trailing along it as if yielding it reluctantly. Carrie began to work on me energetically, shoving her head down onto my cock and pulling back quickly, only to shove me into her mouth again. She also began humming at the back of her throat, little moans of passion each time she exhaled, which imparted a vibration to my cock. My prick shot in and out of her sucking mouth and clinging fingers. "Oh, jeez, babe," I warned her, "that's gonna do it. Oh, god!" I could feel it start somewhere around my toes. A burst of warmth and tension shot through my loins. Carrie sensed that it was coming and sucked my cock frantically, furiously, throwing her head forward and back, rotating her mouth around my prick while she sucked so hard that smacking sounds burst out around her lips. Her hand flew up and down along the shaft of my cock. I shoved my hips back and forth, fucking into her mouth, and exploded convulsively, spewing cum into that warm, grasping cavern. Carrie kept sucking as the jets of cum splatted against the back of her mouth. She swallowed hard, several times, each swallow tugging on the length of my cock and extending the sensation. When I stopped shooting, Carrie kept her mouth on my prick for a while, sucking on it more gently as I gradually came down from the peak. Every now and then, she'd run her tongue under the bottom of my cockhead, sending an electric pulse shooting through me. Finally, she pulled back and let my dick slip out of her mouth. "Ummmmm," she said, licking her lips, "my favorite drink." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Strip, No Tease' by Titmouse. Story 07 Author's Note: The real life inspiration for Carrie was a consultant who worked for my company for several months. She had perhaps the most perfect set of knockers of any woman I've ever known -- big, but not too big. Thrusting, almost imperious, perfectly proportioned. It was rumored that she was gay, actually, and there was some ambiguous evidence to support it, but that didn't stop me from fantasizing about her. --- This story, as long as it bears my pseudonym and copyright, is released to the public domain. 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