Message-ID: <36414asstr$1021021804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Earth Holder" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 May 2002 04:30:20.0342 (UTC) FILETIME=[64C20560:01C1F7DB] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 00:30:19 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Chat Fantasy (MF, slow, sensual) Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 05:10:04 -0400 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: gill-bates, dennyw STANDARD DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 SHOULD NOT READ THIS. SHOO! GET THE LATEST K-MART FLYER AND LOOK AT THE UNDERWEAR ADS! Second disclaimer: This is a rather gentle piece of con-sensual writing; if you are looking for raunch, you won't find it here. This is a first story, based upon experience and imagination. Constructive e-mailed comments would be welcome. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows. earth_holder@hotmail.com ********************************************************************** Chat Fantasy (MF, slow, sensual) The lights are off. I am wearing a man's shirt and panties, having a last look at the Chat before I go to bed. I sit at my keyboard, watching the Who's Here, when a talk window opens with the handle "Long Distance", and the message: "I can touch you." I type back: "Yeah, sure you can! Go ahead." And I do a quick find and profile on this guy, and it comes up blank! "Now how did he do that? "What's this fellow up to?" I wonder, and as I lean back in my chair I see his return message: "Don't turn around." Just then I feel a hand on the back of my neck! I jump, and whip my head around, but nobody's there! When I turn back to the screen, I see another of his messages: "I said, 'Don't turn around!'" All of my muscles tense, waiting. Then I feel the hand on the back of my neck again. It is a gentle, strong hand, and when it caresses my neck and sweeps my hair to the side, I cannot help but turn around again. No one! I really can't believe this, so I type: "What are you doing?" The screen shows a smiley: ;-})> and then the message: "Just relax and enjoy!" I am really a little scared, but also curious and a little aroused, and my neck tingles from where I felt the hand, so I lean back into the chair and close my eyes. Almost at once, I feel the hand on my neck again, sweeping away my hair, and a definite kiss is planted on my neck, and I think I can feel a moustache and beard! Little shivers start up and down my spine. The hand gently massages my neck, and I begin to relax a little, until I feel the first button on my shirt undo! I look down sharply, in time to see another one undo! I'm not sure I like this, it's a bit too weird, and I sit up straight. But the hand on my neck feels verrrry good, and now I feel another hand stroke my forehead, and then my eyebrows, and then my eyelids, and I feel a sense of warmth and well-being, and I keep my eyes closed. The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel a finger stroke along my lips. With each stroke, a little arrow of sensation darts from my chest into my belly. I think: "I don't care that it's weird, it feels really good!", and I open my eyes for a moment, and see the message in the talk window: "It only gets better!" I feel the hands caressing my chin and neck, and I close my eyes again, leaning back in the chair. The hands stroke down my neck, getting closer to my breasts. I can feel the fabric of the shirt slip back and forth over the tips of my nipples with the stroking, and they come erect. I shift in the chair without thinking, my thighs parting slightly to ease an almost unconsciously-felt pressure. Now the hands are caressing the curve of my breasts, with fingertips slipping under their weight, to slide along the sensitive crease where they join my chest, and when the thumbs stroke over my nipples for the first time, my breath comes in sharply, and I feel another arrow of sensation shooting from my nipples into my belly. I don't mean to, but I open my eyes and turn my head, and the feeling of the hands disappears instantly! I lean forward quickly, and type: "I'm sorry, please come back!" The message returns: "Close your eyes and lean back." And I do. Almost instantly the hands are back, undoing the rest of the shirt buttons. I lean my head back, and then I feel little hairs tickle my breasts, and then a light pressure and warmth, and then I feel a warm kiss on my lips. I can't stop myself, and I raise a hand to feel if someone is really there, and for an instant, I think I feel skin, but then it is gone. I drop my hand. Now there is the sensation of lips nibbling at my neck, kissing their way down to my breasts. The blood rushes into my head, and I feel my scalp tingle, and a pressure in my cheeks. Then the lips gently close over a nipple, and tug on it, pulling it up from my breast. My whole body gives a little jerk, as the sensation of a tongue moves back and forth over the nipple, and a feeling of suction pulls my whole nipple into this unseen mouth. I squeeze my eyes closed, and just give into the sensations. At the same time as the mouth is loving one nipple, a hand is pinching the other between index and middle finger with rhythmic squeezes, thumb stroking across nipple over and over. The rhythm of the mouth and the fingers sends a continuous stream of sensation through my body, and I feel small contractions happening between my thighs, and a fluttery quiver in my belly. The mouth begins over again with my other nipple, and I feel a hand giving the abandoned nipple a slide-y caress in the moisture left by his mouth. Now I feel a hand starting to stroke down my belly, not in a hurry at all, just feeling the skin and caressing lower every time. I open my eyes again, and it all disappears, except for my arousal. I lift my bottom, and take off my panties, throwing them at random. Then I sit back in the chair again, deliberately lifting my pelvis and separating my thighs. I lean back, close my eyes, and wait. What I suddenly feel is the heat and touch of a torso against my breasts and belly, and simultaneously with a deep kiss, I feel the touch and pressure of an erection against my moist furriness. My whole body contracts with the sensation, and I involuntarily lift my arms again in order to hug this person. This time, as my arms wrap around the feeling of a body, his arms also slip between my back and the chair, to hug me as well. I decide to open my eyes NOW, but I CAN'T OPEN THEM! It's as if they were glued shut. The mouth kisses it's way up to my eyes, and kisses my eyelids, teasing them gently with the tip of the tongue. My being scared fades off in the nice feel of this body holding me, and the warm skin under my hands and arms, against my belly and thighs. I feel that it's alright, and I relax again, except for a delicious feeling of pressure and tightness where his erection is hard against my wetness. Now I feel his mouth glide down, kissing its way to my breasts again. My nipples crinkle in anticipation, and then I give myself up completely to the glorious sensation as he loves my nipples again with his mouth and fingers. As his other hand slips down between his body and mine, I press my fingers into his back, sliding one hand down his back to feel his muscular bottom, and the other up to his head, to pull it in closer as he creates sharp sensations in my nipples and belly. As I feel his hand caressing my belly lower and lower, I bring my legs up higher, separating them widely to give him access. But to my surprise, he doesn't immediately touch me at my core. Instead, he strokes his hand down one side of my vulva, fingertips feeling and caressing the hair and skin, stroking my inner thigh. Then he glides his hand back up, and I hold my breath in anticipation, but once again, he just strokes down the other side of my outer lips to my thigh. Then, with the pressure of his hand against my outer lips, I become aware of how swollen I have become, and enjoy the sensation of the pressure on first one side and then the other as he repeats the caress. Finally, he cups me in his hand, his fingertips just barely touching and tickling at the entrance between my swollen lips, where I can feel my wetness, and knowing that he can feel it too. He moves his fingers more and more in my wetness, still cupping me, the top of his palm pressing against my clitoris with little rhythmic pulses. Then with his fingertips wet, he draws them up and down, sliding along the inside of my inner lips, caressing them, stroking them, and then he inserts the tips between my inner and outer lips, shocking me with the incredible sensitivity there. My thighs begin to quiver, and there is an intense flutter beginning deep inside me. Now he moves his hand, and I feel him grasp my inner lips just where they meet over my clit, and he begins to *tug* down on them quickly, over and over. Every time he *tugs* down on them, they slide over my clit, and I feel the pressure of my blood and my heat and wetness increase, and my breath moans with each exhalation. He places a finger on my swollen clit, and now as he tugs on my lips, he taps his finger lightly on my clit at the same time. Every tap sends daggers of electricity all though my body, into my ears, into my nipples, into my womb, into my heated, swollen sheath, where erratic involuntary spasms are beginning. When he moves his mouth from my nipples up to my mouth, I kiss him passionately, and he slowly presses his fingers just into my slippery entrance. The muscles of my belly contract involuntarily, bringing my pelvis up, forcing his fingertips to slip past the ring of muscle into me. He wets his thumb, and begins making circles with it on the tip of my clit, as he strokes his fingers strongly in and out of me. I feel his little finger slide wetly down to my anus, and now with every stroke of his fingers inside my sheath, I feel his finger advancing, pushing, sliding into my ass further and further. Finally, his fingers are deeply embedded inside me front and back. Holding them pressed into me, thumb on my clit, he *SHAKES* his hand with a large, sharp movement, stretching and moving me, my ass, my cunt, my clit, my womb. He does this *SHAKE* over and over, and each time my muscles spasm on his fingers and hand, and each time I scream into his mouth from the rush and fullness of sensation. Then he takes his hand away, sliding his fingers out of me, slowly, slowly, abandoning my yearning. But I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and I draw in my breath, waiting for him to fill me up. But he teases me, pressing in until it is just beginning to open the ring of muscle, and then drawing back a little. Finally, he presses in slowly, and I feel the ring expand and open and slide over the head. We both catch our breath in that moment, our expanding chests squeezing my breasts between us. He presses forward, gliding all the way into me, and I feel as if he is filling me completely. When he is in me as far as I think he can go, he hugs me very strongly with his arms, and pressing hard against me with all of his weight, forces himself even more deeply inside my body than I could every have imagined possible. My muscles contract in abrupt, uneven spasms again and again, and I feel the thickness of him inside my cunt as I spasm, my muscle trying to close on him, and I know that he can feel it happen. It makes me smile as I kiss him deeply. He starts a strong, pulsing rhythm, like the ocean waves, washing up against me with each in-stroke, ebbing with each out-stroke. I move in concert with him, my voice and my breath singing my arousal and joy in his ear with each gasp for air and each moan. My sensation moves higher and higher, and I suddenly convulse in a rolling, rushing, thunder of climaxes, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes jumping from peak to peak, sometimes soaring higher and higher until I cannot breath, and then breaking away back to deep spasms that shake my body like a hurricane. I feel him thrust himself completely, deeply into me again, and I hear his voice and breath in my ear crying out his climax. As he gasps and moans, I can feel him pulse against my cervix, and feel a deep heat spreading from him into me. This pushes me into another series of climaxes, each spasm provoked by each of his pulses against my cervix. The two of us continue to hold each other closely, heads pressed tightly together, jaw to jaw, enjoying all of the sensations: the feeling of great heat in my sheath, the slow relaxation of muscles, the little aftershock spasms -- both his and mine -- the slow subsiding of the swelling of breasts, vulva, lips. My scalp itches, and when I bring my arms up to scratch, he loves my breasts with his lips and tongue, still pressed deeply into my body and being. Then we hug each other again, smelling ourselves, smiling in pleasure and release. Suddenly, I wake up! I am in my chair, naked. The screen on the computer is dark. I am startled and think: "Was it all a dream?" I get up, and feel the wetness where I have been oozing onto the chair seat. I stagger over to my bed, slip under the covers, and fall asleep. --------------------------------------------------------------------- _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+