Message-ID: <39721asstr$1039381804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <001d01c29ef1$2e6d09c0$0101a8c0@pavilion> From: "Frances LaGatta" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2002 14:37:01 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Between Apples and Oranges(Frances LaGatta) MF/oral/fruit Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2002 16:10:04 -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: newsman, dennyw {ASSM} Between Apples & Oranges (Frances LaGatta) MF/oral/fruit Between Apples and Oranges Act I by Frances LaGatta Could he ever upstage his wife? Was it possible to one up her, ever top the crazy sexual shockers she sprang on him from time to time? Briefcase in hand, still wearing his pilot duds, lusty plans of a counter attack danced in Gabe's head. He felt like a man on a mission as he crossed the dark parking lot, making his way towards the lighted mall marquee that named his wife's place of business. Roberta's Coiffures' closed at 9:00, and knowing Bobbi was working alone tonight, probably finishing up with her last customer, he wanted to surprise her before she locked-up. She didn't know he was in town. . . yet. Through the long storefront window, he was glad the row of gray, chrome trimmed chairs were empty. Gabe's shoes sank into plush black carpeting and he quickly silenced the tinkling bells on the heavily panned door. A blow dryer hummed dully and muffled female chatter punctuated by laughter traveled through a stringed curtain of crystalline, black beads. Unable see into the practical area where Bobbi pumped up her hydraulic chair, along with egos, working magic on heads with a sentry of combs, brushes, scissors or clippers, a toxic mix of lingering potions wafted through the beads and hit him head on. Hairsprays and nail polish, bleach and peroxide and something reminiscent of rotten eggs had him crinkling up his nose. But his distaste was short-lived as he conjured up the scent of her, an intoxicating blend of Fendi perfume, clean, musky shampoo emanating from her long, dark chocolate main of wild spiral curls, and pure working woman. . . he could almost taste the breath mint on her tongue. Posters of male and female models sporting trendy haircuts smiled down from the reception room walls and illuminated glass shelves held an arsenal of hair products. And other than a funhouse maze that he could'nt find his way out of as a kid, Gabe knew had never seen so many mirrors in one place before. He could'nt get away from his reflection if he tried. Bobbi said he had the craggy look of an unfinished sculpture. Nordic, he was tall, blue-eyed and blonde, with a year-long tan, even on his ass; compliments of Roberta, and her tanning beds. Sinking into a cushy white loveseat before a chrome and glass coffee table piled high with magazines, Gabe idly picked one up, and his eyes widened. This was no Ladies Home Journal, 101 Hairstyles, not even Cosmo's, GQ, or a recipe from Good House Keeping. The cover was emblazoned with a glossy photo of an erotically entwined couple. Adam and Eve were missing their fig leafs in a jungle paradise, complete with a forked-tongued python curling down from a tree. And Adam. . . he was taking a bite out of Eve's tempting apple, and holding. . . oddly enough. . . an orange directly above her smiling head. Well, the only women without a past was Eve, and the twisted biblical depiction would've been humorous to him. . . if not for the sudden mental memory of his wife phoning him at work, telling him in a seductive voice that they were to meet for 'the best sex he would ever have.' In short--and according to the booklets instructions on page nine--Bobbi had named an exact time and place and she fully expected him to be there and on time . In bed. Ready, willing, and stark naked. BEFORE she arrived. And the second he heard that motel door open, he was to spread his legs wide. Well, THAT could only mean one thing. Gabe found he had been aroused all day with thoughts of receiving what every red blooded male adored. When Bobbi finally open the door that night, she was balancing a silver serving tray bearing a solitary orange and she wore a sexy little maid's uniform that left her coca brown nipples jutting and her shapely bottom bare above the apron's black bow. He was not only rock hard and raring to go at the mere site, but he wondered how he could restrain himself, keep from cuming too soon. That is until she thrust her pretty face, inches away from his from his own, her dark eyes smoldering with a flame that startled him. She then plucked up a long knife from the tray, and without warning, it swooped down, the sharp blade edge placed dangerously against his manhood. Was she possessed by Elaina Bobbit! His nearly went into cardiac arrest, and he scrambled back against the headboard, shielding his rapidly shriveling cock and family jewels. Roberta shook her long, dark main and gave a him a sexy growl, reminding him of a dominatrix, which she wasn't. Ignoring his reaction, she perched on the edge of the bed, and wielding that wicked- looking knife, he watched in silent fascination as she made a slow, deliberate show of coring the orange like an apple. He could'nt believe the things that were coming out of his normally shy and demure wife's mouth while she licked the juice from her dripping fingers. "Are you going to be a good boy while I suck your cock dry?" she purred, Not about to argue with her, she climbed up between his legs, tantalizing tits dangling while she pushed a pillow under his butt and forced his thighs wide. Before he could blink, his traitorous cock rose again like sword of Damocles. When she fit the cored Sunkist over the head of his cock, his jewels turned blue with need. And then she began a tortuously slow ride with that tight, succulent fruit, up and then down, all the while licking the oozing fruit drink from her clenched hand, and where it coolly trickled down his overheated shaft, leisurely laving his drenched balls in a burst of jolting sensatons. It did get any better that this, he thought. . . until she burrowed lower and her delectable tongue darted at his puckering anal bud like a live wire down and dancing dirty on a rain slick road. The shock nearly sent him careening over the cliff. Sensing he was about to lose control, she quickly gripped the base of his stick and back-shifted, squeezing it tight, sending him to a screeching halt. Nearly insane with frustration, he actually moaned, begging her not to stop before demanding acceleration and release. Pistoning the now mushy pulp, gripping the hard rind tighter, she increased the rhythm of her hand, faster and faster, greedily lapping and laving while she milked him. When she maneuvered her yawning, warm mouth over him, her generous lips shielding her tiny, keyboard teeth, suckling the now purple crown of his cock, and the entire act felt. . . incredibly. . . as if two women were working him over, simultaneous felletto AND fucking. His lower back arched off the pillow, his straining thighs and butt muscles flexed, his body a tightly stung bow, he hurtled into oblivion, fell back onto the pillow, exploding jet after exquisite jet, and like a cat, Bobbi swallowed every bit of his cream mingled with tangy citrus and pulp in the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Christ. The mere remembrance tented his trousers. But that was then, and this was now, and it was her turn to be surprised. He snapped open his briefcase and scrutinized the contents. Among other things, an orange would fit nicely in her mouth when he. . . To be continued. can he top her? Between Apples and Oranges 12/02 copyright Frances LaGatta <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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