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From: slipperyquill@aol.com (Slippery Quill)
Subject: {ASSM} (Corrected) Finally - For the First TIme (MF/M, slutwive, creampie, cons, love)
Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 21:10:04 -0500
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Finally, for the First Time
By Slippery Quill (slipperyquill@aol.com)

   I sit in the shadows across the room as you and your lover snuggle and
make out on the couch.  I can see our friend's bulge straining at his
slacks as your hands roam over each other's bodies.  Your kisses are
playful and relaxed, but with an underlying, leashed urgency.  It has taken
you several sessions to teach him how to kiss and make love to you the way
you need it.

   This is the first time I have been present to watch what I have
fantasized about - watching my wife enjoying and being enjoyed by another
man, completely and fully.  He has been uncomfortable with the idea of me
being in the same room, but is gradually easing into it.  Eventually, you
want both of us men to share you at the same time - give you two mouths,
four hands, two bodies, two cocks to play with at once.  I stiffen at the
mere thought, but for now, we must take it slow, lest our relationship with
S.  become strained.

   I rub myself slowly through my trousers and try to stay calm as I watch
him slip one hand under your tight shirt and smooth over your belly,
trailing upward to cup one generous handful of left breast.  The moan you
bury in his mouth sounds delicious.  I can see a spreading patch of darker
fabric on your loose blue shorts, telling me how very, very wet you are.  I
can imagine how hot and needy and slippery you must be, to ooze so much
nectar.  Your arousal is not lost on S.  either, but he is content to tease
you mercilessly as he sensuously strokes and kisses and nuzzles your neck,
face, and other sensitive places, tasting the salt on your clean, warm
skin. I know your flavour well.

   Your own wandering fingers find the button on his shirt and open it to
his navel, pulling the shirttails out of his waistband.  You plant little
kisses on his chest, nipping gently at his nipples, your hands stroking and
playing with the hairs on his chest, and following the 'happy trail' to his
groin.

   Your lust has made you greedy.  No longer content to merely cup his
bulge, you begin to open his fly, hungry to feel the heat of his awakened
flesh in your hand.  Once opened, your hand disappears inside his boxers,
beginning a gentle stroking motion and eliciting a heartfelt groan from our
friend.  I muffle a similar groan as I try to reign in my lust.  You are
tracing his lips with your tongue.

   S.  gives in to your call, and slides his wandering, grabby hand down
from your breasts across your belly, down your hips, stroking your thighs,
and then, on the upstroke, slips his hand inside the leg of your drenched
shorts.  You gasp as his fingers find your sopping cunt, and he groans with
delight at the first touch of the warm, inviting place you have made for
him.  I am very pleased that you have started getting so turned on again!
Rarely since we were teenagers have you gotten so soggy and lubricated.  I
am thankful to S.  for helping bring back the teenager inside you, if
nothing else.  Wonderful!

   I watch as in a dream as you cum from his caresses, bearing down and
gasping as his fingers stroke and probe your soft, sweet pussy.  After
three climaxes, you grasp his wrist and pull his hand to your mouth so you
can suck the slick juice from his fingers.  You kiss him, sharing your
taste with him before kneeling on the floor before him, pulling your
scrunched-up shirt over your head.  You want to taste his juice now.

   He obligingly lifts his feet so you can remove his socks, and raises his
hips to allow for the removal of his slacks as you, almost as in a ritual,
prepare to suck his cock.  The fat head of his member peeks out from the
fly of his tented boxers, drooling precum.  You told me about how much he
leaks, and how good he tastes.  Now I see that at least the volume wasn't
an exaggeration.  You look into his face as you slip your hands into the
waistband of his boxers and tug them down over his hips and off, leaving
him in his opened, black, long-sleeved shirt.

   You grasp his fat, leaking tool in one hand, stroking it gently up and
down, while the other hand strokes his thighs, belly, and lingers briefly
at his groin, cupping his balls.  You look over your shoulder at where I
sit in shadow, and give me a smile, your eyes glazed with lust.  You pretty
little Slut.  You lick your lips and turn away, bending down to the task at
hand.  You lick slowly from the base to the tip, cleaning the rivulets of
clear, sticky juice from his veiny cock.  Your free hand creeps down to
caress the needy folds of your squishy cunt as you enjoy a mouthful of hot,
drippy manhood.

   What a sight you are!  Dressed only in very loose, very damp blue
shorts, kneeling on the floor in front of our couch, your fingers stroking
your inflamed cunt while you make mewling, lusty sounds, your hungry mouth
full of the rigid, tasty erection of a man not your husband.  I want
nothing better than to pull down your shorts and bury my face in the
sopping fur and flesh of your steaming crotch.  The room is full of the
musky scent of intensely aroused woman.  And I love it.

   S.  groans appreciably as you pleasure him with your lips, tongue,
teeth, and hand.  You gaze into his eyes as you rub his constantly
dribbling cockhead on your cheek before popping him back into your mouth
for a moment of bliss.  We all wish that your jaw did not bother you so
much, else you could slurp him to your heart's content.  You frig yourself
to orgasm and come to an erect position on your knees while you buck and
shudder and gasp: "D., kiss me now!" I oblige, entering the scene briefly
to taste your cream-flavoured mouth.  Our tongues wrestle as you moan out
another climax, and I break off the kiss to retreat out of the scene again.
Yes, he is tasty, too.

   You stand on wobbly legs and S.  moves to the edge of the couch, kissing
your belly and inhaling the hot scent of what is still hidden beneath the
wet blue fabric below your navel.  You help him the rest of the way out of
his shirt as he supports you, and keeps you from falling.  Once free of his
shirt, he strokes your body earnestly roaming over your back and breasts
and legs.  Finally, he grabs the elastic waistband of your shorts and
pushes them down your shapely hips.  Your hand guides his head to your
trimmed, glistening wet patch of fur, and I hear your gasp as his searching
tongue makes contact with your sensitive nubbin.  He slowly runs his tongue
and nose in your channel, bumping your clit with each stroke as he tastes
you.  Finally neither of you can take any more.

   He turns you to sit on the couch, your thighs at the edge.  He raises
himself to place himself on level with your open, ready pussy.  Your hands
reach down to grasp his erect member and rub the head of his penis in the
channel of your drenched vulva.  He gasps out loud at the sensation of his
sensitive cockhead nestling in your hot, liquidly welcoming folds.  I moan
myself, at the knowledge of the sensation, the mind-blowing intensity of
the feeling.

   Finally, you aim his naked member at the entrance to your welcoming
pussy, and sigh luxuriously as he presses the head into you.  You both rest
there a minute, until he begins to gently rock his hips, easing a little
more of his thick length into my beautiful, loving, and slutty wife.  You
groan as you feel his balls bounce against your ass, telling that he is
fully inside you.  I watch transfixed as our friend pulls his slick, shiny
cock from you and then pushes in back home to the hilt.  Over and over in a
building rhythm, you move together.  You stroke your clit and wet your
fingers with your juice, bringing them up to S.'s mouth to suck.  I love it
when you do that to me.  As your orgasm builds inside your belly, and you
wrap your shapely legs around his waist, I shed my trousers and
boxer-briefs to release my own eager cock.  Pumping furiously in time to
his thrusts.  There is so much I want to do, but know it's best to wait for
another time.

   With a shuddering, groaning, moaning, cry, S.  grinds his pubes into
your clit and fills your womb with his customarily huge load of thick
spunk, flooding you with a hot rush of extra wetness, which almost always
sets you off.  This time is no exception.  S.  nuzzles you gently and stays
inside you, stroking gently during the aftershocks.  Seeing my predicament,
you ask S.  to pull out this time, and as he does so, you pull me down for
sloppy seconds.  One hand reaches up to touch my face, as the other pulls
gently at my turgid erection.  I see and feel the white drips of S.'s semen
trickling from your stretched, open pussy lips, and it is very hard to keep
from coming too soon.

   As your hand guides me inside, I feel the extra-slippery lubrication as
I dip the head of my penis into another man's freshly deposited semen.  I
moan a low, throaty growl as I sink fully into you.  I am lost in the
eroticism and lust of the moment and begin to uncontrollably rut into your
welcoming body.  I press myself against your sweaty body, feeling the fullness
of your breast against my chest, your nipples pushing back against me like
marbles.  I am half-aware as you urge S.  to move closer so you can suck
him clean.  The sight of his cock slipping into your mouth mere inches from
my face sends me over the edge, and I lose myself in the most intense
orgasm of my life.  I add a copious load of my own to your very full, very
creamy pie, and collapse on top of you, senseless.

   When I recover a few minutes later, you are stroking my hair and telling
me how much you love me.  I can hear S.  in the kitchen, getting us all
something to eat and drink, good guy that he is.

   You look into my eyes, and I know what your gaze means.  You want what I
want.  I lie down on the carpet on my back, and wait for you.  Very
carefully, on shaky legs, you slide down to straddle my head, and lower
yourself over my face.  I reach out with my tongue as my hands reach out to
steady your bottom.  "Eat me, Lover.  Yes!  Suck my pussy!  Taste our
juices.  Make me come again." What else can I do?  I oblige.

   I Love You.



   Copyright 2002 by Slippery Quill.  You may distribute and archive this
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author's name (that's me!).  Any other users (pay/AVS sites, etc.) must
receive my specific written permission.  

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