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Couch, The (f-solo, mast)
BY mYSCHIEF (myschief@aol.com)
(C) 1998

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Hi again, I hope you enjoy this story.  As always I love to hear your
comments and suggestions.  email me at myschief1@juno.com - remember
the golden rules...... you must be at least 21 and not be offended by
graphic descriptions of sexual acts.  


The Couch

by: Myschief

She is alone, the lights are turned down low and the television is on. She
rented a porn earlier and the movie is half over.  

	A man is standing in front of a woman. She is sitting on a chair, it's
	fully reclined and her leg is casually draped over the arm. He has a
	bottle of honey turned upside down and he is letting the sweet
	syrup drip slowly onto her firm stomach. He leans forward so that
	his cock breaks into the stream, coating his shaft with the sticky
	liquid. She sits forward and licks at his cock, savoring the honey.
	He responds to her warm tongue by moving even closer to her. She
	takes him into her mouth and works her way down his stiff shaft. 

The scene quickly moves on as she watches with anticipation. 

	The man has taken the woman by the ankles and pulled her to the
	edge of the chair. He drops before her and uses his tongue to clean
	the honey from her stomach.  He makes his was down and kisses
	her mound, teasing her for only a moment before he backs away. 
	He slides into her, slowly at first watching as his cock descends
	deeper into her. The pace quickens as she begins to move her
	hips, matching his quickening stokes.

She is enjoying the movie, watching quietly. The vibrator hums slightly now,
she is very aware of the minute movements that are caressing her soft,
warm cavern. Her finger moves over her clit, teasing it slightly. It is slowly
filling with blood and becoming more and more sensitive with each pass of
her finger. She leans deeper into the pillow that is supporting her head,
arching her back and raising her hips. 

She has not taken her eyes off the television. 

	The couple in the movie are getting closer to their climaxes.  He
	pulls out and comes, his hand on his cock as he milks every last
	drop onto her stomach, the women in the movie reaches up to take
	him into her mouth, finishing with a sultry smile for her lover
	and us.

The movie is over, she turns her attention to the vibrator that is nestled
between her soft thighs. The sensation is stronger now, she is ready to
concentrate on her own pleasure. She moves the toy slowly in and out, it
glides effortlessly past her wet, pink lips. Her hips are swaying up and
down. Her finger moves across her clit with more and more passion. She
slides the vibrator out and moves her free hand up her stomach to find a
hard nipple, pinching it slightly between her forefinger and thumb. Her lips
part slightly and a quiet moan escapes. Her finger slides over her clit and
dives deeply into her wet, tight cavern. Her hips raise higher and her breath
quickens, she kneads her breast with more intensity now and gasps with
each stroke of her finger. She pushes her head back deeper into the pillow
and quickens her pace, alternating between the intense pleasure of
pressure on her clit and the need for penetration. 

Short, soft breaths escape from between her lips and her legs have begun
to shake slightly. The movement of her hips no longer subtle, they raise to
meet every thrust of her hand. She begins to cry out encouragement to
herself, hitting just the right spot. She has lost all awareness of her
surroundings, feeling the orgasm take over every muscle in her body. Her
breath catches between each gasp for air. 

The pleasure courses through her body, first through her sex then radiating
out through every limb of her body. She falls back onto the couch, enjoying
the euphoria that comes with an intense orgasm. She lays there, a slight
smile touching her lips, feeling her juices running down the inside of her
thighs. Still unconsciously tracing her erect nipples with one hand, she
raises the other and sucks her finger deeply into her mouth. tasting the
sweet nectar.

She switches the television off and finds her way through the dark house to
the warm confines of her bed and drifts off to sleep, satisfied.

MP
1/11/98, 2:09 a.m.
