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These are my favorite stories. I have about 500 of them and will post them as I can convert them to  text
from Wordperfect.
Comments Welcome.
Enjoy

BJ

                          Diane's  Twist

                         By XARTHUR

     Diane leaned forward at her terminal.  As I stood behind her, helping 
her with the program, I could easily see down her loose low cut blouse 
as it fell forward, revealing her well formed firm breasts. With skin like 
ivory, their fullness excited me. I would love to touch them, slide my fingers 
over their warm silken surface, feel the soft pliable curves as they fill my hands.  
And then gently sink my fingers together, cupping the firm warm flesh, 
grazing her nipples in my palms as they harden to my touch. 

     I would like to squeeze them, gently at first and then more firmly as 
she moans with pleasure at my strength. My thumbs and fore fingers would 
grasp the engorged nipples with gentle firmity; slowly, ever so  slowly, rub 
them and twist them, pulling on them, raising her ecstasy ever higher. I 
would then squeeze and fondle with greater resolve, filling my hands 
until the soft breast flesh begins to bulge between my fingers. Pulling and 
twisting, I would milk them for her as I stand behind her, bent forward 
over her shoulder grasping her beautiful grapefruit sized orbs. 

     I dream.

     Diane just moans with pleasure.  Her head thrown back, she gently rocks 
it back and forth against my lap.  I know she fully feels my hardness, my 
distended member, my cock, filled with lust and longing. I know she knows 
it is ready for release.  Yet she maintains her own high -- for it is not for me 
to decide when, and whose, nirvana shall be obtained. 

     She reaches up and behind her -- and me -- pulling her slight shoulders 
back, arching forward so her breasts jut forward with excitement.  I believe 
they have actually increased in size through this ministration. Her 
deep wanton breathing heaves them up and out.  The edges of my hands, 
now completely filled with her aching breasts, are resting just below them 
on her ribcage. I realize she has now surrendered them to me, to use as I 
feel fit, to caress, squeeze, fondle, twist, maul, milk, wrench, mangle, push, 
pinch, crush, tweak, squash.  Everything, and anything I desire, just so long 
as I take her to the top and hold her there. 

     She opens her cobalt blue eyes dreamily, longingly, lustfully. She says, 
"Now, please, my darling. Milk them hard, twist them, squeeze them. Pull 
them off my chest."  My eyes shrink to slits; my cock throbs at the thought. 
These wonderful orbs are mine. My fingers dig in, the strength renewed. 
With flesh between my knuckles, I grasp hard, trapping the nipple tips. 
My God, but they are hot! I feel my fingertips slip under the milk glands 
inside until I know have the entire full mammarian mass in each paw. I 
begin a slow tensing of each hand, in rhythm, digging, gouging, clutching, 
grabbing, crushing. Her eyes now close in ecstasy. She whimpers at this 
onslaught. Each hand, full of flesh, now takes independent action, to 
keep her distracted, not allowing her to know or guess what to expect next. 
Twisting, pulling, crushing, milking, my hands increase their tempo. 

     She squirms, bites her lip, moans. Her breathing is deep, deeper, coming 
in quick whispered gasps. She is there, I sense it. With a final effort of will, 
my fingers dig in and lock hold, like steel claws filled with flesh. I pull first 
one out as far as I can while holding the other tight against her chest. My 
knuckles stretch the nipple beyond its furthest natural state, twice its natural 
length. I then twist each orb in opposite directions, one stretched and the other 
mashed. She cries out in panting pleasure.  I reverse the procedure, pulling the 
mashed one forward and crushing the first. Again, she screeches with pleasure. 
     
     And now I give my lovely Diane her finale. I pull both her breasts into 
her chest, holding them tight, scarcely giving her time nor room to breathe. 
Yet she does, only a last gasp before orgasm. I then slowly pull them out in 
front of her, twisting as I squeeze. Once there I stretch them to the sides of 
her chest as far as I can and trap the nipples between my thumbnails and 
forefingers. I pinch then as hard as I can, trying (but not too hard) to draw 
blood. She throws her head in pain/pleasure and screams her ecstasy 
aloud. She orgasms, shakes uncontrollably, again and again, her arms out 
to the sides flapping like weeds in the wind. 

     Long minutes pass as I hold this position, until I sense her return.

     She sobs now, the orgasms subside, and I slowly bring her bruised 
breasts back in to her chest. I gently ease them from my hands, for an 
immediate release would cost the moment. Softly, I begin to massage them, 
slowly bringing them back to her own sense of being. I release them tenderly, 
looking at the nailmarks and gouges, the gradual darkening of spots where 
healthy blood now rushes to aid bruised flesh. I look at her nipples -- Good, 
I didn't draw blood. I hate that, myself, although she sometimes seems to 
have more intense orgasms when she sees it. 

     With half lidded eyes, Diane looks up and lifts her lips, parts them, 
waiting. I bend down and gently meet her with my own parted lips. We 
kiss, softly, then firmly, with added passion. Our tongues intertwine, our saliva 
mingles, soft and sweet, warm kisses pervading our senses. We part. Diane 
looks up and smiles, "You have outdone yourself on that one, my sweet. 
I am so wet I will glue to the chair. I need your release to help me 
recover," she breathes. And then slowly she licks her lips. I smile broadly. 

     My turn!

     Diane swivels around in the small chair, her long ivory legs spread 
wide.  Her tight red skirt is hiked up to just below her waist.  She slowly 
works her hands up my legs and around to my crotch. She begins a slow 
manipulation with her small delicate fingers, stroking my stiff penis in my 
trousers and weighing my nut sack. "Hmmm, it feels like you have been 
a good boy waiting for me, haven't you?" she whispers up to me.  I breathe 
deep and nod, for I have awaited this moment for three weeks.

     Smiling, she deftly unfastens my belt, my waist buttons, and zipper. 
She spreads the top and lowers my pants, hooking her fingers at the last
 moment in the waistband of my underwear. With a rapid motion they are 
down around my ankles. 

     My cock is standing full, hard, and proud. Nine inches of thick, 
throbbing passion.

     She lifts her head from my knees and brings it level to the purple 
flared head of my prick.  A drop of pre-seminal fluid slowly appears at 
the tip.  Her cobalt blue eyes flare wide.  A wicked knowing grin spreads 
across her angelic face.  Diane reaches out slowly with her tongue, that 
wonderfully long and talented tongue, and lovingly swipes it away. She swirls 
it around her palate, savoring it, tasting my life juices. "You've been eating a
 lot of fruit lately, haven't you," she says. "I can tell."  I nod dumbly, not 
giving a damn about what I ate in the past three weeks.  But I do know I 
have to wait, for Diane takes pride in these things.

     She reaches up with both hands and circles my cock. Her slender 
strong fingers barely touch, so she squeezes tight until they do.  I moan in ecstasy. 

     She begins.

     With both hands Diane slowly pumps my raging erection, tightening 
her grip on the upstroke, loosening it on the down stroke. My legs 
tighten. She continues this motion, this movement, this absolute teasing joy. 
I feel the release begin, way down deep.  I try to control it but find it a 
losing battle.  All I can do is hope to delay, to revel in her use of me.  I know 
it is also bringing her up as well.  Diane is one in a --what number?? -- who 
can tell?  

     My cock throbs, fights back, flares in her hands.  Another drop of fluid, 
another swipe of her tongue. Her hands are working faster now, a tempo of 
lust, as if I were in her tight warm pussy.  She could pump faster but that 
would not be natural; it must remain natural, for the release is so much stronger.  
More drops appear and are just as quickly wiped away. Her light pink lips 
glisten; her eyes now filled with lust. Her delicate but talented hands now 
begin to twist as they pump.  My cock again surges with power.

     Minutes flow.

     I am breathing deeper now, my hips beginning to thrust forward. My 
hands begin to clench and flex. Diane notices this and realizes my moment 
is arriving.  And she does not want to be left out of it. She wants to share, 
be a part of this, become one with me as I climax. Her breathing is 
deeper now, gathering air, oxygen, saturating her lungs, filling her body 
with reserves, for she knows she will need it. She looks up at me apprehensively, 
"It's going to be a big one, isn't it my sweet?"  I look down and nod, my eyes 
in slits.  

     My cock now swells in hands. She knows I am there.  She salivates, 
licking her lips, her tongue glistening, her hands pumping. I swell again.

     "NOW!" she cries. "Let it go and flood me." 

     With that I grab her head tightly in my hands. She immediately 
releases my bulging cock and opens her mouth wide, reaches out with 
her tongue, begging. Her hands lock firmly behind her back.  My cock barely
rests on her twitching tongue.
     
     I explode in a torrent of hot sperm and semen. Two thick jets shoot 
squarely into her mouth, splashing over her palate and gathering in the back. 
I cry out, "YEEEEESSSSSS!  YEESSSSSSSS! TAKE IT ALL, Diane, 
TAKE IT ALL." I pull her cum-filled mouth down over my spurting cock, 
watching her cheeks bulge outward, filling rapidly with cum and cock.  Two, 
three, four inches of my flesh easily disappear between her full lips. A blot 
of white appears at one corner, grows thicker, slides slowly down, and 
forms a long trail down her chin. 

     Still I drive forward into her mouth, eagerly seeking that last tunnel 
of pleasure. My hips continue to jerk forward, rocking her head back. The 
trail of cum at her lips has grown into a creek, flowing down her chin.  
Another breaks at the other corner, mimicking the first.  Two trails.  WASTED!

     I pull back slightly, giving her time for one more breath through
 her nose. Her eyes close in anticipation. She squeezes me once, twice, 
three times with her bloated lips. 

     Ready!

     With a final forward thrust I pull her head to me, to my stomach.  
My cock rapidly disappears in her cum slicked mouth, spreading her lips 
wide, wider, widest. 

     Sealed! There will be no more waste!  Diane has no choice but total 
surrender. She opens her throat, that tunnel I was seeking, and swallows gulp 
after gulp of cum, sperm, semen, jizz, white slime, one-eyed viper venom. 
I see her throat muscles moving and I wait for a short moment for her to 
make room. Room for me. My cock. Now!

     I thrust once more, burying my cock to the hilt. I feel it bend downward 
slightly as it passes the opening, the control point, and lodges there.  
She has to swallow around it now, milking it of even more cum. The 
feeling is incredible. She has not moved her arms; her control is absolute. 

     I hold her there for three minutes, totally sealed. She doesn't breathe, 
but her body was prepared for this. Finally I feel her shake.  Her head 
jerks rapidly around my deflating cock, still lodged in her throat. Her 
shoulders shake. She is orgasming. 

     Unbelievable!

     This is my sign.  I release her head.  With her eyes rolled back she slowly 
slips off my cock.  She takes her time.  The last remnants of cum drip from 
her lips. Strands of thick yellow-white semen attached to the tip spread lazily 
along her tongue. Involuntarily, she licks her tongue back, gathers this 
cum, and swallows. Diane continues to lick the cum from her face.  She 
swallows this also. God, what a sight!

     Finally, she slumps in the chair, exhausted. She grips the arms of her
chair for support. My legs wobble as I am fully drained. She turns and looks 
up at me with a cumflecked smile, and says,

     "Hey!  Are you asleep ar something! You're supposed to be helping 
me, not floating off into never-never land."

     I awake!



