Author's Notes: Okay, boys and girls, this is one of my really
early stories. I recently found a whole cache of them when I was
throwing away my old word processor. The story is, unfortunately,
unfinished. I remember I was planning on it being a novel of some
length about how the main character would marry this woman and the
woman's sister would live with them and they'd all have romantic
sexual adventures. I was quite young. I hope you enjoy what's here,
if I ever get around to updating it it will be a completely different
story, I assure you.
Updated Author's Note (8/01): Though this is drek it should at
least be properly formatted drek. That is why I've reformatted it in
a manner that is more suitable to read without annoyance (though the
story itself might annoy). Enjoy, if possible, and eventually I'll
get around to putting up stuff that is actually erotic.
Copyright stuff: Not that anyone would really want to take it...but,
it's free to download, archive, distribute, change, call your own,
use as a fantasy, etc. as long as no profit is made from it. This
internet idea was originally supposed to be free information for all,
let's try to keep it that way.
˜TRISTA "1"_U
_˜
by gnome
"It's right in here," I said as I brought Trista into my
apartment. I couldn't believe that I had just met her and now she was
in my apartment to have dinner. She was so beautiful. Her long brown
hair was nicely curled. Her soft brown eyes burned into my cold
purple ones. Her breasts were a little small for some men, but not me
I liked them the size that they were. Her waist was wonderfully thin.
Her ass was tight and firm. I could tell just by looking I didn't
have to feel it. Her legs long and shapely.
"You have a wonderful apartment," She said as she walked in.
She was amazed at the sheer size of it. When she had gotten in she
slipped off her shoes. She said something about that she didn't want
to ruin my carpet. She walked over to the balcony that overlooked the
city. She stood there as I put our food onto the stove. I opened up a
wine bottle and poured two glasses and brought them to the balcony.
She was turning around when I came up from behind her. She was
slightly startled that I was so close. Her breath was warm and
smelled slightly sweet. I held up that glass of wine that was hers.
She took mine.
"Just making sure that you didn't slip me anything," Trista
said taking a sip from the glass. I hadn't thought of putting
anything into her glass and I took a drink. "This really is a
beautiful view."
"Not quite as you," I said as I walked
completely onto the balcony. I placed my glass on the ledge and put
my hands on either side of it. I closed my eyes to listen to the
sounds of my night. I felt a warm hand close over my left. When I
turned I saw Trista staring into my eyes. God, she was beautiful.
Trista slowly moved to my side. She molded her body to mine as
I stood there looking out over the city. Her right arm crept around
my waist. My left arm encircled her shoulders. She turned her head up
and waited there with her young eyes closed waiting for me to kiss
her. I complied most happily. Her lips were warm and soft as I moved
mine slowly against them. Before I knew what was happening her tongue
was in my mouth. My left hand cupped the back of her head as my right
cupped her left ass cheek. She was on her toes as I lifted her up to
meet my hard kisses. I didn't want to let go but if I didn't we
wouldn't have a dinner to eat. I roughly broke the kiss.
Before she could protest I led her into the living room of my
apartment. I already had a fire in the fireplace. I told her to sit
down and I'd be back in a few minutes with out dinner.
When I came back she had taken off her flannel shirt. Her
tight shirt showed that her nipples were erect. It turned me on to no
extent to she this lovely lady in my living room and for her to be
ready to rut like a wild animal. In my hands I carried our dinner.
Two steaks cooked to perfection. I also had more of the wine that we
had had earlier.
"I love your apartment," Trista said as I sat down. She took a
glass from the tray that I brought with me. She sipped the wine
beautifully. The meal was wonderful if I do say so myself.
After dinner we got to talking.
"I really don't think that Mr. Quisec is a good teacher, "I
told her. She had snuggled up against my chest as she stared into the
fire. Her hand was rubbing against my thigh.
"Me neither," She said passionately as she drew my head down to
her lips. Her almost scorching lips made me sweat. Her hand had
grabbed by cock now. The zipper was opened in no time at all. And my
underwear was no obstacle for a horny woman. She had my throbbing
shaft in her hand now and she wasn't letting go.
I pulled her sweater off of her roughly. She had to let go of
my cock so that I could pull the sweater off of her. It was no
surprise to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I captured her breasts
in my mouth and picked her up. I carried her over to the bedroom. She
desperately tried to grab my cock as she was brought into the
bedroom. When I had her down on the bed I ripped her pants off of
her. Her skin tight jeans brought her panties down as well. Her moist
pussy was dripping with her juices.
My tongue grazed across the orifice that I held most dear. In a
matter of no time she was spending on my bed. My finger went up her
tight hole. Her sheath throbbed around my finger. I pushed down hard
on her clitoral shaft. She was practically bucking off of the bed
with pleasure. I gently nibbled on her clitoris and sent her into
multiple orgasms. I got astride her to work more of my magic upon
her. My mouth went down upon her navel. I was sucking her navel until
she exploded again onto the bed. My mouth crushed down upon hers. My
hand was at her breast and she was moaning with pleasure. I was
almost sure that the neighbors were gonna call the police for fear
that I was beating my girlfriend.
I thought that it was time to give her the height of pleasure
that she so wanted. I placed the head of my cock at the opening of
her hot twat. Gently I wedged myself into her. She was tighter than
anyone that I'd ever had. Even tighter than Erin Bailey in tenth
grade.
Trista wrapped her legs around my body. She was moaning louder
than before. I grabbed her ass and thrust harder and deeper into her.
I also covered her mouth with my own. I stopped her screams of
pleasure as she had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. It was almost
an hour of pure pleasure before I felt the crisis upon me. Her hard
nipples were digging into my chest. Her finger nails dug into my
back. I worked a finger up into her back door. I felt a white heat
burning in my swollen balls. It erupted down my rock hard shaft. My
white hot cum splattered against the end of her shaft. She passed out
from sheer excess of pleasure and emotion. It was the first of many
love bouts that we had that night. In the end I was ready to go for
more, but she was so worn out that she fell asleep.
*
Late the next afternoon I came back into my apartment from
classes. I couldn't believe it when I saw that she was still
sleeping. She lay there in my bed. Her long flowing hair spilled out
all over the pillows. The covers were only partially covering her
sleek body. Her left breast was exposed to my view as was the entire
left side of her body. I could almost make out some of her pubic hair
but I wasn't sure.
She looked so beautiful lying there and I didn't want to disturb
her peace but she really had to get up. I walked over and sat down on
the bed. I cradled her head in my hands as I looked down onto her. I
bent down and softly kissed her on the lips. As I gradually increased
the pressure she woke up. She stirred and smiled when she saw that I
was there.
"What time is it," she asked holding onto my hand and taking
the fingers into her mouth. She wanted me again but I wasn't sure she
could take another sexual fight like last night.
"Almost three," I told her as I bent to kiss her.
She stopped me. "Three?" She said as she couldn't believe it. She
realized that she had missed almost a full day of classes.
"Don't worry," I told her. "We didn't do anything in any of the
classes that you would have wanted to participate in.
"And how do you know that?" She asked harshly. She was so beautiful
when she wanted to know something.
"I made a guess," I told her as I gently caressed her left breast.
"You just didn't seem like the kind of girl that would like hearing a
speech by some long winded moron."
"You're probably right," She said stretching in the bed. Her smooth
back arched and her tight ass tightened. Then she relaxed and lay
down and gazed up into my cold purple eyes. "I've only two questions
for you."
"Sure," I said as I bent down to kiss her on the lips. She easily
accepted my mouth and my lips and my tongue. I slowly penetrated into
her mouth. But I knew that she had something to say so I retreated.
She seemed slightly disappointed that I should break the kiss so
soon but she continued with what she was going to say. "You're the
only man that I've ever seen that has purple eyes. In fact you're the
only person that I've ever seen that had purple eyes. Are they real?"
"They're not contacts if that's what you're asking," I told her.
She was looking up at me with her doe brown eyes. She was so
beautiful. "My eyes became purple in my freshmen year in high school.
I don't really know why it happened."
"That's cool," Trista told me. She was pressing her thigh against
mine. "And I wanted to know where you learned to do all those things
to my body and make me feel so good."
"Oh. I was wondering when you were going to ask that one. It's more
than a little embarrassing," I told her.
"You're not embarrassed to tell me anything," Trista purred. Her
hand was squeezing my nuts.
"No I suppose not," I told her. Which was true. She wasn't wearing
a wire unless it was on the inside. And I'd already checked that
pretty good. "Back when I was in my last year in grade school I got
really heavy into masturbation. I was especially enthused about
graphic novels. You know those novels that are all about sex. I went
looking through our storage area and I found a book that described
how to have great sex. I made myself memorize the whole book.
"When I finally managed to get a girlfriend I was in my freshmen
year in high school. This senior girl grabbed me in the hallway and
brought me to her. She embraced me into a kiss and I worked my magic
on her. I tried to make that kiss the sum total of all the sexual
energy that I had stored in me. Apparently it worked. This girl took
an affinity to me. We eventually became really good friends and
eventually lovers. At first I was a little shaky about the lovemaking
but after a few times she was screaming in pleasure every time I took
her. But then when she graduated I had to get more girls.
"It finally ended up that the sum total of all of my escapades in
high school were twelve different girls. And I loved each and every
one of them. They were all so special to me. But we had to part
because of several differences. Mostly because they couldn't keep up
with me. And then I came here," I finished my story I'm not sure how
she actually took all of this in, but she was actually surprised by
it all.
"Interesting," Trista said finally. "But what did you mean they
couldn't keep up with you." She was definitely curious.
"Not to make you feel inferior," I told her and she didn't seem at
all hurt. "But do you remember how you got to sleep last night?"
"I passed out," she responded. She was confused.
"Yes, and I was still awake," I told her. "The only one that has
ever been able to keep up with me completely was that senior, and I
think that was because I was so inexperienced. I really don't think
there's a girl out there that could go the distance with me," I told
her as I stared out the window. I think she was more than a little
shocked. But I think she understood what I was saying.
"So to think about it," Trista said getting up and walking over to
me on the balcony. She wrapped her arms around me from behind. "The
greatest lover in the world was brought on by the thing that is
deemed the worst thing about sex."
"And that is?" I asked turning toward her.
"Masturbation," she said opening my pants. She took out the organ
that she now thought was the most important in her life. Her magic
touch made it get hard in seconds. She then proceeded to masturbate
me. She handled my aching balls as she stroked my manly shaft. She
stroked me until I exploded all over her face. It was the first of
the many pleasures that she gave me that afternoon. She wouldn't let
me give her any pleasure and that disappointed me just a little.
Eventually I told her that I should take her home. She reluctantly
agreed, but only if I would call her that night.
I left Trista on the door step of her apartment building. I saw a
face that looked somewhat like hers looking down on her from a
window, but I wasn't sure who it was.
When Trista walked into her apartment her sister was standing there
holding her hands on her hips. She was a little annoyed with Trista
for spending the night away and then almost all day without even
calling. She wanted an explanation.
"Well who is he," She said blocking her sister from moving into the
kitchen. Trista just wove around her.
"Who's who?" Trista asked as she pulled a soda out of the fridge
and opened it up.
"The guy you left Marsuses with. The guy you spent the night with.
The guy who just brought you home." She stood there staring intently
at her sister. Trista looked totally spent. As thought she would
collapse at any second.
"Well," Trista said smiling as she slipped into a seat in the
living room. "Guy is the greatest, Crimson. His name is Brett Bozarth
and he's in my English class. I met him at Marsues and he took me
back to his place. I didn't know why I let him take me back there.
When we got there he had the most beautiful apartment. He made me the
best dinner I'd ever had. We ate in front of the fire. When we had
finished he made tender love to me."
Trista reached over and grabbed his sister's knee. "Have you ever
had so much pleasure that you passed out from sheer excess of
emotion?"
"No," Crimson admitted. He cheeks were burning a bright red. They
were starting to match her reddish brown hair that made men go wild.
She was embarrassed to think that her twin sister was having a better
sex life than she was. In fact in high school Trista had barely
dated. It was hard to think of her as a non-virgin. But everyone knew
that Jimmy Delray had done it to her in eight grade. He had made such
a big deal about it to his friends that everyone had thought she was
so much a slut that they wanted a piece of her.
"I'm telling you," Trista said getting up. "You've gotta meet him."
I was as good as my word. I called her later that night and asked
her if she would attend me to one of my favorite places to dine and
think. She asked me if she could bring her sister along. I realized
that that must have been who I'd seen looking down at me from the
apartment. I told her that it would be wonderful if she would attend.
I was impressed with Trista's sister just as much as I was enamored
with her. Crimson was almost exactly like her sister except for the
fact that that Trista was slightly cuter and Crimson had a wonderful
mane of reddish brown hair. Their bodies were almost the same as
well. The breasts were the same size but the asses were different.
Trista's was a little tighter than Crimson's. But they were both like
a ten year old boy's.
I took them out to the hotel that I was a part owner of. It was the
off season so no one was there. The other owners that I could go
there whenever I wanted in the off season.
"You own a hotel," Crimson said as I escorted them both into the
dining room of it. She was shocked that I could own it.
"I'm only the part owner," I told her. I seated them and then
walked into the kitchen. I told them that I would make the meal of
their lives. When I finally came out with it they were ready to eat
something fierce.
After about five minutes of eating Crimson started the
conversation, "Um, Brett, well, I was wondering..."
"Why my eyes are purple?" I asked her and she nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. Well they just turned that color one day and my doctors can't
find any reasonable explanation for it."
"Oh," Crimson said as her cheeks became as wonderful as her name. I
was staring her in the eyes. She, like her sister, had beautiful
eyes. I was becoming aroused just by looking into her eyes.
"Why are you going to college," I asked her. Trista's hand was now
resting on my thigh.
"I'm going to be an Algebra teacher," She told me. Her sister's
hand was moving up my thigh toward my throbbing boner.
I raised an eyebrow at this. She really didn't look like an
algebra teacher. An algebra teacher was supposed to be tough as
nails and look like a frost witch from Greenland. This girl was hot
and could probably melt butter in her mouth. Trista's hand was now
massaging my rock hard member in her hand. Her other hand was
propping up her chin. She didn't look interested in the conversation
at the table. But I think that it was only a cover so that her
sister would suspect anything.
"And why do you want to go to college?" Crimson asked me. She was
thinking that she was putting me on the hot seat but she didn't know
me yet._
"I want to be an English teacher," I told her while staring into
her eyes. They were really a nice shade of brown. Really lovely.
"I want to be able to empress my ideas onto others. It's not
something that I've had a lot of success with in the past. You see,
all of the english teachers that I've ever had have been mockeries of
what they should be. They should teach one how to write. And that
is what I plan to do."
The conversation proceeded something like that through the rest of
the evening. Trista proceeded to massage my cock until we got up to
go home. Crimson's eyes were fixed to my crotch as I stood up. My
cock was straining against the fabric of my pants. It made quite an
impression on my crotch. I've always had a big gun and when I was
younger I used to wear long shirts and baggy pants to hide it when I
got a boner, but now I just go with the flow. I let girls see it
straining and sometimes they like it. Other times they do not.
I took them home and Crimson went inside. Trista stayed out to be
with me a little longer. She wanted to go back to my appartment but
I told her it would be rude to her sister if we were to leave like
that. She asked me if had came. I grabbed her ass and brought her
to me with a passionate kiss. I ground over lower bodies together.
I exploded into my pants.
"I have now," I told her kissing her nose before I walked back to
my car. I always hated coming into my pants. It was uncomfortable
to walk around with cum rubbing against your skin as you walk. I
drove as fast as I could to get home.
When I got home I was surprised to have a blast from the past
standing on my doorstep. It was Amy, the girl I had met just after I
got out of high school. She was so hot. Her long blond hair always
did a wonderful three-quarters cover. She was sitting there with her
chin in her hand. Her woolen sweater was sexily wrapped around her
form. It was nothing compared to her French maid's outfit, but it
did hold some appeal.
I walked up and picked her up into a kiss. She returned it
passionately. Her nose was cold. I ground our crotches together.
The cum in my pants made this uncomfortable but it was nice to cup
her buttocks in my hands. I sucked at her tongue as her hands went
around my waist. I finally broke the kiss.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered in her ear. My hands were
still on her ass and our crotches were still pressed against each
other.
"I though I'd visit an old friend," she replied as she began to
nibble on my neck.
"Not out here sweet nymph," I told her as I picked her off of the
ground. I carried her though the doors, my hand on her ass the whole
time.
We didn't even get three feet in the door when I went down on her.
Her sweater was off in less than a second. Her cross-wire bra held
her breasts from me for a moment and not much longer. I sucked on
those wonderful orbs of pleasure for several minuets as she held the
back of my neck, pulling my face to her chest while making moaning
sounds all the time. She was in extreme pleasure as I moved up to
suck at her tongue once more. My one hand was firmly squeezing her
left breast and my other was quickly unbuttoning her jeans. MY hand
stole down into her panties to feel the hair covered hole. My
fingers played about it until I felt a warm emission flow over them.
At that time I decided that enough was enough. If I didn't fuck
something at that moment I would have died. I turned her over onto
her knees. I stripped her of her jeans and panties so that she was
in front of me on all fours with her pussy staring me in the face.
She was practically gushing when I took my cock out of my pants. I
grabbed her firm hips and thrust myself into her deepest recesses.
My cock felt as though it was being sunk into warm oil. Her tight
sheath closed around me. I thrust in and out of her gaping hole as
hard as I could. She was screaming in pleasure. Each time I pulled
my cock out for a thrust in, the juicy folds of her cunt would grasp
me and try to stop me from leaving. My hand was around her frigging
her pussy so hard. As I thrust in and out her buttocks riviberated
from the force. She exploded all over my cock. She was screaming in
the pleasure of orgasmic ecstasy. I however did not cum. I kept on
thrusting.
She came about four times before I finally did. I did not vary our
position at all. I just kept her on the floor on her knees and
thrust in and out of her. I was placing all of my troubles into her
warm body. I was licking her back when I felt white heat erupt in my
balls. It was exploding down my shaft as I grabbed her hips and
brought her tight against me. I buried my shaft all the way in as my
wave shot into her.
She moaned as so much of my juice flowed into her. I moaned as all
of my sexual energy flowed out of me. I collapsed on top of her. My
cock slipped out of her and was still ejaculating onto her thighs and
ass.
When I had recovered I turned her over slowly. She was breathing
extremely heavy and sweat sheened on her forehead. Tendrils of hair
clung to the sides of her head. She looked so beautiful like that.
My cock had started to get hard again just by looking at her like
that. I picked her up and carried her into the living room. I then
set her in an oversized chair. My cum was still dripping out of her
and onto the chair.