Archive-name: Casual/xtasy.txt

Archive-author: Anonymous

Archive-title: Xtasy





     He settled himself back onto both elbows and loosened his

belt.  I got up onto my knees, hands resting on my thighs, licking

my lips nervously, though I'm sure that the moonlight made me seem

a cat, licking my lips with great relish at the thought of the

feast of cream to come.



      With a wolfish grin, he unbuttoned his fly and raised his

hips into the air to ease his jeans down to his knees.  I moved to

help him free his legs, taking care not to spill the contents of

his pockets into the grass.  I bundled his jeans to one side, and

moved between his legs. 

      Taking care to warm my hand, I brushed my fingertips over his

belly hair, down onto his thigh and up onto his cock.  With the

other hand, I stroked the hair of his scrotum, and then cupped his

balls gently, enjoying the play of them within their meaty sack.

His cock thickened, appreciative of my attentions to its lower

companions.  I wrapped my finger and thumb around the thick root at

its base and then licked upward, from my thumb to the head of his

cock.



      I looked up at his face, took the end into my mouth and

smiled.  Then I closed my eyes and worked him into my mouth, back

against my tonsils until my lips touched my thumb.  I paused to let

my throat relax, not wanting to choke, though I have found that

some men entertain the notion that it is an accomplishment to have

one's meat so far into a woman's mouth as to choke her. I drew a

deep breath through my nose, and then pulled my mouth back, running

my tongue along the large vein on the bottom side of his cock as I

withdrew, manipulating his balls with my hand. When I reached the

top, I stopped to lick at the slit in the head, watching his eyes

open to watch me at play.



      I wet the fingers of my off hand and gently rolled the loose

skin where the scrotum attaches to the body between my thumb and

forefinger, and began to pump my mouth onto his cock.  I found a

comfortable rhythm, and met his upward thrusts when I could.



      Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, shining

in the moonlight.  I wiped them away and stopped to smile to let

him know that all was well.  No tears of joy, these - just a

response to the gag reflex I was fighting down.  Soon enough, I

knew, the sniffles would start, making it so difficult to breath.



      He took advantage of the lull to get up onto his knees. He

raised me and took me into his arms, his erection slapping against

my belly.  He hugged me fiercely to him, and then took my face in

his hands and kissed me hard upon the mouth.  Then he pressed

downward on my shoulders in an unspoken request for more of the

same, a man of few words, promising much action.



      I dropped down onto my belly, propped up by my elbows,

nestled between his spread thighs.  He pulled my head forward until

my mouth was around his cock and held it there, rocking forward to

fuck my face in a steady rhythm, sometimes pulling back to press

through my lips before resuming his thrusts.



      I caught what air I could, inhaling his meaty cock along with

it.  I savored the low moans he made, the hiss of his breath as he

probed my tonsils.  I kept my hand on his balls - I wanted to feel

them tighten as he came.  With the other hand I teased my nipple

through my blouse.



      The speed of his meaty insertions increased, and his breath

came short, his balls pulsed and he buried his cock in my throat,

holding my head against him.  I let go of his balls and grabbed his

ass with both hands, kneading the flesh and pulling him against me,

as he emptied himself into my throat...        



      While he was still shuddering with the intensity of his

release, I pumped the last drops of cum from within his softening

shaft, licking each bead away as it appeared.  When he complained

that it tickled, I stopped and we lay down, side by side.



      I spread my hand and moved it lightly over his chest, wanting

to hug him against me, but fighting it down.  There was time, oh,

so much time...



      I rolled onto my back and admired the moon, the water, the

brush of the breeze upon my face, still damp with the effort of

bringing him off with my mouth.  I sat up and peeled my blouse off,

loosened my bra and lay back down on the blanket.



      He threw one arm behind his neck to pillow his head, easing

my bra off the nearest shoulder with his right hand, flinging the

rest over me.  The coolness of the evening brought my nipples out

and up, the contrast of their darker color against the whiteness of

my breasts silhouetting them in the moon's pale light.



      He thumbed my left nipple, smiling as it sprang back into

place.  I watched his face, absorbed in his play, and asked him to

pinch it.  He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, then clamped

down.  My cunt ran wet with juice as I arched my back and moaned,

feeling the lust in my belly...



      He rolled onto his side, and slipped his hand under the

elastic band of my pants, over my navel, into my underwear and

across my pubic hair.  His middle finger slipped between my lower

lips and pressed firmly against my clitoris.  Within a couple of

circular strokes, I was breathing hard, moving against his hand,

his right hand still pinching my nipple, tightly.



      "Tell me what you'd like me to do,"  he said, with a trace of

playfulness in his voice.



      "I'd like you to pull my pants down to my ankles and push my

legs forward and fuck me good and hard."



      "Not so fast, not so fast... we've got plenty of time, and I

want this to last!  Let's see how you like my fingers..."



      He got up onto his knees and pulled my pants down, exposing

my furred furrow to the night air.  I could smell my juices,

vaguely buttery, as he spread my lips wider and slipped two fingers

into my wet middle hole.  I clenched against his hand and felt

warmth spreading outward to my ass and belly and thighs as my body

began to respond to his touch.  He planted his thumb on my clit,

rotoring it about, and began pumping his fingers into me.



     I threw my head from side to side as he began alternately

pinching one nipple and the other, as he continued his fingerplay

between my thighs.  I clenched my fists and forearms, I thrust my

tits toward the night sky, I held my breath, and came and came. His

fingers never let up... he inserted a third, as I gasped and moaned

and came.  He sucked my left nipple and I sobbed with joy.  My

belly drew in and out like a trampoline, and I raked my fingers

through my loose hair, clasping my hands to my head to keep it from

flying off...  it felt SO good.  The only thing, the only thing

that could be better, I thought...



      I groped about with my left hand, trying to find his cock

and encountered a rapidly recovering erection.  I stroked his balls

as best I could and put a gentle grip onto his handle, and milked

it with my fingers.  It stiffened appreciably as I tugged lightly

on the center portion of his shaft, and went rock hard when I

begged him to fuck me.

      He broke off his dextrous assault on my delicates and cast

about for his shirt...    



      I heard the crinkling sound of plastic and saw him remove an

accordion-pleated assortment of condoms.



      "My!" I giggled, "I didn't know you were such an optimistic

boy scout!"



      "I'm an explorer scout," he replied drolly.  "I'll just slip

one of these on and send in a probe..."



      "Allow me," I said, in a low and insistent tone of voice.



      "Fair wench, I am ever at thy service.  Do with me as thou

wilt..." he sighed, clasping his hands together, letting the

wrapped condoms fall to the blanket.



      I tore the endmost package from the chain, ripped it open,

then bent to attend to his cock, making sure it was nice and stiff. 

I fondled his balls, pumped his prick one last time, and then

plucked the condom from the wrapper. Looking at it as best I could

in the moonlight, I worked out which side up, and slipped it down

over the head of his eager meat.  Then I unrolled it down his

length, not stopping until my hand was almost flush with his belly,

his pubic hair tickling my fingers.



      "Can you see the flag?" he chuckled, and I could see his

belly tensed with excitement, making laughter hard.





      "Yes, and it's not at half staff," I retorted, turning away,

showing him my backside in mock indignance. 



      "Ah, so it's to be like this, is it," he mused.  "Well! I'll

just get to work, then..."





      He slipped his hand between my legs to feel my moist cunt,

moved forward to rub my button for a moment, and then rubbed the

head of his sheathed cock against my clit.  I nearly jumped out of

my skin for the cold of the lubricant, but the pressure was

pleasant, making me want him inside me all the more.



      Impatient, I said, "enough, enough - I want you IN me!"



      "'As you wish,'" he chided, and ran his cock in circles

around my labia, zeroing in on my pussy.



      With an inaudible pop! and the lovely squeaking feeling of

latex on skin, he pressed into me, jogging a bit, and then pressing

again, until he filled me.  I held very still, loving that

sensation as I do, already on the verge of orgasm, as he withdrew,

to begin his rhythmic thrusts.





      I groaned quietly each time his belly came up against my ass,

feeling my belly tighten, the goosebumps on my arms and legs, my

breasts shuddering with each thrust, swinging freely.





      After a few minutes of this divine movement, he leaned

forward to let me feel his weight on my back, his cock still

planted deep within me, reaching around to squeeze my nipples,

kissing between my shoulder blades.  He breathed on the nape of my

neck and I arched my back in delight.  He put his hand on my chin

and slipped a finger into my mouth - I sucked on it, I kissed his

palm, I let him feel the smile he had brought me by giving me these

happy moments.



      Then he slipped both hands beneath my shoulders and pulled me

back onto him, so that I was kneeling between his legs, my ass

resting on his lap, my weight impaling me on his cock.  He rocked

me gently, and then began pinching my nipples and gently biting my

shoulders.



      "I want you to fuck yourself with my cock," he whispered in

my ear...       toes, my feet cradling his hips.



      I raised myself off of him, skewered as I had been, until the

crown of his cock was just barely inside me, his wonderful

man-meant cooling a little in the evening air.  I ground my hips in

a circular motion, clenching the mouth of my cunt, then relaxing,

letting my juices flow down to better lubricate the condom.  His

crude speech had made me wet, and I made the best use I knew of

that wetness.



      I began a steady rhythm of grinding, clenching and then

plunging his cock inside me, but that didn't last long. It felt too

good to go on teasing us both.  Soon, I was humping away, my lower

lips wetly smacking as they met his hairy thighs with each

shuddering collision.  I clenched, when I could remember to, and

tightened my cunt around the stiffness of him, until he grasped my

waist and pulled me ack against him, my head on his shoulder.



      He kissed me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I moaned

with the pleasure of fullness and being held so firmly about my

waist.  The damp grass was soaking up into the blanket where my

knees pressed it to the ground.  A light breeze brought my nipples

rigidly to attention again. I pinched, pulled and twisted them,

knowing he could see me playing with my tits so cruelly...



      "Gawd, I want to fuck your tits!  They sure look like they're

big enough..." he observed, breathing warmly on my neck.



      "Maybe if we go to the showers...?  We could use some shampoo

or some lotion.  Lotion would be better, so I could suck and lick

your cock while you fuck my tits, and catch your cum in my mouth

when you shoot your load towards my chin," I told him.



      "I'd like that, I'd like that a lot," he replied. "Now get on

your back - I want you to cum with your legs in the air, like the

song says... 'Never a care, with your legs in the air!'"



      "Oooooh - you KNOW what I like!" I whispered back, and

eagerly complied by rolling onto the blanket onto my back. 



      I offered a leg to help him steady himself as he rose from

his sitting position.  He moved between my legs and, holding onto

one leg for balance, he circled my clit with his wet,

condom-covered cock.



      I arched my back in response, offering my wet and open cunt

to him, silently begging him to fill me.



      He set the end of his prick just within my lips, and then

grabbed my other leg at the ankle.  He rocked my legs forward,

exposing my ass and part of my back to the night air, putting my

ankles onto his shoulders. He reached forward and pulled hard on my

nipples once, and then drove his cock down into me from above.



      He ramrodded my pussy several times in this way, leaving me

stunned and breathless and starting to cum, again.  He bent my legs

and put my ankles against his hips, my knees thrust forward.  He

used my knees as chair arms, and I reached up to lace my fingers

with his as he pumped into me.  Our fingers were still laced, his

whole body shuddering, as his cum filled the condom, deep within

me...

      I lay back and smiled into the night sky.  Life, I said to

myself, is so damned good. 



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