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Archive name: nitelove.txt (MF, rom, oral)
Authors name: The Sensualist (tdpz1974@yahoo.com)
Story title : A Night of Love
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A Night of Love (MF, rom, oral)
by The Sensualist (tdpz1974@yahoo.com)
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A woman gives a man a beautiful night of lovemaking.
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The room was dimly lit. He could see little except the
lithe outline of her frame. She stood there in front
of him, the woman he had always desired and hungered
for, now totally his, totally devoted to serving his
pleasure.
Who was she? It didn't seem to matter, looking at her
youthful, slender figure sparked a surge of affection
in him. It didn't matter where he was, who she was, why
they were in this room together. He let his mind and
his caution lean back, relaxing in the august radiance
of her presence.
She was wearing a long red gown, giving her the
appearance of a fountain. Her smooth, silken black hair
stretched out behind her. Her face, as flawless and
beautiful as the evening sunset, gazed at him with deep
affection in her dark brown eyes. She stood there,
perhaps three feet in front of him. He gazed at the
perfection of that calm, peaceful looking face, at the
softness of her cheeks, the brightness of her smile.
She pulled something and her skirt fell off. Underneath
it, she had on a red, very thin bikini. The bra was
only a short triangle covering her nipples and very
little else; the thong was a little patch covering her
pubic hair, and a T-shaped strap up the crack of her
ass. He could now see her form, and he felt the desires
stirring within him. Her waist, her beautiful waist,
turned inward invitingly, and long he stared at that
perfectly flat, smooth tummy. Her legs were even more
of a marvel, curved sinuously, like a river coiling
through the desert, every part of it arousing his
senses with his sight. She turned round for him,
wiggling her body from side to side.
She bent to the ground and approached him, on hands and
knees until she was at his feet. Then she rose. Her
body was right in front of him now, he could smell the
sweetness of her perfume, see her tender skin moving in
front of him. Closer and closer her chest moved towards
him.
And then, her bra came off. Her breasts, generously
sized but not large, were inches from his eyelids. He
drank in the sight of them, staring at their round,
delightful appearance. She swayed her hips, tantalizing
him, leading his eyes to the small patch between her
legs. Her fingers strode down that lovely body,
pulling down at the slender G-string, revealing at last
the glistening shine of her pubic hair and the twin
folds of her pussy.
He was staring at her now, staring with raw,
undisguised, animal lust for her. She smiled knowingly,
and once again sank down to her knees. He felt her
body brush up against his lower legs. Slowly, each part
of his body was enveloped in her warm naked body. She
slithered up him, hands stroking his chest, and he put
his arms on her body, desperate for the soft smoothness
she had there.
His hands were on her breasts. He could touch them,
freely, without hesitation, without limit, without
refusal, enjoying their soft, spongelike sensation in
his hands. She smiled at him, gently, and slid further
up his body, her mouth in front of his.
He drew her naked body over his. Dutifully she
undressed him. He lay there, passively, enjoying the
touch of her fingers on his flesh, the soft hands
awakening his skin. She pulled off his shirt and gently
stroked his chest, sending waves of desire through it.
His erection was plainly visible now. She undid his
belt and took his pants off, stroking his legs a
little. Finally she pulled off his underwear, already
wet from semen that had started to leak.
His cock was rock-hard with animal desire for her. He
wanted her, to possess that body, to own it, to explore
its delights, its touches, its tastes, its scents. She
stood there, naked, showing no sign of embarrassment at
his lust. Touching her hand to his shoulder, she nudged
him and he rolled over. Soon her hands were stroking
his back.
Her hands were so soft, so gentle, they felt like a
healing solace. She gently caressed his back with the
lightest of touches, inflaming his feelings still more.
He moaned as her fingers tantalized him, sliding down
his sides towards his stomach. Slowly her hands settled
on his buttocks, gently squeezing them, playing with
them, even nudging the side of her palm a little down
his crack. She spread his legs out wide and began to
stroke it.
There was always something magical about a female hand
on his private parts. He felt himself getting excited
as she stroked his inner thighs, and as she touched his
balls from behind he nearly jumped with ecstasy. She
stroked his balls and groin for a while, saying
softly....I love you...
Then he rolled over. His naked body lay exposed beneath
hers. Her hands began to massage his stomach, softly,
gently, lighting him up like wildfire. He thought he
would die of desire, as he lay there, exposed, open,
his raging passion open for her to see, nonchalantly.
Her hands felt like electric currents upon his skin,
lighting a trail of glory in their wake.
She began to stroke the inside of his legs. He was very
sensitive inside his legs, and with each move of the
hand his body leaped. Her hands against his skin felt
like magic. She stroked the inside of his cock, hands
as light as a feather, fondling it, caressing it,
stroking it soothingly. He closed his eyes and let
waves of pleasure rush over him, the peaceful warmth
which only a sweet girl's hands can bring to a man. His
balls felt a tingling sensation as she cupped them in
her hands and played with them.
She pushed his legs further apart to be able to fondle
his groin more easily. Her fingers lovingly stroked
between his legs, behind his balls. He moaned with
pleasure as he felt the cum inside him gathering,
wanting to soak her hands on it, see his white mark on
her luscious skin. Sensing this, she moved her hands
away from his throbbing dick.
Kneeling down, her hands caressed his stomach again, up
his chest, stroking his face. He felt her breasts
rubbing his chest, his cock sliding against her
stomach. She deftly lifted her hips up to keep him from
climaxing then and there. Slowly she slid, her nude
body writhing on his, until her lips were directly
opposite his.
He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds, then closed
them as he felt her lips touch his, then press into him
firmly. He felt his temperature rising. Honey and milk
are under your tongue, and the roof of your mouth is
like the best wine, he thought blissfully as he wrapped
his arms around her tightly. Her tongue mingled with
his, exploring his mouth, probing it, and his tongue
thrust into her mouth, feeling its warm inviting
flavor.
This was paradise, a touch of heaven, an ecstasy
compressed into human flesh and living in human touch.
The perkiness of her breasts against his chest, the
tantalizing scent of her perfume, the warmth inside her
mouth, all this made him feel warm, protected, safe,
sheltered from the hungers and pains of the world
outside.
He leaned back, dreamily, and let her explore his body
with her tongue. She nuzzled to the sides of his head,
slowly drawing her tongue around his ears, lifting her
cheek to them and gurgling. Her tongue, moving as
seductively as any serpent, slithered over to his face,
and he felt the comforting wetness against his face,
massaging him, stroking him, bringing lights into his
eyes.
She rose still higher, and there they were, before his
eyes, her two luscious breasts. He stared at them
hungrily, then leeringly moved his mouth closer and
closer to them. She did not resist; instead, she pushed
them into his mouth, cradling his head against her as
if he was an infant.
Suck it....the words were barely a whisper, but he
scarcely needed to hear them. Holding her strongly
against him, he drank in the luscious taste of those
breasts. He nuzzled there for a long time, sucking and
licking, as she softly kissed his forehead and stroked
his hair. He let his eyes wander up, and stared up at
her, her breast firmly ensconced in his mouth. She
smiled at him, compassionately, and he redoubled his
efforts.
At last he had drank his fill. He let go of her breasts
and laid down on the bed, sighing dreamily. But she was
not finished with him yet. She slid her body down, on
top of him, down, kissing his neck, laying a trail of
kisses and nibbles across his chest, until her mouth
closed around his nipples. Now it was her turn to graze
there, nuzzling at his nipples, rapidly flicking her
tongue back and forth over them, feeling his body start
to writhe and wriggle underneath her.
Slowly she moved down further. Her lips and tongue
played on his belly, circled his navel, but she knew
the part of his body he wanted. She slid down to the
ground, kneeling before him, in a reverent position.
His dick was there, in front of her face, rock-hard,
proud and insolent in its insatiable lust for her. She
smiled, smiled at the writhing member hungry for her
lips, smiled at the dribbles of precum down the shaft,
forming a little pool at the bottom.
She kissed his cock affectionately, pecking his glans
with her lips, then pursing them together. He moaned,
louder again. Then she took her tongue out further and
swirled it around his dick. He felt her tongue massage
him and nearly burst with excitement. There she was, a
beautiful naked girl kneeling before him, her face down
in his genitals, licking and kissing his most private
parts, giving him all the pleasure he could possibly
want.
Now her tongue licked the base of his cock, slowly
going up the back of it, spreading desire and passion
through his body like wildfire. He wanted this girl,
wanted to possess her, wanted to feel her delights all
over him. He reveled at the fact that her tongue was
down there, between his legs, licking his cock like a
banjo, making him moan, pant, salivate, let himself
totally feel at one with the lust of the moment.
Her tongue could not be stopped. Down and down his cock
it went, and he felt his balls starting to writhe as
she licked them, oblivious to his hair. He could hardly
believe his senses when he felt her mouth envelop his
scrotum, taking one ball into her mouth, sucking on it,
nibbling on it, then pushing it out and eagerly hunting
for the next. His balls in her mouth! He revelled in
the sensation, the tingling sensation, the little
tickles that sent delightful ripples into his sac and
loins.
Her tongue was like a balm, a soother, a soft wet
magical love that brought ecstasy to every particle to
his skin. Now she was nuzzling between his legs,
licking his groin very slowly, massaging his inner
thighs. He found himself giggling foolishly, unable to
contain himself, basking in her attentions.
She rolled him over. He felt her face grazing his ass.
Kiss my ass, he whispered, and soon the soft pucker of
her lips was there. Her lips on his bare ass - the mere
thought made each kiss a dollop of tender love.
Anticipation burned in him like fire. Her hands moved
to his buttocks and her gentle fingers slowly drew them
apart. He felt the hot breath inside him and knew that
could mean only one thing.
Her tongue entered his asshole.
The sensation that arises when a woman's tongue is
licking inside a man's ass cannot be easily described.
Perhaps the best metaphor is that of a wheel of
pleasure, a loosening that turns the insides into jelly
and the mind into a blazoned electrode of passion.
Waves of sensations spread from his ass, deep inside
him, into the depths of his body and soul. He screamed,
and screamed again, unable to contain himself, scarcely
able to fathom the waves of raw joy that permeated his
being. Her tongue probed deeper, deeper, impossibly
deeply into his asshole, with no hint of hesitation or
shame or prudery.
She knew his body could not contain itself much longer.
Rolling him over, she looked knowingly at his cock, by
now rock-hard, dripping with precum, quivering and
shaking. She moved her lips closer to it, then paused
just above it. She looked straight into his eyes and
smiled, and he almost collapsed, unable to comprehend
the magnificence unfolding on him. Then she uttered
four unforgettable words:
I wanna drink it.
The state of his mind as her mouth enveloped his cock
shattered all preconceptions of reality. As the soft
wet warmth enveloped his genitals he was only aware of
desire, hungry desire, naked desire, the will to live,
to breathe, to cum. His body pulsed. Her lips were firm
but soft and yielding, her tongue seductive, her saliva
a juice of wild pleasure.
Even afterwards, the moment of ejaculation seemed like
a dream. It hardly seemed real, his cum flowing into
her mouth. The thought of her tongue, painted white,
with the signal of his lust only made each thrust more
of a miracle, more of an explosion. Her head rolled
with each thrust, expertly taking each one, writhing
with him as his moment unfurled.
What can describe an orgasm of blinding intensity? In
that moment reality ceases to exist. Dreams and
consciousness become one. All senses, all feelings, all
thought and deed is subordinate to the driving
imperatives of love, lust, and desire.
He lay there, panting, spent, and exhausted, but she
was not finished with him yet. She slid up his body
again, lying with her face opposite his. She opened her
mouth, and he saw the white pool there, the symbol of
his passions inside her. She closed her mouth and
ostentatiously swallowed, looking at him straight in
the eye and smiling as he heard the gurgling sound.
Overcome with emotion, he collapsed into her arms,
clasping him against her, holding her body tightly
against his. He would never let her go. She cradled
him against her and rocked him gently until they both
fell asleep, lying there, naked, in each others' arms.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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