From: YLQU82A@prodigy.com (Michael Ruppel)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Laurie 2/??
Date: 11 Jun 1996 21:56:41 GMT
Her ass was soft, smooth, and pliable beneath my knuckles as I eased the
panties over the pure, alabaster-white skin, slowly inching the wispy
material over the remaining lower half of her gorgeous ass, exposing the

long, sexy crack that separated the split pumpkin.

   "Beautiful...Just beautiful," I sighed, taking in the lovely sight of
the woman's completely naked ass.  I figured it was as good a time as any
to examine her back there.  Using only the thumbs of each hand, I pressed
into either side of the lower divide, forcing the flesh to part, revealing
the pink, round crinkly anus which was surrounded by tiny, light-colored
sepia.  Still lower, I could see the beginning of her light-colored, almost
blonde pussy hair poking out just above the crotch of her panties which had
joined the pantyhose at mid-thigh.

   "So this is the part of your body that turns you on the most," I said,
looking intently at the woman's completely exposed anus.  There was no
doubt in Laurie's mind what I was referring to.  The cheeks of her ass were
parted wide just where her thighs met her lower globes.  She said nothing,
looking up at me from between her spread legs as she continued to be bent
over.

   I continued to study the crinkly rosebud for several moments, sometimes
moving just the tip of my forefinger over it and listening to the soft
sighs each little movement of my finger caused.  She definitely was
anal-erotic, and I knew I could get her off there in many different ways.

   Having explored this area to my heart's content, I pulled my hands away
from her.  I looked down at her, fire in my eyes.  "Say 'Now mistress,' I
commanded.

   "N-now, mistress," she nervously whispered, not having any idea what she
was saying "now" to.

   "Close your eyes!" Hardly were they closed than I gave her right buttock
a good, hard stinging slap with the palm of my right hand.  She winced, and
her mouth opened, but she remained silent despite the pain.  I did it
again, quickly, three times in succession, each slap helping to redden the
area beneath my palm.  Still she said nothing, obviously having braced
herself for the mild punishment.

   Her tenacity annoyed me.  I picked up the belt next to me, doubled it
over once more in my fist, and brought it down hard and firm right across
the crack of her ass.  This time she yelped, falling forward slightly. 
"That's better, bitch," I said.  "I want to hear it when it hurts!  Silence
tells me I'm not hurting you enough." I gave her another good, hard stroke,
across her left globe, and she gave off with a nice, loud "AHH!" punctuated
by a quick gasp of breath.

   "It does hurt!" she cried.

   For the next ten minutes, I alternated between spanking her ass with the
palm of my hand and using the belt to my heart's content.  I gave her
little rest between strokes, only pausing from time to time to gently
stroke the reddened, streaked skin with my fingertips.  I particularly
enjoyed the way her ass rippled whenever I used the palm of my hand on it.
She seemed to be able to take all I could give her...and more.  Her gasps
and moans were for my benefit only.  I didn't seem to be hurting her much
at all.

   Her buttocks were well-reddened after 15 minutes of my labors.  The
knuckles of her hands, which continued their grip on her ankles, were white
from loss of blood, in stark contrast to her crimson face.  She looked so
sexy, bent over like that in front of me, the pretty light-colored curls of
her pussy peeking out from between the 'V' of her partially spread legs.

   The lovely, almost pink rosebud, round and crinkly, exposed completely
by her posture, filled me with wonder.  She had already confessed her
anal-eroticism and here it was--waiting invitingly to be exercised any way
I wanted.  My choices were limited only by my imagination.

   "Stand back up, Laurie," I commanded.  "Turn around and face me." She
did, her skirt falling back into place to hide the lowered garments around
her thighs.  Her hands were clasped in front of her pubis, her head lowered
submissively.  Her chest heaved slightly as she took deep breaths, allowing
her breasts to strain against the cotton blouse.

   "Remove your pantyhose and panties.  You won't be needing them."
Obediently, she moved her hands beneath her dark blue cotton skirt.  At
once, the already half-lowered material glided down her pale, white legs.
Deftly, she slipped them off her feet, one by one, and kicked them to the
side.

   I looked at my little slave, eyeing her from head to toe.  "When you
stand in front of me, at any time, you must open your legs and keep them
open unless I tell you differently.  Your pussy and your ass must always be
completely accessible to me.  Open your legs now!" She moved her legs
apart, as best she could, stretching the skirt to its limit.  Her pose was
all too inviting.  I inched forward from my seat and watched my hand
disappear beneath the skirt.  As my hand moved upward, I felt the softness
of her inner thighs.

   The hairs of her pussy were unbelievably soft.  I was quite surprised at
how wet she was there.  She "Ahhhh'd" softly as I gently eased my middle
finger into the center of her love nest.  Her hips undulated slightly as
she worked her pussy invitingly over my hand.  The insides of her vaginal
walls were quite soft and completely soaked with the copious flow of her
juices.  It was a veritable lake of juices.  I withdrew my finger from her
pussy and brought it to my nose.  The smell of her sex was intoxicating. 
She looked down at me as I put the glistening finger in my mouth and sucked
it voraciously.

   "You taste as good as you smell," I said.

   She smiled slightly.  "My pussy is yours," she whispered.

   "Take off your skirt, Laurie," I commanded.  Obediently, she unbuttoned
the skirt at the side of her waist.  The soft, metallic sound of the zipper
being was music to my ears.  She pushed the material gently over her hips,
then let it fall of its own accord down her legs where it fell silently,
like a tissue, in a circle about her feet.  She stepped out of the circle
and kicked the skirt to the side.

   Reflexively, she criss-crossed her hands in front of her pubis, blocking
my view.  Her modesty amused me.  Maybe it was part of her game.  I decided
to play along with her.  "Are you shy, Laurie?"

   "Yes," she half-whispered.

   "We're both girls, you needn't be.  Didn't I let you look between my
legs earlier?"

   Her face reddened, remembering.  "But you were wearing panties.  I'm
naked there now.  And I hardly know you.  I'm scared."

   "Move closer to me, Laurie."

   Like a scared bunny rabbit, she inched forward, her hands still covering
her lower abdomen.  "Such a pretty little girl," I whispered, placing my
hands on her wrists.  "Don't be scared." Gently, I urged the hands apart.
She offered no resistance, parting her hands at my soft insistence.

   Her pussy was unbelievably beautiful.  Why she didn't want to show off
something as soft and pretty as the blonde curls which adorned her pubis
was beyond me.  The triangle of hair was not thick at all; in fact, the
slit dividing the folds of her pussy was quite evident through the curls.
My face was only inches away from the exquisite beauty of her fleece. 
Leaning forward, I moved my lips to pouting hairs, reveling in their
softness.  The smell of her sex drove me wild.

   "You're beautiful," I softly whispered as my lips mouthed their words on
the golden triangle.  When I gently blew warm air into the hairs beneath my
lips, Laurie visibly shuddered as she pushed her lower abdomen against my
mouth, pleading for more.  I planted hundreds of tiny kisses all over her
pubis, encouraged by her increasingly heavy breathing.  I was careful,
though, not to wander too far between her legs, now parted slightly, for
fear of touching off something I didn't want to start quite yet.  She had
to pay for her rewards first, and I didn't want to spark the flames of
passion quite yet.

   Finally, I moved my head back, still staring at the splendid golden
fleece, unable to take my eyes from her.  My hands, which had been holding
her hips for support, traveled to her backside, where I softly kneaded the
firmness of her buttocks.  My movements caused her to hiss loudly between
her teeth, in obvious enjoyment of my endeavors.

   "You really know how to turn me on," she said huskily, looking down at
my dark hair.

   "I've only just begun," I whispered, moving my hands to her front and
grasping the lowest button of her blouse with excited fingers.  "You know,"
I continued as I undid the first button, "I could really get into you,
honey.  I've never met anyone quite like you."

   The button snapped apart and I moved to the next one.  "You are almost
too sexy, too perfect.  I should have met you years ago." She looked down
in silence, listening to my meandering, and watched the second button slip
from its hole, opening beneath my fingers to expose her belly button which,
by leaning forward, I softly kissed, then tongued, pretending it to be a
sexual opening.

   As I worked the tip of my tongue in a maddening circle around her belly
button, I worked the third button of her blouse loose.  Moving my head
back, I looked up.  The blouse was sufficiently opened to afford me a view
of the lower cups of her lacy, delicately embroidered bra.  I needed to see
more.

   My fingers found the fourth button.  "I should have made you take this
off for me, but I like doing it myself." I watched intently as the button
snapped open, exposing more of her sexy, white bra.  The bra cups were even
larger than I had imagined.  She was now biting her lower lip, nervously,
as she watched my fingers move to the fifth, and final, button.

   "You didn't need this blouse anyway.  At least not for what we're going
to be doing," I husked as I finished unbuttoning her blouse.

   "I feel a little more nervous now," she said softly as I arose from my
seat and stood in front of her, holding each half of the parted material.

   "Not to worry," I said, "you'll enjoy what I have planned for you." With
these words, I opened her blouse completely, pushing the garment over her
shoulders, letting it glide gently down her arms, then tossed it to the
side.

   She stood before me now, naked save for her pretty bra.  "You look good
in sexy things," I whispered, my eyes fixed upon the embroidered flowers
and lace of the obviously well-filled cups.  Slowly, I moved my hands to
the outside of her tits, then squeezed them both.  As she took a long, deep
breath, savoring the feel of my gently kneading hands, I moved my thumbs
over the center of each cup and pressed in against the now turgid nipples
beneath.

   Laurie's body seemed to spasm to my touch.  "My nipples are extremely
sensitive," she said, her voice cracking in desire.

   "I can tell," I whispered, running my thumbs over the nipples for a
moment longer.  "Now let's see what they look like." Leaning into her, I
embraced the near naked girl.  Our breasts met, pressing against each
other. Reaching around behind her, I grasped the center of the strap with
fumbling fingers.  I must admit that even I was slightly nervous now,
anticipating her total, beautiful nakedness.

   Finally, the strap unhooked, but I continued to press my chest into her,
holding the front of the bra in place even as the shoulder straps slid down
her arms and she dutifully eased her arms free of them.  She pressed her
whole body into mine, emphasizing her bony pubis by grinding it ever so
slightly into mine.  Even through my skirt, I could feel her pussy hairs.

   I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her.  Leaning my head back
slightly, our eyes met.  There was a fire deep inside them that yearned to
be extinguished.  I could read her hunger for sex like a book inside her
mind.  Her lips were slightly opened, as if she knew what I was thinking.
Her eyes closed just before mine, and our lips melded in a frenzy of
unbridled passion.  We embraced and kissed for such a long time that I lost
track of just how long.

   Without breaking our lustful embrace, I moved my right hand between us,
to the center of her chest, and grasped the loosened bra.  With one smooth
motion, I pulled it downward, removing the final vestige of her clothing. I
then moved my hand to the middle of her back and pressed her even harder
into me, knowing she was now completely naked, crushing the breasts I had
still not seen into me.

   Our tongues moved in and out of each others mouths; our lips and teeth
sucked and nibbled and bit and fought each other in an all out war.  I
don't remember ever having been this hot, this intense, this passionate in
my entire life, and I've known hundreds of lovers, male and female.  Each
hot kiss seemed to inflame her even more, causing her abdomen to gyrate
into mine.  She needed this as much as I did, and there was no pretense
about it.

   When our kiss broke at last, I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead.
I moved one step back from her, then opened my eyes to her total nakedness.
Her full, coral nipple-tipped breasts, were out of this world!  I loved the
white, creamy-smooth texture of the skin, their gentle sway, the soft
contrast of stark whiteness with the pink, silver dollar-sized areolas
surrounding the nipples, and even the nipples themselves which pointed
firmly outward, as big as the size of the tip of my pinky.

   "Beautiful.  Just beautiful," I whispered.  I wanted to be naked, like
her, to take her and make mad, frenzied love to her.  But there would be
time for that later.  I hadn't bought her at the auction just to make love
to her.

   "I want you to come with me, Laurie, to a special room."

   She smiled nervously, then said, "Now?  Don't you want me?"

   I grasped her nipples between my thumb and forefingers, at first gently,
but then slowly increased the pressure until the pleasure of the sensation
on the sensitive nubbins was replaced by a little pain.  She gave with a
little "AH!", telling me she had felt the first twinge of distress there.
"These will be first, Laurie," I husked, pulling the nipples outward from
her tits.

   To my surprise, she did not make a sound.  I knew I had to be hurting
her.  Instead, she only took in a long, deep breath, and braced herself
against the pain.  It was obvious she had a higher threshold than I would
have imagined.  Perhaps she would even enjoy a little nipple and breast
torture to start things off.  It was time to show her the Play Room.

   MICHAEL RUPPEL YLQU82A@prodigy.com