From tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom Sat Jun 28 05:00:30 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!feed1.news.erols.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.slack.net!anon.lcs.mit.edu!nym.alias.net!mail2news
From: tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom
X-FTN-Sender: "tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom" <tommy%tommys.spydernet.kom@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org>
Date: Sat, 28 Jun 97 02:00:30 -0700
Subject: Paisley Pillows - Part G
Message-ID: <3373164788@f26.n340.z1.ftn>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
X-FTN-FLAGS: PVT TRN
X-FTN-Tearline: NaNoSPaM+ 0.05
X-FTN-Via: Squish/386 1.11 1:340/303, Sat Jun 28 1997 at 11:03 UTC
Mail-To-News-Contact: postmaster@nym.alias.net
Organization: mail2news@nym.alias.net
Lines: 204
The THC Adult Text Archive: PAISLEYG.TXT (150 lines)
Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message.
BEFORE YOU EMAIL ME, Please see the footer for important information.
Visit http://vvv.com/~tommy/acd.html
==========================================================================
PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards
(c) 1995
I continued to fuck Alicia in slow motion, relishing each lazy
thrust to the utmost. I took care on the downstrokes to angle
things up so as to get her clitoris in on the action. Alicia's
moans of pleasure took on a rhythm of their own as she
experienced the upward stroke of my phallus slowly filling her
crack; the downward motion of said phallus tickling her cunny
walls on its way out; and the little thrill of acute pleasure as
the knob of my prick, almost totally removed from her grotto,
rubbed affectionately for a moment against her erect little
clitty before beginning the cycle anew.
As the hardware -- as it could very aptly be described -- of
my corporeal self engaged full-steam in the
physical
component of fucking, my mind drifted into a semi-conscious
psychoerotic haze. The real image of Alicia before my eyes
melted back and forth into various Alicia-related images in my
head, while the psychological thrill of the sexual voyage shot
off synesthetic sparks of color, music, and emotion in my mind.
My senses swam in a whirlpool of bliss both tactile and
intangible as I reveled in the daydream world of the happily
dallying spirit. A host of fantastic, eager-lipped, moist-
quimmed Alicias danced enchantingly around my dizzy head while
the real Alicia writhed in liquid ecstasy around the potent
camaraderie of my stalwart staff.
Alicia's cunt was slowly becoming juicier and juicier, just as
my prick was gradually getting heavier with the force of an
upcoming spend. Finally, with the two of us in perfect harmony,
I felt her cunny walls shudder just as my balls discharged their
load. I washed her grotto while feeling her own warm liquids
bathe my twitching member. We cried out in ecstasy, our legs
trembling wildly, and then we lay almost motionless as the gentle
aftershocks caressed our fulfilled bodies.
We dozed off together briefly, and I awoke first. I packaged
up Jonny's discs while Alicia slept; she awoke just as I'd
finished. We both got dressed and walked downstairs to depart on
our errands. As I kissed Alicia goodbye on the porch steps, I
admired her form-fitting ensemble of heavily-bleached blue jeans
and a tight-chested cranberry mock turtleneck.
"Your outfit is lovely, Alicia. I look forward to stripping
it off you later."
She squeezed my bottom and French-kissed me in reply. Then
we walked off in opposite directions to take care of our
respective business as expeditiously as we could.
I returned about an hour later to find that Alicia had also
just arrived. I put the groceries down in the kitchen.
"Look -- I got more wine and some new refrigerator magnets,"
Alicia said cheerfully.
"Ah yes -- the two items no party is complete without." We
laughed.
"Hey -- how about a bath before lunch?" Alicia asked.
"All I can say is that if it involves being in close contact
with your naked body, I'm all for it."
Alicia and I could both do with a refreshing wash, and this
seemed to me like the perfect way to combine function with
pleasure. Clearly, Alicia's mind was on pleasure, too, for the
next thing she did was show me another item she'd purchased on
her outing.
"Oh, that's a feather duster," I observed keenly.
"Yes indeed. Why don't you hold onto it for a second, and I
think we can have some fun."
"I wouldn't be at all surprised."
"Now then, didn't you say something about stripping my outfit
off of me?"
"I believe I did. Only I think I'll have to put the feather
duster down first."
"Fine. Let's not lose it, though. Let's go into the bathroom
and you can set it down by the tub."
We did so. Next I helped Alicia get undressed. First, I
unsnapped the snap on her tight jeans and reached in to feel the
randy bump of her mound of Venus. I peeled her jeans and her
panties down and off. Then I squeezed her perfect breasts
through her top before beginning to peel that off, too. I kissed
her tummy fondly as soon as I saw the sexy navel appear. Then I
took the mock turtleneck off Alicia and squeezed her breasts
anew, this time only through one of her exquisite lilac bras.
I unfastened and removed the bra to leave the two gorgeous
dumplings standing as naked as the rest of her.
"Now, here's what I have in mind," Alicia explained. "I think
it's simply yummy to be tickled gently all over with a
feather duster by one's lover. And when I say 'all over', I mean
particularly in certain places, if you get what I mean."
"I think so. The only think that's got me confused is, what
does all this have to do with a bath?"
"Well, it's sort of a prelude, if you will."
"You bet I will."
"Wonderful! It may also interest you to know that after a
full morning of fucking and shopping, I'm just about ready for
another delicious pee. So I think I'll stand here in the
bathtub, where I'll feel free and unconstrained about pissing
away whenever I'm ready. My proposal to you is that you undress
and come stand here in the tub too, with the feather duster.
You can artfully tickle me, and we'll see what happens. I think
what will result is some uninhibited giggling, some splendid
peeing, and the establishment of one very wet pussy and one very
stiff penis. Then a lot of warm water, a bit of bubble bath,
some mutual soaping, and a round of energetic aquatic fucking
will, I imagine, ensue. Sound good?"
"Here I come!" I tore off my clothes and stepped into the dry
tub, grabbing the feather duster on the way in. Alicia raised
her arms up, goalpost fashion. "Let's go, feathers!" she said.
She gyrated her hips lewdly, and I read the pleasurably building
tension in her crotch as she held her pee. I began to dab
gingerly at her inviting underarms with the feather duster,
tickling the two armpits by turns, and Alicia laughed as I did
so. "Perfect," she complimented me between throaty chuckles.
"Keep going like that." I did, and the erotic chuckles
continued. Alicia's whole body was now jiggling around, and I
began to move the feather duster down to her breasts and tummy
in between the pokes under her arms. "Ooooh . . . oooh . . .
I love it," Alicia giggled, and thus encouraged I continued this
medley of erogenous-zone titillation awhile longer, my own flame
burning brightly from the excitement of bringing sexual pleasure
to this marvelously desirable woman. Then I moved the
feather duster further
downward to Alicia's mound and tickled her bristly thatch. She
moaned with pleasure and gyrated her hips even more emphatically.
Finally I tickled the fronts of her thighs, which she then
spread, reaching her hand down feverishly to direct the feather
duster into her crotch. I noticed that she was positively
dripping with the juice from her aroused cunt. "Tickle me in
here between my legs now, and I'm sure to piss any second like a
happy Niagara nymph!" Alicia whispered. I rubbed our toy gently
against the innermost regions of her thighs and up across the
lips of her pussy itself. Alicia was now giggling abandonedly
and shrieking, "Yes! Yes! Oh, Daniel!" She was dancing in
ecstasy, rubbing her palms sensuously over her hips as I gently
tickled. Then came the moment at which Alicia felt her
waterworks being coaxed open by this ticklish delight, which had
courted and won her all the way from the initial dabs under her
arms to the final brushing of her delicate crack, and had now
thoroughly saturated her entire sensory system with pleasure.
"Oh! I'm going to pee!" she shouted with happy excitement. She
giggled ecstatically as I removed the feather duster from her
crotch. I now watched, captivated, as the golden liquid
appeared, some falling out of her in thick cascades and some
trickling down along the insides of her thighs, while Alicia
shivered with pleasure. "Ohh, I love it," Alicia repeated, her
eyes now closed in orgasmic ecstasy. The beautiful stream rushed
impressively downward until the nymph was empty and her cheerful
feminine crotch glistened with the last trickling drops of pee,
which clung magnetically to her intimate flesh.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Archivist Notes:
(1) Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites,
etc. can be honored. If you find getting stories from this
newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on CD. Please email
adultarc@tommys.spydernet.kom to trigger an autoresponder that will tell
you how to get the whole thing on CD-ROM. Change the anti-spam .kom to
.com or it will bounce!
(2) I didn't write any of the stories in the THC archive. I am not the
author of this story. If you are the author and wish it removed
from the archive or properly attributed, please email
tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom (again, change the spam-resistant .kom to
.com) with the particulars and I will take care of it. I respect
copyrights and will always comply with the wishes of authors *when those
wishes are communicated to me*. Please understand that I don't always
get stories with bylines intact.
(3) The total THC adult text archive is over 10,000 text files in
number. This makes maintenance and screening exceedingly
difficult. I am aware that some stories are incomplete, and I am also
aware that some stories are excellent while others are crap. However I
don't need these to be pointed out to me. Please refrain from emailing
comments of this kind.
(4) YES this is a real archive, it can be found on my dialup BBS at
250-361-4549. Adult verification is in effect. And while NO there
is no FTP site or web page or telnet address, YES all three are coming
in January 1998 or sooner... but for now, this newsgroup is the sole
means by which I share the archive with the net.public.
(5) I apologize for the length of this footer, but I get so much
repetitive email that a micro-FAQ attached to each textfile seems
the only solution...
-=( Tommy )=- aka BSFH,
"Bastard Sysop from Hell" (grin)
THC BBS +1 250 361 4549
Visit http://vvv.com/~tommy/acd.html