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Subject: New Story By Tom: Same Time Next Year, 1/3
From: Tom <laddie@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 1997/07/13
Message-Id: <5q9n7v$n9k$1@sparky.wolfe.net>
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NEW STORY BY TOM: THE SAME TIME NEXT YEAR, 1/3 Parts
m/f, consensual)
by Tom (laddie@anon.nymserver.com)
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This story was written a year ago but never posted because
of the lack of an anonymous server. My heartfelt thanks to
Andrew Edmond, the Nymserver Administrator for giving us a very
useful utility. Any of you who are interested in more
information on posting anonymously should send a note to
admin@anon.nymserver.com.
My thanks and appreciation are also owed to the 1978 film,
"The Same Time Next Year", with Ellen Burstyn and Alan Alda for
this story's theme. In that film, the two main characters
arrange to meet each other annually at a remote Northern
California coast resort between the years 1955 and 1977.
My adaptation of "The Same Time Next Year" begs the question
of the potential harm to others caused by marital affairs. In
this story, the infidelity of the main characters is not a
betrayal of a spouse, but is rather an act of self expression in
the moment. That statement will probably get a reaction from
some readers.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only -- so don't
read it if you don't think that you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and
I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life
separate in your mind. I know I can.
Not only have the actions described not occurred in real,
everyday life, they are not likely to occur. The characters are
fictitious and don't resemble people in my life, and most
importantly, they don't practice safe sex.
It would be very helpful for me to hear from those who read
this story. How does it make you feel? Does it help you
masturbate more joyfully? Does it increase your libido? Have
you shared it with other friends or lovers? How could it be
better for you? I promise to answer all respectful, non-abusive
E-mail notes.
Because I have grown children who use the Net, and because
my employer would not enjoy the publicity, I must keep my
identity anonymous. I am a happily married, 54 year old male, 6'
2" and 175 lbs. I keep physically fit and enjoy sex very much.
My secretary's real name is not Cinda. I would be glad to share
more information if you are interested.
In case you are into neatness, this story was typed in
Courier, 12 point, with one inch margins before being converted
to ACSII Text(DOS). The software is WordPerfect 5.2.
Thanks for taking the time to read this story. Tom
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THE SAME TIME NEXT YEAR
Part One
Her swollen dark pink nipple brushed my cheek as Cinda
turned over under me in the bed so that I could 'do her back'. I
was on top of her but supported my weight on my forearms and
knees. I nuzzled her very small - almost non-existent breasts,
and I tried to nip her other nipple as it also went by my mouth
when Cinda rolled to a prone position - my lips just grazed it.
Cinda moaned at the brief contact, but she wanted a back rub
first before we made love.
"Come on, Tom. You have work to do before dessert".
"I love this kind of work! All of it is dessert."
Cinda's back was pale and muscular in the dim afternoon
sunlight that poked its way around the heavy drapes of Holiday
Inn room #1827. Her buttocks were large for her petite 5'2",
105 lb. frame and stuck out, but they were firm and muscular due
to regular aerobic workouts and obsessive jogging. From the
rear, a woman's vagina between her legs looks like a hairy split
fig, and as I knelt between her spread legs, Cinda's familiar sex
organ was visible between her relaxed buttocks.
My hands spread massage oil as they wandered over
Lucinda Queensolver's shoulders and upper back, and my mind
wandered back to the first time we were naked together exactly a
year ago. That first sexual experience with her etched the
features of Cinda's body in my memory as indelibly as the
features of her mind and spirit had been fixed during more than
ten years of working together. The texture of her skin was now
familiar, her freckles, her tiny ears, the dimple over each butt
cheek at the base of her spine. I rocked back on my heels as my
thumbs trailed down her spinal column, and I let my fingers part
her deep anal cleft and expose her labia - now barely open. We
hadn't had sex since that time a year ago, but I vividly
remembered pushing my cock past Cinda's hairy labia then and
being held so intimately and gripped so tightly in her core that
I could feel my erection pulsing with the pressure.
Cinda murmured, "Do my butt. I love it when you rub my butt
and the backs of my thighs. It sends chills and tingles all the
way down my legs." She wiggled her ass under my hands.
Obediently, my fingers kneaded her butt muscles, and she
moaned and wiggled some more. I looked down at my work and saw
just a hint of vaginal pink inner flesh breaking the symmetry of
her curly, coarse brown pubic hair. The brown of her pubic curls
blended delicately with the brownish triangle of flesh
surrounding her anus with just a few hairs surrounding it. I
allowed my thumbs to tickle the sensitive edge of her crinkled
opening. Cinda's butt clenched involuntarily in surprise and
then relaxed. My thumbs rubbed up and down over the opening of
her shitter.
"That's nasty, Tom. You shouldn't touch me there."
"It's all part of you, darling, and I love every square inch
of your body. It's not dirty, and the nastiness is a delicious
part of the appeal. But OK, we'll do thighs now."
I scooted backward a few inches so that I can rub the pale
columns that were her thighs on either side of my knees. Cinda
was moaning again now, and I am encouraged to rub deeper and with
longer strokes. The tips of my fingers grazed her pubic curls.
She made no objection. Her thighs were now spread wide, and her
labia gaped open - slick and pink and very wet. I took advantage
of my access from this position and fingered her labia from her
asshole down past her vaginal opening to her clit. Cinda's clit
was very high and hard to reach from behind. She helped me by
arching her butt upward, and my finger found her small hard
nubbin and teased it.
"Oh Tom, that feels ssssooooooo good! I can barely stand
it. Do it more but not so hard. Please don't stop. I've missed
your hands on me down there." It boosted my ego to hear that she
has missed me. I've fantasized about having sex again with Cinda
since our last "special lunch" a year ago.
I stroked her labia up and down with a light touch,
approaching her clit on each circuit but never quite touching it.
She moved back into me. I pressed a little harder. With my
other hand, I slipped one finger and then two fingers into her
vagina. Cinda was lubricating freely and squirming under my
touch. I bent down and kissed her ass, and the distinctly
feminine odor of her sexual arousal overwhelmed me. My fingers
continued to stroke her slit and thrust into her. My cock was
now fully extended - a drop of moisture was visible on the tip.
Cinda reached one arm back toward my hip and caressed me.
"Let's do it now, Tom. I'm ready for you." With an agile move,
she rolled over beneath me, breaking the contact my fingers had
with her vagina. She lifted one leg high for me, and I slipped
between her thighs again. She grasped my hard cock with both
hands and pulled me toward her. I allowed Cinda to guide me
and soon felt the head of my cock sliding past her lower lips.
"God! You always feel so big at first," Cinda moaned. My
cock sunk into her vagina only about an inch and stopped. Cinda
held my shaft with one hand and used my cockhead like a
paintbrush to coat her genitals with her own lubrication. My
second thrust moved my cock deeper, and there was only a
couple of inches between Cinda's pubic hair and mine. The
next thrust put me all the way home. The tight, wet glove of her
vagina gripped me in a familiar way. I groaned my joy at being
re-united with her as I kissed her cheek and neck.
"I love having you inside me," Cinda whispered in my ear as
she grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pulled me tightly
into her. We were both still for a few seconds, luxuriating in
overwhelming sensation. She said, "Lift your hip a little so
that I can touch myself. I want to cum with you. Can you wait
for me?" Without waiting for an answer, she slipped one hand
between our sweaty bodies, and her short fingernails scraped
against the shaft of my cock as she began to stroke her clit
toward orgasm. I moved my hips in rhythm with hers as she
masturbated herself on my cock and with her own experienced
fingers. Soon our bodies were rocking faster, and I could feel
that she was close to orgasm.
"Unh-hunh! . . . unh-hunh! . . . . unh-hunh! . . . unh-hunh!
. . . ," Cinda grunted as she worked on her clit and as I moved
with her. Then her grunts became louder and more insistent -
her hips moved deeper and stronger under me. My rigid cock slid
full length in and out of her hot box on each stroke. I
remembered the rhythm and the volume of her loud love sounds as
my balls slapped against her ass. She was very close.
Cinda's hips then jerked and heaved - almost in spasm.
"Unh! . . . Unh! . . . Unh! . . . Unh! . . . Uuunnnnnnnhhhhhh!"
she came hard and violently and loudly, and the sounds and the
feel of her orgasm ripped the semen out of my balls with as much
force as if Cinda were squeezing them.
Our movements slowed down then, but her breathing and mine
were still labored. Our lips joined in sloppy kisses as we
breathed through our mouths and tongued each other at the same
time. My palm rubbed back and forth slowly across Cinda's chest
from one turgid nipple to the other. Our passion melted into
gratitude, and we clung together among the damp sheets. Our
genitals were still pressed together and soaked with her juices
and my semen, the combination of which Cinda said with a giggle,
"is drooling down past my asshole".
"How about a warm cloth?" I asked.
Cinda replied, "I'd love one. I'm all gooey inside and
outside. You wash me, and I'll wash you." I got up and padded
toward the bathroom for a hotel washcloth and towel.
-----
Ms. Lucinda Queensolver was my executive assistant for nine
years until I was re-assigned to another office two years ago.
Cinda, as I call her, is now thirty-eight years old and is part
Cherokee and all woman. She is small and very fit. Her breasts
barely rise from her rib-cage, but her dark nipples are the size
of large wine grapes and rest on small brown areolae exactly in
the center of her breasts. Needless to say, Cinda's breasts
never sag. However, her nipples get so engorged when she is
aroused that they swell up and get quite large and dark pink and
look constricted at the base so that they have an unusual
appearance - almost like grapes on a stem. Cinda's thick,
curling pubic beard is dark brown and doesn't quite match the
wavy hair on her head, because her hairdresser touches it up with
red "highlights". Her clit is a small pearl but very responsive,
and she can usually bring herself to orgasm within a few minutes.
I like her to let me masturbate her, but it takes me longer to
bring her to orgasm. Her labia are large - especially the inner
labia - and hang down a bit so that the edges are always visible
below her curly pubic hair.
Having itemized Cinda's intimate attributes, it is only
fair to list a few of mine. I am an executive in the company
that we both work for and just had my fifty-third birthday.
Unlike Cinda, I'm tall (6' 2"), but like her, I'm fair skinned
with reddish brown hair. My heritage is Scot, and I'm physically
fit but don't put as much energy into exercise as Cinda does. I
have very sparse brown chest hair around my nipples, and my pubic
hair is reddish brown. My cock is circumcised and about 5 inches
long when flaccid - when erect, it is about 8 inches in length,
curves out and down, and is very thick. When my body temperature
is up, my ballsack hangs down as far as my soft penis, and you
can tell that one testicle hangs down further than the other.
When I'm about to shoot semen, the skin on my scrotum wrinkles up
so tight that my balls almost disappear up into my groin. I can
hold off my orgasm a lot longer than I could ten years ago, but I
can still masturbate myself to ejaculation very quickly.
The mating with Cinda that I've just described was our
second "special lunch" at the Holiday Inn in downtown Richmond,
Virginia. My wife, Ann, was out of town for her music business,
and I'd told my current secretary that I was taking the day off.
Cinda was separated from her husband, and she had told her boss
that she needed the afternoon off for a meeting with her 12 year
old daughter's teacher.
-----
"I think I need a second helping of dessert, Cinda," I said
as I began kissing my way from her nose and mouth down her neck
and chest. Cinda groaned as I licked her nipples with my tongue,
and her dark pink fleshy grapes were soon hard again. I rolled
one nipple with my thumb as I sucked on the other. Then, I
squeezed one and then the other between thumb and forefinger.
When I bent down to suckle her again, Cinda pressed my head into
her chest and kissed my forehead. She released me reluctantly so
that I could move my kisses lower.
Cinda's navel is an "innie", and I washed it with the
tip of my tongue. With my nose so close to her cunt, I could
smell Cinda's feminine sex odor, but only very faintly after
washing her genitals and anus so thoroughly. Her musky scent
inflamed me again, and I could feel my penis lengthening and
hardening. Leaning on one elbow, I bent my head over her damp
but clean pubic hair and planted a light kiss on the top of her
slit - just over her clitoris.
She moaned at the touch of my lips on her most tender flesh.
"Let me help," she said. I felt Cinda's hands on my hips, and
she pushed me over onto my back on the king-size hotel bed.
Lying back on the bed, my hard cock waved in the air and pulsed
with arousal, as if to beckon Cinda to give it some attention.
Cinda put both of her small hands on my prick and moved her lips
toward it. I groaned in anticipation. We had never exchanged
oral favors, but Cinda's mouth was experienced and creative.
We'd had straight missionary position sex at our first "special
lunch" last year. Oral sex was a first for us, and at my age, I
love 'firsts'.
Her lips kissed the tip of my penis, and her tongue captured
the drop of pre-cum that had already gathered there. My body
tensed for what I knew must come next. And ohmigod! She did it!
Her hot, wet mouth engulfed me, and her tongue licked the head
and shaft of my cock greedily. My body was jerking and twitching
with the intense sensation that Cinda was giving me.
"You like that, huh babe?" she chuckled.
I responded by pulling her groin within reach of my mouth,
and she helped by straddling my head with her thighs and laying
on my chest. Petite Cinda was so light that I barely felt the
weight of her. Grabbing her buttocks, I pulled her vagina
against my mouth with no preliminaries. My lips covered her
lower lips, and my tongue swept her wet vaginal slit from top to
bottom in one smooth stroke. Then I returned to pay attention to
details. I thrust my tongue deeply into the channel where my
cock fit so snugly. I vibrated her clit with the tip of my
tongue until Cinda lifted her cunt from my mouth and howled,
"Take it easy! Not so intense!" And then I softly sucked her
clit between my lips and soothed it - and her. My hands
massaged her buttocks as I gently explored Cinda's nether mouth.
There was so much of my saliva on her labia that I could no
longer distinguish her smells from my own. She liked my touch
and was now pressing her vagina down on my mouth - moving her
hips to ask for my tongue's attention higher or lower.
Cinda still had her mouth on my cock, but her movements had
stopped as she concentrated on the growing sensations I was
producing in her groin. Then she was coaching me where to lick
and to suck her clit harder. As her pleasure intensified, she
squeezed my cock with both hands like a scepter and asked for
more. I was obedient and began to finger her clit at the same
time as I thrust my tongue deep up into her. She was grunting in
a rhythm by then, and the large muscles in her thighs and her
buttocks were clenching and unclenching. Her thighs were
clamping my ears flat to the sides of my head.
Cinda's grunts became moans. "Unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh,
unh . . . oh, . . . . faster Tom, . . . . faster, . . . . unh . .
. oh, unh . . . oh," were Cinda's love sounds. I loved hearing
her passion. My own excitement increased. As I massaged her ass
cheeks, my fingers smoothed the surface of her anus. Cinda was
in her rhythm then and didn't object. I pressed inward, and my
middle finger invaded her anus the first joint. She tensed but
made no objection. In fact, Cinda sighed, "Oh God, don't stop!"
Cinda was squirming on top of me. She was close to orgasm and
was doing everything she could to go over the edge. Her hips
were alive in my hands. My fingers and mouth urged her on.
"Unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh, unh
. . . oh, unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh, unh . . . oh,
. . . unnnh . . . ooohhh," Cinda had her first spasm, and then
three more in quick succession. She was lubricating like crazy,
and I had to swallow to keep up with our flowing juices. Heat
poured down on my face from her wet, hairy crotch. I kept moving
my mouth and fingers on her genitals and anus, but more slowly as
Cinda gradually came down from her pleasure peak. Her hips and
groin still jerked with one or two more involuntary spasms, but
her sweaty body lay exhausted on top of mine. Her two-handed
grip on my hard cock continued but had gone slack.
"That was so wonderful, lover," Cinda murmured into my
crotch as her head rested on my hip, and her nose pressed into my
scrotum. She stretched her trim body luxuriously as energy
began to flow back into her. Her vagina still covered my mouth,
and I lapped her wetness and swallowed - cleaning her pussy like
a mother cat with her kitten.
Cinda's attention returned to my cock - still very hard and
with pre-cum oozing from the tip. "You're so good to wait for
me, lover." Cinda moved her hands up and down on my shaft in a
pumping motion. "Now it's your turn, Tommy. Ah, you're so hard,
baby. Are you ready?"
I can only groan in response.
"How does this feel, honey?" Cinda asked as she licked
the head of my cock and rubbed the underside near the tip with
her thumb.
"Feels great! Don't stop! Ohmygod!" I was delirious
with sensation.
Cinda took the entire top half of my cock into her hot, wet
mouth and squeezed the shaft with her hands. I was about to
explode, but I hung on. Cinda shifted one hand to my balls and
gently cupped them as she sucked my dick and pumped the shaft. I
could feel my scrotum skin tighten into a very small and wrinkled
bag, and my balls pulled up inside my groin. Cinda kept sucking
and licking and pumping. Then her free hand moved down below my
balls, and I felt her tentatively exploring my ass crack. Her
finger was on my asshole. She kept sucking and pumping, and then
she pushed her finger into my anus just as I did to her a moment
ago.
"Oh, yes!! Oh God!! Oh yesssssssss!!" I was going over
the top, and Cinda pulled her mouth off my cock as she heard me
and felt me begin to spasm. Her hand pumped my swollen penis as
her finger probed my rectum. A thick pearly rope of semen
appeared in the air as I ejaculated. It draped itself on Cinda's
neck, and immediately another was in the air and dropped down on
her hand and on my balls. My whole body went rigid with each
shot of cum.
"Oh, there's so much of it!" Cinda said in amazement as a
third and a fourth jet of white goo appeared. She giggled and
licked the tip of my cock, capturing the final dribbles. "Such a
good boy! Any more for mommy?"
Cinda continued to pump my cock gently, milking all of my
love juices. Cinda said she likes it when I cum a lot because it
meant it was a good one. That orgasm was definitely a good one.
Cinda crawled back up my body and nestled into my neck and
shoulder as I pulled a sheet over us. In a few minutes, our
breathing slowed, and we were asleep in each other's arms.
End of Part One----------------------------------------------
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