From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: For You (MF, cons, oral)
Date: 7 Mar 1996 00:29:25 GMT

			       For You
				  by
			   Andrew E. Page

	Arousing you was easy, but deliciously slow. We sit now on the
bed, nude, lightly embraced, my lips on your shoulder, kissing, my
hands on your back, caressing. I can feel your breath, soft and
shuddering, in my ear, your nipples, stiffening, pressing into my
chest. I kiss you again, carefully, lightly on the lips. I kiss you
again, a little deeper, but no less gently, tasting you, the warmth
and wetness of your mouth.

	"Lie back," I whisper.

	Slowly you slide back from my arms, lying back on the bed. My
hands continue their caresses as you move, going carefully from your
back to your front, maintaining constant, touching motions over your
skin. You settle back into the bed.

	My hands move lightly over you, tracing the lines of your
face, the swell of your breasts, the curves of your hips and surface
of your stomach, and the tips of your nipples. You shudder at the
touches, almost as if chilled, and a moan and sigh escapes your lips.

	When one hand strays close to your mouth, your eyes close and
you capture a finger with your lips. It seems to disappear into your
mouth, half of its own volition, half of yours. The heat and wetness
of your mouth on my finger is exquisite, the sensation of your moving
tongue on this one small part of me remarkable. The look on your face
betrays the pleasure you take in this simple act.

	All the while my eyes are fixed on you, aware of every breath,
every motion. I feel you under my hands and fingertips smooth, warm in
some places, genuinely hot in others. The feel of you is like no
other. No surface, no fabric, so object, no substance feels like you.
Another depth of pleasure is found in knowing these parts. I can feel
your heat, your flesh, your blood, your excitement moving, beating,
living under my fingers. They feel as if they float on the surface of
some delicious, flowing liquid, yielding to and at the same time
pressing back against my touches.

	I carefully withdraw my finger from your mouth, both hands on
the sides of your face, caressing back down your body. You moan; half
disappointed in response; your eyes still shut. You squirm lightly.

	"Shhhhhh" I say slowly, not a request for silence, but a
gentle utterance to comfort you. "Relax, just relax. Just accept this
for you. This is for you." I punctuate this with a kiss on top of your
belly button, accented playfully with my tongue swirling into it. You
giggle lightly at the touch, then let out a deep breath and seem to
settle deeper into the bed.

	I rest my head lightly on you, just above your hips. The feel
of your skin against my face is wonderful. I can hear your heart
beating strongly above me, and I'm aware of how deep, and excited your
breathing has become.

	I can't see my hands as they've moved down your legs, stroking
lightly back and forth up and down the outsides of your thighs. Each
stroke down a little further, reaching down to your calves. My hands
reach under them, lightly kneading the firm flesh, caressing up and
down.

	I lift my head up, giving another kiss to your skin, just
before looking up fully. The side of my face is hot, and lightly moist
with perspiration, yours and mine, from being pressed against you.

	My hands are now squeezing both your feet, massaging them. I
look back up at you again. I smile. Your eyes are closed; you seem
lost in a dream. "Relax," I say again gently, perhaps unnecessarily,
you may not be able to see my smile, but the look on your face
suggests that you can feel it.

	I slowly move my hands apart, bringing your feet with them,
opening you. I put your feet down on the bed, your legs slightly bent
and open. I can see you glistening. I lean forward into to you, lying
on my stomach as I move between your legs. My hands again on your
calves, working back up.

	A slow sighing moan escapes your lips, perhaps because you can
feel the heat of my skin of my face, as I can feel the heat of the
skin of your thighs.

	My hands rest on your knees, and as I press them down,
lightly, turning the insides of your thighs up, I turn my head,
kissing one side of your thighs, gently, wetly, and on the other thigh
as well. Your legs quiver slightly at the kisses, and almost shake
when I kiss them again, this time opening my mouth wide, and allowing
my tongue to circle on your skin. My hands and fingers are on the
insides of your thighs, holding them open with no more than gentle
caresses with my palms and fingertips.

	Your pleasure is like sunlight at this point, above and in
front me, radiating down like a summer sunrise, with its easy light
heat and a promise of a deep heat later in day. My own pleasure is
like basking in that sun, drinking in its warmth on my skin.

	I stop for just a second. "Just enjoy. I want you to take your
time. Nothing has to go any faster than you want. Just let it all
just happen."

	I move up a little, slowly, gingerly. I take one more kiss,
very close to the top of your thigh, wetness and heat against my
cheek. I give one more gentle urging to relax and I turn my head up.
My lips part slowly, and I stretch my neck up a little. I taste you
even before I touch you.

	My lips feel the edges of you, as your thighs surround my
head. I move my head up and down, tracing the my lips on yours with
the lightest of touches, again uttering, "relax", "enjoy" and "let it
happen" against you, as if trying to put the words into your body. My
hands reach under the crooks under your knees, and lightly stroke at
the outsides of your hips. You shudder, and moan, "Please!" with an
odd relaxed urgency.

	My tongue parts your lips, taking its first genuine taste of
you, your wetness and taste seeming to send a charge through me. I
restrain and impulse just to devour you madly, greedily. Instead I
move my tongue gently up and down, feeling along the length of your
lips, taking careful note of every curve, and dip.

	I measure your pleasure with the light shudders of your body
mixed with your moans and sighs. I continue patiently, waiting until
you seem to settle into a relaxed rhythm that matches the strokes of
my tongue, and the breeze of my breathing against you. All the while I
feel something building within you, layer by layer step by step. If it
could be said that I were laying the foundations for this, I do it in
careful, measured steps, stopping at each point along the way to see
if everything fits correctly, and perhaps polishing a bit, or
caressing something into place.

	You utter, "Please!" again with a delightful breathless
quality in your voice. With my eyes looking up as far as they can
without moving my head, I can see just over the rise of your body. I
can see you slowly writhing and undulating. I reach up with my hands,
under your legs, making them bend a little more, rising slightly
higher to permit my hands to move up. The caress over the edge of your
waist and sides, spreading out and massaging the front of you as my
tongue continues its gentle actions, as if trying to urge and control
some current within you.

	I shift my body up a little, getting even closer now. I tip my
head up, never breaking contact though, allowing my tongue to move all
the way to the tops of your lips as my mouth parts open a little
wider.

	My mouth covers you now. Your flesh, hot and wet, seems so
relaxed against my face that I can pull it into my mouth with my lips
with very little effort. My lips and my tongue circle and caress
around your clit, only occasionally drifting very lightly across it to
test where your excitement and pleasure lies, to ensure that I'm
applying a little more than enough, but never too much.

	That which seems to be building in you rises again. I temper
and slow my touches and licks, and kisses, allowing you to enjoy the
building, as well as the result. I move back down into your lips
again, carefully slowly, feeling how the pleasure there works for you
as well, perhaps not as quickly, strongly, or suddenly, but slower,
more even pleasure, like a pull of cool water on a hot day, before
some final exertion.

	It's then that I recognize the need. With a muffled, "take it
slowly" on your flesh, I move my head up again, working again, slowly
but earnestly. I hear you crying out, moaning loudly. I need my hands
with pressure from my neck and face to hold your hips still enough so
that I don't loose contact with you. I feel you riding a curve, rising
on it. I'm careful to map it as I go along. There's a pause, spent by
my lips, mouth and hands gently caressing you, patiently, carefully,
confident in an eventuality.

	I feel a pulse move through you, and your body seems to almost
heave away from me by some irresistible force. I hear you cry out in a
long drawing moan, that sounds as if some pressure in you had been
released as was surging through you.

	I keep my mouth on you, no longer moving as eagerly, just
trying to maintain a warm comfortable presence on your body. I can
feel you surging under my lips and tongue though. Occasionally I do
lick, kiss, and tongue, as if trying to channel this current through
you, and directing it to continue as long as possible, drawing it out.

	I shift back just a little, smiling, perhaps devilishly. My
face is soaked, and the smell of you seems to fill me. I kiss the
inside of your thighs again, warmly, comfortingly. I hear you
laughing lightly above me. You say something includes the word
"marvelous" in it. I am listening, but my attention is focused on
another sense, not of touch, sight or sound. I'm concentrating very
carefully on timing.

	You protest mildly as my face moves onto your body again; they
fade as my lips find you again, and my tongue tastes you again. It's
not uncommon to find something that you're looking for to find another
one right behind it.

	Your moans and sighs are at once new and at the same time
familiar to me, just as the feel of my mouth, lips and tongue must
feel to you. I'm sucking a little more strongly now. My hands are
working a little more earnestly, stifling those last protests and
pulling you up from any settling you may have done. You're louder now,
freer, moving without hesitation. In an odd way you're more coherent,
offering urgings and directions to that which you crave the most, like
returning to some treasured getaway, knowing what to look at and what
to savor. With relish and delight I take your directions, accenting
the actions with my own ideas, caresses of my hands, flutterings of my
tongues, and perhaps an ever so gentle nibbling a little of my teeth.

	Soon though, you're not speaking again. I hear you moan, and
cry, the pleasure in them as palpable as wind. It's building again
within you. Stronger this time, deeper, I can feel it filling you. The
sense of its presence above is nothing short of awesome. I wonder if I
could contain the sheer force of it, and wonder further if I should
even dare try!

	You curse this time, as you nearly explode against you. Your
whole body jerks away from me almost as if you were convulsing. You
writhe against the bed, almost thrashing. My face is no longer on
you. Which maybe just as well, you maybe sensitive beyond a point of
pain now, and pain is the last thing that I want for you. Besides, I
have yet one more way of accenting your pleasure now, that I myself
need as much as you.

	I move up the bed quickly. This time tears are streaming down
your face, and you seem to be sobbing. I scoop you up in my arms,
enveloping you. Your head quickly finds its way onto my shoulder, as
my hands caress and stroke your back.

	Your body shudders against me, in time with your sobs. I feel
one of your tears drip onto my shoulder and roll down my back. I hold
you tight. The heat of your quivering body a wonderful sensation.

	I have this brief fear that I may have done too much, that I
may have actually hurt you. That fear is silenced as the raw intensity
of your pleasure subsides, like a flood receding, leaving in its wake
fresh and fertile ground. The gentle heat and passion of your kisses
on serve to confirm this.

	I'm hugging you again, my face buried against you. The scent
of your hair mixing with everything else.

	"All for you my, Darling. All that I feel for you," I say
intensely against you. And now you feel my tear on your shoulder.