From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Ironing Out The Kinks (MF, cons)
Date: 26 Apr 1996 14:26:28 GMT

			 Ironing In The Kinks
				  by
				 Sue

	We've come home from the Caribbean after a week of great
sexual explorations that help us to discover the intense erotic needs
that we both have hidden away too long. You had to go back to work
today, but I have one more day off.

	So I'm unpacking my suitcase, and I come across the satin
panties that I was wearing that dark night a week ago. They haven't
been washed, and I know that they carry the scent of my excitement.
Just thinking about it gets my juices flowing, but I keep myself from
reaching down to touch myself. All I'm wearing is a long nightgown...
nothing else. I'm enjoying teasing myself with just these shivering
thoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over my nipples.

	Now I've just finished doing the laundry left over from the
trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of all the crazy things we
did last week. Each piece of clothing I touch is whispering secret
stories into my ears. My whole body is getting charged up and alive.

	Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out the ironing
board. And that's when I hear a knock on the door to my apartment.
It's you! A computer failure at the office gave you the rest of the
day off. And right away, you can tell from the look in my eyes what it
is that I have in mind.

	As if I wasn't obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. I can
almost hear your mind churning; you're looking around the apartment
looking for a prop to use for a new sexual adventure. Whatever it is,
I know that it will be good.

	Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do you have in
mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gently guide me over to the
narrow end of the board. I hear you pull down the zipper of your
trousers, and then the rustle of your pants dropping to the floor.

	Then you reach around me to pull off the ironing board cover,
leaving only the vinyl protector.

	Grasping the gown at my waist, you inch the material upward
gradually until I feel the room air on my rear and on my cunt hair,
which is soaking wet. It feels so cool; it makes me shiver. I can't
help but clench the muscles of my cunt, which squeezes out more of my
vaginal fluid. Your hands rise up my sides, knuckles bumping along my
ribs, lightly tickling, bringing a giggle to my lips.

	As your hands reach my armpits, I raise my arms, and you lift
the nightgown all the way up and off. I leave my arms straight up in
the air, and you toss the gown aside and cup my breasts, gently
pumping , fingers straddling my nipples.

	You push me forwards with your hips... actually, it is your
semi-hard cock that probes at my ass and pushes me forward. The blunt
end of the ironing board bumps into my cunt, and I can't help but to
push my mons against the cool vinyl. Even through my thick labia, I
can feel the pressure against my enclosed clitoris. Mmmmm.

	You step back from me and I turn my head to watch you strip
off your clothes. I'm sure I know what's coming. You are going to
bend me forward and plunge your cock into my cunt. I'm picturing it
and anticipating it, wondering if you are going to tease me by slowly
going in, a quarter inch at a time, or are you going to push into me
all in one stroke? I know that I'm wet enough for you to do that
easily if I concentrate on loosening all my cunt muscles. I slowly
wiggle and shimmy my ass at you, and wink with my eye. If you could
see my crotch right now, you would probably see it winking, too.

	But instead of accepting my wanton invitation, you start
walking away across the room. What do you have in mind? Into the
dining room you go, and then you come back with a couple of dining
chairs. You place one just beside my right foot, and one beside the
left. What on earth!! On your instructions, I step on to the chairs,
with my legs spread.

	Then you step up behind me and lay your cock straight out onto
the tip of the ironing board, which is at the perfect height. I can
look straight down between my breasts and below my sparse and matted
cunt hair to see your cock, which is drooling onto the vinyl. That is
all I can see of you without turning around.

	Your hands grab my waist and gently pull me down, and down. I
lean forward and grip the sides of the board, and then settle down the
last few inches so that my cunt opens wide and my labia part around
the length of your shaft. I now can see only the head of your cock.
Your hands come up to my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I can't
stop myself any longer.

	I quickly discover that I can move forward and back and rub my
clit over the length of your cock. Your pre-come is mixing with my
flowing juices, and there is plenty of lubrication. My labia are
literally swallowing your cock, licking the sides like dual tongues.
And best of all for me is the feeling that I get as my clit pops over
the raised edge of the crown of your cock. Its like you were licking
me and I were licking you at the same time.

	I'm glad that I bought this heavily-built ironing board,
because I'm really starting to rock back and forth faster and harder.
I can hear your encouraging whispers and grunts, and I'm gasping and
panting too. My long blond hair hangs straight down and I start
whipping it around as my head dances. You remain perfectly still as I
caress your cock. I don't know how you have the discipline. My own
body is thrashing and pistoning with no way that I can control it. I'm
going to have my orgasm now, and you can sense it, I'm sure, since you
tell me that you too are about to come.

	And there it is. I stop pistoning and start vibrating and
squeezing my thighs together rhythmically. Looking down between my
breasts, as my eyelids flutter, I can see the jets of your come
spurting forward along the ironing board. Fireworks are going off in
my head, and more of my juices are flowing down onto your cock.

	I lose my ability to stand on my legs and fall forward onto
the ironing board and your pools of come. I'm so exhausted and
satisfied. It's too much for me, and I loose consciousness, falling
into a sleep that I know will be as filled with erotic dreams as my
cunt will be filled with your rejuvenated cock later today. I hope
your post-orgasmic nap is as sweet as mine.

	`Til then, Satisfied Sue