From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Strip, No Tease (MF, oral)
Date: 26 Jul 1996 19:59:46 GMT

(C) 1993, The Moth

			   Strip, No Tease
				  by
			       The Moth

	Carrie raised a hand to the top button of her blouse. "You
wanna see `em?" she asked.

	"Sure," I said. "I've been wondering what they looked like."

	Carrie began to unfasten the buttons. She moved her hips to
the slow rhythm of music from the radio. As her hands moved downward,
the blouse fell open gradually, revealing the tops of her breasts
cupped in a lavender bra.

	At last, the two sides of her blouse separated. Carrie turned
her back to me, gave me a coy look over her shoulder, and let the
blouse slip down and off her arms. She tossed it onto a nearby chair.

	Still with her back to me, Carrie reached up and slipped the
catch on her bra. She crossed her arms across her breasts to hold the
bra in place and turned back to face me. She pushed a strap off one
shoulder and, without revealing anything, worked the bra strap down
past her elbow and slipped her arm free. Then she did the same with
her other arm.

	Now, only Carrie's crossed arms kept the bra in place over her
breasts. Slowly, she lowered the left side, exposing more of the top
of her breast until the rosy region around her nipple showed, and then
the nipple itself peeked free, erect and taut. Carrie dropped her arm
and the bra fell away, exposing her left breast.

	"That's the smaller one," she said.

	"Looks fine to me," I told her.

	Carrie's left hand still held the remaining bra cup over her
right breast. She squeezed herself, then moved her hand underneath her
breast to lift it, offering it to me. She pulled the bra away and let
it slide to the floor. Turning slightly to one side, Carrie pulled her
shoulders back, then turned back the other way, displaying her tits
from both sides.

	"What do you think?" she said.

	"They're beautiful," I told her. "They're perfect!"

	"Do you think so?" she asked, as if bemused by the idea.
Carrie crossed her arms behind her head, making her breasts jut out
even more prominently, and shook them gently from side to side.
"Well," she said, "is there anything else you'd like to see?"

	"I'd like to see it all," I said. "I want to see everything."

	"There's an idea," she admitted. "Well, okay."

	Carrie dropped her hands to the waist of her skirt. She found
the zipper at the side and slid it down. With a rocking motion of her
hips, she worked the skirt over her fanny and let it fall to the
floor, then stepped out of it daintily. She wasn't wearing nylons,
just high-cut panties in a lavender color that matched the bra she had
been wearing.

	She turned her back toward me, glanced over her shoulder and
smiled at me, and rolled the panties over her hips and down her
thighs, revealing her smooth, well-toned butt.

	"Nice, huh?" she asked.

	"You bet," I assured her.

	"Well," Carrie said, reaching for her blouse, "unless you... "

	"Wait a minute," I protested. "I haven't seen everything!"

	"Oh," she said, still acting bemused. "That's right, I guess
you haven't." With an impish expression, she stepped to the sofa and
turned to face me, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together. Only
her dark bush showed. Then she sat on the sofa, still keeping her
knees together.

	Carrie looked at me and, when she was sure she had my
attention, relaxed her legs and slowly let her knees fall apart.

	"Can you see all right?" she asked solicitously.

	"Not quite," I said.

	"Here, then," Carrie said, scooting her butt forward on the
sofa and spreading her legs wide. The dark rose color of her pussy
lips showed between her legs, slightly open and glistening with
dampness. "Now can you see?"

	"Yes," I said. "Now I can see."

	"Do you like what you see?" Carrie asked me.

	"Of course I do," I said. "You're beautiful."

	Carrie licked a finger and then slipped it between the lips of
her pussy. She moved it up to the button of her clit and rolled it
around.

	She put her finger into her mouth again, then move it back to
her pussy and slowly inserted it between the lips and into her cunt.
When it was all the way in, Carrie rolled her wrist around, rotating
her finger up inside her. Then she slipped it out again, now wet with
her juices, and teased her clit again with her fingertip. She closed
her eyes and took a ragged breath. Then she opened them again and
looked at me.

	"So," she asked, "is looking all you want to do?"

	Instead of answering, I went down on my hands and knees and
crawled across the room to her. Kneeling in front of her, I spread her
thighs wide with my hand and buried my face in her pussy.

	First, I stuck my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could and
forced it back and forth and in and out. Then, I licked upward toward
her clit.

	Carrie moved her hand out of the way. I flicked her clit with
my tongue, chewed on the lips of her pussy, and wrapped my mouth
around her clit and rubbed it vigorously with my tongue.

	Carrie seemed to like that. She rolled her hips, pushing up
against my wickedly teasing tongue and moaning softly.

	"God," she said. "I'm so ready. I could come just like this."

	She was very wet, not just from my kisses.

	"Be my guest," I told her. "I want you to come."

	With a gasp, she reached forward with both hands and pulled my
head into her cunt. I lashed her clit with my tongue and Carrie bucked
her hips up at me in increasingly convulsive jerks.

	"Oh, Jeez!" she gasped. "I'm so close, baby. Lick it for me,
honey, please! Make me come!"

	Her hands were pressing my mouth hard against her pussy. My
tongue and lips flicked and sucked and pushed into her and rolled her
clit and nibbled at it and licked and hummed. I sucked on her clit
like it was a nipple. I shook my head from side to side, holding it in
my lips.

	Then I lapped at it like a dog, strong, long licks. With a
shudder and a gasp, Carrie came convulsively. She pushed her pussy at
my mouth and humped on my tongue. "Ahhhghgh!" she yelled, then
whispered, "Oh yes baby that's so good oh fuck me with your tongue
honey oh lick me oh omigod lick me yes baby that's it that's it that's
it."

	After a while, Carrie relaxed and took a deep breath. Her
thighs, which had been clasping my head, relaxed and fell wide apart.
She opened her eyes and looked at me.

	"Put it in me," she said. "Right now, baby. Don't waste any
more time. I want your cock right now."

	I rose up on my knees and tore my pants open, forced them and
my underwear down, and shuffled forward into position.

	"Sink it in me, baby" Carrie said. "Put it in my pussy." She
put a hand under each of her knees and lifted up and out, spreading
herself open before me.

	I put the head of my rock-hard cock at the opening, waggled it
back and forth to get some of her lubrication on it, and pressed
forward. I got about halfway in before her tight pussy resisted me, so
I pulled back a little and rocked back and forth. Then I pushed
forward again. My prick slid in smoothly in one steady motion until
her pussy lips were spread wide around the base of my prick and I
could feel the head pushing against the back of her cunt. I pulled out
and pushed back into her again.

	Carrie wrapped her legs around my waist, clutching me with her
thighs. Her heels prodded at my butt, pulling me into her. I shoved my
cock in and out of her pussy. I slipped my arms behind her back and
pulled her forward against me, pressing her tits against my chest. My
other hand slipped down behind her butt and pulled her cunt forward,
forcing it onto my cock as deep as it could go.

	Carrie hunched her hips forward, meeting every thrust I gave
her.

	She shook her hips back and forth as I pumped in and out of
her pussy.

	Her lips kissed all over my face, then dropped to my mouth
and, opening deeply, forced her tongue into my mouth, kissing and
licking and sucking on my tongue. She put her hands behind my butt,
and both of us pulled toward each other, pressing her cunt onto my
hard cock.

	"Mmmmmm," Carrie moaned. "My, does that feel good. Does it
feel good to you, baby?"

	"Jesus!" I said. "Yes, it feels good. You're so hot and tight.

	It's wrapped around my cock. I can feel you milking it."

	And she was. Carrie's pussy gripped my prick. She would relax
each time I pushed forward, giving me free access to bury my cock as
deep as possible inside her. Then, when I drew back for another
stroke, Carrie tightened the muscles of her cunt, resisting my
withdrawal.

	"That's real good, babe," I told her. "It feels almost like
you're sucking me."

	"Now, there's an idea," Carrie said. She pushed my shoulders
away and hunched backward with her pussy. My cock slipped out. "Let me
eat you, honey." She patted the sofa, indicating that she wanted me to
sit there, and slid off onto the floor. We changed places, with Carrie
kneeling between my legs.

	"What a lovely prick," she said. "It looks as good as it
felt."

	Carrie leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. "Mmmmmm,"
she murmured, "it tastes like me." She extended her tongue and began
to lick the head, grasping me in one hand to hold it steady.

	When she had cleaned the head to her satisfaction, Carrie
pushed her lips down over it, holding just the head inside her mouth
and sucking on it. Then, maintaining a sucking vacuum, she forced me
deep into her mouth. She pumped her head back and forth, her lips
forming a grasping ring around my cock that she slid up and down its
length. When I was deep inside her mouth, she waggled her tongue back
and forth along the underside of my prick.

	"Like that, baby?" she asked, pulling her mouth off me. Her
hand pumped up and down on my dick. "Do you like it when I suck your
cock? Do you want to come in my mouth, baby?"

	I didn't answer and Carrie didn't really expect me to. Without
waiting, she put my prick back in her mouth and began working on it
again.

	Now, her hand joined her lips, jacking up and down on my cock
with her mouth. It slid through her clutching finger into the warm,
sucking tunnel of her mouth and then back out again, her lips trailing
along it as if yielding it reluctantly.

	Carrie began to work on me energetically, shoving her head
down onto my cock and pulling back quickly, only to shove me into her
mouth again.

	She also began humming at the back of her throat, little moans
of passion each time she exhaled, which imparted a vibration to my
cock. My prick shot in and out of her sucking mouth and clinging
fingers.

	"Oh, Jeez, babe," I warned her, "that's gonna do it. Oh, god!"

	I could feel it start somewhere around my toes. A burst of
warmth and tension shot through my loins. Carrie sensed that it was
coming and sucked my cock frantically, furiously, throwing her head
forward and back, rotating her mouth around my prick while she sucked
so hard that smacking sounds burst out around her lips. Her hand flew
up and down along the shaft of my cock. I shoved my hips back and
forth, fucking into her mouth, and exploded convulsively, spewing come
into that warm, grasping cavern. Carrie kept sucking as the jets of
come splattered against the back of her mouth. She swallowed hard,
several times, each swallow tugging on the length of my cock and
extending the sensation.