Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Trey and Lisa (MF)
Date: 29 Sep 1995 21:26:48 GMT

			    Trey and Lisa

	Trey sighed. It had been a long, hard day - week, in fact.
Lisa nestled in his lap, her face buried in his neck and shoulder as
she floated somewhere in the soft and fluffy world their cuddling
often generated for her. She had some time ago softly moved herself
onto his lap, pushed her skirt up and behind her, then, moving her
legs far apart, gently pushed his two middle fingers up inside her.

	She tugged her pussy lips wide apart until they were taut,
pink and shiny with the strain of stretching, then closed the heel of
his hand upon it, his fingers still inside her. She closed her thighs
tightly and trapped his hand within her, gently rolling his hand with
her movements, fondling him as she freed him from his clothing. She
particularly loved the long, gentle lovemaking that began this way -
he moving his hands inside her vagina, clenching and unclenching his
hand upon her clitoris as she rolled her thighs back and forth,
controlling both the movements and the pressure of his fingers inside
her and his hand upon her.

	Gently she stroked him - slowly, softly. It would not do to
bring him on too fast. Dimly, lost in the mists of her own pleasure,
she was aware,to a surprising degree of the intensity of his arousal -
and careful not to push him over the brink, either physically or
psychologically. She loved his hands upon her, and in her. She loved
to fondle him - and could float this way for hours.

	Her belly rolled visibly. She dripped with wetness, as the
movement of his fingers made soft sucking sounds, swirling, slowly
circling inside her cunt. She gasped as he crooked the first joints of
his fingers and slowly pressed them outward in a circle just barely
inside the sphincter of her cunt. She spasmed and shuddered as she
came. Her nipples stood erect and puckered, an inch long at least, as
his left hand curled around her and began to tease them, pulling and
plucking, twisting and kneading, pressing and squeezing...

	She had come that way several times in the past hour - each
time her cunt grasping firmly at his fingers and pulling them up even
deeper inside her. But her arousal grew in intensity with each orgasm.
Somewhere deep inside her was a primal gnawing, a hunger for him and
his seed that would not be denied.

	Careful not to move his fingers out of her, she sat erect, and
swung her legs to straddle him as she opened his shirt and pulled it
off of him.

	Finally she took him by his cock, and pulled him gently erect,
legs spread wide for him to more easily retain his hold upon her, and
tenderly tugged him down to the floor.

	Again straddling him, this time with her backside facing him
so he could continue to probe her cunt and play with her pussy, she
bent carefully forward to drag her nipples along his abdomen as she
pulled away his trousers and his underwear. That done, she proceeded
to lubricate him carefully, taking him slowly into her mouth, inch by
careful inch, each bob of her head moving him more deeply into her
throat until the final bob placed her so deeply around him her nose
was buried in his sac and her lower lip rested on the hard bone that
underlay the soft flesh surrounding the base of his cock.

	She began to swallow, then to bob, swallow, bob, swallow, bob,
her fingers lightly scratching his balls and the perineum that lay at
the base of his pelvis. From time to time she lifted high enough to
breath, licking swiftly at the tip of his cock, rimming the head with
a flickering tongue, her teeth lightly raking up and down the tender,
swollen head. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the opening that
leaked his seminal fluid, lapping contentedly at the liquid she found
there, plunging suddenly the full length of his shaft until he was
firmly embedded once again within her mouth and throat. She resumed
her sucking, swallowing motions. He was arching and thrusting into her
throat, moaning.

	But it was not yet the time...

	She was reluctant to tear herself from the sweetness that was
flowing from his hands up into her cunt, shaking her belly with
tremendous spasms, her buttocks clenching and unclenching as she came,
and came, and came. His chest was slippery with the juices that had
dripped from her.

	Swiftly she reversed herself, swapping ends with such alacrity
that her pussy hardly felt the difference in the rhythm of the stroke
between his fingers and his cock as he pushed deeply into her, probing
the depths of her womb. She took a moment or two, sitting quite erect,
her breasts bouncing as she moved, to position him very carefully, so
that his cock not only lay within her cunt, but pushed gently into her
cervix pressing against the top of her womb, the feeling of fullness
and completion that contact gave her threatened to overwhelm her yet
again.

	He lifted his knees behind her so that she could lean back a
bit, laying her weight upon his thighs stretching her pussy so wide it
seemed the skin would have to tear, as she tilted her cunt forward and
up so he could see himself enter her. Her clitoris stood firm and
straight, a small erection of her own.

	He reached forward and began to flick the tip of her clitoris
with a finger, lightly - ever so lightly; then, reaching to run his
fingers around his cock as she lifted slightly to pull a little of
herself outside her cunt, he wet his fingers on her tissue and his
cock, grasping her clitoris firmly at the base, and beginning slowly
to wind it, like a watch.

	She began to pump him in and out of her cunt, carefully
maintaining the highly visible posture she knew he loved - her thighs
spraddled as widely as they would go, her pussy lips, pinched firmly
one in each hand, stretched wide and taut so her cunt was clearly
visible against the background of her shaved pubes (she didn't like
anything obscuring his view of her, not even her pubic hair... she
*loved* the look in his eyes when he looked at her... ) Up and down,
in and out, with each raise of her hips, a bit of her pulled out with
his cock, and she gradually shifted her hands on her pussy so she
could hold it wide with the heels of her hands, while she firmly
grasped and squeezed herself around his cock.

	She began to hammer her pussy on his pelvis, her moans rising
in pitch as she rose in tempo. She had come already half a dozen
times, but he had not... not yet. Orgasms she had had aplenty this
day, but it was not enough. She needed not just another orgasm, she
needed *him*... his essence, his substance, that which made him what
he was... and she began to plead and beg for it, to whimper, her
muscles pulling and tugging, sucking and coaxing. He had for some time
now been holding her breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing, her
long nipples clipped between thumb and hand - as much to keep her
breasts from aching with the vigor of her humping as she worked ever
harder, relentlessly compelling him to greater heights of pleasure.

	Her eyes closed, she could feel every nuance of the twitches
and quirks of his cock's movements within her... she could almost
*feel* his load mound up preparatory to the rush. "Oh, yes! OH, YES!
**OH, YES!!! TREY! GIVE IT TO ME... ! PLEASE, DARLING! GIVE IT TO ME!
I *NEED* IT... I ***NEED***... " and as she spoke the word, he erupted
within her. A flood of warm, wet, sweet heat washed over her,
beginning at a tiny, tiny point high up inside her womb.

	As his hot liquid spread over her insides, so the point
expanded, until she felt as though she were flying apart - then
collapsing back into herself with a rush and a roar in her ears that
made her head swim, and then she simply melted into him. Disappeared.
There was no longer Trey and Lisa... there was only *them*, whatever
you chose to name them. They were one, again. Not forever, not even
for terribly long - but so long as she could hold him there with her,
she would.

	She lay down, rolling over, pulling him down upon her,
carefully tucking her breasts between them that his weight would allow
her tiny movements to roll her hardened nipples between them. She lay,
once again her face nestled in his neck as his fingers and hands
roamed over her body, her legs spread as widely as she could, her cunt
pulling him still deeper, massaging him softly, trying to keep him
firm enough to remain within her as long as she could hold it.

	An hour later they were still there, she, still holding him
within her, he still cradling her against him... and they slept, her
pussy sucking softly at his cock... small movements that would have
been visible from the right vantage point... her fingers still
tenderly roaming his face and chest, touching, touching, touching,
with a quiver to them every time they found him once again... and
still she slept, tears of shared delight dampening the cushion which
pillowed their heads... a smile drifting lightly on her lips...