From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Trish (MF, oral, anal, toys)
Date: 18 Sep 1996 22:37:33 GMT

				Trish

	"Pack a bag," I said, dropping my briefcase on the dining
table in front of Trish's coffee cup. "We're taking off."

	"Why are you home so early? It's only noon."

	"I said, pack a bag. We're going to get a change of scenery."

	"What?" she said. "Where to?"

	"The coast. We'll take a weekend trip and indulge ourselves.
We'll get some rest. Besides, we haven't been to the beach in a long
time." I loosened my tie and took a sip from Trish's cup as she stood
and ran a fingertip along my arm.

	"Not too much rest, I hope," she said, and sauntered into the
bedroom to pack.

				* * *

	Five hours later we stepped into the lobby of a Hilton a few
blocks from the beach. I signed us into a room on the twelfth floor
with a view of the ocean and a king-sized bed.

	Trish led me into the room and sat down on the bed. She
bounced lightly on the mattress, making her lovely round breasts
jiggle, braless, under her white blouse.

	"Just right," she said. She lay back for a moment and brushed
her nipples through the light material. I smiled at her, and then
dropped the luggage with a thud. Trish sat up at the noise.

	"Careful with my makeup case. Oh, honey," she said, watching
me put my briefcase down. "You didn't bring your work up here, did
you?"

	"Well, I may have to call in an account tomorrow morning,
unless they leave a message on the machine at home."

	"Tomorrow's Saturday."

	"Well, you know, sometimes... " I trailed off and walked to
the bathroom, hoping to end her questions.

	"Just as long as it's only tomorrow morning," Trish called
behind me. "And preferably late."

	I smiled at the mirror, and thought, No, very early. Very,
very early. "God, I'm starving," I said, walking back into the bedroom
"Let's go eat."

	Trish reached up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me down next to
her. "I'm not ready to go out - but I am hungry." She locked her lips
over mine. We tongue-wrestled for a few minutes, and Trish began to
lightly stroke my stiffening shaft. When she rolled over on top of me,
I pulled my mouth away.

	"Wait. Let's not - yet. I want to make this a night to
remember."

	"Why not?" she pouted. "You don't know what it's like, sitting
at home all day, no one there to help me get off, just watching those
soap operas and getting hotter and hotter - "

	She bent down and pulled my zipper open. She nuzzled my cock
through the fly of my boxer shorts and gave it a couple of quick
licks. "Can't I just have a snack before we eat?"

	I reached down and petted her long blond hair. "Trish, you'll
spoil your dinner. Now go get dressed. Something special."

	Trish sat up on her knees. "I have a taste for seafood." She
crawled off the bed, took her bag into the bathroom, and began to
close the door. "No fair peeking," she said, and pulled the door
tight.

	I shucked my own clothes and opened the briefcase. I took a
pair of black silk briefs from under some other boxes and closed the
case tight, spinning the little (almost useless) locks. By the time
Trish came out, I was dressed in khakis, a yellow oxford, blue jacket
and tie. I splashed some aftershave on and admired Trish's outfit.

	"Hot, very, very hot!" I said, walking over and nuzzling her
ear.

	"No snacking, remember?" she giggled. She stepped back and
spun around slowly. She wore a deep burgundy silk dress, knee-length
but slit high on the hips, close at the neck with a lace inset in
front and back. Black stockings and heels matched a black hat, under
which gold and ruby earrings sparkled like her brown eyes.

	"Let's eat."

				* * *

	Ordering oysters and champagne for the appetizer was a
mistake, I realized, when the maitre d' and our waitress both
complimented us on our marriage. Honeymooners, I knew, would be
closely watched, just to see if any lewd, exciting things would
happen.

	Not that it stopped us.

	Trish seemed to get off on the attention, playing with my feet
under the table, squeezing my shoulders, trading champagne during
kisses, and at one point stroking me nearly to climax under the
tablecloth while the waitress, Gina, recited the dessert menu. Gina
smiled at my pained expression and left to get our coffee.

	When she came back with the bill, Gina flickered her tongue
over her teeth and bent between us. "My tits are bigger than hers,"
she said, and pushed her mounds against my shoulders.

	"Well, I don't know," I said, finally giving up all attempts
at nonchalance. "Let's just see."

	I grasped Gina's left breast in my right hand, and Trish's
right one in my left. I squeezed gently, then slid my hands around
their supple curves. "I don't know," I said, "they're about the same
size, but I think your nipples are harder."

	Gina stood up and looked around. Since it was almost closing
time, the only other customers were on the other side of the
restaurant, the maitre d' was counting receipts at the bar with his
back turned, and the other waitresses were in the staff room, smoking
and bitching about their tips. Gina knelt between Trish and me.

	"My nipples are like rocks, and as big as grapes." Gina
unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pulled it open, displaying a pink
push-up bra which cradled her golden-brown tits but left her aureole
exposed. She licked her red lips and lifted her breasts up to her
mouth, tickling both of her nipples with the moist tip of her tongue.

	"Enormous," I gasped. Then I looked at Trish, who grinned with
lust in her eyes and leaned down to Gina's face.

	"Give me one," Trish said, and nibbled the underside of Gina's
left tit through the pink silk. She moved over Gina's breast,
peppering light licks and nips across the soft, tan skin, and Gina's
eyes closed in delight.

	I reached down and massaged her right tit, then leaned down to
suck Gina's tender mouth. My cock had risen in my khakis, and Gina
instinctively reached out to stroke it.

	"I watched your wife's eyes and arms when I was taking - OH! -
your dessert order and UNNNMM! yes, right there! OHH! - and I just had
to come feel for myself. Yesss!" she hissed as I nibbled her hard
protruding nipple.

	"Excuse me," said a voice.

	We all jumped back and looked up. The maitre d' stood above
us, arms crossed, and a grimace on his face. "You'll have to do that
somewhere else, I'm afraid. Good for business, but bad for the
reputation, you know."

	Gina stood up and rushed to the bathroom, a tray held over her
exposed flesh. Trish wiped her mouth delicately with her napkin, and I
smiled dumbly. "We were just leaving," I said, reaching for the bill.

	"Not - coming?" the maitre d' said, walking away.

	I pulled out my billfold and began figuring the tip. "Fifteen
percent of ninety-six - "

	"Give her twenty," Trish said.

	"Twen - " I started, then grinned at the squeeze I got in my
crotch. I dropped a twenty and a five on the table, and we walked to
the bar to pay. As the maitre d' ran my Gold Card through with a
scowl, I rubbed Trish's ass. Suddenly, I felt a hand in my pocket, and
as I whirled around, I saw Gina.

	"My phone number. I'm off tomorrow, if you want to call... "
She blew us a kiss and walked back toward the kitchen.

	"Signature, please," the maitre d' said, curtly. I signed and
escorted Trish to the door.

	"Maybe you need to get laid," I said.

	"Yes, definitely," Trish echoed, and pulled her skirt aside,
flashing her black panties and gartered stockings. "I know I will - "
she said, licking a finger and running it along the inside of her
thigh, " - but I don't think you're going to get any."

	I took Trish's hand and walked her out the door, leaving the
man to his fantasies.

				* * *

	I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign out, locked the door, and
walked over to the dresser. I opened the bottle of champagne we'd
bought on the way back from the restaurant and poured two glasses.

	"To us," I said, handing Trish a glass and tapping the crystal
together. We both sipped and then kissed deeply, swirling our tongues
in the bubbly liquid. Trish broke the kiss and swallowed, then put her
glass on the nightstand.

	"I love you, Jack."

	"I love you too, Trish." I stood up and took my jacket off.
"And I'm going to show you how much tonight." I kicked off my shoes
and pulled off my tie. "Lay back and close your eyes," I said.

	Trish grinned and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, laying back
on the pillows. I went to the dresser and opened the briefcase. I
removed a large black box and a bag with several items in it and
carried them to the bed.

	"Keep those eyes shut," I said, and Trish nodded, still
grinning.

	I went to the bathroom, filled a glass with warm water and
returned to the bed. I set the water with the two half-full champagne
glasses and took off my shirt, slacks, and socks.

	"Now," I said, standing beside the bed, "prepare to be
ravaged."

	Trish opened her eyes and gasped. I'd never worn anything but
plain white cotton boxers before, and the tight silk briefs held my
half-stiff cock tightly.

	"Oh, God," she murmured, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "I
love them." They turned me on almost as much as Trish, who bent her
head and kissed me through the thin fabric.

	"No, wait, I've got some things for us to play with." I
grasped her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. "First, though,
we need to get you out of this dress." I turned Trish around and
unzipped her. The dress cascaded off her body in a torrent of
crimson, lying like a pool of blood on the floor.

	Trish leaned back against my chest, and I reached around to
caress her firm tits. Her black lace bra barely covered her nipples,
which I was excited to see were already stiffening. I lightly ran my
fingers along the sides of her breasts, then cupped the soft flesh and
hefted them a bit. Trish let out a deep, throaty breath, and I tweaked
her nipples with my thumbs. I began kissing her neck and I felt her
hips grind back into my groin, her silk panties against my own silk
briefs.

	"God, Jack - OH!" Trish moaned as I continued to massage her
tits. Then I turned her around and laid her on the bed, her legs
dangling at the knees off the side of the mattress.

	"What is all this?" she asked, reaching for the packages
beside her.

	"Don't touch - you'll find out," I said. I lay down beside her
and ran my hands up her legs, lingering on her inner thighs for a
moment, then tickling down to her feet. I unhooked her garters and
rolled the black silk stockings off, inhaling their fragrance before
dropping them to the floor. I sucked each of her toes, one at a time,
as I massaged the balls of her feet. Occasionally I rubbed my cock
quickly against her legs, and Trish began rubbing my ass as I worked.
Then I began kissing and licking her legs up to her fragrant pussy,
still ensconced in her black lace panties, which I found were
crotchless and moistening rapidly. I licked along the edge of the
fabric, ringing her mound with kisses, and then ran my tongue along
the seam in the middle, tickling her lips just beneath the silk.

	Trish's moans were longer now. "Now," I said, "for the first
course." I reached over and got the black box. "Let me see," she said,
lifting her head.

	"No, not yet," I teased. "Lay back down, shut your eyes."

	Trish reluctantly obeyed, and I opened the box, extracting a
thin nine-inch stainless-steel vibrator. I bent back down, laid the
vibrator on the bedspread between Trish's legs, and parted the silk
panties. I ran a finger around her cunt lips, then dipped it quickly
in and out. Her juices began flowing a bit, and I lapped at them with
my tongue. I pushed her legs apart a bit more, and attacked again,
more earnestly.

	"Oh, Jack, oh, God!" Trish muttered, her back arching.

	I put a finger in her twat, just up to the first knuckle, and
twirled it slightly to keep her going. I sat up to get a pillow, which
I bent in half and put under the small of her back. I needed better
access for what I planned.

	When I had Trish situated, I went down for a third time,
replacing my finger with my tongue, slowly undulating it in and out.
Her panties were soaked, and the juices were running into the cleft of
her ass, when I asked her, "Are you ready for a surprise?"

	"Yes, uunngh, yes, Jack."

	I ran two fingers along her cunt and applied the juices to the
vibrator. I repeated this movement twice, and then smeared some of my
own pre-cum on it, and then tore the lacy garment in half. I put the
metal cock against her puckered asshole, and before Trish could utter
an objection, forced two inches in.

	"Aaaagh! Oh, sweet Jesus, that's - that's - that's good!"
Trish forced her ass downward against the vibrator, and then
contracted her sphincter around the shiny metal. "Farther, Jack, give
me more - uunh!"

	I ran my finger through her juices and then around the
vibrator, and gave it another push. A full five inches were in now,
and I switched the toy on low.

	"Oh Christ!" Trish screamed, cumming with a flood of juices,
which I lapped at hungrily. I smeared more on the vibrator and edged
it in another inch or two, where I left it humming. Trish was bucking
slowly, squeezing her nipples and breathing rapidly. After a minute or
two, I turned the vibrator off, but at her request, left it lodged in
her anus.

	"Let me suck you," she said, looking at me through half-closed
eyes. "I want to taste your cock."

	"There's another treat," I said, "but this one's for me." I
pulled the remnants of the panties off Trish's legs, and picked up the
bag on the bed. I reached for the glass of water, took a sip, then
poured some on the dark black pubic hair above Trish's mound.

	"God!" Trish screamed as the cold liquid splashed on her
stomach and down her thighs. "What the hell are you doing?"

	I didn't reply. I opened the bag and pulled out the brand new
razor and shaving cream. I looked at Trish as I opened the package and
held up the device. Her eyes opened wide in mock horror, and she
giggled playfully. "Just a light trim, please."

	"I was thinking more of the Yul Brynner look, myself," I said,
shaking the can and applying the foamy cream.

	"No, really, Jack, you might cut me," Trish said. I smiled and
turned the vibrator back on, at low speed. "Oooohhh, uuungghh." She
lay back and I went to work. Soon, she was smooth as her tits, and I
massaged her clean pussy with some fresh cream from its slit.

	"Are you about through?" she asked, sitting up with her
elbows. "I really want to suck you off, baby. You're gonna explode on
your own soon - I know you that well."

	I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it from its
orifice. Then I put the razor, shaving cream, and bag on the floor
before walking up to the head of the bed. Trish cupped my balls
through the black silk, then squeezed hard. With a yelp, I collapsed
atop her on the bed.

	"That's for shaving me." Then she rolled me off of her, bent
down, and sucked the head of my cock poking out the top of the
underwear. "And that's for shaving me, too."

	Trish pulled the fabric down and worked on my shaft earnestly,
sucking like she never had before. My leg and abdominal muscles tensed
and relaxed as she worked, licking, nipping, kissing and sucking on my
engorged penis. She lightly pinched my balls as she sucked the purple
head, then rolled them slowly as she inched her way down to the base
of my cock. I reached for her, but she moved away at my touch, giving
me the pleasure I had given her.

	Soon I was tensing, twitching, on the brink of cumming, and
Trish moved forward, kneeling between my legs, sucking as hard as she
could. At the moment I popped, she took her head away, letting the cum
splash on her chest, hanging in beads on her black lace bra. When I
had subsided, she sucked the last bit out of me and sat up.

	"Watch," she said, rubbing the cum into her bald pussy,
leaving a sticky patch in lieu of her black curls. "But we're not done
yet. Not by a long shot." She nestled against me and we shared a glass
of champagne while we caressed each other. I nuzzled her breasts
through the lace, and then released the front hook of the bra, freeing
her beautiful round globes to sway before my eyes. Soon, I was hard
again, but when I moved to take charge, Trish turned the tables.

	"No, wait. What else is in that bag? I've had enough surprises
for one night."

	Sheepishly, I dumped the remaining contents on the bed: a box
of condoms and a tube of K-Y jelly. "I didn't know if you'd take the
vibrator without some help."

	"I'm going to take something else now," Trish said. "Lay
down."

	I lay back, my dick pointing toward heaven. Trish found the
vibrator on the floor and washed it off with some of the soapy water.
She dried it off and popped it in her mouth. She smiled around the
metal cock while she unscrewed the cap of the jelly and opened the box
of condoms.

	"Now then," she said, "let's get you set." She ripped open a
condom and rolled it down my throbbing shaft. Then she squirted a glob
of K-Y on the tip, rubbed it around my head, and ran her hand down my
cock. Then she turned around, showing me her ass. "Lick it," she said.

	I eagerly complied, tonguing around her tender pink asshole,
so recently opened for the first time. I pecked my tongue right into
the pucker, eliciting a cry and a surge forward from Trish. But she
slowly came back, and I delicately put my tongue back on her raw nerve
ending, applying a bit of pressure. I held it for a moment, then
pulled my tongue away and blew softly. Trish yelped and turned around
again.

	"Now, watch," she said, putting the vibrator in her pussy. She
fucked herself gently with the rod, twirling it around like my cock
never could, then lodged it as deep as it would go. Then she lay back,
rolled on her stomach, and squirted another glob of KY onto her
fingertip. She reached back and planted it on her asshole, then
squirmed up onto her knees with her chin still on the bed.

	"Fuck it," she said.

	"I don't think you're quite rea - "

	"Fuck it now!" she said, pushing her ass back at me.

	I laid the tip of my cock at her jellied crack, then pushed in
just a bit. Trish relaxed, then pushed in sync with me, yielding
enough so that three or four inches of my thick cock were lodged in
her asshole.

	"Once more," she gasped, and we pushed again, bringing me to
six inches within her, two inches still outside. "Now, turn that damn
thing on... on high."

	The vibrator hummed (in delight, I imagine) deep in her cunt,
and I lay over Trish's back. I reached down and began squeezing her
tits, gently and then harder as Trish rocked back and forth, moving my
cock inside her. I could feel the vibrator through the thin wall of
her vagina, an unbelievable sensation combined with the intense
pressure of her anus on my cock.

	It didn't take me long to get to the brink, and Trish diddled
her clit quickly and roughly, screaming into the mattress all the
while. Soon, we exploded, collapsing and pulling apart. Trish pulled
the vibrator out of her twat and held it to my lips, where we licked
it clean together.

	"Tastes so good, honey," I murmured, and covered her mouth
with mine. I slipped my tongue over her teeth and played with her
tongue. We broke for breath and I kissed along her jawline while
stroking the small of her back. We lay quietly for a while, softly
massaging each other and covering our faces with kisses. Gazing into
her smiling eyes, I remembered what had brought us together, and I
realized what I could be missing.

	"I adore you, darling," I said, putting a kiss on Trish's
forehead.

	"I'm lucky to have you," she replied. She sat up and removed
the condom from my soft shaft which twitched at her touch. Trish
splashed the last of the tepid shaving-water on my scrotum and
massaged my penis clean. She dried it with the sheet, then lowered her
mouth over its rapidly growing form and blew warm air slowly across
the sensitive skin. She moved her head and again blew over my crotch,
this time exciting the hairs on and beneath my scrotum, sending a
tingling spark into my asshole and up my spine. I laughed as she
tickled me with her breath and I cupped her head in my palms as I bent
down to kiss her. I ran my fingers wildly over her ribcage and she
shrieked and squirmed.

	"Don't tickle! Please, Jack, no, STOP!" Trish was giggling
uncontrollably. I was unrelenting until she grabbed my cock. "Stop it,
Jack," she said with an evil grin. I put my hands up like an arrested
criminal.

	"Hey, turnabout is fair play," I said.

	"Hmm, turnabout... I think that will work." She engulfed me
with her mouth and began working her tongue along the bottom of my
shaft. I laid my head on her thigh and probed her pussy lightly with
my pinky, running along the folds of her vulva and then dipping into
her wet slit. I put my tongue on the inside of her kneecap and ran it
up her leg, over her bare mound, then back down the other leg. Trish's
legs tensed with my touch, and I traced the lines of her tendons with
my free hand.

	The blood in my groin was pulsing as she worked expertly over
my cock. She squeezed at its base as she pulled hard on the head,
bouncing my balls with her long fingernails. As I came closer to
climax, I put my tongue directly over her clit, simply holding it
there with very little pressure. I put two fingers in her slit and ran
them up and down inside her, spreading my digits rhythmically as I
moved my hand. As Trish's pussy was opened and closed, it pulled her
clit ever so slightly over my tastebuds, and her juices began to cover
my fingers. She bent her knees and put her feet flat on the mattress,
spreading her legs wider and pushing her ass up off the bed a bit in
an effort to increase the sensation on her clit.

	"Come on Jack, push it, suck my clit, SUCK it, YES! Push a
fing - OOOHH! - push it in, harder, baby, MMMMMM, yes, finger-fuck me,
SUCK me, SUCK IT! YES!"

	A jerk in my cock prompted me to clench my muscles. Trish
squeezed hard on my penis to hold me back. She moved her hips away
from me and lay back with her legs wide apart. "In me, Jack, come in
me."

	I twisted around and put my cock against her moistness. I
rubbed against her a few times to add her slickness to her saliva on
my shaft and then poised my head at the entrance to her pussy. I put
my face up to hers and sucked and nibbled her lips. I pushed my head
into her twat and used my hand to move it up and down a bit. Trish
moaned and gripped my buttocks, attempting to pull me into her. I
resisted and put my mouth over her nipples, repeating my sucking and
nibbling. Her aureole were puffy and I traced around them, licking the
sensitive points of her nipples now and then and massaging the firm
weight within.

	I bent over to lick up her ribcage to her arms, and Trish had
had enough. She levered me over onto my side and jumped onto me. She
pushed me flat on my back and centered her pussy over my cock. She
slid slowly onto my shaft and pinned my arms back on the bed. Her
breasts hung on my chest and she twisted her shoulders to rub her buds
through my hair and against my own nipples. She squeezed my shaft
inside her, pulling hard and relaxing as she rocked herself up and
down.

	We kissed deeply as I began to come, the delicate painful
release as I shot into her. Trish locked her fingers in mine and sat
up, bringing our hands to her breasts, and together we heightened her
ecstasy as the squeezes in her cunt increased in pressure and
frequency. I moved a hand to our joined flesh and slipped a finger
alongside my softening penis. With my thumb I teased her clit until
beads of perspiration broke out across Trish's hairline. Her head fell
back as she climaxed, and I put my hand behind her shoulders to lower
her to the sheets. She shuddered and growled as the waves overcame
her.

	I replaced my finger with my mouth and sucked against her
clitoris, putting two fingers back into her slit and raking them in
and out as quickly as I could move. Trish balled her fists in my hair
and pushed my face against her smooth mound. I pulled my fingers out
and slid my head up to her waist, then cupped her juicy vagina and
patted it softly. She writhed and beat on the bed with her fists. I
laid my hand on her wetness and shook my palm quickly back and forth
as Trish collapsed with her hands on her face. I took one more lick
over her slit and moved up beside her, cradling her head on the crook
of my neck and shoulder.

	"More champagne?" I asked, caressing her hair.

	"No, not now. We can order some for breakfast." Trish giggled
for a moment. "Better make that lunch."

	The bed was soaked with sweat, cum, water, soap suds and K-Y,
but we collapsed into sleep despite the mess. Sated and exhausted, we
dozed off embraced in each other's arms, listening to the sounds of
the ocean crashing on the beach below the windows.