Bedtime Story for Kelly
	by Hans

Boy did I have a rough day at work today.  But you want a story?  It
looks like you've been getting a little a head of me.  That short little
skirt must make things easier.  And what?  Panties already off?  Oh you
have been at it.  You naughty little thing.  I thought you'd wait for me
to get home.

Okay well let's get comfy here in bed, and let me tell you a little
secret about me and your friend Gretchen.  One day last summer I wanted
to surprise you on a hot Saturday; I had been out of town on a trip and
got back a day earlier than expected.  You remember? Well, you were off
cavorting somewhere (a pool, perhaps?), but Gretchen was just hanging
around.  You know I hadn't even met her before, but she was nice enough
to invite me in for a lemonade.

Some knockout! I'd had a vision in my head of her, what with *your*
stories, and you haven't been exaggerating.  And on a hot day with no
air conditioning, there wasn't much left to my imagination.  Lovely full
breasts in a little teddy-type t-shirt, cut-offs cut all the way up,
leaving all of those smooth, up-to-the-shoulders legs; and I have to
admit that from the very start I was just imagining all those sweaty
little things the two of you were doing all summer long, that is, at
least when my cock wasn't around. I know she's gone for now, but it does
bring back pleasant memories, doesn't it?  Is your pussy getting a
little wet?  No, I'm not going to touch it yet.

So there I was, picturing you two in a full sixty-nine, with her tight
butt straddling your face, her twat spread out for full tasting.  I must
have spaced out, and maybe she knew what I was thinking about (have you
told her about your little storytelling to me? And what did you tell her
about me?), because before I knew it she was on all fours on the floor,
begging me to lick her snatch.

What could I do?  My cock was jumping out of my pants, and there she was
rubbing her pussy outside her jeans.  I jumped down on the floor with
her, unbuttoned those little shorts, and had them down fast with those
sexy panties she wears too.  No time for lingering then, with a moaning
vixen who wants it fast!  (You're moaning, too, I know; thinking about
my big prick (it *is* big) or about Gretchen's silky wet snatch?) In no
time I had my face nuzzled up against bottom, my nose in her ass, my
tongue lapping in her cunt.

You like it that way too?  Is that what you're saying with your ass
curved up in the air, your legs apart?  I do like giving head this way. 
It frames your pussy so nicely.  A little tickling on the sides? I get
to lick it all around, and deeply into those soft pink folds.  Oh you
taste sooo good.  Push that cunt back onto my mouth.  Oh, yes, Kelly; oh
I love your firm little ass, that sexy little box.  Let me reach up and
squeeze those full breasts of yours.  I know you're coming, you're sooo
wet.  My dick is wagging hard back here, I can hardly resist myself.  
Come on, come on, come all over my face, Kelly, yes, come, Kelly, come.

You liked that, didn't you.  Well, Gretchen liked it a lot too, and it
didn't take long for her to be exploding all over my face.  You've done
it to her, too?  You never told me that.  I have to agree, she has one
beautiful pussy.  So when she was done coming, I was about as hard as I
am now.  You know Gretchen, she's not one to let a partner go
unsatisfied!

And she could have done it with just a couple of strokes.  But Gretchen
took a play right out of your book; she wanted to tell me a story.  It's
one I think you know, even though you've never recounted it to me. 
Maybe you were saving it for a slow day?  Anyway, Gretchen told me about
the day she came home from work to find you spread out in bed sporting
an eight-inch strap-on.  You just couldn't resist, you said, as you lay
there gently caressing your plastic member.  Nor, it turned out, could
Gretchen, who in no time was out of her work clothes and with you on the
bed, giving you a hand.  She said how she couldn't resist giving you a
little head.  

Of course, Gretchen was in a position to demonstrate.  She went down to
show me exactly how she'd tickled your cock with the tip of her tongue,
anticipating (in both cases) what was about to be hers.  What a pleasant
surprise we gave her!  And just like with you, she was soon again on all
fours, begging for it from behind.  I heard you gave her quite a
fucking!  The picture of you on your knees guiding that big dick into
her tight little cunt had me on the edge by itself.  I drove into
Gretchen, while she moaned, "Fuck me, Kelly, fuck me with that big hard
cock of yours."  It wasn't long before I shot my wad deep inside of her.

I'm incredibly hard just thinking about it, and I see you're more than a
little wet.  Let me help you there.  What's that?  You say you've got
some pictures of Gretchen that you'd like to share with me?  A whole
album of them?  My, those are revealing. Just look at that snatch.  Can
we lie down on the bed to look at these -- I can't resist any longer. 
On our tummies.  Can I just stroke my cock a little?  Yes, you can touch
your pussy now, but only if you give me some pussy juice for my hand,
and only if you caress my balls from behind.  Let's think about fucking
Gretchen together.  Oh, it's feels sooo good.  Yes.. I'm on the edge. 
Just look at that wet pussy, that sexy mouth of hers, those luscious
tits.  

You want to slip underneath?  Missionary?  How exotic; we almost never
do it like that any more!  Quickly, I want to get my cock into that
tight little cunt of yours before it all comes out.  I'm guiding it in. 
How about a deep kiss while we come.  Yes, let's come together Kelly. 
Oh, yes, yes, yes.  Ahhhh.

That *was* nice.  Maybe next time with Gretchen?