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Story: Trusting the Moment (second half)

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Seems like my earlier blog post story got cut off mid way through. Is there a maximum size for this space? The story was about 1,600 words. Here goes with hopefully all of second half, with repetition of the last two sentences in earlier post. Apologies for foreplay interruptus:

Trusting the Moment (Part 2)

I had barely sat down on the bed beside her when she shoved fingers dripping with pussy juice in my mouth. I took her hand in both of mine and lovingly licked, as if in slow motion, to savor this very unexpected gift. A digression: Just the other day I caught a few minutes of a talk show, and the lady sex expert very matter of factly said to the audience of smiling women that men regard those juices as an aphrodisiac. What a civilized way to put it. Back to that hotel bed. Mary's other hand went for my cock and gently tugged. I could take a hint, and assumed that classic soixante-neuf embrace. I was on top, resting my elbows on either side of her, and slipping my hands beneath her firm buns. She had taken my cock in hand and seemed to be concentrating on sucking just the head. Not one to go for the gold immediately, I let my tongue lap up and down a bit around the pearly target, exploring her lush bush with restraint. Somehow we fit very well together in this position, and I think I must have thought, once again, will someone pinch me. I tongued gently at first but then began to explore with more abandon, giving myself license to show her how very much I wanted to drink her in.

What a circle of energy. Mary obviously relished sucking and moaned as she did so, making me all the harder and wanting to treat her to the most royal attention I could muster. She must have wanted me to cum because there was no backing off with her ministrations. It was incredible how small the world became then. My cock, held at its base in her hands, was getting a very earnest, loving sucking, while I had lost myself in the wet folds of her gorgeousness: silky black hair, trimmed neatly, with overlarge labia, beautiful as butterfly wings. And how responsive she was. We seemed to take turns trying to feel our effects on the other, she sometimes tightening her lips on my cock and with a studied slowness taking me in to the hilt, and me, occasionally bringing the fingers of one hand into play, spreading the folds around her clit, gently massaging while I licked.

After probably 10 minutes of this scrumptious give and take, I began to moan in anticipation of shooting my wad, and she moaned all the louder. I couldn't help but look at her pert little asshole as I lapped away, and wondered what delights awaited there. But maybe later, too much to concentrate on now. I could feel some trembling on her part, then a high-pitched cry of release. Needless to say, I exploded shortly thereafter. As I shot, she slowed her sucking again, as if extracting each last drop from my cock with relish. We were both glistening with perspiration as we aligned ourselves face to face, hugged each other and kissed deeply.

Slowly we regained our composure, and poured ourselves some champagne and washed down each others tastes. Teasingly, we fed each other the munchies. But it was dinner time, and we were starved and needed to get presentable. We showered together, lovingly soaping each other's tender parts, and not intentionally, found ourselves craving each other once again. It all happened so quickly. Mary had been facing away from me beneath the shower head as I lathered up here here delicious crack. Her derriere was something to behold: two firmly sculpted cheeks atop slender legs, Tootsie-Pops.

I rubbed the smallish bar of hotel bath soap slowly up and down her wonderful crack, and then used my fingers to tease her puckered rosebud -- circling it, probing gently, at first, then more aggressively. I'd forgotten how silky smooth and tight an ass can be. Mary moaned with approval and pushed that wonderful tush ever so slightly closer to me. My cock was now ranging back and forth like some lost dog, but not for long. I'd been used to being 'helped' around front but never around back. The next thing I knew, Mary had braced herself with one hand against the shower wall in front of her and reached back with other hand, grabbed my cock and tried to guide it home. There was still plenty of soap on my cock, but being the methodical nerd that I am, I felt it was not enough lubrication for those tight quarters. Mary made some sound of frustration as I reached for the little container of hair conditioner and emptied its contents along the length of my cock, then smoothed the goop out. Funny how it looked so much like cum. I then lined myself up on that tight little target, and ever so slowly let her swallow me up. I could hear Mary emit a short, clipped gasp, but she was also beginning to say, 'Yes, yes, yes,' in the softest accent.

I haven't queried a lot of people on the subject, but when someone so lovingly accepts, nay loves, your fucking them in the ass, it does make one humble. Enjoying a taboo together does create bonds. Mary's 'Yesses' soon turned into more husky voiced, 'Harder, harder, harder.' Obviously, she had relaxed and wanted it a little rougher. I obliged, but quickly felt my own orgasm coming. Just when you think your cock can't get any harder, it seems to grow a bit more.

What is it about ass fucking that is so primal? The tightness is incredible. That sphincter is one strong muscle. I felt I was being milked by some little fist. But how was Mary feeling? I've never felt anything but fullness back there when being probed with a strap-on. My hunch is that what is truly gratifying about being ass-fucked is simply its taboo status. If your lover accepts your ass, indeed revels in it, what else is there to hide. You are accepted. Last digression.

Just as I was beginning to make slapping noises against those buns of hers, Mary reached down and began to frig her pussy. I could feel her fingers occasionally brush against my cock as she vigorously fingered herself. Her breathing was more heavy as my thrusting and her fingering worked together. I feared the noise we would make when be both came, given that the wall of the shower abutted the hall wall, but what the hey. Mary came first, legs trembling, moans turning to guttural grunts. That was all too much for me as I shot off and let that tight ring squeeze every last drop of cum from me. I had to giggle a bit as her gorgeous ass spit me out. Mary moaned a bit, then turned around, kissed and hugged me as my knees wobbled ever so slightly.

So, we had feasted on each other's tasty bits, engaged in some exquisite ass-fucking. What was left? Oh yes, the traditional mode. But it would have to wait until after a dinner that we now craved. Total time we had known each other? Less than two hours. British-American relations were never tighter. Would someone please pinch me.

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Jun 13 @ 1:26AM  
A good second half. Another "greenie" (kudo) for you. I explained what a kudo was in comments for the first half of your story.

There is a character limit on the posts. Not sure how many words are allowed. What I do is write the story outside of AMD. Copy and paste into a new blog. Then I "preview" (see buttons - post, cancel, preview) in the purple bar beneath the comment frame. The preview will allow you to see where your story cuts off. This will indicate if you need to post your story in two, three or four, etc. separate posts.

As I said - good story, but the asides interfere with the flow of the story. If it were me I'd leave them out, but that's just my opinion. The extra info can be use for a separate post if you were inclined to do so.

Jun 13 @ 7:02AM  
What many people do is just what Dione says and how she says to it, except that you paste in the second part as the first comment.

Also unless you change your comments to automatically approve, most people will not comment.

Jun 13 @ 8:47AM  
Very good. Anxiously waiting on the next installment.

Jun 14 @ 11:06PM  
Dione, many thanks for the tactical advise when uploading a story and for your opinion on use of the asides. It does indeed interrupt things. Perhaps I was trying to be a bit too cute with going in and out of the narrative.

Wordsofwit, I took your advice immediately and changed the setting. Thanks.

Earthquake510, thanks for encouragement, though I wonder whether I shouldn't post my next story in the Story section. Well, duh. I was inspired by reading Dione's very literate two-part fantasy here, with its most loving ending. BTW ... derivation of "Earthquake501" screen name, if you care to share?

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