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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 9/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (09/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:10:54 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you
liked about the story and what you disliked. Don't just say ,
"nice story" or "it stunk" I only ask
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to get your reaction. Any and all
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Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part IX
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
With a flourish, Jasmine dropped the silk robe to the floor.
Sandy pulled herself up as
high as she could so she could have a good look at her captor.
Jasmine now wore a green satin
and nylon teddy. The top of which barely covered her 38 inch
bust, their wide brown aureole
clearly visible through the lacy material. Her long smooth
legs were now clad in sheer stocking,
held up by a set of garters. In an age of pantyhose, it was
something Sandy had never seen
another woman wear.
Her lace panties had a long opening, allowing easy access to
her own tightly trimmed
bush. For a moment, Sandy wondered how it would look after it
was trimmed by an expert and
crafted into a heart. Finishing the outfit was a small strand
of white pearls around her neck.
"Satisfied?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips
and stuck a suggestive
pose.
"Definitely!" Sandy responded.
"Well if you weren't, it would be just too fucking bad,
bitch!'' Jasmine abruptly countered
as she immediately became a character in Sandy's fantasy.
"This outfit is for my enjoyment, not
yours"
With that she jumped onto the bed and moved to straddle the
helpless naked woman
beneath her.
"It's about time a stuck up cunt like you learned how to eat
pussy." Jasmine said as she
squatted over Sandy's face.
From just inches away, Sandy could see the light pink skin of
Jasmine's sugar walls.
They were already coated by a shiny film of girljuice. The
taller woman reached down and pulled
her lips apart, giving her an even better look. Seconds later,
the bright pink walls were pressing
against her lips as Jasmine dropped down and pressed her pussy
against her powerless captive's
mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming as Sandy immediately tried to
put her tongue to work.
To her satisfaction, Jasmine did indeed taste just a little
different. The woman on stop began a
gentle rocking motion, rubbing her clitoris against Sandy's
searching tongue, helping her to find
the most sensitive points.
Jasmine arched herself backward and braced herself with both
arms for support, all the
time gyrating her lower body. With every motion she sent the
rising waves of passion rippling
through her light brown body.
"Not bad for a beginner." She said as she rubbed her cunt
harder against Sandy's now
cum covered face.
In truth, Sandy was doing a pretty great job for a beginner.
What she lacked in skill she
made up for with enthusiasm. Her tongue darted every which way
it could, and although she
didn't hit the right spots every time, she hit them often
enough to get the job done.
Jasmine felt her orgasm about to burst. She could tell that is
wasn't going to be a record
breaker, but then again she hadn't expected it to be. Sandy
soon could feel Jasmine's body
shudder as her legs pressed tighter against her face. While
she wasn't a gusher as Sandy
sometimes was, there was enough of an eruption for Sandy to
feel proud of her achievement.
Even after her body had stopped shaking and her pulse rate
slowed closer to normal,
Jasmine continued to slowly slide her now saturated pussy up
and down across Sandy's face.
She instructed her to lick her clean, a task the older woman
seen to greatly enjoy.
Sliding her body down so that it was now parallel to Sandy's
own, Jasmine took both her
large breasts in her hands and began to play with them. She
rubbed her fingers across the large
pencil eraser sized nipples and signed with satisfaction at he
pleasure the act released.
"You did pretty good with that tongue, lets give you something
else to try it on." She said
as she lowered her breasts to where Sandy could reach them.
Sandy wasted no time and immediately took as much of the
closest nipple into her
mouth as she could. Like a babe nursing at her mother's tit,
she suckled the nipple sending a
pleasing, almost electric feeling through the entire breast.
Then she shifted her attention to the
second breast, wishing her hands were free that she could play
with them as well.
Enjoying the attention her neophyte lesbian lover was
lavishing on her breasts, Jasmine
again shifted her body. Both to give Sandy easier access to her
prodigious mounds and to let her
still inchy pussy rest against her lover's.
Trying to keep her breasts easily accessible, Jasmine began to
rotate her pelvic region,
pressing her own clitoris up against Sandy's. Both woman
quickly felt the added stimulation and
Sandy joined the effort. Despite their race to yet another
climax, Sandy was unwilling to
relinquish her newfound oral fixation, and as their movements
began to increase in intensity,
Jasmine had to help keep her nipples in reach of the blonde's
mouth.
Soon their gyrations had become so erratic that keeping breast
contact was impossible
and Sandy had to reluctantly give up. In return she was
treated to her third orgasm of the night,
abet a rather little one but better a little one than none at
all.
Jasmine on the other hand had failed to reach a climax, her
own clit needing more
stimulation than
simple rubbing could provide. Sliding off the bed, she smiled
at the tired woman stretched out
there.
"Had enough yet, cunt?" She leered with a evil grin, still
maintaining character.
"Yes..." Was Sandy's fatigued reply.
"Well that's just too bad," Jasmine responded, taking note
that she had failed to use the
code words. "Cause I've got one more surprise for you, and I
think you're going to love it."
Sandy was caught off guard by Jasmine's statement, then she
remembered the code
words that she was supposed to use. She opened her mouth to
say them, but no sound came
out. Part of her didn't want it to end. That part of her was
all too curious about what could be
coming next.
"Well even if you don't love it," Jasmine continued. "It
really doesn't mean shit, cause I
know that I'm going to love it!"
With that she disappeared for a few minutes into a connecting
bathroom. When she
reappeared a few minutes later, she was holding a towel
obscuring the view of her body from the
waist down. Stepping up to the bed, she stood where Sandy
could get a good view and then
dropped the towel.
"Oh God!" Sandy exclaimed.
Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh colored
dildo. It was almost twice
as big as the vibrator Sandy had lost last month. She had seen
pictures of things like that but
had never seen one for real. It was like a rubber cock, right
down to the fake veins on its sides
and the large balls hanging beneath it.
"You said it'd been a long time since you had been really
fucked," Jasmine said as she
lifted the cock in her hand and climbed onto the bed. "What
kind of hostess would I be if I let you go home without taking
care of that need?"
Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz cock
at the entrance to Sandy's
still damp pussy. She pressed the cockhead up against the
moist lips, parting them slightly.
"Relax, this isn't going to hurt........" Jasmines said as
she eased her toy in slightly and
then withdrew it, lubing it up as she did. ".......much." She
then sinfully added.
A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that she
had enough lubricant on
the rubber. Then with a firm grip on those pale white legs, she
gave her first hard thrust forward,
sending four inches up inside her woman. Sliding it back she
repeated the exercise, this time
watching six inches disappear between Sandy's cunt lips.
Another stroke and she would be able
to take it all.
Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt herself
being penetrated. Her hand
maintained a tight grip on the straps that held her into place.
It was more than she'd ever taken
before, but she knew from experience than even though it hurt
now, it would soon get better.
She could end it all with a word, but that option no longer
even occurred to her.
By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to pleasure as
Jasmine began to really
get into a rhythm. Sandy was now actively thrusting her body
to meet each incoming lunge. It
now felt so good that she couldn't remember the last time a man
had fucked her like this. The
only think that could make it better was that if it could be
made of flesh and blood instead of
rubber. By now, Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the
intensity of her efforts as she got
more and more into the fantasy of being a man taking care of
"his" woman.
"Untie me!" Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!"
Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the quick
release on the left cuff.
The right one followed a moment later. Her hands now free,
Sandy grabbed Jasmine's ass and
added her own strength to her thrusts. Pulling her deep inside
her as she would a man, it was
easy for her to also forget that it wasn't really a man atop
her.
"Fuck me baby!" Sandy cried out as she felt electric surges
rushing up and down her
body. "Fill me up, give it to me!"
Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air
conditioning. Both woman knew
that this would be the best yet, and at the same time they both
knew that after it they be too
wasted to do anymore. Because of that, they almost didn't want
to reach the summit.
Ann Douglas
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