Mississippi Riverboat circa 1851

[citore]

He walked to the stearn of the great riverboat and stood in the mist generated by the massive paddlewheels, the cool night air and the mist refreshed him, bringing him back down to earth. Was this really happening to him, thoughts churning like the river in the wake of the paddlwheels.

Adam made his way back towards Amanda's cabin, imagining the soft paradise that must surely lie and the head of the legs he had just felt, lifting his fingers to his nose, he breathed in the aroma left behind. It called to him through some primal means and he new the time was right .....

 

[ranajja]

Amanda walked into her cabin and was pleased to see her order of champagne, waiting for the night's fun. She felt the bottle--mmm, it was nicely chilled. She must remember to personally thank that handsome Duke Orsino for the idea....

She removed her hat, her gloves, and lit several small candles positioned strategically around the room. She always packed lots of candles when she travelled--she loved to have light enough to watch...everything...

The room was nicely decorated, and she was also pleased to see the extra pillows strewn about the bed...plush and inviting...

Amanda heard the discreet knock, then heard the door slowly open...a soft smile gently curved her pink, moist lips...

And now for the lovely boy toy that was going to pleasure her for the evening...

 

[citore]

As Adam stepped slowly into the dimly lit cabin, the fragrance of wildflowers filled his senses.

In the shadows sat the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and tonight, she had plans to take him, all of him. Adam was not aware that the level of pleasure he would experience tonight even existed.

As he enter deeper into her lair, he stumbled in the dark, stumbled on her shoes and his imagination raced away again -- what else had she removed - - what had she left on???

 

[ranajja]

When the eyes of a cajun woman hits you like a storm...

She turned to Adam, the fingers of one hand playing absently across the tops of her breasts, slowly stroking...

She watched him watch her, saw him gaze at her breasts hungrily...

She said, "Open the champagne, Adam, will you?"

As Adam fumbled with the champagne bottle, she turned away from him again, still smiling, and unbuttoned the bodice of her dress. She slowly pushed the dress from her shoulders, exposing soft creamy skin. The dress fell to her feet, and she stood before him in her corset, and yards of petticoats...

 

[citore]

Yards and yards of petticoats ..... Adams mind left the current surroundings, transported back to Kentucky. Petticoats being hung to dry on wash day, Mrs. Ames and her petticoats.

Adam had over heard is mother and her tea club friends complaining vehemently about the fact that Mrs. Ames always insisted on washing her own undergarments, not allowing the
slave help to touch her "delicate feminine underclothes". The days he had walked the extra distance to allow himself the chance to see her hanging the sexy garments, to see her hands in a tangled mire with the lacy garments. The nights he'd Laid in his bed and pulled on his cock, dreaming of Mrs. Ames in her fancy clothes.

This was better, much better, Amanda was no dream, no Mrs. Ames either. Adam and Mrs. Ames had exchanged sexually charged banter since she'd figured out his was day routine. But this was no banter, this was real, this was going to really happen.

Fumbling with the Champagne, Adam watched as she turned her back to him, Unable to see her hands and exactly what they were doing, imagining her loosening her bodice, imagining her delicate hands flipping the small buttons through tiny silken loops. Then her hands came into his view as they slowly pushed the dress off her shoulders, baring them for him to become lost in. The hold her body had on the dress was lost and it fell to the floor at her feet, the Champagne cork finally was worked from the bottle ..... POP ..... The Champagne flowed the bottle and Adam scurried about to find the glasses.

Amanda giggled at the exuberance of youth, the excitement of the moment ..... Adam, you must get this Champagne that you have spewed out off of me young man .....

 

[ranajja]

Adam’s embarrassment and mischievous grin were intolerably tempting. She wanted him, and briefly thought of her hands holding his head of dark curls between her legs….oh, yes, she wanted all of him...

Laughing, she turned to him, moving closer. Her tightly laced corset barely contained her breasts, and the very edge of her rosy pink areolae could be seen peeking over the top. Her creamy skin was covered with a fine spray of champagne.

She took the bottle from him, saying, “Here, let me pour you a drink.” Smiling playfully, she poured champagne over her chest, gasping as the chilled liquid ran between her breasts, ran over her nipples….

 

[citore]

As his gaze crossed her body he noticed her corset, the top of it, where her fingers played moments earlier. “May I ....” he began. “Yes .....” she interrupted, “please.” he allowed his eyes to travel to her right nipple, or at least the pink aerolae of the right breast. Her nipple still hidden, he imagines the tautness of the rose bud and long to see it, feel it.

She gently takes his hand and directs it to the object of his gaze. As his fingers trail over the tops her breast along the top of her corset, he can feel a gently rise in the aerolae, as it has swollen to match her nipples. his other hand needed no guidance. It follows the first, left breast, creamy skin, as soft as he’d imagined.

[Edited by citore on 09-03-2000 at 11:27 PM]

 

[ranajja]

Amanda is delighted by the mix of desire and curiosity and awe that flickers over Adam's face. His fingers trip lightly over the tops of her breasts, sending fiery tingles to the points of her nipples, to the tenseness between her legs...she presses her thighs together, wishing he would rip the corset off of her, would take her nipples into his mouth...

Her breaths are shallower, quicker. Gently, she guides his hands to the ties of her corset, undoing the first tie...

 

[citore]

Adams hands met in the cleft, in the center and immediately reversed their motion, going back, back to her hot, pink buds. His touch slowed as he once again crossed her aerolae, tenderly feeling each of them, softly crossing the semicircle of exposed pinkness. His fingers continued on past the centers of her breast, slowly, under her arms his fingers crept.

Amanda stepped closer to him as his hands slid around her back, pressing her breast against his tight young chest, the feel hardened her nipples anew. She guides his hands back to the ties, he undoes the first awkwardly. “Let me turn around, it’ll be a little easier.” Amanda instructed. She turned in his arms, he didn’t have time to react, she spun her back towards him and leaned back into him. Putting his hands into the position of being cupped under each orb.

 

[ranajja]

Amanda gasped as his strong young hands cupped her breasts. They stood there, her back to him, barely daring to breathe. Then Amanda's knees went weak as she felt his thumbs begin a slow circle, and push the top of her corset down just enough to expose her nipples, then continue to caress her, bringing her rosy tips to hardening points...

 

[citore]

She leaned back into him exposing her neck and ears to his breath, he noticed the goose flesh and nipples through the cotton corset. His hands glided slowly up ..... up ..... palms flat,light, taking each nipple, gradually underneath, the waves reach her loins and she pressed her ass against his hardness. He felt her knees weaken as his thumbs begin a slow circle, and push the top of her corset down just enough to expose her nipples, then continue to caress her, bringing her rosy tips to hardening points...

Amanda righted herself, admonishing Adam to get back at the task at hand, unlacing her corset.

The second tie was easier, simply due to ease of access. Her newly exposed skin drew his attention, he leand down and lightly brushed his lips to her soft skin, once more another tie came free and once more he leaned to replace the tie with his gentle lips.

 

[ranajja]

Amanda sighed in pleasure as she felt Adam unlace her corset, felt him kiss her as more of her soft skin was exposed to him. Her nipples were stiff little points, aching to be kissed, teased, licked...

She felt corset begin to fall as Adam finished with the last tie.

Quickly, she caught it and held it in front of her, once again covering her breasts. Smiling, teasingly, she moved away from Adam, stealing a kiss from those delectable lips as she did so. She ducked behind an elaborately painted screen, and quickly dropped the corset, wriggled out of her petticoats, and wrapped a silky, slinky robe around her curvy figure.

Knowing the robe clung to every curve and left precious little to the imagination, Amanda moved past Adam to the bed. She sat slowly on the bed, then leaned back on one arm, smiled wickedly and said,

"Mr. Wainwright, kindly remove your clothes..."

 

[citore]

While standing, Adam stood first on one foot then the other, to remove his boots. Boots and socks aside, Adam began the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Button by button he slowly, methodically undid each one. Pausing after the fourth to gently move the shirt fabric aside to expose his hard nipples, taking each between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He rolled them slowly, tenderly at first, but that simply annoyed him, he wanted it harder. Now beginning to pinch them, lightly, progressively increasing the pressure. Finally, pinching them tight and pulling them out, away from his chest, his knees cracked under the pressure and he rocked, having to grab the tall spindle of her bed for support.

Amanda giggled at the enthusiasm, the exuberance of the young man. Wanting to make it more difficult on him rather than easier, she shifted her weight and now rested on both elbows, not bothering to keep herself fully covered, she was exposed, but the lighting kept her in the shadows mostly.

Regaining his composure now, Adam finished his buttons and let the shirt fly across to the screen where Amanda’s corset rested.

His belt unbuckled with ease and each end dropped down parallel to his thighs, the sight was appealing to Amanda, she reached and took an end in each hand.

 

[ranajja]

Taking his belt in her hands, she slipped it free from his pants, holding the long leather strap lightly in her hands, toying with it, smiling a small, wicked smile...

As his pants dropped to the floor, she playfully slapped his buttocks with the belt, causing him to jump and look at her in surprise.

Her eyes raked over him. He was exquisitely built, broad chest, strong arms, tapered waist, delicious ass that molded into perfectly formed legs. She licked her lips hungrily as her gaze deliberately went to his feet...and slowly travelled upwards.

Her silken robe felt delicious on her skin, and she absently drew her fingers over one breast, feeling her own hardening nipples.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Your undergarments, Mr. Wainwright. Remove everything...now, but slowly..."

 

[DriveSouth]

OOC:
For all who care (mom & dad), from now on all post will come from my NEW and IMPROVED user name!

IC:
He stood there in his underpants, the outsides of his knees brushing slightly against the insides of her knees. Her exposed breast was perfect to him, the pink nipple pointed upwards and the motion of her fingers across it made it and his already stiff tool harden.

She grinned up at him and requested that he remove the underpants, slowly.

Adam’s hands rested near his hips. He deliberately traced up his muscled torso, to his underarms. Down again to his waistband - sliding the index finger of each hand just under the cotton drawstring waist. Underneath the waistband he purposely moved to the front of the garment and back now to the sides. Turning 180 degrees he presented her the most delicious view of his tight ass and tapered body.

Index fingers inside the waistband, pulling, tugging, wriggling out of the pants, he revealed his ass to her. First the upper portion of his buttocks came into view. “What a lovely vision.” she growled to him.

She wanted to reach out and grab handfuls of his ass as more and more of it was unveiled, as he hand done to her thigh earlier, on the promenade deck. But her experience in such matters told her to wait on the young man, wait for him to complete the assignment she had laid out for him, undressing.

 

[dansemajik]

Kate was loving the feel of him in her mouth. Cody filled her up so well. His movements slowed. He looked long and hard at her and then turned her over onto her stomach.

She couldn't help but smile, knowing she was going to get the royal treatment when it came to that huge dick of his.
She raised her hips just a little bit, loving the feel of his hot flesh against her thighs. She put her head back and searched for his lips. He kissed her, and then she waited for the majik

OOC: I am back. Had a great weekend, hope yours was good too. Danse.

 

[Talon]

OOC: I had a good weekend...but too short

IC: He grins at her, reaching around to grip her Breasts again, tweaking her nipples. He began to slowly push his hips forward, the swollen head of his cock slowly prying her open. He grunts as he pushes farther into her, her skin stretched wide around his manhood.
He grunt as he continued to push in, feeling the warmth and tightness of her insides. He kept slowly pushing...teasing her. He cock moved inside her with an aching slowness as it filled her, and then some. As he stopped pushing, his balls came to rest at the back of her thighs, and his pubic hair tickled her ass...He leaned down, nibbleing on her ear. "You like that...?"

 

[DriveSouth]

Learnin' The Ropes

Amanda was an ass woman .....

Always had been .....

And what a nice one she now saw. As Adam’s underpants fell to his ankles to uncover his white, free from exposure to sunlight, body tensed as his exposure rang home to him. Never before, not before a real woman, one who wanted him. His ass followed his body in spasm, giving glimpse of the flexing muscles of his ass.

She spoke in a whisper this time, Turn around young one.”

His hard dick stood, as a soldier called to attention, at the sound of voice, the thought of her seeing him.

As he turned slowly toward Amanda, she first saw silhouette, pointing upwards, it was throbbing, she could tell, it seemed to “reach”, she recognized that reaction. “All the way. she continued.

Closing his eyes in the darkened cabin seemed the right thing to do as he turned to face her full on.

Amanda now sat up on the bed as he faced her, a better look, a better view. “Nice.” she purred as she looked him over, he was hard, like only a young one could be. A deep blue vein ran the length of his shaft, from the base down somewhere in his hair to the tip, just below the head. She especially liked running her tongue the length of the vein. Near the tip the vein disappeared into the head, or the head mushroomed over the vein. Either way, there it was, the head, the part she favored, the part that she always felt first, the part that always parted her. The part she liked to tease with her tongue tip, trace, flick .....

It throbbed as Adam had never felt, never imagined .....

 

[ranajja]

Amanda was very, very pleased with Adam.

Very pleased.

He was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she had in mind for the night's fun.

She enjoyed watching him remove his clothes for her, enjoying this beautiful young man with a body like a greek god...

She slowly reached for his throbbing manhood. She smiled at Adam's sharp intake of breath as she gently touched him with the tips of her fingers, travelling from the base slowly down the length of his shaft, caressing the bulging vein, down to her favourite part, his exquisite head. Adam shivered in pleasure as she gently stroked him. The heat between her legs was growing, intensifying, and she could feel the sweet moistness. She imagined what he would feel like, to have his hard, raging tool sliding in and out of her...

She couldn't resist any longer, she just had to taste him, to caress his entire length with her mouth, her tongue. She tenderly cupped his balls with one hand, slipped her other hand around him to gently squeeze his buttocks. Her robe hung slightly open, giving Adam a wonderful view of her cleavage. She opened her mouth, her sweet rosy lips moist and inviting, and slowly took him into her mouth...

 

[DriveSouth]

Adam claimed his one sexual conquest with pride. At least he always had. Proud to be able to stand up to peers an state with dignity, “I have had sex, I ain’t no virgin!” He could remember thinking, “I had my dick all the way in, even came.”

Adam realized the fact, maybe more virgin than not .....

His buttocks tensed and he gasped as her fingertips gently touched him. From the base she followed the pulsing blue vein, caressing, feeling, controlling. As she ran her fingertip around the head of his stiff phallus a sensation he’d not know rose up, deep inside him.

Adam watched her, her every move. He was struck with the apparent understanding, “good ole know how” his stable boy called it, of the job she had undertaken. Adam’s eyes followed her as she sat up, closer to him, finally giving him full view of her glorious globes, each crowned with it’s own pink rose colored nipple that stood all pointy facing him.

He could see it coming, but he still could not believe his eyes. She leaned closer to his ever hardening manhood, the cool of her breath against him as she cupped his balls in her delicate hand ..... She was going to put it in her mouth, his eyes widened as his dick parted her lips, as teeth played along the surface, it ached, it arched to meet her touch, her tongue.

Her hand full of his ass was pulling him into paradise, ecstasy ..... His knees quivered, making him quake, Adam had to hold the bed once more for support, to keep his feet.

 

[DriveSouth]

His head was a whirl of sensations, the sharpness of her nails gouging into his clinched ass. The delicacy of her fingers holding his balls. The warmth, unbearable warmth of her mouth, engulfing his shaft. The coolness of the night air striking the exposed, wet staff as she gradually withdrew him.

He was tittering on the edge, on the precipice of a great gorge, as he looked into her eyes, she began the process anew, slowly, taking him, taking him in. The hunger in her eyes knew him ..... he was to know her hunger.

Like she’d been without for an ages, she devoured him. The look of surrender he now exhibited caused a stir deep in her. She wanted to feel him lose the last vestiges of control he held. She wanted him to feel the abandon of letting go, the helplessness of needing her, needing his manhood in her mouth.

His hands released the bed post, moving to grasp the back of her head as she slid him into the opening of her mouth. Grasping, tangling his hands in her hair to help him balance, keep the rhythm. She abruptly removed them, telling him instead to let them hang free, down by his sides, don’t hold onto anything.

Again he quivered and quaked as she made love to his steely rod with luxurious mouth. He was beginning to fall, being pushed over the edge of the precipice. As his eyes closed, his thoughts turned to Amanda, back to the woman consuming his manhood, the thought pushed him closer, closer .....

 

[ranajja]

She took his manhood into her mouth, playing up and down his long shaft with her tongue, lightly with her teeth. Oh, how she was enjoying him…the feel of him, all of him...in her mouth...

Her moist lips moved up and down along his glorious rod, smoothly, methodically, bringing him closer and closer…

Her fingers firmly held his delectable ass, feeling his muscles rippling as his hips ground into her. With each stroke she took more and more of him into her mouth, sucking, rolling around with her tongue, but always wanting more, pushing closer to the root, to the base of his shaft. She loved how he felt inside her mouth, against her tongue, how he tasted, how he smelled...

She initially hadn’t intended to take him over the brink so soon, but watching him, hands loose at his sides, nipples erect, buttocks tight, giving himself to her...she wanted him, wanted to feel him fill her mouth, as she wanted him to later fill her hot need between her legs...

As she watched, Adam's breathing began to quicken, become more shallow, and he moaned low in his throat. Amanda smiled, thinking this was just the first...of many...

 

[DriveSouth]

It’s head waters were deep inside him, down near the base, the core of his manhood, it welled up slowly, barely noticeable at first ..... that seemed long ago now.

He entertained thoughts of restraining himself, briefly, ever so briefly. Now his thoughts turned to her, picture of womanhood, sitting on the edge of the bed, controlling him, his manhood with her mouth, her tongue, her teeth, her breath ..... he hoped she was prepared.

What a silly notion, her not prepared ..... the model of preparation he thought.

Torrents, flowing, streaming, rushing. The flow,undeniable, unstoppable had begun.

Like reaching to take a delicate flower from a vase, he reached for her head, entwining his fingers in her hair, he stammered, “M ..... M ..... Mrs. .....”. Making brief eye contact, he stopped trying to speak, seeing in her eyes permission to continue, permission to end .....

 

[ranajja]

How does a cajun woman hold her likker?

Amanda wanted him, to drink him dry, and knew just what to do to get him right...there...

A touch here, a gently lick there, a nip of teeth, cradling his sweet, soft balls gently in her hand, the other hand firmly around his thigh. Slowly, methodically, deliberately she increased the pace, increased the pressure, fingering him there, scratching, faster, licking, coaxing, seducing, ravishing, devouring him..until he’s over the precipice, Adam’s body is quaking, gentle spasms overtaking him…and Amanda sucks him dry...

Amanda always felt immense satisfaction in making a man lose control...and to have one so young, so...malleable...

Amanda often felt she should have been a teacher, because she always liked to teach each of her conquests something new about sex, and in return, wanted to learn something new. Adam has been no disappointment thus far, but if she had to guess, Adam has had precious little experience in sex with other senses, other orifices...sense of taste, sense of smell...

She watched, amused, as Adam shuddered, smiled, and sunk weakly to the floor. Amanda said nothing, but simply waited. If he crawled onto the bed and collapsed into slumber, she would have him removed while she went back out to look for another...conquest...

Ah, ha...though he was still breathing heavily, Amanda was delighted to feel Adam’s hands moving slowly, lightly against her smooth calves. Oh, she shivered with delight at the damp sweet kisses he was planting upon her shapely knees.

She reached down with both hands, running her fingers through his hair. Adam put his head on her knees and wrapped his arms around her legs, as if he wanted more, but wasn’t sure how to ask, and unwilling to take...how endearing, she thought, and she raked her fingers through his hair, clean and sweet smelling.

Holding his head firmly with both hands, right by his ears, she leaned over and kissed him, gently on the lips, lightly nibbling his bottom lip. Then she sat up, releasing the handfuls of thick, dark hair. She placed a hand on top of each knee and slowly spread her legs for him. She could smell her own warm, musky scent, and wanted to see how he reacted to this assault on his olfactory senses. From her knees, she slowly raked her hands along the insides of her smooth thighs, watching him watching her. His eyes were riveted to her fingers, following them up...up...

She smiled as she saw his eyes widen, knowing what it was he saw, what it was that made his eyes then narrow with desire. Oh, yes, she wanted to know what this gorgeous young thing was capable of...

Slowly, deliberately, she brought her fingers to her sweet spot nestled nicely between her legs. She knew it was sweet as honey, with honey colored hair, soft and wavy. She closed her eyes and groaned softly as she gently touched herself…feeling her delicious hot spot...

She opened her eyes at his quick intake of breath, watched as he parted his lips. She offered her fingers to him...

Hungrily, he licked at her fingers...and she smiled...



[Edited by ranajja on 09-06-2000 at 10:32 PM]

 

[DriveSouth]

Taste Your Strawberries

“Stories, that’s all, just stories.” his older brother had proclaimed at the mention of a man actually licking pussy. He claimed no man in his right mind would come face to face with a woman’s pussy. What’s more everyone else had agreed, Adam included. It was just not proper.

But there it was, in all it’s glory. Fat, puffy lips, swollen with desire, moist, covered with soft wisps of hair. A tiny peek of her inner lips, darker, pinker, glistened with Amanda’s wetness. He wanted to immediately lean forward and kiss her, right here, on these lips.

Before he could move, as if she’d sensed it, she began trailing her fingers down her thighs to her velvety warmness. She playfully, hypnotically, fingered her mound, mound of pleasure. Pulling at her own hair, gently tugging on the folds of skin, her lips. Glistening with secretions now, she had his attention, dipping her elegant fingers in, just deep enough to feel her flex around her own fingers.

The sweet nectar collected on her fingers was visible from Adam’s vantage. It was clear too, that she intended for him to lick her fingers, sample her taste. As she withdrew her slick, sticky fingers, and began to raise them to his mouth, he leaned forward to meet them.

Leaning down into the valley of her legs, breathing in her aroma, her musk, he wanted to taste. He pressed her gentle hands back, coming closer and closer to her warm, wet, pool of desire. Sucking her fingers, consuming the sweet dew drops that had been there. Running his tongue along her fingers, between her fingers, gathering it all, all of the
precious liquid.

She wanted him to devour her this time, her delicate orchid, her steaming flower.

She calmed, regained her composure, and took him by the hair, a hand to each side of his head. Calming him now, she asked, “Ever done this before young one?”

Replying candidly, “No” he whispered into her.

“You’ll learn from an expert tonight young man ..... “