MilkFountain
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He Lit Lovers,
Let's keep this thread going. It's been the hottest for years and will continue to be if everyone contributes. You will not believe how many times my wife and I came reading everyone's fantasies. We also met quite a few very nice and hot people who read the messages.
Right! One of my fondest memories is of a time when I lived alone in a mountain cabin in the Canadian province of British Columbia. I'd invited a young couple to dinner. I was 35, they in their mid-twenties. The French stew I'd prepared, Boeuf Bourguignonne, the fire roaring against the bitter cold outside, and a second bottle of a good Malbec wine, brought us all cozily together in the hot, flickering-dark before the fireplace.
We were sitting on a thick rug over the wood floor. The wife, Suzy, began rubbing her neck and one shoulder while we listened to her
husband, Michael, reminding us of one of the best ski runs of our day. I offered to loosen up Suzy's back, neck and shoulders. They knew I had worked on a so-called "love boat" as a masseur.
At first she sat between my legs, facing away from me. I was on my knees, sitting on my heels behind her. The heat and press of her hips against the inside of my thighs immediatley gave me a raging hard-on. After a couple of minutes, as I was pressing my thumbs up the length of her neck muscles, she settled her back against my chest, wriggling her bottom in close against me. Michael was watching us, a wine-softened smile on his face. I ran my hands down along Suzy's arms to the elbows, my thumbs unavoidably pressing into the sides of her breasts. I did that several times, until she shivered and lay her head back over one of my shoulders, her hair and the side of her face against my neck.
I asked if she'd like to lie face down on the rug, so I could do a better job on her neck. As if I'd given her an order, she instantly rose to kneel, facing me, and asked if she hadn't better take off her turtleneck pullover. I said sure, and then, looking over to check with Michael, asked her, if she would like me to use a good massage oil. Michael, still half-smiling, nodded assent, and when I looked back to his wife, she gave me a smile that warmed me as much as the wine and the fire.
Kneeling and facing me, she crossed her arms, clutching the hem of her shirt in both hands and, raising her elbows high, pulled the soft material off over her head.
She wore no bra. Her full breasts fell free of the shirt, juddered once, and then swayed as she lay back, face up away from me--so that I was left kneeling between her ankles, looking up the length of her body, over the mound where her thighs joined, and up over the firelit, high swells of her breasts. Her nipples were bright pink. Michael, fascinated, looked on. His eyes, despite the wine, were wide and bright in the intense glare of the fire and his skin glittering with sweat rising in the ovenlike heat emanating in waves from the fire.
I quickly got up, found the massage oil on the dresser top of my one-room cabin, and knelt again between Suzy's legs. Holding her with both my hands under her knees, I pulled her body close on mine. Her bottom was resting on my knees, her cunt open only ten inches brom my belly. Instinctively, I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs, around her hips, my fingers rounding under her bottom, still holding her close. And then I slid my fingers up into the sweet firmness of her waist. I hesitated, but then undid the little buckle of her ski stretch pants, and pulled the silky-gum fabric down, lifting her bottom and pulling the over her hips. She lifted her legs high overhead, until I could easily pull the pants all the way off her ankles and feet.
Her panties came off with the stretch pants. Suzy's eyes, like her husband's were wide, watching my hands. I could smell her. Lookin down, I saw the her juices glittering in the firelight.
I applied the oil liberally, spreading it up her thighs and over her belly and breasts. I put the bottle down, wondering how far they hoped I would go. Her bottom, resting on my knees, was tipped up, so that her cunt was an open cup before me. Michael, scooted around so that he was beside us, watching. I reached out as far over her as I could, and drew my hands up back toward me, over her knees, which were resting on my waist, up over her thighs and around her hips. I slowed at her waist, pulling her further onto the tops of my thighs, until her bottom dragged my cock close against my belly. I continued, pulling through the sensitive muscles of her belly, until my wrists and palms lifted her breasts. Then back down again. Ths time, as I my fingers pressure and pleasure, my hands turn inward, the fingers combing through her pubic hair, over her sex, and then down into the inside of her thighs. The second time, I let the fingers of both my hands come together on the way down. The tips met over her mound of Venus, and dipped into and along the length of her cleft--so that they brushed her asshole before I proceeded down her thighs.
A deep sigh escaped her as I brushed her asshole. Instead of continuing back up her body, as on the first two times, I returned to her cunt.
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