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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 9
Strip Dance
Billy Joe replied with a smile as he went to the door of suite number
one and James left to go back to the party.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Earlier Maryann had walked quickly and thought fast when she went to
the suite to await Billy Joe. What should she wear? That would
depend on how she wanted to play to him. A street slut? A wild
teenager? A shy little girl? No, none of that was right. Maryann
didn't want to be in her new dress, that was for sure. She took it
off, hung it up, and put her shoes and jewelry together into a drawer.
`A woman!' she thought. `That's what Dad said. He needed a woman.
Now, what would a nice, hot woman wear to look sexy?' Maryann mulled
it over as she lit some candles and incense in the living room and
main bedroom. She decided to wear one of her mother's sexy white-on-
white dressing gowns over a brief red silk and lace demi-bra and
matching lacy silk red panties.
When Billy Joe's knock came, she was ready. Sitting on (actually
draped across) one of the small couches, Maryann had on her sexy
lingerie, had brushed out her hair to a fine sheen, had put on a soft
red luster lip gloss, and hid her bare feet under her gown. Soft
music played on the CD player and the candle light bounced around the
room.
"Come in!" Maryann called out to Billy Joe. He didn't hesitate to
turn the handle and enter. He stood inside, eyes adjusting to the
soft light, ears to the music, and nose to the incense. He spotted
Maryann and caught his breath. She, not wanting to freak him into a
memory remission, called sweetly: "Hi again Billy Joe."
She slid up and off the couch and sashayed as sexily as she knew how
over to him. Taking his hands in hers, she looked into his eyes and
said: "So nice of you to come visit me. I'm very please that you and
my Father are such good friends. Aren't you?"
"Ah. . . . I ah. . . . well, yes. It is a good thing; being friends
is very important."
"Would you like a drink Billy Joe? Father has a small bar here; it's
got a lot of good stuff." Maryann led him over and stood looking at
it with him. "Now I only want some juice. I don't drink too often
and I've had enough today. It's over in the little refrigerator," she
told him as he went to fix her a drink. 'Apple juice. That's what I
like. Chilled, sweet to the tongue, and no nasty bubbles to get up my
nose!" she giggled to him.
He poured and they raised their glasses to toast. "Here's to no
bubbles." Billy Joe said. Maryann started to giggle and he joined her
in a mutual good laugh. They went to a couch arm in arm, with their
apple juice. Maryann showed him some leg and let her gown billow out
from her chest, teasing him with her tiny bra, as she sat next to him.
Billy Joe didn't miss the sexy display and calmly awaited her
pleasure. He wasn't so out of it that he didn't remember how a woman
needs to set the pace, make the rules, and choose the time to
surrender to a man's power. `Patience, patience!' he told himself.
It didn't take long for Maryann's hot body begin to steam, making her
remember how fucking horny she was.
"Dear Billy Joe, you are much too much over dressed. You look real
nice in your suit and tie, but. . . ." she deftly removed his tie and
pushed his jacket back so he had to slip out of it. "you'll feel much
more relaxed if we open a few of these shirt buttons and let some air
in and. . . . Oh, my! Just look at all this fine hair!" She gushed as
she found his well developed chest covered with dark hair. She got
all the buttons undone and pushed the shirt open with her hands,
feeling the hair.
"My, my, my! Mr. Billy Joe. You sure have some pretty hair," she told
him as she ran her hands all over his muscled, hairy chest. "It's so
rugged but so soft. You've got all these hard muscles under this
carpet of soft, smooth, hair. It's so nice!" She sat on his lap and
lowered her head to nuzzle his chest, rubbing her face in his hair,
feeling his heat; smelling his sexy manliness. Her clit throbbed and
her pussy leaked. Her nipples hardened, making her tits ache for
attention.
Billy Joe wasn't a rocket scientist, but now he only needed to be a
man. Maryann's smell, her sexy cooing, and the heat of her body on
his lap, made his cock stiffen in his pants. `Patience, patience,' he
calmed himself. Instead of picking her up and taking her into bed, he
waited for her signal. Without thinking about it, his hands began to
stroke her golden hair as she moved her head around his chest.
Suddenly a bolt of pure pleasure shot thru him when Maryann found his
nipple. Her mind was getting overcome with sex and it was only
natural that her tongue should lave and tease his tit, as she knew he
would do to hers as soon as she got out of her bra.
`Damn,' Maryann thought. `I've got to get out of these clothes. How
am I going to get fucked when I'm wearing all these damn clothes!' She
decided to back off a little and show Billy Joe some skin! She spread
her legs, pushing her gown apart, lifted her head and kissed him hotly
as she overtly unsnapped the mid-section of the gown. She lifted her
hands to the sides of his head to stroke his hair, as he was doing to
her, and managed to push apart the top of her gown at the same time.
Maryann mashed her big tits, encased in only her demi bra, back and
forth against his hard muscled chest, slick with his layer of soft
chest hair. It felt delicious to her and she moaned into his mouth as
their tongues danced the age old duel of oral lust.
Maryann then realized he couldn't see her body if she kept kissing
him. She slowed the urgency of her tongue and lips and backed off
panting: "You sure know how to kiss Billy Joe. You really turn me
on!" She rolled back a bit and lay her head down onto his chest
again, taking needed deep breaths and wanting to let Billy Joe see her
nearly nude body and heaving chest.
Billy Joe felt his hands free of Maryann's hair and dropped one to
her pantied bottom and one to her chest. Her ass felt super fine thru
the thin silk of her panties. He stroked up her hip and across to
the other and back. He stroked down her warm, soft thigh and back up
on the inside on her thigh, carefully avoiding the place where her
legs joined. He heard her moan and saw little goose bumps appear on
her inner thighs as her legs separated more.
Up above, Billy Joe stroked her upper chest gently, slowly drifting
his hand down toward the tops of her breasts. The red demi-bra only
delicately hid her big boobs. He felt the lace at the edges and eyed
the stiff nipples pointing thru the silk of her bra. He slipped his
hand under her tits and began the same slow caress there. He could
hear Maryann's ragged breathing and knew that she was loosing control.
But he would continue to just stroke her, play with her body. He was
waiting for her signal; he hoped she knew to give him a sign. `Don't
all women know how to give signs?' he wondered. `I hope this one
isn't too young?"
Maryann was definitely feeling some signs, not wondering about giving
them. Her Dad said not to rush him, but if he teased his fingers over
to her clit, she knew she'd cum hard! He was driving her crazy, playing
around her tits. Just how long did he need before she wasn't
`rushing' him? Her head lay back on his chest, lolling around. She
was as sexed up as she'd ever been, without being touched sexually.
Only a little touch would explode her sex bomb; she was on fire
inside. `Oh Billy Joe, you're driving me crazy,' she thought. `Only
one little touch! Come on Billy Joe!' she chanted in her mind.
Billy Joe was starting to sweat. God bless America and God bless
America's women. This hot, sexy woman in his arms was the most
beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Long slim legs, hot sensual hips,
flat tummy beaded with sweat, fat pointy tits, he wished he could
unwrap this package of joy! He was all hers; just as soon as she
gave him a signal. He was more excited then he could ever imagine;
his cock was rock hard, ready to pleasure her and make her see the
stars!
Maryann slid her head about on his muscled chest on the wonderful coat
of soft hair. She'd slipped into a special sexy dream place she
loved; waves of lust moved up and down thru her body from the spots
where he stroked her. Her legs. Her ass. Her hips, Her belly, Her
chest. Her tits outside of her bra. She was floating, sliding thru a
sexual haze. Her head movements were lazy, feeling him against her
cheek. She lazily felt his soft hair over his hard muscles. So nice.
So sweet. So deliriously sexy.
Suddenly she felt his tit again against her cheek and automatically
her mouth attached to it. She licked and sucked. Sucked and licked.
Frantically she whipped his erect nipple with her tongue while she
sucked. She mouthed it, slobbered over it, and lashed at it again and
again.
The effect was a jolt of sexual fire that shot to Billy Joe's cock.
His prick pulsed, throbbed, and swelled even harder than it had been.
He'd been in a haze too, keeping himself calm, drifting along,
stroking the gorgeous body of the woman in his arms. He was hoping
for a signal soon, he was more than ready for some serious fucking and
sucking. But when she got his nipple between her lips and slapped it
back and forth, his mind stopped and his libido took over without a
thought of a `signal' or a `sign'.
His hands grabbed her tit and her crotch at the same time. Maryann's
head shot up and she cried out in joy as she came hard; sparks
shooting up and down between her mauled boob and squeezed clit. Her
hips snapped up and down, trying to get more stimulus to her clit.
He wondered at her reaction and moved his fingers to caress her pussy
as the heel of his palm ground against her clit thru her panties.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Maryann moaned, seeking his mouth to kiss.
Feeling her stiff nipple in his hand, he moved his fingers to it. He
felt it and teased it, tweaking it within her silk bra.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Maryann cried, pushing her chest into his
caressing fingers. She kissed him with her hot open mouth, tonguing
his mouth wildly. "My tits! My tits! Oh, SWEET JESUS! Play with my
tits! PLAY WITH MY TITS!"
They kissed and Billy Joe, not too far gone to deny a beautiful woman
her request, pulled down the demi bra and teased her hot flesh by
making circles around the boob, avoiding again the nipple. He
released her crotch and used his other hand to caress the other
breast. Around and around his hands moved, stroking and feeling her
hot tit flesh. The kisses got wild, Maryann moving off his lips to
kiss his face, chin, nose, neck, and earlobe. His teasing fingers
were again driving her crazy; her diamond hard nipples ached for his
caress, needed his caress. She finally demanded of him: "My nipples!
They ache for you. Play with my nipples!"
Billy Joe decided to move a little a faster and told her "No!"
Maryann, backing off and looking him in the eyes, said hotly, "No?
What do you mean: No? Don't you want to play with my nipples?"
Billy Joe didn't want to take it slow anymore; he wanted move things
along more quickly. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her
back to the end of the couch and told her: "I don't want to play with
your nipples. I want to SUCK THEM!"
With that, he pushed her down against the cushions and bent to her
nipples. She cooed happily and unhooked her bra, giving him all the
room he needed. She also worked the gown off her arms, leaving her
naked except for her brief red panties.
Billy Joe had learned about tits at an early age; his early
`conquests' were mainly breast loving. He'd honed his boob loving
skills and his late wife had loved to have him spend hours worshiping
her breasts. Now, he automatically slipped into his tit loving mode,
making Maryann whimper with lust and cry in joy at his skill. He
again went around and around, this time with his tongue. First one
fabulous tit, then the other. Back and forth, teasing and nibbling on
the sex-charged flesh. Around and around he went, never getting close
to her nipples.
"Oh Billy Joe, that's so nice! Ah, yes, there! There! Oh yes. . . .
so nice! Your mouth is so good! And your tongue! It feels so nice!"
Maryann praised him.
Finally Maryann grabbed his head and steered it to a nipple. "Suck
it! Dammit Billy Joe, suck my nipple! Ah. . . . Yes! Yes! Oh Billy
Joe! My nipple! Suck it! Yes, Oh God! Like that! Suck it! Tongue
it! Oh I'M CUMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!"
Her back arched and she held his head to her nipple with a death grip
as she shivered thru her cum. Gradually she relaxed her hold on him
and he lifted her into his arms again for some hot kisses. Panting,
gasping for breath, Maryann could only let him kiss her between deep
breaths.
"That was wonderful!" Maryann finally exclaimed. "I love my tittie
cums!"
Billy Joe stroked her sweat-damp hair and blew gentle cool air at her
nipples. They hadn't gotten soft; they remained sweet-looking conical
points. He looked at the crotch of her panties and saw the large dark
wet spot, a sure sign of her readiness for more sex. He kissed her
again, tasting her soft tongue, and urged her to sit up and move
beside him.
"My sweet, sweet, darling Maryann, sit up here. Let's sip some juice
and let me thank you for letting me feel your body and suck your
fantastic tits! I've never seen such wonderful breasts in my whole
life. Very hot! Very smooth! Very sensitive! You are a wonderful
joy on earth! And those nipples of yours. . . . " he raised his glass
and saluted them. 'Your nipples are a very special treat. But, my
wonderful Maryann, I have a request. Actually a need. I'm feeling
very overdressed and would like to get out of my shirt and shoes. Do
you mind?"
"Oh No! Go right ahead. In fact," she asked sexily thru squinted
eyes, "do you need any help with a button or a snap or a zipper or
anything?"
Billy Joe smiled and replied, "No, why don't you just relax and I'll
get comfy too."
He untied his shoes and slipped out of them. He went to the CD tower,
found one he wanted, and put it into the player. He chose a
particular tract and turned up the volume. The music throbbed and
bumped to an sexy drum beat. Billy Joe waited while he felt the
rhythms and then moved to the center of the room in front of his
woman; he was going to give her a show. He caught his cue and spun
around, ending up squatting, his arms reaching silently to Maryann.
She was sitting up now, watching intently; no man had ever stripped
for her before.
Looking at Maryann's fine tits, that sexy mouth, and super hot body,
Billy Joe wanted to make this his best and sexiest dance. He spun
again, rising with his hands above him, twirling on his socks on the
deep carpet. He lowered his hands and slowed to begin a hip grind as
he pumped his arms with the beat. He pulled his shirt out of his
pants and continued the sexy pelvic hump. He held his shirt down,
flipping it out and around him while he twirled again on his toes.
Slowly, with his back to Maryann, he slid his shirt off his shoulders
while watching her over his shoulder. Still holding the shirt about
him, he spun again, ending up looking at her from between his legs.
Quickly, he slipped out of his shirt and threw it at her as he once
again twirled to end up in a squat, arms out to her in a silent plea
for her enjoyment of his dance.
Maryann was all eyes, full of awe at Billy Joe's marvelous skill at
striping. His shirt landed exactly over her head. She inhaled his
scent and pulled it to her lap, not wanting to miss anything. She
squealed like a little girl and clapped with the beat. She chanted
"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" when he stopped. He raised
an eyebrow and played with his belt, asking if she wanted him to
remove his pants. Maryann was caught up in it all the way: "Yes!
Take it off! Take it all off!"
Billy Joe caught his beat and spun again up to full height, hands over
his head. He danced again, hips snapping and arms pumping sexily.
Slowly his hands went to his belt, then moved away.
Maryann, getting a little too teased, shouted her displeasure: "Boo!
Boo! Take it off! Boo! Take those damn pants off! Boo! Boo!
Boo!"
Billy Joe laughed and danced back and forth in front of her, finally
reaching his belt buckle. He slid out the belt tab and pulled it out
of the buckle. While he turned and spun again, the belt came off and
ended up across his hands, as he squatted with an offering to his
woman.
Maryann giggled and grabbed it, shouting: "Come ON! TAKE IT OFF!
QUIT STALLING!"
Billy Joe danced around some more, moving to the darker part of the
room. She was getting too hot, too horny to put up with this
bullshit: "Hey, get back here! Boo! Boo! Get in the light! Boo!
QUIT STALLING! Boo! Boo!"
Billy Joe was only striping off his socks. He returned and twirled,
throwing his socks at a now laughing Maryann. He danced across in
front of her, and jaunted his hips, and pushed his fat cock out toward
her, then pulled down his pants zipper so his white jockey shorts
poked out a little thru his pants fly.
"Woooooo Weeeeeeeee!" cheered Maryann, anxious to see more. "Take it
off!" she yelled again. "Take it all off baby!" she demanded.
Billy Joe, feeling the sweat he was now dripping, and wanting to save
his energy for the bedroom, danced sexily to her and stopped, unhooked
the waist of his pants, and let them drop to the floor. Then he
whipped them up with a toe and tossed them onto Maryann's head.
"All RIGHT!" she hollered, "All the way now! Let's have the full
montey! TAKE IT OFF!"
With his hands on his hips, Billy Joe danced slow with a lot of pelvic
thrusts, wiggles, and sexy shakes. He pulled the material of his
jockeys tight across his dick and, when he showed her his ass, pulled
the fabric taut over his butt and into his crack. All the while he
slowly urged the underwear down off his waist.
"Oh YEAH! Shake it, but DON'T BREAK IT!" Maryann hooted at him.
Finally, out of breath, energy, and clothes, Billy Joe spun into a
squat, arms out to his lover, silently seeking her approval. They
locked eyes and Maryann knew what she wanted.
"Do it, lover, do it! Drop those drawers! Do it Billy Joe! Do it
now!" she told him.
Billy Joe caught his next dance cue spun up and twirled as his shorts
slowly fell to his feet, ending there as he finished his spin and
dropped into a puddle on the floor next to his shorts. He raised his
head and looked to see Maryann, mouth a gape and eyes wide, astonished
at his dance.
"Billy Joe, you are wonderful! You are the most surprising, exciting,
astounding man I've ever met!" She stood and pulled him up to hold and
kiss him. "I've never, ever, seen anything so sexy, so enchanting,
so. . . . so. . . . wonderful!" She kissed him again and worked her
tits into his chest. Her hand dropped down and found his erection,
hot and sexy in her caressing hand.
"Say there, big guy, this is a pretty nice cock you got here. I bet
your balls are full of cum, just waiting for me to help it get out."
Maryann sagged to her knees, leaning into Billy Joe's cock.
"Mmmmmmmm. This looks good enough to eat! May I, Mr Billy Joe?"
"Oh, Yeah! I mean yes! Of course! Just let me lay back, I'm kind of
tired from the dancing and I. . . ."
Maryann pushed him to the carpet and hushed him: "Now you just be
quiet Billy Joe, it's time I was nice to you. Now spread your legs
and pull up your knees a little, yes! Just like that! You just lay
back and let me know if I miss a spot or if you'd like something
special. I'm going to please you so that you'll never forget it!" She
ran the flat side of her tongue up his cock and licked the tip like an
ice cream cone. "You just keep still and save your energy. I've got
lots and lots of ideas of how you can use it later. First I'm going
to taste you!" With that she plunged down his prick and buried it in
her throat. She swallowed around it a couple of times and lifted off
gently, swirling her tongue around his dick and getting it as wet as
she could. At the top, she kissed and licked her way down to his
balls and tapped them for a bit, being sure they knew that she was
there.
Billy Joe lay still as he was told, but his fists tightened and
relaxed as Maryann did her best to thrill him. She was inspired by
his patience, his teasing of her body, and his dance. She licked up
his dick again, teased his sweet spot right under his cock head, and
then tried to poke her pointy tongue up the hole in the tip. Down
again she plunged, taking him again into her throat for a swallow
massage or two, then slowly back up, using her saliva to lubricate his
cock for the next plunge. Down, up; down, up; down, up. Again and
again. Maryann sucked him. He hadn't the biggest cock she'd sucked,
but it sure tasted good. She didn't have to cram him into her throat,
he just fit nicely so she could swallow down on it lustfully. His
pre-cum drool tasted delicious, making it more pleasure-full for
herself.
She felt his cock pulse and she knew it was time for the `homerun'.
It was her own stupid keyword for making his cum something special.
She kissed and licked her way down the outside of his prick to his
balls. There she poked at his testicles, then `slapped at the balls',
starting the homerun. `Running' her tongue under his balls, she
pushed his thighs back with her shoulders, and licked the hot, dirty
spot behind his balls. Then she moved to his ass hole and rimmed it.
His butt lifted, as was natural, and she'd put her hands under him to
lift and steady his ass for her next assault. Not giving him a chance
to relax, she plunged her tongue as far into his ass as she could,
listening in satisfaction to his whine of joy. She wagged her tongue
around and pumped it in and out, mainly pushing her saliva into him
for lubrication.
Maryann, loving her loving, slid one hand down and into her own pants,
playing in her pussy to get more slick juices on her index finger.
She tapped her clit, getting a small cum, and kept pushing her palm
into her clit to keep the small cums rolling thru her over-sexed body.
She move her mouth off his ass, past his balls, and onto his cock
head, kissing it softly.
"You ready darling? You ready to pump your hot jism into my throat?
Are you ready to cum for me Billy Joe?" She watched him nod, eyes
glazed over with lust.
It was almost too easy. Maryann took him in her throat, swallowed
down a few times, then slowly retreated to the top, lashing at his
sweet spot before dropping down again. He lasted longer than she
thought he would, but after the sixth plunge she began her deep throat
short pump, up and down only a few inches while she continuously
swallowed down on him. He was arching up to her and she knew it was
time to finish him off. She pulled her juiced up finger from her
pussy, lifted it to his ass, and gently pushed it into him. Quickly
she found his prostrate and massaged it softly.
HOLY SHIT!" Billy Joe yelled as his hips snapped up while he pumped
his cum into Maryann's throat.
Loving the feeling of hot man juice in her throat, Maryann moaned her
pleasure. To Billy Joe, this felt like a hum, only heightening his
joy. His hips snapped up again and again, shooting his cum straight
down her throat. After the seventh burst of sperm, Maryann pulled
him out of her throat and let him spurt onto her tongue, while she
teased the sensitive part, right under the cock head, with her tongue.
She lay her head on his belly, enjoying her after-cum goodies and the
taste of his cum. Gently, she felt his hand in her hair, then a soft
knock-knock, like a hello.
"Hey, you!, most marvelous cock sucker I've ever known, do you have
any left to share?"
Maryann's eyes popped open, amazed that she'd found another guy that
wanted to taste his own cum. She pulled herself up to his lips and
they joined in a wet, sloppy kiss, one with lots of tongue. There
wasn't much cum, most of it went straight down her throat, but she
shared what ever she could before she lay back in his arms, cuddling
up to him.
The kiss re-ignited Maryann's lust and she remembered she hadn't got
laid yet. AND, she hadn't fucked HIM either! His taste remained on
her tongue. She snuggled up closer, her mind turning over the
possibilities of more sex with this hunk of a man.
Billy Joe felt the same way. Pussy eating and fucking came natural to
him too. He'd never had a complaint before, then he'd never been with
a sex pot like Maryann either. He wanted more and immediately
realized that it was too damn hard here on the carpet for serious sex.
It was time to move to the bedroom.
Maryann was thinking about sex too. Her mind reeled dreamily about
Billy Joe, his kisses, his hot, teasing hands, his sexy chest with all
that hair, and that fine, hard, fat, long, and soooo delicious cum
spurting cock. He pussy twitched at the thought. She imagined what
it would feel like to have that beautiful dick in her hot cunt,
sliding, banging into her cervix as she rubbed her clit against his
pelvic bone. `God,' she thought, `I really need to get fucked! Or
sucked! Or something!'
Then she snapped out of her dreams as she felt her self rising up off
the floor. `Oh my, he's stronger than an ox!' she realized. He'd
rolled her nearly nude body into his arms and stood up with her,
moving toward the bedroom.
"Come my little jewel, it's time to go to bed!" he told her, lifting
her like a feather.
Maryann, understanding what was happening, threw her arms around his
neck, nuzzled into his chest and neck, and squealed softly: "Oh, Billy
Joe, you're just the sweetest thing!"
As they passed thru the door, Maryann pushed it closed behind them,
then kissed him again as they tumbled into the king size bed. Maryann
wrapped her legs and arms around him as they kissed hotly. The silk
sheets felt wonderful after the coarse fiber of the carpet, plush
though it was. They kept kissing, getting hotter and hotter. Maryann
twisted her chest, rubbing her tits into his sexy hairy chest. The
only thing between them now was her panties.
End Chapter 9
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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