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Subject: {ASSM} Debia Part 1/6 (MF, first, oral, anal, tits)
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 19:10:07 -0400
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This story was written for the enjoyment of adults.  If you are offended by
sex stories, wtf are you here?  Don't read this.



Feedback always appreciated.  psikotick@comcast.net

(And yes, I know, there's some paragraph issues, I wrote this almost 3 or 4
years ago, I haven't started my new stuff yet.)







                As the sun slowly set over the horizon, and since the light
was red and he had the time, Mike looked over at Debia, the sunlight
glinting off her hair.  She was looking gorgeous, even more so than usual.
He long legs were sticking out from a small gray skirt, and since he had
been watching her all night, and hadn't seen any panty lines, he assumed
nothing underneath the skirt, either.  She did, however, have on a pair of
black 4 inch high heels.  Her shirt was a simple little tank top, black,
small spaghetti strap, and since her nipples didn't poke through, he assumed
there was some sort of bra underneath.  She looked back at him, laughing
slightly, and poked his arm.  "What are you lookin' at, babe?" she said.
Mike replied with a casual, "Uh, um, uh...  um, yeah."  And they both
laughed, since they both knew what it was he had been looking at.  She
looked him up and down as he brought his attention back to the road, since
the red light had changed to green.  She liked what she saw.  Tight jeans,
on a pair of long legs.  A tight black t-shirt, with a goofy lookin' picture
on the front, covering a nice looking body.  As he pulled into her
neighborhood, she slipped a hand along his outer thigh, leaned over, and
whispered, "Wanna come back to my place?  My parents are gonna be gone this
weekend, so I got the place all to myself.  It is a big house, and I would
just hate to be alone in it all weekend."  Feeling himself tense slightly,
but in a good way, he responded, "Hmm, lemme think.  Uh...  Yup."  And once
more, they both began to laugh, since they both knew what he would say
before he said it.  Parking the car, he got out, then walked around and
opened her door, offering his arm to help her get out, since it was a bit
off the ground.  He looked down, as she walked to her front door, and of
course, she turned around and he got caught looking.  "Naughty boy," she
said, "now turn around so I can get my look, too."  Of course, he did so,
feeling all embarrassed at being caught.  She got the door unlocked, and he
followed her inside.

                She walked on in the house, and he shut the door.  She set
her purse down, went into the kitchen, and asked, "Hey! You want something
to drink?"  "Like what?" he replied.  "I've got coke, milk, water, um, some
beer, a little wine," she said back.  "Well, just bring me something," he
said.  She walked back in the room, carrhing a bottle of wine chilling in a
tub of ice.  "Hey," Mike asked, "you had this planned out, didn't you?"
Grinning slightly, she murmured something he couldn't make out.  "What was
that?" he said.  "Oh, nothing," she said, "just something about me being an
angel."  Laughing, he watched as she turned away, but didn't get caught this
time.  They both took off their shoes, then she poured them both a glass,
and sat down next to him, and he slipped his arm around her shoulders.  She
flipped on the tube, and flipped through the channels until something turned
up they wanted to watch.  And, of course, Cinemax was showing a porno, which
she stopped at, and they both felt themselves getting slightly aroused, but
she changed the channel so as not to spoil the romantic mood they had going.
Finally, they settled on some silly show on Comedy Central, and just
snuggled for a while.

                Eventually, the wine began to have its effects.  Since they
both could feel the sexual tension already, the wine just helped them relax.
He looked down at her at the exact same moment she looked up at him, and
they both smiled.  Then he leaned down a bit, brushing his lips across hers.
Her hands moved up his chest, and his gently trailed through her hair, and
down her back.  She leaned back a bit, pulling him with her, and he
supported himself with his arms as they kissed.  I don't mean an ordinary
kiss.  This kiss was one of those kisses that last forever, with the only
reason you stop being because you are about to pass out from lack of oxygen.
Their tongues battled for what seemed like eternity, and then slowly, they
pulled apart.  Looking deep into each others eyes, they slipped closer
again, and kissed even deeper than before.  His hands found their way all
over her back, and sides, and finally, he reached down, gently rubbing her
ass.  She moaned slightly, arching up as he rubbed, rubbing her skirt, which
was pulled tight, across his crotch.  He moaned as well.  His hands
continued their explorations, and suddenly her hands were on his ass, and he
groaned slightly, deepening the kiss just a bit more.  He gently started to
rub her breasts through her shirt, and she pulled her lips from his, long
enough to whisper, "mmm, god, that feels good."  He untucked her shirt, and
ran his hands along her belly.  Her stomach muscles contracted
involuntarily, then she relaxed.  His hands slid around to her back, and
went all the way up to her shoulders, without encountering any resistance.
He wondered how she had managed to keep her nipples from showing through her
shirt, but that though didn't last long, as her hand moved down below his
ass, up between his legs.

                As she continued moving her hand, she opened it, palm flat,
and pressed insistently against his hard-on.  She rubbed her hand up and
down, and he groaned softly.  Leaning down, he nibbled gently on her ear,
his hand moving to her front, caressing her breasts through her strapless
bra.  She pushed him up, and leaned up with him, then they kissed long, and
hard, and deep.  Her hand never stopping, his hands both caressing her
softly.  She moved her hands for just a moment, slipping her shirt off over
her head, then taking off her bra, then her hand went back to rubbing his
cock through his jeans.  She pulled away slightly, then stood up, and
whispered huskily, "We gotta move, we need more room."  He followed her into
her bedroom.

                She lay down on the bed, face up, her legs spread just a
bit, and beckoned for him to take off his shirt and join her.  He took off
his shirt, then laid down beside her.  The kissed once more, and her hand
went back to where it was, but his didn't.  He trailed a hand along her
inner thigh, going higher and higher.  Her breathing got heavier, and when
he finally reached her pussy lips, she groaned in pleasure.  He rubbed her
like she was rubbing him, palm flat, just along the outer edges.  She took
her other hand, and undid his pants, slipping it inside.  She gripped his
shaft, slowly rubbing up and down.  He slipped one finger into her pussy,
finding her clit, rubbing it gently.  As they lay there, feeling each other,
kissing deeply, they both realized they wanted more.  He begin nibbling all
along her neck, and shoulders, and she returned the favor.  As he began to
move downward, she ran her hands through his hair, gripping slightly.  He
took one nipple in his mouth, sucking softy, then biting it slightly, not
too hard, but with a little pressure.  She moaned, and gripped his head
tighter, and then he moved to the other nipples, repeating the cycle. His
hand kept up its rhythmic motion.  He kept moving downward, his tongue
flicking in and out of her belly button.  As he neared the top edge of her
skirt, she pulled him back up, kissing him deeply.  "Not yet, " she
whispered, and began to lick her way down his chest.  Her hand reached back
inside his jeans, and found his cock once more, slowly stroking it, just
teasing it, not really trying to make him cum.  He groaned slightly as she
bit his nipple, doing to him what he had done to her.  She reached his belly
button, and did the same.  She kept moving down when she reached his
underwear, however.  She pulled his pants all the way off, and his underwear
with them.  His erection was standing straight up, and she eyed it with a
mixture of fear and awe.  "That's going to go inside me?!?!?!" she thought.
As the thought crossed her mind, however, she licked slowly up his inner
thigh.  Since this was going to be the first time for both of them, she
wanted to make sure it would last.  She planned on both of them cumming
before they ever reached the actual act of having sex.

                As she continued licking upward, she felt herself moistening
even more, and by now, the front of her skirt was completely soaked.  Of
course, she had no intention of taking it off, knowing how much it turned
him on to see her ass sticking up in the air, covered, but not really,  as
she moved towards his dick with her mouth.  She licked up the underside of
his cock, then flicked her tongue across its tip.  She tasted his precum,
and she realized she liked it.  She wanted more.  She started to lick all
over it, then she opened wide, put her lips over her teeth (shes read a few
books, ya know) and slipped her mouth over the tip of his head.  "Oh my god,
its so big!" she thought, as the head just barely got in, and she moved her
head down further, until she was almost gagging.  She had almost all of his
length in her mouth, and she began to gently massage his balls.  She moved a
bit more down, supressing her gag reflex, until his entire shaft was deep in
her mouth.  The tip of his dick was rubbing up against tne back of her
throat.  He was almost completely oblivious to anything but the pleasure
right now, but she began to suck, her mouth contracting and releasing, and
he tensed up even more.  He almost lost it, but she slowed down every time
he got close to cumming, keeping him hovering over the edge for a ling time.
Finally, she felt herself need some attention, and twisted around, spreading
her legs over his face.  The skirt had ridden up far enough for him to reach
her sopping wet honeypot, and he dove right in.  She kept sucking, and he
found her clit, and did some sucking of his own.  As they both got closer to
the point of no return, the picked up the pace, and finally reached that
magic point at the same instant.  They arched towards each other, him
burying his dick all the way to the hilt in her throat, her clamping her
legs around his head.  He shot load after load deep into her mouth, and she
came in a river that never ended.  She swallowed all she could, but she
couldn't get it all, and some dribbled along her chin.  He was fighting a
hopeless battle, and just let it wash over him, lapping up what he could.
They disentangled themselves, and she moved back up to his face.  She licked
some of her own juices from his face, and he licked some of his off of her
face.  They kissed each other deeply, mixing it up even more.

                The two of them just snuggled for a while after that, but,
that didn't last long.  Her hand had found its way back to his dck, and was
even now gently strokin it back to attention.  His hand was rubbing slowly
along her slit, and she had remained wet the entire time.  She looked at
him, kissed him long and passionately, then clambered atop him.  The skirt
was a total mess, but it was a major turn-on for both of them.  She hiked
the skirt up a bit higher, then moved down towards his dick.  She reached
down, guiding it gently into her wet pussy.  She slid down a ways, until he
felt a resistance.  They looked at each other, then she thought, "What the
hell, its only gonna happen once," and pushed down.  She cried out in pain,
and leaned down and kissed him, and he held her close.  They lay there for a
for moments, as she got used to the feeling, and it was the best feelingshe
had ever felt.  She slowly began to ride him, getting the feel of having a
dick inside her.  She loved it.  He loved it as well, for he was almost lost
to the world again.  He reached up, gently stroking her tits, pinching her
nipples.  They both realized at the same time that he should be on top, and
flipped over.  He began to pump in and out of her, grabbing her ass, pulling
her up to him on each stroke.  She responded with a passion that neither of
them had known was there until now.  After what seemed like hours, but was
really only minutes, he felt her pussy contract around his dick, and as she
came, he lost control and came too.  He didn't stop, however.  He kept
pushing himself in and out, and within minutes, they both came again.
Finally, he collapsed atop her, and they held each other a long time.

                Of course, since they were teenagers, this loss of energy
didn't last for long.  He got up, and she followed him. He walked to the
bathroom, and turned on the shower, with hot steamy water.  She almost made
a move to remove her skirt, but changed her mind and left it on.  "Why not,
I can never wear it again, anyway, and we both like it," she thought.  She
stepped into the hot shower, the water flowing all over her.  It ran down
her chest, highlighting her dark nipples, and then kept moving down.  Her
legs shined as they got wet.  He finally stepped in after her, and the steam
and heat were making them both sweat.  They kissed once more, and then let
the water wash away everything.  She faced the faucet, and he stood behind
her.  His hands traced the outlines of her curved breasts, following the
path the water was taking.  He kept moving down, finally his hand reaching
up under her skirt and finding another kind of wetness.  She reached back,
gently rubbing his aching hard-on, and said, "Mike...  I wanna do everything
with you.  You can do whatever you want with me."  She slid her skirt up a
bit, pushing back against him, the tip of his dick easing along her ass.
"Are you sure?" he murmured.  "Mmm-hmm," she moaned back.  He pushed a bit
more insistently, probing lightly.  She winced a bit, and he stopped, but
she said, "No, go on, I want to do it."  He pressed on, and she relaxed
enough to let it in, and they both groaned.  He pulled out, but not all the
way, then oushed back in, going a bit deeper.  He kept rocking back and
forth, until finally he was buried all the way in.  At first, she wasn't
sure she would like it, but as he continued, she began to feel a lot better
about it.  As he was moving, his hands were keeping the same rhythm in
front.  The pressure from both sides had her extremely aroused, and she was
pressing back against him as he slipped slowly in and out.  He reached up
with a free hand, tweaking her nipples ever so gently, and she gasped.  That
was the final straw, and she lost it.  He body shuddered, and her pussy
clamped down on his hands, and she came, and came, and came.  Her ass
tightened around his dick, and he did exactly the same.  He slipped out, and
she turned around, leaning against the wall.  She looked into his eyes, and
he looked back, then she pulled him to her, and kissed him deeply.  "That
was better than I thought it would be," she said.  He smiled, and said, "I'm
glad.  I would never wanna do anything to hurt you."

                She kissed him again, then began to kiss along his chest,
the water cascading over both of them.  She kept moving down, and stopped as
her lips reached his belly button.  She stretched up, and he felt her tits
rub against him.  He looked down, and she looked up and smiled.  She leaned
back a bit, pulling him with her, his dick laying between her breasts.  "I
told you, I wanna try everything.  The water will help it slide, hmm?" she
said, biting her lower lip softly.  He looked down at her, and she pushed
her tits together over his once more hard dick.  He began to slide back and
forth, and he got lost in the moment.  He was jolted back to reality
quickly, since she began to flick her tongue across the tip as it poked near
her mouth.  She strained her neck a bit, and sucked the tip as it came close
one more time.  He kept going, and she licked and sucked it for a while.  He
arched his back, and she tightend her tits around him, and he shot his load
all over her face, and the last lil dribbles ran down her neck.  Of course,
the shower washed it all away almost instantly, but she liked the control
she had when she gave up herself totally.  Then again, she liked being in
control for real.  She reached down, undid her skirt, and threw it aside,
realizing the need for it was past.  She stood up, and they kissed once
more.

                The water was still hot and steamy, and they began to wash
each other.  Soap went everywhere.  They rubbed and scrubbed every inch of
each other's bodies.  Finally, they just stood there, and let the water
rinse it all away.  She reached out, turned off the water, and grabbed a
couple of towels.  They dried themselves off, and then she left the room,
telling him, "Stay here for a bit."  She came back, wearing tight leather
shorts, and nothing else.  She took him back to the bed, and told him to lay
down.  He let her be in control, since she had let him do what he wanted
earlier.  He laid down, and she tied his arms to the headboard with a couple
of silk ropes.  Then she tied his feet down, to the footboard.  He could
move a little but not enough to escape, or actually do anything.  He
strained his arms and legs a bit, and she watched, and he then realized she
had total control.  She always had it, as a matter of fact.  When she let
him do what he wanted, she was controlling him, although not physically.
Now, she was doing it physically.  He didn't like it necassarily, but he
didn't not like it, either.  He figured he would get his chance later.

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