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Subject: {ASSM} Silicon Valley Tales  2, MF, ROM
Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 00:10:04 -0400
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Silicon Valley Tales 
from the imagination of
cd_riter at myrealbox.com
Ā(C) 2001, 2002 all rights reserved.


Moira and friends

First light. 

Moira snuggled tight, pressing her head against my chest, her
finger tips twirling my chest hair under her chin. 

"You okay with my little girl?" 

"More than okay. She's a delight, I'll bet."

"De-light of my life," she grinned. 

"I'm sure," I murmured against her hair, squeezing her shoulders
to acknowledge her wit.

I let a hand start to wander up and down her body, from shoulder
to thigh. Lightly dragging my finger tips over her smooth warmth.


"Moira, tell me. Where do you want this to go?"

With a big sigh she said, "Don't know yet. But... I like it. Even
if it's happening very fast. You were scary intense earlier."

"I feel swept away, like I'm riding a wave. A wave of foaming,
surging surf but I know that as soon as I hit the beach I'll go
right back out for another ride."

She pressed tighter to me. "Yes, it's a ride alright," she
murmured. 

"Are you sleepy?"

She squirmed, rubbing her little belly against me. She felt so
tiny in my arms. So warm, so silky. 

"Yes and no. I like hearing your voice. It rumbles through your
chest and I feel like my whole body vibrates to your sound. I
feel peaceful and safe right now. I feel strong and free." 

She squirmed slowly against me, rolling my half hardness between
our bellies.

"Me too. Strong and free. Ready to fly." 

"Pilot to copilot. Give me the stick," she gurgled, pulling me
over onto her.

I held her face in my hands while hers were squeezing and
stirring the head of my heating dick around in her slick folds.

"You know what happens to women pilots, don't you?" I mouthed
against her cheek.

"Shut up. I heard that one in grammer school," she breathed into
my ear.

I pressed forward when she centered me. The head of my dick
popped into her tightness. 

"Eeeah," she moaned that odd little sound a woman only makes the
first time a new lover enters her. I pushed slowly into her until
friction stopped me. 

"Oh, so tight," she moaned. 

"You read my mind," I groaned back.

I pulled back then slid deeper until I could feel her cervix stop
me. I held still and savored the feel of her twitching, tight
slippery hot velvet around me.

"Yeah, doing a lot of that tonight."

"Doing what? Fucking me?"

I ignored her question and let myself float in an etheral mist of
physical pleasure. She fluttered her hips, fast then slow, trying
to slide my full length in and out. I held still above her and
let her move at her own pace. 

"God," she groaned. "Good. God, it's good. God. Good. God good."

Her words started to run together as her fingers fluttered around
our conjoined flesh. She flicked her clit with one finger and any
part of my dick that wasn't in her with the others. I became a
spectator to her pleasure. 

"Gonna come good god good. Gonnna," she hissed through clenched
teeth. I started pumping, matching her rythm.

"Haiii. going to..." she screeched loudly.

She never finished the sentence. Her arms clutched hard up around
my shoulders and she strained upward. Her belly vibrated under me
then she melted into a limp, sweaty, pleasured boneless lump. I
moved my arms down and slid my hands under her little tight buns.
Her legs came up and around my waist. I moved higher up her body
and began slowly grinding my stone hard dick high against her,
moving in and out of her at a deliberately slow pace. 

She groaned, "Wait. I'm so sensitive. Let me..."

I squeezed her butt and smeared lightly across her ass hole with
fingers slick with her juices. She twitched and squeeked. One
finger plunging into her ass hole matching my slowly grinding
dick. Soon two fingers. Then three fingers plunging and holding
her tight to me. Then I lost it and began to grind her as fast as
I could move. Humping like a crazed poodle, I became just a dick.
No brain, no body, no time, no reality, no Moira, just a dick
about to explode in the hot wet grip of...

"Ah. Oh. Oho. You're fucking meee!  Ha. ha. hah.  Another one.
haii."  

Off she went, taking me with her. I bellowed out my pleasure as
one long, long burning slug of fire spurted through my dick. I
strained hard against her loins until my life force returned.
Rolling to the side, I pulled her with me and sobbed against her
matted hair. 

"Jesus," She said, still out of breath.

"Looks like we both got religion tonight," I panted.

"What did you do to me? I hurt all over," she groaned and
stretched her legs out, pointing her toes, squeezing her thighs
together.

I pulled her top leg high over me and began massaging her inner
thigh with deep slow squeezes while our breathing calmed.

"Mmm. Nice. Enough."

I blew on her forehead and said, "That was a wowwy."

"Sure was. A real toe curler."

Her fingers trickled around my ear, her breath warm on my skin. I
hugged her lightly and searched for her mouth with mine. I rolled
us over and she sprawled under me.

I inhaled her breath and she the air from my lungs, our lips
nibbling gently like bottom feeding carp.

"Move over, sweet stinky man. We're swimming around in a pond big
enough to attract beavers."

"Hope not. I can't handle more than one right now." I rolled over
onto my back again, taking her with me.

"Your sense of humour has too many high school flashbacks," she
said, digging her fingers into my ribs. 

"My only flaw."

"Yeah, right!"

"Suck my dick," I said in a most congenial tone.

"Fuck you." Not a snarl but with potential.

"No, I mean it. I need your help to get hard after two rounds."

"You are not going to stick that thing in me again tonight. My
pussy is much too sore."

"I want a triple."

"A what? A triple?." She rolled over me and stared questioningly
into my eyes. 

I gave her my most evil grin.

"Do you have any baby oil?"

"Baby oil?" Her jaw dropped. Her eyebrows went the other way,
trying for her hair line as she understood.

"You went over big time with three fingers stuck in your ass,
remember?"

"You're not serious. You want to stick that thing in my butt
hole? Christ, three fingers?"

"Very much."

"Why? There's shit in there."

"No there's not. You're empty."

"I've never done it that way. Except... Well, let me say it like
this. I'll never let a guy with a skinny cock get behind me
again."

I couldn't help laughing as I got the picture. 

"Beware the pencil dick creeping up behind you. What did it feel
like?"

"It offended my dignity. And I had this burning sensation in my
asshole so I made him stop." 

Laughing softly, "I'll try not to offend, ever."

"I can't believe you want to do that. It's... Nasty."

"You might like it."

She gave me a dubious look, and, shaking her head said, "Your
cock is much too big around."

"If you get on top, you're in control and can stop if it's
uncomfortable."

"I'll think about it, pervert." 

She snuggled down on top of me and I fondled her ass cheeks. Like
palming two volleyballs I thought.

She sighed into my neck. "Your hands feel so good on me."

"Magic hands."

"Yes, you have magic."

"So do you."

Lethargy, sweet lethargy began to wrap us in a warm fog. I spread
my legs and wrapped them over hers, locking my heels behind her
knees. I kneaded her little ass cheeks and slid a finger between
slippery lips. I spread her cheeks and ran my finger lightly
round her hairless anus. 

"Go to sleep," she sighed. "You persistant pervert."

She rolled off taking me with her. We snuggled in, her cheek
against my chest, her head tilted back. I kissed her forehead and
closed my eyes.

The first light of the day peeped through the curtains.


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