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What Happened Last Night by Girl Friday (M/F cons oral)
Last week, on a lark, I posted a message to one of the discussion
groups I belong to. I really enjoy this group, mostly males who
enjoy the erotic writings of a certain author. I knew I could
count on them to have fun with anything that was posted. My
message read:
I've started to write. My husband loves erotica but for some
reason gets really embarrassed reading MY stuff. Why is that? To
quote my favorite heroine: "Will somebody explain males to me?
With diagrams and short words?" * Friday
I checked back in with the group a few days later and saw that
someone had posted a reply. I hadn't really expected a response.
Eagerly I opened it. It read:
Miss Friday, Heterosexual males are simple creatures with
complex issues. Some of these issues are genetic and go back to
the time that we first began to walk upright. Since women
obviously had the most important job, continuation of the
species, men were relegated to building fire, killing things and
stealing from the neighbors. Since the two most valuable things
were childbearing females and food, guess what men stole? This
led to development of a number of rather interesting rituals that
continue to this day including a love of sports and action movies
and high fiving each other after we score, either on or off the
field. This also led the male to be very protective of "his
females" in order to prevent other males from stealing
her(them). Unfortunately, several thousand years of evolution
has made only slight improvements. The majority of the
improvements that have been made to the male of the species are
in direct response to the tremendous improvements to the female
of the species and the males' single-minded focus on getting to
mate with the females. This single-minded pursuit and the females
"raising of the bar" of what is required for this to happen is
almost entirely responsible for every improvement to male of the
species, meaning that these improvements have been environmental
and cultural, not genetic. The simple answer to men is that all
that is needed to keep them happy is to come naked and bring
beer. Unfortunately, this is the simple answer and though it
works reasonably well, it is not the complete answer and it does
not work all of the time. I hope this has answered your
question. I now must go back down the rabbit hole and see what
direction the Cheshire Cat will direct me today. Dragon
As I sat at my computer reading Dragon's reply I began to giggle.
"Come naked and bring beer," well that could be fun. This was
just too good to ignore. Quickly I typed my response:
Dearest Dragon,
Thank you for your most eloquent explanation. This simple girl
will now employ the simple answer by grabbing a beer from the
fridge, stripping to her birthday suit and reading stories to
aforementioned squeamish husband while sitting on his lap. I'm
sure he will thank you. <G>
Friday
Hmmm. The longer I thought about my off-the-cuff response, the
more determined I became. My husband was in for a surprise.
Quickly I made my preparations. I printed out a chapter from one
of the stories I had written and made sure there was plenty of
cold beer in the fridge. After a quick shower I was ready. I
didn't want to appear too willing; he'd know something's up. Ah,
his favorite tee shirt was right where he left it, on the bedroom
floor. Easily three sizes too big for me, it would cover my
nakedness while still showing him plenty. Just right. Now I
just had to wait for him to get home from work.
It wasn't long before I heard the garage door open and close.
Dan wandered in, weariness evident in every step he took. He's
an air traffic controller and some days the pressure and stress
are exhausting. Tonight had apparently been one of those
nights.
"Hey, handsome. How was your day, or should say night?" (It was
10:00 p.m.)
"Okay. I had a couple of idiots today, but otherwise not too
bad."
"Well, why don't you go sit on the couch and I'll grab you a
beer."
"I'll pass on the beer. I've got to be back for the morning
shift so I don't dare drink. Why are you wearing my shirt?" His
expression as he looked me over was confused.
"Because it's warm in here and I was missing you. Sit. I have
something I want to read you." He sank into the couch and I went
to sit in his lap, bringing along the chapter I had printed out.
"You've been writing again?" He wrapped his arms around me and
rested his head on my shoulder.
"Yes, and I want your opinion. You up for that?"
"As long as you stay right here."
I grinned at him and began to read to using my softest, sexiest
tone of voice. The longer I read the more relaxed he seemed. As
I described a particularly steamy kiss he slid one of his hands
down my bare leg and began to rub it slowly, working his way to
my hip. My lack of underwear was soon evident.
"What are you wearing under there?" He continued to knead my
naked hip.
"Nothing. Now stop that and listen, okay?" I continued to read
my story aloud. His hand wandered from my hip up to my breast,
where he lightly stoked my nipple, bringing it to full arousal.
He continued to massage my boob and began to place warm sensuous
kisses on my neck, nibbling gently on my earlobe.
"Hey! You be good. You're supposed to be listening to my
story." If he kept it up any longer I wasn't going to be able to
think, let alone read.
"I am being good. Very, very good." He lifted his hips and
ground against me. I could feel his erection on my butt as it
strained against his jeans. I giggled and wriggled my butt back
against his lap.
He groaned, "Shit, Beth, do that again."
"No. You're supposed to be listening!" He grabbed the pages
from my hand and threw them on the coffee table.
"To hell with that. I haven't heard one word since your nipple
crinkled up in my hand. Now how about we take this off and
finish what you started." With that, he pulled the shirt over my
head and threw it on the floor, leaving me naked in his lap.
"Now, that's more like it!"
He bent his head and drew one of my nipples into his mouth while
working one of his fingers into my dripping slit. I yelped as he
dragged it across my clit. "That's my girl, let's hear more of
that." He put a second finger in me, pumping and twisting them
in and out of me while his thumb circled my clit, flicking it
each time he buried his fingers in me. I started to gasp and
yelp in time with his magic fingers, completely incoherent from
the sensations he was creating. I felt the muscles in my stomach
and my thighs begin to tighten.
"Danny, I'm gonna cum!"
"Oh, baby, yes cum for me. I love to see you lose it." He
started flicking my clit relentlessly, driving a third finger
into me. The wave started to crash over me; it was going to be
huge.
"DAAANNNNYYYYY!!!!" I wailed his name as I exploded, my whole
body clenched around his fingers as my climax ripped through me.
It seemed like ages before I was able to stop gasping and open my
eyes. He was watching me with a huge shit-eating grin on his
face. "Looks like you enjoyed that."
"Your turn buster!" I quickly sat up and started pulling his
shirt off. That accomplished, I went to work on his jeans. He
lifted up so I could slide them off and nearly poked out my eye
with his erect cock. "Looks like someone is happy to see me." I
knelt at his feet and slurped that yummy cock into my mouth in
one smooth motion.
"Happy does not begin to describe it," He groaned. I started
bobbing up and down on his gorgeous cock, sucking for all I was
worth and swirling my tongue around the edge of his head, just
where he likes it.
"Damn, babe, I'm not gonna last long if you keep that up." I
just increased the suction and carefully started to play with his
balls. I could feel them draw up a little as his shaft turned to
solid granite in my mouth.
"Here it coooommmmeeeesss!!!" A jet of hot liquid hit my tongue.
I backed off so that just the tip was still in my mouth and
continued to pump his cock with my hand. He shot several more
spurts into my mouth as I swallowed his load. His cock stayed
hard as I cleaned it off and climbed up on the couch, straddling
his thighs.
"How about you sit right here?" Dan said as he positioned
himself at my entrance. I sank onto his shaft, moaning as I felt
him slide into me. "Oh yeah, babe, sit right there." I sat
motionless, reveling in the feel of him. He wriggled his hips
out and slid down so that he could capture my breast in his
mouth, making it easier for me to ride. And ride I did, up and
down, I slid on his shaft slow and easy, loving the feel of his
cock.
"Danny, I love how this feels," I moaned.
"Me too babe. How about a little faster now?" He gripped my
hips and adjusted the pace, moving me faster on his cock. I
gripped his shoulders for leverage and let him drive up into me.
"Open your eyes, look at me. I love to watch your eyes as you go
over the edge." His words went straight to my clit, making it
even more sensitive as he started to rub it on each down stroke.
I opened my eyes and locked onto his, feeling my body begin to
tighten once more. "That's it, I can see it. Not long now."
Gripping my hips once more, he began slamming me down on his
cock, twisting just enough to grind into my clit. "Come on baby,
cum for me." His words alone sent me over the edge. I shrieked
as my body shuddered and my pussy clamped down around his cock.
"Oh, yes, that's it!!!" He yelled and buried his cock in me as it
began to spasm and spew.
Slowly my ragged breathing began to ease and I could feel Dan
grow limp and slide out of me. He gathered me up and rolled so
that we were stretched out lengthwise on the couch, cuddled
together.
"Not that it wasn't most enjoyable, but what got into you?
Attacking me on the couch isn't your usual style." Dan smiled as
he said it and brushed the hair back from face.
"Funny, I was just trying to read you my story. You attacked me."
"Nope. This was your doing and you know it, so 'fes up."
I told him about the message I got from Dragon and his "simple"
explanation. Dan sighed contentedly and said, "Tell Dragon I owe
him a beer."
The next morning I checked the discussion group and there was
another message from Dragon:
Dear Sweet Friday Please don't hesitate to provide a fairly
detailed description of your employment of the simple answer
with your "squeamish" husband last night. Yours Truly Dragon
The flirt! Well, it's the least I could do. I opened Word and
began to type.
Comments may be addressed to <a
href="mailto:FinkBL@hotmail.com">FinkBL@hotmail.com</a>
What Happened Last Night 2003 by Girl Friday, all rights
reserved.
Special thanks to bamfdragon42 and fab4fan999 for allowing use of
messages 291, 351, 353, and 355 from the discussion group
FDWritings. <a
href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FDWritings/">http://groups.ya
hoo.com/group/FDWritings/</a>
* Robert A. Heinlein, Friday (New York: Ballantine Books, 1983)
313.
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