Tanya Fills In
mf f-solo

Hi! No, he's not here right now, I'm afraid. He asked me to fill in for him.
I hope that's OK?

My name's Tanya Danneborg, and I love sex. That sounds like a twelve-step
introduction, doesn't it? But I don't plan to give it up anytime soon.

I think you know my friends Pat and Julie; sweet sluts, both of them. If I
started screwing women, I'd start with them. But I like men, with their hard
bodies and their suckling mouths. I like their hands rough and possessive on
my tits, and their pricks opening me and filling me, and the sweet slimy
sexy incredible high of male fucking.

Pat and Julie have this boy cousin, a skinny pale guy, sort of nerdy really,
but he likes sex at least as much as I do, and he has a really incredible
prick. Long and thick and veiny. I like to feel it sliding inside me, an
inch at a time, while he squeezes my tits and licks my nipples. I lower my
ass into his lap slowly, eating his cock with my vagina, and it's like being
split open. God! You don't mind if I touch myself a little while we talk?
Can you smell my pussy?

They have this other friend, well I know you know HIM. Sweet guy, with these
big puppydog eyes. Completely gone on Pat; I think they're going to make a
baby together sometime soon. He loves Julie like a sister, except that
they're constantly fucking. Well, whatever. He took me once on the Phelps
Avenue bridge, stroking in and out of me from behind while I held onto the
railing for dear life and tried not to scream. There was this beautiful
woman doing herself on a rock down below the bridge, and our eyes met just
as we both came. Now that was a sexy day! His prick is just normal-sized,
but he's very good with it. Natural talent, Pat says. He's mostly straight,
like me, so we're sort of natural allies in this crowd of barroom doors.

But that's not really what I wanted to talk about. I want to tell a story.
Sex stories are funny! I mean, what's sexier than just sex? "He kissed me
hard on the mouth, and pressed me down into the bed. I moaned and spread my
legs, rubbing my cunt desparately against his thigh. He took my tits in his
hands and licked me and squeezed me, and my pussy flowed with juice. Then he
entered me, his cock pushing into me sudden and deep, and I screamed, and he
kissed me again and pounded in and out of me until I came." That's a sex
story, and a pretty nice one. You don't mind if I take off the rest of my
clothes, do you? My tits are really tired of this bra.

Ahh, that's nice! Do you like them? Do you like my body? I try to keep in
shape. And the gym is a sexy place; all that panting flesh and working
muscle.

Anyway, how can you get sexier than that? But you can, I know. Some of the
sexiest stories hardly have any sex in them at all. I like a story that
makes me wet and happy at the same time. Pat tells good stories; sometimes
when we're all together she'll tell a story while her cousin and I fuck each
other's brains out on the rug. Is it getting hot in here? Would you mind
handing me that toy from the table? I won't actually do myself right now,
because then I wouldn't be able to talk, but I like to just run it up and
down over the outside, and along my belly. Thanks! Aaaahhhh...

Sorry, I'm not getting on with the story, am I? Thanks for being so patient.
Mmm, do you like that? Me, too.

So let's tell a story that's sexier than just raw sex. But I think we'll
have some raw sex, too. Fucking. (Nice to be able to come right out and say
it: "Fucking!")

I'm sitting here in the livingroom with a man, a tall mature man with a
broad chest, wearing a suit, a little grey at the temples. I'm just keeping
him company while he waits for Julie to get home. He's an old friend of
Julie's Dad, and he's just stopped by to say Hi, but there was a mixup about
the time. He doesn't have anywhere else to go, and he seems to like me; his
eyes wander to my tits while we're talking, and he smiles when I walk over
and sit down next to him on the couch. He has deep brown eyes.

We talk about Julie and Pat, and about our childhoods. His eyes on my body
feel very nice, and I can see his prick getting stiff in his pants. I think
it'd be nice to fuck him there, on the couch, if he's willing. Listening to
him talk, I move my face close to his, and lick my lips. Slowly. He smiles a
little wider, and kisses my mouth. His arms go around me, and he kisses me
for a long time. He doesn't seem really nervous, or surprised. He definitely
knows what he's doing; his tongue moves softly between my lips, not
thrusting or pushing, but my pussy is already wet, and I feel myself
moaning. And he's hardly even touched me.

He stops kissing me and sits back a little on the couch. He smiles, and we
talk some more. He doesn't mention sex, and he doesn't say he likes my body,
and he doesn't try to kiss me again. Eventually I put my hand on his lap,
where his prick is pulsing under the fabric, and I look him in the eyes.

"Don't you want me?" I say.

His hand touches my waist and moves slowly up, hefts my breast for a second
through my bra, then his fingers close in on my nipple. He kisses my mouth
again, and rubs his fingers back and forth; my nipple gets hard, and my
bottom squirms around on the cushions. Things happen to me when I get hot:
my heart pounds, my mouth opens, and my eyes want to close. My body feels
like it's melting. This man is melting me expertly. Now I'm lying back on
the couch, and his other hand is over my other nipple. He's touching me
softly through my clothes, back and forth and back and forth, and my chest
is just on fire.

Then he stops. I open my eyes, and he's sitting there, rubbing the tips of
his fingers with his thumbs, looking at me. I want him, of course; I want
his hard experienced prick buried in my pussy, and his mouth on mine again.
I reach over and undo his pants. He moves around a little on the couch to
make it easier for me, but he doesn't touch me. I imagine his ass moving
against his clothes.

His prick is nice and stiff, and when I squeeze it in my hand he closes his
eyes. I wonder if his body melts like mine does. My tits are aching in my
bra, a hot lovely wound at the tip of each one. I move my fist up and down
around his prick, and a clear little tear comes out the end. He gasps.

"Don't come yet," I say, squeezing him and loving the feel of his
prick-muscles quivering, "don't come yet; I want you to fuck me."

I stand up, back a little away from him, and unbutton my blouse, leaving it
tucked into my skirt. I reach up and press the cups of my bra together,
pushing my tits at him for just a second, then I undo the clasp and let the
cups fall. His prick stands in the air, sticking out of his pants like a
handle, a switch. He draws me towards him with just one hand on my hip, and
buries his face between my tits. He rubs them against his cheeks, rolling
the nipples between the ends of his fingers. I moan, loudly, and start to
melt against him, toppling forward on the couch. He untucks my blouse from
my skirt, and he strips me quickly and gently, and his mouth sucks on my
skin. When he suckles at my tits, I feel waves of wet heat start between my
legs.

He lies me down on the couch and take off his pants. Standing over me, his
prick in the air, he's like a statue, a wide hairy statue, and I imagine his
prick between my lips, the head smooth and hot in my mouth. But he lowers
himself over me, and I spread my legs apart for him. He enters me, quickly
but gently, opening me with his prick, his body heavy on mine. But he's a
gentleman, and he holds his weight up off of me with his arms as we fuck,
and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down to crush him
against my tits and I rock my hips so his prick moves in and out where I
want it, against my clit, deep in my pussy. Ooh, yes, I guess this is just
raw sex after all, isn't it?

Fuck, it feels good, his body on me, his mouth on mine again, my lips around
his tongue, my pussy squeezing and squeezing his prick. God, God, I want him
ahhhh I want him to come inside me his prick's getting so big OOOOHH I'm
sorry I said I wouldn't do this didn't I ahhh... ahhhhhh AHHH! oooohhh you
don't mind if I come, do you? You AAAAH you can watch, and then maybe we'll
make up another oh OH! another story...

Aaahhhh, please AH! ahhhh kiss me...