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Not quite out yet Chris told me, he had to go take a whiz and wash up the good parts "You don't need to wash, I like the way you taste with cum all over it." Chris yelled as he rushed up the stairs. So I sat back into my wheelchair, and rolled to the kitchen, to fix two hard liquor drinks. See, neither of us drink anything but beer while doing magic shows. It can turn disastrous in seconds, so we only drink hard later. I poured us two glasses of Romulan Ale. Romulan Ale is a strong drink from the world of Star Trek. It's home made, and a staple for the holidays at any respectable Star Trek fans home. It's comprised of, club soda, peppermint oil, blue food coloring, and ever-clear/180proof alcohol. I made my way through the dining room and turned on the space heater in the living room to break the chill. I do plan on us being completely naked soon. I heard Chris as he stepped down the stairs and across the floor. It's an old, creaky house, but it's mine. I finished lighting the honeysuckle scented candle, slipped out of my chair, and onto the couch, reached over to our drinks, and handed him his. "To coming out into the world again." I said as I raised my glass in a toasting gesture. "To the bravest Magician in the world." Chris added, as our glasses rang as they touched. We moved our faces closer to one another as we swallowed our mouthfuls of Ale, and we kissed before we put our glasses on the table. We fumbled to make sure the liquid didn't spill and released the the glasses gentle. It was a less then romantic scene. His glass almost fell over the edge and mine, all over the table. We both were trying to be romantic and do it without looking. Just like in the movies. Didn't work. We laughed for a moment, and then kissed some more. "I'm going to show you, just how thankful I am, for you being there for me, Chris." With that being said, I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. As I did, he lifted his butt, and pulled his speedo's off. I left my panties on so they would help to hold my cock out of the way. It can hurt if it gets bent the wrong way. You guys know what I'm talkin' about. It's definitely a buzz kill. I love the feel of Chris' dick as it gets bigger in my hand. It fills up really big. It doesn't hang out real big when he's not turned on. So when it engorges, it seems to get way big. He is big, at eight inches long, and thick. Soon his nipples felt my teeth closing in on them. He loves having his nips sucked and bitten. He put his hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth around his nip. "Harder, suck harder." he pleaded, as I complied. I'd never tell him, but I like sucking on them too. It's not the same as a woman's. They don't ping as big, but they do ping. His dick was full, and just needed to be wet down, before I climb aboard. I looked down at his dick, and saw it's mushrooming head. I thought I heard it say hello, as I plunged my wide open mouth over it. My tongue flickered all over it, before I made my way down the shaft. I grabbed him by the balls, and deep throated. Hips thrusted up to meet my lips, and fingers made marks in the side of his thigh. I started to laugh, but stopped. That could get dangerous. Chris felt me start to laugh, and he got ticklish. He does that when he gets very turned on. The fingers of my hand holding his balls began to wiggle lightly, on the back of his Ball sack, near his ass hole. He begged me not to, "please, no". He was ready anyway, and so was I. I stopped giving him head and crawed on top of him, to have a ride. It was as though I had all my parts, except only one foot hung over the edge. No time to think about it now. I jumped on top, and lowered myself down around Chris' second head. He grabbed my tits, and had this look on his face. It looked like he was gasping for air. As though my pussy was smothering him, and I guess,in a way it was. I put my hands on his shoulders and began rocking up and down on him. I was plenty wet enough, and so was he. He slid in and out with hardly any effort at all. The leg exercises I've been doing with my re-learning how to walk, seems to have some added benefits. Every so often I'd flex my Keagle muscles on my way up, stop when I got to where his head was just inside my pussy, then squeeze. "Do that, do that some more." Were the only words I heard from him. We were lip locked most of the time. We "made love" at a nice even pace, with no reason to hurry. Chris started to hump back, and not just sit there and enjoy my gift to him. I liked that, and speed up the pace some, and pumped harder. We moved together, in on erotically smooth movement. We looked like a movie now, a porn movie. Then the time came, when all we could do is stare at each other and make noises as we felt our fucking coming to its crest. I could feel Chris' dick getting ready, and my abdomen tightening. I'm sure he could feel it too. He knew I could control my orgasm trigger some, so he asked me. "Serina, cum with me, cum with me, please...I'm..cum..cuming." I couldn't hold back, if I tried. We, were cuming together. That's a great gift. Doesn't happen that often. We didn't stop then, but kept moving, slowly,up and down, in and out, nice and slow. We moved that way for about a minute, then we couldn't move anymore. I collapsed on top of Chris, but not for long. He leaned to his left and rolled me off to the side, next to him. I let him, and lay there basking in the glow. We were silent for many minutes until Chris snickered and smiled. He got that little devil look on his face. "OK, what are you thinking, come on?" I asked. He slapped himself on the cheek, and told me he was bein' bad. I asked him again,"What?" He looked me straight faced in the eyes and took on a formal demeanor, like a news reporter, and asked. " Ms. Cox, in light of the encounter we just had. What exactly is it that you do, under the mistletoe?" good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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23/1/2012 11h18 |
Good one sweetie  want. "A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows every corner".
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Your stories get me seriously worked up. Can't wait for more!
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Awesome story! Thanks for sharing with us! I'd love to give you that kind of pleasure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Serina, Another tale to get the Blood flowing! Well done, and where in the world did you get the 180 Everclear,I have not been able to get it in years???
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Once again good job. Like everyone else said "Chris is one lucky guy!"
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Lucky Chris. Live long and prosper
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"Wonderful stuff, that Romulan Ale..." -- Dr. McCoy, Star Trek II  That was a hot one. Wish that was me. 
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14/12/2011 22h12 |
Sweetie, I'm Happy and Proud of you I took your advice and strated my own blog  A new broom sweeps clean but an old broom knows every corner .
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Serina, thanks for another great story. I can live vicariously through you. I cant say that I know anyone that serves Romulan Ale. I dont drink, so i never thought about it. I do remember that it is powerful stuff, that they had a lot of fun with. Have you done your Christmas shopping? Oh BTW, your house sound great, like it has personality. when I lived in Buffalo, the house had it's own rhythm. It seemed to be alive sometimes. Good old houses!! kisses
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14/12/2011 21h33 |
dam arent u a bad girl this ws good ta read sounds like u and crish had fun
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