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COUPLES STORY #7
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Story Name: Fire In The Whole
"Remind
me exactly what I'm doing here again?" Random
whispered into Orinda's ear in the darkness of the cellar.
There was no space in the tiny earthen room; they stood
huddled together, there being no room to sit down.
"Shhh, not so loud," she whispered back. "If
they find us..." and she drew a finger across her
throat to indicate what she expected their fate to be.
Random was confident in his swordplay and saw no need to
hide in this bolthole. His interest was in play of a
different kind.
"Who wants to talk?" he murmured, low and
amused, his lips brushing her earlobe, then sketching a
line of kisses down the side of her throat. One hand came
up to caress her face, then moved lower in the darkness,
to her breasts.
"Later," she whispered, but her nipples were
hardening as he stroked them through the fabric of her
dress. His free hand stopped briefly at the other nipple,
then proceeded to open the front of her blouse.
"Can't you keep your hands to yourself for a second?"
Orinda hissed, catching his hand with her own. He lifted
it to his lips, palm up, and kissed it, his tongue
tracing the delicate lines in the flesh as she shivered
slightly in the darkness. He leaned forward to kiss her,
tweaking her nipple just as he slid his tongue between
her lips so that her gasp parted them for him.
When they drew apart, some moments later, he pulled her
warm, damp hand to the front of his trousers, where he
placed it against his hardening member.
"You don't fight fair," Orinda said, half under
her breath. His response was a soft laugh as he slid an
arm around her and leaned her back, dropping his head to
her exposed breasts. He took first one nipple, then the
other into his mouth, sucking, then gently nibbling each.
Before he pulled her back to her feet and kissed her
mouth again, they were hard as tiny stones beneath his
tongue.
While Random was licking and sucking her nipples, Orinda's
hands had been caressing him through his trousers,
feeling the heat and the size of him grow at her touch.
As he stiffened beneath her hand, she alternated stroking
motions with gentle, firm squeezes, a half-formed hint of
the pressure her pussy would soon be exerting on his cock.
Meanwhile, his free hand had lifted up under her long
skirt and was deftly removing her underclothes. The lace
fell to the ground, leaving her warm cunt bare to the
cool air, and she stepped out of them, tossing them aside
with one of her slippered feet.
Random's hand played along her inner thighs, tantalizing
the edges of her stockings, then moving higher up across
her front, stroking her firm belly and the wiry hair on
her mound. Then his fingertips went lower, sliding along
the edges of her warm, wet lips as she parted her thighs
to allow him easier access. As her breathing grew ragged,
he teased her, parting the outer lips, gliding back and
forth over her slick inner lips and the engorged knot of
her clitoris.
Suddenly, without warning, he slid a finger inside her,
smiling as he felt her muscles spasm once around it, then
slid it out far enough that a second finger could join
the first. Orinda gasped, but softly, and buried her face
in his shoulder as he slowly penetrated her with both
fingers, then withdrew them again. Slowly, surely, in and
out, in and out, then a little faster and a little harder
as her hips rocked back and forth to meet him.
The hand that had been stroking Random's shaft through
his trousers slipped around his waist as Orinda struggled
to keep her balance. He leaned forward slightly and
slipped the tip of his tongue into her ear, eliciting a
moan that he felt as much as heard, relinquishing neither
the pace nor the pressure of his other ministrations.
He could tell she was very close to coming when her
thighs began to tremble. His thumb found her clitoris and
stroked it in tightening circles, relentlessly bringing
her closer to what he could tell was going to be a
powerful climax. Her nails dug into his back for a moment,
then released -- she couldn't hang on, but she couldn't
let go...
Random resolved her dilemma by leaning back, lifting her
from the damp earth with a single fluid motion. As soon
as her feet left the ground and her balance was no longer
an issue, the orgasm took her. His hand continued its
movements, in and out, round and round, through the long
waves of ecstasy and the contractions that accompanied
them, slowing slowly and then coming to a stop only when
he was sure that her pleasure was complete.
She had been remarkably silent through the entire
business, Random thought. Good thing, too, because he was
much keener to use the sword Orinda had been handling
some moments before than the one thrust into the earthen
floor of the cellar. "Undo me," he whispered as
he withdrew the hand with which he'd been finger-fucking
her and brought it to his mouth.
It took her a moment to manage his clothing before he
sprang free, and by the time she was done they were
kissing again, tongues twining in each other's mouths,
sharing the taste of her juices on his lips and the taste
of his salt sweat on hers.
Random took two careful steps forward and leaned forward
to brace Orinda's back against the earthen wall. She
continued to lean forward against him as he shifted her
weight. Her hands moved between them, positioning the
head of his cock between her slick nether lips. His first
thrust was gentle: enough to enter her, but little more.
The second thrust impaled her, pinning her buttocks
against the wall, evoking a gasp that might have been
pleasure or pain but for the smothered cries of delight
that followed it.
He plunged into her again and again, feeling her desire
rise and her hips moving to meet him again as his own
excitement mounted towards the inevitable culmination.
One of Orinda's arms was around his shoulders, her
fingers running through his golden locks. The other was
pulling him into her by the buttocks. In response to her
demands, his strokes sped up, lengthened, deepened.
Orinda let out a high, keening noise and the hand in his
hair clenched, painful, then released after a few long
moments. He knew she had come again, and the sensation of
it, pleasure and pain all mixed in at once, brought
Random over the edge himself as he rammed home one last
time and emptied himself inside her for what seemed like
hours of sustained pulses, even if it was only measured
in seconds or tens of seconds of objective time.
He stood there inside her, holding her against the wall
with his weight, for some long moments afterwards,
savoring the moment as she kissed his eyelids tenderly.
Then he held her against the wall as he withdrew before
setting her gently on the floor on her own two feet.
"Thanks," Orinda whispered, reaching down to
retrieve her undergarments.
"Oh, no," replied Random quietly, tucking
himself back into his trousers. "The pleasure was
all mine."
"Not all," Orinda rejoined, leaning up to kiss
him again. The kiss started gentle and sweet, but grew
deeper, and by the end of it Random felt a familiar
stirring returning to his loins. He slid his arms around
her and she leaned against him, quiet for a moment.
There was dead silence outside.
After about a minute, Orinda ventured, "I think it
might be safe to go out now."
Random's response was swift, and to the point: "Do
we have to?"
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