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                              Tale of Forty Nights
                                    by Rastro
   "Hey, she answered my letter!"

   Sam had finally received a reply to his sex bulletin board letter to Sue.

His cock grew larger with anticipation and as it grew, it pushed against the

fabric of his pants. The friction increased his horny excitement.  The letter

read:

        Sam, your letter made my cunt so slippery just reading it.  I loved the

     part about you pawing the dirt and picking up my scent from the wind.  I'd

     let you ram your big stallion cock into me anytime.  But I'm half way

     across the country.  I can't visit unless you entice me a little.  You're

     going to have to write twenty juicy stories, one every other night, to

     make my cunt swell and drip and, to be fair, I'll write you twenty stories

     that will make you long to feel my cunt around your cock.  If you can

     fulfill this task, I'll give you the fuck of your life.

                                        Love,

                                           Sue

   Now, this was much more than Sam expected. Reading it put his dick in such a

state that beads of pre-cum stained his underwear.  He began the first story of

his adventure.

                                    Champagne



   I wouldn't have talked to her if she wasn't drinking champagne.  Not that

she didn't appeal to me. She was looking at me with the 'will he fuck me' look.

Her short denim skirt and white socks and athletic shoes left a lot of bare

leg, I felt that my hands were one pole of a magnet and her leg skin was the

other, that my hands would be drawn to touch her thighs, feeling their

smoothness and warmth, then drawn up, under that dress to her pantied ass and

cunt.  Her blouse aroused the same feelings in me, its looseness crying out to

me for her to lean toward me so I could look at her bare breasts. It put my

stomach in knots of nervousness and anticipation.

   I overcame my my nervousness and got up the guts to talk to her. The

conversation escalated from "Hi, how are you." to "you seem to be a warm

person" to "how'd you get to be so sexy!?" Finally I blurted out, "You look so

hot, I gotta get you home into a champagne bath."

   She looked at me strangely and I thought I'd blown it. "You want me to get

into a bathtub full of champagne? That's a lotta champagne."

   "Yeah, I know, we'll have to steal it first", I said. Her expression changed

to one of devilish delight as she moved one leg against the other. She got

closer to me allowing me to see her perky tits down her shirt.

   "A hard stud" (my cock was pretty prominent in my tight jeans) "with cute

buns whose got some imagination and daring! By the way, my name's Marie" I was

so excited I had to put my hand on her lovely round ass and, as I gave it a

squeeze, she put a hand on my bulge.



   The Excelsior Champagne Company has a warehouse in our town.  They're not

hard to break into and they never miss a few cases.  I've got a rope in the

pickup and that's all you need. You climb on the roof and lower yourself

through a skylight.  The windows are alarmed, but once you're inside, you can

get out through the front door. I could tell Marie would be the perfect

accomplice. Strong legs. Spunky. Imaginitive.

   I let Marie climb the warehouse wall first.  I was hoping to see up her

dress. The light was wrong for it, just those legs, legs I longed to have

wrapped around my waist. I climbed up after her, tied the rope to a piece of

pipe, and threw it through the skylight. I slid down the rope. The feeling of

the rope slipping past my cock aroused me all the more. That didn't have half

the effect of seeing Marie slide down the rope. I shined the flashlight up at

her, under her dress. Thin, blue silk, and not much of it shielded her from my

sight. I could only see her ass cheeks with the panty lines across them. I

wished I was that rope, rubbing against her cunt.

   Marie slid the last couple feet pretty quickly.  "Woooohoo, hey this is

intense!", she yelled. I could see the blush on her. I knew the friction had

taken a worse toll on her. She jumped me, put her lips on mine and wrapped a

leg around my front and one against my ass. Marie's body was delightfully soft

and warm and available but a noise from the corner made us jump. Mice.  Anyway

we loaded the champagne on the back of the pickup and headed for my house.



Marie and I headed for the bathroom with the champagne. I could see her better

in the houselight.  Her nipples were erect against the clingy blouse and her

green eyes let me know she wanted to spend the rest of the night with me

hopping in and out of her.  She opened two bottles at once. The corks were

aimed at my swollen crotch and hit their mark.  Marie must have felt the same

about me as I did about her, then. She bent way over while emptying the bottles

into the tub giving me a beautiful view of her ass.  I could see the lines made

by her cunt lips against her panties and her moisture made her underwear darker

there. I popped a cork at her ass, lifted the front of her skirt with a quick

motion and shoved the bottle down the front of her panties, its tip against her

cunt lips. Champagne squirted past her clit, down through her bush and between

the crack in her ass.

   Marie arched back and pulled my hand with the champagne bottle along her

cunt. What a cunt it was! She'd shaved all of the hair except for a light brown

patch on either side of the lips. Her lips were pink against the green bottle.

I had her champagne stained panties around her ankles in no time at all. I put

both hands up her blouse, pushing against those soft breasts with stiff

nipples.  The shirt went over her head; she shook her hair free.

   Marie was whooping it up, her bare bottom and legs soaked with champagne.

She got me back by popping a bottle into my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping

them to reveal my cock in wet, sheer underwear.  "A wet T-shirt contest for

me", yelled the greedy Marie as she stripped the flimsy underwear from around

my cock by pushing her cunt and ass against it. Her hands were on my chest,

popping the buttons off of my shirt, running her fingers over my nipples and

through my curly chest hair.

   I got the condom out of my pocket, but Marie took it from me. She grasped my

rod with one hand and slid the condom over the tip. "Oooh, you're making my

pussy ache", squealed Marie, "please, fill me up with your dick!".  She sat on

my cock, the tip pressing against her warm, wet, resilient cunt. Her little up

and down motions made it pop in and out of her. She gave me a lusty look and

plunged full force onto my cock.



   The push knocked me off of the bathtub edge and into the tub. I went under

the champagne with Marie's jiggling body on top of me. I barely managed to get

my head up to breathe and took in quite a mouthful of the alcoholic liquid.

Bubbles shot up against my balls. The bubbles must have had some effect on

Marie, because she was yelping and moaning and jumping all over my cock. Her

cumming had driven her out of control. She was oblivious to my fate as she

pushed me under again.

   The champagne had me woozy and unable to struggle.  My thrashing either

pushed my cock into her, or pulled it out of her, causing champagne to rush

over her clit with greater force. Finally, I managed to flip her over, making

sure that she wouldn't drown. I could feel every millimeter of her cunt

pressing against my cock, contracting in spasms against it.  That feeling of

pushing cunt flesh aside drove me wild, so wild that I could feel my nuts

tightening, feel my cock throbbing spastically and feel the jism shooting out

of it in ecstasy and into Marie.



(To be continued in Chapter two next week)



Note: Champagne is sensuous stuff and those bottles' shapes probably remind you

     of one of your favorite organs.  However, it is not safe to insert an open

     bottle into any body orifice other than the mouth. A suction will develop

     inside the bottle, drawing it into your or your friend's body.  The people

     at the hospital will look at you awful funny when you walk in with a

     bottle sticking out of your ass.