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(Thanks for getting into it enough to stay for pt.2!)





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                       Handscan
                      (Part Two)
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                    by Ellison Bay@END_FILE_ID.DIZ







     "I must be a sight," she said, dabbing at her eyes.

     She no longer tried to keep her breast covered with her
hand. It did not sag in spite of its size and rubbing against
Mike's sweater had made the entire nipple swell. The side
lighting they were using emphasized the way it now softly
stood out from its snowy white base.

     "You are gorgeous," he said, wishing he could express
better what he was starting to feel.

     "I wish I were," she whispered, "but we're supposed to be
taking pictures, remember?"

     She leaned back and again held her left boob up so that
he could take a few snapshots. He took some, being careful to
crop out the upper portion of her globe; then he snapped a few
of the whole thing, the nipple now clearly bulging through her
spread fingers. Under his jeans, his cock was resembling a
thick ivory pole and was beginning to make him quite
uncomfortable.

     He finished up a last few shots and excused himself so he
could re-arrange his jewels in the kitchen. He came back out
with the bottle of Champagne and refilled their glasses. To
Mike's disappointment she had tied the sheet around the back
of her neck, covering her chest, and was now seated in the
upholstered chair.

     "You're really interesting, Mike," she told him. "Have
you read all those books you have?"

     "Why, yes, of course," he responded.

     "Then you must have read this one,"

     Roxy she pulled a large book from the cushion of the
chair and held it out. It was 'The Art of Sexual Ecstasy', a
book about far eastern Tantric love-making techniques.

     "Yes, Rox, I have . . . several times," Mike admitted.

     "You must have, like, a bunch of girlfriends."

     "No, actually I don't. In just read stuff like that so
I'll be a good partner when I do get into a serious
relationship."

     "You've got to be kidding," she laughed. "You're too good
to be true! God, I'm so used to that asshole I used to date
that you seems like a dream. Plus you're cute AND built - if
you don't mind me saying so." She was looking directly at the
middle of his clearly inflated jeans.

     Feeling extremely self-conscious, he gathered up the
photographic equipment and brought it over to the chair along
with the rest of the Champagne. He filled her glass and poured
what was left in his own.

     "I'm going to need this if I'm going to let you take a
picture of my other tattoo," Roxy said, draining her glass.
"Get everything ready, Mike."

     She got up from the sofa as he repositioned the light
near the wing-chair as he put another role of film in the
Polaroid. As he glanced up, his whole body was electrified by
the sight in front of him. Roxy was standing and staring at
him as she untied the ends of the sheet behind her neck and
let the entire thing fall to the carpet.

     She was gorgeous beyond his imaginings. The lights cast
shadows around her eyes and with her long hair almost covering
her face, she seemed unreal. Her full breasts thrust through
the cascading hair and were prominent in the light, the
nipples even bigger and darker than before. Under them, a ripe
belly descended to flaring hips and disappeared into a dark
hollow where an even darker triangle was vaguely visible.
Again, he saw faint glints of copper in it where the light
struck the top of an occasional errant hair. Her long legs
only seem to emphasize the dark secret atop them. She sat back
down on the chair, keeping her face partially covered with her
hair.

     So she HADN'T been wearing a thong, Mike thought to
himself.

     "Come on over, if you want to look at it," she said
seductively.

     "What?", Mike said weakly.

     "The tattoo, silly!", she laughed. "Get the camera ready
'cause I'm only going to do this once."

     He set up the Polaroid, wondering exactly what he was
going to shoot - and where. All he knew was that he could snap
the picture without using his hands. His cock was now
permanently-set concrete and he no longer even made an attempt
to hide it.

     "Wait," he said, "I've got to have another drink!" He got
the second out of the refrigerator and brought it to where
they were set up.

     "That's not a bad idea!" Roxy exclaimed as she held out
her glass.

     Mike struggled to get the cork out as fast as he could.
There was a loud pop as the cork sailed to the ceiling and the
wine gushed out of the opening and all over Mike.

     "Shit!", he exclaimed angrily. Roxy exploded into
laughter, and Mike couldn't help admiring her giggling tits.
His clothes were soaked through, so he stood up and stripped
off his sweater.

     "I gotta get this ice-cold shit off me!" he said,
unbuttoning his pants.

     Her laughter abruptly stopped and he saw that she was now
staring at him. He couldn't see her eyes in the reflected
light but continued, peeling the wet jeans off. Standing
upright, his dick pushed the front of his shorts out far
enough in front that the waistband now no longer met his
waist.

     "I guess I better go get some dry clothes," he said
turning to go to the bedroom. He was in profile now between
the flood lamp and Roxanne and knew that she could see the
outline of his thickened pole through his underwear.

     "No way," she demanded, "why should I be the only one
like this?"

     "OK", he said, and sat back down behind the camera.

     He crossed his legs indian-style and looked at Roxy. She
was now openly staring at the tent that now rose pointedly
above his lap. He suddenly noticed that her nipples now seemed
darker, and sharp buttons now appeared in the center of each
plump aureola. He could also see the skin of her breasts rise
in goose-bumps.

     "You'll probably have to move to get the other.  My second
tattoo is kind of small and I want to make sure you get a good
shot of it," she told him.

     He moved the tripod to within three feet of the armchair
and again checked its settings. When he told her when he was
ready, she promptly stood up and turned around. Mike had never
seen a sexier behind in his life. Her strong yet
vulnerable-looking back trailed to a slim waist, below which
her hips widened dramatically to frame her ass. Although
large, its globes were white as baby's skin and didn't have an
ounce of cellulite on it. She had two darling little dimples
just above it, and it hollowed on the sides, verifying the
tone of its muscles. He could just barely see a small colorful
tattoo on the bottom of one cheek.

     "I'm going to have to get in closer," he warned her as he
began to move in with the camera.

     "I know," she breathed softly.

     He centered the viewfinder on the small design and began
taking a few pictures. Once set, he no longer had to use the
camera sight and he allowed himself to lean to one side and
admire her charms while continuing to snap away. He could see
a few tendrils of hair where her strong butt-cheeks met her
thighs and he could feel his excitement grow even greater; he
could feel his Jockeys being permanently stretched out of
shape. Looking back up, he caught her once again glancing at
his rigid condition.

     She turned her head away again half-smiling and slowly
bent over at the aist, resting her arms on the chair seat
cushion. This caused her pubes to come clearly into view and
Mike thought he might shoot his load right then and there: he
had never felt so aroused in his life. He stared at her thick,
pouting pussy-lips snugly protruding from her bush while her
little pink asshole seemed to wink at him from between the
slightly parted buns.

     Mike began to wonder if now was the time to make his move
when he noticed that a finger had appeared between her upper
thighs and slowly began to caress the now carmined lips. He
stared fascinated as it traced along the pubic cleavage
gently, starting at her crinkly rosebud and drawing itself all
the way back to her mons. As she reached back up to repeat the
maneuver, he noticed a light shine of moisture on her
fingertip. She was obviously getting wet from her own
performance and this served to excite him even more.

     Her finger now began to invade her vulva and he watched
it dip slightly into her cunt and caress the opening. Her dark
red sausage-roll lips admitted then surrounded the digit. As
she briefly withdrew it, he saw a fat, pink clitoris
protruding from the top of her labial juncture. Mike felt a
shudder go through him as she grasped it with two fingers --
gently pulling then releasing it -- and made it stand even
more prominently than before.

     Mike could stand it no more and he got to his knees
directly behind her while she maintained her position. He
grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them, intending to lick the
moist twat. Instead, she continued her self-manipulation only
inches from his face, watching him watching her. He inhaled
the heady aroma emanating from her as her finger buried itself
in her own pussy, her breath beginning to catch as it sped up.
A second finger joined the first and he could now see her
sweet dew collecting on them. He started to reach up to tease
her clit while she sank her digits deep into her soaked hole,
but she abruptly stopped, stood up and turned to face him.

     "Oh no!" she said coyly, "You're not going to leave those
shorts on all night while I'm like this, are you?"

     Mike got up, stood back a few steps with a shit-eating
grin on his face, and stripped off his briefs. This time it
was Roxy's turn to gasp as he stood back up and she gazed at
his hard-on. It rose from its nest of hair at a 10 o'clock
angle and throbbed in time with his raging pulse. His seven
inches was only slightly longer than average, but he knew that
its two inch diameter made it look impressive when fully
erect. And he was more erect than he ever thought he'd been.
His full balls, clearly visible beneath his fully standing
member, swayed back and forth whenever he moved. He noticed
her staring at his crotch with wide, surprised eyes.

     "That's the same dick I saw on your computer!", she
exclaimed with shock.

     "Well," Mike grinned, "you said you wanted a better look
at it."

     "Come here, you," she said sitting back down on the
chair, "What I didn't say was what I really wanted to do with
it."

     As he approached her she reached out and wrapped her
still wet hand around his erection, drawing him directly in
front of her. He looked down and watched her large breasts
squeeze together as her other hand reached for his testicles.
She held his penis up out of the way against his stomach and
admired the bloated balls hanging below, taking them
separately in her hand and lightly squeezing them. She bent
down and took one in her mouth, rolling it around, then
releasing it to turn her attention to the other. Each time,
as she released the wet morsels, she used her lips to pull on
the skin sack that enclosed them.

     Mike's cock was now screaming for attention, and as if
she could hear his thoughts she reached up to bring his rigid
organ down in front of her and wrap her lips around the pink
head. He could feel her tongue lave it while her fingers
encircled the base. She released his prick and it bobbed to
its formerly upright angle, the head shining. She grabbed both
sides of his hips and slowly dragged her tongue up the exposed
underside, ending with a flurry of short licks where his glans
joined the hard column of his erection.

     He began to get that icy feeling in his cock that warned
of imminent ejaculation, so he tried to pull away from the
erotic treatment he was now receiving. Roxy was having none of
it and pulled him even closer, her mouth now completely
enclosing his thick joint and sucking on it strongly.

     "You gotta stop Roxy...I'm getting close to...it's been
too long and I...I can't hold back if you keep...," Mike tried
to warn her.

     In response, she reached up and played with his full
balls. He could see her lips wrapped tightly around his meat
and her cheeks drawn in as the suction she was giving his dick
was increased. He closed his eyes and heard the quiet slurping
sounds she was producing fade against a building roar in his
ears.

     Finally, he could stand no more and he held her head
immobile in his hands, involuntarily sliding his cock in and
out of her greedy mouth. As his excitement built to a peak and
he could feel his seed start to pump up into her mouth. Her
eyes widened as he jerked more and more of his semen into her
and she could not swallow fast enough to keep up with the
flood. Small rivulets of come appeared on either side of her
mouth and flowed down her chin, landing on her chest and
trailing into her cleavage. When she felt his emissions slow
and stop, she took his spermy penis out of her mouth and
carefully licked it clean. Mike again spasmed a couple of more
times from the intense feeling that this, too, gave him.

     As she looked up at him and smiled, he could see that she
had not wiped his semen from her mouth and chin and it shined
in the light. He stepped back from her for a moment and took
in a mental snapshot he knew he would never forget. She was
still on her knees, but had sat back on her calves and was
watching him with a hungry look in her smiling eyes. Her
round, now-pebbled nipples were dark against her large
breasts. The sitting position made her tummy pooch tenderly
and added to the aura of total ripeness Mike recognized
that she constantly exuded. Dark bush fluffing slightly above
flaring, joined thighs, she was everything he had fantasized
about physically; and he was intrigued by her person as well.

     "Like what you see?", she asked after a long moment.

     Without speaking, he walked over to her and helped her
up. They stood, pressing their full lengths against each
other, fitting perfectly. He held the full moons behind her in
each hand, weighing them in turn. She wiped her mouth and
pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply. He sucked on her
tongue using the same motion she had used on his now flaccid
member. Breaking the kiss, he picked her up in his arms and
lay her down on the sofa. She allowed her legs to part
slightly and did not move, waiting for him to do what she
hoped was coming.

     He knelt alongside the couch and turning her, drew her
hips to the edge of the cushion. He spread her legs further,
allowing one foot to rest on the floor while lifting the other
thigh atop his shoulder. Starting at her knee, he sensuously
licked and sucked the top and insides of each leg, slowly
working up her thighs. He stopped here and there to softly
bite and suck the firm, soft meat and leave a trail of blushed
wet-marks. Glancing up, he saw her eyes were watching his
mouth climb up her leg. He watched her breath growing faster
and shallower the higher he got and her nostrils flared with
each new inhalation.

     When he reached her crotch he felt its heat and breathed-
in its musk. He took the single, plump left lip in his mouth
and peeled it away from its twin sister. He slid his mouth up
and down the length of it, sucking on it as he did. He
repeated the process on the other lip as she began to make
small mewling sounds and gently grinding her bottom on the
cushions beneath her.

     The wetness she was producing began to seep out of her
and run down the crack of her ass into the sofa fabric. The
glistening bottoms of her butt-cheeks, wet with sweat as much
as from her leaking natural lubrication, were tightly pressed
against themselves. He took the tops of her rubbery lips in
his fingers and spread them to lay bare her engorged clitoris.
Mike knew it would be extremely sensitive so he barely touched
the tip at first and concentrated on tonguing the area around
the base of the little horn. The touch, so close to her
trigger, seemed to send a jolt of electricity through Roxy and
she started to moan in earnest and cup her own breasts.

     He could not wait any longer and, pausing in his clitoral
ministrations to lower his head, he boldly inserted his tongue
into her hot vaginal canal. He felt her warm pussy-lips around
the outside of his mouth as he reached as deeply into her
wetness as his tongue would reach. He withdrew it when it was
coated with her essence. The taste of her was sweet and he
noted the viscous texture of her syrup, knowing that it would
help ease any penetration into the wonderfully-tight chamber
he now knew that she possessed.

     But not now, he thought. First, he wanted to make her
come the way he had -- strongly and in his mouth.

     He returned to Roxy's clit and this time softly enclosed
the whole organ with his mouth. Elegantly, he began to use
the broad underside of his tongue to revolve around it using
only the lightest of contact. She quickly picked up his
rhythm and moved her hips around in cadence with his
cunnilingus. He gradually increased the downward pressure of
his tongue as much as he judged her super-sensitive little
erection could stand.

     Glancing up, he watched as she held her own inflated
nipples between her index fingers and her thumbs, pulling on
them lightly and drawing her whole breast up with it. He was
never a "tit-man", but they somehow looked huge from this
angle and extremely erotic.

     Mike brought up his hand and slowly insinuated a single
finger into her open vagina. He worked it gently at first,
lubricating the length of it with her heated juices, around
the clasping interior of her. Then he concentrated on firmer
the upper ridged roof, applying pressure to her G-spot area.

     Sweat began to show in tiny beadlets over her body as she
quit fondling herself and let her arms lie slack at her sides.
She was now breathing like a racehorse and he suddenly tasted
a salty difference in her secretions: she was getting ready to
come. The once-prominent clitoris seemed to melt away beneath
his tongue, but he continued his rhythmic oral massage exactly
as before, knowing from this that she was almost "there". A
second finger joined the first inside her and he lightly
dragged his clenched teeth up and down where her little pip
had stood. As her moans came louder and louder, he knew that
it was time. He spread his fingers inside her and used the
tips of both to massage her G-spot while he gently took the
whole area of her once-prominent clitoris between his lips.
He rhythmically sucked on it with his nose buried in her
hot, fragrant bush.

     He felt her legs suddenly lock around the back of his
neck as she came in his mouth. She grabbed his head and pulled
it against her with surprising strength and he heard her
emitting a low "UhhhUhhhhUhhhhhh" as shudders racked her body.
Her orgasm went on for longer than he expected and he
continued to suck her and fill her gently with his dripping
fingers, riding the storm on out until he could see that she
started coming down.

     She tried to close her thighs as she began to find the
lingual contact too painful on her throbbing pussy, so he
stopped and lapped the outsides of her vulva to bring her down
gently. Very slowly, he withdrew his fingers and he leaned in
and planted a long, deep french kiss on the sopping lips of
her pussy when he thought she could stand it. He could think
of no other way to express the intimacy he felt for her.

     Roxy pulled him up alongside her on the sofa but couldn't
yet speak, so they just lay together in silence as she caught
her breath. Then she leaned over, looked into his eyes and
kissed him. The kiss conveyed to Mike not just sexual meaning
but a sense of what he himself was feeling.

     "It's never been that good before with someone doing
that," she whispered to him. "I felt like you were really
loving me with your mouth."

     "I was . . ." Mike replied, looking into her eyes.









                      To Be Continued.....?



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