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[mezzmerized]

Alley,
I've been a huge fan of yours and more often than not a member since '99. It goes without saying that you are the most beautiful woman the planet, and you look younger now than you did 7 years ago! Anyway, here's an idea...How about a post where we narrate the galleries in one of your respective sets. I went ahead and did one, and maybe it's a little more fantasy than you'd like, but nevertheless...here's a narrative of your archived set "Blue Treasure." It probably only narrates through about page 4 of the set. After that it was left up to the imagination

Noontime rendezvous

Walking through the open front door into Alley’s living room, I see her squatting impiously on the couch. I can tell my late arrival is frustrating her. “What took you so long?” she bellowed before I could give her an excuse. “Sorry, I’m late,” I replied, unconsciously ignoring her question. “Not a good first impression” she said to me. “How long do we have?” she inquired. “Not long enough to work over the curves on your chassis” I quipped, noticing out of the corner of my eye she had moved to her knees and was working her panties off. As she leaned back to upright, I turned to her – Her boobs bursting out of her top, I also observed her runway. “Well kept lawn, it must be rain a lot around here,” I blurted, not thinking. I tried to cover with a wink, but moving to the end of the sofa Alley glared mockingly at me. “Your lunch is getting cold” she said, lustfully looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles, I shamefully saw my Johnson was at full attention. I glanced up at Ms. Baggett, whose eyes moved southward and then returned to meet mine. Subtly she dropped the straps off her top over her shoulder. Still kneeling, but turning her torso back to upright, she stammered “I didn’t invite you over for a private viewing, but I’d be happy to direct you to the art museum if you’d prefer.” “God, her attitude is sexy” I thought to myself, as the crease in her succulent left thigh caught my attention. I took my shirt off and marched to the sofa, ignoring the pulsing tent in my boxers. Going straight for her jawline, I began to caress her neck with my tongue. Tilting her head one way, then another, she was already panting. The back of her neck glistening with sweat, I knew that she was ready to rock my world. The straps of her see-thru top had dropped, and her supple breasts grazed my chest. I glanced down, mesmerized by the splendor of her mammaries, but she caught me. Planting her upside down index finger below my chin, she drew my attention back to her radiant face. “Wait,” she whispered, and as if feigning punishment, turned her back to me. Though momentarily stunned, I recovered and wrapped my left hand around her left thigh, smoothly stroking the full length of her thigh. I swept her hair around to the right side of her shoulders, exposing her upper shoulders and neck. Kissing her right behind the earlobe, I moved in behind her, her ass grazing the edge of my cock, which despite my boxer’s best effort at restraint, had doggedly made its way to fresh air. As my hand began to ascend Alley’s thick thigh, my tongue enveloped her lower ear. Her thigh quivered, she dropped to both knees and squeezed her thighs together, bathing my hand in the moisture from her beaver. My heart pounding, I knew it was on.

Parched from fervently bathing Alley with my tongue, and anticipating the catbath to come, I asked Alley if she wanted a glass of water. “Yes,” she responded, though the look she gave me was one of surprise. Having taken a few steps away, I glanced over my shoulder, and saw her fixed gaze upon me. “No finer creature has God placed on this great earth…Every piece of her puzzle is in perfect proportion to the rest. With a waist so tiny, yet a booty so big, I must have stumbled upon heaven’s gate; or is it the Devil’s lair?” I thought to myself. As I returned quickly, she was lying on her back, her thong stretched out and wrapped around both thighs. Her face looked as if in agony, as if the suspense was too much to bear. Kneeling down beside her, I handed her the glass of water, and whispered “what will happen if your man comes home”? “He’ll kill you” she replied, as I had started to run my fingers through her hair. Gulping, I asked “and the chances of that happening”? “Better than you think?” Somehow this response only aroused me even more, and removing my boxers, I knelt at the far edge of the couch, and began caressing every inch of her inner leg with my tongue. Starting with her right leg, I slowly made my way toward her jackpot, kissing her ankle bone, licking the length of her graceful calves. Midway up, I stopped to stroke the back of her knee with my tongue. Instantly I could see this was too much for her to bear, and arching her back, her face was hidden from my view by her enormous breasts. Moving on, I continued working up her right thigh, climaxing just a hair shy of her pussy. She lifted her head in surprise, and I lifted mine towards hers and kissed her gently on the lips. “Wait” I whispered softly in her ear, and descended to her left leg. My anxiety getting the best of me, I moved somewhat quicker than with the right. As I neared her pussy once again, I skipped over it and began to kiss her stomach. Ticklish, Alley began giggling, and muttered a “hurry the hell up down there already!” under her breath. After another couple minutes, I finally descended to Alley’s treasure. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, Alley arched her back and braced herself. I slowly massaged Alley’s clit with my tongue for several minutes, quickening the pace and then slowing it again. My hands wandered the circumference of Alley’s waist, clinging to her firm backside and pressing her womb against me. Her hand moved back and forth between passing her fingers through my hair and rubbing her labia. Moaning, Alley grabbed my chin and drew it towards her. Sitting up, her breasts were exposed in all their fullness. “I’m ready, and I want you in me” she said sternly. Realizing that I hadn’t yet touched my lips to the finest breasts ever made by the hands of God, I couldn’t help but focus my attention there. Her nipples stood on edge, fully ¾” piercing the roof of my mouth. I was amazed at the sheer enormity of her glory surrounding her nips – her areolas were impossible to wrap my lips around, and my throbbing cock longed to plant itself between her mountainous boobs. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my pulsing unit, and seconds later it had entered eternal bliss. The rest, as they say, is history. Alley’s vagina swallowed my cock, and as I worked my hips against the back of her thighs, I felt as if in a state of delirium. At one point, Alley sat up, pushed me back on my haunches, and lifted herself on top of me, all with the grace of a gymnast. I stared at the ceiling dumbstruck, in love with this petite beauty whom I had adored from a distance for such a long time. I gazed in adoration as her hips, abs, and breasts danced in jubilation. I grabbed at the sides of her waist, and she buried her breasts in my face until finally, we climaxed, together, as one as a man and his wife are to become one.

Exhausted, she lay on top of me, and for minutes neither of us spoke a word. Finally, looking at the clock, she said “you’re gonna be late getting back to work. Was it worth it?” Laughing, I rhetorically asked “does the queen gotta snatch?” Unleashing her womb from my flaccid cock, she gave me her left hand and we arose from the couch together. We embraced for long enough to know it meant something. She coyly raised her eyes to me, and smiling, inquired “So…was I the best?” “Yes,” I retorted, “of course you were the best Alley. You were the first,” I said softly as I leaned in and kissed her radiant cheek. Blushing, she stood in silence. I helped her into her panties and top, and we walked hand in hand out the door, Alley not even noticing (or caring) that she was holding a relatively strange man’s hand as she was dressed in see-through lingerie in her front-yard. “Under different circumstances, this blue treasure could be yours…” she said. “Yes, under different circumstances,” was all I could conjure up at the moment. I never saw Alley Baggett again after that day. But my rendezvous with her was the most passionate hour of my life. And to think, it all started with an innocent gesture at the grocery store – a man held the door for a woman. Though we may never meet again in this life, Alley, I hope that by grace we will meet again in the life to come.

With warm regards, mezzmerized.

[j3a]

wow, that was a whole lot to read... but i couldn't stop!!
great job mezzmerized!

...and welcome to the best forum on the net!!
hope to read some more in the future