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Subject: {ASSM} Laura Smith "Land of the Wild Cocks" (M?/F oral) sort of a new author
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This is only my second story. If anyone remembers my first one, you might
discover some similar themes. But since I'm not a very experienced writer, I
have to write about what's on my mind.
If anyone has any feedback, I would love to hear from you. Heck, you can
even just say hello.
lauras_1979@hotmail.com
I hope you like this one.
Laura
Land of the Wild Cocks
By Laura Smith
For some reason, Laura thought about the way David looked in the bathtub.
Just below the surface, his limp penis waved lazily back and forth like an
anemone moving with the soft slosh of the waves. The loose skin of his
balls, which were nestled in the floating mat of hair, reminded her of the
coily octopus at the aquarium. When she touched him, the tip of his cock
nosed up out of the water like a submarine - later, the thick salty jet of
come left little white tendrils floating through the water, shredding as
they dissolved.
Laura shook her head. She wasn't paying attention to the road, or to the
scenery. A line of low grass-topped dunes hid the ocean; the sky was
cloudless and deep blue - a beautiful day. She inhaled the warm sea air and
exhaled, sighing as her hand slipped down onto the empty seat beside her.
The vacation they had planned together. Laura's doubts rose again: was it
crazy to come anyway, alone? But the tickets were nonrefundable - all that
money, why waste it? The resort would have accepted a cancellation - she
had called, coming so close to calling it off - but the airfare would have
been lost, a write-off, just like the relationship. At the time, she
thought she could use the week to forget about David, to make a new
beginning - maybe even meet someone here - but his absence was palpable, a
yawning vacancy in the seat beside her.
Plenty of women caught their boyfriends cheating, Laura imagined. But to
actually walk in on him fucking somebody else was an unusually cruel blow.
When she slipped into the apartment quietly - David was often taking a nap
at that time of day - the sound was immediately unmistakable. Their bed had
a peculiar creak, and the rhythm could be nothing else. Laura crept to the
half-open bedroom door. On top, the woman had her back turned, but Laura
recognized the blond hair spilling over her shoulders right away - up until
that moment one of her close friends. David's face was hidden, but Laura
could see his hands, grasping the woman's ass so hard his fingernails were
white, and she could see his cock, or a little of it at least -David had
such a nice cock - the glistening underside of it revealed and hidden again
as he pushed it in and out. Laura watched, unable to move, until they
finished and collapsed onto each other in a sweaty, gasping heap. Then she
let herself silently out of the apartment.
Her eyes had misted over. She pulled the car off to the side of the
deserted road and let the gentle breeze and the sound of the distant
breaking surf calm her. She had yet to see the ocean although the sounds
and smells of it were overwhelming. The long featureless line of dunes had
run alongside the road since she turned onto it almost an hour before.
Suddenly Laura couldn't wait to see the water, the sand, whatever lay just
on the other side of those dunes. She gathered a few things from the back
seat and after locking the rental car, slowly began to climb the shifting
sand.
The view from the top took her breath away. Water so blue set against
blazing white sand - in the resort brochures she cynically assumed the
colors were all retouched, but this was stunning. Looking up and down the
beach, there was not a person in sight, nor any other sign of human
presence. Laura picked her way through the clumps of dry beach grass at the
top of the dune and descended towards the inviting empty stretch of sand
below.
Close to the high tide mark, she dropped her towel and water bottle, kicked
off her sandals and waded into the ocean. The first wave lapping her feet
felt electric - so cool, and the salt made it feel fizzy, like champagne.
Laura went in deeper, to where the low surf broke, just wetting the fringe
of her shorts. She walked along for a while, parallel to the beach, wishing
she had put on her swimsuit; the water was so delightful. Finally, she
could not keep herself out of it - her clothes would all dry again quickly
in this heat - and she plunged in up to her neck and began to swim.
Laura was athletic and proud of her body. She never felt like a real
beauty, but she knew her muscles were firm and she enjoyed feeling them
work. She swam vigorously up and down the beach several times, just beyond
the breaking surf. Her baggy shorts felt waterlogged and heavy around her
thighs. Laura let the sand come up beneath her feet and stopped, looking up
and down the empty beach. No one was around; and even if the beach had been
full of people, none of them would know, she decided.
She slipped off the shorts, and then her panties, rolling them into a tight
bundle that she held tightly beneath the water. The feeling of nakedness
was thrilling. Laura had taken her top off at the beach one time, but that
was a completely different thing - immediately she had felt the roving eyes
of men on her. But to go bottomless - so much more intimate - and still be
hidden from view gave her a strange charge. Laura waded around that way for
several minutes before moving to deeper water so she could pull of her
tank-top as well and tread water completely naked while clutching all her
things tightly in one fist.
When she grew tired and the novelty of swimming about naked in the open
water had worn off somewhat, Laura slipped back into her wet clothes and
waded back to shore. She thought about pulling her things off again and
sunbathing in the nude - everything would dry more quickly that way - but
the wide-open expanse of beach made her a little self-conscious. Someone
could pop up over the top of those dunes without any notice. Scanning the
low grassy dunes, she saw a place not far away where the shoulder of one
dune jutted out beyond its neighbors. It looked as if there might be a
sheltered area there.
As Laura crossed the sand her wet clothes began to feel uncomfortable; the
salt water made them itchy. It would be nice to get out of them until they
had dried.
The hollow between the dunes turned out to be larger than Laura expected,
and in that shaded area the grasses had grown more thickly, and there were
even a few small shrubs sprouting here and there. An excellent spot, she
decided. Picking her way through the low bushes, Laura headed for a small
clearing a few yards ahead that seemed to be bordered by a clump of a
different kind of plant life.
When Laura entered the clearing, she dropped her things to the ground at
first without a second thought, and then whirled around as something out of
the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was the clump of small dark
plants she had seen from farther back; they weren't plants at all - somebody
had buried about twenty or thirty fake penises in the sand! Laura turned
quickly again, half expecting to find someone observing, laughing at her
reaction, but she was alone.
What a stupid thing to do! She thought, snorting to herself. But then she
began to laugh. They looked so ridiculous - each one nestled in its little
bed of hair. Limp and curled up, some of them encrusted with sand, they
looked like a bunch of sea-plants, or a weird little cactus garden.
Cautiously, she moved closer to have a look. These weren't dildos - they
were far too lifelike, and they were flaccid. Who would make a flaccid
dildo anyway? Who would ever buy one? She decided to pull up the one
closest to her and have a look at it. But when she touched it, she sprang
back. It was so lifelike! And it was warm... Well, it had been in the sun
half a day, she reasoned, and it was probably made of some very fancy rubber
material, maybe a medical school model, or something. Laura got down on her
knees beside it and was just about to touch it again when she gave a start.
It moved! She watched with fascination as the penis lazily rolled off to
one side, like and old dog turning over in its sleep. The motion was so
lifelike. Laura shivered with a mixture of horror and fascination. She had
seen David's cock do just the same thing. Once, when he was sleeping, Laura
had gently pulled the covers off him and blown lightly over his cock and
balls. He hadn't come awake, but his cock had made the same lazy turning
motion, sensitive to the slightest puff of air.
Laura stared at it for some time, but it did not move again. Perhaps she
had been responsible for the movement herself. After all, she had touched
it o moment before...
Feeling slightly silly, Laura reached out gingerly and touched the curled-up
penis again, lifting it upright between her thumb and forefinger, just the
way she would have done if it had been real. Under her fingertips, she felt
a pulse pounding. It had to be her own, she decided, until she sensed the
odd stirrings and felt it slowly grew erect. Laura continued to hold on as
the penis grew rigid and stood straight up from the sand. After a moment,
she felt self-conscious when she realized her mouth had dropped open at the
amazing spectacle.
Laura let go and began to dig in the sand beside the penis. It was so
life-like! She had to know how it was being done. But the sand was only a
few inches deep and then her fingernails scraped a surface that was hard,
slick and unyielding. What was going on here? She flopped back on her
haunches and looked about at the odd scene - all of these penises, in all
sizes and colors, sticking up out of the sand.
The one she had touched was already beginning to droop. That too was so
life-like, she decided, that need for constant attention. Laura absently
reached out and gave the half-engorged head a light pat, and immediately the
penis responded by surging upward again.
It reminded her of her old dog, Argus, the one she'd had as a child - the
way his wet nose was always straining towards her, snuffling under the
dinner table, waiting for a pat on the head or a juicy morsel, never able to
stand it when she ignored him, and drooping sadly if she took her hand away,
even for a second. When she was twelve, Laura discovered the special tingle
that went through her when Argus' warm breath or wet tongue brushed the
inside of her leg, far up under her dress. Beneath the table, with the rest
of the family oblivious to what she was doing, Laura hiked up her skirts,
luring Argus forward with a tasty scrap of meat held deep between her
thighs. And then one day she hit upon the idea of rubbing a little of the
warm gravy on her underpants and guiding the dog's eager nose all the way to
her crotch. She could still feel it vividly - the prodding of his nose, and
then the rhythmic lap, lap, lap of his thick warm tongue. She would get up
from the table, feeling flushed, her genitals thick and swollen, pulsating.
And, alone in her room, she ran her hands up under her dress and felt the
sticky mixture of gravy, saliva, and the curious moisture that was still
oozing out of her...
Laura shook her head. One had had slipped between her legs, while the other
had continued absently stroking the upright penis. It looked purple and
swollen. Laura wondered how far the realism would go. Could it have an
orgasm, she wondered, you know, send out its little squirt of sperm? She
began to stroke it with all her fingers curled about the shaft, watching as
the balls seemed to shrink and draw up tight to the base of it. And then
suddenly, without warning, it shot a fat dollop of semen onto her wrist and
forearm, immediately followed by another spasmodic ejaculation that landed
in the sand. Laura squeezed tight and felt the organ throbbing against her
palm as more of the semi-opaque thick white liquid continued to slowly pour
from it. Laura let her hand move down to the balls, and when she touched
them, the penis gave another small jerk and she could see a fresh surge of
semen issue forth. When she drew her hand away, she realized her heart was
beating quite fast and her breath was coming in short little gasps.
When she caught her breath, Laura found herself carefully crawling between
the penises sprouting up from the sand. Here and there, she stopped to
examine specimens she found interesting for one reason or another. A few of
them she stroked, so that she might see what they looked like when erect
before moving on. She had a moment's guilt that she was being a tease, but
then, who was going to say anything.
At last, she found one of just the right proportions. With a little water
from her bottle, she washed off the encrusted sand before placing her lips
gingerly around the head of it. The feeling was certainly realistic on her
lips and tongue as the organ began to swell and push itself further into her
mouth. It tasted more or less as she would have expected - a mildly
cum-like salty, fishy taste that was certainly more pleasant than some of
the real men she had been with.
Laura had chosen a smallish but well-proportioned penis, one she thought she
might be able to take in entirely. After she had coaxed it with her lips,
tongue and fingers to what she assumed was its maximum size, Laura slowly
lowered her mouth over it. The throbbing, tapered head of it was just
nudging that back of her throat as her lips felt the ticklish touch of the
curly hairs sprouting from its base.
Slowly, she began to move her mouth over the length of it, pausing each time
it was completely inside of her. She discovered that the organ could swell
to an even greater size when she pleasured it this way, but now she had
grown more relaxed and confident so that she could still contain all of it.
As she nodded up and down with increasing speed, Laura pondered the wisdom
of letting it erupt in her mouth. After all, she had no idea whose sperm
this was - if it was even real at all.
But feeling the telltale strains and jerks of the penis grasped tightly
between her lips, Laura decided that this was something she simply couldn't
pass up. And then, all at once, her mouth was filled with the thick warm
sperm. She felt it squirt against the back of her throat, almost causing
her to gag, but she continued to milk it, sucking harder to see how many
ejaculations she could elicit before the penis lost its strength and went
soft inside of her.
When she felt she had sucked the last drop from it, Laura sat back, and
while rinsing her mouth out, watched the organ shrink and curl up like a
balloon deflating on the sand.
Laura suddenly felt a wave of self-consciousness. What if someone was
watching her? And what could this possibly mean, all of these penises
buried in the sand, like a weird little secret garden? She looked about
again. The little clearing was truly secluded. The taller foliage hid the
dune tops and the ocean lay over a low ridge, out of view. If anyone was
spying on her, they would have to be in an airplane high above, or have a
camera hidden somewhere. The notion that someone would construct this setup
in the middle of nowhere and then wait for someone to stumble onto it seemed
far-fetched. She had stopped the car here on a whim. Nothing along the
road indicated this spot to be special. And she had only stumbled onto the
little clearing quite by accident. She pinched herself: no, this wasn't a
dream either.
Her clothes were half dry now and beginning to feel itchy, reminding Laura
that she had originally looked for a secluded spot in order to do some
sunbathing. She nimbly tiptoed out from among the penises back to where she
had dropped her things. After spreading out her towel, Laura slipped off
her damp salty clothing and lay face down, letting the sun warm her back.
The sand beneath her felt hot even through the towel and not particularly
soft. Hard packed, there were odd lumps in it digging into various parts of
her body. One such bump, perhaps a stone or small piece of driftwood, was
digging into her pubic bone. Laura shifter position so that the bump
pressed against the softer flesh of her vulva, like a man's erection probing
her though a stiff pair of jeans.
Laura propped herself up on her forearms and looked at the little grove of
penises a few feet away, now directly at eye level. She didn't know what to
make of it all. She found the experience arousing, but only mildly so. She
enjoyed fellatio, giving hand jobs, and all the other ways of pleasing her
man, but this experience wasn't quite the same. There was nothing like
watching the look on his face when he came, listening to the sounds he made,
or feeling the way his body twitched and jerked as he lost control.
The first time she had done David: that had been special. They had known
each other as friends for several months. Although Laura knew she wanted
him, she had been shy and they had hardly ever spoken. And then there was
the party. A friend living in one of the high rises downtown invited Laura
over, and when she saw David there too, something in her gave way.
Fortifying her courage with a few drinks, she had sought him out and flirted
with him in the best way she knew. Much to her surprise and relief, David
seemed to enjoy the attention and responded in kind.
Much later in the evening, they found themselves alone together on the
darkened balcony, exchanging a series of more and more passionate kisses.
Laura felt a kind of wild abandon as she pushed him to the railing and stood
beside him. David gave a start when her fingers found the hard shaft of his
penis through his trousers, but he let her proceed to tease him even harder
and then helped her undo his fly.
Looking down, Laura could just make out David's penis, pointing off the
balcony between the metal rails like the proud prow of an old sailing ship.
She saw him fighting to control himself, trying not to cry out, as her hand
stroked the velvet hard shaft of his penis, faster, faster. And she
trembled when she heard him groan, a low rumble torn from his very depths as
he shot a great arc of semen, glistening for an instant as it caught the
light before disappearing into the darkness below. And then he was talking
to her, breathlessly, telling her not to stop, and she felt him groan and
shudder again, sending forth another ejaculation, and another, followed by
another...
While thinking about David, Laura arched her back and thrust with her
pelvis, pressing her clitoris against the hard lump in the sand. Thinking
about David's semen, she could almost feel its wetness trickling between her
legs.
Laura raised herself on all fours before letting her body collapse again
into a ball, with her breasts pressed into the top of her thighs. When she
got up it again, she moved slowly and with deliberation back towards the
little grove of penises. It seemed to Laura that she must have looked at
each one of them twice - some of them three times - searching for just the
right one. She was growing more aroused as she touched them one by one and
felt them stir beneath her fingers. But she couldn't rush into this. She
knew that even though the deliberate search felt excruciating, she would
appreciate it more in the end if she chose well. And at last she found what
she had been looking for - a penis thicker than the rest, and swarthy, like
David's.
Laura brought it fully erect with her hands, fingers and tongue, before
straddling it and moving the head to the engorged lips of her vagina. When
she pressed herself down on it, the breath caught in her lungs for a moment.
She felt as if the thick, stiff organ might split her in two. When she
felt the ticklish-soft balls against her behind, Laura waited, concentrating
on every inch of the warm and throbbing penis inside of her. The sand felt
warm and damp beneath her knees as she pressed down, raising herself and
feeling the penis slide back out of her.
She began deliberately moving herself up and down, letting the thick
mushroom-shaped head slip all the way outside of her so that when she
lowered herself again, she could feel her vagina grasp and conform to each
ridge along its length. Laura sucked on her middle finger and then brought
it down to her clitoris. Pressing herself hard into the sand, with the
throbbing erection probing deep inside of her, she experienced a wracking
orgasm that seemed to go on and on as long as she could stand it. At last,
she flopped backwards, completely satiated.
The penis was still completely hard, a dark shade of purple, and glistening
from being inside of her. Laura clamped her thighs about it so that it
looked as if she had a short, stubby little penis of her own. She wondered
what it would be like to be a man, pressing himself inside of a woman's soft
flesh, and she began to roll her thighs back and forth. What would it be
like to have an orgasm so easily that she had to hold back the tide? She
saw the little opening at the tip grow wider, like the mouth of a fish
gasping for air, and then felt the penis throb strongly once before
depositing a thick string of semen on her belly. The next ejaculation fell
shorter, and the third hung in pearly droplets in her pubic hair.
When the penis had finished oozing sperm, Laura rubbed the sticky fluid over
her belly and thighs. She would have to go swimming again to wash all of it
off, or else she would arrive at the resort covered in crusty cum.
The ocean felt even better the second time - Laura didn't even bother to put
anything on as she crossed the wide empty beach - and the cool water
dampened and soothed her last dying sexual tremors.
Climbing the dune and heading for the car, Laura's salty clothing scraped
against her uncomfortably. But she paid little attention to it. She knew
the resort couldn't be far off now, and she was anxious to get there. After
all, she had the rest of her vacation to look forward to.
The End
Story by: Laura Smith
July 4th, 2000
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