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From: sven_the_elder@ntlworld.com (Sven the Elder)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> Booby_Prize by Sven the Elder
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 03:10:03 -0400
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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
read by juveniles.

If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't
be here anyway.  This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays
real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
the bad feelings will go away.

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This work is copyright by the author.  You may download and keep
one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and
e-mail address and these paragraphs remain on the copy.  Any
posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the previous
permission of the author.

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This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be
less than appropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world --
practice safe sex at all times.

==============================================

Do feel free to write and tell me whether you liked my story.
Contrary to belief we do like to hear from our readers - it's the
only payment we get.

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Booby_Prize

Copyright - Sven the Elder May 2001


"It was her tits that did it... for me that is." I 
said.

"So you mean, there was this attractive young lady 
stood over by the mantelpiece, her elbows resting on 
it, with a gravity defying rack that had really sort of 
grabbed your attention?"

"Mmm..?"

"Her face?"

"Her face, do you know I'm not really certain about 
that, I think...  Yes I'm sure her eyes were blue. No!  
That's a maybe. Dammit! Why do you have to ask silly 
questions like that"

My dearly beloved's response was to aim a kick where, 
had it connected, might have brought tears to my eyes 
and a pair of lumps to the back of my neck.  I grabbed 
the foot and hopped her gently backwards until the back 
of her leg connected with the bed and she sat down.

"It was quite disgusting - you were almost dribbling!"

I laughed, which, in retrospect, was probably not the 
best idea.

"Why do men have this thing about big breasts?" She was 
now peeling her top off and looking in the mirror.  As 
the T shirt hit the floor she cupped her quite normally 
sized and very beautiful breasts.  She twisted so that 
she could view them sideways on and see their profile.

"I was thinking of a titty-fuck with so much spare boob 
flesh." I said and as soon as I said it I 
metaphorically kicked myself.

She looked downcast as I realised that in terms of 
digging a hole I had just thrown the shovel over the 
hedge and fired up the mechanical Digger! This was  not 
heading in a promising direction - action was called 
for.

I knelt behind her and blew gently on the back of her 
neck.  She shivered slightly and I watched in the 
mirror has her nipples hardened and became beautifully 
outlined in profile. She wriggled slightly, pushing 
back against the growing erection she could feel in my 
shorts.

I ran my fingers round the back of her neck and held 
the tops of her breasts over her hands, cupping and 
kneading them.  She whimpered gently as I nuzzled her 
neck, my beard tickling her so that she twisted away, 
but gently and not out of reach.

She lay back on the bed now, with me kneeling 
alongside.  I leant forward and took the nearest nipple 
gently in my lips and pulled slightly as I kissed it.

She groaned almost inaudibly as I ran my finger tips 
round the other.  Her fingers grazed my shaft through 
the cloth and then gripped me, urgently moving her 
hand, sliding it lightly up and down, pulling the skin 
with her in an exquisite move of pleasure.  My turn to 
groan through a mouthful of nipple.

I slid my hand down her tummy, snapping open the top of 
her denims, fingertips now brushing the light fuzz of 
her bush.  As I slid my hand round to cup the curve of 
her beautiful rear she let me go and before I got there 
had used both her hands to slide her jeans and panties 
off.

She opened herself wide to my gazze and I kissed my way 
down t that delectable centre - already wet, open, 
inviting. That heady, musky aroma working its magic, my 
cock, now back in her grasp, rock hard in its response. 
She gasped as I licked and then nibbled her clit, then 
cried out, distantly, almost keening as she came hard 
in response to my ministrations. I felt her tension
disappear as she relaxed, the grip on my cock 
slackening just for a moment.

Then she pushed me so I lay back as she took me in her 
mouth, urgently, sucking, swallowing, stroking my 
shaft. Doing anything it seemed to bring me off as fast 
as she could manage.  She was succeeding. As she felt 
my climax rising, she pulled down hard, almost 
painfully on my balls, deep throating me, willing me to
come, but stopping me from exploding.  Then she took me 
out of her sweet mouth, rolled over me and held me 
between those breasts, juggling them and trapping me in 
their hot valley.

Helpless and unable to stop I came in a torrent.  
Spraying her neck, chin, face, mouth and those 
wonderful tits in an orgy of splashing, white-hot love.

We'd never done this before, I'd never dared to ask or 
try, thinking it too 'way out', now it had happened.

She lay back, covered, dreamily and absent mindedly 
dipping her fingers in the mess and then licking my cum 
off them. She was enjoying the taste, but then I'm 
lucky she always has.

She turned over and slid onto me, smearing me as well, 
snuggling into me, kissing me, and then giggling asked, 
"Well did you enjoy the booby prize, or do you want to 
try and entice that teenage, top heavy, exhibitionist 
into bed  instead?"

Carefully, this time - I had to admit that I was happy 
- after all a bird in the hand...

Sven the Elder stories are archived at:
http://www.storiesonline.net/
(Thanks Laz)
and
http://www.NaughtyWords.com./
e-mail to Sven_the_elder at ntlworld dot com

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