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From: Spoonbender@hotmail.com (theodore spoonbender)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> The Hike (M/F, Rom, Cons) by Theodore Spoonbender
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 10:10:04 -0400
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The Hike (M/F, Rom, Cons)
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Another Dulcinea contest entry by Spoonbender. Written 
for Bronwen to try and encourage her to start 
contributing to this group again (miss ya girl). This 
story contains sexual stuff so if you aren't old enough 
then don't read it. It is copyright and all that by me 
Spoonbender (c) 2001 All rights reserved, except it can 
be reposted on any website or newsgroup where a fee 
doesn't have to be paid to view it.

I thought I'd try this genre again - But found I'm 
still not comfortable with it. Email me at 
Spoonbender@hotmail.com if you wanna bitch or you liked 
it. By the way, I wrote and posted this a few minutes 
before the deeadline so excuse the grammar etc.
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"Hey, not so fast, my legs aren't as long as yours you 
know."

He turned and, shading his eyes, he smiled down the 
trail at her, "so that's it for Woman's lib then?"

"Pardon?"

"Are you finally admitting that you can't do everything 
men can do?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, as she leaned her 
backpack against a branch that stuck out at a 
convenient angle. He paced down to where she was 
standing and leaned in close. "Ok let's rest a little 
while. Now it might have been easier if you hadn't 
packed your evening dress for a night on the mountain."

"If I could reach down I'd pick something up to throw 
at you, but I don't think I'd get up again."

"Here let me lift your pack off so you can rest."

"Don't do that as I might not want to put it on again."

He leaned down and wrapped his arms behind her thighs 
and lifted her up so the edge of the backpack slipped 
over the other side of the branch taking the weight 
off her back but leaving her resting on the balls of 
her feet. Gently he used his forefinger to push the 
rat-tails of her sweaty hair away from her face. She 
looked so gorgeous he couldn't resist kissing her on 
her forehead.

She closed her eyes so he softly kissed both eyelids 
then tapped a peck on the tip of her nose. Her lips 
were parted as she panted in exhaustion, so he took 
the opportunity to touch the tip of her tongue with 
his. Her dulcet moan encouraged him and he locked his 
lips over hers.

Their tongues fenced for a while and her moans became 
more sonorous. Thus emboldened his hands cupped her 
breasts through the sweat-moulded singlet, his hands 
composing a symphony of sensual pleasure as they 
caressed her gently.

Her hands pushed up his tee shirt and she ran her 
fingers lightly through his wiry hairs finally resting 
her thumbs on the apex of his nipples. They then began 
a slow rotation feeling his nipples firming under her 
tender ministrations. Much like hers were doing under 
his.

He could feel her nipples start to firm and take shape 
and so he snaked a hand across her belly and fiddled 
with the button holding her shorts together, the zip 
parted almost magically and they needed little urging 
to fall down her shapely thighs landing in a puddle on 
top of her stout hiking boots.

He could feel she was soaking in the junction of her 
thighs as his finger sought out her button and started 
to rub it through her almost transparent panties. He 
pulled his mouth away from hers and pulled the straps 
of her singlet down her upper arms leaving enough slack 
to be able to pull it down exposing her exquisite 
breasts.

He captured a nipple with his mouth and swirled it 
voluptuously around with his tongue. Her moans were now 
augmented by small groans as the blissful feelings 
swept through her.

His hand ceased teasing her clitoris for a second as he 
pushed her panties down baring her. She responded by 
kicking off her shorts and opening her legs as wide as 
the tightly stretched panties would allow.

Having been given carte blanche he placed his hand 
between her thighs and continued his relentless, 
purposeful stimulation of her pleasure centre. While 
his forefinger was thus engaged his middle finger 
traced lissajous patterns across the entrance to her 
pit causing her back to arch and her fingernails to 
dig into his chest.

Her moans and panting filled their little world as he 
his ministrations became more urgent and she started to 
scissor her legs to try and discard the inhibiting 
panties. Seeing what she was trying to do he obliged 
her by dipping down and pushing them clear. She lifted 
a foot and he left them dangling forgotten around her 
ankle.

He leaned in and his mouth sought out the pungently 
delicious flavour of her sex. The first exquisite 
contact of his tongue on her pouting flesh caused her 
to fling open her legs and press her hands on the back 
of his head.

He scooped up her thighs and flung them over his 
shoulders as he indulged himself in the succulence of 
her essence. His tongue plunged deeply, dipping and 
twisting as she performed gymnastic contortions and her 
feet smacked lightly on his back.

He pushed his face as deeply as he could into her 
welcoming warmth as his ministrations became more 
focussed. She thrashed, she mewled and finally she 
orgasmed.

Her thighs clamped tightly around his head, trapping 
him in a warm wet prison and her hands, fingers spread 
in ecstasy, pulled him into her while her cries of 
passion echoed across the valley.

Finally with one stomach-sucking lurch she spent 
herself.

He had to hold her up as she pulled away from her as 
the force of her passion had drained all of her 
strength temporarily.

He dusted the dead underbrush from his knees and sat 
back on his haunches admiring her as she stood there, 
legs akimbo, eyes closed with a delicate flush covering 
her face and neck.

Finally she opened her eyes.

"You're rotten you are," she panted.

He pointed his fingers towards his chest, "me? Why?"

"Because you know I won't have the strength to get 
there now."

He shrugged and looked around, "I thought we might camp 
here for the night."

"Good that'll give me the chance to get my own back," 
she smiled.

"Own back?"

"Yes let's see who is exhausted tomorrow when I've 
finished with you."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling, "oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she smiled back, "you'll see who the weaker sex 
is when I'm done with you."

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