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Subject: {ASSM} Chattooga River I: Waterfall, by H. Jekyll
Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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Chattooga River I:  Waterfall

H. Jekyll

(MF, rom, coital, oral)


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To, and for, Maggie.

This is the first of three very short stories I wrote
for Maggie McGee before she went rafting on the
Chattooga, as lovely a river as you will find, in the
summer of 2000.  

Copyright 2001 by H. Jekyll.  Permission is freely
granted to post on any site that does not charge for
entrance, as long as proper attribution is given to
the author.  The story should not be read by anyone
under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories,
or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read
such stories.  

I appreciate comments and inquiries, even criticisms. 
Yes I do.  Most writers do.  Please send them to:
h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com

My stories are archived in the Authors' section of the
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It's a wilderness of green water, lacking the
development and crowds that make the Nantahala seem so
suburban.  It is usually vacant of people as well, so
a couple can play adult games without being disturbed,
and we decided to take advantage by going out alone,
just we two in a little "ducky."  

Today the river is empty and quiet, with no human
sounds except ours.  Sitting behind you, I reach and
grab your breasts from time to time, and all you can
do is use your paddle to splash me.  Other times we
are quiet, drifting, watching the water or the hills. 
You put a hand back to me and we hold hands;  I caress
your palm with my thumb.

When we reach the waterfall, we beach the ducky and
climb the slope, smooth stone covered in moss, wet
from the fall's spray, as slippery as your vagina but
always cool, never hot.  To keep from slipping we go
on all fours, which looks ridiculous, but even here I
can't help reaching between your legs as you crab-walk
in front of me, and stroking your ass.  All you do in
response is smile.  

At the fall it is you who makes the suggestion: "Let's
go naked."

So we strip.  Then we edge along the rock face of the
fall, in the little sheltered area just behind the
water, our bodies close.  Your foot slips a little and
I grab you, and then we are holding and kissing, both
sliding a little so were are right in the water, half
drowning while we feast on mouths.

Oh the shower is cold, so cold that at first it takes
our breath away, or is that the passion?  Whatever, we
hold each other tighter, tighter.  Your breasts are
soft against my belly, your cold flesh moves over me,
and my penis swells up against you.  I lean back
against the wall, out of the water, and play with your
pussy while you rub the head of my penis with your
fingers.  We work together to get it inside you - not
easy to do without slipping - then we edge back under
that cascade and, holding hands, lean away from each
other.

My God, you are transformed!  The water falls right
where we are connected.  This isn't the stream of a
shower massager but a surge, pounding right on your
sex and spraying off the base of my penis directly at
your clitoris.  You're shivering in the water but so
high that you don't care.  Your fingers dig into my
hands because the sensations are so intense, and then
you are coming, crying out a cry that I can hardly
hear because the water is crying out even louder.

Then you can't take the sensation any more so you lean
forward and clasp me, holding me tightly with your
head on my chest, protected from the flow, letting
your orgasm complete, subside.  

You always do recover quickly.  It can't be a minute
before you pull my penis out of yourself, kneel, and
take me in your mouth, your warm mouth such a contrast
to the water.  I lean over you to deflect the water
off my back, while you suck me, sweet sucking, sweet
licking, making me swell, bringing me close, sucking
on my whole head until now I am coming.  I hold your
head in both hands and fuck your soft mouth and come
and come, and I'm surprised to find myself leaning
back against the wall again.  You hold me in your
mouth for the longest time afterward, until my whole
penis fits in your mouth.  

Afterwards we lie in the sun on a flat rock, drying,
touching.  We don't get dressed until we hear faint
laughter announce a distant group of rafts coming down
the river.  



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