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From: "Paulinusfang" <paulinusfang@lycos.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Kingley Vale M/F Mast
Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 11:10:02 -0400
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All the usual stuff applies.

If you are not old enough, tough luck; If you use tissues, don't leave
crusty ones where your mum can find them, it cause embarrassment or she will
think you have a bad cold.

After a year elsewhere I am back, for those few who remember me.

The old Paulinusfang website is dead, I need to set up a new one. This may
appear on ASSTR soon.

You have been warned.

Story.....Midsummer in Kingley Vale.

The trees grew darker, casting a shadow over the narrow path as it entered
the grove. Moving steadily uphill with short steps and shorter breath I
could see the slight lightening as the glowing sky crept over the horizon.

Deep scent from the earth and the forest filled my nose, the cold air
rasping my throat as I fought against the incline and the approaching dawn,
steadily up we moved, unable to talk, leaden legs fighting the desire to
slow down.

In the half light of the moon the yew trees cast grim Grimm shadows across
the land, shapes from fairy tales, European myths of children and witches
and trolls brought close to life by the creeping day.

Out of the yew trees and onto the level of the smooth grass, nibbled short
by deer in the night, I walked surely forward toward to mound on the crest.
A rustle to the left as the deer cleared away into the trees and abandoned
the open downs to the creatures of the day again.

On top of the round grass hummock I could see her waiting for me. I hurried
wordlessly across the grass to where she sat.

I watched as she took her backpack off her shoulders and opened it to remove
the blanket and flasks. As she bent over her long red hair swept forward
obscuring her profile for a few moments as she placed the blanket on the
ground and smoothed it carefully with the flat of her hands.

I saw her smile at me and nod silently, in response I unfastened my trousers
and lowered them to my ankles. Realising my mistake I giggled and bent down
to unfasten the thick laces of my boot. There is no grace in removing
footwear, especially when your trousers are round your ankles yet I rarely
remember to do things in the right order as lust takes over from sense.

By the time I had completed my undressing she was naked facing me with her
small breasts peaked by points in the cool morning air.

Holding each other we kissed, lips meeting eagerly, a hint of embarrassment
and a host of enthusiasm at our solstice activity. I could feel her nipples
press against my chest then her hand clutching at my balls, rubbing,
squeezing just that little bit harder than ideal as I drew a sharper breath.

We parted and sat on the blanket across from each other. She parted her
thighs as the light increased. Looking toward the horizon as we sat on the
ancient burial mound we could tell that in a few moments, maybe two minute,
the sun would rise over the horizon.

Smoothly she moved her hand between her thighs and massaged her lips and
clitoris. With the anticipation we were both close to being there before we
even started, I grasped my hard shaft in my right hand and steadily moved my
hand backwards and forwards in time to her regular, circular movements.

I could hear her breathing getting faster and more laboured as she climbed
her own passionate hill toward release. She was suddenly there, a scream, a
moan and her thighs pressed together as I stared, cock in hand at the twists
of pleasure controlling her face and body.

"This is it! Do It!" she shouted.

I scrambled to my knees and leant toward her pumping furiously. The only
sounds were the beats of my heart and her encouragement as my body
tightened.

Spasms! Shots! Spunk! Sliding down her face and chest as the sun peeped over
the horizon on the equinox. The only fanfare our breathing as we celebrated
the ancient fertility rites of the land.

*A geographical note.
Kingley Vale is a nature reserve in the South Downs between Chichester and
Portsmouth. Featuring the finest yew forest in Europe it  was for many years
out of bounds to the local population as it also has a natural amphitheatre
which was used as a gunnery range during world war 2. On the top of the hill
overlooking the vale are many ancient burial mounds and features from the
bronze and iron age as well as ancient coppice woodland, iron workings
dating back beyond the 8th century and wild deer herds.
---
"The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have,
Is yours.

The love that I have,
Of the life that I have,
Is yours
And yours
And yours."
Leo Marks

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