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Subject: {ASSM} New Story 'Damned if...' M/F Cons. Sven the Elder 
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 15:10:05 -0400
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Damned if... 
By 
Sven the Elder (C) 2001

Warning: - You know the rules - if you're too young to participate -
go away!




Ever get the feeling youšve just been stitched...?

It's an unhappy feeling especially when the person doing the
stitching is your dearly beloved, your other half.

I lead a normal, easy going fairly blameless life these days. Ok -
so Sven hasn't always been entirely good - but, if you pardon the
vernacular, for most of the time I've been 'gooder' than most - or
perhaps lucky and careful not to get caught too often. This time my
protestations failed - miserably.

Maybe I ought to rewind a tad. My other half's niece had arrived to
stay with us. Forget 15 year old nymphos, when you get to our age,
think more like forty plus year old aging has-beens -except Sam
wasn't. A has-been that is. Divorced yes, has-been no way. In fact
that's really the problem. I trust the woman about as far as I can
fling a grand piano. Which, with my back, is not a lot! Something was
definitely not quite above board.

The object of my concern had arrived a couple of hours before, stiff
and tired and manky after a rather long sojourn on the roads, through
the summer holiday traffic to our neck of the woods. The travel
difficulties keep most of our relatives away during the summer months
- a fact not a million miles from our decision to move here in the
first place - oh that and the fact we don't have any spare bedrooms.
At all. Well, perhaps an air bed in the dining room - maybe - and
only for the selected, a very selected few.

My other half had an appointment in town she couldn't put off,
indeed had been waiting for for some time - we both got a muttered
'See you later - I'll try not to be more than two hours...' over her
shoulder. She hurtled out the door, leaving us with the dog, who
looked her mournful self at not getting to go for a walk as well.

Sam looked at me in a wheedling way. A way that said she knew she
was going to get round me so why didn't I just give in and do what
was being asked - by both her and my just departed wife. I had now
had time to think about it a little and in the end thought I might as
well give in gracefully - I'd never hear the end of it otherwise.

"OK Sam - you win - we'd better do it on our bed, it's firm enough
and close enough to the right height as well - I'll go put the oil on
to warm," and so I went to prepare.

It was all herself's fault - she will tell people that I've been
learning the gentle art of massage and that for tired and stiff
muscles I'm very good at getting the kinks out of the achy bits. It's
just that, well, how can I put it, I've never done it to anyone else
other than my dearly beloved - which is just as well as it tends to
have the wrong effect on me, let alone her. It's normally a Sunday
afternoon 'thing' and we keep it as a special event. Why? Because I
find it very difficult to avoid things getting more than a little out
of hand. We usually end up screwing like it's going out of fashion.
And now I had the chance to do it on Sam. I knew it was going to
cause a problem and we hadn't even begun.

I guess I ought to admit before we go any further that I've lusted
after this woman for several years now. That was the other reason I
didn't really want to do that - your own niece, even if it's only by
marriage, is a little too close to one's own doorstep for fooling
around. I felt a little like the object of that limerick - you know
'she knew what they meant, but still went' or some such line.

I sighed inwardly and muttered grace to myself - 'for what I'm about
to receive...' etc. etc. - as I put the oil on the burner to warm up.
I changed into a pair of shorts and a light top - it was not a cold
day and this activity usually makes me more than a little warm. While
I was waiting I put the sheet my wife had so thoughtfully provided
over the top of the normal covers. Jeez! She even thought of that -
Hell! She 'knows' where this is going.

While I was still thinking about that fact Sam came out of our
bathroom, wearing a smile--just a smile. I tried not to react as she
said, 'don't want to get oil on my underwear, so I thought this might
be easier if I'm like this from the start.' Let's just say that,
without staring - I mean that would have been rude - I noted she was
a natural blonde!

Not trusting myself to speak in anything other than a squeak I just
nodded as I waved at the bed, hoping she would lie down before she
noticed the erection that was already trying to escape from my damned
shorts! Fortunately she got into place fairly promptly. I positioned
the oil where I could reach it and still keep one hand touching her
at all times - it's an important piece of continuity that some folks
forget. I already had a CD of some rather nice 'New Age music to
massage people by' playing gently in the background - it would just
pick tracks at random till I switched it off. Deep breath and begin...

It's odd how you can forget and stop worrying about what you're
doing when you carry out massage. You become involved, almost at one
with your subject, working your way through a sort of pre-set
routine, feeling the bumps and the knots and working them out, gently
but firmly. I had started on her shoulders, which were tense, and
then backed up a little before easing the tension in her neck. Heaven
only knows what all the muscles are called, I don't know, I'm not
into things so much that I've bothered to learn them. I know what I
like and I simply try to do it to others, well, Ok, my other half so
far, but it seems to work.

Sam groaned in appreciation, or perhaps it was a little moan -she
seemed to be enjoying it anyway, and that was the main thing. I got
to her butt and eased round the bottom of her back and then onto her
left leg. She spread them further apart to give me better access. The
short fur of her upside down delta winked at me - her slit slightly
open confirming the gentle musky smell of her arousal at what I was
doing. My penis, hard and now uncomfortable at being restrained for
the last few minutes twitched to remind me of my own state. I quickly
moved down her leg and away from what was rapidly becoming an object
of some desire.

I worked round her foot, holding it firmly and running my thumbs up
the centre of the underside, that way it doesn't tickle and spoil the
illusion. Then back up the other leg, thumb following the inner
median line. In the massage parlours of Southeast Asia they don't
stop until they reach the very top, and I mean the very top - I
chickened out and didn't brush that fur, sliding my thumb away short
of its possible target and back round under her butt. Sam sighed as I
failed to touch what I guessed she now wanted me touch more than all
of the rest of her, but I was going to try and prolong this agony for
both of us, build it until the final surrender to the inevitable was
all the more powerful for both of us.

She groaned as I again moved away up the other side of her back. A
scant few minutes later I again was back at her shoulders. Time to
turn over. Normally I would have held a towel so as to protect my
innocent eyes... Not so this time, I folded one arm close to her side
and gently used the other to roll her onto her back, hands again down
by her side. Sam's breasts were petite, but still beautiful, firm and
proportioned just right on her slim frame. Her nipples were hard as
she smiled sweetly at me.

I moved round and was just able to reach the damp face cloth I'd
left folded barely within reach, covering her eyes gently with it. I
kept one hand touching her cheek as I rearranged my own aching loins;
at least she couldn't see me do it.

I used both hands under her eyes along her cheek bones, then on down
her neck to the top of her shoulders and her chest. A little more oil
needed, then round her breasts. Skirting the most sensitive areas (at
this rate she'd end up screaming before long), I could see the colour
of arousal spreading to her chest and lower stomach. Down lower, her
legs now blatantly opened - her sex aglow - gaping, coral pink - I
skirted the very edge of her fur and then down her legs again. She
groaned in frustration as I once again deliberately missed out what,
to her, was becoming a desperate need. I glanced at her face - her
tongue was just edging through her lips as she almost panted whilst I
tantalised her. Now her clit was there for all to see and I could
resist her no longer.

Carefully, so as not to break the spell, or touch her anywhere else,
I leaned gently over and with just the tip of my tongue flicked that
juicy nubbin. If I'd thought I was going to get a spectacular result
I was not disappointed. Her wild shriek as she came almost instantly
was deafening as she arched off the bed gluing her nether lips to
mine as I now used my tongue to full effect. Her orgasm was
impressive to say the least, both in her writhing and the
inarticulate moans that were now slowly coming to an end. She'd left
marks on my arm where she'd grabbed it in her passion. I was glad
that was what she'd clasped.

Now she, eyes till closed though the flannel had long since fallen
off, was running her hand up the front of my bare leg. She stopped
when she reached the moist head of my fully aroused penis now peering
out of its lair down the leg of my shorts. 'Ah!' was all she said.

Then she half turned and eyes now open and looking straight into
mine she used half swung her legs off the bed and, using both hands,
undid my belt and took my shorts off. It bounced free and she caught
it with a hand.

'Yesss' escaped her lips, just before they enveloped the end. She
pulled the skin back with her hand as she licked the pre-cum off with
obvious pleasure. Then 'my turn' and she pushed me back onto the bed,
didn't bother with any niceties, followed me on, knelt briefly either
side of my hips and then sank onto me, burying me deep inside her
small shape. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she savoured my length
inside her - I swear her tummy bulged I was so far up - then she
clenched her muscles and started moving on me. Neither of us was
either going to, or for that matter wanted to last long and we moved
together to a hell of a crescendo in a matter of a very few seconds.
She collapsed on my chest, my withering member still trapped inside
her, but our juices pooling on me.

Our hearts raced in unison, slowly easing back to normal. She spoke
first:

"Maggie warned me this might happen..."

"And?"

"Oh, I told her I was a big girl now..." she said raising her head
and grinning before kissing me gently.

I truly felt very damned - but what the hell!

Fin


Sven the Elder (C) September 2001

With many thanks to Denny for his excellent help.

Comments please to:

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