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From: Artforbucks@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} The Visit
Date: Sat,  3 Aug 2002 04:10:05 -0400
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this is my first posting to ASSM - feel free to read, enjoy, archive; just 
don't claim it as your own.  Comments/compliments/criticism are encouraged 
and will be answered.

If, for whatever legal/moral/ethical reason, you shouldn't be reading it.... 
don't.

Copyright 2002 by S. Tygert

The visit 

    I don't know what it was that awakened me, but one moment I was in the 
middle of a dream of lying in a hot tub with seven or eight beautiful women, 
and the next moment I wasn't. 
    I opened my eyes, or rather tried to.  Nothing.  I felt something across 
my eyes and forehead, pressing in, pushing the top of my ears against my 
head.  I felt pressure on my eyeballs, not pain, just pressure.
    About then, I started to try and move, to stretch, only to realize that 
both of my hands were held away from my body by what felt like fur-lined 
cuffs.  Legs, same thing, except the small amount of motion that I had there 
made me realize that they were somehow fastened together and then to the bed.
    What the hell... I panicked then, thrashing around the bed, stretching my 
shoulders, tossing my head forward and back, trying to rub the blindfold off 
on the mattress.  All I succeeded in doing was getting totally winded and 
hurting my wrists and ankles, I was still held as gently and firmly as 
before.  
    "Is anybody out there" I hollered, listening for a voice, the sound of a 
footfall, of a movement. 
     Nothing.
    Suddenly, I felt something on my chest, the smallest pressure, as if a 
breeze was blowing against my chest hair, pushing it toward my left arm.  
This continued for a few seconds, then reversed direction, going toward my 
right side.   The sensation reached my right nipple, moving in a circle 
through the hair that rings it, without touching the nipple or the skin 
around it.  Whatever it was moved back to the center, then down the trail of 
hair toward my pelvis.  
    I bucked off the bed, arching my back, trying to get more sensation, 
perhaps the tip of a finger on my skin; but the same maddening almost-feeling 
continued, nothing more substantial than a breeze.  
    It moved down into my pubic hair, then further down, tickling the hair on 
my balls and thighs.  The tickling, and my focus on it, started to bring my 
dick up, rolling up my thigh until it was standing erect above my belly.  I 
noticed I wasn't wearing underwear then, and the part of my mind that wasn't 
absorbed in the feelings running around my crotch noted that as odd.
    Suddenly, without a clear change from not-touch to touch, I felt it.  at 
the base of my dick, right above  my balls, a gossamer touch, like a 
butterfly landing.  it teased the vein on the bottom of my cock, working up 
toward the head.  "Who's there ?"  The tickle reached the head, moving around 
the rim, maddeningly gentle, infuriatingly tenuous.
    The sensation grew stronger, pressing the skin on the side of my penis, 
working down toward the base, around the bottom, then up the other side and 
across the head and back down.  I groaned,  lost in the touch. 
     I felt a breath on my nipple, then ohmigawd, a pair of warm, wet, lips 
kissing and nibbling at my nipple.  Both nipples popped erect instantly, and 
I arched my back, trying to maximize the wonderful feeling. but whoever it 
was must have been expecting that, for the lips pulled away until I subsided 
to the bed.  Then they resumed their wonderful exploration, joined by a 
tongue which, first with the point, then with the flat, wetted my whole chest 
and pressed my nipples back down into my pecs.  Being the stalwart soldiers 
that they are, they popped back up as soon as the pressure was released.
     I lay there, groaning as the sensations coursed through me, wondering 
what would come next.  The Mouth started working down toward my pelvis, 
leaving a trail of matted hair in its wake. The Tongue speared into my navel, 
and the Lips sealed against my stomach and sucked , pressing every inch of 
skin tight to its corresponding area of tongue or lip.
    The Mouth moved down across my curlies, the Tongue plowing a furrow 
through from top to bottom. I felt a cheek brush against the head of my dick, 
pushing it down and out of the way as the Mouth moved to the base of my 
erection, then up the top side, then.... Auggghh the Lips touched the tip of 
my head, spreading as they moved slowly down, bringing a spasm of ecstasy 
from me as they reached the rim around the head. The Tongue painted the head 
of my cock, curling under the ridge of the corona and making me shudder 
violently.  Then,  all of a sudden, the Mouth plunged down, taking me to the 
base in one swift motion.  I threw my head back and HOWLED, thrashing, as my 
whole body convulsed.  
    I didn't black out, but it was a near thing.  When next I was aware of my 
surroundings, I felt a fingertip on the bottom of my sac, lifting scrotum and 
balls.  Another fingertip  scratched the skin between my balls and my 
asshole, moving down, tickling, and circling my ass, then moving away for a 
moment.     The next time the Hand touched me, it felt damp and cool and 
gooey, sliding across my skin and diving into my hole, producing a whole new 
set of convulsions.  The finger slid in and out, turning , rotating, curling. 
 A shudder ran up my spine as the Finger brushed against, then pressed my 
prostate.
    "Oh God, OGodogodogodogodgahhhhhhh".   The Mouth left me for a minute and 
a husky contralto voice said "Just relax, darling, and I'll make this the 
best you ever had" , then swooped down again on my cock, taking me to the 
root in one juicy, soft, slippery, almost painfully blissful slide.  I felt  
the Mouth's throat muscles working around the head, swallowing, trying to 
pull it right off, then caressing it as the Mouth came up for air.  
     I felt the bed shift and pressure against first one, then both hips as 
my Lover straddled me, sitting down on my pelvis and crushing my rampant 
erection to my stomach, then rising off as a hand gripped my dick and pressed 
the head into a warm, wet, slippery opening. I felt my Lover's weight shift, 
rocking forward and back, pulling then pressing at my erection.  I felt the 
body above me turn, spinning with my dick as an axis. The next time my Lover 
rocked forward off me, my cock was pressed down, increasing the pressure on 
the head, and making me writhe.  The pace increased, with me matching each of 
my Lover's motions.  I felt the Hands cradling my sack, rolling my balls from 
side to side, tickling the underside, pulling gently in circles. 
    By this point, I was totally blissed-out, groaning at each movement.  I 
felt the signs of an imminent climax, but just as I was about to say "I'm 
coming", one of the Fingers down by my balls stabbed into my asshole, and my 
whole world imploded.  I shook.  I  shivered.  I bayed at the moon.  For an 
endless period which normal people  probably perceived as ten or twelve 
seconds, all of my limited attention was focussed on my crotch.  
    In retrospect, it's probably a good thing I was restrained.  Otherwise, 
it's entirely possible that I would have injured myself or my Lover.  Even 
so, I flapped like a fish in the bottom of a boat.  
    I guess people are not meant to have too much pleasure, there's some kind 
of safety circuit that trips when the pleasure meter reaches the red zone.  I 
know there must be for me, because I blacked out.
    
    The sun streaming through the window fell on my face, and I rolled over, 
burying my face in the pillow.  My eyes, at first clenched tight against the 
light, slowly opened.  I was in my bed, alone.  I could move my arms and 
legs.  I sat up, blinking.  "Whew, that was one hot dream"
    I looked around the room, all was as it should be.  As I turned my head, 
something on the other pillow caught my eye.  A scarlet lip print on the 
pillowcase, crossed by a white goose quill. 
    
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