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Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:13:05 +0000
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On 1 Jan 2006 08:53:01 -0800, "PheoAsh" <darrellgoodliffe@hotmail.com>
wrote:
Adding curlies so filters will see it.
Welcome, we normally just discuss stories here, they are posted to
assm alt.sex.stories.moderated.
I will take a read when I get the chance ;-)
>Here is one of m stories which i thought it would share with the group.
>
>
>Slamming on the breaks, Sarah cursed herself; she should have filled up
>with gas back in town but now she was halfway to the middle of nowhere.
>Surely there must be a gas station somewhere around here? Why had she
>slammed on the brakes? Now she was grateful she was out in the sticks.
>Recovering her composure; she inched forward her sleek BMW. It purred
>its satisfaction at being given its head.
>
>Three miles down the road a luminescent white beacon shone out.
>Hopefully it wasn't a 24 hour diner or something equally useless As
>she drew closer she felt a little tingle of elation. Drawing her car in
>she hoped two things could go right in a row and she had remembered her
>cards. Phew! They were nestled in the back of her wallet.
>
>As she took them out to pay the attendant she noticed a twinkle in his
>eyes. At first glance he seemed like the typical spotty 18 year old
>barely-out-of-puberty gas station attendant that provides enough
>material for 1001 comic stand-up routines but if you bothered to take a
>second glance he wasn't all that bad. He was possibly older than 18.
>A few spots freckled an otherwise and smooth face and his eyes were a
>cutie doe blue offset by stylishly messy jet black hair. Sarah,
>studying him, caught his eyes wandering to her blouse. Favouring him
>with a charming but blunt smile she took her receipt and, spinning on
>her heels, exited the gas station.
>
>Back behind the wheel her mind wandered to her goal. Aspen beach was
>about 30 miles from her home town. She had decided to go on an
>adventure there last week when she had overheard Gillian telling Sam
>about the night she had spent there with her new dreamboat Darren
>Shepherd; as the somewhat dizzy Gillian had propped up the water-cooler
>and relayed her tale of romance to a allegedly engrossed Sam, Sarah
>caught a little of the wonderlust. However, no dreamboat for her, she
>was alone by choice.
>
>She prided herself on being in command. At 29 she was successful and
>relatively well off by dint of her inheritance and self-made success.
>She had no need for a man. When she needed sex she went out and 9.5
>times out of 10 got it but in the morning she was polite but short and
>exchanges of numbers were rare and only granted to the privileged few
>that impressed her sufficiently to be useful in the future.
>
>The wine and its companion glass chimed in harmony in the back as the
>BM grappled with the scrub cum car park. She was going to have a
>midnight liquid picnic, me time as kitsch self help books called it.
>Laying back and pouring herself a glass of Shiraz she lied down flat on
>her back and, letting her mind wander, gazed and at the milky
>black/blue of a moonlit sky.
>
>***
>
>His matt black hair was short and spiky. Golden brown eyes sunk
>inconspicuously into a thick set face and something about his smile was
>permanently dirty. He announced his presence grinding his body right
>into hers. Spinning around she ground him back and as she did she felt
>beneath his jeans a hard cock. Hard enough and big enough to interest
>her. After an hour of dancing, drinking and mindless chatter she
>decided to make her move. Her hands raced up the inside of his leg and
>she whispered: "follow me and I'll give you what you want"
>
>***
>
>
>Laying on her bed naked she was waiting him to do heaven knows what.
>Her spike of frustration relented as he walked back through the door,
>completely naked.
>
>"Its not polite to keep a lady waiting you know'
>
>"But am I not worth waiting for" he said as he winked.
>
>***
>
>...her hand slid under the lip of her jeans as she sunk her fingers
>into her crimson red panties. She teased herself by stroking her clit
>with her fingertip...
>
>
>***
>
>A sharp pain shot up his neck as he was backed towards the bed.
>Resistance was futile. Physically his strength was far greater than
>hers but right now he was her creature. Her tongue was licking around
>his nipples teasing him until the moment when she bit down hard.
>Flinching he put his hand on her shoulders as if making to push her
>away but she countered by drawing herself into a sitting position. Now
>her whole body weight was keeping him pinned to the bed.
>
>Cock swelling with cum he was caught between the shock of the pain and
>his growing desire to penetrate her. Sitting on-top of him she just
>leered and started rhythmically rubbing her moist pussy against his
>cock. It was hard enough to thrust into her now but she refused to sit
>on it, instead she continued massaging it. Digging her nails into his
>exposed flesh she pinned his shoulders to the bed and continued to
>tease...
>
>
>***
>
>Bored of teasing herself she pressed her finger firmly down on her clit
>and started rubbing firmly in a circular motion. Her legs were wide
>open, welcoming. Button after button on her chemise popped open as her
>free hand craved her supple breasts crowned by erect nipples. The same
>leer creased her face as she massaged her breast and experienced the
>satisfaction of that first thrust as her fingers rammed themselves into
>the waiting hole.
>
>Inside herself it was warm as her juices bubbled. She thrust hard and
>deep making sure she didn't neglect to stroke against the soft roof
>inside her. Her nails inflicted a pleasurable pain as they jarred
>against her tender flesh.
>
>"Do you need any help there?"
>
>She was hit with a splash of cold water. Withdrawing her fingers
>quickly and fumbling with the buttons on her blouse she substituted
>words for incoherent mumbles of rejection.
>
>"Don't stop. You were obviously enjoying yourself."
>
>The voice was deep and masculine. She stopped trying to cover herself
>and turned to see as much as she could of the man. Set against the moon
>she could see a bulky silhouette but absolutely no detail of his face
>or body. Her face was tinted crimson but her grace was saved by pitch
>black.
>
>"You know, it would be a shame to waste this moment."
>
>She was speechless.
>
>"Well????"
>
>He moved closer to her. The moon vanished behind his advancing form.
>Standing next to her he removed his clothes and tossed them to one
>side. Like a rabbit trapped caught in headlights she was frozen
>transfixed as he moved to take her. She could see that his cock was
>hardening in anticipation and as he straddled her she felt drawn to it.
>As she rose her blouse fell away.
>
>Rather than feast on him straight away she placed her tongue tip at the
>base of the shaft; slowly she worked her tongue tip upwards enjoying
>every second. Feeling the rougher flesh of the shaft give way to the
>head she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth whole; until
>she could feel it's head pressing against the back of her throat.
>Having her take him inside of her pleased him immensely however he was
>going to make her beg; build her up to the point where she was consumed
>by the need to be penetrated. Pushing her away he pinned her shoulders
>to the ground.
>
>"Now where were you?"
>
>Not wanting to waste any time later he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and
>slid them off, tossing them into an undignified heap with his clothes.
>Even this momentary pause frustrated her and she rolled her eyes.
>
>Spreading her legs he drew the half empty bottle of Shiraz from the
>darkness; between her legs was a furnace, cum was seeping from her
>pussy. As he poured the Shiraz between her legs she flinched. No time
>was wasted in lapping up the wine and her juices.
>
>Against the soft tender flesh of her pussy his tongue felt rough.
>Rather than plunge his tongue into her he licked the sides teasing her
>softly and encouraging the cavity to release cum. He wanted her moist
>and ready for his cock.
>
>She was oblivious as he reared up to mount her fully. Her head was
>pushed right back into the sand: as she lay there he began ravishing
>her body pinning her arms back again. His teeth bit down hard into the
>tender flesh of her neck as his pulsating cock sunk deep into her
>pussy. Pain from his biting teeth was mixed with the pleasure of
>feeling his flesh inside her.
>
>Arms pinned and her body caught in a vice between the earth and his
>sweating body she was powerless to do anything as he thrust into her
>slowly at first but always powerfully and always deep into her. The
>tongue that had prepared her for his cock now licked her neck,
>shoulders and face. No words were spoken.
>
>Faster and faster he thrust into her. She was getting impatient; she
>wanted him to cum in her now and she limply made to scratch him. Cum
>was filling his cock but he was determined not to release it. Her
>efforts to hurry him on only made him draw things out more; rather than
>thrust he pounded now. He was smirking in the dark, loving every minute
>of her growing desperation.
>
>When he felt he was nearing climax he gently kissed her face and her
>neck; brushing them with his lips. Then as he knew he could hold
>himself no more he dived to the nape of her neck and clamped his teeth
>down hard exactly at the same moment as his cock exploded, pumping cum
>into her. For a fraction of a second she was shocked then the shock
>produced a spasm; her body convulsed as she released her cum.
>
>Moaning and gasping for breath she was lost for words as he withdrew
>and begun to dress himself. Not once had she spoken to him. He had
>given her all that she wanted and words seemed pointless; as he faded
>into the shadows she slowly came too. Swiftly she re-packed the car and
>made her way home.
***Yotna***
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