Message-ID: <2349eli$9707282118@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: heminway@epix.net (Hawk Richards) Subject: New Short Story: Honeymoon Summer by Hawk Richards Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33dd057a.77724326@newsserver.epix.net> Standard Disclaimer: Don't read if under 18 years of age. Don't read if sexually explicit material is not your cup of tea. E-mail or Post your reaction or critique. Flames will be ignored. I have asbestos in my veins. Enjoy! Needless Reminder: You may not sell this story. It's my story! Mine, mine, mine! Like you could sell it anyhow…..gimme a break! But, if you could, then you still can't! So there! Nyah! As always, I love getting feedback. If you don't feel like blessing me with feedback, then give some thought next time you read a story and send a response to any author if you like their work. It's a great way to get them to write more. Contact Information: Hawk Richards Heminway@epix.net ************************************************************* Honeymoon Summer By Hawk Richards July 15, 1997 Two bodies lay intertwined in a huddled mass. She had fallen asleep on her husband's shoulder, and he bravely bore the weight of the delicate head, blond, pale-complexioned, eyes clenched shut. Twisting his torso, he gently repositioned himself to gain access to her beauty. "Too hot to sleep," he thought. Too aroused by her appearance also, and often surprised by his new bride's effect upon him. It had only been a month since they were wed in a brilliantly festive July wedding. He had now tasted the joys of marriage first hand and craved more. His hunger and love for the petite, young woman, who was clasping onto his arm during a passionate sleep, had begun at first sight. Even after a night of restless bed rest and play, she was a portrait of loveliness, a natural beauty. He let his eyes wander across her body. A veiled shred of light illuminated her ivory skin until it glowed on her slight perspiring form. Without waking her, he disengaged himself from her sleeping embrace. The flimsy bed cover fell to the floor because he had shuffled his body down careful not to jostle the bed too much. His hands wandered over her flesh. Barely touching her skin, he ran his hands over her breasts and across her stomach to her slim thighs. A sudden moan startled him, but she had not awakened. With some coaxing her legs spread, this widened his view of her bare sex. A quiver ran through her body as his tongue found her treasure. Parting her legs further for better access, his face dove in deeper to taste her essence. His tongue caused her to moan and gyrate her hips. "Oh!" whispered the young woman as though faced with an indecent urge. He knelt up onto his knees directing his hard member towards her tiny juncture. She turned her head a little on the pillow and watched him through her slit eyes. Her small and delicate features held a look of passion, lust and most of all love. "It's so big! I can't believe that it even fits," he thought. He noticed the contrast between his large penis and her tight hole. The light, flowing out from behind the curtains, spilled onto her glistening fleece, and made every contour of the pink lips apparent, exaggerating the moisture and the labia swollen by his gentle ministrations. A few blond hairs, above the clam-like treasure, all curled in the same direction, like sparse blades of grass in the rain, and the pouting genital mouth, whose valleys and curves had been just been tasted, gleamed, coated with transparent droplets of his spittle. The sound of the interstate pierced the silence with a shrillness of a deadened hum. The look of determination on his face did not leave, but his penis, engorged by lust, reared and throbbed with each beat of his heart. Her body got tense and waited in an indecent pose. She was ready for battle. With a dueling swiftness, he made the first move. Stabbing gently at her exposed petals, he slowly sank deeper into her inner depths. Her breathing became ragged and shallow with each calculated thrust. She fought hard to control her movements, so she could become one with his power. Her face contorted with each pleasurable thrust. He could feel her exhale onto his neck as he gently bit her shoulder in a nibbling kiss. Her flesh tasted like vanilla. He supported his weight on his strong arms and let their hips unite time and time again. Pounding gently, he began to feel her tense and release with each wave of her orgasm. Her cunt milked his member with each contraction. He couldn't take it anymore and was overcome by orgasm. He wondered if she could feel the hot torrents of juice shoot into her womb in sequenced bursts. Her face betrayed her feelings and contorted into a passionate grimace only an orgasm could make. Slowly they fell back down from the passionate climax like two descending leaves from an old maple tree. They fell down, down, and down, until they were again able to have cognitive thought instead of raw instinct. Embracing her he whispered in an exhausted voice, "I love you." "I love you." -- Hawk Richards Heminway@epix.net -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /