Message-ID: <6732eli$9712241638@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Lee Barrett" Subject: Welcome to Sweden Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19971224050446.9764.qmail@hotmail.com> Welcome to Sweden By Newton Bogart and Lee Barrett LEE: In Stockholm for a week-long midwinter conference on -- uh -- refrigeration we snatch a steamy night at a little resort in the countryside near the capital. The next morning we wake and do our ablutions early to immerse ourselves in that addictive local custom a pre-breakfast sauna. Dressed only in the fluffy yellow towels supplied by the management we welcome the warm moist air of the pine-paneled sauna room. NEWTON: At this time of day we must be the only ones up and about at the resort, so we know we have the sauna wing to ourselves. The unusual surroundings are a negligible part of the reason my penis twitches when I see your silky legs and, peeking out below your towel, your broad, lean, muscular buns. LEE: As you sit down on the pine bench I notice the condition of your tumid cock. I slowly part your towel and engulf your plump and precomely plum-colored glans in my mouth. I give you a few shallow strokes, and then my lips make several long and leisurely expeditions to the bottom of your shaft (your glans worms its way into my throat, and your tropical tendrils tickle my nostrils) and back to your weeping slit. NEWTON: I feel your passion as your eloquent eyes gaze into mine and speak beautiful, satisfying thoughts. I nurse my cock further into your knowingly relaxed throat. I moan. You release your hold, throw a leg over my lap and mount me backwards. I reach around to fondle and weigh your breasts and to tweak their thimbles and to caress your downy belly and to comb your carpeted mound. As you methodically bounce up and down, your towel flapping, you lean back for a long wet kiss on my mouth. I circle your dripping clitoris with my fingers, and I realize -- ungh, ungh -- that my cock is approaching its explosion. LEE: I increase the tempo of my bounces. We break our kiss. NEWTON: The door creaks. It opens a few inches. We freeze. My cock gets stagefright and forgets its fucking lines. At least one person in this resort other than us is obviously _not_ in bed or anywhere near it. Still sitting on my lap you pull the towel around yourself in a desperate effort to cover our sweating united states. LEE: In walks a tall girl of about seventeen years and partly swathed in the establishment's sauna attire. Has she seen us? I note that she's an eerie reminder of her compatriot Agnetha Fältskog, but we haven't heard her sing yet so perhaps she'll eventually settle for becoming Stockholm's answer to Düsseldorf's daughter Claudia Schiffer. NEWTON: My eyes do a double take at this gorgeous doppelgänger of yours as she nonchalantly nods hello. Do I detect a knowing smile? She unwinds her yellow towel and drapes it over a rail. Turning her athletic back on us she closes the door, faces us again and walks slowly over to us, her heavy breasts barely swaying. Wordlessly she kneels in front of you, and in one smooth operation flicks her long Nordic hair to one side, pulls your towel aside and parts your sweat-streaming legs. My querulous cock remembers its lines but gives them a quick edit in view of the revised plot. LEE: Despite our astonishment neither of us complains. As your reassured cock resumes its rightful size and shape inside my cunt the gatecrasher slides her face into my lap, parts my straggly and almost transparent pubes with her hands and comprehensively sucks my swollen labia and clitoris and the sweating saltwater lake of my vulva. NEWTON: While her mouth punishes your pussy she uses a hand to cuddle my tightening scrotum and to seek the heat between my legs. You hold her head to your groin and, miraculously still impaled on me, resume your bouncing. We gasp in unison. It doesn't take long for me to announce that I'm about to come, but with a throaty groan you're first to reach a spasming release. Our new acquaintance spends a moment sucking one of my balls in its perspiring sack, then deftly unplugs my Lee-lubricated prick from your vagina and buries it in her mouth just in time to catch my agonizing ejaculation. Her fingers find the root of my cock and expertly milk the dregs through my gaping slit and into her mouth. LEE: Writhing in our shared ecstasy you let out a muffled scream, and we fall back in blissful exhaustion. With your lake of semen brimming behind her pursed and slightly parted lips our gift-angel straddles my torso with her thighs and from a height of about six inches carefully syringes your vanilla stream out of her mouth and into mine. I close my lips around your semen and hold it there. When she squats over my face and kisses my mouth with her musky, dusky, complicated anus I open my lips a bit and transfer some of your spunk from my lips to her sandalwood-scented valley. NEWTON: She glides over to me and presses her spermy tiniest hole against my mouth. I relish the taste of my cream, and the privileged feel and view and whiff of her morning-glorious crack, cleanly rich with a night's-worth of her sweat, and flanked by a luxuriant tract of pale forest spreading proudly up the inner slopes of her buttocks and to her coccyx and a couple of inches down the insides of her thighs and around to her cunt and her pubic mound. My eyes drink the sight of the delta of sparser and shorter blond hair that extends to her navel and that peters out to a thin line of fluff that reaches the top of her tummy. LEE: She unlatches her bottom from your mouth, gestures for us to kneel up, and gently brings our three heads together. For the next two or three murmuring minutes we share your supreme spend in slow and sloppy kisses all over our faces, and she raises her arms and beckons us to anoint her wispy pits and her puffed-up nipples with your evanescent juice. NEWTON: Our self-invited guest stands, rests her hands on your shoulders, looks you in the eyes and releases a hot gush of Swedish urine against your serenely upturned face and through your parted lips. Then she rotates her hips and sprays each of your trembling tits in turn -- back and forth, back and forth. Turning to me she gives me the same Mexican-wave wash till her bladder can deliver no more. She waits a few seconds and then strains to summon another few teaspoonfuls, which she squirts fitfully into our pubes. All this while her volatile aquavit has gradually been mixing with our sweat and my sperm to fill the room with the resultant tangy aroma. We spread the teenage goddess's scintillating purge over our torsos and down between our legs, and you rub your drenched cunt to its second frenzied detonation of this serendipitous encounter. LEE: The flaxen-haired youth kisses us each briefly but firmly on our piss-glistening lips, stands on the bench in the vaporous atmosphere of the sauna room, spreads her legs and her billowing labia and masturbates to her own open-mouthed uh-uh-uh climax above or in front of our eyes while we stroke and kiss her belly and her legs and her buttocks and her breasts and her arms and her relaxed anus. Then she solemnly brushes our lips with her cuntjuiced fingers, ties the towel around her flushed bosom and pads noiselessly on the moist soles of her feet to the door. With a hand on the doorknob she turns around and uses her tongue to wipe a snailtrail of our blended fluids from her lips. "Welcome to Sweden," she says with a smile. "Don't be late for breakfast!" She wafts through the door and closes it. NEWTON: We gaze at the door in reverent silence for a few seconds, adjusting our minds to the knowledge of the intoxicating gift that descended on us so unheralded and so briefly. Then we embrace and kiss each other, and we grin and giggle. LEE: I nod towards a corner of the room. There, awaiting our labors, are a faucet, a hose-reel, a mop in a squeeze-bucket, and, flush with the floor, a grille covering a drain. "High time we swabbed the decks, my hearty," I say. ----THE END, FOR NOW---- Newton Bogart, Lee Barrett, ---oooOOOooo--- ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |