Message-ID: <20529eli$9903130427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gordond103@aol.com (GordonD103) Subject: {Gordie} Archaeology (MF rom) 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: <19990313012439.05968.00000012@ng-fc1.aol.com> The following story contains sexually explicit material. If you are under eighteen, or such material is illegal in your area, or you do not wish to read such material, please delete this file now. E-mail comments welcome (GordonD103@aol.com) . . . . . . . . . . . . Archaeology by Gordie With several empty canteens rattling on the floor, Jack drove the Land Rover carefully through the rough terrain, following the tire tracks back to camp. Sitting beside him, Emily had her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. She was utterly exhausted. It was just a little after three in the afternoon and there was plenty of daylight left, but the punishing heat had got to them. Pulling up to the large canvas tent, they both got out and flopped onto their respective cots, too tired to even get a drink of water. After catching his breath, Jack, with a groan, hauled himself upright and filled two of the canteens from the large drum of water in the corner. He handed one to Emily then sat down wearily on his cot and took a long drink. Emily, still flat on her back, just took small sips from the canteen to keep from having to lift her head up. The two of them were doing some preliminary digging in a remote section of southern Kenya, in advance of a more thorough archaeological survey of the area. The other members of the team would be joining them in a weeks time. Being husband and wife, Jack and Emily were selected to set up the camp and map out the area. True, more than a few couples would be hesitant about being stuck in the middle of nowhere for weeks on end, but the two of them never seemed to get tired of each other. They were both fascinated by the way the other thought and reacted to things. This was mainly due to their upbringings, which couldn’t have been more different. Jack had grown up in Brooklyn, one of six kids in a noisy, boisterous Italian family, with more aunts, uncles and cousins in the neighborhood than he could count. He was outgoing and confident, but, going through high school, he never had much direction. Then one summer he went to visit his grandparents, who had moved to Arizona, and the wide-open spaces of the desert had left a real impression on him. He visited an archaeological dig while he was there, and it left him fascinated. Finding out how people lived so many hundreds of years ago from just a few small fragments really fired his imagination. Emily’s parents, on the other hand, were both anthropologists, dragging her around the globe from an early age, from Peru to Egypt, Israel to Tibet. She was always very bright, helping her parents with their studies and showing a university level of understanding of science by the time she reached her teenage years. By her sixteenth year, though, she became restless with all the traveling around and never having any lasting friendships. After enough begging, her parents put her in a boarding school in Washington state. Emily thought things would be different there, but her parents had always schooled her and she rarely interacted with kids her own age, so at the boarding school she pretty much kept to herself and buried herself in her work. She remembered wishing she could have been more rebellious when she was a teenager, but she just never seemed to fit in. In the shade of their tent, the two slowly recovered. “Oh man, a whole week of this,” yawned Jack, stretching. “Hey Emily, I’ve been thinking. You know, one way to figure out an ancient civilization is to imagine yourself as its ruler, and try to think how you’d run things. That might help on this expedition.” Emily knew what was coming. She could tell by the sound of his voice. “Uh huh,” she answered patently. “And you’ve given some thought to that?” “Matter of fact . . . What I’d do, if I ran things, I’d put up a statue of my hard-on, maybe thirty feet high, and have all the women dance around it, maybe bow down to it every morning.” “A civilization run by thirteen year old boys, great. It would last a good two weeks.” “So what would you do,” he asked. “A woman could run things better?” She gave an exasperated sigh, thought a moment, then said, “You know what I’d do? Get all the women together and find out how many orgasms they had each had over the past month. Whoever had the fewest, her husband would be thrown into the volcano.” “Well, I wouldn’t have anything to worry about there.” “Yeah, but watch yourself. The Kulal crater isn’t far from here.” When Jack had first met Emily in graduate school, he became very interested in her. He was attracted to her looks, but she never seemed to want to discuss anything personal, instead only talking very seriously about their studies, and never smiling or laughing. Jack saw it as sort of a project to draw her out, to dig beneath the surface. In the middle of conversations he would throw out a lewd double-entendre or other comment, and at first she would get an annoyed and exasperated look on her face, but after a while they would bring out a little grin, and when he first saw her shy smile, that was it. Her personality was so opposite that of his own, she was a constant source of fascination and amusement to him, her reserved and somewhat formal manners always bringing a smile to his face. Men asked Emily out when she was in college, but she was always rather hesitant, and if she did go out with them she would never get very close or really open up. Most guys would shortly give up, but Jack persisted. Her reluctance was mainly an awkwardness that carried over from her childhood, never being around kids her own age, and it seemed like Jack was the only one who could see this. When they first started dating his joking around caught her off guard. She would get angry with herself for blushing and giggling like a stupid schoolgirl, but after they had been together for a few years she got better at standing up for herself, pointing out how juvenile his remarks were, and, to Jack’s delight, coming up with some choice remarks of her own. Being around someone like Jack was something new for Emily- He got so much enjoyment out of life, eating, drinking, laughing, she hardly knew what to make of him at first, but once she got used to it she was determined never to let him go. By late afternoon the temperature had dropped a bit, still sweltering, but at least they could move around in the shade of their large tent. Jack unfolded their portable canvas bathtub, and with a length of tubing siphoned water into it from the drum of water. In no occupation do you get as dirty as Jack and Emily’s. The digging creates clouds of dust, and the physical exertion drenches you in sweat, the two combining to cover you in a solid layer of dirt. While the tub was filling, Emily, still laying on her cot, began undressing. Jack always let her go first, and she didn’t argue. As she pulled off her sweat soaked underwear, Jack said, “Ready, your Highness.” He helped his exhausted wife up, then she stepped into the tub. She stood in the water as Jack wet a washcloth, lathered it up with a bar of soap, and began running it over her body, circling it on her back, around her neck, then using just his hands to run the soapy water over her breasts. He spent a little longer than was really necessary on them, the soapy water making the two round globes softer than anything he could imagine. When they had first met she had always dressed very conservatively, wearing minimizer bras, he later realized, and it was only after they had become intimate that he was really able to appreciate her full, soft, jiggling breasts, with their large pink areola and very responsive nipples. He liked to suck on them and see just how far he could make them stick out. When he had soaped her all over, she sat down in the water, sinking in to her shoulders. As Jack got the bottle of shampoo Emily tilted her head back and wet her hair. After a day in the field, her long hair, bleached blond from the sun, resembled straw you might find on a stable floor. He lathered the shampoo into her hair, working down to the ends. She then leaned back and rinsed the dirt and grit out of her hair, then Jack put a squirt of conditioner into his hand and smoothed it in. Rinsing it out, her hair regained it’s wavy softness. After she had soaked a while Jack gave her a nudge on the shoulder, Emily slowly and reluctantly rising from the cool water. He filled a small bucket with clean water and began rinsing the soapy water off her body. Stepping out of the tub, she reached into a box of their supplies and pulled out a bottle of Visine, carefully putting a drop into each of her red rimmed eyes. Blinking a few times, she let out a little sigh of pleasure. Now Jack’s turn, he stood in the tub while Emily began to work the soap into the washcloth. “Uh uh,” said Jack. “Just use your hands.” She gave him one of her looks, then draped the washcloth over the side of the tub and began lathering the soap into her hands. Working over his upper body, she noticed the development in his chest and shoulders. When they had first met Jack was as skinny as your average graduate student, but from his work out in the field he had built up some pretty decent muscles. Emily ran the soap down lower, over his stomach, lower back, his butt, and as she did she noticed the start of an erection. “Have you ever gone more than three hours without getting a boner?” she asked in a playfully annoyed manner. “Mmmm, once when I was six. But it was my first day of nursery school. I was nervous.” Continuing with her washing, Emily thought back to when the two of them had first started going together. He was such a goofball she didn’t know what to make of him at first, but, hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep from laughing at his stupid jokes. Jack wore down her defenses, and finally she gave into him. She was afraid to tell him that, at age twenty-two, she was still a virgin. He saw how nervous she was their first time out and took things slowly, and, although it wasn’t as bad as she had imagined it might be, she really didn’t enjoy their first few times out. But over time she relaxed and got more into it. And more into it. By the time they had gotten married she found the strangest things running through her head. What would it be like being taken by two men at once? Or sharing another woman with Jack? Letting a man stick his thing up her butt was the most terrible thing she could think of- so why did the thought of it put a grin on her face? I was as though sex allowed her the rebelliousness she had never experienced as a teenager. She kept some of her fantasies to herself, but when she did share one with Jack, he could hardly believe his ears, this shy, sweet girl whispering in his ear that she’d maybe like to give him a blow job and swallow his cum. She could hardly believe what she was saying herself, taking such glee in doing things that were wrong, doing them *because* they were wrong. Emily knew that success in academics relied on asking lots of questions, and she took the same approach with sex. She found out it felt best when she ran her lips firmly along the top couple inches of his erection, just below the head. If she kept it up long enough, working up and down quickly, she knew she would feel his big hard penis give out a throb, then Jack would let out a groan and a sudden, powerful jet of semen would shoot into the back of her mouth. She would quickly gulp it down and wait for the next one, Jack groaning in ecstacy the entire time. It was horrible and she loved it. What would people say, she thought to herself. Jack would just lay there, panting, eyes closed, moaning, not believing his good fortune. How could Jack have known about her, from their first inauspicious meetings? It seems some people have a knack for looking at an unassuming patch of ground, knowing there’s something valuable buried there. The worst of the heat was over, and as the sun began to sink Jack and Emily set about fixing dinner. Their diet mainly consisted of freeze dried beef stroganoff and such, but they supplemented it with things they had bought when they had passed through the nearest town. Jack would lie back and Emily would feed him dates and dried figs, and Jack would mash up dried garbanzo beans he had soaked overnight with a little oil and garlic, the way he remembered his grandmother fixing them. They would scoop the mixture onto their fingers and feed it to each other, grinning like teenagers. They finished off their meal with tea they had bought while passing through Morocco. They gazed out at the desert, waiting for the temperature to get to the ideal point, still warm, but with a cool breeze blowing. “You know what I’d like to do tonight?” Emily smiled, speaking in an eager whisper. “Just grab me and start fucking me, really hard and deep, like you couldn’t wait. Just yank my clothes off and start fucking me.” Jack gave her hand a little squeeze. He absolutely loved how she asked for things, boldly, but in a conspiratorial whisper, like it was something they shouldn’t be doing. Whenever Jack would tickle her clit with his tongue she would gasp out, “No . . . Stop . . . Don’t!” She loved it and had no intention of stopping him- it just seemed like the shyness and reluctance of her youth was still with her. After relaxing a while, Jack began to feel a cool breeze on his feet. He put his arm around Emily’s waist, stroking her underneath her tee shirt. Getting up, he carried one of the cots outside the tent. They didn’t hesitate to make love out of doors- the terrain was flat and wide open, and they could probably see anyone approaching a good two or three miles off. He returned to the tent and, as per his wife’s instructions, scooped her impatiently up from her chair and carried her out to the cot. He stood her beside it, unbuttoning her khaki shorts and yanking them down, then pulling down her panties. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, and after he pulled Emily’s shirt over her head he massaged her breasts roughly for a second, then took her arms firmly and guided her toward the cot. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “Um . . . gee, I think we really ought to take things more slowly. Maybe we should wait.” She feebly pushed him back. Playing along, Jack said, “Fuck that.” He put her hand around his enlarging dick. “Feel that? When you get a guy like that you’re going to get fucked. Hard. Right now.” He didn’t have a full hard-on yet, but it still felt huge in Emily’s small hand. Gripping her arms, he pushed her down on the cot. Taking off his shirt and pants, he pulled down his boxer shorts and, with Emily rubbing herself to get warmed up, Jack stood over her stroking his dick, greedily looking over the curves of her body. It didn’t take Jack long to get fully erect, and he didn’t waste any time getting into position, lifting her legs up in the air, working his way forward. Kneeling in front of her, he poked the tip of his hard cock inside her. He began pumping, working a fraction more in with each one, coating his big, hard erection in the light coating of moisture Emily produced. “You think you can give a guy a hard-on and just go skipping away? A little cutie like you is going to get fucked.” After half a minute he lay on top of her and really started thrusting, pumping hard and deep, bumping into her clitoris, bringing a squeal of pleasure from her. He whispered in her ear. “Don’t tell me you want to take it slow, you horny little bitch. You like knowing you got a guy’s dick up, don’t you? And you like having him shove it in that little pussy of yours, huh?” Jack pressed his open mouth against Emily’s, working his tongue in, and Emily quickly opened her mouth and returned the kiss, the two of them eagerly thrusting their hips into one another, sucking their mouths together, completely connected. As Jack got tired he wrapped his arms around Emily and lifted her upright, then lay back so she was on top, straddling him. Jack would oftentimes lick her pussy, and massage it with his hand, and it felt great for her, but really the only way Emily could come was through lots of deep, hard pumping. Now on top of him, she thrust herself up and down on the thick, hard shaft, Jack’s long erection intruding deeply inside her. She knew she could ride him like this as long as she wanted, without worrying the fun would end too soon. Jack could only seem to come when he was pumping her more slowly and shallowly. She kept his hard-on buried deep inside her and bounced quickly. As she got closer Jack felt her vaginal muscles tighten up. He loved having her on top of him. Breathing through her mouth, eyes closed and her face flushed, he would watch as she eagerly thrust herself up and down, tits swinging freely and her butt slapping against him. As she came, sighing and breathing deeply, she alternated between pumping down on him hard, then working her hips quickly forward and back. Finally she fell forward, her heaving chest pressed tightly to Jack’s. He let her recover a minute, stroking her hair, but he was getting a little impatient. He sat up and put his arms around Emily and lowered her on her back. He began a slow and easy motion, enjoying the unbelievable sensations, his wife’s pussy nice and snug and slippery from just having come a minute ago, his erection pumped up to it’s absolute maximum. With the two of them groaning together Jack very gradually increased the rhythm, smoothly working himself in and out, Emily working her hips back and forth to meet him. They fucked, perfectly coordinated, for several minutes more till Jack, right on the edge, gave Emily a few quick pumps, took a deep breath and let out a huge groan, and then held still as he flooded his wife with a half a dozen long thick streams of cum. Catching his breath, he slowly resumed pumping, easing his erection in and out, keeping the feeling of his orgasm going. Eventually he pulled out and the two of them kissed briefly, open mouthed. They then rearranged themselves on the narrow cot with Jack on his back and Emily on her side up against him, resting her head on his chest. They stroked one another, breathing heavily. The breeze had picked up a little, but they were kept warm by the heat radiating out from the desert floor, so the two of them lazed there for as long as they could. Eventually, though, the winds increased and the temperature began dropping quickly. They sleepily retired to the tent, Jack dragging the cot in and securing the tent flaps. Emily lit the kerosene lamp and the two of them sat reading and talking for a while, but they were in the habit of turning in early to save fuel, so before long they got out the two person sleeping bag they shared and unrolled it on one of the cots. “Anything I can do for my Empress before we turn in?” asked Jack. “Anoint you with oil, kneel down and kiss your feet?” Emily walked up to Jack and pulled him against her. Touching her nose to his, she said, “How ‘bout bowing down and kissing my butt?” “An interesting form of worship. Maybe I’ll pay you that particular honor tomorrow night.” He reached down and massaged her buttocks. He then unzipped the sleeping bag and let Emily in, then got in after her and zipped it back up. What a nutball I married, Emily smiled to herself. She sometimes found herself wondering what Jack had seen in her when they had first met. She simply didn’t know what a talent he had for archaeology. 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