Message-ID: <22497asstr$948975002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: judecarith@my-deja.com Lines: 49 X-Original-Message-ID: <86og5v$fvm$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Jan 27 04:05:22 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Britney 2 Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 07:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar I did not write this story. I do not have the author's name on file. Enjoy, but do not request reposting or e-mail version. -JC Britney rolled off Dave. She attacked his pants. I couldn't see her face, but her hands were ripping at Dave's belt. Now DAVE was pumping his hips. He was unbuttoning his shirt. Britney finished with his pants. She jerked his shorts down so hard I heard them rip. Dave's huge, swollen cock waved stiffly. Britney rose to her knees. Her back was to me. She swung her leg over Dave as if she was mounting a horse. She reached down with both hands. She rubbed the head of Dave's prick up and down her hot, wet cunt three times. I heard Dave groan in pleasure. Then, in one sharp move of her hips, Britney impaled herself on Dave's cock. I heard Dave gasp. Britney let out a sort of bubbly groan. Then her ass muscles flexed. She rode Dave's pole, rocking her hips. She was breathing hard, making little "uhn" sounds between breaths. Now Dave was breathing hard. His deeper "ahn" sounds mixed with Britney's high "unhs." I could even hear the squishy sounds of Dave's organ sliding in and out of Britney. Britney shrieked. It was a shrill, "Oh god!" Her hips froze. Dave's were still pumping. She shrieked again. Then she fell forward onto Dave. Her hands grabbed at his head, his hair. Her frantic lips sought his neck, his face. She was sobbing and moaning. Dave was still pumping. Britney's whole body rose and fell with his violent strokes. The I heard Dave cry out. It was a deep, incoherent growl, almost a roar. He arched his back, raising Britney off the bed. She lay on top of him. Her smooth, silky body writhed against his. I could almost hear Dave's cum shooting into Britney. She could feel it, deep inside her, hot, wet, filling her vagina, splashing into her womb. Dave pumped and pumped, each time lifting Britney off the bed, until he pumped himself dry. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+