Message-ID: <24153asstr$958443023@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000515204739.09351.00002091@ng-fz1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Surprised by Joy/Dave Whitley 13 (Otzchiim) Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 22:10:23 -0400 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: gill-bates, IceAltar While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character that you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice, defloration more often. Chapter 13. Surprised by Joy On Saturday morning their kiss on awakening became delightfully serious and turned into a fast and violent session of intense pleasure. Unlike their wild coupling last night, Dave caressed Joy with care, slowly, lingeringly, pausing to give pleasure then take it in return. With each touch of his hands on her warming flesh, with each caress of her lips against his taut body, they brought each other to new heights of pleasure that neither had known existed. Long, lingering strokes, whispered caresses. Their lips touched, then drew apart to murmur foolish endearments, rash, inarticulate promises, then touched again. They had to use more of the contraceptive jelly before Dave filled Joy again and left a deposit of seed far up. When finally he slid effortlessly into her, claiming her, her name was on Dave's lips. As she wrapped her arms around him, welcoming him into her warmth, his name was on hers. Together they soared, hands linked, lips fused, and at last they lay still. But then David had to go to work. Joy spent that day on the beach with Suzanne and Ricky. She had a good time playing in the ocean with them, but when the activity between them became too clearly erotic for her to join in, she spent a lot of time thinking about the way her life had been going. And slowly deciding that she liked it very much. At the restaurant that day Dave was very cheerful, if a little less alert than usual. Joy met him at the back door when he got off at six. When the cook saw her, he took away Dave's dinner plate and gave him food enough for two in carry-out containers. So they ate on a bench with plastic tableware in the twilight. They went to a movie that night and as they went back to his apartment, Joy suggested that they shower together. But before they did, as she undressed him, she sniffed his body to get a dose of the odor he had left on his sheets and pillow when he left her that morning. They stood naked in the water and kissed each other. Dave put a hand around behind her and slid one finger along her slit to put it inside her. Joy gasped at that and put more weight against him. She reached between his legs to lather him up, but her hand lingered there for a long while. Joy lowered her eyelids and glanced aside as she said: "You have done something for me twice now that I want to reciprocate -- and, well, I wanted to make sure it was clean." And she squatted in the shower stall, with the water falling off his body and her head, to hold his shaft in her hands and taste the tip with her tongue. Dave thought that he was already long and rigid, but Joy made him more so, and made him throb in her hand as well. When she paused, he raised her up and held her body to his. Dave told her how she had made him feel, and suggested that they continue (or do something else) in a more comfortable place. Joy smiled at this. They dried each other with towels and lay across his bed. Her hand, and then her lips and tongue, soon brought his attention back to fullness. Joy kissed the head of his penis and ran her tongue around it, then she took the crown into her mouth. Joy raised her head back to the tip, then returned, a little further this time. This time as she went up her hand circled Dave's shaft at the place her lips had reached their furthest. She slid her hand up and down using her saliva for lubrication. She went further down each time, spreading her mouth wide, extending also the area that her hand gripped and moved upon. Dave wanted desperately to put his hands to her head to guide her, but he feared that she would be frightened off by that, and he could not easily see how what she was doing could be improved. What she maybe lacked in practice Joy well made up for in native skill. As he looked down at her, kneeling between his legs, he saw that Joy had closed her eyes to allow herself to concentrate on the sensation that he was giving the inside of her mouth, and that it was giving to him. When Dave was close to erupting, he warned her and she raised her head. But her hand kept moving and as the first spout came up, her fingers squeezed the top of his erection. The jolt of pleasure was almost painful as he shot far into the air. Joy wiped him off with a towel that she had kept nearby. Dave told her that she had perhaps worked too well for her own good. He had to use his tongue on Joy that night and finish her off with his hand while his tongue was sunk deep in her mouth. But the next morning he gave her long body the full long treatment before going to work and leaving Joy to her pleasant dreams and memories. Joy met him when he got off work, that day and every day he worked for the next three weeks. They spent about half the nights in the beach-house and half in his apartment, and the others really didn't see much of either of them. Though Suzanne saw more than she expected to on the day she found them screwing in the shower at the beach-house. Lying on the beach in the sun with Joy was a wonderful experience for them both every time that they did it. But that of course they could only do a few times, on the days that Dave was off. Lying in bed with her and what they did there, they did far more often -- twice a day at least! But she wanted more of him than she got, on those long days on the beach without him, and she so wished that it were possible to have Dave possess her in the sunlight, in the open. Joy thought about it all of one day, and she found a solution of sorts. That first night on the beach, when Dave first made her a woman, was wonderful but it would not be the same again. Either on the open beach or under the boardwalk there would be too much chance of discovery, and they could only do either of those in darkness. Joy told him what she wanted to do on the Wednesday night after they first met, as they lay in her bed after he had thoroughly satisfied her -- at least until the morning. She saw him smile at her idea, as the moon came in her window. Dave whispered "Yes" in her ear as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. The next day, Thursday, one week from the day that they lay together under the boardwalk, Joy met him at the restaurant at six p.m. She was dressed in a loose blouse and a pair of walking shorts; she had changed from her bathing suit a little while before. There was only an hour or so of sunlight left, so after they ate quickly, they went to the beach-house. There Dave boosted Joy onto the metal ladder that went up the wall and onto the roof, and clambered up after her. The view of the town was beautiful from there, as was the view of the approaching sunset. But as Dave stood there he began to have doubts, because he imagined that people whom he could not see would spot them and know why they had gone up there. Should he go through with it? Yes. The possibility of being seen was small, and if anything would add a thrill to the many he expected to get. Dave decided to spread the blanket, the same one they had used a week before, on the side of the roof away from the ladder to be further from the mass of prying eyes. As he opened the blanket, which he had specifically asked Joy to bring, he wished for a moment that it were his own one, left at home for the summer. But there had been no reason to expect to use it this summer, and it would not have been practical to bring it that night a week ago in any case. Still, it might have been interesting to add a third little stain of blood to it, with the ones from Anne Shimura and Irene Reed. The sun and the wind felt very good to Joy as he bared her skin, but his hands were much better. The overture that Dave played on her was improved by the week of practice--very intense practice. When they were both naked, Joy reached for his skin-flute and took the end into her mouth. She did not soothe his savage breast, but he did not want her to at all. The martial tune she played on his organ got his soldier standing erect. Their next movement had Dave rolling her over and playing an arpeggio on her happily non-virginal vagina with his fingers. Then she bowed her legs and he entered with his bridge, sliding like a trombone in an ode to Joy. They made beautiful music together that day. Their sweet symphony continued for a long time, and as they reached a crescendo, Joy looked over his shoulder and saw a sunset almost as glorious as the way he made her feel. They fell asleep there. For how long, neither knew, but when Dave woke up again it was dark, the little-over-half moon was high in the sky, and they were not alone on the rooftop. He could hear low voices from the other side of the roof, near the ladder leading up. He did not recognize the voices, but Dave could tell that one of the people was male and the other female. This narrowed the probable identities to a few, and made it clear that the purpose of the visit would not be far from that which Joy and he had shared. He did not know who their neighbors were for some time, but the whispers and the small sounds told him what they were doing and where they were going. The clouds that drifted across the moon did not help him to see. A head became visible, outlined by the lights of the town below. The mass of hair around it indicated that it was feminine. When the moon broke free of its cover, Dave could see that the features were those of Anne Shimura, which meant that what she was delicately bending over was attached to Carson. She traced the tip of her tongue along the vein of the underside three times, then kissed the top. Her breasts were outlined against the moon and Dave saw that her nipples were erect. Anne's tongue circled the head and her mouth opened. Her head began bobbing slowly and she gradually sank down, taking more and more of him. She swallowed several inches, an amazing amount for her rather small head, and then she held still--still as far as Dave could see, though her tongue may still have been very active and Dave was sure that her cheeks were hollowed with a sucking action. When Anne lifted her head Dave was impressed again by how far she had to go to separate from Carson. She lay on him, or perhaps beside him, for a moment. There were more whispers and sighs. Then the bodies shifted and Dave saw Carson's head and shoulders against the moon. Dave also saw his hands cupping Anne's buttocks and his head descending toward her lower lips. He knelt to worship her there with his mouth. At first she rested on her feet and her shoulders, arching her back toward him, and Dave soon saw her body tremble. Then Carson lifted her up further and placed Anne's legs on his shoulders to give him easier access to her womanhood. The cries she gave now were not so soft. David reflected that Anne had never been on either side of oral sex with him, during their brief period together. Carson (or someone else) had taught her about that; he wondered what it would be like to have her lips wrapped around his erection, what she would be like that way. He wondered as he had before why she had broken off things so abruptly with him. He had perhaps not been good at building steady relationships, he reflected. Joy beside him was the tenth girl he had been between the legs of in the year since Francine had picked him up, and he was already wondering if he would ever get into Alice Newell -- or into more than her mouth, though that had been very good. The other couple shifted again, and Carson settled Anne back onto the roof. He lifted her legs until her feet was almost behind her head, then lowered his body onto hers. Dave heard Anne tell Carson urgently that she wanted him to enter her. He made contact and slid deep into her in one smooth stroke, and Dave heard her give a shuddering sigh. David thought how odd it seemed to listen to Anne Shimura doing with someone else what he had done with her on that blanket at College Park less than four months before. But he, at least, had been first -- and her first. He remembered how she flinched and turned away at the moment that he broke the membrane and opened her up all the way and how sweet it had felt to sink into her. Though perhaps not quite as sweet as shattering the hymen of the girl next to him had been only a week ago. That sequence of thoughts made him very hard all over again. Carson slowly entered and withdrew from Anne's small body and she gave eloquent testimony to what he was doing to her. He built her quickly to a climax, and met her there. As they lay together afterward, Joy said to Dave, "That was quite a show, wasn't it?" She had awakened about the same time that he had, though he had not guessed. If Anne and Carson knew that they were observed, they never spoke of it. They went back down in a while, and Joy and Dave followed them in time, after Joy took advantage of the condition she found Dave in. For the rest of the three weeks that they spent together then, Joy and Dave had sex every morning and every night. In his bed or in hers, they spent the night together. Nearly all the evenings ended with Dave pumping into her and bringing her deep satisfaction, several inches deep. The other nights they found other ways. Once he took Joy over the top three times before midnight with his tongue. But he found that her appetite was not decreased by this, and that night ended with him boring deep into her, with her triphammer hips pounding around his drill until they brought forth a gusher. One more time in the three weeks Joy sucked on him until he gushed into the air. That night Dave put his hand back enough to reach her vagina and stroked her clitoris and entered her with his middle finger or two fingers while she went down on him. But he must have liked living dangerously when he shot his index finger into her anus while she was all the way down. The last night Joy stayed on him all the way and Dave shot straight down her throat, while she sucked him empty. His job limited the days they could spend together, but the nights they used to the fullest. Joy stayed hooked up with Dave Whitley for a while. Suzanne dated Ricky for maybe six months more. It wasn't clear how long Anne went with Carson after that. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+