Message-ID: <24991asstr$962752256@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000704155743.81857.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Laura Smith" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Laura Smith "Land of the Wild Cocks" (M?/F oral) sort of a new author Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 19:10:56 -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: newsman, dennyw This is only my second story. If anyone remembers my first one, you might discover some similar themes. But since I'm not a very experienced writer, I have to write about what's on my mind. If anyone has any feedback, I would love to hear from you. Heck, you can even just say hello. lauras_1979@hotmail.com I hope you like this one. Laura Land of the Wild Cocks By Laura Smith For some reason, Laura thought about the way David looked in the bathtub. Just below the surface, his limp penis waved lazily back and forth like an anemone moving with the soft slosh of the waves. The loose skin of his balls, which were nestled in the floating mat of hair, reminded her of the coily octopus at the aquarium. When she touched him, the tip of his cock nosed up out of the water like a submarine - later, the thick salty jet of come left little white tendrils floating through the water, shredding as they dissolved. Laura shook her head. She wasn't paying attention to the road, or to the scenery. A line of low grass-topped dunes hid the ocean; the sky was cloudless and deep blue - a beautiful day. She inhaled the warm sea air and exhaled, sighing as her hand slipped down onto the empty seat beside her. The vacation they had planned together. Laura's doubts rose again: was it crazy to come anyway, alone? But the tickets were nonrefundable - all that money, why waste it? The resort would have accepted a cancellation - she had called, coming so close to calling it off - but the airfare would have been lost, a write-off, just like the relationship. At the time, she thought she could use the week to forget about David, to make a new beginning - maybe even meet someone here - but his absence was palpable, a yawning vacancy in the seat beside her. Plenty of women caught their boyfriends cheating, Laura imagined. But to actually walk in on him fucking somebody else was an unusually cruel blow. When she slipped into the apartment quietly - David was often taking a nap at that time of day - the sound was immediately unmistakable. Their bed had a peculiar creak, and the rhythm could be nothing else. Laura crept to the half-open bedroom door. On top, the woman had her back turned, but Laura recognized the blond hair spilling over her shoulders right away - up until that moment one of her close friends. David's face was hidden, but Laura could see his hands, grasping the woman's ass so hard his fingernails were white, and she could see his cock, or a little of it at least -David had such a nice cock - the glistening underside of it revealed and hidden again as he pushed it in and out. Laura watched, unable to move, until they finished and collapsed onto each other in a sweaty, gasping heap. Then she let herself silently out of the apartment. Her eyes had misted over. She pulled the car off to the side of the deserted road and let the gentle breeze and the sound of the distant breaking surf calm her. She had yet to see the ocean although the sounds and smells of it were overwhelming. The long featureless line of dunes had run alongside the road since she turned onto it almost an hour before. Suddenly Laura couldn't wait to see the water, the sand, whatever lay just on the other side of those dunes. She gathered a few things from the back seat and after locking the rental car, slowly began to climb the shifting sand. The view from the top took her breath away. Water so blue set against blazing white sand - in the resort brochures she cynically assumed the colors were all retouched, but this was stunning. Looking up and down the beach, there was not a person in sight, nor any other sign of human presence. Laura picked her way through the clumps of dry beach grass at the top of the dune and descended towards the inviting empty stretch of sand below. Close to the high tide mark, she dropped her towel and water bottle, kicked off her sandals and waded into the ocean. The first wave lapping her feet felt electric - so cool, and the salt made it feel fizzy, like champagne. Laura went in deeper, to where the low surf broke, just wetting the fringe of her shorts. She walked along for a while, parallel to the beach, wishing she had put on her swimsuit; the water was so delightful. Finally, she could not keep herself out of it - her clothes would all dry again quickly in this heat - and she plunged in up to her neck and began to swim. Laura was athletic and proud of her body. She never felt like a real beauty, but she knew her muscles were firm and she enjoyed feeling them work. She swam vigorously up and down the beach several times, just beyond the breaking surf. Her baggy shorts felt waterlogged and heavy around her thighs. Laura let the sand come up beneath her feet and stopped, looking up and down the empty beach. No one was around; and even if the beach had been full of people, none of them would know, she decided. She slipped off the shorts, and then her panties, rolling them into a tight bundle that she held tightly beneath the water. The feeling of nakedness was thrilling. Laura had taken her top off at the beach one time, but that was a completely different thing - immediately she had felt the roving eyes of men on her. But to go bottomless - so much more intimate - and still be hidden from view gave her a strange charge. Laura waded around that way for several minutes before moving to deeper water so she could pull of her tank-top as well and tread water completely naked while clutching all her things tightly in one fist. When she grew tired and the novelty of swimming about naked in the open water had worn off somewhat, Laura slipped back into her wet clothes and waded back to shore. She thought about pulling her things off again and sunbathing in the nude - everything would dry more quickly that way - but the wide-open expanse of beach made her a little self-conscious. Someone could pop up over the top of those dunes without any notice. Scanning the low grassy dunes, she saw a place not far away where the shoulder of one dune jutted out beyond its neighbors. It looked as if there might be a sheltered area there. As Laura crossed the sand her wet clothes began to feel uncomfortable; the salt water made them itchy. It would be nice to get out of them until they had dried. The hollow between the dunes turned out to be larger than Laura expected, and in that shaded area the grasses had grown more thickly, and there were even a few small shrubs sprouting here and there. An excellent spot, she decided. Picking her way through the low bushes, Laura headed for a small clearing a few yards ahead that seemed to be bordered by a clump of a different kind of plant life. When Laura entered the clearing, she dropped her things to the ground at first without a second thought, and then whirled around as something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was the clump of small dark plants she had seen from farther back; they weren't plants at all - somebody had buried about twenty or thirty fake penises in the sand! Laura turned quickly again, half expecting to find someone observing, laughing at her reaction, but she was alone. What a stupid thing to do! She thought, snorting to herself. But then she began to laugh. They looked so ridiculous - each one nestled in its little bed of hair. Limp and curled up, some of them encrusted with sand, they looked like a bunch of sea-plants, or a weird little cactus garden. Cautiously, she moved closer to have a look. These weren't dildos - they were far too lifelike, and they were flaccid. Who would make a flaccid dildo anyway? Who would ever buy one? She decided to pull up the one closest to her and have a look at it. But when she touched it, she sprang back. It was so lifelike! And it was warm... Well, it had been in the sun half a day, she reasoned, and it was probably made of some very fancy rubber material, maybe a medical school model, or something. Laura got down on her knees beside it and was just about to touch it again when she gave a start. It moved! She watched with fascination as the penis lazily rolled off to one side, like and old dog turning over in its sleep. The motion was so lifelike. Laura shivered with a mixture of horror and fascination. She had seen David's cock do just the same thing. Once, when he was sleeping, Laura had gently pulled the covers off him and blown lightly over his cock and balls. He hadn't come awake, but his cock had made the same lazy turning motion, sensitive to the slightest puff of air. Laura stared at it for some time, but it did not move again. Perhaps she had been responsible for the movement herself. After all, she had touched it o moment before... Feeling slightly silly, Laura reached out gingerly and touched the curled-up penis again, lifting it upright between her thumb and forefinger, just the way she would have done if it had been real. Under her fingertips, she felt a pulse pounding. It had to be her own, she decided, until she sensed the odd stirrings and felt it slowly grew erect. Laura continued to hold on as the penis grew rigid and stood straight up from the sand. After a moment, she felt self-conscious when she realized her mouth had dropped open at the amazing spectacle. Laura let go and began to dig in the sand beside the penis. It was so life-like! She had to know how it was being done. But the sand was only a few inches deep and then her fingernails scraped a surface that was hard, slick and unyielding. What was going on here? She flopped back on her haunches and looked about at the odd scene - all of these penises, in all sizes and colors, sticking up out of the sand. The one she had touched was already beginning to droop. That too was so life-like, she decided, that need for constant attention. Laura absently reached out and gave the half-engorged head a light pat, and immediately the penis responded by surging upward again. It reminded her of her old dog, Argus, the one she'd had as a child - the way his wet nose was always straining towards her, snuffling under the dinner table, waiting for a pat on the head or a juicy morsel, never able to stand it when she ignored him, and drooping sadly if she took her hand away, even for a second. When she was twelve, Laura discovered the special tingle that went through her when Argus' warm breath or wet tongue brushed the inside of her leg, far up under her dress. Beneath the table, with the rest of the family oblivious to what she was doing, Laura hiked up her skirts, luring Argus forward with a tasty scrap of meat held deep between her thighs. And then one day she hit upon the idea of rubbing a little of the warm gravy on her underpants and guiding the dog's eager nose all the way to her crotch. She could still feel it vividly - the prodding of his nose, and then the rhythmic lap, lap, lap of his thick warm tongue. She would get up from the table, feeling flushed, her genitals thick and swollen, pulsating. And, alone in her room, she ran her hands up under her dress and felt the sticky mixture of gravy, saliva, and the curious moisture that was still oozing out of her... Laura shook her head. One had had slipped between her legs, while the other had continued absently stroking the upright penis. It looked purple and swollen. Laura wondered how far the realism would go. Could it have an orgasm, she wondered, you know, send out its little squirt of sperm? She began to stroke it with all her fingers curled about the shaft, watching as the balls seemed to shrink and draw up tight to the base of it. And then suddenly, without warning, it shot a fat dollop of semen onto her wrist and forearm, immediately followed by another spasmodic ejaculation that landed in the sand. Laura squeezed tight and felt the organ throbbing against her palm as more of the semi-opaque thick white liquid continued to slowly pour from it. Laura let her hand move down to the balls, and when she touched them, the penis gave another small jerk and she could see a fresh surge of semen issue forth. When she drew her hand away, she realized her heart was beating quite fast and her breath was coming in short little gasps. When she caught her breath, Laura found herself carefully crawling between the penises sprouting up from the sand. Here and there, she stopped to examine specimens she found interesting for one reason or another. A few of them she stroked, so that she might see what they looked like when erect before moving on. She had a moment's guilt that she was being a tease, but then, who was going to say anything. At last, she found one of just the right proportions. With a little water from her bottle, she washed off the encrusted sand before placing her lips gingerly around the head of it. The feeling was certainly realistic on her lips and tongue as the organ began to swell and push itself further into her mouth. It tasted more or less as she would have expected - a mildly cum-like salty, fishy taste that was certainly more pleasant than some of the real men she had been with. Laura had chosen a smallish but well-proportioned penis, one she thought she might be able to take in entirely. After she had coaxed it with her lips, tongue and fingers to what she assumed was its maximum size, Laura slowly lowered her mouth over it. The throbbing, tapered head of it was just nudging that back of her throat as her lips felt the ticklish touch of the curly hairs sprouting from its base. Slowly, she began to move her mouth over the length of it, pausing each time it was completely inside of her. She discovered that the organ could swell to an even greater size when she pleasured it this way, but now she had grown more relaxed and confident so that she could still contain all of it. As she nodded up and down with increasing speed, Laura pondered the wisdom of letting it erupt in her mouth. After all, she had no idea whose sperm this was - if it was even real at all. But feeling the telltale strains and jerks of the penis grasped tightly between her lips, Laura decided that this was something she simply couldn't pass up. And then, all at once, her mouth was filled with the thick warm sperm. She felt it squirt against the back of her throat, almost causing her to gag, but she continued to milk it, sucking harder to see how many ejaculations she could elicit before the penis lost its strength and went soft inside of her. When she felt she had sucked the last drop from it, Laura sat back, and while rinsing her mouth out, watched the organ shrink and curl up like a balloon deflating on the sand. Laura suddenly felt a wave of self-consciousness. What if someone was watching her? And what could this possibly mean, all of these penises buried in the sand, like a weird little secret garden? She looked about again. The little clearing was truly secluded. The taller foliage hid the dune tops and the ocean lay over a low ridge, out of view. If anyone was spying on her, they would have to be in an airplane high above, or have a camera hidden somewhere. The notion that someone would construct this setup in the middle of nowhere and then wait for someone to stumble onto it seemed far-fetched. She had stopped the car here on a whim. Nothing along the road indicated this spot to be special. And she had only stumbled onto the little clearing quite by accident. She pinched herself: no, this wasn't a dream either. Her clothes were half dry now and beginning to feel itchy, reminding Laura that she had originally looked for a secluded spot in order to do some sunbathing. She nimbly tiptoed out from among the penises back to where she had dropped her things. After spreading out her towel, Laura slipped off her damp salty clothing and lay face down, letting the sun warm her back. The sand beneath her felt hot even through the towel and not particularly soft. Hard packed, there were odd lumps in it digging into various parts of her body. One such bump, perhaps a stone or small piece of driftwood, was digging into her pubic bone. Laura shifter position so that the bump pressed against the softer flesh of her vulva, like a man's erection probing her though a stiff pair of jeans. Laura propped herself up on her forearms and looked at the little grove of penises a few feet away, now directly at eye level. She didn't know what to make of it all. She found the experience arousing, but only mildly so. She enjoyed fellatio, giving hand jobs, and all the other ways of pleasing her man, but this experience wasn't quite the same. There was nothing like watching the look on his face when he came, listening to the sounds he made, or feeling the way his body twitched and jerked as he lost control. The first time she had done David: that had been special. They had known each other as friends for several months. Although Laura knew she wanted him, she had been shy and they had hardly ever spoken. And then there was the party. A friend living in one of the high rises downtown invited Laura over, and when she saw David there too, something in her gave way. Fortifying her courage with a few drinks, she had sought him out and flirted with him in the best way she knew. Much to her surprise and relief, David seemed to enjoy the attention and responded in kind. Much later in the evening, they found themselves alone together on the darkened balcony, exchanging a series of more and more passionate kisses. Laura felt a kind of wild abandon as she pushed him to the railing and stood beside him. David gave a start when her fingers found the hard shaft of his penis through his trousers, but he let her proceed to tease him even harder and then helped her undo his fly. Looking down, Laura could just make out David's penis, pointing off the balcony between the metal rails like the proud prow of an old sailing ship. She saw him fighting to control himself, trying not to cry out, as her hand stroked the velvet hard shaft of his penis, faster, faster. And she trembled when she heard him groan, a low rumble torn from his very depths as he shot a great arc of semen, glistening for an instant as it caught the light before disappearing into the darkness below. And then he was talking to her, breathlessly, telling her not to stop, and she felt him groan and shudder again, sending forth another ejaculation, and another, followed by another... While thinking about David, Laura arched her back and thrust with her pelvis, pressing her clitoris against the hard lump in the sand. Thinking about David's semen, she could almost feel its wetness trickling between her legs. Laura raised herself on all fours before letting her body collapse again into a ball, with her breasts pressed into the top of her thighs. When she got up it again, she moved slowly and with deliberation back towards the little grove of penises. It seemed to Laura that she must have looked at each one of them twice - some of them three times - searching for just the right one. She was growing more aroused as she touched them one by one and felt them stir beneath her fingers. But she couldn't rush into this. She knew that even though the deliberate search felt excruciating, she would appreciate it more in the end if she chose well. And at last she found what she had been looking for - a penis thicker than the rest, and swarthy, like David's. Laura brought it fully erect with her hands, fingers and tongue, before straddling it and moving the head to the engorged lips of her vagina. When she pressed herself down on it, the breath caught in her lungs for a moment. She felt as if the thick, stiff organ might split her in two. When she felt the ticklish-soft balls against her behind, Laura waited, concentrating on every inch of the warm and throbbing penis inside of her. The sand felt warm and damp beneath her knees as she pressed down, raising herself and feeling the penis slide back out of her. She began deliberately moving herself up and down, letting the thick mushroom-shaped head slip all the way outside of her so that when she lowered herself again, she could feel her vagina grasp and conform to each ridge along its length. Laura sucked on her middle finger and then brought it down to her clitoris. Pressing herself hard into the sand, with the throbbing erection probing deep inside of her, she experienced a wracking orgasm that seemed to go on and on as long as she could stand it. At last, she flopped backwards, completely satiated. The penis was still completely hard, a dark shade of purple, and glistening from being inside of her. Laura clamped her thighs about it so that it looked as if she had a short, stubby little penis of her own. She wondered what it would be like to be a man, pressing himself inside of a woman's soft flesh, and she began to roll her thighs back and forth. What would it be like to have an orgasm so easily that she had to hold back the tide? She saw the little opening at the tip grow wider, like the mouth of a fish gasping for air, and then felt the penis throb strongly once before depositing a thick string of semen on her belly. The next ejaculation fell shorter, and the third hung in pearly droplets in her pubic hair. When the penis had finished oozing sperm, Laura rubbed the sticky fluid over her belly and thighs. She would have to go swimming again to wash all of it off, or else she would arrive at the resort covered in crusty cum. The ocean felt even better the second time - Laura didn't even bother to put anything on as she crossed the wide empty beach - and the cool water dampened and soothed her last dying sexual tremors. Climbing the dune and heading for the car, Laura's salty clothing scraped against her uncomfortably. But she paid little attention to it. She knew the resort couldn't be far off now, and she was anxious to get there. After all, she had the rest of her vacation to look forward to. The End Story by: Laura Smith July 4th, 2000 ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+