Message-ID: <25661asstr$965441409@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Richard Rivers" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 04 Aug 2000 20:26:42.0300 (UTC) FILETIME=[4D0AF3C0:01BFFE52] Subject: {ASSM} Richard Rivers "It Takes a River" part 2 (M/f Asians,sex,rivers) Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2000 22:10:10 -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, apuleius This story is intended for adults only and is the property of its author. Most of my other works can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Rivers/www/ It Takes a River By Richard Rivers 2: When he leaned over the edge and watched the nose of the boat he couldn't help but think of a woman's labia, the water split by the blunt-nosed prow surging upriver. Dense foliated banks, her thighs, seemed to close in on either side. Someone yelled for him to get back in the cabin, there had been snipers in the area. With a backward glance, he went in. It didn't matter; they would be at the village soon. While the engine chugged and the floorboards vibrated under his shoes he thought about the folly of going upriver, plunging deep into the jungle like a cock thrust mindlessly into a woman. Maybe this was evidence of the Freudian death drive, the dark barely understood urge that stood balanced against the will to procreate, what drove men up the river, into the jungle towards the possibility of death, through heat and bugs and snipers, in search of cheap, willing flesh. How many miles had he gone? Hundreds to the coast of the United States, and then thousands across the sea to Asia. Now twenty more, the most dangerous of all, up the river. But it was those last few inches, traveled inside the body of a woman, which were the sweetest of all. With the blunt nose of his cock nudged up against her opening, he thought of a missile, traveling thousands of miles, rising and falling in its great arc, with time frozen at the moment when its tip had only just touched the ground - the instant before devastation. And then he would plunge his flesh into hers. Willing or unwilling, she could not stop him, and when he realized he could not stop himself, it was already too late. Some of the girls were virginal, shy, so that the mama-san had to practically push them into the room with you. And when you put your tongue on her, on her breasts, her naked pussy, she wriggled and tried to get away. He had to admit, fucking young, unwilling pussy gave him a certain visceral thrill, but he wasn't always in the mood for it. Other girls came into the cantina, sat down beside you and asked for a smoke, maybe running a hand up your thigh to your crotch while making small talk in broken English. The really tough ones didn't stop smoking even while you fucked them. They'd be taking a drag over your shoulder while you huffed and puffed away. And after you came, rolling off her in a sweaty heap, she'd still be there, slowly dragging on her cigarette, looking at the ceiling as if nothing happened. If you wanted your dick sucked, she'd alternate between you and the cigarette, so that you could feel the hot smoke inside her mouth. And while she was jacking you off with her left hand, with her right, she'd be stubbing the butt out in the ashtray, or holding it at arms length so the semen wouldn't get on it, make it soggy or put it out. But the best girls were the ones you found walking about, maybe running an errand for their family, or just dawdling about in the shade. At least you could pretend there was something normal about it. Sometimes it almost seemed wholesome, when she smiled, was friendly and tried talking with you. If you let your mind go blank enough, you could imagine her as your own, the sweet jewel you found by the roadside. And some of those girls were amazing sexual athletes, completely naive as to the effect they had on a man. Not as experienced as the smokers, they were innocent enough to where they could still be enthusiastic about fucking you, always aiming to please. They would contort their lithe bodies into whatever shape you wanted, making the lust within you surge at their openness, their receptivity. And when you lost yourself, became like an animal the way you fucked them, there would always be the point when you would look down at her and she would be smiling, flashing those white teeth at you as if nothing had happened. As a boy, he'd lain awake at night, listening to the train whistles blow, and the soft steady gurgle of the river, wishing he could be far away. In the summer, when storms blew up from the gulf, he would wish for the strongest one of all to come his way, and with its howling wind and rain, excoriate the hated land. A bullet whined and hit somewhere on the boat with a metallic ping, but no one reacted. The skipper kept his hand on the wheel and a steady gaze upriver. The storm was getting closer and nobody seemed to notice. Fin Richard Rivers 8/00 ________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+