Message-ID: <26944asstr$972043804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20001020033404.70578.qmail@web10306.mail.yahoo.com> From: One Gallus Subject: {ASSM} Swede Ola 3 of 3 Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2000 08:10:04 -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 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Swede 3.txt" begin> {ASSM} Title: SWEDE OLA Part 3 Author: Gallus Long, galluslong@yahoo.com (MF, Rom, Oral, Intercourse) Disclaimer Not to be read: by anyone under the age of 18, or if it violates the standards or laws of your community, or if adult erotica offends you. Not to be posted on any other site, or changed, or used in any way without author's permission. SWEDE OLA Part 3 When she stood, she immediately shed her robe. I threw a couch cushion into the floor for a pillow and lay down on my back. I lifted my hips and pulled off the leisure pants. My penis stood tall for her. "Take off your shirt, Charles," she said. I did, and lay completely naked to her sight. She pulled her gown off over her head and she was just as I had envisioned, large boned, full figured, not obese, with a definite indention at her waistline. Under her rounded belly her pubic hair was slightly darker than her head. It was profuse, curling up much higher than I remembered on my wife. Ola's breasts were very large, yet not ponderous, and quite firm. Her nipples were a dark pink and as prominent as the first knuckle on my middle finger. My lips watered, longing to suck them. "Charles," she said, "Spread your legs," and I did. Then she knelt between them and held her hands toward me, palms outward, fingers splayed. I interlaced my fingers with hers, surprised again by the size of her hands. I watched her closely. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, and held my hands in silence, her lips moving. "Amen," she said. Then she opened her eyes wide and a wide smile appeared on her lips. God! I loved her smile and her flashing eyes! "Amen!" I said. "Charles, I told you, I will do anything for you. What do you want?" "I don't know darling, I just want you. You make the first move, and I'll make it up as I go along," I said. "I knew you'd say that," she said and smiled, showing her teeth. It occurred to me that her upper lip was shallow, that is, from the base of her nose to the top of her lip was only about a half-inch. When she turn this lovely lip upward into a smile, it combined with her wide slanted eyes, high cheekbones and pointed chin, to give her face a tapered "V" appearance. I don't think I have ever seen such an interesting and altogether unique face. There was something otherworldly about it. She stooped down over my penis, taking it into her mouth, going down slowly, almost engulfing me. But when I sensed the softness in the back of her throat, she stopped. She never took her eyes off me. Her hair clung close to her face and tickled my skin as her head rose and fell. She came up to the head of the penis and sucked noisily on it. She made her tongue into a kind of wedge, driving its point into the slit in my glans. "Now," she said, "you spread it, spread your opening." She pulled at either side of the tiny portal to demonstrate. I put my thumbs against the top of the glans and used the forefingers of both my hands to open the little hole. As I did she straddled my hips in a squatting position, and stretched open her vulva, which glistened in the glow of the lamp. A large protrusion stood out near the top, tapering sharply toward its end, and I marveled at her oversized clitoris. She took it between her thumb and forefinger, holding it rigid and fucked it into my penis. I looked at the hulking female before me, squatting as she was, grinding herself into me, cheeks flushing bright red, and I thought to myself, "This is without doubt, the most deliciously obscene picture I had ever beheld." I was utterly amazed at this act of wild, sensual pleasure. The whole of her most sensitive organ was stuffed into me up to its miniature hilt, and I felt the slick membranes of her surrounding tissue sliding around under the tightly packed head of my penis. Her clitoris must have been whetted to an incredible keenness, because she was in an unstoppable trance. Guttural emissions escaped her nose and throat and her whole skin surface shone with sweat as she twisted above me. With her fingers she kneaded the base of my penis and ratcheted me up close to a climax. I know she sensed it, because her frenzy increased as she hurtled toward her own orgasm. Her head began to loll and roll, and saliva drooled from her mouth. My semen shot upward to encounter her inflamed clitoris. At first I had the notion that I would burst, but then the pressured streams of my ejaculate sluiced out of me like a fountain. At that same wonderful moment, she howled like a wolf, ejected her clitoris, and moved her vagina up to plunge me inside. My penis bumped against some fleshy firmness deep within her and she snorted and bucked on my pelvis, murmuring something unintelligible. Ola finally slowed and calmed, and lay her body over mine. This was a new sensation for me, someone nearly equal to my weight, bearing down, pushing me into the hardness of the floor. Then she rolled off me and lay, holding my hand with her thick fingers, panting. "Oh Charles, that was heavenly, that was lovely." "I second your motion, darling." I was panting too, "I have never had an experience quite like it." "But I want you to tell me what you want," she said. "I am absolutely open to anything you desire. My Ex believed I was somehow depraved. That's why he hit me. He thought there was something evil in me. You don't think that do you Charles?" "Ola, if there is something evil in you, I want to share it all. You are absolutely the most sensational woman I could imagine." "Oh Charles, do you mean that?" She smiled and kissed me, flicking my lips with her tongue. "I do." And I thought, "I once said that at my wedding." THE END <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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