Message-ID: <27335asstr$973851006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "sven_the_elder@ntlworld.com" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" X-Original-Message-ID: <20001008211659.PQHK19709.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[213.104.148.76]> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id RAA32457 Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: 'Things lovers do.. ' Sven the Elder X-Original-Subject: Anni-post 'Things lovers do.. ' Sven the Elder Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 05:10:06 -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: assm-admin Things lovers do. (C)Nov 2000 Sven the Elder This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read by juveniles. If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room; the bad feelings will go away. ============================================== This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and these paragraphs remain on the copy. Any posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the previous permission of the author. ============================================== This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be less than apropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world -- practice safe sex at all times. ============================================== Things lovers do. (C)Sven the Elder Sven the Younger - stared into the moonless darkness of the lake - the islands only visible as such by the darker shadow where land met water. He was bringing a boat back up the lake to the town. The husband and wife owners of the boat having celebrated a little too well were now below in the cabin sleeping it off. The Owner's daughter stood behind Sven with her arms around his waist, her breasts pressing into his back, only the fabric of their t-shirts stopping the wonderful contact of her nipples and sweet bosom directly on the skin of his back. Sven had been painfully hard now for almost half an hour, his balls beginning to ache uncomfortably as she held him, rubbing his chest, almost absentmindedly, her hands under his shirt. Sven, desperately trying to concentrate, wished with part of him that she would stop, the other part hoping beyond hope that she would go further. Her hands changed their rhythm, dropping into his lap, rubbing his hardness through the sailcloth trousers. Then she moved down and unbuttoned the fly, easing his penis into the open air. She moved from behind him and Sven felt rather than saw her come around to his front. Her lips brushed his, then he felt them on the head of his shaft - wet, warm lips engulfing him. His passion rising, ready to be a torrent, he tried to move her away, but she shook her head, her lips still wrapped round him, her tongue working its incredible magic. Seconds later that river of love broke through and flooded into her receptive mouth and he felt her swallowing, somehow managing to keep up with that flush of youthful desire. The surge slowed and stopped. Sven felt himself licked clean and tidied away. Then again she kissed him, this time as her tongue slipped into his mouth he tasted the tart, bitter-sweet cum just produced. "Love you," she whispered, as she stroked his face lovingly in the darkness. Sven nodded his head and whispered his agreement - then he put her hands on the wheel. Understanding she slipped into his seat as Sven in turn kissed her, moving the t-shirt aside and hearing her moan softly, as he kissed her breasts. Then, kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirt up and moving down he was delighted to find no panties and the warm musk of her open sex , inviting and luring him onward. Sven heard her gasp above the noise of the engine as he hit the sweet-spot with his tongues. Then he felt her writhe in silent pleasure as he swiped his tongue along that delicious open, moist slit, suckling on her clit. Her legs over his shoulders, stiffened then tightened on Sven as she came to a rapid, shuddering climax. A moment later it was her turn to taste herself as Sven kissed her as she had kissed him. Sven moved behind her and gently massaged her shoulders as the boat throbbed slowly homeward beneath the sated lovers. Ends (C)Nov 2000 - Sven the Elder Comments welcomed and desired - sven_the_elder@ntlworld.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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+