Message-ID: <31467asstr$995238603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010715203104.63003.qmail@web10001.mail.yahoo.com> From: "H. Jekyll" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Chattooga River I: Waterfall, by H. Jekyll Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001 19:10:03 -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, dennyw Chattooga River I: Waterfall H. Jekyll (MF, rom, coital, oral) * * * * * To, and for, Maggie. This is the first of three very short stories I wrote for Maggie McGee before she went rafting on the Chattooga, as lovely a river as you will find, in the summer of 2000. Copyright 2001 by H. Jekyll. Permission is freely granted to post on any site that does not charge for entrance, as long as proper attribution is given to the author. The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. I appreciate comments and inquiries, even criticisms. Yes I do. Most writers do. Please send them to: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com My stories are archived in the Authors' section of the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository, at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/h_jekyll/ * * * * * It's a wilderness of green water, lacking the development and crowds that make the Nantahala seem so suburban. It is usually vacant of people as well, so a couple can play adult games without being disturbed, and we decided to take advantage by going out alone, just we two in a little "ducky." Today the river is empty and quiet, with no human sounds except ours. Sitting behind you, I reach and grab your breasts from time to time, and all you can do is use your paddle to splash me. Other times we are quiet, drifting, watching the water or the hills. You put a hand back to me and we hold hands; I caress your palm with my thumb. When we reach the waterfall, we beach the ducky and climb the slope, smooth stone covered in moss, wet from the fall's spray, as slippery as your vagina but always cool, never hot. To keep from slipping we go on all fours, which looks ridiculous, but even here I can't help reaching between your legs as you crab-walk in front of me, and stroking your ass. All you do in response is smile. At the fall it is you who makes the suggestion: "Let's go naked." So we strip. Then we edge along the rock face of the fall, in the little sheltered area just behind the water, our bodies close. Your foot slips a little and I grab you, and then we are holding and kissing, both sliding a little so were are right in the water, half drowning while we feast on mouths. Oh the shower is cold, so cold that at first it takes our breath away, or is that the passion? Whatever, we hold each other tighter, tighter. Your breasts are soft against my belly, your cold flesh moves over me, and my penis swells up against you. I lean back against the wall, out of the water, and play with your pussy while you rub the head of my penis with your fingers. We work together to get it inside you - not easy to do without slipping - then we edge back under that cascade and, holding hands, lean away from each other. My God, you are transformed! The water falls right where we are connected. This isn't the stream of a shower massager but a surge, pounding right on your sex and spraying off the base of my penis directly at your clitoris. You're shivering in the water but so high that you don't care. Your fingers dig into my hands because the sensations are so intense, and then you are coming, crying out a cry that I can hardly hear because the water is crying out even louder. Then you can't take the sensation any more so you lean forward and clasp me, holding me tightly with your head on my chest, protected from the flow, letting your orgasm complete, subside. You always do recover quickly. It can't be a minute before you pull my penis out of yourself, kneel, and take me in your mouth, your warm mouth such a contrast to the water. I lean over you to deflect the water off my back, while you suck me, sweet sucking, sweet licking, making me swell, bringing me close, sucking on my whole head until now I am coming. I hold your head in both hands and fuck your soft mouth and come and come, and I'm surprised to find myself leaning back against the wall again. You hold me in your mouth for the longest time afterward, until my whole penis fits in your mouth. Afterwards we lie in the sun on a flat rock, drying, touching. We don't get dressed until we hear faint laughter announce a distant group of rafts coming down the river. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+