Message-ID: <31489asstr$995404205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010717155512.2505.qmail@web10003.mail.yahoo.com> From: "H. Jekyll" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Chattooga River III: On the Rock Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2001 17:10:05 -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: kelly, gill-bates Chattooga River III: On the Rock H. Jekyll (MF, rom, oral, mild sm) * * * * * To, and for, Maggie. This is the third 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 is a large, flat rock in the middle of the river, just above a rapid. We pull the raft onto it, then lie down. The rock is beautifully warm, and we spread ourselves like lizards. Unlike lizards we are affectionate. We touch each other, and kiss. You keep squeezing my penis, you vixen. We decide to get out of our clothes, to dry off, but each of us knows the real reason, and you grab my penis and pop it into your mouth as soon as it comes out of my shorts. Oh, woman! I'd best do something to you now, before you get too started. I wrestle you to the rock, lie on you and let you squirm, let you pretend to try to get away. I ask, "Will you be good?" and you nod your head, enjoying the game. I move down your body to your cunt. I don't let loose of your hands during this, but hold them at your side. Still holding, I wriggle my head between your legs, push up to your sex, up to your clitoris. I start lapping, like a cat, like a dog, using my tongue on you, getting you higher. Your musk is strong at the beginning, even though you've just come from the river. It gets stronger. Your clit stands up, a little nubbin under my tongue. Sweet lover, you know I love to hear you moan. Now I move my mouth directly over your clitoris. I know from your stories that you fantasize it being bitten, so I take your clit between my front teeth and hold it while I lick it. You are moving beneath me. Then I bite, and you make a hoarse, short shout, and hold yourself perfectly still. Maggie the flesh statue. Maggie who waits, who wonders and who wants to give no offense. I lick some more, still biting lightly, then I gather myself and judge the force of my teeth and bite hard. You scream, really scream, and you kick your legs out, but you rip your hands from mine and put them to my head to hold me to you. You are pulling my hair so hard it hurts. You are pulling me to you to keep from pushing me away, because you don't think you can take it but you don't want it to end yet. Shall I take the next step? In for a penny. I bite harder, and now you can't take it at all. You shriek again, and you are pushing against my head and really trying to get away and talking: "No Henry, no, please, no, stop, please, stop..." I ease way back on the pressure, all but letting going of your clit, barely holding you in my teeth. Once again you stop moving. There is only your ragged breathing, a sound like whimpering in the sharp in-breaths and quick out-breaths. It is almost as though you are crying. You hands are back on my head, and again you are moving your fingers through my hair, and I taste a tiny bit of blood. Very slowly now, I open my teeth completely, leaving only my lips and tongue. Other than your breathing you don't move. Just as slowly, and softly, I put my tongue back on you. You jerk and make a little cry. Your clitoris is so sensitive after having been bitten. I lick it again, then again, and lick it until your breathing changes again. No ragged breathing from Maggie now, but something deep, and full, and passionate. You move your sex against me and pull me up against you with your hands and soon you are at the doorway and then it comes over you, making you jerk and cry out to the river, which excites me more than I can remember. You are nestled against me, my darling. I haven't come yet. I'm not worried, though; my time's approaching. You lick my nipples, look up to me with the most loving expression, and say, "Henry Jekyll, you are a dirty, rotten bastard." "I know, love, I know." __________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+