Message-ID: <33500asstr$1005930605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Northerner" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 03:28:56 EST X-UserInfo1: OP[[R^SD^JTYB_H]]RKB_UDAZZ\DPCPDLXUNNHLIWIWTEPIB_NVUAH_[BL[\IRKIANGGJBFNJF_DOLSCENSY^U@FRFUEXR@KFXYDBPWBCDQJA@X_DCBHXR[C@\EOKCJLED_SZ@RMWYXYWE_P@\\GOIW^@SYFFSWHFIXMADO@^[ADPRPETLBJ]RDGENSKQQZN X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 08:28:56 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Fire and Ice (mmf bond mast oral) Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 12:10:05 -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: RuiJorge, newsman This is my first attempt at a story, so I hope you enjoy it. If you are under the legal age for this kind of stuff, go outside and play. Fire & Ice (M/F/M mast oral bond) I hate Iceland. My company deals with providing hydraulic equipment to several geothermal power plants around the world. Most of them are in Iceland, and last year I was hijacked I mean "picked" - to visit the installations and report back to the company. I went in the middle of winter and spent most of the time driving around in the dark trying to communicate with old, grizzled men in the middle of nowhere. When my boss told me I had to go back to solve a problem at one of the plants, I was not excited at all. Let me begin by telling you about myself. I'm not going to lie and say I'm 6'6" with a chiseled body and a 10 inch cock! I am a 26 year old engineer who still manages to go to the gym and plays some soccer on the weekends. I still am pretty trim and have managed to keep a pretty full head of light brown hair on my head, but no where else. My girlfriends have always loved my "equipment", and my parents blessed me with a nice 7 incher. Enough about me, on with the fun stuff. The "problem" the dimwits at the plant had was real simple, and I was able to fix it in several hours. This gave me the rest of the weekend to take a mini vacation in the area. Since it was summer, I was able to actually see the landscape and was impressed with its rugged beauty. I spent the day hiking a glacier and seeing the many geysers and waterfalls. As I was driving back to Reykjavik, I saw a sign in English that said "Hot Mineral Baths 10 km." It had been a long day and a nice soak sounded pretty good. The place actually turned out to be a pretty nice setup with several natural geothermal mineral pools and a little snack bar. I saw that I was the only American in the place and assumed this was a local hangout instead of something found in one of those travel books. I fished my swimsuit out of my duffle in the back, grabbed a beer, and headed for the pools. Most of them were filled with families or older couples, but I managed to find on secluded in the back that looked inviting. The hot water felt soooo nice. The combination of warm water and gas bubbles awoke the monster between my legs and I was quickly hard as a stone. My last girlfriend broke up with me about three months ago, and work has severely put a cramp in my love life. I quickly looked around and pulled my cock over the waistband and began to slowly stroke it. I was in heaven by this point with the warmth and bubbles, moving closer and closer to the finish line. Just before I was about to become a geyser myself, I heard a couple walking in my direction. I quickly sheathed my sword back into my trunks and sipped on my beer to cool me off. I must have been such a sight with a red face and a tent in my trunks, but what I saw was even more impressive. Around the corner came two Icelandic gods. I learned later they were Erik & Ingred, but before me stood two perfect specimens of beauty. Erik was a chiseled man with a head of blonde spikey hair and a little blue Speedo. Ingred was definitely a knockout. She had shoulder length blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a perfect body squeezed into a tiny silver racing suit. Her tits were spectacular with little nubs poking out in the cool afternoon air. The suit was cut high on the legs with showed them off greatly; I was just shocked to see an Icelander with a tan! They both saw me in the pool and quickly glanced to each other and smiled back at me with a certain gleam in their eyes. They asked if I was alone and minded my company. Of course I invited them into the pool. Ingred's accent was so sweet I quickly became hotter than the water. We talked for a while about my work, their work, and Iceland. The talk then quickly moved to more interesting topics. Ingred began to ask personal questions about my lovers and sexual proclivities. During this time, I almost coughed up my beer when I felt her foot begin to stroke my inner thigh. As her petite foot slowly traveled up my leg, her questions became much more intimate. "How many woman have you slept with?" "When was the last time?" "What's your wildest fantasy?" "Have you ever fucked a blonde before?" I looked over at Erik and he had a big dumb grin on his face, and it was easy to figure out where her other foot was. By the time Ingred got to "Would you like to come back to our place?" she was openly stroking my tool with her foot. At that time, Erik began moaning and going stiff from his pending orgasm. That combined with Ingred's frankness put me over the edge, and I spewed my load into the warm pool and got that same dumb grin on my even redder face. "So I take that as a yes," Ingred said with a smile. Her and Erik jumped out of the pool and both toweled me off under the tree. Erik gave me directions and followed me out to my car. I could see the anticipation and arousal in his mannerisms. He told me to come over at about 7, and Ingred would fix us dinner. They sped off and I followed shortly after. I had trouble keeping my mind on the road thinking of what just happened and what was to come. Back at the hotel I took a long shower and put on my good clothes. I saw a store with some bottles in the window and discovered it was one of the few state liquor stores in the area. Being a gracious guest, I thought a bottle of wine would make the night even better. I pulled into their home in one of the better parts of town. Erik was a successful factory manager and had a very nice house overlooking the bay. They were surprised to see I had brought over some wine, good wine in fact. The interior was modern with few furnishings, but had a warm, comforting feel to it. The dinner was incredible with many different items and of course lots of wine. Erik and I retired to the living room and sipped some aquavit. Ingred walked in wearing nothing but a smile. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Guess it's time for dessert!" As we followed that tight little naked ass into their bedroom, I was already pitching another tent in my pants. When we got into the bedroom, I discovered Erik was already in his birthday suit and I was the only one still dressed. They both came at me and started pulling off my clothes until we were three naked bodies in the middle of a bearskin rug. Ingred and her husband began kissing each other, which left me with an open mouth and a pussy in my face. I stopped for a second to admire this beautiful slit with just a dusting of blonde hair above the lips. Feeling she deserved a reward for that awesome foot job, I dug right in. My actions down below prompted deep groans and moans from above. I licked and sucked for all my worth, moving back and forth between the clit and probing the interior with my mouth muscle. Ingred was now bucking wild and nearing her peak. I licked one of my fingers and wiggled it into her ass, and that was enough to put her over the edge. Her screams echoed off the walls like a prehistoric Viking battle cry. I kept on going until her aftershocks subsided and we were all in one sweaty heap on the rug. Ingred then explained why they invited me over. "My husband Erik has a wild fantasy I've wanted to try for a while. He wants you to fuck me while he is tied up in a chair." She then pointed to a chair, and I got the idea. By now my mind was fried, and I was willing to do practically anything to sink my cock in that velvet pussy. Erik got up and sat in a wooden chair conveniently placed next to the bed. Ingred handed me some silk scarves and began to tie his hands behind his back to the chair. I took this to mean she wanted me to tie his legs to the bottom of the chair. I quickly tied his ankles to the chair legs and noticed how smooth they were. I did not know if it was the wine or the intense erotic air in the room, but I began running my hands up his legs, feeling the downy soft hair contrast against the hard muscle of the calf and thigh. Ingred had placed a gag in Erik's mouth by the time my hands were groping his inner thigh. It was then I noticed his engorged cock in front of my face. Growing up in America, I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before, not even in the locker room showers. I was intrigued by this extra skin and reached out to grab it. I was amazed how soft and flexible the foreskin was as it passed over the head. I kept pulling it back and forth, completely oblivious to anything else in the room. Uncut guys are very sensitive to this motion, and I did not understand the pleasure I was giving Erik at this point. Ingred saw this and began to attack Erik's nipples and chest with her fingernails. This added stimulation only hastened the pending orgasm. His cock began to pulsate in my hand, but by then it was too late. Erik shot his seed all over my face with a muffled groan. This was almost enough to send me packing, but then Ingred bent down and began to lick her husband's juice off my sticky face. My deflated cock began again to rise as she guided me to the bed. Silk is a wonderful fabric. It is amazing how something expelled from a worm can feel so sensual next to naked skin. Ingred lay back on the bed with her golden locks gently flowing over the pillows. I began by gently nibbling and nuzzling her neck, working my way slowly to the twin peaks. I caressed her generous breasts and slowly gave each of her big nipples a little pinch and tug. By this time, Ingred was going crazy, grabbing the headboard and pillows, tossing back and forth. I knew there was only one place left to go. My member went on auto-pilot and headed straight for its target. The only thing silkier than those sheets was that sweet pussy. My cock slowly inched its way in, delighting in the sweet warmth of Icelandic wonder. This drove her even crazier than before. I knew she wanted it rougher, and so did I. I began fucking that woman like a Viking on shore leave. I was pumping my steel member in and out, faster and harder. Ingred hadn't reached orbit yet, but the rockets were firing. I held my breath and went into overdrive, fucking like wild animals in the Artic tundra. Drops of sweat were pouring off our bodies and glistening in the soft light from the fire. The fire in my loins, the sweet pussy of this ice goddess. Fire and ice, Iceland at its best. I could feel my juices begin to boil and build up in my loins. Ingred was already floating above the bed, and with one more hard thrust, I shot off like the mighty geysers at full mast. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed over my body as I shot my seed deep inside the bucking beauty below. I collapsed back on the bed, completely exhausted and spent. Ingred came back to Earth and looked back at her husband. Erik was straining against his bonds, gleaming with a thin layer of cold sweat. His poor cock was deep purple and straining to fuck a pussy that wasn't there. Ingred bent down and swallowed his teased cock in one fell swoop and sucked for all her might. The expressions on Erik's face told the entire story. He was horny beyond belief, reveling in all the wild feelings of the night. It didn't take long for him to come in that situation. Ingred did not slow down in the least as shots of cum blasted the back of her throat. If not for the gag in his mouth, Erik would have screamed loud enough to wake his neighbors in Canada! She then untied and helped him over to the bed. Ingred tucked both of us in and snuggled in between us. We fell asleep immediately. I awoke to the smell of breakfast and a gentle invite to the dining table. Apparently this couple eats naked as well, so we all sat around eating breakfast with nothing on except a few wicked grins. Ingred and Erik dragged me into their large shower where the body preceded to wash me of the previous night' s leftovers. Ingred lathered my face and shaved me while Erik returned the favor I gave him last night. After finishing my face, Ingred lathered up my crotch and began to shave my nether regions. Her soft touch and erotic nature only increased my arousal. With Erik stroking my cock and Ingred taking care of everything else, I shot my morning load all over the shower wall. They then dried me off and helped me get dressed. Erik gave me his business card and insisted I call them the next time I was in the area. I told him that would be real soon and drove off to the airport. 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