Message-ID: <35386asstr$1014484206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200202230849.BAA12243@nyx10.nyx.net> X-Nyx-Envelope-Data: Date=Sat Feb 23 01:49:43 2002, Sender=anon584c, Recipient=ckought69@hotmail.com, Valsender=anon584c@localhost From: anon584c@nyx.net (Uther Pendragon) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 01:49:42 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Dune What Comes Naturally (Jeanette) (mf MF voy cheat) X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 12:10:06 -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: gill-bates, newsman .rm 65 To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Uther Pendragon Subject: rp "Dune What Comes Naturally" {Jeanette} (mf MF voy cheat) [1/1] Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: anon584c@nyx.net Disposition-Notification-To: anon584c@nyx.net X-No-Archive: Yes IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else. This material is Copyright, 1997, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. If you have any comments or requests, please E-mail them to me at anon584c@nyx.net. All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. # # # # DUNE WHAT COMES NATURALLY By Jeanette Brennan "It's a double feature, Mom," I said. "And we have to walk back." "All right, Marlene. But when we're here at the lake, you have all day to talk to George; I don't think it's healthy to spend half the night with him. The movie is over at ten twenty. Be in the house by eleven." "Oh Mom!" I think spending time with George is perfectly healthy. "If your father were up here this week, he'd ground you for using that tone of voice with me." The second feature looked boring. So George and I left after five minutes and walked back by way of the beach. He started to unbutton my blouse. "Not here!" I said. "Nobody can see." "You hope." We both looked around. He took my hand and led me toward a hollow in the dunes. Sitting there was much more private than standing on the open beach. Soon, George moved his kisses from my lips to my breasts. I soared away on the wonderful feelings, but not so far away that I missed George's fumbling at the belt of my shorts. When I started to bawl him out, he hushed me. Someone was talking on the beach. Listening, we could tell that they were doing more than talking. "Nobody can see," said a man's voice. I looked at George, but he was still listening. The sounds got more interesting, and George finally slithered up to look over the top of the dune. When I joined him, the couple were lying down with the man's back to us. We could see only a little of the action in the light of the quarter moon, but the woman's sighs and moans showed that she was appreciating it. Suddenly the man rolled over toward us and lifted his hips to push his trunks down. I got a glimpse of his long, stiff, organ while he struggled with his trunks, and another while he knelt between the woman's legs. Then she grasped it and guided it into her. I was shocked, as well as aroused, by that eagerness. I looked away, and the man was rhythmically rocking on top of her when I looked back. Her hands rubbed up and down his back, and she pushed herself up to meet every one of his thrusts. Suddenly, she clutched his butt and all but screamed. He shouted something himself, and their motions got jumpy. After they stopped moving, George pulled at my hand and we slid down into the hollow. He didn't try to stop me when I got dressed. "Please stay," we heard the man say. "I can't," was the reply in a voice I suddenly recognized. "I told Marlene to be back by eleven." The end. Dune What Comes Naturally By Jeanette Brennan Copyright held by Uther Pendragon 1997/06/07 2001/07/17 2002/02/23 - = - This story carries the codes: (mf MF voy cheat) The code, "cheat," means married or committed people having sex outside of the commitment, cheating on their partner, as distinct from swinging. For other codes, and how they can help you find the stories you want, see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm The Story-Code FAQ for readers. This story is indexed under the group: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/yl.htm Young Love For another story involving conflict between a mother and a daughter (albeit at a different stage in life) see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/brennan/effort.htm "For Effort" The directory to all my stories can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.html -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+