Message-ID: <42269asstr$1052140204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200305050716.h457GFRt019013@nyx10.nyx.net> From: anon584c@nyx.net (Uther Pendragon) Reply-To: anon584c@nyx.net X-No-Archive: Yes x-archive-expire: 2004-01-01 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 01:16:14 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} new "Flash Flood" {Pendragon} (MF Mf mf voy nc Fsolo preg) <*> x-asstr-message-id-hack: 42269 Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 09:10:04 -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: dennyw, newsman 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, 2003, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. 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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. # # # Flash Flood by Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net === NOW "Now, Jerry, Now!" "Yes, darling. Oh, you are so warm... and so smooth." "Oh my darling." "Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?" "Yes! You fill me. You complete me. And when you move like that... Oh!" "Are you all right?" "Wonderful! Oh, yes. Oh yes." "Darling, I can't stop. I can't hold back!" "Don't. Oh!" "Unh. Unh. Unh." "Ooooh." "I love you." "You too. Stay here." ====== ALWAYS "Just stay like this." "It won't go in." "See? And now I can hold you." "You like them more than you like me." "And I can hold you here, too. Not *more*, sweetheart. They are beautiful, but they are part of you, part of your beauty." "You think I'll believe anything when you're like this. Oh, Larry." "Oh, Janice. Oh, my love! Oh my dearest. Come for me. Come around me." "Ah. Aaaah!" "Uh. Love! ... I *do* love you." "Then keep holding me," "Always." ===== Third "I'm not made of glass, you know." "I just don't want to hurt it." "You won't. I'm all wrapped around it, and it's far, far, inside. "What it will need is a happy mommy -- so make me happy." "Will this make you happy...? Or this...?" "Oh yes! Yes, Don. Yes." "And this?" "What I need is this." "Okay. Put me in.... Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" "No. Yes. I'm sure." "Oh, my love. Oh, my love. Oh!" "Ah! Ah. Oh, Don." "Darling! Darling...! I have to get off." "But you have to stay close." "Happy? Mommy." "Very happy. Happy? Daddy." "Ecstatic." ====== SNATCH "My father will hunt you down for this, however long it takes. You do know who he is, don't you?" "The Don will do anything to revenge my snatching of his daughter?" "You have that right." "He'll spare no effort; he'll sic all his soldiers on my trail." "All of them. And every marker he can call in. And he has equals. They might not always agree, but they all will want to make sure that nobody ever snatches one of *their* daughters." "He'll do everything he can." "Absolutely everything." "Then, Maria, there is nothing more he can do -- nothing more that you can threaten me with." "What do you mean?" "I mean that this experience should be one which is worth making so powerful an enemy." "You can't...." "Now, just because *I'm* going to enjoy this, is no reason you shouldn't" "I won't.... I haven't ever...." "There is a first time for everything. Why don't we get you more comfortable?" ===== Sight "You used to be so good about cleaning up the attic, Craig. I don't know what's come over you." Craig wasn't about to tell his mom. Steve's older sister, Jennifer, used to sunbathe by the pool next door. Since the location she chose was hidden from her own house and from the windows of theirs, she'd sometimes removed her top. The ventilation vents for their attic, however, afforded a nice view. Now, Jennifer was away at college. Steve was locked in the house with a cast on his leg, not that Craig was interested in watching Steve. And he'd always stayed up in the attic a good long time. So he brought one of his special magazines up with him. It wasn't the most comfortable place to read, but it did afford privacy. Once he'd straightened up the piles stored here and swept up the accumulated dust, he glanced out the vent. He'd imagine Jennifer lying there. Interrupting his dreams of Jennifer was his sight of Steve's parents. Steve's mom was lying on the pad that Jennifer used. She was an old woman, after all, and her swimsuit was larger than Jennifer's had been. Still, a woman splayed out like that was worth a short look. Craig decided to look more closely when she loosened her top. He got only one second to see her breasts completely free before she rolled over. He could only see a little like that, but maybe she'd roll over on her back again. Jennifer sometimes had. Then Steve's dad was interfering with the view. He was straddling Steve's mom and rubbing her back. Apparently, he was applying sunblock. The view got better, though. She raised herself up, and Craig could see more of her breasts. Steve's dad could do more than see. The hands rubbing in the sunblock strayed further to her sides. Soon, his fingers were stroking her breasts. Then he rubbed the sunblock down her back. When he reached the swimsuit bottom, he lowered it and kept rubbing. If only he weren't in the way, Craig would be able to see a woman's crack. Then he did get out of the way. Craig could see almost everything from this angle. She rolled over, and he could see even more. The hair on her cunt was mostly gone, leaving just a strip on the top of the mound. When Steve's dad suddenly blocked Craig's view, he was also naked. He had an erection, and no wonder -- Craig had one, too. He knelt down. His hand blocked most of Craig's view of her cunt, but he kept moving it, and sometimes he spread the lips so Craig could almost see her clit. From here? Well, maybe it was. His head and sometimes his shoulders blocked Craig's view of her breasts, too. But he was licking them and putting the nipples in his mouth. So, when Craig could see the nipples, they stood up more. Suddenly, she reached for his dick. In seconds, they were doing it. Steve's mom and dad were fucking! As he watched Steve's dad pump in and out, Craig's hips swung sympathetically. This was too much. Craig opened his pants and grabbed his own dick. A couple of strokes were enough; this was hotter than any magazine. He sagged there, barely keeping on his feet. "Craig, aren't you done yet? I have a pile of things for you to take up there when it's clean." He hastily zipped up. A glance through the ventilator slits showed that the couple was resting side by side. ======= Hearing Lynne's mom was *such* a prude. Austin had been flat broke Monday, and his car had been almost out of gas. So, when he picked her up, they decided to park in the driveway instead of driving out to one of their regular spots. Lynne had come in early, too. But did that matter to her mom? No. She bitched that they were behind Mr. Roland's car. "What if he had seen you?" she asked. Lynne would bet that her dad wouldn't have grounded her for a week over something like that. Not that her dad would have minded Austin's blocking Mr. Roland's car. He probably would have preferred that they drive over Mr. Roland. But this wasn't her dad's weekend. And her mom was inflexible. So, when Lynne snuck into the rec room to open the cellar door for Austin, she was only doing what her mom had made necessary. If she was dressed in a sheer nightie when she did that, it was what she wore to bed in the summer, after all. It would have served her mom right if she'd snuck him into her bedroom. The windows opened wide enough for that, and Lynne had made that trip often enough herself. It would have served her mom right, but Austin would have taken it as an invitation, an invitation Lynne wasn't quite ready to extend yet. Anyway Austin liked the nightie. And, if they cuddled on the old couch, this was all that they could do silently. If they'd turned on the TV, her mom would have been on them like a ton of bricks. Lynne was enjoying the kisses. Austin's touch through the nightie was even more delightful. She'd promised herself to keep the nightie on; she didn't let Austin open her jeans or skirt in the car. She was reconsidering that promise, though. His kisses and his touches made her *so* hot. Then he seemed distracted. There was a sound overhead. Was her mom looking for her? No. The sound wasn't moving. It was just some creaking in the room right over their heads, her mom's room. Then the creaking got into a more regular rhythm. It was as if the bed were moving back and forth over their heads. Suddenly, Lynne realized what it was. Austin obviously had tumbled earlier. Right beside each other, holding each other intimately, they paid attention only to the sounds from the room above them. Lynne was sure she was blushing scarlet in the dark. Finally, after the squeaks went even louder and faster, they fell silent. Blessed silence. And then, when she thought she might be able to look Austin in the face someday without blushing, she heard "Oh!" ===== Smell Greg was used enough to doing the wash by this time that sorting the clothes didn't take much of his attention. This was a pity, since all his thoughts were on Gayle's illness. Even when Allison was home, her conversation -- once so entertaining -- was on her mother's condition. He hoped she wasn't talking about that to her date tonight. The danger was small; she was staying out later on dates these days. Probably she saw the need of distraction as much as he did. And her youth provided more opportunities. He moved over to the contents of her hamper. After the sick-room smells of the hamper from his and Gayle's room, the lilac odor permeating Allison's was a relief. He'd given his little girl a sachet as one of her Christmas presents for years, and she still used it. He held some of her clothes up to his nose to get more of that odor. One pair of panties, though, held another odor as well. His little girl was a young woman now. He sniffed at another pair. Greg knew he was a sick fuck to get turned on by the odor of his own daughter's panties, but it had been so long. He could bring himself a little relief, but he didn't want to do it where Gayle could find out. Her response was to feel guilty. He brought a second pair of panties to his nose, and then a third. Underlying the sachet was the smell of a woman, he'd almost say the smell of an aroused woman. Allison was gone for hours; Gayle couldn't get out of their room without his help, let alone down the stairs. He was all alone with the machines and his emotions. He took out his cock and stroked it while sniffing another pair of Allison's panties. A fifth pair held a quite different odor. He hadn't smelled them in years, but he could still remember the scent of used Trojans. ===== Taste Peg's mouth tasted sweet. It tasted of the pie they'd had for dessert, and also -- a little -- of her. Her breasts didn't taste like much; her shower was too recent. Her center, though, tasted wonderful, salty and a little sweet. He was lapping up that taste, and she was producing more, for a contentedly long time. Then she tensed under him. When there was a metallic tang to that taste, he stopped. Her forehead tasted damp, and very salty. ===== Touch Newly showered, she toweled off and then rubbed talcum everywhere she could reach. She slipped out of her robe in her bedroom, and treasured the sensation of slipping between freshly-laundered sheets. She ran her fingers through her hair, enjoying the slight pulling on the roots as she spread it out on the pillow around her. She ran her right hand down her left arm from shoulder to wrist. Then she repeated the feeling on the other arm. She rubbed her hands down her newly-powdered flanks. All this was teasing, though. Soon enough, her hands were caressing her breasts, feeling the smoothness of the outer parts and the bumps on the areolae. The nipples were smooth, too, but oh! so sensitive. She could feel the ridges on her fingertips when she stroked them. However lightly she stroked them, the ridges sent shivers through her. Her fingers felt smooth when she stroked her thighs, however. There was still some talcum remaining there, and she brushed it along the insides of the thighs. She got closer to their juncture with every pass, but tried to stop just short. The hair on her mound wasn't smooth at all. It was wiry. And the feeling of it under her fingers was the least of her sensations. As she stroked her fingers through it, each follicle reported the progress, upwards, downwards, upwards, further downwards. Down, finally, to her lips. At first, she just brushed the hairs there, getting ten times the sensation as she had from those on her mound. Soon, though, she rubbed the surface directly. After having teased herself with the delay, she parted the outer lips. The inner lips were smooth and juicy against her fingertip. Her fingertip was rough and ridged against those lips. She parted them as well and felt the real moisture. Gently, slowly, she spread that moisture upward between those lips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she approached their meeting point. Tantalizingly, carefully, she stroked the center of her feelings. As the fever gripped her, she stroked more firmly. Still careful, she brought herself to the point and through the point. She lay there afterwards, feeling the sweat dry on her skin. ============== Proprioception She was standing. Her breasts sagged slightly from the removal of support. Soon, though, her nipples firmed and extended. She stepped, and then eased down to a horizontal position. Her mouth opened; her tongue was pushed back and then pressed forward. Her arms went up and around. Her knees bent and her legs spread. Her nipples extended once more, and one and then the other was pulled upwards against the weight of her breasts. Her outer labia were moved back and forth very slightly, and then they were parted the slightest bit. Now her inner lips were being moved. Her hips undulated upward to meet those strokes. After a long while, her hips were held down against the mattress. She felt her legs moved further apart. Her outer labia, and then the inner ones, were spread. Her vaginal walls were stretched. Her legs were spread more widely apart, although they clasped tightly. Her hips were forced down again and again. Her diaphragm tightened and her hips rose. She lay flat on the bed with a heavy weight pressing her down. ======= The end Flash Flood Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2003/05/05  -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+