Message-ID: <45610asstr$1069956604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031127093914.9145.qmail@web20208.mail.yahoo.com> From: juanwildone X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2003 01:39:14 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} [FLASH] bsfsf The Essence of Stroke Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2003 13:10:04 -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: dennyw, newsman Disclaimer: Fuck the motherfucking disclaimer. If that little pansy Ashcroft wants a piece of my ass he'll just have to stand in line and wait his turn. If that statue draping, civil-rights destroying, paranoid is offended by depictions of a sexual nature - well, uhhhhhhhhh, too bad. You take that band of...of...of - damn, that bit about standing in line and waiting his turn. That doesn't put me in a very good light. I dunno maybe I'd better Reclaim the Disclaim so I don't have to Explain the above Refrain regarding sexual matters the Pertain to those offended by the Same. It's just that I do Maintain to those that would assess me Blame and write me up in wordy Flames about how my writing causes Pain that I think they might be Insane. But on the whole I thinks that's Lame, these stories are just little Games. To those of you who feel the Same the story here is old Terrain. A giggle, a smirk, a moan's my Aim - it's not like I've a shot at Fame. A time will come when I will Wane, and live life on some other Plane. And if my tales have been your Bane, just flush this shit right down the Drain. Oh - I almost forgot. The attached story is too big for the BSFSF, it's even too big for postcard Flash. It's just TOO FUCKING BIG (heh, heh - that's what she said.) Have a Great Thanksgiving guys! --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Free Pop-Up Blocker - Get it now <1st attachment, "Essence of Stroke.doc" begin> Essence of Stroke By juanwildone It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Evelynne, the buxom blond from accounting, was sitting on the edge of my desk with her dress hitched up around her waist. The horny twist had her panties looped down around her ankles, and her blouse completely unbuttoned. Her left hand was squeezing her breast as if her nipple might pop out like the well-done indicator on a holiday turkey. The fingers of her right hand plunged repeatedly into her sopping cunt. "Oh you better be ready for this you little slut." I approached her with my hugely erect 11 - inch cock in both hands. I stroked it slowly, pulling the foreskin back and forth across the apple-like glans. Evelynne looked at my truncheon of pleasure with a mixture of desperate need and recoiling terror. I spread her legs wide until her panties ripped apart and fluttered to the carpet. I aligned my cock with her cunt and pushed. Evelynne moaned loudly, so I pushed harder, watching the fist sized head of my cock stretch her swollen cunt lips thin. She let out a wail as the head slipped inside her. Deeper and deeper I pushed into the molten heat of her sex until I reached bottom. I was pushing against her cervix now and this caused her to writhe about in some kind of strange St. Vitas dance of lust. We both felt her find the internal alignment at the same time so I just pushed past her cervix into her womb. I paused as yet another orgasm ripped through her. Then I began to fuck her, slow at first, and then faster and faster. Soon I was slamming into her so hard that her arms and legs just failed about. I was fucking the tart like a cheap rag doll. An unholy wail erupted from deep inside her as a stupendous orgasm shattered her reality. The rigidity of her body triggered my own orgasm. I pumped gallons of cum into her. "I didn't know it could be like this. Even my husband, the only man I've ever been with, has never...ohmigod, I'm coming again! Ohhhhhhhh." I had to laugh. Talk about an easy fucking cumslut. This bitch was cumming if I even thought about thrusting into her. l stopped moving inside her, I guess she'd had as much as she could handle. There were already more than enough women in the office addicted to my cock. I really didn't need another one. I began to slowly pull out of her. My bulbous cockhead released with a pop and I watched an impressive flow of cum pour out of her. My fuckstuff was everywhere. It would take the janitorial crew... "Damnit Bradley, you better wash that off this time. I don't appreciate cleaning up your slime after you've had your jollies in there." Darkness filled the bathroom as the looming bulk of my wife blocked the light. Slowly the light returned to normal. I looked at two dribbles of ejaculate sliding down the shower door. I directed a stream of hot water onto it until the glass was clean. As I toweled dry I wondered if my wife had her own erotic fantasies. If the sad dullness of my sex life was any indication - probably not. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+