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Subject: {ASSM} Under the Boardwalk/Dave Whitley 10 (Otzchiim) 2/2
Date: Tue, 2 May 2000 08:10:08 -0400
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Dave put a hand down to touch her clitoris and her hips jerked
in reflex. This slid the erection very slightly further into her.
Whether it was from feeling the motion within her, that she was now
spread further apart and further in, or that he now touched her
hymen, her last inhibitions were melting. He seemed at least two
inches wide and about as thick. She shuddered with the tension and
that motion made her tension greater. The sensation, the
temptation, of him was too much for her and Joy knew she would give
him her virginity. Joy surrendered to his warm invader, to him,
and to the desires of her body.
"Yes, yes, I want you very much," she said to Dave.
"You're mine, Joy." When his thumb caressed the
ultrasensitive little nub again, she gave a little moan of
surrender. Her eyes, shimmering with need, gave him his answer.
But Dave wanted more than that silent consent.
"Tell me." With clever hands and lips he teased rather than
possessed, aroused rather than fulfilled. "I want to hear you say
the words."
But Joy was beyond words. Beyond reason. "Yours," she
managed. The single word reverberated in her head, but her soft,
husky breath was barely audible. Swallowing painfully, she tried
again. "I'm yours, Dave."
He had a fierce need to have his conquest and possession of
her confirmed. But her ragged response succeeded in shaking him to
the core.
He pushed forward and she felt the warm tube enter her as her
body arched and twisted under his.
"Oh. Oh. Oh yes. Yes, yes! I want you!"
"Oh, my God!" he said.
Joy looked into his eyes at that moment and the look in them
of her surrender was almost as sweet as the feeling of passing
through her membrane. He sank into her slowly but fully and her
tight tunnel had a powerful grip on him.
Without her being aware of it, Joy's legs closed around him,
drawing him in. This if anything completed her downfall.
There was very little resistance, only a moment's pressure and
no real pain, and Dave was soon buried in her all the way. While
Joy had never been entered before and never known a man in this
way, she was eager for it once she began. Her tight tunnel had a
powerful grip on him.
Almost too tight. Dave had been to bed with other girls (or,
in truth, he had sex with them, since a real bed had only been
involved a few times), and indeed Joy was his third virgin. So he
was certain that the tightness that he was pushing against was more
than that, and more than internal muscles that had not yet learned
to open up. Joy, he was sure, was really built smaller there than
most women, and the pressure on the head of his hard penis was
almost painful, so great was the pleasure.
Dave paused to give her body time to grow accustomed to the
erotic invasion, to give her time to adjust to him. And then he
began to move with a deep, rhythmic stroke that echoed the age-old
force of the surf pounding against the beach.
Dave slowly withdrew from her and just as slowly slid back in.
The smooth motion sent waves of passion through her. Having his
erection move inside of her aroused her much more quickly than
masturbation ever had. Her body went into passionate convulsions
almost immediately, and did it again and again for several minutes.
He was fortunate that the first of her climaxes came with her
eyes open wide and that glazed look of ecstasy made him give her a
more forceful stroke. But her drawn face was almost as thrilling
to see with her eyes shut, knowing that he was the cause.
He sped up his strokes after a while, to make it easier to
stay between her legs. This made her climaxes less frequent, but
perhaps stronger. It was as if she was trying to work off years of
frustration all at once.
While Joy was tight, her lubrication was very heavy after a
little, and this made it easier to stretch the experience out and
to give her several orgasms before that last rush of pleasure came
thirty minutes later. As the end approached, Dave lifted her hips
in his hands and raised his own pelvis so that she rested partly on
the soles of her feet but mainly in his arms, floating in the air.
Legs tangled, arms tight, together they rode the cresting
waves of passion, both giving completely, holding nothing back.
All the time, Dave never took his eyes from her face. He
watched her eyes darken then cloud as he drove her higher and
higher; he watched them widen as he took her up the last high,
tumultuous crest. And he watched her lips part in surprise and
stunned pleasure as she went crashing over the other side.
Then he gave himself up to the hot waves of ecstacy.
Her long legs spread wide and wrapped around him and tried to
draw Dave in at the end, when his semen shot out for what seemed
like forever. Joy could feel it even through the condom. Her face
had a beautiful mixture of passion and submission and perhaps
adoration.
Ricky stayed with Suzanne and was in her bed (and her) by
eleven. Carson took Anne to his place for coffee after the movie,
then he took her to his bed and took her in his arms and slowly
undressed her.
They had dated several times, but it had been only here in
Ocean City, indeed only yesterday afternoon, that Anne Shimura had
impulsively decided to take Carson into her bed. She quickly
became convinced that she had made the right decision.
This time he lay beside and kissed and tongued her breasts.
He lay between her legs and worked on them some more. She could
feel the soft touch of him hot upon her leg. He moved down then to
put his mouth between her legs.
This was a thing that Anne had never done. She was not sure
at first she wanted to let him do it, but once he began she knew
that she did. His fingers took her open wide, his tongue shot in,
and her hips jerked. He washed the walls inside of her and his
tongue squirmed until Anne nearly tore his hair out in response.
He quickly brought her to a climax that arched her back and made
her hips swallow his face.
Carson told her later that her grasping hands gave him a
thrill, that he was glad to know she liked what he had done to her.
Carson stayed there after Anne had reached her peak and
brought her partway to another one before he moved up and into her
to finish with his own release at last. When Carson walked Anne
back to the beach house that night, she saw that Joy's bedroom door
was still open. This might be taken as a sign of hope for Joy.
Joy and Dave lay there under the boardwalk and talked, and
finally they dressed and returned to her beach-house at one in the
morning. When he kissed her at the door, Joy shyly asked that he
stay with her. Dave accepted her offer. He could understand that
her emotions would be in a turmoil, and deserting her now could be
very bad for any future relationship between them. If she woke with
any doubts about what they had done, Dave could comfort her with
affection.
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