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Subject: {ASSM} Richard Rivers "It Takes a River" part 1 (M/f Asians,sex,rivers)
Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 17:10:12 -0400
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This story is intended for adults only and is the property of its author.
Most of my other works can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Rivers/www/
Please forgive such a measly effort. Lack of time, illness and writers
block have all combined to make this all I can come up with at the moment.
It Takes a River
By Richard Rivers
1:
Visible by moonlight, a woman's breast rises and falls as she sleeps, her
skin glistening with sweat and wet semen. And out the window, the river,
flowing in slow muddy whorls, the water more lazy than the hot, endless
days. Its water glistens too, soft, undulating, changeable - so like a
woman's form.
I watched Susan for a long time while a shadow cast by moonlight crept
across her, until it bisected the dark halo around her nipple; then I looked
out the window, at the river.
Somewhere, way off in the distance, a gun, or guns fired, lazily -
rat...tat...tat - as if the person at the trigger might have been bored.
The sun glared through the mosquito netting but I squinted my eyes shut.
Perhaps it was someone taking target practice at a can; then again, they
might have been drawing a bead on the enemy, sweating, firing those rounds
in careful desperation - who could say. I only knew how they sounded to me,
far enough not to have to worry about it.
Beneath me, Minh shifted her weight politely and I realized I'd dozed off
with my cock still inside of her. The sun beat down on us where we lay. It
was so damn hot...
Rat! ... Tat! ... The gun fired a few more times, lazily.
I wriggled my arm out from beneath her. Like the rest of me, it had fallen
asleep, and now, it tingled almost unbearably. Our bodies slipped against
each other when I changed position, lubricated by sweat and oily, still warm
semen.
I looked for her after lunch and found her squatting in the dust near a
tree, staring out at the muddy whorls of the river. The sight of her
girlish hips, her small, sharp-pointed breasts made my breath race even in
the thick tropical air. Practically carrying her, I led her to the mat
beneath the mosquito netting on the verandah. And when I had her out of the
thin sarong, I ran my tongue all over her body, her smooth brown skin. She
giggled and squirmed at first, like the girl she was, and then her breathing
grew heavy and slow; all of a sudden she became quiet, like a woman
concentrating on the serious business of reaching her orgasm.
She tasted young and fresh, a tropical mix of bananas and fish and her flesh
parted willingly for my tongue, my probing fingers, and at last, my
straining cock.
When I fucked Minh, I forgot how small and fragile she looked. I pounded
down on her so hard it made the thin planks of the verandah beneath us creak
and bounce. But strong, and almost impossibly limber, she brought her legs
up and crossed her ankles at the back of my neck, encouraging me to go even
harder, lightly stroking me at the flanks. She held her eyes shut and wore
on her face a look of such passive serenity while I lost control of myself,
grunting, panting, as I was swept along on a wave of ravaging lust.
Machetes hacked their way rhythmically through the jungle, flies spiraled
slowly and buzzed over a desk, and a gun fired into the long afternoon,
lazily.
Although Minh knew what I wanted, her flesh released its grip on me
reluctantly. And then she was sliding down, between my legs, so that the
first burst of my orgasm lashed across the bridge of her nose and over one
soft, domed eyelid. While she squinted against the stinging, salty, sperm,
I shot again, on her forehead and stringing onto her glistening black hair
like a cobweb. Oozing a trail the length of her body, I let my spent cock
slide back into her warm, fleshy embrace and thrust myself against her with
feeble, dying fucking motions until I lost myself in sleep, and dreams of a
river far away, another girl, another place.
Fin, part 1
Richard Rivers
8/00
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