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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: 'Things lovers do.. ' Sven the Elder
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Things lovers do.
(C)Nov 2000
Sven the Elder
This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
read by juveniles.
If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't
be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays
real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
the bad feelings will go away.
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This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep
one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and
e-mail address and these paragraphs remain on the copy. Any
posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the previous
permission of the author.
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This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be
less than apropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world --
practice safe sex at all times.
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Things lovers do.
(C)Sven the Elder
Sven the Younger - stared into the moonless darkness of the
lake - the islands only visible as such by the darker shadow
where land met water. He was bringing a boat back up the
lake to the town. The husband and wife owners of the boat
having celebrated a little too well were now below in the cabin
sleeping it off.
The Owner's daughter stood behind Sven with her arms around
his waist, her breasts pressing into his back, only the
fabric of their t-shirts stopping the wonderful contact of
her nipples and sweet bosom directly on the skin of his
back. Sven had been painfully hard now for almost half an
hour, his balls beginning to ache uncomfortably as she held
him, rubbing his chest, almost absentmindedly, her hands
under his shirt. Sven, desperately trying to concentrate,
wished with part of him that she would stop, the other part
hoping beyond hope that she would go further.
Her hands changed their rhythm, dropping into his lap,
rubbing his hardness through the sailcloth trousers. Then
she moved down and unbuttoned the fly, easing his penis into
the open air. She moved from behind him and Sven felt rather
than saw her come around to his front. Her lips brushed
his, then he felt them on the head of his shaft - wet, warm
lips engulfing him. His passion rising, ready to be a
torrent, he tried to move her away, but she shook her head,
her lips still wrapped round him, her tongue working its
incredible magic. Seconds later that river of love broke
through and flooded into her receptive mouth and he felt her
swallowing, somehow managing to keep up with that flush of
youthful desire. The surge slowed and stopped. Sven felt
himself licked clean and tidied away. Then again she kissed
him, this time as her tongue slipped into his mouth he
tasted the tart, bitter-sweet cum just produced.
"Love you," she whispered, as she stroked his face lovingly
in the darkness.
Sven nodded his head and whispered his agreement - then he
put her hands on the wheel. Understanding she slipped into
his seat as Sven in turn kissed her, moving the t-shirt
aside and hearing her moan softly, as he kissed her breasts.
Then, kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirt up and
moving down he was delighted to find no panties and the warm
musk of her open sex , inviting and luring him onward. Sven
heard her gasp above the noise of the engine as he hit the
sweet-spot with his tongues. Then he felt her writhe in
silent pleasure as he swiped his tongue along that delicious
open, moist slit, suckling on her clit. Her legs over his
shoulders, stiffened then tightened on Sven as she came to a
rapid, shuddering climax.
A moment later it was her turn to taste herself as Sven
kissed her as she had kissed him.
Sven moved behind her and gently massaged her shoulders as
the boat throbbed slowly homeward beneath the sated lovers.
Ends
(C)Nov 2000 - Sven the Elder
Comments welcomed and desired -
sven_the_elder@ntlworld.com
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