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Subject: {ASSM} <Thm>  Her Sweet Heady Scent (MF Rom)  Ray1031
Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 03:10:03 -0500
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My Second entry into Hecate's 5th Anniversary Theme Game

Her Sweet Heady Scent  by Ray1031  (MF  Cons)
(C) - Nov 2001

The following story is for adults only. It contains descriptions of
sex and/or sexual situations. Yes, people get Nekkid and do the
nasty. If it is illegal for you to read these things, If you are not
eighteen years old, or if you simply find such stories objectionable
... Go elsewhere, please.

The Author gives his permission for reposting of this story to 100%
free sites (that means No charge for access and NO AVS) providing
that the author's information and copyright information are included
as posted.

My word for the game will be listed at the end of the story. - Ray


Her Sweet Heady Scent    by Ray1031   (MF  Cons)
(C) - Nov 2001


They were working in the 'Pits' when the explosion came. Ken working
the floor of the pits had first felt the least quiver in the ground
beneath his feet. He'd turned, looking up at Jeni on the upper catwalks
as the first thunderous roar of the explosion echoed around him. Then
the concussion wave rolled in behind the roar and knocked him flat.
Laying on his back, stunned and dazed, he was barely aware of what
his eyes were seeing.

The lights in the cavernous chamber flickered, dimmed, brightened
and dimmed again before finally going out completely. In those last
flickering seconds before he completely lost consciousness, he saw
Jeni thrown over the catwalk railing by the concussive force. She
reached the end of her safety tether and was snapped to a sudden
stop. As the lights went out, both figuratively and actually, he
saw her unmoving form swinging at the end of her tether from the
catwalks forty feet overhead.

    The towel he was drying his hair with blocked his
    vision as Ken stepped from the shower. He was caught
    totally unaware as Jeni snapped his buttock with the
    towel in her hand. It was a perfect shot. Just the
    barest tip of the towel touching his skin as it
    snapped at the end of it's arc.

    "Ow! Hey, that hurt." Ken uncovered his eyes as he
    danced away from the contact, turning to see her
    standing with a devilish smile on her face. "No fair.
    I wasn't even looking." He smiled back.

    "That's the best time," she replied, pulling the
    towel back for another snap. But Ken fooled her,
    charging rather than dancing away from her attack,
    nullifying the effect.

    Wrapping his arms around her he spun her as he
    gathered her up into a bear hug from behind, lifting
    her naked form completely off the floor. She struggled
    in his arms, her brown hair falling into disarray
    around her almond shaped face. Her buttocks wriggling
    against his upper thighs and pelvis as she struggled.
    Only a manner of seconds passed before he began
    responding to her naked form against him. Her heavy
    breasts sliding and slapping against the tops of his
    forearms, he began to come erect, rising up between her
    scissoring legs.

    She stopped struggling. Feeling his rising joystick
    between her thighs she looked down as the head made
    it's appearance and rose to lightly rest against her
    love lips. Reaching across her thigh, she grasped the
    tip between her thumb and fingers.  "Lookee here what
    I found."  She pinched and pulled.

    "Hey, wife!  You ever wanna use that again, be careful.
    After ten years you know how sensitive the little guy
    can be." Relaxing his arms, Ken allowed her to slide
    downwards to her feet. It bent things downwards, but he
    still had some flexibility so it wasn't painful.

    "What did you say?" Jeni spun in his arms and looked up
    into his face and eyes.

    Smiling, Ken kissed her forehead and leaned back before
    saying "Happy Anniversary Jeni. Have I ever forgotten?"

    Her eyes softened as she wrapped her arms about his
    waist and squeezed hard. Her breasts flattened against
    him as she rested her chin against his chest, still
    looking up into his eyes. "No. But this is the first
    year you didn't say it first thing in bed and start the
    day with an Anniversary fuck."

    "Well I'll fix that right now, though it'll mean no
    breakfast. We're due at the work site in an hour."

    Picking her up, Ken carried her back to the bed and
    tossed her onto it. Even under her slighter weight the
    springs squeaked loudly as she landed. Sounding almost
    like an explosion in the quiet room ...

Ken woke up choking and rolled over where he lay. Coughing up what
felt like a shovel full of dust and dirt, feeling the hard packed
dirt beneath his forearms and realizing that his eyes were open but
he couldn't see . . . he remembered. The explosion. Lights going
out. Jeni . . . JENI!

"JENI!!" he called out. He heard nothing. "Jeni!" he called again,
listening. He couldn't hear. Except for the sound of his own voice
inside his head, he couldn't hear. Bringing his right hand to his
ear he found wetness. He couldn't see, so he tried to smell the wet
on his fingertips. Nothing, all he could smell was dust. He tasted
the wet and tasted the metallic sweetness of his own blood.

"Concussion must have damaged my ear drums." he said. His own voice
rattled from side to side inside his head but no other sound was
heard. Slowly he levered himself to his hands and knees. There was a
sharp pain in his side. Feeling there, he found it dry but tender.
There were no tears in his heavy work shirt. He'd either bruised his
side badly, or had broken a rib. Slowly, gingerly, he raised up to his
knees and reached out into the air around him. His left hand touched
one of the massive structural I-beams. Resting his hand against it he
steadied himself as he slowly stood up.

He wanted to rush to Jeni's aid, but thanks to the pain in his side
he was already grounded back into reality and knew he had to move
slowly, carefully in the surrounding darkness or he could seriously
injure himself. Then he'd be no good to either of them. His head was
spinning . . .

    Jeni had him on his knees in the center of the bed
    arching backwards. His hands behind him supporting
    them both as she lay full length with her breasts
    pillowed against his upper thighs. Her left hand was
    travelling over his buttocks as her right encircled
    the base of his cock, angling it upwards towards her
    slowly descending mouth. He saw her lick her lips in
    both preparation and glee as she slowly opened her
    mouth . . .

Ken's head cleared. Visions of Jeni fading away as the dizziness
passed. He took stock of himself and slowly rubbed his hands over
his body checking for damage to himself and his equipment. He was
amazed to find he was half hard when his hands reached his crotch.
He chuckled and was immediately reminded that he couldn't hear.
Finding no other damage he stood still and tried to decide the best
way to proceed in the total darkness of the Pit. How best to help
himself and Jeni.  He'd found his flashlight and it was broken . . .
he couldn't get it to light or if it did, he couldn't see it, which
was the same thing to him. He left the switch in the 'on' position
and rehung it from his belt.

The first thing he decided was that even though he couldn't hear,
that didn't mean Jeni couldn't hear. So from that point on, he was
going to put all of his thoughts into words. A running commentary on
the situation and his actions. Hoping to keep both he and she calm
and posted on his thoughts and progress. It would help him to think
more clearly as well.

"Jeni. Sweetheart. I don't know if you can hear me or not. I can't
hear me, or you, or anything. I think the concussion damaged my
eardrums.  There was an explosion and the power went out. That's why
it's dark. I am standing and I remember exactly where I was when
this started. I will be working myself around the edge of the wall
to the ladder. Then I will climb to the scaffolding above and find
you. I will pull you up where you are hanging from your safety rope.
I will rescue you, my love."

Ken began moving around the I-beam to the wall beyond. He was going
to move along the wall at arm's reach, the fingertips of his right
hand just touching the wall as he moved. He was doing this for
guidance. But also because he would pass under the place where Jeni
should be hanging. Though he didn't want to think of it, if she had
fallen, he should trip over her where she fell.

The Scaffolds above were narrow which was why Jeni was up there
instead of he. He could handle heights, but the narrowness of the
catwalks made him nervous. While she had no problem with it.

"I've found my flashlight, but it doesn't seem to be working Jeni.
I'm going to have to do this in the dark, unless your flashlight
still works and you can turn it on for me." He paused.

"No, huh. Well, you just hang in there Ha-ha. Okay. I know this
isn't a laughing matter, but I've got to keep talking. It helps
focus my thoughts and I hope you find it calming. I wish now that I
hadn't let you talk me into quitting smoking. At least I'd have a
lighter in my pocket for light. But since I don't smoke, I don't."

Ken was moving slowly. His fingers just touching the wall, his feet
moving slowly in a shuffle step so he could feel any obstacle before
he struck it headlong. His left hand was waving an exploratory
pattern before his face and chest as he moved, for the same reason.
He wanted to hurry, to rush to his wife's aid, but couldn't afford
to take the risk.

"You'll never believe what I was dreaming about when the concussion
knocked me out. I was dreaming about this morning when you snapped
me with the towel and the great sex afterwards, before we came to
work. I had this fantastic picture in my head of that great blow-job
you gave me to start things off.  Your breasts felt so wonderful
resting on my thighs and it tickled a little as your nipples
hardened into my legs." Ken chuckled. "After ten years, it still
amazes me that you get so turned on giving head. I can lick your
pussy for an hour. Explore every crease, every channel, every nook
and cranny of you and your nipples won't get as hard."

Ken had reached the next I-beam and breathed a sigh of relief as he
worked his way around it.

"Jeni, Honey. Good news. I just reached the next beam and I didn't
find you. That means you didn't fall, I hope. I also didn't feel
anything drip on me anywhere, so that means you're not bleeding,
right?" He laughed. "Yeah, right Ken. Ask a stupid question. If she
is conscious and trying to answer, you can't hear her. Real dumb!
"Okay, I'm around the beam and starting to move along the wall. The
ladder is just beyond the next beam. Now, where was I?"

"Oh yeah, eating your pussy. Now there's a meal for you. One I
could, and have, eaten for over an hour. But, like I was saying. In
all the times I have eaten your pussy, I have never yet seen your
nipples get really hard. Not unless they were already hard or I was
playing with them as I ate. But put a dick in your mouth, and up them
little suckers pop. Firm and hard. I remember once when you got so
excited I thought I saw them quivering a bit at the very tips. I've
always wished I could do that to you by eating your pussy. You know
how I like to eat your pussy . . . FUCK!"

"Oh God that fuckin' hurt. No harm done though. If you're wondering,
Jeni, your husband just stubbed his fucking toe on a concrete block.
Too damned cocky. The last section was so easy I forgot all the crap
they tossed against the wall in this one. I'm sorry Jeni, but I have
to slow down even more now. I can't afford to really hurt myself or
I won't be able to help either of us."

Dropping to his hands and knees, Ken began a new mode of travel.
Feeling the way ahead with his hands first, then bringing his knees
forward and touching the wall beside him before starting again. It
was slow, but safe.

"Sometimes, dear, I think you'd almost rather I simply fucked your
mouth every day rather than your pussy. But I only think that until
I get inside of you. Like this morning. You sucked me until I was so
close that it was almost a disappointment when you didn't let me cum
in your mouth. I know, it's our anniversary and we always have a
morning fuck to celebrate the day; but I wanted to cum so bad right
then.  I'm glad you didn't let me though. Especially when you lay
back and I got to play with those magnificent breasts of yours."

"I think I'm past the worst of the rubble now Jeni. But I'm going to
stay on my hands and knees until I reach the next beam. It will only
add a few more minutes. Then I will be at the ladder and I'll come
up and pull you in. You know, You wouldn't be hanging upside down
like you are, If you attached the safety line to the front of your
rig like everyone else. But N-o-o-o. You have to put it in back, So
it's out of your way. How do I know you are hanging upside down?
Because I saw you fall and reach the end of your line just as the
lights went out. I had a flash of the rope wrapping around your leg
as you fell. So I know you are hanging by your ankle. But I'll be
there soon, I promise. I wish I could hear you. I'm so worried that
you are hurt and can't tell me."

Ken continued to crawl, moving ahead a little then checking his
positioning from the wall.

"I know you don't think your breasts are as good as they used to be,
Jeni. But I love them as much today as I did the first time I saw
them. The first night I tasted and played with them behind the back
seat of your Daddy's station wagon while he drove home from the park.
I still can't believe we got away with that one. But he and your
Mom were busy talking in the front seat and we were real quiet."

"I know they may be starting to sag a bit after ten years. They sit
a little flatter against your chest than they did. But what can you
expect from something so large and heavy. Your muscles are
stretching a little, that's all. They are as full as ever and as
tasty as they ever have been. Even though 'you' hadn't had your
shower yet this morning they were the tastiest breakfast you could
have served me. Your skin is still so silky and smooth. It feels
like the petals of the softest rose to my cheeks and lips. Hey, you
know what I truly love most about your breasts? Your areola."

"I know I've said it before, but I've always felt you thought I was
joking. Well, dearest, I assure you I was not. As large and puffy as
they are normally, It is when you get extra excited that I really
love them. They get so full and firm they look like a second tit
rising out of the first one. When I lay next to you after sex. While
we are side-by-side and relaxing in the afterglow. Your nipples are
still excited, and they look like smaller mountains on the plateau
of your breasts and your small nipples, erect like that, look like
miniature flagpoles some tiny mountain climber has left behind.
Erect testaments to his achievement. Silly as it sounds, I do love
the sight and that image."

Ken had reached the next beam. Standing, he began to ease around it
to the wall mounted ladder beyond.

"I'm at the second beam Jeni. I'll be at the ladder and climbing
soon. Then I'll get you down." Reaching the wall beyond, Ken began
his slow forward progress again, searching for the ladder he knew
was beyond.

"I was having fun this morning, Jeni. Playing with your tits. I was
just getting into it when you reminded me we had to work today. I'm
kinda sorry now that you did. I mean, we could have called in sick
and played in bed all day. But you were right and I knew it. We need
the money and we gave our word we'd be here today."

"So soft and silky. So wet and warm. You bring out sensations in me
that seem to melt my very soul when we are making love. And once you
get excited, the musky mix of your sweat and sex is an odor that
drives me wild. I get dizzy sometimes making love to you simply from
the sweet musky scent of thoroughly excited you.  If I could ever
figure out some way of canning that scent and selling it, I'd make a
fortune. Every bachelor's bedroom on the continent would smell of you
in heat. My God, Jeni, could you even imagine it?"

"I'm on the ladder now, Jeni, and I'm passing the first catwalk. You
are hanging from the second. I could probably reach you from the
first, but not being able to see, I don't think I could cut you free
without cutting you as well. So I will have to pull you back up to
the second. I hope the guard rails are intact."

Ken continued to talk as he climbed. Continued to relay graphic
details of this morning's sex. He reached the second level and
found the guardrail sound. He would be able to walk upright and
not be forced to advance on hands and knees to help his wife. His
elation was short-lived however as after passing the beam, he
found the guardrail gone.

He dropped to his hands and knees and inched slowly forward,
feeling his way and hoping he wouldn't pass her by in the dark.
He needn't have worried though, he smelled her in the darkness
when he reached her. The scent of sweat and aroused musk. The
sweet heady scent of her he knew so well. She must have been
listening to him after all. Must have become excited by the words
and the memories he spoke. Knowing that he was coming. Knowing he
would help her she must have relaxed, losing herself in the
fantasies his words wove as he moved below.

Once on the Scaffold beside him and each had assured themselves
that the other was all right by feel. Jeni found his hard-on.  Ken found
himself pushed onto his back on the catwalk. There in the dark, over
forty feet above the ground below, Jeni loosened his pants and opened
his zipper.  There in the dark, forty feet above the ground, she sucked
his cock as he felt her open her own fly lowering her pants and panties
to her ankles. With her ankles thus bound, she spread her knees and
lowered herself onto his hardened cock. He was in heaven as she placed
her hands on the catwalk to either side and began riding him as fast and
as hard as she could. She was like a madwoman. Aggressive and
demanding in the darkness.

They crossed the threshold together, as they almost always did after so
many years together. Their orgasms were massive and draining. Some
where in the middle of it the lights came on. They were as blinded by
brightness as they had been by darkness.  Jeni lay across his chest, his
softening cock still inside her, her naked knees and legs still to either
side
of his hips as Ken closed his eyes against the glare.

They were still in that position, trying to adjust their eyes to the
brightness,
when their 'rescuers' arrived.

When the doctor's examined them, Jeni was found to have a sprained ankle
but no other injury. As Ken watched her leave for home she promised to
have a fine anniversary meal waiting for him. Ken's injuries, although more
severe were also deemed mostly minor.  His ears would heal and his
hearing return. His rib wasn't fractured, simply badly bruised. His
'stubbed'
toe wasn't broken. Two hours after his wife; cleaned, bandaged, shot full
of antibiotics and pain killers, Ken finally left the hospital and headed
home.
He still didn't know what caused the explosion. He didn't know if anyone
else was hurt.

At that moment he didn't care. He and his wife were alive, and safe, and
healthy. He and his wife would both be getting bonuses for their work in
the Pit. They would also be receiving large hazard pay checks for the
incident today. Best of all though were the papers he carried in his pocket.

In his pocket were orders from the doctor that he be excused from work
for two weeks, with pay, until his ears healed. There was a duplicate set
of papers for his wife. He had talked the doctor into that. She was
excused for 'severe leg trauma'.  Two weeks of nothing to do but stay in
bed with his wife all day . . . it reminded him of their honeymoon.


(My word was: Scent)

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