Message-ID: <43801asstr$1060369802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <j_shelbourne@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030808154418.45284.qmail@web13903.mail.yahoo.com> From: jordan shelbourne <j_shelbourne@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 08:44:18 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} A Clean Taste Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 15:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43801> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw [Need to practise my flashing for Desdmona's contest. JS] A CLEAN TASTE Jordan Shelbourne 2003 This has to stop, he thinks, as she comes to his room again. She smells of hot water, kiwi shampoo and harsh soaps. We shouldn't do this, he tells himself even as his body responds before her touch. His nipples and penis are already rigid. She draws back the sheet to expose him to the moonlight. She's sick, he repeats for the thousandth time as she licks the dried sweat from the hard parts of his body. He told himself the same things last night and every night before. "Dirty," she croons as she straddles him and takes him into her ass. She fits her practiced anus around his erection, fills her rectum with the head, then the shaft. She is the only woman who has ever done this to him. He adores it. "Dirty," she sings again and he caresses her tight swollen nipples, lovely in the moonlight. That's all she ever says. He thought once it was a command to bathe first, but that night she arrived and left without touching him. She rides him for a long time, coming on her own schedule. For the first time, he doesn't come. Eventually she pulls off him. In the moonlight he can see a dark fecal ring around the base of his shaft. "Dirty," she moans. For the first time, she licks him clean and swallows his come. She leaves, silently as always. He lies there and thinks, This has to stop. Wrapped in his sheet, he goes to her room. He has never been there. It is antiseptic white. Spotless. She is gargling in the bathroom, scrubbed raw and scrawny in the unforgiving glare. His semen has been vomited into the sink. This has to stop, he thinks. He sees what she is gargling with. Bleach. It stops. ===== Self-advertisement: stories at http://www.compu-diva.com/IvoryGates/index.htm __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software http://sitebuilder.yahoo.com -- 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: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+