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Subject: {ASSM} Morning Coffee  (M/F)
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Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 18:10:05 -0400
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This story portrays two unmarried, non-christian, attractive,
intelligent people fucking like bunnies.  If you are under 18, or have
poor taste or this is illegal in your area then don't read it.  Story
copywrited, do not reprint without permission obtainable from
jmp320@yahoo.com or I'll write a story your mama.  And a walrus.



Morning Coffee

   The young black-haired man pounded through the early morning
streets, his arms hanging crooked at the shoulders and swinging in
time to his legs, now striding back and forth beneath him.  It was
early morning, the sun had just risen through the grey mist of the
overhanging clouds and it painted the congestion of small vehicles and
drab brown houses an inimitable colorless shade, an obverse pastel,
where everything at once took on the aura of artificiality and danger.
 At least it appeared so to him, he mused, as he darted between mini's
and sedans, crossing the bizarre streets at the totally foreign
roundabouts.
  
  He picked up his pace, breathing hard, his thin white cotton tanktop
coated with sweat and the camouflage cut-offs on his thin hips
starting to chafe.  He noted again the low arc of the sun, its meager
point reminding him of just how far he was from his home in the
mountains, so far away, where its presence at this hour would be only
a faint glow showing over some ridge to the east.  He wondered if she
would be up, his charge, at her small flat amidst the identical
shadings of brown that seemed everpresent in this city so large that
it swallowed people whole.  She had been out late again, and more to
the point, she wouldn't let him go with her.  And not knowing where
she was and with whom had driven him crazy, but only to the point
where he had drank a few drinks and gone to bed early.
  
  He paused, looking down the streets at the unfamiliar markings and
signs, his sharp grey eyes trying to discern if he had lost himself in
this suburban labrinthe.  He looked up at the sign on the corner, he
was close.  It had been hell the first few weeks, learning the new
city.  But now he felt a remote comfort in the watery colors he saw
around him.  After all, it was good to be away from the sweltering
confines of the Deep South in the summertime.  He passed up the street
to his left, ducking away from other early morning wanderers and
passed up the steps to the small flat, its number stamped in gold to
the right of the door.  He pulled the key from his pocket, passed it
through the lock and walked in.
  
  She was sitting across from him on the sofa, her tanned legs bare
and shaven, tapering down from from her pelvis above the small mound
of her cunt.  He breasts, perfectly shaped and smooth were relaxed and
gently falling away from her chest as she leaned back on the divan,
her hand cradling her head as her slightly curly brown hair rolled
away fron her face.
  
  Glancing at him, her gaze taking in the tight confines of his broad
shoulders and deep chest, she said, "How was the run, David?"
  
  He looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly in response to her
nakedness and said, "Oh, it was great, how about you put us on some
coffee?"  He smiled broadly at her, amused, and headed through the
flat on the way to the shower, stripping off his tank top and throwing
it on the floor.  He opened the door to the bathroom and stepped
inside, stripping the shorts away from his sweat covered hips.  He
paused for a moment to touch the small puckered scar above his left
buttocks and remembered how long it had taken all the bone fragments
to finally work themselves out of the wound.  He smelled the odor of
his unwashed body, musky, and thought about the shower to come. He
also thought about the woman on the couch and his cock stiffened out
of reflex.  It had been so very long.
  
  He threw back the curtain and turned the old iron knobs, watching
the gush of water hit the bottom of the tub.  Soon the room filled
with steam rising behind the curtain and his knotted muscles began to
work themselves free.  He rolled his ankles in small circles,
clenching and unclenching the curved reflex of his calf.  He bent down
and massaged them, trying to loosen himself up from the run.  With a
smile he stepped into the shower.
  
  In the warmth of the water he ran his hand down his chest, across
the flat curves of his stomache and down to gently cradle his cock and
balls.  He smiled again at the thought of the woman on the divan.  The
shower curtain rustled, it was her.
  
  "So you're starting without me?" She said, her voice taking on that
bizarre lilt that sounded so unfamiliar to him.
  His smile changed to a rye grin, "Princess, what are you doing?" 
His hand moved away from his groin and up to join its partner in
scratching his head.  He glanced at her, unable not do so, and noticed
that her nipples had become small and hard, jutting stiffly away from
the curves of her chest, umistakably aroused.  She stepped into the
shower opposite him and closed the curtain.
  
  "Princess, you know what we talked about," he said, rubbing water
from his eyes.  She stepped closer to him, her nipples grazing the
skin of his chest.  She put one hand up and pushed his face back at
the forehead, "You're standing in the way of the water."
  
  The shower flowed over her, moistening her hair and clinging to the
soft confines of her face, dripping from her nose and eyelashes,
turning her nipples into small teardrops.  She blinked her eyes
through the water and bit the bottom corner of her lip.  He stepped
back, beneath the rush of the water.  She reached her hands up to her
face and forced her dripping hair away from her soft brown eyes. 
Drawing her hands down her neck, she grazed them across her chest. 
She stepped forward, again, closer now, also underneath the shower. 
His cock, which before had been tumescent now lunged forward, fully
erect and trembling.  He reached his hands up to grasp at her
shoulders and push her away, but before he could touch her, his
confident smile took on a grimace of discomfort.   He realized that if
he did touch her, it would all be over.
  
  She moved forward slightly, the round curve of her pubis grazing his
cock and he shivered.  He started to protest when she reached one hand
up to the side of his face and the other down to his groin.  One
gently stroking, the other tugging at him, barely encircling him,
once.  He could barely breathe, it was if the steam of the shower had
turned the oxygen into something untenable, or perhaps he had changed
into something that couldn't use it.  His resolve softened as she
slowly stroked the length of him and looked up into his face, smiling.
  
  He took a deep gasp, his legs buckled and with a low growl he
reached around her, grabbing her ass in both hands and forcing her to
the other end of the shower in one smooth movement. He breathed deeply
against the side of her head, smashing her into the wall.  He could
still barely contain himself from the hand on his cock.  He reached
down, forcefully, and pulled her hand away.  Grabbing her by both
wrists he raised her arms over her head.  The steady, beating rhythm
of the shower pulsing against his lower back made him aware of what he
was doing.  He moved his head slightly down to the side of her face to
her ear and bit down, hard, on her earlobe.  She gave a muted squeal
and reached her hands down across his shoulders, digging her long
nails into his back.  He was panting now, but in the fogged shower he
focused, sliding his face down to where it grazed one hard nipple.  He
bit down again.  She squealed, deeper this time and tried to kneel
with him to the floor, reaching beneath him to his cock where it was
pulsing slightly out of reach.  With a forceful movement  he knelt
fully and pushed her hips back.
  
  He stayed there in front of her and slowly drew one of her legs over
his shoulder, the water coursing freely over his frame.  He raised his
head to look up at her and found she was still biting her lower lip,
with her head relaxed against the wall, eyes closed.  He slid his nose
over her pubis, so smooth and found himself smelling her, dangerous,
exotic and stifling in the small space.  He leaned his head over to
the side and tongued her thigh in small shallow movements, his tongue
moving closer and closer to her cunt until finally he was at the edge
of her, the smooth brown skin engorged and trembling with small
droplets of water clinging to it.
   
 He tilted his head lower, starting at the base of her crevice and ran
his tongue slowly and gently from the back up to the very apex of her
clit.  Losing himself in the taste of her, he gently nipped at her
clit, the rolled it slowly with his lips.  He forced himself away from
her and looked up again.  She was trembling in the water, her chest
heaving and her hips making small bucking movements.  He licked her
again, from back to front, slower this time and deeper.  He tongued
her cunt, moving up, quicker now, to her clit again.  As he slowly
licked and sucked her he couldn't resist the urge to wrap his own hand
around himself, pulling and stroking in time to his mouth.  He
continued his abuse of her until, finally sensing that he wouldn't
last, he rose from the floor.  He took her face in his hands.  She
opened her eyes and stared back at him.  "I want you," he said, slowly
lowering his hands to her ass and then quickly lifting her.  "Put me
inside you," he said, now breathless with his exertions.  She reached
one hand between them and gently tugged at him.  He maneuvered his
hips below her as she slowly massaged the exterior of her own cunt
with his cockhead.
  
  "Oh God, Princess," he said as he stared into her eyes, his ragged
breathing matching her own.
  "Yes," she murmered, finally sliding his cockhead up and down her
slit until it fit perfectly in her opening.  She was sopping now and
he could feel her warmth, so close.  With a deep breath he forced
himself into her.  She accepted him with a small cry.  Slowly, barely
able to mantain himself, he started in small increments, inching
himself into her, moving his hips back and forth and side to side. 
They were grunting now, unable to breath in the steam of the small
room.  Finally, he was all the way in and she wrapped her legs around
his hips and began working herself against him.  He stood for a moment
feeling her perfect tight fit make small movements back and forth
against his him.  Then he began thrusting, hard, wanting to end it
all, empty himself.  Her hands forced themselves behind her against
the shower wall, steadying herself to receive him.  He thrust and
thrust against her, staring into her eyes, trying to look deeper with
each thrust until he came, his semen unwinding in a pure brilliant
arc, feeling so beautiful inside her.  He found he was sobbing as he
held her there, unable to let her go or set her down and feeling
himself become smaller and smaller.  Then, suddenly he was without
strength and she came to rest gently on the floor.  She gave him a
small smile and reached up to kiss his lips.  "Employee's benefits,"
she said.

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