Message-ID: <51858asstr$1125929403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@lacy.pathlink.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews3 From: Vivian Darkbloom <vdkblm-OBLITERATE-SPAM!@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <dfgpr00n0m@enews3.newsguy.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 User-Agent: KNode/0.9.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by lacy.pathlink.com id j856o9cE024045 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 04 Sep 2005 23:50:07 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Cinema Sin [part 2] Lines: 317 Date: Mon, 05 Sep 2005 14:10:03 +0000 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/Year2005/51858> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, hoisingr To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, or, if you missed the first part of the series, please visit our website at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ -------------------------------------------------------- Cinema Sin [part 2] by Vivian Darkbloom ____________________________________________________________ "Ozzia, ambrosia," rhymed I, ever her fan as she kneaded my lap, fanning my need. "What?" she said blankly. "Ambrosia, elixir of the Gods," I explained. "Who licks who?" she replied. "Elixir. Like Nectar, you know, or 7-up." Her charmingly frequent grin returned to lighten up her face as she shrugged. "You sure know lots of words. Oh! Swings!" In a heartbeat, she had leapt down from geodesic swinging bars and was bounding across the grass. My pursuit was less adept, but inspired by her youthful energy, mine surged as I ran to catch up. It felt good to remember the exuberance of carefree careless love, to re-immerse in the tingle of exertion. By now, the day had cooled somewhat, though there was still enough heat in the air to draw forth a layer of sweat... but I didn't care. Her miniscule nipples stood as two scenic hilltops, the countours of which were clearly visible through her shirt. As my eyes traced the elegant line of her long, slender legs, it was impossible not to follow the graceful curves to where they were obscured by skimpy little shorts, imagination carried by the momentum of such a delightful sleekness to extrapolation of what lay beneath the thin tiny layers of fabric. When I arrived huffing and puffing, she was already swinging back and forth. "Sit on my lap!" she exclaimed, breastless chest heaving with in- and exhalation. I panted as well, catching my breath. Cold daggers of unexpected exertion knifed into my lungs, a wholesome kind of feeling as if shaking a fallen-asleep limb. I chuckled. "Don't you think it would be better the other way around? You sit in my lap?" She sniffed the air, insulted. "I'm strong enough," she said, skidding to a dusty halt at the bottom of the arc and proffering beautiful, slender thighs. "Ok," I approached, and her eyes widened as I began to sit down. "No, wait." Before I knew what had happened, she had squirmed out from under me. "I sit on your lap," she said, as I gripped the jingling chains to lower myself onto the swing. I laughed again. The sun was still above the horizon, lighting the hilltops nearby, though we were in the shadow of friendly trees that surrounded us. In the stillness of birdcalls I could hear the distant roar of rushing water. She put her legs over the chain on either side, sat facing me, on top of me. "Oof, ugh, uf, God, you're heavy," I protested. "It was your idea," she said quietly. "I guess so," I replied, feeling the comfortable weight of her soft flesh pressing down on me. Passion flowed like bitter wine to drown repressive taboos as sparks flew between the hearts of me and my beloved. We swung casually, in tandem. She leaned forward as I leaned back, then I leaned forward as she leaned back, then she leaned forward, then I leaned forward and placed a kiss in the center of her chest. I raised my face to hers with the ache of desire, my eyes reaching up with longing into the lofty angelic heights from which she gazed down. "I'm dying to make love to you," I softly revealed as we continued back and forth. The arcs of our pendulum co-created pelvic motion similar to that which I longed to investigate on a deeper level. Her gaze down upon me told the same story, eyelids half-closed as her face flushed once more with the hypnotic trance of lust. My eyes devoured every detail of her beautiful body as if it were sweet porcelain white chocolate dusted with the aura of powdered sugar. Every curve seemed shaded with sexual allurement, each motion as we gently swayed together drew me deeper into the warmth of our togetherness. Our synchronized motions grew in unison, and the arc swung higher and higher, until our suspension at each apogee seemed surreal, the distance to the ground increasing with each swoop, to rush again toward us with alarming celerity only to be swept to safety by the creaking chain above us. Momentarily soaring, only to fall and then once again take off to enjoy the ephemeral sensation of weightlessness, only to fall once again. It seemed almost perilous that we might fall from such a height, even though I knew it unlikely. "Whoa," I said in spite of myself, being the boring older responsible member of the party, "Let's slow down a bit." As the level of the arc gradually diminished with natural cessation, she gently reached down and kissed me on the lips. The sensation soared into the center of my consciousness, as I reveled in the soft sweet pliant texture of her forbidden mouth so gently loving me. Our kisses traveled back and forth to each other, crossing and intersecting like telegraph wires viewed through the window of a train in motion, weaving together the fabric of our two lives into a single thread. Again and again I trespassed shallow social taboos, by penetrating her sacrosanct oral chamber with my tongue, tasting her teeth, palpating the whispering kindness of her lips, eliciting now and then a little whimper of pleasure mingled with yearning. In the space of a few centimetres, our mutual lovemaking set fire to the shallow mindless knee-jerk puritanism that holds our culture in its death-grasp. With the simple innocence of our yearning for each other, we set free every prisoner unjustly rotting for the sake of honest heartfelt passion, smashed into dust the walls constraining the expression of God-given desire, celebrated the unrestrained exuberance of Divinely Created sexual bliss. With honeyed sweet caresses of her eager lips with mine, I watched burst into flame the dead dry husk of stuck-up holier-than-thou religious extremism, watched the crumbling skeleton keel over and collapse into white ashes, swept away into the black abyss of nonexistence by the winds of cleansing truth. As our passions burned brighter on that midsummer afternoon, I felt more alive than ever before. My ship sailed onward, sails filled with the wind of true purpose, ready to conquer the world with my love. Together we tumbled to the ground, rolling laughing through the water-like mountains of sand as its grittiness crept inside our clothing, then onto the grassy hillside as we rolled over and over, the stars in her twinkling eyes sailing straight into my heart as we rolled over and over and over, both laughing uncontrollably until we reached the bottom of the hill, to lay there still laughing and breathless with exertion. Again she lay atop me, and again we kissed, her lips like taffy, tantalizing, hypnotizing, tranquilizing, soliloquizing, dually energizing. Our clothes were wrinkled, grass-stained, sweaty, sand-filled, and the ghost of Bob stared askew from her sweet plains, gold Mardi-Gras beads somehow still miraculously intact. "Have you ever made love to a boy before?" I asked. "Never," she replied. "Ever made love with a girl before?" She giggled, no reply. Again stillness, the sound of two human beings still breathing a bit heavily, the birdcalls of late afternoon, and the slightly closer roar of distant rushing water. "What's that sound?" I asked. "Waterfall," she replied, leaping to standing and running back up the hill we had tumbled down. Again I followed, paying the price of neglected physical exercise, but not to be outdone by my young accomplice. Not enough to ascend the hill, once at the crest, she dove into a ladder/tunnel of the towering wooden structure that loomed on the playground above us, a sort of tree-house without a tree, with an enclosed cupola observation-tower watching overhead. Enjoying the panty-shots, I followed her giggling up the passageway, and soon we found ourselves in the observation tower high above the ground. Around us on all sides was green space, trees grass and flowers. As we surveyed our realm, a couple of little girls rode up on pink bicycles and dismounted, scurrying over to the swings still restless from our recent encounter. The space was enormous, large enough for a whole harem of orgiastic preteen girls. I looked around to see her completely naked once more, clothes tossed into a crazy little heap on the wood floorboards. I stared in fascination at her beautiful little rosebud. The scent of pure femininity was driving me crazy. "Ozzia, are you nuts? Someone might see us!" She shrugged. "Who can see?" she asked. She had a point. Aside from miniscule cracks between the planks, there was no line of sight for visibility, unless someone actually climb up here with us. And no adult in their right mind would do so, aside from which no other adult was around to think of it. I attempted to say something as she undid my belt and yanked my pants down, causing the upright totem-pole to bounce comically. The magnetism drawing us together swelled to an irresistible peak, as she lay back legs-spread open towards me and worked her finger vigorously in the mysterious crack between universes. "Oh!" she moaned. My ship surged forward, sailing boldly with the new found confidence of unbridled passion, the figurehead pushed into the soft tightness of yet unexplored territory. "God, I've been wanting to do this all afternoon," I commented. "Me too," she replied. Finally we met on the sexual plane, and the ache of anticipation joyously dissolved into the moist slippery trembling fulfillment of connection, as I worked my relentless growing solidity into her chamber of delights. Tissues tore and strained with ecstasy as she shifted and switched her hips with the reckless urge to work my shaft deeper inside of her. At last I was sturdily engulfed by her caring caress, and we both sighed a collective flood of relief as we fucked frantically, contentedly. Canvas whipped crackling in the wind as the ship sailed swiftly over the sparkling waters, crashing through the waves in refreshing sea breeze and sunlight on the journey to a new world free from oppression. Eyes closed and mouth open in whispered sighs as she surrendered to the force of physical stimulation. "Could you squirt that stuff inside of me? Please?" she whispered between thrusts. "I'm working on it, dear," I replied, kissing her on the lips, gently biting and tonguing her earlobes, and lovingly caressing her beautiful soft hair, hair the color of pure windswept beach sand. She place one slender arm up beside her head. Around her wrist she wore a little-girl bracelet of brightly colored plastic charms held together with elastic. I took the wrist of her other hand and placed it over her head as well, then leaned forward, firmly but gently pinning down and gripping her arms to brace against my thrusts. She sighed with intense emotion of submissive surrender. The waves sweep up as the ship plunges forward to the edge of the world, bravely approaching the cascading waters falling through the star-studded skies into the uncharted dimensions of interstellar freedom. Our hips press together as I push between her open legs, and penetrate deeper and deeper her darkly delicious and delirious secret mysteries, until finally the ship sails over the edge, crosses the boundary, rips violently through the fabric of space-time, and the bright rays of the future new day shine into view. She twists coaxingly as with one final thrust the dam bursts, exploding forth a million multicolored flower petals as the swollen reservoir rushes in waves of forbidden sweetness. My misstep over the threshold triggers my beloved little miss to step into her own blissful paroxysm of convulsive release, I feel the faint tingling pulse of her repeated contractions around me as her pelvis twitches with eagerness, at each one of the seemingly endless series of drops that I place ever so caringly inside of her, tiny teardrops of life falling into her barren delectability, until finally the energy begins to subside and dissolve into a contented tranquility and peace that passes all understanding, as we both collapse into the pleasant friendship of each other's arms, both lustfully listening to the two giggling girls teasing and playing on the swings below us. And we sailed over the valleys of countless rainbows into a beautiful world beyond fear, a universe of light and love and harmony beyond imagining. ____________________________________________________________ Later that evening, we descended to the river, to swim under the thundering torrential cascade and make love beneath the stars. "Where did this waterfall come from?" I mused. "It seems out of place here." "Maybe it's a preview of the next story," she replied, and as we gazed out over the moonlit plains before us, and spied the silhouetted shadows of a Wizard and a Princess, making their way along a perilous ridgetop trail. ------------------------------------------------------- For more stories, visit our site on asstr-mirror.org http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ -- 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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+