Message-ID: <45527asstr$>
Return-Path: <>
X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail
From: Goldberry <Goldberry12spam@hotmail.spamcom>
X-Original-Message-ID: <Xns943B5E223932Fnospamnospamhotmailc@>
Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT
NNTP-posting-date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 10:17:17 MST
User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25
X-Spam-Level: Level 
X-Spamscanner:  (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 0.3/5.0 2.60)
X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 23612 hAMHOCOx025751
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 17:17:17 +0000 (GMT)
Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] The First and Last Time, by Tom Bombadil
Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 23:10:06 -0500
Approved: <>
X-Archived-At: <URL:>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <>
X-Story-Submission: <>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge

via Goldberry
Goldberry12spam@hotmail.spamcom (you can figure this out :)

Emails to me or posts to ass.d will also be read by Tom.


[BSFSF] The First and Last Time

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Nov 2003

This one is for Bradley Stoke's Flash Stroke Festival.  As stated below, 
anyone, including Mr. Bradley Stoke on his ASSTR web page, can list, 
archive, and/or share this story.

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in 
your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun 
reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.


The First and Last Time
I couldn't believe my eyes.  There she was, Sylvie Gent, naked, kneeling 
on a pillow on the floor, leaning over a bed with her arms spread wide 
and secured by scarves tied to the far posts, and a blindfold covering 
her eyes.  Sylvie Gent, my crush for three years, who was always going 
out with someone else.  Downstairs, her latest beau, the moron fullback 
of the football team, was making inroads on his second dozen, bragging 
about how hot and ready she always was.  "Hank?  It's about time.  
Please untie me now!" she whispered urgently.  I unzipped and kneeled 
down behind the girl whose image had fired so many of my masturbation 
fantasies, my fingers finding her hot, slimy snatch right away.  Hank 
had obviously done her earlier.  "Again, Hank?  Okay, but make it fast, 
I'm missing the party!"  With no hesitation, I grabbed two handfuls of 
tight, jiggly ass and pushed home.  As long as Hank had beer, he would 
stay downstairs.  That gave me at least a half an hour, and I made the 
most of it.  The last words I remember hearing that night are "Oh fuck, 
Hank, don't stop!  I'm gonna cum again!"  A few seconds later I came 
with her, just as Hank opened the door.


Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
| ------ send stories to: <>|
| FAQ: <> Moderators: <> |
|ASSM Archive at <>   Hosted by <> |
|Discuss this story and others in; look for subject {ASSD}|