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Subject: Dancing with you at the turning of the sun (MF, rom)
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This is a story of a free and wicked imagination, not to read by anyone
under whatever the age of adultery is in their locality.
This is a nice story, and showing I can get up to more than the
everything-but-the kitchen-sink nastiness of my "A Slavegirl of Rome".
If I get enough positive feedback, I might even write more stories like
these. But of the two stories, Slavegirl" and "Questions in the Night" I
have posted here, the response with one exception have been to
Slavegirl, where I am still working on the second chapter.
BadBadBadBoy
badbadbad98@hotmail.com
Dancing with you at the turning of the sun (MF, rom)
We kissed , and we felt the smell of summer
grasses.
I kissed you hesitatingly at first, then with greater
hunger, then I held your head between my hands,
and you had your hands on my head, forcing me
down to you, as our tongues met and mingled and
liked each other. Around us there were crowds of
people, but no one was staring, for this was
midsummer eve, and the bonfires were burning,
also in all of us. We felt the heat of each other
bodies, and we separated, kissed again, then held
each other tight, and I nibbled at your earlobes,
and you felt my hot breath in you ear, and I
whispered:" I want you tonight, as i have never
done before" and you answered "Tonight" and we
kissed again. The we moved slightly apart, rubbed
noses as eskimoes do, a wise people about love in
cold countries, and a pleasant feel between lovers,
and you said:" I want to dance by a fire on a
beach", and we walked hand in hand over dewey
fields down to the beach where they had lit the
great bonfire. The sky was white, close to
midnight, for even so far south the sun
almost do not set on St.John eve.
People was dancing, people was drinking, couples
were embracing, and I held around your waist,
pulled you close, my hand straying to your breast,
feeling the hardness of your nipple under the thin,
sensuous silk blouse, hard as a wild strawberry.
And you embraced me, your hands sliding over my
buttocks, and we kissed again, as all seemed to be
doing, kissing deeply, we danced to the sound of
accordion music of sailors song in a maritime
county, holding each other thigh, my hands
stroking your back, moving down to cup your
buttocks, pulling you towards me, and we kissed
again, and I kissed your face in the light of the fire
and the red, flat sun that was moving just under the
horizon, and you felt me hard against your
stomach, and pressed closer, moving your hips
against mine, feeling my cock hard like a stick of
firewood. we were dancing in the sand, and you
whispered in my hear:"A quicker dance?" There
was a small wooden platting that most were
dancing on, under a few dim strung up light, and
we moved close, and stepped up. They had a boom
box, with modern House and Jungle, mostly kids
on the platting , all dancing, all gyrating. we saw a
couple, she could hardly be more than the sixteen
that is the legal age here, grinding her hips to
a boy the same age, and we could see they were
fucking, right on the floor standing up, her head
shaking , and you closed to me and we kissed, and
let each other go, and you danced. I tried to follow
, but could not manage, and saw you dancing with
wildness and joy, first moving formally, in then
letting go, your hips swinging, shaking your hair,
your breasts moving beneath your shirt in ways
that made my throat dry, you were sliding your
hands over your body, and I desired you then and
wanted to hold around you and fuck you wildly
on the floor with everybody watching, fucking you
on rough planking, fucking you a carefree tomcat
fuck in wildness, biting your neck and fuck you
with fire in the night. And you stepped off the
floor, and down into the sand, and we kissed, and
you said: "Now!" and I embraced you and you
had your hands around me, and I was so hard I
could hardly stand upright without the tightness of the
pants hurting, and you caressed my prick, your
hands in between us, and one of my hands were
moving downwards, stroking your buttocks,
fingers probing the crack between, and brushing
your soft hair.I whispered in your ear:" "How long
have you been without panties?" and you smiled a
sweet and wicked smile:"All evening" and I licked
you with a dry and rasping tongue down your
throat"
"So everybody could see you?"
" Everybody"
"The young girls on the bus, the old sailor , the
kids on the floor,...?"
I probed farther, and felt you wet and you moved
your hips, as we walked slowly away from the
lights, around a bend in the beach, to darkness and
secluded places. We were not alone.
You worried with my zipper, and I backed you into
bushes that grew, at the foot a cliff, rounded and
sensual like womans hip from the grinding
glaciers, and close to us, wet leafs stroking us as I
drew up your shirt, and felt your naked buttocks,
we heard, the small gasps of another couple
fucking scarcely three meters away, almost
indistinguishable in the dim light, but we herd her
Yes..yes..yes and his you've such a beautiful cunt,
and I moved my hands inside your shirt and
enfolded your breasts in my hands, pinched your
nipples, and we kissed, and you finally got my
zipper down, and my prick burst free and you
moved down ward in the darkness, your sweet
mouth enclosing the head, you feeling the warmth
and solidity with lips and tongue, tasting clean,
moving your lips down, your mouth filling, a heat
of me as i moaned and moved my hips, and you
drew back and pulled my foreskin back fully, and
licked me in along languorous movement around
the head of my rim , before I took your shoulders
and drew you up, my hand still worrying your
breasts, your blouse hanging open, your shirt
pushed up and tucked together around your waist,
and I smelt your cunt in front of my face, smelling
like desire, and kissed it, and you leaned back
against the stone, still warm from the day, and heard
the girl three meters again loosing control, and
hoarsely shouting fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me now,
and he had moved past words and were making
sounds like a rutting elk, and as I licked your cunt
and twirled my tongue over your clit like over an
ice cream-cone you whimpered, and I tasted your
desire, and you spread your legs and straddled my
face and my tongue came deeper into you, and your
hips moved involuntarily now, and I came up with
a damp and happy face, and we kissed, and on
my tongue you tasted your cunt, and on your lips I
tasted my cock, and you held my prick in your
hands, and moved your legs apart, and I moved
into you and you sighed, and then gave a little
shriek as I entered you fully, and you clenched one
leg around me as I fucked you against the hard
stone, the dew wet leaves stroking our bodies as we
fucked, each thrust lifting you up the wall, your
back rubbing against it, you now clutching the other
leg around me, holding me as pole you would
climb, my hand under your buttocks, holding you
up, your breasts pulped between us, the nipples
scratched from the thick rug of hair on my chest.
Then my arms moved down, and held your
ankles, moved under, and I folded your legs up
over my elbows, fucking you faster now, we were
making I- don't-know what kind of sound, and
heard the other couple, now finished giggling and
the heard movement, and a hand, we couldn't see
whether it was the girl or the boy moved sooner, and
a small came between us and cupped your breast,
your nipples between the fingers and pinched it, ,
then left wet with our sweat, and curled gently
around my balls before it withdrew and we heard a
cheery, "have fun" as they slipped away, and I
slipped down ard backward till I was lying on the
ground and you ere riding me fucking me, your
face slack with lust, your hair wild, as you felt you
impaling yourself on my cock , me clutching your
hips, your clothes coming off and you naked
except for shoes and stocking and me as well, and
you screamed, and your hips were pumping, and
your hot wet sloppy oozing cunt was so creamy,
and then you felt the fire of the night the sun turns
turn within you, and from your groins you felt heat
spreading as running water filling you up until you
felt that only your thin skin protected the world
from the fire that burnt within you, the fire that
leaked from your eyes as tears of joy and from
your cunt as the womanly wines of pleasure. And
you screamed and left and was flying, and felt the
heat, the heat of the furnace, the heat that turns an
icicle to a floating invisible banner of cloud, the
heat that melts and transforms, and a moment you
had no name , no person and was nobody but the
goodness of the moment. And the, a momentary
eternity later, it was over, and you were hot and
eager and fucking me, and I held your hips as you
spasmed, and , you leaned over me and we kissed
again and you tasted of all the joys of night, and
you purred and said" Now let me do you" and
licked down my body, bit my nipples, finding my
cock and sucking it with your cuntjuice on and I
groaned as hills moving, and came in seven long,
hot bursts, the first in your mouth, filling it with
salt and heat, and then I spurted over your throat
and breasts, wet streamers invisible in the night, and
I lent down , put my hands in your sweaty,
tangled hair and lifted up your face and kissed you
on the lips, and thne deeply and insistently, as i
stroked you and you shivered like a horse after an
important race and I had to break off to catch my
breath, and we held each other and giggled at the
sheer joy of it, and I nipped playfully and gently at
your nose
"Lets do this again" one of us said; I do not
remember who. This was the third dance you
danced by the fire, and the fire danced within you.
And afterwards you were the same person
transformed into yourself again, but walking off
into the day with one happiness more, and a fire
still smouldering in your body.
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