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Subject: NEW STORY by Jahn: Steel and Iron


This story copyrighted by the author. Electronic distribution and
storage fine, but any other use, contact author at:
sfj3212@tam2000.tamu.edu. Comments always welcomed. 2/9/1996.
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                          Steel and Iron
                        by Sarah Fox Jahn


My vision broke open, and the story started. No introduction, no
subtleties.

"Fuck me... Yes... Yes...", I groaned, twisting under his pummeling.

"Oh... like... this? Or... like this?", he smiled at me. First, a hard,
cruel thrust, which pushed me back towards the headboard, my body
shuffling the moist sheets. Then, a slow, so slow, pulling out, almost
all the way, then a gradual sliding in, culminating in him pressing the
hardness of his bones against mine. Both were equally effective, leaving
me inarticulate. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was totally
mindless with pleasure.

His soft brown hair was wet. It clung in tendrils to his forehead
which bobbed back and forth in front of me. In the darkness of my
apartment, broken only by the dim streetlight glow filtering through the
cheap drapes, I could see his face. He was in control. All I was was a
fucktoy, and I loved it.

I pressed up against him, grinding my hips against his, feeling his chest
slide against my breasts. We were both covered in sweat. I could smell
him. The rich tang of his sweat, then the ephemeral drift of come.

"Huh... You like it any way, don't you... As long as you get that...
cock." Another painful thrust. The short pain was replaced with a soft
warm ache, which spread through me. I reached up for him, pulling his
head down to mine.

I kissed him, dragging my fingers through his hair, trailing them in the
wet curls on the back of his neck. The spit in his mouth covered
my lips, and I felt the softness of his mouth sliding on mine. I opened
my mouth under his, drinking in his wetness. It tasted sweet, with an
undercurrent of semen. I had given some of his come back to him earlier.

"Yes... Give it to me... Harder, bas... tard". I reached back, grabbing
ahold of the iron columns of the headboard to protect myself from what
was to come.

The pillow under my head slid away under the force of his body. I spread
my legs further open, then lifted them up to let him go deeper. As I
clenched the metal, he hammered into me so fast I thought I'd melt. The
bed protested under us, its feet sliding back and forth on the hardwood
floor.

As he came in, he arched himself up, sliding against me. My clit was on
fire. God, he was good. Almost... there...

It was strange, but the force of his body slamming into mine seemed to
lessen, and I concentrated on the fleeting strokes of him against my
clit... sliding... sliding... yes... there... there... God!

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to push my throat up, then,
letting his body weight fall on me, trailed his teeth and tongue down my
throat.

Feeling his lips there, combined with the delicate sharpness of his teeth,
set it off.

White-knuckled, I straightened out, absorbing the power of his body as my
mind blanked. I grimaced, pushing against him, then as the crest hit me,
I cried out, then gasped, taking in my breath in sharp, repeated inhales.

He rode me throughout, holding himself up now on his hard muscled arms.

I let my head roll back, looking up at him, feeling the syrupy exhaustion
taking me down. He looked down at me. Steel grey eyes. An aquiline nose
that looked sharp enough to cut.

"Don't look away from me." he commanded. "I want to be looking into your
eyes when I come."

I held his gaze, not smiling. Instead, I ran my hands up his arms. I
could feel him tense as he came forward, a slack second, then tense as he
pulled back. Over his back, over the moist hardness of his shoulders.
Down... the valley where his spine was hidden.

Feathering my fingers down to his ass, where I held him, pulling him in
deep as he thrust.

He started to tremble, shivering under my hands. I watched his eyes. They
locked onto mine. He was there... then they closed a little and his lips
parted.

I tensed myself around him, first the deeper muscles, then moving along
his cock, to the tip, then back... then an equal hard pressure. Tensed
like this, I felt every nuance of him. Feeling the head push through the
rippled muscles, ending in the blunt soft cushion of my cervix.

"Sarah..." he whispered. "Oh... that's...". Then he came. His face took
on the expression if a saint in the throes of ectasy. He bent over me,
locking himself into me as he emptied himself. I held him tightly against
me as I felt him spasm, then felt the silken caress of his efforts
on the inside of my thighs.

He lay there in my arms until he was soft, then gently pulled away. I
touched his face with my fingertips as he moved off of me. He smiled,
then pushed himself down on the bed until his face was between my thighs.

I sat up a little. I loved to watch him work.

He slide his arms under my knees and opened me further. His palms softly
stroked the tender skin of my thighs as he bent forward.

At the first soothing pass of his tongue, I groaned. After the harsh
goodness of that hard fucking, he wet me with his mouth and turned the
ache into a distant memory.

With his mouth gliding over my clit, his first two fingers stroking
inside me... those delightful, slutty wet sounds in my ears mixed with my
own moaning and whisperings, I came again... this time with his mouth
locked over me, drinking it all in. That entire acceptance, his
enthusiasm, opened it all for me. I felt no shame in front of him and
would do anything he wanted.

Oh, the stories I could tell... Master.

_____
Sarah Fox Jahn -- Texas A&M University -- Archaeology
email: sfj3212@tam2000.tamu.edu
"All those moments will be lost in time... like tears
in rain." -- Roy Batty