Message-ID: <1772eli$9706291354@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1772.txt> From: an338903@cris.com (Jackie) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Poem: "Mountain Highs II" <masturbation, graphic, long> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Hi all, I had written this poem back in July '95 and posted it, thinking it was pretty good. <giggle> Well, I recently went back to look at it and it could have been a *lot* better, so I completely rewrote it, hense the "II." It probably still can be better, but that's all the energy I have for it right now. Warning: it concerns masturbation and is *very* graphic. If that bothers you, or you are *under-age*, PLEASE don't go any farther. For you grrrls who want to read it *properly*: Unhook your bulging OLGA, goddess, or Frederick's quadruple-push-up; kick off your ungodly tight pumps or Lizard leather boots; lie back in a soft comfy chair or on shiny silken sheets; and wallow in its utter bawdiness [or "udder bawdiness" if you slipped that "goddess" completely off ~~ you naughty person you 6;-) ]. E-huggs, Jackie an338903@cris.com ============================================================================== "Mountain Highs II" by Jackie ~~ an338903@cris.com (7/27/95, 3/05/97) As that orange sun blazed so very bright, the blue sky so crystal clear, my yearning youthful body decreed, twas the hiking time of year. This bronze buxom babe dressed oh so quick, not throwing on a lot, only white crop-top and obscene short-shorts, cause I knew today'd be "hot." Crop barely veiled my bloated bronze orbs, they jiggled and bounced unencased, shorts were cut so doggone high, their fringed cuffs almost reached my waist. These weren't proper clothes to wear to any mall, even on a very slow day, the old oogling guys would have swift heart attacks, gasping to be wheeled away. Delicious flesh, only partly hidden, circulated rivers of tingles left and right, forcing: fat pointy nipples to stand out so proud, smoldering pussy to fully ignite. My speeding 'cycle passed all comers, swiftly racing to that nearby park, so I could hike to my special spot, savoring sweet fulfillment 'fore dark. That vibrating engine, multiplied by 10, those powerful rippling waves of lust, electrifying and jolting every single cell ~~ red painted toes to bronze buoyant bust. The long hot trail made me tired, but bawdy thoughts of "later" kept me going, luckily, no hikers passed close by, as my body's powerful needs were showing. Bloated nipples stayed painfully erect, giving my top twin mountain peaks, its constant scraping 'cross sore puckered nubs, even caused some milky leaks. Down below was not immune, my plump aching mound puffed far out, that naughty crotch slipped so deep inside, my huge clit began to sprout. That wet crotch roughly taunted my swelling staff, with every step I took, soon, my short-shorts bulged erotically, with an erect guy's basket look. After two long hours, "my" clearing appeared ~~ a shining field of gold hay, a wide flat rock lay invitingly so, beguiling this overheated womyn to play. Hard craggy stone felt so very warm, while the sun's rays felt oh so hot, trembling hands jerked that crop-top off, baring those ripe melons that I've got. Unfettered, freckled globes jiggled lewdly, red nips pointing straight ahead, it's no wonder that every womyn, straight or gay, enticed me into her bed. My short's zipper broke the quiet, as it slowly click-clacked down in front, fiery red curls burst out that opening "V", screaming out my puss' want. Blue denim short-shorts made a rippling puddle, as my sultry hips wiggled a bit, leaving my glistening privates oh so bare ~~ those three Cs: curls, cleft, and clit. Now my twitching body lay fully exposed, spread eagled on that remote rock, my bloated pink clitty just wobbling around, resembling a guy's steel-hard cock. Its blood-engorged pink head was sooo moist, sparkling brightly in that day's hot sun, impatiently waiting for a lingering lick, or a suckle, or even fiercer more-exquisite fun. No white lines distract on my bronze pubescent flesh, cause I sunbathe in the nude, some hickeys might show ~~ Oooh yessss, from being savagely nibbled on and chewed. My jade-green eyes closed awfully tight, envisioning both wrists roughly tied up top, leaving my jerking body defenseless, to whims of an imaginary and lusty butch cop. This fevered writhing body strongly shuttered, dreaming of a cruel unyielding touch, to force and compel it to beg, then respond, finally quake ~~ craving that oh so much. Obscene bawdy thoughts swelled my huge hooters, like two gigantic bronze balloons, engorging so enormous and super-taut, they rivaled any in those "big bust" cartoons. Blazing sun beat unmercifully down, tormenting each quivering inch of my flesh, causing so many thousands of hot stinging welts, every centimeter resembled a mesh. Each fierce scalding ray striking down, more intensified my bubbling boiling desire, forcing boobies to heave, gaping pussy to drool, hidden longings ascending much higher. My tortured bod could stand it no more, finally dropping both hands right to my chest, roughly squeezing that engorged fullness down there, on some type of devilish quest. A loud squeal escaped moist lips, as ten tentacles compressed both udders so tight, causing my hot sweaty back to arch from that rock, almost ready to take off in flight. Rivulets of hot milk shot out and up, producing a dense white fog in that clear air, droplets glistened so magically, a million sparkling diamonds would not compare. Gleaming drops hovered on arcs ~~ each in its place, resembling strings of white pearls, then suddenly dropped, forming puddles of white, a few hanging from my reddish curls. Now fingers roughly tweaked both fat erect nubs, then increased their feverish pace, but that didn't satisfy my body's desires, only put a Cheshire-cat grin on my face. My poor trembling bod grew so inflamed, I finally just let caution fly, forcing one shivering hand to slip ever lower, becoming less and less shy. It swiftly slid 'cross my taut belly, around my pouting navel, then sneaking lower, skulking thru my lush curly-red forest, at last attaining my wildly blooming flower. Those few bees buzzing nearby, gave my oozing and twitching honey-pot no stares, as one naughty finger constantly twirled, then swiftly disappeared 'mong reddish hairs. Foraging chipmunks and squirrels left me alone, cause not a nut could they see, again I tightly closed jade-green eyes, allowing steaming passions to bubble free. My pink pouting lips felt so very puffy, super-slick to my unrelenting touch, every cell in my whole body craved release, and they craved it oh so much. Smooth glistening thighs parted ever so quickly, before I could loudly moan, as long slender fingers plunged very deeply, into my yearning blazing home. Other fingers on that naughty hand, reacted with a devilish will of their own, attacking and taunting my thick pink stalk, like a famished dog given a T-bone. Two bawdy fingers formed a tight "V," stroking up and down each tall slick side, driving that sensitive stalk to escape, but finding no safe haven in which to hide. Both silky smooth legs suddenly arched, making a right-angle at each knee, further exposing my red-hot furnace, starting to gush from that widening vee. Ten fingers now ruthlessly assaulted ~~ teasingly slow, then a rapid-fire stride, I soared o'er the edge as one pushed thru my rose-bud, wriggling deeply inside. My breath became loud guttural gasps, my flat tum knotted so awfully tight, soon my body had lost all control, rocketing higher on that ultimate flight. I could hear my heated pussy squishing, as those frantic fingers twisted around, those lewd noises alone pulled me higher, as if my apex would never be found. Finally, firm hips began bucking, angled knees flapping, against that rough rock, then my poor throbbing clit commenced thrashing, like a guy's exploding cock. Warm mommy's milk erupted, some dribbling down those twin bronze mounds, making both great wobbling spheres, appear with tasty whip-cream-like crowns. Down lower a flood-gate released, warm womynly nectar instantly spewed out, creating a huge gooey puddle on that rock, like honey from a never-ending spout. My red curly forest now shimmered, an increasingly wet glistening glow, both trembling thighs fully coated, with sticky juices from that spurting below. After long minutes, it finally subsided, leaving my body feeling greater than great, as I totally collapsed on "my" now-sopping rock, in an exhausted, wiped-out state. In too short a while that sun began setting, making it time to fondly bid adieu, to "my" still-damp rock in the clearing, that this body so intimately knew. I dressed slowly and so reluctantly, being careful of one sore bleeding cut, "my" rock wasn't yet smooth enough, for a wildly-bouncing writhing butt. Finally pulling myself together, I lingeringly hiked back towards the town, I knew in my heart of hearts I'd be back, for many a hot sensuous "rubdown." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /