Message-ID: <4873eli$9710151332@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4873.txt> From: losgud <lushgod@hotnomail.com> Subject: New Story--Chapter 18 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Nntp-Posting-User: [unauthenticated] 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> X-Original-Message-ID: <3444E675.6EF4@hotnomail.com> ========================= The following is total fiction. Any resemblance etc. is a product of your imagination. This work is meant as ADULT entertainment. If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn yourself in to the thought police. Even thinking about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever. Go watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the high four figures. Death and destruction are good clean fun. ©1997 losgud. Personal use just fine. Archiving okay. Absolutely NO for-profit use permitted. Reposting without notice is frowned upon. Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal. Copyright violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders. We cut your fucking hands off! ========================= M/F rom lit NOTE: This small piece is not a standard sex story, so reviewers feel free to ignore and all you swell hump&pump fiends can pass on by. It's the 18th chapter of a short bookish thing I recently and finally finished after about four years. No more of it will pop up here; as a whole the work is irrelevant to this NG. Consider it a little gift. Lastly I extend a BIG thanks to all the kind words that've come my way regarding my previous postings. I thought I'd spilled all my seed, but the encouragement has got me working up another big one. Woo! Enjoy! [18] He woke up feeling bruised and pulpy, but in that glad way fruit must feel, happy to have dropped and gone on to decay. Feeling the swell of seeds growing to better things. The smell of rot oh so very sweet, the ecstasy of slow fermentation. The sun came in high and hot. The window was blocked by something but it was all frills, false and lacy, sheer and not pulled tight. Bars of bright yellow burned across his legs; a rather vicious block of it hit his head. He turned and rolled and dove under the lead shield of a pillow. Under that all was dark and cool and fragrant. He had no idea at all where he was. He didn't even particularly care. Through the drapery of cascading linens--the limp end of the pillowcase and the bunched up bedding like formative mountains--he saw the form beside him. The whole beauty of a distant ridge. Briefly he contemplated how the covers could have wound up looking like that before he fell back asleep. He was for awhile riding along that ridge. He was up on a horse. He could not begin to even imagine the events which had transpired that'd put him up on the back of a horse. He hated horses. He remembered horses were to be feared. Horses were in the category of animals larger than himself. Anything larger than himself could just as well eat him. It was the natural order of things. He wasn't quite sure where this theory had come from. He thought briefly of cows and hamburgers, but that was very confusing. The thing about horses was that they could swing their heads around and _bite_ you. He saw that big horse head swinging back around his way. Surprisingly, he shuddered, his pants were open. His penis was flopping around like something stiff and unnatural. The horse brayed its mouth wide and sucked it in. He braced for the fatal nip, but instead everything was very soft and warm and decidedly toothless. The horse's mane twined long and dark and its forehooves sprouted hands. The horse was dancing on two legs. He woke to see a body drag up along his, rear up, and then plunge back down. His hands found her hips, his hands acting as guardians and guides and custodians. Moving down and back. His hands fingered flesh crawling to be touched. A voice whispered _squeeze me_. Sweet breasts swayed above him, then crushed down against his chest. The full of him was within something much nicer than a horse's mouth. He thought he would scream, but she beat him to it. Their two bodies, conjoined, hesitated, lifted, levitated, and exploded. The particles eventually settled back down according to the laws of gravity. Despite the insistence of his arms, Ilona rose up and rolled off of him. But in doing so she rolled over and pulled him against her. "Good morning," a lone finger traced the syllables around his face. "Hope you like your new home." ========================= Like? Yes? No? Comments welcome. losgud@hotmail.com ========================= I am archived at DejaNews under the author name: lushgod@hotnomail.com -- +--------------' 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> /