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Subject: Welcome to Sweden
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Welcome to Sweden
By Newton Bogart and Lee
Barrett
LEE: In Stockholm for a week-long midwinter conference on -- uh --
refrigeration we snatch a steamy night at a little resort in the
countryside near the capital. The next morning we wake and do our
ablutions early to immerse ourselves in that addictive local custom a
pre-breakfast sauna. Dressed only in the fluffy yellow towels supplied
by the management we welcome the warm moist air of the pine-paneled
sauna room.
NEWTON: At this time of day we must be the only ones up and about at the
resort, so we know we have the sauna wing to ourselves. The unusual
surroundings are a negligible part of the reason my penis twitches when
I see your silky legs and, peeking out below your towel, your broad,
lean, muscular buns.
LEE: As you sit down on the pine bench I notice the condition of your
tumid cock. I slowly part your towel and engulf your plump and precomely
plum-colored glans in my mouth. I give you a few shallow strokes, and
then my lips make several long and leisurely expeditions to the bottom
of your shaft (your glans worms its way into my throat, and your
tropical tendrils tickle my nostrils) and back to your weeping slit.
NEWTON: I feel your passion as your eloquent eyes gaze into mine and
speak beautiful, satisfying thoughts. I nurse my cock further into your
knowingly relaxed throat. I moan. You release your hold, throw a leg
over my lap and mount me backwards. I reach around to fondle and weigh
your breasts and to tweak their thimbles and to caress your downy belly
and to comb your carpeted mound. As you methodically bounce up and down,
your towel flapping, you lean back for a long wet kiss on my mouth. I
circle your dripping clitoris with my fingers, and I realize -- ungh,
ungh -- that my cock is approaching its explosion.
LEE: I increase the tempo of my bounces. We break our kiss.
NEWTON: The door creaks. It opens a few inches. We freeze. My cock gets
stagefright and forgets its fucking lines. At least one person in this
resort other than us is obviously _not_ in bed or anywhere near it.
Still sitting on my lap you pull the towel around yourself in a
desperate effort to cover our sweating united states.
LEE: In walks a tall girl of about seventeen years and partly swathed in
the establishment's sauna attire. Has she seen us? I note that she's an
eerie reminder of her compatriot Agnetha Fältskog, but we haven't heard
her sing yet so perhaps she'll eventually settle for becoming
Stockholm's answer to Düsseldorf's daughter Claudia Schiffer.
NEWTON: My eyes do a double take at this gorgeous doppelgänger of yours
as she nonchalantly nods hello. Do I detect a knowing smile? She unwinds
her yellow towel and drapes it over a rail. Turning her athletic back on
us she closes the door, faces us again and walks slowly over to us, her
heavy breasts barely swaying. Wordlessly she kneels in front of you, and
in one smooth operation flicks her long Nordic hair to one side, pulls
your towel aside and parts your sweat-streaming legs. My querulous cock
remembers its lines but gives them a quick edit in view of the revised
plot.
LEE: Despite our astonishment neither of us complains. As your reassured
cock resumes its rightful size and shape inside my cunt the gatecrasher
slides her face into my lap, parts my straggly and almost transparent
pubes with her hands and comprehensively sucks my swollen labia and
clitoris and the sweating saltwater lake of my vulva.
NEWTON: While her mouth punishes your pussy she uses a hand to cuddle my
tightening scrotum and to seek the heat between my legs. You hold her
head to your groin and, miraculously still impaled on me, resume your
bouncing. We gasp in unison. It doesn't take long for me to announce
that I'm about to come, but with a throaty groan you're first to reach a
spasming release. Our new acquaintance spends a moment sucking one of my
balls in its perspiring sack, then deftly unplugs my Lee-lubricated
prick from your vagina and buries it in her mouth just in time to catch
my agonizing ejaculation. Her fingers find the root of my cock and
expertly milk the dregs through my gaping slit and into her mouth.
LEE: Writhing in our shared ecstasy you let out a muffled scream, and we
fall back in blissful exhaustion. With your lake of semen brimming
behind her pursed and slightly parted lips our gift-angel straddles my
torso with her thighs and from a height of about six inches carefully
syringes your vanilla stream out of her mouth and into mine. I close my
lips around your semen and hold it there. When she squats over my face
and kisses my mouth with her musky, dusky, complicated anus I open my
lips a bit and transfer some of your spunk from my lips to her
sandalwood-scented valley.
NEWTON: She glides over to me and presses her spermy tiniest hole
against my mouth. I relish the taste of my cream, and the privileged
feel and view and whiff of her morning-glorious crack, cleanly rich with
a night's-worth of her sweat, and flanked by a luxuriant tract of pale
forest spreading proudly up the inner slopes of her buttocks and to her
coccyx and a couple of inches down the insides of her thighs and around
to her cunt and her pubic mound. My eyes drink the sight of the delta of
sparser and shorter blond hair that extends to her navel and that peters
out to a thin line of fluff that reaches the top of her tummy.
LEE: She unlatches her bottom from your mouth, gestures for us to kneel
up, and gently brings our three heads together. For the next two or
three murmuring minutes we share your supreme spend in slow and sloppy
kisses all over our faces, and she raises her arms and beckons us to
anoint her wispy pits and her puffed-up nipples with your evanescent
juice.
NEWTON: Our self-invited guest stands, rests her hands on your
shoulders, looks you in the eyes and releases a hot gush of Swedish
urine against your serenely upturned face and through your parted lips.
Then she rotates her hips and sprays each of your trembling tits in turn
-- back and forth, back and forth. Turning to me she gives me the same
Mexican-wave wash till her bladder can deliver no more. She waits a few
seconds and then strains to summon another few teaspoonfuls, which she
squirts fitfully into our pubes. All this while her volatile aquavit has
gradually been mixing with our sweat and my sperm to fill the room with
the resultant tangy aroma. We spread the teenage goddess's scintillating
purge over our torsos and down between our legs, and you rub your
drenched cunt to its second frenzied detonation of this serendipitous
encounter.
LEE: The flaxen-haired youth kisses us each briefly but firmly on our
piss-glistening lips, stands on the bench in the vaporous atmosphere of
the sauna room, spreads her legs and her billowing labia and masturbates
to her own open-mouthed uh-uh-uh climax above or in front of our eyes
while we stroke and kiss her belly and her legs and her buttocks and her
breasts and her arms and her relaxed anus. Then she solemnly brushes our
lips with her cuntjuiced fingers, ties the towel around her flushed
bosom and pads noiselessly on the moist soles of her feet to the door.
With a hand on the doorknob she turns around and uses her tongue to wipe
a snailtrail of our blended fluids from her lips. "Welcome to Sweden,"
she says with a smile. "Don't be late for breakfast!" She wafts through
the door and closes it.
NEWTON: We gaze at the door in reverent silence for a few seconds,
adjusting our minds to the knowledge of the intoxicating gift that
descended on us so unheralded and so briefly. Then we embrace and kiss
each other, and we grin and giggle.
LEE: I nod towards a corner of the room. There, awaiting our labors, are
a faucet, a hose-reel, a mop in a squeeze-bucket, and, flush with the
floor, a grille covering a drain. "High time we swabbed the decks, my
hearty," I say.
----THE END, FOR
NOW----
Newton Bogart, <rascal46@hotmail.com>
Lee Barrett, <lee_barrett@hotmail.com>
---oooOOOooo---
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