Message-ID: <12372eli$9806201512@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12372.txt> From: "Mush" <anonys@yahoo.com> Subject: Pick-Nic. (MF,Group, Inc) 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> X-Original-Message-ID: <6mg76s$3er$9@usenet47.supernews.com> Miss Elizabeth. By Mush. Discalmer. Not suitable for minors. Miss Elizabeth, my cousin, ran a bording house. To overcome my sluggishness in my school, I was assigned by my father to stay in her house and prepare for my impending examination. She was a young charming lady and nearly ten years older than I. She was very elegant, smart and tall, though not so fair. She had a fine face, long black hair, a straight upright nose and a broad forehead. Her large oval eyes were like a pair of black pearls imbedded in a golden visage. The sensuality of her silky voice captured an immediate attention of all near her. Plain dress was her only adornment. Her posture was very graceful and she carried herself like a lady in silk. Her breasts were very attractive, standing straight as an arrow and beautifully shaped, very broad at the base but tapered as it approached the nipples. The narrow torso magnified their contours. Her buttocks were heavy but well shaped and her long slim legs were the last words in the book of the creation. Her silky voice was like the song of a cuckoo which heralded the arrival of the spring and gave hearts to the intending lovers. The principal attraction was her hands which were shaped like that of the Psyche, which some say is a sign of ill luck. She had the loveliest tapering fingers with slightly elongated manicured nails. Never before or ever after, I saw hands so attractive or comely shaped. They were soft as muslin and warm as the life itself. I felt a surging desire to cress and kiss those hands reverently. She greeted me warmly and showed in the house. It had three bedrooms, a study, a lounge, a drawing room and a dining hall which also served as the classroom. The bedrooms were in a row and queerly communicated with each other through connecting doors providing a convenient and secret access between them. My room was plainly decorated with drapers and furniture, though old, but well maintained. The bed was inexpensive but comfortable. There was a small seating arrangement in the corner which was decorated with a vase of fresh flowers. There were other students who came in the evening, assembled around the dining table and studied in a group. I had to stay late in the evening as I had to amend my shortcomings. Miss Elizabeth was very kind to all of us but she had a special affinity for me. She was generous in praises and as a special favour, she nearly always rewarded my good work with warm kisses and tight hugs. I could not comprehend the significance of these romantic overtures, though it was very pleasing. Her soft embraces, her sweet breath and the heat of her body caused my senses to be alert and my penis erect which she seemed to enjoy and responded more aggressively. We were over stepping our relation as a teacher and a student and a strange attraction prevailed between us. Her every move was richer than the previous, therefore, I put forward all my endeavours to work hard and harvest the reward. THE PICNIC. =========== On a festive holiday, she arranged a day long picnic for us to a spot that had a natural waterfall which promised much bathing, swimming and games. The arrangements were very elaborate, every necessary detail was considered, plotted and worked out attentively. Great amounts of edibles, drinks and games were taken for our enjoyment. Small tents and rugs were also loaded in the carriage. We in full gaiety started early in the morning as the journey was lengthy and tiresome. There were about six or seven girls and most of them had reached puberty. I, the only male in the company, promised them ample entertainment and the girls were eager to attract my attention in a way or the other. They made sexy overtures, teased each sensuously to invoke my lascivious induction. My previus girl friends were completely dropped out of my mind. Elizabeth was looking dazzling and much younger. She was dressed in pants, a tight blouse and had a red scarf around her head to arrest the straying of her hair. She was wearing French style goggles and had a light makeup. A golden heart shaped pendant dangled around her neck and caressed her skin. In her ears, she had a pair of matching earrings. In that tight dress, the contours of her breasts were conspicuous. The two bulging mountains, their slippery slopes, the deep valley and all their niches, corners, depressions and heights were fathomable. The prized captives each restricted to its cell had revolted on that solitary confinement. To reprieve their censure the mistress had undone the top buttons of her blouse, permitting them the freedom of fresh air and opportunities to my feasting eyes and my carnal disposition. There was a commotion in my bosom, the desire to sip the Ambrosia of Elizabeth's lips, to drown in black deeps of her eyes and to scale those lofty heights and, if The Great Isis, the grand goddesses, favoured, to reach for the Grand Finalé. The thought prompted an immediate erection and Elizabeth noticing my excitement blushed red, and with a stealthy smile turned around, thereby hiding the Fruits of Paradise. We reached the waterfall after a long drive and our joys touched the sky to find the wealth of natural beauty. The fall was natural and dropped from a height into a knee-deep pond. At one end, it communicated with a small canal that carried the water to the gardens which bore different fruits. Elizabeth did not join us immediately as she had met some of her acquaintance on the picnic spot. Their carriage had broken down and we were requested to accommodate some of them to the city. She, with the help of these people, was setting up the tents and preparing our lunch. The girls proposed to swim. They put on hot pants, brassier less shirts and were ready for any eventuality. I quickly donned my swim costume to join the fun and frolics and as soon we entered the water, a different mood prevailed on us. We ignored our sexes and indulged in all sorts of tinkering. The girls were quite jovial and took all the possible liberties with me. They pushed me, kicked me and hugged me, thereby, providing me a great opportunity of teasing them. I dragged them, pinched their bottoms and flicked their breasts. They replied in the same language and flocking together caught hold of me and submerged me in the water. I, with the excuse of saving myself hugged them, flirted with their young breasts, plucked their nipples and poked their bottoms with my erect prick. They were all seemed to be amused and perhaps even aroused. One of them approached me and whispered, 'dear do not press the breasts so hard, it hurts. We all want to have fun and are not stopping you, but please exploit not the fragility of a woman.' Now the rules of the game understood, it was free for all. They stopped at nothing, some rode on my back, someone hugged me from behind and the other came in front and pushed me in the water. Noticing that advancement, I caught her and kissed deeply. The other girls giggled and flocked in a threatening manner and attacked me in a group. I, in my defence, took all the urgent measures required at such a sensitive occasion. Measures such as embracing them and poking my fingers in their unwary cunts. One of them retaliated and twisted my penis mercilessly. Her action produced diverse reactions simultaneously. I pulled her in my arms, embraced her tightly, planted a French kiss in her mouth and with a jerk tore off the front portion of her shirt thus exposed her virgin breasts completely. I catching them in my hands squeezed powerfully. She turned scarlet with anger and surprise and silently slunk on one side of the pond. The girls uttered a cry of surprise at my daring and wanted their revenge. Their leader said, 'girls, take your revenge and teach this bastard a lesson. We will remove his short pants and give him the same treatment as he had given us.' Naturally, I was embarrassed but their mere combined strength vanquished all my slim efforts. I was standing completely naked in the wide before the lewd girls with their greedy eyes fixed on my iron stiff prick. Some of them uttered sigh, some were embarrassed and some giggled loudly. I did not make any effort to hide my nakedness instead held my penis in my palms and moved it up and down, which conveyed the invitation of fucking. That excited them immensely as the sight was heavenly and may be a few of them had never seen a stiff prick. It was within their command and any brave girl could invite that instrument of torture in her boiling cunt. They did not want loose that unique opportunity and were completely striped of any scruple. Their face fiery with excitement, theirs eyes dead drunk, their senses on fire and their limbs trembling. They moved like sex hungry sprites who had not known men in a long time and anticipated a majestic fuck at their first. They came in company and dragged me to edge of the pond where the water was very shallow. They pinned me down and pounced on my naked body like devilish creatures. In garb of revenge, they were satisfying the lust of their insatiable cunts. The leader suggested,' dear girls he was intimidating us with his standing prick, let's therefore arouse him further, torture him and make him come.' They all sat on my chest, arms, legs and manipulated my penis ruthlessly in the fashion of fucking. I wriggled my body here and there and tried to succour myself. She said, 'look, sex maniac, if you don't lie still, we shall all sit on your chest at the same time and pluck your penis from its root.' They posted a girl to the wonder of the fall as a guard to inform us of any trespass. Then they removed their trunks and shirts were standing fully nude before my bewildered eyes. I had never seen bitches as these and was in a sense alarmed as I knew that they had the temerity of cloaking their threats. I did not want to be caught red-handed by Elizabeth as I would have certainly lost her graces if she came to know of my flirting with the girls and taking my reward when her back was turned. Hence, I lay down quietly to suffer without a word the gravity of their reprisal. The girl moved her hands up and down in an electrical speed and the others were enjoying me per their idiosyncrasies. The one whose shirt I had torn aimed straight at my arms and fixed her teeth on my shoulder. Each wanted to handle me privately which they did with greatest impunity and, in short, they did every feat the occasion possibly warranted. I was extremely excited by the sight of these completely naked devils trouncing me with there bewitching acts. They handled the prick mercilessly, squeezed the balls and sucked the head of the penis with her delicate mouth. The other sat on my chest, opened her vagina against my face and rubbed her clitoris on my lips. The third one partially fixed the glans my penis in her vagina and move back and forth without an actual insertion. I was consumed, exhausted and abandoned. I said, 'dear let it go inside and bring the matter to an amiable conclusion.' She said, 'SOB, we are not doing this for your entertainment, you tinkered and aroused us and now want to have your cools and leave our cunts burning, you shall reap what you sow.' The leader continued her molestation and shouted, 'you snake in the grass, let us do what we want otherwise you will learn our wrath.' The horrendous sight and their quick action on my penis made me come with long streaks of semen. They looked very serious and were mad with excitement. They tugged at my near flaccid penis and rubbed their cunts with great frenzy. Among sigh and shrieks, they climaxed one after another. After the excitement abated, the leader kissed me and said, 'darling, apologise and promise to see us individually at an easier hour then we shall play sex to your heart's content.' I pledged my deepest sincerity to fill their lives with the flowers of happiness. They let me go and we dressed up quickly as we heard the hooter of your van signifying the announcement of the service of lunch. Two of the most anxious girls came to me and said, 'you are our darling, and we approve of your majestic cock. Had you been a nincompoop and short of performance, we would have beaten you blue and black. That is the term we award to the pompous fools. Then they all gather and asked forgiveness, 'darling, let's bury the past and be friends once again and fight no more. We shall plan to let you enjoy our cunts and we-your majestic prick. The joy shall be the king and near the heart.' We were assured of our fully lecherous nature and were promised a long and a passionate friendship as they were all young and longed for the male company. Words were not required as we all were a group of crooks and knew very well that we would have to be discreet in the presence of Elizabeth. Later on, we were called for the lunch and reluctantly abandoned the pond and joined the others in our tent. The meal was wonderful and there was not much commotion while we ate. We rested for a while and afterwards played in the field, this time Elizabeth joined us and we were wise enough not to show any intimacy. She wanted to swim and play in the waterfall and asked the girls to accompany. I volunteered but the girls, who had had the pleasure of my company, were discreet and seeing no real profit, declined to join us on the pretext of exhaustion. Elizabeth had put on a hot pant and a brassier less thin shirt, the upper buttons undone, exhibited her lustrous breasts, and she made no efforts to hide them. She jumped down in the pool and was completely wet, her thin shirt clung to her skin and the entire body was naked before me. She was a bit embarrassed but seeing no one around ignored her predicament. The proportionate body, the huge pointed breasts and the thin torso were stirring and inviting. I contemplated the same game as I had played with the other girls. I swum around her, teased her but did not dare to touch any questionable spot. She asked me to teach her swimming which I gladly accepted. I said , 'Miss, please lie straight on the surface of the water and I shall support your torso enabling you to splash your hands and legs. This is the first lesson in swimming.' She lay on the water and I held her tightly to myself. In the heat of action, however, my hands often brushed against her breasts which were very firm and hard, unlike to my expectations. The first time it was a random event but the second and third encores were on purpose. She was aroused and her auras were stretched in a small round circle, the erect nipples jutted out as if endeavouring to tear through the thin fabric and feel the raw touch of my hands. She pretended undisturbed but was earnestly perturbed. Even the hair on her arms and hand stood erect with excitement. Her very soul implored for satisfaction, her eyes intoxicated, her lips quivering, her limps trembling and her body on a virtual fire which, to me experienced eyes, denoted extreme sexual frenzy. She was heaving and wanted to touch me in a similar fashion with which I had obliged her. She was immensely pleased and from now on purpose crept near me to refresh her taste. I employed all sorts of pranks and played with impunity, to arouse her beyond sagacity. I encircled her torso in my grip and cupped her breast with the palm of my hand. The fingers often disturbed her erect nipples which I dared not flirt with or squeeze. She said, 'let's sit under the fall.' She lay in the water like a mermaid with the water falling heavily on her shiny body. The ripples played on her sensuous body like a zealous love fornicating with her beloved. The sky was heavily overcast and a heavy shower ensued making the weather more luring. The cold rain seemed to put her on fire and she lost all sense of discretion. Standing straight under the fall, she took me in her arms and pasted her hot lips on mine in a deep kiss, but rather in a conservative manner without actually going French. The touch of her wet and hot naked body caused a commotion of such magnitude that my penis attracted an extra ordinary erection and rose in an ominous fashion. The wooden staff struck her cunt squarely and the head of my prick partially entrenched in her hot vagina and only a piece of clothing barred my way to the happiness of paradise. That emanated a shrill 'Sees' from us, her face assumed a vivid red incarnation and her eyes shone brightly. She quickly embraced and kissed me deeply but this time it was French kiss which explored the deepest crevices of my mouth and tongue. My prick still buried in her vintage arcade was reinitiated and, she feeling the swelling, compressed her thighs and tortured the puny prisoner. I pushed it further and she grasped my buttocks and rapped it lightly to guide the rhythm of the thrusts. I felt a strong sensation on the sensitive head of my penis and felt like losing my ground and discharge prematurely. I had to summon all my valour to beat the nature. Noticing my predicament, she alternatively relaxed and strengthened the pressure of her thighs. I shivered in my every hair and my breath coming like an inferno pierced through my capillaries. I had almost lost my reasons and in utter madness passed my hands and very powerfully squeezed her breasts. She recoiled, uttered a shrill cry of pain and said, 'darling, you are a ruthless rogue, it was painful pressing them so wildly, you should follow the ethics of love and not lose the sight of wisdom. These manners are reserved for secluded moments only. Patience my darling, is a virtue, there would be occasions and occasions and who knows that at some gracious milieu we might or not find ourselves in each other's arms. Any unwarranted exhibition of lechery in the midst of the eyes would certainly lend your beloved an evil reputation and give life to some unfounded rumours. I turned pale with shame and said, 'To annoy you is past my will. My heart's ill and my breath still. I am not guilty, my passion is, It made me such bold, but a sincere apology deserves forgiveness.' Noticing my embarrassment, she said, 'oh! darling, forgive me, What a fool I am, this is the time to speak from the heart and not from mind. At any time, I am yours.' She repeatedly kissed my lips and this time they were purer and truer. She wiped my lips with her tongue and groped every nook and corner of my mouth. I sucked her breath, I was inhaling the fragrance of fresh roses: Red, pink, yellow and black. Our organs were straining against each and that mutual admiration of our passions sent a cold chill through our spines. She, however, took no practical steps to fulfil her desire. The victory was close in sight but there are many slips between the cup and the lips. Knowing her nature, I did not want to sacrifice the already won game by being indiscreet or trying some act newer. Therefore, I restrained myself from being louder in my efforts and kept my hands asunder of her cunt in order not to expose any previous experiences of a sexual extravaganza. I thought that she was a bit of an introvert. Those who take a long time in speaking their hearts but when they open at the their time, prove to be the hottest women in a man's life. The drizzling had resumed and raindrops like pearls trickled through the maze of her tangled hair. A daring drop rolled over her cheeks and slept on the corner of her mouth and refused to lose the proximity of the coveted spot. I regarded her face, lips and the chin; each a jewel in its place. I looked deep into her wild eyes; they emitted sparks of desire and her every inch begged for a caress. God's entire creation was hiding in its abode, prodded by the romance of the weather, tied perhaps in a love knot. They had blessed us with solitude. We the two lovebirds extinguished in each other's world, oblivious of the surrounding. The rain was insistent and it was nearly dark in the broad daylight and the cold water fired our desires. We stood there with our sexes rooted together, our lips lying in a perpetual kiss, our head swimming, our feet trembling and our hearts thumping. We were lost in our world. We were lost to the World. The vivid imagery of the scene can only be painted through the art of poetry and not that of the prose as its palette is empty of colours wanted to fill in the finer shades. We would have died in each other's embrace had not an exceptionally powerful bolt of lightning and a subsequent clap of thunder brought our senses back. We barely managed to stay alive and I said weakly, 'miss let's rejoin the awaiting, the night is sprawling its wings.' I encircled my arms around her waist and helped her to get out of the water. She looked at me with all the affection that a woman treasures for her lover and said, 'my love you are a real darling, you care so much about me, please kiss me.' For the first time, I kissed her. I took her in my arms, crushed her breast with my eager hands and caught her lips in mine. I kissed passionately until she was out of life. I let her breathe and then kissed her again. I kissed her a hundred times; I kissed her a thousand times; I kissed her a million times, each richer than the former. She passionately said, 'my love give me more, give all you have, give me all you can. Your kiss is so different; so invigorating; so pleasing. Mine so frail; so faint. To make the best, I think you should kiss me rather than otherwise.' We were lost for countless aeon. Elizabeth observing the darkness around and the depth of our unbridled passion said, 'darling, now let's withdraw from this environment else we might end up guilty of indecent exposure, or I with your bastard child.' IN THE VAN *************** We quickly packed up and started the homeward journey and since, due to extra passengers, there not much space in the van, therefore, she seated me in her laps. We were wise enough to bring large raincoats with us. She took a couple of them and wrapped them around us thereby completely hiding me from other's view. Since it was very chill it was construed a measure of love to protect her guest student from cold. As the van proceeded, she put her arms around my body, tightened her hold on my body and crushed me in her arms. She squeezed her legs and sandwiched me between them and coiled herself around my body like an octopus in the act of mating. I felt the heat and softness of her body that send shivers through my spine. That intimate embraced cause my prick to a stupendous erection that she noted with pleasure. The colour of her face turned scarlet, her breath came in gasps, she shivered in each limb and unable to control, she increased her hold. Her hands stole to my penis and feeling its strength and dimensions a gasp of jubilation slipped out of her lips, her passion aroused and her breath quickened. She deftly slipped her proverbial hand in my tracksuit and reached straight for the naked prick. I was happy that the ice was broken by her rather than me which could entail some risk or reversal of fate. She held it like a potent rod, felt its measurement and thickness all along the length especially on the tough root. Sometimes she taped on the nut and introduced her finger in the opening of the penis. She twisted and turned it like a turnip, bending it in the middle as if trying to break it but it would not give in, try as hard as she may though. She hardly imagined that her ward had such a hidden treasure. A large tough penis strong enough to appease the most lecherous cunt and who had the occasion of conquering so many queens and princesses. The bumps of uneven road caused a marked excitement in her and with each successive jump, she increased the tightness of her hold drawing me closer until my buttocks crushed against her cunt. It was all very warm, soft and exceedingly tender. I felt an unknown uneasiness and excitement as her body heat penetrated my vitals and my penis was painfully erect. I was choked of life, I was petrified, I was senseless, and I was lifeless. I felt a pinch on my buttocks and realised that the lips of her cunt were biting on my buttocks. I took to second her movement and at every jerk pushed my buttock backwards against her cunt. Slowly and surely, I felt that she was of her mental status and her erect pressed against my buttocks. I made it a point to stimulate that part of her cunt by moving my buttock to and fro. That continued pressure brought a marked arousal of her passion, the fire of her breath seemed to burn in her soul. By and by, our emotions surge to the highest degree. I moved back and farther, this served two purposes, first I banged my buttocks against her cunt and secondly it help move her hands up and down on my prick in the way of masturbation. She was enjoying both of these actions until unable to bear any more gave a loud hiss and her cunt throbbed in quick succession. A shudder travelled through her every inch and her breath on fire. She held the rod with all her womanly strength, as her most favourite toy and feverishly gamed with the nut and rotated her fingers around it, nipped the hole and gathering the juice rubbed her thumb over it. Then she paid her attention to my balls and softly pressed them without hurting their fragility. The soft touch of her hot body, the throbbing of her hot cunt against my buttocks, the manipulation of my prick and her hot breath hissing through my ears caused the hair on body to stand. My heart beat like an engine and I floated like a helpless straw in a fast rivulet and carried near to the orgasm. I applied all my restrains as I could not bear the embarrassment of discharging in the hands of a newly found beloved instead of her cunt. Luckily, she reached her destination and sighs escaped her lips. She crushed my ear lobe in her teeth and whispered 'dear besiege me, assault my passions and confine yourself in my dreams.' Her body twisted and she pressed her thighs in quick successions. I have no iota of a doubt that she was in a paroxysm of a powerful orgasm. After a few minutes, she released her hold on my penis and with a smile of satisfaction and exhaustion shut her eyes and leaned back, to enjoy in thoughts, the moments that had just passed. I found my whole bottom wet with her juice.. The End.. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>