Message-ID: <25927asstr$966841805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8npvau$qv5$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Aug 21 01:06:48 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"The Price" FF (3/3) Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 03:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25927> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly The Price by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Three "You have such a hot body," Tami said as she rubbed her fingers across Laurie's breasts. "It didn't matter to me that you were such a teasing, selfish bitch. I can't tell you how many nights I laid in this bed and dreamed you were here with me. How many times I brought myself to orgasm and imagined it was you here with me. That it was you I was making love to." It had been a long time since a lover had spoken to Laurie in such a way. Each word, each touch, caused her temperature to rise just a little bit more. "You're still so wet," Tami said as she slid her hand down Laurie's body, stopping between her legs. "I'm wet for you," Laurie replied. "You like the feel of a man inside you, don't you?" Tami asked as she changed the subject yet again, sliding a finger inside of Laurie and rubbing her gently. "Yes, I do," she admitted as her body reacted to Tami's touch. "Is it better than how it feels when I'm inside of you?" "Not better, just different," Laurie said in a rare display of diplomacy. "But you miss being penetrated, don't you?" Tami went on, her fingers still working their magic. "Yes," Laurie had to admit. "Good," Tami beamed. Unsure what she meant by that, Laurie was surprised as Tami removed her hand and rolled over on the bed. From over her shoulder, she could tell the short haired girl was reaching into the bottom drawer of her night table. "Oh shit!" Laurie cried out as Tami rolled back over with the object of her search in her right hand. "Where did you get something like that?" "Mail order," Tami laughed as she held her hand up to give Laurie a better look. Laurie's eyes opened wide. She had never seen anything like that in her life. Made of some kind of rubber, it looked just like a guy's cock. In fact, it looked a lot more impressive than some of the guys she'd been with. At the base of the make believe cock were a series of straps, making it obvious that it was meant to be worn. "Well, what do you think?" Tami asked with a twinkle in her eye. "You think this is something you might want to try?" Laurie looked hard at the toy in Tami's hand. At home, buried under a pile of books in her own night table, Laurie had a small plastic vibrator. The artificial manhood in front of her went far beyond that. Just the sight of it produced a longing between her legs that was impossible to ignore. "Oh yes," Laurie automatically answered, her responses now being totally controlled by her urges. "definitely yes." "I hoped you'd say that," Tami said as she eased back off the bed and started to strap on the do it yourself manhood. With the 'cock' now hanging between her legs, Laurie had to say that Tami now looked more like a teenage boy than ever. A boy that she badly wanted inside of her. Tami climbed back on the bed and stood over Laurie. She held the playcock in her hand and brought it to Laurie's face. "Suck me off," Tami said. "What?" Laurie replied. "Don't you suck off your boyfriends?" Tami answered. "Well now I'm your boyfriend." Feeling just a little silly about it since the cock was rubber not flesh and blood, but willing to play along, Laurie took hold of Tami's 'cock' and guided it into her mouth. Back and forth she moved it, deep inside of her mouth. She began to act as if it was real, running her tongue up and down its length and under the head at the top. If there were an official ranking among the girls of the senior class, Laurie would've finished in the top ten of cocksuckers. She soon found herself actually getting a charge out of 'blowing' Tami. Although she couldn't feel the warm wetness of Laurie's mouth on her strap on manhood, Tami was also getting a thrill out of watching her lover. If she was a guy, perish that thought, she was sure she would be begging for more by this point. Watching Laurie swallow her whole once more, Tami had to admire her skill. Seeing her work on a cock like she did, the boy/girl decided that with the right teacher, Laurie might be able to develop into a first class cunt-licker as well. That however, was a thought for another day. "I can see why the guys love you so much," Tami said as she let Laurie get in a few last licks. "Let's see what else they love about you." Tami removed her 'cock' from Laurie's mouth and motioned for the girl to assume that position she knew so well. Tami climbed between her legs once more and brought her 'cock' up against the entrance of Laurie's pussy. Holding her hardness tightly in her hand, Tami ran the head of it up and down Laurie's pussy, coating the tip with her juices. She pressed it inward, just enough to part the walls separating it from her womanhood. "Are you sure you want this?" she asked as she hesitated for a moment. "Oh yes," Laurie said as she put her own hand on Tami's 'cock' in an attempt to draw it inside of her. "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me!" she added with urgency. Tami applied more pressure and sent her temporary maleness deep inside of Laurie. She eased it back out again carefully, then inward once more. Twice more she did it slowly, allowing Laurie to become accustomed to its dimensions. "Fuck me!" Laurie called out. "All the way. Give it to me!" Needing no further encouragement, Tami grabbed both of Laurie's legs and drove deep inside of her. As fast as she could, she repeated the action again and again, driving it with more force each time. "Oh yeah, that's it," Laurie cried out as she grabbed Tami's ass to hold her deep inside of her. They quickly fell into a cadence, their bodies gyrating back and forth in unison. Tami's thrusts were quickly becoming almost savage in nature, but still Laurie called out for more. "Harder, faster!" she cried as her fingernails dug into the flesh of Tami's ass. It was almost more than Tami could give. Although she no more felt the embracing pressure of Laurie's cunt against her 'cock' then she had the her mouth, Tami was still being drawn into a pre-orgasmic frenzy of her own as the base of her strap on rubbed against her pussy. When it seemed she had no more to give, she reached down and found exactly what the both of them needed. "Yes, Oh God, yes!" Laurie yelled out as she felt the waves of her orgasm about to be released. Tami knew her own climax was just as imminent, as she dropped down on Laurie's body and kissed her with a primitive lust. The energies reverberating within both their bodies were too far along to be stopped now. With a shattering surge of passion, the walls of their dams shattered under the torrent behind them. "Fuck!" Laurie cried out as the most mind shattering climax of her life grabbed hold of her. For a moment, she feared she was having a seizure. Never before had she lost such total control of her body. But it was such a beautiful loss of control. Tami's orgasm was nowhere near as powerful as Laurie's, but it was still satisfying on a number of levels. The Amerasian prefered the quiet enjoyment of a climax, but was sure that Laurie wouldn't have noticed if she'd been screaming her head off. They lay there for a while, Tami still buried deep inside of her. She nestled her head between Laurie's breasts, kissing the warm, damp flesh. It was almost a half hour before they undid themselves from their entanglement. "Feel free to use the shower," Tami said to Laurie as she undid the straps of her manhood, returning herself to her feminine norm. "It's right down the hall." "No, I think I'll wait until I get home," Laurie said as she was pulling her shorts back over her now cooled flesh. "It's getting pretty late." "Suit yourself," Tami said as she brought her toy close enough to savor the scent of Laurie's orgasm that still clung to it. With Laurie still in the room, she resisted the urge to lick it clean. She would save that as a treat for later. Laurie was already putting her blouse back on in a rush to get going. Tami wasn't the least bit surprised. She'd seen this before. Already a sense of guilt and panic was beginning to set in. Laurie couldn't wait until she could leave the scene of the crime, so to speak. "Okay, I think I have everything," Laurie said as she checked her appearance. Tami had to keep from smirking. No matter how she tried to hide it, Laurie looked like a girl who had just been fucked royally. Putting the toy down on the night table, a still naked Tami walked Laurie to the door. When they reached the hall leading to the entranceway, she pressed her naked body against her and kissed her guest goodbye. Both of their bodies still reeked of their coupling. It was a sweet perfume that Tami would long remember. To her surprise, Laurie responded to the kiss. Already the guilt was fading. So much the better. "Don't forget the report," Tami said as she let Laurie walk the last few feet to the door alone. Adventurous as she sometimes was, Tami wasn't about to chance letting the neighbors see her naked. Tami watched as Laurie put her raincoat back on and then picked up the report. Her back was now to Tami, but it looked like she was flipping through the paper or something. As if she thought Tami would give her a pile of blank pages or something. Then it looked like Laurie put something back on the table, but again from where she was standing, Tami couldn't be sure. Laurie paused one last time at the open door and smiled back at Tami. Then she was gone. Tami watched from behind a concealing curtain as Laurie got onto the bus that would drop her off just a few doors from her own home. She wondered what the people on the bus, or her parents, would make of her appearance. Oh well, she was sure it wouldn't have been the first time Laurie had come home late at night looking like that. Stepping into the shower to clean off the after effects of their wild night, Tami let her mind wander as the cleansing water danced over her. "I'm going to have to do something really nice for Mike Russell," she thought as she washed between her legs. "Not many guys would've trashed their chance with Laurie like he did. Especially giving up what she'd promised. I'll have to find a way to make it up to him." Mike was Tami's best male friend, something that Laurie really had no way of knowing of course. He told her everything, and not out of a desire to get in her pants either. She had told him of her preference back in Junior High. It hadn't effected their friendship in the least. From the day Mike had mentioned he was writing Laurie's paper, Tami had been planning this evening. The real joke of it was that the paper Laurie walked out of here with was actually the one Mike had written for her. As if someone as computer literate as Mike wouldn't have backups. She thought about what to do for her friend for a minute or two, then the obvious came to her. Karen Liu owed her big time for past favors. She'd fix up Karen and Mike. She was sure Karen would at least make up the blowjob he missed. Hell, knowing Karen, he'd probably get to fuck her as well. Wrapping a towel around her as she stepped fresh and clean out of the shower, Tami remembered that she thought Laurie had left something when she picked up the report. Curious, she quickly went to the front door. Sure enough, in place of the history paper was one of Laurie's personal calling cards. They'd become quite popular at school the last two years. This one contained Laurie's address and private phone number. Turning the card over, Tami saw a hastily scribbled message. "Please call me." Under the note, Laurie had signed her name and a small heart. Tami held the card for what seemed like an eternity. Knowing Laurie, she doubted many guys had been left such a personal touch on the cards they were given. Or that she even left many cards behind at all. A broad sense of satisfaction filled her as Cynthia's words from this afternoon came back to her. "After the way she and her friends have treated you. One of these days I'd love to see her treated the way she treats other people. See how she likes it." "Like I said, Cynthia," Tami said to the empty air as she dropped the scraps into a small metal wastebasket next to the table, "sometimes you get your wish." As she walked back through the house, Tami wondered how Cynthia had made out with Doris Warner. Was there anything she could do about that? END And now a word from the Author... Over the last few years, I've thrown open the gates of caution and invited my readers to participate in a story idea contest. A chance to see one of your ideas take form. Looking at the calendar on the wall, it looks like it's that time again. So pick up your pencils, or if you're not allowed sharp objects, your keyboards and lets see what you can come up with. Now the rules are simple. Each entry must be accompanied by an unmarked twenty dollar bill ... nah only kidding. Actually each entry should be sent to my email address with "Contest Entry" in the story line. There is no set format for your suggestion, so it can range from a few sentences, a short outline, or even just the start of a story. Last years winner was in the last format and intrigued me enough to make me want to finish the story. Another rule of note is that the story idea must be a subject that I normally write about. If unsure, just check my web page for examples. Other than that, the skies the limit. It could be a story about a subject that fascinates you. It could be a parody of a movie or a television show (hopefully one I'm familiar with so that I could write about the characters). Or it could even be about someone you know, or have had a fantasy about. Maybe a retelling of something that might have been but wasn't. What I normally have done with stories like that in the past was write it with the actual characters for the winner, and then alter them just enough to be unrecognizable before posting them online. Last years contest brought forth two unexpected dividends, aside from the fun of the contest. The winner, Mordmorgan, wound up becoming my proofreader on subsequent works. That we worked well together only became apparent while we exchanged emails about the story. The other bonus was the discovery of a young woman whose story ideas so impressed me that I encouraged her to write them as her own. She did so and added a number of sequels to it in the following months under the name Lotuseater. I look forward to seeing what this year might bring. Entries will be accepted up to and including September 30th. 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