Message-ID: <26302asstr$968800205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8pl7bc$8gj$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Sep 12 12:25:35 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"A Change In Perspective"MF(2/2) Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2000 19:10:05 -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/Year2000/26302> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge A Change In Perspective by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Two Alan watched fascinated as Maureen rubbed her breasts, her fingers pressing against the hard nipples that just a glimpse of through her blouse was enough to give teenage boys an erection. A lifetime of trying to stay in reasonable shape had left the fifty-two year old with a bust only slightly affected by time and gravity. Maureen's hands continued downward and she lifted her leg onto the seat of the nearby desk chair. Undoing the clasps of her garter belt, she slowly slipped her stocking down the length of her leg. An action she then repeated on her other leg. Her husband had always preferred stockings to pantyhose and she never saw any reason to change after he was gone. From the way Alan's eyes were following her every motion, it was obvious to her that he was glad she hadn't. Finally it was her panties turn and once they were gone, Alan could see that the hair between Maureen's legs was a mixture of the original brown, white and gray. What there was of it had been carefully trimmed into a small, soft mound. "I hope that wasn't too disappointing," Maureen said as she stuck a pose to finish her erotic ballet. "Hardly," Alan replied, thinking that he'd found Maureen's little performace more enticing than any his last girlfriend had done. If Maureen had any doubt as to the sincerity of his answer, the straining bulge in his pants added to its validity. The tentpole between his legs hadn't gone unnoticed. Now totally nude, Maureen quickly crossed the room and knelt down in front of a still sitting Alan. With a frantic eagerness, she worked the belt of his pants, then its clasp and zipper. In less time that it took for Alan to think about it, Maureen had his bare cock cradled in her hands. In her life, Maureen Clarke had held just five other cocks as she now held Alan's. One had been her husband's of course. Before him there had been three others with whom she'd been that intimate, one had been in high school and one in college. The third had been the man she was dating when she met her husband to be. The last had belonged to a man she had met in a local bar when she was forty-five. It had been her first, and previous to this, only sexual adventure. She and George had been having problems with their marriage during that time, the result of an indiscretion on his part during an office Christmas party. In her anger, she had felt that evening the score would make her feel better. It had hardly done that, leaving her with an empty and guilty feeling. Thankfully, they later worked things out, sharing happier days until the end. No sense of guilt filled her now as she ran her fingers up and down Alan's shaft. It was an average cock as cocks go, she thought, about six inches and just thick enough for her to close her fingers around it. Not that Maureen took a great deal of time to ponder how it looked before she tilted her head forward and slipped it between her lips. The mere thought that the stuff of teenage masturbation fantasies had just become hard reality was almost enough to cause Alan to shoot his load the moment he felt Maureen's mouth around his cock. It took all of his self-control not to let that happen, but within half a minute he knew it was a losing battle. Maureen could've been the worst cocksucker in the world, which she certainly wasn't, and still bring the younger man to the brink within minutes. With both her hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, Maureen's head bobbed up and down with lust driven intensity. Alan was sure that each downward thrust was going to cause him to explode. Finally he did just that, sending a week's worth of come into his old teacher's mouth. "Oh shit!" Alan gasped as he felt himself draining. He wasn't sure what was more exciting. The feeling of release spreading through his body or the image of Maureen Clarke still sliding his pulsating cock in and out of her mouth, sucking down his whiteness as fast as it shot into her. Finally he had no more to give and Maureen released her lockjaw hold on his manhood, letting it slip from her mouth. She rose and sat on the bed next to Alan, a broad grin filling her face. "You have a little ... er smudge on the corner of your mouth," Alan said as he illustrated on his own face where a spot of white still remained on hers. Maureen wiped it clean with a sweep of her index finger. She looked at the shiny residue for a brief second, then stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking it clean as well. "It's been a while since I've done that," Maureen said. "I hope it was good enough." "You won't get any complaint from me," Alan grinned, still basking in the euphoria of a fantasy come true. "When I was married, I was never really sure if I did that well, or if my husband was too much of a gentlemen to tell me I sucked," she said. "No pun intended there," she added with a laugh. "Well I don't know how much of a gentlemen I consider myself," Alan answered, "but you definitely don't suck. Unless its to say that you suck great!" "I do seem to have killed it, haven't I?" Maureen said as she looked down on his now totally deflated manhood. "Don't worry, it usually doesn't stay dead for long," Alan said reassuringly. "That's good to know," said the white haired teacher, "because giving it mouth to mouth is what caused the problem in the first place." Alan laughed again, remembering that Mrs. Clarke always had a sharp sense of humor. Of course back in school he never would've imagined her making jokes about something like this. "Still, it does seem determined to rest a while," she went on. "Any suggestions what we can do to pass the time until it wants to get up and play again?" "Oh I'm sure I can come up with an idea or two," he retorted. "I used to have a teacher back in high school who felt that I was a pretty imaginative kind of guy." "Really now," she laughed. "Well I've never been impressed by old references. I guess you'll have to show me and let me make my own evaluation." Alan wasted no time is making his case. What remained of his clothes came off with a dizzying speed, winding up scattered across the room wherever his toss carried them. Now as naked as Maureen, he climbed on top of her and pressed their bodies together. He kissed her hard enough to sample the aftertaste of his ejaculation in her mouth. Alan knew that some of his friends grossed out if something like that happened, but he had never understood the fuss. After all, it wasn't like it was some other guy you were getting a taste of. It would be a fine thing if a woman would give you a blowjob but you wouldn't kiss her afterwards. Alan kissed Maureen on the mouth a few more times as his hands explored her body. As his kisses moved down to her breasts, one hand reached between her legs and came to rest on her now wet mound. His fingers made their way within her and as his mouth closed on her nipples, his nimble fingers began to slide in and out. "Oh yes," Maureen moaned loudly as the dual pleasures spread across her body. "It feels so good. I've missed this so very much." With one of her nipples buried deep in his mouth, Alan redoubled his penetrations of her pussy, quickly adding a third finger to his effort. He could feel the effect on the body beneath him as it began to gyrate in time to his manipulations. Her breasts tasted sweet in his mouth, a treat long imagined. In the back of his mind, Alan could see himself as a seventeen year old again, his sheets pulled up across his chest to conceal his cock play. The image that filled his mind on many of those nights had been the body that now lay nude and open beneath him. Reluctantly abandoning her soft breasts, Alan continued to kiss his way down her body. Reaching the moist spot that shielded her womanhood, he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. The effect on Maureen was instantaneous and loud as she responded to the wet assault on her clit with a loud passionate wail. As pleasing as Alan's skill at cunnilingus quickly proved itself to be, it had not been part of those youthful fantasies. Back in high school, the thought of actually going down on a woman seemed the most repugnant of prospects. It took his great college love to show Alan the error of that belief. A lesson he'd taken to heart as greatly as any he'd learned in Mrs. Clarke's history course. "Oh yes, oh God yes!" Maureen called out as Alan buried his face deep between her legs, putting all he had into the rising fever consuming her body. "More, please don't stop!" Then, to Maureen's dismay a short time later, Alan did just that. It took a long moment for that fact to register on her, so lost was she in the throes of passion. She lifted her head and looked down at her lover. He was no longer between her legs, but rather now standing up alongside the bed. Her gaze shifted from the silly smile on his face to a spot between his own legs. What she saw there made her disappointment fade like morning dew. The dead had risen yet again. Climbing back on to the bed, Alan lifted and spread Maureen's legs. He reached down with his left hand and took hold of his resurgent manhood, guiding it to the now saturated entrance to Maureen's delights. With a loving caution, he eased himself inside of her, gently rocking back and forth as he did. Maureen reached up and put her hands on his back, pulling him deeper within her. Once he was as far inside as was humanly possible, she brought her legs around as well, wrapping them around his ass. Holding him tightly, she also began to rock, adding her own motions to their joining. The clock on the wall ticked on as their cascading motions grew both in force and repetition. In no time at all, their bodies became one as each drew satisfaction from the other. A sense of deep gratification that was driven more by a desire to please the other than to be pleased in turn. Of course in doing so they accomplished both objectives. Words quickly became impossible, giving way to muffled grunts as both damp and sweat covered bodies crashed against each other time and again. The level of energy generated between the them grew and grew until it was no longer possible to physically contain. At that point, both bodies simply exploded in an orgasmic burst that shuddered through each of them. As tightly intertwined as they were, it was impossible for them not to experience the shattering climax of the other. A sharing that resounded back upon itself, producing ever-increasing tides of ecstasy. They held each other tight until there was no more strength in either of them to do so. Reluctantly, they released the other as the ripples of passion finally began to subside. Too tired to even think about moving for a while, they lay next to each other. The softness and warmth of sticky flesh still binding them in the aftermath of their joining. "I can't believe we actually did this," Maureen said after what seemed an indeterminable silence. "I can't believe I actually lived out a fantasy like that." "It wasn't only your fantasy," Alan smiled back at her. "No, I guess not," Maureen agreed as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over Alan's spent cock. "Do you regret it?" Alan asked. "I should feel otherwise, but no I don't," the older teacher laughed. "Not at all?" he asked. Her grin repeated her answer. "Well neither do I," Alan added. "Although," she said after a brief moment's reflection, "I think it's probably a good thing now that I'm retiring. Because after tonight, I don't think I could ever look at my students in quite the same way again." The laughter that followed was long and hearty. "My roommate is probably wondering what happened to me," Alan said as he thought about how long the quick nightcap had lasted. "Don't worry," Maureen said as she pressed her naked body against his. "The way things sometimes go at these conventions, he probably figured you just got lucky last night." Alan thought about that for a few heartbeats, then said, "I think I got lucky eight years ago. But it wasn't until last night that I realized just how much." "Speaking of lucky," the veteran history teacher said as she brought her mouth closer to his, "how do you feel about pressing your luck one more time?" As their lips met, they both that time had finally made caught up with them and made them equals. Whatever followed the dawn, they would never think of each other in the same way again. 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, 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 be. Entries will be accepted up to and including September 30th. 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