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Subject: {ASSM} The Gold Rush - Part 1
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 09:10:05 -0500
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The Church

Phillips and Shine were like most young men in their 20's who caught the 
"gold fever" in 1849. They kissed their tearful mothers good-bye and caught 
the first ship leaving New York harbor for California.

After a month under sail through the Atlantic, the young Yankees landed on 
the east coast of Panama. They were pleased to finally put their feet on 
terra firmae. Rather than rush through the jungle to the Pacific (like many 
of their fellow passengers) Phillips and Shine decided to stay for a couple 
of days in the run down little village where they now found themselves.

The biggest building in the village was the church, which sat on a hill 
overlooking the harbor. The two men decided to follow the well-worn trail up 
to the church. As they moved up the hill, Shine noticed that "run down" no 
longer applied to the housing. The homes were well kept, giving off an air of 
prosperity. And the closer to the church they came, the larger the houses 
grew. "Wonder what kind of money these folks are making?" Shine commented to 
Phillips.

The two men were startled as they approached the church. Much to their 
surprise, they saw virtually the entire crew of the Argus (the ship that had 
carried them from New York) entering the church. Since none of the sailors 
struck them as particularly religious, both Phillips and Shine found the 
sailors' behavior peculiar. They decided to investigate.

As they started up the steps, a big burly priest, dressed in the robes of a 
Franciscan monk, began to close the door. "Excuse me, padre," Phillips 
yelled. "We'd like to visit the church." "I'm sorry, my son," the priest 
replied. "The church is closed for a special service. We hold these services 
for the crews of the ships that come into our harbor. We will reopen tomorrow 
morning." As it was just 11:00 AM, it struck Phillips as peculiar that a 
church would be closed that long. 

When the two men turned back down the stairs, they saw the First Mate of the 
Argus, Fred Thomas, rushing to catch up with the rest of his crew. Shine 
called out, "Hey, Fred." Thomas broke into a big, broad grin. He genuinely 
liked the two young men. "Hello, mates. I'm a bit late for services, so can't 
dally around." "Could you answer just one question, then?" Phillips inquired. 
"Alright, one question its is," Thomas responded. 

"I thought services lasted only one or two hours at the most. Why is everyone 
rushing to be in a service that will go all night?" Phillips asked. Thomas 
looked up at the sky as he pondered his answer. "Tell you what, mates. Why 
don't you join me and find out?" Shine agreed quickly, while Phillips only 
agreed reluctantly after some urging by Fred.

The three men climbed the stairs and approached the big priest who stood 
guard at the doorway. Fred pulled out a small gold key attached to a chain 
around his neck. He informed the padre that the two Yankees were joining him 
as guests. With a grunt of acknowledgment, the priest opened the door. 

The church was completely empty. Before either Shine or Phillips had a chance 
to ask more questions, Fred put his index finger up to his mouth and 
whispered, "Shh! Quiet now."  

The young men followed Thomas to the back of the church. Fred walked up to a 
statue of an angel, grabbed its head in his two large hands, and gave the 
head a twist to the right. What appeared to be just another piece of marble 
wall now opened, revealing a hidden doorway. It was constructed so well that 
a person would be unable to tell it was an entry way - unless, of course, 
they knew how to open it. 

The Club

After the three men passed through the door, Fred pulled a lever which 
released a spring and the door shut with a quiet thud. Phillips and Shine 
followed Fred down a stairway, then through a short tunnel to a large black 
metal door. Fred took out his gold key once again and inserted it into the 
lock. As the door swung open, the men were greeted by a blast of noise. There 
was a party going on and it was evident, from the first, that the large room 
was filled with naked women.

A woman, dressed in a tight red corset, dark stockings, and button-up heeled 
shoes, came forward to greet them. Her large pendulous breasts hung over the 
top of the corset. Clearly a Latino, her brown skin made an elegant contrast 
to the red corset.

"Buenos dias, senores. Welcome to the Club."  

The woman escorted the three men to a table. Phillips and Shine were 
wide-eyed in disbelief. A naked brown woman, with small pert breasts, 
approached their table. "Anything to drink, amigos?" Thomas ordered a bottle 
of wine. 

When Shine and Phillips turned to Fred with obvious questions written all 
over their face, Thomas held up his hand and said, "Let me explain."

Asuncion was a village that had known nothing but poverty for generations. 
Life was lived at the subsistence level. The village was so poor that the 
government didn't even bother to collect taxes. 

With the American capture of California in 1846, more and more Yankee ships 
stopped at Asuncion to unload passengers bound for California. Some new money 
was introduced into the local economy by those passengers who wanted a guide 
to take them to the Pacific coast.

But it was not enough. Babies were still dying from hunger at a horrifying 
rate. The town elders met and came up with several schemes but nothing 
worked. Then early last year, as word of the gold strike spread, more ships 
delivered hundreds of passengers, all eager to get to California.

Rather than wait any longer for the town elders to act, the women of the town 
took matters into their own hands. They called a meeting with the elders and 
the parish priest and presented their idea. The elders and the priest were 
shocked. But the women of the village said they were tired of watching their 
children die of starvation. They saw that they had a better chance at life 
and, with hundreds of sailors pouring into Asuncion, now was their 
opportunity.

The women established a gentlemen's club, which offered hospitality and sex 
to men who had been at sea. An annual fee of $10 American was charged to join 
the Club. Members received the small gold key in return. Food and beverages 
were sold at outrageous prices. But the sex was free with membership. 

The Club was an instant hit with the sailors, who couldn't join fast enough. 
As the money rolled in, the women and their families were able to move from 
their dirty huts to the wonderful homes on the side of the hill. Although 
many a husband had been outraged at his wife when she started, the influx of 
such large amounts of cash bought his silence.

As the money began to pile up - and contributions to the local parish 
suddenly made it into one of the richest in the diocese - the priest agreed 
to the current plan. Club members could enter through the church and move 
into the old treasure room, built by the early Conquistadors to hide the 
golden treasures stolen from the Aztecs.

Thomas explained that this was where they were now, in the old treasure room. 
The woman with pert breasts returned with the wine and took their order for 
dinner. Shine and Phillips sat speechless as they gazed around the room. 
Suddenly, a drum roll came from the four-piece band, composed of four naked 
older women.  

The woman with large breasts in the red corset got up on the platform in the 
middle of the room and announced, "The evenings entertainment, gentlemen. We 
call it the exhibition."

The Exhibition

A tall woman with dark hair came out from behind a curtain. She wore a cape 
that completely covered her body, a stark contrast to the rest of the women 
in the room. She strolled down the runway and stopped when she arrived at the 
platform. She gazed around the room and announced in perfect English, "I want 
your cock." With that, her arms came out from underneath the cape. They were 
sheathed in long black gloves reaching to her elbows. Her fingers untied the 
knot holding the cape together - and she dropped it.

There was a roar from the crowd. The woman was now naked, exhibiting one of 
the most beautiful bodies anyone had ever seen. Her breasts were large, her 
skin brown, her nipples dark. She had large, firm buttocks and muscular legs. 
The tall brunette gazed around the room once again and rested on the two 
youngest men in the room - Shine and Phillips. She pointed, "You two. I want 
your cocks." 

The two young men were stunned, not knowing what to do. Sensing their 
hesitation, men sitting at other tables sprang from their seats and lifted 
both Shine and Phillips out of their chairs. With hearty shouts and many pats 
on the back, the two were carried to the platform. They were left nervously 
standing in front of the woman.

The dark haired beauty walked around them, eyeing them up and down. She 
stopped and briefly stroked Phillips full behind. She returned to look at 
their eyes. The woman suspected that she had two virgins here. Tonight's 
exhibition would be more fun than expected.

She spoke to the two men. "My name is Juanita. I am here to guide you to 
sexual pleasures you have never known." With that, Juanita approached 
Phillips and unbuttoned his shirt. Then she turned to Shine and did the same. 
At each stage of the undressing, Juanita took off one article of clothing, 
then did the same to the other man. Soon the men were completely naked and 
the two piles of clothing were quickly removed from the platform by two of 
the waitresses.

Juanita now called them closer and took each man's cock in each of her hands. 
She began to slowly stroke both penises. The club now was quiet, barely a 
sound could be heard. The platform was round and could be easily seen from 
anywhere in the room.

With her ministrations, both cocks grew hard. Shine's was short but thick. 
Phillips was long and thin. Juanita next took one cock in her mouth, while 
continuing to stroke the other one. Both cocks grew even harder.

As Shine had the short, thick one, Juanita had him lay on his back with his 
hard cock standing straight in the air. She positioned her asshole directly 
over his cock, then slammed down on it with her wide hips. Shine had never 
felt so good in his life. 

Leaning back and positioning each of her arms next to Shine's shoulders, to 
support her torso, Juanita opened her legs and called to Phillips to come 
fuck her. Following her instructions, Phillips kneeled between her legs and 
inserted his cock in her pussy. 

Each Yankee began to slowly move - Phillips pumping her pussy, Shiner her 
ass, while her large tits jiggled and bounced with every stroke. As they 
caught on to the technique, the men began a more rapid pace. Juanita could 
feel the cocks almost touch, separated only by a thin membrane. The vigorous 
stroking, the pounding on both her ass and pussy, the slapping of heavy balls 
on her bottom, all started building her orgasm.

As the intensity of the stroking increased, Juanita climaxed, then followed 
quickly with a second orgasm. Seeing the gorgeous brunette tremble and cry 
out in pleasure only intensified the feeling for the two men. Suddenly, 
Phillips cried out as he shot his sperm. Juanita could feel it rush deep 
inside her.

Shine, on his back, had the most awkward position. Once Phillips pulled out 
of her pussy, Juanita began to again pump her ass on Shine's hard cock, until 
he cried out, sending a spurt of jism up her asshole. For a moment, the three 
lay exhausted on the platform.

Gradually, Juanita stood up and bowed to the audience, receiving thunderous 
applause. She put her cape back on, tied the knot, turned and walked back 
down the runway, disappearing behind the curtain. 

Waitresses escorted Shine and Phillips off the stage and to a back room, 
where they gently bathed each man in warm water. Once clean, the naked 
waitresses assisted each man in putting on his clothing. Fully dressed, they 
return to Thomas and their table. 

They had their wine, a lobster dinner and watched three more exhibitions. 
When the evenings entertainment concluded, Thomas announced that he wanted to 
"go a round" with their waitress, if they didn't mind. The two men encouraged 
him and left the Club and the church.

As they walked together in the tropical moonlight, Shine turned to Phillips 
and said "If its this good in Panama, how could will California be?"

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