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Subject: {ASSM} Clarinet (MF)
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 13:10:01 -0500
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Clarinet
By ellem@techie.com

-MF-

--
Standard Disclaimer... Work of fiction, no persons are real, work of
fantasy, read only if you can vote legally and can tell the difference
between real and make-believe
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There was nowhere to sit.  Well there was one place to sit; it just
didn't look like a good place.  The man on the end was obese and the
guy against the window did not look friendly at all.  He was
scratching out letters into the daily crossword and he had earbuds
connected to a radio, no doubt listening to Howard Stern.  Shannon
looked at the available seat again and meekly asked the obese man to
get up so she and all of her gear could get in to the only seat left.

Big day today, Shannon reminded herself as she slipped her thin body
past the obese man.  Oh my god, was that his thing?  He'd stretched
his hips out to "accidentally" bump into her as she got past him.  As
she sat with her bag on her lap her practice clarinet, a long plastic
tube that looked like a clarinet but made no sound, slid out of the
bag onto the surly looking man against the window.  With out even
looking up he handed it back to Shannon.  As she sat she noticed him
looking at her.

With a shot at the pit orchestra for the play 42nd street Shannon had
dressed a little funkier than she would for her usual job, teaching
woodwinds to eighth graders.  Today her skirt was shorter, and faded
denim.  Her shirt was a snug metallic material with a plain white
men's Oxford over it.  It was the boots that made the outfit funky
though.  They were obligatorily black but they had a tongue
frontispiece and a large buckled strap across the calf.  The heels
were the chunky kind all the girls were wearing now.  Her red hair was
tussled as always and she tried leaving her schoolmarm glasses home
but several near misses with walls changed her mind.  She decided not
to wear any stockings and her pale freckled skin contrasted with her
black boots.

The surly man leaned forward so far that his head was against the back
of the seat in front of him.  He kept looking at her boots.  It was
odd for Shannon to receive attention like this.  It made her feel
uncomfortable, but at the same time it felt good.  The attention was
defraying the guilt she felt spending 150USD on the boots.  She tugged
at her skirt, but not to pull it down, to pull it up.  She watched his
eyes wander up her thighs.

No one at Branford Middle School had given her such lecherous looks
before.  He pulled his right ear bud out of his ear and smiled.  Mr.
Surly looked like Mr. GQ now.  Shannon felt a wave of intense warmth
flush her body.  In 33 years a smile had never done that to her.  Life
in conservative Connecticut simply wasn't like that.  Even in the
rougher middle class sections she grew up in as her father moved from
military contract job to the next.  Certainly she'd dated, even
seriously but her love of music always won out over the men in her
life.

"So you play clarinet?"

Shannon was dumbstruck, unable to talk to the beautiful man speaking
to her.  She regained most of her composure and managed to utter, "I
teach."

"I used to teach music, guitar though.  Mostly to boys who wanted to
be Jimmy Page," he added with another perfect smile.

Shannon unconsciously stroked her smooth plastic clarinet.  He
noticed.

"What sends you to Manhattan?"

"I, I am going to an audition for an orchestra pit."

"What do you like about woodwinds so much?"

He wasn't even touching her but she was getting the oddest urges.  She
wanted to grab him by the face and kiss him with her deft tongue.  She
wanted touch him; it was becoming an imperative for her.  There was
another hour and a half left in the train ride to Penn Station.  The
words slipped out of her mouth as if she was no longer in control of
what she said.

"I just like having a vibrating reed on my lips, in my wet mouth," she
said leaning towards him.  She shifted her weight onto her left hip
and crossed her right leg over her left trying to quell the urgent
feeling between her legs.  More of her thighs were revealed to him.
The sudden brushes of the obese man's arm on her ass made her gasp in
a breathy inhale.

"Really?"  Asked the man driving Shannon insane.

"There's something about the way the reed feels all rough on my tongue
and the mouth piece is so smooth on my upper lip.  It's sensuous.
When you play brass you just get numb and soaked in saliva, but a reed
is like a long, long kiss," Shannon reached out and touched his knee.
He moved her hand straight up his thigh.

Shannon, oblivious to the packed Amtrak train, began mouthing his
chin, then his lower lip.  Her right hand caressed his crotch though
his suit pants.  He responded immediately and Shannon stroked him,
pressingly lightly with her fingers, fingering a scale on his huge
member.

She sucked and nibbled his tongue and lips.  She kissed him deeply.
His hands began to explore her petite waist and ass.  She broke the
kiss panting into his neck.  He pushed her right knee away from her
left and explored her inner thighs.  She was melting into his strong
body.  

When the obese man skittered away from them to give them room he
leaned into her ear, "People are looking.  Let's take this to the
bathroom where I can get you off."

Shannon felt like she was in a daze, like she was drugged.  She was so
overwhelmed by the need to be touched that she simply followed him.
She never even asked his name.  She began to realize how crazy this
was she was going to go into a train bathroom and she would certainly
have sex with a complete stranger.  She had left her clarinet in her
bag on her seat.  Yet she continued to follow him.  

To the people in the head of the car where the bathrooms were thy
seemed like a married couple on their way to the Caf  Car, to the
people that watched Shannon attack the man against the window, they
wanted to follow.  Shannon stepped into the bathroom with her exciting
stranger.  He pulled her into his body that was thick and strong and
began kissing her while grinding into her limp body.  She began to
move with him sliding up and down on his massive legs and chest.

"My name is Robert, but most people call me Bob.  Call me that when
you scream my name out; OK?"

"Shannon," she huffed as she went back under the haze of overt
sexuality.

Bob pulled her skirt up and snapped her silky underwear off of her
body.  He sniffed them quickly and shoved them in his front pocket.
That would have normally disgusted her, now it drove Shannon wild.
Bob dropped to his knees and grabbed her thin leather clad claves and
began working his tongue on her nearly hairless pussy.  It was as if
he were trying to stick he face inside of her.

Shannon was an oral virgin.  The only man she'd ever been with had
never done this to her.  She had orally pleased him but he never
returned the favor.  Charles was a good lover in her estimation, but
really did nothing that she couldn't to do herself in a few minutes.
Bob was driving her crazy.  He was pushing his tongue in her, and on
her with such delicious pressure.  Her gasps of pleasure were becoming
high-pitched yelps.  He wasn't letting her squirm away as he held her
firmly in place by her calves.

Bob couldn't believe what was happening.  He'd never had this effect
on woman before.  She was going crazy, her upper body was thrashing
and her hips were moving a mile a minute.  She reached up and was
pushing on the ceiling with her ass on the sink while he ate her in
frenzy.  His cock was so hard it was hurting him.  He was amazed that
this funky little tramp was just giving in to his every move.

So was Shannon.  She had never, ever, performed a public sex act.  She
had never kissed a man first.  She had never been this hot before.
She began to shake at the hips that moved her sex over his tongue even
faster driving her to a loud wet orgasm.

"Uunngh!"  She let out a guttural release from some deep, musky part
of her body.  Bob's face was covered in her juices and he was standing
up undoing his pants.  She was too exhausted to assist him but she
wanted to tear his clothes off.  She slid to the floor crouching with
her legs spread wide.  Blasts of cold air came from under the door and
cooled her hot, wet mess.  In her face was his massive erection.

Shannon was amazed by his size.  He was bigger than her entire head
and only with both of her strong musical hands could she grasp the
enormous girth.  She urged his manhood with fast tugs on the lower
portion of his giant member.  Her tongue danced on the head of his
cock.  

"Oh my God," she said before she took him into her mouth.  Her lips
wrapped tightly around him as she slobbered saliva on his shaft making
it slick.  She pinned him to the back of her throat but could not
swallow him he was too large.  She bobbed up and down on him and she
would stop at the top and blow on him and move her tongue like his
cock was a mouthpiece.  Charles would explode after a few moments of
that treatment.  Bob's shaft merely got harder.  Shannon worked him
furiously; she wanted him to cum in her mouth.  It felt like a
perfectly filthy thing to do, and she felt filthy.

Her skirt was up around her waist, her pussy was soaking wet and her
breasts felt like they were on fire.  Bob seemed to know what her body
needed.  His knees buckled and rubbed her swollen nipples.  The
stretchy metallic fabric felt good on his bare skin and was like
hundreds of tiny fingers on hers.  She pulled her hands off of his
cock long enough to undo the front snap bra to let her ample C cups
free.  Her nipples poked through the fabric instantly.

Bob was rocking into her mouth as her insistent tongue drove him to
slam his cock deep into her throat, stretching her out.  He came hard,
grinding into her face.  Pumping one hot load after another into her
sucking mouth.  She swallowed his semen greedily and cleaned him with
her acrobatic tongue.  Slurping on his rod.

Shannon stood and Bob grabbed her sensitive tits though the fabric,
squeezing them roughly.  Shannon looked Bob in the eyes and begged,
"Fuck me."

Bob picked up her slight frame and dropped her on his huge,
pussy-splitting cock.  Shannon screamed out as he reached her limit.
Bob began sliding her up and down on his massive pole.  She was
squealing even while she gasped.  Bob had her by the backs of her
knees and her booted legs dangled free as he pummeled her insides.
There was no friction to slow him down and he began stretching her
deeper and deeper.  Shannon's tits bounced in sync with Bob's manic
pounding.  

He pulled her off of his stick and faced her against the wall.

"This is gonna hurt a little baby."

He buried himself fully into her small, tight snatch from behind.
Again and again.  Each thrust more debilitating than the last.  He
worked her into frenzy.  She pumped on his dick as hard as he was
fucking her.  Her ass was perfect and looking at her incredible tits
bounce drove him to slam into her harder and deeper still.  She could
not contain the animalistic screams that were welling up inside her.
As the Amtrak train barreled through Westchester, New York, Shannon,
Ms. McNally, screamed at the top of her lungs, "Ram your cock in me
you motherfucker.  Break my fucking cunt!  Break me!  Break me!"

Bob did what he could on that count and slammed into her relentlessly
trying to stave off a massive orgasm himself.  Shannon was unnaturally
tight.  Women he had been with before all reacted to his size with
squeals of pleasure but this woman was fucking him like she was
possessed.  Her pussy was strong and it was taking a real beating.
He's never pounded anyone this hard.

"Urrrugh!  Stick me you fucker!  Fuck it!  Fuck it!  Yeah!  Jam it
home!  Bust my cunt!  Ugh! Ugh! I'm yours!  Break me!  Break me!  Rip
me apart!"

She screamed a non-stop stream of filthy language saying things she's
never said, or felt before.  Bob was destroying her from behind.  His
pussy smashing cock was obliterating her demeanor.  He was making her
do this.  He was forcing her to live out a fantasy she didn't know she
had.  He was fucking her mindless.  He screwed on her without end.
She spasmed wildly as she came. She slammed down on his cock hard and
grabbed him with her thin freckled arms to stop the motion.  She sat
impaled on his shaft enjoying the fullness of his raging hard on
inside her, throbbing and hot.  

"Fuck my ass.  Hurt me."

Bob slid out of her clenching vagina with a loud, wet pop.  He wanted
to do this to many women before, but never had the nerve to try.  This
one was begging him to do it to her.  He pushed his cock up and into
her ass cheeks resting the head of his monstrous weapon on her pink
bud.  Using a combination of pushing and pulling her down he broke
into her.

Shannon swooned as her ass was penetrated.  She'd asked for it and now
it was happening.  He continued to deepen his entry with a slow,
persistent push.  Shannon's world flickered in and out, colors flashed
in her mind's eye.  He began to saw in and out of her, ripping her
apart with every movement.  The feeling was indescribable.  It was
engulfing her.  It was as if Bob's cock was filling every part of her
body.  As if he'd jumped into her skin.

The incredible tightness and the feeling of her ass succumbing his
size was intoxicating.  He held her beautiful breasts in his hands and
was surprised to feel wetness on the back of his hands.  Shannon was
drooling on him.  Her tongue wagged out of her mouth.  Her body went
limp as Bob rammed himself fully into her ass.  As he pulled out her
body stiffened and she reached behind her grabbing his head grunting
unintelligibly as he pussy sprayed juices everywhere.  Her feet left
the ground as Bob rammed her.  He flattened her gorgeous ass cheeks as
he pummeled her.  

Orgasms wracked her body and numbed her mind.  Her tiny freckled body
focused only on the man inside of her.  Bob's hands moved off of her
tits and put her in a full Nelson as he made one final ass reaming
thrust into her now exhausted body.  He came, filling her with his hot
cum.  His release into her softened his hard dick immediately and he
pulled out of her now gaping ass.  Bob sat on the toilet pulling
Shannon into him.  She was a mess.

Shannon's body was covered in sweat and their cum.  Her ass leaked his
spunk and her boots were spattered with juices.  She was barely
conscious and her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder.  Bob
continued working on her nipples.  Finally reaching down and merely
touching her engorged clit sent her into an orgasm.  Bob smiled
broadly; he'd fucked this one completely.

Bob stood and began dressing.  Shannon lay limp on the toilet
shuddering as aftershocks of her amazing experience.  Bob cleaned his
thick meat in the sink rubbing all of the spunk off of him.

"Baby you need to get up, we're almost in New York."

"Oh my God, what did you do to me?  I feel so good.  That was the best
ever."

"I don't know what got you so hot but they oughta put that in a
bottle.  You were great.  I never fucked anyone's ass before.  God
that was great."

Shannon tried to stand but her legs gave out.  Bob looked at her
splayed on the bathroom floor of train.  She didn't belong there.
What had made her so horny?  What had driven this schoolteacher to
fuck, in public, so hard?  Bob didn't know the answer but he liked the
result.

Shannon regained her composure and fixed herself up the best she
could.  Her pussy and ass ached from the pounding they'd been through.
She walked tenderly back to her seat.  All eyes were on her; Bob kept
his head down but was smiling.  Women on the train looked at his
crotch and he was stiffening. They sat.  The final 20 minutes of the
train ride Shannon slept soundly against Bob who kept his hand on her
thigh unable to keep his hands off of her gorgeous skin.

Like this one?
ellem@techie.com


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