Message-ID: <35919asstr$1017371402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@typhoon1.nyroc.rr.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3CA37BCB.2AAB2A16@hotmail.com> From: chili Pepper <chilipepper43@hotmail.com> X-Accept-Language: en NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 15:18:28 EST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 20:18:28 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Young Parts 1 and 2 (F/m, F/f) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 22:10:02 -0500 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/Year2002/35919> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates <1st attachment, "Young Part 1.txt" begin> (c) 2002 Chili Pepper. All rights reserved. Comments welcomed to chilipepper43@hotmail.com I am a thirty five year old female, married for five years, but divorced for the past ten. I'd like to share with you the excitement I feel when I'm with a young boy, fourteen to sixteen years old. I first learned of the joys of young men about three years ago. I was living in a small cottage in the suburbs of a major mid-western city. My nextdoor neighbors were a lovely family with four boys aged fifteen, twelve, ten, and eight. They lived on a large plot of land, probably three acres, with a large pool and horse corral. The fifteen year old was responsible for maintaining the lawns and gardens, and when he wasn't hard at work gardening he would swim laps and practice his diving in the pool. I would sit for hours in the window of my sitting room and watch his lithe body working out in the water, or twisting and turning gracefully in studied arches off the diving board. My nipples would grow and throb as I watched him pushing the heavy mower over the lawns, or his thighs ripple as he knelt in the flower bed pulling weeds. I would watch the sweat pour off his back and run down to the waistband of his shorts. I could almost taste the sweetness of his sweat on my tongue, and I would sometimes rub my crotch and lick my fingers as if they carried his sweet sweat. I had been negotiating with my landlords, an elderly couple who were planning to move to Florida, to buy the cottage. While I rented, the old man did all the gardening for me. One day in early June I got a call that they found the perfect house in Naples, and wanted to sell me the cottage ASAP. We closed three weeks later, and I now needed to find someone to take care of the lawn for me. I was watching Jack mow his lawn, and suddenly solved my problem. I walked over to the edge of the property and called out to Jack. When he came over, I asked him in for a glass of iced tea, to discuss a business proposal. When I asked him to care for my lawn, he happily agreed, and said that he would come over the next day. At noon on Sunday, I heard the mower in the front yard, and I strained out the window to watch. I gazed at his firm young body, and felt my nipples strain against the tight halter top I was wearing. After about an hour, he finished the front, and as he was driving the tractor around the back, I ran out and asked him if he'd like an iced tea. He said "Sure," and followed me into the kitchen, where he sat on one of the chairs and watched me make it up. I carried two tall glasses across the room to the table, and placed one in front of him. I gently brushed against his arm when I put it in front of him, and it sent chills down my spine. We gabbed for a while, and I got up to pour another. After I put it on the table I placed my hands on his shoulders and lightly gave him a rub. He told me that felt terrific, as his shoulders and arms were really stiff from the diving competition he had been in Friday night. This encouragement really spurred me on, and I became bolder, rubbing the top of his chest, the front of his shoulders, then down ever so slowly to his nipples. He stretched his arms straight over his head, and I brazenly slid my hands around his sides so I could rub his arm pits and the undersides of his arms whle he held them over his head. He made no effort to stop me, so I just continued to rub slowly and gently from his elbows to his nipples. I could smell the powerful, sweet smell of young boy sweat from under his arms. Until boys turn about eighteen, they still have a sweet, innocent aroma about them; after that, serious sweat smell sets in. But he smelled sweet and sexy, and my nipples were pounding. I asked him if he had ever been this close to a woman before, and he replied that no, he never had, but that he thought he liked it. I took his hand in mine, and pulled him up out of the seat. He was a good six feet tall, to my five foot four inches; his nipples were just below my chin. I gently rubbed his throbbing pectorals, and leaned forward to kiss and lick his nipples. While I sucked and bit them, I slid my hands down his sides to his waist, and left them at the top of his shorts. Slowly, I kissed my way down his sinewy torso, bending my knees until I was kneeling on the floor in front of him, his shorts in front of my face. I slowly leaned forward and breathed deeply, letting the strong aroma of his sweaty crotch fill my nostrils. Leaning further, I touched his shorts, and gently rubbed my face against his fly. I could hear him suck in his breath as I pushed my lips against his stiffening cock. I nibbled at it through the heavy denim material, and took the fold of his fly into my mouth and sucked. The material absorbed the saliva out of my mouth, but I was so excited that it immediately replenished. I slid my hands around to the top of his fly, and unbuttoned his shorts. Slowly pulling the zipper down with my right hand, I slid my left hand into his shorts, and felt the tough curly hairs at the top of pubis. His cock was still stuck down inside the leg of the shorts. I grabbed the top of his shorts with each hand, and gently tugged them down his sides, until his semi-rigid staff came into view. I stopped, and gazed longingly at it, and thought about how sweet it would taste. I slowly slid my right hand down to the base of his cock, and tucked my thumb around it, between his shaft and balls, and gently tugged at his shaft until it popped out of his shorts and stood at full mast in front of my face. I pulled it down so it stuck straight out at my lips, which parted without any prompting, and, of their own volition, slid around the purple head of his cock. I sucked his entire shaft into my mouth, and buried my nose in his fragrant crotch hairs. I was dizzy from the intoxicating smell, and loved the feel of his huge cock-head jammed against the back of my throat. I could feel the pre-come oozing down my throat, and luxuriated in the smell, and feel, and taste of him. Holding his shaft against the back of my throat, I pulled his shorts down to his ankles. I ran my fingers up his legs to his thighs, then around to the base of his taught buttocks, and continuing to the crack between them. I pulled him against my mouth, and began to slide my lips up his shaft. I forgot that this was his first time with a woman; as I slid my lips up his cock, he suddenly tensed and shot a huge stream of come into my mouth. Even if I had been expecting it, I don't think I could have held it all. Swallowing as rapidly as I could I managed to keep a lot of it in my mouth, but I still spilled large globs down my chin onto my halter and bare chest. He continued to spurt come for what seemed to be minutes, and I swallowed all that followed. When he finally stopped coming, I wrapped my hand around his still stiff rod as I pulled it out of my mouth. I looked up into his deep brown eyes, and he gave me a sheepish, little-boy smile. His hard-on was not diminishing at all, and I kept a tight hold on it. With my other hand, I scooped the globs of semen off my chest and rubbed them on his cock. Then I sucked it back into my mouth and cleaned it off again. By this time, my nipples were aching inside my halter. I needed them to be sucked and pinched to take the hurt out of them. My bikini panties were sticking to my slit, and I was oozing down my legs. Taking his cock out of my mouth, I unsteadily rose to my feet. I was dizzy, and my knees were not very stable. I grasped his arm, and leaned my head against his chest. He gently put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his body to steady me. I felt his hard penis against my bare stomach, and my breasts crushed against his. I took a couple of deep breaths and started to feel a bit stronger. His right arm was down by his side and he held me with his left around my shoulders. I slipped my right arm around his waist and led him to the living room. I pushed him to sit down on the sofa, and stepped back from him a couple of feet. I spread my feet apart, clasped my hands behind my neck, and threw my head back, staring at the ceiling. I could feel his eyes caressing my body, and silently stripping my already skimpy clothing off. My nipples were hard as rivets, beads of sweat popped out in my armpits, and literally a stream of liquid ran down the inside of my thighs. Standing straight up again, I slowly and sexily pulled the halter strap down off my left shoulder with my right hand and slid my hand inside the cup, massaging my aching breast and squeezing my nipple. I pulled the cup down and slowly let him see more and more of my breast until it was fully exposed to his view. I spread saliva over my first two fingers and lightly rubbed my nipple, and, raising my left arm over my head, gently caressed my breast and armpit. Changing sides, I repeated the show with my right breast. He was staring intently at me, watching every move. I leaned back again, and slid my hands to the top of my shorts. I gingerly opened the button at the top of my zipper, and then pulled the zipper slowly down all the way and spread the shorts open. I wasn't wearing any panties, so the small tuft of crotch hair was just visible at the base of the zipper. I stood up straight again, and took a couple of small steps towards him, straddling his legs. I took his hands in mine, and placed them at the top of my shorts. He got the idea, and slowly eased the shorts down over my hips, until they were stopped by his legs. He now had a perfect view of my closely cropped tuft of hairs. I shaved my lips smooth, and also the area from my legs in towards the center of my belly, leaving only a narrow tuft of hair at the top of my slit. Leaning forward, I knelt over his legs, and brought his hands up to cup my breasts. He gently rubbed them, and rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I was in heaven, reaching down and wrapping my hand around his stallion's shaft, while he massaged my breasts in his huge hands. Again his inexperience became evident, as he shot another round of come all over my shorts and pussy hair. With my shorts still around mid thigh I couldn't get his cock against my pussy, but his stream of come sure could. I rubbed it all over my belly, and down between my pouting lips. I stood up and pulled my shorts off completely and threw them across the room. I knelt over his crotch again, and leaned forward, guiding my left nipple into his waiting mouth. He sucked hard on it, and bit it between his front teeth. I exploded in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced, shaking all over, and crushing my nipple hard into his mouth, against his teeth. He had a surprised look on his face when I finally subsided and looked into his eyes. I pulled back, and kissed him lightly on the lips, and then told him that it was OK, it was wonderful, it was the best feeling ever. He whispered that he thought he knew what I meant, that I had made him feel great too. His amazing young cock was still at full attention, so I reached down and guided it toward my throbbing pussy. I leaned forward to meet him, and let him slide into the depths of my belly. By now, he was able to hold off coming, but not for long. Within three long slides in and out of my hot tunnel, he came again, this time gasping and trembling all over. He filled me to capacity, and I could feel the slipperiness of his come mixed with my own juices. I stood, then sat beside him and leaned my head down to lick our love juice off his softening rod. Sliding him in and out of my mouth, I prodded him to another hard-on, which he held while I sucked on his shaft and stroked him with my hand. Picking up speed, I moved my mouth and hand in concert up and down his hard tool. With my left hand I rubbed his balls, and slid my hand between his legs toward his anus. He complied with my unspoken request for more space between his legs. I slid my hand up to my mouth, and slid my finger between my lips and lubricated it with a great gob of saliva. Gently sliding my hand back down to his crack, I moved my finger against his sphincter, and slowly pushed. As I passed the second knuckle into his anus, he stiffened again and let another splash of semen into my hungry mouth. This time, though, he wilted quickly, and I lazily sucked on his soft tool until it had shrunk to almost nothing. "I better get back to mowing, or your lawn will never get done," he suddenly said. I sat up, and gave him a long lingering kiss, sharing the salty taste of his own semen with him. "You'll come back again, though, won't you?" I asked. "I sure will," he answered. "I think I can get used to this." [Continued......] <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment, "Young Part 2.txt" begin> (c) 2002 Chili Pepper. All rights reserved. Comments welcomed to chilipepper43@hotmail.com Jack and I had many afternoons together during the summer months that followed our first liaison. But when fall came around and school started up again, I naturally saw less of him than before. He would come by on Saturday afternoons when he wasn't at football games, and we would fuck and suck our brains out. As fall turned to winter, though, even our Saturday afternoons became fewer and farther between. Finally, one afternoon, I asked him point blank what was happening to us, and he told me that he had a girlfriend, and really didn't feel comfortable with both of us. "I'd like to meet her," I told him, and he grudgingly agreed to bring her by next Saturday. On the next Saturday, I spent the morning in the bathroom, making sure that I was perfect in appearance. I took a long, hot bath, and shaved my armpits and legs perfectly smooth, and made sure that the narrow tuft of hair over my pussy was neatly trimmed, and my belly smooth as silk. I washed my hair, and steamed my face, then did my nails, both fingers and toes, and then dressed in the softest silk lace panties, soft bra, see-through chemise blouse, and a loose fluffy skirt. I wore open sandals with no stockings, and rubbed lotion deep into my legs so they would be soft and smooth. I had shopped Friday night, and had bought champagne and orange juice to make mimosas. I nervously paced the cottage, from kitchen to livingroom to bedroom and back over and over again. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Jack and Lisa were standing at the front door. I opened it, and invited them in. Lisa was a real knockout, much prettier than I would ever be. She was tall, about five foot seven, with long blond hair which hung down her back to the top of her buttocks. She had a full, round face, not chubby, but perfectly formed, with a slightly turned up nose, full pouting lips, and deep azure eyes. Her breasts were full, probably BB or C, and a 34 inch chest, which flowed into a narrow 26 inch waist, and blossomed out into 32 inch hips. She was very conservatively dressed, in a long tweed skirt, white blouse with lace lined buttons all the way up to her neck, a matching tweed jacket, and stockinged legs tucked into tight closed shoes. She wore tiny opal earrings in her pierced ears, a gold brooch on her lapel, and a matching opal ring on her right hand. After the introductions were complete, I offerred them a mimosa, and they jumped at the offer. We sat in the livingroom chatting about the town, and school, and growing up, and dating, and sex, and the future. They had been going out together since school started, had gotten into some heavy petting, but had not had sex. Jack commented that the high school wrestling team was in the state championships on TV, and wondered if we could watch for a while. I said sure, so we moved into the den and turned on the set. I poured more mimosas all around, about the fourth round so far, and we settled down to watch and critique the matches. Watching these young boys in hand to hand combat was a real turn-on for me, almost as much as fucking Jack had been. My nipples were growing hard and beginning to ache, and I thought I could detect a similar reaction in Lisa. She squirmed close to Jack, and kept grinding her thighs together. From time to time, she would look over at me and I saw deep into her young eyes and felt a strong attraction to her. I got up to go into the kitchen to pour another round of mimosas, and on the way I managed to knock the cable out of the wall in the kitchen where it fed the TV in the den. "Damn!" Jack shouted, "the reception is out." "Well, why don't you check the box on the side where it comes in and see if everything is OK," I suggested. He unhappily put his jacket back on, and went outside to check the connections. I brought the drinks back into the den and sat on the sofa beside Lisa, instead of in the chair where I had been sitting. I leaned forward, close to Lisa, and smelled her young perfume. Looking deep into her eyes, I saw a look of wonderment, and maybe just a little embarrassment. She sat transfixed, returning my longing gaze. I slowly lifted my right hand to the back of her neck, and pulled her lips close to mine. I gently touched her mouth with mine, and ever so slowly licked her parting lips with the tip of my tongue. I slowly pulled her closer, and kissed her harder and harder. I placed both of my hands behind her neck, and twisted her head back against the sofa, and continued to kiss her as if there would be no tomorrow. I pushed her hair aside, and kissed her neck. She slowly took a deep breath, and her breasts heaved. With my left hand, I took her right hand and lifted it behind her neck, and moved my face so that I could bury my nose in her armpit. She smelled heavenly, and I sucked her smell deep into my lungs. I grabbed her right hand in mine, and held it behind her neck, and slid my left hand down her shoulder and around into her armpit. I rubbed her armpit and took deep smells of her, and then slowly slid my hand around to cup her full breast. I moved my fingers around to her buttons, and opened her blouse, one button at a time, leaving the top button closed, holding the collar tight around her soft neck. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and when I got to her skirt, I pulled her blouse out and finished off the last two buttons. I pushed the blouse away from her snow-white torso, exposing her downy armpits to full view. I leaned down again, and this time I kissed and licked the soft downy hairs under her arms, letting my tongue trail out of her armpits to the edge of her bra. Reaching around her back, I unsnapped her bra, and gently put my lips on her nipple. I sucked gently for a while, then crushed my teeth against her stiff nipple. All the while, I was squeezing her breast flesh in my hand. Growing more brazen, I let my right hand rest on her thigh and slowly pulled the material of her skirt up. Feeling no resistance, I slid my hand under her skirt, and up between her thighs. She still offerred no resistance as I slid my hand higher and higher, until I cupped her steamy mound in my hand. As I rubbed her soft femininity, she purred like a kitten, and melted into my arms. She was hot, and I was at least as hot. I rubbed her like there was no tomorrow, and she gently shuddered and groaned as her orgasm overtook her. We suddenly heard Jack's heavy footstep on the porch. Lisa jumped up and ran into the lavatory to put herself back together. Jack apologized, but couldn't find any problem with the wires outside. When Lisa returned, he said that they had probably already overstayed their welcome, so they got their coats on and left. My heart was still racing, so I poured another mimosa for myself, and went upstairs. I drew a hot bath, threw my clothes on the bed, and slid into the steamy tub. After soaking for an hour or more, I put myself into bed. Very early the next morning, before I had really awakened, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock, and saw it was only 7:30. "That must be Jack, again, at long last!" I thought. I threw my robe over my lacy teddy, and ran to the front door. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw Lisa, not Jack, standing there. "Can I come in?" she asked softly. "I hope I'm not intruding." Clearly the confusion showed on my face. "Oh, sure, come on in," I said. "I really wasn't expecting you." She smiled at me, and said that yesterday had been one of the most exciting days of her life. "Do you have any more champagne?" she asked. "Do I have more! I think I bought a whole case yesterday, and we only had two bottles." "I'd like another of those mimosas, and I'd like to see how you make them." Lisa wore the same long coat from Saturday, which she peeled off and threw on the sofa. She was wearing a long lacy white robe, but it didn't look like there was much under it. Her nipples punched against the soft material, so I knew she didn't wear a bra. I took her hand, and led her into the kitchen. She stood very close to me while I poured half orange juice and half champagne into the glasses. I handed hers to her, and she held her hand out to me. Looking me straight and deep in the eyes, she toasted "To love." "To love," I answered. "I'd like to see your bedroom," she whispered. "OK, come with me," I said. I took her hand again, and led her up the stairs and into my bedroom. I set my drink down on the night stand; Lisa casually walked around the room, feeling very comfortable. Soon she strolled over to the corner of the bed where I sat, and sat beside me. She put her left arm around my shoulders, and gently placed her right hand on my cheek. She softly caressed my face, and ran her fingers through my hair, and around my earlobe, and down my neck to my collarbone, and ever so gently back again. She slid her hand along my jaw to my chin, then softly rubbed her finger in light circles around my lips; back and forth; up and down; around and around. She ran her hand down my neck, and back up, and gripped my chin in her hand, and pulled it around to face her. She leaned slowly forward, opened her lips, and gently brushed them against mine. She lightly ran them over my mouth, just as she had with her fingers, just barely brushing against me. She drew back slightly, and eased her tongue out between her lips, and then went back to lightly caressing my hot lips with her moist tongue. She again slid her hand down my neck, gently caressing my skin. When she reached the top of my chest, she ran her fingers lightly over my chest to my shoulder, then to my other shoulder. Back and forth she teased me, sometimes stopping to brush my hair back off my shoulders, or to lightly caress my earlobes.Then she began to let her fingers trail ever so slightly downward across my chest, slightly lower and lower, until she just brushed the top of the rise of my breasts. On the next pass, she stopped at my cleavage, and slowly lowered her hand to gently circle my breast with her fingertips. She drew little figure eights around my breasts, just brushing the bottoms, then circling around to the top of the other. Round and round she went, slowly narrowing the circles on each pass, until she was rubbing my nipples in tight circles each time. She slid her hand under my left breast and cupped it in her palm, and began gently but rhythmically squeezing it, sliding her hand around my flesh and squeezing my taught, hot nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She then slid her hand around to the right breast and repeated the caress. Lisa was still teasing my mouth with her soft lips and moist tongue when she pulled back on my shoulder and pushed back against my breast. I allowed her to lay me on my back on the bed, her arm still around my shoulders. I extended my arms out over my head as my back gently hit the mattress. With her right hand she pushed the material of my robe off to the sides, exposing my torso to her curious eyes. The teddy was now pulled tight against my body, instead of hanging loose off my chest. She slid her hand to my cleavage and slowly unbuttoned the teddy, and pulled it apart to expose my heaving breasts. She leaned forward and down to my armpit, and, licking her tongue, gently licked my underarm from my elbow to the rise of my breast, then licked back again. As she slid her mouth up and down my armpit, she gently nibbled at my skin, then sometimes took little bites at my underarm. "You smell wonderful, and taste as good!" she exclaimed. She stopped in the middle of my underarm, and sucked on my skin, then she resumed her rhythmical licking and sucking. Her little bites sent fire through my nipples, down my tight belly into my loins. My nipples were crying out for a hard bite, standing hard and proud on my chest. My breath was quick and shallow; I could feel the sticky wetness between my legs running onto the bedspread. I longed to feel her hot tongue set fire to my clit, but I didn't want her to stop what she was doing either. She kept sliding her hot mouth up and down my underarm, until she suddenly swooped around and licked her way in a great arc under my breast and up to my nipple. She swirled her tongue around the tight rosebud, and engulfed it in her hot mouth, crushing her lips against my areole, and biting hard on my nipple. She let go long enough to lick another arc under my left breast and sucked hard on its nipple. She leaned over me and began the same licking and sucking on my left armpit. As she lay against me, I could feel the hardness of her nipples press against me, through the material of her robe. "She's hot!" I thought to myself. "I hope she never stops!" She continued for what seemed an eternity, alternating her sucking among my armpits and nipples. She held my right arm over my head with her left hand, and balanced herself with her right. Slowly, she leaned on me, and slid her right hand down the lacy teddy towards my aching hole. She gently rubbed my wet mound, and the material stuck to my skin. She eased her fingers under the material of the teddy, and stroked my smooth belly from the base of my breast to the top of my hot slit. She moved her hand up to open her robe, and slid her right leg up my thigh, then down between my legs, prying gently against my mock resistance. I could feel the heat of her crotch as her leg penetrated further between mine, and closer to the seat of my firey passion. She slowly began to rock her body, bringing her pussy into harder contact with my thigh. She stopped sucking my nipples, and moved her face up to mine. Looking deep into my eyes, she pressed her lips against mine, and shot her tongue deep into my waiting mouth. She pressed herself tightly against me, and began to gently tremble. As she kissed me harder, and stuck her tongue further down my throat, she shook harder and harder, and squeezed my body with her right arm. She ran her hand up into my left armpit and pulled herself tightly against me. She was shaking like a leaf, quivering from head to toe. I had never seen anything like this before, but I had not been with many women before, either. She humped hard against my leg, and her shaking increased in intensity. Her humping became a rhythmical body wave, and her orgasm totally consumed her. With each grind of her pelvis against me, the size of the wave increased, until she was lifting her thighs high in the air, then crashing down against my leg. She held me immobilized under her body, and finally reached a thunderous crescendo. She grabbed my leg tightly between hers, and ground her pussy in great circles against me. Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, and she collapsed on top of me. Her breathing came in great, deep sighs. She closed her eyes, and held me so tightly I could hardly breathe. I slipped my arm down around her shoulder, and gently squeezed her. I pulled her snugly against me, and with my left hand caressed her flaxen hair. I let her rest for a few minutes, then I whispered into her ear "Let's take a nice hot bath." I drew a hot tub of water, while Lisa went down to make another round of mimosas for us. I poured a cup of bubble bath in, and watched the foam fill the tub. Lisa returned in a minute, and placed the glasses on the floor beside the tub. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and pulled my body close to hers. She slid her hands up my back, and gently pressed her breasts against mine, rubbing her nipples against my breasts. We climbed into the tub, and caressed each other all over. I guided her hand to my pussy, and let her take over from there. She caressed my lips every so gently, slowly parting them with her fingers, and gradually let her fingers wander into my waiting hole. She slid in easily, and I gasped as her palm rubbed my pelvis and her finger hit my cervix. She continued slowly caressing me, and finally found my love button with her thumb. She began to rub it in a tight circular motion, and I exploded. After a minute, I relaxed a little, but was ready to continue immediately. We embraced, and rubbed our breasts together, and kissed each other deeply. We couldn't get enough of each others' bodies. Lisa rolled onto her right side and lifted her left leg into the air. I rolled onto my left side, and slid down between her legs until our pussies met. We both began to grind in a slow rhythm together. I had never experienced such intense feelings as I did at that moment. My leg began to quiver and shake, and I had to drop it down on Lisa's. She was trembling also, and we simultaneously burst into shattering orgasms. Again and again, the waves of intense spasms rocked our bodies. Each time the orgasm began to subside, we would grind once more, and set our bodies off again. It only took a couple of minutes, even though it felt like light years, for us to become totally wasted. We slumped against each other, lavishing the feel of the hot foamy water, and each other's firm, tight, female body. Finally, I wanted to get a bit more comfortable, so I got out of the tub, and extended my hand to Lisa. She climbed out with me, and we gently dried each other off. I picked up our mimosas, and handed Lisa's to her, then took her other hand and led her back to the bedroom. We toasted again, then set the glasses down on the nightstands, rolled together in a snug embrace in the center of the bed, and drifted off in a deep sleep. I awoke several hours later, alone in the bed. There was a brief note on Lisa's, pillow. "Thank you so much. I love you, but I'm late already. Can I come back Tuesday after school? I'll stop by, and see if you're in. Thanks. Lias" <2nd attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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