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From: putnamboy@aol.com (Putnamboy)
Subject: {ASSM} A Party With Sue (nc, bd, rp)
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 15:10:02 -0400
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A Party With Sue (nc, bd, rp)

Notice: The following is a fiction, a work of erotica, and is meant for those
of legal age and inclination in their jurisdicions.  If you are not of age, or
if this is illegal where you are, please do not read any further.

If you have a comment, email me at putnamboy@aol.com.

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I saw her for the second time at a party. I knew who she was because she'd gone
out for a while with a friend of mine; she didn't know me. She didn't know
anybody at the party, actually - she was so smashed she could hardly stand up.
Her eyes were crossed, she was so pissed.

She was looking pretty good, though. It was a costume party, and I guess she'd
come as some sort of 1920s flapper. But those 20s chicks used to be pretty flat
chested - Sue was a complete failure there. She had a massive pair and there
was nothing she could wear to disguise it. I liked the tits, and I liked the
silvery glitter-stockings she was wearing, too. There was a blue boa over her
shoulders, and a band around her head, just wide enough to cover the forehead.
It was the band, actually, that got me thinking -- it reminded me of a
blindfold.

That and the fact that I saw her making for the front door. God, I thought,
nobody in her condition should be driving home. It was altruism that drove me,
I guess. I followed her out the door. It was kind of dark in the hallway and no
one saw me leaving just behind her.

I followed her down the steps and out to the darkened street. I watched her
stagger to a parked car. I made my move after she'd taken her keys out. "Whoa"
I said, "you're in no shape to drive!" I plucked the keys from her hand and
unlocked the passenger door. She looked at me uncomprehendingly. I opened the
door. "Who...", she said, and then, "what do you think..."

I looked to the right and left. No one there on the darkened street. I reached
up and punched her hard right in the nose. She fell into the front seat,
bumping her head on the roof on the way down. She lay there with her legs
sticking out. I picked them up and swung them into the car, then shut the door.

Once in the driver's seat I went through her purse. I found the driver's
license and the address. If she had a roommate, I was just a Good Samaritan
driving her home. And if she didn't...

We were at her house in ten minutes. I got out and opened the door for her; she
was completely out of it, with a little trail of blood from her nose. I wiped
it off with a handkerchief. It was a lot of work, but I finally got her out of
the car and standing with her arm over my shoulders. I staggered along with her
to the front door of the house. It was an older three-story home that had been
divided up into apartments; her name was over the bell for apartment 3. Okay,
top floor, I thought, here we go. I unlocked the door and dragged her in with
me.

My plan was in the toilet if we saw anyone on the way up. I had to come and go
completely unrecognized. I began the long, slow climb up the steps.

In a few minutes we were standing outside of what I hoped was her apartment. I
tried a couple different keys before I found one that worked. Suddenly, the
door swung open and we were inside. It was an awful chance I'd taken, but I'd
made it!

I secured the door, turned on the lights and made my way to her bedroom. I let
her collapse face down on the bed. She began to snore! I made my way through
the rest of the apartment. No roommate, no sign of a second person. I thought
she lived alone, but now I was sure.

I went back into the bedroom, took off her coat and removed the blue boa from
her shoulders. I yanked the cloth band around her forehead down over her eyes.
I opened the top drawer of her dresser and found a couple of pairs of
pantyhose. I flipped her over onto her back. I held both of her wrists
together, then wrapped the pantyhose tightly around them. I used a second pair
to secure her bound wrists to the headboard. 

I went foraging through the apartment looking for some rope or tape. I found a
roll of duct tape in a kitchen junk drawer and brought it back to her bedroom.
I lifted her head up off the bed and held it there with a fistful of her hair.
I jammed a pair of dirty panties I had found next to the bed into her mouth,
then I began to wrap the duct tape all the way around her head to tightly
secure the panties in her mouth. She was starting to come around during this,
probably from the pain. She was moaning now, softly under the tape.

I lifted her legs up off the bed and pushed them all the way back to the
headboard; her dress slid all the way up to her waist. I could see her
pantyhosed ass, the gusset at her crotch, and underneath a pair of black sheer
panties. I slid two pillows underneath her ass and then let her legs sink back
to the bed. I took two remaining pairs of hose and tied each ankle to a leg at
the bottom of the bed. I pulled very tight on the hose and her legs were widely
spread.

She was now completely secured, arched over the pillows, spread-eagled with her
crotch angled for cock. I knelt between her legs and used a kitchen knife to
tear her dress all the way up the front. I tore the remaining strips of it off
her shoulders. Her tits were barely restrained by a black sheer bra; I could
clearly see the dark patches of her nipples. I ripped it off with the knife.

I read the tag on the back of the bra: 36DD. And very nice, very firm even now
with her on her back. They only sagged slightly to each side. I twisted her
nipples and listened to her cry under the gag. They began to stiffen and I
twisted them harder. She moaned, so I twisted them again. This was really
turning me on.

I took an Ace bandage I'd found under the bathroom sink and began to wrap it
tightly around one of her tits. Soon it was bound into a tight and rigid
cylinder that began to purple almost immediately. I bound the other one as
well. Now in addition to pinching and twisting her nipples I began to slap them
around, getting in some good swipes and watching them rebound from the blows
and joggle back and forth on her chest. All this fun was making my dick really
hard.

My goodness, I regretted not having the camera! It was so sexy seeing this
bitch -- who had dropped my friend without a second thought -- totally in my
power. A rather stupid woman, an incipient alcoholic, but equipped with
magnificient breats, a tight sopping cunt, and a skilled mouth under the right
circumstances (or so the rumour had it.)  She was securely tape-and-panty
gagged, blindfolded, her massive tits rigidly bound and purple with the nipples
stiff, her arms and legs tightly secured with her pantyhose to her headboard
and bedposts. In the middle, arched over the strategic pile of pillows and
glittering in the light like a Christmas present, was the silvery
pantyhose-covered cunt that was going to be mine in just a few more moments.

I used the knife to cut a hole in the pantyhose right at her crotch. Once I had
a hole I stuck my fingers in and pulled hard, widening it. I cut the panties
off and pulled them out through the hole. Now her hairy cunt was right in front
of my face. I leaned down and gave it a sniff, then buried my tongue in her
cunt. After about fifteen minutes, in spite of herself, she was considerably
moistened. 

During all this her moans and her wriggling round on the bed had kept me stiff;
in fact, I was as hard as I'd ever been, harder even than the time I'd raped
that high school English teacher. (God, how she had moaned while I rammed it up
her asshole!)

I unzipped my jeans and let my hard cock pop out. I leaned over the tied bitch
and ran the tip of it up and down her snatch. She was well lubed, no matter how
she felt about the present situation. I lowered my mouth down next to her ear.
"You know what comes next, don't you cunt? My cock is so hard. I can't wait to
shoot my cum up inside of you. You'll love it, won't you? You filthy, filthy
bitch." Then I bit one of her distended nipples, hard. She writhed around as
best she could, but she couldn't move much. I leaned down again to her ear. "It
was the stockings, bitch. The stockings you wore. You were asking for it, now
you're going to get it."

I knelt upright and put one hand around my cock. I positioned it between the
protruding lips of her cunt. I moved forward until just the tip was inside.
Then I got down on my arms again, and with one quick shove I was buried up to
my balls in Sue's cunt. She was as tight as my friend had told me. I began to
fuck her steadily. I had already cum that day while looking at a video I had
made of a my last assault - an 18 year-old lifeguard who had stayed a little
too late after work. (Too bad I'd forgotten to bring the camera tonight!) In
any case I was rock hard but in no hurry to shoot, even though the whole scene
was very stimulating. I kept fucking her with long hard steady strokes.

After about fifteen minutes and lots of variation in speed - sometimes I'd just
stop altogether, and then suddenly ram it in ten or twenty times as quick as I
could --- I decided it was time to cum. I employed a little trick I learned
back in high school. I leaned over and closed her nostrils with my fingers. She
was now completely blocked for air. Her body began to react, and in a few
seconds fucking her was like trying to ride a rodeo bronco! Of course, this was
very stimulating and resulted in the deepest and roughest penetration yet!

I then began to cum in Sue's cunt, shooting big gobs of it up there. I was
pleased that I had so much spunk left. In fact, it turned out there was enough
to cum up her asshole as well, two hours later, after I had walked back to the
party to put in an alibi appearance and get my car. 

It even turned out there was enough spunk to cum again in her mouth just before
dawn. I give her all the credit; she was so sexy as she pleaded with me to stop
after I'd taken the tape off her mouth. Just looking at her there, kneeling on
the floor in front of me, still in her stockings, rigid tied tits sticking out,
hands tightly bound behind her back -- I just couldn't stop myself from
stiffening again.

In fact she was so good I kept her tied up there for a week, fucking her again
and again whenever I had a moment to stop by. The last time was the best,
giving it to her up the ass while she was tied to each corner of the bed. I
felt the cum rising up in my balls, so I tightened a nylon stocking around her
neck while she convulsed in a desperate struggle for breath. Her buttocks kept
contracting in a really stimulating way as I shot a last big load up Sue's ass.

I'd love to show you the video sometime. It's very arousing.

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