Message-ID: <40040asstr$1040656203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <Xns92ED2A05F8A61leowulfsofthome@192.168.0.143> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 11:05:56 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Sleep Over (FMM, femdom, oral, anal, rom) Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 10:10:03 -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/Year2002/40040> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge {ASSM} Sleep Over (FMM, femdom, oral, anal, rom) by Leowulf Warning: This story may offend small minded bigots. Don't repost this story except on usenet for free. *** Sleep Over "That's a great idea!" "'Course it is." Sol Goldman high-fived his friend. "Face it, Mikey, we're geniuses!" The doorbell rang upstairs. The two men ignored it, intent instead on the blueprint spread out on the table in front of them. They made notes on the blueprint and congratulated each other, until the door to the basement opened. Mike and Sol looked up to see Gloria, Mike's wife, fill the doorway. "Time to come home, Mikey," she said. "But Gloria," the disappointed man replied. "We've just started to make some real progress here!" "Now, young man!" Gloria giggled as she stepped away from the doorway. The two men plodded up the stairs, into the living room. Their wives stood in front of the big picture window, half silouetted, the snowy afternoon framing the two shapely women like a halo. The men stopped, admiring the beauty of the two women. "Put our eyes back in your heads, boys,"smiled Esther, Sol's wife. "We've got to leave now if we're gonna get to the PTA meeting on time. Damn beaurocrats here won't reschedule for a natural disaster." "It's just some snow, dear," Sol offered. "Besides, they're used to driving in it." "Well I'm not, sweetheart, so lets get going." "Actually ladies," Mike broke in. "We'd like to stay in tonight, knock out some more work." Gloria strode over to him. She reached up and took his face in her hands. "Now, Mikey, is this just your way of saying you'd rather not listen to us hens cluck all night long?" That was part of it. Mike didn't relish the thought of sitting there while a crowd of ladies came up with ideas on how to spend an outrageous amount of tax revenue and still ask for more. But he and Sol had just had a major breakthrough and he wanted to exploit it. "I just want us to impress the boss on Monday. Just three or four more hours and I think we can make some real progress." Gloria let go of Mike. He could tell she was disappointed not to have him along, but she'd never interfere with his work. "Well, if it's important to you..." "I'll stay with them, Gloria," offered Esther with a smile. "Make sure everything's all right." "That's ok, Esther." Mike said, sharply. He was a bit offended. To lighten things up he added with a laugh, "we don't need a babysitter." "That's good, because the twins are out tonight." Esther's eyes bored into Mike. "I'm just here to fetch and carry for you he-men, while you do your important work." "Where are B and D?" asked Gloria. "At Sandy's house." She finally looked away from Mike. "She's got them double-teaming little Pete, while they're out." "Good," said Gloria. She wryly added. "They've been needing "out" since we all moved in." "Well, it's not quite like that." Esther waved her hand dismissively. "But we can gossip later. You'd better get the kids in the car and get to school." "Ok, sister." Gloria gently pried Esther's baby Henry from her own six- year-old daughter, and picked up her little Sammy. "I won't be able go get back after the meeting in this snow, can he just sleep over tonight?" "Cool - a sleep over!" Sol beamed. "Let's break out the booze and party hardy!" "No booze, no floozies, no staying up late." Gloria smiled wryly as she looked up into Mike's brown eyes. She took his hand in one of hers. "And please listen to Esther, ok my love? She is in charge tonight." She kissed his hand. "You're much too mature to speak sharply to my friends, Mr Slovenic, and too good a guest to disregard their rules." She stood closer to Mike, and he could smell her sweet perfume. She licked his fingertips, her eyes smoldering. "I'm glad I can trust my relationship with my friends to your capable hands. I love you so much!" When her lips met his, Gloria's kiss was part show of love, part benediction. Being told how important it was to his wife that he get along with her best friend made Mike feel put on the spot. He laughed it off. "Don't worry, Gloria. We're all friends here and still will be in the morning." Gloria gave Sam to Mike to kiss goodnight and asked Esther, "what time should I pick him up?" "Why don't I just call you?" Mike butted in. Both women ignored him. "B and D will be dropped off around 9. I'll have breakfast ready about then; bring along some orange juice and we'll have breakfast together." Sol looked up from the floor, where he was changing Henry's diaper. "Assuming you don't mind soy protien, instead of real sausage," he added. Esther continued, "Just remember, sister: push for the expanded music arts program. Even if it means more taxes, it's worth it for the kids." "Don't worry, hon." Gloria took Sammy from Mike's arms. "I can argue with the best of them." She addressed her next words to both Mike and Esther, but Mike had a feeling they were meant more for him. "Just take good care of my man. As far as I'm oncerned, he's yours as much as Sol is tonight." *** Mike and Sol returned to the sanctuary of the basement. They examined the blueprints, completed their revisions, and were sailing right along until they crashed into the local planning ordinances. By this time, it was becoming late, and the men were becoming tired and irritable. "Why don't we just not worry about restrooms in the extension," said Sol. After all, how many people are in the new working group?" "According to Ms Regina, about 30," Mike mused. "That's too many to make them run back and forth to building 20." "Why don't we just put in space for them, and file a petition for a variance?" "The way the women here are afraid of hurting the climate, that will take months. By then everything will be behind schedule, and our butts will be in a sling." "This extension was just a bad idea," Sol groused. "You should never have pushed for it." "It was YOUR idea!" Mike was aware that his tall form was a bit intimidating when he raised his voice, but at this point was past caring. "You just didn't think it through." "But YOU pushed for it, trying to score brownie points with Ms Regina!" Sol pushed his friend away from him. "And now we're screwed!" "Hey, hands of the threads, shorty!" Mike pushed back. "Who are you calling short, you big lummox!" "Pardon me, gentlemen." The two men turned to see Esther standing between them. Her long, black hair was glossy, and shone like a halo around her head and shoulders. Her blouse was unbuttoned, her very large breasts pushing the fabric aside. Her large, brown nipples were wet, shined in the basement's light. She smiled as the two friends were rendered speechless by the sight of her. "Would you please help me?" "Um, sure Esther." Mike glanced at his friend, to confirm that he too saw his wife with her tits exposed. "What, what can we do for you?" "Well, as usual," Esther began, reaching up and brushing her hair back from her face, an action that Mike thought made her tits look even bigger. "Henry's had his before-bedtime meal." Mike was shocked to see her punctuate her sentence by caressing her weighty breasts. "And now he's asleep." Mike was thrilled and uncomfortable when Esther reached out to the two friends, taking their hands in hers. "And he didn't finish his supper. She stepped forward, while pulling the men to her. "My breasts are still so full of mother's milk that they are uncomfortable." Mike was even more shocked when she brought her hands back to her tits, allowing both men to cup one of her breasts in one hand. "Please may I share the rest of my milk with you?" Mike and Sol looked at each other, their argument forgotten, the hard feelings vanished. They were two friends who happened to be fondling a beautiful lady's breasts, being propositioned by her. "Um, wow Esther. I don't know," said Sol. "Esther, I don't think--" began Mike. "Please, sirs." She was still smiling, an inviting smile, still letting them fondle her breasts, soft, milk-heavy and lovely. "I know you are both good men, and I know I can trust you to help me." Leaving their hands on her breasts, Esther reached up and caressed both men's cheeks. "Besides, I can tell you both like the idea, and that's the right attitude." She ran her fingers through the men's hair, Mike's thick and black, Sol's balding. "Mother's milk is good for you, and nursing is always good." This she punctuated by stepping so close and pulling the men even closer, so her breasts actually grazed both men's chests. "You can make me feel better, and it'll make you both feel good, too!" As Esther led her men up the stairs, their thwarted plans fought briefly for their attention, but the project was remote and unpleasant, while Esther was so close the friends could smell her perfume, and she was so lovely, and her ass swayed invitingly under her skirt as she climbed in front of them. By the time they reached the living room, all thought of their project and their argument had vanished. Esther was the center of the their attention. She turned, her open blouse framing her large, full breasts, and she walked backward, pulling the men to follow her. Her breasts bounced so nicely as she collapsed onto the sofa. The men allowed her to pull them to their knees in front of her. Mike was actually salivating at the thought of suckling her breasts. Then Esther managed to shock him yet again. "My dears, I must ask one last favor." She began. After both husband and friend nodded their assent, she asked, " would you two please remove your clothes?" Both men were speechless for a second. Before they could find the words to object, Esther quickly explained. "Here I've been almost naked in front of you for a while now, my breasts exposed to you." At this, she again fondled her large breasts, drawing the attention of the men to them. Mike swallowed to keep from drooling. "My nakedness has turned you both on so much that, candidly, I'm uncomfortable." Again, she arranged her hair, again Mike's attention was fixated on her enormous tits. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd be very grateful if I wasn't the only one here naked in front of friends." "Esther," began Sol. "Honey, I've seen and admired your handsome body for almost 14 years now, and I know you are proud of what good shape you're in." Mike opened his mouth, but Esther stopped his words with a look. "Mike, you're my best friend's husband, and my good friend. I know I can trust you." She took his hand in hers. "I'm glad to have a good friend like you, who wouldn't make me be naked by myself." She leaned back on the couch, her posture at once comfortable and open, her expression one of gratitude mixed with an imperiousness that gave Mike butterflies in his stomach. "Remove your clothes now." Of their own accord, Mike's hands went to work. His muscle memory overriding his inner turmoil. On the one hand, the only woman he'd been naked in front of since becoming an adult was Gloria, and his own learned modesty made being naked in front of a woman unthinkable. But on the other hand, he was very willing to be the gentleman for her, live up to her gratitude and admiration. In short, he wanted to please Esther. Before he was had settled the question, he found himself standing naked in front of his best friend's wife, his friend also naked. He glanced at Esther, met her eyes and blushed. Esther did not mention their bodies, did not react as though the two friends being naked in front of her was anything other than natural and expected. Instead she refocused their attention on her body, specifically, her heavy, milk-full breasts. "I was considering the best way to feed you darlings, and I found the one way that will work best, make both of you and me also comfortable." With that almost-imperious expression that so captured Mike's attention, Esther pointed at the floor near her feet. "Kneel, my dears." Mike was naked, on his knees in front of a beautiful woman with huge tits, about to be fed her breast-milk. His friend was there too, and it was seeing his friend that made Mike realize something. Both Sol and himself were both erect, their hard cocks pointed at Esther, the object of their desire. He blushed a deeper red. "It's ok, Mikey." Mike felt Esther's hand on his shoulder. It was comforting. "I love my Sol, and I love you, my friend Mikey." She turned his head and he fell into her warm, brown eyes. "An erection is perfectly natural, even expected, when a boy is being breastfed. Sammy and Henry routinely have hard little penises when they are being fed. So does Sol. And so do you. It just means you're normal." Esther tousled his hair. "Ok, Mikey?" Mike was still a bit unsure, but looking into Esther's loving eyes, seeing her friendly smile, he couldn't help but smile back. "Ok, Esther." "Now boys," Esther held out her arms to the two friends. "Let me cuddle you, and I will feed you." She gathered Mike and Sol to herself, arranged both so that they knelt, resting against her as she rested on the sofa, with their heads at just the right height for her breasts. She moved each in turn, pushing her nipples into their mouths. Following a reflex older than memory, Mike began to nurse at the breast of his friend's wife. Her milk started a few seconds later. It was warm and delicious! Each time he sucked, Esther filled his mouth with something that was far better than he thought any food or drink could taste. And just the very act of nursing was so relaxing. Mike lay completely limp in Esther's arms as she fed him her breast. He looked up into her eyes, and felt more in love with her than he though he could feel toward any person. He noticed Sol nursing at her other breast. His glasses were off and he looked so peaceful, so serene. Mike felt a brotherhood with him that transcended their long friendship. As if the experience of being breastfed by this wonderful woman were not the best that could happen, Esther managed once again to surprise him. As she fed the two friends, she also moved her legs, subtly but rythmically, against their penises, drawing them both to a fever pitch of lust. Still nursing reflexively, Mike looked up at her. Oddly, the mischievous, playful expression she bore made him feel better about her getting him off while feeding him her breastmilk. Their sexual play gave a context to this pleasure that complimented the more basic pleasure of her giving him suck. That she was likewise stimulating his best friend while also feeding him her breast made their sex play seem all the more appropriate to him. The experience was somehow complete when Esther leaned forward and kissed both Mike and Sol on their foreheads as they were suckling at her breasts. All too soon, Esther's milk was finished. Mike was surprised for a second that her tits were still very large. She stood then. "Now boys," Esther said. "I've given both of you my milk, my love and my affection." She reached down, stroking both of the kneeling friends as she continued. "All I ask in return is that you make me feel good." She reached under her skirt and dropped her panties. Mike was spellbound as she picked up her panties, soaking wet with the dew of her arousal, and stroked his face with them. "You want to make Ms Esther feel good, Mikey?" "Yes ma'am." The words came unbidden. Mikey couldn't conceive of not wanting Ms Esther to feel good. Ms Esther was facing Mikey. She pivoted on her waist and, using panties and soothing, maternal voice, cast the same spell on Sol. In short order, both males were eager to please her. Esther spread her legs, still towering over their kneeling figures. "You first, my little hubby," she said to Sol, and pushed his face up into her ass. "Oh, ooh!" She sighed. That's right little boy," she murmered. "Make Mommy feel good!" While Sol was busy behind her, Esther grabbed Mikey by his hair. "Now you, little Mikey," she encouraged. "Make Ms Esther feel good!" She pulled Mikey to her drenched pussy. At first, she just rubbed his face against herself, using his face to get herself off as he breathed in her scent, as Sol kept tongue-kissing her anus. Then she became more insistent. "That's it," she cooed. Ms Esther likes Mikey to lick her clitoris." She moaned softly as she kept his lips to her clit. "Oh yes," she purred. "Mikey is a good little pussy-eater." Ms Esther turned her upper body so she could better direct Sol's efforts. "That's right, little Sol, kiss Mommy's ass." She moaned more loudly, using one hand to keep Mikey in place, the other pressing Sol hard against her ass. "OHH!" She cried out. "OOOOH!" Ms Esther pressed both boys hard against herself, her legs quivering, her pelvis shuddering violently. Mikey couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't do anything but be held to Ms Esther's pussy while she came. Finally, Ms Esther let the boys go. Both Mikey and Sol collapsed to the floor. Looking up at Ms Esther, Mikey thought she looked absolutely radiant. She looked down on Mikey, and when she met his eyes, she favored him with a loving, friendly smile that made his heart nearly burst with joy. "I love you!" he said to her. "I love you too, Mommy!" Sol called from behind her. Ms Esther helped the boys up to their knees and they both wrapped their arms around one of her legs. Tears were blurring his vision as Mikey hugged the wonderful woman tightly. He looked at Sol, hugging her other leg, and felt again the deep kinship that he experienced earlier when Ms Esther was breastfeeding them. Ms Esther ran her fingers through both boys' hair, stroked their wet faces, caressed their shoulders as they cuddled against her legs. "I love you boys too, both of you!" she said. At length, Ms Esther finally pushed her boys off her legs. When Mikey, still kneeling, looked up at her, her blouse was again buttoned, although her breasts hung naturally, unfettered by bra. She smoothed her skirt, stepped back and, looking down at her kneeling, naked treasures, she said, "now boys, follow me upstairs and we will have some more fun!" Both boys started to stand, but Ms Esther gently, firmly pushed both back down to their knees. "Now, now, little boys," she admonished. "On your knees." Walking up the stairs, she explained to the Mikey and Sol as they crawled behind her. "When you are kneeling in a female's presence, it's like saying you respect her." Stopping on the stairs, she took the time to stroke the boys' cheeks and hair. "That doesn't mean you have to kneel whenever you are with a female," she continued, her voice soft and maternal. "But if you don't kneel on the outside--" "Kneel on the inside!" Mikey blurted out. "That's my Mikey!" said an impressed Sol. "Yes, you bright little boys both understand." Standing at the top of the stairs, Ms Ester favored her boys with another smile that made Mikey's insides seem to turn to butter. "Now, little ones, let's make each other feel good!" Ms Esther positioned the boys so they knelt facing each other in the middle of her living room. The two friends were so close to each other that their erect penises were touching. At other times, this might have made Mikey uncomfortable, but he felt he could trust Sol's loving, so perfect wife to make sure everything was all right, so he actually relaxed and returned Sol's smile when their eyes met. "Oh, boys." Ms Esther came back into the room. She had taken off her skirt, and was dressed only in her blouse. It was long enough to be modest, but the effect was very sexy. Mikey was so aroused looking at her that his penis leapt of it's own will, brushing against Sol's. Looking at Sol, both boys smiled and blushed. Looking at Ms Esther, Mikey was too awestruck to smile. She smiled at him, though, a friendly, knowing smile that reminded him that she was in charge, and helped him not be nervous. "Now, just stay on your knees, my little treasures." Ms Esther said. "Keep showing we respect you!" Sol added. "That's right, my precious." She bent over and kissed his forehead. Mikey could see Sol was radiant with his love and arousal and wondered if he looked the same. Ms Esther stood over the boys, this time facing Sol. Mikey thought she was going to let them lick her again and impulsively kissed her ass cheek. Smiling, she twisted at the waist and stroked his face. "Not this time, darling." Mikey's disappointment must have showed, because she quickly added, "don't cry, little boy. You'll be able to kiss my ass a lot. But this time we're going to do something a little different." She then lowered herself to a squat, her nether treasures hovering above the very excited penises of her boys. "Now, put your hands on my waist, little boys," she commanded. When they obeyed, she added, "now I'm going to make love to both of you until you come while inside me. But first, I want you to ask nicely for sex. Show me you love me, and that you respect me." Sol instantly and reverently said, "please Mommy, make love to me, make me come while inside you." Mikey echoed, "please Ms Esther, make love to me too, please make me come while inside you too!" He hoped he too sounded like he meant it. At that moment, he couldn't think of anything more important than Ms Esther knowing that he loved and respected her. "Good boys!" Ms Esther praised the friends. She added, "this is what happens when you love and respect a female." Grasping both boys' penises she lowered herself just a little, just enough so they entered her vagin and rectum. When Ms Esther pushed his penis up her hot, tight ass, it felt so good Mikey felt dizzy and almost fainted. Wisely prepared, she instructed both boys to breathe. When they were ready, she again grabbed their penises, and pushed them inside her all the way. Mikey gasped with pleasure. Dimly, he was aware of Sol's penis inside her vagina, almost like they were again touching each other, but the hot tightness of Ms Esther's ass filled his attention. Mikey was so grateful to her for making him feel good with her ass that he wanted to kiss it and tell her of his love every day for ever. Ms Esther then started moving up and down, slowly, carefully. As she did so, she cooed soft, maternal phrases over her boys. Both boys shuddered in pleasure with every movement she made. They clung more tightly to her in response to her gentle motherwords. She put an arm around her Sol and reached behind her to caress her Mikey. The three moved in this dance of love for just a few minutes, then Mikey felt Sol's penis come inside her. Almost immediately, Mikey's penis started to pour out its offering of love into her as well. Both boys held on to Ms Esther through their orgasm. She was their focus, keeping them together as their bodies seemed to dissolve. Ms Esther making love to him was easily one of the most pleasureful, most wonderful and most beautiful experiences that Mikey had ever experienced. But afterward, he felt like crying, although he didn't know why. Sol felt the same way, and when he started sobbing, Mikey joined in too. Ms Esther was prepared for this too, and she led the weepy, emotionally needy little boys to her bed. She sat up in bed, cuddled the two naked males to her. She murmered comforts to them, and sang them a lullaby, until they were sleeping peacefully in her arms. *** At breakfast the next day, Mike listened with no small embarrassment as Sol's wife recounted, in humiliating detail, what happened the night before. Everything from the two overtired execs almost at each other's throats over nothing to the two thoroughly regressed boys being sung a lullaby until they cried themselves to sleep. What made it worse was that neither Sol's wife nor his own seemed to care that the twins, 12 year old Deanna and Brianna, and the babies, including his own six year old Amber, were at the table, eating pancakes and listening to Esther. But two things made breakfast bearable: Sol seemed to be embarrassed but taking it in stride. That gave Mike a good example to follow, and helped him maintain some perspective. He still felt a close kinship with him, and thought their friendship was going to be much closer, much deeper as a result of last night. The other thing was seeing his wife. Gloria was not only taking everything at face value, she was asking questions. Part of the reason for the detailed report was responding to her insightful questions. But while hearing how he not only fucked her best friend, but fell in love with her did not seem to bother her. She looked at Mike with even more love and understanding than ever before, and that was saying a lot. By the time Esther finally finished, she knew everything, even things Mike hadn't noticed. And she genuinely approved. She approved of him! Mike was concerned - was it an act, perhaps how she thought she "should" react? No. He'd been married to her for almost ten years, and knew when she was playing games. No, she really still respected and loved Mike, and she seemed closer and better friends with Esther than ever. As the men cleared the table and washed the breakfast dishes, the ladies talked. The PTA meeting went good, if you can call needing a referendum to increase the local school budget good. Esther had been nominated by Gloria, and elected in absentia, to the referendum commitee, which was meeting next friday. "So who the hell would want a stranger messing with their school's finances?" mused Esther. "That's dumber than dirt!" "Face it, dear Esther." Gloria kissed her cheek. "Your reputation as a no-nonsense ball-buster preceeds you!" Both women laughed at that, then Gloria asked. "By the way, do you want me to watch the Henry while you're politicking next weekend?" "No, the twins are always wanting to take care of him. I think they get off on having a real doll that they can take care of. But if you don't mind, I could really use someone to babysit my hubby while I'm out. If these committee meetings are like I think they'll be, I'm looking at an all-nighter the first couple of times." "Sure, sister." Gloria smiled. "Just drop him off at my house on your way. "We can let the hubbies have another sleep-over!" *** -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+