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Subject: {ASSM} "187" (MF FMMMMM nc? rom?) by Creampie Eater
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187
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Bobby G left Oklahoma, seeking his fortune in Los
Angeles. However, as a teenager without a high school
diploma, soon after he got off the bus he found he had
two choices: become a teen male prostitute or a gang
member. He became a gang member.

A lifelong hunter, Bobby's straight shooting soon made
him a gunman for the gang, where he proved his skill
almost nightly. Seeing blood spurt out of a victim of
a drive-by shooting wasn't all that different to Bobby
than seeing a deer's head explode. Bobby earned the
name 187, which was tattooed on his knuckles. 187 is
the California penal code for murder.

After a few months, the leader of the gang decided to
reward 187 for his service. "Ay yo trip, bone me bitch
fo me," said Chivero. A tall skinny black man of
indeterminate age, he had more gold teeth than
porcelain. He'd seen more crime than most policemen
would ever see, and now he offered 187 his personal
main piece of ass for sex.

Maribel was lovely. A favorite from the day she joined
the gang, she had never been slashed or beaten like
most of the other sluts. Since becoming Chivero's
prime girl, she'd been protected and even encouraged
to prettify. She'd worked out everyday, at least an
hour in bed and several more in the gym.

When 187 arrived at her room, she was lovely. She was
five feet four inches tall, with straight black hair
that framed her face. Her dark eyes were framed by
long, thick eyelashes. Her lips were deep red, glossy,
and plump. Her body was luscious without being fat:
big tits, taut thin muscular waist, and ample junk in
the trunk J Lo-style.

There was little small talk, because the point was for
them to have sex. 187 knew that Maribel was gonna put
out, and Maribel knew 187 was there for sex. She was
ready, and so was he. After a quick shot of VSOP, 187
took Maribel in his arms and pressed his lips to hers.

A funny thing happened then. 187 hadn't had much human
contact in months, and his status in the gang didn't
encourage it. He hadn't been with the gentler sex much
at all, leaving Oklahoma practically a virgin. What
sex he'd had was with the bitter gang sluts who were
either foul or used perfumes to cover their foulness.
There was a hardness to the rukas, who fought among
themselves for status. Sex was a tool to them, and to
the men it was too. Sex was not about personal
interaction.

But with Maribel, things were different. 187 kissed
her, and she kissed him back. Not voraciously like the
common gang sluts, but with a femininity that reminded
187 of his last girlfriend. Her breath was naturally
sweet, her tongue wet, her manner welcoming. 187 got
the impression she was responding to his kisses, and
he responded too.

"Sit down," she said, pointing him to the overstuffed
chair. 187 sat down, and watched as Maribel did a slow
strip for him. Every movement increased his desire,
and when she moved to him wearing only panties and
bra, he was fidgeting with an uncomfortable erection
trapped in his baggy slacks.

Maribel knelt between his legs and fumbled with his
zipper, but 187 craved another dose of personal
interaction. "What's the rush baby," he said softly.
Maribel looked up in surprise, because all the other
bangers couldn't wait to feel her lips on their cocks.
"C'mere and kiss me." He was struck by how very lovely
she was, raven hair falling like a black waterfall,
framing her face as she slunk up to his mouth.

As she laid on his rippled stomach, feeling his hard
bulge, she wondered why he would want to kiss again.
He was ready to fuck, so why the kissy face? As he
devoured her though, passionate and seeming to care,
she felt something she hadn't in a long time either.
She felt the humanity in a man. Although she had been
relatively pampered and protected, she still had
become accustomed to the soulless sex of the gang.
Chivero liked to cum two or three times a day, and the
other carnals also liked raw nasty hard-cumming sex.
It was hard to find humanity when three guys were
sweating on you at the same time. But this was more
than an orgasm or two to 187. She felt it, and she
responded.

187 popped her breasts from her bra, and began to
suckle them. He was delighted to find the nipples
hardening, and that Maribel began to moan. He'd grown
up thinking a man was a man when he pleased his
partner, and that hadn't changed when he joined the
gang. Maribel's reaction to his mouth thrilled him.
When she tossed her head, her swaying hair felt
electric where it brushed his cheek.

Maribel reached back to unfasten her bra, but 187's
hands weren't idle. His hands were lightly caressing
her skin, raising gooseflesh he explored her curves.
He toyed with the bands to her panties while nibbling
her nipple. The slowly evolving style excited Maribel,
and it was she who wanted more.

"Let me see you," she said, sliding back then
standing. "Strip for me baby," she breathed. She sat
on the bed, looking at 187 expectantly.

He stood up, and slowly removed his clothes. She saw
he was a lucky one, unmarked save for the tattoos on
his knuckles and the gang tattoo on his bicep. No
knife marks or ugly scars from bullet wounds treated
at the gang house instead of a hospital. She also saw
how nicely toned he was, lean and firm with enough
muscle to be attractive but not so much to show he was
over compensating. He was also clean.

He was prepared to take off his boxers when she
stopped him. "Let me," she said softly. She stood and
he pulled her into another kiss. She was now eager,
taking his tongue and kissing him as hotly in return.
But she broke the kiss and slowly slid down.

They were both expectant when she pulled down his
boxers. She had to pull the band out to clear his
erection. He was moderately sized, but she thought it
was a pretty cock. Young, hard, clean, circumcised. It
was with pleasure that she wrapped her lips around him
and gave him her best blowjob.

She enjoyed hearing him groan as her lips wrapped
around his cock. He kept moaning passionately as she
brought him rapidly near an orgasm, then backed him
down. She did it again, smiling to herself when his
knees buckled.

"Let's get on the bed baby," he said, helping Maribel
to her feet. He kissed her again, which shocked her.
None of the other men she'd blown was willing to kiss
her cocksucking mouth, but it didn't seem to faze 187.
His tongue probed her mouth until she responded. She
could almost feel his lips curl into a smile when she
began reacting to his kisses.

Suddenly, 187 held her arms and he pushed her onto the
bed. Then he pulled off her panties, and she prepared
herself to get fucked. But it seemed he had only
wanted to surprise her into compliance, rather than to
force himself on her. Gently, he pushed her knees
apart and stared at her pussy. "You are so beautiful,"
he murmured, awestruck. The large folded lips of her
pussy hung wetly, framing a clean pink gash. She had a
inch wide strip of neatly trimmed fur above her clit,
as if pointing to the object requiring attention. He
was happy to pay attention too.

Maribel gasped as 187 pulled her lips open with his
thumbs, licking her from the bottom of her pussy to
the top. 187 had watched porn movies with the bangers
when they were kickin it, and had been most interested
in the lesbian scenes. He had learned to tell when a
girl enjoyed getting eaten and wasn't acting. He'd
wanted to eat pussy for a long time, but not with the
disgusting sluts he'd had before. Maribel was
different, and he eagerly ate her out.

She thought he must be the best male cunt eater she'd
ever experienced. There was one old sappho ruka who
ate pussy like you wouldn't believe. One time, Chivero
had wanted them to put on a show together, but the
pleasure Maribel felt had been dulled cruelly by
having to be in a 69 with the old skank. Now she could
just lay back and let 187 pleasure her; indeed, that
is what he wanted.

187 was lovin' it. She was getting wetter and wetter.
Her flavor was strong, but it wasn't bad and the fact
that it was evidence of her pleasure made it like
honey. He felt her rising, reacting more strongly, and
suddenly stopped. He moved up and kissed her,
listening to her whimper in need. For a newbie, he had
done an admirable job of timing, stopping just before
she orgasmed.

It had been months since she had felt so much
pleasure. Sex was either a tool or currency to trade
for what you wanted. It wasn't about pleasure to
Maribel. But somehow, both of them wanted it to be,
and she knew it. Almost cumming was a huge surprise to
her, and to not go over the edge was highly
frustrating. Even so, she felt a confidence that she
would cum later, and she was even more eager.

As they kissed, 187 found the right spot and slid into
Maribel. His cock was literally swimming in liquid,
scalding hot juices. He feared he would cum soon, and
tried to last as long as he could. Both of them were
loving the slow deep fucking, but he wanted it to
last. It was futile and he knew it.

"Can I cum in you?" he asked.

Maribel was surprised. No one had ever asked before.
They all just did it. Why did he ask? Again, she felt
an vibration of humanity from him. He wasn't a total
monster, like the name 187 implied. "Yes, if you tell
me one thing," she said.

He looked down at her. She was so damn pretty, her
hair splayed onto the mattress, her eyes huge, those
fucking wonderful lips. She looked like an angel.
Maybe she would redeem him, he suddenly thought. He
shook his head. "You want me to tell you I love you?"
he asked, continuing to rock his hips just a little;
any more and he would cum in her.

"No," she said, searching his eyes. They were brown
she realized. "No, tell me your name."

"My name?" he asked.

"Yes, tell me your name... then cum in me."

Her voice was like music. How could he not do this?
"My name is Bobby."

"Bobby?" she repeated. "Bobby." She said it like she
was testing to see if it fit him, and she thought it
did. "Fuck me Bobby."

"Oh God Maribel," he moaned. He began to rock his
hips, getting into a deep hard pump. His pubes mashed
hers, and he came. Not a little, he squirted and
squirted deep into her. It felt so right, it was so
right.

Maribel felt him throbbing inside, and knew he was
cumming. A lot. And though she understood that meant
her orgasm would elude her, she did feel a
satisfaction in his release. That's juts what she had
come to believe, that her lover's satisfaction was
more important than hers.

Happily for her, that was also what Bobby had
believed. It was an almost overpowering need for him
to have his lover be as satisfied as he. 187 could
suppress this feeling with the disgusting sluts of the
gang girls, but Bobby could not with the sweet
Maribel.

"Oh baby," he murmured, kissing her as he felt his
rigid tool soften. "Baby, baby, baby...." She
responded to him, all romance and emotion softening
her too. "Where you goin' baby? We can do it again in
a bit?"

Maribel had mistaken his pulling out as an end to the
sex, but that wasn't his intent. She felt him kissing
down her body, and her heart began to race. He wasn't
going to, was he? Was he? Oh GOD! He was!

Her pussy was beautiful. It was a bright pink like a
flowering azalea. Unlike when he was eating her
before, now her pussy hole was open, a vivid pink too
but dark and mysterious. And beginning to leak semen.
That didn't even slow him down, as he was there to
make Maribel cum, and cum hard.

Now he established himself firmly as the best
cuntlicker she'd ever had. Eating her was one thing.
Pleasuring her when she was stretched and raw from
fucking was entirely another. She was so damn horny,
and Bobby's mouth felt so good, so goddamn good. He
licked her opening, sucked her clit, chewed her lips.
His fingers prised her open and he tongue fucked her.

It wasn't long before her hips were humping up, asking
for his mouth, begging for his mouth. "Eat me, dammit,
make me cum!" she groaned. And then she did cum. It
was an orgasm born of months of need, of giving and
never receiving. It was born from Bobby's tenderness
when he set aside 187 for an hour or two.

Bobby felt an internal orgasm when Maribel came. He
felt her convulsing on his mouth, and she squirted cum
out. He continued tonguing her, trying to extend her
orgasm as long as he could, and consequently licked up
a large amount of creampie. He licked her clean,
watching how her fuck hole clenched.

When she calmed down, Bobby slid up and they laid
together. Then, over the course of the next several
hours they made love many more times together. Made
love. They both thought of it that way, and they both
knew it was wrong. That conspiratorial feeling of
doing something dangerous enhanced the excitement.

Bobby's feeling of restoration didn't last long. That
evening, he had to resume being 187 for a drive-by.
Capping some rivals who dared to encroach on the
gang's territory didn't seem as rewarding as it had
only the night before. Watching a skull blossom into a
flower of red due to his well-aimed shot used to give
him grim satisfaction. Instead, he felt some
depression, like when he killed his first deer a long,
long time ago.

Two days later, 187 was summoned to Chivero. He was
read the riot act for giving Maribel an orgasm. "Bro'
what the fuck you do'in?" he stormed. "Now da bitch
ain't treatin' me good like she used to." He glared at
187. "Now we gotta break her agin."

187 was made to watch as they broke Maribel again.
Chivero and three of his goons took turns abusing her.
They started by literally ripping her clothes off and
then spanking her bubble butt and slapping her tits.
Then she knelt and sucked them all. Actually, "sucking
them" wasn't so accurate a description, since they
basically fucked her face. Her perfect makeup was
reduced to tears and slobber runs as she gagged and
coughed on one cock after another.

Chivero grabbed her beautiful hair and hauled her to
the bed. Her ankles went on his shoulders and he
pushed in until his balls rested on her ass. Then he
pumped to dump, fucking her fiercely. The room was
filled with the sound his balls slapping her ass, his
moans and her grunts as he bottomed out.

187 saw that even now, in the crux of being abused,
she frothed up. Maybe she felt she deserved this
treatment. He wondered if she thought she deserved
having her face sprayed with cum. When Chivero got
close to cumming, he pulled out and grabbed her again
by the hair. Hauling her over, he held her face as he
orgasmed onto her pretty face. Long strings of sperm
slid down her face, but they weren't done. This scene
was repeated three more times, as the goons fucked her
too.

They weren't done yet. While the last of the goons was
fucking her, Chivero made Maribel suck him hard again.
Now, instead of the goon holding her hair, Maribel got
onto her hands and knees and Chivero sodomized her
while he held her hair (and the goon sprayed her
face).

After the first orgasm, Chivero was able to last a
long time. And he did, as did the others. 187 cringed
at how red her asshole was when the third goon fucked
her. But Maribel didn't complain. To his eyes, she was
loving the horrible treatment she received. But to his
senses, she was merely taking it as a duty.

After the last facial, Maribel laid panting on the the
bed. Her pussy and asshole were both stretched and
raw. 187 was repulsed, but Chivero turned and looked
at him. "Your turn, camarada," he said with a golden
evil smile. They were going to make him have her last.

187 went to a place he had visited when he first
arrived in town. It was a place of despair, but where
he could turn off his emotions and do what had to be
done. Grimly, he stripped off his clothes and walked
to the bed. Grabbing her by her splattered hair, he
guided her mouth to his cock. He concentrated on her
mouth, how it felt, and it felt wonderful. He didn't
dare look at her eyes, but stared dully ahead.

He got hard enough, and went back to his clothes. He
took his pistol out and showed it around. "Shit!"
cursed one of the goons, to whom 187 gave a whithering
look. He ejected the clip, and handed it to Chivero.
Then he walked back to Maribel and handed her the gun.

"Bone yourself with this, bitch," 187 said. She looked
hard at him, then did as she was told. She inserted
the gunbarrel in her twat, and began to fuck herself.
"Yeah, yo a dumb horny bitch, ain't ya?" he taunted
her. "Now get on yo knees and lemme have that phat ass
o yo's!" She rolled over and the men watched her
fucking herself with the gun. Then 187 mounted her and
fucked her burning ass. Chivero and his men nodded
approvingly at the nasty, humiliating abuse his was
inflicting on Maribel. They'd have to remember this
nasty trick.

Despite wanting to concentrate solely on the physical
feelings, 187 found it hard to cum. So, he rode
Maribel's ass until it was surely agony for her.
Eventually, he got ready to cum, and he pulled out and
spun her around. "Open yo mouth, bitch," he barked,
"Stick out yo tongue." She did and he beat his meat
for a few seconds until he began to cum. Then he
shoved his hose into her mouth and mouthfucked her
even as he came.

The slimy semen splashed into her mouth, and she began
to cough. Still he came and pumped, and she couldn't
take it. She vomited, coughing up saliva and bile and
semen. 187's last few shots stood out vividly white on
her black hair.

187 turned to look at Chivero. "Thanks bro' for
another piece 'o dis bitch." The leader flashed him a
smile, all teeth and approbation. All the men left the
bedroom, leaving the shaking girl to clean up while
they had shots of VSOP. 187 cleaned his pistol and
loaded it before he had a drink, earning even more
admiration.

It was two days later before 187 snuck into Mirabel's
room. "Baby," he said to her, "I am so sorry."

She was stoned faced, traumatized. "I know you had to
do it, 187."

"Call me Bobby," he said, his voice pleading. "I can't
do this any more. I have to get out... and I want to
start over with you."

"Nobody gets out Bobby," she said, her expression
softening. "Nobody survives leaving."

"We will," he predicted confidently. "I have it
planned. We'll take a company car to the bus station,
then take a taxi to the train station. We can ride to
Oklahoma City, and then call my folks. They'll let us
stay on the farm."

"What will you tell them?" she asked, her voice
betraying hope. "How can you explain me? You?"

"Leave it to me baby, OK?" he said. "Maribel... I love
you. Come with me." This last was said with such
emotion that she couldn't deny it.

He left and she was to follow five minutes later to
allay suspicion.

Two minutes after that, Chivero was called to a room
in the basement. "Yo gotta see dis, boss. We got us a
situation."

When he began to suspect 187 of causing Maribel's
disaffection, Chivero had a secret camera and
microphone installed in her room. He watched,
stonyfaced, as 187/Bobby and Maribel plotted to leave.
With something approaching sorrow, he told his goons
to go "Cap 'em... and teach a lesson." The next day on
page 37 of the newspaper the article was run
describing how two victims of a gangland-style
execution were found on the railroad tracks, but not
before a couple trains had traveled the tracks over
the corpses.

*****

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know this isn't my typical story, but that's the
point, right? Did anyone like it?



		
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