Message-ID: <51872asstr$1126037404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <kyros@hoakz.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Mime-Version: 1.0 (Apple Message framework v622) X-Original-Message-ID: <18a00e1be38d2f42441e7287057d2ed2@hoakz.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: Kyros <kyros@hoakz.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2005 20:25:12 +0200 Subject: {ASSM} Seer Episode 1, I See Dying People 5/6 {Kyros} (mf ff fant mag coll nc caution mc les het solo) Lines: 583 Date: Tue, 06 Sep 2005 16:10:05 -0400 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/Year2005/51872> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr I See Dying People By Kyros Seer Episode 1 Codes for the whole episode (as used on storiesonline.net): mf ff Mult fant slow mag teen coll non-con caution mc les bi het group solo Mail: kyros@hoakz.com Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/kyros/www http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?id=2134 Disclaimer: http://hoakz.hopto.org:8080/kyros/wiki/Disclaimer ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 5 Melissa was fifteen when she heard the voices the first time. School had ended early this day and she was at home with the whole house to herself. She was lying on her bed, her jeans and panties pushed down to her knees and the index and long finger of her right hand pressed against her soft skin, just above the hood to her clit. She slowly moved the hand back and forth, making the skin of her whole sex move. Melissa had discovered masturbation about three years before. She used to lie on her bed and do her homework. Then as she started to get drowsy -- homework always made her bored, then drowsy... then she started to think of other stuff instead -- her hands would wander and before she knew it she would be playing with her breasts. Her breasts had always been sensitive and once she started touching them it didn't took long before she would feel a thrill going through her body. Soon after she had be getting wet and itchy between her legs. However, it wasn't by touching her breasts she had discovered self-pleasure. She was always too busy to visit the restroom when she had to, and so she would squeeze her thighs together or even cross her legs to try and get some extra minutes before she just had to go. As it would happen, the crossing and squeezing sometimes made the need to visit the toilet dissipate and made room for other kinds of sensations. Soon after the squeezing and crossing occurred even when she didn't had to visit the restroom. One night she was lying on her belly, on her bed, talking on the phone. During this whole conversation she was rolling her legs from side to side by moving her feet. At first it would be slow moves but as time passed and the conversation slid over to the everlasting subject of boys, her feet would move faster and this caused her thighs to shake and grind towards each other. The phone conversation ended, but Melissa kept squeezing her thighs, just lying down, and enjoying the feeling of tense expectation. What she was expecting she didn't know at the time. When mom told her it was time to go to bed, she brushed her teeth, changed into her nightie and was back in bed in no time. She continued squeezing her thighs, this time under the comforter. It was a hot summer night and even with an open window the heat in her bed was unbearable and she soon had to stop. She rolled over on her back, parted her legs and pulled her knees up. She lifted the duvet and tried to get some cold air under it by flapping it. Hot or not, she was still feeling the urgent sensations flowing like small rivers of fire from her pussy and nipples, and soon she was once more squeezing her thighs together. The new angle proved to be much better but as she started to get carried away she had to stop again; she was too scared someone would hear her thighs slapping together. She tried to calm down. She tried to keep her legs from moving but the need was urgent and it wouldn't go away. She slapped her legs together a couple of more times, just to enjoy the feeling a last time before she would stop, but when she wanted to stop she couldn't and finally she forced one leg over the other, grinding her legs together. For the first time in her life she felt how she wanted to groan with pleasure. The sensation of her whole crotch being squeezed and caressed between her legs was so intense she wouldn't have been able to stop even if she wanted to. A couple of more grinds were all that was needed until she experienced her first orgasm. It was nothing compared to what her body was capable of but it was enough to enrapture Melissa in a stupor of lust. She didn't even think about it consciously and suddenly she realized her hands were in her panties on top of her pussy. How had that happened? ''I'm masturbating!'' The thought made her mind reel. ''I'm not THAT... that thing called MASTURBATOR.'' She almost managed to pull her hands away, but her libido was in total control and all she did was pushing her panties down past her knees. The second time she touched herself she hesitated for a long while, her fingers playing just under the waist of her panties she reached further down. The mere contact made her shake, her skin grew goose bumps, and her nipples were standing. Anticipation made it ten times better. She closed her eyes and tried to control her rapid panting. She reeled at how wet and slick she was. Her juices were everywhere. Her thighs were covered in it, and the smooth folds deep between her thighs felt so slippery she couldn't have stopped sliding her fingers back and forth even if she would have wanted to. If someone, her mother or sister, or even both, had interrupted her then she wouldn't have been able to stop. She was too lost in her own passion to even care about anybody or anything else than the growing waves of pleasure cascading over her in heave after breathtaking heave. Finally it happened. She started to come. Even if she struggled hard to keep silent she didn't manage more than suppressing the screams into small whimpering whines deep in her throat, but in her head she was howling. Her body tensed, she pushed her back into an arch from her neck to her toes, resting on her toes with her legs bent. The pleasure passed and she fell back on the bed, but she didn't stop rubbing and it only took another thirty seconds before she climaxed again. This time she had to bite down on her pillow and several muffled cries escaped her while her body was jerking wildly and her legs were moving, sliding the soles of her feet over the sheets as if she wanted to push herself up until her head would hit the headboard. By now she was too scared to continue; what if she died while having this intense pleasure? What if her mother found her, pantyless with her hand between her legs? She retrieved her panties, curled into a ball, and pulled the duvet up to her neck before a deep, satisfied sleep caught up with her. Three years after her debut as a masturbator all this came to change drastically. It was early one afternoon. She had the house to her self; mom and Liz weren't due in another two hours at least. She was lying on her bed, stroking her pussy with slow, delicious moves. Climax was just moments away and she tried to prolong the vibrating thrill of ecstasy just another couple of moments. Then she heard a whisper just by her ear. She stopped touching herself immediately, sitting in the bed and looking around, trying to see where the voice came from. Her room was empty and when she listened the apartment was still silent. After a while she continued stroking herself. She was really hot this afternoon and time was moving fast so she soon rolled from side to side once more, just seconds away from coming. Then suddenly she heard it again. It started out as a whisper. This was definitely not something in her room. It was in her head! "Do it! Do it! Do it!" the voice whispered. "Faster, Indigo! Faster!" With each new stroke it grew exponentially until her head was full of a roaring choir of voices. The increase was so sudden it made her bolt to upright. She stared frantically around her. Nothing. Then suddenly she heard a chorus of voices. They were stretched out, cutting into each other. ".....doooo iiiit.....toooouch yoooour cuuuunt....taaaaste yoooour puuuussy....." She removed her fingers. She was shaking. "What the hell is going on?" she breathed. Then a single voice broke through the murmur of the voices. "I crave the taste of you!" "No!" Melissa's voice trembled. "What do you want? What do you want?" The voices didn't return that afternoon, and when the night came, Melissa was scared to death to fall asleep. What if she would hear the voices in her sleep? She finally fell asleep half sitting, half lying in her bed. ----- When Melissa came back from the shower she found Alexandra in front of her closet, anxiously trying to pick out a dress. She raised her eyebrow at that and as she dried her hair she tried to think of something to say. She thought she knew quite well what was going on. "Someone special?" she asked. "What?" Alexandra said and gave her an almost scared glance. "No," she said. "You mean a boy?" "I mean a boy," Melissa smiled and started brushing her hair. "Let me guess?" "Uh, guess?" "He's blond, he never seems to notice you or anyone else... and he's 'asocial.' Oh, and being a book addict doesn't make him misplaced in a college... how good am I doing so far?" Alexandra stared at Melissa in disbelief for another full second. "Philip?!" she cried and started to laugh hysterically. "No! You... oh god! Melissa... no!" She had to sit down on her bed to calm her laughter and when she finally managed she continued, still chuckling, "no, Philip and I have been friends since second grade. I couldn't think of him like that... He's like a kid brother." "But there is someone?" "What? No! No one." "Come on, a girl doesn't go through that much anguish over a dress unless she has a reason to." "Well," Alexandra said blushing. "There may be someone... you know, that just comes by and gives me that glance, and stops to talk to me and... well if... he does, I need to look my best, right?" "Umhm," Melissa said and she thought she knew what Alexandra meant. "I'd go with the dress." "Well that's my problem," Alexandra mumbled. "The dress really calls for a female body to fill it and I don't have that." Melissa gave the dress another evaluating look. "It doesn't look too large. Try it on." "I know it's not too large, it's just... It will make it apparent." "What?" "That I hardly look like a woman." "So, you want to dress in a smoking and try to catch a guy that way? Or... maybe you wanna catch a girl?" Melissa was saying that with a glint of humor in her eyes but it still made Alexandra look shocked. "What? No!" "Then go with the dress. It brings out your femininity." "You think so?" "Yes I do, and further more, I think you are a gorgeous... I... mean... very beautiful woman." "Thank you." "I mean that." She gave Alexandra a peck on her cheek before she turned to her own wardrobe. "I need to get dressed too or we'll be late." "Don't worry. They don't have a start time for these things, no ending time either." ----- The back to campus party was held in a fraternity house north of Moon River College's Liberty wing. and as Melissa and Alexandra got there it turned out they were just two among hundreds. Melissa had been to quite a number of parties in her life but she had never been to one where she, or actually Alexandra, knew so many people. It reflected well on Moon River College that so many people seemed to know her friend even though she hardly was a social butterfly. It didn't occur to Melissa that maybe there was a portion of the people coming up for a talk that did this just to get a closer look at her. Not until Alexandra feathered herself with her hand feigning exhaustion and commented that going to the party with Melissa was like bringing sugar to a beehive. Melissa knew she was beautiful, and it happened that people turned around on the street to glance an extra time in her direction, but she always figured that to be testosterone overflow. Now she had to reevaluate that assumption; a considerable number of people talking to Alexandra, and her, were female. ''Or is this a college thing?'' "Did you see any of the others?" Alexandra asked while they were standing in the improvised bar to get a drink. "Not yet," Melissa replied. "I hope they can make it." "The night is young, I'm sure they'll turn up." They moved from the large living room out to the back of the house where they found a terrace leading down to the small but well kept garden. Some people were sitting on the terrace, mostly smokers, too caught up in discussion to step back into the house between smokes, despite the angry mosquitoes. There was also a group of people trying to play croquet on the lawn. The night was falling quickly and there was no good light part from the porch light, and that didn't illuminate much of the lawn though. "Anyone we know out here," Melissa smiled to Alexandra who blushed lightly and shook her head. "No, not that I know of, but wait till they notice you and come telling me how nice it was since last whatever and I'll remember that I actually have met them before." She took a deep breath. "I'll dress down next time," Melissa offered. Alexandra laughed. "No don't worry, I like being with the most beautiful woman on the party." "That's just male hormones." Alexandra looked at her with a crocked eyebrow. "Okay," Melissa confessed, "some not so male hormone too." "I think you're very beautiful," Alexandra said. She was thankful that she could hide her blushing face in the darkness. "And I don't have any male hormones to blame. Or at least," she looked down at her chest. "I don't think so. Maybe there could be an explanation there?" Melissa laughed, but she swallowed her laugh quickly. "I think you're just full of the right kind of hormones, and you shouldn't use guy-measure to value your femininity you know?" "Guy-measure?" "Yeah, boob size, there's more to it than that. Anyone with a little experience knows this, and why would you wanna go for an inexperienced idiot when you could have so much more fun with someone that knows how to treat you right?" "Are we talking about someone fifteen years older than me now?" "Not necessarily," Melissa replied as her eyes sparkled into Alexandra's. "Hey, you're in psych. 101, huh?" they were both startled by a female voice and when they turned around Melissa immediately recognized Gail, the TA from her psychology class. Suddenly Melissa stumbled. The tingle and buzzing had barely begun before there was a flash of light in her head and she was in the middle of a vision. She was staring into Gail's eyes still, and she felt an awkward pain in the back of her head. "Do it!" Gail hissed in the vision. "Lick!" Melissa looked down. She saw someone's well-toned belly and right in front of her eyes were a clean-shaven pussy. There was a small tattoo of a serpent just above and to the left of the engorged clit. She gasped and suddenly the vision was gone, and the terrace was back again. This time she had been gone for just fraction of a second. She looked down. She still held her glass in her hand. ''That's unusual.'' "Hi, Gail," Melissa smiled and took the blonde's hand as she offered it. ''Will she be forcing me to eat another woman out? Or will she force someone else? Or was that her pussy? Or was it even consensual?'' Melissa had to bite down around a chuckle as she imagined asking Gail if she had a serpent tattooed between her legs as a conversation opener. "I'm Melissa and this is Alexandra. However, you may very well have met Alexandra before. She seems to know everyone on this party." Alexandra blushed at that. "No, I've not had the pleasure," Gail said and took Alexandra hand. "I'm Gail." "Nice to meet you," Alexandra said and blushed again. ''That woman really knows how to change colors,'' Melissa thought and looked past Gail. She realized Dawn had just entered the terrace. Remembering the glance Dawn had given Gail on the lecture Melissa decided to delay the impact between the two women a little while. ''Besides, I need to figure Gail out.'' "Excuse me," she mumbled. "I just need to... be right back." She left Alexandra and Gail while hoping it wasn't a too bad thing to do, and that they would be okay with it. "Hello," she said as she stopped in front of Dawn. "I thought you weren't going to show." "I'm here," Dawn said with a polite smile as her eyes scanned the crowd on the back porch. Melissa got a feeling she was actively trying to search Gail out and coming to that conclusion she took Dawn by her arm. "Let's get a drink," she smiled and pulled her along. "Your friends run out on you, or what?" Dawn smiled. There was no malice in her voice. "Nope," Melissa smiled back. "I'm running out on them." "You are?" "Call it a social experiment. I'm leaving my roommate with this gorgeous blond, trying to see if something will happen between them." "Acting procuress for your friends, huh?" Melissa laughed but finally had to nod. "Why not?" ----- Philip was sitting at a table by the dance floor, as usual, lost in his own thoughts. He mainly went to these kinds of things because it gave him a false feeling of having a social life. Around him some of his friends were having a heated debate about object-oriented programming. "No!" Gary, one of the guys around the table, said and slammed his palm into the tabletop, he was always fond of making noises and even Philip jumped. "You're wrong, dead wrong!" "Listen," Pete said with a soothing voice. "If you want to pack objects into other objects you need them all to inherit the same abstract class." "That's not true," Gary insisted. "You don't need that." When Pete didn't seem to understand Gary added. "Take Java's collection classes for instance, you pack objects in other objects but you don't have to inherit anything." The discussion raged back and forth until finally they did as they usually did. "Philip," Gary pleaded, "tell him I'm right?" "Yeah," Eddie mumbled. "Please make it stop, anyway you see fit." "No," Philip said. "You don't need to inherit from anything, you have the collections like Pete said. And, yes, you need to inherit... the collections work because all objects ''automatically'' inherit from the Object class." "Yeah, but I need to be able to do stuff with the classes too." "Like?" "Well, the project is about a pricing system and there is to be several pricing strategies, and they are supposed to be composite, what the hell ever that means, so, I read in this book, they needed to inherit the same class." Philip thought for a moment. "Yeah, he finally said," Gary shot a triumphant grin at Pete at that. "I can see why you want to use the composite pattern here." "What is that?" "Well, as you said, one abstract class or interface is inherited by the other classes you want to use, your pricing strategies for instance, and then you have a container class that inherits the abstract class or the interface and aggregates that same class or interface." Gary sighed and looked at his beer. "Can we discuss this tomorrow?" "Yeah," Eddie said. "You're scaring the women." Susan gave him a punch in the arm at that. "Hey," she protested. "I'm not scared, or, like you, intimidated." "That's cause you too are a computer geek," Kaitlyn said. "Unlike you, miss biology," Susan replied. "I need to take a leak," Philip said and got up. "Be right back." He cleared a path through the mass of people now mingling in the fraternity house. Somehow he suspected if a fire engineer would see the room he would kick half of the people in it out. ''Maybe I should call the fire brigade,'' he thought with a frown as he was standing in the line outside the restrooms. The number of rest rooms was definitely not in correspondence with the number of people crammed into the large house. "Can't wait to get in there, huh?" a female voice said behind him. When Philip turned he looked into a pair of sparkling blue eyes placed in the most beautiful face he had ever seen. ''Where are all the other guys?'' he thought as she smiled and took his hand. "Catherine." "Uh, Philip. Yeah I didn't kinda expect this," he said and motioned to the queue. "You know," she said with a mischievous grin. "There is a garden out back, you can always squat behind a bush." "What? No I just need to take a ... need to... uh, yeah I guess you can..." "If you promise to keep a look out," Catherine smiled and took his hand again. Philip's heart almost stopped at that. "I'll do just that." She pulled him along towards the back entrance. ----- At first Alexandra found Gail quite dull. The other woman was just standing there, staring out into the darkness, not saying a word. Just as Alexandra had come up with an excuse to leave, Gail smiled at her and started a conversation. Just a minute into the conversation Alexandra was mesmerized and it was impossible for her to catch a word of what Gail said. ''My God, she thought, how could I miss how incredibly hot this woman is?'' "Yeah," she agreed to something Gail had said and leaned closer to her. She placed her hand on her upper arm and laughed. Their eyes were into each other all the time. "Are you coming on to me?" Gail suddenly asked. Alexandra decided to be bold. "If I was?" Gail smiled. "Then you would find out what college students think about two kissing women." "Okay," Alexandra mumbled leaning even closer to Gail. Their faces were just inches apart now. "You're ready to come out today?" "I can always say I was drunk if I get cold feet," Alexandra replied just before their lips met in a soft first kiss. The kiss lasted for almost a minute. "Jesus," Alexandra gasped as they came up for air. "You're an angel!" "Nope," Gail smiled. "No Jesus, no God, no angel." She leaned close to Dawn's ear, licking it and sending a thrill of sensations through the redhead's body before whispering, "but if you let me escort you out of here we can go look for all three." Alexandra was suddenly serious and she placed her hand on Gail's shoulder, pushing her away a bit. "I just want you to know," she mumbled. "I've never..." Gail just laughed and pecked Alexandra's mouth. "I have." She bit her lower lip. "Gorgeous." "Who," Alexandra twitched, "me?" "You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," Gail said and nibbled Alexandra's neck just below her jaw line. "And I want to fuck you till you scream and see starts falling from the sky." "Take me out of here now," Alexandra replied with a choked gasp. ----- Dawn was sipping her drink watching Melissa over the rim of her glass. Her eyes shimmered for a short second before she swallowed. "This blond experiment you're conducting," she said to Melissa. "Yeah?" "Is it turning out well?" "I'll have to get back to you on that." Dawn suddenly noticed Gail in the mass of people at the door. "Fuck!" she cursed and got on her feet. Gail was leaving. When she saw the slender redhead Gail was pulling behind her she felt her heart stopping in her chest. ''Are they planning on turning her?'' "Is everything okay?" Melissa asked and looked in the direction of Dawn's stare. "Hey," she exclaimed as she recognized Alexandra and Gail. "That's my girl leaving there and I'd say the experiment went very well." "You wanted them to hook up?" Dawn asked, her eyes suddenly shooting poisonous arrows. "Why? What do you know about Gail?" "Why?" "Are you cooperating with her?" She leaned close to Melissa, sniffing her. Melissa felt her knees going weak but she was unsure if it was from fright of Dawn's strange behavior or because being sniffed on was actually quite erotic. "What's going on here?" asked Melissa. "We don't have time," Dawn hissed and pulled her along. Melissa tried to resist but she realized the other woman was quite strong and she would just end up looking silly. 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