index


Message-ID: <52357asstr$1130728204@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Paris" <the_panda@hotmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 21:24:03 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/0.2
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: g47g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=68.112.52.193;
   posting-account=ETAnMAwAAACZ7LDgGAo6GyW8wGM2nWUH
Subject: {ASSM} The Gathering 28 of 53
Lines: 671
Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 22:10:04 -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

Chapter 28

11:20 AM, August 10, 1999

Sharon, smiling blandly at him said, "I believe there's a motel
three blocks over if you take the next right. Let's go there and
finish this . . . conversation."

A few minutes later they were in the motel and Mundra was pulling
Sharon's face to his. As their faces neared, he watched her as she
shut her eyes and wet her lips in anticipation. As soon as they met,
Mundra sent his long, flat tongue between her lips and into her warm
mouth and started to mash it against hers.

Whimpering softly with giddy anticipation, Sharon teasingly worked the
tip of her own tongue back against the invader. Mundra then wasted no
time, cupping her firm left breast and then squeezing it firmly. Sharon
continued to moan as Mundra's exploring palm moved over her chest to
her flat stomach and then over the tight black miniskirt before snaking
underneath it and ever-so-gently caressing her mound which he was
delighted to find soaking wet.

Inspired by the dampness and heat emanating from her pussy, he moved
her panties to one side and sank a finger deep into her sopping hole.

Sharon moaned louder and ground her pelvis against his hand.

They renewed their kiss and Sharon's nimble fingers began opening the
buttons on his shirt and then ran her hand over his chest, finding it
bereft of body hair. She teased a nipple and reveled in her power as it
grew taut under her manipulations. Mundra was undoing her blouse,
albeit at a slower pace that Sharon had performed on him. In due course
the white material fluttered to the thin, worn carpet and he saw her
bare breasts for the first time. They were full and firm, not the
detestable cones that marred so many woman; but full and firm and ripe
and tanned. She had stubby nipples in the center of dense areoles. Her
belly was firm and flat, and her buttocks slim, almost boyish, but firm
and neatly curved, leading to shapely legs. Her arms and legs were
slender and smooth, the fingers and toes square and strong. Her skin
was smooth and fair and flawless, with the texture of cream, soft,
silken, firm, with no trace of the fine downy hair that blemished so
many women. For Sharon truly loved the feel of her own flesh, wanting
it to be cool and smooth and alive to a lover's every touch.

He cupped one breast in each hand, kissing the nipples in turn. Sharon
made no sounds as she was intent on unbuckling his trousers, striving
to free his erection. But this time Mundra was the quicker of the two.
He had her skirt up and her pantyhose down -- she wore no panties -
and was kneeling just as his pants were dropping to the floor.

Sharon got a brief glimpse of his formidable erection before he blocked
her view and tongued her shaven labia. He waited a second to enjoy the
sounds of her gasping at the touch of his tongue on her vagina, but
only heard a quiet moan. Essentially a patient man, Mundra contented
himself with gripping the cheeks of her ass and bringing his face in
tight against Sharon's cunt.

He sucked on her major labia until they flooded with blood and became
swollen and opened her slit for him. He wondered if she had shaved
herself, or had someone do it for her. If the later, would he be able
to convince her to let him watch the next time she had it done? He had
a momentary fantasy of enjoying two women simultaneously; and then
raising one leg at a time shucked off his trousers.  He wore bright red
boxer shorts and chose to leave them on for the present.

Sharon moaned and emitted a long, soft sigh; and twisted away from the
brown-skinned Indian.
"Let me taste that delicious looking prick of yours," she said in a
velvet-tinged voice.

And she knelt down as he sat in the worn, armchair next to the
motel's queen-sized bed. Taking his limber member between her lips,
Sharon used her formidable fellating skills and brought serious
pleasures to bear almost instantaneously. Mundra had to call on his own
skills to prevent his ejaculating in her mouth.

"Hold it!" He said, and Sharon stopped, thinking that somehow she
had inflicted pain when only pleasure was intended. She looked up at
him, her eyes quizzical, as if asking what the problem was.

"Sorry he said. "I . . . didn't want to come so quickly and so .
. ."

"I understand she murmured and took one of his testicles in her mouth
and teased it while squeezing the base of his prick with her free hand.

Mundra felt his orgasm fading away and told her so.

"Then you'd better put that salami in me and fuck me good, because
that's what I crave right now."

She received his initial thrust without a qualm, surprising him, for
most women required some loosening up before he could plunge in and out
without undue effort, but aside from noting that her breasts were
heaving from an increase in her breathing rate, Sharon gave no
indication of any kind of having trouble accepting his length and
girth.

They fucked in silence for seven or eight minutes, except for the
occasional grunt. Sweat covered their bodies, making it easier for
their flesh to slide together. They were in the traditional missionary
position and Mundra was getting tired of it. His leg muscles were not
used to such exertions and so, with a loud grunt he rolled them over so
that Sharon was now on top.

Sharon made a little clucking sound with her teeth and ground herself
downward on his pole until her cunt was rubbing against his pubic hair.

They groaned in unison as she started to bounce up and down, being ever
so careful so as not to dislodge his cock from her cunt.

Mundra was concentrating hard on holding off from coming. He had the
distinct impression that she had already come, at least once and
possibly more. Glancing upward he saw her breasts hanging above him and
was unable to resist reaching for them, taking a nipple between the
thumb and forefinger of each hand.

He squeezed.

She moaned.

He pulled, stretching them out - making her breasts cone-shaped. She
closed her eyes and her face betrayed her pleasure as he twisted her
nipples slightly.

She responded by clenching his cock with her cuntal muscles even as she
started to come; rocking and rolling above him, teetering and almost
but not quite falling off him, reaching out and clutching his shoulders
to right herself; and all the while fucking furiously.

Mundra looked down at his groin to where they were joined and saw a
frothy cream covering his shaft as she pounded up and down.

"Lean to me," he rasped, she slowed her frantic pace and complied,
draping a breast just above his mouth. Mundra drew the hardened end
into his mouth and suckled like a babe for a short time; and then bit
playfully down on it causing Sharon to whimper and then spasm into yet
another orgasm.

He felt himself growing ready and grabbed the cheeks of her ass as she
was descending upon him and forced his full length into her as she was
still in the throes of her climax.

Hit bit harder on her nipple.

"Oh yeah! She hollered.  "You bastard . . . you've got me coming
like there's no tomorrow!"

And Sharon renewed her efforts, putting even more intensity into them.

Mundra thought she'd become possessed as her breasts bounced and
jounced up then down, and her fingernails drew blood from him as they
raked over his shoulders and chest. He though she might have torn his
nipple open, but quickly saw it was only a scratch, although a deep
one.

He didn't have time for concern. He began to come, in a series of
uncontrollable waves his orgasm dominated he being - locking out his
other senses, and still Sharon rode over him, sweat soaring off to the
farthest parts of the room; her hair flying this way and that as she
rode him like a young cowboy on a bucking bronco; only she was
responsible for all the bucking.

Suddenly she collapsed upon him. For a split second, Mundra thought
she'd died, but his medical training quickly brought his eyes to bear
on the heartbeat pulsing rapidly in her neck.

His organ finished he sought to repay her for her exceptional effort in
holding him at bay for so long and he kissed her throat at the center
of her throbbing heartbeat. Their bodies seemed glued together and he
saw no need to separate, not yet anyway.

Finally she spoke. "Want to have another?" She smiled.

"Yes, but I can't. I've a patient waiting for me and I can't
keep her waiting."

"I understand. I probably have someone too," she laughed, "but
I'd let them wait for another fuck like that one."

"Another one like that would in all likelihood kill me." He said
and was serious.

"I never asked, "Sharon said, "Are you married?"

"Yes, but we have an understanding. Besides she's pregnant."

"How far along, "Sharon inquired, filing away the contemptuous
remark about his wife.

"Almost four months. She's just starting to show."

"So Mundra is not getting as much as he'd like at home?" She said
teasing him.

"Right now, no. But once her initial problems are overcome she'll
be horny like most other pregnant women and not care where she's
getting poked."

"I'd like to meet her some day," Sharon said and meant it.

"That's possible," he said, "she wants to try a three-way,
would you be interested?"

"Maybe and just maybe I know of someone who would be very
interested."
"Good, but we'd better get back. Would you like to shower first, or
would you prefer showering together?'

"Oh, we've got to get back. I'll go first, thank you, Mundra."

12:15 PM
Marlene had just had her first ass fuck. Dickie had persuaded her to
let him try it and it hadn't been too bad. Micah was enjoying another
blowjob from Janis and Snake had petered out, no pun intended, when the
doorbell rang.

Dickie went to answer it after Micah told him he was expecting a guy
named Ronnie who was his supplier. Marlene lay on the bed, legs spread,
looking wanton and well-fucked at the same time. Only a fifteen year
old could carry it off as she was doing.

But it wasn't Ronnie at the door. It was Micah's father, and he'd
had a few drinks at lunch.

"What the fuck's going on here?" He bellowed, taking in the
mini-orgy before him.

"I . . . I can explain," Micah began, but found he couldn't and
sat down, putting his head between his knees and awaiting his
father's wrath.

"Who the fuck are these . . . people?"

Micah named everyone. And to Marlene's astonishment Micah's father
unzipped his fly and shook his cock out. Unlike his son, he possessed a
rather large cock, perhaps seven inches or so and it quickly rose to
full size as he leered at the two girls cowering in front of him.

Calvin Abramson forced himself to drag his eyes away from Marlene's
lithe form on the bed in order to ogle Janis, still on her knees in
front of Micah who had moved slightly away from her, trying to distance
himself from the orgy.

"Well hi . . . Janis is it?"

Janis nodded, but couldn't speak, her fear was too great and her eyes
were riveted on his quivering cock, only several feet from her face.

"Well Janis, why don't you join the other cunt on the bed and
I'll be with the two of you shortly."

Janis did as she was told and sat cross legged on the bed next to
Marlene who was now on all fours staring at Calvin's cock.

Calvin started to undress, stopping only to reach into his side pocket
and pull out several condoms, which he tossed toward the bed, hitting
Marlene's right breast.

"Open one," He said with a nasty laugh. And Marlene struggle to
open it until Janis took it from her, put it between her teeth and
ripped it open, then laid it on the table next to the bed.

Calvin had a slight beer belly which made Marlene want to giggle, but
her fear stopped even the slightest smirk from crossing her face.

As soon as his bulky body sank into the mattress, he motioned to
Marlene. "Suck it," he said, and as her young, ripe lips wrapped
themselves around him, Calvin told Janis to spread her legs.

Want to eat some of that ripe pussy too," he half laughed half
growled.

The boys were trying to hide all traces of the marijuana without being
noticed by Calvin and managed to do so. Then Dickie and Snake quietly
left. Micah wanted to leave with them but fearful of his father's
anger remained, awaiting his fate.

Marlene was surprised that she was able to accept over half of
Calvin's cock without gagging.
Calvin lay on his side as Marlene sucked away on him, and he positioned
Janis so his face was close to her cunt. Janis pussy was still inflamed
from a session with Snake and as soon as Calvin's brusque tongue
rubbed over her clit she started coming.

Thus inspired, Calvin continued to patiently flick his tongue back and
forth over Janis' most sensitive nub while bringing the middle finger
of his hand all the way into her sodden pussy.
As he continued strumming on her love button with the tip of his tongue
and finger-fucked her, Janis closed her eyes and started to groan
loudly in rhythm with his licking

She found herself vigorously rotating her hips around on his mouth in
an attempt to increase the stimulation against her distended clit even
as her slender lithe frame shuddered through one orgasm after another.

As Calvin's cock rested in the crook of her neck, Marlene worked the
base of it with her tongue licking and sucking his balls while sniffing
and savoring his manly aroma. After an animal-like growl by Calvin,
Marlene withdrew her mouth from around his balls, grabbed the thick
shaft of his prick in her tiny fist and lifted it up so she could munch
on his hairy balls. She gingerly licked at his one plump testicle
before taking it into her mouth and softly sucking on it and tonguing
it. After stimulating his one gonad for a minute or so, she removed her
mouth from around it and then shifted her attention to his other hairy
ball.

"My ass, you cunt! Lick my hairy asshole!"

She did as she was told, blanching at the initial smell and taste of
remnant of shit encountered along the way, she forced the unthinkable
from her mind and carried on primarily due to fear of reprisal if she
didn't please him. His left ass cheek wiggled in her hand and she
felt his thighs tremble as her tongue deftly circled the brown rim of
his nether hole.

As Janis' convulsions finally began to subside and she freed
Calvin's neck from between her clenched thighs, he raised his head
from her frothy, juice laden cunt and looked over at Marlene. He
couldn't see her face for she was busy licking his ass, but he took a
moment to admire her ass and wondered how old this kid was on seeing
her almost non-existent tits.

He moved his ass away from her and pulled her around so that they face
one another. Janis lay beside them, her hand on her pussy, fingering
herself through yet another orgasm.

Calvin started rubbed and squeezed her small tit for several minutes,
delighting in the feel of her little nipple as it finally hardened up
and poked itself into his palm, and after a minute or so, moved his
hand down over her soft white belly and then further down into her
sensitive pubic area. Marlene was moaning and writhing now, wanting him
to fuck her with his nice big cock.

Her mouth opened yieldingly when Calvin's tongue gently pressed
between her two soft lips. He swirled his large tongue around in her
small mouth and gently pressed the hardened tip of it against her small
soft tongue as he gently massaged her hardening clit with my finger.

"Please . . . Put it in!" She cried out in longing.

With a course laugh followed by a grunt, he did and she came instantly.


Marlene now considered herself a full-fledged slut and loved it. She
would remain a slut and a whore for the rest of her life.

1:20 PM
After lunch Peggy Stinson joined Kathy before their shared class in
World Events. Kathy sensed something on Peggy's mind and asked her,
as friends do, if something was troubling her.

"Well, yeah, but I don't think I can tell you," that said, she
began to cry.

Kathy put her arm around her closest friend and offered comforting
words and eventually the tears stopped and with a sniffle, Peggy began
talking.

"Promise you won't tell a single soul?"

"I promise, Peggy, honest, I promise."

"This morning . . . you remember, I missed our ride?" She wiped her
face with her sleeve. "I forgot my paper and ran back to get it and
when I went into the house I heard some strange sounds. Well, not
really strange sounds, but more unusual than strange and . . ."

"Go on," Kathy urged.

"And, I discovered my kid brother going into the shower with my
mother!"

"No!"

"Yes! And Mother invited him in! Both naked and she had him soap her
up and he had this huge erection pointing straight up in the air and
after rubbing it against Mother a couple times he ejaculated on her
rear end."

"Oh, my God!" Kathy couldn't believe what she was hearing for a
moment and then she realized how close she and Dutch had come to doing
it the other night and how she had been dreaming about him fucking her
ever since.

"So then what happened? She asked.

"The truth?"

"Of course the truth. What, I want to hear some lies at this point?
Come on!"

"I came too, just watching them."

"I can understand that, I'm already wet just listening to you
telling me about it."

"You are?"

"Shit yeah! I'm as horny as the nest person, but you already know
that." Both girls began to giggle.

"Mom turned around and took him in her mouth and . . . and she
cleaned him off and then kissed him!"

Kathy's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh!"

"Oh, Kathy, I want to taste a cock! I can't hold out much longer. I
want to have a cock explode its semen into my face; I want to suck one;
I want one inside me!"

"Me too!" Kathy exclaimed and the girls hugged each other until
they heard someone approaching.

"Later today . . . you and me, okay Kathy?"

"Sure" Kathy agreed, for the itch was already spreading through her
young loins.

"Where?" Peggy asked.

"My place. Mom and Dutch are going to San Francisco this afternoon. I
think they have a 5 PM flight."

Peggy squeezed her thighs together. "I can't wait . . . I'm going
to the girl's room and Jill." And she turned and started running
down the hall toward the restroom.

After a brief hesitation, Kathy followed. 'Maybe we can get adjoining
booths,' she thought, feeling the dampness growing under her skirt.


1:30 PM
Dutch Perry cancelled the rest of his appointments and squared his
early departure with the other staff members and trotted down the
hospital steps to greet Rosa after her frantic call to meet him in ten
minutes. She was running up the steps toward him when he came through
the doors.

"Let's hurry," she said, sliding behind the wheel.

"What's the problem? Dutch asked.

"Molly," she replied with an urgency Dutch hadn't seen in her
before.

Molly was Rosa's neighbor whom Dutch had met and bedded before
reintroducing her to Rosa. They had all had sex at Rosa's that night
and convinced the confused Molly to leave her husband, and she had and
was now living in her RV, but unable to find work.

"She's really down right now. I'm afraid she might try to kill
herself," Rosa said, as she drove through some side streets hoping to
find a short cut through the snarled traffic that lay between them and
Molly's RV.

"Why for God's Sake?"

"She feels useless, she's unable to find work; and her monies
running out. She took her eyes off the road and glanced at him. "You
know, we've sort of abandoned her after talking her into leaving that
prick of a husband."

"Aw fuck!" Dutch said expelling his breath which he'd been
holding.

"I tried to reason with her. I told her a great job could be just
around the corner and not to quit trying. We gotta convince her we
care."

"We do care," he said and bit his cuticle.

She drove faster, risking being pulled over and soon found herself back
on the main drag with a faster moving traffic flow.

In short order they arrived at the trailer park where Molly's RV was
located. Rosa led the way to Molly's door and rang the bell. No
answer. She listened at the door.

"God, I don't hear a thing," she said.

Dutch pounded on the door, shaking the RV.

"Who is it? Molly called out.

"Molly honey, let us in," Rosa said calmer now that she'd heard
Molly's voice.

"Go away!"

Dutch said sternly, "If you don't let us in, I'll kick the damn
door down."

There was a pause, then the lock turned and the door opened and Molly
was standing there. She was wearing a white flannel bathrobe and she
looked terrible. Her hair was wild and matted. There were splotches of
makeup on her face and dirt under her fingernails. Her eyes were sore
from crying and her face was swollen.

"I don't want to hear your damned story Molly," Rosa said, taking
her arm and leading everyone into the RV. Dutch closed the door behind
them and locked it.

"Nothin' to tell," Molly sniffed and started crying again.
"I'm useless; serve no purpose; no reason to go on living; none at
all."

Rosa led Molly through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Dutch
wasn't sure what to do, but looked around. There were empty bottles
of beer and gin everywhere, overflowing ashtrays, (he hadn't known
she smoked) dirty plates and glasses, mounds of clothes strewn on the
floor. Rosa saw them too. She turned back to him at the bathroom door.

"Maybe you can do something with this mess," she said, "while I
clean Molly up."

He nodded and she closed the door. Moving swiftly and methodically
around the RV, he put the empty bottles in a black, plastic garbage
bag, emptied the ashtrays, folded the clothes and piled them on an
armchair. He opened the windows to let the sour smell drift into the
muggy afternoon air and turned the air conditioner to its highest
level.

All the while he heard the shower running and wondered if Rosa had been
forced to climb in with Molly just to hold her up. And as he
straightened the chairs and the couch, the RV changed its character.
The dirt and disorder had marked it as Molly's place. Now it seemed
to belong to no one. There were no photographs of friends or loved
ones; there were no books on the shelves or pictures on the walls.
'No wonder she'd become depressed,' he thought as he poured
himself a glass of water from the sink's nozzle and drank the warm,
rust colored water down.

'No one really lives here,' he told himself. 'We've got to do
better than this for her sake,' and made that a commitment to be
resolved before they left later for San Francisco.

The water had stopped running in the shower, but he heard no sounds. A
jet airliner flew overhead. 'That sound must drive Molly mad,' he
thought; and started washing the glasses and dishes in the sink. As he
was finishing up drying them, the bathroom door opened and Rosa was
standing there with a towel wrapped around her and nothing under the
towel.

"Come into the bedroom," she said.

Molly was still wearing the bathrobe, but her hair was brushed straight
back and her skin was shiny and her fingernails clean. She smiled at
him like a kid arriving at a surprise party. Then she went to the
queen-sized bed and, still wearing the robe, slipped under the covers,
all the while her eyes were on Dutch.

He turned to Rosa.

She nodded at the bed and went past him, turning off the lights and
drawing the one blind that wasn't already closed.

He undressed and got into bed beside Molly, engulfed by the odor of
soap and fresh perfume. Molly looked directly at him and touched his
face. Her skin shimmered whitely in the dim light.

Hi Molly," he said in a hoarse whisper.

"Take my robe off," she said, in a small frightened voice. "If
you take it off, then everything's gonna be all right."

Dutch turned and saw Rosa suddenly naked, getting into bed on the other
side of Molly. She nodded at Dutch and he began to untie the belt of
Molly's bathrobe. Molly sat up and he slipped the robe off her
shoulders and saw her freshly scrubbed pink nipples and lush breasts.
She shifted her weight and he was able to slide the robe out from under
her, dropping it on the floor.

"I've been so unhappy," she said, and suddenly began to cry.

He held her close, one of his hands reaching past her for Rosa; for her
arms and breasts and face. Molly turned her face up to him and Dutch
kissed her and tasted salt. He realized that Rosa was sucking one of
his fingers.

And so, Dutch and Rosa began to make love to Molly, trying to console
her; to heal her; taking her out of her loneliness and despair. They
silently converged on her. Kissing her mouth in tandem - a trio of
lips and tongues moved against each other, twirling in a single moment.


Soft sighs filled the bedroom, followed by a gentle sucking sound as
Dutch kissed and sucked one of Molly's turgid nipples and Rosa did
the same to the other. He marveled at the pebbled surface of her areola
and used his teeth to tug at one of her several hairs sprouting from
the brown circled nipple.

They felt Molly begin to relax and, with a soft groan, Dutch grasped
his cock and inserted it in Molly's wet hole, Molly groaned in
pleasure.

Then Rosa covered her mouth with a series of wet, sloppy kisses while
playing with her nipples.

They both felt Molly's climax although it wasn't an especially
violent one, consisting of a series of shuddering tremors and a long
sigh.

After a while Molly whispered, "Don't come in me Dutch. Please
don't come in me. That's for Rosa. Come in Rosa, for me, okay?"

And so he eased his member out of Molly and entered Rosa, who's
vaginal passage seemed even hotter than Molly's had been, and he
willed himself not to come, trying to make it last forever; or until
Molly was fully consoled. And while his cock surged in and out of
Rosa's seemingly molten cunt, Molly covered Rosa's face with kisses
and sucked both her breasts in turn, murmuring over and over again,
"You two are my true friends, my only friends."

Then Molly was behind him, pushing hard against his ass as he pounded
into Rosa, the double weight flattening Rosa against the bed.

Rosa started to come, humping up against the incredible weight of both
bodies and actually lifting them several inches in her frenzy.

Molly's breasts were crushed against his back; her hands crept under
him to knead Rosa's breasts as she continued to come. And finally, he
could hold back no longer and exploded. Rising up like a bucking
bronco, he sent his seed to the farthest corners of Rosa's uterus ---
Crashing down upon Rosa who didn't seem to know or care about the
collisions as Dutch tried to dislodge Molly from his back, only to have
Molly yank on his hair to maintain her position. And underneath the
pile of flesh Rosa moaned and came and came again. Finally all three
collapsed and lay still on the weary bed.

That didn't end things. They dozed for a while, Molly holding his
limp cock, while his hand lay fingers spread open across her pussy and
his mouth was agape inches from Rosa's sperm drooling cunt.

Later Rosa brought in large cold glasses of Pepsi. They drank in
silence, listening to the birds chirping outside and then hugged Molly
between them, until she wriggled free and began sucking his cock. Rosa
got up and sat in a chair facing them. As Dutch's cock grew to its
fullest, Rosa began to masturbate. Dutch watched her and found that he
couldn't come, no matter how well or how hard Molly labored on him.
But Rosa came, groaning loudly and on hearing her, Molly released his
cock from her mouth and called to Rosa.

"Get over here!"

Half bent over, still in the throes of coming, Rosa rolled off the
chair and stumbled to the bed and then Molly plunged her blonde head
between those dark thighs, offering her own pink ass to Dutch, her cunt
a thick gorged red, the blonde hairs almost invisible in the dim
lighting; the lips slippery from her excretions and her asshole, tiny
and tight, with dozens of little lines vanishing into the hole. He wet
himself in her cunt and then eased himself into her asshole. Molly's
body shuddered and rose and trembled and pulled away, and then pushed
back at him to take him into her for she preferred taking it in the
ass. And as Dutch surged into her rectum, Rosa's dusky hands gripped
Molly's blonde head and pulled her face into her come filled cunt.

Afterward Molly smiled at them and said, "Thank you."

They spoke briefly, telling her what they were up to and assured her
that in a couple days they would be introducing her to Alice and
Robert, who were in a better position to find her some gainful
employment. Molly appeared reassured and Rosa felt she would make it
while they were gone.

They made their flight with seconds to spare.

If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part was,
or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.
the_panda@hotmail.com

-- 
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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+