Message-ID: <56978asstr$1197036603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: e23g2000prf.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1c5d8eea-a414-4e53-afe0-c32522996596@e23g2000prf.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2007 02:03:28 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: e23g2000prf.googlegroups.com; posting-host=222.127.228.5; posting-account=JabuVAoAAACpzQZHTRyS7ub3Un5mIVxy User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 5.1; .NET CLR 1.0.3705; .NET CLR 1.1.4322; Media Center PC 4.0; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; MEGAUPLOAD 2.0),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 18:03:28 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Love's Distant Shore Ch.2 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Rom, D/s, Teen, Lines: 1282 Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2007 09:10:03 -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/Year2007/56978> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Love's Distant Shore Part Two by rache Copyright 2007 Rebecca Stancil all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com Part one may be found here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm Story Codes: M/F, M/f, Rom, Teen, First, Oral, Cheat? Note: This is a continuation of "Untitled (10,000 Words)" also known as "Love's Disant Shore" in some forums and you should read that story prior to this one, otherwise I'm afraid much of the point will be lost. Synopsis: Kris arranges to bring her husband together with the fourteen year old Amy, and struggles with the consequences. -======{8}======- Love's Distant Shore by High School Sweetheart Chapter Two "Two hours today. I hope you all made arrangements." Professor Warners had a way of speaking without looking at any of her forty students. "This is your midterm practical, so remember that I'm looking at elements and naturalism...Not realism." She loved theory and it wasn't my first exposure to it or to the professor. I was in my second year at Princeton, working on my bachelor of arts, and I tuned the woman out as I prepped my ground. We were doing charcoal, not my favorite medium as I was a painter, but I could live with it. Everyone had to take introductory drawing and I'd banked it for a rainy day, when I'd want a sleeper in my course load. Princeton was a lot harder than I thought it would be. "I hope were not drawing a stupid plant." Linda was next to me. She was one of the friends I'd made at college and a pretty good sculptor, and decidedly unhappy about sketching for midterms. She'd put the course off for entirely different reasons. "I doubt it." I smiled at her and she frowned. "Don't look so happy." She snapped. "What did I do?" I rolled my eyes. It wasn't my fault Linda couldn't draw. "Our model today is Kurt, so let's behave ourselves." The professor was opening the door to her office, which served as a changing room. She paused, looking over her shoulder in our general direction. "Ladies, I'm talking to you." There was some laughter and whispered conversation, we'd all seen Kurt before and naturalism was wasted on him, in our collective opinion. Naturalism was usually used to improve a subject and Kurt... I took an involuntary breath as he walked into the room, which was actually a very old and small lecture hall. It had been redone sometime in the past to be more a more functional classroom environment. The odd cone-shaped dimensions were retained however, and it drew attention to the pinnacle, to the footstool upon which Kurt was now sitting in his white robe. He ignored us and I wondered how he could be so comfortable as he slipped the garment from his broad shoulders. As freshman, we'd all gotten a taste of modeling at the professor's insistence. My turn had come, standing for my classmates and trying not to giggle nervously in the bathing suit I'd worn. It was intended to give us an empathy for our models and I think it worked, at least for me. I didn't take them for granted, not after that, and I hadn't even gotten naked. Kurt, on the other hand, was very naked as he sat there. Professor Warners posed him for us, contriving to hide and reveal those aspects in which her students were most interested, depending on where one was sitting. Most of the class was female, nineteen and twenty year old girls who were hardly mature in any real sense of the word. I felt it, the attraction for the man, and it was a purely physical thing. The desire was not uncontrollable, of course, but it was a little more than just seeing a handsome boy at the mall. This boy, this man, was beautiful and naked and sitting there just for me. For two hours I would possess him and after that, when he was free to escape, Kurt would leave a portion of himself behind. I'd capture him on my paper and keep him forever. That was my goal and the only reason I could push all other thoughts from my mind. I didn't worry about my grade, nor look at my friends and classmates; I barely looked at my paper. There was Kurt and the light hitting his body and the shadows falling across his face and... Between one heartbeat and the next, a lifetime can be lost. "Time's up, thank you very much." Professor Warners clapped her hands, bringing weak protests and groans as the exercise finished. I blinked, wondering where the time had gone. My sketch was largely complete. I was happy enough with it, but I could have used another ten more minutes maybe. Around me it was obvious that most of the class wanted much more time than that. I watched Kurt put his robe back on, smiling as he shared a few words with the professor and he looked past her for a moment, looking at us and I thought I caught his eyes with mine, but they didn't linger or show any recognition. Kurt's gaze swept over me and I looked down at the drawing I'd done with a secret smile. He was looking at me there, I'd stolen his eyes and they stared at me from the paper, warm and gentle and all mine. It hadn't been easy, getting his attention the way I had, but I was more than pleased with the result and I understood then the real definition of naturalism. The art of depicting subjects as they might exist. Kurt might look at me that way, I thought, maybe, if I could just find a way. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Is he here?" I asked, not bothering with hello. "Kris! About time." Linda was smiling and she leaned close as I came into the kitchen through her back door. I let her kiss my cheek impatiently. "You've started early." I grinned, smelling the alcohol on her breath. "Three years ago!" Linda laughed. "As soon as I stepped off the bus." The small house was full of people, the kitchen full of girls specifically. Talking, smoking, blending margaritas. It was a typical Friday night at Linda's place, a house just off campus that she shared with two roommates. The Princeton art community was small, the real artists I should say because there were a lot of people around who weren't. Would-be artists and bohemians of all sorts, groupies even, and the amateur critics. They were largely intelligent and entertaining and a lot of fun, so none of us complained really. I was enjoying college immensely. "So?" I demanded, returning to my immediate interest. "Is he here?" "You asked..." Linda was holding me around the waist, speaking into my ear as we made our way between people. "...and I delivered, girlfriend." "Really?" I felt nervous energy filling me because beyond this I had no idea what I was doing. "You'll have to make your own introductions." Linda gave me a squeeze, pulling me towards the open doorway and I could see him, standing near a bookcase with two other men, talking and smiling, holding a bottle of beer. Kurt was there. "Shoot." I breathed. "Did he come with anyone?" "God!" Linda shook her head. "Does it matter?" "I need a drink." I decided, postponing my intentions. I felt tight all over. "Uh-uh...Empty handed." Linda gave me a push into the room and a gay laugh. "Like the beggar you are!" I gave her a quick look, but I didn't know if I wanted her to give me another push, or talk me out of it. I'd been trying to meet the guy for a month already, but not really trying, just wanting to try. I was good at wanting and I think I even enjoyed that. There was something noble about being alone and loving from a distance, or so I'd told myself and my friends, but of course they wouldn't tolerate that for long. Not Linda certainly, she was all about action, hands on, the way a good sculptor must be. I was a painter and so I was an observer, but I was also impulsive, impetuous, and often far too bold for my good, once I built up a little steam anyway. And Kurt made me hot all over, inside and out. "I was at that game; sat right behind third base..." One of the other men was saying. "Hi." I interrupted, feeling rather small as all three of those guys were much taller than my five feet nothing. "Hi there." One of them replied quickly, the one who'd watched me walking across the room. "Hi...Hello..." Kurt and the last guy spoke a second later and I had their attention. I'm not sure that I'm beautiful, that would depend on who you asked, but I'm attractive enough for most men to find interesting. Too short, in my opinion, but being small has its own appeal, and it made my breasts seem even larger than they were. I was showing them off too, wearing a tight sweater above a rather short pleated skirt, red and black respectively. The dangerous colors. My long blonde hair was loose and my face scrubbed pink with a little make-up, not much. I looked good and I knew it and confidence was never my problem. "I'm Kris." I smiled, looking at all of them and trying not to give too much away. "Hi Kris." The first guy extended his hand and he was very interested. "I'm Dave..." He paused while I let his fingers touch mine. "...This is Kurt and Steve." "Steve." I looked at him and he was the shy one, I thought, keeping his hands to himself but smiling at me. "Did you pass the class?" Kurt asked me and he didn't offer me his hand either. "I did, yeah." I nodded, feeling my heart leap and playing cool. He remembered me. "Thanks to you." Kurt's two friends were curious now, looking to their friend for some explanation. "Good. Warners told me you were her prize." Kurt smiled and he's so wonderfully tall, well over six feet, and broad shouldered, and narrow waisted, and...yeah...His soft brown eyes, gentle and warm just like I remembered. "She did?" I narrowed my eyes a little, not understanding him. "Can I get you something to drink, Kris?" Dave asked me and I nodded, smiling politely at him for a second, but all my energy was on Kurt and they knew it. "You know how they like to brag." Kurt said. "She let me see your drawing." "Oh." I reddened a little, but only because I had no idea Kurt was this familiar with me. "What did you think of it?" "Do my eyes really look like that?" He spoke softly and I felt the fluttering of wings in my stomach. It was then, right then, that we made the connection. I don't know how it is for other people, if they can pick one second out of the millions shared and say, 'This is when we fell in love.' But we could, both of us, and I saw that recognition reflected in his eyes. It was magic. "So, you're an artist?" Steve said and that seemed pretty funny, but don't ask me why. "Yeah." I smiled, turning my head reluctantly and cleared my throat a little. "What do you guys do?" "Here you go, Kris." Dave was back, handing me a plastic cup with some margarita in it, cold and salty and extra strong, just the way Linda likes them. "We're engineering students." Steve nodded "Structural engineers, you know." "Okay...Thanks." I smiled at Dave and took a small drink, feeling my mouth riot at the tequila and that one drink was going to last me the rest of the night probably. Two would put me on my butt. "He wants to be an engineer." Kurt clarified. "I'm more interested in architecture." "Hmmm...Bridges, or skyscrapers? Better condominiums?" I lifted my eyebrows playfully. "What turns you on?" "Heh....Shopping malls." Kurt grinned at me, taking a swallow of his beer. "Sure, shopping malls." I laughed. "I want to design one where you can actually find a bathroom." He nodded. "What do you want to do?" "Me?" I brushed my hair back, buying a little time to decide. "I want to paint you." "You can paint me." Dave laughed and he touched my hip, which was mildly annoying. "Really?" Kurt ignored his friend. "Yeah." I nodded. "You want to see my studio?" "Shoot." Dave laughed and dropped his hand, taking a large swallow of beer to wash down that bitter pill. "You have a studio?" Steve asked, not getting it, but Kurt did. "Don't you think we should, uh..." Kurt was smiling. "...go on a date first? A studio seems awfully personal." "Would you like to go out with me?" I asked and I felt like a little girl at a carnival. "Yeah, I would." Kurt replied. "Do you want my phone number?" "Uh-huh." I nodded, looking up into his eyes. "But I don't have a pen." "I've got one." Steve offered and Dave laughed at him. "There's one in my car." Kurt said. "Can I borrow it?" I asked. "I don't know." Kurt sucked at his cheek. "I got it from my insurance company. It's kinda special." "I'll be careful with it." I licked my lips. "I promise." "As long as you're careful." Kurt took a breath and let it out slow. "I guess." He held my hand and somewhere on our way towards the front door I lost my drink. His too and I felt radiant. There was no other word for it. Kurt was holding my fingers in his gentle hand, walking close behind me as we made our way out. I could feel his presence enveloping me, wrapping me up in a warmth I'd never known before. "Are we on our first date yet?" I asked him as we stepped into the night, turning so I could face him. "I think so." Kurt replied and he hadn't let me go at all. He put his other hand on my waist and I stepped closer, looking up at him, putting my hands on his shoulders. "I don't do this." I told him, needing to explain suddenly, wanting his good opinion. "I don't pick guys up and bring them home." "I know." He said gently. We might have kissed then and we wanted to, but we didn't. I let him go and Kurt released me, and we walked. I'd felt that initial rush, the urgency to do everything and all at once, and I'd resisted it. We had time enough to take it slow, to make it good. The anticipation was wonderful and I wanted to draw it out, we both did and that was how alike we were. Kurt could have had me anytime he wanted, and if I'd wanted to kiss him and touch him, Kurt wouldn't have stopped me. We had come to an agreement though, a silent promise to wait until it became unbearable and that feeling is like nothing else in the world. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" We were half a mile and twenty minutes past the party. "Only between mothers and sons." Kurt said. "Oh." I had to think about that and then I laughed. "What?" "Well, daughters too." Kurt chuckled. "But I'm a boy so...Oh, no..." He gave me a real laugh. "...I don't have an Oedipus thing going. You know what I mean." "Yeah, I do." I was close to him, feeling Kurt's big hand on my hip as we walked. It was a cool night and he'd put his jacket over my shoulders. "I definitely believe in love at second sight though." Kurt told me. "Your mom's pretty important to you, huh?" I said, deciding to change the subject. Love frightened me and I'd brought it up to test myself as much as him. I'd known the man for half an hour. "Aren't they always?" He shrugged. "I'm an only child. My dad was always working; always gone it seemed like." "Me too." I said. "I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, my dad came home every night though, so..." "Mine's a regional manager for Prudential, you know the Rock." He smiled. "So he travels a lot." "I want a lot of kids." I told him. "I hated being by myself." "Oh yeah?" Kurt gave me just the barest squeeze. "Me too. Like six or something." "Six?" I giggled. "I was thinking like, four is a lot." "Yeah, maybe, four's a good number too." "Two boys and two girls." I sighed. "That would be good." "What about five?" Kurt gave me a grin and I laughed. We found a café that was open, one of the all night places serving caffeine and sugar to college kids and we sat down, having a little pie. "Fruit pies are way better than cream pies, I think." I was having cherry pie and it was sweet. "Why's that?" Kurt was eating banana cream pie. "Cause a pie oughta be baked." I decided. "It can't be a real pie if it doesn't go in the oven." "Hmmm..." He shrugged. "...How about pumpkin pie, what's that?" "That's a real pie." I nodded. "It's baked." "Are you going home for Thanksgiving?" He asked me. "Christmas, all that good stuff?" "Probably." I shrugged. "Not Thanksgiving, but Christmas and New Years, yeah." "Me too." He nodded. "My birthdays the day after Christmas." "Really?" I smiled at that. "Mine's the day before Christmas." "Oh yeah?" He gave me a little look. "Nineteen eighty...What?" "You first." I giggled, licking my fork slowly. "Eighty-three." He said, watching my tongue. "Me too." I laughed. "Seriously." "That's cool." "I'm older than you." I grinned. "Heh...By two days? Does that count?" "Of course it does." I nodded. "You're just a kid." "Yeah, okay...And you're an older woman." Kurt chuckled. "You ever get weird presents?" "Weird ones?" I narrowed my eyes. "I used to get like one roller blade on Christmas day." Kurt explained. "And then I'd get the other one..." "On your birthday?" I giggled. "Yeah! God, I thought that was just me!" "Your parents did that too?" Kurt shook his head. "They still do it. One of my presents is always something that comes in two's...Cufflinks, or something like that." "Yeah." I agreed, "My dad likes that. He gets me earrings usually and I have no idea how he gets two boxes for them, but he does." "Dads have special powers." Kurt said. "Yeah." I smiled, sitting back a little. "You'd be a pretty good dad, I think." "Think so?" Kurt kept his face straight. "Thanks." "What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked him and I was so comfortable right then. "Playing baseball." He smiled. "Baseball?" I stared at him. "It's winter outside." "No, not yet." He shrugged. "I love baseball, there's a bunch of us playing, just having fun." "Okay." I shrugged. "You want to come out?" Kurt asked. "We can have a little lunch, play some baseball and then...I dunno, whatever you want to do." "You want me to watch you play baseball in November?" I rolled my eyes. "No, I want you to play." He laughed. "We need a second basemen." "I don't even know where second base is." I giggled. "No thanks." "Awww...Tomorrow night then, will you have dinner with me?" Kurt leaned forward a little. "Yeah." I smiled. "Dinner I can do." Kurt walked me back to my dorm and it was surprisingly late. Time had just disappeared and it was hard saying goodnight to the man. "Tomorrow you have to bring your own coat." Kurt teased me and I felt a little bad cause he must have been freezing. "I will." I promised, shrugging his jacket off my shoulders and rubbing my arms. "Okay." He looked down at me and we were quiet for a few seconds. "Goodnight, Kris." "Goodnight." I bit my bottom lip. "I had fun." "Me too." He nodded and that was it. Our first date was ending and he didn't even try to kiss me, but it was in his eyes and that was better somehow. "I'm gonna marry you." I said under my breath, walking away and letting him watch my pleated skirt move until I went through the doors, looking back at the last moment and only then because I had to. I was hopelessly in love. =-=--=-=-=--=-=--=-=-==-= "Hello?" I answered the phone after about a dozen rings; rather hoping whoever it was would give up before I made my way into the kitchen. "Kris? Hi, this is Nancy Chambers." A woman was saying and when I didn't reply immediately, "Amy's mother?" "Oh, right. I'm sorry." I nodded into the phone. "Hi. What can I do for you?" My first thought naturally, was that Amy had told her mother how I'd had her model for me, that wouldn't have been terribly awful though. Artists had a lot of license with models, even teenage girls, and I doubted the girl's mother would have been too upset by that. From what I'd gathered Amy had been modeling a long time and so mom would be plenty experienced with the sometimes intimate necessities of artistic expression. I was even quite sure the contract specified Amy was available for nudes, with parental permission, which I'd had, so underwear wasn't a big deal. The next thought, following a millisecond later, was much less encouraging. Amy might have told her mom about my personal portfolio, the one dedicated to my husband and his beautiful body. She'd seen every part of the man, front and back, in every possible situation. From sleeping on his stomach, to masturbating in the shower, Amy had gotten a real eyeful. This, I thought, was mom calling to read me the riot act before she called Margie, or worse. I wasn't sure I could be in a lot of legal trouble; art was art. But still, after my experience with Kurt that morning, I was ready for more bad news. I braced myself, expecting the worst. "We're just up the street in the Village and it looks like Amy's going to be finished here a lot earlier than we thought." Nancy explained quickly. "You mentioned that you wanted her to model for you again next Saturday, but since we're already here..." "Oh." I was actually surprised that I wasn't in trouble. "...I thought I'd give you a call and see if you could use her today." The woman continued, but I'd already made up my mind. "Yeah, absolutely." I agreed quickly. "I'd love to use her today." "Great." Nancy was smiling, I could tell. "We'll have an early lunch and I'll bring her by about noon. Is that okay?" "Perfect, yeah." I said, feeling my heart picking up speed. "Alright, Kris, we'll see you then. Bye." "Goodbye." I turned off the phone. "What's perfect?" Kurt surprised me and I jumped a little, then turned and I couldn't hide either my excitement or my guilt. "Uh, I'm getting a model." I tried to smile. "Amy, the girl in the picture. That was her mom." "I see." Kurt pursed his lips, staring at me for a few seconds before opening the refrigerator for some bottled water. He was a little red and damp with sweat, his t-shirt stained and clinging to his body. Kurt's shorts, which weren't really tight, were clinging to him as well. I felt a rush of heat as I watched him move, staring at his ass when he turned and bent slightly. I wanted Kurt again, which seemed ridiculous somehow, like I was becoming a nymphomaniac or something. I'd practically raped him coming through the front door the previous evening, and last night we'd made love after hitting a few clubs uptown. Now, here I was standing in the kitchen, seeing him fresh from a long run through the park, and all I could think about was being taken by the man on our kitchen table. Kurt wasn't going to be in much of a mood for that though, I didn't think; not after telling him that the girl I wanted him to molest was coming over. That was his opinion and I knew it. I should have been happy to find out that my husband wasn't interested in fourteen year old girls, or any other girls for that matter. He loved and wanted me. I should have felt relieved and confident and encouraged by that knowledge, but I wasn't. The fantasy that I'd kept buried for a year, or perhaps longer than that since I'd become aware of it, was spoiling it for us. I wanted more than a husband to love me, or I needed Kurt to express his love in some other way, in a way that seemed completely at odds with the very definition of love. It was a paradox and it was eating away at me inside. "She called me." I said defensively. "I wasn't looking for her." "But it's perfect, right?" Kurt drank some water. "You'll get to meet Amy." I nodded because I could never lie to him. "I think I'll go to the office." Kurt said and he was trying to spite me, which made me angry, as he knew it would. "Kurt, please..." I pushed my anger aside, moving close to him and putting my arms around the man I loved. "...Just do this one thing, for me? I just want you to meet her, that's all, try it and if I'm wrong..." "If you're wrong?" Kurt looked down at me and reluctantly put his hand on the back of my head, hugging me to his chest. He did love me, more than anything else in the world, and he wanted to understand. "...I'll see it. I'll know it." I could smell his sweat, the humid musk of his body and my nipples hardened against him. "It's just a fantasy, that's all; we don't have to actually do anything." "Then why do this?" Kurt asked reasonably. "If you don't have to, then why..." "I don't know." I kissed him through his t-shirt, sliding my hands down to his hard chiseled ass, feeling his muscles even there. "I just need it, please? Meet her for me; let me see you together. That's all." "Kris, Kris, Kris..." He sighed softly. "...I love you so much." "Do this for me, Kurt." I kissed him again, sliding down his body slowly. I kissed his stomach, running my hands down the back of his thighs, sinking to my knees in front of him. "Make me happy...Try it for me..." He was semi-hard already and I mouthed Kurt's cock through the cotton of his shorts, pressing my face against him and filling my senses with my husband's growing arousal. Giving him sex wasn't going to bribe Kurt into anything; I had no illusions about that. I'd always appreciated the fact that he wasn't some mindless guy who'd do anything for an orgasm. I loved his self-control and discipline; Kurt thought with his mind and felt with his heart, unlike a few guys I'd known who were so centered around their dicks it was amazing they could get out of bed in the morning. I was doing this as much for me as for him, and there wasn't any trade to be made. Kurt would do as I asked only if he wanted to, only if he thought it was the best thing for both of us, or failing that, if he felt the desire to see me happy. That's what love is, by Kurt's definition; love is when another person's happiness is more important than your own. He'd told me that and I'd responded that love was when someone's happiness was essential to your own. We'd explored the differences together over a long weekend in a bed and breakfast in Martha's Vineyard and all we'd settled upon was that we were hopelessly in love with each other. I was afraid to examine myself to see if I was betraying that. "Mmmm..." Kurt was smiling down at me, leaning against the refrigerator as I pulled his shorts down, and then his jock which he always wore when exercising. I guess his big cock and healthy balls, and they were generous like the rest of him, needed the support. I didn't mind, he looked amazingly sexy in a tight white jock strap, the ribbed pouch filled with the bulge of my husband's cock. Seeing him like that was always intensely erotic for me. His penis sprang free, not completely hard yet, but almost, standing out from his body and curving downward. It was sticky with sweat, like the rest of his body, and the smell of his recent exercise was like an aphrodisiac. The rich heady musk of his body after a workout was a scent I wanted to bathe in. I could taste him on my tongue and I loved Kurt's cock in a purely selfish, animal way. He was large and hot and heavy, surprisingly so, and Kurt's penis looked like it belonged in one of the few porn movies I'd seen. I could barely get my fingers around it, and even with both hands holding him, there was more to hold in my mouth. I opened wide, catching the smooth head of my husband's cock between my lips and lifting to straighten that thick shaft. I gave him head often as foreplay and he enjoyed it a lot, but only rarely had he ever finished in my mouth. It wasn't because I didn't want him to, but only because we so often ended up making love. That was what we enjoyed most, both of us, and oral sex was just to get us ready. I was in a mood for him now though, and I think Kurt sensed this and reciprocated my desires. I wanted to please him, to taste his orgasm while I knelt fully clothed on the kitchen floor. It was submissive, there's no other word, and I wanted that feeling. I wanted my husband towering above me, strong and unwashed and watching as I worshipped his manhood. I took the head and more, sucking gently as I worked my tongue around the glans, ticking beneath it and then laving the whole as best I could. I was filled with him, my small mouth overwhelmed as he continued to grow larger. I was squeezing and stroking him with both hands, sliding his velvet soft skin over the hardening muscle beneath. I worked to control my breathing and resisted the occasional urge to cough or gag as his cock would touch the back of my mouth. I kept my lips tightly stretched around him, bobbing my head back and forth slowly. I gave him the best blowjob I knew how, bringing a hand to cup his heavy sperm-filled balls. I massaged them carefully, rolling his precious orbs in my delicate fingers. When I pulled my mouth away, swallowing spit and precum and drinking cool air, my husband sighed and smoothed the hair from my face. I kissed his cock, the length of him, letting his long shaft slide over my face wetly, trailing his juice across my flushed skin. I licked and kissed and nibbled at Kurt's cock, working my way to the base and then pressing my lips and tongue against his balls. I continued to hold him with my left hand, gathering my soft hair in my fingers and wrapping it around my husband's penis. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, washing it gently while I jerked him off in a golden pillow across my cheek and temple. My right hand was between Kurt's muscular thighs, turned up so I could feel his ass. I worked my fingers between his smooth round cheeks. He was damp there, the crevice of his ass only sparsely covered with fine dark hairs, barely noticeable as I sucked his testes harder, bringing my fingers to his anus. I paused long enough to slide the middle finger to my mouth, sucking it and wetting it with my saliva, and then I took his other testicle into my mouth while I worked that slick finger against my husband's asshole. He enjoyed that sort of ass play while I gave him head and I loved every part of the man. I pushed my finger inside his ass slowly, coaxing him to relax with my muffled murmurs of loving devotion. I went back to his cock with my mouth as I pushed my middle finger inside his rectum to the second knuckle, sucking my husband's cock eagerly once more while he held my head in his hands. I could feel his hot tight ass clenched around my digit as I kept it there, not moving it in or out, but more wiggling it gently, giving him a pleasurable sensation while I moved my mouth up and down on his cock rapidly. I was taking more of him now, but by no means more than a few inches. He was simply too large for me to get much more than a quarter of that wonderful cock inside my mouth. Some woman someplace could probably deep throat a cock that sized, but it was ever beyond my skills, and so I had to content myself with sucking as much as I could and stroking the fat length of him I couldn't with my left hand. I think he liked that anyway, watching my engagement and wedding rings sliding back and forth over his dark muscle, seeing my grey-blue eyes staring up into his as I loved him. My soft lips pulled tight around his cock as Kurt began moving with me, unable to help himself now. He could feel his orgasm approaching and his fingers were strong in my hair, gripping me with increasing urgency as he fucked my face. This was good for us; it had been too long since I'd just concentrated on making him happy. My body was quivering inside and my pussy was soaked with juices, clasping angrily at the emptiness inside and begging to be filled. I ignored that desperate want, shoved it aside as I kept my eyes on my husband's, imploring him to cum for us. I wanted to feel his cock shooting into my mouth, filling me with his vigorous seed. I'd swallow him happily, drinking my husband's pleasure. He was breathing harder, his mouth open and his pink tongue working across his lips. He was close now and I pushed my finger deeper, ignoring the small discomfort in my wrist as I turned it awkwardly. I was trying to reach his prostate, to find that soft part of him and make him feel good. His cockhead lunged repeatedly into my mouth, hitting the back and threatening to make me cough. Kurt groaned loudly, his ass squeezing itself around my finger as he suddenly pulled my head hard against him. I did gag then, it was uncontrollable, and a thick hot wash of sperm erupted into my mouth. It overfilled me completely; semen shooting from the corners of my mouth as if a dam were bursting. I fought instinctively to pull back and I swallowed hard, again and again, feeling nothing but the overwhelming pleasure of my husband's ejaculate filling my tummy. I milked his cock with my hand, working to get as much of his cum into my mouth as possible. It was already a lot, too much even, as it was running down my chin, dripping onto my heaving breasts and thighs and the floor beneath us. My husband pulled back slowly, his cock still releasing his orgasm, but slower now. His cock throbbed in time with his heart, pulsing beneath my fingers, and I breathed cool air into my lungs. My mouth was coated with sperm, as was Kurt's cockhead, and I caught my breath quickly before setting to work cleaning us up with my tongue. I withdrew my finger from his ass slowly, bringing it to my mouth as well and letting the man see me sucking his ass clean from my finger. I scooped up the drips and drops of his orgasm from my t-shirt and jeans, bringing the remnants to my lips as well. I wiped semen off the floor and ate that too, all the while Kurt watching me, nodding his head and smiling. "Are you still going to the office?" I breathed, kissing his thigh, stroking his skin as I stayed on my knees. "I'll meet this girl." Kurt cleared his throat. "If it's what you really want." "Yeah, I do." I said softly, feeling the excitement inside me stronger than ever. It was so difficult to remain there, to stay calm at my husband's feet. We were quiet for a few minutes and it was odd, perhaps, that we'd be so comfortable like that, but we were. My husband half-clothed and me on my knees in the kitchen. Neither of us talking, or moving really, but just looking at each other. We'd never found silence uncomfortable and this moment was like so many others we'd shared, but different as well. Amy was there, like a ghost, and we were both thinking about her, but in very different ways I was sure. "Do you like this?" There was another thought in my mind. "What's that?" Kurt focused his eyes on mine. "Nevermind." I shook my head and if he was going to pursue it, he changed his mind and let it go. "I'd better get a shower." Kurt was stroking my hair. "Do you want me to wash your back?" I gave him an impish look, turning my face so I could kiss his palm. "I'll let you wash mine." "This really turns you on, doesn't it?" Kurt said and he was smiling, not teasing me, but genuinely surprised I think. "I told you it did." I held up my hands so Kurt could take them and help me to my feet. "Does it turn you on?" "You turn me on." He pulled me close enough so he could bend his lips to mine. "I don't need anything else." "Mmmm..." I sighed as our kiss ended, licking my lips. "But you still haven't told me what you think about." "Don't start that." Kurt chuckled. "Come on, let's get you wet. What time's this girl coming?" "Too late." I giggled and I was already soaked as Kurt moved, bringing me with him by the hand. "Um, noon...She'll be here at noon." "Just don't be disappointed, okay?" Kurt said and he gave me a close look over his shoulder as I nodded. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Hi!" Amy was standing on my doorstep, smiling happily and all by herself. "Hi." I smiled back at her, "Where's your mom?" "Oh, I dunno. Getting her hair done or something." Amy wrinkled her nose and her hazel eyes were bright and cheerful. "She just dropped me off." "Okay." I shrugged at that and let the fourteen year old in. "I can stay til five, then she's picking me up." Amy said, looking around comfortably and combing her brown hair back, thick and wavy and almost auburn, tucking it behind her ears. "Great, that's cool." I agreed. "Did you eat already?" "Yeah, I'm fine." She nodded and then kind of froze, like a deer caught in headlights. "Hi." Kurt's voice came from the kitchen doorway. "Hi." Amy smiled and I think the girl even blushed a little, her tanned face going slightly pink and she was so beautiful like that. "Kurt, this is Amy, the girl who modeled for me yesterday." I smiled, putting on a little act for Amy's benefit, and then my husband's. "This is my husband, Kurt." "Nice to meet you, Amy." Kurt's voice was gentle and I'd briefly worried that he might try and turn the girl away immediately, but my husband wasn't like that. He wouldn't be rude or selfish. "Hi, yeah." Amy licked her lips and smiled and I knew she was remembering the paintings I'd shown her, the nudes of Kurt, and they were fresh in her teenage mind. "Hey, um, how about I do the two of you together." I sucked my bottom lip and looked between Kurt and Amy. "For the Lolita thing, it'll be good." "What's that?" Kurt smiled at me but I could tell he wasn't really happy with my idea, meeting Amy was one thing, posing with the girl all afternoon... "Really?" Amy's eyes grew large and she drew her attention from my husband back to me. "Yeah." I grinned at her and then turned pleading eyes on Kurt. "Come on, please? I haven't painted you in so long. It'll be fun." "Oh." He gave me a sarcastic smile. "Posing is fun now? When did that start?" Amy giggled at that and she could hardly take her eyes off the man and I took that as a good sign. Kurt gave her a smile, one of his real ones, and whatever my problems might be, it was hard for Kurt to blame the smiling young model as she stood there. It wasn't Amy's fault I was a little crazy and my husband knew it. It took some work, a lot of silent begging on my part in between playful words to convince Kurt to pose with Amy, but ten minutes later I had them both in my studio. It had actually been a little easier than I would have expected and I wondered if Kurt had agreed only to please me, or because he found Amy interesting. I wanted to believe both reasons and as well as I knew my husband, Kurt had always retained some small ability to frustrate my complete understanding of him. His motives were hidden at times and that was part of the mystery of love, really. I liked being curious, as most women do. "Okay, I want to do this nude, I think." I looked at Amy, who was wearing jeans today and a pink blouse. "Will that be okay for you?" "You want me nude?" She blinked at me. "Or, um..." "Nudes?" Kurt rolled his eyes and he was suspicious, naturally and if he had secrets from me, I was an open book for him. "Both of you." I nodded. "You can change in there, Amy, and Kurt can use the bedroom." I smiled at him. "You know where it is. I'll get Amy a robe." "Uh, hold on, Kris..." Kurt smiled at me and he was shaking his head. "What?" I frowned at him. "Amy's available for nudes, I checked, and you...Well, I've seen you naked before, dear." "Amy hasn't." My husband pointed out. "And I'm not sure how she feels about being naked in front of a strange man." "It's okay. I was naked all morning for Paul." Amy shrugged with a giggle. "He's pretty strange." "She's seen you naked too." I grinned at the look on my husband's face when I told him that. "I opened the wrong portfolio by accident yesterday." "Oh." Amy gave a little gasp and I think she'd rather that had stayed our little secret. "The wrong..." Kurt tilted his head. "...Kris?" "It's okay, we're all professionals here." I was pushing him then. "I'll write you a check after were done, now go on. Don't be shy now." "This is a bad idea." Kurt whispered to me as I was getting him out the door. "It's just art." I whispered back and gave him a kiss for good luck. "She's just a kid." He sighed. "What are you doing?" "If she's just a kid then what's the problem?" I challenged him. "You're the one saying it doesn't matter, that nothing will happen, right? So prove it to me." "Kris..." "Just show me." I smiled. "Or do you want to change your mind?" "This isn't just about us." My husband resisted. "She's a person, she has feelings." "She's a model," I said, "and besides, you'll let her down easy. I know you." "Nothings going to happen." He insisted. "That's what you keep saying." I shrugged. "So prove it." "It isn't going to work." Kurt finally smiled, shaking his head and walking away. "You're not gonna be in trouble with him, are you?" Amy asked me and she'd seen us talking, but I didn't think she'd heard anything. "Trouble?" I giggled. "No, he just hasn't posed in front of anyone else since college. He's nervous." "Because of me?" Amy laughed and stuck out her tongue as I led her into the adjoining room I used as a dressing room when models needed one. "Yeah." I smiled at her. "Boys are like that." "He can't be as nervous as I am." She confessed and started unbuttoning her blouse. "I've never posed with someone else, especially a man like that...I mean, you know..." I grinned at her sheepish smile as the girl remembered Kurt was my husband. There was a robe hanging on the wall and I held it while Amy undressed. I took in her puffy breasts once more, those marvelous pink nipples so generous and pointing out from her smallish breasts wonderfully. The soft tummy she had with a just a touch of babyfat to accentuate her form, that magical shape a female possesses when she'd neither a girl nor a woman, but something of both all at once. I found her breathtaking, much as I had the day before, and seeing her sex exposed as the girl removed her panties forced me to look away. Her immature pussy was small and sparsely covered with thin curling hair, brown and hiding nothing of her thin pink lips as they clung together, tucked safely away inside her delicate slit. It was a perfect pussy, sweet and innocent and lovely as the rest of her. "Here you go." I held the robe open so Amy could slip it on and we emerged into my studio to find Kurt in his old blue bathrobe looking unsure of himself. "This feels kinda weird." Amy whispered with giggle. "You don't have to if you don't want to." I said softly, my good conscience finally asserting itself, but I really didn't want her to change her mind. "No, I want to..." She smiled and made a little face and then turned her head as Kurt was watching us with a curious smile. "...I do." "Where are we doing this?" Kurt asked and he was looking at Amy, smiling at her and it was reassuring for the girl, I think, as she smiled back and lowered her eyes slightly. "Right over here, on the stool." I walked them over towards the windows and the open doors leading to our balcony, pulling the stool where I wanted it. "Both of us?" Kurt chuckled. "Yeah." I smiled, pushing my excitement aside and going into full tilt artist mode. "I'm doing Lolita, so...Yeah. I want you, Kurt...Come here, you're going to sit like this...Take this off now, this leg...Up...this one down, turn...Hold on..." I had my husband naked now, his robe on the floor and I kicked it away with my foot. The stool was comfortable enough, with a padded leather cushion on the round seat, and I had his legs slightly apart, his left foot on the floor, right foot on the lower rung of the stool and now I needed Amy. Kurt had been watching Amy mostly and glancing down every so often to see how much or little of his manhood I was exposing. What she was doing, I had no idea, all my attention was on my husband and while I knew that whatever work I did with my two models had no practical value, I still wanted to do the best art I could. It became an obsession, like it always was, part of my mind taking over and becoming detached and focused. It helped Kurt relax anyway as it was familiar and he understood that much about me at least. "Okay, now...Amy, let's take this off, and I want you to...Come here, Kurt you have to hold her, take her by the hips and lift...Just put her down, there...Amy, put your legs around him, that's it...Not too close...Turn a little, how's that?" There was a lot of giggling, and not just from Amy. Kurt was laughing lightly and as nervous as I'd ever seen him in my life. I grinned at the effect having a naked and gorgeous fourteen year old girl squirming in his lap was having on my husband. He'd told me that he had no interest in teen girls, sexually or otherwise, but I couldn't imagine any man not going for Amy in a big way. She was a professional model for a reason and it wasn't just because of her looks, she had that extra...Something. You wanted to like her, to love her even, and compared with a lot of models I'd met, Amy's personality was as sweet and innocent as they came. "Am I holding you too tight?" Kurt asked her softly and Amy shook her head. "No, it's...nice." She could barely get the words out before Amy bit her bottom lip with some small pleasure. I stepped back and I had Amy sitting on my husband's lap, her legs spread around his waist as he held her. Kurt's hands were on her hips, or more properly almost on her ass, while she straddled his thighs. She had her hands on his shoulders and I moved them, putting Amy's right hand on his neck, and her left against his stomach. I had her leaning back slightly and then a little more, as much as was comfortable for them, accentuating the suggested sexual union and separating their hearts and minds as the two bodies diverged. I made some adjustments, wanting my two lovers entwined from the waist down and Kurt's penis wasn't hard yet, but it was threatening. He was thinking about something, his mom, apple pie, baseball, something besides Amy, because her fourteen year old sex was splayed and oh so vulnerable just inches above his cock. I made a note of it, my tummy roiling with butterflies, but my mind stayed focused and clear on the image I wanted, the story they were telling me with their pose. The contrast between the old man and the child, the closeness and distance, the way Kurt held Amy and she was pushing and pulling at him all at once. He was giving me dirty looks and I knew my husband wanted to voice his concerns, probably give me a hard time about taking unfair advantage of the situation. If Kurt had known I was going to pose them this way, he never would have agreed. I think it was only Amy and her willingness to do what I asked that kept Kurt's frustrations in check. The girl didn't complain, or say much of anything, she just smiled and her body was feverish everywhere I touched her. She could hardly breathe it seemed and if Kurt was fighting his growing arousal, Amy was surrendering to hers completely. "Are you okay?" Kurt asked her gently and Amy nodded, making a soft sound of agreement in her throat, but unable or unwilling to try speaking just then. Amy's nipples were stiff now, not merely puffy but aching and hard and I reached between my two models, putting my right hand on the small of Amy's back and my left hand going to her left breast, brushing that dark cherry colored nub of flesh as I took her body by the side and turned the girl slightly. It made her gasp and her wide eyes darted to my face as she held her breath against the pressure of my hands on her body. "This is good." I swallowed hard and my own body was burning from within as I let her go and stepped back, taking the two of them in posed together as I'd only dared imagine. "Amy, I want you looking up a little more, into Kurt's eyes, okay? Open your mouth again, just a bit...Just that bottom lip, a little breathless, right?...And your hair, let me see..." "Kris, maybe this isn't..." Kurt was looking at me. "Don't look at me." I chided him, now that I had Amy the way I wanted her. "I'm going to get most of your face. I want your eyes, okay? So look at her, but turn your head so I can see them...Follow him, Amy... Kurt, look at her and stop...there! Perfect...Don't! Move! I need some pictures first." I used my Polaroid to empty a fresh film cartridge, laying two dozen photos to develop along my bench and then I sighed happily. If nothing else, I had pictures of my fantasy come to life and I closed my eyes for just a second, letting myself bathe in that. This wasn't art, it was pornography, I thought. I had a fourteen year old girl and a man twice her age together, making love, my husband and this child, this fertile young woman who'd never known disappointment in her life. That was what I loved about her, and him together in her arms, the promise, the potential, the future possibilities. I'd had that once and now it was gone. I was grown up and living with my past, living with who I was and my frustrated yearnings, but Amy...It was all ahead of her and that's what Kurt didn't understand. "Okay, you guys can breathe and talk or whatever, just...Don't move too much. I'm gonna sketch for a bit and then we'll take a break. Are you guys okay like that? Comfortable?" I was turning on my little stereo, digging out some old David Bowie, the stuff from Berlin, Station to Station, just to give my ears something to do while my eyes and fingers worked. Kurt wasn't big on Bowie, and Amy had probably never heard of the guy, but they had their hands full anyway and it was my studio. My rules. "I'm...Okay." Kurt agreed slowly and then he asked Amy, "How are you doing?" "I'm...Fine." She nodded slightly and I could see her legs tighten as he butt shifted a little over my husband's thighs and his pubic hair was tickling her little pink clitoris probably. "You guys look good together." I smiled, sitting down in my old swivel chair, rocking back with a big sketchpad over my knees. "She's so pretty, isn't she, Kurt?" "Yeah. She's very...pretty." My husband replied carefully and they were staring into each other's eyes, they didn't have a choice now. I watched my husband's hands as they moved, just ever so slightly. He was holding Amy's soft round hips and ass, his big gentle hands covering so much of her flushed skin. She looked tiny in his arms and I could see her own fingers on Kurt's neck, they were moving slightly, nervously perhaps, stroking his muscles and feeling his strength. "Give me those eyes, Kurt...No, look at her, but turn your head...good." I nodded. "Now tell her she's beautiful, I want to see it...Go ahead..." "Kris..." "You have to sell it..." I clucked my tongue and giggled. "...Go on, talk to her, Kurt. You guys aren't saying anything. It's okay, I like it when you relax, you know." I watched as Kurt shifted slightly, his brow creased with a look of concentration I'd rarely seen from him. I pushed my chair slightly, just enough so that I could see the bottom of Amy's pert ass, each cheek perfectly round and the deep crack of her butt tight as they were pushed together. Then her smooth pelvis spread wide, the taut flesh between her thighs unspoiled by the sexy mouth of her sex. And beneath her my husband's faithful penis, swollen now and it was standing up and out and against the girl's secret place, her pussy was riding the shaft while they sat motionless and neither had given me any sign of it, but there it was. The swollen head of Kurt's long cock extending now beyond the girl, reaching towards me as it pressed up and across her anus, large and obscene and beautiful. I felt my cunt spasm and my stomach churned, knowing this girl, this young woman was feeling Kurt's cock against her sex and she was a virgin, she had to be. Her very first cock was pressed to the entrance of her womb and all he had to do was lift her, bringing his mouth to those barely formed breasts while his cock surged upright to impale the girl. He could lower Amy slowly, carefully while she clung to him, and his turgid prick would part those thin lips and stretch her nether mouth wide, eager to take her virginity and later her fertile womb. Amy was trembling I realized, her shoulders, that was the only place I could see it, and her knees maybe, her thighs shaking. She was scared to death, or stimulated beyond reason. Probably both of those and more, I decided, she was excited and confused, her body awakened for the first time in her life. I mean really awakened, with a man's flesh against hers, a man's eyes looking into her heart and soul and she was looking back, growing up in silence and trying to understand those new feelings. Kurt spoke to her, whispering and I could see his lips move, the tip of his tongue every now and again between his sensual lips, and Amy would nod, or more often swallow thickly. The girl's breasts were rising and falling with some urgency now as she struggled to draw cool air into her body. Kurt's penis was wet, the tip glistening as clear precum appeared, the dew of his arousal pausing at the tip and then spilling down the dark glans to fall to the floor. He was moving, barely and I couldn't know if it was deliberate or just an unexpected reaction to the girl's nervous energy. They were struggling, both of them together, locked in their embrace and feigning indifference, but it was so obvious, their passion so completely revealed and if they were aware of me, of anything beyond each other, I could see nothing of it. I sketched as quickly as I could, tearing away at my pad and loosing the images I'd captured so that they scattered on the hardwood floor around me. I was stealing the moment and in truth only portions of it. Their eyes and their hands on one page, the way Amy's legs wrapped around my husband's waist on another. I recorded her muscles growing tight as she pulled herself closer and Kurt was holding her, his fingers indenting the girl's excited flesh. Amy's skin turned white where his fingers dug deep, and she was florid everywhere else, ruddy with a passionate glow my pencils could not grasp. I was wet, my sex running hot and humid between my thighs. My whole body seemed to quiver with electricity and only my hands and eyes remained steady. I was in a rush, pushing myself to finish before I might orgasm because it was so close now. A touch was all I needed, a whisper upon my clit and I would collapse completely and my desperation was a mirror of theirs. Amy would burst with the slightest provocation now, if Kurt would only brush her lips with his, the girl would be lost completely. She was begging for it, pleading with her eyes and fingers and the measure of her sex against my husband's turgid cock. She was grinding, helpless to do otherwise and the hand on his stomach was weak as she leaned forward, her resistance failing so that she could feel her lover's breath upon her face. "Lets..." I cleared my throat, "...Uh, take a break. You can...Get up and... Okay..." I dropped my eyes as the two of them were startled into motion, Amy pushing herself back to her original position, Kurt turning his head to blink at me, as if he'd forgotten I was there. They made guilty sounds, taking deep breaths and giggling softly and then finally Kurt was lifting the girl, letting Amy untangle herself and I could see their reluctance as she gained her feet unsteadily. Amy stretched and looked away quickly as Kurt's erection slid out from beneath the girl. It sprang upward and slapped his belly and Kurt covered himself as best he could, turning and reaching for his robe while Amy's eyes returned helplessly to see him again. I left them without a word, dropping my pad and going to the bathroom first with ideas of masturbation and release, but turning at the last moment. My heart was pounding and my lungs labored and I went to the kitchen sink, running cold water and splashing it on my face. This was what I'd wanted, what I'd asked for and received and the moment was too rich for my blood. I wanted my husband then. I wanted Kurt in my arms and in my bed and in my body. I'd seen all I needed to and my imagination was sated for the moment. The girl could go. Amy could leave us now, I thought, I wanted my husband back. It was confusing now that I was away from them and I felt myself filled with guilt and even jealousy perhaps, some small portion of that dread emotion like a needle in my heart. I'd been right and Kurt had been wrong and I'd seen them together, my husband with that beautiful girl, wanting her and touching her and aroused only for her. My feelings were unjust and unreasonable while I washed my face and neck and down to the tops of my breasts. What had I expected to happen? What did I want to happen? I'd thought I'd known, but now...I just wanted Kurt back. They were standing on the balcony, outside in the sunlight with their bathrobes tied loosely, leaning over the railing with their backs to me. Their bodies were close, their hips touching as they looked out and down and I heard Amy laughing and Kurt had his arm around her, behind her waist as he held the wrought iron and trapped the girl beside him. They looked as lovers, the man and the girl, and Amy's left foot was up, her toes digging at the marble tiles while her hips moved, only slightly, side to side as she rubbed against my husband. They were lovers now, or so nearly so that it didn't matter. They'd shared something new and different, something I'd never known with the man I was married to and my heart stammered to see it, the excitement returning unbidden and perhaps unwanted. I was of a mind to speak, to draw them away from each other and assert myself between them somehow. Instead I sat down in my chair, closing my eyes for a long moment before picking up my pad and pencil, decided in my confusion to share the moment in the only way I could. end h.s.sweetheart@gmail.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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+