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Subject: {ASSM} [Otzchiim] The Chickenhawk (m/F, cons)
Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 22:10:14 -0500
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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected,
for the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character
that you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on.
Think of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is
invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably
consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice,
defloration more often.
CHAPTER ONE
The Chickenhawk
There was a woman living for some years in the town of Bethesda in
Maryland who was called "The Chickenhawk" by those who knew about her. This
was neither an accurate nor a fair thing for her to be called, because that is
the name used for gay men who like young boys, and she was definitely a woman
and very hetero. But she did like them young. Nobody knew her right name
(she used Francine with the boys in the area, but who knows, really?), although
they could have found out what it was. They knew her address, because she had
taken some of them there.
She was about 25 when David Whitley encountered her, and she liked to have
sex with teenage boys. Something psychological, perhaps. Maybe there was
also something psychological in the way that she kept telling them how big they
were and how great in bed they were. But maybe she had just learned from
experience that they needed their egos propped up that way to perform the way
that she wanted them to.
The woman had started picking up boys about four years before. She didn't
choose anyone more than a few times, and some only once. Maybe she had a thing
for virgins. The boys felt that it was in their interest to protect her; sex
wasn't all that easy to get for teenage boys in those days. Certainly the
police wouldn't have liked what she was doing, if they had ever found out, nor
would the parents of the boys. From talking, years later, to people who lived
in the area around that time, David Whitley learned that she operated all over
the Maryland suburbs of DC, and she got into Virginia at least once in awhile.
David was picked up in late June of the year when he was 16. She walked
up to a little group of boys who were standing outside a music store in Silver
Spring on a Saturday afternoon and she started talking to them. Between the
store and a couple of sandwich shops and movie theatres, it was a section with
a lot of hangouts. The boys recognized her and knew what was up, and when the
woman seemed to settle on David, the rest of the guys melted away.
They walked to her car, which was parked a couple of blocks away, and then
they rode to her apartment in Bethesda. The story was that often she would use
motels right near where she picked somebody up, getting the room beforehand.
As soon as the apartment door was closed and the chain was put on it, the
woman turned around and stepped into his arms. In those days, David had never
gotten any further with a girl than getting a hand under the bra, and that with
only one girl after dating her for months, but he knew pretty much what he was
supposed to do.
That kiss got long and serious, and their tongues got into it. When their
bodies had been pressed close together for a while, David put his left hand up
to one breast and he stroked it from below. The woman didn't have a bra on.
Her body tensed, then she pressed it tighter to his. Her hand dropped to his
buttocks and pulled, rubbing her hips against his and moving from side to side.
David moved his hand up and he touched her nipple with his thumb, through
the cloth. Her breathing got heavier. His right hand twisted and she sighed
with the stimulation.
He began to wander his fingers around under her jeans, and then over to
the side, while her hand roamed outside his pants. When the woman moved toward
his front, to fondle his growing erection, she paused.
"If that all you?" she asked in shock.
"Oh, yes."
"I don't know... I mean... I don't know if it will fit, but I want very
much to try like hell to make it! Thinking about something that huge makes me
sopping wet."
She started dropping her clothes fast, and taking his off too. In less
than a minute the woman was naked and she had David down to his shorts. As she
took these down, she stared at his equipment.
"Jesus, it looks even bigger than it felt! I can't close my hand around
it! Oh, I want you in me!"
She dropped back onto her bed and took him with her. She spread her legs
wide and David got between them and began to guide himself in. Much of what
the woman had said to him may have been exaggeration, but she was just as wet
as she said and he slid easily in on his first time entering a woman. She
hissed in pleasure at the contact, and she began to pant as the first couple of
inches went into her.
"You're stretching me apart so much, and you're hardly in me yet!" she
whispered.
Each stroke in took him further, and each stroke outward found more of his
shaft wet and lubricated by her secretions. After another three inches were
buried in her, the woman began to react more strongly to his motions. As David
went deeper in, her hips started jerking by themselves.
"I'm starting to doubt again if I can take all of you. Could you move a
little slower? The way you are stretching me so far up, it almost begins to
hurt."
He was very willing. As far in as he was, she was very tight, and he
wanted to make the pleasure last. He now stopped completely at the bottom of a
stroke and just hung in there. The tension began to build in her face, and
when David flexed the muscles in his groin and make his penis move toward his
stomach while in her, the woman grunted and her hips jerked in reflex. She
moved in short frantic twitches to relieve the ache of intense desire.
Once the frenzy of her orgasm passed, David began to move in and out of
her again, now going to the hilt each time. He still paused at times, but not
long enough for the tension to build to a climax. There was still a cumulative
effect, and now the woman was always on the near edge of another orgasm.
Soon he was also there, though, and as he sped up, her hips convulsed
again. At the moment when he erupted in a flood of semen, David drove hard in
by reflex, and he saw the moment of pain in her intense pleasure when he bumped
and bruised the cervix.
These conflicting signals started her on another climax when she was
halfway down from the last one, and at the end the woman collapsed in
exhaustion, lying limp beneath him and close to comatose. He could tell that
her need for release had been great.
When she recovered, she offered him a ride back to Silver Spring. He
turned her down; he just got dressed and left her lying there.
He took the bus back, and he told the rest of the guys about it that
night.
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