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Subject: {ASSM} "Full Circle" Part 1 (M/tv, Con, True)
Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2000 22:10:03 -0400
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"Full Circle: Part One"
After growing up in the kind of small town where kids could ride their
horses to school, coming to "the big city" to attend collage was a big
change. While the campus was in and of itself very much like a small town,
with everything within walking distance and a sense of security, the
sprawling metropolis beyond the well-lit pathways and neatly manicured
grounds beckoned with promises of dangerous adventure. The first free
night I had saw me hopping into my battered truck and heading into the
unknown.
Hours later, completely lost and starving, I stopped at a burger place
for a much-needed cheeseburger and fries. Leaving the drive through
window, I nosed my chugging truck into a parking space facing the busy
street. As I ate and looked around, I began to notice a number of women
around the area, either walking slowly along the sidewalks, or standing on
the corner, watching traffic. Most were dressed to kill, with short
skirts, tight tops, and high, dangerous looking heels. It didn't take a
genius to figure out what they were about.
I had seen hookers before, of course. Who hadn't seen "Pretty Woman"?
There were also the girls who continually hitched rides on the back roads
of my hometown, usually missing a tooth or two and in need of a shower.
Nothing at all like the women that paraded around the burger place. I sat
there for a couple of hours, watching the "Oldest Profession" firsthand.
All sorts of cars, driven by all sorts of men, would drive up to the curb,
roll the window down. The girls would lean in, sexy asses swaying as they
talked. Most of the time they apparently liked what they heard and stepped
into the car. Occasionally they either didn't like the guy or didn't like
the offer and stepped away, leaving the guy to slowly drive off, red faced
and flustered at being turned down by a hooker. As the women strolled by,
I got a closer look at some of them. Women they weren't. Sure, they wore
the dresses and walked in the heels without falling over, but some of them
were obviously dudes in drag. One stomped by that looked remarkably like
Emmett Smith in a pink evening gown. The men that drove up to them usually
quickly sped off, as soon as they got a closer look. Some, though, let
them in and drove off.
"Takes all kinds," I thought to myself. But most of the sexy creatures
walking around were surely women, just with the occasional transvestite
football player thrown in.
After two hours of watching, I was raging for release. I had some money
in my pocket that was absolutely screaming to be spent here and now. I
drove away from the burger place and started looking.
I guess I was looking too hard, because as my attention was drawn to an
amazingly tall redhead, I almost ran down a girl that stepped into the
crosswalk in front of me. I jammed on the brakes and stopped just in time
to stop from hitting the cutest girl I had ever seen. About five foot two,
long brown hair, absolutely perfect ass in bright yellow short-shorts.
"I'm really sorry," I said, leaning out of my window to get a better
look at her cute body.
She gave me a frown at first, then laughed. "You should watch the road
and not the girls", she said teasingly, her words flavored with a Spanish
accent.
As she continued to cross the street, my eyes were absolutely glued to
her mesmerizing ass in those tight shorts.
"Could I make it up to you," I called out, palms getting sweaty on the
steering wheel. She stopped on the other side of the street, cocking her
cute little hips.
"You want to make it up to me? How much do you want to make it up to
me?"
"A lot," I said, adjusting my jeans to relieve the pressure of a
suddenly raging hard-on. She looked at me, looked at my battered old
truck, then back to me. Must have passed "the test", because she crossed
back over and hopped in.
"Go that way," she said as we started driving, pointing down a side
street. "Are you a cop?" she asked playfully, sliding across the seat to
lean against my shoulder, her hand gliding up my thigh to my crotch.
"Um, no," I stammered, trying not to wreck as she squeezed my cock
through my jeans. "Are you?"
She laughed, squeezed my dick again and said, "Yes, you are under
arrest. Here, turn here."
Once inside her small apartment, she put on some music and turned to me.
"So," she said with that sexy throaty voice. " How much do you want to
"make it up to me"?"
Catching a clue, I dug into my wallet, and suddenly wondered if had
enough. 'I have sixty dollars," I said, sheepishly holding it out to her.
"Is that enough?"
"Ah, mijo," she said, slowly sliding the bills from my hand with a
playful reproach. "I thought you really wanted to make it up to me. Tsk
tsk tsk."
"I can get more," I stammered, suddenly feeling red faced and foolish.
"No," she said, turning the lights down. "I am just playing with you.
It's enough." In the dim light she came up to me and pressed her little
body against mine, her hands running up and down my crotch. I couldn't
resist doing the same as my hands flowed over her smooth shoulders, down to
cup and squeeze the fabric covering her cute little breasts.
"How does this work," I asked, breathing hard as she rubbed my dick
through my jeans, trying desperately not to lose it then and there.
"Lay down," she said, taking my hand and guiding me to the bed. "I'll
do the rest."
As I lay down she stood at the end of the bed, slowly removing her shoes
and shorts, just a silhouette in the dim light. Undoing my belt and slowly
sliding my jeans down my thighs, she bit and nibbled at my straining cock
through my underwear. As underwear followed jeans, there was nothing
between my cock and those cute lips as they kissed the length of my shaft
from scrotum to pulsing crown. As she slid her lips around the head and
started down, I was sure that I wouldn't last another moment before losing
it into that hot, wet mouth.
No doubt sensing that I was close to the edge, she stopped sucking and
squeezed my shaft tightly. "Not yet, mijo."
From under the bed she produced a condom and some lubrication of some
sort. She slowly rolled the condom down my shaft, then applied the lube,
again teasing me near to insanity before giving me a moment to collect
myself. "Are you ready," she asked in a husky voice, straddling my shaft
and placing the tip at her entrance. She was impossibly tight my head
pushed inside. She winced slightly as she let her weight carry her to the
base of my pole. As she settled and took a moment, I reveled in the pure
bliss of her fiery depths. She slowly started to slide up and down, a
little at first, then with greater height. I had never felt anything like
this with any of the women I had been with before. I reached out to touch
her breasts, but she took my hands in hers and held them for balance as she
increased her rhythm and pace. I tried to hold on, tried to make it last,
but the tight heat of her body was too much for me. I reached down and
grabbed her slender hips and guided her ! tempo for the last few moments
before thrusting her down upon me one final time as I came with a roar that
surely woke the neighbors.
"That was amazing," I said as soon as I could form an intelligible
sentence. "Absolutely amazing."
"I am glad for you," she said, slowly grinding upon my semi-hard member.
"Did you enjoy it," I asked, reaching to stroke her clitoris.
The world paused.
I stopped breathing. My hand had come to rest upon a very hot, very
hard cock.
I still don't know what thoughts went through my mind in that short
eternity. I still don't quite know what circuit switched on or off in my
head and guided my hand to start stroking that hot, hard cock of hers.
"You like, mijo?" She asked, voice thick with sexual energy.
"Yes," I found myself saying, as my hand continued to stroke and explore
another cock for the first time.
She leaned down and licked my lips with her tongue. "Do you still want
to make it up to me?" Again another "yes" from what felt like a
disembodied, distant me. She slid off of my now fully erect member and
crawled up alongside me, her crotch next to my face, and that perfect, sexy
cock inches from my lips. The fact that I was a football player, a manly
man, and had never had a gay thought before in my life didn't stop me from
taking her cock into my mouth without a second thought as she leaned
forward with her hips and guided the head between my lips.
There was something so natural about it, so right as I felt her glide in
and out of my mouth. Her cock was slender, hot and smooth. She tasted
like clean skin, with a tangy hint of semen already on my tongue. She
shifted positions for a moment, bringing her mouth to my re-awakened cock
for my first 69. Her mouth on my cock guided me to action on hers. I
couldn't resist playing with her cute little balls and that hot ass as I
sucked with greedy abandon. I could feel myself getting close to the edge
again. Her cock began to pulse and throb just as I started to lose it. As
if on cue we both came at the same time, her cock gushing streams of cum
into my eager mouth.
We stayed in that position forever, it seemed, slowly licking and
kissing each other clean.
As we finally rose to dress, I took her in my arms and kissed her
deeply.
"What is your name," I asked, staring down into her beautiful brown
eyes.
"Christina," she replied, languidly leaning back in my arms and running
her fingers through her hair.
I pulled her back to me, cupping her small face in my hands and kissing
her forehead.
"Thank you, Christina."
Hugging her sweet body to mine, I knew without a doubt I would be seeing
her again.
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