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Subject: {ASSM} An Early Call, A Long Day's Night MF 5/7
Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 08:10:02 -0500
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Chapter Four, A Long Day's Night

	She began by undressing me, bit by slow bit. I didn't get it at
first and moved to try to take her clothes off at the same time. "Uh-
uh," she said, "just me." So I stood there and cooperated as my jacket
and tie, shoes and socks, slacks and shirt, undershirt and underpants
were carefully removed and folded on a chair. Then she directed me to
sit in another chair and began a strip tease of her own. She was good,
really good. She teased one piece of clothing off, then held it against
her body and rubbed it back and forth in a very sexy way. Then, at just
the right moment, she tossed it aside and began on another piece. When
my arousal became extreme I started to rise from the chair. Without
stopping her dance she looked straight at me and said "Stay there." So
I stayed.
	I don't know how long the dance lasted. My erection grew and
grew. Finally she was nude, still shaking that incredible body, coming
closer and closer to my chair. Then she would brush her legs against
mine and move away, approach and brush and then move away. I figured
that restraint had served me well so far, I might as well try to stay
with it. My hands stayed at my sides and I watched as my insides boiled.
	Finally she came close, twirled around so that her lovely butt
was facing me and sat down on my lap. That was not the end of her
dance. She kept twisting and grinding, but now on my lap and my boner.
Finally she arranged herself with a split, legs over the arms of the
chair and sank down on my cock, bit by bit. She kept moving, moving,
moving, exciting me more and more. All at once she pulled off, turned
around so that her boobs were facing me and lowered herself on my pole
once again. With no objection from her my arms came up and my hands
held her back.
	I planted my feet on the floor and pushed to standing, with
Gerri still impaled on me. I danced us around together for a short
while, and then, before fatigue forced me to drop her I moved to the
bed, laid her on it and pressed down deep. As I did my mouth engaged
hers with a deep kiss full of tongue, and for the first time she fully
kissed me back. My hands moved to her ass, grabbed it and pulled her to
me with all my might, going deeper and deeper. Our public bones bumped
together, which seemed to excite her no end. As I was pushing up and
down and in and out she commenced to shudder as her orgasm began. It
seemed to go on forever. Then, to my surprise, my spunk boiled up
within me, and for the third time that day I came in a boiling,
shattering explosion.
	We crawled further up on the bed and got under the covers. An
alarm clock was on my side and she whispered "Set it for 6:30, please."
I did so, and expected that we would drop off to sleep right away, but
it was not to be. We spooned together, me at her back. She began to
talk, pillow talk, about her life and her men.
	She told me that she was out of the habit of kissing because
she had just gotten over a six month long mouth and throat infection
that had proved very hard to treat. During that period she had kept up
an active sex life, but had refrained from kissing, trying to make sure
not to transmit her infection to her partner. Finally, when she had
been through all the standard treatments two and three times they took
a throat culture. It came out gonorrhea. Boy, was that doctor
surprised. It was the first case of gonorrhea of the throat he had ever
seen.
	I told her I had been tested for gonorrhea and syphilis and was
free of them. She told me she was sure that was the case, as I was
a "nice, clean boy." I also told her that there was no danger of
pregnancy, as I was snipped. She was on the pill anyway, so we were
home free. She wanted to know where I had learned to fuck like that. I
told her that I had had quite a lot of lovers and that some of them
were very good teachers. One especially had taught me to restrain my
impulses and pay attention to my partner and her preferences and
desires. In the end my reward was usually greater, and I often got
invited for encores and repeat performances.
	She told me more about her life and experiences with men. Her
married life with a university graduate student consisted of nursing
work, keep house and cooking for him, while he studied for his Ph.D.
Every week or so they made love. She was bored to tears, but figured it
would get better when he got his degree. At least then, when they would
not have to rely on her income they could start having kids. Instead, a
year away from finishing he announced that he had fallen in love with a
younger graduate student and wanted a divorce. She moved out
immediately, enrolled in some nursing classes to start towards her
masters and started building a life.
	When the divorce became final the pill had hit the market and
she decided that, in addition to her work and her studies, she was
going to have some fun. Which she proceeded to do, meeting all kinds of
men and fucking many of them, not something that she had ever expected
to do, coming from a religious background and all. She found she liked
variety in men but hated any kind of violence. So she took some self-
defense course and started developing this tough, bright persona that
gave notice that she was not to be fooled with..
	She tried psychiatric nursing for a while, which is when she
met that psychiatrist she was so in love with. They worked side by side
in a psychiatric unit for six months and then started a torrid affair,
which lasted for about a year. Finally he called it off, realizing that
if it went any further his marriage would dissolve and he would become
an absentee daddy to his kids. She was devastated, but tried to go
along with it, even though they continued to work side by side.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any more, found a job out of state, 250
miles away and moved his family there. That ended the everyday tension
between Gerri and him. She still mourned the demise of that
relationship.
	While she had been talking my hands had begun wandering. First
they cupped her lovely bottom and then moved between her legs to find
her vulva. It was wet from our exertions, from her juices and my spunk.
I thought it was fun to play around in there as she talked. My fingers
found her clit, and I rubbed around and around it, never touching it;
teasing her as she had teased me so recently. It was just fun for quite
a while, nothing serious, until I moved my other hand to her bum hole
and started playing with it. Suddenly she gave a shake and started to
writhe on the bed. I dipped my right index finger into her front
wetness and then took it to her rear and commenced spreading the juice
around, every once in a while pushing my finger into her rear hole.
	She pushed her butt back against me and ground it into my
groin. All of a sudden my penis, which had been relaxing from its
recent exertions, sprang to life. Gradually I pushed one finger into
her rear channel, then two. I abandoned her front slit and moistened
the fingers of my other hand with my mouth and coated my cock as
thoroughly as possible. I pulled my fingers out. Placing my piece at
her rear entrance, pushed as hard as I could. In it went, with major
cooperation from Gerri. She was moving so strongly, so spasmodically,
that I had to grab my hands around the front of her hips to avoid being
dislodged. Gerri was vocalizing now, for the first time, syllables that
sometimes sounded like "Oh" and sometimes like "Ow". I asked, "Am I
hurting you?" She answered, "Keep doing it."
	Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life. Her back channel
was tight and the friction was incredibly stimulating. Gerri clearly
loved this way of doing it and was a magnificent partner, active,
accepting and considerate of me. Within a few minutes her body racked
convulsively, over and over again. That set me off and I shot my spunk
within her for the fourth time since we met. As we calmed down from our
peaks she told me she felt both pleasure and pain, and that the next
time we should definitely use artificial lubrication, as I was a little
thicker than average. In addition to good advice, which I certainly
used in the future with other partners, I was heartened by her allusion
to a future for us. While it was true that Gerri was a very different
woman than I had ever been with before, it was also true that we seemed
to have a true non-verbal sexual communication going. We even seemed to
be coming to like each other as friends.
	Feeling warm, I dozed off with my cock still up her rear. When
I woke up a few hours later to use the john we were still lying side by
side, but natural shrinkage had terminated our internal connection. In
the bathroom I washed up my groin and attendant parts, peed, washed
again and dried my hands and my nether parts. After I came back to bed
Gerri stirred and moved to the bathroom. I heard the water running,
then it shut off and, after a minute or so, Gerri returned to bed. And
did something that surprised me. She dove headfirst under the covers,
grabbed my cock, smelled it all over, then began licking it. More???
Apparently more! And my cock seemed to be willing. Well, tit for tat,
or rather cunt for prick, and we settled into a sixty-nine, which
proved quiet and stimulating. Clearly we were energizing each other. We
licked and sucked and both came to lovely orgasms, after which we fell
asleep again, for a while.
	Later, I got up quite thirsty, threw on my shirt and pants and
went out and got some Cokes from the vending machine. She was up when I
got back, was grateful for the drink, and started touching my body with
the half-full cold can. That led to a little tussle in bed, and then,
as it got serious, we put down our cans and did it again, quick and
hard in the missionary position.



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