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Subject: {ASSM} Claudia Near The End Of The Road, Part 1 of 3, by Poison Ivan (MF MFMF oral anal)
Date: Wed,  6 Jun 2001 00:10:04 -0400
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The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between
consenting adults. If you are too young, too uptight, or your
local government is too oppressive, you should stop reading now.

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Claudia Near The End Of The Road, Part 1 of 3
By Poison Ivan



Neil and I had driven twenty-two hours straight on summer-hot
highways all the way from Phoenix, Arizona, and we pulled into
Tacoma at just after midnight. We were red-eyed and stiff but
happy to have reached our target destination for the day, and we
immediately called Neil's brother Earl. Neil called six times,
but Earl wasn't home, or his phone was out, or maybe Earl was
fucking his girlfriend and didn't want to be bothered.

Neil and I had about twelve bucks left between us, which wasn't
so bad because Neil was pretty sure we'd get in touch with Earl
sooner or later and we didn't need to spend any money on a motel.
So, just as the warm summer Tacoma rains began to patter our
windshield, we pumped four bucks into the gas tank of Neil's old
Ford and took the rest of our cash into Mindy's Pancake House to
try to comfort our grumbling bellies.

Neil vibrated with enthusiasm for Mindy's. "Me and Claudia, we
used to come here every Friday night." Neil gesticulated widely,
his arms sweeping out grand arcs as his voice rose in pitch.
"We'd smoke cigarettes and make out in the booths until the night
manager got mad and tossed us out on our asses."

"Hey there, you!" Neil yelled to the waitress smacking gum and
guarding the register. He read her nametag. "Maxine! Do you
remember me, Maxine?"

But Maxine looked ten years too young to remember Neil from his
teenage carousing days. "Two for dinner?" she said slack-jawed,
her young shoulders bowed like she'd spent her shift lugging
boulders on her back.

Maxine deposited Neil and me in a booth and dropped menus in
front of us. I pored over the breakfast entrees looking for meals
that cost less than four bucks; Neil was too excited and left his
menu lying in front of him. There were two women in the booth
behind ours who were whispering and drinking coffee. Neil, of
course, noticed them immediately. "Sam, this was always the place
to pick up chicks," Neil said. "Any time you wanted to get laid,
all you had to do was strut into Mindy's and you'd find yourself
some tail! Ha! The stories I could tell you!

"Did I ever tell you about Claudia, Sam? Oh, man! Claudia! She
was _something else!_"

And then Neil's attention faltered. He looked past my head like
he was trying to peer around a slow-moving truck. "Don't look
now, old buddy, but I do believe there are a couple of honeys
over here who are giving us the eye!"

There were angry whispers and giggling from the next table and
then, from one of the girls, an audible alto voice: "You know the
problem with this place? You never meet anyone new!"

Neil beamed. "Ladies, then maybe you should focus your attention
on this pair of weary travelers!"

"And who might you be?" the alto replied.

"I am Neil, and my friend here is Sam." I craned around to look
at the girls. There was a blonde and a brunette, but only the
blonde was looking our way. "We are visitors in your fair city,"
Neil continued, "and we are in dire need of some local
companionship."

The blonde alto was doing all the talking. "You don't get much
more local than us," she said. "This is Anne," she motioned to
her friend. "And my name is Bea."

Neil stood to shake hands and took an immediate interest in blue-
eyed Bea. We were invited to join them in their booth, and we
soon paired off: Neil with Bea, and me with Anne.

This is the way things usually worked out with Neil and me. Neil
would find a couple girls, peel off one for himself, and cast
aside the second one for me to pick up. Girls were always drawn
to Neil's enormous energy and charm. When Neil turned it on, when
he really ignited, there was no one in the world more attractive
to the fairer sex.

Bea's friend was shy, which was not unusual, but Anne was even
shier than most. She nibbled the nail on her little finger and
followed the conversation between Neil and Bea with eyes half
curtained by her dark bangs.

It didn't take long before Neil and Bea were footsying under the
table and staring moon-eyed at one another. I had seen Neil
operate often enough; it was a matter of minutes before he would
propose that we find more intimate surroundings. Unfortunately,
we had no money. But you can always count on Neil to dream up a
plan for any occasion, especially when fucking was on the agenda.

When my Anne excused herself to use the restroom, Neil took the
opportunity to swap seats and settled in next to his conquest for
the night. When Anne returned, she sat down beside me, as quiet
as a stone.

Neil put an arm around Bea and pressed up close. "Do you ladies
have any suggestions on where we could spend the evening?" he
boomed. "Someplace a little more, um, private?"

The women exchanged glances. "There's always the Evergreen
Motel," Bea said.

"Ah, yes!" Neil exclaimed. "A fine establishment! Did I tell you
girls that I once lived right in this very neighborhood, and I
have experienced a handful of exceptional liaisons at that very
establishment? You could say it is my good luck charm!"

"And I'm sure it hasn't changed a bit," murmured Anne, the first
words to leave her mouth since we joined them.

"A unanimous choice, then!" Neil laughed. He leaped to his feet,
and we all followed along, afraid that Neil might leave us
behind. We gathered our things and left the diner.

Anne lagged, and I had to slow my pace to stay with her. This
often happened with the shy girl, who would be disappointed that
her friend got Neil. A quickie affair with a big, bombastic
fellow like Neil was one thing; settling for his quiet sidekick
was something else entirely.

The four of us piled into the Ford with the girls in back, and
Neil navigated the short distance to an old, two-story motel with
a bright neon sign in front. Neil killed the engine and twisted
around to face the girls.

"Um, ladies, I must ask a slight favor of you," he said. "Our
travels have left us temporarily low on cash. If you could lend
us enough to pay the innkeeper, I can guarantee you a speedy
reimbursement."

Anne clucked her tongue and shook her head. Bea just laughed. "We
are modern women," said Bea, pulling a credit card from her
purse. "Why don't you two stay in the car while Anne and I get
the rooms."

Neil gave one of his prize smiles, his teeth bright as chrome.
"We thank you, ladies. You will not regret it!"

Neil and I sat in the car while the girls walked across the
parking lot towards the lobby. "She is _something_, is she not?"
Neil enthused as soon as they were out of earshot. "What did I
tell you about Mindy's, Sam? The girls are fast, hot, and easy!
And Sam, your girl is nothing to shake your stick at, either. I
wouldn't mind getting myself a piece of that myself! Man, Sam,
would you look at the _asses_ on those chicks!"

I had to agree, both possessed wonderfully peachy bottoms
displayed magnificently in their tight dungarees.

"Isn't it funny, Sam? I spent my teenage years right here in
Tacoma, but I didn't appreciate the girls here then. I had to
leave, scrutinize every inch of this big country - I had to
_live_ - before I could finally see the prize pussy I had right
in my own backyard! Ha! Who says you can't come home again!

"But I suppose it's all for the best, Sam. If I knew how hot the
girls were, I would have never drifted to New Orleans, I would
have never hooked up with you, and we would have never had the
adventures we've had. Remember those chicks in Denver, Sam? Do
you remember Gwen? Man, Sam! The times we've had!

"I love the road, old friend. The all-night drives. And the all-
night tumbles in the hay! If it wasn't for you, Sam, where would
I be right now? I could never make it out on the road by myself,
you know. On these long, quiet highways alone, it would drive me
fucking nuts! All this, Sam, all the places and all the chicks, I
owe it all to you.

"We've had ourselves some fantastic ass, haven't we, Sam? And I
feel in my gut that we're in for something great tonight, too.

"I'll tell you, Sam, there's a trick to scoring with chicks like
these. You know what it is, don't you? You got to let them know
how much you really want them. They love it when you can't get
enough of them, and they love to put out for an appreciative
gentleman like myself! Like my grandma always said, `There's
nothing more satisfying than feeding a hungry man!'"

Bea stepped outside the motel office and made her way back
towards our car. Anne scurried the opposite direction and
disappeared up the motel staircase. Bea tapped on the glass, and
Neil rolled down the window.

"Rooms 231 and 233," Bea grinned, swinging a shiny key. "Park the
car and meet us there."

Neil looked as excited as a dog getting ready to bury a bone.
"You'd better hurry, honey, or I'll beat you there!"

Neil slammed on the gas, and we peeled out around the parking
lot. We shuddered to a stop more-or-less between two white lines,
and Neil bounded out of the car after the retreating Bea. I
hurried after them.

When I reached the rooms, Neil and Bea were already reveling
boisterously inside, while Anne waited for me outside the door.
"Your name is Sam, right?" Anne said.

I nodded and Anne pushed open the door to our room.

As far as motel rooms go, I'd slept in plenty worse. Well lit,
unstained carpets. The art on the wall was atrocious, but at
least it was nicely framed.

Anne threw her purse on the bed and shook her damp hair back. For
the first time, I got a clear look at her face. Her eyes were
dark and crisp, and there was a strong cut to her jaw that I had
not noticed at the diner.

"So, Sam, how long are you two in town for?" she asked. She
folded her raincoat over the back of a chair.

"Not long. We'll probably head up to Seattle soon and look for
work."

"You know anybody there?"

"Neil has some connections."

"There are jobs there, but Seattle's expensive. I hope you have a
place to stay."

"What about you? Where do you work?"

"I'm a cashier in Albertson's. Been there six years." She tried
to sound like it was something she was proud of, working as a
cashier for six years, but there was a sadness deep down in her
belly, a sadness that shadowed her words.

"Do you do OK there? Is this all right, us bumming money off
you?"

She scrunched up her nose. "You don't need to worry about me."

"It's just that Neil can be a little pushy sometimes."

"I know guys like Neil," she said. "You have to watch out for his
kind. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into,
following him around like this."

"Neil is all right. You don't know him like I do." It was a
common litany of mine, sticking up for Neil. People were always
telling me that Neil was irresponsible, that he was nothing but
trouble.

We had an awkward moment. Anne looked around the room and sighed.
"So what are we going to do here?" she said.

"Look, you don't have to do anything with me if you don't want
to," I said. This was another conversation I often had, letting
the second-place girl know that I didn't expect her to fuck me
just because Neil was banging her best friend in the next room.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that!" Anne said.

"It's just that this kind of thing happens sometimes. All the
girls seem to like Neil. I mean, no one even asked if you wanted
to spend the night with me. And here we are."

Anne sighed again. "And here we are."

We had another awkward moment. It didn't look like I'd be popping
my cork this particular night. It was time to hunker down, make a
little small talk to pass the time. If nothing else, these girls
always like to hear more about my traveling companion.

"So, I wonder if your friend will be able to keep up with Neil."

Anne laughed. She had a sparkling laugh, one that took me by
surprise. "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Darlene's
looking for an excuse to cut loose. She just separated from her
husband."

"Darlene?" I questioned.

"Oops. I meant Bea. Darlene is another friend of mine. She just
got separated too."

"You had two friends get separated at the same time?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's kind of complicated."

She was hiding something, but who was I to make a scene? The last
thing she needed was to have some guy she'd never met before
probe into her personal affairs. It would be smarter to keep the
conversation easy.

"So what was the plan for tonight? Were you just spending time
with a good friend who needed a little companionship?"

"Yeah, something like that. Actually, I just recently broke up
with someone too. Bea and I were consoling each other."

I was about to ask her if everyone she knew was splitting up, but
I decided to let it pass. "What about you? You're not looking to
cut loose tonight?"

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. A tiny smile
touched the corners of her mouth. "Me and Bea, we cut loose in
different ways."

"How so?"

"For one thing, Bea was married for seven years. She's been out
of circulation for a long time. And when I was younger, I lived
the wild life. I already know what it's like. I don't need to
experience it again.

"Life is a lot different for a single woman, Sam. When you're not
married, you live a little closer to loneliness all the time. And
so you fall for your lovers more quickly. And most of the time,
it doesn't turn out well. So what can I do? I can't beat myself
up over every stupid one-night stand. At least those
relationships ended before they turned into something long-term
and disastrous. And I'm still out there trying. I'm an expert at
picking myself up and dusting myself off.

"Not that I'm complaining. It makes life fun. I get the
excitement I need in life with all the stops and gos. I don't
need to experience something crazy to keep my life entertaining."

This was a conversation _I_ could enjoy. I enthusiastically
chimed in. "That's what I like about traveling around the country
with Neil," I said. "I like starting something new. We're in a
different city every week. It's like every time I stand up and
look around, the scenery is new and wonderful. It makes starting
over again an exciting adventure."

The bedsprings next door began screeching. Anne smiled and shook
her head. We stood and listened for a moment. Bea's muffled moans
floated above the dissonant, shrieking chords.

"I take it Neil gets a lot of girls," Anne said.

"Yes, probably more than his fair share."

"Doesn't he ever get tired of it? Doesn't he ever want to settle
down?"

"No, not that I know of. Oh, sure, there are a few girls he still
talks about. Mostly the wild nights. And sometimes he talks about
the mistakes."

"Have there been a lot of mistakes?"

"Not according to Neil. If he can get his rocks off, he doesn't
complain much."

The conversation paused for a moment, the bedsprings still
singing next door, and then Anne smiled. "So what do you think,
Sam? About you and me. If we got together tonight, would we be a
mistake? Do you think I'll be dusting myself off in the morning?"

I shrugged. "Probably," I admitted.

She grinned. "Yes, I think you're probably right. But you know
what, Sam? There's one thing I've learned how to do over the
years: I can look at a man and size him up. Looking at you, I can
tell you're an OK guy. I've definitely fucked worse."

This is not the way these conversations usually go. Oh sure, as
often as not I get to sleep with the other girl. I usually make
vague references to Neil, get the other girl to think she might
still have a shot. And they sometimes jump at the chance that
fucking me might help them get to Neil. But I always felt a
little dirty afterwards, like I'd cheated my way into her
panties. This time, with Anne, it was not like that. When I said,
"Probably," I'd never played a note of such _honesty_ before.

Anne kicked off her shoes. "So now I'm curious, Sam. What's it
going to be? Wham bam thank-you ma'am? Or you the type who wants
to `make love?'"

I replied immediately. One thing about driving around the country
with Neil, you have a lot of time behind the wheel to discuss
things like `love.'

"I don't like to call it making love. What does `love' mean,
after all? Are you and I in love?"

She grinned. "I suppose not."

"If it were up to me," I added, "we'd just get together and make
each other feel good for a little while."

"Such a noble cause."

I almost got angry, but it is hard to be angry with a beautiful
woman who is about to fuck you. "Don't make fun of me," I said.
"There is already far too much cynicism in the world. I can do
without the complexity and negativity."

Anne stared at me with eyes that wanted to open me up to look
inside. "So what are you trying to tell me, Sam? That life is
simple? That all I have to do is sit back and enjoy it?"

"Yes," I said emphatically, meaning as far as I was concerned,
the conversation was over. I stepped up close to her. I put my
thumb under her strong chin and tipped her head back until those
dark eyes stared at me like a moonbeam.

And we kissed.

It was like her entire body exhaled, and all Anne's pent-up
resistance suddenly vanished, dispersing into the atmosphere
where it would never bother anyone again. The change in her was
thrilling, and I knew at once that I was in for something special
tonight.

We helped each other undress. When her bra was off, I ran the
back of my hands down the slope of her breasts. When my boxers
hit the floor, she briefly petted my stiff penis. When her
panties were gone, I cupped her hairy mound.

She sat back against the bed's headboard with her knees apart.
Black crinkly hair covered her sex. She breathed deeply.

I crawled up on the bed and stared at her most female center. The
aroma of her tickled my nose. The soft, smooth skin of her inner
thighs seemed to beg for the soft, smooth touch of my lips.

I watched her face as I kissed one knee then the other. Her eyes
sparkled, and she bit her lower lip with her small white teeth.

I rubbed my cheek against her inner thigh. Her skin was warm and
smooth. From this closer viewpoint, I could see her sexy slit
through the dark, dense pubes.

My lips brushed through her hair. The musk of her was thick
there. I tugged on her hair with my teeth. I pushed my face
inwards and nestled against her crotch. I buried my nose in
Anne's soft, fragrant flesh.

My nose worked between her folds and I opened my mouth and
gobbled her outer lips. With my tongue, I parted her. I tasted
her. I licked her.

I grabbed her thighs with both hands and sucked her clitoris. She
ground back against my face, and I licked her clit.

Her hips rumbled as I settled on her clit, and with firm, slow
strokes, I wiped her swollen bulb over and over.

She spoke. First, with simple exclamations: "Oh God!" "There!"
And digressing into vowel sounds: "Aaaa!" "Oooo!" And finally the
long, drawn out "Uuuuugh!" as she gasped and arched. I pulled
back as her body throbbed like a heartbeat. As she came, her dark
nipples pulled up in tight knots.

As she recovered, I lay down beside her, and Anne wiped the sweat
off her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. "You are a very sweet
man, Sam."

Just then there was a loud pounding on the motel door. "Sam!"
Neil yelled. "You in there, Sam? Come on, I got hold of Earl!
He's got a party going on. I'll bet he didn't know it was a
Welcome Home Party for his long lost brother Neil!"

Anne and I looked at each other. "Whatever you want to do," she
said.

"We'd better go, then," I said.

Anne dressed efficiently and silently. I was not sure if she were
angry or not. I felt like the energy had been drained out of me,
but I wasn't about to let Neil leave me in an out-of-the-way
motel while he gallivanted the night away. We shuffled out to the
car, where Neil and Bea had already taken their places in front
and were bouncing in their seats to the song on the radio turned
up so loud the tiny speakers buzzed with distortion.

Bea had fully adopted Neil's extroverted enthusiasm, just as Anne
had predicted. It was a role she was eager to play.

Anne huddled in the back seat with me and didn't say a word. Neil
tossed the Ford in gear and we dashed off into the warm, heavy
night. We screeched around corners, raced the red lights, and
kicked up rooster-tails in the wide puddles of the dark Tacoma
streets.

We screeched to a halt in front of a small wooden house. With the
rain temporarily on hold, dozens of people spilled out into the
backyard, which was surrounded by a picket fence. We could see
people dancing through the front window.

Neil flipped off the car radio and Bea stopped dancing in her
bucket seat. "What did I tell you, Sam!" Neil pounded his knee
with his fist. "My brother knows how to put on one _hell_ of a
party! But you ain't seen nothing yet! Look out, Tacoma! Neil
Drabeck is back in town!"

Neil turned to Bea and his expression suddenly turned serious.
"Honey, there's something you need to know about me. We're just
getting to know each other, but there is something you must do if
you want to party with yours truly."

"And what is that?" Bea said, a smile breaking on her lips. For a
woman we only recently met, Bea had already picked up on a few of
Neil's idiosyncrasies, including the way he speaks seriously only
when he's about to say something outrageous.

"You need to be _wild!_" Neil bellowed. He whooped at the top of
his lungs. Anne put her hands over her ears, but Bea was shaking
with excitement. "And you need to be _crazy!_ Because I intend to
be _wild_ and I intend to be _crazy_ and I will not have my bed
partner for the night act any less!

"So are you ready, Bea? Are you ready for the night of your
life?"

Bea screeched, "Yessssss!" and shook her head crazily, her blond
hair swirling all around her face. "_I_ _am_ _ready_ _to_
_party!_" She leaped out of the car and galloped around the front
yard, her arms raised in the air, hooting loudly. Neil bounded
out of the car after her. He swept her up in his arms, and she
wrapped herself around him, and their hungry lips met in a deep,
wet kiss.




This is the end of part 1 (of 3) of "Claudia Near The End Of The
Road."




Comments? Good or bad, I'd love to hear them. Email me at
poisoniv1@hotmail.com. Or you can find more stories like this on
my website, http://bounce.to/poisoniv1.

Claudia Near The End Of The Road, Part 1 of 3
By Poison Ivan

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