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From: "Poison Ivan" <poisoniv1@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Claudia Near The End Of The Road, Part 2 of 3, by Poison Ivan (MF MFMF oral anal)
Date: Wed,  6 Jun 2001 00:10:06 -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.

This story is in the public domain. While you are legally free to
do anything you like with it, out of courtesy to the author, I
humbly request that you leave my name and contact information
with this story.




Claudia Near The End Of The Road, Part 2 of 3
By Poison Ivan



Neil and Bea stampeded through the front door, and Anne and I
straggled after them.

Earl's party was hot and boisterous. As soon as Anne and I were
inside, Neil accosted us and took our quartet off to meet his big
brother.

Earl was a serious-looking fellow, very unlike Neil. Even as the
party streamed in all directions, he kept careful watch, noting
what everyone was doing. When someone got too rambunctious, Earl
hurried off to calm him down. He showed a keen sense of control.
This was his party.

I could imagine him with Neil when they were kids. Neil always
running around getting in trouble, and Earl not caring as long as
Neil stayed out of his stuff. And Neil getting the snot beat out
of him if he ever stepped over the line.

Earl introduced us to his keg of beer, instructed us to have a
good time, and went back to mingle with his guests.

Anne and I sat on the couch and nursed our drinks as the party
surged around us. Neil and Bea were not in a sitting mood, and as
soon as they hit the dance floor, the pace of the party shifted
into overdrive. It was like everyone absorbed their excess
energy. The floor, the walls, the air, it all thudded with the
magnified musical beat.

Bea draped herself all over Neil. Somewhere along the way, she
had lost her bra and a couple blouse buttons, and her breasts
bobbed as Neil and Bea jumped together to the music. The other
dancers found their rhythm, the heat and the pounding
intensified.

Not even Anne was immune to the couple's energy. She watched them
like a gawker passing a bloody car wreck. Her nipples hardened
under her tee shirt.

During a pause between songs, Bea grabbed a plastic cup full of
some drink and swallowed the entire thing. "I'm going to dance
naked!" she yelled. And she hopped around to the opening strain
of the next song as she worked the remaining buttons of her
blouse.

"That's it!" Neil laughed. "That's it, Honey! Take it all off!"

Bea howled as she swung her blouse like a helicopter. Her shapely
tits wobbled and a couple men whistled from around the room. She
tossed her blouse away and jumped into Neil's arms. They kissed
and ground against each other, and Neil pawed Bea's bare breasts.

Bea worked the buttons on Neil's shirt, and soon his shirt was
lying somewhere on the floor. Bea and Neil kissed hard and rubbed
their naked chests together.

Bea slipped out of Neil's arms and wiggled out of her jeans. In
just her little blue panties, Bea stepped up on a coffee table.
She spun to the music a few times and the partiers crowded
closer. Bea pinched her nipples until they hardened like pebbles.

"Why's everybody hollering?" Bea laughed.

"It's you, Honey!" Neil said. "All the boys like you!"

"All the boys like _me?_ They like plain old little old _me?_"

Anne blinked rapidly, refocusing her vision on her friend
stripping in front of all these strangers. She stood and squeezed
through the crowd and tried to break in. "Come on Darlene, tone
it down a little, OK? You don't want to do anything you'll regret
later."

"Oh, you are wrong there, my dear friend," Bea slurred. "If I'm
not doing something I'll regret later, then I'm not doing it
right!"

"Darlene ..."

"Besides," Bea interrupted in a loud voice, "these boys are here
for the show! Aren't you boys?"

A raucous cheer rose from the crowd.

"You all like naked girls here?"

If the music had not been so loud, I'm sure the approval of the
spectators would have been spectacular. Everyone clustered
around, like rush hour traffic bunched together on an interstate.

"You guys like my boobies?" Bea said, holding her tits up and
shaking them. "See, girlfriend? Everyone likes my boobies."

Anne backed off a step, but she did not take her eye off the
woman on the table dressed in only her panties. Bea spiraled on
the table, the people cheered.

Anne relented. I suspect a big part of her wished for Bea to
continue, and the warning was just for show, something to point
out the next morning when Bea asked her why she didn't try to
stop her. She edged back towards the couch, where we watched
Bea's show side-by-side. I noticed Anne absently stroking her own
belly as Bea began to tease the crowd with her blue panties.

"I wonder which one of you boys will get lucky tonight?" Bea
said. She stretched the waistband of her panties until they
pulled tight up into her crotch. "I am _way_ horny." She cast a
sly smile in Neil's direction.

Bea peeled her panties down and shot them off into the crowd like
a rubber band. Sweat shone on her bare face and belly. Everyone
stared at the dirty-blond tangle of Bea's pubic hair. The
anticipation ratcheted upwards. What would Bea do next? What was
the next step?

She began to dance, turning and swinging her hips suggestively.
She wagged her firm butt at the on-lookers. She danced and
touched herself, running her hands up and down her belly and
thighs, squeezing her tits, and then sliding towards the juncture
of her legs.

She pushed her hips forward and swirled her pubic hair with her
fingernails. "What do you say, boys and girls?" Bea taunted. "Do
you want to see more? Do you want to see my horny pussy?"

The question, of course, was rhetorical. Bea bent over with her
legs in an inverted V. Her furry furrow puffed into the open. She
playfully covered herself with her hand, then drew downward,
parting herself with her middle finger, a glint of pink following
her fingernail as she delved into her sex.

The display left me breathless. The crowd seemed to shiver. Bea
stood and laughed, and she resumed dancing.

And suddenly she stopped. She faced directly at Neil. "I am going
to fuck ..." and Bea pointed straight at Neil, "I am going to
fuck _you_ until your dick falls off."

"Now _there_ is a challenge worth pursuing!" Neil laughed.

And Earl yelled from across the room. "Hey! Keep off the
furniture!"

We all turned our attention towards the kitchen. The crowd
separated like a forest being split by a highway. Earl sped
through and stared at Bea with his hands on his hips.

Naked Bea stepped down off the table, a blush rising on her
cheeks.

"I think it's time to call it a night," Earl said.

Bea reached towards Neil but lost her balance. She stumbled and
fell, dragging Neil down with her as they crashed to the floor.

"Aw, bro!" Neil laughed from his position tangled up with Bea.
"This party is just getting under way!"

"Not here it isn't," Earl said. "I don't want the cops here,
Neil. If you want to keep going, find somewhere else to party.
It's late. I'm sending everyone home now."

The crowd had already thinned significantly. Earl was not someone
to fuck around with.

"You need a place to sleep tonight, Neil?"

Bea crawled on top of Neil and began sucking on his nipples. "I
don't think I'm going to be doing much sleeping tonight, bro!"

"OK, then I'm going to spend the night at Rebecca's," Earl said.
"Can I trust you here, Neil? You won't destroy my house, will
you?"

"I can't make any promises," Neil laughed like a roll of thunder,
his exuberance completely unhindered by the dissipating crowd. He
squeezed Bea's naked tits with both hands, and she grabbed his
crotch. "This chick may fuck the whole house down!"

Bea held her head up. "I just might!" she said.

"Just take it easy, OK Neil? You can have my room, and Sam can
have the hide-a-bed in the den. I told a few people they could
crash on the floor, but I think everyone is splitting for the
night. I'll be back, Neil. _Early_ tomorrow morning. OK?"

"What do you think, honey? Can you hold off until we get to bed?"

Bea was busy fishing inside Neil's pants, and she finally
released his half-hard penis. "The question is, Neil, can _you_
hold off?" she said. She grabbed Neil's prick and stroked him.

"Oh, honey! You do that so _good!_"

"Look, you guys," Earl said, "I'm glad you're having a good time,
but take it to the back room, OK?"

"No," Bea said, and she wrestled down Neil's pants.

"Move it," Earl said.

"Hey, honey, let's go!" Neil said, his now stiff prick wobbling
like the pointer held by a drunk teacher.

He struggled to his feet and kicked his pants the rest of the way
off. Bea whined as she stood up after him. The naked couple
rumbled off, their bare bottoms bouncing down the hallway. Neil
yelled back over his shoulder. "Thanks, Earl! You've made your
brother a very happy man!"

Earl left, and Anne and I retired to the study. The room
contained stacks and stacks of paperback books and a simple wood
desk covered with loose papers. An old sleeper sofa gaped open on
the far wall. Folded sheets and blankets were stacked at the foot
of the bed.

Anne and I silently made the bed. The house was eerily quiet. We
couldn't even hear Neil and Bea in the next room.

Anne began disrobing. "I have to say, Sam, I don't get it. What
is it about men with the way they react to a naked woman? It's
not like you all haven't seen about a million naked women by the
time you're sixteen years old. Magazines, TV, movies. Naked women
are _everywhere_. I would think you'd all get bored of us after a
while."

"Part of it is just built in, it's the way we're wired," I said.
"But there's more to it than that. I also think there's something
about a woman who doesn't mind being looked at naked. It's the
intimation that she is confident and sexually uninhibited. That
mix of confidence and sexual openness is extremely arousing."

"Hm. Interesting answer, Sam. So I take it you've thought about
this question before?" She dropped her panties and was now naked
herself. She stood at the side of the bed, the stark light from
the desk lamp casting deep shadows across the curves and crevices
of her body. Her breasts looked like Rocky Mountain peaks at
sunset. And the shadowy meadow between her thighs drew my
libidinous attention.

A growl grew in my throat. I pulled down my underwear and my cock
sprung up, fully erect.

"I guess we're going to fuck now, huh?" Anne said.

"You are just as turned on as I am. I can tell."

"How can you tell, Sam?"

"I just can."

And I could. I couldn't place my finger on exactly what it was,
but there was _something_. Maybe there was a subtle flush in her
skin. Or the way her breasts rose and fell with her breath. Or
maybe it was something in her posture. Or maybe I sensed a rasp
in her voice.

Whatever it was, I knew she wanted to fuck as badly as I did.

I was on her with just a couple steps, my arms wrapping up her
naked body and pulling her into me. My stiff prick prodded her
soft belly, and we kissed hard. With both hands, she grabbed my
ass.

I twisted her to the side and let my weight down on her, and we
tumbled onto the mattress. I was immediately up between her legs.
Her thighs spread wide apart and my cock slid up against her hot,
humid hole. My glans eased between her puffy lips, and I stopped
there for a moment, just inside the vestibule of her sex. I
grabbed my shaft with one hand and swept my cock up and down
through her drenched slit, teasing her clit, teasing her opening,
spreading her lubrication all over my cockhead.

I used my slippery cock to masturbate her, rubbing up and down
over her clit, and she grabbed her own tits and pulled on her
nipples. "Fuck me, Sam. Stick it in me. Fuck me."

I placed my cock at the opening of her vagina. Her cunt seemed to
beg for me to enter. I pushed a little further, and in I slid, my
cockhead stopping just inside, bathed in liquid heat.

She held her breath, like she was underwater and needed to reach
the surface before she could take in air again. There was the
tiniest change in her expression as I pushed gently inwards. I
slid easily inside, navigating her tunnel until I was fully
engulfed.

"Oh, Sam. Now fuck me. Fuck me, Sam."

She grabbed my hips with both hands as I began stroking slowly in
and out.

"Harder, Sam. Fuck me. _Really_ fuck me."

And I forced myself deeper inside her, crushing my hips hard into
hers.

"Ooo, yes, that's good. Now faster."

I pulled as far out as I dared and thrust back in, again forcing
myself in to the hilt. I pulled out slowly, afraid if I got
moving too fast, I'd slip out.

"Harder, Sam. Faster."

I tried to comply. I found a rhythm that seemed to work, slowly
withdrawing, and a hard, powerful thrust inward that took her
breath away.

She hooked her heels around my butt. "Come on, Sam, fuck me. Fuck
me harder. Faster. Harder."

She dug her fingernails into my back.

"Fill me up, Sam. Fill me with your cock. Cum inside me."

I forgot about slipping out and pounded into her with the fury of
a cheated man. Our bodies slapped together, she grunted with each
deep jab. While the slippery froth of her cunt lubricated every
stroke, she pinched and scratched me. She grabbed my hair and
pulled, forcing me down to meet her, crushing my mouth into hers.
When we kissed, she bit my lower lip.

I pulled away. "Ow! Stop it," I warned, but the flaring nostrils
and amused smile made it clear she wasn't afraid of me. She
jabbed a fingernail into my nipple and I yelped. "Stop it? Stop
what?" she said.

I paused and I grabbed her head, held her head in both hands,
forced her to look straight up at me. Her eyes glared white hot,
and her lips were fiery red. I held her head tightly, forcing her
to stare me in the eye. "Is this what you want?" I whispered. And
I crushed my hips into her with every bit of strength I had. My
cock rammed so deep I was sure I was up inside her belly.

The desires of our bodies began to take over. She began to
loosen, her mouth went slack, her eyes closed, her head tipped
slightly back. I pushed hard and deep, and I felt the pleasure
begin to rise inside me. She was squeezing me, milking me with
her cunt, resisting each stroke for a half beat and releasing me
to fill her depths. "Oh Sam," she groaned.

I was on the verge of coming, but I tried to hold off, fuck her
just a little longer so she could get hers too. Only I was sure
it was too late. I jabbed feebly with what little coordination I
had left. Once, twice, three times. And on the last stroke before
I was overcome, she groaned loudly, beautifully. Surprised and
delighted that I'd lasted long enough, I dropped down on top of
her, buried myself in her core, and deposited my seed in the
depths of her spasming cunt.

I felt utterly drained. My muscles refused to respond to my
commands. Before I crumpled completely, I forced myself off to
the side and dropped limply to the mattress. I was covered with
sweat, and I immediately felt cold.

We crawled under the covers, and I fought back the desire to doze
off.

She draped her arm across her eyes. I snuggled up against her,
but she flinched.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Something is wrong. Tell me, what is it?"

She looked at me, as grim as a businessman. "You know what I
don't like about this, Sam? About fucking men that I know will
never love me? Who will never want to marry me and want to have
children with me? It's the times like this. After we fuck. When
we're lying here and there is nothing more to do. How do we part
gracefully?"

"We don't have to part gracefully yet," I said. "We have time. We
can lie here and talk."

She sighed. "But what do we have to talk about, Sam? Aren't we
just two people crossing paths for a single day in this far-off
corner of the country? Do you think five years from now anyone
will care whether we talked or not? When you or I think back on
this day, when we're old and wrinkled and we're wondering what
went wrong in our lives, do you think we'll remember the words we
exchanged? No, all we'll remember is that we fucked. And maybe we
won't even remember that."

It dawned on me that some strange cosmic mistake had been made.
Between Anne and Bea, Anne was not really the shy one. Some
mysterious twist had occurred, and I had been paired off with the
girl Neil was supposed to have.

The novelty of my situation spurred me to press on. "You could
tell me about your love life," I said.

Anne laughed. "What? You want to hear about my old lovers? Is
that it, Sam?" She laughed again. "And I thought I'd met every
kind of man there was, and then along comes you!"

"It's not that I want to know about your old lovers, ..." I
began.

At least I had amused her. "Oh, you don't fool me!" she laughed
and snuggled up close. Her hand rubbed up and down my belly.
Amazingly, my cock jerked to attention. I do not normally recover
so quickly. She whispered in my ear, "You want to hear every
sordid detail, don't you, Sam? You want to hear about the sex?
The way their penises looked, and the way they felt inside me? Or
the blowjobs I gave? Or the men who gave good head and the ones
who didn't have a clue?

"Or would you rather hear about my first true love, Sam? The man
I was head-over-heels about, but I let him get away, and now I'm
living my sad, dreary life? You want to hear about the decision I
made all those years ago that I've regretted for every day since?

"Well, Sam, I hate to disappoint you, but I have no regrets."

And she cradled my balls and gently lifted them. With her other
hand, she smoothed the underside of my penis. She smiled like the
Mona Lisa. "I've been told I give a kick-ass blowjob." Her hand
slowly encircled my stiffening shaft, and she pointed my erection
straight up. "What do you think, Sam? Do you want me to suck your
cock? Do you want to be the beneficiary of all the tricks I've
learned over he years?"

And she pressed her lips down along the shaft of my penis, and
her spit-slicked lips worked up and down my erection. She sucked
and licked and nibbled, and it was like she was playing me,
playing my cock like a musical instrument. She popped her mouth
down over the head and bathed me with her tongue. She strummed my
balls with her fingernails.

And she orchestrated the blowjob of my life. She hummed with me
in her mouth, the rich, reedy hum of oboes, tickling me with the
sonorous vibrations. And then the light, easy kisses, her lips
running up and down my shaft, each kiss clean and pure, like the
music of flutes.

The performance began to lose its free-form rhythm, and she
slowly found a beat. She blew me in four-four time, her hand
pumping up and down as she took me deeper in to her hot, moist
mouth: one-two-three-_four!_, one-two-three-_four!_

The brass section came crashing in, blowing hard, braaaagh-ing
and waaaahing around my cock. And the glorious, slutty slide of
the trombones taking over, up and down, like fucking a woman,
only I was in Anne's melodious mouth instead of her heated fuck
hole.

And then came the magnificent onslaught of the timpani, the
pounding, thundering beat, and I tried to sing along, but my
voice was nothing but a strangled cry. And with one final cymbal
crash, the glorious crescendo. The long, final roll of percussion
beat through me, and I gushed in rhythm into her sucking mouth.

In the quiet after the performance, I almost expected to hear an
ovation.

Anne lay beside me and we kissed. The faint taste of semen
colored her breath. We kissed and snuggled together, and we lay
quietly together.

There wasn't much to say.

The heat of our bodies became uncomfortable and we separated.
Anne soon dozed off. I lay staring into the darkness, wondering
about this surprising woman.

As I pondered our place in the universe, the door cracked open
and Neil's silhouette peeked inside. "Sam!" he whispered loudly.

I quietly got out from under the covers and crept to the door. I
whispered back, trying to let Anne sleep. "What is it?"

"You got any money, Sam?" Neil whispered.

"I'm busted flat," I said. "Not a dime."

"What about her? What's her name?"

"Anne."

"What kind of money does she have?"

"I don't know, Neil. How should I know?"

"Why don't you find out, Sam! We need a little cash to turn this
town inside out!"

"I'm not stealing her money, Neil."

"I wouldn't call it stealing, old boy! We need to _liberate_ this
cash from the shackles of the merely ordinary! There are more
important things in life than laundry and telephone bills!"

Neil squeezed past me into the room and plucked Anne's wallet out
of her purse. He prowled through her wallet and I turned away in
disgust. I stepped into the hallway. And while it was
uncomfortable standing in the hallway of a strange house naked,
the air was just a little easier to breathe.

A moment later, Neil was beside me. He flapped the wallet in
front of my face.

"I thought you said this chick was named Anne," Neil said.

"That _is_ her name," I said.

"Her name, my friend, is Claudia." He threw her wallet at me and
it fell to the floor. I picked it up and looked inside. The
driver's license inside was titled `Claudia Tyler.'

"So she lied," I shrugged. I was disappointed, to be sure, but
looking back, I wasn't surprised. Why would a girl give her real
name out to a couple transient strangers she met in a diner?

"Fuck, man!" Neil continued. "She doesn't look anything like her!
My Claudia was a teenager! Long black hair and the softest lips
I've ever kissed! And what a _fuck_ she was, Sam! She had the
sweetest twat this side of St. Louis! I can't believe this is the
same chick! Of course now that I know, I must've been a blind man
to miss it. The resemblance is there, a strong resemblance. I
should've noticed! You were there, I was talking about Claudia
right before we met them! I should've noticed!"

"What about Bea? Did she lie too?"

"You're not _getting it_, man! This chick is _Claudia Tyler!_
This is _my_ Claudia! I busted this chick's cherry!"

Oddly, I wasn't surprised. It was simply the feeling of "aha" as
all the clues suddenly fell into place.

"What was she like, Sam? Don't leave out a single detail! I want
to know everything, everything you saw, everything you felt.
Don't leave out a single thing."

And so I gave Neil the blow-by-blow. He stood in rapt attention,
rocking on his feet, as I described our conversations. And when I
got to the sex, his face froze, his mouth hanging agape. And when
I reached the finale, as I described coming in her mouth, he let
out a joyful whoop.

"Sam, I must say, I _am_ impressed! And just think! I taught this
chick everything she knows! And I must say," he added, elbowing
me in the ribs, "I taught _you_ a thing or two about how to score
with the ladies, too, didn't I, Sam!"

Neil jumped up and began to pace the room. "Oh man, Sam. Just
think! It's Claudia! Claudia Tyler! I can't believe you fucked
Claudia Tyler! Not that I'm complaining! Bea was fantastic, too.
But Claudia Tyler!"

He stopped and stood facing me, his arms akimbo. "I'm telling
you, Sam. I got to have her again. I can't stand it, I got to
have her again."

"I don't know, Neil. If she is really your old Claudia, then I
don't think she's going to be interested."

"Oh, she's my old Claudia, all right," Neil said. There's no
doubt about that. But I don't know why she didn't _say_ anything!
I'll tell you, Sam, we had some _amazing_ times! I'm getting a
hard-on just thinking about it!"

I thought hard about the words Anne - that is, Claudia - had used
when we talked. The bitter, unsweetened chocolate tone. And I
tried to match her with the girl Neil raved about, the high
school triumph that still ranks near the top of Neil's long list
of victories.

"It's going to happen again, Sam. I can feel it."

"I think you're wrong, Neil."

"I'm going to go ask her," Neil said.

"Neil, this is a bad idea," I said.

"Wish me luck, old friend," Neil said. "I'm off to pay a visit to
my old stomping grounds!"

And he rumbled off like a freight train and disappeared into
Earl's den. I heard muffled voices through the door, but I didn't
want to hear what the two old lovers had to say to one another,
so I retreated to the kitchen, where the acoustics were worse but
the food was better.

I snacked on pretzels for only a short while before Neil
returned, walking fast, his arms swinging. "Shit!" he said. "She
said no, but I'm telling you, Sam, if I don't get my cock inside
Claudia's box again, I am going to burst! Just knowing she's in
the next room, I'm not sure I can take it."

Neil absently threw a couple pretzels in his mouth, and then a
sly expression came across his face. "But you know, Sam, _you_
have made quite an impression on her."

I knew I was about to hear one of Neil's crazy schemes. He
formulated his plans inside the wink of an eye, and you never
knew what he would come up with next.

"We could set up the old switcheroo," Neil said, pointing a
pretzel at me. He snapped his fingers. "Of course! It will be
perfect! You, Sam, you will get her into bed, get her all warmed
up. And at the perfect moment, I'll walk in the door! Oh, yes!
This is great! Then you'll make a quiet exit, Sam, and I'll take
your place."

"Neil ..." I tried to interrupt.

"Or if that didn't work, maybe we could both do her. Oh, man! Can
you imagine that, Sam?"

"Absolutely not, Neil," I said.

"Sam, it would be _perfect!_"

"No, Neil. I won't do it."

"Can you imagine it, old friend? The two of us banging her at the
same time? And did I ever tell you Claudia gives a _kick-ass_
blowjob?"

I didn't remind Neil that I had just given him a detailed
description of the blowjob Claudia had given me. "It won't work,
Neil. Give it up."

"I think she'll go for it, Sam."

"I think she'd rather cut your dick off than have sex with you
again, Neil. If I'm reading her right, she's pretty bitter about
you driving off without her."

Neil paused for a rare moment of introspection. "You have a point
there, old friend. I don't suppose it's easy for a girl to lose
the likes of Neil Drabeck!"

"Why don't you go back and see to Bea? She's the one who really
wants you."

"And I'll tell you, Sam, Bea was one _amazing_ fuck! She's
insatiable!"

"There you go."

"But Claudia ..."

I interrupted him before he could continue. "Why don't you just
see where Bea will take you tonight, Neil? Worry about Claudia
some other day."

Neil sighed and tapped his chin with his thick fingers. "You're
right, Sam. Of course you're right. This is one of those delicate
situations. And we don't have time for delicacy on this trip."

"You can be pretty wise when you want to be, Neil."

Neil smiled. He knew I was manipulating him, but he didn't seem
to care. "I'm off, old friend!" Neil said, and he slapped me on
the shoulder. I was relieved when he finally rumbled off to hook
up again with Bea.




This is the end of part 2 (of 3) of "Claudia Near The End Of The
Road."




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Claudia Near The End Of The Road, Part 2 of 3
By Poison Ivan

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