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Subject: {ASSM} Playing the Game 012/? (mf rom) by Rev. Cotton Mather
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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 12 -

INTO THE WOODS


By the time I got over to Tessa's house, it was close to 6:00.  Molly 
and Tessa were sitting on the front step with Kristina Mendoza, a 
slender Hispanic girl who was fairly new to the neighborhood.  She 
lived just down the street from Tessa, and she and Tessa had become 
friends right away.  Kristina played soccer for the Sting Rays, and 
brought a considerable skill to the team.  Her family had moved here 
from Texas, where she had played soccer year-round practically since 
she could walk.  I didn't really know her very well, but Tessa and 
Molly both liked her, and the three of them had hung out quite a bit 
of the summer together.

"Hi, ladies," I said as I walked up the sidewalk.

"Hi, Sean," they echoed in answer.  Was it my imagination, or were 
Tessa and Kristina looking at me funny?  I couldn't really tell.  
Molly stood up and came over to me.  She grabbed my arm and pulled me 
over to sit by her on the bottom step.

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Sean?" asked Tessa.  "My dad's going to 
barbeque some burgers and hot dogs for us pretty soon."

"Hey, that's great," I said.  "You're sure it's okay with your parents 
if I stay for dinner?"

"Sure,", she said.  "Kristina and Molly were already staying, so one 
more won't matter."

"Even if it's a boy with an appetite?" I asked.  "Between my brothers 
and me, we eat everything we find in the house.  My mom is always 
complaining about how often she has to go food shopping for us."

"I don't think even you could out-eat my dad," said Tessa.  "He eats 
more than anyone I've ever seen or heard of."

"It's true," confirmed Molly.  "I've never seen anybody eat like Mr. 
Navarrone.  My brother Josh eats a lot, but nothing like your dad, 
Tessa."

"That's right," added Kristina.  "When we first moved here, Tessa's 
parents invited my family over for a cookout, and Mr. Navarrone cooked 
a whole huge turkey on the grill.  Do you know that there was no 
turkey left by the end of the meal?  And then, after dinner, your mom 
brings out all these pies and cookies and stuff, and we practically 
finished them off, too!"  She started laughing at the memory of that 
meal.

"So," I said, "I don't have to be polite and not eat very much, then, 
is that what you're telling me?  Yum, I can't wait!"  I rubbed my 
growling stomach in anticipation.  

In a little while, Tessa's parents called us into the back yard for 
dinner.  It was quite a party, with the four of us, plus Tessa's 
parents, her two sisters and two brothers, plus various of their 
friends, totaling 20 people.  We were spread out throughout the back 
yard, finding space on the deck, or at one of several tables, or on a 
retaining wall across the back of their yard.  There was plenty of 
food, lots of sodas and iced tea, and Mr. Navarrone ruled it all from
in front of his gas grille, cooking up a storm of hamburgers, hot 
dogs, bratwursts, and barbequed chicken.  There was also corn on the 
cob, baked beans, salads, Jello, cold pasta salad, and chips, followed by 
homemade cookies and a chocolate cake with ice cream for dessert.  By 
the end, I had downed two hamburgers, a bratwurst, and a huge mound of 
beans and pasta salad, and still managed to squeeze down a piece of 
cake and a couple of cookies.  Molly, sticking by me throughout the 
meal, kept up a running commentary for her friends on my progress 
through my meal, until both Tessa and Kristina finally begged her to 
stop.

"Enough!" cried Kristina.  "I'm going to be sick just hearing what 
he's eating, Molly!"

"Between you and my dad, Sean, you could clean out this house of food,"
complained Tessa good-naturedly.

"Someone is challenging me to an eating contest?" rumbled a gravelly 
voice from the other side of the yard.  "Who's eating so much over 
there?" said Mr. Navarrone.

"It's Sean," cried Lisbeth, Tessa's youngest sister.

"What?  That skinny little kid?" said Mr. Navarrone.  "Where are you 
putting all that chow, Sean?  In a hollow leg?"

"I'm a growing kid, Mr. Navarrone," I called out.    "Besides, I'm 
just trying to be a good guest by cleaning my plate.  It's not really 
my fault."

"A good guest?  Hah!  How about a bottomless pit?" said Molly 
with a laugh.  "Aren't you afraid of getting too fat?"

"Nah," I said.  "Not with all these beautiful women around here to 
chase.  I'll work it off somehow."

Everyone laughed at that, and Molly slugged me in the arm in mock 
anger.

"If you're planning on chasing all these beautiful women," said Mr. 
Navarrone, "then you probably need one more cookie for sustenance.  
Some of them can run pretty fast, after all.  Tessa, come get the 
plate of cookies for Sean, would you please?"

The last laugh was on me, after all, when Tessa loaded up a plate with 
cookies and pieces of cake and brought it over to me, handing it over 
with a flourish.

By the time we were done eating, it was dusk.  The streetlights were 
buzzing and flickering to life, and porch lights throughout the 
neighborhood were switching on.  Lightning bugs were making an 
appearance, and we all chased them around, catching them and putting 
them in our hair and on our clothes.  As the darkness closed in, 
Kristina, Molly and I said our goodbyes to everybody.  We thanked 
Tessa's parents for dinner, and then the three of us wandered down the 
street toward Kristina's house.

"Do you guys want to come in for a little while?  Maybe there's a good 
movie on or something," said Kristina as we got to her house.

Molly and I looked at each other and nearly simultaneously said, "No, 
thanks, I've got to be getting home."  We waved and continued walking 
toward Molly's house.  Nervously we reached for each other's hand, as 
if we were near strangers on a clandestine mission.

When we got to her house, she led the way down her driveway, and into 
the garage.  "I've got some blankets stashed in here," she whispered.  
She went in through a side door and came back out again carrying some 
folded blankets in her arms.

"Let's go back here," she whispered.  "I'm not sure who's home, so we 
need to keep quiet until we get to the clearing."

She led the way to the back of the yard, and into the trees.  About 20 
yards in, there was a small clearing, with a picnic table, an old fire 
ring, and a couple of bent and broken lawn chairs.  It was obviously a 
long-time neighborhood hangout, but I hadn't realized it was there.

Molly knelt down and spread out the blankets on the ground, and sat 
down facing me.  Silently she patted the ground next to her, beckoning 
me.  She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that buttoned down the front, 
and a pair of tight shorts.  She reached up and took her reddish 
blonde hair out of the ponytail, letting it fall down her cheeks and 
spread across her shoulders.  I moved over to sit beside her, reaching 
around to put my arm around her shoulder, and felt the weight of her 
hair against my arm as she moved into my embrace.  We kissed, fumbling 
to find each other's lips in the dark.  As we connected, we lowered 
each other down onto the blanket until we were lying facing each 
other, lips locked together and arms entwined.  I felt her hand 
running up and down my back, and I did the same, my fingertips sensing 
the soft cotton of her shirt, and the bumps and ridges of her spine, 
and the extra thickness of her bra beneath her shirt.

Her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth, searching and tasting as 
our mouths opened wider against each other.  The pressure of her hands 
turned more insistent on my back as we kissed, shifting our heads this 
way and that to try to get an even better contact.  Her tongue played 
along my teeth like they were piano keys, one side and then the other, 
before fleeing back into its own cavern, chased by my tongue.

I dragged my hand down onto her beautiful, tight ass, blindly 
searching for the hem of her shirt.  The pressure of my hand on the 
small of her back and on her butt caused her to move her hips closer 
to me, until her crotch was rubbing against my rigid dick.  I slipped 
my hand under her shirttail and brushed along the soft skin of her 
back, feeling the muscles underneath the skin flexing and relaxing 
with the unconscious movement of her hips against me.  As I moved up 
her back, my arm pushed her shirt up until it started to bunch up 
under her arm.  It must have irritated her a little, because she let 
go of me and started to unbutton it.  I tried to help, but it's easier 
working buttons when they're on you, so I ended up fumbling around 
until she finished the job.  She shrugged out of her shirt and settled 
back against me, reaching once more for another wet, open-mouthed 
kiss.  I put my arms back around her and enjoyed feeling her back 
tense and relax as I tickled up and down along her spine.  Molly, in 
the meantime, found the hem of my shirt and started rucking it up my 
body, duplicating my movements.

I didn't have a lot of experience with the hooks and eyes of bra 
straps, but I managed to unhook Molly's with one hand after wrestling 
with it for a few moments.  As soon as it was loose, I ran my hand 
around her, to her left tit, and pushed her back just a little so I 
could play with it better.  I pressed her whole breast with the palm 
of my hand, feeling her nipple expand against it.  I was gently 
squeezing and releasing it, still amazed at the sensation of this 
soft, sensuous place on a girl's body that differed so much from mine.
The contrast of her hard ribcage, topped by her amazingly tender 
breast, tipped by this flexible and sensitive nipple, was a constant 
source of joy and discovery for me.

I wanted so much to give her an inkling of the pleasure she was 
imparting, so I left her lips and tongue and trailed soft kisses and 
licks down her throat, under her ear (boy, did THAT cause a reaction!),
and down her body to her boob.

She arched up, trying to move her breast and nipple into my mouth as I 
got closer, but I sensed that the buildup would lead to a more 
interesting conclusion, so I took the longer, winding path to her 
treasures.  Molly was moaning in frustration, rolling around on the 
blanket in an attempt to increase the contact, until she finally 
grabbed me by the neck and forcibly pushed my face onto her.  She 
sighed in contentment and arousal as she felt my lips enclose her 
swollen nipple.  I sucked on her, drumming my tongue across the 
swollen nub, and brought my hand over to squeeze and play with her 
right breast as I was feasting.

Unwilling to show any favoritism, I transferred the attentions of my 
mouth to her right breast, sucking hard on her.  Each time I rubbed 
her nipple with my tongue, her breathing got rougher and deeper, and 
she hugged me tighter to her, so I figured I was doing it all right.  
So I continued, taking my cue from her.  Small reaction, try something 
else.  Big reaction, do that some more.  That plan worked out even as 
I was sucking on her right breast and reaching down her body toward 
her legs.  As I rubbed up her thigh and between her legs, she moaned 
even harder, her hips started wriggling more, and she started reaching 
for my crotch.  I took this to be a good sign.

Her shorts had an elastic waistband, so it was a simple matter for me 
to reach in and slip my hand down between her shorts and her panties 
to caress her.  Her panties were silky to the touch, and were soaked 
through, which created a greater sense of urgency within me.  My cock 
got instantly harder, something I didn't think was possible.  Molly, 
meanwhile, was pulling at the snap of my cutoffs, yanking on my shorts 
until they unsnapped and unzipped in one quick motion.  She snaked her 
fingers through the gap in my shorts and grabbed me.  She held my 
twitching cock tightly, and began to pump her hand up and down on me, 
a purely unconscious reaction on her part to the sensations rolling 
through her.

I started to push her shorts down off her hips, and she apparently 
thought this was an excellent idea, because she did the same with 
mine.  We were getting all tangled up, trying to undress each other, 
so we wordlessly sat up together.  She knelt beside me, pushed me back 
so I was lying back down, and worked my shorts and underwear off.  She 
stared at my cock, pulsing with the beating of my heart, for just a 
moment before laying back herself and lifting up her hips in 
invitation.  I sat up and pulled her shorts down, and then pulled her 
panties off.  I could smell her excitement, and it pulled me toward 
her.  As I leaned down toward her, she put out her hands and stopped 
me.

"Did you bring them?" she said quietly, her eyes shining in the dark.

I nodded, and scrambled over to where my shorts lay crumpled in a pile.
I dug into my pocket and pulled out one of the little foil packets and
tore it open.  My fingers weren't working properly, and I felt a 
little frantic as I took the condom out of the package and tried to 
put it on.

"Come here, I'll do that," she whispered with a giggle.  She sat up, 
her small breasts jiggling provocatively, and knelt down in front of 
me.  I handed her the condom, and had to hold my breath when the 
sensations of what she was doing to me suddenly hit me like a giant 
wave.

Molly grabbed my stalk and pumped me just a little bit.  Drops of pre-
cum oozed from the tip and dribbled down the side and onto her hand.  
She used that moisture to slide her hand up and down my cock, from tip 
to balls, her fingers straying down to explore my sac before grasping 
my length again.  More liquid escaped and coated the head.  Curious, 
she stuck out her tongue and licked it off the sensitive tip.

That was nearly all it took.  I started shaking and gasping.

"M..M..Molly..I..I..don't think.." I stammered.  Panicky, I tried counting 
backwards by fives from one hundred to take my mind off my impending 
climax.  She looked up at me, startled, and stopped what she was doing.
I looked down at her, into that beautiful, pale, slightly freckled 
face, and watched as she savored the taste of my fluids, licking her 
lips and running her teeth across her tongue.  That, by itself, nearly 
brought the crisis back, just watching her.

After a moment, the feeling passed, and she rolled the condom on me 
without too much further excitement.  She lay back down, knees bent 
and legs apart, and held out her arms to me.  I crawled between her 
legs, and put my arms around her as I lay on top of her, conscious of 
keeping my weight on my knees and elbows.  I could feel the heat 
emanating from her pussy through my covered cock, drawing me ever 
closer, like a bee to clover.  I made contact.  Her pussy lips slipped 
open as the tip of my cock touched her, and the flood was released.  I 
could feel, through the latex, the hot moisture from her center as it 
coated me, coaxing me into moving more into her.  I felt the head slip 
into her hole, and she arched and moaned, her head thrown back, at the 
sensation.  Her legs moved around me, and she crossed her ankles on 
the small of my back, opening up her whole cunt to me.

Her flowing oils eased the entry, but she was tight against my cock, 
so tight.  She flexed her legs, moaning continually, trying to pull me 
further into her.  I pushed until I felt the need to relieve the 
pressure, and pulled slowly back out a little.  Then it was back into 
her again.  This time I was about halfway in before I needed to stroke 
out.  I continued this, finding a rhythm, stroke in, stroke out, each 
stroke in a little more penetration than the last, until, finally, I 
felt her pubic hair tickling against mine.  I stopped moving, and we 
both gasped with the sensation of being fully inside her.  I grinned 
down at her, and flexed my cock inside her.  Her eyes opened wider, 
and she smiled, and concentrated on contracting her pussy muscles 
against me, watching my reaction.

My reaction was to very nearly cum in buckets, right then.  I heard 
myself whisper, "Oh, God, oh, God," in a mantra to keep from spouting 
immediately.  I knew, though, that it would be only a matter of a few 
moments before my climax would overcome me.

I pulled slowly out, until just the tip was embedded in her, and then 
I thrust with what energy and force I had left back deep into her.  
Again, and again, and a third time, and I was done.

Molly's eyes were open, but she wasn't seeing anything.   She was 
concentrating on the sensations flowing through her from our point of 
contact, nearly ready to go over the edge herself.  But I was too 
quick, too overwhelmed, too young to know how to pace myself.

I came.  I was deep inside her, as deep as I could get, and her walls 
squeezed and milked me.  Six, seven, eight times I pumped and jetted 
my seed into the latex, until there was no more to be pumped.  The 
well was dry, the boy was finished.  I collapsed on top of her, 
surrendered to the physical exertions.  She remained still, except for 
her hips and legs, which were still clenching me, trying to milk the 
last sensations from our union.

Molly started giving me small, quick kisses on my cheek, my neck, my 
ear.  It got me out of my reverie.  I lifted my head up off her and 
looked into her smiling eyes.

"How're you doing, Molly?" I asked uselessly.

"Pretty darn good, Sean Porter," she replied.  "But you're kind of 
heavy.  Do you mind sliding off for a minute?"

"Okay," I said.  My brain still was not functioning at much more than 
half capacity, it felt like, so I was tracking her a little slowly.  I 
lifted my hips to pull out of her, rolled off, reached down to remove 
the spent condom from my softening cock, and threw it off into the 
woods.  I thought I heard a noise from that direction, but I thought 
it must have been a squirrel angry at our intrusion.  "Did you cum?" I 
asked Molly, turning back to her and reaching for her swollen breast.

She hesitated.  "Um...no, not really," she admitted.  "But I really 
enjoyed it, anyway," she added quickly.

"Hmmm..." I said, looking at her and smiling.  "What can we do about 
this?  I wonder..."

She reached over and gave me a playful slap, and rolled over into my 
arms and gave me a scorching kiss.  I could feel my sleeping cock 
twitch awake, willing to pay attention to whatever Molly wanted.  
Distractedly, I wondered where she learned to kiss like that, since 
she never had a real boyfriend, but very quickly I could not 
concentrate on anything beyond what was being inflicted on me by my 
companion on the blanket.

She was reaching down, snaking her hand between us, to grasp my dick.  
As soon as she touched it, the blood started to flow, and she held it 
in her hand as it grew to nearly its full length.

She stopped kissing me long enough to whisper, "That's pretty amazing, 
how it does that," and returned once more to lock her lips on mine and 
send her tongue in to do battle.  She started stroking me gently, the 
moisture from my ejaculation providing glide.  She dropped her hand 
down to my balls and explored.  She gently squeezed, manipulated, and 
tickled me from my asshole to the base of my now rigid cock, enthralled
at finding something so foreign and yet so attractive to her.

I returned to further explore my own favorite body part, her pert 
breasts with their engorged nipples.  I kneaded them, I hefted them, I 
ran light concentric circles around them until my fingertips 
encountered the distended nubs of her nipples, standing up and begging 
for attention.

Finally I pushed her back again, and lowered my head down to take her 
nipple between my teeth.  She never relinquished her hold on my cock, 
stroking and squeezing me as I suckled on her breast.  I licked her 
breast, leaving a trail of saliva down the mound of her left tit and 
across valley between, and up to the other breast, and continued my 
oral ministrations on that one.  When I felt that I had her 
sufficiently paying attention, I scooted down, planting small kisses 
down her sternum to her belly button as my hand dipped further, 
encountering her wiry, thin patch of reddish pubic hair.  My fingers 
brushed through the hair and encountered the heat and moisture of her 
slit, slipping between her rubbery pussy lips to the folds beneath.  
As my tongue explored the cavity of her navel, my fingers explored the 
cavity of her pussy, two fingers dipping in her flowered opening, 
thumb finding her engorged clit.  Knuckle deep my index and middle 
fingers went in, and I continued licking my way down, through her 
hair, until my tongue discovered the flavor of her oils.

By this time, she stopped contorting herself and finally let go of my 
cock, surrendering to my willingness to impart pleasure.  I studied as 
I had before, doing things to her that caused big reactions, moving on 
to something else when I only created small reactions.  I found out 
she really liked having both fingers in her vagina, stroking slowly 
and gently (one was not enough, I found out, and three was too many).  
She also liked the sensations caused by my tongue flicking against her 
clit.  She went completely over the edge, however, when I inadvertently
did them both at the same time.

"Iiiieeeee!"  She cried out into the night, her orgasm hitting her 
swiftly and unexpectedly.

Then, when that had passed, she grabbed my head and said, "Stop, Sean, 
please.  It's too sensitive right now."  She pulled me up to her, and 
gave me a searing kiss, and then pushed me back.  "Let me see what I 
can do to you now," she said, smiling.  She knelt up and over me, 
grasping my steely cock in her hand.  She watched as, again, pre-cum 
dribbled out and coated the tip, and, like before, she stuck out her 
tongue to lightly taste it.  She was familiar enough with the taste by 
now that she continued bathing my cock with her tongue, holding it 
like an ice cream cone and licking the top.  She looked up at me for 
a moment, and, without breaking eye contact, opened her mouth and 
allowed my cock to slip between her lips.  I groaned at the sensation 
of her tongue and mouth around my prick, and the vision of the 
beautiful Molly O'Toole with my cock in her mouth was nearly enough to 
send me off again.  If I hadn't cum once already a few minutes ago, I 
would have busted my nut into her mouth right then.  I held fast, 
though, and ran my hands through her hair as she concentrated on 
taking as much of me into her mouth as she could.  I could feel her 
tongue rotating around my length as she stroked me in and out from 
between her lips.  Her hand was caressing my balls at the same time 
she was sucking me.  I brushed my hand down her back as she knelt 
there, to her gorgeous ass, and down her crack until I found her 
swollen pussy lips.  I pushed my fingers into her cunt, and she lifted 
off my cock and arched her back, nearly cumming just from that small 
touch.

She turned her hooded eyes toward me and whispered, "Did you bring 
another one?"

I nodded mutely.  She reached over me to my shorts, searching pockets 
until she found her prize.  She tore open the package and took out the 
condom.  She bent back over me, concentrating on rolling it down my 
cock.  She then swung her leg around me, straddling me, and grasped 
my dick with her hand and rubbed it up and down her pussy lips, 
getting the head oily and slippery, before placing the tip inside her 
vagina and sitting down, impaling herself completely in one stroke.  
Almost immediately she started doing her deep knee bends, stroking 
herself up and down, moving me in and out, each stroke moving easier 
and slicker into her.  She was still incredibly tight, but the 
combined moisture flooding from her pussy and the lubrication of the 
condom eased the passage of my sword into her scabbard.  Her perfect 
tits bobbled with her exertions, and I couldn't resist reaching up 
with both hands and fondling them as we fucked.  I squeezed them and 
held them as Molly did all the work, her skin glistening in the soft 
moonlight.  I then simply held my hands still as her body worked up 
and down, and the friction against her nipples, along with the way my 
stem worked against her clit in this position, sent her over the edge 
and into a powerful, overwhelming orgasm.  She opened her mouth to 
scream, but nothing but a rush of air came out.  When she came, the 
walls of her pussy contracted against me, triggering my own climax.  
I pushed up against her instinctively, trying to get as deep into her 
as I could.  When I did that, the base of my cock must have rubbed up 
against her clit again, because she set off again, hunching rapidly up 
and down and gasping for air, nearly in a panic to prolong the extreme 
pleasure that was washing over her.

At last, as I had done before, she collapsed down on top of me in 
exhaustion.  She was sweaty and tired, and her hair was sticking to 
her back and neck.  I softly caressed her back with both hands, trying 
to will away her weariness as she lay comfortably on me.  We were 
still joined together, her legs splayed out to the side.  The pressure 
of her pussy kept me partially hard, but I could feel my cock starting 
to soften within her.  Her breathing eased, and she lifted up her head 
and stared at me for a moment.  She dropped down and softly kissed me 
on the lips, and said, "I really, really liked it like that."

I burst out laughing.  "I could tell," I told her between gasps.  She 
looked at me like I had lost my mind, and then started laughing 
herself as she lifted up her hips.  My well-used cock, now deflated to 
about half its previous size, slipped out of her cunt and landed with 
a soft plop against my belly.  The reservoir of the condom was filled 
nearly to capacity.  I stripped it off and tossed that one into the 
woods, too.  Molly snuggled up next to me, my arm around her shoulder, 
both of us naked and unashamed in the darkness of the clearing.  I 
could feel the softness of her breast as it pressed against my 
ribcage, a feeling I wouldn't mind getting used to.

"Sean?" she asked quietly after a few minutes.

"Molly?" I answered groggily.  My eyelids were getting heavy.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

That snapped my eyes open.  I should have known that the things we had 
done the past two days would lead to this, but I hadn't been expecting 
it to come up right then.  I thought about Kayla, and Jake, and Josh, 
and Kayla again.

"I'll try, Molly.  But I'm not sure I know how," I told her.

She was silent for a moment more.  "That's okay," she said.  "I'm not 
real sure about how to be a girlfriend, either.  But we can try, can't 
we?"

"We can try," I agreed.



(Continued in Chapter 13)

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