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From: "Joris Huysmans" <jkhuysmans@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} What Lana Taught Me Pt. 5 (mf, mm, BBW)
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 17:10:06 -0400
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[Hey, thanks for the letters, and giving me the encouragement to go on.  
Thanks for all the offers to refinance my mortgage, too that have arrived in 
my Hotmail account, too, I always find my banking relationships via porn 
newsgroups.  This is part 5.  So far, the narrator has gotten the hots for 
his BBW upstairs neighbor, and been introduced to a threesome with her 
husband, all stuff you really ought to read 1, 2, 3 and 4 for.  Now it's 
morning.]

"I think it's time you had a girlfriend," Lana said at breakfast.

I wasn't sure how to answer that.  It was true that I couldn't exactly claim 
Lana as my girlfriend, not with her husband sitting at the table.  But 
having licked her pussy, sucked her husband's cock in tandem with her, and 
fucked her while he was inside her too, it seemed to me that I wasn't 
entirely without female company, either.

"Yeah, it's one thing to swing with us," Bart said, "but you need to get 
yourself a girlfriend your own age.  That you can go to, you know--"

"Malt shops and sock hops, gramps?" Lana suggested, propping one leg up so 
that I could see her big jiggly thigh all the way up to the curly red hairs.

"You know what I mean," Bart said.  "Go to the movies, feel her up, 
whatever."

"Well, I was thinking of asking that Cindy at work--"

"What are you waiting for?" Lana said, leaning back further, her big round 
tits flopping to either side under her sheer white chiffon nightie.  One 
hand dropped into her lap and seemed to idly scratch an itch.

"I don't know if she'd want to go out with me--" I said, lamely.

"There's a really easy way to find out," Lana said.

"Girls are drying for guys to ask them out," Bart said.  "Even if she says 
no, she'll be flattered--"

"The stuck up little bitch," Lana said.  "But she won't say no.  And if she 
does, I'll call her and tell her how well you eat pussy," she added, and by 
now she was definitely rubbing herself, her big round ass grinding back into 
the chair.

"And then maybe you can bring her back here to meet your best friends," Bart 
said.


"I had a really good time," Cindy said, as we sat side by side on swings at 
the playground down the street.  Bart and Lana were right; she was happy to 
go out with me, she'd been waiting for me to ask, and now it was the end of 
our first date, and I had no idea what to do.  So I moved my swing over, and 
tried to kiss her.

She kissed back, for a moment, and then moved away.  Sitting in swings, I 
couldn't get any closer without getting up.  "I really like you, Ricky," she 
said.  "But I don't want to rush things."

"I'm not trying to rush anything," I said, a bit desperately since of course 
that's exactly what I was doing.  "But I really like you, too, and I'd 
really like to kiss you for a minute."

It was an incredibly dorky thing to say, but somehow setting a time limit 
made it okay.  She got up from the swing and we went over to a little shaded 
area, not too visible from the street (but not completely secluded either), 
and sat down.

"I had a really bad experience once," Cindy said.

"What?" I wondered, and all kinds of awful things flashed through my 
mind--rape, incest, abortion.

"Just a relationship that--that went badly.  Because he wanted me to do 
things that I wasn't ready to do."

Again, my lurid porn-fired imagination took over, and I tried to imagine 
sweet Cindy in S&M gear or something.  "Like what?"

She shuddered at the memory.  "He wanted me to... do it with him.  And I just 
wasn't ready for that.  And other things... to him.  I don't want to feel that 
kind of pressure from you."

Don't sit in my lap and you won't feel the pressure, I thought.  "I don't 
want to do anything you don't want to do," I lied.  "But I really like you 
and I'd really like to kiss you."

"I want to kiss you, too, Ricky," she said, and closed her eyes.  I leaned 
forward and our lips met, and we kissed on the outside for a moment before I 
let my tongue slowly travel to her mouth.  It met hers, but for the moment 
she didn't seem to want to let it go any further.

I put my hand around her waist, aiming for that neutral area above the hips, 
but apparently not quite high enough, because she soon moved my hand up an 
inch or two.  Now I felt her tongue relax a little and I let mine travel in 
a little further.  She seemed okay with that, so now I let my leg rest 
against hers.  She let me do that, too, but her knees stayed tightly 
together.  It was interesting now to be making out (however timidly) with 
someone who was as petite and bony as Lana was full-figured and womanly.

We kissed like this for a moment but my efforts to go further were resisted 
at every turn--my hands moved up a little and her elbow clamped down along 
her side, I stuck my tongue in further and I found myself kissing her ear, 
which wasn't all bad as I nuzzled her neck and she moaned softly.  Then, 
suddenly, she stood up.

"I think it's time to go," she said.  "We should go out again," she added.

"Uh, sure," I said, trying to hide the tentpole in my pants.


Bart answered the door with his shirt off and a beer in his hand.  "Hey, 
tiger, did you get any?"

"Are you kidding," I said, as he let me in and reached for a beer for me.  
"We, uh, kissed a little, but that was all."

"Well, kid, the chase is half the fun," he said.  "At least, it is till you 
catch them, then the fucking is all the fun.  So you must be having a 
serious case of the blue balls, all making out and no relief," he said.

I shrugged, a little embarrassedly.  "We'll see what we can do about that," 
he said, and sat down next to me on the couch, rubbing my crotch as my cock 
rapidly grew again.

"Is Lana here?"

"It's girl's night out," he said.  "And boy's night in, if you're willing 
and you'd like to do something about those blue balls of yours," he said, 
reaching into my fly and pulling out a hard and until now, rather ignored 
cock, and dropping to his knees to put it in his mouth.




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