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From: "MikeC" <MikeC@NoSpam.nspace.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (new) SATURDAY (A Story by NightHawk)
Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 17:10:02 -0400
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July 18, 2003

Dear reader,

I know that there are a few people out there who enjoy the Kelly series and
you haven't seen a chapter in quite a while.
   Well, life sometimes sucks and we get caught up in a mess that we have
trouble getting out of without help.
   Mike had a few personal and work related problems and as regular readers
know, Mike and I share a common time line for our stories.
   Maybe I should have been more sympathetic to Mike's situation but instead
I kept on writing Kelly until I hit a date where Kelly and the James series
must be released at the same time.  Mike has more characters and situations
to clear up before our characters can go on to lead their own lives.
   Since I still have to wait for a few more chapters from Mike before the
Grand Opening where all the players will gather, I decided to see if I could
still write erotic literature.

This isn't a Kelly story so don't get the characters confused.
   I do hope you will like it and let me know if you want other short
stories from time to time.

And finally a reminder to those who are not in the know yet:  The James
World characters now have their own mailing list.  This is a great way to
see when new chapters will be released and to be kept in the know about plot
developments and future plans.  Just drop Mike a line at MikeC@Nspace.net
and get yourself added.

Peace
NH

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S*A*T*U*R*D*A*Y
A short story by Night Hawk
Archived at <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MikeC/James>
and in zip'd format <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MikeC/JAMES>

Coerced out of retirement by "Mike C" and his James World series.
Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk


     It started out to be the perfect Saturday.  The sun was breaking
through the morning clouds with a promise do drive the predicted rain away,
and I had just waved goodbye to my wife Linda as she rode off on the
"Shopper's Special."

     It's a service the local travel agency put together for the women of
our town who want to take day trips to the big malls in the US.  I knew that
Linda would enjoy herself, and I planned to do the same.

     Living in a small town in Ontario has its drawbacks.  There are about
4,000 people living here on a good day.  We actually change the population
sign when somebody has a baby!

     Most of us work in a town forty miles away.  It's not much bigger than
our little town, but it boasts an industrial base of high tech electronic
plants and precision tool shops that keep over 6,000 people employed.  Since
that town only has a population of 11,000 most of the workers commute in.
It's not even big enough to have a Wal-Mart.  But it's a small price to pay
for the luxury of living on the lake in new houses that we could never
afford in the cities.

     We have our coffee shops, a good grocery store, a damn fine English
Pub, and a couple of decent restaurants, but for shopping... the kind that
women like to do, you need to travel.  That's why the travel agency started
these day trips to Port Huron, Michigan.  It's a two-hour ride if there
aren't any tie-ups at the Bluewater Bridge, and the smart retailers built
big malls just ten minutes inside the US border.  Yeah, the exchange rate
sucks, but those of us who live here make a good living.  The once a month
trip was a treat for Linda.  She's a teacher at the elementary school here
in town and rarely gets out of town.  Sometimes we make the trip on our own
and have dinner and catch a live show or a concert, but those times are
rare.  After working all week, I kind of like staying at home.  The fishing
is great, we've got our own little boat, and along with 150 channels on the
satellite, I don't want for much.

     So at 8:00 a.m., I kissed Linda goodbye and watched as the bus pulled
out.  I now had 16 hours to call my own.

     I planned on cutting the grass, putter in the garden for a bit, grab a
nap and then head over to the Pub to watch the big game on their giant
screen TV.

     Things didn't quite work out as I planned though.

     Shortly after I got home it started to spit.  Now I didn't mind that I
didn't have to cut the grass, usually I have one of the local kids do it for
me anyway, but the game wasn't going to start for another six hours, (an
English soccer match of course).

     I flicked through all the stations on the tube for a while but all I
found was Saturday morning cartoons.  You'd think that with 150 channels I
could find something to watch, but I wasn't in the mood for a Biography or
Discovery channel rerun and all the movies on the specialty channels were
repeats of stuff I had watched in the weeks before.  I was starting to get
restless.

     I checked the computer to see if there were any new jokes from my
online pals, but I guess they had better things to do on a Saturday morning.
I didn't feel like surfing so I shut the machine off and started to prowl
through the house.

     Finally I decided to go through some boxes I had in storage in the
basement and dig out some skin mags I used to collect before Linda and I had
gotten married.  I hadn't seen any of those pictures in over six years and
felt it was time to revisit some of my favorite fantasies and maybe do some
window-shopping.  It had been a long time since I had gazed at the beauties
between those sheets!

     Half an hour later, I was back in the kitchen with an arm full of
high-class glossy mags.  I made myself a mug of cappuccino, the perfect
drink for a wet Saturday morning and moved to the enclosed sunroom we had
built onto the kitchen.  Linda liked to call it our breakfast nook with a
view, to me it was just a screened in patio deck that needed storm windows
half of the year.  But to be honest, from early spring to late fall it was a
really comfortable place to relax.  I had a perfect view of the lake,
watched the rain pick up in intensity and parked myself in a big old wicker
chair with the thick cushions.  You know the ones I mean.  Built more like a
big cup than a chair.  You can sink into one of those real easy.

     Memories came rushing back fast as I opened the first magazine.  My
cock throbbed with increasing lust as I turned each page.  In my younger
days I had bought magazines that were devoted to baring big busts.  That was
my one downfall.  I was addicted to big tits!  Really truly addicted.  I
loved them!  Linda was the perfect wife for me in a lot of ways, but even
though she has a decent set of lungs on her, 38C, she just can't compare to
the D and double D beauties in my fantasies.  Her best friend Cathy can, but
Cathy is such a fucking prude she was only a Kleenex Climax in my daydreams.

     I don't know why Cathy disliked me, but she avoided coming over
whenever I was home.  She taught at the same school Linda did, and the two
of them did nearly everything together.  But she rarely came if she knew I
was going to be home.  It's not like I had ever tried putting any moves on
her or anything, and I never stared, at least not consciously.  I always
figured it was just because she thought she was superior to a hands-on
working stiff like me, her with her university education.  Screw the fact I
had put in three years of college and another four as an apprentice before I
had started climbing the ladder at the plant where I was now the foreman of
the skilled trades department.

     Anyways, that was a pair that I knew I would never get my hands on.  It
pissed me off though that she thought she was something special.  The girls
in the magazines had the same stuff I lusted after and they didn't mind
showing their goodies!

     I was really starting to get turned on now, skimming the pages of buxom
babes.  I spread the mags out on the coffee table beside me and undid my
jeans to let my prick spring free from its uncomfortable position.  Within
minutes, I was turning pages with one hand while the other was gently
stroking my shaft.  The rain was really pouring down now, with flashes of
lightning filling the skies.  It felt so great stroking my cock while I
dreamt of molesting the tits in the pictures that I almost didn't hear the
doorbell.

     "Now who in the hell could that be?" I thought.  I was so pissed off
that I didn't bother putting the magazines away, figuring it was just some
religious nut wanting to convert me.  We have a lot of them down here, and
they think that just because it's raining you'll feel obliged to let them
in.  I was going to have news for this joker though.  I tucked my cock back
into my jeans and headed to the door.

     Was I ever surprised to see Cathy standing there.  She was soaking wet
and I could see her bra through the wet white fabric of her blouse.  I let
her in and told her that Linda had gone shopping for the day.  "Damn", she
said, and asked if she could dry off and wait for the rain to stop since she
had started out walking before the rain had started.  The houses are a bit
far apart in this neighborhood.  Great if you're into walking for exercise,
even better for privacy, so I could see how she, as a fitness buff might
have been walking towards town when it had started to rain.

     I told her I would be glad to give her a ride home after her clothes
were dry, if she wanted to throw them in the dryer.  For a change she was
quite civil with me.  Damn near friendly, and she gladly accepted my offer.
We had been talking while we made our way back to the kitchen, and I ducked
down the hall, grabbed one of Linda's big fluffy housecoats and some clean
towels.  I had forgotten all about the magazines spread out all over the
sunroom.  Cathy had spotted them of course, and gave me a funny sideways
glance as I handed her the robe and towels.  I stammered out something,
trying to think of an excuse, but the words just wouldn't come.  Even though
I was embarrassed getting caught with all of these pictures of big busted
women, my cock kept twitching because Cathy could put a lot of these girls
to shame.  I was having difficulty concentrating on Cathy's eyes when I
spoke to her because her wet blouse clung to her like a second skin and her
boobs were rising with every breath she took.  The cold rain had turned her
nipples into small missiles, and they were threatening to poke right out of
her lacy bra.  And they were jiggling as she tried to dry her hair!

     I told Cathy that I didn't want to be responsible for her catching a
cold and suggested she use the guest room with its attached bathroom and
take a hot shower while I fixed her a coffee.  She seemed a bit hesitant at
first but finally saw that what I said made sense.  A few minutes later I
had all of the magazines safely put away and the kettle boiling.

     Cathy called to me from the guest room and asked if I would take her
wet clothes out and put them in the laundry room until she could put them in
the dryer because she didn't want them dripping all over the floor.  She
handed me her clothes from behind the door, being ever so modest.

     What she didn't realize, at least I don't think she did, was that I
could see all of her charms courtesy of the big antique dressing mirror that
stood in the corner of the room!

     Five foot three of pure woman!  Natural blond too I might add.  I would
guess her weight at about 140 pounds but I couldn't be sure, her jugs alone
must have weighed a good ten pounds each.

     Her wet hair clung in little ringlets to the back of her milk white
neck, and, from what I could see, her delicious ass cheeks had dimples.

     I took her clothes, she closed the door and a minute later I could hear
the water running.  My cock was aching now, throbbing with excitement for
the beautiful body I had just seen.  I really didn't get too good a look at
her big tits since she had been facing the door when she handed me her
clothes.  I went downstairs to the basement laundry room and started to
spread her wet things out when I realized that she had handed me all of her
clothes!

     I quickly draped her blouse and slacks and her socks on this folding
rack Linda likes to use to prevent wrinkles. It was then that I did
something I had never done before in my life.  I lovingly fingered her lacy
bra with one hand while I held the crotch of her panties under my nose with
the other.

     I could smell her cunt juices in the dampness of her silky drawers, and
my cock threatened to explode.  I realized that this was a once in a
lifetime opportunity, so I quickly undid my jeans and wrapped her panties
around my throbbing prick.  As I raised her bra to my nose I noticed the tag
inside.  40-DD! That was nearly enough to make me cum right there!  Just
another couple of swift strokes and I would blow my load!

     "Wally, you fucking pervert!"  Cathy yelled.

     I turned automatically towards the door, still pulling on my shaft.
Cathy was standing there wrapped in a big towel.  I couldn't prevent what
was happening to me now.  My cock twitched and great gobs of thick white
cream burst forth and splattered against her legs.

     Burst after burst flew out of me creating a puddle at her feet.  Cathy,
all embarrassed, raced up the stairs.  I started after her but then a crash
of thunder shook the house and all the lights went out.

     I slowly made my way out of the laundry room and up the stairs.  It was
nearly as dark as midnight except there was no moon.  The storm clouds were
so thick all daylight was gone and I had to make my way by the intermittent
flashes of lightning, and that's how I found Cathy sitting in the dark at
the kitchen table.  I was glad that the lights were off so she couldn't see
how embarrassed I was.  I didn't say anything because I couldn't think of
what I could say to explain my actions.

     Finally Cathy asked if the kettle had been hot enough to make coffee.
I remembered we kept a candle on top of the fridge for these kinds of
emergencies, and after fumbling with the matches, managed to light it and in
silence made Cathy her coffee.  I put it down in front of her and said that
I was sorry for being such a jerk.  She just shook her head though and then
started to laugh.

     "You should have seen your face Wally," she said, and then she started
to laugh harder.  I started to laugh too, thinking of how silly it must have
looked to Cathy, seeing a thirty year old man jacking off into her panties.
I was glad she wasn't mad at me anymore.  After a bit, Cathy got serious and
asked me why I had done it.  I told her how long I had been fantasizing
about her body, but thought that I would never get the chance to touch it
and that I couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

     "Tell me Wally", she said, "Is it my body you desire, or are you just
hung up on big boobs?"  I told her truthfully that I really admired her
figure but that big boobs were my passion.

     "Thank you for being honest Wally," she said.  "Nearly every guy I've
ever met has lied to me about that.  I know I've got big tits," she hefted
them through the towel.  "I'm 26.  You know why I'm still single?"

     I shook my head.

     "I get asked out on dates enough, but they don't waste any time asking
if they can tittie fuck me.  Hell... It's not that I would mind, I mean my
nipples are really sensitive and I love for a guy to suckle on my boobs, but
they never see me for more than a pair of tits.  I'm not stupid!" she was
getting agitated.  "I have thoughts and opinions and I'd like to be seen for
more than a good time."

     "Is that why you avoid coming around when I'm home?" I asked her.

     She hung her head.  "Yeah, I'm sorry about that Wally, but with Linda I
can talk about things and ideas.  I guess I just figured if you were here
all you would think about would be the same as the other guys."

     "Hell Cathy," I said.  "I know you're smart.  You didn't get to be a
teacher because of your bust, but I won't deny that I've thought about
slipping my dick between those two mounds of joy myself!"

     She laughed at that.  "Well at least you realize there's more to me
than my tits.  And I don't mind the thoughts.  Hell, I wouldn't even mind
letting you do it, as long as I get something out of it."

     "What do you mean?" I asked, my cock and brain instantly paying full
attention.

     "The few guys I've gone that far with, they think that I get as much
pleasure out of that as they do and they don't bother taking care of my
needs or desires," she said.

     "And what are those?" I asked her.

     Even with just the candle for light I thought I could see her blush.

     "I love to have my pussy licked.  Not just kissed a couple of times but
really truly licked and sucked until I come.  So far no guy has ever
bothered to spend more than a few minutes down there."

     "That's their loss," I said, and I meant it.  "There's nothing like
making a woman come with just your tongue," I added, "and maybe a well
placed finger at the right moment!"

     She thought about that for a minute then said she'd consider letting me
tit fuck her!

     Damn!  I sure was wrong about Cathy being a prude!

     Then she told me if I could make her cum with my tongue then she would
let me fuck her tits!

     Without another word, I dropped to my knees in front of her and slowly
pulled the towel away.

     Cathy had other ideas however and cleared the table off and sat on it.
She told me that if I was going to eat that it should be at the table and
not on the floor.  I took my cue from Cathy and pulled up a chair so that I
was sitting directly in front of her snatch.  She put her feet on my
shoulders and spread her legs wide.  I could feel the heat coming off her
now wet pussy and I was determined to give her the best climax of her life.

     I started out very slowly, gently blowing air on her soft blond pubic
hair.  Then I nibbled at the insides of her thighs until she was grabbing my
head and pulling it towards her dripping gash.  Her juices were flowing
freely now as I slid my tongue up from the crack of her ass to the top of
her clit.  Long slow strokes I made with my tongue, parting the silky fleece
and jabbing at her swollen nubbin.  I let my hands roam across her flat
belly until I found her big delectable boobs.  With my tongue doing aerobics
in her snatch, I traced circles around her hard nips with my fingers.  Her
breath started to come in gasps now as I continued to drive my tongue into
her steamy gash.  I pulled on her erect nipples as she thrashed about.  Just
as she was getting close to cumming, I took three fingers and drove them
deep into her hot box.  She started to hump my hand with wild abandon now so
I took my other hand, lubricated a finger in her juicy gash and just when I
thought she was ready to explode, I buried it up to the hilt in her back
door!

     I thought for sure the whole town would hear her scream of ecstasy!

     Her hands pulled at my hair as wave after wave of intense pleasure
overcame her.  My face felt like someone had turned a hose on it!  Her
nectar was spraying all over me, and I was having trouble licking it all up!
Her ass bucked up off the table forcing my face even deeper into her wet
cunt!  Finally, with soft animal cries whimpering in her throat she calmed
down.

     It took Cathy another ten minutes before she had relaxed enough to
speak.

     "Damn, that was good" she said.  "After we take care of you, we'll have
to do it again!"  Saying that, she swung off the table and sat down in the
chair.  She damn near tore my jeans off in her hurry to get to my cock.  She
gave it a quick kiss then pulled it forward so that it was nestled between
her flesh valley.  I started to slide my cock back and forth between those
big boobs but she said that she wanted to do all the work.  She hefted a
gigantic mam in each hand and started to jack my shaft with her huge globes,
playing with her nipples as she did.  So I leaned back against the table and
let her take control.  I was in heaven!

     Soft firm tit flesh had me encased and I was fast approaching climax.
My balls tightened, and my cock head was turning fiery red when Cathy leaned
forward and slipped her hot mouth over my cock head.  That did it for me!
Gobs of hot cum erupted from my shaft and raced into her mouth.  She
swallowed every drop too!  Finally, as my orgasm started to subside she took
a hard nipple and pushed it against my prick slit, sliding her little
missile back and forth in my love lotion.  Then the lights came back on.

     Needless to say, I never made it to the Pub.  Cathy and I spent most of
the day fucking and sucking, until it was nearly time for me to pick up
Linda.  Just as I was dropping Cathy off she turned to me and said, "Are you
going to tell Linda what happened?"

     I said, "No, are you?"

     Then she surprised me and said: "It all depends Wally.  Are you going
to invite me over for a repeat performance next time Linda goes shopping?"

     I promised I would.

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A short story by Night Hawk
Archived at <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MikeC/James>
and in zip'd format <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MikeC/JAMES>
Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk

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