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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 38
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CHAPTER 38

Alice looked fantastic. She had lost some weight and the filmy
nightgown she was wearing made her big tits look even bigger. Amy and
I watched as Alice talked with her TV lover and we both agreed that
she looked like a natural. We were commenting about her when I noticed
that Kristen had come into the room and was watching me.
She said, "You used to date that girl, didn't you?"
"Yes, she used to go to our school, remember?"
"I never met her, but one of the girls at school said they saw you
with both her and her sister."
I mumbled something in reply and turned away; then Amy and I watched
the show till the end. After that, I went in and showered.
When I came out, Kristen was on the phone. When she hung up, she
cocked her head and got a curious look on her face. 
She said, "Tomaso says he wants to talk to me. Why don't you guys go
and eat and I'll join you later."
"Did he say what it was about?"

"No, he said he'd tell me when I got there."

So Amy and I met everyone else at the restaurant, and had a leisurely
breakfast. We had finished and were about to leave, when Kristen
showed up.
She was so excited that she could barely sit still when she said, "I
can't believe this! The hotel has hired another magician to fill in
for Mason, but he can't start until Monday. So they hired Tomaso to
work from tonight until Sunday, and he wants me to introduce him and
sing a song or two in every show!"
We were congratulating her and talking excitedly about it, when Mom
said, "Did you talk to your dad about this?"
For a second, Kristen looked surprised that Mom had said it; then she
smiled, took mom's hand, and said, "Yes Mother, I did."
We all laughed; then Amy hugged Kristen, and so did I.
And then she surprised us further by looking at Amy and saying, "They
are actually paying me quite a bit to do this, and they told me I
would need an assistant. Amy, would you be my assistant?
Amy said, "Uhh, well, sure! What would I do?"
"You'd be doing a lot. You would help me with my lines, help me dress,
and generally keep me from going nuts."
Amy was now almost as excited as Kristen. She looked at Mom and Dad,
and asked, "Is it okay?"
They both said it was fine with them, and the girls started talking a
mile a minute.
Just then, Mom's cell phone rang. 
She answered it, but the reception was poor, so she got up and walked
over by a window.
I tried to get Kristen to eat something, but she was too excited.
When Mom came back, Dad asked her if there was a problem.
She had a big grin on her face when she said, "It was Robert. He asked
if we would keep an eye on Kristen for him. He said that as long as
Kristen was using our name, she was our responsibility and we had to
make sure she was okay."
Everyone laughed, but Kristen seemed a little annoyed, and she said,
"For crying out loud! I'm almost nineteen years old!"
Mom put her hand on Kristen's shoulder and said, "He knows dear. He's
been your dad for all nineteen of those years, and he loves you. He
also worries about you and said that you'd probably say you were too
excited to eat, and he told me to forbid you from leaving the table
until you had some breakfast."
I'm not sure that Mr. Mariani had actually said that, but Kristen
grudgingly forced some food down.
We asked what was going to happen today. She informed us that as soon
as breakfast was over, she and Amy were going to meet Tomaso in his
suite and go over the show, and that there were two performances
tonight. One was at Seven o'clock and the other was at Ten.
Dad asked, "Is there just going to be the two of you?"
"No, Tomaso's back-up singers are already here and we'll be using the
hotel orchestra. He ordinarily travels with a small party of helpers,
but everybody except the back-up singers had gone home for the
holidays.
 This was unexpected and he says it might be fun to see if he could do
a few shows without his entourage."
Ben asked, "Would you mind if we came to see the shows?"
"Of course not! I'd like it if you all would be at every show. I'm
going to need your support in case I stink up the place."
We all agreed that there was no way that would happen. As we got up to
leave, Ben mentioned that they were going to rent a car and drive out
to see Hoover Dam, and he asked if I wanted to join them.
Kristen said, "I'll be busy for the rest of the day, and I can't spend
much time with you, but I'd feel better if you were with me."
So Amy and I followed Kristen to Tomaso's suite.
	* *
He greeted us formally when we walked in, but this Tomaso was a
different person than I was used to seeing. Normally, he was perfectly
groomed and impeccably dressed. This man was in shorts and a wrinkled
T-shirt. His hair was tousled and he needed a shave. His normally
tanned complexion was sallow and spotted, and he looked at least ten
years older.
He was in sharp contrast to Lu. She was sitting on a couch with her
legs curled under her. Her hair was in a ponytail that disappeared
behind her, and she was wearing, what I have heard described as a
'handkerchief' dress. She was sitting very still and looked like a
China doll.
Tomaso sat down at a table and the girls joined them. He began talking
rapidly and I grabbed a chair a little ways away, and listened.
But I kept getting the feeling that I was being stared at, and I
glanced over at Lu.
When Lu saw me, she returned my look with that disconcerting stare of
hers and she stood up --
The dress was so thin that you could see right through it and she
wasn't wearing underclothes. Her nipples and areolae were clearly
visible, and so was a thin line of hair directly above her crotch.
She stood motionless, watching me watch her for a minute; then she
walked across to a coffee table, bent slightly, and picked up a
cigarette and lighter.
Her butt was fantastic. When she bent over, I could follow her crack
down and almost make out the swell of her mound from behind.
She came to me with the cigarette in her mouth, handed me the lighter
and said, "Do you mind? I don't want to break a nail."
I stood up and looked down at her. She was so close I could almost
feel her, and I could feel my cock spring to attention. 
I didn't know what to do. It was too late to try to hide the bulge in
my pants, but she never took her eyes off mine as I lit her cigarette.
It was a physical effort for me to turn my head and body back to
Kristen and Amy.
Tomaso was all business. He was showing Kristen how to enter the stage
and where to stand. Then he handed her some notes on what she should
say.
While Kristen was studying the notes, he was talking to Amy about how
to make sure Kristen's dress and hair were just right, and how to hold
the curtain out of the way, so she could make her entrance.
I think he actually spent more time with Amy than he did with Kristen.
I didn't realize it took so much preparation, and how important an
assistant was.
Around one o'clock, room service showed up with a tray of food. Tomaso
made sure the girls ate, saying that things would be busy from now on,
and they needed their strength.
While we were eating, Tomaso said, "The rest of the day will go like
this. Kristen and I will meet with the orchestra and rehearse until a
little past four; then Kristen will go to make-up and wardrobe. Amy
will be with Phil, the stage manager, and they'll talk about where
both of us will stand and perform. He's making up a 'Book' right now
that shows us our positions, and he'll mark them on the floor with
tape."
He looked at Amy and said, "Amy, this is very important. Kristen and I
will be busy getting ready, so it's up to you to know exactly where
we're supposed to be and how we get there. You'll have the book Phil
made in your hand, and you'll repeat our lines to us, as we get ready
to go on stage. We will have already been through it, but I want you
to treat us like little kids, and tell us exactly where we need to be.
We are going to be thinking about our numbers. Especially me. Even
though I've done this a hundred times, every stage is different and I
sometimes forget."
Then he turned to Kristen and said, "We kept your moves simple. When
it's time, Amy will hold the curtain apart and you'll step onto the
stage and go to the spot on the floor where Phil put the tape. They'll
show you where it is during rehearsal. The spotlight will be on you,
so you won't be able to see the audience, but don't squint. As soon as
you get to your spot, stop, count to three, and then introduce me.
"Amy, check out Kristen and make sure she looks okay. When the stage
manager gives you the signal, hold the curtain back. As soon as
Kristen goes through, make sure the curtain closes properly, then come
immediately to me. Check me out and make sure there's not a piece of
toilet paper stuck to my shoe, and my hair isn't sticking straight up.
When Kristen gives the introduction, count to three, pull the curtain
back for me, and then hurry off stage. 
"There's more, and we'll go over it at rehearsal, but just remember
that your main job is to think for us, and make sure we look okay."
Amy had a stunned look on her face!
When Tomaso saw it, he laughed and said, "Don't worry; you'll do
fine."
Kristen gave Amy a reassuring hug and also told her not to worry.
I knew that Kristen had said she had done this before, but I never
realized this much planning was involved. I tried to put myself in her
place, and decided that I never wanted to be a stage performer.
The phone rang and Tomaso answered it. While he was talking, Kristen
came to me and said, "God, I'm excited! This is like a dream come
true. But It looks like you'll be alone for a while. Can I trust you
to behave yourself?"
I grabbed her, hugged her to me, and said, "I'm really happy for you.
I know you're going to be great!"
She returned my hug, kissed me, and went back to Tomaso.
He stood up and said, "C'mon girls, we have to go."
Then he looked at Lu and said, "Lu, could you pick up the things I
asked you about?"
She said, "Of course, Dear." Then she looked at Kristen and said, "I
have to do some shopping for Tomaso at the mall across from the hotel.
Would you mind if I asked Pete to come along and help me carry
things?"
Kristen said, "Oooh, that reminds me. I need some things too," and so
did Amy. So they quickly made a list and gave it to me. Kristen handed
me some money; then the three of them left.
I said to Lu, "It looked like I'm elected. It's going to be cool
today. I'm going to my room and grab a jacket. It'll give you time to
get dressed."
Nearly all of the large hotels in Las Vegas have shopping malls right
inside them. Some look almost like theme parks, with thirty-foot
ceilings that change from day to night every few minutes. Others have
larger than life, fully automated groups of statues that come to life
every hour on the hour and put on a show. But you won't find Sears or
Kmart in these malls. The stores are exclusive and very expensive. If
you want a thousand dollar pair of shoes or a diamond necklace that
costs as much as a nice house, you can find them there.
But there are large "Regular" malls as well, and one was located a
short distance from our hotel.
When I got back to Tomaso's room a few minutes later, I knocked on the
door. Lu answered it wearing leather slacks and a sweater. Her hair
was hanging down again, and she looked beautiful.
I'd only gotten a few feet past the door when she dropped a gold
necklace in my hand and said, "Do you mind?"
I may only be seventeen, but I had seen girls do this before. I
watched the girls at school, especially the pretty ones, give cryptic
instructions to guys and watch them squirm while they tried to figure
out what the girls wanted them to do. It was a control thing, and I
wasn't buying it.
Lu is tall, probably 5' 7" in her stocking feet. She was wearing
heels, but I was still a lot taller, so I walked up very close, held
the necklace in one hand, and slowly put my arms around her neck and
under her hair.
I was very close now, and she was craning her neck to look up at me.
I took the loose end of the necklace in my other hand and just as
slowly brought my hands to the front and hooked the clasp. Then I
dropped my left hand, and still holding the clasp with my right, I
slid it around so the clasp would be hidden by her hair.
I was still standing close to her. Our bodies were almost touching and
I had one arm around her neck.
It was my turn to be intimidating, but it didn't work!

Her coal black eyes bore into me, but there was no expression at all.
I looked for the slightest sign of something, whether lust or fear or
even curiosity. But there was nothing but that cold unblinking stare.
My mind was racing. What was going on behind those eyes?

Then she surprised me by saying, "Are you going to kiss me?"

A chill ran up my spine, but I asked in return, "Do you want me to?"

"Do you think your girlfriend would be upset if she found out?"

"Yes, probably."

For the first time, her expression changed.
One eyebrow raised about an eighth of an inch, and she said, "Well,
you have to make a decision. You can kiss me and see what happens
next, or you can take your arm away. But whatever you decide, do it
quickly; your arm is getting heavy."

Suddenly, I was embarrassed. She was playing with me!
I took my arm away and I was trying to think of a way to apologize,
but before I had a chance, she turned away and put on a leather jacket
that matched her pants, and did something that amazed me.
When she put on the jacket, she put one arm through it; then she bent
to the right so her hair was out of the way and put her other arm in.
Then she adjusted things and shook her head.
Her hair was a cascade of shiny blackness. One quick shake of her
head, and every hair was in place. She slipped on a pair of
sunglasses, and when she turned back to me, I almost gasped. She was
drop-dead gorgeous. She looked like she just stepped out of a
magazine.
She looked at me for a split second; then she started for the door.
I rushed to it, opened it for her, and as she passed me, I somehow got
the courage to say, "You didn't answer me when I asked if you wanted
me to kiss you."
All she said was, "That's right, I didn't."

	* * *

We grabbed a cab and went to the mall.
When we got there, we agreed to meet in one hour. So I went looking
for the things the girls wanted. Kristen wanted a particular shade of
lipstick and some face cream. Amy asked me to pick up one of those
hats that is a bill only and doesn't have a crown, and she also said
if I saw an inexpensive pair of pair of sunglasses that looked nice, I
should get them. And both girls wanted some Las Vegas postcards to
send home.
I found everything the girls wanted. Then I saw some t-shirts that
were the same as I had seen in our hotel, but they cost a third of
what the hotel wanted, so I bought each of us one.
When the hour was up, I returned to the place we'd agreed on, and Lu
was waiting. She said, "Come with me, I want your opinion on
something."
I followed her to the women's department, and she went to a saleslady
and said something. The lady handed her a bright red dress on a
hanger, and I followed her to the side of the room where there were a
bunch of dressing cubicles. They were just little boxes with a curtain
across the opening. She went into one and started taking off her
clothes. She had pulled the curtain closed, but not all the way, and I
could catch glimpses of her as she undressed.
I couldn't really see anything, but it was very sexy, thinking that
this beautiful woman was only a few feet away, and was almost naked. 
I started to get a hard-on again, and I had to 'adjust' myself so it
wouldn't be obvious.
Then she pulled the curtain back and stepped out. I had to blink
twice. The dress was a simple thing with a pleated bottom and a
short-sleeved, low cut top. But, on her, it looked sensational.
Her coloring, with her long, jet-black hair, made the bright red dress
stand out like it was neon rather than cloth. But it was more than
that. It was the total package. She was breathtaking.
I stood there staring at her until she finally said, "I assume you
approve?"
I couldn't even talk for a minute, but finally I was able to squeak
out, "Yes, you are absolutely beautiful."
What happened next, is still is a blur.
I can remember her eyes narrowing, and a look came over her I'll never
forget. It was a wild, almost scary look, and in a flash, she threw
herself against me and kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her body felt
wonderful. It was hard and smooth and when I cupped my hands around
her butt, she ground herself into me.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, she pushed herself away and went
into the cubicle.
I stood there in a daze. It was over so fast that I wasn't sure it had
really happened. Except that I could still feel her lips on mine. And
my cock was so hard that it felt like it would burst through my pants.
When she came out of the dressing room, she acted as though nothing
had happened, and she went to the cash register and paid for the
dress. Then she said, "Is your shopping finished?"
I said, "Yes," and she nodded to the sales lady, who began handing me
packages that were stored behind the counter. Once she had me loaded
like a pack mule, we headed for the door.
Neither of us said a word in the taxi back to the hotel, and by the
time we got there, my mind was a jumble. This was a very hot woman and
I wanted her very badly, but I kept thinking about Kristen, and what
she would do if she found out.
We still hadn't said anything when we got in the elevator, but after
she punched the button for her floor, she turned and looked at me.
As I peered at her between the packages I was burdened with, and into
those coal-black eyes, I looked for something that would tell me what
she was thinking. But, I couldn't see a thing, and that gave me a
strange feeling.
She opened the door, and I went inside and set the packages on the
coffee table. When I turned to look for her, she was standing by the
door, and for the second time today, I saw that wild look on her face.
I tried to tell myself that I was so excited that I wasn't responsible
for my actions. But that's not true. I knew exactly what I was doing
when I went to her.
Kristen briefly crossed my mind, but I quickly put her aside before I
had a chance to consider what this might do to her, and I concentrated
on the woman in front of me.
I don't remember us kissing or taking off our clothes. It was almost a
shock when I realized we were on the couch in the living room and I
was slipping on a condom.
She was cooperative, but almost motionless until I got on top of her.
I pressed myself against her opening and as I began to enter her, I
heard a sharp intake of breath, and a long low moan.
Her eyes were open wide now and her eyebrows were pulled up into a
look of surprise as slid inside her. I felt myself touch bottom, and
her body trembled, so I stopped for a minute.
But as I began to move slowly, she started to respond. Her eyes were
burning into me now, and she clutched me tightly to her I could feel
her fingernails biting into my back.
I started moving faster and she opened her mouth and began making a
guttural noise that sounded like a wild animal. The faster I went, the
louder the noise got, until she was screaming every time I plunged
into her. Loud screams, that I was sure could be heard in the rooms
next door. There was nothing gentle about this. I could feel myself
slamming against her cervix, but she didn't seem to care, and move so
she was meeting my strokes. I don't know how long we went at it, but
when she came, the scream became a shriek that actually hurt my ears,
and her body seemed to convulse. She started shaking violently and
gasping; then she pushed me off her and turned away from me.
I lay still for a while, thinking about what was happening.
I wanted to come, but I couldn't seem to. I was hard as a rock, and
she felt wonderful, but every time I started to get ready, I would
think of Kristen, and the urgency would subside.
Lu turned back to me and looked at my face, then down at my rigid
cock.
She pushed me on my back, got on her knees, and settled herself onto
my cock.
Lu is tall, but her waist and butt are tiny, and I was in her deeper
than before. When I hit bottom, there was at least an inch or two of
me left, and she shuddered and closed her eyes.
She didn't move for a minute, and I had a chance to look at her.
Her skin was beautiful-clear, taut, and almost glowing. Her breasts
were small, but they were well formed and the nipples were placed
high. Right now, they were sticking out, and her areolae were puffy.
Except for her head, her body was almost devoid of hair. There was an
"I" shaped patch directly over her pussy, but nothing anywhere else.
Not even the light fuzz I'd seen on most girls.
The hair on her head was amazing. When she stood up it hung past her
waist, and each hair was thick and shiny. When I was above her on the
bed, it was a mass behind her, and some strands actually hung off the
bed and were touching the floor. Now that she was on top of me, I
could feel it lying across my thighs.
She was sitting with her head back and her eyes closed. The sun was
bright and shown directly on her. I looked for a blemish or a wrinkle,
and I couldn't see one anywhere.
Her mouth was open and I could hear her breathing. Suddenly, she moved
a little and gasped. She got a pained expression on her face, and
pulled back slightly. She had been supporting herself on top of me and
had relaxed a little. My cock was already pressing against her cervix,
and when she relaxed, it went in deeper and it must have hurt her.
I asked, "Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes and looked down at me.
It was like looking at a different person. For the first time since I
met her, she was like a regular girl. The look in her eyes was tender,
and almost loving. I had guessed her age as mid-thirties, but right
now, she looked sixteen.
Her voice was unsteady when she said, "You are a wonderful lover, but
I've never been with a man this big before. Please don't be angry if I
take it kind of slow."
I couldn't believe it. She was worried about making me angry. It was
almost like she was a different person. I suddenly realized that this
beautiful girl was not as aloof or detached as she appeared. The cool,
almost cold exterior was probably a defense wall, and my heart went
out to her.
I pulled myself into a sitting position, and I took her in my arms and
kissed her as tenderly and passionately as I knew how. The kiss lasted
a long time, and towards the end an amazing thing happened.
I was still deep inside her when she suddenly trembled, the walls of
her vagina contracted, and a wash of hot fluid flowed from her as she
came.
We hadn't been moving at all, so the climax must have been because of
the kiss, and it was probably the sexiest thing I was ever a part of.
I pulled back a little. I was still holding her, but I watched her
face.
I can only describe her look as peaceful. Her eyes had been closed.
When she opened them, they glistened as though from tears, and I was
suddenly struck again by how beautiful she was.
The thought of Kristen briefly crossed my mind, but at this moment, I
couldn't think of anyone but this spectacular girl. I even told her. I
said, "Lu, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I want
to make love to you."
She looked surprised, and said, "But I thought we were making lo.."
I silenced her with another kiss. Then I pulled her off me and lay her
on her back.
I kissed her again, and when I pulled back, she was staring at me with
an almost frightened expression.
I reached up and gently closed her eyes, and then I started kissing
her throat, and lightly caressing her nipples. When I first touched
them, she jumped a little, but she soon settled down and began
breathing deeply.
I kissed all around her breasts, and when I finally touched my tongue
to a nipple, she jerked slightly and moaned. I spent a long time on
her breasts, and she seemed to like it a lot. At one point, I tried to
get as much of a breast in my mouth as I could. She began to tremble
and tried to force even more in.
I worked my way to her belly, and I was kissing her stomach and
licking her belly button, when I noticed that her body was getting
very hot. A Sheen of perspiration was forming on her, and if anything,
it made her look even sexier.
I glanced at her hands, and they were both clenched so hard into
fists, that her knuckles were white.
I whispered, "Relax," and I forced her fingers open and kissed her
palms.
She was moaning continually now, and I enjoyed hearing those moans as
I went back to her belly and kissed my way down to her pussy.
Her legs were jammed tightly together, and I began kissing around her
outer lips and trying to gently separate her legs. When I got them far
enough apart, I got between them and started licking her in earnest.
Then I pulled her outer lips apart and plunged my tongue inside her.
When I did, she grabbed a pillow, put it over her mouth and screamed.
Her body was bucking violently now, as she literally tried to fuck my
face. She was holding the pillow over her mouth with one hand and
trying to pull my head closer to her with the other.
At one point, I glanced up at her.
Her body was covered with perspiration and heat was pouring off her.
My tongue and nose were buried so deeply in her that I was having
trouble breathing, so I moved up and took as much of her clit into my
mouth as I could and I started sucking on it and lashing it with my
tongue.
I guess it had been building for a while, because when she came this
time, several things happened. Her body tensed, the pillow became
dislodged, the sound of her shriek filled the room, and the rich taste
of her essence began running from her pussy.
I had noticed before that she had an extremely pleasant smell and
taste, and when she came, the unmistakable taste of a big orgasm was
actually complimented by the odor from before.
A thought crossed my mind.
She had washed or douched with something before we went shopping.
Probably when I went to change clothes. She had known from the
beginning that something like this was going to happen.
I watched her as she settled down. She was still trembling a little,
her eyes were closed, and her head was turned away from me.
Then she turned toward me and opened her eyes.
It was no fragile little girl who looked at me this time. Her eyes
were lust filled, and she grabbed my cock, tore off the condom and
went down on me.
She took as much as she could in her mouth, then with one hand she
began masturbating the rest of me and with the other hand she was
massaging my balls. 
In almost no time, I exploded in her mouth! 
Startled, she pulled back and I continued spurting all over her face
and hair.
I don't remember ever coming that much, and when I finished she was
covered with ropes of sperm, and was trying to wipe some from her
eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door.
Stunned, I sat up and started looking for something to cover us, when
the door burst open and a huge guy stepped in.
The back of the couch was toward him, and all he could see was my
head.
He rushed around the couch and looked down at poor Lu, trying to pick
sperm out of her eye, and stammered, "Oh! I'm uhh, I'm sorry! A maid
said she heard someone screaming," and he backed away and closed the
door behind him.
Our mood was obviously broken, and when I looked at Lu again, I almost
burst out laughing.
This gorgeous girl, who ordinarily looked and moved like an angel, was
covered with sweat, her hair was plastered to her head, one eyelid was
partially stuck closed, and she was picking strands of cum off her
nose and mouth.
She saw me looking at her, and must have realized what she looked
like, because she leaped off the couch and ran down the hallway and
into the bathroom.
I lay back and smiled. I was looking out the window at the beautiful
city of Las Vegas, and I was actually feeling pretty good, until the
enormity of what I had just done hit me.
I had betrayed the girl I was supposed to be in love with!
Thoughts of what happened with Sam ran through my mind, but that
seemed different. Sam was my girlfriend, and Kate was my lover. The
two things seemed separate at the time. I didn't feel like I was
betraying Sam when I was with Kate.
But this was much different. I'm older now, and I should know better.
There was no excuse for this, and the more I thought about it, the
worse I felt.
I didn't see Lu when she came into the room. When I first noticed her,
she was standing by the hallway door, watching me. She was obviously
fresh from the shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was
wearing a terrycloth robe.
I looked at her standing there and I wanted to say something, but I
just couldn't think of anything.
Finally, she said, "The shower is yours."

I nodded and went into the bathroom.
I let the shower run for a long time, hoping that the hot water would
wash away some of the guilt. But I felt just as unhappy, as I was
drying off.
I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me, and as I
passed the bedroom I stopped. Lu was sitting at the dressing table
combing her hair. Her back was to me, but I could see her reflection
in the mirror. Her robe was around her waist, and the sun was shining
on her perfect breasts. She was a picture out of a fantasy magazine.
She was watching me watch her, and continued combing her hair.
The girl is truly magnificent, and in spite of myself, I could feel
myself get hard again. I tried to conjure up a mind's-eye picture of
what she looked like a few minutes ago when she was all sticky and
covered with cum.
I thought I could dispel what I was feeling, but it didn't work. I
could feel the heat building in my body, and even though I know I
shouldn't, I wanted her again.
She stopped combing her hair and turned to me. Her eyes were big as
they met mine, then she looked down.
I did, too, and I saw that my cock had pushed the towel aside, and it
was sticking straight out.
She stood up and the robe fell away. 
Her eyes were on mine again, and they seemed to burrow right into me.
All thoughts of anything but her beautiful body left me, as I stood in
awe looking at her. This wasn't a young, inexperienced girl whom I had
talked into something, or an older woman who wanted me for reasons
that I didn't understand.
She was a stunning, mature woman, and she wanted me for sex.
I knew that I should leave right now. I should run to Kristen and beg
for forgiveness, or I should forget I ever met this woman and keep
quiet about her forever.
But she went to the bed, lay down, and held her arms out to me.
I was on her in a split second, kissing and rubbing myself against
her. All thoughts of anything but her face and body filled my mind,
and it was actually she, who stopped me and insisted that I put on a
condom.
I realized with horror that I had used the only one I brought with me,
but when I told her, she opened the nightstand drawer and handed me
one.
While I was opening it and putting it on, she said, "My God, you're
huge. I've never had anything that big inside me before."
I was pleased, but a little flustered when she said it, and for some
stupid reason I said, "You think I'm big, you ought to see my dad."
She said, "I wondered about that!"
Then she said, "Please be gentle. I'm a little tender inside."
I was almost shaking with anticipation, but I said, "Are you sure you
want to do this?"
"Oh yes --Please," and she pulled me on top of her.
I entered her gently and stopped when I touched bottom. She moaned
quietly and I began to slowly stroke into her. We kept up that pace
for a long time, and when she would feel me getting ready, she would
stop, and I would stay inside her until I calmed down.
One of those times, I asked her, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, this is wonderful."
"Is there something I can do to make it feel better?"
"No, what you're doing is fine. I've always wanted to make love like
this."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because I've never been with anyone who had your stamina." Then she
cocked her head at me and said, "You're young, aren't you?"
I realized that she didn't know how young I was, so I just said, "Oh,
not all that young." And I began moving again.
I don't know how many times she came, but they were all little ones,
and I realized she was pacing herself. But I was starting to get
tired, so I decided to step things up a little.
I pulled out of her and sat up. 
Her eyes had been closed, but they flew open and she got a surprised
look on her face. 
I pulled her to the edge of the bed and turned her over, then I stood
by the side of the bed and entered her pussy from behind. I couldn't
go in as deep that way without hitting bottom, but I was able to reach
around her and rub her clit as we began fucking. 
I'm not sure what happened, but suddenly she changed. 
In no more than three or four strokes she started screaming again, and
in almost no time I could feel her building to a big one. So I stepped
up both the speed that I was sliding into her, and the pressure on her
clit.
When she got ready this time it was unlike any others. She had been
meeting my thrusts and we had formed a sort of rhythm. But suddenly
she became wild and out of synch. She reached around with both hands,
grabbed my waist and tried to pull me deeper into her. Over and over I
could feel myself slamming into her cervix, but she didn't seem to
care.
When she came, she pulled me even closer and shuddered over and over.
My cock was so tight against her cervix it actually hurt me, and I was
worried that I was damaging something inside her. But she wouldn't let
go of me. She was holding onto me so tightly that her arms began to
quiver, so I said, "Lu, please let go; I'm afraid I'm hurting you."
She responded by saying, "No, No, don't leave me!" over and over.
I don't know how long we remained in that position, but she continued
to tremble; then she suddenly let go of me and moved forward a tiny
bit. It lessened the pressure on her insides, and she uttered a ragged
sigh.
My cock was still in her, and she reached behind her and felt it. I
was still hard as a rock, and she moved forward again until it just
eased out of her.
I started to move away, but she screamed, "Stop!"
She still had her hand on my cock and she backed up again and
positioned it against her anus!
My cock was slippery from her juices, but I was worried that I was too
big for her. Still, she kept backing up.
It was so tight that I didn't think there any way I could enter her,
but she just continued pressure until her sphincter relaxed a bit. As
soon as I slipped in a bit, she would back up a little more.
The head finally slipped past the entrance, but she was so tight it
was uncomfortable.
Then I heard a noise and I saw her head shaking. 
I said, "Lu! Are you okay?"
She looked around at me and there were tears streaming down her face.
I started to get off, and she screamed, "No! I must have you in me!"
I was getting scared now, and I lost some of my hard-on. As soon as
she felt it subside, she kept moving back until I was fully inside
her. Then she said, "Please, my darling, don't move."
I was shocked when she said it. Why was she calling me her "darling"?
So much had happened this afternoon that my mind was a jumble. I was
trying to sort things out in my mind, and for a few seconds, I think I
actually forgot where I was. But then she began moving.
It wasn't as much about sex as it was about how bizarre this was, but
my hard-on started to return. 
I was all the way in her now and her butt was pressed against my
belly. When I got fully hard I began to move again, and she started
chanting, "Oh God," over and over.
I'm not sure how long this went on, but she became a madwoman. She was
grunting and throwing herself around and even though I suspected this
must be hurting, she put both hands behind her and tried to pull me
even deeper into her. She pulled so hard I could feel her nails
digging into me.
It actually felt good, but I still couldn't come!
After a while I was getting tired and I guess her passage was getting
dry, because the condom was starting to drag and wear on the head of
my cock. I knew if I kept this up, it was going to get sore, and my
hard-on started to go away. So, for the first time in my life, I faked
an orgasm!
I slammed into her extra hard a few times, and jerked around a bit,
then I fell back out of her. I guess I convinced her, because she
groaned loudly and collapsed onto the bed.
I looked down at my cock. 
It was red and swollen, but the skin didn't appear to be broken. Then
I realized that the condom was missing!
I panicked a little and started looking around; then I saw it dangling
out of her butt.
I touched her, and called her name, but she seemed to be asleep. So I
pulled the condom out. It seemed intact, but I could see smears of
blood on it. I immediately thought of Sylvia, and I shook Lu slightly
to see if she was all right.
She was lying face down and she reached up, touched my hand, and said,
"Jun, my darling. I love you."

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