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Subject: {ASSM} Glasage et Noir Chapter 11
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 18:10:04 -0500
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Let The Joyous News Be Spread
The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

(With apologies to Frank L! lol)

All that is herein contained is not for the consumption of those under
the legal age to be in possession of Adult Material or Materiel in any
wise, guise, and shape or form in any region, municipality, county,
state or nation. If you is not of proper age or legal station, then
you should oughta not be a readin' this here!!!

This Work Copyright  (C) Khanundrum 2003

Chapter 11 (Please, excuse the lamentable time-lapse between chapters?
Real life sure do make it tuff to keep to a skedjool!!! lol)
 

("I'm gonna wait

   Till the Midnite hour

     That's when my love comes tumblin' down

       I'm gonna wait till the Midnite hour

        When there's no one else around")

I was just about to pass through the doorway to the other bedroom when
it occurred to me to check on Chris. I stopped and turned to look; he
was obviously sleeping peacefully in the big overstuffed chair, and
Crys had done a good job of covering him with the blanket from
Carrie's room.

 From around the corner I heard Crys say, "Chef-Boy, where did you go?"
There was laughter in her voice as she said it, and I was quick to
move through the doorway and turn into the bedroom.

What I saw next caused me to stop in my tracks and catch my breath.

Crys had lain down on a double sized bed with her head on a couple of
pillows and her knees up and to either side. Her hands were cupping
her breasts, kneading them softly and her eyes were staring straight
into mine. Her pussy was wide open and seemed to be staring at me as
well. There was a very fine smattering of hair on her mound and her
lips were bare. Her clit was protruding and was big enough to easily
grip with my lips, which is the first thing I thought to do.

I stepped toward the bed, slowly sinking down to my knees as I reached
the end closest to me.

I knelt very still, transfixed by the beauty before me.

I heard Crys give a small moan, as she had not stopped her gentle
massage of her breasts.

I looked up, away from her cleft and into her eyes.

A powerful sense of need came over me, and I recognized it as one of
affection, not lust.

"I..." I haltingly spoke. "I.. I never thought we would ever have such
a day like this, Crys." She moaned again, and in a very husky voice,
asked, "Is it as good as you thought it would be, Arthur?" Her hands
didn't pause as she spoke, and I moved my hands to grasp and caress
her hips as she asked her question.

`..as good as I thought...' hit hard.

In one of those moments where time seems to stand still, hundreds of
mental images flashed passed my mind's eye, each one representative of
the many moments Crys and I had spent in one another's company. My
feelings toward her had always been what I felt toward a sister,
toward a very close friend.

NOT what I felt toward a lover.

In that gestalt was a component; I recognized that component as
respect. I had always had the utmost respect for my friend Crys, and
it was good to be reminded of that in this current circumstance.

"Crys, it is so much better.." I said, not able to complete the
thought because my throat suddenly thickened, as my eyes got full of
water. My emotions had crept up on me, and I was completely unprepared
for what my heart was revealing to the both of us. I couldn't finish
my statement.

As I looked down, squeezing my eyes to try to clear them, Crys sprang
forward to pull me into an embrace. Her arms went around my neck, and
she pulled herself hard against me, grinding us together. She started
raining kisses on my face and neck.

"Oh, Arthur! Sugar, I just love you!" she cried. I could feel her
tears before I saw them, the wetness of them spread further around by
her kisses.

Her lips found mine and I held her fast in a searing kiss. I could
feel heat coming from her pussy, it being up tight against my stomach.
Crys was moaning non-stop now, and I think I was as well.

Crys pulled away and moved back from me, not letting go of me as she
pulled me by the hand after her. I let myself be led onto the bed,
coming to rest between her legs, our lips resuming our kiss.

"Chef-Boy, please, please fuck me!" she said, as she reached between
us to grasp my erection and pull it toward her hole.

I stopped.

Bad habit, I know! lol

Just the same, it is my nature.

I looked into her eyes, and she was breathing heavy as she looked back
at me, a question in her eyes.

I smiled.

"I don't ever want to forget this moment, Crys. I want it to be easy
to remember until memory is gone", I said.

Her smile could have lit up the town for a mile around. Her face
softened, though her breathing was labored. "Arthur, I love you too,"
she said. "Always have. Always will!" Her hand on my cock resumed
pulling me toward the goal.

I let Crys control the action. As my cock entered her, I told her, "I
love you, Crys!"

For answer, she grunted as my cock bottomed out in her, my pubic bone
mashing her clit as I wiggled my hips from side to side. The feeling
of being in her to the hilt was almost enough to send me over. I held
still for a moment, seeking control. As I waited, I felt the moment
pass.

Crys was squirming under me, doing her best to fuck up at me as I held
still. When I felt in control again, I began long stroking in and out
of her. I could feel her heat rising as she moved further along toward
orgasm. Her moaning turned into soft cries. Her soft cries turned into
sharp, measured yelps of pleasure. I could feel myself starting to
tickle as my own orgasm began.

Crys started yelling," Ahhhh! Aiiiiie! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhhhhhh!" and her
pussy started to spasm on my cock. I felt my come start way back of my
balls, and it seemed like a Mack truck was making the delivery.

I roared.

With the first shot of sperm, Crys bucked up against me hard enough to
make a slapping sound. With each successive spurt, she grunted and
bucked again. After the fifth or sixth of these, she just lay back on
the bed, completely spent, her arms and legs splayed out in complete
surrender to the aftermath.

I lay over her, almost but not quite resting my full weight atop of
her. I held myself up on my elbows, just enough so that I could be
sure I wasn't smothering her.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes. When I started to retreat,
she opened her eyes, locking them on mine and said, "Oh, Arthur. How
come we never did that before, Sugar?" Her smile was at least a
thousand watts.

I stopped moving. Her question surprised me. 

"I don't know," I said, "it never occurred to me to ask?" I finished
my statement with a question because I was sharing my thoughts as they
came to me. The kind of relationship that Crys and I enjoyed had never
seemed to have enough space in it for this kind of closeness. She
always seemed to be very focused elsewhere when it came to romance. I
could not then recall a time when she had ever seemed `available' to
me.

Besides, for almost as long as I had known her, she had been my
roomies `sometime girlfriend'; it would never have seemed right to
horn in on his territory. And I very much considered Crys to be `his
territory'.

Crys regarded me with her usual penetrating gaze. I could see wheels
turning, but had no clue what she might be thinking.

She didn't leave me in mystery very long.

"Arthur, Honey. I don't know, either! Oh, I wish I could tell you the
number of times I tried to make it plain to you that you only needed
to ask, and I would have tripped you and beat you to the floor!" she
said, and then laughed!

"You should see your face right now, Chef-Boy! It is priceless!" she
said, laughing hard enough that I could feel her belly bouncing with
the force of her mirth.

I was feeling like I think Dorothy must have felt as she was told,
"Just tap your heels three times..."

Homer Simpson says it best, "Doh!"

`...only needed to ask..' was stuck in my head like some kind of sound
bite loop. I felt like I'd been pole axed. Mentally, that is.
Physically, I felt like I'd just had a world class fuck.

My genius reared its ugly head.

"'Only needed to ask'?" I repeated.

This tipped Crys over into further laughter. She had her hands on
either side of my face, and she'd put her legs around my midsection
again.

"Oh, Arthur! I wasn't ever gonna just come onto you, y'know! You
always seemed to have someone you were seeing, and I could never be
sure that you would be interested in me that way!" she said.

`That way'!

I just stared, my jaw dropped open, which only caused her to giggle
some more.

She pulled hard against me with her legs, causing our genitals to rub.
I automatically started sliding my soft cock against her still
drenched lips, which caused Crys to stop laughing and match my motion.
All the while, she never took her eyes from my face.

"I've actually had dreams about being with you, just like this,
Sugar", she said. "I just never had the courage to come right out and
put the question to you, y'know? All the time I've known you, you've
been pretty well tied up." I thought of the women I'd been involved
with since meeting Crystal; there had been only three, but each one
was an "item" with me for at least several months. Crys had been aware
of each one, because we would see each other around town.

My cock was hardening. Crys noticed, and her movement made it plain
that she was happy to feel the stiffness.

I told her, "I have wanted to do this," as I put the head of my cock
just between her pussy lips, "since the very first moment I laid eyes
on you." Crystal moaned, moving her hips up to drive me deeper into
her pussy.

"Oh, Sugar! I'm sure glad we've gotten to this before another day went
by", Crys said. She emphasized her words by grinding her hips against
me.

("When you move in

     Right up close to me,

       That's when I get

          The shakes all over me")

I could feel a quiver run down my spine as Crys ran her hands over my
face and around my head. Our bodies were on automatic, grinding
against each other, seeking yet another release. I could tell that I
may not have another ejaculation left in me, but my cock was unaware
of this. It was hard and Crys felt wonderful to move in. Her pussy had
my undivided attention just then, and it was all I could do to just
keep moving.

I was carefully sliding in and out, with only a little bit of
grinding, as our crotches would meet. I was concentrating on the
sensation of penetration, and Crys had closed her eyes, humming softly
while she relaxed and let me work.

We kept that pace for several minutes, and it came to my mind to be
very thankful for the constant conditioning my body went through from
swimming. I could tell that I would have given out long before had I
not kept a careful schedule of working out at the pool.

With a soft grunt, Crys opened her eyes, catching me looking at her.
The smile she gave me made me glad to be alive. I kept moving and
smiled back at her.

"Arthur, would you do something for me?" she asked.

Do fish shit in the woods? Do bears swim?

"That being...?" I replied.

She giggled. "Would you stop for a moment, and let me turn around? I
want you to put that somewhere else!" she said.

As I said, I gots that there genius eye cue. Alls my teachers back to
High School done said so.

"Uhhh.... Huh?" I replied, with my usual wittiness.

Crys gave a short guffaw, then giggled again as she said, "Honey, let
me get on my hands and knees? I need you to put that in another
place!"

I stopped.

Realization hit me like a thunderclap.

My face must have shown what was going on in my head.

Crys was laughing steadily, now.

"Oh, Sugar! Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" she said.

I carefully backed out of her and she quickly got herself turned
around on her hands and knees. I had gotten up from the bed and
watched all this with an eagerness and anticipation that I'd not felt
since seeing the Christmas tree at dawn when I was eight.

And this was all for me!

Crys lowered her upper body until she was resting her face on the bed.
She had herself positioned to look back at me, and she could see
clearly that I was fixated on her pucker.

I haven't really shared exactly what Crys' sex looks like as yet, have
I? Her pussy lips are thick, and her clit just barely peeks out when
her legs are together. When she spreads her legs, her pussy opens up
like a flower, her inner lips looking like soft petals in a rose. The
soft, sparse hair on her mound is red like her head, and very fine.
Her skin is freckled, but not around her ass and pussy. The freckles
wash across her chest and neck, and there are sufficient on her face
to make plain that the red hair is real. Her skin is like alabaster in
its whiteness. The patterns of veins under her skin only add to her
beauty.

She is without question a red headed goddess.

I don't know how anyone could ever get tired of looking at her.

"Uh, earth to Chef-Boy!" she said, giggling.

I looked away from her crotch, to see her eyes sparkling at me. Her
smile told me she understood my condition, and I could feel the warmth
in them.

"Honey, I didn't get like this just to give you a show! Get busy,
please?" she said, and wiggled her butt. She giggled some more.

"Yes, Ma'am!" I replied, smiling back at her.

I moved forward until my cock was just against her rear hole. It was
beautiful. I could see our juices smeared all around it, and grabbed
my cock, swiping it all around her pussy lips to gather as much liquid
as I could. Just to be on the safe side, I gathered up as much spit as
I could in my mouth, and leaned forward to let it drop right on the
head of my cock as I put it once again to her brown eye. As it hit, I
gently pushed forward. Her aperture dilated like it had been expecting
me, and I slowly put all I had to give in her backside.

Crystal let out a moan as I started pushing against her. As I entered,
and while I got fully inserted, she said, "Ohhhhhhh, Sugar, that is so
nice." She started a gentle rocking back and forth that felt exquisite
on my cock. Her ring was so tight! I matched her motion, and we fucked
like that for a few minutes, all the while I could tell she was
ratcheting up toward another orgasm.

As her moaning increased, I moved faster. She turned her face toward
me, looked me in the eye and said, "Fuck my ass, Sugar! Fuck me hard!"

I just grinned back at her and started slamming myself into her, the
slap-slap of my banging against her ass cheeks accompanied by her
constant moaning, with a short grunt each time I came up against her
ass.

I had grabbed her hips when we began, so I had a good grip on her to
keep us together and in sync. I could tell that I might be able to
coax one more come out of my tired balls, and started watching her for
signs that she was about to come.

I felt fingers caress my balls, and at first could not discern where
they might have come from. As I looked down, I could tell that Crys
had reached back with one hand and was alternately fondling me and
playing with her clit. I moaned, and she went back to rubbing hard on
her clit, hard enough to shake her shoulders with the effort.

I let go of her with one hand and leaned forward just enough to get it
on her breast. I grabbed her nipple and gently squeezed it in rhythm
with our thrusting.

This put her over after just a few seconds.

Her ass clamped down on me so hard I thought she and I would become
Siamese twins.

Her moaning changed to yelling, her yelling turned into a gentle wail.

Her ring was pulsing, and her hand went faster on her clit.

Her wail was punctuated by a short, sharp bark, and her entire body
shook and shivered.

This tipped me over.

I could not believe that I was going to come again, but my body was
doing what it wanted regardless of my acceptance or denial.

It was severe.

Crys was just panting, her butt was clasping, her voice was a single
note of pleasure, and I was shooting into her with violence. I cannot
describe it any other way: my orgasm seemed to be torn from me. As I
came down from my cum, I seemed to be floating in space.

I had let go of Crys' nipple when my orgasm began, and I very slowly
and gently pulled my soft cock from her behind. It released with a
plopping sound, and I quickly found my way to lying on my side facing
Crys. She had stretched out to lie flat on her tummy when I let her
go.

I could see that she was spent. She barely had the energy to open her
eyes.

Even so, they were smiling at me, and the warmth they exuded was
palpable.

I smiled back, hoping the love I felt in my heart was as clear in my
eyes as that she was showing to me.

Knowing the hell I would pay for laziness at this point, I pushed
myself up with a groan, walking out of the bedroom to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom I found a box of supplies that Carrie left there.
Inside it, I found some washcloths and various other items useful to
the purpose of keeping house.

I grabbed two cloths and ran the water in the sink till it was hot. I
ran it as hot as I could stand on the cloths, and went to work on my
cock and balls with one of them. It only took a few seconds to get me
reasonably clean, and then I rinsed that cloth and wrung it again. I
carried both cloths back to the bedroom. Crys was in the exact same
position, and I could tell she had fallen asleep.

I very gently put the cloth against her ass, holding it there as I
reached under her hip to turn her over. I moved her as carefully as I
could, but her eyes opened and she favored me with a most spectacular
smile. I kept my hand against her pucker, pushing softly and wiping to
catch our fluids on the cloth. When I estimated that her butt was
decent, I threw that cloth aside to the floor and used the other on
her pussy.

Her eyes had closed again, but her smile was still a thousand watter.

I did for her front as I had the back, then I got her under the
covers. I could see clearly that we had soaked the bedspread, so I
took that away and left Crys under the blanket and sheet. As I got all
this done, she only murmured and cooed. It took all of maybe two
minutes, and I stood back to revel in the sight.

("If there's anythin' that you want

    If there's anythin' I can do

     Just call on me

       And I'll send it along

         With love, from me, to you")

That moment amazes me still. I looked at Crys, awed by what God had
created in human form.

Then I thought of Carrie, and how alike yet different the two of them
were.

Then the old guilt reflex hit me.

Which then strangely went away.

I was at peace with this night. Everything I'd done, I'd done with the
blessing of Carrie and Crys, and certainly my roomie.

Roomie!

I went quickly to the living room, seeing Chris still zonked on the
big chair. I went over to him, gently shaking his shoulder. He came
awake, but only just. He looked at me with one eye, a look of concern
on his face.

"Whuuuu..." he asked?

"Come on, bro. Let me help you get to bed", I said, as I pulled him up
and into my arms. Over the last couple years I had done this a few
times, coming home to find him bent over and passed out on our nasty
old couch. Each time he had just come with me and let me deposit him
on his bed.

He was just as tractable now, and I imagined he had no idea it would
not be his bed that I was taking him to.

I walked him into the room where Crys was now gently snoring. Chris
just barely had one eye open and was leaning on me big time for
support. When I reached the bed, it took all my strength to hold him
up with one hand and rapidly pull back the covers with another.

Chris followed the script and fell into the bed, landing on his side
against Crys. Crys barely stirred. I covered them up and went back to
the living room. I sat down on the couch, thinking about what the
night had brought to pass.

("I'll be loving you

    Always.

      With a love that's true

        Always.

          When the things you've planned

            Need a helping hand

              I will understand

                Always.

                 Always.")

I could tell that life had only begun to get `interesting'.

I got up and walked into Carrie's room. She was long gone, sleeping
peacefully.

I went and brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got in next to her.

I spooned up against her, and my last thoughts were about how so much
of life was illusion...

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED KHANUNDRUM 2003

 

khanundrum at yahoo dot come

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