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From: "GS" <gsstories@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: {ASSM} Naked, I Walked Home - Five (Mff, nc, public)
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Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 01:10:06 -0500
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The latest story in the series.

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GS
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GS/www/

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NAKED, I WALKED HOME - Five (Mff, nc, public)
by GS

I had been called back to my old youth theatre to fill in for one of the
actors, who had tonsillitis. I was to play the part of Narrator for the
play "The Prince and The Pauper". If you've read the book you'd know
there is no narrator, but this is what youth theatres do; to cater for a
cast of a hundred kids, you have to take more than a dash of artistic
licence. Mine was a small part, only appearing in the first scene, after
which time I would have nothing to do until I took my bow in the finale.

I caught the bus and made my way to the theatre, a stalwart old stone
building which was the pride of the community. I approached without
trepidation. I knew well enough how to act, even having had no
rehearsals for this particular play. Everyone would be at least five
years younger than I, so I felt little pressure. According to the
programme, the play contained "young actors from the ages of 8 to 18".

The dressing room was packed when I entered. There was still half an
hour before the play started, yet it was only with difficulty that one
could pick a path from one side of the room to the other. Even then, on
the way, you would inevitably brush past children and teenagers in
various states of undress, or just standing or sitting in costume,
waiting for their entrance.

The small children had no modesty when dressing, having nothing to show;
however the young girls, in particular the ones just entering puberty,
turned to the wall and shrunk in on themselves to ensure only a fleeting
glimpse of pale skin as they slipped a dress over their heads. A couple
of older boys and girls were brazenly in their underwear.

I walked into the room with my balls full of cum and immediately looked
for a way to empty them. There was nubile flesh everywhere. I unzipped
my pants and let my cock, which was becoming rapidly erect, fall forth
through my boxer shorts, the foreskin just starting to roll back and
reveal the head. I stepped down the short stairs to the floor and began
to push my way through the crowd. A little girl, about half my height,
turned suddenly in front of me and was slapped in the face by my rod.
Startled, she blinked and stepped backwards, giving me a funny look. She
mumbled an apology and stepped around me.

By now some of the other kids had also noticed my bouncing cock, and it
was not long before whispers made their way rapidly from one end of the
room to the other. The noise level dropped as incredulous teens and
children looked at me, stepping back a little and looking down at my
cock as I passed near. Still, clumps of people had not noticed my
presence, continuing with their chatter or staring into space. I brushed
past one such girl and she did not notice when my cock pressed into her
thigh, rising a little into her at the contact.

By now I had reached the far side of the room, the wall of which was
taken up by a mirror topped with lights. Here a boy and girl, both about
thirteen years old, were chatting and giggling together. They had a look
of familiarity with each other. The girl, pretty in her innocence, had
long black hair down to her waist and small nubs of breasts that just
pushed her long white dress out from her chest. In the reflection of the
mirror I saw smiling dimples. Her dress was low-cut, and revealed her
beautifully unblemished shoulders and upper body; had she larger
breasts, she would have shown some delicious cleavage, but I almost
preferred the blank, feathery smoothness of her upper body.

She and the boy were laughing as I approached her from behind, her hand
raised to her forehead. I came close enough to breathe on her. I brushed
the side of her neck with my fingers and she did not immediately react,
theatre people being used to close contact with one another. I jutted my
hips forward and pressed my pulsing erection into her buttocks. She
turned a little, unsure of what she felt nestled between her cheeks.
Before she had time to react further, I moved my hand further down her
front and into her dress, grabbing a bare breast, squeezing the nipple
gently between my second and third fingers. No doubt she had not
expected such a brazen assault and, taken aback, she spun towards me,
causing my hand to slip out of her dress.

I looked directly at her. Her nose was small and perky. She had
beautiful hazel eyes and a round, oval face. She looked into my eyes,
and I into hers, and her lips parted in a tiny "Oh!". There was a small
gap between her two front teeth.

We looked at each other for many seconds, my carnally desirous gaze
penetrating her youthfully uncertain one. She felt the power of that
look; she felt it so strongly that, when I eventually placed my hand on
the top of her head, she sank to her knees before me.

At eye level with my twitching cock, and with a growing crowd of
teenagers and children gathering around us, her head tilted up to look
at me, her eyes growing suddenly frightened. Not breaking eye contact, I
rocked slightly forward. She did not react as my cock jabbed at her
cheek, leaving a dab of precum. I reached down and took her head gently
in my hands, swaying my cock closer to her lips.

Finally, just as the head of my cock traced a pattern against her lips,
I could not restrain myself any longer and unexpectedly pulled her head
forward, penetrating her mouth. My cock slid rapidly over her wet tongue
and all the way to her tonsils. Still I did not relent and pushed
further in, sliding my long cock down into her throat. At last my balls
pressed against her chin, stray pubic hairs tickling her nostrils and
wildly flitting as she tried to vent air sharply in through her nose.
Her throat flexed around the head of my cock, and her lips flexed around
the base, trying to create an opening.

"Mmmph!" she exclaimed from the depths of her throat, unable to properly
breathe. Her hands pressed against my legs and her eyes were wide.

I pulled back and there was a pop as her throat freed itself of my
member. She sucked in a long, shuddering breath, her chest rising and
then falling heavily. She was just starting to take another deep breath
when I jammed my cock forwards once again, once more penetrating all the
way into her throat. A slight movement of her little tongue on the
underside of my cock, and I was almost ready to cum. Her head impaled,
she turned her eyes up towards me, and that was enough. I pulled out
slightly but instantly jabbed into her again, my cock jerking inside the
narrow confines of her mouth. I violently orgasmed down her throat. The
bystanders could tell I was cumming; I heard one girl utter, awed, "Oh
my gawd."

I spurted my seed into her throat and she was helpless to do anything
but swallow reflexively. The shaft shuddered in her throat time and time
again, recklessly releasing it's milky flow into the poor girl's belly.
I stayed there, spurting my seed, for quite some time, and boys behind
me muttering and gasping in disbelief. Finally I was spent. I had wanted
to get some cum on her face as well, but the pleasure of having her
throat and mouth pressed around me was too much, and I had dropped my
entire load into her. I pulled my softening cock out of her throat and
into her mouth. I cleaned my cock by pushing it into one cheek, and then
the other, finally drawing it back past her lips. It was coated with her
saliva. I had noticed before that deep throating seems to cause girls to
salivate more than usual.

Without bothering to dry my penis, I slipped it back inside my pants.
The pretty thirteen year old was still on her knees, staring at the
floor in a daze and recovering her breath. The crowd, unable to speak,
were all looking at me, but parted as I made my way past them.

"Come on!" I said, grabbing my silly-looking costume and tossing it onto
my shoulder. "We've got a show to do!"

Someone murmured something, and gradually the crowd dispersed and
started to chat amongst themselves once more. They did indeed have a
show to do, and it was only minutes from starting. Eventually everyone
was panicking at the thought of the play starting. My costume donned, I
made my way up the stairs for the first entrance.

My acting was adequate. I told the audience of the adventures to come,
at least getting the lines right, and made my way off-stage.

The backstage area was quite hectic, the dressing room no better. Many
people were rushing for quick entrances and fast changes. I myself took
a seat amid the confusion and watched, bemused at the storm around me. A
little girl with blonde hair tripped and fell over; I helped her up and
she rushed on. Several boys dressed as pirates came clattering down the
stairs, loudly exclaiming over their missed cue. A sixteen year old
girl, this one a curly blonde dressed in pink as some sort of princess,
made her way past me, her wide dress rustling. I watched her the whole
way. She probably had the largest breasts of anyone there; I had noticed
earlier that when she bent forwards, there would always be one boy or
another staring down her dress into her luscious cleavage. Her ass was
hidden by her dress but I watched it wiggle attractively as she hopped
up the stairs to the backstage area. I stood and followed her up.

The backstage area was dimly lit and no longer very crowded. Only the
stage lights shone through a wide door, lighting the faces of those
nervously waiting to go on. The pink princess was there, her makeup not
disguising the fact that she was very pretty. I had known her for some
time. Her sister was a model, and although she wasn't one herself, her
face was wonderfully clear of worry lines, imbued with a certain oneness
with nature and a confidence of success.

I approached her and her eyes flitted nervously towards me. I stood next
to her and was about to stroke her ass when suddenly she had to go on.
In an instant she was gone, spouting her lines on the stage in a loud,
clear voice. I watched her for a little while and then retreated further
backstage. I took out my cock and started to idly masturbate.

When she came off stage, she rushed immediately to a pile of clothes in
a corner; evidently she had a quick costume change, and couldn't afford
to go all the way back to the dressing room. Not noticing me, she
hurriedly removed her dress, leaving her in only a plain white bra and
panties. As she bent over to retrieve her clothing, I swaggered up
behind her, poking her rear with my dick and leaving a smear on her
panties. She instantly stood upright, her costume in her hand, and
turned to face me. She looked a little stressed.

"No," she whispered as I pressed into her, pushing her back against the
wall, my hard erection pressing between her legs and resting on the
underside of her panty-clad pussy.

"This won't take long," I muttered. I kissed her passionately, rolling
my tongue around in her mouth. I bent down to quickly pull her panties
off, and she didn't resist, even stepping free of them when I reached
her ankles. I looked around. There were not many people around and in
the dim light it seemed that nobody saw us. Then I saw a faint glow of a
cigarette, and saw a gangly young man, one of the backstage crew,
leaning on a cupboard and watching us.

I quickly stood and grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands, raising her onto
her toes. Of it's own accord, my cock squirmed amongst her pubic hair
and finally found the opening of her cunt. I thrust in, missing at
first, but then sank halfway in. In this standing position I could not
penetrate any further, but she grunted nonetheless. I began moving in
and out of her, relishing the feeling of her pussy lips clasping my rod.

"I... have to... uhn... go... uh... on stage..." she whispered urgently,
and then yelped. "Sooon." she said in a long deep sigh.

We were both silent as I pumped into her a few more times, but then she
heard someone's line on stage, and knew she was running out of time.

"No!" she cried softly, and managed to escape my grasp, her moist pussy
slipping away and leaving me alone with a drooling cock.

In a rush she donned her other costume, and raced onto stage. I did not
try to stop her, but simply waited, stroking myself every now and again
to remain erect. I heard her speaking on stage again, my new girlfriend,
and I thought about what it would be like to take her home, to pump her
full of my seed three or four times a day, to give her a baby that
no-one but I wanted. I imagined her in my bed, her belly full and round
beneath my wandering hands as I fucked into her from behind. I imagined
lending her to my friends, and finding her with her face and hair matted
with cum. My thoughts were lurid and base, and kept my dick hard and
wet.

At last she came off stage again, and before I had time to react she was
making her was past me and back to the dressing room. I grabbed her arm
as she brushed hurriedly by me and she stopped, looking into my eyes
pleadingly. In the semi-darkness I squeezed her breasts, and then turned
her around to face the wall, holding her in place and lifting her dress.

The dress, this one blue and thick, was difficult to get up above her
waist. It continually eluded my grasp and would fall back across her
ass. But finally I bent her over ninety degrees and managed to scrunch
it up to rest on her back. She still had no panties on, so I grabbed her
hips and thrust suddenly into her. She cried out, perhaps loud enough
for the people on stage to hear her. Her head was hidden by her dark
blonde curls, which I combed my fingers through and tousled as I pounded
her.

Bent over before me, I fully penetrated her, slowly dragging my cock in
and out of her quivering mound, coming to rest with my shaft fully
embedded and my balls hanging by her legs. I increased my pace and she
began whimpering. I was relentless, doing my utmost now to impregnate
her quickly, my balls slapping wetly against her. I looked over and saw
the same stage hand watching us. He might have been jerking off; it was
too dark to tell for sure.

We were near the door separating the dressing room from backstage, and
it suddenly opened, lighting us brightly for the dressing room to see.
It was a group of teenage boys making their way for an entrance. My girl
and I both looked up sharply as they stumbled upon us. They stopped
short and stared, and then passed around us. But the girl, perhaps
mortified by being seen in this position, had once again risen, her
dress falling around her, and she rushed back into the dressing room.
One of the boys stopped, turned, and looked at me expectantly, raising
his eyebrows. I gave him a high five and opened the dressing room door.

In the dressing room, the princess was halfway across the floor. I
quickly intercepted her, determined to plant my seed. The dressing room
was noisy, but again began to quiet when people saw me with my cock free
and dripping precum on the floor. Again they hurriedly parted before me.
I quickly divested myself of all my clothes, throwing them to the floor.
I raced after the girl and managed to catch her near the mirror wall.
She let out a startled yell as I grabbed her arm again, and she turned
towards me again, looking fearfully up and down at my nakedness.

I wasted no time and grappled her to the floor, pushing her dress
forcefully up her body, ripping it in the process. Eventually her furry
bush and soft white stomach were revealed once more, the sight of the
belly button making me want to spurt right then and there. Her legs
flailed but I grabbed them and positioned myself, forcing them up and
around my body. Beneath me, her large breasts quivered beneath her
dress, which I grabbed at the top and tore apart. It did not break
easily and she jerked on the ground as I made several impotent tugs at
it, but finally it ripped most of the way down. Her bra, which had been
set off-kilter in the struggle, was now the only barrier between me and
her melon-like mounds. I didn't even bother trying to remove it, simply
breaking it in the middle. Her breasts jiggled on her chest and, now
free of the bra, moved apart, the nipples pointing out to the gathering
crowd. I took a breast in each hand and suckled on them, licking the
nipples and taking as much as I could into my mouth, delighting in the
softness of the flesh. She was lying back with her eyes closed, but made
little noises every time I touched her in a new spot.

Sated by her breasts, I knelt upright and positioned my cock at her
pussy lips. I glanced around me. I was encircled by young people, mostly
teenagers. None of them were doing anything but looking on with mouths
wide open, but some of the boys I noticed had tented pants. One of the
older girls, with short red hair, had a look of disgust on her face, but
she watched every move.

Positioned at the gates, I moved forward and penetrated. She was quite
wet, so the feeling was silken. I sighed contentedly. I stayed buried
halfway inside her for a little while, rocking back and forth slightly
but not moving much. I looked at her breasts and remembered my goal
here; no longer wasting time, I lay fully atop her and starting to
thrust in and out of her. She moaned and started to respond. Before long
both of our juices really started to flow, and the wet squelches were
music to my ears.

I nailed her into the floor again and again, drilling my cock as far
into her depths as I could go, screwing her brutally. Her breasts
bounced with every thrust, and the crowd was awed. I had begun slowly
but by now by thrusts were powerful and flurried. My face was looking
directly down onto hers and her eyes were closed, but her breathing was
shallow and rapid, and I could see her eyes wildly moving beneath her
lids. I kissed her and slobbered all over her face, not relinquishing my
hammering cock for an instant. My sweaty hands roved all over her sweaty
body, now mauling her breasts, now grasping and pushing back on the
undersides of her legs, now roaming through her curly hair. With both
hands I took her head and kissed her deeply on the lips, pressing my
tongue inside her mouth. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. At last
it must have been too much for her, and I felt her pussy and stomach
shudder beneath me, her eyes filled with a look of ecstasy so powerful
as to be almost pain. She spasmed long and hard, her head sporadically
rocking and banging on the floor, but still I did not cum. Her own
fluids, clear and sticky, were forced out and onto the floor as my
rutting member claimed her pussy, in and out and in once more.

All it took were a few more long, deep thrusts, staring deep into her
eyes, and I was ready to explode. I grabbed her legs and pushed them up
and back as far as I could, locking my arms around her to prevent
escape. And there, held in the mating position, I impregnated her.

Cum hosed out from the tip of my cock in thick white jets, lavishing the
walls of her pussy with my fertile seed. Again and again the ropy
strands flew into her, the potent sperm already wriggling their way
towards their goal. I groaned at the thought and tried to push further
into her, but found I was already as far in as I could get. I envisaged
my cock head at her very cervix, repeatedly spraying directly into her
womb. Maybe she was imagining the same thing. Her eyes were closed again
and she was shivering, her fleshy tits madly quaking on her chest.

The mighty flow finally abated and her pussy contracted around my
shrinking cock, drawing a few more precious drops out. We were both
sweating and exhausted, and I slid off her, leaving a glistening cum
trail running across her thigh. I lay on the ground next to her, looking
at the ceiling. I saw heads around me, looking down at us both. One of
the boys was smirking. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling my new
girlfriend beside me still shivering.

After half a minute I rose to my feet and looked wearily around. There
was still a lot of firm young bodies that remained unseeded, just
standing there waiting for me, but I had been prematurely spent. In any
case everyone was dispersing again; it looked like the first act had
finished, and most of the interval was gone; everyone had to get ready
to go on stage again. I looked at the bare tits of the girl lying below
me and decided not to stay for the finale. I would likely not be missed.

Besides, the show was running for a few days yet. I would be back
tomorrow. I staggered out of the theatre, well satisfied.

Naked, I caught the bus home.

THE END
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