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Subject: {ASSM} Glory's first gangbang part 1 (Mff, oral)
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Date: Sat,  1 Jan 2005 17:10:05 -0500
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   While I grew a few inches throughout my teen years, I was still an
unattractively skinny blond at age 15.  Despite my fathers' promises to the
contrary, my breasts were still gentle bumps on my chest.  I would have
given anything to have more butt to fill out a pair of jeans.

   My school roommate Colette, on the other hand, didn't have to worry. 
Colette is half Filipino and half French, and has gotten the best of both
backgrounds.  She had an exotic face...high cheekbones, tilted eyes from
her part-Chinese heritage, pouting lips, and thick dark reddish hair.  Her
complexion is perfect, and while the rest of us girls struggled with little
bouts of acne, Colette was always flawless.  She also had round breasts, a
tiny waist, a disgustingly perfect pear-shaped ass above her short little
legs, and overall she had pale skin that glowed with a slight golden cast.

   I met Colette at boarding school when I was 15 and she 16.  Colette's
father was a French doctor, who had met Colette's mother, a Filipino nurse,
when he was still a resident at a University hospital in New York City. 
After a short and stormy affair, they separated and Colette stayed with her
mother in NYC while her father returned to Europe.  Colette was sent to New
York Public Schools.  There, she caroused with men and boys who had the
dangerous "bad boy" image that Colette loved.  Colette lived up to that
image, too.

   Colette's father came back into her life just in time to put her into
drug rehab, and from there, to have her shipped off to the all-girls
boarding school.  The idea was to get her as far away from her old friends
as possible while keeping her close to her family.  That's how she came to
our boarding school outside of Boston.

   I remember the day I first met Colette.  She walked over to the empty
bed in our room, dropped her things on the floor, listened to the matron
give her a bit of a talking-to, and then the matron told Colette that I
would be sure to help her out with any more questions.

   Colette sprawled back on the bed.  She was decked out in the uniform of
the school, but the skirt was riding high up on her thighs as she lay there
uncaring, arm over her eyes.  She groaned, "What I wouldn't do for a
cigarette right now." She looked over to me.  "Got any?" I reached under my
mattress and got out the pack of cigarettes I had stashed there.  It was my
own little rebellious statement against the school; I hardly ever smoked
them, but I held on to them anyway.  They were a bit stale but they were
smokes.  From that point onward, Colette and I were friends.  We never had
sex.  We talked about sex a lot, but we were strictly into boys, or so we
assured one another.

   We really were opposites.  I was taller, blond to the point of
neutrality.  I was sheltered in all the wrong ways, except I knew what it
was like to be sexually used by older men.  I wasn't about to admit to it,
though, not even to Colette.  She, on the other hand, was a dark-natured,
smoldering cauldron of a girl, who could be really funny on occasion, but
most of the time just seemed to be plotting her next escapade.  She had
lived more life before she was 15 than any girl in our school...and maybe
some of the instructors, as well.

   I was sitting on my bed, working on my math homework one evening after
dinner, when Colette came back into the room, dumped her books on the bed
and sat down.  I could feel her excitement from where I sat.  "Guess what?
I just made a call down to New York...some of my old friends are going to
be up in Boston for a concert next Friday night.  My friend Evan, and
probably at least six of his friends are all going to be renting a hotel
room down in Boston, and crashing for the night after the concert."

   She looked around the walls of our room and then said, "Hey, if I sneak
out, will you cover for me?  Or at least, don't tell them?  Or...you can
come with me, too.  We can hitchhike down on Friday night to Boston, stay
the night and party, and then take the Saturday morning commuter train back
in time to be here for lunch.  They never check on us much before noontime
on Saturdays, anyway."

   I hesitated.  It was true -- lots of the girls slept late on Saturdays,
and skipped breakfast.  There was always the possibility of a room check on
Saturday morning, but it was remote.

   I said, "I never hitchhiked before.  Isn't it dangerous?"

   Colette frowned.  "I've done it before, it was fine.  A taxi will be
about fifty dollars into Boston.  I've got that, at least one way.  If you
don't want to hitchhike, we can take a taxi in, and the train back.  Or
vice versa."

   I could tell Colette's brain was working a mile a minute.  But I knew
some stuff she didn't because I had been at the school much longer.  I
said, "No way...the taxis around here would tell the school administration
that two teenage girls were heading into Boston.  There'd be a bed check
for sure."

   "Shit," she said, and got up to rummage into her closet.  "Then, we'll
have to hitchhike, and we can take a taxi back out instead of the train."

   I said, "I have no normal clothes to wear, though.  Just a pair of
jeans, some t-shirts, and a sweater.  Thank God it isn't winter yet." The
school kept us in uniforms, and our families were instructed to only send
us up with a single change of clothes.

   Colette grinned, and yanked out her suitcase.  "I stashed some other
clothes in one of the side pockets when Mom wasn't looking." She dug down
into one of the small side pockets and began pulling out fistfuls of cloth.
I thought they were underwear until she held them up.  They were
spandex-type skirts and shirts ...  all very summer-weight and skimpy. 
Colette giggled.  "We can wear these in the hotel room, but show up in our
jeans.  Evan's got a lot of cute friends, maybe you can score one of them."

   I smiled wanly.  "I'm gonna look stupid in those.  I'm too
flat-chested."

   Colette snorted and said, "Try this one on, it'll look fine." She tossed
me a red halter top and a black mini.  I pulled them on, and checked myself
in the mirror.  Besides the wrinkles, I didn't look half bad.  We spread
out the clothes on the bed and smoothed them out with our hands, and then
covered them with a blanket.

   Colette checked the clock.  It was still only 4:30pm.  She said, "The
concert will get over at midnight, so we need to show up at the hotel
around 1am.  We'll have to sneak out at lights out, if we want to get down
to Boston in time, and avoid the cops too."

   The rest of the day passed uneventfully.  We ate dinner, acted as if
nothing would happen, goofed around with some of the other girls and then
spent the night watching TV in the common room.  Lights-out was at 11pm,
though some of the older girls were allowed to stay up until midnight on
weekend nights.  We ended up wandering back to our room.  By 11:15 we had
left the grounds and were on the rural road leading to the school It was a
half-hour walk to the highway and it was probably close to midnight by the
time we reached it.  We were aiming to grab a car on the on-ramp to the
highway, where it was fairly well lit.

   An old guy in a Bronco picked us up, and looked at us very suspiciously
through his window before letting us in.  How threatening could a 16 and
15-year-old couple of girls be?

   He wasn't going into Boston, but he ended up taking us there.  To make a
long story short, Colette ended up offering him two swallow blow jobs in
exchange for a ride into Boston.  We had pulled over off the highway onto a
dark side street on the way in.  It was really strange to sit there in the
back seat while my best freind leaned over this old guy and sucked him off.
I watched her head move up and down in his lap, and she made small slurping
sounds while the old guy kept his hand on the back of her head and pushed
his hips up into her mouth.  The grunting and slurping and smell of cock
was all through the truck.  I was actually getting turned on.

   He looked in the rear-view mirror.  "Reach down and finger her clit as
she sucks me," he said to me, and I hesitated.  He lifted her head off his
cock and said, "Go on, reach down and just do it."

   I reached through the seats and unbuttoned the waistband of Colette's
jeans.  I leaned far forward and started rubbing my fingers over her fuzzy
cunt, and dipped my fingers into her slit to rub on her clit.  Her pussy
was dripping wet!  Slut, I thought.  You love to suck cock, even an old
man's cock, don't you?

   She moaned while I ticked her clit with one finger.  That must have
turned him on, because he put her mouth back down on his cock and started
moving her head back and forth again.  Within a couple of minutes,
Colette's hips were jerking with the touch of my finger.  He started moving
her head faster, and I heard him say, "Here it comes, oh yea..." and he let
out a loud groan.  Colette cried out around his dick, and then started
bucking against my hand.  I could feel pulses in her pussy while she
started making noises like a baby makes when it's sucking on a bottle and
swallowing the milk.  Kind of a breathless, suck-swallow cooing sound as
she swallowed his cum and he held her head down on his cock.  She kept her
head there while the pulses in her pussy died away.  I pulled my soaking
fingers back and wiped them on the seat next to me.

   She sat up, and sniffed, with all kinds of wet all over her face from
her drool and cum leaking from her mouth.  Her lips were rubbery and puffy
as she looked back at me with a smile.  "Not too bad," she joked, with a
nasal sound to her voice, and started wiping her face with the inside of
her sleeve.  She fastened up her jeans and put on her seat belt.

   I licked my lips nervously.  "We leaving yet?" The old guy said,
"Christ, give me a minute, will you?" I heard him zip up and then he
started the car.  "Remember you owe me one more," he said to Colette.

   She sniffed again.  "Oh, yea, but my throat is sore, now." I swear she
sounded just like she had a bad cold.  She really must have gotten her
throat battered.  She looked over into the back seat, at me.  "You'll do
him when we get into Boston."

   "Colette!" I hissed.  "I never said that I..."

   The old guy looked over to Colette and then in the mirror to me in the
back seat.  "You going back on the deal?"

   Colette quickly said, "No, no...she's just shy.  She's never done it
before."

   He smiled at me from the mirror, like a wolf.  "A virgin, huh?  No
problem, I'll teach you how to suck off a guy right."

   Our ride into Boston was uneventful.  We got to Boston well ahead of our
1am deadline, and we took another ten minutes trying to find a dark place
to park so I could suck off the old man.  Colette moved into the back seat
as we parked, and I moved into the front seat.  The old guy pulled me over
close to him, and made me lean over the center console so my head was in
his lap.  He unzipped, adjusted, and let his half-hard cock fall out.

   I had sucked Bill and my father off many times since I was eleven, but I
wasn't going to let Colette know that, otherwise she'd think I was some
kind of freak for fucking my own father.  I'd let this old guy think I was
a virgin, still, so I just kind of licked over the head and shaft a little.
He said, "Take it into your mouth." He said to Colette, "Your turn to
finger your friend."

   I looked down.  Even his pubic hair was salt-and-pepper.  It made me
feel weird, sucking off a guy older than my dad.  But I opened my mouth and
let his metallic-tasting penis slide between my lips.  I began sucking on
it like Bill showed me, a little tongue under the head, and pressure along
the sides.  The old man whispered instructions to me, and I pretended to
listen.

   Meanwhile, Colette's cool little hand had moved down to finger my pussy,
and my found me wet, too.  She was probably thinking I was a slut as well.
As soon as her finger started strumming over my clit, I felt the first
hints of an orgasm creeping up my thighs.

   Something clicked in my head when I had that hard cock in my mouth. 
Thank God he wasn't huge, so I wouldn't have to push him very deep and risk
a sore throat.

   I hadn't sucked or fucked since the month before, with my father, and
the taste of hot throbbing cock between my lips set me off.  I began
sucking and fucking him with my mouth in earnest.  This was something I was
familiar with -- cock in my mouth.

   I was on autopilot.  There was a finger on my clit rubbing back and
forth.  I was focused on two points...the finger on my clit and the cock in
my mouth.  All I wanted was the cum out of that cock.  I wanted to taste
his sperm on my tongue.  I felt so dirty ...this old anonymous guy lifting
his hips into my mouth and shoving my head deeper on his cock while my
roomie fingered my slit.

   It really didn't matter who he was, though.  All that mattered to me was
that I had a cock in my mouth and I knew what to do with it.  In my lust
and shame, I just wanted him to cum, to deliver his load into my mouth and
get it over with.

   Pretty soon, he was really thrusting up into my mouth while he pushed my
head down hard.  I had no control of the rhythm...I was like a rag doll
with a mouth, a sensation I was very much used to.  My mouth was making wet
slurping sounds with each thrust.  The head of his dick started thumping on
the back of my throat as he swelled and got bigger with excitement.  His
breathing was ragged and he started grabbing my hair painfully with each
thrust.  I tried to suck more on the out stroke, hoping that he'd cum soon,
but I couldn't control even that.  He fucked my mouth with a frenzy, and
said..."Here...it....comes!" and then shoved my face down and bucked up
with a loud grunt, and started squirting his sperm towards my throat while
he held my head tight to his crotch.

   My pussy exploded with pleasure at the taste of his cum.  Colette's
fingers struggled to rub my clit as my hips bucked up, and my pussy sucked
at empty air.  I found my own pleasure sucking out his cum from his
squirting cock while I came.

   I fell back to the seat, strained and bruised and sat up, re-arranging
myself.  Like Colette, my lips were puffy and a bit sore, and the hot,
metallic taste of his cum filled my mouth.  He zipped up, businesslike, and
then said, "Let me drop you off where you want to go."

   I looked over the back of the seat at Colette, who had my pussy-slicked
fingers held up close to her nose as she breathed in my scent.  She smiled
at me, quietly, and then sat back for the rest of the ride over to the
hotel.

   (end of part 1)





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