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Subject: {ASSM} 050412 -- Me And Nancy... And Alyssa
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Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 22:10:02 -0500
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{MF; pros; reluc; ws; oral; vaginal; rim; anal.}

   Me And Nancy..., And Alyssa

   I wokw this morning with an urge for something wet.  I called Nancy
after breakfast, left a message on her voice mail, "Massage at 1300 today,
usual fee, no tip." She dragged her ass of the bus and seemed to be
crawling as she walked across the street to my house, nearly an hour late.
When I opened the door she smiled weakly, booze starched her breath.

   Her hair was bright gold and she was dressed in a dark blue [knee
length] skirt and a matching (lighter) top.  I was immediately envious of
the grip her clothes had on her shape.  Her face was made-up, 'paint'
covering the blemishes {[heroin adiciton will do that to a body]} hiding
the bags under her eyes even as it is drawing attention to them {[not a
good thing when they're clouded over by narcotic high]}.  Her hair wasn't
tied, it hung loosely just past her shoulders, invitingly; likewise, her
lips invited attention with a wet glossy color...  but I avoided htem, been
there, done that.

   Her closthes were saturated with cigarette smoke but I hugged her
anyway, kissing her cheek and copping a feel.  My dick swelled instantly.
Her smile was brighter as our embrace broke, she grbbed my croctch and wet
her lips.  I lead her inside and offered her a drink, "I don't have booze.
But, how about some fruti juice?" She declined and proceeded into the
bathroom.

   She didn't close the door as she used the bathroom, mimicing my custom
{[as she does when she doesn't have to get high]}.  For some reason, she
didn't sit on the toilet.  Instead, she lifted her skirt and squatted over
it, facing the doorway.  I let her know I enjoyed the show, standing there
facing her the entire time she peed.  "I knew you'd like that," she said as
she reached for the toilet paper.

   She held the roll of paper out to me, "Want to?" I stepped into the
bathroom and took the roll of toilet paper from her.  I tore off a few
pieces and wiped her cunt with it.  Then I kissed her and unfastened her
skirt.  She reached for my pants, unfastening the button, reaching inside
for my cock.  She rubbed my it, making it hard as iron.  She rubbed my neck
and drew me closer to her as the fingers of my left hand worked their way
into her pussy.

   I ran my right hand over the back of her neck and through her hair,
hardening every second and needing desperately to be inised her.  "Uh, uh,"
she said, "no tip, no fuck." "Yeah.  How 'bout a small tip, scuk my cock,
right here." "Here?" "Yup." She'd stopped stroking my stick and my fingers
left her pussy.  She was wet, the scent roused me to an animal state.  I
started to step away from the toilet but another urge came over me.

   Urine flowed freely from my prick, wetting her lower belly and mound. 
"Hey!  Jeesus!  Fuck!" I stood my ground and aimed my stream intently.  As
my piss slowed to a stop I wet my left hand in it and wth my right hand I
raised her top.  "What the hell are you doin'?!" I grabbed her left tit
with my pissy left hand then rubbed my them on her lips.

   "Stop It!" "Nah.  You stop bein' a prude.  I don't put up with this
teasin' shit.  You put on a hell of a show earlier.  And, you invited me in
here then got me hard as Everest.  You don't get to change your fuckin'
mind!" "But you said 'no tip'" "That's right.  I have money only to cover
the massage fee.  And, you were a fuckin' hour late." "You know why." "Not
my prblem."

   I proceeded to suck her tits and finger fuck her cunt.  My cock hardened
quickly and I bade her remove her clothes.  "You're gonna suck it without a
condom.  Play with my asshole too.  And, you will do it because you don't
want to lose a regular customer, for eheither of your services." I knew
she'd capitulate.  She hasn't much choice.  She's a junkie hooker...  in
time I'll make her a junkie whore, though the junkie is her choice.

   She stripped, momentarily preventing my fondling of her attributes. 
"Turn around," I told her when she'd removed all her clothes, "lean on the
back of the toilet.  I wanna lick your ass." She futzed a bit but
aquiesced. I lathered her recual opening with my tongue.  Then, I rubbed my
hard cock across her crack, teainsg the hole.  "Someday," I whispered.

   She turned around and sat down.  I stroked my cock, "Play with
yourself," I insturected.  Nancy doesn't like sex of any kind.  And, she
can't stand to look at herself.  For some damn reason she will refuse to
understand there is pleasure ot be hand in physical intimate relations. 
So, I knew she had no adult expericene with masturbation.  She made a very
lame effort but she kept at it.  Hoping [no doubt] I'd simply jerk off,
cumming on her tits.

   I disappinted her, "Suck it," bringing my cock to her mouth and grabbing
hir big fleshy tits.  I love her tits and ass, though they are beiginning
to blemish from a twelve year heroin habit.  {[Dumb Wench]}.  Nancy's ass
and tits are big full and soft, damn fine treasures for fondling and
suckling!  Reluctanly, she opened her mouth and reached to take hold of my
cock.  "No," I interjected, "use your hands on my ass.  I'm gonna fuck your
mouth."

   Nancy looked as a whipped dog as I took hold of her head with my right
hand and teased open her mouth with my left.  She hadn't had my cock
uncovered in her mouth in years!  Damn, she's got a fine mouth!  Her tongue
wasn't eager at first but that pie hole was warm and wet nonetheless.  And,
a lack of teeth made for an unbarred penetration.

   I am by no means an 'Adonis' or 'David'; however, I'd put my dick work
against anyone.  What I lack in length I make up for in girth and
longevity. I pumped in and out of her mouth with enthusiasm.  Nancy weakly
tended to my ass and hole.  "Put it in," I uttered, "your finger, in my
hole.  Do it.  Finger fuck my ass." I rammed my cock into her mouth,
bringing my scrotum to her chin.  The surprise of it broguht tears to her
eyes and a bit of a cough to her lungs.

   She began to gain some desire for the work, working my ass and hole with
determination.  I penetrated her wet pie hole earnestly.  Her tongue began
to stimulate my rod.  Nancy started to maon, echoeing me, encouraging me...
"CUMMIN' BABY." "ooh Yeah, shoot it on my tits, frank." I covered her tits
and she squeezed the last of my seed onto her nipples.

   We washed up before leaving the bathroom.  She hadn't worn any
underclothes, as she usually does when she's coming over to give me a
massage.  I tip better for the handjob-blowjob following the massage when
she's laying hands on me dressed in nothing but bra and panites.  No doubt
she thought gibing me a massag in the nude would entice me to fuck her. 
She was correct.

   But two things were immediately against Nancy this afternoon: one, She
Was Late; and, two, I told Alyssa I'd meet her at the club at 1800.

   Nancy's massage was weak, she was in need of her fix.  Still, I wasn't
going to let her off the hook.  She worked the lotion in, giving my neck
adequate attention but my feet she gave only shy attention.  Those are my
bothersome areas, age and arduos use in my youth have taken their toll.

   After she'd finished her work, we dressed and I paid her ($20).  "I
thought you said no tip?" she teased.  Her massage fee is $10; handjob is
$15; blowjob is $25; pussy fuck (with a dick suck to start) is $50.  She
"don't like", wihcih to me isn't the same as 'don't allow', eating pussy or
ass fucking.

   As much as her heroin addiciton, her prudishness, broke us apart a year
and a half ago.  We'd only recently come toghether for these massage
sessions.  It was a chore to pursuade her to take the bus to my house, a
not so gentle reminder I wouldn't be taking her 'shopping' before she did
her work for me.  Nor, would I be playing taxi cab, "When I take you home,
that's where I'm taking you.  Your habit is your own.  I want no other part
of it."

   As I drove us toward her house, she asked, "Are you seeing anybody."
"Nah.  Oh, I go to the club a couple nights a week.  And, I've met a few
ladies there but I'm not interested in having another relationship.  I get
to intense, possessive, wanting .., you know." I didn't tell her about
Alyssa, no reason to tell her.

   When we arrived at her house, she turned to me as she got out of the
car. "Well, um," she leaned toward me, taking me in her arms, lowering her
voice, "sorry." She kissed my cheek, "See ya in a few days." She was
already out fo the car, her back to me, pushing the door closed, as I said,
"Yup.  Thanks.  Be Careful." She pretended not to have heard me but I heard
her mutter, "don't matter."

   If she weren't so afraid to face her demons, she could've recovered from
her addiction.  However, after such a long period of use, her body is
saturated.  No treatment will work.  She can't be detoxed.  Without daily
use [though she might endure a lower daily dosage] she would die. 
Unfortunately, Methodone isn't a viable alternative, the dosage needed is
too high for Medicaid to cover the cost.  And, the clinic does have a
psychiatric requirement .., she won't face those demons.

   After I left Nancy at her place, I drove to [the pizza shop] and placed
an order to be delievered at 1900.  I had just enough time to get home,
check my e-mail for important notices, straighten up the apartment
[especially the kitchen, bathroom and bed], shave, shower, and dress before
I had to leave to pick-up Alyssa.

   Alyssa is working for an auto repair shop in the city.  It's a specialty
repair shop, custom jobs for expensive cars.  She's the receptionist, eye
candy for the one window in the shop.  She was working today until 1830. 
She would normally walk home after work, living (quite literally) across
the street from the shop.  However, tonight she was working late and it's a
date night; so, I was going to get her directly when her work day was done.

   I spent a bit to much time on-line peering through the gallery of black
beauties in my mail ....  But, I made it to the repair shop at 1830.., and
to [the pizza shop] at 1900.., then here with Alyssa and dinner at 1915. 
She took a few minutes to freshen-up and "change into something
comfortable." She said it with humor but it was true nonetheless.

   Alyssa doesn't carry a purse.  She doesn't ususally bring a lunch or
antyhing to work, living across the street, why would she?  But, when I
picked her up from the shop she had a tan leather-like bag iwth her. 
"Something for later," she'd replied when I inquired with regard to the
bag's purpose.

   For work she'd worn a tight fitting, nearly see through, off-white top
and a matching loose fitting skirt, teasingly closer to her waist tahn her
knees.  I remarked of it's attractiveness when she got into the car.  I
barely noticed her brown hair had recently been cut and highlighted with
dark copper braids.  I hadn't noticed her manicured hands, pedicured feet
or matching paint on the nails until she'd shown me her "new sandles."

   Now, coming out of the bathroom, "Surprise!" I turned from the stove,
where I'd been preparing our dinner plates, "huh?" "You Like!?" She stood
there, barely three steps away, wearing nothing but snug-fit amber panties
and a matching push-up bra.  "Uh.., Yeah!" She giggled, "there's nothing in
the bag but the clothes I'll be wearing tomorrow.., when you take me to
work." I'd been asking her to spend the night since we started dating two
weeks ago.

   I never expected her to say yes.

   And, I don't expect she'll be dating me for much longer.

   We ate our pizza and wings at the kitchen table as we watched [TheWB]
for an hour.  Afterward, we shared the clean-up duties before settling into
the living room.  She snuggled into my lap, still in nothing but her under
clothes.  For an hour we viewed [UPN] and made-out, slightly, during
commercials.

   By the time the show was over I was burning for her but we
straightened-up the couch and freshened ourselves before getting to the
good stuff.  We shared the bathroom.  She sqatted over the toilet facing
me, pulling her painties aside with one hand, "Come on." I moved toward
her, dropping my pants and undershorts, stepped out of them.  She took my
penis in her free hand, aiming it toward the toilet bowl.  We peed
together, a piss symphony.

   We shared the sink, same hot water and soap, same hand towel but
different wash cloths.  We applied lotion to ourselves and each other.  I
began to think 'the good stuff' was going to be sleeping with the memory of
my afternoon tryst with Nancy.  Alyssa's lips on my dick head, a kiss, and
finger in my ass crack, alerted me to the foolishness of that thought.

   Alyssa's skin tone is coffee with cream.  She's not as big as Nancy but
she tighter and by no means the scrawny type so desired by other men.  That
doesn't mean she's fat!  Her waist and chest are as big around as mine but
she's not afflicted by age, war or addicition.

   We walked toghether to the bed.  She bad me sit on it's edge.  I sat. 
She teased me with an imaginary striptease, having no clothing to remove.
At one point, she turned away from, bent at the waist and thrust her ass
toward.  "Put out the fire," she cried as she pried apart her ass cheeks. I
leeaned toward her, pulling that ass apple to me.

   I kissed her cheeks, licked them, moving toward her crack.  Before I
applied my tongue to that sweet valley I ran through it with my finger.  As
my mouth neared the valley of her ass my left hand moved toward the tunnel
of her love.  I licked her sweet crack as I penetrated her tunnel, two
fingers slipping inside her moistening region.

   "Ooh, baby," she moaned, "do it.  Lick my ass.  Put your finger in."
Taking her cue, I moved my right hand toward her vagina, slipping the two
fingers of my left hand from it.  Briefly she pouted, "oh," but soon two
fingers of my right hand were inside her prized hole.  And, the dripping
fingers of my left hand moved toward her ass hole.  First, I let my tongue
penetrate this quietly prized opening.

   With my tongue sated, my fingers, dripping with cunt juice, penetrated
Alyssa's back hole.  She cried out, "Yes!" I planted tiny wet kisses along
her spine as my fingers worked magic with her front and rear canals. 
"Kah-Rist!" Her orgasm was so powerful she was blasted off my fingers. 
Alyssa caught her self with an outstretched hand as she momentarily lost
her balance, falling to the floor softly but certainly.

   Regaining her senses, righting herself to a seated position on the
floor. And, turning to face me.  "Damn, Frank," she sputtered, admiring my
raging steel.  "How come you ain't got a wife?" she asked, crawling toward
me, wetting her lips with her tongue.  I dind't answer her question.  The
answer is too obvious .., too painful.  "SHit," taking my cock in her hand,
"d'u want one," swallowing my length.

   She sucked me VERY enthusiastically, desperate to "taste you," she todl
me.  I slowly moved her off my prick, bringing her tits to my mouth and my
hands to her ass.  "fuck, ooh," she maoned as I worked her rump cheeks and
suckled her tits.  She pushed me back, into a supine position on the bed
and took a postion on her side beside me.  Alyssa held my head against her
chest, breast feeding, as she stroked my cock gently.

   I suckled at one tit as my right hand fondled the other.  Alyssa spread
her legs slightly as my left hand worked toward her pussy.  When I touched
her folds she leaned toward my ear, whispering, "I want you inside me..,
bare.  I want you, cum in me."

   I rolled away from her tits, pulling my hands and lips from her.  She
climbed onto my cock, tweaking my nipples with her finger tips.  Alyssa
fondled her own tits and nipples as she rode my stick, purposefully.  I
reached for her, she leaned toward me.  I held her tightly as we kissed. 
My hands roamed over her ass and her back.  My fingertips massaged her
spine, she shivered slightly.

   As our breathing came quickly and became synchronized I rolled us over,
never removing my cock from her pussy.  On top of her my piston motion
became quick and deep.  Alyssa's hands roamed over my ass and she
alternately took one of my nipples in her mouth, suckling and licking.

   My scrotum drew tight, I was close.  Too close.  I forgot for the moment
I can't make a baby, I hesitated, ready to draw out.  Briefly, it crossed
my mind I'd already exposed myself to whatever STD she might be carrying.
And, as I began to draw out, I knew I was clean before I penetrated her
succulent treasure with my bare rod.  She pulled me into her, "No.  It's
okay.  Cum In Me."

   Fuck it.

   And, I did.

   Deeply and Thoroughly.

   "YES.  OH, FUK'n Yeah, 'lyssa." Relief washed off me, the tide from a
beach.  Ecstacy flooded Alyssa's face as it did mine.  We rolled onto our
sides, facing each other, still joined by my shot but slow to soften dick.

   We slept together naked.  My seed dripped from my flaexn member, coating
her thighs.

   In the morning she prepared pancakes and eggs for our breakfast,
fulfilling another of my long held wishes.

   It can't last.., it never does....
   12 April 2005 FrankW265

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