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Subject: {ASSM} The Deal
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Date: Sun, 07 Jan 2007 01:10:01 -0500
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The Deal

It was the early 1980s.  MTV.  Duran Duran.  Ronald Reagan had just won.
And I was a
college freshman away at a prestigious academic institution 300 miles from
home.  I had been pretty cool in high school.  Or at least thought I was.
Plenty of girls, underage drinking, a fast car.  Oh what a life.  But when I
got to college I was back at the bottom of the barrel.  Just another 18 year
old freshman.  A real no man's land.  Other freshman women weren't
interested in freshmen, preferring the suave upper class guys.

I met Donna at a party back home over fall break.  I was moping around the
house when a friend from high school suggested that we hit a party that a
lot of our friends were going to be at from the old days.  She was an
absolute knock out.  About 5-4, with dirty blonde hair to her shoulders (it
was the 80s!), cute perky little breasts that seemed just too hard, round,
and perfect, and an ass that was why blue jeans were invented.

But she was more than just a knock out.  Her sparkling green eyes lit up
when she talked to me.  She was intelligent, witty, and appreciated my sense
of humor.  We just sat and talked, with the party buzzing around us.  She
was a sophomore in high school -- I didn't know her because I had already
left for college before she transferred in.  Suddenly we realized that
everyone had either passed out or already left, and it was time for her to
go home.  I gave her a ride home, and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips
as she got out of the car that sent an electric jolt through my spine.  I
realized that if I was still in high school she wouldn't have paid attention
to me, and if she was in college it would have been even worse. Damn, I had
hit the situation just right!

I called her the next afternoon and she agreed to dinner and a movie that
night.  I showed up at her apartment at 6:00PM and was met by her mother at
the door.  My father once told me to look at a girl's mother, because that's
what she'll look like in 30 years.  Donna was a complete winner because
Kathryn was a breathtaking 32 year old mother.  Yes, do the math, she had a
child at a very early age.  Dad was a loser and out of the picture, and
Kathryn was raising this angel by herself.  After about 10 minutes of
conversation it appeared that Kathryn had decided that it was okay for me to
escort her daughter for the evening and that we'd be back by 11:30.

Dinner was at some sandwich shop, and during the movie she cuddled up to me.
I put my arm around her, but no further.  With about fifteen minutes left in
the movie, she started rubbing the inside of my right knee with short,
playful little strokes.  I had already been somewhat hard from the proximity
and the smell of her hair, but this brought things to full attention.  My
cock had already positioned itself in my right pant leg, and it had come to
full attention.

This is usually the part of the story where the author tells you about his
16 inch dick.  That's not the case with me.  On a good day it's eight
inches, but it's very thick.  Too thick for most women to get their mouth
around, and thick enough that it takes a lot of working to get inside.  It
can be rather useful, but it's also a hassle.  Many women are put off by it
if they've never seen one this big.

I could feel her tense when one of her playful strokes bumped the tip of my
cock about halfway down my thigh.  She clearly did not expect to run into
Mr. Happy.  Her hand came back very slowly and a finger traced a very gentle
line over the head and to the shaft.  She gave it a gentle squeeze and I
could sense a surprise that her hand would not reach around it.  She then
sat back in her seat and we watched the end of the movie.

The lights came on and people started to leave.  I sat there, pretending to
watch the credits.  What I was really trying to do was will my rock solid
erection down into something small enough that I could walk out of the
theatre.  She just looked at me playfully and said "I guess you really are
interested in the credits!"  I said "You've got a magic touch, and I find it
hard to leave."  "How about you meet me outside of the ladies' room?  That
should give you some time for your interest in the movie to subside."  After
a few minutes I struggled up, and if anyone was looking I'm sure they would
have sent the bulge I was sporting, but it probably wasn't as bad as I
thought it was at the time.

We got back to the car and I opened the passenger side door like a
gentleman.  As she got in, her hand brushed against Mr. Happy again.  It was
like an electric shock.  What little detumesce on the walk during cold fall
night had occurred was immediately nullified.  I was so hard it was painful
to sit down on the driver's side.

My car had a bench seat.  When I got in, she swiveled her back to me, hopped
into my lap, and said "Hold me."  I wrapped my arms around her waist and she
sighed.  She was wearing a pair of sheen, nylon pants.  Her perfect ass was
cuddled into my crotch, and my cock was fully hard again down the right leg
of my khaki's.  I gave her a little nibble on the ear, and she threw her
head back.  I started kissing her neck and my hands reached ever so slowly
for her breasts.  I could feel her nipples harden through her bra.  Her
breasts were on the small side, but very round -- just the way I've always
liked them.  Her nipples extended into long, hard nubs.  These weren't just
cute little buttons, they were very sensitive pegs. I rolled each nipple
between my fingers and her breathing was very hard.  She was really into it.
I started to reach under her blouse to get full access, and she grabbed by
wrist, holding it at her waist.  It was clear she didn't want more than a
dry fuck.  Damn. But being a gentleman, I was willing to wait.  My left hand
went back to her breast, and while kissing her neck I let my right hand
brush against her crotch.  That slight touch was like she had been
electrocuted.  She thrust her legs wide open and pushed out her pelvis, and
pushed my hand to her with her hand.

I remember thinking, Ok, this can be good.  I used my finger to gently trace
around the folds of her womanhood.  Her breathing was intense.  I got to the
top and pressed to find the nub and she exploded.  Really.  From just a
little heavy petting through her clothes she came as hard as I've ever seen
a woman come.  She was rocking back and forth, sliding her ass cheeks up and
down my cock through both our pants.  It wasn't going to be enough to get me
off, but the combination of her moans and violent thrashing about was pretty
good.  After a while, she subsided.

Then she just melted into me and said "I'm sorry, but I can't fuck you."

"Where did that come from?" I said.  "I know it's what you want.  It's what
I want.  But I made an agreement with my mother that I won't fuck until I'm
18.  This is the first time I've ever even touched a boy's prick.  Will you
wait for me?"

"Yes, I can wait.  But this hurts."  She turned back around and it was clear
she didn't know what I was talking about.  She ran her fingers across my
cock through my khakis and said "But I thought it felt good for guys to get
hard."

"Only when there's a release at the end.  Otherwise, it gets rather
uncomfortable." I said.

She stroked a few more times and said "You mean you don't want me to touch
this?" I breathed out hard.  "No, that's not what I mean."  Breathe.
Breathe.  "You could use your mouth."

Her eyes got big.  And then she said "Let's just see where we end up."

She undid my belt, unzipped my khakis, and pulled them down to my knees.
She pulled my briefs down and my cock stood up proudly, released from the
clothing prison it had been straining against all night.  She very
tentatively put her hand out and tried to wrap it around.  Not even close.
She looked up at me and said "Show me?"

I used both my hands and made a long stroke from the top down to the base,
and then back up to the top again.  She reached out and did the same thing.
Exquisite pleasure, but a little pain from lack of lubrication.

"Hold on, we're going to need some lubrication if you won't use your mouth."
I said.  She looked at me questioningly.  She really didn't know, but she
wanted to.  "I just want you to feel good" she said.  Then her eyes lit up
and she grabbed her purse from the back seat.  She squeezed out a gentle
squirt of hand lotion and gleefully rubbed her hands together in the lotion
and said "I'll bet this will work."

She may not have known what she was doing, but she was a quick learner.
After five quick trips and up down my shaft with those beautiful hands I
gasped "Oh God!"  She stopped and said "Are you going to cum?"  "Hell YES!"
She reached into her purse and grabbed a tissue. One hand held the tissue
over the tip of my cock, and the other slid up and down it furiously,  Two
months worth of needed to come, topped off by the entire evening, and I
gushed huge ropes.  Her tissue was pretty much destroyed and I ended up with
a thick gooey mess on my belly.  But at least it wasn't on her cloths or
hair.  I just kind of laid back and chuckled.  "Thank you."

She said "Thank you for being so understanding.  If you'll just let me go at
my own speed, I'll be glad to learn whatever you can teach me."  I brought
her back to her mother promptly at 11:00.

I went back to college and we made plans to go out during the Thanksgiving
break.  Lots of phone calls and letters.  We became rather close during this
time, although a long distance relationship was a bit heartbreaking.

The Friday after Thanksgiving I showed up at her apartment at 5:00PM.
Kathryn and I talked
for a long time.  She had lead an interesting life, picking up the pieces of
a failed young marriage and becoming a fast track professional  Around 7:00,
Kathryn announced that she had a date and would be going out until midnight.
What we were going to do?  I was about to mention a movie, but Donna said
"We're just going to hang here and watch MTV."  Kathryn gave Donna a
penetrating look, but then said "Ok kids, be good."  And she was gone.

She had an L-shaped couch in her living room, with a TV set positioned at
the end across from a coffee table.  We started off talking and watching
MTV, and then Donna said "My mother game me a birthday present last summer
I'd like to show you.  Stay here."  And she was off.

She was gone about 10 minutes and I had kind of forgotten why she had left.
I was into a video when she came back.  She pushed the coffee table back and
did a little curtsy.  "You like?"

She was wearing a full Japanese Kimono.  My first though was wow, she's
really cute, but could she have wrapped herself up in any more clothing?

"It's very comfortable.  Mom and I wear ours around the house quite a bit."
I said "Yeah, that's really cool."  I ran my hand along her side, and yes,
it was very silky and soft. But I had no idea what was going on.

She crawled up next to me on the couch and I hugged her tight as we watched
a video.  She positioned her ass to rub my crotch a bit, and I started
rubbing her breasts through the silk.  It was very nice, and I could feel
her responding.  And then I found out the advantage of a kimono.  I wasn't
even trying to reach in, and suddenly the front fell open and I had full
access to her breasts.  I hadn't even seen them before, and now I was gazing
at the two most perfect areola in the universe.  Dark brown against her
tanned skin, with protruding nipples.  No man could have resisted putting
his lips on them, and so I did.

With that maneuver the kimono fell completely open.  I didn't realize this
until my hand drifted down to massage her leg, hoping for more.  I reached
bare skin and traced a long, slow line up her inner thigh.

I think an alarm siren went off, lightening crashed, or the world just
exploded.  But in that split second I realized that she wasn't wearing
panties.  My finger traced her outer folds and she was sopping wet.  I mean
really, really wet.  I worked my way to her clit and she squirmed.  Then her
hand caught me by the wrist and she said "You understand that we're not
going to fuck?"  I nodded, though confused.  She then giggled "But I'll do
to you whatever you do to me!"

With that she slipped out of the kimono and was bare naked.  God, what a
sight.  She said "This doesn't seem very even." and took off my shoes, my
pants, my underwear, and my shirt.

She then laid down next to me, with her face in my crotch and the most
beautiful pussy in the world staring me in the face.  I dove in with gusto.

She tried to take me into her mouth, but couldn't get it in.  She then
started licking it like a lollipop.  I alternated plunging my tongue inside
her with sucking her clit.   At that young age I wasn't quite as good at
eating pussy as I thought, but it was enough to bring her to climax in a
minute or so.  She stopped licking me while she shuddered, but she wrapped
both hands around my shaft and let the waves of her climax power the
coordinated strokes up and down my shaft, still slick with her saliva.  If I
hadn't jerked off in the afternoon before the date I would have come.  Thank
God for jerking off.

Her climax had subsided and she was licking with gusto again.  One hand
gently kneaded my balls.  Wow, she was getting good.  I started licking
again.  I could feel her getting close, and I was getting close as well.
Coming together was going to be fun.  Life was good.

And then the lights slapped on.  "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"

We both sat up.  Kathryn had come home early, unannounced.  She was standing
in the middle of the living room, and neither of us had a stitch of clothing
on.  I sat back, waiting to see what happened.  "YOU GET THE FUCK TO YOUR
ROOM AND DON"T COME OUT!" she screamed at Donna.  Donna shrieked, grabbed
her kimono, and stormed off to her room.

That left me alone on the couch.  I wasn't wearing a thing.  I thought of
making a break for it, but to what end?  However Kathryn was going to handle
this is how it would work out.  I was in totally uncharted territory here.
I just looked at her and my cock sort of waived in the air, completely at
attention and still slick with her angel's saliva.

Kathryn just looked at me for about a minute.  She was thinking about
something.  Finally, she announced "My daughter is under age, and in this
state that's a felony.  I now control your life.  Unless you want to go to
prison, you will stay exactly where you are and you won't move a muscle.
Not one."  She then left the room.

Being young and foolish, I had no idea the felony thing was bullshit.  There
was only two years difference in our ages, and in that particular state it
was completely legal.  Heck, we could have gotten married.  But I didn't
know that, and I was fucking terrified.  I was pretty sure my life was over.
So that's why I didn't grab my trousers and make a break for it.

Kathryn was gone about 10 minutes.  I heard her go into Donna's room and
have a heated conversation.  I then heard her leave, do something in her
bedroom, get something out of the bathroom, make a stop in the kitchen, and
then march into the living room again.

She was wearing a white, fluffy bathrobe.  This was completely lost on me.
I was still sure she was about to call the cops.

"I can see that you're still quite hard.  That's an accomplishment.  I think
most men would have shriveled up into uselessness minutes ago.  Perhaps you
can pass the test."  Huh?  What the fuck was going on?

She placed a stack of bath towels, a large pump container of Jergen's Hand
Cream, and a small digital kitchen timer on the coffee table.

"Here's the deal.  If you can pass my test, your life will become quite
good.  If not, I will turn you into the police for felony child molestation
and your life will be over.  Are you willing to take the test?" she said.

"It doesn't sound like much of a choice." I replied.  "What do you have in
mind?"

"Well, for the first part of the test we're going to test your self control.
You clearly couldn't keep your hands off my daughter, so you probably won't
pass.  I'm setting this kitchen timer for 10 minutes."  Click click click.
"Here is my command.  No matter what, you may not come without my
permission."

Huh?

I was in a daze.  She sat down between my legs on the floor, pumped a
generous amount of hand lotion into the palm of her hand, and procedure to
pump my cock with both hands.

I was pretty close from my time with Donna on the couch, but that felt like
ages ago.  I had to concentrate hard not to come.  While Donna was young,
energetic, but inexperienced, her mother knew what she was doing.  Damn she
was good.  Two hands together all the way down and then back up.
Sloooowwlly, then fast fast fast.  One hand alternating with the other.  A
finger massaged my prostate from the outside.  I was as hard as rolled
steel.  All I could think was No, No, No.

I glanced at the kitchen timer.  It was down to 3 minutes.  She saw what I
was doing and stopped for a second, then while using her thumb and
forefinger to trace a gentle circle around the base of the head of my cock
she said "The timer means nothing.  Don't come when it goes off.  You have
to wait for my permission."  I just turned my head back and closed my eyes
and her torture continued.  With a minute to go she started with both hands,
up and down the entire length, very fast.  With 20 seconds she concentrated
at high speed on just the head.  Then the timer buzzed and she stopped.

She said "Was that good?"  I whimpered.

She said "Do you want to come?"  I whimpered again and nodded.

She applied another dollop of hand cream to her palm, and gently started
stroking just the head and foreskin of my cock and said "Ok, you've been
good.  You can come."

I moaned loudly and arched my hips.  She opened her robe to reveal a giant
rack.  Just like her daughter's, but her breasts were large and round.  She
pulled my cock to her chest and I shot ropes and ropes of thick gooey cum
all over her chest.  She laughed.

I collapsed.  She gave me a minute or so to come to my senses.

"Well, it's clear you can control yourself, so we'll have no need of the
criminal justice system."  She chuckled.  "If you'd like, you can just leave
now.  You won't be seeing my daughter again, and you can just stay out of
our lives.  Or you can take the next two parts of my test and we'll see what
happens."

"What's the test?"  I said.

"I'll tell you once you agree to take it." she replied.

"What do I get if I pass?"  I asked.

"The best deal a horny 18 year ever got.  But you have to agree first." she
said.

"Ok, it can't be any worse than what you just did." I said.

"It's going to be different.  The first test was one of stamina.  You
clearly can keep it up.  And you're well endowed.  But the next test will
require skill."

She set the kitchen timer and placed it back on the coffee table.  She
opened up her robe, laid back on the couch, and said "You have ten minutes
to make me come.  Get to work."

I dove right in.  Normally I would have worked my way to the critical parts,
but with the timer working and the heavy musky smell in the room, and I
could tell I needed to have my nose in her pussy. A woman than can get wet
from giving a hand job is a beautiful thing, and Kathryn was plenty wet.  I
started licking at her labia, then thrust my tongue inside her.  I fingered
her clit while licking her pussy lips.  I licked and sucked her clit while
working a finger into her hole.  Then two fingers.  Then three.  Wow, she
was pretty big down here.  I thought of slamming my cock into her without
having to slowly work it in as with every other woman I had been with.  A
fourth finger made its way in.  I glanced at the timer - 1 minute left.  I
rotated my hand.  In my old age I now realize that I had found her g-spot,
but I didn't know about that then.  I just knew that I could feel her start
to quiver ever so little when I moved my hand like that.  I sucked hard on
her clit and rubbed the same spot again.

"OHHH!!" she screamed and started bucking.  On queue, the kitchen timer
alarm went off.  I thumbed her clit with the rest of my fingers fucking her.
She came hard and collapsed backwards.  I leaned down and gently kissed her
clit and then sat back.

After a minute or so she collected herself and said "Ok, you've passed test
number two.  And I see you've passed the third test -- being able to get
back to rock hardness in ten minutes."

She was right, I was fully at attention again.  And I didn't realize that
was part of the test.

"A man that can get hard from eating pussy, and doing it well, is something
to behold.  So here's my deal.  I'm going to let you continue to date my
daughter, but you're done touching her.  You can kiss and make out as much
as you like, and you can rub each other, but your clothes stay on.  I don't
want her ruining her life with a teen pregnancy like I did mine.  And you
aren't going to dump her, you'll be a perfect gentleman and the ideal
boyfriend until she's 18.  In return, periodically you and I will get
together for a good fuck."

I thought about it.  It seemed like a pretty good deal, but I had visions of
only getting laid a few times over the next few years (even though they'd be
mind blowing experiences) with a lot of dry fucking.

"I've got a better idea.  We'll go double or nothing.  I'll fuck you right
now, and the first person to come looses.  If you loose, then we do your
deal except that I can fuck you whenever I want.  If I loose, you never have
to touch me again."

She had an evil grin and said "Little boy, you can't possible win this.  But
give it your best shot."

She laid back and spread her legs with an self satisfied look on her face.
I placed my cock at the lips of her pussy, and with no warning and no easing
slammed it in.  "uuuhoohh" she said.  It went in quite easily.  I had never
had that experience.  I ended up hilt deep, with a wonderfully sloshing
noise as it went in.  I started to withdraw for some serious pumping when a
vise grabbed my member.  She was amazing.  Her sloppy, wet pussy turned into
a tight fitting glove.  I gyrated my hips back and forth and had to work
hard just to get friction against her.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.  I pumped furiously.  I got one
hand on her ass and kneaded, she did the same to me.  I worked the other
hand in front and brushed her clit with my thumb.  She bit down hard on a
nipple.  That was a new one, I froze at the exquisite pain and jolt it sent
through my body.  Before I realized what had happened, her hand on my ass
had slipped a finger into my anus and was milking my prostate.

I pumped harder.  I fingered her clit for all I could.  She was close, I was
closer.  She was going to win.  There was no stopping it.  Her face was
screwed up in concentration to keep her orgasm away.  It would be far easier
for her to hold out than me.

My body quivered and I collapsed into her, breathing heavily.  I laid there
for 30 seconds, still inside her, still hard as a rock.

I leaned back gently and started rubbing her clit again.  She came hard.
Her hips thrashed about with me still in her.

Her climax subsided and she laid back with a grin and said "I'm sorry you
lost.  It would have been a great arrangement."

"I didn't lose." I said.

"I felt you come.  You lost.  I didn't come until after you did." She said.

I withdraw my cock from her pussy and straddled her hips, the head of my
cock positioned over her bountiful chest.  "I never came.  I faked it.
See?"  I stroked myself with her wetness and came.  Sploosh.  Sploosh. On
her breasts.  In her face.  In her hair.  She closed her eyes and said
"Stop!" and got it in her mouth.  She grabbed my cock and stroked it into
her breasts, extracting several more spurts.

"Ok, you win." she said.

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