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Subject: {ASSM} Bus Monitor 4
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Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 14:12:32 -0500
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Bus Monitor 4
 
    Waking up Sunday  morning.  Already dreading the day off, wondering 
what might be the total  of calls the totals of teenage boys, calling at my 
house.  My fingers  gingerly touching my bruised and raw labia.  Thinking how I 
wasn't this  sore when I lost my virginity; but these boys were not very 
patient or  experienced.  So many strokes jabbing against my tender inner 
thighs, or  the swollen lips.  Moaning as I feel my nipples still hard.  
Wondering  if I was just playing with myself in my sleep or if they really are as 
aroused  as they feel.  Just touching the long hard nubs, making me wince 
with pain  and pleasure. 
    Feeling a queasiness  in my stomach, wondering when I last had 
something to eat.  Most likely on  Friday night.  Padding as I did the morning 
before to the bathroom and  thermostat.  Then to the kitchen as I belt my robe 
around my waist.   Making the pot of coffee I forgot to prepare last night.  
Anticipating that  first and second cup of so needed coffee.  Again wondering 
as I sit at the  window, looking at the snow swirling around chased by the 
blustery wind, will  this storm keep the boys away.  Not even sure why they 
would pick me as  their target, as their.......what would be the 
word........their fixation, their  victim, their slut.  Not having thought of myself in 
those terms in a very  long time; but "slut" seems to fit the bill.  
Knowing that as much as they  have fixed on me, as a sexual object, I have certain 
feelings that they have  awaken.
    Finding myself  with my cell phone in my hand.  My fingers shaking as I 
bring up the  pictures from my past encounters with this "gang" of boys.  
Slowly  shuffling through the growing deck of pictures my thighs squeezing  
as I  feel my labia engorging with blood, swelling and making me 
uncomfortable with my  obvious need.  Shifting and sliding a finger between my legs, 
finger pad  rubbing gently at the hidden button in my folds.  Then rubbing 
harder as  the pearl swells and is uncovered from the hiding/protecting hood.  
My legs  trapping my fingers as my other hand continues to peruse the 
pictures.   Eyes closing and leaning back the chair as I feel my body shaking with 
a  contraction, as spasm of release.  My breath whistling from my pursed  
lips. Feeling the  creme coating my fingers and thighs as it oozes out of the 
skanky  hole.
    Sitting back eyes closed for a long  minute, then opening my eyes to 
the dazzling display of snow falling from the  sky, outlined by my window.  A 
pristine world covered with a layer of white  virgin snow.  Laughing to 
myself, at myself as I think on "virgin".   Even the boys are not virgin when 
they leave this "old whores" house.   Fingers again on my cell phone, finding 
pictures from yesterday evening now  added to the growing gallery on my 
phone.  Not even sure when they were  taken; but obvious in a number as to the 
woman is.  Sitting with a hopeless  expression on my face, as I open a 
picture from Todd.  How sweet,   "Thinking of you."  And a picture of his hard, 
not overly impressive  cock.  This is my life now, thinking to myself, an 
electronic harlot for  teenage boys.
    Trying to decide if I should contact  Susan and letting her know of the 
further developments.  The added pictures  and sex, the actual boys in 
daylight, most likely the ones who raped me on the  bus.  And in spite of the 
rape and torment by the boys, the fact that I am  enjoying the sex.  Shaking 
my head as I try to decide whether to leave that  part in the message.  
Finally sending the text message and the  images. 
    The first set of pictures, definitely  unwilling participant.  The 
second seeming to be unwilling.  The third  set, my hands free and touching, my 
legs grasping the waist of the boy in my  cunt, seemingly pulling him tight 
to my humid, steamy opening.
    Making my second pot of coffee and  changing to a simple plaid house 
dress and panties.  Cranking up the vacuum  and dragging it room to room as I 
do the monthly cleaning.  Working on the  stains on the sofa and floor, 
happy to see that they are unnoticeable now.   Straightening out the cushions 
and room in general.  Feeling almost like a  homemaker as I work from room to 
room. 
    Enjoying the simple pleasure of being  able to stay inside as the snow 
continues to grow in they yard and street.   Just one set of tire tracks 
marring the covering up white from yard to  road.  No plow going to hit this 
for awhile.  Judging the snow to be  at least four inches now.  I guess the 
maybe storm is the probable one  now.  Good thing tomorrow is a holiday, good 
old Marin Luther King.   Will give me a chance to shovel and blow the snow 
at my leisure before having to  go to work.
    Curled up comfortably with a nice hot  chocolate with lots of melting 
whip cream as I look out at the flakes touching  the window and melting into 
wet rivulets.  A book forgotten for the moment  on my lap.  Cell phone to 
the side, Susan sending a brief text in response  to mine, "hang in their 
love, talk to you on Tuesday." 
    Wondering to myself what Susan's  advice will be about this unfolding 
story.  Will she tell me enough, end  it.  Or will she see that it is not as 
easy to end as one might  think?  Hands wrapped around the warm mug as I let 
my mind enjoy this  moment in time.  Not thinking of the recent past or the 
near future, just  this moment in the present and each following moment a 
beat after the  last.
    The notes of Bohemian Rhapsody  pulling me from the revelry of my 
thoughts to the harsh reality of life, as I  look down at my phone.  Seeing the 
picture fill the small screen.  "Be  at your back door in a couple of 
minutes."  Feeling tears welling in my  eyes as I look dumbly down at the words.  
The mug rattling as I set it down  on the end table.  The pounding in my head 
as savage as the waves wracking  the CT shoreline on a stormy day.  Trying 
to grab a breath of air; but my  chest tight as I look out into the snow.  
Then realizing that I won't see  them there.  Feet sliding from underneath me 
as I unthinking tuck my feet  into my slippers.  Walking numbly to the 
kitchen and looking out the back  door into the snow filled yard.  Seeing the 
boys appearing from the woods  behind me, like the baseball players from A 
Field of Dreams, appearing from the  cornfield.  Three, coated with snow as 
they trudge across the yard and to  the steps of the porch.  Hearing them 
stamping their feet on the porch, a  white outline of snow around each foot.
    Automatically, opening the door without them knocking,  standing there 
feeling the cold wind blowing through the screens of the porch,  funneling 
into the kitchen like a cold wind tunnel.  Looking at the boys as  they pull 
off their hats and coats.  "Please take your shoes off in the  kitchen."  
Watching as the boys each stepped out of his footwear and placed  it on the 
mat. 
    "Can I make you something hot?"  The shortest of the  boys laughing, 
"sure momma you can give me something hot.  You look pretty  much like what I 
want."  The other boys, speechless and looking to each  other. 
    " I meant something to drink.  Cocoa or tea or  coffee?"  The kitchen 
cold from the clothing of the boys, while I feel a  hot flush under the top 
of my house dress, as I think on the boy's words.   Not as if I thought this 
was a social call.  Let me take your coats.   Draping them on the backs of 
the kitchen chairs, taking their hats and gloves  and bending over to place 
them in front of the dining room heating vent.   "Yummy."  The shorter boy 
again taking me from a doting mom to an object of  sexual gratification.  
Realizing how much my skirt must have hiked up the  back of my thighs as I bent 
at the waist to place the clothing down.   Turning and walking back to the 
kitchen, brushing past the boys.  "May I  have some hot cocoa?"  Looking at 
the boy, tall, slender and polite.   "Of course," as I heat up the milk.  
Taking out foour mugs and mixing  the soft fine powder.  Hearing the boys in 
the living room, as I prepare a  tray for the warm refreshment.  The shorter 
boy, definitely being the more  dominant of the three.  The other two 
speaking softly, subdued,  nervous.  I have recognized the two taller boys from  
school. 
    Nervous, I am as nervous as a school girl,  thinking of the boys in the 
next room.  Knowing what they want, scared of  giving it to them.  Not sure 
how to refuse.  Feeling, so very  helpless, something I have not been use 
to feeling in the recent past.   Feeling like that teenage girls of 20 plus 
years ago.  Not knowing how to  refuse, to say no.  Feeling responsible and 
guilty that these boys want  something, something sexual from me.  My nipples 
throbbing under the light  house dress.  My lower lips expanding under the 
dress and panties.   Holding onto the counter for a moment as I take deep 
breaths.
    Then  starting to turn, as I hear a sound behind me, my hips being held 
in place by  the strong grip of the shorter boy.  Stopping my movement, as 
I feel one  hand move from my hip and lift my dress from behind.  The hand 
on my hips,  sliding upwards and pushing me forward, till I am leaning 
against the countertop  of the sink.  My eyes closing as I feel his hand pulling 
at my panties,  "stay there."  His words holding me in place as he steps 
forward, pushing  the panties down my legs, feeling him moving my legs apart as 
I step out of one  of the legs of my undergarment.
    Moaning as I feel his fingers sliding  between my thighs from behind, 
touching the pouting lips and feeling the  moisture gathered at the inside.  
"You want me fat cock, don't you  bitch?"  His words stinging my ears as his 
thick fingers probe deeper,  feeling the slick warm walls.  My lower body 
trembling as he pushes  deeper.  Leaning into the basin of the sink and 
moaning loudly as I feel  the shame washing over me.  His foot kicking inside my 
ankles, moving my  feet further apart.  Then hearing the soft "whisk" of his 
zipper being slid  down.  The cold from his clothes chilling the back of my 
thighs and ass  cheeks, and then a shiver as they touch my body, the 
contrast of the cold  clothing on my skin and then the warm pulsing shaft pressing 
between my legs,  pressing against me warm pussy lips.  Gasping loudly as I 
feel the cock  pressing into my tunnel entrance.  Rolling his hips and 
pushing the cock  further into the entrance, feeling my walls expanding as the 
fat girth pushes  them apart.  My hands reaching to grab the window sill 
above the sink as he  jerks and more of his fat cock fills my puss.  Already my 
walls squeezing  around the warm pulsing meat.  Grunting as he buries the 
fat cock.  My  legs trembling as my walls squeeze, and then again as he holds 
in warm  tunnel.  Hearing his laughter as he knows.  Again my cunt pressing  
around his shaft.  My nipples aching with need as they sway gently under my 
 body on my small almost conical breasts.
    Screaming in surprise, as he still  holds his body still spearing my 
pussy, his hand slapping hard on my left ass  cheek.  My body jerking and 
squeezing on his cock.  The warmth of the  sting fading and then another slap 
and another.  My whole body shaking as I  stand leaning over with his fat cock 
jammed in my cunt.  Nipples throbbing  as they jiggle with each slap to my 
ass.  Eyes tearing with humiliation and  shame as I feel my core giving vent 
to a small spasm.  Hissing as the creme  flows from my walls, coating his 
cock  with my lubrication.  Trying to  keep still, feeling the cock pulsing 
in my tunnel.  Then finally feeling  him gripping my hips, and pulling back 
and then slamming into me from  behind.  The walls expanding and contracting 
as he pistons his thick organ  into my vagina.  My moans merging with 
whimpers as I feel myself cumming  again on his cock.  Walls clenching at his 
thick cock, my hips shaking  spastically as I stand helplessly pushing back to 
his cock.
    His  cock filling my pussy for long minutes, and then feeling his cock 
expanding in  my tunnel.  The hot spurts of his jism, his seed, looking for 
an egg to  fertilize.  Finally laying against the counter, my breasts split 
by the  double basin, my body spasming again, as spastic jerking of my hips, 
rubs my  throbbing clitoris against the countertop.  Feeling his cum and my 
creme  sliding from my pulsing cunt walls.  Coating my labia and thighs 
with the  mixed creme.  Moaning with loss as I feel the cock pull free with a 
soft  wet plop.  Slowly, almost comically, my body sliding down from the 
sink,  till I am kneeling/leaning slumped against the lower sink cabinet doors.  
 Looking up at the still hard shiny ebony cock.  Seeing it coated with his  
cum and mind.  Not overly long; but obscenely thick.
    Watching as he reaches down and pulls  me to a kneeling position. 
Forcing my lips and tongue to clean the slime from  his cock.  Holding my hair 
tight, as I lick at the thick monster.   Catching a last drop as it oozes from 
his stretched pee hole.  Looking up  at his eyes, at the wolfish smile.  
Feeling the strength in his short wide  body as I kneel like a piece of white 
trash at the feet of this black god.   This boy I recognize for sure.  This 
was the black boy from the bus.   He may be a boy in age; but his cock was 
that of a abnormal man.  "Now  bring us some hot chocolate bitch."  His hand 
releasing his grip on my hair  and as he steps away, I see the other two 
boys in the kitchen doorway.   Grabbing a my panties and a dishtowel and 
dabbing at the thick globs  of cum sliding from my gapping pussy.  Afraid to look 
up and see the boys  looking down at me.  Then as the torrent of seed slows, 
cleaning the small  white puddle, not from melting snow, from the tiled 
floor.
    Pulling myself up and fixing the hot  drinks.  Taking a an of whipped 
cream from the refrigerator and carrying  the tray to the boys sitting on the 
sofa.  Placing it on the coffee table  and handing a mug to each boy, 
offering them a shot of the canned cream.   Then taking my mug and starting to 
stand up to carry it to my easy  chair.
    "Kneel.  No one told you to  stand or sit."  Obediently falling back to 
my knees, and watching as the  short black boy, reaches over and undoes the 
top button of my house dress, then  the next.  "Open it all the way."  
Fumbling with the buttons and then  sitting on the backs of my legs, the dress 
falling open to expose the front of  my naked body.  The boys sipping their 
hot cocoa and looking at my hard  jutting nipples and bare pouty pussy lips.  
My chest heaving in spite of my  attempt at control.  Even with clothes on, 
I could see the bulges in the  pants of all three boys.  Not sure how they 
can find a not so pretty middle  aged woman so stimulating.  Especially one 
that is so slutty.
    "May I  touch?"  Surprised out of my revelry by the soft intonation as 
the tall  slender brown haired boy looks into my eyes and down to my chest.  
Putting  my cup down, and then walking on my knees to kneel in front of 
him.   Offering my body to his touch, to his scrutiny.  Hearing the black boy  
laughing with disdain, as I reach and take the cup from the white boy's 
slightly  trembling hands and place it on the tray.  Then lifting his hands and  
placing them on my small breasts. Feeling his warm sweaty palms resting  
against my aching nipples.  Moaning as they quiver as they are pressed and  
then close to squeeze the soft breast meat.  His fingers working slowly as  he 
rolls and pinching and pulls on the hard nipples.  My eyes closing as I  
feel the pleasure throbbing with each touch of his fingers.  Moaning as he  
continues to fondle the oh so sensitive tissue.  Then feeling my lower body  
spasming as the touch becomes too much for my sensory nerve ending to  
handle. 
    My  hand moving to rest on his knees and then slide up his thighs.  
Fingers  pulling at his belt buckle and then the snap and zipper.  Feeling his  
stomach tightening as my finger brush the hairless flesh.  Then urging him  
to lift as I pull his pants down his legs.  His hands working my nipples  
the whole time.  His cock making a tent of his shorts and springing free as  
I pull them over his hips.  A long slender white shafted, dark mushroomed  
headed cock.  Pulsing as my fingers brush the shaft.  Watching it  jerk, the 
head swelling more.  Then pushing up on my legs to lean over and  touch my 
lips to the gland.  Hearing his soft moan and his body jerking at  the touch 
of my lips and fingers.  Then my mouth engulfing the cock head  and sliding 
down the shaft.  Tongue moving restlessly around the shaft as I  take all of 
it into my mouth with little discomfort.  Bobbing my head up  and down, 
feeling the almost smooth shaft, with the distended veins.  The  ball sack 
jerking against my chin as I deep throat the cock.  The smooth  belly, smelling 
of soap as I feel it against my cheeks and face.
    Moving  my head up and letting the shaft pop free as I feel his body 
tensing.   "Relax."  Waiting for him to calm down with no touches of any of my 
body,  other then holding his hands in mine.  Then after a long minute, 
standing  and pulling him from the sofa.  Leading him to the foot stool,"sit."  
 Then standing over him and straddling his body.  Slowly lowering myself  
onto his hard cock.  Sitting on his lap facing him, my warm slick cunt  walls 
enveloping his shaft.  Covering it like a glove on a hand and letting  him 
feel the muscles as I kegel on the hard boy cock.  Watching his face  for 
reaction, then stopping.  Holding him still, my pussy walls  relaxing.  Then 
using my feet to push myself up and down on his hard  shaft.  Hearing his 
expulsions of breath as I milk his cock.  Riding  it slowly and feeling it 
expanding in my cunt as he shoots his seed up into my  cunt.  Coating the walls 
and the entrance to my womb with his fertile  sperm.  My body now spasming 
as I push down onto his crotch, clenching on  the spewing cock.  Milking it 
with my pulsing walls.  Laying my head  against  his as I moan softly into 
his ear.  Feeling his cock  softening and slipping to the entrance of my 
pussy.  Then sliding out as I  push up off of his body.  A puddle of cum forming 
around his ball  sack.   Sliding to my knees and licking at the puddle of 
cum, cleaning  his cock and thighs and ball sack of mine and his scum.  Almost 
giggling as  I feel his cock twitching as my cheek and tongue press against 
it.
    Turning on my knees and knee walking  to the third boy, seeing his eyes 
go large as I approach.  Looking up at  him, seeing the fear in his eyes.  
Taking back the question I almost asked  him.  Undoing his pants as I did 
the other white boy.  Then sliding  them down his legs helping him to stand 
and then sliding the open dress off of  my body and laying down on the sofa, 
legs spread, inviting and slimy with  cum.  "Come, make me feel good."  
Reaching and pulling his hand,  drawing him to me.  Seeing his boy cock bobbing 
as I pull him to lay  between my legs.  Feeling his cock sliding to my pussy 
lips and then using  my hand, holding the mushroom head to my entrance.  
Pulling him into my  pussy.  Feeling him lift and pull free and then settle 
between my legs,  fucking in a slow steady rhythm.  His cock spewing in less 
then a  minute as I watch his face.  Seeing the concentration of his attempt 
to  contain his ejaculation.  Then feeling more semen trickling down my pussy 
 lips to my thighs and nether cheeks.  The boy standing and stepping  away. 
 Eyes looking at my open pussy.
    The  moment not to last as the black boy, quickly moves between my 
legs.  His  thick cock already buried to the hilt in my squishy pussy.  Humping 
hard  and quick, grunting with his effort.  A small hiccup of sound from my 
lips  as his cock buries its length.  Feeling his body tensing and emptying 
much  quicker then the first time.  A very wet sound as his cock pops out of 
my  cunt like a cork from a bottle.  Feeling him move and offer his slick 
cock  to my lips.  Looking up at him and cleaning the scum of his and his 
friends  cock from his thick shaft.  Seeing his look of triumph as he turns to 
the  other boys.  "See.  That what a bitch is used for......to give you  
relief and then clean up afterwards."
    "Jamal.  Show some respect."  Both boys nodding  agreement.  "What the 
fuck do you guys know about women?  You were  both virgins before her.  Now 
you have a fuck toy."  Jamal not caring  what I hear.  Not caring that I 
have feelings.  Looking from one to  the other as they bandy the words back and 
forth.  Jamal getting more  pissed as the other boys disagreed with his 
assessment.  "Well fuck you  guys.  My dad is picking me up soon, you are on 
your own."  Jamal  pulling his clothes back on and putting his shoes on and 
sitting on the  sofa.  "What about the other boys, how will they get home?"  
Standing  in front of him naked, waiting on his answer. 
    "That's not my problem, you take them home."  Refusing  to say anymore, 
looking at his cell phone and finally standing up and walking  out the 
front door.  Looking out the window and seeing a canary yellow  hummer.  The boy 
sinking into snow with each step as he runs to the  vehicle.
    Buttoning my dress as I watch Jamal, seeing the window slide  down and 
a man lean out the window, leering as he looks at the window.   Stepping 
back and watching Jamal slide into the passenger side and the hummer  spin 
wheels as it pulled through the deepening snow and breaking the crust of  sleet 
forming on top.
    Turning back and seeing the boys dressed behind me.  "I  am sorry that 
you lost your ride.  Who can pick you up?"  Thinking as  I say the words, 
how it will be difficult to explain to their parents why they  are needing a 
ride from my house, when Jamal was supposed to provide  one.
    The  boys not saying anything, but looking lost.  "Hey.  Here's what 
you  do.  I don't want to drive in this till the plows come through, which 
will  be sometime after it stops.  Most likely tomorrow."
    "Tell  your parents you are staying with a friend tonight and I will 
drive you home  tomorrow.  Make it believable and give them my number so that 
they can  contact me if they need something."
    After  a couple of reassuring conversations to the mom's, everything is 
settled for the  night.  A meal of spagetti and meatballs and garlic bread. 
 A couple  of glass of chianti for me and the boys retiring to the living 
room and watching  TV.  A spare room with a couple of futons their bedroom 
for the  night.  The conversation very desultory not touching on any subject 
close  to sex or what happened here today.  The boys both shy and quiet, 
drawing  them out slowly.  Learning the names of the different boys and that 
they  are all members of the winter track team. 
    Being  a mother now and feeling like a parent, not the slut of a few 
hours ago.   The boys respectful, even though I could feel their eyes moving 
to me as I sat  in the living room with my laptop computer as they watched a 
series of horror  movies.  Rob Zombie being a favorite of theirs and amazed 
at my having his  movies.  House of a  Thousand Corpses.  The  Devil's 
Rejects.  And Rob Zombies remake of Halloween.  Wondering to  myself if maybe I 
should have let them see some other movies.  They did  have sexual content 
and nudity; but I felt that after today, I don't think they  are being 
corrupted.  Coke and buttered popcorn helping them to loosen up  and almost forget 
me in the room.  Almost.
    My  suggestion of a shower for them not getting a great response; 
however  reluctantly they agreed.  Providing them with a clean terrycloth robe  
each.  Smiling shyly as I tell them I don't have a change of underwear for  
them.  Seeing them smile; but not responding otherwise.  Not having  any cloth
ing that might be suitable to the boys. 
    Excusing myself after they finished their showers and taking  one 
myself, feeling the hot spraying water relieving the tension, taking away  the 
ache from my nipples and the slightly swollen ache between my legs.   Toweling 
myself clean, smelling of the fragrance of flowers, rather then of  sex.  
Pulling a simple white shift over my head and then belting my robe as  I walk 
from the bathroom. 
    Hearing the cessation of a whispered conversation as I walk  back to 
the darkened living room.  Not paying attention to the boys as I  look out the 
window at the still falling flakes of snow.  Thankful that the  temperature 
dropped and the sleet had ceased.
    Then  turning to the boys, seeing their eyes going to the TV again, 
catching them  looking at me.  "Can I get you anything before I go to bed?"  
Showing  the concern of a mom, even if I never had a son myself.  The air 
charged  with the unsaid and the memories of a few short hours ago.  The boys  
shaking their heads.  "Goodnight then."  Smiling wryly.  "Don't  stay up too 
late boys."
    "Good  night, Ms Rust."  The boys chiming together.  Wondering to 
myself how  these boys had become involved in my rape and use.  Teenagers 
discovering  their hormones and peer pressure.  Walking to the kitchen and filling 
a  tall glass with ice cubes, then to the den and bringing a bottle of 
single malt  scotch into my bedroom.  Returning to get my laptop computer from 
the  living room.  Then closing the door to my room and laying on my bed,  
checking the local weather and writing and reading emails.  Not in the mood  to 
visit a chat room this night.  Sipping the scotch as drift from room to  
room, listening but not in the mood to play.
    Then  turning off the light and sitting looking out the window at the 
falling  slow.  Trying to figure out how I have come to this stage of my 
life.   Wondering what I have become, how sick I am.  The initial rape not my  
fault; but each following event becoming more my acceptance and  
responsibility.  Even thinking on this, I can feel my body  responding.  Finishing the 
first tall glass and adding more scotch to the  melted ice cubes and then the 
second glass.  Feeling a nice glow as I slide  off the bed and take off my 
robe and then my night gown.  Slipping under  the covers, feeling the 
delicious coolness of the sheets warming to my  body.  Stretching in the queen 
size bed, feeling the muscles taunt and then  into a fetal position as snuggle 
to the pillow.  Laying sleepless as I  ponder the events of this day.  
Hearing the TV being shut off and then the  footsteps leading to the spare room 
upstairs. 
    Sighing as I slide out of bed and fix myself another long  tall scotch. 
 Knowing that I have had more then I need for this day; but  the warmth 
settling in my tummy.  Pulling on my robe and walking out to the  living room 
with my drink.  From the doorway of the dining room, looking  into the 
darkened living room, seeing the outline of one of the boys, looking  out into the 
night. As I watch and listen, I hear a low sobbing, the  boy's shoulders 
moving in his dark silhouette again the whiteness of  the still falling snow. 
    Setting my drink on the sideboard and  padding silently to stand behind 
the boy, my arms reaching out and encircling  his waist, holding him to me 
as I whisper in his ear.  "Now, now everything  will be okay."  My voice 
soft and soothing..  "What is wrong  Terry?"  Recognizing the boy by his 
height, almost as tall as  me. 
    "What  we did was wrong, and it is wrong."  His voice low and broken as 
he lets  his guilt vent itself.  "You are a very nice lady, we were a bit 
high and  you showed up and we knew that you would come back to the bus.  We  
knew."  His sobs louder as I spin him around and pull his to me.  My  hands 
rubbing up and down his back.  His face buried against my shoulder,  his 
sobbing muffled by my robe.  "It is okay Terry."  My hand moving  up and 
wiping warm tears from his face.  Feeling others falling onto my  chest.  
Squeezing him tight to me, protectively.  Holding this youth  in his time of need 
for a parent.  "we didn't mean to hurt you Ms  Rust.  We really didn't."  
Looking out past him to the pristine  whiteness of the night.  Leaning and 
kissing his forehead with my lips as I  rock gently with him against me.  
Thinking to myself, how often we do and  cause things we don't mean to happen.
    Feeling my loneliness welling up as I hold him to me  protectively.  
Eyes welling with tears as kiss his forehead again.   The lessons of youth, 
some are easy and some are hard and some are indelibly  hard.  My hand sliding 
from around his back and taking one of his.   Leading him to the dining 
room and the short internal hallway and then guiding  him into my bedroom.  
Feeling his reluctance in the doorway.  "I will  just hold you Terry as your 
mother did on those stormy lightning filled  nights."  Guiding him to the side 
of the bed and undoing the tie of his  robe and sliding it off of his body. 
 Seeing the long slender limbs and  torso in the light from the clock and 
TV box.  The boy naked and trembling  as I pull the covers back, and ease him 
into the bed.  Sliding off my own  robe as I look down at him.  So young, 
so vulnerable, so lovely with the  dull light outlining his features.  
Standing naked as the robe slides to  the floor and climbing onto the bed next to 
him.  Pulling adjusting the  covers over us.  And then pulling his head to 
my shoulder. Holding him  to me as I brush his hair back and wipe the tears 
from his eyes.  His  sobbing after long minutes falling into a steady 
breathing as he sleeps  peacefully in my arms.
    Tracing the soft contours of his face with my finger pad as I  watching 
him as his breathing steadies.  Feeling the warm expulsion of air  across 
my face and chest with each of his breaths.  Wondering what it would  have 
been like to have a boy as a child.  Would he have come to me in need,  for 
protection, to soothe his aches and pains of body and soul.
    Easing  myself from under his body, and climbing from the bed, walking 
naked to the  thermostat and turning it up to daytime temperature.  Feeling 
the coolness  of the house caress my naked flesh as I walk to the living 
room, picking up my  drink and curling up in my chair to look out the window.  
Feeling tears  sliding down my face as I watch the same scene as Terry did 
with unseeing  eyes.  Sipping the drink as I pull a throw around me.  
Shivering  deliciously as I snuggle deeper into the chair.  The warmth and comfort 
of  my good friend Mr Scotch, easing the feeling of loneliness for the  
moment.
    My  fingers caressing my nipples, trembling with the pleasure of my 
touch.   Fingers so knowing as to where to touch and how.  Setting my glass on 
the  end table and stretching my legs out and spreading them as my fingers 
move down  the slight round of my mound.  Eyes closed as they rub gently over 
the  ridges of my labia and then back.  Thumbs working into the folds and  
pressing against my hidden pearl.  Waking it from its sleep, feeling it  
swelling with each pass of my fingers.  Fingers firmly working over the  
sensitive flesh, no gentle caress.  Hearing the wetness of my pussy lips as  the 
fingers slide into my groove.  The scent strong as I sit in the  darkness as 
I have done so many nights and give in to my dreams and passions and  needs 
with my fingers and with my mind.  Biting my lower lip to keep from  moaning 
as the fingers work the warm wet flesh of my walls.  My eyes  fluttering 
behind my eyelids as the need grows.  My nails now being dragged  over the 
raised bump of my clitoris.  Body jerking as just the beginning of  each touch. 
 The small bump like the crater of a volcano, just awaiting to  erupt.  In 
spite of myself, hissing and moaning softly in the darkness as  my need 
builds and builds.  Not letting it climax, just fanning the flames,  keeping it 
to a smoldering need.
    My  body jerking as my arms brush against my aching nipples.  Trying to 
be  careful not to let them be the cause of my orgasm.  Feeling the flush 
on my  chest, my cheeks warm almost hot.  Not able to take much more 
stimulation  without giving in to my cum.  Taking a deep breath and finishing the 
inch  of watered down scotch in my glass.  Fingers trembling as I mentally 
force  them away from my needy cunt.  That is what I am at moments like this, 
just  a needy cunt. Dropping the throw on my chair as I walk on almost wobbly 
legs to  my bedroom.  Looking down at the boy sleeping peacefully in my 
bed.   His face in serene repose.  No lines of worry on it.
    My  hands moving over my body again slowly as I stand naked looking 
down.  The  smoldering flames rising again inside of me.  Feeling the warm air 
from the  vent blowing against my legs as I lean over and gently pull back 
the  covers.  My eyes looking down and taking in each inch of exposed  flesh. 
 Seeing the undeveloped upper body, the long arms at his sides, the  almost 
hairless body.  The down on his pubic area so fine as to almost be  the 
down of a girl.  His penis snuggled between his legs, a small lump of  flesh.  
His legs showing the most definition, attesting to his  running.
    Laying  down on the bed slowly as to not wake the sleeping boy.  Laying 
on my side,  feeling the warmth from his body as mine just touches.  
Looking at his face  and then leaning to kiss his forehead, then the tip of his 
nose and then to  press my lips slowly and deliberately against his.  So 
smooth and hairless,  almost like kissing a girl, a woman.  My wet tongue tip 
tracing the  slightly open lips feeling the soft expulsion of his breath into 
my mouth.   Feeling myself trembling as I take this simple puff of air into 
my  body.
    Fingers moving tracing the curves of his cheeks and chin,  then my 
index finger pad touching the small almost non existent boy  nipples.  Pimples 
are more pronounced then these two bumps.  Teasing  the sensitive flesh, 
smiling as I watch them swell, but still barely a  pimple.  Fingers tracing down 
the smooth hairless stomach to the soft patch  of his pubic hair.  My lips 
touching his nipples, not able to suck the  small tips into my mouth.  
Tongue circling the area and hearing a soft moan  from the boy.  Stopping my 
exploration as I wait for his breathing to even  out again.  Then fingers 
sliding lower, just touching the soft sleeping  worm of his cock.  Able to lift if 
free from between his slight open  legs.  Holding it in the palm of my 
hand.  Empty of the blood the  engorges and stiffens it.  Just a soft droopy 
lump of flesh.  Nestling  in my hand as I lean down and kiss.  Lips barely 
touching.  Lifting up  the cut penis and pressing my lips now to the head. 
Feeling the pee hole against  the tip of my tongue.
    Then  lifting my head to look at the sleeping boy.  A long wistful gaze 
as I feel  jealousy at his easy repose.  Then feeling one of my hands 
moving to my  breast.  Rolling the hard nipple in my fingers.  Teasing the 
sensitive  flesh and nerve ending awake again.  The arousal just beneath my skin,  
waiting like embers of a fire to be fanned awake.  Moaning as the fingers  
pinch the swollen nub.  My thighs reflexively squeezing the swollen  labia, 
feeling the soft suction of my wet lips as I open my legs  slightly.  Then 
with another wistful look, lean down and take the head  of the boy's cock 
into my mouth.  Tongue moving over the gland as my  breathe blows along the 
shaft.  Feeling the nestling worm start to  uncurl slowly. responding to the 
touches of my lips and tongue.  From a  soft meaningless mass, growing in size 
as it stiffens and swells.  Hearing  the boy's breathing changing as his 
cock now begins to control his thought  process.
    Nibbling on the side of the shaft with my teeth and lips.  Feeling the 
warmth of the shaft bobbing against my cheek as my tongue moves down  the 
base and lips find the hairless sack.  Sucking the folds of flesh to my  lips 
as I kiss and lick his thighs.  Feeling the legs tighten and then  knowing 
that he is awake.  Looking back up his body as I hear the intake of  breath,  
his mind still trying to understand what is  happening.
    Feeling his boyish cock sticking up from his prone body as I  slide up 
and lay over him with mine.  His cock between my legs as I cover  his body.  
No, it is not in me, just trapped between my thighs.  My  fat pussy lips 
pressing against it as my nipples push into his chest.   Moaning with need as 
I feel the pressure.  My head lifted over his for a  moment and then lips 
covering his open mouth.  Tongue slowly pushing into  his lips, wiggling and 
exploring his mouth as my lips press on his.
    Seeing  the confusion on his face, as I am the aggressor, forcing 
myself to slow down.  Cupping his face with my hands.  Knowing he must be 
smelling my musk  from my fingers as the scents wafts around me.  "Please, I need 
you to  make love to me Terry.  I need you."  Kissing his lips and biting his 
 lips and chin as I wait.  My legs squeezing his cock against my full  
labia.  Moving side to side to cause friction.  Then finally sliding  off of him 
to the side.  Laying  on my back as my hand finds his cock  and continues 
to stroke it in my fingers.  My head turned to look at  him.  Eyes pleading 
for him to take me.  "Please."  Just the one  word.  Feeling him lift up, the 
boy and moving between my spread  legs.  His cock bobbing against my thigh, 
scalding me with its touch as my  steamy opening lifts seeking his shaft.  
    Feeling his cock press against my labia and thighs and  finally guiding 
it to the welcoming opening.  Eyes closing as I feel the  slender shaft 
slide into my waiting needy pussy.  Gasping at my  walls  expand and collapse 
around it, grasping it with a series of squeezes.  My  body betraying me 
again as defenseless when in heat.  Forcing myself to  relax and not scare him, 
letting him slowly work his cock in and out of my  steamy hole.  And quickly 
feeling my body tense and spasm.  The walls  clenching as I buck my hips 
upwards on his cock, meeting his thrusts with  mine.  Moaning loudly in the 
confines of my bedroom.  Feeling the heat  building, the pressure intensifying 
as I take another orgasm for myself greedily  from his cock.
    Looking up at the boy and now clenching on his cock hard.  Taking his 
orgasm from him as I watch his reaction as his cock sprays his hot  seed deep 
in my tunnel.  Milking the slender cylinder and holding him tight  as he 
lays down on my chest.  My legs wrapping around his ass cheeks and  holding 
him tight to my body, his cock still buried in its softening  state.  
Whispering into his ear, "thank you Terry, I haven't had a man make  love to me in a 
long long time."  My hand caressing his hair, rumpling  it as my thighs 
tighten on his slender flanks.  Kegeling on his soft  cock.  Breathing in deep 
gasps as I feel his cock recovering and stiffening  inside my body.  
Watching his face as he feels this happening.   Rolling hips up to him now, more 
forcefully.  The shaft now extended and  stiff.
    Then  Terry again moving his body, his cock sliding along my welcoming 
walls.   This fuck long and soft, as his smooth body slides against mine, 
inside and  out.  Lifting my legs angled into the air and just enjoying his 
cock  massaging the walls of my cunt.  The low wet sound and of wet flesh  
slapping together and the squishy suction being broken as he pulls back, adding 
 to the sound of panting and moaning.  Feeling my heart pounding inside as 
I  milk the slender cock for a long time.  Finally hearing his groan and a  
jerk out of rhythm as he empties another load of his seed into my body.   
Walls milking harder as I again clasp his hips with my ankles.  Holding his  
diminishing cock in my steamy hole. 
    Pulling him to me and kissing his face as he lays on me  exhausted from 
his lust.  Feeling his cum oozing from my opening as his  soft wormy cock 
slides free.  His breathing quickly becoming steady as he  sleeps 
contentedly.  Sliding him off of my body and on his back.   Looking at the boy, his 
face so composed and relaxed.  His body showing  promise of filling out.  His 
now small penis laying stickily in his matted  pubic hair.  Sliding down on 
the bed, kneeling in a damp spot and softly  licking his cock, cleaning it of 
my nasty taint.
    Then  after sitting watching him sleep and turn on his side deep in the 
arms  of sleep, I curl up behind him, spooning with one arm draped over his 
 side.  Snuggling contendedly behind him, covers warming my body and  
bringing sleep. 
    Feeling relaxed and sore as I slip out of bed, Terry laying  there in 
the thoes of a deep sleep.  His face so free of worry.   Carefully pulling 
down the covers and seeing the slender hairless chest and flat  tummy.  The 
penis curled up, nestling against the fine strands of his  pubic hair.  The 
thighs long and lighte muscled.  Enjoying the picture  of this young man, 
almost.  Draping the covers carefully over his body as  to not wake him. 
    Then  padding to the kitchen to look out the window over the sink and 
see the cloudy  skies and just a flurry of snow falling to the ground.  
Making my  coffee and preparing to have a breakfast ready for the boys when they 
got  up.  Looking out the back door as I sip my first cup of the day.   
Judging from my garden gnomes that there must be at least a foot of snow on the  
ground.
    Bernie, wandering down groggy eyed and in need of a quick  glass of 
orange juice.  Watching this boy as he sips, not having paid much  attention to 
him as Jamal had taken the floor with his dominant attitude the day  
before.  Pulling my robe tighter as I see Bernie looking at the vee of skin  just 
below my neck.
    Trying  to decide how to handle the fact that Terry didn't sleep in the 
room with Bernie  last night.  And fielding Bernie's question before I had 
an answer.   "Where is Terry?  A simple question.
    "He  spent the night in my bed, he wasn't feeling well last night.  I 
held  him."  Better not to lie.  Just keep it simple.
    Bernie  a medium built boy.  Not tall for his age and not short.  Not 
slender  and not stocky.  The average brown haired boy.  Quiet and shy.   
wondering what to do, as I watch him in the small confines of the kitchen.   
Looking into his eyes and seeing an unasked question.  Stepping to the boy  
and brushing his lips with mine.  Arms pulling him into an embrace and  moving 
my mouth over his, till his lips part and my tongue enters.  Seeing  the 
shock on his face and wondering if I misread his question.  His hands  
fumbling at my robe and pulling it open as I continue to kiss his lips and  face.  
His fingers unsure as they touch first my nipples and breasts.   Massaging 
and rolling the hard tips.  Then the fingers moving lower.   Reaching to my 
mound and kneading the pads of my labia.  A finger slipping  into the semi 
moist opening and working in and out as I open my stance.   Moaning softly 
into his mouth.  Feeling a flush of humiliation already as I  realize my way of 
dealing with these boys is to offer them sex.
    Undoing his shirt and licking at his nipples.  Feeling  him trembling 
as my tongue tip moves over the small nubs of sensory nerves  endings.  His 
hands now  gripping my head and holding it to his  hairless chest.  Sliding 
lower and feeling the trembling increase as my  lips kiss and suck their way 
down to his tummy.  Fingers undoing his belt  and then his pants.  Pulling 
them down over his flat ass.  His boy  cock hard as it pops into view.  
Brushing my cheek as I lick lower to his  left thigh and then to his right thigh. 
 My fingers urging his stance  apart.  Feeling the cock bobbing alongside 
my face.  Then sitting back  on my heels as I lower my head and pull at his 
hairless ball sack with my  lips.  Rewarded with a grunt of surprise and a 
jerking of his body.   Releasing his love nuts as I feel his body drawing in 
on itself.  Not  wanting him to just shoot helplessly into the air.
    Kissing the tip of his cock and then sliding my lips around  the cut 
head.  Feeling the gland slide into my lips and then the smaller  shaft.  
Sealing on his cock head and then working my mouth along the  shaft.  Bobbing my 
head as my fingers caress the base.  Milking with  hand and mouth as my 
cheeks draw in and out sucking on the boy cock.   Feeling his hips moving now 
and slowly fucking my face.  His moans filling  my ears as I continue to work 
his stiff cock.  Then as I feel his hand grip  my head hard, the first warm 
jet of his cum filling my mouth.  And another  quickly behind.  Five jets 
of seed sent scalding the back of my throat and  then sliding down to settle 
in my stomach.  Fingers working and milking as  they encircle and are  drawn 
up the shaft.  My lips still holding the  pulsing shaft and taking the 
smaller discharges of his milky seed.  The  heavy breathing above me attesting 
to his pleasure.
    Cleaning his cock head as I finally pop it out with a soft  wet sound.  
Looking up at Bernie, resting his ass against the sink  counter.  Eyes 
closed and his breathing ragged.  Patting his softening  organ and pulling his 
underpants and pants back over his slim hips.   Standing up and looking down 
at him as I button his shirt and then tucking it  into his pants and then 
re-buckling them.  "Thank you Bernie."   Touching his cheek with my open hand. 
Looking into his eyes.  "Ahhh, thank  you Ms Rust."  His hands imitating 
mine and pulling my robe together his  fingers awkwardly belting it.
    Making  small talk with Bernie as we sit waiting for sleeping beauty to 
wake up and  finally walking to my bedroom and throwing back the covers.  
Terry   stirring but not waking till I have his morning piss hard on at full 
attention  in my mouth.  Taking his cum quick with hard strokes of my mouth 
fucking  his cock.  Another full load of boy cum warming my tummy.  Time to 
get  dressed lazy boy, we have lots of shoveling to do.
    The  boys both willing to work shoveling and snow blowing my driveway 
as I prepare a  hot breakfast for them.  Then after sitting and eating 
together going out  and finishing the driveway after the plow made its hard mound 
of plowed snow at  the top.
    A hot  cup of cocoa and handing each boy a 10 for their help with the 
snow. Then  driving them home, the boys living a block apart in the village.  
Waving to  the mom of Terry as he walks up to the door. 
    Driving back weary and glowing and afraid.  Not knowing  where this 
crazy bus ride is taking me..............
    
    
    
    
 
    
    
    
   
    
    
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