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Subject: {ASSM} The Rain Storm
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 10:10:15 -0500
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The Rain Storm (FFF)
 
    The  frustration of the traffic jam, the overturned tractor trailer on 
Route 84,  causing me to make that snap decision not to wait for it to be 
cleared up.   The rain heavy, the wipers barely able to clear the windshield.  
Running  the shoulder in my car, the loose stone slick under my wheels, I 
finally was  able to reach the exit.  The rain letting up for the moment as I 
look at  the signs on the intersection.  Not wanting to drive through 
Danbury, so  taking a road that indicated that Poughkeepise was that way.  Not 
sure what  that way was, as the small two lane country road a series of farms 
and  woodlands.  The traffic non-existent, the rumble of thunder off to my 
left  and a quick burst of light brightening the landscape for a brief  
moment. 
    Wanting  badly to find a familiar road or town name.  Making choices 
not even sure  why as the light is slowly fading from the rainy sky.  The 
compass on my  mirror still indicating that I am heading in a westerly 
direction, sometimes  northwest, others southwest and sometimes due west.  The rain 
still  pounding on the roof of my car.  Pelting it with drops of moisture, 
many  drops.  The wind blowing at times as I hit an open area of fields.   
Buffeting the side of the car. 
    Pissed  at myself for not staying on Interstate 84.  Knowing I am 
totally lost, not  even able to see the corner posts and read the words on them 
as try to navigate  the morass of silt washing over the road in spots.  
Needing to pee so bad,  but afraid to stop and maybe get drenched as I try to 
find a spot in the  woods. 
    Not  even dressed for trekking in the woods.  My work clothes still on 
me from  the day.  A tan skirt , pleated and reaching almost to my  knees.  
Matching jacket.  Neutral thigh his.  A peach  buttoned blouse.  Tan cotton 
bra and a chocolate brown tie thong.   Short heels at least not spike.  Not 
your ride in the country in the middle  of a storm attire.
    The  radio keeping me company as an short cut has turned into a don't 
have a clue  where I am.  Thinking that it is time to get a blackberry and 
gps on my  phone.   Or maybe a "Tom  Tom".  Would be nice to know if in  NY or 
CT. 
    Finally  giving into my urges, I spot a nice spot on the side of the 
road near a bunch of  pine trees.  Not a lot of overgrown brush and a nice 
protective ceiling  from the rain.  Parking on the shoulder with my hazard 
lights flashing, I  step into the dark puddling morass.  Feeling my foot push 
into the soft  earth, running around the front of my car and into the 
sheltering canopy.   Walking deeper and finding a tree to sort of stand behind.  
straddling as I  lift my skirt, undoing my thong and holding the string with my 
teeth as I do my  best aiming at a tree impression.   Spreading my lips, 
feeling a  shiver as the stream flows weakly and then stronger, arching 
between my legs,  knowing that my piss is splattering my shoes and ankles, mixing 
with the soft  patter of the rain drops falling around me.  The hiss loud to 
my ears,  breathing deeply as I relieve one form of stress.  Looking down 
seeing  wisps of condensation from my hot piss as it touches the carpet of  
needles.
    Standing  with skirt lifted high in the middle of some god forsaken 
woods, the last  dribbles of moisture touching my fingers as I wipe, bringing 
the finger pads to  my lips and tasting.  Smiling weakly as I tie my thong 
again around my  hips.  Lowering and straightening my skirt.  Walking a bit 
more  briskly back to my car.  Not having to contain the need to pee.   The 
rain heavy again, soaking me quickly.
    Quickly  thinking how stupid a bitch I am at times.  My car left 
unlocked and purse  and phone lying on the seat cars keys still in the iginition.  
Shaking my  head as I hastily and unlady like pile into the front seat.  
Pulling my  jacket off and hanging it over the back of the passenger seat, 
turning on the  heater and hoping that I might dry it a bit. 
    Feeling  my body shivering with the moisture, skirt and legs wet, 
holding the chill to my  body.  The soft bra and blouse doing nothing to hide the 
raised  nipples.  Long and thick and poking like darts in my blouse.  
Sliding  my skirt a little higher on my thighs, and giving myself a bit more 
freedom of  movement.  Not needing to keeps my legs closed to contain my need to 
 pee.  Holding my breath as I turn the ignition over and slip the car into  
gear.  Slowly letting it idle and gassing it slowly.  The tires  gripping 
and then pulling me onto the concrete road.  Then the passenger  tire 
spinning and digging into the soft shoulder.  Sliding a little ways  over the 
shoulder, tilting as it slides till all four tires on on the soft gooey  mud.  
Another attempt and the car moves further to the  ditch.
    Cursing  in my most unladylike fashion at the dump stupid luck of my 
driving  skills.  Reaching for my phone and wondering whom to call.  Not even  
sure of the road I am on or what township or even state.  Toying with the  
dial and realizing that makes no difference as I have no signal in the 
middle of  this gawd forsaken forest.  Looking at my gas tank and realizing I 
still  have over 3/4 of a tank, so that isn't an immediate problem.  Sitting 
damp  and fuming trying to figure out how to find out where I am, not 
remembering how  far back there was a road marker, and how I would even be able to 
walk to  it.  The darkness almost complete, my hazard lights flashing; but 
not  really on the roadway anymore.  Wondering if I should turn them off to 
save  the battery or run the engine with them.
    Cracking  the windows a little, hearing the steady rain on the car and 
trees, The   thunder and lightning still adding to the sound and stark 
relief of my  surroundings.  The lonely sound of a bird and some movement of 
bushes or  branches  making me apprehensive.  Finally seeing the headlights of a 
 car in my mirror.  Sliding down the road quickly then slowing as I pulls  
abreast of me.  The passenger window rolling down and a middle aged bearded  
man, asking if I need help.  Telling him that I have AAA coming and they  
should be here shortly.  Not trusting him as my imagination and mind   
picture all those horror movies I love to watch.  Smiling wryly, as I watch  him 
drive away.  Thanking him as he rolls up the  window.
    Nervous,  I step out and take another trip to the woods, my clothes 
more than damp with  moisture.  Plastered to me, I could wring a cup of 
drinking water from  them.  Another 15 minutes and so as I am walking back to my 
car.  Keys  in hand this time.  I see a vehicle riding slowly down the road.  
As  it pulls alongside of my car, I watch from behind a pine tree, feeling I 
am  trapped outside of my car.  My breathing fast as my mind races, whether 
to  run to my car or go deeper in the woods.
    An  old dark panel van pulls off to the side of the road and a window  
rolls down.  A woman's voice calls softly, "you need help."  Staring  at my 
car, then backing to be level with it, asking again.  The rain  striking the 
woman's head, then slowly stepping out, as she opens an umbrella,  and 
peering into my car.  With the light of the interior light, I can see  another 
woman driving.  Feeling a sense of relief, I step from the tree  bole and 
into the shoulder, stepping carefully over the stream of water in the  ditch. 
    "Hi,"  I call out and quickly move to my car.  The woman lifting the 
umbrella as  she watches me and then lets me gain the protection of it from 
the rain.   Shivering my hair a wet mope on my head, clothes plastered to my 
body.  Not  the business looking woman of a few hours ago.  "I am  stuck."  
Not a brilliant statement by me, stating the obvious as we look  down at my 
tires almost in much to the rim.  
    Looking  close at the woman, she seems the country type,  flannel shirt 
and  jeans, sturdy shoes.  Middle aged, a bit shorter than me, but nice  
figure.  Looking over to the driver.  Again middle aged, jeans and a  teeshirt 
top.  Full breasts, wondering why I noticed that; but smiling  weakly at 
her and then to the woman next to me.  "Hop in hon.  We will  get you to a 
service station."  Grabbing my purse and phone, locking the  door to my car.  I 
climbed into the front seat as the woman with the  umbrella slid the panel 
door open and climbed in behind me.  As they pulled  away the woman is 
rummaging in the back in some crates and boxes.  "Hey, I  am  Amy, that is Megan 
behind you,"  extending her hand in a firm  grip,  Her hand dry as mine 
still wet with the rain and smiling as I  realized that is the one I wiped 
myself with.  "Patrice', smiling  weakly  as I realize how woe be gone I must 
look.  My clothes a total  disaster .  "You seem lost girl,"  the driver 
pulling into the road  and lane and slowly accelerating, the wipers slapping on 
the windshield in a  steady beat.
    Sitting  there, clothes sopping wet, shivering as she negotiates the 
tight country  roads.  Feeling fingers tapping on my shoulder, I look around.  
 "Come here hon,  I got some clothes for you to throw on, you will catch  
your death."  Looking behind me, I see she had pulled out bag with clothes  
in it.  Amy pulled the van over to the side of the road, "climb in  back,"  
her hand pushing on my buttock as I very unladylike climb into the  back of 
the van.  Megan throws me a towel, and I start drying my face and  hair.  My 
body shivering more away from the the heater and defroster.   Kneeling in 
the back as Megan reaches forward and undoes the buttons on my  blouse.  Her 
fingers tugging it out of my skirt before I realized what  happening.  
Looking up at her and she is peeling the wet top from my  shoulders.  Shivering 
with the dampness and with the fact that I am topless  in the back of a van 
with two women I just met.  Her eyes lowered  concentrating on undoing the 
button and then the zipper on my skirt.   Fingers deftly whisking the metal 
teeth open.  Her hand pushing at the  waistband,  Then raising me up to a full 
kneeling position as she slides  the skirt down over my ample hips and then 
down. my legs.  Sitting down and  sliding the skirt over my ankles.
    Looking  up I see Megan looking at me, eyes appraising, then she moves 
forward on her  knees,  Fingers reaching to touch my thigh, my breathing 
held, and then  released as she starts to roll my stocking down my left leg.  
Holding my  arms folded under my breasts.  Feeling her soft touch.  My leg  
spasming with the cold and the contact.  She looks up and smile, her hand  
squeezing my knee, the other one massaging the leg.  Sitting like a deer  
caught in head lights, my leg extended as she roll the stocking down my  ankle 
and off of my foot.  Seeing me shivering, Amy reaches over from  behind me, 
startling me and wraps a blanket around my body.  Climbing in  the back 
behind me, she kneels behind me and holds the blanket around my  body.  Her hands 
crossed over the front of my arms.  I can feel the  press of her body on my 
back.  The full breasts pressing into my shoulder  blades.  then her mound 
pressing against my lower back.
    Megan's  hands slide up my wet stocking and with one on the inside of 
my thigh and the  other on the outside, she begins to slowly roll it down my 
leg.  My body  shaking again from fear and excitement.  Amy holding me tight 
from behind,  rocking slowly as she hums in my ear.  Soft expulsions of her 
warm breath  causing my face to flush.  Megan taking a towel and wiping 
down my  legs.  Then reaching forward, "no, please,"  my words small sounds in  
the van, as her fingers reach for the ties on my thong.  "Relax baby", Amy  
voice soothing as Megan pulls on the thong and tapping the underside of my  
thighs, I lift and she pulls it free.  My hands wanting to reach down and  
cover my exposed vulva, but restrained by Amy's strong grip.  Megan  
kneeling between my legs, not allowing me to close them.  Tears forming in  my eyes 
as I look at Megan.  Her eyes staring fixedly at my shaved  pussy. 
    Megan's  hand moving forward, my eyes watching it, reacting as it 
touches my naked  lips.  Jerking as the hand cups my mound, middle finger tracing 
the along  the open lips. Sliding on the lube of my open lips.  Then three 
fingers  rolling up and down on my spread labia, pushing it to the sides, 
hearing the  slick sound of it on the fingers, Softly filling the van with the 
sound and now  the scent.  My chest heaving as Megan's fingers plunge into 
the warm  dark hole of my pussy.  Grunting with the sudden intrusion.  
Feeling  my hips wanting to rock as I sit on the floor.
    Feeling  Amy's hands massing my breasts, teasing them through the 
blanket.  Nipples  hard and aching as Amy rolls them with her fingers.  Feeling 
the blanket  lifted from my shoulders and the relaxing of my chest as my bra 
is  undone.   Feeling the straps sliding over my shoulders.  Amy's  lips 
licking on the soft flesh of my shoulder,  Teeth biting into the  flesh.  
Moaning loudly through my lips.  My breath caught in my  mouth.  Chest expanding 
with heat as the finger mover to cover my breasts  again, Rolling the aching 
nipples with  her firm  fingers.
    Megan's  fingers fucking my pussy,  Taking it with quick hard strokes.  
My lips  lifting to the fingers clenching on the fingers as they push deep, 
rubbing  on the warm wet walls.  Her other hand stoking with open palm 
along my left  inner thigh. 
    Feeling  my body being laid backwards as Amy moves away, laying it on 
the hard  floor.  Then hearing the whisk of a zipper, and looking up and 
behind,  seeing Amy sliding her jeans off of her legs, then her panties.  Seeing 
the  dark triangle of her pubic hair.  Catching the scent of her as she 
duck  walks over my head, Lowering her swollen lips unto my face.  Light  
blotched out.  Then feeling her wet slit, as it parts on my nose.   Lips pushed 
opened the scent so strong, feeling the thighs gripping my head as  she 
arches her hips.  Feeling the hard sting of a hand on my breast, my  face now 
slick with juices as she humps up and down my head.  Eyes closed,  the scent of 
her sex overwhelming.  Again the explosions of pain on my  breasts, trying 
to jerk my body, but held in place by he thighs.  "Lick it  girl".  Feeling 
her lean over, Her full wet labia pressing on my face,  covering my cheeks 
and mouth.  Then, aghhhhhhhhh.  Nipples hurting  with the pain of her fingers 
squeezing the tight and pulling them up from my  body.  Stretching my 
breast.  "Lick it  girl."  
    My  breathing labored as my nose and now most of my mouth covered by 
her  pussy.  Tongue pushing out to open a path for my breathing.  Tasting  the 
juices, that are flowing around my mouth.
    My  lower body pinned in place by the stabbing fingers of Megan, 
fucking into my wet  tunnel.  Again and again,  Her other hand resting on my lips, 
Index  finger, rubbing my hard marble of a clit.   In spite of the abuse, 
my  hips trying to fuck the fingers in my tunnel.  Hips lifting to the  
massaging finger.  Eyes welling with tears, being sexually assaulted and  
enjoying the use.  Raped by women and wet with my  need. 
    My  mouth and face smeared with juices,  Tongue licking at the lips 
parted over  my mouth.  The wetness of her juices mixing with my saliva.  
Feeling  myself shiver, my lower body twitching, then lifting against the 
fingers,  clenching on them as I orgasm.   Hearing the laughter and the joking  of 
the women kneeling over me.  My eyes looking at the rosebud of the  women 
over my face.  Then the back of the van, as she slides further over  my mouth. 
 Hearing them kissing as they  hold my body under  them,  Their sounds of 
pleasure, soft moans.  "Eat me bitch."   Again a twist on my nipples yanked 
and pulled hard.  Moaning into her  pussy with the steady pain as her hands 
continue to keep them pulled  taut.  Fingers squeezing the swollen nubs.  
Working my mouth harder on  her sloppy lips.  Tasting her juices,  Feeling the 
thighs tightening  over my cheeks, pressing on my face, as I feel her 
shaking, smothering my  face.  Breathing through bruised lips and squashed nose.  
Her juices  stronger and more plentiful as she spasms on my face,   My 
tongue  licking at the fluids flowing down my cheeks and chin.  Coating my  neck. 
 Groaning loudly  as I feel my breasts released.  Aching  with the pain on 
the breasts and the bruised nipples.
    Laying  their as Amy lifts off my face and arms.  Looking up numbly at 
Amy and then  to Megan.  Them not even paying attention to me as they roll 
me over to the  side of the van, hugging my arms and legs to my body.  
Watching in  fascination as they make love to each other.  The savage rape of my 
body,  now a dance of love in their caresses and touches.  In spite of myself 
 feeling excited as I watch.  A tattoo of sound against the side of the 
van,  my back and cheeks cold with the contact.  Hearing the soft moans and  
groans of pleasure.
    Finally  as they lay sated with each other, I see the look on Megan's 
face.  Eyes  half closed her breathing slow an shallow as she watches me.  
Amy covering  Megan with her body, delivering small kisses to her neck and 
ear.  Nibbling  playfully on she red flushed flesh.  Not even remembering when 
the women  stripped.  Their bodies lightly muscled.  Watching as they 
finally  rise up,  Amy giving Megan a long kiss and then kneeling finally sliding  
off of her, dressing  as she kneels watching me.  Megan slides to a  corner 
and almost shyly dresses.  Finally they turn to me.  "We will  keep our 
word girl."  Climbing into the front of the van, Amy starts it up  and pulls 
onto the road.  The slapping of the windshield wipers and the  soft purr of 
the engine the only sounds. 
    Megan  kneeling in the back, behind Amy's seat  touching her shoulders 
and  watching me.
Slowing  down as we pass a service station.  Then driving a little bit past 
 it.  Stopping on the side of the road,  Easing to the shoulder.   Reaching 
around behind her, Megan grabs a flannel skirt, many sizes too big for  me. 
  "Put it on."  Reaching for it, I kneel and pull the shirt  on, buttoning 
the front.  The tails of it reaching to almost my  knees.  Huge and 
shapeless on my body.  Grabbing a plastic grocery  bag, she stuffs my wet clothing 
into it. Looking at my feet, she hands me my  shoes.  Not practical for this 
weather; but all there is.  Then taking  the old umbrella she had, she 
slides the van door open.  Opening it, she  hands me the plastic bad and my 
purse.  "Go girl.  The service station  is just up the road a little ways.  And 
you car is about 10 miles up the  road,  You can't miss it."
    As  I climb out, she slaps my ass and hands me the umbrella.  "Go  
girl..........and thanks."  The side door sliding shut and a spinning of  tires, 
the taillights  quickly disappearing in the dark ahead.    Standing numbly 
watching the van then turning to walk to the lights ahead of  me.  My thighs 
sticky with juices, feeling the skin pulling as I step  quickly between the 
puddles on the shoulder.  Nipples aching under the  flannel.  Touching the 
left one and feeling the delicious pain at the light  touch.  Shivering with 
the dampness and the experience of the  past.......who knows how long it 
was.  Slowly so that I don't twist my  ankle to add to the problems.  The 
lights bright  through the falling  rain.  Walking to the door, pulling open and 
seeing the three men sitting,  looking up as I walk through the 
door...................
 
 
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