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From: "Lou Moran" <ellem52@mail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Lost Ball II
Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 17:10:04 -0500
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Lost Ball II
mf MF cons, oral, voy, anal
ellem52@mail.com
Can you vote in the USA?  Does sex make you happy?  Got a good
grip on reality vs fantasy?  If you answered YES to these
questions read on.
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When we last left:  Paige, a beautiful, divorced mother of two,
had been throughly fucked by a neighbor, Mr. Gorland, who brought
out the sexual animal in her.  Mr. Gorland's son, Kenneth has
just received a phone call from Chelsea, Paige's babysitter.  Mr.
Gorland, Kenneth and Paige are about to go to Paige's house to
finish breaking Paige.
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"Get her truck.  We're going to her house."
"OK dad."
"You are walking there Kenny.  I'll drive her home.  She looks a
little tired."
Paige lay on the floor physically and mentally exhausted, sore
and bruised, covered in sweat and cum.  Her dancer's body exposed
save for her knee high boots.  Her shirt and pants somewhere in
the kitchen.  The nearly permanent smile was off of her face
replaced by a panting mouth, her bright hazel eyes heavily lidded
as she struggled with consciousness.  The fucking had been
brutal, it was also amazing.  It frightned her, her reaction to
this man.  She imagined she'd have been replelled by such
advances, by such a horrible man.  Instead she'd become instanly
aroused.  She'd become overly willing to perform for him.  He
wanted to break her.  Physically she assumed.
  
Mr. Gorland would break her physically that was easy.  She was
tiny compared to his six foot four, two hundrd ninety pound
frame.  And his member was certainly bigger than her cunt.  He
could pound the breath out of her everytime they fucked.  The
breaking he wanted was emotional, and psychological.  He wanted
her soul to snap, in manner of speaking.  He wanted a sex slave.
He'd banged the snot out of Chelsea, a neighborhood whore.  The
only person who bought her goody-two-shoes act was Paige Adams. 
Too busy with her perfect life to notice that the girl she
entrusted her children with was a cock sucking slut who blew men
for cigarettes.  Mr. Gorland assumed she was already blowing the
twelve year old, Matthew.
He helped Paige up as Kenneth opened the door announcing the
truck was running and ran to the Adams' home to the waiting
Chelsea.  Paige, still on unsure legs held onto him for balance.
"Let's get you cleaned up and dressed.  Then we are taking you
home so I can screw you in your own bed."
"I don't think I can handle anymore."
"Never question me again," he said calmly as he rapped her ass. 
He half carried half dragged her to the kitchen sink.  He ran a
cold, wet sponge across her thin torso cleaning her somewhat.  He
dressed her, yanking her clothes on as roughly as he had yanked
them off.  She drank a glass of water and he finished dressing
himself.
"Get up.  I want to see you walk."
Paige lifted her tiny frame off of the chair, it felt like she
weighed a million pounds, she felt so heavy.  Her body ached. 
Standing she looked perfect, if tired, to Mr. Gorland who wanted
to rip her clothes off again.  She walked in pained, unbalanced
steps to the front door.  The ass reaming left her throbbing and
made her normal strides virtual impossible.  He lifted her into
her passenger seat and drove back to the Adams' home.
Inside Kenneth had Chelsea against the livingroom wall and was
fucking her from behind.  Geoffery and Matthew were put to bed as
soon as Kenneth arrived.  To the nieghbors looking, as they
always did, Paige appeared to be drunk, unable to walk.  Their
idle gossip would be nothing compared to the real story.
The Adams' home was brightly lit and the hardwood floors made
harsh echos.  Chelsea was enduring a rabid fucking by Kenneth. 
He'd never fucked her any other way.  It was always a thrashing
with his huge dick.  Chelsea's experience told her that while
Kenny was larger than his father by a little he lacked his
father's skill.  When Mr. Gorland fucked her she was dumbstruck.
His mastery of her body easily took her comletely.  Mr. Gorland
seemed to have little use for her young body.
Chelsea was a strawberry blonde of sturdy build.  At five foot
eight she was tall but her body was strong, her breasts full and
her face pleasant.  Only sixteen their intense coupling was not
illegal but certainly suspect.  Her marathon banging with
Kenneth, and the other boys, was not.  Teenagers fuck.
Kenneth held her naked body in a full Nelson hold as he
jackhammered her body through orgasms.  She often wondered if his
dick was so big it didn't have any feeling, he fucked inhumanly.
Nothing she did seemed to slow him down.  He often fucked her
completely dry, it was as if he were a robot.  A sexbot.
Mr Gorland watched his son furiously hammer away on Chelsea, who
begged for him to stop, which, of course, he would not.  He held
the limp Miss Adams in his arms like a damsel in distress as she
watched the scene in front of her.  Chelsea's thick body jiggled
in the way heavy muscle does when shaken.  The sight should have
been repulsive to her but it was not.  It was extremely arousing
and disturbing.  Kenneth would certainly have his way with her
just like that soon.
Mr. Gorland gently pulled her face to his and kissed her very
deeply.  He dropped her legs and let them dangle as he molested
her tender ass.  His hips had left her her bruised from his
animalistic fucking.  
Her ass felt good underneath the thin denim pants and he could
feel the heat from her pussy.  He concentrated on her pliant lips
and soft tongue, but the sounds of Chelsea's manic pleas were
arousing him.  The tone of her voice, the helplesssness, the
agony reminded him of what he wanted to do to Miss Adams.  He
wanted to pummel her into complete submission.
Paige's body was electrified.  His body made hers react
instantly.  His hands, his mouth, his legs, his chest enslaved
her.  She never wanted to be set free.  She ground her body into
him.  A slight tap on her shoulder and she dropped to her knees
and undid his pants and took him in her mouth.
Chelsea cried out as her body was used by the clumsy son of her
master.  Nothing could stop him.  He was relentless.  He loosened
his hold on her to grab her tits roughly.  Alternately slapping
and squeezing them.  There were no more orgasms left in her.  Now
it was simply a fucking for her to endure.  She'd passed out from
the magical fucking Mr. Gorland had given her, Kenneth keep her
alert with pain.
Paige was completely disrobed when he took her to her plush
leather couch.  He placed her on the couch and positioned her
doggie style, spreading her athletic legs.  Paige was completely
soaked from his loving kisses.
"Do you know what is going to happen," he whispered in her ear as
Chelsea squealed in the background.
"You're going to make love to me?"  Paige purred.
"I'm going to break you.  When we are through I will own you. 
You will be mine to do with as I please.  If I had realized you
were down this end of the block I would have taken you from your
husband.  I would have fucked you while he watched.  Do you think
I could have done that to you?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Who am I?"
"Mr. Gorland."
"Again, who am I?"
"You are my master.  Ooof!"  The breath forced out of her as he
punched himself into her already sore pussy.  He began sawing in
and out of her and Paige's body exploded, creaming all over his
cock in thick spurts.  He pulled her body up to his and fingered
her clit while his mammoth cock began fufilling his mission of
total domination.  Paige felt like she was hallucinating.  She
felt like she was no longer in her own body.  As if she'd floated
away and was merely viewing the methodical conquest of her body,
mind and soul.  He was literally fucking her all away.  Little
bits of her at a time surrendered to him, his cock.
In her dreamlike state she babbled her total allegiance to him. 
Kenneth and the wounded Chelsea sat next to them as they watched
the subjugation of Miss Adams.  As her body broke.  As her mind
slipped away.  As she drooled in a mindless stupor brought on by
Mr. Gorland's mastery of her pussy.
Chelsea threw a tshirt on while she watched Miss Adams final
moments of free will being fucked away.  Soon Miss Adams would be
just like her, helpless to stop them.  Chelsea thought she'd held
up a lot better than Miss Adams who by her estimation:  Didn't
take a big dick really well, and who was probably very horny when
Mr. Gorland nailed her.  She wondered if Miss Adams would ever be
able to withstand Kenneth's brutal sessions.  She went upstairs
to check on the sleeping children, Matthew and Geoffery.  They
were oblivious to the fact that their mother had just lost her
soul. 
  
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