Message-ID: <3969eli$9709101457@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Craig Beattie Subject: [story] Anything Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3416BFC1.51D56017@hplb.hpl.hp.com> Anything -------- It was getting dark early though it wasn't cold. Marcy hugged her coat to herself anyway, she didn't like walking around this late at night even if her car was just around the corner. She thought of the gun Ben had given her. He'd even paid for her to have lessons with the thing but figured she would never use it. She felt it in her pocket all the same, "It does offer some assurance," she said to herself. As she turned the corner she saw a dark figure in her car. She crouched down behind some bushes, her hand going to her gun. What was she going to do? She had no idea, but she wasn't going to let him get away with this. She looked around, there was no one else about and he hadn't seen her. She took the gun out of her pocket and strode towards the car. He was reaching in through the passenger side over the seat. As she came up behind him all she could see was a tight butt in some blue jeans. "Get out of the car," she said, was that loud enough? "Shit." "Out now, slowly." "Look, look. don't shoot, i was just looking for some money, i need some food. I'll do anything just don't shoot." She felt a small quiver run through her body, standing there, legs apart as she had been taught, gun pointed at this guys head. He was surprisingly attractive. Suddenly she realised she couldn't remember the last time she'd been with a guy, Ben had been a long time ago and their had been few inbetween. Anything? "Anything, look, just don't shoot me, please.." Had she spoken out loud? The sense of power was so invigorating, she couldn't concentrate. He was kneeling before her now. His head was down and he had put his hands behind his short dark hair. Anything? Her legs were starting to shake and her face felt hot. She felt as though she might fall but he didn't see, looking at the floor as he was like a good little boy. She stepped round him, heading for the passenger seat of her car, she had to sit down. She kept her gun on him, "Don't move." She sat behind him looking at him down the end of her barrel. She moved the gun slowly down the back of his head, down his broad back... She lifted up her skirt, what am i doing? But she was smiling. She settled back down. "Turn around..." He scuffled around on his knees. His head looking own at the floor still. She smiled again. "I want you to take these off." He seemed confused and looked up slowly, his eyes widened as he seemed to grasp what was expected of him. She motioned with the gun, irritated at his hesitation. He started to move forward slowly watching the gun intently. She grew angry, irrationally so and lurched forward pressing the gun into the side of his head. He shut his eyes against the cold metal. He seemed to almost squeel. "I said move." She took her underwear off, hearing it tear. That noise seemed to appease her a bit. She sat back, leaning into the car. Her left hand coming down between her legs. She was already moist and opened easily, she started to circle her finger. "I want you to lick here." He opened his eyes now and looked from her gun to her left hand, letting out a long breath. She smiled as she noticed a slight bulge in his trousers. The smile faded as she motioned with her gun. He moved more quickly this time. She gasped as she felt his breath against her. Then she felt his tongue against her, tentatively pressing. He hesitated again and she moved the gun to the side of his head, gently moving it up and down against his temple. He seemed to understand then and started to move his tongue, slowly. She moaned gently half closing her eyes. Still very concious of the gun in her hand. Her hips started to move against his face as if they had a mind of their own. She grabbed the body of the car, lifting her left leg onto the door frame so she could move more easily. She had lifted herself just off the seat now and her thighs were starting to shake. She felt his hands reach round underneath her, his hands slightly cold on her buttocks. Now he was moving faster, she threw her head as air seemed to be pumped out of her lungs. She was shoving herself into his face, looking down at his head through blurry eyes. She cried out as a ripple seemed to travel through her tummy, then a shiver up her spine, she threw her head back, almost panting as she moved faster still. Everything seemed to happen at once. She felt a tremble, as if her muscles were going to give way but still she moved. The gun fell against he leg, its cold metal sending a shiver up her spine, she seemed convulse, her muscles contracting involuntarily. Waves seemed to pour through her body, each new one working further through her body as arms and legs seemed to shake uncontrollably. She fell back into the seat shuddering, her stomach seeming to shiver, as she lay there. Their was a long moments silence, the gun still in her hand, pointing at where the would be robber had been. for more try : http://www.angelfire.com/mo/coneman -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /