Message-ID: <21462asstr$943503001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} RP-AnnD"Good Samaritan"MF(2/3) Lines: 354 X-Original-Message-ID: <81i5gn$p74$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 25 02:05:13 1999 GMT MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 23:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, apuleius, gill-bates The Following Is A Story That Was Posted To ASS While ASSM Was Down And Appears Here For The First Time. Good Samaritan by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Two "Be it ever such a hovel,” Dalia laughed as she opened the door wide and motioned for Ryan to precede her inside. "There's no place like home." Actually, small as the apartment was, it was pretty nice. It could use some cleaning, but then again so could Ryan's dorm room. When you lived by yourself, it was sometimes too easy to let things pile up. "Can I get you something to drink," Dalia asked as she tossed her sweater over the edge of the couch. "Soda, juice, maybe a beer?" "Soda would be fine," Ryan said as he took a look at the uniform Michele had been wearing beneath the sweater. The waitress outfit was identical to the one Beverly had been wearing: black with white trim. In Beverly's case however, the uniform had looked to be a size too small, her large breasts straining against the material. The woman standing in front of him had much smaller mounds, but the rich brown cleavage visible beneath the darker material was enough to make him blush when he realized he was staring at it. Dalia didn't seem to notice, or care if she had, as she handled Ryan a glass of soda. She took a sip of her own then picked up the phone. The call was rather brief and she dropped the receiver back on its cradle. "The cab should be here in about twenty minutes." she smiled, taking another sip of her drink. "Might as well relax until it gets here." Ryan had diverted his attention to the rows of pictures that lined the apartment wall. He assumed they were Dalia's family. There were a series of photographs of a young man and women, both of whom bore a striking resemblance to his host. The girl gave him an idea of what the waitress had looked like when she was younger. Not that she wasn't still attractive, for a woman her age that is. "My rogues gallery." she explained, moving next to Ryan. She stopped in front of a large family portrait. "That's Jack, my oldest." She pointed to the thirty-one year old on the far right. "His wife Alexandra, and his daughters Denise and Kathy. On the other end is my daughter, Jennifer. That's Ken, her significant other as they say, next to her." Ryan looked hard at Dalia's oldest. There was something familiar about him. He knew he'd seen him somewhere before. The mystery was solved a few moments later when he spotted another picture of a younger Jack at the end of the wall. In that photo he was wearing the gold and red colors of Ryan's college. "Your son is Rocket Collins?" Ryan asked excitedly as recognition dawned. "Well, he was called that once upon a time," Dalia admitted with more than a touch of pride. "But that was a very long time ago. I'm surprised you even recognized him." "Are you kidding? When I was ten years old, my Dad took me to see him play. He was the best quarterback ever to play at State. How come he never turned pro?" "A small leg injury his senior year." Dalia’s eyes seeming to look into days past. "Nothing major, but an injury that could very well cause problems if he got hurt again. It was a risk he decided not to take." "That must've been hard for him." "Not as hard as you might think. Football was never more than a game to Jack. He had other aspirations. The sports scholarship was just a way to live those dreams.” “I guess so.” The teenager took a few moments to think about what Dalia had said. Then, his eyes still on the photo of the Football star, he said the most unexpected thing. “I’m not gay.” “What?” Dalia said. “What the guys said before about anyone who wouldn’t go with them tonight,” he explained. “I didn’t want them to think that I’d never done it before.” “Honey, there’s no crime in being a virgin.” Dalia smiled. “We all start out that way. And believe me, being part of a gang bang isn’t the way you want to remember losing it.” “I just wanted to be over it. I’m tired of worrying about it.” Dalia looked hard at Ryan. He was a good-looking kid, no doubt about it. Normally a nice young man like him should have no problem finding some sweet thing to share his bed. What he did seem to have was a serious self-confidence problem. “May I make a suggestion?” she asked. Ryan shrugged in reply. “If you just want to spend the night with a woman,” she said, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth. “Why not just stay here. Last time I looked in the mirror, I still qualified.” Ryan looked at her in disbelief, amazed at what she had just said. Even more astonished was Dalia herself. Two hours ago she was wondering if she was the only woman at Mickey’s who wasn’t fucking around. Now she was offering to pop the cherry of an eighteen-year-old boy. Her mind drifted back to the days when Jack was a college freshman and her apartment was sometimes filled with many of his friends. More than a few times she had wondered what it might be like to bed one of them. On a few of her more lonely nights, she’d even fantasized what it would be like with more than one of them. That, of course, had been phantasm, the sexual musings of a lonely woman. Since then, there had been men in her bed if not her life. The truth was that over the years most of her sexual satisfaction came from a battery-powered lover. “I don’t understand?” Ryan said, sure he had heard her wrong. “It’s really very simple,” Dalia said as she stepped to within a foot of Ryan and gently stroking the side of his face. “You want to fuck a woman. I want a man inside of me. The solution seems obvious. Unless of course you think I’m too old?” Dalia had chosen her words carefully, especially her use of the work “fuck”. If she had learned nothing else in her sexual experience, it was that nothing turned on some men faster then a woman who talked dirty. It was quickly evident that Ryan fell into that category. “Well?” She took Ryan’s lack of response as a yes and pressed her body against him, a manicured hand coming to rest on the rising bulge in his pants. If there is one universal truth in the battle of the sexes, it is that no man was going to say no to a woman when she has his balls in her hand. Ryan proved to be no exception. “Maybe we should cancel that cab.” Dalia mused before pressing her lips against his for a brief moment. As she dialed the telephone, Dalia wondered if she had lost her mind. Maybe so, she concluded, but she’d worry about it in the morning. “Well that takes care of that.” She hung up the phone. “Now where were we?” Ryan was speechless to say the least. Dalia didn’t mind. Right now she was talking enough for both of them. It was her way of dealing with nervousness. “Oh yes,” she smiled. “We were about to get more comfortable.” Returning to him, she turned around and presented her back. His eyes focussed on the band of brown flesh between the nape of her neck and the top of her uniform. “Would you mind undoing my zipper?” . He was quick to comply, watching as the rich warmth of her flesh became increasingly exposed. The zipper stopped just above the curve of her ass, giving a better view of the delight beneath the dark material, a view now marred only by the black strap of her bra. “Could you undo that for me?” His hands fumbling with the small clasp, brought back memories of Dalia’s own teenhood dates. She considered for a moment helping him, then decided against it. If he took a little while to get the hang of it, well she had all night. Even without being able to see it, the tall woman knew a smile now filled Ryan’s face as she felt the tiny hook give way. Smaller hands took hold of Ryan’s own and guided them around her. Gently she slid them under the dark material of her brassiere to come to rest against the lighter mounds beneath it. “Mmmm!” she purred as she felt him cup her breasts. Her nipples grew hard against his fingers, a hardness matched by that pressing her ass as she pulled him against her. “Kiss me, Lover.” Dalia said, arching her head over her shoulder, offering her lips to him. Ryan followed her instructions, enjoying the press, first of her mouth, then her tongue within him. None of his dates had ever kissed him so erotically. They traded desires like long lost lovers as the difference in years between them faded. All that mattered was that Ryan was a man, and Dalia was a woman. Ryan continued to massage her breasts, savoring the softness of her flesh and the stubby hardness of her thick nipples. No longer restrained, her bra fell to the floor. Her uniform soon followed it, leaving her clad in only a pair of black panties. She took hold of Ryan’s right hand and brought it down to the waistband of her panties. Slipping under the elastic, it came to rest on her already wet mound. The forty-nine year old could feel the beat of his eighteen-year-old heart. That and the rapid pulse of his breaths. “Right there.” Dalia said as she took his index finger and led it to her excited clitoris. His touch was a little clumsy at first. Then under her tutelage it became more effective. “That’s it,” she gasped, enjoying a feeling so long absent. “Just like that, just keep going round and round.” She closed her eyes and let herself drift amidst the waves of pleasure spreading out from her pussy. This was a gifted student, she quickly decided. Dalia hoped he took to his next lesson just as well. Turning in his arms, Dalia kissed him once again. A quick thank you for both the pleasure he had given her, and the even greater ones to come. With nimble fingers, the dark woman undid the buttons of his shirt. His chest was soon as bare as hers. With outstretched fingers, she ran her hands across his pectorals, enjoying the feel of his light blond hair as the strands brushed against her skin. She placed an index finger on each of his nipples, playing with them until they became as hard as her own. The sharpness of her nails was soon replaced by the wetness of her tongue as she bent down and took his left nipple into her mouth. Dalia played with it for a minute, just enough for Ryan to see how it should be done. Then she repeated her performance on the other one. “Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” She laughed as she undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants to the floor. Her mouth opened slightly in silent admiration at the somewhat impressive package still straining against his Fruit of the Looms. Shed of the other layers of clothing, it was larger than she’d first thought. When she’d been much younger, Dalia had sat around with her girlfriends and chatted about guys, sex and the like. Their conversation back then had been full of many falsehoods. The one that always came back to her was that of cock size and race. Most of the girl’s back then had believed the myth that all black guys were hung like horses. She had been no exception. That particular fable had come to a shattering disillusionment the first time she’d been intimate with the future father of her children. Over time, and with other partners, she’s had learned for this as so many things, race was only one factor in that department. This came to mind as she pressed her hand against Ryan’s cloth-covered cock and measured it against the spread of her fingers. It was a waste, she decided, that this boy hadn’t been laid before. The idea that she would be the first to partake of his endowment produced a rush between her legs that no plastic toy could ever equal. Taking the elastic of his underpants in her hands, she pulled them down with a forceful motion. In response, Ryan’s erect cock sprang upward, bouncing in the open air. “Shit!” Dalia yelled mentally as his young manhood came to rest inches from her face. It had to be at least seven inches long! Like the rest of his now naked form, Ryan’s cock was framed by only the scarcest of light blond hair. Long as it was, it was also slimmer than what Dalia was used to -- not that she was about to complain! If anything, its width would make it fit easier into her mouth. Only as an afterthought did she find that it strangely colored. It was the first time in her life she’d ever seen a white man naked. That idea lasted but a brief second as desire replaced contemplation. Moving her head ever so slightly, she reached out with her tongue and caressed the tip. Then she ran it up and down the length. Finally, she shifted position again and took him whole within her mouth. (missing parts may be found at) Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. 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