Message-ID: <21485asstr$943629000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Your Pal Tal Subject: {ASSM} Janet for Hire Part Three (3) (slut, group, exhibitionism, more) Lines: 141 X-Original-Message-ID: <383E3150.BF4483D@paganpleasures.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 X-Posted-By: @207.218.50.203 (citwil) X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by nnrp03.primenet.com id AAA28787 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id CAA05984 Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 10:10:00 -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: gill-bates, IceAltar, newsman Janet for Hire Part Three (3) The woman sat up, looked around. She brought her lips to Blue’s and kissed her warmly. She did the same with Red. Using both hands the woman scooped up the mixture of sperm and pussy juice from her torso. She drank the mix and scooped up some more. Gleefully she ran her hands over her body, around her breasts and brought them to her pussy where she masturbated herself to orgasm. The audience cheered more loudly than before, though it was at this point that Lesiah noticed that there were some men in the back of the room, seated in a more dimly lit area who did not seem to express much of any emotion. They seemed inhibited. Nervous. The actress who had just revived and climaxed said: “Thank you women of space. You realized something that we had forgotten when the terrible comet came upon our poor planet. It is women and men together who give this planet its life and its joy. Your mingling of female and male fluids brought me back from the brink of death. Now my people can once more join together equally in the great cosmic dance.” “Then our work here is done,” said Blue. “We are glad to have been of help to you and your people,” said the woman in the red outfit. “Now we must go and spread the good word and our legs throughout the galaxy so that others may benefit.” The lights dimmed and (most of) the audience applauded. The performers took their bows and exited through curtains behind the stage. “Not very good dialogue,” commented Lesiah. “Yeah,” Bea agreed. “But what is this place? It’s a restaurant, a live sex theatre and a whorehouse all rolled into one. Weird.” “Let’s find out.” Unconcerned with her nudity Lesiah made her way through the audience and toward the curtained exit. Bea followed. While Lesi and Bea set off to discover the wherewithal of the unusual establishment, Tolland True was discovering just how good at sex the albino girl could be. The door to the alley opened with a squeak as the girl pushed on it. Stepping outside, she pointed toward a fenced off area. Only a little light, mostly from the moon above in the reasonably clear night sky and from a street lamp across the alley, illuminated the spot. The girl walked to that spot and pulled the frock over her head. She tossed it aside, unconcerned with where it landed. She spread her arms invitingly. Her skin and hair were, almost, the same color as the moonlight. It seemed, almost, as if she was made of that light. But she was real, flesh and blood, of the Earth and the Moon. True came to her as he tossed his jacket aside. She pressed her soft body against his, began grinding her crotch against his as he leaned back against the hard wood of the fence. Her small breasts were topped with tiny, hard nipples. These she pressed against his chest. Cunt juices flowed down her legs. Even through his pants True could feel the fluids flowing from her. Her lips pressed passionately against his; her tongue flitted, wiggled, probed. Returning her ardor, True received her kiss, her passion, felt her incredible sexual energy wash over him. The slight raising of one of his knees brought his thigh in contact with the girl’s cunt and she rubbed herself against his leg more vigorously than before. Her breathing became rapid short pants. Fire like a golden dawn flashed in the clear deep ice eyes that were now locked with his. A flood of wetness drenched True’s thigh as the girl climaxed, explosions of pleasure suffusing her tiny body. She shook, she trembled, her muscles spasmed; she made no sound. Nor did she stop her amorous pursuance. Her hands quickly but rapidly undid True’s belt, unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper. She pulled his slacks down, feeling the hard naked flesh of his engorged organ pressing against her thigh. She raised a leg up and took hold of that organ, guiding it into her cunt. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass to steady her as she slid herself onto him, taking all of his inches in one quick movement. The girl’s cunt was like a boiling, churning cauldron of liquid fire. She radiated incredible sexual heat. Her vaginal muscles rippled in waves along his cock, and he responded with equal skill, flexing his penile muscles inside her. They thrust and writhed and propelled themselves toward orgasm. Her breath was heavy, as was his; they were almost breathing in unison, inhaling and exhaling the heady, musky fragrance of each other. The intensity with which they clung to each other was almost painful; True held her ass in a grip like a steel vise. He speared a finger into her anus. The girl welcomed the pleasure producing intrusion of True’s dexterous digit in her ass hole but was caught off guard by it. She jerked in surprise and the two of them stumbled off-balance. They tried to keep their footing but couldn’t and so careened to the ground. They were not hurt, just shaken. The girl was atop True. She smiled and in a moment he realized why. They were still as one, still joined at the genitals, and still joined in spirit. She was already fucking her hips up and down on his flesh pole when he realized that the fall had not separated them. He smiled up at her and in moments the two climaxed together, True making enough sound for both of them as he cried out his orgasmic release, discharging torrents of sperm deep into the girl’s wanton womb. They shook and shuddered together for many minutes in orgasmic affirmation of their carnal copulation. — End Part Three — (continued) _______________________ The moderately mythic Taliesin, the Bard is a popular porn performer, pagan pundit, and prominent prosex partisan, as well as being addicted to atrocious alliteration. You may write to him at Positively Pagan, 5632 Van Nuys Blvd. #337, Van Nuys, CA 91401 or e-mail him at taliesin@paganpleasures.com. Tal’s websites are http://www.paganpleasures.com and http://www.taliesinthebard.com. ProSex, S.L.U.T., OPT, Janet for Hire and the names and likenesses of all prominent characters and organizations in this fictional story are trademarks of Positively Pagan. Thank you for flying with ProSex; please watch your step as you deplane. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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