Message-ID: <21674asstr$944507402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} {ASS}AnnD"The Morning After"MF(2/3) Lines: 289 X-Original-Message-ID: <82g9ji$7dg$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Dec 06 12:19:00 1999 GMT MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Date: Mon, 6 Dec 1999 14:10:02 -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: kelly, gill-bates The Morning After by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Two Moving closer, Estelle took his other hand and guided it between her legs. Placing it against her hairy mound, she moved it back and forth. As with her nipple, his fingers caused her tiny clit to grow hard. “Oh yes,” Estelle said as she felt his touch. “Right there.” Like she had said, some things were beyond the needs of language as Tomas began to work his fingers of their own accord. Still working his fingers between her legs, he used his other hand to lift her breast and lowered his head to meet it half way. The stiff, thick nipple slipped easily into his mouth. “Mmmm” Estelle purred as she felt his tongue whirl around her nipple. It was obvious that Tomas was a great lover of breasts. He wasn’t doing too badly with his other hand either, running his fingers up inside her pussy. His technique was a little on the crude side, Estelle thought, but she was more than willing to overlook it in exchange for some of the other benefits of youth. Her own hands were busy as well. Holding his cock in one hand, she could feel it growing hard once more. She thought back to the days when Tim could go at it two or three times in a single night. She suspected that Tomas would be easily able to equal or surpass that record. Her other hand played with his curly dark hair, helping him maintain his hold on her breasts. By this time, she had guided his mouth to her other mound as well. Through it all, Estelle was experiencing a level of sexual excitement she had not known since her late teens. If anything, the raging lust she felt racing through her body was far greater than those days when she had first given her body to Tim Jones. Back then, it had been Tim who had been the aggressor. The one who had initiated sexual passion. Now it was Estelle who shepherded her young lover along the path of ecstasy. Using hand motions to get her message across, Estelle stretched Tomas across the length of the large bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his muscular form at about his knees. She took a breast in each hand and massaged it roughly, paying careful attention to her large areola and thick nipples. Estelle lifted one of her heavy mounds as high as it went, bringing it within reach of her mouth. Reaching out with her tongue, she traced a wet path across her hardened tips. Switching breasts, she repeated her performance on her other heavy globe. She knew that when they’d first been married, little shows like this drove Tim wild. Having already seen that Tomas was a breast man as well, she expected it had a similar effect on him. Tomas reacted by reaching up with both hands. Estelle took them in her own and used them to continue massaging her breasts. The look of delight on the young man’s face told the whole story. “Usted es pechos es así que suave, he soñado siempre sobre tales placeres.” Tomas said as he squeezed them hard, relishing the feel of them. “I’m sure that’s a compliment.” Estelle said as she removed his hands and placed them back at his side. “But you just lie there and enjoy what Estelle is going to do for you next. You’ll have another chance to play with my breasts soon enough.” Leaving over, the 42-year-old took hold of her mounds and pressed them against Tomas’s rigid cock. She could feel his hardness as she pressed her pliant flesh against it. Pressing even harder, she moved her breasts up and down, causing his manhood to disappear within her bosom. Tomas watched in fascination as Estelle massaged his cock against her warm skin. The sensations flooding his cock were indescribable in either language. “You like that, don’t you?” Estelle smiled, the lust within her now in total control. “Well I think you’re really going to love what comes next.” Releasing her hold on her breasts, and in turn that on his cock, Estelle lifted herself a little higher off Tomas. She shifted her body a bit more, until her genitals hovered just above his. Estelle reached down and took hold of his cock, pleased with both its girth and hardness. Holding the wide mushroom shaped head, she placed it at the still wet entrance to her passage of love. “All right baby,” she said as she slowly lowered herself. “Now the fun really starts.” With an ease that Estelle found surprising, considering how much larger she thought Tomas was than her husband, the older woman felt him slide up inside of her. She hadn’t realized just how wet all of this had made her. “Oh yes,” Estelle moaned as she felt Tomas fill her. “That is so, so good.” “Muy bueno” Tomas echoed as he felt the walls of her pussy press again his cock. As good as Estelle’s cunt felt around his cock, it felt even better as she began to rise and fall. Those sensations grew in intensity, fueled by her up and down motions. The dark haired woman stretched forward and braced herself against the headboard. Her breasts hung low, at just the right level for Tomas to reach up and cradle them. With a wide smile he began to play with them, matching the movement of his hands to the gyrations of their bodies. “Cójame!” Estelle called out, remembered one of the terms the teachers didn’t teach in school, but that every kid in class quickly learned. Faster and faster the two lovers moved, creating a symbiotic union. Every movement of their bodies, produced a sympathetic reaction in the other. A reaction whose intensity grew with each repetition. Tomas wasn’t a virgin, but his too previous experiences were both two brief to be noteworthy. His first had been with Modeste, his girlfriend back home. It had been her gift on the night of his 16th birthday. Both of them had been so excited that it was over before they realized it. His other experience had been with one of the call girls that sometimes frequented the hotel. There had been an altercation with one of the customers and Tomas had kept the man from beating on her. She had given him a quickie as a reward. As the term implied, it had been over even faster than his encounter with Modeste. Estelle could feel Tomas’s body tensing beneath her, telling her that he was on the verge of a second eruption. She lifted herself as high as she could without loosing contact with his cock, then dropped down with all of her weight. Up she lifted herself once more, then down with the same abandon. It only took two more tries until she felt the first warm burst of young manhood erupt inside of her. Pulling his hot sweaty body against her own, Estelle’s own orgasm was triggered by his. Her mouth found his and she kissed him with all the lust her body had contained. A lust set free by the explosion of their matching climaxes. All the while, the juices of their passions mixed within her. Even after their bodies stopped shaking, Estelle held Tomas tight against her, bathing in the joined warmth of their hot flesh. The damp sweat covering their skin mixed with the scents of their exertions, a potent reminder of their joining. As they lay together in the early morning light, the much-satisfied woman wondered what her colleagues would’ve thought of predictable and safe Estelle. Would they now think of her in a different light? Well even if they didn’t, she knew that she now would. Disengaging herself from Tomas, Estelle stepped into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the shower, letting it warm up as she took care of her personal hygiene. Estelle stepped out of the bathroom, still nude. Her body still radiated enough of the lust that had consumed her to wonder if Tomas would like to join her in the shower. To her deep and lasting disappointment, both her bed and the room around it were now empty. “I guess it was too much to expect a third time.” Estelle said to herself as she stepped back in the bathroom and into the shower. Estelle finished her shower and quickly dressed. As she organized her papers for the eleven o’clock meeting, the last of the weekend, Estelle thought about all that had happened to her since last night. An old saying came to mind. Today was indeed the first day of the rest of her life. And starting today, things were going to be different. Estelle sat in the coffee shop, enjoying a cup of coffee. Thankfully, the ringing in the back of her head had finally stopped. “How’s your head this morning?” said the woman who sat down next to Estelle. “Good morning Janet.” Estelle said to her younger co-worker. “And to answer the question, I’d have to say my head is fine.” “Then you must have a lot stronger constitution than I do.” Janet said, “Either that or you’ve suddenly discovered a miracle cure for hangovers.” “Maybe something like that.” Estelle smiled as she took another sip of coffee. “Well good, cause I just wanted to tell you that it wasn’t my idea.” Janet said. “What are you talking about?” Estelle asked. “What wasn’t your idea?” “It was Maria’s idea,” the blonde went on. “She thought it would be funny, and I guess about midnight, plastered as we all were, it seemed like a funny thing to do.” “I still have no idea what you are talking about.” “The busboy,” Janet explained. “That Mexican kid, Tomas.” Estelle suddenly turned deadly pale. Had they seen her pick him up? Drunk as she was, who knows what she did in public. “Janet,” Estelle said, trying to control the fear in her voice. “What about the busboy?” “Well maybe I should start all over.” “I think that maybe you should.” Estelle replied. “Well it was about midnight,” Janet began, starting her narrative at a point Estelle couldn’t remember. "You were so drunk that we had to carry you back to your room. And I have to tell you in all honestly, honey, you could loose a few pounds.” “Never mind that,” the older woman interrupted. “Where does the bellboy come into all of this.” “I’m getting to that,” Janet went on. “Like I was saying, we had to carry you back to your room, but you were too much for the two of us to handle. Especially since we weren’t in much better shape. So Maria got the busboy, who was just finishing up for the night, to carry you for us.” “Well that explains how he got to my room,” Estelle thought. “If not into my pants.” If was after we got you out of your clothes and into bed that Maria got the idea that it would be funny to have you wake up with the kid in your bed. Especially since you’d have no idea how he got there. She explained the joke to the kid in Spanish and even gave him $20 to play along.” “So it was all a practical joke?” Estelle asked in disbelief. “Of course,” Janet said with a broad smile. “Maria said that the look on your face when you woke up and saw him would be priceless.” “Oh it was priceless all right.” Estelle laughed loudly as she realized what she had done. “You’ll never know how priceless it was.” END (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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