Message-ID: <21909asstr$945691803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} RP:AnnD"Snowbound-An Xmas Story"MF(3/4) Lines: 387 X-Original-Message-ID: <83k8qs$627$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Dec 20 03:46:37 1999 GMT Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 07:10:03 -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: dennyw, IceAltar Snowbound by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Three Sitting in the room, continuing to listen to the sound of running water through the thin walls, Sean thought back to when Kimberly and Lisa were still teens. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them, as well as some of their friends, to sleep over. Many Sunday mornings he would come down to the living room and find a half dozen girls in various types of undergarments spread around the room. Most of them totally oblivious of the effect their budding bodies were having on the male of the species. At least in those early years because he suspected that as they grew they learned that lesson rather quickly. He had to suppress a smile as he thought of the night he caught his youngest son, Kevin, spying on the girls after Kimberly’s 16th birthday party. The 14 year old was hiding in the hallway and playing with his cock as he tried to get a look while the girls changed clothes. Getting that look himself as he sent Kevin back to his room, Sean realized that none of them were little girls anymore. Heading up the stairs, Sean noticed that like his son, he was sporting a first class hard on. The next morning, Amanda commented that she couldn’t remember the last time he’d come to bed so horny or when they’d spent so much of the night making love. Yes, it didn’t hurt to fantasize. The hot water splashing against her skin felt so good to Ilyssia. How much better this was than spending the night in the airport. She let her mind drift as she soaped up the wash rag and ran it across her small, rounded breasts. Imagine Sean O’Shaughnessey being some kind of hero in Vietnam. Someone who actually did some of the things in the history books she read in school. She couldn’t imagine anyone having done something like that and then keeping it a secret all these years. Ilyssia had always had somewhat of a crush on Kimberly’s dad. She thought most of the girl’s in their circle did. Of all the dad’s they thought he was the coolest. Even on those nights when they huddled together and talked about who they’d like to do it with, Mr. O’Shaughnessey’s name sometimes found it’s way into the discussion. Of course never when Kimberly was around, and always with the provision that ‘if only he wasn’t so much older than they were.” It was funny, she thought as she ran the washcloth between her legs, the gap between their ages didn’t seem so big now. Even though he was now past fifty, he seemed closer to her 24 years then when he was only 42 and she was 16. “I guess that’s because we’re both adults now.” Ilyssia thought as she took hold of her long hair and ran the hot water through it. “I guess the older you get, the less age matters.” She thought of Cynthia Moskowitz, a girl who had worked for the firm last summer. She had left to marry a much older man. He was 56 and she was 23. People kept saying how she was throwing her life away. After all, most of the girls in the office said, it wasn’t like the guy was rich or anything. He wasn’t even handsome, most said. The bulk of men in the office just kind of smirked and whispered comments to each other about how the groom was a luck so and so. Ilyssia remembered being close enough to hear when Sally Levin cornered Cynthia in the ladies room one afternoon and actually asked her how she could go to bed with such an old guy. Rather than be intimidated by her presumption, Cynthia looked Sally right in the eyes and said it was easy -- because he was a great fuck! She added that Sally could keep on humping the teenage delivery boys, something that was almost an open secret among the girls in the office, but that there was no substitute for experience. “I wonder what it would be like,” Ilyssia asked herself. “To actually sleep with Sean.” It was a question she had considered many times as a teenager, but this was the first time it had been answered by a sudden tingling between her legs. As he heard the water in the bathroom shut off, Sean was considering the sleeping arrangements for the night. While the king size bed was certainly large enough for both of them, perhaps prudence dictated that he take the couch. It didn’t look too uncomfortable. While it would never occur to him to take advantage of the situation, he didn’t trust himself not to innocently roll over during the night and reach out for the warm body next to him. He still had erotic dreams some nights and would rather not tempt fate. It might be too embarrassing. “Oh that felt great.” Ilyssia said as she stepped out of the bathroom, her now clean body concealed only by the small wrap around towel that she’d found inside. Stripped of the plain travel suit she’d been wearing at the airport, it was immediately obvious how much Ilyssia had changed in the years since the last time Sean had seen her. The long blond hair which had been wrapped up in a bun now hung free around her shoulders. Just below her hair, only partially concealed by the cheap towel, stood a pair of round, firm breasts. Below the other end of the covering, which ended only a inch or so below her crotch, stretched out a pair of long smooth legs. “Bathroom’s all yours.” she smiled with a warmth that could melt the snow piled up on the windowsill. “Definitely the couch.” Sean said to himself as he stepped past Ilyssia into the bathroom. The bathroom mirror was still steamed up as Sean began to shave. Thankfully he had been doing it for so long that he could do it by touch alone. Wiping the last of the lather from his face, he caught the last vestiges of Ilyssia’s perfume in the air. It had the scent of jasmine. “Ah, if only it was 1971 again.” Sean mused, remembering what it had been like when he was Ilyssia’s age. Sean initially turned on the shower’ cold water, both to clear his head and to help take care of the small matter of an erection he’d gotten from watching her march across the room. Some things were still the same after all. He could have taken advantage of his hard on and masturbated, he’d gotten quite good at that lately, but the lack of a lock on the bathroom door put that idea far from his mind. Not that he expected her to walk in on him or anything like that, but it was possible for her to hear him. He remembered the sound the toilet seat in his old house use to make when one of the boys used to be in there playing with themselves. Actually it made pretty much the same sound when Kimberly used it for the same purpose. Until he saw her come walking out, he had been sure it was one of the boys in there. Ever the caring father, he took the time to grease the bolts holding down the seat, eliminating the noise for good. Switching the temperature to hot, Sean closed his eyes and wallowed in the tepid torrent. His body didn’t used to hurt so much. He made a note to find time in his schedule to get to the health club more. Running his hands through his short hair, he took note that the salt and pepper hair was more of the former than the latter. Well he should be happy, he told himself, too many of his friends had all lost their hair. Washing his balls, he discovered that despite the cold shower, his erection was still partially there. He slid his hand up and down the length of his cock, enjoying the feel of his soapy touch. “Little chance of Ilyssia hearing me in here.” the older man thought as he began pumping his cock back to it’s original hardness. Sean kept his eyes closed as he leaned back against the tile wall and played with his cock. Later on, he knew, he would be angry with himself. It wasn’t right that he always found himself having only solitary sex. Once of these days he really should take up one of those offers of dinner and such that the women around him kept dropping. But for now, he was content just to rest against the wall and enjoy the sensations. “Can I help you with that?” Sean suddenly heard a soft voice ask him, a voice only inches away. Before he could even open his eyes, he felt the touch of a gentle hand replace his own around his pulsating cock. “Lisa!” Sean called out as he realized the situation. “Don’t freak out on me now.” she smiled as she pressed her naked body against his, running her free hand through his soapy chest hairs. “I think I’m probably as nervous as you are right now. If I stop to think about what I’m doing, I’m going to loose my nerve. Sean opened his mouth to respond but found his words cut off as Ilyssia’s lips pressed against his, her tongue invading his mouth. The young woman wasn’t giving him any time to think about what was happening. Five minutes before, Ilyssia had steeled her nerve and opened the bathroom door just enough to peek in. She recognized the way Sean had looked at her when she’d come out of the bathroom. The 24 year old had seen it on enough men over the years. She had also noticed the rising bulge in his pants as he excused himself into the bathroom. It was now or never. That small tingle she’d experienced earlier had blossomed into a flame as she watched Sean strip. She didn’t expect him to have the body of a 30 year old, but what she saw wasn’t bad. Obviously Sean paid attention to his physical well being. Much of his body hair was a mixture of gray/white, especially that around his cock. That, however, was as long and hard as any guy her age. Dropping the small towel to the floor, the young blond took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “Ilyssia, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Sean said as he broke the kiss. “I’m old enough to be your father, and you’re a ......” “I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.” Ilyssia completed his sentence. “And you’re not my father, so let’s not even go there.” It was hard to argue with a young woman holding your cock. That was a fact that Sean had learned very early in life. It was equally obvious that Ilyssia wasn’t about to relinquish her prize. “Fuck!” Sean said in exasperation, knowing that he didn’t have the will power to say no a second time. “I thought you’d never ask.” Ilyssia laughed as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Dropping to her knees in the tight shower, the young woman quickly guided Sean’s cock into her waiting mouth. A sudden rush ran though her as she thought about what she was doing. It was almost like incest. An idea that also occurred to Sean as she looked down at the naked form of his almost-daughter. Captivated, Sean watched his hard cock slide in and out of her eager mouth, delighting in the wonderful sensations her tongue produced as it swirled up and down his manhood. It would take a lot more than a sudden act of conscience to make him stop this now. The building would have to be burning down, and even then he might hesitate a little. “Oh God, yes!” he moaned as Ilyssia ran her darting tongue down the entire 7” length of his cock and down across his balls. “Oh baby, yes.” Ilyssia never enjoyed a blow job more. Hearing his words of encouragement just drove her to want more. She slid his cock back into her mouth, letting it slide as far back as it would go. She felt Sean’s hands at the back of her head as he began to fuck her mouth. Having him take an active part in their play just added to the turn on. She let it go on for a little while longer, then managed to free her mouth. “I don’t want you to come so easily.” she said as she stood back up. Sean understood her concern. Long gone were the days when he could shoot his load and be ready to go twenty minutes later. In fact, it had been so long since he’d had a blow job, it was a wonder that he hadn’t exploded into her mouth as soon as she started. Ilyssia continued to play with the wet hair on his broad chest. Few of her lovers had any chest hair at all, the current rage being to have a smooth body. Nibble fingers played with his nipples, finding them highly sensitive. On impulse, she replaced her fingers with her tongue, bringing another series of moans from Sean. “Why don’t we move to the bed.” Sean suggested as he began to feel the water splashing them both beginning to cool. “Excellent idea.” Ilyssia smiled, giving Sean’s cock one last playful tug. They didn’t even bother drying off. Although she was half his size, Ilyssia was clearly going to be the aggressor. She pushed Sean onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Straddling his chest, she leaned down and pressed her breasts against his face, guiding her own nipples to Sean’s mouth. Sean eagerly accepted the rounded young globes. He could remember when Ilyssia was still a flat chested teen, sure she would never develop. She had been so excited when they finally appeared, trying to draw everyone’s attention to the then small mounds. Well she certainly had no trouble getting anyone to notice them now. He ran his tongue across her small dark circles, bringing her eraser shaped nipples to a firm hardness. Her skin was so warm to the touch. Passionately, he began to cover them with kisses before taking one of her nubs into his mouth. His tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller woman. "Oh that feels nice." Ilyssia gushed as Sean moved to her other breast, continuing to caress the first with his hand. “I can see what Cynthia meant by the advantages of experience.” she added silently. As Sean continued to feast on her young breasts, Ilyssia stretched her body along the length of his. Lifting her ass up and down, she began to massage his cock with her pussy, making it wetter than ever. She couldn’t wait until he was inside her, but reminded herself that there was no need to rush. After all, they had all night. In no time at all, the blond tressed woman reached the edge of orgasm. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Relishing the fire racing up and down her body, Ilyssia decided to find out what else experience was good for. Lifting herself totally off Sean for a few moments, she moved to the head of the bed. Once again she straddled the older man. This time she was higher up, at a point where her wet cunt stood poised just above his face. A face filled with a broad smile, something she rarely noticed on most of her much younger lovers. For the most part, they usually they just looked at cunnilingus as something they had to endure in order to get to the good stuff. Ilyssia had no sooner lowered herself within easy reach when she felt Sean’s own nimble tongue going to work. Driving it up deep inside her, she felt it quickly locate her clit and begin to play a melody on it. She could feel her juices surging under his ministrations. A climax wouldn’t be long in coming. And what a climax it was. Ilyssia felt her entire body tremble as all the air seemed to suck out of her lungs. The beat of her heart was like a trip hammer as she grabbed the headboard with her outstretched hands and braced herself. “Omigod!!!” was the only word she could manage as one of the best orgasms of her life sent her to a land of dreams. The dream lasted only seconds in the real world, but they were the longest seconds of her young life. (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. 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