Message-ID: <21993asstr$946275000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: From: artie Subject: {ASSM} TGM - Miss Yellow by artie (MF ROM) 3/4 Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 01:10:00 -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: dennyw, gill-bates, apuleius <1st attachment, "TGM07.txt" begin> Tales of the Golden Mule (c) Copyright 1999 by artie@netgate.net This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of the author. A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy. Tales of the Golden Mule - Miss Yellow Part 3 The alarm sounded and Nancy turned it off. We held each other gently, Nancy pulling me to a nipple. Soon I heard the sounds of her laughter and felt her running her hands over my head. I pulled away a little from her nipple and rested my head against her chest. "What's so funny?" I asked. She squeezed me and said, "You are something special. Just look around us." I held her closer. "Do I have to?" I'd have to open my eyes and let go of her to do that, and I liked where I was very much. There was something about the weight of the bedspread, and the mattress underneath me; I couldn't remember sleeping better in quite a while. She kissed me on the top of my head. "Yes, please look," she said softly. She let go of me and rolled to the side. I sighed and opened my eyes, sitting up a little. I laughed when I looked around. The room was awash in lavender roses. Just about every flat surface had some. She was sitting up in bed; I joined her and moved closer to give her a hug. "All for you, you deserve them." She sighed and said, "I'm not going to argue." As she started getting out of the bed, I whimpered. "What's the rush? Or are you coming back?" She laughed as she stood up, fishing the small towel out of the bed. "We'll have plenty of time. We have to meet Jill, remember?" I sighed and grumbled a little as I got up. I started straightening the sheets when she said, "Leave it -- the cleaners are coming this morning; they change the sheets on Fridays." "Cleaners?" I asked. "Yes, they're here on Monday and Friday mornings; Monday is a pickup and once-over and Friday is the thorough cleaning day. They do the beach house on Wednesday." I hadn't learned to think optimistically yet. "So that's two days when we can't sleep in?" She laughed and scampered into the bathroom as I reached for her. "They come at ten. Would you be sleeping then?" I grabbed her from behind. "I might be coming then..." I growled as I kissed her neck. She laughed a little louder. "Men!" We showered and dressed, then went downstairs, closing the doors behind us. "Better leave a note for them to leave the doors closed and not toss any of the flowers," I said as I opened the refrigerator door. "Oh, I already left them a message. They're very good. They'll top off water, but they won't throw any out. I want to save the petals too." She rubbed my bottom as I was leaning over perusing the contents of the refrigerator. I got out the juice and had a glass of juice, my vitamins, and a banana. She heated some coffee in the microwave, and we split a bagel. I put the computer I'd reworked previously into the Jeep. We also loaded in some empty boxes. Maybe we'd get to the old townhouse today. Traffic wasn't too bad getting to Jill's office. She had coffee, bagels, and some 7-Up waiting in the conference room. As Jill hugged Nancy, she got a funny look on her face. "New perfume?" Jill asked. Nancy gave her a low laugh and looked over to me. "No. When I got to the house yesterday, someone had gotten about a zillion Lavonda roses. I don't know how many are in the bedroom alone." I took a sip of 7-Up. "About six dozen in the bedroom, fourteen dozen total," I said. Nancy gave Jill a sideways glance. "Do I have you to thank for that?" Jill smiled and gave us her best poker face. "I think the one you need to thank is sitting over there. But by the way both of you are grinning, it looks as if you've been thanking each other plenty!" We'd almost stopped laughing when Mindy and Duncan joined us. We quickly got into mind-numbing details of trust assets. They were still chasing real estate. So far the only pieces of property that showed up as owned were the Woodside house and the beach house. The beach house was in Nancy's name. The Sunnyvale passion pit was leased and didn't show up. We assumed the same would be true of the place in Tahoe. I suggested to Jill that Nancy and I would probably go up there on Monday and spend a couple days, if things weren't pressing around here. Jill thought that would work out fine. Nancy reminded me I had a doctor's appointment Monday morning at 9; traffic would have died down after that. I don't know what it was. Possibly it was Friday, the mention of the doctor, Tahoe. I barely made it to a trash can next to me before I heaved out my breakfast. I went down on my knees and soon had Nancy holding me as I continued to empty myself into the trash can. I ran out of steam, and of breakfast, and leaned back against the wall with my eyes closed. Someone took the trashcan away from me, but I quickly had another one. Someone wiped my face with a wet paper towel, then a dry one. I opened my eyes to see Nancy kneeling next to me, face ashen. I held her hand. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm still a little sensitive." She nodded her head. I heard Jill ask, "Bill, are you all right?" I looked up to her and tried to smile. "I'll be okay in a couple minutes; I need to catch my breath." Nancy helped me back to the chair and I had a couple tentative sips of 7-Up. My stomach growled, but things stayed down. Nancy sat next to me; she'd been across the table earlier. I looked at the rest of the crew and laughed, probably weakly. I apologized profusely, telling them I really did like working with them. That got some nervous laughter. After repeated offers from Jill to postpone, I said I was ready to continue. Duncan continued with his overview of things. No matter how I sliced it, I was going to take it in the shorts on Janet's stock options. Giving away the two cars would provide a small offset, but not nearly enough. "Any of you familiar with the musical Hello Dolly?" I asked. I got the strange looks I expected. "There's a great line in it about money. 'Money is a lot like manure; it only works when you spread it around.' What about giving say a third of her options, or stock, or whatever, to Santa Clara University?" That brought smiles. Duncan said that would work quite well. Jill asked if I had anything specific in mind for their use of the money. I grunted and suggested women's scholarships and ethics. "Call it the Megan Marshack Memorial Scholarship Fund." I asked Jill if she'd like to handle that, or would Duncan be better. The two of them exchanged glances. Jill said, "I think we'll enjoy doing this together. I'd like to shock the hell out of someone." Duncan asked what percentage I had in mind. I told him up to a third, whatever made sense. We talked about the disposition of the rest. I'd be paying taxes on it then and there. I suggested putting it into something tax-free and low risk, tying it up to provide support later on, similar to what Nancy had now. That brought approval. The "big" trust already had some charitable giving built in to offset portfolio gains. I didn't want to go into those details yet. Duncan had my old tax returns and financial stuff; I'd pointed out all the financial stuff to Karen earlier, and she'd taken it. He told us there were some strange things with one of Janet's credit cards, which Karen and Jill thought tied back to John. We had a brief discussion of how we could flush out any other cards and accounts he might have had. Monitoring the mail at each location was likely to be our best bet, although Karen was getting agency reports. That about wrapped it up for the morning. Nancy and I were going to go over to the old place and load up some more stuff. The goal was to put it on the market in the next few weeks. While it had appreciated somewhat, I wasn't concerned how much we cleared; it wouldn't be much after the mortgage. As we walked out, Jill handed me a business card. Putting a hand on my back, she said, "Call her and make an appointment. If you don't, I will." I looked at the card; it was for a counselor of some sort. Nancy saw it and said, "He will." I sighed and took the car keys out of my pocket. Nancy grabbed them, saying, "I'm driving." I got in on the passenger side of the Jeep. As we started off I said, "I'm sorry for that. I don't know what hit me, but it hit me hard." Nancy sighed. "That's okay. I'm glad you're with me today; I'm not letting you out of my sight." She put a hand on my leg, and I put mine on top of hers. "Thank you so much for last night," I said softly. She smiled and dug her fingers into my leg a little. "Did you enjoy that?" she growled. I laughed a little. "I don't think I've ever been that delirious. I hope you enjoyed it." She sighed and seemed to frown. "What is it? Tell me," I asked. She turned her head briefly to look at me, then looked back at the road ahead, shaking her head. "It's John again. He'd never let me do that to him. Oh, I'd go down on him, especially when I had my period, but he couldn't or wouldn't let go for something like that. And I tried. But I'd get him up to the edge the first time, and he'd either have to blow his load right then, or have to be on top of me." I held her hand on my leg. "Letting go... I hadn't thought of it like that, but that's what it is. I let go to you." She smiled. "I know; I can feel it, and it's grand, for both of us. It was the same when you went down on me -- I knew I could let go and let you take care of me." "Why didn't I ever have this conversation with Janet?" I blurted out, tears filling me. We'd been married all those years, and never shared feelings this deep, this intimate. Nancy held my hand. "It's okay Bill, she wasn't right for you." We pulled up to my old place. The clear implication of her last statement, "and I am right for you," echoed unsaid in my head. Was it the money making me paranoid? All the information I'd gotten had been from this seemingly tight knit group of women. Am I being taken for a ride? I had to agree with what Jill had told me earlier, but still.... I should see that Marshall character and get a semi-independent opinion. And soon -- could I do it Monday? I had a doctor's appointment first thing. I could do it after that. I really should go in and talk to Dale. Maybe after Dale, then leave around lunch time. That might work. When was I going to get the time to make the appointment in private? Why did I feel I had to hide this from Nancy? What's happening to me? We finished the upstairs, getting things boxed and labeled either "keep" or "gw" for Good Will. We did a couple boxes downstairs, mostly books and CDs. By then we'd run out of boxes and time. We loaded everything into the Jeep. Nancy insisted on driving again. "Hey, I like to drive. Relax and enjoy. John never let me drive when we were together." I must have looked pained. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't mention things like that." "You should, please. Don't hold them back, because I'm not going to. Holding things back, not saying things is one of the things that caused me grief." I sighed out loud, and decided to take my own advice. "The doctor is at nine Monday, right?" She nodded. "I want to see Dale and tell him I'm gone. Then I want to see that Marshall character at Wilson and talk to him for a while, say from ten to eleven thirty. We'll leave for Tahoe after that. Sound okay?" She smiled and nodded. "Sounds good. Want me along?" My stomach tightened a little. "No, you can pack for us. I don't know if we're going to be staying at another passion pit, or in a hotel." "Okay, I can use the time running around. I want to be at the doctor's with you though." I held her hand. "Thank you." "How's your stomach doing?" she asked. Was she that sensitive? Had she spotted the tension in me? "I don't know. I figure we have stuff at the pit for lunch." She nodded. "That's what I thought we'd do." We dropped boxes at Good Will, then headed for the pit. We parked and went in. I brought in the computer, then went to the kitchen. I needed something to drink. "Hey!" I heard Nancy's voice from upstairs. "I thought I told you not to make the bed!" What? I grabbed my 7-Up can and headed upstairs. She was standing in the bedroom; the bed had been made. "I didn't make the bed," I told her, "Especially not that well." She gave me a surprised look, both eyebrows going up. I looked down at the carpet. The ladder had left marks in it. "Looks like the place has been cleaned; the marks from the ladder are gone. I left the closet doors open." She stuck her head in the bathroom. "The towels have been changed as well." I walked into the bathroom. "Did John by any chance hire the cleaning service for the other two houses?" She smiled and nodded. "I picked them out and he did the rest." I nodded and smiled. "Creature of habit, our dear John." She laughed. We walked downstairs and she picked up her purse. She got out a business card and made a phone call. She quickly confirmed that Marcos, the same outfit that did the other two places, did this one as well; once a week on Thursday. She told them to continue, but to send one bill for all three together to the Woodside address. She was laughing as she hung up the phone. "What's so funny?" "Marcos liked the idea of sending one bill. He wondered why he had to send this one out separately." We had some lunch. The caterers would arrive in three hours to start setting up. I called the law office and got Marshall. I asked if he could be available Monday morning from ten to eleven thirty or so to answer questions about the trust for me. Of course he would; no surprise. I told him I'd see him then; I might be a little late as I'd be coming from another appointment. Not a problem, he assured me. I hung up the phone and Nancy started massaging my neck and shoulders. "The caterers won't be here until five, and I happen to know where we can find a nice soft bed. You look like you could use a nap." "Afterwards," I sort of growled. She laughed and led me upstairs. After visiting the bathroom and taking off our clothes, she led me to the bed and started pushing me down on my back. "Not just yet," I said, and eased her to her back, with her legs over the edge. I moved her bottom a little to give me a better vantage point, then I picked up one of the pillows, with its soft plush cover, and put it on top of her. "Hold on to this for a while." She wrapped her arms around it and sighed. I got down on my knees in front of her, and put her legs over my shoulders. I could feel the heat radiating from her center, and smell her. I kissed my way up her thighs, then began adoring her. She squeezed my head between her legs and quickly came to a screaming orgasm. Her second was more of a low moan, and with the third she shivered from head to toe as I hooked a finger deep inside her while I adored her on the outside with my lips and tongue. I slipped her legs off me and sat back. She was panting softly, still hugging the pillow. I took one of the sections of plush spread and put it beside her, then rolled her on to her stomach, the pillow still beneath her. I spread her legs a little and slid into her from behind. Her head had been resting on the pillow still in her arms. As I slid into her, her head straightened and rose back, and she moaned. As I settled on her, pushing in, she clenched her cheeks around me. Her bottom felt soft yet firm against me as I slid in and out. I put my arms under her, holding her shoulders from underneath and pulling us together. When I did that she moaned more and arched her back up a bit. She moved her hips to meet me, moaning and grunting softly. I felt myself nearing the edge. I rested my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes and letting my body take over. She drew her legs together and tilted her hips somehow; I pulled into her tightly, pulling even tighter as I filled her. I lay on top of her for a while, kissing her neck and shoulder. As I started to slip out, I grabbed the towel on the nightstand and put it gently between her legs, wiping myself with the other end. I moved her onto the bed fully, and making sure the alarm clock was set, I lay down next to her and snuggled up, sliding an arm underneath her at her waist, and putting another on top. She pulled me to a breast, then reached behind and pulled the soft heavy spread partially over us. She sighed and shivered a bit as I started sucking on her; what a way to take a nap. The alarm went off and we untangled and got up. As we stood by the side of the bed we hugged and kissed. She went into the bathroom and I tidied up the bed. I stepped into the bathroom as I heard the toilet flushing. She stood up and I sat down taking her place. "Thanks for warming the seat for me, beautiful," I said. She gave me a low laugh and stepped closer, holding my head to her. "I like naps," she said, rocking me a little. I put my hands around her waist. "So do I." She kissed me on the head and picked up her clothes, leaving the room. I finished my business and flushed the can. I washed up a little and dried myself with the towel. When I got dressed I carried that with me and dumped it into the washing machine. The bedding I'd put in the dryer yesterday was gone. "Very thorough cleaners," I said out loud. "They're very good," came Nancy's voice from downstairs. I joined her and we hugged again. "Get the computer hooked up again?" she asked. "I'll do that now. I'm going to flush the phone numbers stored in the fax machine too." "Okay. I'll get things ready up here." We had a while before the caterers were supposed to arrive. I didn't know what all they were going to do; not my department. We'd gotten word from Jill that having Josh and his wife stay here, just paying the utilities, should work out fine as far as taxes went for both of us. It had to do with offsetting reciprocal duties, or some such. Didn't matter to me. I heard the doorbell, then voices. They went on for a while as I reconfigured things for the cable modem. Josh could pay for that as well. The voices stopped just as I shut down the system. I walked into the kitchen. "So what's up?" I asked. The table was set for four, using dishes I'd seen in the cupboards. Nancy was putting another foil covered container in the upper oven; both ovens were set to warm. "All we need is guests now. That and a glass of wine if you'd do the honors." I got two glasses from the refrigerator and opened a bottle, pouring for both of us. "So we're serving?" "Yes, I like that." "And if they want the place, they can clean up afterwards," I said. She laughed. "Still sounds like a good deal." I started some music and sat on the couch; Nancy joined me. As we sat together sipping wine she whispered in my ear, "You are so nice to me." I took a deep breath through her hair; she'd put on perfume. I suppose I should comb my hair. "You are delicious." We sat touching for a while, not saying much. Funny, when we were first married, Janet and I used to sit like this a lot. Again that ten to twelve months ago thought popped into my mind. What had happened? What had I missed? "What is it?" Nancy asked. "What?" "You got far away all of a sudden, tight." I took a deep breath and tried to relax, closing my eyes and feeling her warmth on the couch next to me. "Just memories again. I like touching, feeling, holding. This is nice; I could do this for hours." She sighed; it was a ragged sigh. "Oh Bill, so could I. I need to be held." "I need you to hold me," I told her, smelling her perfume and kissing her neck. "Good, I like holding you close... He... never liked that." I held her and rocked her a little. "That's okay now. You can hold me whenever you want. Up to now I didn't realize how much I need to be held." We held each other for a while until the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock; right on time. I answered the door, invited them in, and did introductions all around. Josh is Indian, born there. His wife is also Indian, but she was born in Vancouver, Washington. They met one summer and went to grad school together, getting married pretty early on. They'd both gotten their Ph.D.'s last summer and moved to the Left Coast when we hired Josh. Nancy gave Linda the tour of the place while I got a glass of wine for Josh, and one for his shapely wife. I had a big smile on my face; they were going to enjoy that bed. I took Josh upstairs and we gave Linda her glass. I thought I could see a tight nipple through her blouse; the spread seemed to have that effect on people. We showed them the rest of the place, including the little office with the computer and its cable modem. Then we returned to the living area and started out with small talk and snacks. Josh and I talked about work and the project. I answered his questions as best I could, hopefully without letting on too much about my intentions. Nancy talked to Linda about house hunting, and her job at Adobe. Both Linda and Josh were getting pretty discouraged; they were in a small expensive apartment, and didn't even have room to unpack all their books. I looked around us. That's what this place needed, more books and book cases. Old John wasn't much of a reader, I guess. Well, when he was here, he wasn't interested in reading. After a while we moved in to dinner at the table. Linda and Josh were surprised and pleased at the menu; they thought everything was superb. So did I -- I like spicy food; I wondered a little if my guts would tolerate it, with what they'd been through earlier in the day. All the money in the world won't help with that kind of problem. After dinner we moved back to the living area while Nancy started coffee for the three of them. We sat down and Josh asked me, "So when are you coming back to work?" I smiled and waited for Nancy to sit down, swirling ice cubes in my ever present glass of 7-Up. I looked at Nancy, then at Josh. "Well, you may have heard that Janet's company went public? I got her stock, and am now filthy rich." He nodded and sighed, evidently expecting as much. "I'm planning on talking to Dale Monday, if he's going to be in." Josh nodded his head yes. "Right now, it doesn't make sense for me to go back. It might in six months, or a year, but right now there are so many other things." Josh sighed again and his head hung down a little. I smiled and started in. "But that leads me to a problem you can help me with, if you want to." He raised his head and gave me a questioning look. "How do you like this place?" I asked. Josh looked at Linda, they exchanged glances, and he replied, "It's quite nice." Linda nodded. "Good. It's got a paid up lease with forty four months left to go on it. The place is yours if you want it. All you have to pay is utilities. Interested?" Linda gasped. Josh looked shocked. Linda recovered first. "Really?" she asked. Nancy said, "Really. We're serious about this. We've got another house, and can't get out of the lease for this place. We need someone to stay here and take care of it. Do you want it?" Linda and Josh clutched hands and exchanged glances. Linda said, "Yes, when can we move in?" I took the keys out of my pocket and tossed them on the table. "You're here. It's yours, furnished, everything you see. I think you've even got some leftovers and dirty dishes in the kitchen." That got some laughter from them. Josh said, "All of this is included?" Linda pointed upstairs and said, "And ...?" Nancy laughed a little and said, "Everything." Even though Linda had dark skin, I thought I saw her blush and her nipples tighten. They're going to like that bed. Linda exhaled loudly. I laughed. Josh leaned over and hugged his wife. Josh looked at me and said, "I don't know how to thank you." I smiled. "There are a couple of catches. You have to collect all the mail that's not for you and deliver it to me; forwarding won't work. The fax machine has its own dedicated phone line; you need to keep that, and let me know if you get any strange faxes." Nancy added, "Oh, and the cleaners come every Thursday afternoon. That's included as well. I'll go over that with you." She handed Linda a card. "Call me and I'll fill you in." Josh and Linda clutched each other and muttered things we didn't understand, but then again, I think we understood what they meant just fine. "This is truly wonderful," said Josh in clipped tones, his accent returning momentarily. "And at the end of the lease?" he asked. "That's up to you. The contents are yours," I told them. "The stereo, the computer..." Josh said. "The dishes, the CDs, the furniture," I added. "The bed and all the bedding," interrupted Nancy, "are all yours." Linda looked at Josh and said, "What a wonderful anniversary present!" I thought briefly; their anniversary just might have been Wednesday; I wasn't sure. I would have sent flowers. "Well, I had to do something, since I forgot the flowers," I told them. They finished coffee, talking excitedly about moving things, when they could stay here. "You can stay tonight. It's yours. There's soap, shampoo, and towels in the bathroom. Not much food in the kitchen, unless you count the leftovers." Linda smiled and held Josh's hand. "Let's stay the night." I stood up and pulled Nancy to her feet. "No reason not to, it's going to take you a while to clean the kitchen." Linda hugged Nancy, then me. I could feel her heart beating fast. I shook Josh's hand, then gave him a quick hug. I hugged Nancy briefly and turned to them. "We'll let ourselves out. Have fun." We quickly exited, leaving them still somewhat stunned. When we got to the Jeep I hugged Nancy, and she gave me one hell of a kiss. "What was that for?" I asked her. "That was for what you did. You made them very happy." I held her and kissed her again, softly. "What was that for?" she sighed to me as I held her against the Jeep. "That was for what you're going to do, making me very happy," I told her. She gave me a low laugh and dragged her fingers across my back. "Let's go home." I sighed and held her. "That's what it is, home." She laughed. "It is. I haven't felt that way about it for a while, but now it's home again." I drove us back. When we entered the house from the garage, we were filled with the scent of the roses. "Oh, this is wonderful," Nancy sighed as we walked in. She turned and gave me another passionate kiss. "We can unload things in the morning," she told me. I didn't answer, just followed her upstairs. The scent in the bedroom was even stronger. I was incredibly hard just being in the room with her, filled with that scent. We stripped and went into the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth she laughed. "What's so funny?" "You are, sticking up like that. We're going to have to do something about that," she said. I looked at her; her nipples were tight, and I thought I could smell her. "I think you're a little excited as well. What do you think is going on at the passion pit?" Her nostrils flared and she gave me a low laugh. "Are you up for an adventure tonight?" I looked down at my prong standing very erect, then looked at her. She laughed. "Well, I don't know how you're going to pee with that thing, but you probably should." I nodded my head. "I agree. It will take a couple minutes, without any more encouragement." She gave me a mock pout. "Well, I can tell when I'm not needed." She blew me a kiss and stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I sat on the can and closed my eyes, waiting for my problem to diminish enough so I could empty my bladder. It took a while, but I did it. After I flushed the toilet, I got out my electric razor and shaved again. Then I shook off my semi-limp willy; didn't want to stain anything. Nancy came back in, a gleam in her eyes. "Ready?" "Yes. I'm yours," I told her. "Close your eyes then," she told me. I sighed and did so. She took my hand and led me to the bed, then pushed me on my back. She arranged me in the middle, then extended my arms and legs out from my body a bit. "Now just relax for me," she said. My head was between two pillows; she draped one of the spread sections across my face so I couldn't see what she was doing. She moved and I felt something go around my right wrist, then she moved quickly across my body and I felt the same on my left wrist. As she moved down the bed I tugged experimentally. My heart started beating faster; she was tying me to the bed! I felt something soft go around my ankles. Then my arms, and then legs were pulled tighter. I could move but not much. "How does that feel? Okay?" she asked. I laughed a little, nervously. "I'm not sure. Exciting." She ran a hand over my belly, making me squirm in my bonds. "Good. I'll be back in a while. You just relax and rest." Then she put a plush-covered pillow between my legs, resting on my cock. I gasped. I tried to relax, but I had to keep from letting my hips do what they wanted, pumping against the pillow. After a while the cover over my face was removed, as was the pillow between my legs. She was standing next to the bed wearing that long fur coat. She smiled at me, then took a finger and slid it slowly down from between her breasts to between her legs. As she slipped it inside her, she moaned and grabbed a fur-covered breast with her other hand. She stroked and squeezed herself until she moaned louder and shuddered. I thought she was going to fall over; her knees looked as if they were going to give way. She opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy smile. She took the finger out from between her legs and put it between my lips, letting me suck and lick it clean. She took a pillow and placed it behind my head, propping me up a little. Then she moved down to the foot of the bed and started climbing up to me on all fours. "If you want me to stop," she said looking me in the eye, "just tell me, and I'll keep on going." She dipped down a bit and let the fur brush the inside of my legs. My head went back and I moaned. She pounced on my cock, taking it in her mouth and caressing me with the fur. I moaned and thrashed as much as I could. When I got to the edge, she stopped and pressed on me with a hand as she'd done the night before. When I'd cooled down, but was still panting and dizzy, she moved up a bit and leaned down, now pressing into me with her fur covered breasts. I moaned and stiffened immediately. She froze and told me, "Just relax, relax darling. Don't move yet, just relax." Somehow I lay there breathing, her holding me, and I didn't come. She pulled away a bit later and pressed on me. Then it was her mouth and the fur again, and my head was back, eyes closed, moaning. I got to the edge, felt myself stiffening, and she sucked more, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock, sliding a fur-covered sleeve along my belly. I came in her mouth and she sucked and sucked, pumping me with her other hand until she'd sucked me dry. "Mmmm... Tasty," she said as she moved up my body, sliding skin and fur along me. She slid up until my face was buried between her fur covered breasts. She'd put on perfume, and it was intense. She wrapped a fur-covered arm around my head and held me to a nipple. I sucked hungrily on her, hearing her moan again. I wanted to get a finger into her, tease her, but my arms and legs were held in place. I felt fur draped across my body, and felt it moving, brushing against me from chest to crotch. Soon I felt myself stiffening again. She teased me with the fur, and I moaned as best I could with a nipple in my mouth. Then I felt her hand on me, pumping me gently. My hips rose to meet her action. She soon stopped and let go of my head. She pulled away but quickly straddled me, impaling herself. She sat up on me and started rocking her hips slowly. I looked at her; she smiled and slipped off the coat. I thought she was going to toss it aside. But instead she spread it over me, partially covering my face, and started running her hands up and down me, rubbing me with the fur, all the time rocking her hips. Soon it seemed her motions matched my breathing. I was getting dizzier and dizzier, moving as best I could, mostly my hips. I felt the orgasm build from my toes. When it hit it felt as if my whole body was coming, pumping into her. She kept up her motion until after I'd stopped, finally slowing her hips, then continuing to caress me with the fur, now including my face and neck. Her weight shifted and she focused her efforts on massaging the back of my head and neck through the fur. That was so relaxing. I felt myself slipping fast, melting from head to toe. The fur moved from part of my face and her lips joined mine, kissing me. She moved off me, our bodies parting with a slurping noise. I felt her wiping me with a towel, then she freed my feet and hands. She massaged my shoulders briefly; my arms were limp as she put one by my side. Then she moved to my feet, pulling my legs back together, and pulling me down on the bed. She slid back up my body and lay down beside me, her waist over my outstretched arm. She covered us with the fur side of the coat, and reaching behind my head, pulled my head between her breasts. I slid my other arm over her and held on as best I could. She sighed and said, "Sleep well darling." Some time during the night I felt her get up. A little while later she helped me get between the sheets. I snuggled up to her back and we went to sleep again like a pair of spoons in a drawer, but I doubt spoons have it that good. END of Part 7 Tales of the Golden Mule - Miss Yellow Tales of the Golden Mule by artie@netgate.net http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www If you want to read the whole thing, it's available in HTML format on my web site (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www/TGM.html). It's also available as a single LARGE (about 800kb!) text file on the asstr ftp site (http://www.asstr-mirror.org//pub/Authors/artie/text/tgm.txt). ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to linelengths exceeding the 75 character limit. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+