Message-ID: <22924asstr$951189014@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000221160503.01212.00000079@ng-fg1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} [Otzchiim] The Chickenhawk (m/F, cons) Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 22:10:14 -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: newsman, IceAltar While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character that you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice, defloration more often. CHAPTER ONE The Chickenhawk There was a woman living for some years in the town of Bethesda in Maryland who was called "The Chickenhawk" by those who knew about her. This was neither an accurate nor a fair thing for her to be called, because that is the name used for gay men who like young boys, and she was definitely a woman and very hetero. But she did like them young. Nobody knew her right name (she used Francine with the boys in the area, but who knows, really?), although they could have found out what it was. They knew her address, because she had taken some of them there. She was about 25 when David Whitley encountered her, and she liked to have sex with teenage boys. Something psychological, perhaps. Maybe there was also something psychological in the way that she kept telling them how big they were and how great in bed they were. But maybe she had just learned from experience that they needed their egos propped up that way to perform the way that she wanted them to. The woman had started picking up boys about four years before. She didn't choose anyone more than a few times, and some only once. Maybe she had a thing for virgins. The boys felt that it was in their interest to protect her; sex wasn't all that easy to get for teenage boys in those days. Certainly the police wouldn't have liked what she was doing, if they had ever found out, nor would the parents of the boys. From talking, years later, to people who lived in the area around that time, David Whitley learned that she operated all over the Maryland suburbs of DC, and she got into Virginia at least once in awhile. David was picked up in late June of the year when he was 16. She walked up to a little group of boys who were standing outside a music store in Silver Spring on a Saturday afternoon and she started talking to them. Between the store and a couple of sandwich shops and movie theatres, it was a section with a lot of hangouts. The boys recognized her and knew what was up, and when the woman seemed to settle on David, the rest of the guys melted away. They walked to her car, which was parked a couple of blocks away, and then they rode to her apartment in Bethesda. The story was that often she would use motels right near where she picked somebody up, getting the room beforehand. As soon as the apartment door was closed and the chain was put on it, the woman turned around and stepped into his arms. In those days, David had never gotten any further with a girl than getting a hand under the bra, and that with only one girl after dating her for months, but he knew pretty much what he was supposed to do. That kiss got long and serious, and their tongues got into it. When their bodies had been pressed close together for a while, David put his left hand up to one breast and he stroked it from below. The woman didn't have a bra on. Her body tensed, then she pressed it tighter to his. Her hand dropped to his buttocks and pulled, rubbing her hips against his and moving from side to side. David moved his hand up and he touched her nipple with his thumb, through the cloth. Her breathing got heavier. His right hand twisted and she sighed with the stimulation. He began to wander his fingers around under her jeans, and then over to the side, while her hand roamed outside his pants. When the woman moved toward his front, to fondle his growing erection, she paused. "If that all you?" she asked in shock. "Oh, yes." "I don't know... I mean... I don't know if it will fit, but I want very much to try like hell to make it! Thinking about something that huge makes me sopping wet." She started dropping her clothes fast, and taking his off too. In less than a minute the woman was naked and she had David down to his shorts. As she took these down, she stared at his equipment. "Jesus, it looks even bigger than it felt! I can't close my hand around it! Oh, I want you in me!" She dropped back onto her bed and took him with her. She spread her legs wide and David got between them and began to guide himself in. Much of what the woman had said to him may have been exaggeration, but she was just as wet as she said and he slid easily in on his first time entering a woman. She hissed in pleasure at the contact, and she began to pant as the first couple of inches went into her. "You're stretching me apart so much, and you're hardly in me yet!" she whispered. Each stroke in took him further, and each stroke outward found more of his shaft wet and lubricated by her secretions. After another three inches were buried in her, the woman began to react more strongly to his motions. As David went deeper in, her hips started jerking by themselves. "I'm starting to doubt again if I can take all of you. Could you move a little slower? The way you are stretching me so far up, it almost begins to hurt." He was very willing. As far in as he was, she was very tight, and he wanted to make the pleasure last. He now stopped completely at the bottom of a stroke and just hung in there. The tension began to build in her face, and when David flexed the muscles in his groin and make his penis move toward his stomach while in her, the woman grunted and her hips jerked in reflex. She moved in short frantic twitches to relieve the ache of intense desire. Once the frenzy of her orgasm passed, David began to move in and out of her again, now going to the hilt each time. He still paused at times, but not long enough for the tension to build to a climax. There was still a cumulative effect, and now the woman was always on the near edge of another orgasm. Soon he was also there, though, and as he sped up, her hips convulsed again. At the moment when he erupted in a flood of semen, David drove hard in by reflex, and he saw the moment of pain in her intense pleasure when he bumped and bruised the cervix. These conflicting signals started her on another climax when she was halfway down from the last one, and at the end the woman collapsed in exhaustion, lying limp beneath him and close to comatose. He could tell that her need for release had been great. When she recovered, she offered him a ride back to Silver Spring. He turned her down; he just got dressed and left her lying there. He took the bus back, and he told the rest of the guys about it that night. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+