Message-ID: <26096asstr$967507802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: michaeld38@aol.communism (MichaelD38) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000828140340.01374.00000147@nso-fi.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Vector, ch.13 {MichaelD} (2/2) Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 20:10:02 -0400 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: RuiJorge, newsman Vector Copyright 2000 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization --- After a long, wonderfully filling breakfast, the girls announced that they wanted to hang out by the pool. They had brought swimsuits with them, but, no doubt thinking of Victor's enormous winnings the night before, wanted to buy new ones. Victor let them, and the three of them spent about an hour trying things on in the shopping concourse. The girls settled on a couple of skimpy thongs, Meredith's in black and Leslie's in white, continuing the motif they had established the night before. They went quickly up to the room to change before descending to the pool. Victor thoroughly enjoyed the display the two of them put on, rubbing suntan oil on each other and then Victor. He watched the other guests ogling the two girls and clearly trying to figure out who Victor was. He ordered a round of Pina Coladas and drank half of his before falling asleep. When he woke up about an hour later, Meredith and Leslie were face down on their sunbeds, tops undone to avoid tan lines. Both of them had apparently been in the pool, for their hair was still wet. He reached out and ran a finger along Meredith's firm, oily calf. She twitched a little at the contact and then lifted her foot toward his hand. She raised her head slightly and smiled back at him. "Have a nice nap?" "Yes." "What do you want to do tonight?" "More of the same, I suppose." Leslie lifted her head, pulling her wet blonde locks around the other side of her neck. Victor could see most of her right breast now, pressed against the top of her suit and the sunbed. "Could we get another limo? That was really cool last night." "Sure. And go buy something else to wear, if you guys want." They looked at each other and grinned. Leslie bit her lip to keep from giggling. "I feel like such a mistress." "What do you want us to wear?" Meredith asked. "Surprise me. You had the right idea last night." "Are you going to stay here?" "For a little while." The girls exchanged a grin and refastened their tops. They each gave him a kiss (to the mild amazement of a few people nearby) and gathered their stuff to leave. Victor ordered another drink, took a swim, and then went up to the room about half an hour later. When he arrived, he found more shopping bags on the floor but didn't see the girls. The message light on the phone was blinking, and Victor was about to see what it was when he realized someone was in the bathroom after all. The door opened. It was Leslie, dressed only in a white silk baby-doll nightgown that descended only just past her sex. Her hair was loose, brushed straight around her face, and her generous curves were on display, the essentials hidden by nothing more than a thin layer of silk. Victor gulped. Leslie's nipples, obviously erect, strained against the fabric of the nightgown. She smiled at him warmly. "Hi." "Hi." He looked past her. "Where's Meredith?" Her smile broadened. "She's still shopping. I asked her if we could have some time alone, since we haven't had any yet, and she said it was okay." Victor's throat tightened. "Oh." She stepped toward him slowly, stopping only a few inches away. He could see down between her ample breasts now, down into her flushed cleavage. She tipped her head back, tossing her hair a little, and looked up at him. He put his hand on her cheek, caressing her, pushing his fingers through her long blonde hair. She took the towel from his hand and lifted the T-shirt over his head. Then she untied his swim trunks and pushed them down. Naked now, Victor embraced her. She surrendered to him, going limp in his arms as he crushed her breasts against his chest. But she returned his kiss fiercely, molding her body to his. His penis rose to erection rapidly, pressing against the silk of her nightgown. She dropped a hand down to envelop him, squeezing him tightly. They backed up to the bed, and Victor sat down on the edge, bringing himself level with Leslie's wonderful breasts. He nibbled at them through the fabric until Leslie pushed the straps off her shoulders, letting the nightgown fall downward. Then he nursed at her, drawing her hardened nipples into his mouth. He caressed lightly between her legs as he did so, running his fingertips along her heated blonde sex. Leslie moaned, letting her head hang backwards as Victor's fingers explored further, opening her slowly. He found her clitoris and moved it slowly back and forth with his thumb. A drop of fluid emerged from her inner lips. Victor pushed up with his middle finger, sliding into her. She let out a cry and jerked back briefly, overstimulated, then gingerly let him resume his attentions. All at once, she came back to life, dropping to the floor in front of him. She took his erection in one hand and swallowed him deeply into her mouth. Victor groped at her head as she sucked on him, bobbing, working her tongue against him. She kept it up until Victor pulled her off, pulled her back onto the bed with him. She smiled down as she straddled him, sitting back, letting him sink into her belly. He cupped her breasts in his hands, running his fingers over her stiff nipples. She sighed. "Mmm." He lifted up to kiss her, and she returned it briefly. "Victor?" she moaned, eyes closed, breath whistling between clenched teeth. "What?" "You have a very big dick." He laughed. "So I've been told." She moaned again, settling all the way down. He looked down at her, seeing her split apart on his erection. He dropped his hands to her hips and held her close as she began rocking back and forth. He lay still under her, caressing, tweaking, kissing, but largely letting her do what she wanted. He watched inside her, watching her arousal rising toward orgasm, but left her alone. He wanted to know what she liked, what her triggers were, but still did not like to do anything else to her. Her motions grew faster, more spasmodic, as she neared climax. Her hands held tightly onto his shoulders as little whimpers escaped her mouth. Finally, she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts out at Victor, and a long shudder ran through her body. Victor was still inside her head, and as he watched the vibrations spinning through her, his reservations about interfering dissolved. He only wanted her to feel good--what was wrong with that? He took control of her orgasm, holding it, letting it subside a little, then making it peak again. Leslie let out a shriek, body going rigid over him. He did it again, making the pleasure wash over her in waves, making it happen four or five times before releasing his grip. Leslie shook in ecstasy, nails digging into his shoulder so hard it hurt, teeth clenched, a low whine coming from her nose. When Victor finally let her go, she let out a gasp, and collapsed onto his chest. Victor put his arms around her, holding her tenderly. She continued breathing raggedly, body shaking, for nearly a minute before her eyes opened. She lifted her head a little and looked down at him. "Who _are_ you, Victor Hayes?" The gratitude and pleasure in her eyes were enough to soothe what little guilt he had about what he had done. "Just me." "I've never . . . I mean _never_, come like that before. I don't know what you were doing, but God. It just wouldn't stop." "I'm glad." She stared down at him, blue eyes filled with longing. "What?" he asked after a moment. "Please make this work. Please. I'll do whatever I have to do to help." "You mean this thing with the three of us." She nodded. "I feel like I've woken up from a really long dream," she said. "Everything you said about me, all my fantasies, it was true. This is what I've always wanted, but I never thought it would happen." "You, me, and Meredith?" "Yes. I know I've only known her a few days, but she already feels like my sister. We're so much alike it's scary." "I know." More than you realize, he thought wistfully. She smiled again, and felt gently to the side, pulling him on top of her. He rolled between her legs, and she linked her ankles behind his butt. He pushed in deeply and began to make love to her again. This time he was in her head from the beginning, pulling her along with him, watching just what he was doing to her. She rose back to orgasm rapidly, body heaving, breasts rolling around on her chest, eyes shut tightly in sweet agony. He let himself go at that point, driving hard into her as she shrieked in yet another climax, and poured himself into her belly. They lay together afterward, Leslie's head on his chest. Victor played idly with her hair as she snuggled against him. In her head, he saw nothing but weary contentment, and the first sparks of love. "Leslie?" "Hmm?" "Tell me something. Last night, when you and Meredith were talking, you said something about never dating the boys your age." She nodded. "I don't like them. I never have. They're just not what I want." "So I'm not the only old fart you've dated before?" She laughed softly. "No. Even in high school. I had some boyfriends, but nothing that ever felt right. The first guy I slept with was a friend of the family, a friend of my mom's from college. I'd had a crush on him for a long time, but I think he was scared of me at first." "How old were you?" "Seventeen. We were bad." "How old was he?" "Um, forty-three, I think. I was babysitting his daughter. I'd been doing it for a long time, ever since his wife ran off. We used to flirt a lot, but not until my senior year of high school did it get through to him that I wanted to sleep with him." "Did he?" "Not at first. Not until I let him find me asleep in his bed." "You didn't." She laughed again. "I did. It was sort of this, 'Oh, you're so late, I lay down to rest and fell asleep.' Of course, I took off my clothes first. I only had my bra and panties on when he got back. And he's trying to be so cool when he 'wakes me up,' except he can't keep his eyes off my tits. So I just took my bra off. That was enough to do it." "Was that the only time it happened? Or did you keep seeing him?" "Only for a little while. He was really sweet, but he just couldn't deal with the fact that I was still in high school. We're still friends, but that's all." He hugged her, and she snuggled closer to him. "Tell me about your first time." Victor gulped. He took a deep breath. "It . . . it was in Vietnam. It's not something I like talking about." "Oh. I'm sorry." She hugged him tightly. "I didn't think. I'm sorry." "It's all right." She was quiet a moment. "I don't mean to pry . . . but you _were_ in Vietnam?" "Yes." "When?" "1967 to 1969." "What did you do?" "I was a Marine. Infantry." "Oh." He sighed again. _Where_ had that flashback that morning come from? Leslie spoke up again after a second or two. "Was it bad?" "Yes." "I don't want to make you talk about it . . . I'd just like to know you, that's all." Victor closed his eyes and sighed. "Charly Foster was my best friend. I watched his head get blown apart by a grenade." "He was the guy you dreamt about? This morning?" "Yes. Do you know anything about the Vietnam War? Have you taken any of that yet?" "A little." "It was 1968. The Tet Offensive. I was stationed at Khe Sahn. Do those names mean anything to you?" "I've heard of the Tet Offensive. That's all." "Khe Sahn was a combat base near the DMZ. The Demilitarized Zone along the North Vietnamese border. There were about 6,000 of us stationed there in early 1968. When the Tet Offensive began, the NVA surrounded the base with almost 20,000 troops. We were completely cut off from the other American and South Vietnamese forces for three months. The only way in or out was by air, and the NVA was shelling the airstrip almost nonstop. They shelled the rest of the base too, but with the airstrip, they were just merciless. Whenever anything came in to land, it was like the Fourth of July. Artillery and machine guns went off everywhere. They had their guns fixed on the airstrip, and when the planes came in, the shells began landing right on top of them. I watched helicopters get shot right out of the sky. I watched a C-130 take a direct hit just as it set down. It got so bad they had to airdrop supplies, and half the time the drops were off target, and we got to watch the NVA troops open up the pallets. They would laugh at us as they did it." Leslie was still and silent beside him. "On the night of March 22, Charly and I were out on the perimeter. The shelling was as bad as I had ever seen it. It was coming in so thick you couldn't even think straight. Charly and I had to take over a machine gun nest after it got knocked out. The NVA was trying to get in through a gap in the barbed wire, but we drove them back. I survived that night. Charly didn't. Neither did nine other guys in our unit." Victor felt wetness on his chest, and he realized Leslie was crying. He hugged her. "I'm sorry," she said weakly. "It's all right. I've dealt with it. It was a long time ago." She pushed herself closer to him, face against his neck. They lay together quietly for a while. Meredith returned while they were still in bed. She undressed and got under the covers with them, "just to cuddle," she insisted. Eventually they got up and got dressed for the evening. The girls modeled their new outfits for him, more skimpy haute couture from the hotel shops. They were on their way to dinner when the phone rang. Victor then remembered the message on the voice mail he had meant to get. He wavered, then took in the cultured pulchritude of his two girlfriends. The hell with it. What it was, it couldn't be that important. Three hundred miles away, his cat listened vainly to the ringing of the earpiece, cursing at Victor to answer the phone. --- --- Vector Copyright 2000 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization Michael ~Story Archives~ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MichaelD/www/ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www ~Other Archives~ www.storiesonline.net www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/BitBard/www/forray/michaeld/ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+