Message-ID: <27187asstr$973073402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Vanjoons@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" Content-Language: en Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id LAA13138 Subject: {ASSM} "Annie and Selene" Chapter 5 (teen F/F) Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 05:10:02 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw Warning. This story is for adults only. If you are a legal minor, you are not allowed to read it under any circumstances. This story is also copyrighted and cannot be reproduced for any purpose anywhere without the written consent of the author. The author encourages reader comments--the primary motivation for writers of such things. Email to vanjoons@aol.com .............................................................................. ................................................... "Annie and Selene" Chapter Five By Van Joons As the taxi drove her downtown towards the man in SoHo, Selene remembered those warm summer evenings in California 20 years ago when she and Annie were inseparable. She recalled one special night on a Santa Monica beach when they snuggled together under a blanket, holding each other, laughing their girlish giggles and enjoying the nakedness of their bodies. Her memories of the day she and Annie exchanged marriage vows when they were eight years old seemed as clear to her now as the day it happened. She could almost feel Annie's lips as she replayed her mind movie of how they consummated their wedding in their innocent commitment to each other. And then, as always, she flashed on that terrible day when everything ended. The taxi driver, a man wearing a greasy turban, brought Selene back to the reality as he pulled up to the Morehouse Hotel. "Please, madam, eight fifty." She knocked on the door of suite 1108 almost precisely on time, 8:30 PM. A tall, handsome man opened the door, ushering her inside. "Hi, I'm Geoff and you're Selene, yes?" She was pleasantly surprised. He was tall and handsome and seemed relaxed and confident. He was wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe. She noticed his musky fragrance, his muscular physique. He took her coat and hung it the closet. "I thought we'd have a drink first, if you don't mind, sort of get to know each other." "Good. I'll have a martini, if you can do that." As he mixed her cocktail at the bar he said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Selene. You come highly recommended, you know." "Really? By whom?" "I'm an old friend of one of your clients. John Shaffer. Here, if that's not dry enough for you, tell me and I'll make you another." Selene sipped the drink, enjoying the flavor of the gin. "You're a good mart ini maker, Geoff. So you know John? Well, I hope he said good things about me." "Only that he's never met a woman with your special capability. John's a discreet man. I know he doesn't share the details of his sex life with many people. But he and I go way back. We were roommates in college." "I've been seeing John for a year now. Every Tuesday evening at nine o'clock." "Anyway, he told me just enough about your unique skill I just had to experience it for myself." "That's what I'm here for -"anything you want. Well, anything within reason, I should say." "I want the same thing you do for John. I'm sure you know what I mean." She smiled. "Oh, so you're into deep-throating, too?" He patted the pillow of the couch, inviting her to sit beside him. "Come sit closer. And make yourself comfortable. Maybe you'd be even more comfortable if you took off your clothes." Selene was proud of her wardrobe. Her long, black wool crepe dress was from Lauren, shoes from Joan and David, small diamond earrings from Tiffany's, a pearl bracelet from Nieman-Marcus. She stepped out of her dress and slowly folded it over a chair. Her body was as slender as a runway model, small breasted, trim and taut. Her dark, soft curls had been styled that morning at Vidal Sassoon. She turned to model her thigh-high black silk stockings, a black garter belt and opaque black high-cut French panties. The stark contrast of her soft white skin and the black lingerie was dramatic. As she removed her bra she asked, "Do you want me to leave the rest of my underthings on for now? That's how John likes it best." "Oh, yes, that would be wonderful. As you can see, I'm not wearing much." He pulled his robe open and raised his pelvis to reveal his semi-erect cock. He cupped his testicles in one hand, holding his penis up for her with the other. "I hope I won't be too big for you. My size can be a little uncomfortable for some women." Despite his preening, which Selene found boorishly predictable in men with large penises, she gave him the compliment he seemed to want. "My, my, yes. Geoff you are definitely well endowed." Her compliment was genuine. She had become accustomed to seeing men with large penises but this one was unusually large. Selene judged it be more than 12 inches long and perhaps three inches thick. "Don't tell John this, please, but you're much bigger than he is." She touched it, moving her finger around the ridge under his massive cockhead, then slowly tracing it down the swelled blood vessel on the underside of his shaft, the one men loved to have touched. She brushed her fingertips lightly across his balls. "We're going to get along fine, I can see that," he said. She gave him more of what he wanted to hear. "With that to play with, I assure you, we're going to get along famously." "I'm 14 inches, actually, when it's up all the way. So when I thought about asking you to deep-throat me I thought maybe I'd be too big." His cock was rapidly stiffening to full size. He grasped it in one of his hands again, holding it on display for her. "I think you might be for most women but, you see, I'm different than most women. I have a deformity." "A deformity?" "I was born with an enlarged mouth and throat cavity. Forgive me the clinical terms, but my doctors tell me I inherited an enlarged larynx, trachea, and esophagus. I mean you'd never know it if I didn't show you. My neck doesn't look elongated or thicker than normal, would you say?" "I'd say you look gorgeous." "I look very normal until I open my mouth. Most men only notice how my lips are larger and fuller than other women. But this is what they see when I open my mouth for them." She put her arm around him and opened her mouth. Geoff was stunned. "Oh, my God. I've never seen anything like that. It's so wide and deep." He touched his erection, petting it as he admired into her mouth. "That's not my only abnormality. Look at this." She stuck her tongue out and let it hang down her chin. "Selene, it's gigantic! How long is it? I mean you must have measured it." She pulled it back inside her mouth, licking her lips. "Of course I have. It's five inches long." She shot it out of her mouth again, this time holding it completely erect. Wiggling the tip of her tongue, she flicked it closer to his lips. It looked like a snake coming out of its hiding place. The scarlet red appendage was not only long, it was unusually wide, with a pointed tip. "A five inch tongue! If I weren't sitting right here seeing it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it." He gripped his cock more firmly as she moved her tongue over her nose and around her cheeks, demonstrating its ability in a kind of performance. Then she withdrew it with a little snap of her lips and reopened her mouth. The serpentine tongue retreated back into the recesses of her lower jaws. "God, Now I know why men are willing to pay a fortune to be with you." She slid off her panties, garter belt and stockings and tossed them aside. "Let's just take care of you, baby. Right now, you're the only man that matters to me. Come to the bed with me. You're so big I'm going to have to do you in a special way." Selene moved herself across the bed, lying on her back, her head curled slightly over the side so that her mouth and throat were aligned in a single deep cavity. "Come to me, Geoff. I want you to fuck my mouth this way. Get on your knees beside the bed so I can eat you and suck you deep into my throat, all of it." His immense phallus glistened with precum. He held it with both hands, guiding it to the gaping opening in her face. She licked her lips and wrapped her tongue around the knobhead of his shaft it. He gasped, "Oh, God, your tongue! Your tongue!" Her tongue gripped his cock, almost pulling it into her mouth, as if it were an octupus tentacle. Geoff inhaled sharply. He slowly pushed about five inches of his massive prick into her face. Her lips closed around his shaft. Sucking sounds came from deep within her throat. She raised her hands, quivering them back and forth, signaling for more. As his pelvis worked back and forth, the thickness and length of his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth heightened his excitement. With each thrust her throat filled and emptied as he worked his piston, boring in and out of the tunnel in her neck. Selene was breathing heavily through her nose. Her guttural moans enflamed his excitement, propelling him to increase his fucking speed. As he did, she opened even wider, allowing him to bury all 14 inches of his cock deep inside her. As the last two inches of it went in and her lips closed around the trimmed pubic hair at the base of the enormous root, Selene's body began to vibrate, convulsing involuntarily. Her toes curled under her feet. She was breathing rapidly and loudly, emitting feral groans. Geoff held is shaft inside her for a few seconds--savoring the first deep-throat experience of his life. Selene's legs were raised high in the air now, displaying the moistened lips and mouth of her gaping vagina. Her pelvis jerked high and low with each thrust of his cock. She raised her hands back toward him again, motioning him to fuck her faster, harder. Her hands fluttered like birds. But a few more strokes were all Geoff could manage before he lost control. "Oh, God, I'm cummming. Oh, yes, oh fuck. You eat me so good. Eat me. Don't stop eating me!!" His cock began to explode. It blast inside her throat and was still ejaculating as he pulled out, gushing frothy sperm down her neck and across her breasts. He held it over her face like a hose and pumped a final orgasmic stream of jism across her open mouth. Her tongue reached out to catch the last spurt and then retreated to swallow it. Then she cleaned his crown with a final slurp. Geoff pulled back and fell to the floor, spent of all energy. Selene rolled over and whispered, "You have a wonderful cock, baby. Just awesome." He was still lying on the floor as she dressed and went to the bathroom to repair her make up and hair. When she came back he was in his robe again, standing at the desk, writing her a check for a thousand dollars. He asked for a return engagement for the following week as helped her on with her coat but she told him she'd be out of town for awhile. In the taxi on the way back to her apartment, Selene wasn't sure how long it would be before she kept another appointment with Geoff or John or any of her other clients. She had something more important to do. After all these years, she had to find Annie again. She had to find love again. When she got back to her apartment, she called United Airlines and made a reservation for a flight to Los Angeles the next day. Then she made herself a cup of tea and gazed out over the twinkling lights of Manhattan, lost in another reverie about Annie, wondering how she'd ever locate her again. She wasn't sure how but she knew she had to give it a try. She knew she would never be satisfied until she made up for what happened on that long, hot summer night in Santa Monica 20 years ago. Chapter 6 is waiting to be written. If you'd like to see it posted, let me know and I'll write it and put it on the newsgroup. And if you'd like to read the first four chapters of "Annie and Selene" please let me know and I'll try to get you copies. They may be available in the archives under a fo rmer screen name, Mastwords1or J.B. Mast. 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