Message-ID: <27617asstr$975334204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: JSpiderfife@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} The Gold Rush - Part 1 Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 09:10:05 -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: gill-bates, RuiJorge The Church Phillips and Shine were like most young men in their 20's who caught the "gold fever" in 1849. They kissed their tearful mothers good-bye and caught the first ship leaving New York harbor for California. After a month under sail through the Atlantic, the young Yankees landed on the east coast of Panama. They were pleased to finally put their feet on terra firmae. Rather than rush through the jungle to the Pacific (like many of their fellow passengers) Phillips and Shine decided to stay for a couple of days in the run down little village where they now found themselves. The biggest building in the village was the church, which sat on a hill overlooking the harbor. The two men decided to follow the well-worn trail up to the church. As they moved up the hill, Shine noticed that "run down" no longer applied to the housing. The homes were well kept, giving off an air of prosperity. And the closer to the church they came, the larger the houses grew. "Wonder what kind of money these folks are making?" Shine commented to Phillips. The two men were startled as they approached the church. Much to their surprise, they saw virtually the entire crew of the Argus (the ship that had carried them from New York) entering the church. Since none of the sailors struck them as particularly religious, both Phillips and Shine found the sailors' behavior peculiar. They decided to investigate. As they started up the steps, a big burly priest, dressed in the robes of a Franciscan monk, began to close the door. "Excuse me, padre," Phillips yelled. "We'd like to visit the church." "I'm sorry, my son," the priest replied. "The church is closed for a special service. We hold these services for the crews of the ships that come into our harbor. We will reopen tomorrow morning." As it was just 11:00 AM, it struck Phillips as peculiar that a church would be closed that long. When the two men turned back down the stairs, they saw the First Mate of the Argus, Fred Thomas, rushing to catch up with the rest of his crew. Shine called out, "Hey, Fred." Thomas broke into a big, broad grin. He genuinely liked the two young men. "Hello, mates. I'm a bit late for services, so can't dally around." "Could you answer just one question, then?" Phillips inquired. "Alright, one question its is," Thomas responded. "I thought services lasted only one or two hours at the most. Why is everyone rushing to be in a service that will go all night?" Phillips asked. Thomas looked up at the sky as he pondered his answer. "Tell you what, mates. Why don't you join me and find out?" Shine agreed quickly, while Phillips only agreed reluctantly after some urging by Fred. The three men climbed the stairs and approached the big priest who stood guard at the doorway. Fred pulled out a small gold key attached to a chain around his neck. He informed the padre that the two Yankees were joining him as guests. With a grunt of acknowledgment, the priest opened the door. The church was completely empty. Before either Shine or Phillips had a chance to ask more questions, Fred put his index finger up to his mouth and whispered, "Shh! Quiet now." The young men followed Thomas to the back of the church. Fred walked up to a statue of an angel, grabbed its head in his two large hands, and gave the head a twist to the right. What appeared to be just another piece of marble wall now opened, revealing a hidden doorway. It was constructed so well that a person would be unable to tell it was an entry way - unless, of course, they knew how to open it. The Club After the three men passed through the door, Fred pulled a lever which released a spring and the door shut with a quiet thud. Phillips and Shine followed Fred down a stairway, then through a short tunnel to a large black metal door. Fred took out his gold key once again and inserted it into the lock. As the door swung open, the men were greeted by a blast of noise. There was a party going on and it was evident, from the first, that the large room was filled with naked women. A woman, dressed in a tight red corset, dark stockings, and button-up heeled shoes, came forward to greet them. Her large pendulous breasts hung over the top of the corset. Clearly a Latino, her brown skin made an elegant contrast to the red corset. "Buenos dias, senores. Welcome to the Club." The woman escorted the three men to a table. Phillips and Shine were wide-eyed in disbelief. A naked brown woman, with small pert breasts, approached their table. "Anything to drink, amigos?" Thomas ordered a bottle of wine. When Shine and Phillips turned to Fred with obvious questions written all over their face, Thomas held up his hand and said, "Let me explain." Asuncion was a village that had known nothing but poverty for generations. Life was lived at the subsistence level. The village was so poor that the government didn't even bother to collect taxes. With the American capture of California in 1846, more and more Yankee ships stopped at Asuncion to unload passengers bound for California. Some new money was introduced into the local economy by those passengers who wanted a guide to take them to the Pacific coast. But it was not enough. Babies were still dying from hunger at a horrifying rate. The town elders met and came up with several schemes but nothing worked. Then early last year, as word of the gold strike spread, more ships delivered hundreds of passengers, all eager to get to California. Rather than wait any longer for the town elders to act, the women of the town took matters into their own hands. They called a meeting with the elders and the parish priest and presented their idea. The elders and the priest were shocked. But the women of the village said they were tired of watching their children die of starvation. They saw that they had a better chance at life and, with hundreds of sailors pouring into Asuncion, now was their opportunity. The women established a gentlemen's club, which offered hospitality and sex to men who had been at sea. An annual fee of $10 American was charged to join the Club. Members received the small gold key in return. Food and beverages were sold at outrageous prices. But the sex was free with membership. The Club was an instant hit with the sailors, who couldn't join fast enough. As the money rolled in, the women and their families were able to move from their dirty huts to the wonderful homes on the side of the hill. Although many a husband had been outraged at his wife when she started, the influx of such large amounts of cash bought his silence. As the money began to pile up - and contributions to the local parish suddenly made it into one of the richest in the diocese - the priest agreed to the current plan. Club members could enter through the church and move into the old treasure room, built by the early Conquistadors to hide the golden treasures stolen from the Aztecs. Thomas explained that this was where they were now, in the old treasure room. The woman with pert breasts returned with the wine and took their order for dinner. Shine and Phillips sat speechless as they gazed around the room. Suddenly, a drum roll came from the four-piece band, composed of four naked older women. The woman with large breasts in the red corset got up on the platform in the middle of the room and announced, "The evenings entertainment, gentlemen. We call it the exhibition." The Exhibition A tall woman with dark hair came out from behind a curtain. She wore a cape that completely covered her body, a stark contrast to the rest of the women in the room. She strolled down the runway and stopped when she arrived at the platform. She gazed around the room and announced in perfect English, "I want your cock." With that, her arms came out from underneath the cape. They were sheathed in long black gloves reaching to her elbows. Her fingers untied the knot holding the cape together - and she dropped it. There was a roar from the crowd. The woman was now naked, exhibiting one of the most beautiful bodies anyone had ever seen. Her breasts were large, her skin brown, her nipples dark. She had large, firm buttocks and muscular legs. The tall brunette gazed around the room once again and rested on the two youngest men in the room - Shine and Phillips. She pointed, "You two. I want your cocks." The two young men were stunned, not knowing what to do. Sensing their hesitation, men sitting at other tables sprang from their seats and lifted both Shine and Phillips out of their chairs. With hearty shouts and many pats on the back, the two were carried to the platform. They were left nervously standing in front of the woman. The dark haired beauty walked around them, eyeing them up and down. She stopped and briefly stroked Phillips full behind. She returned to look at their eyes. The woman suspected that she had two virgins here. Tonight's exhibition would be more fun than expected. She spoke to the two men. "My name is Juanita. I am here to guide you to sexual pleasures you have never known." With that, Juanita approached Phillips and unbuttoned his shirt. Then she turned to Shine and did the same. At each stage of the undressing, Juanita took off one article of clothing, then did the same to the other man. Soon the men were completely naked and the two piles of clothing were quickly removed from the platform by two of the waitresses. Juanita now called them closer and took each man's cock in each of her hands. She began to slowly stroke both penises. The club now was quiet, barely a sound could be heard. The platform was round and could be easily seen from anywhere in the room. With her ministrations, both cocks grew hard. Shine's was short but thick. Phillips was long and thin. Juanita next took one cock in her mouth, while continuing to stroke the other one. Both cocks grew even harder. As Shine had the short, thick one, Juanita had him lay on his back with his hard cock standing straight in the air. She positioned her asshole directly over his cock, then slammed down on it with her wide hips. Shine had never felt so good in his life. Leaning back and positioning each of her arms next to Shine's shoulders, to support her torso, Juanita opened her legs and called to Phillips to come fuck her. Following her instructions, Phillips kneeled between her legs and inserted his cock in her pussy. Each Yankee began to slowly move - Phillips pumping her pussy, Shiner her ass, while her large tits jiggled and bounced with every stroke. As they caught on to the technique, the men began a more rapid pace. Juanita could feel the cocks almost touch, separated only by a thin membrane. The vigorous stroking, the pounding on both her ass and pussy, the slapping of heavy balls on her bottom, all started building her orgasm. As the intensity of the stroking increased, Juanita climaxed, then followed quickly with a second orgasm. Seeing the gorgeous brunette tremble and cry out in pleasure only intensified the feeling for the two men. Suddenly, Phillips cried out as he shot his sperm. Juanita could feel it rush deep inside her. Shine, on his back, had the most awkward position. Once Phillips pulled out of her pussy, Juanita began to again pump her ass on Shine's hard cock, until he cried out, sending a spurt of jism up her asshole. For a moment, the three lay exhausted on the platform. Gradually, Juanita stood up and bowed to the audience, receiving thunderous applause. She put her cape back on, tied the knot, turned and walked back down the runway, disappearing behind the curtain. Waitresses escorted Shine and Phillips off the stage and to a back room, where they gently bathed each man in warm water. Once clean, the naked waitresses assisted each man in putting on his clothing. Fully dressed, they return to Thomas and their table. They had their wine, a lobster dinner and watched three more exhibitions. When the evenings entertainment concluded, Thomas announced that he wanted to "go a round" with their waitress, if they didn't mind. The two men encouraged him and left the Club and the church. As they walked together in the tropical moonlight, Shine turned to Phillips and said "If its this good in Panama, how could will California be?" -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+