Message-ID: <34351asstr$1009671005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200112291740.MAA27375@despammed.com> From: cyberczar@despammed.com X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 12:40:44 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [7/12] Pact with The Devil (ASFR, MF, MM, cons, mc, nc, scifi) Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 19:10:05 -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, dennyw Chapter 7 IHOP After checking his apartment briefly to make sure she had left, Michael layed down for his nap. Hours later, a knock on his door brought him back to consciousness. He answered the door only to find Roxy and Trixie standing in the hall. ``Hurry up and get dressed, we're going to IHOP to get something to eat,'' said Trixie. He nodded and walked back inside to put on some clothes. As he walked downstairs, he saw Brad, Kyle, Trixie, and Roxy waiting for him at the gate. ``I've got shotgun!'' cried out Kyle as he ran to Brad's Jeep. ``He always has shotgun,'' Trixie whispered to Michael. Roxy went ahead and got in the backseat of Brad's Jeep as Trixie motioned for him to go in next. Brad headed south along the surface streets towards Wilshire Blvd. While he and Kyle were having fun up front listening to the radio, Trixie took it upon herself to try to have some fun in the backseat. ``You're quite amazing Michael,'' she said, gently running her hand up his thigh. ``I'll say!'' Roxy chimed in. ``I went through three pairs of panties after I got out of the shower 'cause of all the come still dripping out of me.'' Sweat, baby; sweat, baby; Sex is a Texas drought. Me and you do the kind of stuff, that only Prince would sing about. ``Sorry,'' he said; leaning over to whisper in her ear. ``It was ok,'' she said. ``I haven't come so hard myself in a long time.'' Trixie continued her explorations of Michael with her hand as she ran her fingers over his shorts. She could feel him starting to get hard. So put your hands down my pants, and I'll bet you'll feel nuts; Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert, and you're getting two thumbs up! Michael's cock was beginning to peek out from underneath his denim which was turning Roxy on. She began to massage herself through her denim shorts. ``Sorry, Rox,'' said Trixie. ``I've got to have it!'' as she unbuttoned his shorts, undid the zipper, leaned over; and took his shaft in her mouth. You've had enough of two-hand touch, You want rough, you're out of bounds; I want you smothered, want you covered; like my Waffle House hashed browns. Trixie began to give Michael a blowjob right there in Brad's Jeep. Roxy slouched down and spread her legs as she undid her shorts and proceeded to finger herself. Drivers along side them were getting an eye-full as the three were engaged in some purely erotic stimulation. Comin' quicker than Fedex, never reach an apex, Just like Coca-Cola stock you make me rise an hour early, just like Daylight Savings time! You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, So let's do it like they do on the Discovery channel! You and me baby, ain't nothin' but mammals, So let's do it like they do on the Discovery channel! Michael erupted like clockwork into Trixie's mouth who took it all in without spilling a drop. Having witnessed this however, Roxy was ready for more. Roxy, who wasn't wearing any panties, slid her shorts down and brought Michael's head to her lap. ``Now it your turn to give me head, darling.'' she said. Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket, Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it, Hieroglyphics? Let me Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas, But I've got this notion of the motion of your ocean, Means ``Small Craft Advisory''! So if I capsize in your thighs, High-tide, B-5, ``You sank my Battleship!'' Please turn me on, I'm Mr. Coffee, with an automatic drip. All this action in the back seat was getting Brad and Kyle turned on up front as well as they couldn't resist giving each-other a handjob as well. So show me yours, I'll show you mine, ``Tool Time,'' you'll Lovett just like Lyle, Then we will do it doggy style, So we can both watch ``X-Files''. Anybody who's tried to give someone else a hand-job while driving has got to realize how difficult it must be to keep your car on the road, especially while having to shift gears and not lose momentum at the same time. However, for the driver receiving the hand-job, it's proportionally more difficult to keep control, especially when you just erupted all over yourself, and your shirt. Several minutes later, after almost setting a record for the most near misses in a five-mile journey, the five arrived at the IHOP. Brad got a new shirt from his duffle bag behind the back seat as the four went in to get a table. ``Fuck, I could use a cigarette right about now,'' Roxy said. ``Fuck a cigarette, I could smoke a whole carton!'' chimed in Trixie. Unfortunately for the two, all public places in Los Angeles County were smoke free. The funny thing is, the smog has never seemed to die while the cigarette butts have. Brad had joined the other four who were sitting at a booth. ``What'll it be, guys?'' the waitress said as she approached the table. ``Potato pancakes,'' said Roxy. ``Steak and eggs,'' said Brad. ``Mexican omlette,'' said Kyle. ``Oooh, that sounds good,'' said Trixie. ``I'll have an omlette, too.'' ``And for you, sir?'' the waitress said to Michael. ``I'll have a glass of water.'' ``Water?!'' the group said in unison. ``What?'' he cried out. ``I'm not hungry!'' Little did the group know the reason behind Michael's apparent lack of appetite. ``Well you're a cheap date,'' remarked Kyle. The group sat and talked about their earlier escapade and about the film industry in general. Much to the chagrin of the family of four sitting at the next table, all their talk of cocks and clits and cum were making some patrons uncomfortable. ``So is everyone ready for tomorrow?'' asked Kyle. ``What's happening tomorrow?'' asked Michael. ``Filming begins for Busty Blonde Bimbo Bitches Bathing by Bodega Bay,'' said Brad. ``Busty Blonde...'' interrupted Michael, laughing. ``Hey, we don't make the titles,'' said Roxy. After eating, the five went on back to their apartments. Kyle joined Michael upstairs for some drinks and a little action where their evening was filled with a Time Warp full of fucking and sucking. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+