Message-ID: <34728asstr$1011067804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020114185511.18312.qmail@web20101.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Bruce=20Hanon?= MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 18:55:11 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} Repost The Predators Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 23:10:04 -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, hecate The Predators By Bruce Hannon Copyright 2001. bruce_hannon@hotmail.com. DISCLAIMER AND WARNING This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. The story has sexually explicit content. If you are offended by sexually explicit material, if you are under age or it is illegal for you to download, read or possess such material then please delete the file without reading any further. THE PREDATORS Sex is a funny thing. Many of us grow up believing that men are sexual predators and women are the prey. Reality is often far removed from this perception. In nature the prey will usually take active or passive steps to become as invisible as possible to the predator. Why then do women dress to emphasise their sexuality, use make up to highlight and exaggerate their femininity, flirt, touch, charm and beguile men? Who is the predator and who is the prey? I learned the truth of the hunt at an early age. I guess that I must have been around fifteen when my rapidly maturing body began to respond physically to the opposite sex. It began when I became infatuated with Miss Jones, my history teacher. I would guess that miss Jones was about 27 or 28 years old at the time. She was very athletic, enjoyed sports and consequently gave a lot of her spare time to supervising afternoon sporting activities. She was also very attractive with dark, almost black hair, cut quite short and a good firm body honed by frequent strenuous exercise. In the summer she would coach competitive swimming. I was a keen swimmer and it was because of this that I was exposed to her sexuality. While coaching she normally wore a dark navy blue one-piece bathing suit of relatively modest cut but on one occasion she arrived wearing a white suit. It was cut very high on the thigh, very low at the back and showed an interesting amount of cleavage. Her skin was tanned a deep golden brown and the white suit showed her tan off to perfection. I had just finished swimming 20 lengths of the pool and was resting, sitting on the edge of the pool with my legs hanging down into the water. She was in the water coaching a beginner in the art of backstroke. After telling him to take a break she turned and swam over towards me, stopping next to where my legs hung down into the pool. From my vantage point above I had a clear view of the tops of her breasts and the deep valley between them. I could also see where her nipples, hardened by the cold water, pressed the stretchy fabric of her suit out in two prominent bumps. My involuntary reaction was an instant erection which, wearing a tight pair of Speedos, I had no possible means of hiding. I saw my teacher look directly at my bulging crotch and my face turned bright red in embarrassment. I don't know what reaction I expected from her but it certainly wasn't the broad grin and deep throaty chuckle I received. "Time for a few more lengths", she instructed. "Up you get and lets see a good racing dive to start with." I wished that I could slip off the edge of the pool and into the water to hide my embarrassment but now had to stand up and assume a starting crouch, ready to take off when she said go. Reluctantly I stood, acutely aware that my erect penis was clearly outlined by the tight stretchy fabric of my Speedo. "Marks! Set! Go!" she called and looked straight up at me as I dived, almost over her. A strenuous 15 lengths calmed my raging hormones but for the rest of the afternoon I did my best to avoid looking at her, fearing another instant erection. That night I had a most erotic dream. Miss Jones was taking her history class but wearing that white swimsuit. She came over to over to my desk and bent forward, leaning her hands on the front edge of the desk, the tops of her breasts bulging from her swim suit directly in front of my face. I felt the same response I had had at the swimming pool. Staring at her breasts my penis instantly inflated making a prominent bulge in my pants. "When was the first democratic erection held in this country", she asked to my stunned amazement. "Stand up, Bruce", she demanded, just like you did at the pool this afternoon. Not sure if I understood her I rose to my feet. She gazed at the bulge in my pants and to my horror reached out and started to firmly rub my erection through my pants. At that point I woke up with my penis hard and pulsing, shooting a mess of sticky ejaculate into the boxer shorts I use as sleep wear. For the rest of that term I worshipped Miss Jones. Whenever the opportunity arose I would follow her admiring her neat firm backside and the swing of her hips as she walked. Before history class I would stand on the balcony at the top of the stairs, waiting for her to walk over from the staff room. As she reached the stairs I could glance down and, depending on what she was wearing, I might get to see down the top of her dress. Aren't teenage boys nasty little perverts? I often felt disgusted with myself after peeping down her blouse but couldn't help myself. My raging hormones had me in a permanent state of lust. From this activity I learned that she had a marked preference for blue lace brassieres. At night in bed I would imagine her standing before me wearing only a blue lace brassiere and matching panties while I masturbated frantically. At swimming practice I noticed that the navy blue swimming costume had apparently been permanently replaced by the much more flattering white one. Miss Jones was also wearing much sexier clothes most of the time. She had been fond of crisp cotton blouses, large enough to disguise her figure, and pleated skirts, coming to below her knees or tailored slacks. Now she was wearing stretch knit tops that hugged and emphasised her breasts, or bright summer print dresses, cut quite low in front and ending well above the knee to show of her slim shapely legs. One of her short summer dresses and an unexpected gust of wind as she crossed the quad one morning produced another image to fuel my masturbatory imaginings. She had been walking towards me when the gust lifted the skirt high, exposing her to the waist before she got control of the errant fabric and held it down cutting off my view. She was wearing white bikini panties made from some fine gossamer material. For a few moments I could clearly see her shapely thighs framing the dark triangle of her pubic hair through the almost transparent material. That image was faithfully recorded in memory and replayed dozens of times as I jerked myself to orgasm in bed at night. It all ended after the school gala. I had entered in four events and done pretty well, winning two and getting a second and a third place in the others. This meant that I had to wait for the prize giving before I could change. Mr. Garrity, the athletics coach, assisted by Miss Jones presented the prizes and I was the last person to go up to the stand and receive a small cup. When it was over I went to the change rooms and slipped out of my costume. By the time I had dried myself, dressed and packed my swimming things into my kit bag most people had already left. I walked from the change room into an adjacent room with a urinal and a few stalls. I decided that I had better relieve myself before setting out on my half hour walk home. I was standing at the urinal looking out through the high slit window above it when I saw Mr. Garrity and Miss Jones. They were standing next to Mr. Garrity's car and he had one hand on the door handle and the other on Miss Jones's hip. Next thing she put her hand on his arm and stretched up to kiss him on the mouth. I stood there frozen, my penis in my hand pointing at the stainless steel trough. The kiss went on and on. Mr. Garrity moved his hand from Miss Jones's hip to her buttock and pulled her towards him. She moved her hand from his arm to around his neck. The kiss went on. He now was holding both her buttocks and I could clearly see his hands squeezing her and pulling her to him. She had both arms around his neck and her breasts crushed to his chest. Eventually the kiss ended and he opened the car door for her. When he closed it and turned to walk around the car I could clearly see the bulge in his pants. He opened the driver's door, got into the car and they drove off together. Somehow that incident shattered my adolescent dreams of Miss Jones and I desperately needed a substitute for my nocturnal fantasies. That was when Rebecca entered my life. Rebecca lived next door. She was a year older than I was. We had talked occasionally but had never been particularly friendly. Rebecca had been dating a nineteen-year-old college boy for the past year but I had not seen him around recently. I was sitting at my desk in my room finishing off a homework assignment, which I had to hand in the next day. It was about ten in the evening when I finished and sat back staring out through my bedroom window. My window faced the neighbour's house and I could see the dark rectangle of Rebecca's bedroom window almost directly opposite mine. I knew that it was her room as I had seen her through the window before. In fact, I had at one time spent many hours watching from my darkened room hoping, to catch her undressing. I never did as she always closed her curtains first. I stood up and started to prepare for bed. I pulled off my sweatshirt and pants and stood for a moment in my under shorts admiring the poster of Pamela Anderson on my bedroom wall. She was wearing the briefest of bikinis and the outline of her nipples showed clearly through the flimsy top. It reminded me strongly of Miss Jones' nipples and I felt my prick stiffening in my shorts. I reached in to ease it and gave it an experimental tug. This was too much for my horny adolescent body. The next minute my shorts were around my ankles and I was standing frantically pumping away at my rigid cock while staring at the poster and imagining the feel of those soft breasts and hard nipples. I had quite forgotten my open curtains until, about to blow my load, I turned to my desk, grabbed a tissue, held it to catch my cum and looked up through the open window. Rebecca's light was on and her curtains open. She was staring straight at me as I frantically stroked my hard cock. I had reached the point of no return and my cock started spurting into the tissue as I looked back at her. My face flamed red as Rebecca started clapping her hands. I reached frantically to draw my curtains but she shook her head vigorously. She stood up and I realised that she was clad only in a large pink bath towel wrapped under her armpits and another white towel holding her hair up in a pile on top of her head. As I watched she unwrapped the pink towel and stood facing me, naked. She had very firm high breasts with pink nipples and a dark triangle of pubic hair all clearly visible to me from my position at the window. She cupped her breasts and tugged at her nipples with thumb and forefinger. Then she reached down with one hand and began to rub between her legs moving her feet apart. She was still facing the window, leaning back with her hips thrust forward. I watched fascinated and unconsciously began to stroke my rapidly re-inflating penis. Her one hand was rotating and plunging furiously between her thighs while her other squeezed her breasts and tugged at her hard nipples. Her hips began to rock rhythmically, thrusting her dark pubic triangle at me. A pink flush spread over her chest, her eyes clamped shut and her mouth opened just as I spewed a second stream of semen from my aching cock. I stood there still holding myself, a string of jism hanging down from the end of my prick for a moment before it dropped onto the carpet at my feet. Rebecca too stood naked facing the window, her arms crossed over her breasts, hands on her shoulders. Then slowly she reached up giving me another glimpse of her pink tipped breasts as she drew her curtains. For the next couple of weeks Rebecca and I entertained each other almost every night. Our mutual masturbation performances now included a very erotic introductory strip show on Rebecca's part. She also introduced her hairbrush act. She would place her desk near the window and sit on top of it with her knees bent and thighs parted while brushing her thick dark hair. I loved the way her breasts stretched and flattened as she worked. Then, she would take the brush and pretend to brush her pubic triangle, gradually leaning back until I could just about make out the pout of her pussy lips. Taking the brush by the bristles she would rub the handle up and down her slit for a while and then turn it towards herself and plunge it deep into her pussy before stroking it in and out while frantically rubbing herself to orgasm with the other hand. I had not been able to come up with anything as innovative as Rebecca and more often than not simply turned to give her a good side view as I wanked away at my hard prick. Things changed one Saturday. Rebecca's parents and my parents, who were quite friendly, had gone out to a movie and restaurant together. Rebecca was an only child and had asked my parents if I would mind going over to her house and watching TV with her until her parents returned as she did not want to be left alone in the house. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity. No sooner had Rebecca heard her parent's car pull out of the driveway and accelerate up the street than she was next to me on the couch tugging at the zip of my jeans. "I want to see that big cock of yours close up", she murmured in my ear. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" I replied like a small kid playing doctor, doctor. Rebecca already had my zip down and my semi-erect cock in her hand. "Get those clothes off and I'll give you the best show you've seen yet", she promised. I stood up and tugged at my belt. My cock was already hard at the thought of what was coming and bobbed before Rebecca as I stripped. She reached out and cupped my balls in one hand while wrapping her other hand around my stiff shaft. "It feels even better than I imagined," she murmured, as she fondled me. "I've been wanting to do this ever since that first night I saw you wanking off through the window." With that she knelt in front of me, leaned forward and softly kissed the tip of my cock while still holding my shaft in one hand and massaging my balls with the other. I almost came there and then. Suddenly she stood up, pushed me back onto the couch, stepped back and began to sway her hips as if moving to music. "Stroke yourself but don't dare cum," she ordered me. I took my rearing cock in my hand and slowly I began to stroke my hand up and down its length as I watched her. She was wearing a shirt with buttons down the front and a short denim skirt with a wide leather belt. She was slowly loosening the buttons of the shirt while swaying her hips with an erotic motion staring straight at my hand slowly riding up and down my stiff shaft. When the last button was undone, she pulled the shirt out of her skirt and shrugged it from her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor behind her. Her young breasts were cupped in a virginal white bra made from some shiny satin like material, which could not hide the thrust of her erect nipples. She pulled at the leather belt and undid the buckle. She turned to face away from me and reached behind her to slide down a zip at the back of the skirt. Then, she slowly lowered the skirt over the round globes of her ass. She was wearing G-String panties, the back of which was no more than a narrow string disappearing into the crack between her buttocks. She stepped out of the skirt, widened her stance and bent forward until her hands touched the floor. This was an incredibly erotic sight. She had a firm, tight, flawless ass. Her tiny waist emphasised its swell and between her thighs the crotch of her G-String clung to the pussy lips beneath. The slit between them was clearly outlined by the satiny material, which pulled into a crease down the centre of her pussy. She reached back between her legs and very slowly and very softly ran her index finger down the crease. Suddenly she stood up. Again her hips started to sway as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She allowed it to fall to the floor before she again turned to face me. She clasped her hands behind her head and thrust her chest forward, stretching her breasts, which jiggled slightly as she continued to move. I stared at the pink tipped cones that I had seen so often from a distance. They looked much larger this close. Her hard nipples pointed slightly upwards. She reached for the waist band of her G-String panties and very slowly pulled the front panel down exposing the top of her pubic mound and its covering of dark glossy hair. Then, teasingly she lifted the panties to again cover her mound and tugged at the sides. The panties pulled up between her legs, which she had spread slightly apart. She leaned backwards from the waist thrusting her panty-covered mound forward and upwards toward me. The panties stretched tightly pulling deep into the crack of her pussy. The crotch was now obviously wet. She straightened, turned her back to me and slowly slid the panties down her long beautiful thighs before allowing them to drop to her feet and stepping out of them. Then once more she placed her feet well apart and bent forward from the waist. This time there was nothing hiding her pussy from my hypnotised stare. I had always imagined I could see her pussy during our nightly performances but in reality I had been too far away and had only seen the dark smudge of her pubic hair. Now, her ass was not more than three feet in front of my face. I soaked up the view. The firm round globes of her ass and shapely thighs framed her dark mound and the puffy brownish outer lips of her pussy. I stared entranced at the thin line of her inner lips squeezed between the puffy outer lips, glistening slightly where her juices seeped from between them. This was the first time I had ever seen the pussy of a sexually mature female in the flesh. I was enthralled. Again she reached back between her thighs and placed her index finger at the end of her slit just below the small dark circle of her anus. She pressed lightly until it slipped between her pussy lips before slowly stroking it along the length of her slit and then back again. As her finger neared the end of its journey it suddenly plunged into her up to the second knuckle and she gave a throaty moan. She slipped another finger into herself alongside the first and then slowly stretched them apart opening herself to my fascinated stare. She was a deep rosy pink inside and glistening with moisture. She stood up, turned to me and stood straddling me with one leg on each side of mine. Then she knelt on the couch keeping one knee on either side of my hips. Her breast pressed to my lips and I used my tongue to reach out to her hard, erect, nipple. She reached down between her thighs and took hold of my stiff cock, which I was still slowly stroking. I released it into her care and she rubbed its tip along the slit of her pussy lips, pressing it slightly between them. The view of its head, now coated with her secretions, and the exquisite feel of her pussy lips caressing it had me almost coming. She must have sensed this because she stopped moving and just held me pressed slightly between her lips. After a minute or so she very slowly she sank down onto me and I felt my cock slide into her hot slippery tunnel. She began to rock her hips with my cock buried to the balls inside her. I could feel her pubic area grinding against my pubic bone. She must have been very, very aroused as within a few seconds I saw her screw her eyes closed, open her mouth and begin rocking her hips frantically, keeping my rigid cock buried as deep inside her as it would go. The familiar pink flush spread down her chest. Then, just as I was nearing the point of no return she emitted a series strangled sounds and I felt a series of contractions gripping my cock, pulling and sucking at it. That was it! My balls contracted viciously and my cock pulsed as they pumped their load deep into her clenching pussy. She screamed and mewed incoherently before collapsing forward against my chest, her arms around my neck. She fucked me twice more that evening before we cleaned ourselves up, dressed and waited innocently in front of the TV for our parents return. At the age of 15 three cums in a couple of hours is entirely possible and she took advantage of my youthful abilities to the full. So to get back to where I started this story you should by now also know the truth. Whatever we like to believe, we men are the prey stalked by a predatory population of women using us to satisfy their most basic urges. But, who am I to complain. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+