Message-ID: <35940asstr$1017609001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020331174328.98592.qmail@web21202.mail.yahoo.com> From: Mixed Messages X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 09:43:28 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Time After Time Chapter 1 (MF, slow) X-Original-Subject: Story Submission Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 16:10:01 -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 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - send holiday greetings for Easter, Passover http://greetings.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "time after time chpt 1.doc" begin> This story is copyrighted by the author and all rights are reserved. This story may be posted and or archived at any site so long as: a) the site is entirely free including free of any for-pay adult verification system, and b) the entire story is posted including this introduction. Readers may print this story only for their private non-commercial use. This story is not intended for distribution to minors. Do not download or read this story if it would be illegal for you to do so for any reason. For you underage people who are reading this anyway, you might think about whether it is wise to be reading adult material at your age. As annoying as it may sound, there are some things that you just won't understand until you're older and that includes the context of these types of stories. I read the Marquis de Sade when I was 14, I think, and found the material very disturbing. In any case, I regretted reading it despite a lot of five on one activity. If you're still going to read them, please remember that these are fantasies only, should not be tried at home, and should not be taken too seriously. Feedback will be appreciated. Write to me at h256190j@yahoo.com . Thank you in advance. Time After Time (first submission, reviews welcome, slow, MF) Chapter 1 of ?? It all started innocently enough. On a lark I tried hypnosis after meeting Lola, a very striking motivational hypnotist at an otherwise boring conference. The experience of being hypnotized was completely different from my expectations. For one thing, I didn't think I could be hypnotized. I'm sure I've been that wrong before, but nothing comparable comes to mind. I was hypnotized in about two seconds. I was "in a suggestible state" for about 40 minutes before Lola counted me back up. I remembered everything. I didn't wake up barking like a dog or walking like a chicken. In fact, the whole thing was like a deep relaxation exercise. Kind of a massage for the mind, maybe. Anyway, I loved it. I immediately signed up for more sessions. The one thing I'd chosen to work on that first time worked like a charm. I wanted to start some sort of exercise regime and asked Lola to suggest, while I was under, the very modest target of 30 minutes of walking per day. Now I'm in danger of losing my couch potato union card and walk briskly for at least an hour every morning. I almost never miss a day. So that turned out to be pretty easy. Go figure. Anyway, skip forward several months and I was doing homework that Lola had assigned to me. The task was to put myself into a hypnotic trance and think about some incident that still caused me to cringe even though it was long past. I was to play it out over and over trying to imagine how it would have come out if I had done something different each time. I'm not sure exactly what the point was. Anyway, I put myself into a trance and starting thinking about my good friend Julie. She's been married to Jack for about two years longer than Diane and I have been. The incident I was thinking about had happened long ago, before Julie had her two kids (who are now in high school - god, time flies) but well after we had each gotten married. My job took me 2000 miles from home for a continuous four-month stretch and put me near where Julie & Jack had settled. I spent quite a few weekends with the two of them during that time although I often didn't see much of Jack. My temporary quarters were in an efficiency apartment in a downtown high rise. One night I got drunk with a colleague. It was only the second time in my life that I got that drunk. The last thing that I remembered clearly was tossing an empty quart of Black Jack into the river from my balcony on the 38th floor. It takes a long time to fall from that height. Fortunately, the bottle did hit the river instead of the busy sidewalk. The last thing that I remembered at all that night was that I was on the phone talking with Julie. Curiously, I never got sick that night. That may have been a bad thing to judge from how I felt the next day. So imagine my surprise (or if you prefer, the stupid look on my face) when Julie showed up alone at my aerie two nights later at 7:30 bearing a bottle of wine. It was ten below without the wind chill that night, and she was bundled up like an Eskimo. I invited her in. We ate pizza and drank the wine. We got to talking about the phone call. I told her I remembered almost nothing about it. She got really angry and nearly walked out. But, she didn't. She stayed and related both sides of the phone call. I had called her apparently, complaining of being horny. She asked what I wanted her to do about it, and I suggested that she come over and fuck my brains out. She said okay, and now she was in my apartment at the appointed time. We talked a lot that night. I learned that she had been cheating on Jack for the last two years with a guy she didn't really like. I asked Julie why and she explained that what with Jack trying to complete his Ph.D. and working full time he didn't have much time for her. I said I meant why with a guy she didn't like. It turned out to be a safety/convenience thing. He was married, and lived and worked in a part of town that Jack never set foot in. He was never going leave his family, never going to pose a problem of any kind. We talked about our lives, our marriages, what our plans were. I can't remember it all. I do remember thinking about what good friends our spouses were with each other and how close we were as a foursome. I didn't want to fuck that up. At midnight, Julie asked me if I was going fuck her or not. All I could think about was Jack studying at home alone and knowing that Julie was with me. I said I guessed not. Julie left shortly thereafter. She wasn't upset; it was just getting late. As Julie often said, adulthood is way overrated. I had always been embarrassed about that phone call and wished I hadn't made it. So that was what I chose to think about after I put myself into a trance. Suddenly, with a whooshing feeling that flipped my stomach and made me temporarily blind, I was back in my high rise apartment. It wasn't a fantasy or dream-like in any way. I kept blinking in disbelief. I reached out and touched the arm of the living room couch. It felt real. The place smelled of cigarettes. I used to smoke. In a sort of stupor, I went into the bathroom and did a double take from the mirror. The reflection was of a very familiar guy but one that I hadn't seen in twenty years. That is, it was I in my twenties. I walked out to the kitchen and saw that it was 7 p.m. I wasn't drunk and there wasn't anyone in the apartment with me. It clearly wasn't the night I made the phone call. Suddenly, I knew that Julie would knock on my door in a half-hour. It dawned on me that maybe what I really regretted was not the phone call, but the other decision. Quickly I got out of my work clothes and turned up the thermostat to 85. I hopped into the shower, shaved, and put on my contact lenses. I was trying to decide what best to wear before I finally settled on my bathrobe. My feet were cold so I put on white socks. The doorbell rang.... "Hi, Julie. Come on in." I hold the door open. She walks in and smiles coyly. "Hi David." She takes off her Russian hat and goose-down parka and hands them to me. I take them from her and drop them on the floor behind me. I grab her and pull her close. We embrace. We both have our eyes open. It's so sexy to be looking at someone new while kissing. Our months open and our tongues touch, softly at first, more aggressively after a few moments. Julie's hands are behind me pulling off her gloves. I take her scarf and slowly tug it off of her neck. It's a long winter scarf and it takes a surprising amount of time to come off but it's the first piece of her clothing that I remove. I'm anxious for more. Julie breaks our kiss and leans back within my embrace. She runs both hands under my terry cloth robe. I love it when women remember that men's chests are sensitive too. She pulls at my nipples gently. It's breathtakingly intimate. I reciprocate by running my hands over her blouse and cupping her breasts. Her nipples are erect. I'm surprised that I can feel them. The top two buttons of her blouse are open and I unbutton the next few. I run my left hand up her sternum and over to her breast to confirm what my eyes tell me. She is not wearing a bra. That causes an erotic shock and rush of blood to my head and to my cock. I pull her close and drop my right hand to Julie's butt and squeeze first one side and then the other through her heavy woolen pants. She grinds her pelvis into mine and begins a wonderful up down circular fucking rotation. I am suddenly hard as a rock. I know she can tell. We stare into each other's eyes. We are each fondling the other. Four nipples stand at attention. "I'm glad you called," shesays. "I'm glad you came," I say in response. "Well, not yet," she says. "Let's take care of that right away." I unbutton the rest of the blouse while sucking softly on Julie's neck. She is breathing heavily. Her left hand starts running through my hair. The other hand reaches down, unties my robe, and continues down until it finds my cock. She gives it a good pull and starts slowly squeezing. Her touch is not light or tentative. She's got the pressure I use when jacking off - just short of too hard. "How did she know?" I wonder. Her left ear is resting against my chest. She takes her right hand off of my cock and runs it up my stomach and back to my left breast. She starts pulling on my nipple again. "Harder," I say. "Really hard." "Like that?" she asks. More blood runs to my chest and nipple. "Harder still," I say. "Don't do this to me," she says, and I take my hand off of her breast in response. She pulls and twists on my poor left nipple and suddenly lets it go. She leans her head over and pops my nipple into her mouth. The contrast is perfect. It hurts so good. She tongues my nipple until it sparkles with that extra blood and her lavish attention. She bites on it, not very hard, but hard. She looks up at me questioningly. "You're a Goddess, Julie." We are still standing in the foyer of my apartment not two feet from the front door. While Julie has been working on my chest, I have been rubbing first her mound on the outside of her heavy pants, then her butt, under the pants. Now I have both hands in place at once. She shifts her hips to thrust more directly at my left hand. I can barely feel her slit through the woolen pants. I settle on putting pressure on her entire mound cupping my fingers slightly underneath. She is a perfect fit in front. I can start to smell her arousal. We kiss again. I nip softly at her lips. My right hand is busy fondling her ass. Her pants are tight so I don't have a lot of mobility. In contrast to Diane, Julie is a petite woman, maybe five foot one and certainly under one hundred pounds. I keep getting glimpses of her tits as the swaying of her blouse alternately covers one or both. She is actually pretty flat, with an A-cup, but with long and thin nipples that stick out at least a half-inch. Everything about her is familiar to me but this experience is so new it's like we've never met. My cock is sending the same message to me over and over. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." I'm six two and 210. Not buff, but in pretty good shape. Still, my size is a disadvantage when it comes to embracing someone as short as Julie. I suddenly drop to my knees with the intention of unbuttoning and taking off her pants. What happens instead is that I yelp in pain. I think I've shattered a kneecap. I found myself back in my present day house. I was doing my hypnosis homework. I felt every one of the fifty pounds that I am heavier, and each of the twenty years that I am older. "Fuck that," I said and started regulating my breathing. In just a few minutes, I willed myself back to the past to just before I dropped to my knees. The time passed quickly. I get the same unsettled stomach feeling and I'm back in the foyer with Julie. This time I manage the transition without any serious feeling of dislocation. And this time Julie and I are much more frantic - we are tearing at each other's clothes. Julie is hopping on one foot trying to get her boots off. She pushes the terry cloth robe off of my shoulders. It makes a pile at our feet and I am nude but for my socks. This time, I slowly drop to my knees in front of Julie, kissing my way down the whole time. I use my robe as a pillow. When my knees are on the ground, I open my mouth and put it over her mound. I exhale strongly into the wool slacks and start kissing. She grabs my head and pulls it closer. It's got to be her clit, I think to myself, and she starts grinding her crotch again only this time into my face. I am so turned on I can't stand it while I simultaneously don't want anything to change. I start taking Julie's boots off while still trying to eat her out through the slacks. We have a moment of dealing with clothes that gives us each a chance to catch our breath slightly. I finally get her feet clear of her boots, reach up to her waist and start pulling down. Julie starts trying to unbutton them and we each give a little lustful laugh at our fumbling. I finally get the slacks down and again experience another sudden erotic shock, this time from the realization that she is without panties. This allows me to immediately bury my nose in her pubic hair and take a long lick from bottom to top of her labia. Her taste is fantastic. It blasts a new hardwired connection to the most primitive part of my brain. Her odor is simultaneously fresh and earthy and enforces her taste like a turbo charger. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears. I want to touch my prick, but I'm afraid that I'll cum immediately if I do. I lean my neck back to grab a breath. Julie has her head against the wall and is arching her whole body at me. She has a hand on each breast which are stretched flat almost to the point of invisibility. She is playing with her nipples between thumb and forefinger and then what looks like grinding her palms into her breasts. I dive back in and try to find her clit with my tongue. I locate it and play my tongue across it for a few seconds. Then I go lower still and bury my tongue into her as far as I can go. My nose is getting pressed into my face almost painfully and I can't breathe. I don't care. I profoundly don't care. Julie is bathing my tongue in fluid and it feels like my taste buds are being pulled out to the very surface of my tongue from somewhere deep inside it. It's like eating a fresh and perfectly steamed artichoke heart - the subtle but distinctive flavor just explodes in my mouth. My whole body is sending the message - more, MORE. Julie pulls on my hair, hard, until my head is forced back and looking up. "Not so hard," she pants. She licks her lips and speaks quickly but distinctly. "Use your fingers to push into me. Take your tongue and run it gently up my slit from your fingers to my clit. Only run your tongue up, not down. You have to find my rhythm. Gently with the tongue. Got it?" I nod and put my hands on her buttocks and pull her pussy back to my face. With my right hand I start squeezing those incredibly cute ass cheeks of hers. I run my left hand up her thigh and feel for her opening with my middle finger. She opens easily and I decide to put my forefinger in too. The two fingers are enveloped in her softness. I push in until my knuckles are close against her. I put my tongue on my knuckle and gently starting swishing upwards. Her thighs are trembling a little, I notice. I am delirious with Julie's instructions. Give me a reactive, emotive woman every time. There is something outrageously sexy, I think, in a partner that can tell you what she wants, how, and when she wants it. There is nothing dominant or submissive about it. Of course the message needs to be delivered with the right spirit. Every guy I know says he gives instructions on blow jobs. The assholes say "watch your teeth." The good guys say "please, more tongue. Flick your tongue underneath just below the head. Oh, that's great." Yet it's a rare woman, in my experience anyway, that will say what Julie did. It makes me so happy because I know that I can satisfy her if she helps me discover how. There is nothing sadder to me than having to say, "have you cum?" Julie pulls my head back again for a further mid-course correction. "Just flatten your tongue. Don't swish. Make your tongue as wide and flat as you can and run it all the way up over my clit and onto my pubes. Don't stop." Once again I nod and go back to work. Julie reaches down for my right hand and pulls it to her breast. She has one hand over her breast and under my hand, and the other hand on top of mine. I get it. She is showing me how to play with her breast. I just love this woman. This whole time, I've been slowly pushing my two fingers in and out of Julie's pussy. Now I start to feel her tightening on my fingers as they enter and then relaxing after they are all the way in. It's a beautiful slow rhythm. I match the strokes of my tongue to it. I decide to take my fingers all the way out and put my tongue inside her and suck on her juices. I run my fingers all the way up to Julie's lips and run them over them, top and bottom. Julie lets out this surprisingly deep moan and sucks my fingers into her mouth running her tongue over them rapidly. My prick is bouncing in the air. Julie puts one of her thighs over my shoulder. My fingers are back in her pussy. She squishes as I enter her and moans when my tongue reaches her clit. I can barely hear it over the rushing in my ears. My skin is screaming for more touch, more texture. I'm intoxicated on Julie's taste and smell. I realize I'm grunting rhythmically. Julie pulls my head back a third time. "Fuck me," she says with maybe the most lustful tones I've ever heard. I get up off of my knees and let her leg that was over my shoulder fall down into my arm. I reach under her other thigh and as I stand up, I lift her up off of both feet. I push her back against the wall and get a better grip with one hand on each cheek of her ass. "Put me in," I say. "Lean back and put my cock into that blazing pussy of yours." Julie reaches between us and finds my prick. I almost cum from just her touch but then my forty-something brain sends a message to my twenty-something body. "Don't you dare," it says. "Don't you dare cum until I let you." Meanwhile Julie is rubbing my prick across her nether lips, lubricating the head and positioning it. I feel the head of my prick slide into her pussy. As soon as it's in, I thrust my pelvis forward and draw sharply in on her ass. She barely gets her hand out of the way before I am fully inside her, pubes to pubes. She is milking my cock and staring right at me, grinning. "Oh yeah, baby," I say in my distinctive, original style. "Yes!" I am pounding into her. She has her back against the wall and her hands on my shoulders. "Keep it up, baby," Julie says matching me clich**e9** for clich**e9**. She shakes her brunette hair and lowers her head covering her face for a moment. Then she shakes her head a second time and her face emerges seraphically. She is glowing. The sex flush extends from her cheeks to her chest. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Without warning, I know I'm going to cum. There's no holding back. A contraction begins. It feels like it starts from somewhere around my prostate; it travels through my nuts and out the length of my prick. It's a jet of sperm like when I was twelve years old and could splash my own chin while lying flat and jerking off. Every inch of its path is like liquid ecstasy. I try to bury my crotch into Julie's. The head of my prick opens and my sperms rockets towards Julie's uterus. There's a feeling of massive relief that lasts just an instant and causes me to grunt as if doing Lamaze. Another rocket of sperm blasts out with its unique trail of bliss followed by another grunt and then a third rocket-grunt combo. I'm making animal noises as I regain my sense of place. Endorphins everywhere are doing their magic. Julie is trying to catch up and is rocking her pelvis. Her eyes are closed. Her face is a mask of concentration. I lean in and start kissing her closed lips. She snaps open her mouth and shoves her tongue into my mouth. She's almost panting and all through the mouth so that she's sucking a little air out of my lungs as she inhales. Praise god and a twenty-something year old body, my penis hasn't lost a milliliter of blood and I'm just as stiff as can be. My whole prick has been sensitized by my organism and I feel my spent cum traveling slowly back out of Julie's pussy. I begin returning her thrusts with as much energy as earlier. I wish I had four arms so that I could play with her tits. Both my arms are fully involved in keeping Julie upright and if it weren't for the wall we'd have fallen over long before. Julie's breathing becomes more ragged still and she pushes her face into mine as if to build rebound momentum to lean her head back. She manages to put her head against the wall, eyes closed, perspiration visible at her hairline. "Yes, yes, yes," she says, each successive syllable more sibilant than the last. She's gone now, lost in the building orgasm. I am simply holding on. My pelvis is thrust all the forward and I'm leaning back to support us both upright. My arms are shaking from the effort, but I don't even consider stopping. Seeing Julie's face is enough. Her respiration builds to near hyperventilation levels and she's moaning "oh" on each exhale. Suddenly she grabs the back of my head and pulls me to her hungry lips. She is voracious and I am unbalanced. Literally, I am falling over. With the last of my arm strength, I manage to lower us to the floor without a jolt. Of course, I slip out of her in the process. I am on my knees, she is on her back. Undaunted, Julie pulls her parka along the floor and tries to slip it under her butt. My prick is twitching, fucking air, dripping our combined juices. Julie gives up on the parka and scrambles to her knees, turns her body away from me while keeping her head looking right at me. "Doggie," is all she says. Then she is bent over with her knees spread wide. Her arms are back and she pulls on her ass cheeks exposing her anus as well as a dripping pussy. I hesitate for what feels like an eternity but is probably two seconds in my lust addled state. I think I'll fuck her in the ass now. I scoot forward on my knees, grab the base of my prick and position it. Julie is way ahead of me and rotates her pelvis in such a way that my cock slides to the base of her dripping hole and before I know it and I thrust forward, I am thoroughly ensconced in her pussy again. Julie has moved her arms forward so that elbow to hand is on the floor providing support. Her shoulders are low and her hips are high. She looks over her shoulder at me and says "fuck me hard, David. Ram it in." I am more deeply penetrated in this position with my erect five-inch cock. I only wish I had another five inches to ram home. My mind wanders over my under-endowment like picking at an old scab. For the first time that evening, I feel my prick start to loose its perfect edge of fullness. On one of my rebounds from a pelvic thrust, I slip out of Julie. Bless her heart, she is right there with her hand. She squeezes my cock three times quickly with that touch of perfect firmness that she has, and guides me back into her pussy. I cooperate and thrust in as hard as I can. Julie's ass cheeks wobble delightfully in response to my thrust and whatever momentary tristesse I had fallen into evaporates. I realize Julie is playing with her clit. My cock is reinvigorated with a new flow of blood. The wonderfully sense of tightness returns where the skin under my cock head feels stretched to the point of thinness. Newly sensitized, I concentrate on the feeling of Julie's pussy alternately grabbing on and letting go of my cock. In the effort to achieve maximum penetration, I have been leaning more and more forward. Julie has her face on her right hand on the floor with her hips held high and her left hand frantically rubbing her clit. When I hold my thrust at maximum penetration for a second, I can feel her vulva shaking from her clitoral manipulation around the base of my cock and front of my balls. With my right hand on the floor for balance, I start fondling her breasts with my left. Thanks to the earlier lesson, I know to alternately pull softly on the nipples and then squeeze the entire breast in my hand. We finally hit the right combination for Julie and she hits the big O with all the intensity of a linebacker both orally and pelvicly. I do my best to hold on as she is moving everything. Thanks to my earlier orgasm, I feel no desperate urge to cum. I'm almost relaxed. I'm happy. I'm pleased. Julie is cumming for me, I think. I'm sure I have a shit-eating grin. A delightful minute passes. I suddenly realize Julie is trying to talk to me. "What?" I ask. Between pants, Julie barks, "David, cum in me now!" So much for relaxed. This woman is controlling my body. I am hammering at her as hard and as fast as I can. It takes me all of fifteen seconds to get to the point of orgasm. Julie's cries have climbed the scale again and she is right there with me. "Tell me when," I say. In the time it takes for us to complete eight or ten thrusts she says "now." My mind splits into several levels that I recognize (on one level) is the result of an adrenaline push. On the basement level, all I know is bliss. I'm sure I'm flushed from head to toe. I know my cum is pouring out. It doesn't have the rocket intensity of last time; it's more like a lava flow - intense, hot, concentrated, fast. About mid-level I'm aware of Julie frozen in position pushed all the way back toward me. At a high level, I know I've just had the most exciting sex of my life. My body reasserts itself even as my cum has slowed to a near stop. I am near ecstasy and exhaustion. I pull out of Julie with a plop and lie on my side on the floor. She stretches out and rolls on her side, facing me. We lean in for a slow, lingering, saliva-sharing kiss. It makes us breathless and we stop. "Would you like to come in?" I ask. "Thank you," Julie says. "I would." We are each smiling broadly. She starts to laugh after a minute. "Look at us!" she says nodding her head in the direction of our feet. We are still wearing our white socks and nothing else. "Except our socks being white instead of black, we're retro-porno stars of the 1950's." "And damn proud of it," I reply. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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