Message-ID: <40433asstr$1042539002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Mr. Variag" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 14 Jan 2003 02:09:26.0962 (UTC) FILETIME=[F7025920:01C2BB71] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 02:09:26 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Fugitive Woman {Varangian} (MF oral violence) Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 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: hecate, dennyw Fugitive Woman A Story by Varangian Copyright (C) 2003, Varangian Fred eased his Buick onto the busy divided highway to begin the second day of an aimless tour of America. He felt relaxed and refreshed after a sound night's sleep in a clean motel, a healthy shit and a substantial breakfast. The interstate entrance was a mile down the road, and he would go in the direction of Chicago, although that was not necessarily his destination. About one hundred yards short of the on-ramp he spotted a woman standing slightly crouched, head averted and arm extended. A hitchhiker's thumb indicated her intent, but the rest of her body language suggested she was having second thoughts. The denim jacket she wore was too light for the chill of early spring. Fred slowed the car and stopped on the berm just beyond where she stood. He examined her in the side view mirror as she ran towards him, learning that no companion raced from the bushes and that she carried no luggage, not even a purse. "I'm going west on the interstates," he announced when she jerked the door open and peered at him cautiously. Discerning no threat from the old man, she climbed in. "Anywhere," she said, scrunching low in the seat after a hasty glance out the back window. She flinched furtively when cars sped past on the highway. The woman's behavior unsettled Fred. But he could imagine several reasons for it, not all bad, and experienced a rush of adventure as he drove up the on-ramp and set the cruise control just above the speed limit. She soon sighed audibly and sat up straight in the seat. "How far you going?" she asked. "To the Pacific Ocean!" he boasted. "That's useful." He noticed an Appalachian twang in her voice. A quick glance confirmed his first impression of a tall, slender woman about thirty with a pleasant, almost pretty face. "I'm not going there today, of course. I'm stopping in Ohio or Indiana for the night." "It's far enough." She spared her words as though she had a limited supply of them. Sighing again, she relaxed her head against the backrest. "Are you running away?" Fred asked after an interval of silence. "Yeah." "From the police?" "No. Nothing like that." It was welcome news because he preferred risk-free adventure. When, after a few minutes of silence, she offered no further explanation, he glanced over again. Her head lolled against a shoulder. She was asleep. He noticed a blue welt on an otherwise unblemished face. With left leg bent comfortably he settled in for a long drive. He intended to speed along at 70 mph for the next three hours before stopping for a break. He wanted to see the country, but not as a tourist. He was a 65-year-old widower to whom presidential homes, monuments and snake farms were of no interest. His pleasure came from viewing the passing scene, however boring it might become when he reached the Great Plains. As for his passenger, he assumed she would ask to be dropped off before long. * * * "Where are we?" the woman inquired after a yawn. "Still in Pennsylvania." "Oh, god." "Not far enough away from your troubles?" She did not answer the question. "Mind if I smoke?" "Crack the window, please." Fred turned his head to her briefly. "I'll take you where you want even if it's off the highway. I'm in no hurry." She did not meet his eyes. "I don't know." "Running away with nowhere to go? I did that when I was fourteen." "Fourteen?" She laughed. "I wish I was fourteen again." He gave her a wink. "So do I. But we'd probably make the same mistakes." "You're really going to California?" she asked, sitting up straight. "Among other places." She gripped her hands between pressed knees. "I'm a good driver." It was a tentative, soft voice, but he heard her clearly. "I'm not going there directly," he said. "I'm just roaming." "Oh." "But you said you had no place to go." "California sounds nice." His mind raced. She was a good-looking woman, but she might be a bitch. He hadn't enjoyed a sexually inspired erection in over two years and did not expect one ever again. She could be trouble. "You're thinking of traveling with me? I'm not rich," he said. "I'm flat broke, but I can work as a waitress." "We'd have to share motel rooms." She shrugged. There was no way to shake her loose without being blunt, but he rejected that. In fact, he wanted company. "What are you running from?" "My husband and his nasty relatives. I cut him." "Cut him?" "His face -- with a paring knife." "And the cops aren't looking for you because of that?" "That family won't report it. They're all crooks of one kind or another." "Why'd you do it?" She growled after a moment's pause. "He beat me one time too many." He did not press the matter further. That fell into the category of "other people's business". The next silence lasted five minutes. "How old are you?" he asked. "Christ! You can tell by looking that I'm over twenty-one." "I'm just curious." "Twenty-eight." "Any children?" "A daughter, Nina. She's fourteen and lives with my mother in Tennessee." Fred did not want to hear that story either. "You're welcome to come with me," he said. "What's your name? Mine's Fred." "Minnie" "Well, Minnie, I intend to stop for lunch. Are you hungry?" "Starving!" * * * Although he considered himself beyond sexual ambitions, Fred could not ignore Minnie's attractive stature once he had a good look out of the car. She was almost as tall as he and her snug jeans covered long, slender legs. She possessed breasts that were ample but not overly large. Her face was a delight -- clear skin and delicate features showcased by shoulder-length, light brown hair. She was not actually pretty, but her expressive lips, so animated when she spoke or smiled, were particularly charming. She became more voluble as they ate in a large restaurant not far from the interstate. "I'm serious about being a waitress. I done it for years, and I want to pay my way." "We won't be stopping any place long enough for that." "You mean you're just going to roam around?" He shrugged. "I've always wanted to do that, and now I have a chance." "You're retired?" "Of course. I had a small machine shop." "Married?" "My wife died a while ago. She never enjoyed traveling." "Well I don't mind it." She watched him slurp tomato soup. He was clean and reasonably good looking for an old guy. He seemed fit and had all his hair. She assumed they would have sex, probably that evening, and the prospect of it did not upset her. It was only fair, in fact, because she had nothing else to offer. By the time they reached the Ohio border they had become relaxed traveling companions. Minnie poured over the road atlas. "I've never really seen much of the Great Lakes," she said. "That would take us north, not west." "Are you in a hurry to get to California?" "Of course not. Okay. We'll detour through Michigan, if you like." When she resumed examining the atlas, her lips twisted into a grin. The man had no plans at all, it seemed, and she would like to revisit Traverse City. "Look at that!" he declared. Ahead of them stretched a long line of motorcycles, perhaps twenty of them. A couple of the machines had sidecars and several carried women hugging the drivers from behind. Minnie squirmed low in her seat and averted her head from the window until the Buick passed the troupe. "Why did you do that?" Fred asked. She straightened in the seat again. "Elwood has biker friends all over." "Elwood?" "My husband. He has a hog and used to travel with a gang. I went along a few times, but I never liked it, because he sometimes wanted to lend me out to them." "And you refused?" "Yeah. Then he would beat me up." Fred did not inquire further. He considered the woman's history more appalling than interesting. By contrast his own had been proper and straight -- hard work, diligent saving and loyalty to one woman for over thirty years. A child would have made his life perfect. "You can tilt the seat back," he informed her when she fell into a doze. He glanced over after she reclined, his eyes on the inviting jean- clad thighs. He assumed she was sexually available to him and he regretted his inability to perform. * * * "I think we can stop for the night," Fred said, yawning. It was still light, although the sun rested on the horizon. They were north of Toledo, just across the Michigan line, approaching a cluster of restaurants, gas stations and motels. Fred's announcement prompted thoughts of being alone together with a bed available, but they had differing expectations regarding that. Neither of them, however, was particularly nervous. He checked in while Minnie remained in the car. When he returned he sat still for a moment before driving behind the motel complex to their room. "There's some big event down in Toledo," he said. "There was only a single available." "With two beds or one?" "One." Driving slowly, he squinted at room numbers on the doors. She wondered whether he would want to have sex before eating, but he surprised her. After lugging in a suitcase and closing the door, he did not seek to touch her. Nor did he leer or make any suggestive statements. "There's a restaurant within walking distance," he announced, heading to the bathroom. "But first, nature calls." "When you're finished in there I'd like to take a shower," she announced. "I feel grungy." Fred soon returned to the main room while a flush sounded behind him. "Take your time." He slipped past the woman without touching her. "I'll nap for a while." In the shower Minnie soaped herself and worried that she had no clean clothes. Thinking his behavior odd, she wondered about the old man who demanded nothing of her, at least so far. She could not imagine he would keep hands off after they were in bed together, and she was prepared for anything. She had done it all before more than once. When she came out of the shower she found him curled up on the bed, sleeping with only his shoes off. Except for a towel around her head, she was nude -- deliberately so. She was anxious to get their relationship started, because without sex, she thought, there was no reason for him to keep her. Then she reconsidered and went back into the bathroom to don bra and panties. She didn't want to be too forward and scare him away. He started awake when she sat on the edge of the bed facing him. "You're so pale," he said, ogling her bare thighs that pressed together. "It's been a long winter." He raised up and placed a hand on her knee. She parted them slightly in invitation. He snorted a laugh. "Minnie, I don't think god's own cherubs could arouse me at my age, but I appreciate the offer." "You're not so old." "I stopped, ah, functioning over two years ago." She stood. "We'll see," she said, smiling at him. "Do you think I'm being awful?" "You're lovely." He extended an arm toward her, sighed, then retracted it. "Let's go eat. Afterwards we'll get you some clothes. There's a mall on the other side of the highway." * * * They returned from dinner and shopping with different ambitions. Fred, an early riser, was eager to sleep, even though with a young woman beside him. Minnie could not accept the notion that a healthy man might be completely impotent. She assumed he was merely out of practice, that she could get a rise out of him. "Let's sleep naked," she said after dumping her packages on a chair. "I'm not a pretty sight," he warned, "but I'd love to snuggle with you." "At least you don't have a beer belly like Elwood and his friends." They undressed in silence, glancing at each other's progress. She had a fine, mature body, he thought. The slight flab at her waist and the sagging breasts did not lessen his appreciation, because he had not been nude with a woman this fine since his late wife was young. She observed a stringy old man with lots of body hair and a soft penis that dangled two or three inches. They climbed onto the bed. He immediately stroked her thighs and began to suckle a tit like a baby. "You can kiss me too," she said, sounding disappointed. "I'd like that. We're friends, ain't we?" "Of course we're friends, Minnie. I just got carried away by your lovely body." As they kissed and played with each other's tongue, she gently kneaded his member. But it remained flaccid. She rose up on an elbow. "I bet I could suck you hard, Fred." He lay back invitingly. "I've tried everything, sweetheart. Soap in the shower, Vaseline on the bed while looking at dirty pictures. Nothing worked, not even Viagra. The doctor says I might have a blood pressure problem. He also advised me to see a shrink." "A shrink? Why? Are you crazy?" "Not that I'm aware of. The doc pointed out that the problem began not long after my wife's death." "What you need is another loving woman." She went down on him, taking it all into her mouth. She sucked with determination and even fingered his anus, all to no avail. She raised her head. He protested, "Don't stop, darling! I felt a tingle!" "You're soft as ever, Fred." "Please! Do it some more." He fondled her head as she resumed the effort. A prickling sensation in the knob of his flabby penis surprised him. "Oh, Jesus! Minnie! Oh, Jesus!" A small amount of semen entered her mouth. She raised her head. "You did that without getting hard!" He sighed. "It wasn't like when I was younger, but it's better than nothing." "Then I'll suck on you from here to California." "What about you? Do you want me to lick on you?" "As you said, Fred, it's better than nothing." He was eager for it. He positioned himself with her legs over his shoulders and began to lap with the experience of half a century. She squirmed, moaned and eventually emitted a gasp. He remained in place, kissing and licking a thigh for a couple of minutes before going at her again, producing another unspectacular orgasm. He rose to his knees with a sore jaw. "I guess that's not what you really want," he said. "It was nice." "Maybe I should get a cucumber or something. That might be better." "I need meat, Fred, not vegetables!" He lay alongside and embraced her, intending a kiss but stopping. "You'd better brush your teeth," he suggested. When she returned he was under the sheet. She cuddled to him and they exchanged friendly kisses. "What sort of guys do you enjoy?" he asked. "The wrong kind, I think. At least that's what I usually wind up with. Not you of course." "But I'm of no use. I sense passion inside you. I bet I could have rung your bell when I was younger." "Probably. I'm a screamer. I let it all out. I don't like a guy to hurt me, but rough sex really turns me on." He toyed with a nipple. "You prefer big cocks?" "Fat ones! And a guy banging me until I almost go crazy." "I wish I could help you. I'd love to hear you scream." She nuzzled his head. "I'll suck on you whenever you want, Fred. And your licking felt good." "But you'd rather have a young guy with a fat cock." "I can't lie about that." "Of course." He snuggled her neck. "But did you ever have that sort of guy? One you really liked?" "Yeah. I fell in love once," she whispered. "But Elwood found out." * * * After a late start the next morning, Minnie suggested they cross the state and stop at Grand Haven on Lake Michigan, which they reached in early afternoon. She appeared to be familiar with the place. "I just love this beach!" she exclaimed. "Have you ever seen such beautiful sand?" She stood looking out at the stormy inland sea. Both her new windbreaker and Fred's arms, embracing her from behind, protected her from the chill. He had become infatuated with her, foolishly he thought, because it only widened his frustration at being old and useless. The effort that morning to stuff a soft penis into her had been a humiliating fiasco, although she had understood and tried to help. "Let's go north along the lake," she said. "We can spend the night at Traverse City." He cupped a breast while snuggling her neck. "You've been here before, haven't you? Are you looking for something -- or somebody?" "There's a place near Traverse City I'd like to see again. It's a yellow farmhouse where I was treated like a queen, at least for a weekend. "But you also want to meet a special guy." "Of course I do, Fred. I dream about special guys, but from what I hear the one who sent me to the moon last year is in jail. I'd like to see his house where we did it on the lawn. We couldn't wait to get inside. It was the happiest two days of my life, until Elwood found out." He was pleased she did not intend to meet anyone in Traverse City, although he realized she would eventually go her own way. He wanted to take her to California and drag out the trip for about a month. They stopped to snack at Bear Lake, reaching Traverse City before dusk. He suggested finding a motel, but she insisted on searching for the house. They drove up and down country roads past lonely farmsteads and tracts of fields. She became upset at their failure to find the place. "I know it's here somewhere," she whined. He stopped the car and turned to her. "It's almost dark, Minnie." He caressed her leg. "We'll look again in the morning." She squeezed his knee in return. "No. It's really not that important. Let's get a place for the night and tomorrow we can visit Charlevoix. It's a pretty town, and it won't be crowded with tourists this early in the season. But first I gotta pee." Fred put the car in motion. After a while they spotted a ramshackle cafe beside the highway with gravel parking area illuminated by a single spotlight. "This will have to do," she said, "because I can't hold it much longer." The place was empty except for the bored waitress, a young woman morbidly fat. Minnie went to the ladies room without asking directions, and he sat at the counter to order a cup of coffee. "Do you want anything?" he asked when she returned. "Let's get out of here, Fred," she responded, pulling on his sleeve. She appeared to be in a hurry, tugging him across the parking area but recoiling fearfully into his arms when four motorcycles roared in from the highway and stopped near them. The riders, men in their thirties, wore leather jackets with metal studs. One of them, sporting a bulging gut and a pigtail on his bald head, squinted and called out, "Is that you, Minnie?" She sought to flee, but the man grabbed her arm, shouldering Fred roughly aside. "Where's Elwood?" he asked, glancing at Fred then back at her. "Let go of me!" she cried, struggling to get free. "Where's Elwood?" the man repeated. "He's not here!" "What're you doing, Minnie? Turning a trick with this old fart here? You can do better than that!" "Let me go! Elwood's not here!" "Well, your fucking husband owes me! And I'm in a mood to take it out in trade." The three other bikers crowded around eagerly. Fred recovered from his initial shock and pulled at the man's arm. "Take your hand off her!" he shouted and tried to squeeze between the two. A hand from behind gripped his collar and pulled him to the ground. Someone kicked him. He rolled away a few feet, rose to a crouch and threw himself at the man holding Minnie. A fist smashed his face sending him to the ground once more. Another kick brought him to the verge of vomiting. But he rose again and staggered forward in an effort to reach Minnie, who was crying hysterically. But a shadow fell upon all of them. The four bikers swayed back fearfully. Minnie, suddenly free, dropped wailing to her knees. Fred glimpsed a large mass behind him. "We ain't got no beef with you, Rogge," the man with a pigtail whined. Two of the others were fleeing, followed by a third. A huge man carrying a shotgun stepped past Fred. Pigtail backed away, face twisting in panic. A ham-like fist splattered it with sledgehammer force, driving the man down on his back, pigtail crunching into the gravel. He lay still as if dead. "Carsten!" Minnie cried. She crawled across the gravel to the enormous newcomer, who lifted her into his arms. Though a rather tall woman, she appeared childlike in his embrace. Fred squatted on the ground near the assailant, whose unconscious face suggested a serious accident. He looked up to see Minnie's ecstatic expression in the area lamp's glare, purest adoration in her eyes as she gazed at her rescuer. The giant looked past her to Fred. "Are you all right, mister?" "His name's Fred," Minnie offered from her perch, legs gripping the man's waist. "Can you drive, Fred?" he asked. "We'd better get out of here before there's more trouble." The old man got to his feet painfully to stand beside Carsten Rogge, who at 6'10" stood more than a head taller, and staggered to the Buick, immediately learning without surprise that he would ride alone. Rogge carried Minnie to his pickup where she sat so close to him that he had difficulty steering. Fred followed their vehicle along several country roads until they pulled into the long driveway of a farmstead. It was probably a yellow house, but Fred could not discern the color in the dark. He climbed from the car to be greeted by Minnie. "You were awfully brave, Fred!" she exclaimed, hugging him. "And I love you for it, but I won't be going to California now." "Come on," Rogge called from the door of the house. "Let's get inside." * * * The grown woman did not appear awkward or out of place on the large man's lap. She alternately hugged his head and kissed his face, making it difficult for him to drink from the beer bottle. Fred watched them enviously from a seat on the couch. Rogge soon put aside the bottle to kiss the woman properly with his enormous hand at her groin. "It's just like last year, darling," she gasped. "I can't wait! Take me now! On the floor!" "With him watching?" Rogge complained, although he began to undo Minnie's jeans. "Sure. He'd like to see it. Wouldn't you, Fred?" Fred would indeed, but he was too embarrassed to admit it. Rogge cast him a glance. "I'm not that weird, Minnie." The big man rose with her in his arms. "We're going to do this on my bed." Rogge stepped past Fred carrying the woman, who peppered his face with exuberant kisses. "Help yourself to the booze and the kitchen," he said over his shoulder before proceeding down the hall with his enthusiastic burden. Fred thought to leave, to get in his car and find a motel, because without question his relationship with Minnie had ended. He had become very fond of her during the past couple of days and regretted the loss, but the years had taught him to think realistically. He stepped to the front door but paused when he heard a feminine squeal of delight. It was a magic sound for him. Her noises quickly became ecstatic moans and cries as he listened, standing in the middle of the room, astounded by the feel of his miserable cock thickening for the first time since his wife died. He was drawn helplessly to the bedroom. The door stood fully open. Despite the dimness inside he could see Rogge's naked bulk covering the woman. The only visible parts of her were raised legs and arms that clung to his sides. Minnie, lost beneath her lover, began to scream in orgasm, clawing at her lover's back. They fucked furiously until Rogge paused a moment and barked loud grunts. Shortly they resumed wildly as before and continued for minutes while Fred fondled the wonderful hardness in his trousers. Minnie's noises peaked three more times before Rogge paused again, gasping and pressing tightly at the woman. Finally he rose to his knees and looked over his shoulder at Fred, probably alerted by the older man's shadow. Minnie lay with flushed face and eyes closed, her parted lips smiling serenely. Though clouding up at first, Rogge grinned when he saw Fred's expression. He got to his feet and pulled Minnie up with him. A rivulet of semen coursed down an inner thigh, which she stopped with the flat of her hand. "I'll be right back," she said and dashed past Fred to the bathroom. Rogge leered at his guest and noted without rancor, "I suppose you already know how good she is." Fred nodded with a sigh. "She's the best. But at my age she's more than I can handle." The big man snorted. "Just as well. I intend to keep her this time." "Believe it or not, I'm happy for her." Although regretting he could never know her body again, he was nevertheless relieved because he knew that even his renewed vigor could never match Rogge's performance. After a few drinks and supper, Fred left the house for a motel, although Minnie had asked him to stay the night. She came out on the stoop with him and leaned up to kiss him. "Thanks for everything, Fred. I'll always remember you." "Is he the guy you thought was in jail?" "Elwood swore he'd send him there." She laughed. "Then he actually met Carsten." "In there ..." Fred hesitated. "I couldn't help watching you two together. You loving it so reminded me, I guess. I got hard, Minnie; I got hard!" Her eyes glowed. "Hurry up and find yourself a good woman, Fred. You deserve one who'll keep you hard until you die." END Varangian Contact: ludmax11@hotmail.com For more Varangian stories go to http://www.kellistry.com and follow the directions. _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+