Message-ID: <40857asstr$1045167002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030212163905.36018.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: "Lou Moran" X-Originating-Server: ws1-9.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2003 11:39:05 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lost Balls 1 FIXED Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 15:10:02 -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: newsman, dennyw Lost Ball I MmF non cons, oral, anal ellem52@mail.com Paige had precious few problems in her life. She was a constant perfect smile attached to a perfect lithe dancers body. Apparently her husband found himself attracted to dancers, just not lithe or decent ones. Like water off a duck this too rolled off of Paige's back, psyche. Her perfect house, job and sons were right where she'd left them, on her perfect suburban neighborhood. They only problem she was having the moment was a neighbor who insisted on keeping her sons and really all the neighborhood children's balls. The nerve! She'd warned the kids to play ball by her house. She loved the racket. The cackling children chasing each other. They always seemed to want to play down the block though. The Gorland's had a son, a degenerate who wore horrible t shirts with horrible words on them and who played guitar, horribly in his garage. Mr. Gorland worked some odd hours and anytime a ball even touched his lawn he kept it. All the children were terrified of the Gorland house. Which is probably why they played there, there was precious little danger in Fallen Oaks. Paige decided to get the balls back after another crying bout by Geoffrey, her youngest. It was simply horrible to keep a child's toy. They'd never broken anything, save a few blades of grass. So on the way home from the Dance Factory a dance school Paige ran she decided to make a stop at the Gorland's. She would assure Mr. & Mrs. Gorland that the balls would stop coming onto their lawn and they would give them back to her, hopefully in a bag of some sort. She called ahead to Chelsea, the babysitter, and let her know that she'd be a little late. Chelsea had obliged, as she always did, cheerfully. Paige remembered buying the hip hugger jeans she was wearing on Chelsea's advice. She meant to ask how she was supposed to wear underwear with these on. They did look good. She'd seen the fathers looking at her when she closed up shop. She'd have to thank Chelsea for that too. She clicked up to the Gorland's front door and ran the bell. She noticed that her belly was showing and tugged at her shirt, in vain, to get it down. Kenneth, reeking of smoke, and wearing a shirt emblazoned with Satan opened the door. "Hello, is your father home?" "Why?" He sneered. Although he was in his teens he had no respect for his elders and was quite large. There was a weight set next to his guitar equipment in the garage. "I need to discuss something with him." "Hey, you're the broad from down the block." Paige caught a glimpse of Mr. Gorland but then he was gone. "Kenneth, may I speak to your father?" "No." A large hand smacked Kenneth from nowhere bouncing his head against the door frame. "Get in the house you ingrate!" Mr. Gorland stood filling the door frame. He was smiling pleasantly at Paige but she felt naked in front of him. Naked and small. He was very imposing. Very Large. She shook her head and spoke, clearly and precisely. "Mr. Gorland, my boys, all the children here would like their toys back." He stood, motionless, impassive, smiling. "The balls Mr. Gorland." As if snapped from a daze, "Yes. Certainly. Balls. You know what it is Mrs...." "Miss." "Miss...." "Adams." "The thing of it is Miss Adams I need to protect the children from our dog. Our dog is very old and he might charge the children." Paige didn't remember any dog on the block. Mr. Gorland continued smiling but behind that smile he was mentally molesting the piece of ass on his stoop. She was fie foot six, tight as a drum and dressed like Britney Spears. This broad was some MILF. "Well, can they have their toys back?" "Sure. I have them in my shed," must be a huge shed Paige thought to herself, "come on in," finally some civility. She walked into the dark house. It was tasteful, but clearly under some serious budget constraints. Mr. Gorland slowed and she was walking in front of him. He was staring at her ass. How rude! She could almost feel it. It was hot. She snapped around to scold him. But he walked past her. "Would you like anything to drink, Miss Adams?" "No, I'm fine but thank you for asking." Paige stood, mostly on one leg, initially with her arms crossed, then she dropped them to her sides. Mr. Gorland leaned against his kitchen sink and rubbed his chin. Looking in her. I was like she could feel his eyes moving over her. "Mr. Gorland! The balls?" "Right. I, I just can't get off what sweet little piece of ass you are. I mean you've been livin' on the other end of the block for what, 8 years? I had no idea you were so fucking hot. And that skinny dip shit left you for hooker? Man what I wouldn't give to screw the lights out of bitch like you." Paige stood frozen. Suddenly aware of her body, her outfit. The way the jeans clung to her legs, the way the shirt hugged her breasts and didn't cover he stomach. The boots, with the spiked heels. She was aware that she was alone in a house with two men she was no physical match for looking for toys. Cheap toys at that. The heat she felt began again only this time more intensely. "Get her keys bring the truck around back," he ordered his son. "Oh man her ass is perfect," Kenneth said squeezing it softly. "You DON'T touch her until I tell you to!" Kenneth ran out of the front door. Paige desperately wanted to follow, but Mr. Gorland grabbed her and pulled her into his massive arms and chest. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll love me." He lifted her off of her feet and held her with his right hand by putting his two middle two fingers between her legs while he palmed her ass. He held her 110 pound effortlessly as he kissed her deeply holding her head with his left hand. His right hand fingers kneaded her and her legs spread involuntarily as her pussy became soaked. His hands moved over her in waves. Her skin reacted. Her body pushed against his. "You're a real horny little fuck doll ain't'cha?" His fingers worked magic on her. "Yeah," she huffed between kisses. He put her down and pushed her against the refrigerator, her soft ass flattened against the steel door. He pulled her stretchy shirt up to reveal two gorgeous little breasts with swollen nipples. He sucked, chewed and slobbered on them and drove Paige wild. Her legs bucked her body against his. He rammed his hand down the front of her pants and stuffed two thick, calloused fingers into her tight box. Most of his hand was still out of her pants because they were cut so low. She grabbed his finger fucking arm and her eyes bulged out of her head as she came in a loud, wet squeal. His other hand shoved down the back of her pants and worked her from behind. Thick meaty fingers grinding deep inside her while two more finger bated her clit around like bullies on a nerd. Like a smack another orgasm came. She clung onto him for dear life as his hands began moving her to and fro. "Suck it," he announced, pushing her to her knees. Instinctively she tried to move her hair out of her face, but there was none to move with her new short hair cut. Jerry, her ex, liked blowjobs and she liked giving them, for the power she could wield and the gifts they brought from her husband. She would not be in any position of power tonight. His massive cock was like a hog, bloated in the middle. It was thick and large. Bigger than any man she'd ever seen. She opened her mouth and dove onto it, in a frenzy from her fingering. Mr. Gorland gasped as Paige's hot mouth began to suck him. She definitely knew what she was doing and he became fully erect in seconds. She choked him down and took almost all of him down her throat. He was too big to swallow fully. She used her hands to work him while her throat and mouth took a break and she caught her breath. He grabbed her thin wrists and used them like reins to pull her towards him impaling her mouth with cock. She grabbed his ass and tried to bury him again. But his member was too rigid, too big to be swallowed. She got off of her knees and squatted. When Kenneth came back in that is what he saw. Miss Adams squatting in front of his father sucking his dick like a mad woman. Her pants had been yanked lower and he could see the crack of her gorgeous little ass over the top of her pants. Her tits were out but he couldn't see them. His father had her head in his hands but she was doing the moving. His father waved him away. Kenneth got out of his father's sight but watched as Miss Adams sucked cock. Paige pulled out everything she'd ever tried on this monster. Then with out any warning, like Jerry would give, he began spraying her mouth with thick strings of cum. She swallowed and licked greedily. He pulled on her shirt but when the arms resisted he simply snapped it behind her head and pulled her up to him. He tossed her, or so it felt onto the kitchen table and yanked her pants down. Then pushed her legs straight up. Her jeans were around her knees and he held her legs up buy the crotch of her jeans that was now bridging her jellied legs. He pushed his tongue onto her sex and latched onto her clit. Paige began shaking as he hummed with his tongue pressed tightly against her most sensitive spot. As he sucked orgasms out of her, her thoughts became scattered and she wondered where all this came from. She'd never done anything like this with anyone before. The man wasn't even terribly good looking. His tongue was a magical tool that drove her to the edge of sanity. He stood removing her pants, leaving her only in her tight leather knee high, spiked heel boots and her spandex shirt on her arms and behind her back. He held her by her ankles and held himself with his other hand. He stroked himself and looked her in the eyes. She looked back. First at him, then at the weapon of a cock in his hands. Kenneth crouched in the hallway waiting. Waiting for his father to begin pounding this skinny little bitch. Waiting for his turn with her. His chance to fuck her. Paige tried to spread her legs for the huge cock that was about to enter her. He would have none of that. He kept her legs together and rammed himself into her taking her breath away. It was as if she'd been punched in the stomach from the inside. He gave her no time to recover he began slamming his body into hers with no concern for her or the table below her. She screamed in agony as he assaulted her tiny pussy with his prong. She could do nothing to lessen the blows. She could not squirm away, the laminate on the table kept her in place. His iron grip on her legs kept her in the perfect spot for his massive penis to bottom out inside of her with every pussy wrecking thrust. He wanted to hear her scream, and she screamed her head off. She squealed every filthy she could think of between gasps. He pistoned into her. He didn't just want to cum he wanted to leave her paralyzed. He was sweating profusely onto her and finally his grip loosened and her legs spread wide open, a perfect split. It didn't matter she was so thoroughly filled it offered her no relief from his fat cock. Paige wrapped her strong, booted legs around his waist trying to slow him all she did was increase his pace as he didn't pull back as far, but he was still stuffing himself deeply inside her. Hammering on her as his sweat made them glide over each other. His relentless fucking was taking its toll on her. Orgasms came from everywhere at once. There was no way to deal with all of the sensations at once. His sweat dripping on her stomach. His cock buried deep in her belly. His rough hands pulling her tits. His breath on her. Her back against the sticky plastic of the table. His huge balls slapping against her ass as he plunged into her. "Bend her over dad!" "You wanna see Miss Adams break Kenny?" "Yeah, break that fucking bitch." Paige clutched her fuck-master tight, unwilling to stop for any reason. "Nuh, no," she exhaled through exhausted breath, "keep fucking me. It's so good. Please." "Sorry baby, you heard my boy, he wants you broken," he said pulling her off of his still rock hard dick. "Kenny, watch this," he said as he stood Paige up on her own two feet. As soon he let go her legs gave out and she fell crumpled to the floor. "Looks pretty broken to me." "No! Finish her. Make her ours," Kenneth said slamming his fist into his hand. "You ready?" Paige nodded. With that Mr. Gorland picked up the slight Miss Adams and pushed her over the island counter in the center of the kitchen. She could offer no resistance to whatever breaking was her body and mind was shattered from what seemed hours of fucking. Her legs were parted just enough to keep her steady. He stood behind her rubbing her sore slit and dragging his hands over her anus. He did this for a while. She nuzzled the crook of her arm mumbling and moaning. In a gut wrenching thrust he entered Paige fully and roughly from behind. He gripped the shirt like a rein and pounded her viciously. Kenneth watched his father work as the thin Miss Adams flailed helplessly at the end of a massive tool. She didn't know how this was any different from the hard fucking she had just gotten on the table although Mr. Gorland certainly seemed more intent on pushing his cock through her. He yanked the shirt completely off of her perspiring body. His thrusts were starting to get into a rhythm wherein he would leave his pussy destroyer deeply inside her for a moment and then pull out quickly and slam back into her. Each time Paige screamed out. She was spent. Unable to get any relief from the act. "Do it NOW," Howled Kenneth. In one motion Mr. Gorland yanked his cock from her ruined pussy and crammed himself into her virgin ass. The shock to Paige's body was immediate. He continued to violently throw himself against, into her. Her body was wracked in pain. Her ass ached and burned. He grabbed her slender hips and used them to pull her deeper on to his stick. She cried out. "Stuff that fucking pig dad. Make her yell my name." "You heard him." "Kenneth!" Paige yelled with some urgency. "Fuck'er dad, fuck'er ass! Kill her." Paige began to feel his gigantic head banging in her pussy. It felt as if he'd ripped her ass and gone into her cunt. It just kept banging her. It was insistent. His brutal ass reaming got worse as she begged him to stop. He had her pinned against the counter crushing her perfect ass with his hips. His thunderous fucking, her tearing ass, her threaded breathing, the voyeur son urging his father to fuck her harder and harder, it began to overwhelm her. "Nail her!" Kenneth yelled as his father lifted Paige off of the ground holding her legs together at the thighs, leaning her now limp body against his broad sweaty chest. Kenneth watched as her pussy creamed. Her lower legs bounced as he lifted her body up and down on his shaft. In this position Paige was completely vulnerable to him. There was nothing to cushion her from him. He fucked her mercilessly. His entire wad was in her. He pushed deeply inside her and his head pressed deeply in her. He began pumping cum in her. The sensation of his completion brought Paige to another numbing orgasm. He dropped her legs and pulled her off of himself. He put her gently on the floor and shot the remaining load on her. The phone rang. Kenneth picked it up. "Hey Chelsea. Why don't you come over, I really want to see you. Oh, that slut. She's here. My dad just fucked her brains out. Yeah just like he did to you. Just leave the kids, they'll be fine." "Let's take her home. We can finish in her house." -- __________________________________________________________ Sign-up for your own FREE Personalized E-mail at Mail.com http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+