Message-ID: <40878asstr$1045260604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030214175654.85939.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: "Lou Moran" X-Originating-Server: ws1-3.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 12:56:54 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lost Ball II Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 17:10:04 -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: dennyw, gill-bates Lost Ball II mf MF cons, oral, voy, anal ellem52@mail.com Can you vote in the USA? Does sex make you happy? Got a good grip on reality vs fantasy? If you answered YES to these questions read on. +++ When we last left: Paige, a beautiful, divorced mother of two, had been throughly fucked by a neighbor, Mr. Gorland, who brought out the sexual animal in her. Mr. Gorland's son, Kenneth has just received a phone call from Chelsea, Paige's babysitter. Mr. Gorland, Kenneth and Paige are about to go to Paige's house to finish breaking Paige. +++ "Get her truck. We're going to her house." "OK dad." "You are walking there Kenny. I'll drive her home. She looks a little tired." Paige lay on the floor physically and mentally exhausted, sore and bruised, covered in sweat and cum. Her dancer's body exposed save for her knee high boots. Her shirt and pants somewhere in the kitchen. The nearly permanent smile was off of her face replaced by a panting mouth, her bright hazel eyes heavily lidded as she struggled with consciousness. The fucking had been brutal, it was also amazing. It frightned her, her reaction to this man. She imagined she'd have been replelled by such advances, by such a horrible man. Instead she'd become instanly aroused. She'd become overly willing to perform for him. He wanted to break her. Physically she assumed. Mr. Gorland would break her physically that was easy. She was tiny compared to his six foot four, two hundrd ninety pound frame. And his member was certainly bigger than her cunt. He could pound the breath out of her everytime they fucked. The breaking he wanted was emotional, and psychological. He wanted her soul to snap, in manner of speaking. He wanted a sex slave. He'd banged the snot out of Chelsea, a neighborhood whore. The only person who bought her goody-two-shoes act was Paige Adams. Too busy with her perfect life to notice that the girl she entrusted her children with was a cock sucking slut who blew men for cigarettes. Mr. Gorland assumed she was already blowing the twelve year old, Matthew. He helped Paige up as Kenneth opened the door announcing the truck was running and ran to the Adams' home to the waiting Chelsea. Paige, still on unsure legs held onto him for balance. "Let's get you cleaned up and dressed. Then we are taking you home so I can screw you in your own bed." "I don't think I can handle anymore." "Never question me again," he said calmly as he rapped her ass. He half carried half dragged her to the kitchen sink. He ran a cold, wet sponge across her thin torso cleaning her somewhat. He dressed her, yanking her clothes on as roughly as he had yanked them off. She drank a glass of water and he finished dressing himself. "Get up. I want to see you walk." Paige lifted her tiny frame off of the chair, it felt like she weighed a million pounds, she felt so heavy. Her body ached. Standing she looked perfect, if tired, to Mr. Gorland who wanted to rip her clothes off again. She walked in pained, unbalanced steps to the front door. The ass reaming left her throbbing and made her normal strides virtual impossible. He lifted her into her passenger seat and drove back to the Adams' home. Inside Kenneth had Chelsea against the livingroom wall and was fucking her from behind. Geoffery and Matthew were put to bed as soon as Kenneth arrived. To the nieghbors looking, as they always did, Paige appeared to be drunk, unable to walk. Their idle gossip would be nothing compared to the real story. The Adams' home was brightly lit and the hardwood floors made harsh echos. Chelsea was enduring a rabid fucking by Kenneth. He'd never fucked her any other way. It was always a thrashing with his huge dick. Chelsea's experience told her that while Kenny was larger than his father by a little he lacked his father's skill. When Mr. Gorland fucked her she was dumbstruck. His mastery of her body easily took her comletely. Mr. Gorland seemed to have little use for her young body. Chelsea was a strawberry blonde of sturdy build. At five foot eight she was tall but her body was strong, her breasts full and her face pleasant. Only sixteen their intense coupling was not illegal but certainly suspect. Her marathon banging with Kenneth, and the other boys, was not. Teenagers fuck. Kenneth held her naked body in a full Nelson hold as he jackhammered her body through orgasms. She often wondered if his dick was so big it didn't have any feeling, he fucked inhumanly. Nothing she did seemed to slow him down. He often fucked her completely dry, it was as if he were a robot. A sexbot. Mr Gorland watched his son furiously hammer away on Chelsea, who begged for him to stop, which, of course, he would not. He held the limp Miss Adams in his arms like a damsel in distress as she watched the scene in front of her. Chelsea's thick body jiggled in the way heavy muscle does when shaken. The sight should have been repulsive to her but it was not. It was extremely arousing and disturbing. Kenneth would certainly have his way with her just like that soon. Mr. Gorland gently pulled her face to his and kissed her very deeply. He dropped her legs and let them dangle as he molested her tender ass. His hips had left her her bruised from his animalistic fucking. Her ass felt good underneath the thin denim pants and he could feel the heat from her pussy. He concentrated on her pliant lips and soft tongue, but the sounds of Chelsea's manic pleas were arousing him. The tone of her voice, the helplesssness, the agony reminded him of what he wanted to do to Miss Adams. He wanted to pummel her into complete submission. Paige's body was electrified. His body made hers react instantly. His hands, his mouth, his legs, his chest enslaved her. She never wanted to be set free. She ground her body into him. A slight tap on her shoulder and she dropped to her knees and undid his pants and took him in her mouth. Chelsea cried out as her body was used by the clumsy son of her master. Nothing could stop him. He was relentless. He loosened his hold on her to grab her tits roughly. Alternately slapping and squeezing them. There were no more orgasms left in her. Now it was simply a fucking for her to endure. She'd passed out from the magical fucking Mr. Gorland had given her, Kenneth keep her alert with pain. Paige was completely disrobed when he took her to her plush leather couch. He placed her on the couch and positioned her doggie style, spreading her athletic legs. Paige was completely soaked from his loving kisses. "Do you know what is going to happen," he whispered in her ear as Chelsea squealed in the background. "You're going to make love to me?" Paige purred. "I'm going to break you. When we are through I will own you. You will be mine to do with as I please. If I had realized you were down this end of the block I would have taken you from your husband. I would have fucked you while he watched. Do you think I could have done that to you?" "Yes," she admitted. "Who am I?" "Mr. Gorland." "Again, who am I?" "You are my master. Ooof!" The breath forced out of her as he punched himself into her already sore pussy. He began sawing in and out of her and Paige's body exploded, creaming all over his cock in thick spurts. He pulled her body up to his and fingered her clit while his mammoth cock began fufilling his mission of total domination. Paige felt like she was hallucinating. She felt like she was no longer in her own body. As if she'd floated away and was merely viewing the methodical conquest of her body, mind and soul. He was literally fucking her all away. Little bits of her at a time surrendered to him, his cock. In her dreamlike state she babbled her total allegiance to him. Kenneth and the wounded Chelsea sat next to them as they watched the subjugation of Miss Adams. As her body broke. As her mind slipped away. As she drooled in a mindless stupor brought on by Mr. Gorland's mastery of her pussy. Chelsea threw a tshirt on while she watched Miss Adams final moments of free will being fucked away. Soon Miss Adams would be just like her, helpless to stop them. Chelsea thought she'd held up a lot better than Miss Adams who by her estimation: Didn't take a big dick really well, and who was probably very horny when Mr. Gorland nailed her. She wondered if Miss Adams would ever be able to withstand Kenneth's brutal sessions. She went upstairs to check on the sleeping children, Matthew and Geoffery. They were oblivious to the fact that their mother had just lost her soul. -- Saying you're a Windows Systems Administrator is like saying you're a Flight Simulator Pilot -- __________________________________________________________ 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+