Message-ID: <42519asstr$1053292204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [cornell525@hotmail.com] Reply-To: cornell526@hotmail.com From: "Sam Cornell" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 18 May 2003 17:39:52.0954 (UTC) FILETIME=[7D1DB5A0:01C31D64] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 17:39:52 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} An Entente Cordiale (FFf, ass worship, gs) by Sam Cornell Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 17:10:04 -0400 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, newsman Disclaimers: If you shouldn't read this - don't. If you don't want to read this - don't. If you want to make money out of this - don't. An Entente Cordiale (FFf, ass worship, gs) by Sam Cornell "Therese, this is Sandy." I like contrasts. Therese - young (almost too young), blonde, skinny and tall. French, with that typical bored Gallic arrogance. Sandy - divorced, nervous, late thirties and voluptuously sexy, if she did but know it. And me. Samantha. My two special friends eyed each other. Therese was still affecting her "why the fuck should I care who this old lady is" look, but poor sweet frightened Sandy was every inch the startled rabbit that always got me feeling so hot. But I knew both of them were thinking "what on earth is going to happen here?" I knew. By special invitation only. With both of them, I'd played the "I'll let you, but only if you promise me anything I want in return." After that the routes were different, but the destination the same. Sandy: "Anything?" "Uhuh." "But..." "It's up to you." "But, Sam..." "You know you want it." Swallow. "Okay." Therese: "What the fuck you think I agree anything?" Her shit grammar was stupidly exciting. "Because, my little French slut, agreeing to just anything I want is exactly what gets you going." "Bullshit." "The way your pussy's dripping onto my palm suggests you lie." I pushed the candle a little further into her rectum, knowing she would find it even harder to resist. "Do what you fucking want." For Therese that was gracious surrender. I have no idea what they thought the payback would be. But the look on both their faces right now suggested "someone else" wasn't part of it. Anything for Sam, yes. Anything for some other slut, no way. Of course either of them could walk out. But I knew that wasn't a real option, for either of them. Because somewhere, lurking in the darker recesses of their sexual personalities, was the desperate desire to submit to such humiliation. "Sandy, go out onto the balcony. Enjoy the view over good ole Father Thames. That's right, hon, facing away." Sandy was wearing jeans that curved nicely around her lovely full ass. And a white turtleneck. Just like I'd told her to. "Ok, Therese, why don't you kneel behind Sandy?" That earned me another withering look, but of course the sulky teen complied. I moved into position by the side. I was pushing it fast, but I was too bored and horny to pretend about niceties. Sandy turned her face to look at me, surely beginning to work out what, at least in part, was going to happen. I loved it when she got all imploring. Please, Sam, don't make me, not that, not with a stranger, she's so young, with you I can just about bear to, but not with this Therese girl. "Show Therese your ass, Sandy." The fact it was all going to happen on my good ole balcony, with Sandy's face and upper half to any passing river traffic, let alone anyone with a pair of binoculars on the far bank, added a nice little extra dimension. For Sandy and me both. That imploring look for just a second or so, knowing all the time Sam wasn't going to give in. Then feeble, pathetic fumbling with the metal stud of her jeans. Her hands shaking. She'd known, if you could use that word, Therese, what, three minutes, and she was going to show her her ass. Therese, for her part, was playing it to part. Oh so bored as a woman roughly twice her age tried to slip her jeans down over the full flesh of her ass cheeks. Oh so bored, but underneath I knew Therese craved the revelation. I knew Sandy was self-conscious of her weight, which was crazy because as her jeans finally slid down her legs I could see Therese's eyes narrow as she realized just how hot her new lover was. She even ran her tongue briefly along her lips, the eager slut. Sandy stood there awkwardly, jeans and panties crumpled at her feet, her face burning scarlet with shame and excitement. "Show her properly, Sandy." "Sam...please." Did she say it just to turn me on, or did she really mean it? No idea, all that mattered was it did the business for me. "Open your ass up properly, Sandy." Then she was reaching behind, both hands, like she'd done that first night in the bathroom stall. And so many times since. Poor Therese couldn't pretend ennui now. She loved this little game, some sexy stranger opening herself up after...well, they'd known each other nearly ten minutes now. "Wider, Sandy." There she was, pulling her lovely round cheeks as wide apart as she could, exposing her private little hole to Therese's inspection. I left her like that thirty seconds or so, just enjoying the way Therese's eyes were darting here and there, taking in every detail of Sandy's anus. And the way Sandy's eyes were cast down, her excitement and shame pretty much complete. "Put your nose against Sandy's asshole, Therese." Therese gave me a quick glance - she wasn't expecting that, but even the most delicious recipes can benefit from a little variety. It was part of her charm that without more than that brief hesitation she was shifting forward and pressing her nose right against Sandy's hole. Sandy tried to open her ass even further, obediently encouraging Therese as intimately close as possible. "Mm, yes, Therese, smell Sandy's tight little hole." A nice spontaneous touch, Therese moved her nose around a little, like she was really getting off on smelling Sandy's asshole. Which I guess was proof she was. "Okay Sandy, what do you want Therese to do now?" No I wasn't letting go my control. Quite the opposite. Sandy knew exactly what she had to say, despite the fact that vocalizing it would multiply her shame exponentially. She looked at me. Sam - why do you make me do these things? Because you want me to, Sandy. "Lick my bum, Therese." Not bad fifteen minutes into their first date. Therese grinned, sensing Sandy's desperate needs. A little theatrically, I thought, she poked out her tongue, knowing I wanted to see the way she tongued the older woman's bottom. Then, contact, and Sandy, poor hungry sexy slutty Sandy, groaned with pleasure. Therese was methodical and urgent as she probed Sandy's behind with her tongue, fighting that pointless battle to penetrate Sandy's tight sphincter but revelling in her defeat. I watched her french Sandy's bottom every which way for a full five minutes or so. "Okay, all change." Therese seemed a little reluctant, pulling away, and Sandy seemed to miss the intimate licking too. Too bad. "Therese, get naked and get on all fours. Yeah, here on the balcony." The act of stripping was far less erotic done by Therese, mainly because she affected no concern about baring her body. More exciting, by far, to watch Sandy's reaction as she took in the skinny lines of Therese's young body. Oh yeah, that was right, I was Sandy's first and only. Woman, that is. Quick enough Therese was in position. I could still get a thrill from her long lanky legs and the way her nipples poked rudely at the floor. "So, Sandy, what do you want?" Now that really was a delicious look, blinking dark eyes under fluttering lashes, Sandy giving into her basest desires, her asshole still slick with Therese's saliva. "I want to look at Therese's bum." Right answer. `Course Sandy was in an awkward state of semi-undress, jeans and panties down by her ankles but still in that damn sexy turtleneck. Even so she sat cross-legged behind Therese, and once Sandy was in position Therese dropped her upper body, opening her skinny but cheeks and exposing her bottom more fully. If you saw Sandy in the street you'd think she was sweet, someone's friendly mom. And as she got her first good look at Therese's bottom the look on Sandy's face was pure cute excitement. For sure I always pick the right ones. I was happy for Sandy to take her time. Watching her natural slow progression was far sexier than anything I could have dictated. She began by stroking Therese's butt cheeks, running her fingertips in gentle patterns over the creamy flesh. Gradually the pattern drew closer and closer to the shadowed valley of Therese's ass crack. Sandy was as fascinated by anal sex as me, she just didn't find it quite so easy to admit, was all. Soon enough she was drawing her fingers directly up and down Therese's crack, but diverting around Therese's anus, like she was afraid to touch it. As she was, but it must have felt exquisite for Therese. Every stroke increased Sandy's excitement and with it her confidence, and her face got closer and closer to Therese's behind. It felt like all three of us were holding our breaths, waiting for it. I couldn't resist a little commentary to heighten the tension, not that it needed ratcheting at all. "You smelling it, Sandy? You smelling Therese's asshole? I bet it's real hot, getting your nose so close to it. Makes you so hot. Yeah, press your nose right up. Fuck, yeah. Mm. And with your lips too. Yeah. Kiss Therese's ass. Right with your lips, yeah. And tongue. Fuck yes. Tongue Therese's dirty asshole." And Sandy was lost, any sense of disgust or reluctance overwhelmed by her excitement at such sordid intimacy with the French teen. "Okay, Sandy, slide down. That's right, so Therese can do your ass too. Kick your jeans off hon. Suck each other's asses." And there they were, my two hot little sluts, so different yet so excited by the same wicked intimacy. I'd planned the final act indoors, but things were ploughing ahead in such an awesome way I couldn't bear to break up the party. I hiked my skirt up around my waist, and ripped my pantyhose down, my lovers oblivious in their mutual ass-worship. I straddled where Therese's face was buried between Sandy's cheeks. I pulled the soaking crotch of my panties to one side, trying to relax enough to let go. Therese looked up briefly from her ass-licking, and I think she wondered quite what was happening. That slight look of apprehension on that lovely young face was enough to begin my release, a trickle of pee to begin with, but then a flood that I was able to direct quite precisely to where the young French girl's tongue was in contact with Sandy's dark little hole. Therese, good little slut that she was, didn't blanche, her tongue still out, her mouth wide open as she watched my cunt and then felt my piss splash all over her face. So I was pissing on Therese's face and Sandy's ass, and although it was beautiful I knew perfection was equalizing the equation. So I pulled away, leaving Therese frantically licking my pee from Sandy's stretched little hole, walked around the two heaving bodies to where Sandy was passionately tonguing Therese's anus. Any hint of reluctance was gone, as Sandy was a total slave to her excitement. I had no idea if in her passion she had realized I'd peed on her asshole. Whatever, she must have guessed my intention from my pose, so awkward yet so sexy, as once again I pulled my panties to one side. It was funny how, despite the difference in their ages, looks and personality, Sandy's and Therese's reactions to my new violation were pretty much identical. Both watched my cunt intently, while still ministering obsessively to their partner's shithole. I was able to release quicker this time, sure Sandy blinked when the first pee dribbled from by cunt, but she kept her eyes and mouth open as the dribble turned into a fountain, splashing all over her face, her mouth, her nose and also over Therese's thin white ass cheeks and the chocolate dark focus of her asshole. By some natural understanding our intentions coincided, me aiming my pee directly at Therese's anus and Sandy licking and drinking it directly from Therese's tight smelly hole. As my stream continued I worked delicately on my clit, knowing only a couple of the lightest strokes would be enough. Sure enough, the wicked look on shy Sandy's face as she guzzled piss from Therese's ass tipped my body into a useless spasming wreck, coincidentally splashing hot salty pee all over Sandy's forehead and hair. I looked at my watch. Twenty-five minutes. Fuck. Think what we could get up to in an hour. The end, for now. 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