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The Following Is A Story That Was
Posted To ASS While ASSM Was
Down And Appears Here For The
First Time.

	Good Samaritan
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Three


	“Oh my God!” Ryan called out as he felt
her wetness engulf him.  They were his first words
since their intimacy had started.
	Over the years Dalia had heard of women
who didn’t like the taste or feel of a cock in their
mouth.  Luckily for Ryan, she definitely wasn’t
one of them.  With an almost animal intensity, she
pumped her head back and forth, raking his
member with both tongue and lips.  It was more
than he could stand.
	In brief seconds, she could taste the first
indications of an imminent eruption on her tongue.
It reminded her that among other things, young
men were not noted for their control.  The upside
to that was that they usually recharged their
batteries, as she once heard her son say, rather
quickly.
	She withdrew until her lips were just
tickling the tip, running her tongue around the
edge.
	“Oh yeah, baby,” she called out.  “Give it
to me!”

	And give it to her Ryan did.  Spurts of rich
come splashed against the roof of her mouth,
covering her tongue and leaking out between her
lips.  Quick as she could, she swallowed the first
jets of whiteness.  As fast as she took it inside her,
another seemed to follow.  That was the other
thing she’d heard about sex with young men.
They seemed to have an endless supply of come.

	“Oh god, oh god!”  Ryan cried repeatedly
as he tried to stay up on weak knees.
	“Is that all you can say?”  Dalia asked,
standing up and wiping the last white droplets
from her lips.
	“I love you!”  the young man blurted.
Dalia smiled.  It was the perfect thing for
him to say.
	“No, honey. What you’re feeling isn’t
love, it’s just lust.  And under the circumstances
that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
	Ryan’s facial expression abruptly turned to
that of a lost puppy.
	“Don’t frown,” she continued with a grin.
	“Because if it really was love, there would be all
kinds of difficulties that we’d have to address.
Complications such as age and background to just
name a few that I’d really rather not have to get
into.”
	His look changed to confusion.
	“But since we can recognize what just
happened as only lust,” she continued.  “we can
just taken for what it is, and let it take us where it
leads.”
	She paused for a moment and smiled even
wider.
	“And right now, I think it should lead us to
the bedroom where there’s a bit more room.”
	Ryan’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas
morning.


	Once inside the bedroom, they rid
themselves of the last vestiges of clothing, -- with
one exception.  Dalia kept on her simple panties.
They covered a prize she would let her young
lover unwrap a little later.
	She climbed onto the center of the bed and
motioned for him to join her.  The bedroom was
more brightly lit than the living room, the result of
a four bulb overhead fan.  Under the increased
illumination, Ryan got his first good look her
body.
	When he stopped to think about it, he
realized that Dalia was almost a good ten years
older than his mother.  An observation that didn’t
reduce the excitement of her near naked body a
bit.  His hazel-green eyes fixed on the rich brown
breasts she proudly displayed.  They were round
and small enough to each fit either in one of his
hands.  Each was capped by a small very black
areola, at the center of which projected a nipple as
thick as a baby bottle’s.  He quickly decided that
not even Cara Penopolas, whose image he’d spent
all of senior year jerking off to, had such beautiful
mounds.
	“Well are you going to stand there and just
look?”  Dalia grinned as she lifted a breast in each
hand and rubbed her thumbs against the stiff tips.
“Or are you going to take things in hand?”

	Ryan practically jumped onto the bed,
replacing her hands on her breasts with his own.
If anything, her skin now felt even warmer than it
did in the other room.  He kissed the top of her
breasts, drinking in the mixed aroma of perfume,
sex and sweat.  Lifting one of her globes to his
mouth, he closed his lips around the dark center.
	“Good boy,” She smiled as Ryan showed
how much he had learned from her impromptu
earlier lesson.
	With concentration fueled by enthusiasm,
Ryan ticked her flesh with his tongue.  Every once
in a while he would use his teeth as well, careful
not to bite too hard.  He wasn’t always successful,
but Dalia didn’t seem to mind too much.
	In fact, she was content to just lay back
against the large pillows and let Ryan explore her
body at his leisure.  He did this with both his
hands and mouth.  The only exception was still the
area concealed by her panties.  She’d show him
the treasure beneath in her own time.
	As she enjoyed his attentions, Dalia
wondered what fascinated him the most.  Was it
simply that she was a woman or was it more? That
she was older certainly factored into all this. She
could tell that much.  The forty-nine year old
definitely felt the sexual excitement their
difference in age had produced.  To be honest, she
had even perceived a certain forbidden passion
aspect due to their racial disparity.
	As he kissed her for what had to have been
the fiftieth time that night, she threw her arms
around him and rolled him onto his back.  With
both legs straddling her young lover, Dalia
pressed her breasts into his face. The blond
accepted her offering with boyish delight.  The
press of warm flesh against his mouth was
intoxicating.

	“I think its time I give you something else
to try that talented tongue on.”  she joked as she
pulled one of her nipples from Ryan’s mouth.
	She rose to her full height. The panties she
wore, while simple in most respects, had one
unique feature.  They had two small clips on each
side that could be undone.  It took only the very
briefest of movements, and the small black strip
fell to the bed.
	Ryan stared up at the wide patch of curly
black hair between her legs.  If he looked close
enough, he would find a few strands of gray and
white. Earlier, when he’d felt its wetness against
his hand, he’d tried unsuccessfully to form a
mental image of it.  Now the reality of it filled his
vision as Dalia lowered herself against his face.
	The older woman stopped a few inches
above him, giving him time to study her sex.
Aside from pictures passed around the dorm, it
was the first real at look at a pussy Ryan had ever
had.  The strong scent of womanhood filled his
nostrils.  Dalia reached down and parted her dark
lips with two of her fingers, revealing the deep
pinkness within.
	Dropping even lower, she moved to a
height where Ryan could taste her promised
treasure. He hesitated for a few seconds, slightly
hesitant.  Stories and jokes about eating pussy
crossed his mind,  just enough to give him pause.
Then, remembering how easily Dalia had taken
him into her own mouth, Ryan took a breath and
went at it.

	Even if she hadn’t already known, Dalia
could tell it was his first experience licking a
woman.  His tongue was all over the place, but
occasionally he would hit the right spot. She
gently took a hold of his head and began to guide
him to her sensitive spots.
	"Easy...” she whispered as she lowered
herself so that her open cunt now rested on top of
his eager mouth.  "Just take it nice and slow. Let
your tongue glide in and out."
	Finally he began to follow her instructions
and was rewarded with his first taste of a
woman’s honey. Ryan was sure that none of the
girls at school could ever have tasted so good.
	"That's better...,” Dalia admitted as she
arched back and enjoyed the feel of his tongue
inside her.
	Rubbing her now well-lubricated cunt back
and forth over his face, Dalia soon covered it with
a thin layer of nectar.  As she lifted herself off him,
she couldn't resist licking a little of it.
	"Mmmm,” she purred as her tongue licked
the side of his face.  "I think you're ready for the
main event."
	Backtracking her earlier steps on the bed,
she moved to a point where her wet pussy now
hovered over his rock hard member.  Taking it in
hand, she held it straight and lowered herself onto
it.
	With the cockhead at her sugar walls, she
paused a moment.  Her green eyes looked into his.
The fire between her legs flared in intensity as she
saw the hunger in those eyes.  His dream was
about to come true.
	Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead
inside her.  It slid effortlessly, quickly covered by
the heavy lubrication produced through his efforts.
Then in a quick motion she dropped all the way
and took him totally within her.
	Ryan gasped at the sudden envelopment.
The wet pressure around it brought a smile of
satisfaction to his face.  If he thought having his
cock in her mouth was heaven on earth, the words
didn't exist to describe this new incredible
sensation. As she began to move up and down on
his pole, the sensations grew in intensity.  Bracing
her hand against the top of the bed, she rose and
dropped with an ever-increasing frequency.
Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a suction
that was drawing the life out of his cock.
	"Oh god.... Dalia!"  Ryan called out as he
tried to match her motions.
	At the rate she was moving, Dalia knew
that he would again come quickly. As he had
proven before, few men his age had any
self-control. Lifting herself higher so that his cock
nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it
in a single final fury.
	Up again she rose, this time letting his
pulsing cock slip from inside her.  In a quick
motion she grabbed his hardness and pressed it
between her breasts.  Pressing against each of her
mounds, she trapped his cock between them.
	Still slippery from being within her, his
hardness rubbed against her hot dark skin.  One,
twice, three times his white pole disappeared
between her ebony breasts.  Finally, it erupted in
an orgasmic explosion, showering both their
bodies with his seed.
	Slamming her body down upon his, Dalia
grabbed his arms and pulled him to her.  Her
mouth sought  his and kissed him passionately.
Holding him pressed tightly against her, she
continued to pump his still firm cock with her
breasts until his cream dotted her skin.
	Finally it was done and her hot, sweat
covered body collapsed upon his.  Too exhausted
to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still
against her.  Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her
mounds.  So drained were they both, that after
closing their eyes for a moment, they both drifted
off to sleep.

	Sunlight flooded the window when Dalia
finally opened her eyes.  Glancing to her right, she
saw  Ryan was also awake but had made no move
to get up. He was satisfied to just lay against her
and enjoy the warmth of her body.
	"I have to say lover," she said as she
kissed him on the top of his head. "you're really
something.  A little practice and you're going to be
irresistible."
	He smiled and returned her kiss.
	As they shifted in the bed, Dalia couldn’t
help but take note of the renewed hardness that
pressed against her leg.
	“What do you feel like having for
breakfast?”  she asked.
	“How bout breakfast in bed?”  Ryan
responded with a confidence he didn’t have when
he walked into her apartment last night.
	Dalia looked at him for a moment and
considered his request.  Last night had been a
moment of insanity.  A quite pleasurable one but
madness nevertheless.  Today, in the light of
sanity, reality came crashing back.  How could she
justify a repeat of that craziness?
	If the little voice of reason could have its
say, so could that of impulse.  And as it had so
many times in her life, lucidity came in second
place.
	“Oh what the fuck!”  she said aloud as her
decision sent a renewed tingle between her legs.
	Ryan’s smile grew to epic proportions as
she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth
once more.

END

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