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From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim)
Subject: {ASSM} History Stuttering (M/F, 1st, cons)
Date: Sat,  4 Jan 2003 05:10:07 -0500
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Otzchiim@aol.com  M/F, 1st

                                                                History
Stuttering

     Josie was a little hesitant to walk into Adam's apartment with him, though
she was not quite sure why she should be.  It was the smallest one that she had
ever seen, with a stove, a sink, two wooden chairs, a kitchen  maybe three feet
by two, a small television squeezed onto the top of some bookshelves otherwise
filed three-quarters with paperbacks, and a three-quarter bed.  One corner of
the room was walled off for a toilet and shower stall.  The picture was
completed by a coffee-maker, a refrigerator, and kitchen cabinets whose
combined volume was about that of Adam.  Oh, and a dresser by the bed.
     He heated the coffee, and they sat and talked.  Josie soon found the
wooden chair uncomfortable and moved to a corner of his bed.  When Adam moved
to get beside her, she considered getting up but did not.  When he put an arm
around her, she thought of it again, though she liked the touch of his arm and
the slight odor of his face.  When he kissed her, she spoke of her concern.
     "You wouldn't force me into anything, would you?"
     "No.  But I might try to tempt you into it."
     "Oh, well, you do that anyway."
     "Glad to hear it."
    And he did indeed try.  The kiss became a deeper one, and her mouth opened
to the probing of his tongue.  Somehow he eased her to her back beside him, and
when their faces turned toward each other, his right hand came up under her
right breast and grazed it.
     Josie was amazed at herself for being as comfortable as she was alone in
his apartment, lying on the bed of a man whom she had only known for three
weeks.  Maybe part of it was that he was a man, a little over three years older
than her, all of twenty-one, and had been working in the record store where she
met him for almost all of that time.
     She was barely eighteen, in a summer job after her last year of high
school, and slowly overwhelmed, if that makes sense, by someone of roughly her
age treating her as an adult for the first time in her life.  And Adam seemed
to know so much about the records in the shop, knowing the words to so many rap
songs; she had never realized how different the words that he quoted were from
what she had heard on the radio - and she could see why she never heard them on
the radio.
     All the songs seemed to be about, well, what they were doing now, and
other things that you did on a bed, instead of the shooting and killing that
she heard about on the radio.
     From the day that Josie first came to work in the record store, Adam had
found her fascinating.  When that light-brown face first turned to him with a
broad bright smile and slightly open mouth, he thought at once of having that
mouth open to receive his tongue, of having it sag as he brought her to orgasm
with his fingers, of having it rounded in ecstasy as he plunged into her, of
that mouth and how it would feel around his erection as she knelt before him
naked.  And he was well there at this moment, as he tasted her mouth.
    His left hand touched the waist of her jeans, then the skin just under her
loose blouse.  He caressed her there, and as her mouth opened and their tongues
met, that hand slowly moved up.
    When one finger touched the nipple of her right breast, he body stiffened
but her nipple did also.  One finger of his right hand slowly circled her left
nipple outside the blouse and she whimpered into his mouth.
   Adam's right arm dipped under Josie, leaning her partly, then fully, to her
back.  That hand gathered her blouse, exposing her waist and her ribcage and
finally her breast, and his fingers gently rubbed and twisted the hard nub. 
His left hand was slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse until both small
mounds were open to the light.
    Josie thought that she should be uneasy about this, but she was not.  They
had come right here from the record shop when the shift ended at four on this
Saturday afternoon, with the plan of a dinner and movie with Adam, and she was
not expected home until midnight.  And now - she wasn't sure that she cared if
she left this place at all.  She was enthralled by what Adam's hands were doing
and how they felt, and she was thinking, whether she wanted to or not, of what
other parts of him might do -- and feel.
     He broke their kiss and turned his lips and tongue to her hard little
cones until she gave a very satisfactory, if unsatisfied, whimper.  Her hips
twitched involuntarily.
     From that first day, there was no day when he did not picture her legs
wrapped around him, did not imagine how it would feel to plunge into her until
he could go no farther.  She was small in body, and he was sure that she would
be very tight - where it counted.
     He opened his own shirt and lay his bare chest over her upper body as he
kissed her deeply again and tuched her perfect teeth.  Her breathing became
heavy and fast.  When he returned to his side, Josie followed and his left hand
rested on her rear.
     Soon he moved it to adjust the position of his erection, and seemingly
almost by chance he pressed the back of his hand to the junction of her legs,
making her moan again.  At this he reversed his hand, now plainly cupping her
there and gently, rhythmically massaging her until she gave a series of gasps.
     The little mixed-race girl had been protected and warned for all of her
life about what men might want to do to her, but it did not seem to help now. 
Her mother had been at about her age when she was seduced, deflowered, and
impregnated by a tall muscular blond man who vanished before the month was out
and could not be found by the name which he had given to her.
     The black woman, still beautiful to this day, had set out to raise the
child alone, and had felt until this day that she had done it well - but she
did not know about today, at least not yet.  What depressed her most at times
was not the struggle, but the - frustrating - fact that from the day that her
first lover last sank deep into her to now, in her late 30s, no other man had
stirred or taken or exhausted her so well.
     Adam's hand unbuttoned the top of Josie's jeans, and drew down the zipper
so softly that she was not aware of it, though what his lips did to her hard
cones helped there.  But Josie was very aware of the touch of his hand resuming
the massage, now inside the jeans and a little more forcefully.  And as his
tongue dueled with hers again, his hand moved another layer in, to graze then
press then enter her labia and the inner surfaces of her opening.
     His body raised, to lower her jeans and leave her with only panties and a
half-discarded open blouse.
     Adam reflected that he had not expected to attract and charm and hook up
with - and soon, it seemed, hook into - this teenager so quickly.  But he had
gotten her to like him, and gotten her into the little apartment he had lived
in for two years, and gotten her onto his bed, and gotten her almost naked in
his arms.
     From what Josie said and the way she acted, it seemed very likely that she
had never gone this far with anyone before and even more that taking her one or
two steps more - and taking her - would mean taking what she had never given
anyone.  It would mean bursting her hymen and opening her up inside for the
first time and filling her with hard meat (and, he hoped, with ecstasy over and
over).
     Once it seemed likely, and later almost certain, that Josie was a virgin,
Adam could not get his mind off the idea of seducing her, of taking her one
step at a time from kissing to fondling to the final step, when she was naked
under him with her legs spread wide and he claimed and ended her innocence.  He
could see in his mind her face as he plundered and passed her final barrier and
sank into her until she was completely filled as he pushed her walls apart and
felt them grip around him.
      Adam dropped the rest of his own clothes to the side and plunged his
tongue into her mouth again as one hand caressed her breasts and the other
dipped into her panties.  This three-front assault brought her quickly almost -
almost! - to orgasm.  Both hands now gripped the waistband of her last material
defense.  In a slightly dazed manner, she raised her hips and the protection
passed into the fires of her desire.
     He moved his naked body over hers and touched the head of his long hot
thick bulging erection to the entrance of her unopened cave, her untouched
flower, and whispered, "Do you want me to?"
     She hesitated and the thought crossed his mind that her answer might not
matter, since what she might still decide not to give he could well take, and
he was certain that she would thank him still, and gladly give herself to him
many later times.
     But a stumbling "Yes" is what she gave, and with that she gave him her
virginity.  Adam presed slowly and steadily inward in one long stroke until he
met the membrane of her maidenhead.  More pressure and he felt the rupture and
saw her mouth open, ands sank in until he could go no further, and his pubic
hair meshed with hers.
     Then he began to stroke.  At first he came straight down from above, until
her legs raised and crept around his waist and the angle shifted.  Adam
withdrew for a moment, both of them noting the traces of red on his shaft, then
put her right leg onto his shoulder and entered her again.
     She was spread open more now and he could plow faster and harder and
deeper.  Her cries of "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" came with each plunge, except for the
times that his force and depth triggered a greater reaction and her walls
clamped down in orgasm.  Her small breasts bounced, her light brown body
trembled, and she gave cries of passion and satisfaction as he thundered into
her core, bumping hips with her.
     But he know himself and knew his limits.  He withdrew and slipped on a
condom before bringing her to one last and greater climax, in which he joined
her, pumping load after load of seed into the thin latex that stood as barrier
to fertilization.
     Adam rested, pleased to have taken a virgin for the third time in his
life, happy to have brought her to orgasm after orgasm, content to have added
another to the string of girls that he had bedded.
     Josie, by a paradox, was exhausted as a result of being filled, filled by
a man for the first time in her life.  He thought at first that she wanted to
sleep until the morning, over half a day away.  But when Adam suggested a
half-hour later that they shower together, she was eager for it, though it
would reduce the odor of him that she had come to find exciting.
     The sight of her pale-brown naked young body brought Adam half-erect
again, and the touch of her hands on his arms, let alone her kiss or her
full-body-contact hug, brought him all the way up.  The aches in her
newly-deflowered body made unsure at first if she wanted to do any more with
him today, but once he soaped her back and his hands slid down to her backside
and then forward from beneath, her mind began to overrule her body.
     Soon she lifted one leg to allow his fingers greater access to her
opening.  And very soon after her arms hung on his shoulders, her mouth hung
open, and her body trembled to what his hands did to her - until he began to
rub the head of his erection against her labia.  That touch crowded out all
other sensations.
     From there, it was not long until his hands lifted her body, once to
impale her on his bulging shaft and many times more to fill and spread her
inside, until her tunnel of love squeezed him in orgasm.  Then he withdrew and
she happily pumped him to make him spout hot liquid.
     They finally dressed and went to a restaurant, with more appetite than
they had expected at four in the afternoon.  There still would have been time
for a movie, but - things had changed.
     Back in his apartment, other appetites returned.  Adam's tongue entered
her mouth again, and the taste of that and the feel of his stroking hands left
her gasping in desire.  His lips found her hard little nipples once her blouse
was spread, and once her jeans slid off and his hands took down her panties
with frequent deep kisses. He tried something new on her.
     The something new was more deep kisses, but applied to the area that had
been within her panties.  Josie was hesitant at first but curious about the
oral attentions that Adam offered her.  Her doubts left with the arrival of her
first sensations from his tongue-tip.  Then she became eager, holding his head
in her hands and urging him on.  Although the clean fresh taste of her made
that superfluous for him.
     After a few minutes, he raised his head and shifted from a kneeling
position to a prone one, his head toward her feet.  This was a little easier on
him, but more important it placed his erection close to her face and offered
her the temptation to touch it, or hold it, or stroke it, or kiss it, or take
it in.
     And every one of those things, over the course of time, she did.  Though
the last was of short duration, for it cam only as Adam brought her to yet
another physical peak, and she did not trust herself to avoid biting him at
that time.
     But the contact of her lips and then her tongue meant a great deal to him.
 Her oral caress drove him to greater effort between her legs and therefore
shortened his own pleasure, but his only regret - but a strong one - was that
he could not see that perfect mouth stretched around his tube of meat.
     Adam brought her home almost an hour before her deadline, and after the
two shared a chaste good-night kiss, Josie's mother turned to her and said,
"You know, I had a lot of worries about that young man, but I have come to
think that he is good for you."
     Josie nodded, smiling happily inside.

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