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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 Two
"Be it ever such a hovel,” Dalia laughed as
she opened the door wide and motioned for Ryan
to precede her inside. "There's no place like
home."
Actually, small as the apartment was, it
was pretty nice. It could use some cleaning, but
then again so could Ryan's dorm room. When you
lived by yourself, it was sometimes too easy to let
things pile up.
"Can I get you something to drink," Dalia
asked as she tossed her sweater over the edge of
the couch. "Soda, juice, maybe a beer?"
"Soda would be fine," Ryan said as he
took a look at the uniform Michele had been
wearing beneath the sweater.
The waitress outfit was identical to the one
Beverly had been wearing: black with white trim.
In Beverly's case however, the uniform had looked
to be a size too small, her large breasts straining
against the material. The woman standing in front
of him had much smaller mounds, but the rich
brown cleavage visible beneath the darker material
was enough to make him blush when he realized
he was staring at it.
Dalia didn't seem to notice, or care if she
had, as she handled Ryan a glass of soda. She
took a sip of her own then picked up the phone.
The call was rather brief and she dropped the
receiver back on its cradle.
"The cab should be here in about twenty
minutes." she smiled, taking another sip of her
drink. "Might as well relax until it gets here."
Ryan had diverted his attention to the
rows of pictures that lined the apartment wall. He
assumed they were Dalia's family. There were a
series of photographs of a young man and women,
both of whom bore a striking resemblance to his
host. The girl gave him an idea of what the
waitress had looked like when she was younger.
Not that she wasn't still attractive, for a woman
her age that is.
"My rogues gallery." she explained,
moving next to Ryan. She stopped in front of a
large family portrait. "That's Jack, my oldest."
She pointed to the thirty-one year old on the far
right. "His wife Alexandra, and his daughters
Denise and Kathy. On the other end is my
daughter, Jennifer. That's Ken, her significant
other as they say, next to her."
Ryan looked hard at Dalia's oldest. There
was something familiar about him. He knew he'd
seen him somewhere before.
The mystery was solved a few moments
later when he spotted another picture of a younger
Jack at the end of the wall. In that photo he was
wearing the gold and red colors of Ryan's college.
"Your son is Rocket Collins?" Ryan asked
excitedly as recognition dawned.
"Well, he was called that once upon a
time," Dalia admitted with more than a touch of
pride. "But that was a very long time ago. I'm
surprised you even recognized him."
"Are you kidding? When I was ten years
old, my Dad took me to see him play. He was the
best quarterback ever to play at State. How
come he never turned pro?"
"A small leg injury his senior year."
Dalia’s eyes seeming to look into days past.
"Nothing major, but an injury that could very well
cause problems if he got hurt again. It was a risk
he decided not to take."
"That must've been hard for him."
"Not as hard as you might think. Football
was never more than a game to Jack. He had
other aspirations. The sports scholarship was just
a way to live those dreams.”
“I guess so.”
The teenager took a few moments to think
about what Dalia had said. Then, his eyes still on
the photo of the Football star, he said the most
unexpected thing.
“I’m not gay.”
“What?” Dalia said.
“What the guys said before about anyone
who wouldn’t go with them tonight,” he
explained. “I didn’t want them to think that I’d
never done it before.”
“Honey, there’s no crime in being a
virgin.” Dalia smiled. “We all start out that way.
And believe me, being part of a gang bang isn’t
the way you want to remember losing it.”
“I just wanted to be over it. I’m tired of
worrying about it.”
Dalia looked hard at Ryan. He was a
good-looking kid, no doubt about it. Normally a
nice young man like him should have no problem
finding some sweet thing to share his bed. What
he did seem to have was a serious self-confidence
problem.
“May I make a suggestion?” she asked.
Ryan shrugged in reply.
“If you just want to spend the night with a
woman,” she said, surprised at the words coming
out of her mouth. “Why not just stay here. Last
time I looked in the mirror, I still qualified.”
Ryan looked at her in disbelief, amazed at
what she had just said. Even more astonished was
Dalia herself. Two hours ago she was wondering
if she was the only woman at Mickey’s who
wasn’t fucking around. Now she was offering to
pop the cherry of an eighteen-year-old boy.
Her mind drifted back to the days when
Jack was a college freshman and her apartment
was sometimes filled with many of his friends.
More than a few times she had wondered what it
might be like to bed one of them. On a few of her
more lonely nights, she’d even fantasized what it
would be like with more than one of them.
That, of course, had been phantasm, the
sexual musings of a lonely woman. Since then,
there had been men in her bed if not her life. The
truth was that over the years most of her sexual
satisfaction came from a battery-powered lover.
“I don’t understand?” Ryan said, sure he
had heard her wrong.
“It’s really very simple,” Dalia said as she
stepped to within a foot of Ryan and gently
stroking the side of his face. “You want to fuck a
woman. I want a man inside of me. The solution
seems obvious. Unless of course you think I’m
too old?”
Dalia had chosen her words carefully,
especially her use of the work “fuck”. If she had
learned nothing else in her sexual experience, it
was that nothing turned on some men faster then a
woman who talked dirty. It was quickly evident
that Ryan fell into that category.
“Well?”
She took Ryan’s lack of response as a yes
and pressed her body against him, a manicured
hand coming to rest on the rising bulge in his
pants.
If there is one universal truth in the battle
of the sexes, it is that no man was going to say no
to a woman when she has his balls in her hand.
Ryan proved to be no exception.
“Maybe we should cancel that cab.” Dalia
mused before pressing her lips against his for a
brief moment.
As she dialed the telephone, Dalia
wondered if she had lost her mind. Maybe so, she
concluded, but she’d worry about it in the
morning.
“Well that takes care of that.” She hung
up the phone. “Now where were we?”
Ryan was speechless to say the least.
Dalia didn’t mind. Right now she was talking
enough for both of them. It was her way of
dealing with nervousness.
“Oh yes,” she smiled. “We were about to
get more comfortable.”
Returning to him, she turned around and
presented her back. His eyes focussed on the
band of brown flesh between the nape of her neck
and the top of her uniform.
“Would you mind undoing my zipper?” .
He was quick to comply, watching as the
rich warmth of her flesh became increasingly
exposed. The zipper stopped just above the curve
of her ass, giving a better view of the delight
beneath the dark material, a view now marred
only by the black strap of her bra.
“Could you undo that for me?”
His hands fumbling with the small clasp,
brought back memories of Dalia’s own teenhood
dates. She considered for a moment helping him,
then decided against it. If he took a little while to
get the hang of it, well she had all night.
Even without being able to see it, the tall
woman knew a smile now filled Ryan’s face as she
felt the tiny hook give way. Smaller hands took
hold of Ryan’s own and guided them around her.
Gently she slid them under the dark material of
her brassiere to come to rest against the lighter
mounds beneath it.
“Mmmm!” she purred as she felt him cup
her breasts.
Her nipples grew hard against his fingers,
a hardness matched by that pressing her ass as she
pulled him against her.
“Kiss me, Lover.” Dalia said, arching her
head over her shoulder, offering her lips to him.
Ryan followed her instructions, enjoying
the press, first of her mouth, then her tongue
within him. None of his dates had ever kissed him
so erotically.
They traded desires like long lost lovers as
the difference in years between them faded. All
that mattered was that Ryan was a man, and Dalia
was a woman.
Ryan continued to massage her breasts,
savoring the softness of her flesh and the stubby
hardness of her thick nipples. No longer
restrained, her bra fell to the floor. Her uniform
soon followed it, leaving her clad in only a pair of
black panties.
She took hold of Ryan’s right hand and
brought it down to the waistband of her panties.
Slipping under the elastic, it came to rest on her
already wet mound. The forty-nine year old could
feel the beat of his eighteen-year-old heart. That
and the rapid pulse of his breaths.
“Right there.” Dalia said as she took his
index finger and led it to her excited clitoris.
His touch was a little clumsy at first. Then
under her tutelage it became more effective.
“That’s it,” she gasped, enjoying a feeling
so long absent. “Just like that, just keep going
round and round.”
She closed her eyes and let herself drift
amidst the waves of pleasure spreading out from
her pussy. This was a gifted student, she quickly
decided. Dalia hoped he took to his next lesson
just as well.
Turning in his arms, Dalia kissed him once
again. A quick thank you for both the pleasure he
had given her, and the even greater ones to come.
With nimble fingers, the dark woman
undid the buttons of his shirt. His chest was soon
as bare as hers. With outstretched fingers, she ran
her hands across his pectorals, enjoying the feel of
his light blond hair as the strands brushed against
her skin.
She placed an index finger on each of his
nipples, playing with them until they became as
hard as her own. The sharpness of her nails was
soon replaced by the wetness of her tongue as she
bent down and took his left nipple into her mouth.
Dalia played with it for a minute, just
enough for Ryan to see how it should be done.
Then she repeated her performance on the other
one.
“Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” She
laughed as she undid his belt buckle and dropped
his pants to the floor.
Her mouth opened slightly in silent
admiration at the somewhat impressive package
still straining against his Fruit of the Looms. Shed
of the other layers of clothing, it was larger than
she’d first thought.
When she’d been much younger, Dalia
had sat around with her girlfriends and chatted
about guys, sex and the like. Their conversation
back then had been full of many falsehoods. The
one that always came back to her was that of cock
size and race. Most of the girl’s back then had
believed the myth that all black guys were hung
like horses. She had been no exception. That
particular fable had come to a shattering
disillusionment the first time she’d been intimate
with the future father of her children. Over time,
and with other partners, she’s had learned for this
as so many things, race was only one factor in that
department.
This came to mind as she pressed her hand
against Ryan’s cloth-covered cock and measured
it against the spread of her fingers. It was a
waste, she decided, that this boy hadn’t been laid
before. The idea that she would be the first to
partake of his endowment produced a rush
between her legs that no plastic toy could ever
equal.
Taking the elastic of his underpants in her
hands, she pulled them down with a forceful
motion. In response, Ryan’s erect cock sprang
upward, bouncing in the open air.
“Shit!” Dalia yelled mentally as his young
manhood came to rest inches from her face. It
had to be at least seven inches long!
Like the rest of his now naked form,
Ryan’s cock was framed by only the
scarcest of light blond hair. Long as it was, it was
also slimmer than what Dalia was used to -- not that
she was about to complain! If anything, its width
would make it fit easier into her mouth. Only as
an afterthought did she find that it strangely
colored. It was the first time in her life she’d ever
seen a white man naked.
That idea lasted but a brief second as
desire replaced contemplation. Moving her head
ever so slightly, she reached out with her tongue
and caressed the tip. Then she ran it up and down
the length. Finally, she shifted position again and
took him whole within her mouth.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
/~Ann_Douglas/
ASSTR Donation Page
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