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Merry Christmas! If you aren’t old enough to vote, please find
something more suitable for you to read. These works pop out of
my own head, so unless you’re one of the voices in there, this
work is mine, just ask if you are interested. Comments Grovelled
for.
******
Written with much love for my buddy Wiseguy. Love you! I’m
glad you enjoyed it!
********

She quietly closed the door. It took two readings of “The
Polar Express”, one “Night before Christmas” and “The Fourth
Wise Man” to get the two wiggle worms to fall asleep.
Threatening that Santa wouldn’t come until they were asleep
didn’t seem to do any good.

“Mark, They’re asleep.” She stage whispered down the hall. “I
need your help bringing down the rest of the gifts.” She heard
him bound up the carpeted stairs, his long legs taking them
three at a time. She walked down the hall ahead of him into
their bedroom, where Santa’s presents were waiting in their
closet.

“Here. You take these, I’ve got these. One more trip should do
it.” They quietly carried the beribboned booty back down the
stairs.
“I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus….” Rang low through the stereo
speakers as they placed the presents carefully around the tree.

“You filled the stockings?”

“Mmhmm. Did you remember that present we hid in the office
closet? What possessed you to buy such a large one?”

She smiled at him. “Oh, stop being such a bah humbug.” He
grinned back.

“One more job to do!” He said with a salacious look on his face.

“What’s that?”

“Well, Santa needs to eat his milk and cookies.”

“Oh, Really?” she asked as he sat down in his recliner. She
took the plate off the mantel and straddled his lap.

“Which one would you like first?” her eyes twinkled
mischievously.

“That one.” He pointed. He took a bite as she held it out for
him. “Oh, wow. These are awesome, Kit. You have got to make
these again next year.”

She giggled as he dropped crumbs all down his front.

“Such a sloppy Santa. Do you need some help?”

With a twinkle in his eye, he answered, “Of course, are you
going to clean me up, Mrs. Claus?”

“Kitty Claus. I like the ring of that.”

Mark nearly snarfed. “My Kitty does not have claws. Come here…”

Mark pulled her down in front of the fire they’d built in the
fireplace. Some show the kids watched said that the fire needed
to be there, or Santa wouldn’t come. Since it was on TV of
COURSE it had to be true, but the fire was welcome. Mark placed
the cookies on the hearth before leaning back and wrapping his
arm around Kit. He nuzzled her ear and murmured, “The kids are
asleep.”

“Why Santa.” She grinned as she leaned into his oncoming kiss.
Her fingers came up to his jaw, stroking the beard as his tongue
flickered against her cheek. She turned in his embrace, catching
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“It’s no big deal for you,” she answered. “All you have to do is pee.
I’m the one who has to sit under it and get wet. Do you think you can
do it?”

“If I have enough beer, I’m sure I can do it,” I answered. “I’m just
not sure I want to do it.”

“Well, have another beer and think about it,” said Cathie. I got another
beer and thought about it. In the meantime, Cathie grabbed the dish
towel and started drying the rest of the dishes. I stood in the corner
and stayed out of her way.

“If we did it, how do you think we should do it?” she asked.

“Hmm?” I said, too embarrassed to say anything.

“Should I have my clothes on or off?” she asked. “Should I lay down?
On my back or my front? Maybe I should kneel down in front of you,
like I’m going to suck your cock?”

“Whatever,” I said. We went into the living room and sat down on the
couch. Cathie clicked the TV on with the remote control and we found
ourselves watching the news. She curled up with her legs tucked under
her body, facing me from the other end of the couch. I sat sprawled out,
slouching, on the other end. I was wearing my blue elastic track pants
and a floppy gray sweatshirt.

After awhile, I became uncomfortable as Cathie stared at me. She was
looking at the stretched crotch of my track pants.

“Yes?” I asked, somewhat exasperated.

“Are you full yet?” she asked eagerly.

“No,” I said sullenly, although I could feel a slight heaviness in
my bladder.

She jumped up and headed for the kitchen. “I’ll get you another beer,” she
said, disappearing around the corner. A few seconds later she was back,
depositing two bottles in front of me on the coffee table. “Drink up,”
she encouraged me as she settled back on her side of the couch.

“Yeah,” I said, going for another bottle. “If I keep this up, I won’t
be able to do much tonight.” This was a somewhat forlorn announcement,
since I knew I didn’t have much choice in any matter that night.

She was tucked up on her end of the couch again. “All you have to do is
pee,” she said. “It’s not like I’m expecting marathon sex or anything.”

“Sooner or later,” I agreed.

I was finishing the sixth beer when the news ended.

“Don’t you have to go yet?” Cathie sounded frustrated.

Although I did have to go, I said, “No.”

“Wow,” she said, a smile dancing around the very edges of her full
lips. Her brown eyes twinkled. “I never noticed your capacity before.
It’s amazing.”

“Practice,” I bragged, my eye teeth floating.

“Not even a dribble?” she asked, smiling at me.

“No,” I was gritting my teeth.

“I’ll get you a beer,” she volunteered, jumping up and running into the
kitchen before I could object. I looked at the ceiling and thought that
eventually I’d have to give in. Still, I was determined to hold out as
long as possible.

She came back with three beers, two for me and one for her. We watched
a half hour sitcom and I made a point of not laughing at anything.
In spite of myself, I gobbled down the seventh and eighth beers.

“So what are you going to do?” Cathie asked finally, perched like a
vulture on the other end of the couch. “Are you going to pee on yourself?”
…End of the part2. To be continued..

(I knew I was going to get in trouble, Lori. My pussy is
practically dripping with excitement. I’ve taken my shirt off to
sit on so I don’t stain the chair. The vibrations are up on my
Butterfly, and I’m back to typing one-handed. My breasts and
nipples wanted too much attention. I’m afraid I may have to take
that orgasm break before long. This letter might take forever!)

Our little brother was two years younger than I. (I guess he
still is, isn’t he?) His cock had been a fixation for me ever
since I was twelve. I didn’t know why. I just knew I was
constantly curious about it. When we were wrestling, I could
sometimes feel it–and sometimes feel it hard. I was forever
trying to catch him in the act of dressing or undressing so I
could see it. And I was always trying to spy on him when he was
in the bathroom. But he was always so private that I couldn’t see
it–which, of course, made me want to see it all the more!
As I began to develop, I began teasing him to see if I could
make it hard. I’d sit so he could see my panties or stand in
front of the light so he could almost see through my nightie.
Sometimes I’d leave my door open when I changed clothes, then act
surprised and mad when he saw me partially naked. Or I’d leave
the bathroom door cracked when I took a shower in case he wanted
to peek.
It was exciting to watch his reactions. Part of the thrill was
testing out my powers as a young woman. It seems he had a hard-on
all the time, and I knew I frequently caused it. Sometimes I’d
stand outside his bedroom door and listen to him jerk-off. Of
course, I didn’t know what he was doing, but it was something he
wasn’t suppose to do. And that made it more exciting.
(That’s it. I can’t take this any longer. Time for a break!)
(Well, it’s another day. One orgasm wasn’t enough yesterday.
And after the second, I was too wiped out to continue. Today I
thought I’d try one of my soft dildos while I type. There’s no
vibration, but I like the fullness. This is fun, getting naughty
with you, Lori.)
Well, back to the story. After about six months of playing
around with each other, Kathy and I decided to get Scott. By then
she’d touched her boyfriend’s cock when they’d made out, and
she’d told me all about it. I’d told her about Scott, too, so
we’d both been teasing him. And she told me what he was doing in
his room. One night Mom and Dad were gone, so we put our plan
into action. We really teased him that night while we watched TV.
We wrestled with him in our nighties so he could “accidentally”
touch us, and we really sat “sloppily.” Then, when he went to
bed, we waited outside his door until we heard the bedsprings
squeaking.
At that, we rushed in and turned on the light. Sure enough, he
was laying on his back, his hand wrapped around his little
pecker. You should have seen his face, Lori! At first he was
really mad at us, but Kathy got him calmed down and told him we’d
take all our clothes off for him if he’d show us what he was
doing. I was so hot from just seeing his cock that all I could do
was stand there and shake. God, it was so exciting! After we
watched him pump himself for awhile, Kathy said she’d let him
touch her breasts if she could touch his prick. I could take that
for only so long before I had to get into the act. Kathy showed
me how to jerk him off, and I made him shoot all over the place.
Now that I really loved! And at that age, of course, they never
get soft, so we kept playing until we heard Mom and Dad drive in.
As long as we lived at home, the three of us had each other
for love, comfort and fun. Eventually we taught Scott how to play
with us and eat us, and we learned to suck him off. That’s where
we drew the line, but we had hours and hours of loving fun. I
like to think Kathy and I taught Scott how to be a superior
lover, but I suppose I’ll never know. Once each of us left home,
the subject never came up again.

The only feelings I’ve ever had about all of that are Good and
Wonderful. I’ve read where incest is suppose to make people feel
dirty and become anti-social. It’s hard for me to relate to that
because I did well in school, was popular and never felt dirty at
all. No one will ever convince me that what we did was wrong– it
was too good to be bad. It brought us closer together, and
there’s always been lots of love. Although we agreed to stop at
oral sex, I’ll admit I wanted Scott in me very badly. I wanted
him to take my virginity; I still think it would have been better
and more loving if he had. But I’ll admit I don’t think about the
social issues anymore. I’ve spent half my life worrying about my
sexuality and the other half saying, “Who cares?”
What I do in my bedroom is my business. I know I don’t fit any
of the “This Is A Woman” molds. By any standard I’ve ever seen,
I’m definitely over-sexed. I have strong exhibitionist
tendencies, which fits the mold. But I’m also very visually
oriented, and have a strong voyeuristic streak, as well. That
doesn’t fit the mold. Sexual guilt is almost foreign to me, and
I’m more drawn to adventure than security in sexual matters.
So I don’t know where I fit in, but I don’t worry about it too
much. I know that other than the emptiness and loneliness of life
without a woman since I’ve been married, I’ve had a much richer,
fuller and happier sex life than most women ever will.

That first incident with Scott began my life-long obsession
with cocks. I’m an inveterate crotch watcher, wondering what’s
behind the zipper, what it looks like, how it feels and things
like that. Each size and shape has it’s own special attraction,
but I love them all. I love the way they look, the way they feel
in me, on me and in my hand and mouth. I love their taste and
their texture. And I love their warm cum in my mouth or on my
face and breasts. One of my favorite fantasies is to be naked on
my knees, surrounded by 5 or 6 naked sixteen or seventeen year-
old boys. I could go around the circle, giving each a nice, long
suck; then lie back and watch them jerk off until they splash hot
cream all over my body. I know my chance of ever having that
happen is gone, but oh, do I love the fantasy!
As bitter as I sometimes get with my husband’s closed-
mindedness about bisexuality, I’m grateful for his understanding
of my love of cocks. Every once in awhile he arranges a 3-some
with another man. Have you ever done that, Lori? Those are such
wonderful times for me. The “discovery” of a new cock. Two cocks
to play with. And the devoted attentions of two men. I always
feel so female and so special. And I love my husband all the more
for it.
Well, another book and still not enough questions asked of
you. I can’t believe how good it feels to be able to talk like
this with someone. Maybe now that I’ve blurted all of this out we
can move on to a better correspondence.
Write soon, Lori.

Horny for you,
Carla

Dryad
******************************************************************************

“Oh, God, I’m horny!” she thought to herself. She began looking through the chat room for
fresh meat. This one was too far away, this one wanted a submissive…She started humming an
old song, “Where have all the good men gone…” she giggled to herself. She teased this one,
cajoled that one, was frankly a little cyber cock tease, hoping to entice someone within her
range.

She knew what she wanted. A hunger this deep was not going to be quenched with a single man,
no matter how incredible he was. She felt herself crawling her mental walls, shrieking in
need. “For all the supposedly horny men in here, you’d think I could find a few that wanted
a good time!” She felt herself getting even wetter, and knew she’d have to clean her chair
once more after she got offline. She squirmed, finding a few friends interested, but timing
just wasn’t there. She moaned audibly, looking for some sort of relief beyond her humming toy.

“Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married? What do you like?”
She felt like she was interviewing for a position; then she smirked to herself, in reality
she was, her ass, her mouth or her pussy.

She got quite a gang going, even others looking for her, wanting a full report of the
activities in repayment. She made dates with a few, setting up one for that evening that
might lead to something more group oriented another night. With time and a public meeting
place, (She was horny not stupid) she got offline.

She squirmed. After all, she didn’t know these men. She wanted to dress sexy, accessible,
but not so sexy or accessible as to invite danger if the man wasn’t all he was cracked up
to be. She wore a just above the knee miniskirt, one she often wore to work. No nylons,
they’d get in the way, and she hadn’t worn underwear unless necessary for a number of
years now. She wore a soft sweater, one that would tease her skin, and possibly their
hands. No makeup, so perfume, so careful to think of their positions, as some were married,
and who wanted to get snagged on a simple thing like a perfume? She pulled her long coat
over her outfit, fluffed her long hair, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.

The first meeting. They were to meet at a local college. She was there a few minutes
early, between anticipation and location; it was much closer to her. She sat outside,
waiting to see who came up to her. Students milled around her, some catching rides
from friends and parents. She looked at the time, realizing he was late. If it was one
thing she couldn’t stand, it was someone who was late. But, to be fair, perhaps he had
a problem finding it, or traffic, or parking. So she waited.

A half hour after the designated time, she got up and drove the short distance home.
His loss. While she was still violently horny, and getting hornier by the second, she had
to laugh at her new lesson…some men were all talk, and couldn’t follow up.

“God, I need something…and its not getting any better!” She gets back online, and starts
over, picking up where she leaves off. One who had spoken of meeting, but had been too
late, catching her after the other. Nothing really stood out about him; he was another
in a sea of human sexuality. But he was close, really close. Her mind went offline, and
her libido took over, asking him to meet her at a McDonalds.

She shivered in anticipation, unable to keep her fingers out of her pussy on the way there.
It felt so decadent, so crazy to meet a total stranger for sex. She pulled up, looking for
a blue foreign car. She was a few minutes early, but he was closer to the place than she was.
She saw one, but saw two men in it. It wasn’t exactly the model she’d been told, but she’d
never been good at cars. Perhaps seeing how she was playing online had made him bring a
friend. She saw them look at her, and wondered why they didn’t come over. They looked
uncouth, scraggly. She shuddered for a moment, wondering what she’d gotten into. When
they didn’t come over, she got out of her car, and walked up to theirs.

“Are you here to meet someone?”

“Yes, we are.” The one in the driver seat replied.

“Do you mind if I ask who?” she was still hoping.

“Oh, just his brother.” He jerked a finger at his passenger and he smiled with his tobacco
stained teeth. “You have a blind date?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?” she smiled, being polite, too relieved to mind anymore.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Linda gasps, “Oh my, I’ve never seen an erect penis.”

Linda’s dress falls falls to the floor. I unhook her bra
and let her 38D tits fall out. They are incredible. Large
cream colored mounds, topped with pink areola and nipples.
I remove her panties and discover that she is a natural
blond.
Tina understands the nature of the tutoring session. She
takes hold of my throbbing cock and begins to lick it. She
gently licks the tip of my cock, working her tongue down the
shaft and back up. She spends a few minutes licking the
underside of it which is very sensitive.

Linda looks down at Tina with a puzzled expression on her face.
“I didn’t know you could do that!” she says.

I explain that oral sex is very pleasurable no matter how you do
it. I lay Linda down and part her legs. I move my head
between her legs, looking at her inviting, virgin pussy.
I run my tongue along her inner thighs. She gasps at the
first touch of a tongue on her flesh. I move my tongue up
to her large cunt lips and gently stroke my tongue along the
length of each one.

She gasps again and pussy juice leaks from between her lips.
Tina has taken my cock into her mouth and is moving up and
down on it. She is incredible, able to swallow my whole
penis. When the tip rubs against the back of her throat it
sends tremors through my cock and body. Tina rolls me over
on my back. She climbs on top of me, takes hold of my cock
and guides it into the opening of her sweet cunt. Then she
lowers herself down onto my shaft and begins to move up and
down.

I position Linda so that I can eat her pussy. I gently open
her large lips to reveal the pink flesh of her inner lips.
There is a small pink bulge where her clitoris is covered by
its hood. I reach out with my tongue and lick her lips,
spending time on her hooded clitoris. While I’m eating her
pussy, I reach up to fondle her gigantic tits. They feel so
soft and firm. The nipples have become hard now, standing
out from her mounds. I push my tongue between her lips,
toward the opening of her cunt. The sensations are
overwhelming. Tina pumping up and down on my cock while I
eat lovely Linda’s pussy.

A word about Tina. Her cunt is wet, red hot, and tight. It
almost strangles my cock. The sensation of moving in and
out of her pussy drives me wild. I turn Linda around so
that she can watch what Tina is doing to me. Linda gasps,
and more pussy juice flows out of her wet cunt. Tina
continues to pump up and down on my cock. I stick my tongue
deeper and deeper into Linda’s hot pussy, running up against
her cherry. I lick her cherry and gently try and push my
tongue into it’s opening to widen it for later. Linda gasps
again, and I receive another face full of pussy juice. My
cock is straining. I want to come inside Tina. The juice
starts to squirt from the end of my dick. I can hold back
no longer. Spasm after spasm flows through my cock. The
juice leaks out of Tina’s pussy. Tina reaches down and
sticks her fingers in the cum. She brings the fingers up to
her mouth and licks them. She gathers up more cum on her
fingers and holds them over to Linda so she can lick the
juice off. Linda hungrily licks the cum off Tina’s hand.
Even though I just came, the sight of these two delicious
females makes my cock immediatley come back to life. I roll
Linda over on her back. I move between her legs, my hot
cock in my hand. I position my penis at the opening of her
cherry pussy. I press gently until it runs up against her
hymen. I stop there, wrap my arms around her, give her a
big hug, while kissing her passionatly. With one quick
thrust I push past her cherry. I lie on top of her
motionless, my cock burried up to the hilt in her tight,
wet, and warm cunt. I start to stroke in and out slowly.
Very slowly at first, then faster and faster. Linda learns
this lesson fast, as she begins to hump back against me.
Tina moves so that her pussy is in Linda’s and my face. We
both reach out with our tongues and lick Tina’s pussy. We
taste the combination of my cum and Tina’s pussy juice.
Tina must like what we are doing because she pushes herself
against us harder. I’m pumping as fast and as hard as I can
inside of Linda. She continues to moan and eat Tina’s
pussy. The screwing inside Linda seems to continue forever.
It’s amazing how much longer it takes to cum the second
time. All the more pleasure. I feel the orgasm building in
my cock. Linda and Tina are both moaning and screaming. My
second orgasm erupts, overflowing beautiful Linda’s cunt. I
am spent. The three of lie on my office floor holding
each other for a while. I tell the girls that if they
continue to perform at this level, they will both get an “A”
for the course. How about that and “A” for a “F___.” I
also tell Linda to stop frustrating her boyfriend. We get
dressed and I tell the girls I’ll see them the day after
tomorrow for their next anatomy lesson.

I hear a knock on my office door. As I open the door I am
greeted by the sight of two sensuous students, Tina and
Linda. Tina is a brunette with large, dark, inviting eyes.
She has a slender figure, with small, firm breasts, a tiny
waist, and a nicely rounded ass. Linda is a voluptuous
blond. She has a beautiful face, framed by long blond hair.
Her figure flows from her abundant mammaries, to a slender
waist and then expands into her full, round ass. Both these
freshman nursing students really fill out their student
nurse uniforms. They both are freshman nursing students in
my anatomy class. Unfortunately, neither of them are doing
well in the class. I do welcome their presence in lecture,
because they wear short skirts to class. Since the lectures
are given in a large ampitheater and these two do not keep
their legs together, I have a very nice view of their crotch
all during class. I often have thought about screwing these
two, but no opportunity has presented itself. That is until
now.

“Hello Tina and Linda, What can I do for you?”

“Professor, we know that we are failing anatomy. We want to
know if there is anything we can do to improve our grade in
your course. Perhaps you could give us some special
tutoring.”

“Well Tina, I think that special tutoring sessions can be
arranged. After all, its still early in the semester
so you both still have time to raise your grade. Both
of you come into my office and sit down.”

As I begin my tutoring session, I explain to the girls that
they must come in twice a week for the remainder of the
semester to pass the course. They quickly agree. I ask
them some questions to break the ice:

“Tell me girls, how old are you?”

Tina replies “I’m 18.”

“Me too.” adds Linda

“Have either of you spent much time away from home before
coming to college?”

“No” and “No” are their replies.

“I realize that it is difficult being away from home for the
first time. Tell me, are you comfortable discussing the
human body?”

“What do you mean?” asks Linda

“Are you embarrassed by talking about the human body?”

“No”

“Are you embarrassed by looking at the human body?”

“Sometimes.” answers Linda

“Never” replies Tina.

“Are you comfortable with your own bodies?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” answers Linda.

“Linda, have you looked at your own body in the mirror?”

“Well, yes, everybody does that.”

“How about you Tina?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

It was then that the captain, for he couldn’t have been
anything else, came off the forecastle deck. Her breath stuck
in her throat. Pure male perfection in a uniform that left
nothing to the imagination. She gulped. He caught her gaze and
gave a sheepish grin.

“Hi there! You must be Mrs. Aubrey, the lone parent brave enough!”

She nodded in answer.

“Garish, isn’t it? And I’m Evan.” he flashed a winsome smile.

“I don’t know. I imagine you get hit on a lot because of it,”
she replied, shaking his hand. “Please call me Ann. ‘Mrs.
Aubrey’ makes me sound like my mother-in-law.”

Her own buccaneers were chasing each other around the deck
soaking everything in their path with the Supersoaker 3000’s
they carried. She couldn’t follow what it was they were playing,
but there were plenty of kids getting soaked.

“Seems like a nice set-up,” she said changing the subject.

“It is, during the tourist season, and during the Conch
Republic Independence celebrations.” He replied, leaning against
the ships’ rail. “Let me guess, the husband is fishing.”

She blushed. “You must see us fisherman’s widows a lot.”

He grinned. “Why do you think we have the costumes? Drums up
business.” He chuckled. She would’ve nudged him but stopped
herself; she didn’t know him well enough to be that familiar.
She settled for replying, “That’s terrible!” but grinning with
him through it. She looked out over the deck as the boys chased
each other with their water guns.

She heard the blast of water before she felt it. Her nipples
reacted quickly to the cold water, pushing out against the wet
cloth, as though they hoped to escape into the warmer air. The
cloth itself became nearly transparent so that even her areolas
were visible.

“BOYS!” She yelled. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms in front
of her chest, berating the boys for not being more careful. She
blushed dreadfully; she was talking with one of the sexiest men
she’d seen in a while, and here she was acting like a gauche
schoolgirl.

“Shit.” She muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to
hear.

“Hey, this happens all the time. Come with me to the Captain’s
quarters. We have some extra uniforms there.” He waggled his
eyebrows. She gave it serious consideration. She knew he was
flirting with her, but then, he himself had mentioned the myriad
fisherman’s widows they had. It could be just as much an act as
the rest. But hell, she was giving everyone a show now…she
needed to get something over her. She followed him across the
deck, circumspectly sighing over the perfection of his ass.

He led her beneath the forecastle deck into a shadowy room. It
was furnished just as you would expect a pirate captain’s
quarters to be furnished; a large wooden desk, old maps, swords
and muskets hung on the walls. When she looked about, he noticed
and explained.

“Sometimes we have to hold our festivities below decks, like
when we hit a rain shower; so we use this room. She nodded as he
pulled an extra poet’s shirt out of a chest then continued to
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Dear Diary, 11/5/88
Today I went to work. Chris was 1/2 hour late. Linc had left early (about 8:30) because he had to go to the Home Product Show. During first break, I kept bothering him; he told me to cut the shit. I kept going though. Why was I doing that? I was thinking maybe It was something like I can’t have him love me, I would want him to hate me? (Thin line between love and hate?) I don’t know. I kept myself extremely busy at Players the whole time. I got paint all over myself. Daniel was there till 5 Valerie, Michele, Eric, Carson, Linda and Jill left before the rest of us.

Dear Diary, 11/6/88
Today we cut up the deer Dad got. I had told Sandra and Maggie was there. Maggie’s chin dropped to her chest. It was so funny! I now have 18 1/2 hours in on the players (you need 200 to get a letter) Daniel gave me a ride home. We all, (Tabitha was there too!) started hitting eachother-Daniel hit me in the eye because he couldn’t see where he was hitting. We had a partial run through of Adam and Eve- during the blackout Sandra and I moved their new home on stage and put it nearly in the right spot; in the dark. I was proud of myself…don’t know why really…we have to know that anyway. I think rehearsal is until 9:30 tomorrow. Players paid for my dinner (also the people who came early) This is great therapy- I don’t have time to get mopey. I guess I ought to go to bed. Night!

Dear Diary, 11/7/88

Worked on show all afternoon. Deirdre took me home, Mr. Lion wanted to get up to Passionella’s change scene- we only got up to the first part of Lady or the Tiger. I honestly don’t think we’ll be done in time. Its late. Sandra and I were dropped off by Mr. Lion at Mama’s . We ordered pizza and brought it back (we walked) I’ve gotta get to bed. Night!

Dear Diary, 11/8/88

It’s 11:18 at night. We had the total run through of the play. There is a ghost in the Auditorium. We named it Sarah. Katherine’s been really edgy, but then so has everybody. I hope (as probably everyone else does) that opening night will be a success. It seemed to go fairly smoothly.

Dear Diary, 11/9/88
Opening night was a success! We only had maybe 2 mishaps. Linda forgot a few lines to her song- but it still sounded beautiful and the wheel on Adam and Eve’s hut broke, so we had to put a new one in. Sarah showed herself. There was a glowing in the back room and the work lights went on mysteriously twice. We accounted for one where Amanda flicked the switch on and off. Nicki had a sore throat but she still sounded beautiful. One of the candles fell out of the candlestick and off the platform. Afterward, everyone was hugging everyone. Daniel hugged 4 of us at once! (this is one growing boy!)
I’m starting to mend but I had a setback when I saw that boy again. Dierdre gave me a ride home. Night!

Dear Diary, 11/10/88
The play went great! In Adam and Eve Adam’s first hut fell over. Daniel said, “It’s all your fault Eve!” and they improvised until they got it back up. Nick had gone to the mall. There was a parrot in the pet store. When people said, “hi” it said hi; when people said “John” it said “John”. Well, Nicki thought she’d be smart and say, “Nicki’s God”. And the parrot LAUGHED! The whole entire store laughed.

I’m working 8-4 tomorrow, so I’ve got to get to sleep.

Dear Diary, 11/11/88
Nothing much today. I went to work and we did geraniums, new guinea impatiens and fuscia oh, and vinca. It was Linc, Chris, Sasha, me and mom. Got home and went to eat at Dragon City. Its 7:00 now. I’m gonna get ready for bed.

Dear Diary, 11/12/88

I worked at the store today, 9-1. I got home, ate, sat and moped. I am feeling extremely sorry for myself. I miss Chris (as a boyfriend) The play went beautifully, near success. Daniel’s mom drove me home because everyone else went to Friendly’s. Last night I had the strangest dream. I had a dream that I was going out with Eric Brando and that we were rolling all over the ground, fucking like mad. If his lips are as good in real life…
My subconscious has a filthy mind.

Dear Diary, 11/13/88
I slept until 8, which is late for me. I putzed around, did 2 loads of wash (still have 2 left). Lianne and I are going to do the seminar for the Newspaper tomorrow. It ought to be fun. I am feeling worse and worse. When I was working on the play, I was kept busy enough. I always seem about to cry.
I have a dull ache in my chest where my heart used to be. But now, my heart has shattered causing my breath to be short and a constant lump in my throat.
I am in a constant state of melancholy though no one even sees it. I would honestly be a fantastic actress.

Dear Diary, 11/14/88
I went to the journalism workshop which was interesting and I got letters from my pen pals—on the same day. I am tired so that’s all I’ll say except that I’m getting a 62 in French.

Dear Diary, 11/16/88
Nothing much goin on. I am sending a poem to YM to see if I can get it published. Daniel lost his voice. We are hoping that he will get it back. (oh, well) I sent the letter to Australia the next day.

Dear Diary, 11/17/88
Nothing much. It was a ½ day so I went ot work. Got my report card. English-78, foreign policy-85, Algebra- 71, French- 62, CPR- 88, Gym- 88 Chemistry- 83. Test on Moby Dick tomorrow. UGH.

Dear Diary, 11/18/88
I am in the pits of mortal despair. (Dryad note: obviously stolen from “Anne of Green Gables”.) I hurt so badly, If only I could cry and let it all out, but instead I have this horrid ache inside. It is so hard to be on the verge of tears all the time and never being able to cry. Putting on a brave face so no one (and honestly no one does) knows how badly I’ve been hurt. Its something like putting a bandaid over a chopped off arm.
Why? I care for him surely, but do I (honestly now do I love him? My symptoms are pointing to that, but its too late for me to do anything now.
On to cheerier matters. The play went great. Daniel had his voice (praise the lord). Daniel is having the cast party tomorrow night. I had better get to bed now.

Dear Diary, 11/20/88
Being so early in the morning (1:30am) and so much to tell, I’ll finish in the morning. All I’ll say now is that I went to the cast party, the play was the best yet, and work was okay. Finish later.

I never finished last night. Mom got mad at me this morning for asking if she was going to the play. Chris cheered me up (not just the sight—verbal wise!) Mom and dad took me to school. Closing night was our best night. Daniel made a joke about Quayle as president in Adam and Eve. The party was fun. We watched a video tape of the show. Lizzie’s mom took me home. I didn’t do much today.

Dear Diary, 11/23/88
Sorry so late in writing. Nothing much is going on. We’ve been taking down set, sophomore class is selling cookies, I got an A+ on my French composition and a 91 on my oral report in English and an 80 on my chemistry test. In volleyball, I dove for the ball and got a floor burn. (feels nasty too) (Dryad note: still have the scar too!) Well tomorrow is thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? My family of course, friends? I put a question mark there because I have no real friends anymore. I used to be able to tell Lianne anything but now it’s hard. I have plenty of friends though between classes and Players. Well, I’ve got too many to count.
Mr. Cloog liked the changes I made in my poem. In a way, I hope YM doesn’t print it, because It’s so much better now. I’m still extremely sad all the time, but I’m getting better–I can forget about it for a second now and then. After my oral report, Josh started clapping and everyone followed. I think I’m healing because I’ve been thinking about Josh. We have so much in common. Just a thought of course, and like I said, no more unless someone says something to me. I refuse to ask a male out again. Forever! I hate (!) feeling this way. Ah well, C’est la vie! Not only that, Josh is cute (though tall).

Dear Diary, 11/24/88
Thanksgiving is over. Tomorrow I work 8-4. I’m still tired. Last night I asked mom to cut my hair. Its shoulder length now. Its nearly all even except for my bangs and a small part where my hair used to be feathered. It looks nice, but I want my long hair back! Mom cut about 5 inches off –OUCH! I have a headache for some reason, so I’m going.

Dear Diary, 11/25/88
Today I went to work. A while ago I said I had bothered Chris and said it might be “thin line between love and hate” I figured it out. I did the same thing today. I wanted to inflict pain onto him, he had inflicted onto me. And it hurt to realize this. We had a long talk about things after that. I think I have finally come to terms with it. He told me it was all psychological. I told him he wouldn’t say that if he felt like I felt. I hate that saying “its better to have loved and lost…” I’m going to feel worse if I write anymore on that so I’m going to bed.

Dear Diary, 11/26/88
Worked today. I was in a fairly good mood. Chris and Linc read my poem. Linc didn’t say anything and Chris said it was nice. My face is itchy again. We went to my aunt and uncles house right after work. The first Star Trek of the new season was great. Deana Troi had a baby that grew rapidly. Wesley’s mom left and he was supposed to but he is staying. (Thank god!) Anyway, I’m going to bed.

Dear Diary, 11/27/88
Have I really changed a whole lot? I figure as long as I’m not happy with myself, I’ll keep changing! I did my wash and a little homework. That’s really all.

Dear Diary, 11/28/88
I am feeling very poetic this evening. If my name were Elizabeth, my mood would certainly be that. Most of the day today I was a Liz; the majority of the time I’m a Beth though. I just wrote “If you keep a smile in your heart and a laugh on your lips you shall always be happy” On October 24th I asked, “how long does it take for a broken heart to heal?” I think I can answer that as being now. Approximately a month. I am ready to live again! Watch out world, here I come!
Would you believe-
I talked with Lianne today. This is a list of who she likes (in order of course):
1)Peter 2) Sean 3) someone I don’t know 4) Josh 5) Seth 6) Karl and 7)Jeff.
This is my list:
1)Chris (still) 2) Josh 3) Seth 4,5,6 (in no particular order—because I’m only mildly interested) Daniel, Eric and Chad,

Players is doing (the believe) 12 Angry People (actually men, but well, obviously) [Dryad note: perhaps your drama dept was unlike mine, but we were very male challenged…and female heavy] I am going to try out for it. That’s all for tonight, G’night!

Dear Diary, 11/29/88
Nothing much today. I have a French test, a vocab test, anything else (?) tomorrow. Joy, Joy.
I had a dream last night about Josh. We were lying side by side on the grass, and he asked “What would you say if I said we were the perfect couple?” very softly and (both of us being on our sides) leaned over and kissed me. I answered back, “ I’d die of happiness.” And we began kissing again. Then we were up in my room, and we were going downstairs. We were holding hands. Mom, Dad, Uncle Chris, and Grandma were in the kitchen. We had gone out the back door, and he put his arm around me. Then the scene changed and we were under a tree house and he said, “you’re plan came out well.” And a bunch of other things I can’t remember. We had a short argument and we kissed. Then Sean or Matthew (I can’t remember which) popped out a window and were like, “ooooh, look at you two kiss” type thing. It was a nice dream. Oh, Well! At least I can kiss (I mean, know how for sure.) That’s really all.

Dear Diary, 12/4/88
I forgot to mention on 11/23 that I got my hair cut. I was extremely depressed Saturday morning, but Chris cheered me up. He really is a great friend. He’s the one person I can talk to- not even how I talk with Lianne. I tell him nearly everything. My shopping is done except I made a mistake on Uncle Chris’s present (I got him a Christmas tape, and he doesn’t really care for the artist) So, I’ll return it and get another one.
I got dad a black leather wallet; mom a CD; Grandma a PenDelfin named Jingles; Ron some blank tapes; Sabrina a pair of silver heart earrings; Aunt Ellen and Uncle Leo a meat and cheese set; Sasha a sweater; and got the rest of my girlfriends earrings. Whew! I spent well over $100, which for me is an awful lot. I might get Chris a present and I might get Bea one too. U have 3 small jars of herbs which I’m thinking of giving her. I have to start my term paper for Foreign Policy- I haven’t even started, (oh, shit!) it’s due something like January 7th. I’m doing better in French class except for the asses, such as Melanie and Roberta. We had a sub in class on Friday, and she asked the class who hadn’t had a turn reading the dialogue. And Roberta says, “Marie hasn’t!” It wasn’t so much her words, but the venom just oozed from her lips like it poisoned her just to say my French name. Ah well! Life is full of undesirable people. The photo for the newspaper for the yearbook, for instance. Linda went up to Julie and told her Tasha and her were Co-Editors. I go to tell her, 1) she spelled my name wrong, and 2) that I’m assistant editor. Linda says, “oh, that isn’t necessary.” As if it isn’t enough she already took editor, but won’t even let me have that scrape of recognition? After writing all the wrong things of that day, no wonder I was depressed! Just thinking gets me feeling down again. I’ve cleaned my room. So that’s all.
P.S. I started my period—again! (Already, I should say)

Work in Progress

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

The eighteen-year-old blond single mother to be was the next to be seen. Brenda had been seeing him once every few weeks ever since her third month. Doctor Joseph Robert’s, who was a handsome man in his mid thirties and had a gentle touch. She recalled her previous visits as her panties dampened. She crossed her legs tightly to curb the feelings stirring within her.

“When will he be finished?” she thought to herself.

After what seemed like an eternity, the thirty three year old doctor finally walked out of his exam room with an attractive young Hispanic woman who was also in her eighth month. The woman appeared breathless and wide-eyed. Doctor Robert’s motioned for Brenda and escorted her into his exam room. He promptly closed and locked the door behind them.
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“You know the woman that just left?” Doctor Roberts asked.

Brenda nodded her head wondering if the doctor was referring to how flushed the woman’s face was.

“This is her third child with me. She likes it when I relax her before the exam.” He told Brenda as she began undressing for the exam.

Brenda slipped off her blouse and folded it on the chair next to the exam table. Smiling at the doctor, she unclasped her maternity bra, allowing her milk filled breasts with their darker then normal nipples to fall free. She unzipped her skirt and placed it on top of her blouse. Then her thumbs tugged at the waistband of her panties and slipped them down and off her legs.

“So, how do you relax them” Brenda coyly asked.

“Oh, most with a calm voice, other’s a gentle touch. Some get fingered. A few like her need to be opened up with something long and warm.” He smiled.

“Wow. I like that idea doctor. I’ve been waiting to see you so much for the past couple of weeks.” Brenda complained as she lay on the exam table.

“This is normal when you are pregnant. During this time the increased hormones heighten the desire within your body, especially around the nipples and vagina. It’s common for a woman to masturbate three or four times a day during her pregnancy.”

“Doctor how safe is intercourse during pregnancy?” Brenda cautiously asked.

“That depends on the woman. Some need to stop intercourse after the first trimester while others can have intercourse well into the last. In some cases intercourse is strongly encouraged when a pregnancy is late.” Doctor Robbers looked down at Brenda’s chart.

“You have no anomalies Brenda. So there is nothing preventing you from having intercourse in the last trimester.

Brenda beamed as she watched the doctor warm his stethoscope in the palm of his hand. He then slipped it against her chest, listening intently to her heart. Brenda instinctively breathed in and out. This caused her breasts to balloon up and down with each breath. The doctor listened for any abnormalities as he moved the stethoscope around.

“Ok everything seems normal there.” He added, placing the stethoscope on the table beside him.

“Have you been rubbing yourself with baby oil everyday Brenda? This prevents stretch marks and keeps your skin nice a smooth.” He asked as he picked up bottle of baby oil from the table.

“Yes doctor.” Brenda lay there quietly while Doctor Robert’s squirted generous amounts of oil into her belly button, and then with a gentle touch began rubbing it all over her paunch belly.

“ How’s that?” He asked softly.

“It actually feels very nice, you have soft hands.”

“Have you been vigorously massaging your nipples like I showed you? This is so you can nurse without pain when your baby comes.” The doctor asked as his fingers twisted and pulled on the erect nipples.

“Yes doctor I have.” Brenda answered with a grin.

“Better your fingers toughen up your nipples then your baby’s hungry mouth Brenda.”

“Hhhhhmmmmm” Brenda moaned as the nipple discharged milk droplets from his manipulations. The doctor then cupped her breast fully in his hand and squeezed it from underneath. This caused a stream of milk to squirt from her breast staining the doctor’s white exam coat.

“Ohhhhh! Doctor! Please suck on them now. You have to. I need it so badly,” Brenda cooed as she offered the doctor her leaking nipple.

“Hmm…Ohhhh” Brenda felt the doctor’s tongue swirling around her leaking nipple. He was rewarded with a warm jet stream of sweet breast milk. He suckled her for some time until finally draining her left breast.

“Ohhhhh Christ yessss suck like that. That feels so good.” Brenda began caressing
the doctor’s thick black hair.

“Ohhhhhh yess. Don’t stop!” she begged as the doctor switched and suckled on her right nipple harder than the first.
“Ohhhh, doctor keep sucking.” Brenda moaned, “You do that so well.”
The doctor returned to his clinical manner. “ Did you start your pudendal massages to help stretch and open you up for the big day?”

“I don’t think I can do them as good as you.” Brenda pouted.

“Pudendal massages make your labor and delivery so much easier Brenda.” Doctor Robert’s answered as he placed Brenda’s legs in the stirrups.

He then sat down on the stool at the end of the exam table. He caressed Brenda’s big belly and said in a soothing voice,” I’m going to do the internal massages now, Brenda. Take a few deep breathes and relax.”

He casually began a preliminary pudendal massage. His fingers circled Brenda’s labia and when they relaxed, he penetrated her. He began a slow thorough massage touching of every square millimeter inside her passage. Brenda was experiencing the heightened sexual awareness the doctor predicted. Her mouth was salivating.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddd,” Brenda gasped while Doctor Robert’s jammed his fingers in and out with brutal precision

“Oh don’t stop!!! Just do that! Oh yessssssss, finger me hard! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Dr Robert’s made certain that his fingers rubbed hard over her clit.

“Ohhhhhh, yesssss! Do my clit! Ohhhh my! That feels so good! Do that harder!’

It only took a matter of minutes before another climax gripped the doctor’s fingers.

“Oohhhhh…Ahhhhhhh.Ohhhh Myyyy… goddddddd!!!” Brenda moaned loudly, “It’s been so long! Doctor, please, please! Pull your cock out and fuck me!’

Doctor Robert’s wasted no time. He dropped his pants and pulled out his already hard 9-inch penis. He quickly slipped it all the way inside her.

“Mmmmmmm yesssss fuck me doctor!” Brenda moaned as she bucked her hips in and out against the doctor’s thrusting. Doctor Roberts’s fingers returned to fondling her breasts.

“Doctor, are you sure this won’t hurt the baby?” Brenda asked.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh No Brenda.” The doctor panted,”Ohhhhh.On the contrary. This is good for the baby. It feels what you do.”
“Then please give it to me harder doctor!” Brenda begged.

Doctor Robert’s took her request and grabbed Brenda’s hips for leverage and started thrusting faster.

“I’m cumming again doctor!! Ohhhhhhh!! Ohhhhh!! Ohhh!!! Ahhhh!!”

Brenda felt a jolt of orgasmic energy course through her body. Her vagina contracted tightly around her unborn and the doctor’s thrusting penis.

“AhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhh Jesus doctor please don’t stop!!”

Doctor Roberts dislodged Brenda’s ankles from the stirrups and helped her get off the table.“Turn over Brenda. This will be more comfortable for both you and the baby.”

Brenda bent over the table as Doctor Roberts approached her from the rear. His hands firmly squeezed her sensitive breasts as he rubbed his thick penis up and down her dripping vagina.

“Please put it back in Doctor. Ohhh!!” Brenda pleaded.“Ohhh.ohhhh.ohhhh.ohhh.ohhhh!” Brenda chanted in time with each thrust into her moist slit. The doctor slowed his strokes; he did not wish to climax to soon.

“Ohmmmmph” Brenda moaned as Doctor Robert’s pumped his penis deeply into her pregnant womb.

After several long strokes Doctor Robert’s felt his balls contract.

“Ohhhhh. Ahhhh! “Doctor Robert’s groaned as he continued pumping harder and harder into Brenda. “I’m cumminng Brenda. I’m going to baptize the baby!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh…Yesss doctor please baptize the babbbyyyyyyyy. Ahhhhhh!” The doctor’s balls spurted his warm semen deeply into her. They remained locked together until Doctor Roberts kissed her then slowly withdrew. That day Brenda had experienced about three or four of the most incredibly satisfying orgasms in her life. The doctor was right again.

After they both got dressed the doctor escorted Brenda to the lounge.

“Don’t forget that you have an appointment for the first of next month,” He winked.

“Thank you so much doctor.” Brenda smiled.

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