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Cathie stopped talking and sort of mewed, like a kitten. Her bottom
started doing slow circles around my cock. “Goss,” she said, “I’m not
sure I can stand this much longer. My anus is sending shivers of pleasure
up and down my backbone. It’s like you feel when fingernails scratch on
a blackboard but better. A lot, lot better.”

I watched her big ass move for a few seconds and realized I was in
control of myself. “If I can stand it, you can,” I encouraged her.
Cathie stilled her hips.

“When I’m masturbating, the spanking part of the fantasy goes on for a
long, long time,” she said finally. Speaking quickly, she said, “It seems
like Mack spanks me for an hour – or a few minutes. It’s hard to tell.
Then they make me take off my dress and I’m stark naked and they’re
all dressed. This part is fuzzy, Goss. I have to bend over Steve’s lap
on the couch and he feels my bum for a long time, then he spanks me,
very hard. When Steve stops for a second, Tony feels my bum and sticks
his finger up my asshole. At least, in my fantasy I think it’s Tony.
Finally, it’s Tony’s turn and I know my ass is all red already because
the burning covers all of it.”

“Tony makes me bend over the arm of the couch with my feet sort of half on
the floor and my face on the couch cushions. He spanks my ass a lot harder
than Mack or Steve. Maybe it’s because he’s standing up beside me or maybe
because he doesn’t ever rest, he just keeps slapping my poor bum and it
sounds like a machine gun firing and it hurts non-stop. After awhile,
I think he’s never going to get tired but eventually he stops and sticks
two, then three fingers in my bum. He starts finger-fucking my ass and
despite my tears and the incredible pain in my ass, it feels really good.”

Despite all my control and my good intentions, I notice my cock is slowly
fucking in and out of Cathie’s ass, of it’s own volition.

“Stop,” she said. “We’re almost there. At least, I’m almost there.”

I stopped, even though the blackboard scratching feeling was now running
up and down my own backbone, as if I was a tuning fork that had just
been rapped very hard by a metal object.

“Quick,” I croaked. “What happens? What finally makes you come when
you’re masturbating?”

“Mack says, ‘Let’s all bumfuck her.’ and Steve and Tony agree,”, said
Cathie. “In a flash, I think about getting fucked up the ass three times
by three different guys I don’t even know. In a mental flash I know
this isn’t going to do my reputation one bit of good around this town.
I struggle but Steve pins me down on the arm of the couch and I can feel
his hard prick digging between my ass cheeks. In spite of my struggles,
his cock pops inside my asshole. Without stopping, he pushes it all the
way up my ass. I’m pinned to the couch and he starts fucking my ass.”

“While I’m getting used to the cock reaming my tail,” continued Cathie
breathlessly, “Mack asks me, ‘Do you like it bitch?’ and I cry out,
‘Yes!’ and Steve continues to fuck me, really hard. My asshole relaxes
finally and it begins to feel really good. Steve jerks around a bit,
then comes in my ass, just I was starting to really get off on it.”

“Umm, Cathie, I’m getting close,” I said. Pleading, I asked, “Is this
fantasy going to last a lot longer?”

“Tony makes me lay flat on my belly on the couch,” Cathie continued,
oblivious to my plea and maybe to me, too. “He lays with his belly on my
back and puts his legs outside my legs. I feel a fat little prick push
through my tightly clenched ass cheeks, slippery with sweat. Eventually
he pushes it into my asshole and begins fucking me. It’s not very deep
but it’s stretching my asshole and the friction, with my legs closed,
is incredible. I can’t believe it but I come like a river. I don’t think
Tony notices because he doesn’t even slow down. His cock must be a blur,
sliding in and out of my bum. When he yells, he pulls out and shoots
his sperm all over my bare ass. I can feel all the hot splatters.”

“Uh, Cathie, anytime,” I said.

“Mack makes me get up off the couch and forces me to my knees. First Steve
puts his soft prick in my mouth and I suck it for awhile. Then Tony moves
in front of me and I suck on his cock. Finally, Mack makes me suck him
until he’s got an erection. He wipes his prick on my face, leaving wet
streaks. Looking down into my eyes, Mack says, ‘Do you want it up the ass
again?’ and I look up into his eyes and say, ‘Yeah, fuck my ass, Mack.
I want you to fuck me in my ass.’. ‘Bend over, slut,’ he says.”

“I can hear Steve laughing, ‘Up her ass, Mack. She really loves it up
her ass.’. At the same time, Tony is saying, ‘Hey, Mack, Cathie’s got
a sweet bum. Bumfuck her until she can’t sit down for a month!’. I bend
over with my head on my arms and stick my ass up in the air. My legs are
spread wide. Vaguely, I notice none of them has even bothered to take
off his pants. They all have their cocks sticking out of the front of
their jeans. I don’t care. In a way, it’s even exciting, being the only
naked person in the room.”

“Can I fuck you now?” I asked Cathie.

“No,” she said. “Just wait until we come naturally.”

“There’s nothing natural about this,” I replied laconically. “But I’ll
try anything once.”

“At long last, the guy I really wanted to fuck kneels down behind me,
between my legs,” said Cathie. “Originally, I didn’t really imagine him
fucking my ass, but I’m in the mood now and I’m really anticipating a
good assfucking. It’s funny, Goss, but I hardly feel Mack’s cock go
into my ass. He starts pumping me and I can actually feel his long,
thin penis caroming off the edges of my anus and the walls of my rectum.
I don’t know how he ever gets up enough friction to enjoy himself but
eventually he comes up my ass. I don’t even feel him pulling it out.”

“Then they all leave and I’m left alone,” said Cathie. “I’m totally
unsatisfied and I go to bed and masturbate.”

I looked down at her wide ass and narrow back, at the curls of black
hair laying on her neck. “That’s it?” I ask, incredulous.

“Of course, stupid,” she said. “It’s you I want up my ass, Goss. It’s you
I want to come in me. About three more throbs of your beautiful cock
and I’m going to come.”

As I was glancing down at my cock, buried to the hilt up her asshole,
Cathie came violently. Reflexively, she pushed her buttocks back,
then pulled forward for a long time, then rammed back onto my cock.
Unmoving, totally relaxed, totally unprepared, I exploded into her.
It felt something like a firehose blasting away at a burning building.
After a minute or so, I began wondering if my heart could take it,
then decided I didn’t care. I let my mind, my heart, my soul and my
life drain into Cathie’s body for a short eternity.

When I came to my senses, she was collapsed onto the pillows and I was
collapsed onto her back.

“Leave it in,” she said. “I have another fantasy I want to share with
you.”

I didn’t hear anything because I was asleep.

I walked into the house, down a hallway and into the living room.
I grabbed the remote control and clicked on the television and looked
at the news. It wasn’t good. It never is.

I was at “my” end of the couch, to the right, still wearing faded jeans
and a blue dress shirt. I’d already kicked off my loafers so I was also
in sock feet. Cathie tumbled onto “her” end of the couch. This night
she was wearing black slacks and a silky red blouse with ruffles over
her large breasts. I’m not a fanatic about breasts but the red and the
ruffles accentuated Cathie’s tits and I watched them bobbing out of the
corner of my eye.

“I have to tell you this fantasy,” she said. I looked over at her.
Cathie has a perfect, smooth, white complexion, and a valentine-shaped
face highlighted by large, dark brown eyes and thick, sensual lips.
At this time, her pitch black hair was cut in a straight pageboy cut
that framed her face, kind of like representations of Cleopatra.

Before I met her, I’d always been attracted to short, thin women.
Cathie was nearly as tall as I am, five foot eight or so, and voluptuous.
She had large breasts and wide, wide hips. Just goes to show, I guess,
we fuck with our minds, not our bodies. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given
Cathie a second glance.

“Sometimes when you’re away on a trip,” she said, “I get horny, laying in
bed at night. Now and then I wonder what it would be like if you didn’t
come back, if you dumped me for someone else.”

Dutifully, I said, “That’ll never happen, Cath.”

“I know,” she answered. “Still, I fantasize about having this party.
I’m single again and I invite everyone, all my friends and even people I
meet in the bar. I’m not with anyone, I’m just the hostess. I wear that
short, black cocktail dress you bought for me, with the hem way up above
my knees and the low cut top, bare feet and no bra or pantyhose. All I
have on is the cocktail dress and my white, silk panties underneath.”

“Very sexy, the black and the white together,” I commented.

“Well, I need new man in my life, don’t I?” she asked. “You’ve left me
all alone.”

“Right,” I said.

“We have the stereo blasting away and we’re dancing and drinking, telling
jokes, having a great time. Probably because you’re not there,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I grunted.

“During the party, I notice a guy named Mack who got invited at the bar.
I don’t know him but he asks me to dance a lot and I can tell he likes me.
He has two friends with him, Tony and Steve. They ask me to dance too and
I have a great time, probably because I’m too drunk to think about you.”

“Could we cut the disparaging, editorial comments about me?” I asked.
“After all, I haven’t left you and I have no intention of leaving you.”

“OK,” she agreed. “I was just trying to tell you what I feel in my
fantasy, to make it complete. Mack is good looking. He’s wearing
jeans and a jean jacket, he’s about medium build and he has straight,
brown hair down to his shoulders, with bangs. He’s a very intense guy.
Tony is Italian or Greek or something. He’s not very tall and he’s
thick through the body. Not fat, just heavy. Steve is the Nordic type,
with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s kind of tall and thin.”

Cathie said, “All of them are perfect gentleman during the party, even
though I’m teasing them, playing one off against the other. Anyway,
about two in the morning, most of the guests have gone. The last ones,
except Mack and his friends, leave about two thirty.”

I moved over to Cathie’s side of the couch, ignoring the television in
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Although I still wore my faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt, my flaccid
cock was still stuck comfortably up her relaxed asshole.

“Do want to hear another fantasy, Goss?” she asked dreamily.

“I dunno,” I said honestly. “I dunno if I can hard again so soon and I
don’t want to waste it.” I nuzzled her neck for awhile.

Cathie laughed softly. “I don’t think that’s a problem,” she said and
I knew her large, dark brown eyes were twinkling. I looked down at the
thin tube of my cock disappearing into her asshole and saw it twitch
with anticipation. Her buttocks were large, white, round and smooth.
Using two fingers I pried her hind cheeks apart and looked at the brown,
spongy asshole encircling my cock. I noticed her asshole was still loose,
leaving room for the expansion of my cock.

“What’s this fantasy about?” I asked innocently.

“The usual,” Cathie said. “All my really good fantasies are much the same.
Some strange men strip me naked, spank me and fuck me in my bum. I guess
I’m just neurotic or something. The strange men never seem to want to
kiss me or fuck me normally in my cunt.”

“Hmmm.” I said, trying to be casual. It was difficult for me to pretend
to be casual when my cock was expanding in Cathie’s ass. I also guess
she’s leaving out a common element in her fantasies. She likes it.
“So what happens?”

“Well,” she said. “I’m laying her on the couch in my pink bathrobe.
You know the terry cloth one with the zipper that goes all the way down
the front? I’ve just had a shower and I’m stark naked underneath. Anyway,
I’m watching TV with the drapes closed and all the lights on in the living
room and you’re away on a business trip so I’m all alone in the house.”

“Uh huh,” I said, my right hand massaging Cathie’s fleshy right asscheek,
stroking, squeezing, pinching and pushing on it.

“Suddenly there are these two guys, dressed all in black and wearing
black ski masks, in the room with me. I have no idea how they got
into the house. I jump up and one of them grabs my arms from behind,
holding me. He’s big and heavy and somehow I know he’s the subordinate.
The guy I think of as the leader is standing in front of me. He’s tall
and thin and he’s wearing black leather gloves on his hands and he
reaches out and pulls my zipper down past my belly button.

“Doesn’t anyone say anything?” I asked, three of the fingers on my right
hand inserted into her hot, wet cunt.

“I say something like, ‘leave me alone or I’ll call the police’ and
I scream a little,” Cathie answered, “but you know we don’t have any
neighbours. Then the leader says, ‘Fuck you, you cunt,’ and pulls my
bathrobe open so he can see my tits. He grabs a nipple in each hand and
squeezes and twists them. I’m in terrible pain.”

“Uh huh,” I say, thinking that the ‘terrible pain’ in her fantasy probably
isn’t so terrible, in a fantasy, anyway. I pulled my cock almost all the
way out of her ass, then jammed it tight, all the way into her asshole.
Her buttocks sealed tight against my thighs.

“Then the one behind me pulls my robe all the way open and holds me
tight against him and I can feel his hardon against my ass through the
terry cloth and his pants. The leader begins slapping my tits with both
of his hands. The leather gloves keep cracking and cracking against my
tits, up and down, left and right, hurting my nipples and turning my
breasts bright red.”

I said, “Get on your hands and knees, Cathie. I feel like I can fuck
your ass for hours.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..

There were two of them, in deck chairs sunbathing in tiny bikinis, both
were stunning…

I Introduced myself, awareness of their semi-nakedness, breasts pushing
the thin fabric of their swimsuits, made it hard for me to concentrate
on the business.

“I’m Julie.” said the dark one, with a sexy pout and slight lisp in her voice.
“And I’m Vivian..” This was the blonde one, the one with the loose
bikini panties, there was a wisp of blonde bush showing.
I couldn’t help myself and cracked a solid hard-on, their eyes travelled
down to my crotch, they smiled seductively.
“Why don’t we get you a cool drink, and get you out of that silly suit?”
said Vivian. “Come on inside and we’ll fit you out with a swim suit.”
said Julie. All I could do was nod and try tohide the bulge in my
trousers. They walked in front of me and wiggled their asses…
This was going to be a great afternoon…..

….They led me into a large bedroom, the main feature of which
was a huge circular bed covered in black satin and there were
mirrors in the ceiling. By this time my cock was rock hard, the
sight of those two shapely asses gyrating in front of me as they
walked was almost too much.
“Here we are then, if you’d like to get changed there’s a
swimsuit in that drawer..” Said Vivian, but her eyes said
something else.
“We’ll see you on the patio in a couple of minutes then?” Julie
had that look too. They left, still wiggling. I found the
swimsuit in the drawer, and I found a collection of vibrators in
there too, there must have been ten – all different shapes and
sizes. In a couple of minutes I had stripped to my underpants,
and was in the act of pulling them down, when I sensed that I was
being watched. I called out : “Ok, where are you?” I got a giggle
for a reply, then I spotted the video camera, the lens was set
in the eye of a portrait hanging on the wall. I held the
underpants in front of my now semi hard cock. They came into the
room laughing. Vivian gently took the underpants away from me and
without a word knelt in front of me and took my cock into her
mouth, it jumped into full hardness like a spring being released.
Julie began kissing me all the way down my back. I nearly came
there and then, but they both knew exactly what they were doing.
Vivian suddenly swallowed my throbbing joint right down her
throat, if was hot and smooth and rough at the same time, I began
to thrust. Julie had by now reached the cheeks of my ass she
licked me all around my anus. It was heaven, but I knew if they
didn’t stop soon it would be all over, I could feel the hot wet
sensation deep inside my crotch, the come welling up and feeling
as though my balls would burst. Right at that moment they seemed
to know what I was feeling and they stopped, gently pushing me
towards that huge black bed. I laid down.
“Oh no pretty one, it’s your turn to suck and kiss..” Vivian lay
with her legs apart, one hand tickling her extended clit, her
nipples were rock hard. Julie laid on the other side, rubbing her
clit too, her tits were firm and full,almost seeming to defy
gravity, her nipples were bright pink and smaller than Vivian’s.
I had to get my hands and mouth on all four at once. I reched
over and cupped one full tit of vivian’s and at the same time I
clamped my mouth over Julie’s right tit, she moaned as I ran my
tongue around the rigid nipple.
“Here!” said Vivian, spreading her legs wide, I could see the
juice glistening on her wet lips. I kissed her stomach, and
worked my way down to that juicy mound. I reached it and flicked
my tongue all over her clit,it tasted salty and sweet, the sweet
tasted of musk. It was beautiful!
I was on my knees, suddenly I felt Julie’s head slide between my
legs, then her mouth closed over my balls, tongue flicking all
over, along the twitching shaft of my cock and finally closing
over the end…

“Linda, do you explore your body? Do you caress your
breasts in front of the mirror? How often do you play with
your pussy?”

“Now I am getting embarrassed, those things are personal,”
replies Linda.

Tina continues, “I play with my boobs every night. I like
to masturbate when there is no one around to do it for me.”

“Tina!!” says Linda, her face turning bright red.

“Tina, you seem to be quite experienced, how old were you
when you lost your cherry?”

“Oh I got laid for the first time when I was 13. I’ve tried
to do somebody at least once a day since then.”

“I say, you are quite experienced. Linda, when did you lose
your virginity?”

“I’ve never done it. I’ve just petted heavily with my
steady boyfriend.”

“Well, he must be one fustrated fellow. Well lets get on
with the lesson. One of the most important aspects of
anatomy is surface anatomy. Do you know what that means?”

Tina replies, “Isn’t that the things we can see on the
surface of the body, without cutting it open?”

“Yes, Tina, but it also includes those things one can feel
on the body. We need to pursue this further. I have always
preferred a live body to a cadaver. Tina, come over here.”
As Tina comes over I’m tingling with anticipation. She is
one sexy female. The way her hips wiggle as she walks over
excites me further. As she reaches me, I reach out and
begin to unbutton her student nurse uniform dress. I finish
unbuttoning it and let it fall to the floor. She is not
wearing a bra, so her beautiful, firm, small tits are
visible. They stand out firm from her chest wall. They are
creamy white, with pink areola and pink, erect nipples.
Obviously, she is getting excited by this, also. I reach
down and remove her bikini panties. She has a luscious
mound covered with black pussy hair. Her thighs are slim
and firm. She does a short bump and grind.

“What are you doing, professor?” asks Linda

“Linda, we need a body to study anatomy, Tina will be our
specimen, unless she has an objection.”

“Sounds good to me.” replies Tina.

“Linda, come over here and palpate Tina.”

Linda comes over, I take her hand and touch it to Tina’s
breast. I help her fondle Tina’s tits. We stroke both tits
at once, moving her hand from the full breast out to the
nipple, lightly pinching each nipple between her thumb and
forefinger. I move her hands from Tina’s breasts down her
flat, soft stomach, down to her ass, where we squeeze her
cheeks, finally comming around to the front to feel her
pussy. Tina’s pussy is dripping wet by now and Linda pulls
back at the touch of Tina’s wetness. “There is nothing
wrong with Tina being wet.” I assure Linda. “Tina is
becoming aroused and her body is reacting normally.
Does this excite you Linda?”

“Well, yes it does, but I’ve only done it with just one
other before, much less group!”

“Try it you’ll like it.” answers Tina.

I reach out and unbutton Linda’s uniform dress. Tina begins
to remove my shirt and pants.
“Must you get undressed too, professor?” questions Linda.
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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..

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I was walking into Mr. Allan’s class when Gary spoke to me.

“I signed up.”

“Signed up for what?” For a sport? For a class? What?

“The Marine recruiter is down in the guidance office.” The Marines? Was he crazy? I looked into his face. Purpose and excitement.

“What about College?” I guess I was saying what about me. He thought it was a fucking game! Go play soldier. Didn’t he realize people DIED?

Died. Then I got scared. I mean, we’d been going out for 2 years now, ever since he moved into town.

“You know I gotta go. College will be here when I come back.” He kissed me. The bell rang, and we took our seats. English class flew by; I didn’t hear a word. I sat next to him, covertly watching him.

After English, we went down to study hall. The junior/senior study hall was open, and ever since the war began, they’d put the large screen TV in there, so we could watch CNN. We sat close to it, watching the night-vision commentaries; him in anticipation, me in dread. I held his hand, as if I could keep him here with me.

I took a deep breath. All the “experts” seem to say it won’t last long. So I began to do something stupid. I started to pray. Pray to God, pray to fate, hell, pray to any greater being who’d listen. Make it end. Make it end before graduation. I gripped his hand tighter. He looked at me, questioningly. I couldn’t answer. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. I willed myself not to cry.

Fuck. I hate being selfish. Here I am worried about me, how it will affect me and my plans.

“Why?” I finally managed to whisper.

He squeezed me tighter, “Aw, honey, it’s not about you, it’s about what’s right.”

He was the one who was going. Willing to stand up to the bullies of the world; hell, whip their ass. I squeezed him tightly to me. The teacher walked up to us, make us split up, I’m sure.

Then he did something strange.

“Gary, you were in the guidance office this morning, weren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You’re going?”

He nodded shyly. Gary was always cute that way; one of the things I loved about him was his modesty. Like he never realized what a great guy he was.

Instead of making us sit apart, he just smiled this weird adult smile and walked away. I swear, I nearly lost it. I felt Gary kiss the top of my head, his arm holding me tighter to him. We sat and watched the news repeat the same news bytes over and over until the end of study hall.
That night he came over after he got home from work. He asked my parents if it was all right if we went out for a drive, since it was a school night. My parents of course, loved him. My dad just nodded when I told him that Gary’d enlisted. He seemed to expect it. Maybe its some sort of guy thing that I just can’t understand.

While he was at work, I poured my anger into my diary. My hurt, my fear. Because as I started thinking about it, I realized what it was.

I was afraid. Afraid how this would change him, change US. I knew change was coming, I mean, we’re leaving school; but I never considered that we’d be apart. War is so REAL. What would I do if he died? I can’t act the widow; we aren’t married. All I heard in my head was “just a girlfriend” Just. Jesus. He could have at least talked to me about it!

But he couldn’t. I tried to be logical about this. It’s his life. Hell, in some ways, he thinks it’s a responsibility. And damn it, I hated to say it.

It is.

Then I got really proud of him. HE didn’t need to be called; he enlisted of his own free will. He knew what’s at stake. And part of me–the part that isn’t selfish– loved him even more.

I’ll try to be a bigger person. I quashed down that selfish part, told it to shut the hell up, that it doesn’t know what it’s talking about.

So when he asked my parents if we could go for a drive, I knew what he was asking me. My parents, said yes, though they never had before. We drove around for a bit, just quietly talking about whatever, but avoiding the real topic. We made it to one of our make out places. Yes, we had a few. He turned off the car, and we climbed into the back. For a while, he just held me, kissing me softly. I sat in his lap, curling up against him. My fingers traced his face and I could feel his smooth skin. I sighed into the kiss.

I leaned into his body, wanting him closer to me. In my head I was already counting down the time to when he’d be shipped off to San Diego for basic. Three months, more or less. Five months until he’d be shipped overseas. I sighed again, holding him close to me. His hands moved to my waist, sliding beneath my shirt and skimming my chest to my breasts. I shifted in his lap, and straddled him, as his hands shed me of my shirt, momentarily breaking our kiss. His lips returned, but to my breasts, rather than to my mouth. My back arched as I moaned in response. His mouth was hungry, and I was desperate for this closeness. My fingers worked through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He rolled, and placed me laying on my back. The moonlight reflected in his earnest eyes. I could see the unspoken question in his eyes.

I leaned up and kissed him gently, easing his t-shirt over his head. We kissed again, my chest pressed up against his chilled skin. His body shivered, and it made me smile. Suddenly, I felt powerful. I nibbled on his chin, my fingers sliding down his back to his jeans. A slight tug got him looking at me again.

We tried to squirm out of our respective jeans, both of us giggling at the contortions necessitated by the small confines of the back seat. Then, he came to me. I could feel the heat his dick brought against my thigh. I shivered, not sure of the decision I was about to make.

For the last 2 years, I’d said no. Victorian charm, fear, censure, morality; call it what you will. I loved Gary. He knew that. And it’s not like I never let him do anything; we’d fooled around as much as any other teenage couple; we just never actually “did it”.

But fear is a powerful thing and I needed to be closer. I arched into him, moaning his name, as he nibbled at my neck. I pressed my pelvis into his, silently begging for more. Gary must’ve felt the difference in my reactions because he leaned up from me. I gave a barely perceptible nod.

Shaking, he asked, “Are you sure?”

I leaned up to kiss him in response. He jumped, and I had to giggle as he hit his head on the roof of the car. He reached into the front seat to get his wallet out of his jeans, and pulled out a condom. Putting it on the ledge behind the back seat, he leaned back down to kiss me. His fingers went down lower, teasing my pussy. His fingers moved within me, making me jerk beneath him. My breath became ragged, until I was begging him. Quickly he slipped on the condom, and nervously pressed his head against my opening. It felt different, bigger than his fingers, firmer. I breathed deeply, shakily as my body started to get used to the feeling. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face for my reactions. I smiled gently at him and pressed back against him.

I felt the pull as something tore, and my body tensed. He groaned, visibly shaking to keep still.
He murmured, “God, you are so beautiful,” then slowly pulled out. It ached a bit, then he pressed gradually back in. He moved gently inside me, his eyes focused on my face. I watched the concern and love and yes, fear, in his eyes. Even in the half-dark, I could read their glittering depths. I leaned up and kissed him, first tenderly, then more passionately.

It was as if I had given him permission, and he was pressing into me more and more firmly. The ache was gone, only a fullness and a yearning. I pressed up against his bucking thighs, moaning incoherently. He continued, as he stroked the sweat soaked hair out of my face. I could feel his thrusts getting choppier. With a deep groan, he jerked against me, and I felt the sudden expansion of his dick.

I was panting, still unfulfilled. He collapsed against me, kissing my breast, moaning against my skin. Suddenly, he shifted, his hand reaching lower.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out. And as he said it, his fingers found my clit, flicking it quickly. My inner muscles squeezed against his deflating cock, causing him to moan. His fingers moved faster, practiced at making me cum this way. It didn’t take him long to get me to join him, and I was shrieking my praise.

We laid down together spoon style on the seat, his arm curled around me, holding me to me. I felt him whisper in against my hair.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“Well, it bears repeating. I love you.” He was quiet for a moment, his fingers moving idly over my skin. “I’ll come back. I promise.” His fingers stilled, then squeezed me.

I whispered quietly as I turned to look at him, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Your love for me will keep me safe.” I looked at him. If he weren’t so serious, so earnest, it would have sounded like the corniest thing in the world. But I saw the look in his eyes. And there was nothing I wanted more than to believe him.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

Jill held up one of my favorite albums and I nodded. Pete held up
another and we all agreed that we liked Chris’s taste in music. Chris
returned, and she was wearing sweat pants and an exercise top that left
her flat stomach bare. Chris put on some music and said she’d fix some
snacks. As she left the room, she turned down the dimmer on the lights.
Jill and Pete were slow dancing in front of the fireplace, and I turned
to Jeff. We kissed again, and both of us felt the heat burning in the
other. We kissed and kissed for a long time, his hands and tongue
making me so hot that I was sure my pants were visibly wet. Chis made a
loud noise in the kitchen breaking up some ice, and we parted our kiss,
looking at Jill and Pete. They were locked in a deep kiss like we had
been, with Pete’s hands on Jill’s ass, pulling her against him. Jill
was also trying to wrap herself around Pete, her hands on the back of
his head. Chris announced the snacks were ready, and Pete disentangled
from Jill to help her bring out the food and some drinks. She sat down,
and started telling some jokes that she’d heard, most of them a bit
raunchy. Jeff mentioned that Chris had a hidden talent, and she blushed
and gave him a “not again” look. Jeff badgered Chris into showing us.
She took the stem from the cherry in my coke, and popped it in her
mouth. A few seconds later, it came out with the stem nicely knotted in
the middle. Jill and I both tried it (Chris said it was pretty simple),
and we couldn’t do it.

Pete made a rude suggestion, something about trying it with a larger
object, and we all laughed. “Speaking of larger objects Pete…” Chris
said, making her stare obvious. Pete wasn’t displaying much of a bulge,
but Chris’s eyes said there was some very decent “equipment” there.
“Are you going to show it off?” Pete blushed a bit, and I’m sure Jill
felt her pussy moisten as I did. We all urged him to show us (it must
have been the liquor from earlier), and he finally said okay. Pete
stood up, and Chris dimmed the lights dramatically. Pete unzipped about
half way, and Jill suddenly leaned forward, taking over the job. Jill
did a good job of erotically lowering his zipper, and rubbing her hand
over his crotch. I could see his bulge forming against his shorts.
Jill was going to reach in through his zipper, but Pete put her hands on
his belt. Jill pulled it loose, moving her face close to his manhood.
Jill’s hands slid his pants down to the floor, and we could see a huge
bulge in his jockey shorts. Slowly Jill pulled them down, and when his
dick sprang free, I could hear Jill’s gasp over mine.

Pete had a huge prick, and the head was perfectly circumcised. Jill
stared at it, watching it grow even more. I could see her tremble as
she put her hand around it and lifted it, then ran her tongue down the
underside of it. Pete sighed loudly. “Oh God! I’m in heaven!” Jill
said. She kept kissing and licking it, and Pete wasn’t going to stop
her. “Eleven and three-quarters inches.” Chris said. “I measured it
the first time I saw it.” She added proudly. I looked down at Jeff’s
crotch and saw his bulge. No one had to tell me, so I unfastened his
pants and took him out of his shorts. No monster like Pete had, but one
of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen! Jeff was about seven inches
long, and just the right diameter. I leaned over and licked the drop of
his semen that dribbled from the tip. Then I just had to have him in my
mouth. I liked his warm, rubbery head, and then started sucking him
into my eager mouth. Jeff moaned softly and I felt his hips rise. His
dick was warm and firm and just the right size. After several long
strokes on him, I then remembered that Chris was watching. I looked up
at her and wow!! Chris was sitting back, one hand down her sweat pants,
frigging herself while she watched us. Her other hand had pushed her
top up, showing us her large nippled breasts and she pinched a nipple in
her fingers. I looked over at Jill, and Pete was undressing her, she
was down to her bra and panties. “What the hell” I thought, and I
pulled Jeff’s pants off, and then his shirt. He undressed me carefully,
kissing my breasts as he pulled off my blouse. The low lights, the
alcohol, and the gentle way everyone moved had an effect, and we were
all soon naked in the living room.

All but Chris. She just sat and watched us, and her being dressed
excited me even more. Jeff slid down to the floor and began licking my
pussy. He knew his way around a pussy, his tongue finding my sensitive
places and making me crazy with the way he teased me higher and higher.
Jill went straight for Pete’s dick, and I watched. Pete sat on the love
seat (appropriate no?), with Jill sitting down facing him. I watched,
and Jill slowly tried to stuff his meat in her tight pussy, taking him
an inch at a time. Her soft, white round ass spread over Pete’s lap,
…End of the part3. To be continued..

Jeff held the door for us, and we entered, walking into the bar part of
the restaurant. The girl behind the counter waved to him, and Jeff
waved back. He motioned us to a table and we sat down, off in the
corner. “That’s my sister Chris.” Jeff said, pointing to the bartender
he’d waved to. “She’s a terrific kid. You’d never guess she has two
kids of her own.” He was certainly right. Chris looked to be only
about 23, and when she came over to say hello, her tight fitting black
pants showed curves that would make most women extremely jealous. Chris
is pretty, with brown hair and big brown eyes, but not outstandingly so.
“Picking up girls on the beach again, eh, Jeff?” She chided him. Chris
looked us over, asking us for our orders. We gave them to her. “Just
be care- ful if Jeff suggests taking you to his place. He’s a real
wolf.” “Thanks.” I said, seeing that Chris was just teasing her
brother. Jill and I talked with him, and when Chris came back with our
drinks, she said that she would be off work at midnight. It was quarter
of, and we waited for her to come over and join us. In the meantime,
Jeff was telling us that he thought of “carrot-tops” as very sexy. Jill
asked about blondes, and Jeff said that he liked blondes too, but since
redheads were scarer, and pretty ones even more so, he was intrigued.
Chris joined us finally, and Jeff went to the restroom. “Jeff’s really
a sweet guy.” Chris said. “If it weren’t for Jeff, I’d be a lot worse
off.” Chris said that she had two little girls, and her husband had
died in a car accident just after the last one was born. Jeff stepped
in and helped her out, and now she was making it on her own. Jill was
impressed by Chris’s emphatic praise of him. “How long has your brother
been helping you?” Jill asked. “Is that what he told you? That he’s
my brother?” Chris laughed a bit. “No, Jeff’s actually my
brother-IN-LAW. My husband was his older brother.” Jill and I looked
at each other then, and realized that Jeff was really an interesting
guy.

Just as I was going to ask Chris if Jeff was married, he came back to
the table, smiling. I could see no wedding ring (or a “cheaters mark”)
so I guessed him to be single. “I just called Pete to come join us.”
Jeff said. Chris’s eyes lit up and she told us that Pete was a
“true-blue hunk”. Jeff looked at Jill, and said “I hope you don’t mind,
but I think you’ll like Pete. I know he’ll like you.” Jill was a bit
miffed at Jeff taking the liberty, but when Pete came in, she changed
her mind. “Hunk” was right! Pete was about five eleven and every bit
as fit and trim as a girl could want. He had dark hair and a smooth
dark complexion (from his spanish mother) and gleaming blue eyes (from
his father). A few more drinks and Chris suggested her place, as her
mother had the kids for the weekend. Feeling pleasantly relaxed, Jill
and I agreed.

Jill’s place wasn’t far away, and it was a very nice large apartment
near the beach. Just near enough to hear and smell the ocean (but not
see it), and far enough away that the rent was reasonable. About a half
hour after getting to her place, Chris disappeared to get out of her
“work clothes”. I was sitting right next to Jeff on the sofa, while
Jill and Pete were looking through some of Chris’s record albums.
Jeff’s finger touched under my chin and I turned to look at him. His
eyes were so soft and gentle, I could feel the electricity in his touch,
and I leaned into his soft, warm lips. I kissed him, feeling his lips
slowly part, and his tongue gently stroked my lips. I parted my lips
and let his tongue enter my mouth, eagerly swirling my tongue around
his. I chased his tongue into his mouth when it withdrew, and that
excited him, his hands now sliding urgently down my back. We were both
…End of the part2. To be continued..

BTW, the story is NOT about LYNN’s suffering, but JOE’s. HIS hurt, is the
one that’s supposed to break your heart.
Think about it, having to do that to someone you love, in the HOPE that
it MIGHT save her for someone else. To be willing to make someone you
love, and had hoped to have love you, hate you, so that they’ll survive.
“Greater love hath no man. . .” I think that being willing to give up
the love of someone for their well-being, is at least as great, and THAT’s
the point I was trying to make.

I’ll admit, I WAS trying for shock-value, when Joe “did-in” her mother.
I wanted to raise at least a LITTLE doubt in the reader’s mind, whether
or not they had figured Joe out right.
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IN>Frank,

IN>Re whether Lynn was hoodwinked, yes, I think
IN>Joe and her mother did a good job of convincing the trusting
IN>starry-eyed girl that she was actually given up to a degenerate,
IN>and that he would enjoy her, and then kill her.
IN>Joe’s suffering is evident. Maybe you could put the “greater
IN>love hath no man…” quote in the story. It is both dramatic
IN>and succinct of the feelings Joe must have gone through before
IN>Lynn came over and all was patched up.

I would like to. I just can’t think of a neat way (or place) to put it in.
I’ll re-read it, maybe I can. Hmmmm. maybe afterwards, in a comment by
Lynn, or June. I’ll have to think about it. It’s a nice Idea, but I want
the story to flow smoothly. I’ll try. No guarantees though.

IN>For my own version of “what is right” you might
IN>also add in the epilogue that Lynn finished HS on the honor roll,
IN>despite her bulging belly.

Good point. I’ll fit that in somewhere at the end. “After finishing
High-school, Lynn has worked her way through college, and is now working
on her doctorate by taking evening classes, while June and I watch the
kids, sometimes alternating, and sometimes together. Now that the oldest
is 12, and can watch the younger ones, we find interesting things to do
together while still maintaining a presence in the house.”

Something like that. I’ll have to work on it. Any suggestions about this,
or the other will be appreciated. I think, that if I put in that Lynn’s
working on her doctorate, then her finishing high-school (honor-roll or not)
would be superfluous. What do you think?

IN>Everybody seems to live and make love happily ever after.
IN>Does Joe continue as a professional top?

Yes, but in later years it becomes more of a side-line. His main line
becomes designing and supplying bondage clothing and accessories, with
Lynn as his main model. Do you think this needs to be in the story?

IN>do Lynn and June become his beautiful and kinky assistants?

Lynn does, as explained above. June is closer to being a “top”, than
a “bottom”. Sometime she helps him with a fantasy with Lynn. June remains
as kinky as ever, but with her own twist on things. How and why and where
she gets those kids of hers, are each stories in their own right. Joe
THINKS almost all the kids are his, but he’s not sure about at least 2 of
them. June likes to keep him guessing. (BTW, outside of the story,
for your information only, they ALL are. June loves him just as much
as Lynn does, and wouldn’t dream of cheating him. Make him THINK they might
not be his, yes. Actually HAVE anyone else’s kids, no. Joe suspects this.)

IN>Does the huge family move out of the soundproof apartment?

That’s a bachelor apartment. What do you think? One-bedroom, bath,
kitchen and tiny living-room, plus the one extra “dungeon” room. Of course,
the owners have bigger, fancier apartments, at sky-high rentals. No, they
moved to a small fixer-upper ex-farm-house, at the outskirts of the city.
By the time the story ends, with the three of them working on it, they’ve
…End of the part4. To be continued..

Aline, the maid, who I found was a distant cousin of Tilde, tried her best to make me feel comfortable.

“Bathing here isn’t the same as it is in the village. Warm water, in very warm room, with scents in your bath to make you smell fresh as the dawn. I will be with you until he comes to you, so do not be afraid, Child. It will not be long.” And a mutter under her breath as she led me into the bathing room, “it never is.”

Ignoring that cryptic comment, I started to loosen the ties on my dress. She helped me to pull it over my head, stopping a moment to look at the work. “You and your mother do very fine work. You should be proud. It is a lovely dress.”

I nodded and smiled, but felt odd to be standing in my shift before a stranger. My face must have heated up, for she took a sonsy tone, “Don’t worry about it, child. T’is common, and nothing I have not seen before.”

Slowly, shyly, I pulled my shift over my head then stepped cautiously into the tub. The water felt like nothing I’d been in before. Sweet herbs and steam teased my nose as I slowly slid into the full tub. I felt myself relax in the warmth until I nearly forgot what was about to occur. It was much too soon when I stood to be rinsed, and was rubbed dry.

“Put this on, dear.” This was a beautiful night shift of fine linen, finer in fact than anything I had ever seen.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t! T’is far too fine for me.”

“Tosh! Take it Child, it’s the only thing of any value you’ll take home from tonight. As though he could replace what he will be taking, but he gives one of these to each bride that comes.” With a nod and a shrug, I pulled it over my head. She pulled the torch of rushes off the wall, before climbing stairs.

The room itself was fairly dark. The logs in the fireplace and the rush torch were the only light in the room. A large bed was silhouetted by the light, making it seem larger and more imposing. I fell back, and brushed against Aline. “T’is only the light that makes it fearful. Go in, and I will get you settled.”

I crossed the chilled room, and clambered up into the high bed. So soft! I couldn’t imagine how many winter fowl had died to make such a comfortable bed. The bedclothes were heavy and warm.

It was then I determined not to be swayed by such richness. T’would be easy to do. This is not here for me, but for M’lord, to whom I’m about to become a chore. My Ian loves me, and I would rather be in our little home, on a heather mattress than here surrounded by all these riches about to be sacrificed in the name of some Lord. I’ll do my duty, but I don’t have to enjoy it.

Aline tucked me in, then withdrew with the promise that she would be back after Lord Farrington left.

I heard him enter before I saw him, He was without his wig, and I could see his hair was thin for the firelight reflected off his scalp. He shucked of his clothing and moved across the bed. The bedclothes were removed from my body, and he pulled up my nightdress. I felt his substantial weight over me, and felt him press against me. I forced myself to relax, somehow knowing it would be worse if I were tense. This seems so wrong! I wanted to cry out, but knew t’would be no matter. He pressed into me, feeling my maidenhead. I could feel the pressure, the dull ache. He began to hum and mumble some bawdy tune from court, and I gasped. He thrust through it and though I wanted to scream, I would not give him the pleasure. He continued to hum, thrusting in and out of my limp body in rhythm to the song. Such an odd habit.

The blood made it easier to endure. Not that it was really much to endure; shortly after, he trembled mightily, then fell to the side of me, removing himself from my body. A few moments more and he gathered his clothing and left.

Praise the Saints!

It didn’t take Aline long to show up.

“If ever there was a time when I would be grateful for one of those baths, Mistress Aline, I believe it t’would be now.” I murmured.

“Of course, Child, come with me. Do you feel you can stand?”

“I am stronger than I look.” Stronger than that man, that much is for certain.

We made our way back down the stairs to the bathing room. The tub was already filled.

“You knew?” I was astonished.

“T’is common to feel the need to rid your body of an unwanted touch. I would have been more surprised if you had NOT asked.”

I nodded mutely, anxious to be in the bath. My body slipped in and I let the warmth remove the feeling of his clammy skin and foul breath.

“Mistress Aline, may I ask a bold question?”

“Of course.”

“Is it always like that?” It couldn’t be. Ian loved me. But I had to know if that is what I had to look toward to.

“Goodness no Child. The lord has no love of you, nor quite frankly, love of the deed. Your true wedding night will be much different, and I daresay much better.”

I nodded in response, thankful at least that my feelings were right.

I don’t know how long I was in it, but Aline helped me out. Once again I dried off, and pulled on the nightshift. This time she led me to a different room.

“You can sleep in peace here, child.” The room was small, with a common bed. I gained comfort from those things that were known to me. It took me very little time to fall asleep surrounded by the scent of heather.

The next morning, Aline once again helped me to dress. I hugged her, appreciating all she had done for me. One of the lord’s men held me gently in front of them. He went slowly, and I can only guess he was considering my comfort. I whispered a thank you for his kindness.

The trip seemed shorter this time, perhaps because it was something I was looking forward to.

The wedding party was still there, since the first Prima Nocte, the village would continue the party to keep the groom occupied and in reasonable cheer. I rushed down, turning only a moment to thank the lord’s man for his attention. Then I rushed to my Ian.

He only looked better to me. I reached for him, hoping he would not hold what was done against me. I looked in his eyes, and saw the relief as he rushed toward me and swept me up into his arms.

“Annsachd, I will love you always,” he said as his lips, warm and full met mine.

The village party quickly began singing, leading us to our new home. We would be left there to celebrate our wedding properly. Gifts of food would be left at the doorstep for the first few days, a tradition I’m told is particular to our village. Ian lifted me up and carried me into our new home, his strength making me feel delicate. Then, the door was shut and we were alone.

“Did he hurt you?” he whispered.

“No more than should be expected.”

His voice grew quieter as he sat on the edge of our bed, “Will you miss him?”

“Oh, Annsachd!” I kissed him gently as I settled into his lap, “He may be Lord, and he may have fine things, but he has no fine manners. And all I could consider was this, even surrounded by that finery, I would rather be here, with you, even in our poor home. He had no love for me, and I’m not even entirely certain he knew my name.” My hands ranged his muscled shoulders and arms. “I missed you. And I did not make love with him. It was no different than setting a prize boar on a sow. He did his rutting with no spare thought for me, good or ill, and left. He did what he was required to do, as did I.”

I pulled away enough to look him in the eye. “Would you help me forget that?”

His lips fell quickly onto my own, his hands tugging at my ties. My own hands fell to his clothing, and I could not wait to see what sort of prize I had won when I married him.

We were quick and clumsy and we fell into bed beside each other. Hands moved over fevered skin, and I felt my own heart race. I looked into his face, and his eyes sparkled in the half light. The look seemed to change him, and he dawdled. His fingers drew fanciful designs upon my skin, causing me to moan in frustration; of what I knew not.

“Ian, Annsachd, please….”

He smiled, “Oh, I will please you, I will please you and myself as well.” His tongue flicked over my breasts and I gasped at such a touch. His fingers slowly crept toward my center, until they were there, exploring my tenderness.

I moved against him, desperate. My body knew, yet I did not. His lips trailed kisses down my stomach and then…

I went fuzzy. Hot breath and warm gentleness. I could feel my innards curl in waves, like the wind across the fields of barley. Finally, I could stand the tension no longer, and I cried out to God.

Ian quickly came back up to me, kissing my face, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks before settling back on my mouth. A different taste was on his lips, but t’was not foul. I felt his hardness press me, and almost against my will, I tensed. Then I forced myself to relax. This t’will be different, Mistress Aline said so.

A fullness I could not imagine filled my core. Slowly, so slowly, Ian pressed into me. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face closely, looking for signs of my discomfort. I smiled warmly at him, at this man I truly loved, and pressed back into him. I had been selfish, and wanted this to be as beautiful for him as for me.

I raised my hand up and around his neck, pulling him to me. I sought purchase to press myself farther against his shaft. I felt the waves begin again, and I sighed into the kiss we were sharing. I felt him shaking, and thought that it t’was nearly over.

“Shhh, Annsachd, I want to make this good for you. Do not rush me or we will be over before we’ve begun,” he said in a tortured whisper. And then I understood the shaking was his lapsing control. I tried to still my body, I did. But he felt so wonderful inside me, his warm skin against mine, and I could not help myself. I bucked against him and heard him moan. Such a sweet sound. I bucked again, and he growled. His hands moved to my hips to still me, but I was in a lust. I could not be stopped, and the waves crested. I screamed this time, my body releasing its tension wave after wave.

He looked down in amazement, his own breath coming in gasps. “You are beautiful, Annsachd, So beautiful.” And then he began to thrust wildly, pulling my hips against him. I continued to moan in that half sense caused by bliss. My body relaxed, so relaxed.

Ian, my Annsachd, my beloved, let out a mighty roar, and I could see the same tension course through his body. I pulled him down to me, tight against me.

It was then I heard it, “Huzzah! Huzzah!” and music began to play. I was certain if I went to the door now, there would be food upon the step, and the villagers would be celebrating our true union.

I chose to stay where I was, curled up against Ian and listen to his heartbeat. It would not be long before my humours came upon me. And then we could start working on our family in earnest.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

Author’s Notes:
I don’t usually do quite this much research for a story, but I thought I would share what I learned.

Prima Nocte, First Night, or Droit de Signeur is a right that lords had where they could sleep with the subject brides on their wedding night. Most of my research states that this was not usual, more pockets than a universally followed right. It was used more as a literary tool. It first appears in the mid eighteenth century.

Powdered wigs also came into popularity during the mid eighteenth century. It made its way north from France, where Louis XIV brought it into style when he began losing his own hair. It was common for men to shave their heads to make the wig easier to wear. They were out of style as a fashion statement around the 1820’s in Europe.

Annsachd is Scot’s Gaelic for “beloved”.

Even in the eighteenth century, peasant houses were usually mud and wattle (woven branches). Wood, especially in the highlands of Scotland, would be a rare commodity. Stones were often used, but took much more work and knowledge so they were usually reserved for community buildings.

Sorry for the inactivity! I know its short…but at least it’s something. As always, it’s mine, don’t steal or borrow without permission. If you’re too young to vote, you’re too young to read this.
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Deep Sea Fishing
{A Fisherman’s Widow Tale}
By Dryad

Her hands clenched the metal railing. The up and down movement of the boat lulled her, while the rush of the salt misted air rushed over her ears in a dull roar. She closed her eyes as she stood at the prow, feeling the engine’s vibration come up through the rail and her feet.

The waves were gunmetal gray, matching the deep haze of the sky, making it hard to judge just where the horizon was. No land could be seen, and only the distant bugle of foghorns could be heard from the other boats nearby. She felt as though she was all alone; the rest of the people on the party boat were staying in the stern, where the ride was much smoother.

She smiled softly, her eyes still closed as she felt the warmth of a body slide up behind her. His arms didn’t touch her, but held the rail firmly on either side of her, effectively holding her in.

“We’ll be to the fishing grounds soon,” he whispered in her ear.

“I can see why you enjoy this. Even on a dreary day like today, its beautiful,” she answered back, turning her face toward him. “I’m glad I came.”

“You know, your skirt is soaked,” he chuckled, pointing the front of her sundress, which had gotten wet in the salty spray. He pressed up against her, and she felt his interest press against her ass.

“Tease,” she chuckled lovingly.

“Me? You’re the one who made sure I knew you weren’t wearing anything under that dress.”

“Well, I had to do something to get at least some of your interest today,” she giggled, her fingers sliding along the rail to clasp his hands.

“Well, we’re not there yet,” he answered darkly. She waited for him to finish the thought.

It wasn’t words that he continued with though. His hand slid up her long skirt, hiking it up over her damp thighs. A quick glance around showed that no one was near.

“You’re crazy, you know that, don’t you?”

He laughed. “You love me that way though.”

She sighed and fell back against his chest as his fingers found her already wet pussy.

The up and down of the boat now seemed to work to her benefit, forcing his fingers deeper every time the boat fell into the well of the wave. She swayed, unsure if it was the boat’s movement, or if it was his touch.
His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to moan, before leaving her. She whimpered in frustration, only to feel the warm, smooth length of him press against her moments later. She felt him thrust into her, a syncopated rhythm to the lunging of the boat, and she bit back the scream. Just what I’d need, she thought have the whole crew rushing down, thinking I was about to fall overboard or something.

He returned his hands back to the rail, pressing her up against it. He continued to thrust into her, his mouth teasing her ear, her neck.

She saw through half lidded eyes a large wave coming, and knew the next slap of the boat would be harsh. The knowledge of it made her shiver, and when it came her consciousness shattered into a thousand broken pieces. The smell of the salt water, the cold dampness, the vibration and hum of the boat…nothing and yet everything stuck in her mind.

A few more discrete thrusts had him releasing his own control, his hands clenching the rail, white with tension.

A few moments of after orgasm blur, and he dropped her skirt, zipping himself back up. She turned in his arms to give him a kiss, when she noticed behind and above him a set of eyes twinkling with mirth.

Damned if he didn’t forget the captain in the bridge above the deck.

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She sat back down in her car and waited, wondering if she was in for a repeat performance.
She didn’t have to wait long, as a blue car pulled up beside her. He smiled brightly at
her (he saw her photo, she hadn’t seen his). And she knew. She stepped out of the car,
locked it, and opened his passenger door. Her smile must have been brighter with relief
because his brightened as well, and it was all the sweeter for the sense of nervousness she
felt in it.

“You here to meet someone?” He smiled at her.

“Yeah, My name is Daphne.”

“I’m Matt.”

They shook hands like business associates, and giggled. She climbed in, as he asked where
did she want to go. Okay, maybe this is not a smart idea; it wasn’t. But something about
him, something she couldn’t describe, made her feel at home with him, like an old friend.
Maybe it was his nervousness, how it showed through in the mundane chattiness she listened
to. Maybe it was her own hormones outweighing her judgment.

With the thought of parking, they took off toward a large mall. They drove through the
darkness, feeling each other out first verbally, then a bit physically, hands traveling
thighs, shoulders—hair. By the time they reached their destination, they were
comfortable with each other, definitely wanting each other. But the parking lot was
very bright, and not exactly conducive to what they had in mind. They began to wander
the back roads, and found an open lot. They drove up, and shut the lights off.

There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other. They smiled, and leaned into each
other for a kiss. It wasn’t a timid kiss; they fell to each other as one would at a feast
after a famine. Their hands pulled at their clothes. She tugged his shirt out of his
waist, as he slid hers off her shoulders. Scrambling in the small car, they squirmed
to rid themselves of barriers. Still kissing, they lurched into the back seat. She
reached low and felt his hard, thick cock pointing upward. She measured it with her
hand, sighing into the kiss appreciatively. She released the kiss, and slid down low
to give such a beautiful cock the appropriate worshipping it deserved. She flicked the
head, watching it jump, and absorbing the guttural moan it incited from her companion.
She smiled up in the half dark, and slid her mouth down over the head, applying pressure
and a gentle suction. Her hands moved over the rest of his length, until they reached
his balls, which she lightly squeezed. Her mouth continued its journey down, moving
slowly up and down the length of him, savoring the wonderful feeling of cock in her
mouth. She would moan at the simple pleasure, and then smile at the jerk his cock would
give at the added stimulation. He sighed warmly, brushing her hair back, before pressing
her on her back.

She could see the pleasant smile in the dark. He gave her a small kiss, then began to
worship her in the same respect. His tongue teased her core, flitting one side, then
the other; never entering, never hitting her clit. She squirmed in delirium, panting
wildly. She stroked his hair, until he started entering her. Long slow licks finishing at
her clit, making her squeal and jump. She arched into his mouth, her legs unconsciously
wrapping around his head, holding him in tighter as she neared her own orgasm. Her moans
became louder, more insistent, as she felt the delicious tension getting closer and closer
to breaking. She screamed his name as she came. She felt him sit up, her legs limp around
him, as she heard him open a package. Then he was on her again, pressing into her. She
shuddered, so close already to another orgasm, so well was he filling her. She shuddered
beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, careful even now not to scratch or
leave marks. He pressed into her slowly, eliciting a deep guttural moan from her.
His pace quickened, both hungry for each other. Her body began to bow as her second
orgasm came upon her, shrieking into the dark. As she came back down, she pressed him
back, and straddled his lap. She pressed her chest into his, kissing him warmly, and
began to ride him. She smiled into the kiss, shivering occasionally at the feeling of
him inside her. She sighed into the shared kiss, and felt him begin to tense. She rode
him harder and faster, feeling his own completion nearing. He groaned as he came, and
even with the condom, she could feel it against her sides. She continued to ride him,
softly, slowly, drawing out his orgasm as long as possible. She settled over him as she
heard his breathing slow and become more controlled. They kissed each other softly.

“Wow.” He whispered to her.

“Mmmhmm, you’re rather incredible yourself.” She smiled back at him. She gave him a soft kiss.

They moved to the front seats, and began making sense of their disarrayed clothes. She
leaned over and kissed him again.

“I’m glad the others stood me up. This was FAR better.” She smirked.

He smiled back, with a small amount of disbelief in his eyes. He started the car,
and drove her back to the McDonalds and her car. They touched each other gently on
the way back, asking about the small details of the other’s life, falling into the comfort
of the other’s company, and she realized she liked him on a personal level as well as a sexual.

When they arrived, they exchanged email addresses. Yes, they did keep in touch…

But that is another story.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002

I sent both stories to the friend for comment, with a gap between them,
as I recovered the second. The enclosed material is excerpts from our
e-mail discussion of the stories. I am publishing this as an addendum
to both stories, to answer some questions (and possible flames) that
might otherwise raise their heads.

IN> Frank,

IN> Thank you very much for the story “Bound for Fun” which I read last
IN> week.

Thank YOU for the nice long response.

IN> Your story sure hits on some of our common and individual favorite
IN> themes. The girl is old enough for my tastes, I hope she is young
IN> enough for yours.

She is.

IN> I loved the allusion to “Preggie Sarah.” That was really choice.
IN> You really have a thing for getting them pregnant, don’t you?

As I’ve said before, getting pregnant is one of my biggest fantasies.
I’d give half of what I own, for the chance.
I know that I’m not the only man to harbor such desires, and
many women love the thought of BEING pregnant.

IN> The promise of a mother/daughter hot combo is also quite
IN> appealing, especially if both of them are kinked in the same
IN> directions as the protagonist, as they seem to be.

They are, but in slightly different ways.

IN> I appreciate the fact that you stayed away from specific descriptions
IN> of the bondage, etc, which you are not an expert in. This is great
IN> by me, since I find stories that start to read like parts catalogs for
IN> fetish wear to be tedious.

I always toss the ones that are nothing more than a description of torture-
devices.

IN> I am certainly no expert in bondage, although I have lurked about
IN> alt.sex.bondage for quite a while, but I think this story has some
IN> real-world problems with consensuality. Please let me note at the
IN> outset that I __know this is just fantasy, and no harm done, etc. etc.
IN> But the aspect of consensuality that primarily concerns me is the
IN> pregnancy one. Is the girl dumb, or am I? Does she know that she has
IN> been knocked up, and approve, or is she being taken along for a ride
IN> by her trusted parent? This could generate a lot of flames in a.s.b.

A. She’s dumb. Well, not DUMB exactly, just WAY too trusting. This is
explored MUCH more deeply in the second story. She trust EVERYONE,
even when she shouldn’t. Most especially, she trusts her mother to watch
out for her best interests, and in her own way June does.
B. Does she know? No.
C. Does she approve? I tried to make the implication, that she actually
WANTS to get pregnant, but is scared to do it, because:
1. She isn’t married, and doesn’t even have a steady boyfriend.
2. She’s afraid of what her school-mates would think, if she showed up
at school with a bulging belly.
3. This is the kicker. Most importantly, she THINKS her mother would
disapprove, and she doesn’t want to hurt her mother. If it wasn’t
for fear of overburdening her mother with raising another child,
Lynn would probably have already sneaked out and gotten pregnant
anyway. Her mother knows this, and implies at the start, that Lynn
would have to “earn” the privilege of getting pregnant.

IN> Also, I think, again with the “this is only fantasy” caveat, that it
IN> would be pretty weird for a loving, caring mother, which this one
IN> seems to be, to leave her kid in the hands of a semi-pro BD
IN> specialist, with only threats of retribution to safeguard her. I
IN> think a bit of talk about her extensive checking of Jones’ background,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

She moaned in frustration. She pulled the wet pink dildo out
of her glistening cunt. “Fuck! New batteries again!” she moaned,
flicking open the battery cover and dumping the rechargeables
out onto the bed. She reached for the stand pulled out the
freshly charged batteries and put them in. She looked at the
clock, figuring the battery time. 2 hours. Shit.

Sighing, she pressed the pink gel cock back into her yearning
pussy. The hum was louder now, more insistent, reverberating in
her pussy and against her clit. Yet still…

She pulled the laptop closer to her, scanning for stories that
would get her going. Going through her favorite authors…good
stories…but not enough sex. She started pulling up the stroke
that normally she wouldn’t touch–hot, nasty and fast. The
vanilla stuff wasn’t working, so it was time to find more
unusual fuel to jumpstart her motor.

Read stories on bondage. Warmer. Humiliation-warmer yet.
Aliens, dogs, horses, rape…each took her baby step closer, but
still so, so far away.

She glared at the clock, which was laughing at her. Four hours
and still no relief. She flicked on the TV and filled the room
with sounds of pornographic fucking-titled thusly as it sounds
different from your normal average fucking, because the
enjoyment sounds pathetically fake. Men with big-titted women,
women with women, women getting double fucked, and even triple
fucked.

Guess you can only listen to so many cries of “Baby ooooh,
yeah, fuck me good” before it doesn’t do anything for ya.

She groaned in frustration, reaching for her bedside drawer.
She pulled out the 10 inch, thickly veined plastic cock and
swirled it in her mouth. Once it was dripping with saliva, she
lowered it, pressing it below the still vibrating pink toy. The
pressure caused the pink dildo to vibrate more harshly against
her pubic bone as the head of the new toy popped into her sticky
pussy. Feeling quite full as she pressed the new toy deeper into
her cunt, she thought perhaps now she could finally cum.

She squirmed on the bed, her hips working against the double
assault in her cunt, and yet still she was stuck in third gear.
She screamed and cursed in frustration, moving her hips faster.
Her hands worked the two dildoes in a syncopated rhythm, moving
faster and faster. Finally, she reached for the nearby phone
and flicked off her toy’s noisy vibration.

“Hi Crissy, let me speak to Adam please?”

“Just a moment, Mrs.South.” the hold muzac came on as she
turned the vibrator back on, getting a pleasant jolt.

“Hey sweetheart, to what do I owe this surprise?”

“Do you have any meetings this afternoon?” she said
breathlessly into the phone.

“No,” he paused. “What’s that noise in the background? Are you
shaving the dog?”

“Mmmm” she answered noncommittally. “Can you come home early?”

“I guess so. You need help with something?”

“Yeah. I need something that only male muscle will fix.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can get away then. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she said as she hung up the phone.

She flicked the movie back on, and reset the vibrator to low,
knowing that relief would be there soon. She squirmed a bit on
the bed, relishing now the constant ache in her pussy. The movie
ended, and she rewound it back to the beginning, then drew the
computer near her, reading up on rough sex and humiliation. The
batteries, having gone for nearly 3 hours straight now, were
starting to give back out, so she took the next set out of the
recharger and switched them. Since she had to stop, she decided
now might be a good time to go to the bathroom, since Adam might
be home soon. When she returned, she squeezed the dildoes back
in her tight twat. She moaned and squeezed her tit, making the
nipple rise up. She pinched it between her fingers, feeling the
small shock down to her core.

It was some time before she heard the front door open. Floating
in a sexual haze, she called out, “I’m in the bedroom!”

She could hear him coming down the hall… “Honey, I brought Mike
home to help me. I figured you needed to move something heavy.”

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the bedroom door,
Mike gaping over his shoulder.

“Hi honey. You left something turned on at home.”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

As I said, the Palace is a good place for orgies. I’ll skip the require-
ments for getting in, except to say that you need a clean test report from your
doctor, dated within a week.
This Saturday, my wife and I had gone to the Palace, after getting young
Lisa to babysit our 18 month old. We had arrived earlier in the evening, and
now I was heading towards the bar in the second lounge. I needed a break as
much as a glass of OJ. I’d just come in from the pool, after helping a man
fuck his wife. She’d wanted a fuck-sandwich, so I pumped her pussy while he
filled her butt. She was a very sweet gal named Diane, and we’d all enjoyed
it. My wife was off somewhere, getting her thrills, which we’d share later
tonight after we returned home. The OJ was good, and I watched the show on
stage. A pair of girls were 69′ing each other while two guys pumped them.
These were not pros, but average guests, showing off for the crowd. People were
clapping and making approving noises as the foursome switched around into a
variety of positions. The men announced their orgasms and came inside their
ladies, and the girls continued to lick and suck each other’s pussies for a
while. The men sat back and watched. When they were done, the foursome stood
and held hands, bowing to the audience. They were glistening with sweat from
the hot lights, and their exertions. The girls’ faces were shiny with love
juices, making their smiles even sexier.
I was going to wander into the back, near the group rooms, to see if I
could find someone I knew, or someone new. As I passed a naked young lady who
was sitting on a sofa in the lounge, she put her hand on my thigh and stopped
me. Without a word she took my semi-hard cock in her mouth and began to suck
it. Sitting next to her was her husband, fucking a big-titted woman of about
forty. The gal sucking my cock was rubbing the older woman’s clit as she and
her husband fucked. On stage, several people were setting up for another show.
All around us, people were entering, leaving, or talking. Some were slowly
masturbating themselves or their partners. At one table, a woman was stroking
her partner’s cock under the table, while fingering the pussy to her right,
and carrying on a conversation with a woman across from her.
The gal sucking me was doing a great job, obviously having her fun with
my shaft. She would suck it down her throat, then lick the underside and even
lick my balls. She slid up the shaft and held the head in her mouth, swirling
her tounge around it and flicking the sensitive head and area just below. Then
down her throat again. She did this with unabashed enthusiasm, as if to show
me that she really loved to suck cock.
On stage, a lovely young redhead came out and sat down on a thick carpet,
spreading her legs to the audience. She began to masturbate, and after a few
moments, five men walked on stage and stood around her. The men began to
masturbate, offering her their cocks one at a time. The redhead liked to suck
too, and she took a huge cock down to the base, making the audience applaud
quietly.
The gal sucking me had me aroused and near orgasm, and watching the stage
show, I felt a surging deep inside. I looked down and the gal was sloppily
licking my shaft with her tounge, and rubbing it all over her face. She sucked
the head and then looked up at me, mouthing the words “come in my face”. I
couldn’t hold back. She had the head in her mouth, just as my sperm gushed out
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Chris appeared and she lowered herself onto Jill’s mouth, leaning over
and whispering loudly to me. “Yes, circle her clit. Suck it and lick
it. Suck her hard, hot clit!” I looked up and saw Jill’s jaw working
under Chris’s bush, knowing that she was fucking her with her tongue. I
lifted my head and Chris grabbed me, sticking her tongue roughly in my
mouth. It was just what I needed then, and I grabbed her tits and
squeezed them hard, pulling on her nipples. She moaned in my mouth, her
right hand pulling on my left nipple hard and making me moan too. I
lowered my head back to Jill’s sopping pussy and licked up her juices
again. Jill’s pussy was just flowing with her cream, and I loved it’s
warm, slippery texture and her sweet taste. I felt someone behind me,
and large warm flesh pressed against my cunt lips. I could see Jeff’s
feet, so I knew that Pete was going to try to fuck me with his monster
cock. I closed my eyes and sucked Jill’s sweet cunt, feeling Pete
slowly sliding his huge cock inside me. The head was gigantic,
stretching my pussy wide open. I moaned when he slipped it inside.
Then slowly he slid down my hole, filling me completely. He passed the
area I normally associated with the “deepest” place guys normally went,
and more cock was coming! He kept filling me and filling me until I was
sure I’d burst. Then his cock hit bottom, bumping my deepest place and
I cried out. I reached back, feeling for his cock, wanting to know if
he was fully and completely inside of me like he was with Jill. To my
surprise I could feel almost two inches of his cock still outside my
pussy! Jeeezus! I thought, he’s so big it fills my cunt with some to
spare! I hope comes a lot!

Jeff was behind Chris now, fucking her hard, making her tits bounce
while Jill still sucked her. I returned to getting Jill off, but Pete’s
cock was so big that every time he pushed into me I felt like I was
coming all over again. I had slipped two more fingers in Jill’s freshly
stretched hole and was finger- fucking her and watching her hips rock in
time with my hand. We were all moans and heaving breathing in the room,
fucking and sucking each other. Chris had a very dirty vocabulary and
now she was using it. “Fuck my cunt stud!” She yelled to Jeff. “Cum
in me. Let Jill suck your hot cum outta my cunt!” I found myself
rocking my hips back against Pete, who was trying not to hurt me, and
each time I rocked, he bottomed out, making me groan with the pain and
pleasure of it. “Fuck her little ass you big stud!” Chris moaned to
Pete. “Fill her with your big cock!” I was so hot and excited by her
that I raised up and kissed her, shoving MY tongue down HER throat as
far as I could. Chris sucked my tongue like it was a cock and my hips
started to rock and push back against Pete’s huge prick again. I
couldn’t help myself and started talking like Chris. “RAM YOUR COCK IN
ME. FUCK ME HARD YOU BIG STUD!” I yelled and then I felt Pete ram it
home, forcing me to lay down, my face against Jill’s sopping pussy. He
plunged into me fast and hard. His cock felt like it was pushing my
cervix up against my lungs. And I was having one orgasm after another!!
Jill cried out into Chris’s muff, and her hips rose up and down hard.

Sort of dreamily, I looked at her cunt, and realized I’d slid my whole
hand inside her!! She was humping my hand, and I opened it and closed
it inside her, feeling her wet juices in my palm. The whole thing
burned in my brain like a photograph, and each thrust Pete made, so did
I. Jill came first, flinging her legs wide and then rocking her hips up
so that my hand was deep inside her. Chris came next, and she was
moaning and yelling almost in my ear. I don’t know when Jeff came, but
I felt like I was constantly coming. Up until Pete came inside me.
Pete rammed his cock inside me, and I literally saw stars for a moment.
Then his thick cock swelled up, and I thought I would explode. Then
there was a massive flood inside me and I could actually feel his sperm
gushing out of his cock. I came so hard all I could do was shake and
shudder on the floor. I couldn’t even breathe!! My pussy contracted,
but it was like trying to grip steel, and the feeling was terrific!
Pete shot lots of his sperm in me, and I finally stoped shaking. It
took me a while to catch my breath too. Jill slowly pulled away from my
hand, with her pussy making a wet, slurping sound as my hand slid free.
…End of the part5. To be continued..

Before I could recover, and say anything, Jeff slid out of my pussy, and
I felt Chris’s mouth on me. “Oh, no…don’t…Oh! Unnnngggh!” I tried
to say no, but her tongue had found my clit, making me come again.
Chris licked and sucked me, and I could feel her licking up Jeff’s come
as it flowed from my pussy. Chris was hot and she filled my cunt with
three of her long fingers pumping my pussy while she licked and sucked
my throbbing hard clit. I felt like I was going to explode from the
pleasure and then Chris pushed two fingers up my anus and began to ream
my tight little butt hole. She made me come at least three times, and
when she stopped I was so weak I could hardly move. Chris sat on the
floor almost next to me, her face wet with Jeff’s and my juices. I was
too wiped out to say anything to her. When I opened my eyes a minute
later, it was because Jill was screaming and moaning. I looked over and
saw that Chris was leaning between Jill and Pete, obviously sucking
Jill’s clit, and her right forefinger was deep inside Jill’s ass. Jill
was shaking her head all over, and bouncing on Pete’s huge prick. Her
big tits were wobbling all over the place too, and I could see that Jill
was slamming herself down on him. Pete shoved up hard, lifting his hips
off the seat, and burying himself deep inside Jill. I could see Jill
spasm and shake each time Pete spurted into her. Chris sucked on Jill’s
nipples, her finger still up Jill’s butt. Jill leaned forward, putting
her head on the back of the love seat.

Chris lifted her off of Pete and slid underneath her, sucking Pete’s
come from Jill’s blonde pussy. Chris was naked now, and she had her
head in Pete’s lap, face up, with Jill sitting on her. Jill was panting
and moaning, climaxing again, this time so hard that she rose up and we
could all see her pussy dripping into Chris’s face and mouth. This got
me going again, but Jeff was sitting back with a cigarette, and he
looked tired. I looked at Chris’s pussy facing me on the floor. Her
labia were swollen and shiny, and her tan lines made her look sexy. I’d
never, ever done a girl before, but I slipped down and laid between her
legs. She’d given me a great orgasm, and I had the urge to make her
come too. I’d tasted my own juices before, so this wasn’t too different
I thought. I leaned forward, sticking my tongue out and gently licked
her labia. It surprised me to find them so soft and slick. The more I
licked the hotter I got and the more I got into giving Chris head.
Chris was rocking her hips up and down against my mouth, and I found her
clit and sucked it.

She moaned and about that time let Jill get off her face. Jill gasped
when she saw me sucking on Chris, but I could feel Chris about to come,
and I didn’t want to stop. Chris arched up while I flicked my tongue
over her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I felt her hands grab my
head and push my face hard against her pussy. I could feel her juices
making my face slippery, and my own pussy felt like it was just
drenched. I worked a finger inside her and that did it. Chris came and
she locked her legs around my head, grinding her pussy into my face. I
sucked and licked, and kept her coming for about two minutes, and when
we stopped, Chris was sweating on the floor, and my face was soaked. I
expected Jill to get mad or say something, but she slid off the sofa and
came to me. “That was sooooooo HOT!” She said. Jill and I had
…End of the part4. To be continued..

We are a white married couple looking to meet friends who
enjoy good, clean, hot, adult fun. We swing only as a couple and
enjoy swinging with other white couples (21-45), single bi-females
(all ages) and select single males (21-35).

We thought we would tell you a little more about ourselves and
what we like so you can get a little better idea about us.

Carol is 31 years old 5′4″, 38C and multi-orgasmic and bi.
She has had many bi experiences that she has really enjoyed and
likes when the female that joins us as a couple or single is bi or
bi-curious. She also enjoys trying new, exciting and different
things with other females. Carol is open about bi however, she is
not pushy about it.

We’ve told you about Carol and her bi interest, now about her
other side. First, Carol is great in bed. She gives excellent
head to another guy but doesn’t like to swallow when he climaxes.
She prefers to have him climax on her instead of in her mouth. She
knows how to use her hands real well during foreplay and while
she’s giving head. She loves intercourse and likes all different
positions. In fact her best orgasms are during penetration, that’s
when she likes to cum best. Her multiple orgasms during
penetration are an exciting experience for all. Over all, Carol is
very hot and fun to be with. She also enjoys taking two guys on at
once. Carol enjoys making it with another guy while her husband
watches and then also joins in. Carol likes many different
positions and has a few when being penetrated a certain way that
really send her into sheer ecstasy. She enjoys having a guy give
her head, but she likes it gentle, in fact, she doesn’t like it
when the guy is rough at all. She is not really into greek but on
occasion likes two cocks in her pussy at the same time.

Now about Bill, he’s 33 years old 6′2″, strait and somewhat
open-minded. There isn’t much he doesn’t like as long as it is
nothing with pain. He enjoys getting head and giving head to a
female especially if her juices are sweet. Giving pleasure to a
female is something that he really enjoys. He loves breasts of all
sizes and shapes and loves to caress them, kiss them and even
climax between or on them if the girl doesn’t mind. Also, after he
cums his cock remains hard for quite a while and usually doesn’t go
down after he cums, this way he can keep going to satisfy the lady
over and over. He is easy going and not rough when with a female
and respects her limits. He enjoys two women at the same time. He
thinks it’s neat to have beauty all around and running your hands
like a kid through a bowl of candy not knowing which piece to take
first and trying to take it all. He enjoys watching two females
enjoying each other and also enjoys watching another guy make it
with Carol while he sits back and watches. He enjoys watching X
rated movies and so does Carol. We’re also both open to games that
end up getting everyone undressed and even fondling throughout the
game. We also like low lit rooms that help make the atmosphere
more enjoyable.

All in all we are an easy going couple, who enjoy good, clean,
fun sex. We’re not into drugs (of any kind), pain or anything
real, real kinky but are open minded to new and different things.
We also don’t mind drinking and drink ourself but definitely don’t
like loud rough drunks.

Hopefully all this information helps you feel more comfortable
with us and shows you we are for real and looking for some fun get
togethers.

Anyway, we’d like to find out more about anyone who is
interested in meeting with us based on our likes and dislikes and
then possibly set up a get together. Because of our schedules we
prefer to entertain. Let us know if you can travel to Columbia S.C
for a get together. If not we could possibly travel half way and
can also occasionally do some limited traveling. Columbia, SC
would work out better and give us more flexibility to set something
up the first time and also for additional get togethers. If you’d
like we can first meet at a small lounge for a drink and then when
everyone is comfortable come on back to our house. We have a VCR
player in both the living room and bed room. We can get naked as
the night progresses and once everyone feels comfortable we can
start swinging, swapping, having threesomes and foursomes as the
night goes on. We can do as much as we all want to and try to
fulfill everyone’s fantasies and desires through out the night. So
what do you think? Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?

Again, let me assure you we are a for real couple who is
looking for friends who enjoy friendship and good clean hot adult
fun. We hope you are interested in getting together with us. Drop
us a note or e-mail to Pretty Kitty here on Options BBS telling us
a little more about yourselves and what you like, dislike and any
other information that you feel would interest us. We also prefer
to exchange photos prior to getting together, we are not into photo
collecting but do like to get an idea of what the couple, female or
male is like (we also return all photos when requested and ask the
same when we send ours, you can send nude or clothed and we will
send what we receive). If you write to us at our P.O. Box, please
send a photo, if you have a GIF on file we will gladly download it.

Ours will be on the system shortly. If you’re comfortable and want
us to call you ASAP to set something up or talk before we swap
photos then you can also include your phone number in your response
to us if you like and we’ll give you a call.

Again, we are a for real couple and eager to hear from you
about possibly getting together real soon.

Sexually Yours,
Carol & Bill
P.O. Box 280293
Columbia, South Carolina 29228


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My prick exploded into Sue Ann’s tight little hole, and she
grabbed both Daddy and me in a death-grip, as I was almost
squashed between them.
For a moment or two, it was almost as though Daddy was
fucking my little sister right through me. Daddy’s prick would
expand in my behind, and as I felt his sperm squirt in me, I
would send a responding squirt into my little sister. Squirt
after squirt. It felt like Daddy’s sperm would go right through
my body, into the base of my prick, and then ripple through the
tube on the bottom until it ended up being deposited in the
little girl’s womb where it belonged.
Daddy was just emptying the last sticky drops into me, and I
was doing the same thing to my little sister, when Momma came in
from the kitchen to tell us all that breakfast was ready.
“My God,” she exclaimed in mock disgust, “Don’t you kids do
anything but fuck?” “What kind of sex-maniacs have I been
raising around here anyway?” she asked, taking in her two oldest
daughters, obviously both freshly screwed, with their father’s
seed still drooling obscenely out of the eldest, and the sticky
mess on the other matching the wilting rubber-covered cock on her
eldest son. To top it, Daddy, Sue Ann and I were still coupled
like three dogs, while Mary Beth was licking the juncture of our
thighs, and a white gob dripping out of her tight little slit
showed she hadn’t been sexually neglected that morning either.
Two little naked kids watched the whole thing, while still
playing with each other’s sex-parts.
First Daddy, then Mary Beth, then the whole room started
giggling, then laughing outright. If anyone was an example of
someone who liked to fuck, then it had to be Momma. After all,
with nine kids by her own son, one by her father, and two
grandchildren, it was pretty obvious how our mother liked to
spend her spare time.
At first, Momma huffed at our response, but finally the
humor of the situation got to her too. “OK,” she giggled, “now
it’s my turn. Joe, get another one of those rubber things, and
get over here and help your mother out. Mike, you go down and
tell your grandpa and little sisters that breakfast will be
ready, as soon as your mother gets HER share of the fun.”
I giggled, but followed Momma’s instructions by pulling out
of my little sister and padding down the hall to the other
bedroom, that Grandpa shared with the two younger girls and the
baby. Daddy patted me on the ass, as he pulled out of me with a
slight pop. “Ooh,” my ass stung a little, but Daddy’s sperm
soothed it a little too. Sometimes I almost wish I was a girl,
so Daddy could squirt up my tummy and get me pregnant like my
sisters could. Oh well.
I heard a yelp of pleasure as I left the room, and knew my
big brother’s cock was sliding into the womb that we all came out
of; filling it in a way that none of the rest of us could match.
Twice now, Joe has split a condom while fucking Momma, and we all
know that someday he’s going to knob her good. If not by
splitting a condom, then when Momma decides she’s gone long
enough without another baby.

4

…End of the part3. To be continued..

This morning, I woke up horny (as usual) so I slipped my
prick up inside my sister, and fucked her.
Mary Beth was already slippery, so it wasn’t hard to get
inside her. By the time I felt the familiar tingling in my prick
that told me I was about to squirt, Mary Beth had woken up, and
was humping back at me just as hard as I was pushing into her.
My sisters all like to fuck just as much as I do, and Mary Beth
is no exception. Still, just because she likes to fuck, doesn’t
mean she wants to get knocked up.
“I’m going to shoot up you,” I warned her; giving her the
opportunity to pull off, if she didn’t want me to squirt her.
After all, I didn’t want to knob my own sister by accident.
“Huh, huh, huh, It’s OK,” panted Mary Beth, as she pushed
back even harder, “you can squirt me, if you want to. My period
was last week.”
Well, that’s a little close, but since my sister didn’t seem
to mind, neither did I. At least I had warned her. Still, we
had to be careful, ’cause Momma won’t let us marry until we’re
older, and earning enough money to afford babies of our own.
I barely had time to reflect on this, before my sister’s hot
wet hole sliding on and off my swollen prick got the better of
me, and I let her have it. Oooh, did that feel good! I felt
wave after wave of hot sticky goo squirt through my prick and
into my sexy sister’s tight little hole.
Mary Beth seemed to like feeling me shoot up inside her as
much as I did; milking each thick drop out of my dick and into
her sexy little tummy.
Our little sister Sue Ann was awake by this time; watching
with disappointment as I filled her big sister’s vagina with my
warm sticky cum. The little kid likes to have me squirt up in
her, when Mary Beth can’t take my stuff up inside her, without
risking a baby. So today, Sue Ann figured she would only get
“sloppy seconds.” Only today, seconds it turned out were better
than firsts. But she didn’t know that.
As I slowed down, with the last sticky drops of cum oozing
into my twin-sister, I became aware of the action going on on
either side of me. It seems that my fucking my sister had woke
everybody else up, and had started a regular orgy on either side.
On one side, Betty Jean and Joe were going at it like
newlyweds, while on the other, Daddy was sticking it to my big
sister Lisa Marie. Even the little kids Mike and Joany (Joanne
Lou) were “practicing” making a baby; even though neither one has
reached puberty yet.
For the next few minutes I watched the rest of the family
fuck, while I kept my half-hard prick up inside Mary Beth’s tight
little hole; leaking the last drops of cum inside her.
Mary Beth and even Sue Ann watched too; knowing that the
sight would probably get me excited enough to take care of my
little sister as well.

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It was exciting. Daddy’s prick isn’t as big as Joe’s, but
he sure knows how to make our big sister’s pussy hum with it. I
knew Lisa Marie must be close to her period, as Daddy wouldn’t
fuck any of the girls unless it was “safe” to do so. One
accidental pregnancy was enough.
Daddy never pulls out like me, so he has to make sure he
doesn’t fuck any of the girls unless it’s the right time of
month. Once he’s gotten inside a girl, Daddy knows he doesn’t
have enough control (like I do) to pull out; so he doesn’t even
start unless it’s OK.
Me, I don’t mind pulling out, because there’s usually one of
my other sisters willing and able to take my squirts; like Sue
Ann had been hoping to. Even if not, none of my sisters would
ever leave me with “blue balls”. They were all just as good with
their mouths and fannies as they were with their tight little
pussies. It had been years since I last had to resort to a “hand
job.”
I watched as Daddy speeded up; thrusting his swollen prick
into my big sister, until they were both panting and grunting
with the effort to cum. Lisa Marie’s wail announced her orgasm,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I’ll be waiting with “baited breath”, like the cat who ate cheese, and sat by
the mousehole.
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P.S. Do you mind if I save this letter, except for your name, and use it
and my response to answer any future flames/criticism? It helps not
to have to do it twice.
P.P.S. I got the scanner, and recovered part-2. Story follows this post.
PLEASE don't get squicked, until you've finished the whole story.
THEN feel free to let me have it with both barrels. ;-}

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IN> Frank,

IN>1. Using my last letter to respond to other critics, some
IN>probably not as friendly. I re-read the letter, and it is fine, except
IN>for my personal identity, which you should please safeguard totally, and
IN>the first paragraph. The first paragraph is not only irrelevant to the
IN>story, but also is pretty identifiable as written by me. To those who
IN>know me, that may be true of the whole thing, but they would not be able
IN>to prove anything, so go ahead.

I’ll remove the first paragraph, and anything else that points to you.

IN>2. Have not yet had time to go over “BfF I” in the detail I
IN>promised, to send you the minor typos, etc. Hope to do so today,
IN>if not, tomorrow.

I’ll wait on both stories for your criticism.

IN>3. “Bound for Fun II” – the blistering literary criticism! ;=}

IN>Anyway, I liked “BfF II” It certainly
IN>did not squick me. It dealt well with the trust issues, and the whole
IN>fascination with violence and torture as “fun” when in the real world
IN> 1) they actually go on, and
IN> 2) they are __NO fun.

Amen.

IN>Now, the literary hard part for me, is that I must tell you that you
IN>did not pull the wool over the reader’s eyes. This reader, at least.
IN>Jones is clearly too careful of Lynn’s feelings, her peripheral
IN>circulation, etc. etc. for him to actually be planning to kill her
IN>This plot reminds me of the movie “The Sting” I thought that
IN>was a fantastic movie, because it was all about a sting operation, and
IN>audience member thinks he is in on it, but in the end, gets totally
IN>taken in himself, and actually gasps when it appears that one of the good
IN>guys kills the other. Again, at least this viewer.

IN>I do not read a lot of the NC stories, except the Parker works,
IN>and so I am not too good at telling you what a NC perpetrator must “think
IN>like” in a story, but one thing is that he must be totally
IN>uncaring about the victim, except regarding leaving clues.
IN>Clues don’t really have to do with
IN>the victim, just protecting himself, but at least that as close as he gets
IN>to giving a damn about the victim. Jones is way too careful.
IN>He is also clearly too nice a guy. I really don’t know
IN>how to remedy this from the dramatic
IN>viewpoint in the story. That he is careful is okay,
IN> but that he is careful of the girl’s
IN>feelings and comfort is not. I don’t know how to get across his care,
IN>and maybe carefully and intentionally mislead the innocent reader, with
IN>statements
IN>that when read quickly look like the self-centered detail worries of a
IN>schmuck trying to cover the clues, but on rereading after the surprise
IN>ending actually may be interpreted to see that he was looking out for
IN>her all along. A difficult task,
IN>but the only way I can see to get the desired effect and leave it in 1st
IN>person.

The idea was never to pull the wool over the reader’s eyes. The Idea was
to see if you could convince the reader that “Joe” was good enough and
convincing enough to pull the wool over Lynn’s eyes. Since you don’t point
…End of the part3. To be continued..