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Mark broke off the kiss and reached for the cookies. Slowly, he
crumbled them along the center of her chest, watching them fall
against her glowing skin.

“Santa, you’re getting messy again. You really must clean up
after yourself.” She grinned at him. She watched him as his
head dipped down, licking up the crumbs slowly, his beard softly
rasping her skin. “Mmmmm, yes. Now, don’t miss any.” He looked
back up at her, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, and made a
show of licking very carefully between her breasts catching each
small crumb.

“Sorry-no milk there for the cookies. You’ll just have to get a
glass.” She grinned back. He answered her by nipping her
engorged nipple.

“Tease.” She sighed. “Is this my Christmas present?”

“Oh, no, it’s mine.” He licked another line up to the tip of
her breast catching the last of the cookies.

“While I love all this attention, this really isn’t very
comfortable, sweetheart.” She said wriggling against the carpet.

“Hold that thought,” as he got up and strode quickly to the
couch, removing the shams and the afghan they kept there for
chilly nights.

Gently, he lifted her head up and put the pillow under her.
The crumbs were gone, and she turned to her side. He laid down
beside her, pulling her naked back against his chest, then
wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

“I love you,” he murmured as they watched the fire. She pulled
his arm tighter around herself in response.

“The fire is nice. It’s almost hypnotic.” She said. “I could
almost sleep here, if the floor wasn’t so hard.” She added.

“I was thinking the same thing.” They listened to the crackle
of the fire, his hands gently caressing her abdomen and the
undersides of her breasts. She took his hand and brought it to
her lips, kissing it softly before returning it to its
wanderings.

“Lets put the air mattress down here next year. After the kids
go to bed, we’ll put it up, and sleep in front of the fire…a
new
Christmas tradition.”

“Will I be able to eat the cookies in bed?” he squeezed her.

“No crumbs in my bed!” she grinned, turning in his arms and
kissing his jaw.

“Actually, that would be nice…then I wouldn’t have to drag you
upstairs to give you your Christmas present, since you require
more comfort than the floor. You know, now that I think about
it, it would probably be safer too, with the fire and all.”

She nodded sleepily against him, “The kids are going to be up
at the break of dawn.”

He sighed, then stood up and placed the grate in front of the
fireplace.

“Did you put out Santa’s Letter?” she asked.

“Yep, right on the cookie plate, properly covered in cookie
crumbs.” He paused. “I’ll race you upstairs…and whoever wins
has
to give the other their Christmas present tonight.” He smirked.

“Oh, no. You promised me.” She giggled, tossing the pillows for
him to put up as she raced him up the stairs.

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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’m wearing a white, see-through apron that covers my tits and my
thighs but there’s nothing at the back but the bow where it’s tied,”
Cathie continued breathlessly. “While I’m serving them supper on the
coffee table, all of them feel my bare bum. I can see you’re watching
but you don’t say anything about them feeling me up.”

“Yes, go on,” I said, allowing my cock to slide up her ass to the root.
I began tickling the underside of her clitoris, which she seems to like.

“You tell me the supper isn’t any good,” said Cathie. “You tell me I
have to have a spanking. You pull me over your lap so everyone can see
my bare bum up in the air and you spank me…hard…for a long time.
You spank me and spank me.”

Cathie’s last sentence coincided with two deep thrusts of my cock,
in and out of her asshole. The month was July and I could feel that I
was soaked in sweat. Looking at Cathie’s back, I could see perspiration
droplets blossoming through her white T-shirt.

“Does it hurt?” I asked softly, continuing to fuck her ass.

“Yesss,” she answered. “It hurts and it burns and my bum is all red
and stinging. You just keep spanking me harder and harder until my whole
rear feels like it’s on fire.”

“Then what happens?” I asked.

“You push me down onto the carpet on my stomach and all three of them
stand over me and masturbate until they all come all over my ass and
back.”

At this point I had Cathie almost onto her stomach on the couch and I
was stroking in and out of her bottom with short, hard, angry strokes.

“Did you like that?” I asked “Did you like them coming all over you?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped.

“Then what happens?” I wanted to know.

“Then one of them decides he wants to fuck my bum,” she said clearly.
“They all push me head first over the coffee table and the one who wants
to fuck my bum gets behind me. He pushes his cock all the way up my ass
the first time and he starts fucking me. And it hurts.”

“Do you like it?” I gasped, slightly out of breath.

“Yes. YES!” she said, fucking her ass onto my cock.

“Then what?” I whispered in her ear, my cock pistoning in her asshole.
I was very near to coming and I could feel Cathie was about to explode
too.

“He fucks me and he fucks me and he fucks me,” she breathed in rhythm
with our own fucking. “He fucks my bum and he fucks my bum and he fucks
my bum.”

I’m sure my voice cracked when I said, “Yes???”

“After the first one comes in me, another one takes his place and he
decides to fuck my ass again.”

“Mmmmppphhh,” I said.

“Then the second one comes in me and the third one fucks me up the bum.”

“And you like it,” I prompted, about to come myself.

“Yes!” Cathie cried out.

“You like it,” I said again.

“Yes, I like it, I like it!” Cathie cried out. “All of them fucking me
in my ass. I like it, I like it!”

I think I let go first, but it was close. As my cock was gushing come
up her ass, suddenly her asshole clamped down hard on my cock, squeezing
it tighter and tighter. I experienced spasm after spasm during the time
her anal canal had an intense grip on my cock. Eventually Cathie relaxed
and my cock lay, erect, like a wooden pole buried deep in her bottom.

When I returned to my senses, after minutes that seemed like eons,
I heard Cathie say, “Leave it up there, Goss. We’ll watch Jay Leno,
then I’ll tell you another fantasy, a better one.”

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

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

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

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

Horny for you,
Carla

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Willing Lover.


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..

Jill and I were best friends all through high school, always together
and looking for good times. This either meant finding boys, or parties
or raising some sort of hell. Sometimes we’d drive around, looking for
a couple of guys in a car to flirt with, then lose them if we wanted to
“teach ‘em a lesson”.

Jill is beautiful without any question. She’s five foot six, with a
pair of very nice, long legs, blonde hair that falls halfway down her
back, blue eyes, and she’s very shapely…how does 38D-24-35 sound?
Dreamy isn’t it? Jill usually gets all the guy’s eyes when she walks
into a room, and her love of wearing tight sweaters doesn’t help. I’m
not so lucky. I’m only five three, with red hair, gray eyes (which is
unusual for a redhead I’m told), 108 pounds, and a modest 34C-23-35
figure. Along with the orange hair, I’ve got a typical redhead’s
peaches-and-cream complexion, with freckles here and there. Jill and I
have been friends forever it seems, and this last year was the first
year we spent apart, her going to USC and me going to CAL-Berkeley. We
both went home for the summer, and quickly caught up on the juicy
details of each other’s lives. So the first thing to do was to call up
some guys and get dates right? Wrong! Almost every guy we knew was
“hooked” by some gal, here or at school. So Jill and I fell back on
each other, and went to a movie together.

After the movie, we stopped at Marie Calendar’s pie shop, talking about
our interests (in guys at our schools), and Jill told me about something
she did that got me really excited. Jill had worked out late one day,
and she finished showering in the girl’s locker room and was just about
to leave the school. She saw a few guys on the football team working
out on the field and she watched them for a few minutes. Neither of us
knows who to thank for those spandex uniform pants, but they don’t hide
much! Jill cautiously crept into the men’s locker room, hiding in a
utility closet and peering out the slotted vents. Sure enough, these
guys come in, and start stripping down to shower, with Jill watching!
The closet was near the showers, and, according to Jill, she could see
both the lockers and the showers easily. One of the guys, came out of
the shower and stood there, toweling off in front of Jill’s closet door!
Jill said she was practically drooling, because this guy’s dick was
about six inches long, and it wasn’t even hard! All those flat stomachs
and tight asses had Jill all excited, and when the guys left, she crept
out of the locker room. I told her I didn’t believe it, and when we got
back to her house, she showed me a jock-strap she’d taken from one of
the lockers that had been unlocked! Like I said; Jill and I can really
get into trouble.

It was about a week later, when we went to a local bar, using fake IDs,
that we started our really nasty summer adventures. We let two guys hit
on us, and we were dancing and getting a bit drunk. Finally, we went
outside to their car, and necked for a few minutes. Both these guys
proved that they were jerks when they figured we were drunk enough to
let them do anything. The guy I was with put his hand under my top and
was squeezing my tits, and of course I was rubbing his dick through his
pants, feeling it grow. Jill was in the front seat, and I could hear
her moan but I couldn’t see what was going on. The guy with me tried to
unbutton my pants, but I stopped him, not wanting to get out of control
in the car. Jill and I finally said we had to go to the restroom, and
that they should both be stripped and ready for action when we got back.
Of course we went around to the front and got into my car and drove off,
both of us laughing at the thought of those two “studs” sitting naked in
the car, waiting for us.

The night was still young, and we were both a bit tipsy, so we drove
over to the beach. It was dark and quiet, and we let the fresh air
clear our heads as much as possible. Just as we rounded a small rock
outcropping, we heard someone moaning. We stopped and listened, and
peering through the gloom, we could see a couple fucking on the beach.
Jill and I watched, making some very scandalous and critical remarks
about the whole thing. They both came, the guy just before the girl,
and by the time they finished and started dressing, Jill and I were
sopping wet. We turned around and started back up the beach, when we
saw a guy walking towards us. It was pretty dark, and when he was about
ten feet or so away, he said “hello”. His voice was so sexy, that I
stopped and we both started talking to him. He said his name was Jeff,
and he asked us if we’d like to walk down the beach with him. Jill and
I really didn’t want to walk with him, and he smiled and said that he
understood (too many crazies around). So we talked for a bit, and Jill
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Her lips were pouting and wet, and she smiled at me again.

“Just to see if you still taste as good,” she said, and then went
down on her knees while I stood there by the side of the bed, and the
next thing I knew she was licking away at my pouty cunt lips.

Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was watching. He was
looking more than happy. Well, most men would have looked happy to have
seen two naked women there, with one of them licking away at the others
cunt.

I felt a thrill go through me as Jane’s wet tongue lapped away at my
pussy lips. Then, she was just poking away inside me with the tip of her
tongue, pushing just the tip inside my cunt, getting a taste of my hot
sweet juices.

After a minute or so, during which time she gave me a couple of good
orgasms, she stood up and licked her lips.

“You taste as good as ever,” she said.

“I want a taste,” said Bill.

“You can suck her out later,” said Jane, steering me toward the bed.
“Right now, Carol here wants to feel that cock of yours inside her cunt,
that’s right, isn’t it Carol?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said.

“Okay, come here and get fucked,” said Bill.

“How do you want it?” asked Jane.

“Well, Jane,” I said. “It would be nice if you sat on my face so
that I could suck you out, while Bill fucked my pussy with his lovely
cock.”

“Now, that’s what I call a good idea,” said Jane.

I smiled and nodded, and I was pleased that she was going along with
what I wanted. This really was a secret desire come true, and I was sure
I was really going to enjoy every single thing that happened to me
during the course of the night.

I lay flat on my back, and then Jane moved up the bed and within a
few seconds she was crouched over my face, so that by looking up I could
see every single detail of her pussy.

Large drops of pussy juice were dripping down from her cunt, and
these were soon splashing over my face, and those drops were hot and
lovely. I opened my mouth and some fell inside and I drank them down
…. They tasted as good as ever.

Bill was watching all this. That is the good thing about a
threesome. A man has so much to watch. It must be a real turn on for a
man to see all that.

Anyway, she was above my face and her hot cunt was dripping juice,
and I was drinking it down making my own pussy produce gobs of juice of
it’s own.

Then Jane sat all the way down smothering my mouth with her pungent
pussy. It gave me both the opportunity and the pleasure to snake my
tongue up into her cunt and begin licking her out.

I heard her shout with joy as my tongue went up inside her, and soon
she was shaking like mad, proving that my efforts were making her cum
again and again.

I sucked away, lapped away up there inside her nice tasty pussy
hole, and then I felt something that made me have a huge climax.

What I felt was the head of a huge cock against my cunt lips, and
that is the sensation that will give any woman a mind blowing orgasm.

That cockhead of Bills was all purple, hot and huge, throbbing as he
pushed it gently against my pussy lips. I felt him increase the
pressure, then felt my lips part and my cunt cream flood and cover that
…End of the part3. To be continued..

3

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..

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.

Dryad
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“Where are my keys!” She yelled, rushing around the house like a banshee. “Fuck, this is
just what I need.” She muttered, then screamed, “Bill! Jesus, where are my keys? I’m
gonna be late!”

Nothing had gone right today. Rumor had it she was about to be downsized out of a job,
her car hadn’t started when it was time to leave work, so she’d been late picking up the
kids from the daycare. She got a mustard stain on her favorite shirt, and to top it off, she
found out she gained ten pounds.

Maybe some scream therapy would work. “BIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!”

He came bounding down the stairs. “The kids are in bed, hun. You need to relax.”

“I NEED to get going. Where are my damn keys!!?” she fumed, flitting from one place
to another, panicking.

Bill chased her down and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Kim. Sloooowwww down.
Take a deep breath. Your keys are right there on your purse.” She jerked toward her
purse. “Uh, not yet. Look at me.” She had the freaked out look of a deer in the headlights
of a semi.

“Bill, I gotta get…” It was as far as she got. His lips closed over hers blocking out the
rest of her words, slowing her mind. He kissed her sensuously, his hands on her
shoulders, kneading out the tension present. His lips traced hers; his tongue explored her
mouth slowly, as though he were counting her teeth.
That made her smile into the kiss, as he pulled back. “Now, where do you need to go so
badly?” watching to see that jacklit look in her eyes disappear.
“I’m supposed to be at a voter’s meeting tonight.” She sighed heavily.
“You aren’t presenting, right?” he looked at her questioningly.
“No, I’m not. But I should…” she started to sputter.
“You should relax. They aren’t going to miss your vote. You’re staying here, so you can
get some relaxation therapy.”
She smiled wanly. In the earlier years of their marriage, that is what she’d called it. Her
stress relief. Now, she was luck to get the time to breath. Bill had actually been very
good about it lately. She knew the lack of intimacy had to be hurting him as well. She
slid up against him. “You’re right, we have been neglecting each other.”
He smiled. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.”
She kicked of her shoes, taking a deep breath. She wandered into the living room and sat
down, facing the fireplace. There was a chill in the air, so Bill had started a fire. When
was the last time I sat and watched flames? She watched the colors mix, the tawny
yellows and rust oranges. She felt her tension release some. After a few moments, she
felt Bill’s hand on her shoulder.
“Close your eyes.” She could hear the smile in his voice. She complied, and felt him
reach for her hands, pulling her up and leading her away. She smiled, wondering what
her inventive husband had up his sleeve. She thought she was near the bathroom.
“Keep your eyes closed now.” He released her hands, and began to unbutton her blouse.
Gently, he moved her hands back down to her sides when she reached to assist him. She
felt the humidity in the air, the scented steam of her favorite bath salt. Bill unbuttoned
her skirt, and helped her to step out of it. He carefully pinned her hair up. When she was
totally nude, he lifted her in his arms, and placed her in the tub full of warm soothing
water.
“I’ll be right outside, if you need anything,” he told her. She opened her eyes. The
bathroom door was indeed shut, and Bill was not there. Candles were placed at the
corners of the bath, flickering in the rising steam. A glass of wine was placed on edge of
the tub. Kim smiled. When was the last time I took a bath? When she thought Bill
hadn’t forgotten anything, she heard the strains of Enya’s Watermark come through the
speakers of their sound system.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” She called out softly.
“Nope, this is for you. I’ll be here to thank when you get out.”

Kim sank deeper into the water, the scent of lemongrass and ginger enveloping her. The
steam made the candles flickered, and she sighed deeply. The water eddied around her
body, the currents making whisper soft touches against her skin. She felt the tension
begin to leave her body, her legs and arms slightly floating in the buoyant water. The
water made soft gurgles as her body shifted slightly.
She let her body soak, until the once hot water turned tepid, then took the large bath sheet
hanging nearby and wrapped it around herself as she stood up. She let the water out, just
as Bill opened the door.

“How are you feeling now?” he said softly, as his hands took the towel, and slowly dried
her off.
She sighed. ” Much better. Thank you. I don’t remember the last time I did that.” She
leaned up, giving him a soft kiss. He returned it, before lifting her up.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” He asked.
Kim squirmed in anticipation, wondering what was next.
He carried her back into the living room, and laid her down on the soft quilt he placed
before the fire. Off the hearth, he took the glass cruet of warming oil. She quietly rolled
over onto her stomach, her head resting on the pillow he provided. He dribbled the
vanilla scented oil down her spine. He placed the cruet back on the hearth, close the fire.
Then the phone rang. The first ring jarred them, by the second, she was pushing her torso
up with her hands.
“Kim, don’t get it.” He pleaded.
“Its probably the committee.” She sighed heavily.
“Fine, I’ll get it.” He jumped up before she could reply.
He answered it on the third ring. “Hello? …Yes, she’s here…” He looked at her naked
form on the floor, “No, she can’t come to the phone…Yes, mmmhmmm. No, she’s a bit
under the weather. I’ll let her know.”
Bill hung up the phone and quietly moved back to her side. “What did they want?”
“Don’t worry about it. Its nothing important; I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He whispered in
her ear. She leaned up to argue, then thought better of it. She was getting spoiled, why
mess with that?
His hands were back on her back, long strokes on either side of her spine. She sighed
softly, as she felt her lower back roll under and release. His hands rolled back up, rolled
in fists, his knuckles pressed into her tense muscles. Bill shifted, so that he was
straddling her thighs. With the better angle, he worked out more and more of the tense
spots in her bad. Kim mewed softly, her body softening beneath his touch.
When her back was soft, pliant and relaxed, Bill moved lower, and began to massage her
buttocks. Her feet began to turn outward, eyes closed. “Watermark” faded out, and
“Book of Secrets” started. The music flowed over her, as the oil and Bill’s hands
followed. The tone was seductive, middle-eastern; dark and smoky. His hands followed
suit, and warm kneading became soft sensual touches. The warmth licked at her sides,
down her thighs, between her thighs.
The smoky light from the fire made her skin glow. Bill sighed softly. His fingers moved
gently over her thighs, teasing, testing. She moaned softly as his fingers dipped between
her thighs. She felt him lean forward, felt him press a soft kiss onto the small of her
back. Slowly, sleepily, she rolled over.
“Hi” she whispered softly, her eyes at half-mast, smiling up at him.
“Hi yourself.” He smiled back at her. She raised her arms to him, and he took her silent
invitation. The first kiss was sensual, lingering. Her fingers found the hair at the nape of
his neck, teased it. Her chest moved of its own volition, rising to meet his. They fell into
each other gracefully, lovers who knew each other, and had no need to rush.
His hands stroked her hair, kissing down along her collarbone, smiling when he felt her
shiver.
“Cold?” he questioned softly as he shifted down to her chest, grasping a nipple and
suckling it.
“Hell, no, its downright tropical.” She laughed shakily. He watched the color rise on her
chest, and as always, thought how beautiful it was; the slow pink of her arousal rise from
her center up her chest to her neck and face; like watching the rising of the sun.
He dipped into the sunrise, meeting the line of pink as it crossed her diaphragm. His
tongue dipped lower, swirling around her navel. Kim sighed softly, her fingers wrapping
through his hair, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him lower. He took the not
so subtle suggestion, and trailed downward, where he dawdled. First he kissed her inner
thigh, then licked the apex where it met her groin. The smell was heady, of vanilla,
ginger and what was uniquely her own scent. His nose nuzzled, teasing her, as her body
began to move against him sinuously, her legs still held captive by Bill’s. She moaned
softly, almost in time with the music, when he finally touched her center with his tongue.
He placed his hands on her hips, as his tongue flicked at her in time to the music. The
sounds, the scent, the touch, all wrapped her in a sensual haze.
Kim’s body writhed beneath him, unable to focus on anything except the feel of his
mouth and fingers teasing her. She felt the wave building, the tension she’d be holding
tight behind the dam of her emotion. Her thighs tightened around Bill’s head, her bottom
leaving the floor as her back bowed with tension. Suddenly, the dam burst and the tension
died down in wave after wave of bliss.
Bill lightly stroked her thighs as she came down from her zenith. Her body occasionally
spasmed, the residual tension dying back, leaving her body slack and limp. As she reality
seeped back in, Bill asked her softly, “Feel better now?”
Moaning softly, she answered, “God, yes. I love you.” Her hand moved softly toward his
body clasping his hardened manhood with a smile, “But I don’t think all the tension is
gone yet, do you?”

Fin

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In keeping with the theme, there’s a lesser known reprise to the song, “Its My Party”; Called “Judy’s Turn to Cry.”

Thanks Sir Fozzie for the great read…just hope I did your version Justice:).

Normal statements: under 18, get out; it’s mine, don’t steal it; like it blow me *twinkle*.
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“Johnny!” Judy yelled. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” she pulled on his arm.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, you Shrew. You never wanted me. I was some fucking prize. Well, you’ve got a prize now, you bitch, so just shut the hell up. I’m doing what I should have done ages ago.”

The rest of the restaurant was silent. Judy wedged herself out of her seat. Her burgeoning belly hit the edge of the table. At least one person in the audience smiled a bit smugly. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Unlike most women, pregnancy did nothing to accentuate her features. Her face was mottled and swollen, and her hair had none of that expensive bottle shine that it had known. It hung lankly down her back, pulled away from her face with a cheap clip.

“Well you didn’t exactly have a problem when you wanted to fuck me, now did you? It was all, ‘Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby!’ Well. That’s what you got and don’t you forget it! It was soooo easy to get you from Dana, just a little ass wiggle and a flash of tit, and you were drooling. Pathetic!”

Johnny walked across the restaurant as Judy continued to hurl threats to him. He stopped at the table where Dana was sitting, attempting to look like she wasn’t paying attention, but failing miserably.

He looked smaller than Dana remembered. His shoulders seemed to have caved inward, like someone who’d been beaten badly by life. She had heard that he’d lost out on the scholarship he’d wanted. She wasn’t a vindictive person; she had hoped he’d get it. Perhaps being in college would’ve made him grow up. Then she shook her head.

“Hey baby.” She looked up at him, astounded. The other diners seemed to collectively hold their breath.

“Can I help you Johnny?”

He had the grace to look ashamed. He flung a look over his shoulder. “Don’t mind the banshee.” He paused for a moment. “I missed you babe. You knew how to treat a guy right. Not like that.” he jerked his head in Judy’s direction.

“Yeah, I guess there is more to life than getting laid, eh Johnny?”

He stood silently in front of her.

“Is there something you wanted Johnny? Or did you just want to irritate your blushing bride?”

“Why didn’t you give it to me, huh? I saw the grin on Mike’s face…I KNOW you were givin’ it up to him. Baby we were so good together! Everyone said so!” He pleaded with her.

She could see Judy behind him with a stunned look on her face. Her anger flushed face faded to a stark white.

“Johnny. Go back to your wife. Mike makes me happy. He doesn’t play games with me. Which is exactly why you and Judy are perfect for each other.”

“Dana. Don’t do this to me!” He pleaded, then his face hardened. He rushed past Dana to Mike, who’d just returned from the bathroom. “You! This is all your fault!” He launched himself at Mike, who stood still.

“Do you need another lesson, Johnny? You hurt her once, she doesn’t want to be hurt again.” He ducked Johnny’s roundhouse swing.

The restaurant customers watched avidly, as Judy burst into tears, trying to pull Johnny away.

“Let me go, you dumb bitch! If it weren’t for you, Dana would still be with me! Ever since I got involved with you, my life’s gone to shit!” In a rage, he raised his arm to hit her, then noticed everyone watching. His hand dropped quickly to his side.

“I think it’s time you left. You need to consider what’s important now. Take some responsibility for your own actions. You have a baby you’ll need to take care of.” Mike said steadily, watching Johnny take a deep breath.

Johnny looked at Mike, then at the rest of the audience. He turned quickly and walked out the door.

Judy stepped up to Dana. Mike watched, leery. “He still loves you, you know. As much as he can love anyone. But he’s mine.” She scowled through red-rimmed eyes. “So you stay away.” She sniffed, then she too turned away and followed him.

“You okay sweetheart?” Mike put his arm around Dana’s tense shoulders. “We can leave if you want.”

“Nah. Just a shock is all. The best thing that ever happened to me was him dumping me.” She smiled at him, and kissed his chin. “How else would I have gotten you?”

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“Put this under there too. Its small, but I think he’ll like it.”

“What is it?” She asked, curious.

He chuckled. “It’s sort of a gag. It’s a snow globe. A Middle
Eastern snow globe. Filled with sand, a few lumps of coal and
some sticks for the arms.”

She smiled. “That is a gag. Which of course means, he’ll love
it.”

“And this is for you. I hope you like it.” he handed her a box.
Looking at him for permission to open it, he nodded.

She ripped off the paper, letting it fall to the floor. In her
hand was a jewelry box, intricately and carefully carved.

“I bought this when I was in Saudi. Out in one of the small
towns, and older man was selling these. They were made of olive
wood. Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” she said as she turned it in her hand, “A
work of art. Thank you sweetheart!” She placed it under the
tree then turned to him.

They curled up on the couch together, looking at the tree. He
told her about some of the things he’d seen, what he missed. She
curled up against him, just happy he was home, feeling the
warmth of his body against hers, until she too, dropped off.
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Surrounded by tissue and Christmas paper at dawn, after
watching Michael open all his gifts, Sean stood up. “Sweetheart,
I need to go. I have another promise I need to keep.” She looked
up at him, seeing the determination in his face.

“You and your promises. It’s Christmas morning. Can’t it wait?”
she smiled at him, already aware of the answer.

“You know I wouldn’t leave if it could.” She stood up and
wrapped her arms around him once more.

“I love you.” She whispered into his ear before giving him a
kiss.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” And he stepped out the door. It
was bright morning, the snow glittered in the sunshine when she
heard a knock on the door.

“Maybe it’s one of Daddy’s friends.” She said, then called
out, “Just a minute.”

She opened the door and saw some sort of ranking officer
standing there, looking abashed.

“Sorry, ma’am to bother you on Christmas like this. May I come
in?”

“Certainly.” She stepped aside allowing him in.

“Is Sean in some sort of trouble? He shouldn’t've been here
last night, should’ve he?”

The man looked startled.

“Ma’am, is your husband Sean McConnell? Social Security number
554-67-9891?”

“Yeeeessss. What is this about…?”

“I’m sorry, I’m lieutenant Prentice. I’m sorry to do this, but
Sean was hit during a cleanup mission.”

She twittered in relief. “Oh, is that all?!” she laughed. “I
know. I saw the scar on his shoulder last night.”

The lieutenant grew pale.

“Mrs. McConnell, This was yesterday– in Iraq. He was shot by
a sniper in the left shoulder, in the back. They did everything
they could for him. I’m sorry.”

She looked at him in shock. This couldn’t be happening. Sean
was here!

Then she realized, he hadn’t said he’d be back this morning. In
her ecstasy in seeing him, she hadn’t noticed.

He wouldn’t be back.

“But, but…Lieutenant. Sean brought us gifts back. They’re
here. He was here.” She looked over her shoulder at the gifts
still sitting beneath the Christmas tree. “He promised to come
back!” she cried out, then stopped short. She fell to the
lieutenant’s shoulder, crying.

“He always kept his promises.”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

Miriam turned the key as she jostled shopping bags in her arms. She dropped everything
on the table and checked her blinking answering machine. She heard the traffic drone
behind his cultured voice:

“Hi Meri—sorry I missed you. I’ll try to make time to see
you after this trip– you know how it is. Don’t call my
cell—the wife has it for the weekend. I’ll try and call when
I get back. Love you.”

Her cat meowed and wound between Meri’s ankles. Miriam picked her up and brushed
her face into the cat’s fur.

“It’s just you and me again this weekend, Moxie.” She put the cat down and reached for
the groceries, quietly putting them away.

The weekend dragged. She watched TV, did some needlepoint. In the wee hours of the
morning, sleep still eluding her, she pulled out a worn and tattered deck of playing cards. She sat Indian style in bed, laying the cards out in the familiar pattern. She knew it was cliché—woman alone, playing solitaire, but it was better than thinking about why her bedside companion was a cat, instead of a man.

He swore it would be different. His children were grown; he could leave anytime.

By Monday she was in a rage. She was a fool, having wasted all this time on a man who
wouldn’t choose. In a fit of anger, she threw the rose vase he had sent once. The sound of the shattering glass released something inside her. Her eyes darted, searching for more breakables. She spied the lamp and slammed her fist into it. She crumpled to the floor as tears of pain and despair streamed down her lined cheek. The cat rubbed against her bloody hand.

Then the phone rang. She reached for it.

Dear friends and readers,
This is different from many of the stories you’ve seen me write. It is more or less true (names and places have been changed to protect …well, ME). I had my first real boyfriend when I was 14, and a sophomore in high school. I began my diary. Told it more than just my dating quandaries, but filled with all sorts of teenage angst and melodramatics. (and looking back, I could be incredibly melodramatic). The diary ended about a month before my wedding, so I guess you really could call this the Dating Diary.
Why post my pathetic diary? Easy. While I realize many of us write in fantasy, I’m tired of 14/16 year olds thinking like 30 year olds. Realism Folks! And what’s more real than an actual diary? In some respects the writing sucks. I have changed nothing but actual names. Thought about elaborating, but then, you’d get my near 30 year brain in places it doesn’t belong. This is what it is.
The basics, however, still apply. This is my work, (for better or worse) is copyrighted by me, and no posting without my prior permission. Celeste’s blow job principle is still in action guys. This may or may not include adult situations, so if you’re not allowed to watch a nc-17 movie, scram. All other enjoy (or not *shrug *).
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Dating Diary 1988 part 2
By Dryad

Dear Diary, 10/24/88
I asked Chris today the usual question when I see him-“Est ce que tu amore moi?” He wouldn’t answer, so I kept pushing. Finally he said no, that he liked me but It wouldn’t work romantically. He was worried about me being depressed. Right, now I’m either in shock, or I didn’t care in the first place. For some reason, I knew he really didn’t care- now I truly believe in that line in the song I wrote:
“I’ve given up on love now/ it causes too much pain.” I wrote another line to another song- “my heart’s been broken so many times/ it’s falling apart”

Why can’t my heart just leave my body? That way I wouldn’t hurt. For some reason, I was really mad (before he told me) and he told me he better not tell me (naturally I assumed the worst) I got even madder. He told me I shouldn’t assume yet, I was right.

How does a broken heart feel? It seems to me to be a dull ache inside. We came home instead of going straight from work. I’m drowning and no one will save me! I can’t cry until I go to bed. I should get an academy award for what I am about to do. My family isn’t going to know. I am going to ask Chris as a favor to a friend to help me cover it up. I hope he does. I’ve gotta go now. I’ll write tonight. I know what this is- I had a dream, and now I’m waking up. Only thing is it was too real- so it still hurts. I wrote before that love is like a roller coaster. Yeah, but mine came to a stop after turning my world upside down {Dryad note: Egad, did I really write this drivel??}

Can you believe this? Here I am at Diamond mall writing this? I got so bad I couldn’t even shop! Finally I called Chris, from here!

I’m back home now. I called Chris. I told him there were 2 ways to go. Either we are just friends, or if there is a chance of romance, go as we have been. We both agreed our minds were too foggy (due to the late hour) to decide. (not to mention, he was downstairs) I told him I didn’t know what I wanted. I would like to go on the way we have, but not if there isn’t a change for me. It wouldn’t be fair to me to keep me dangling. I’m really zonked. Gotta go. Bye bye.

Dear Diary, 10/30/88
Chris never called me. Right now I don’t expect he’ll ever call.

Sasha came over today. She said something about keeping work and personal life separate. Linc noticed how I jumped (as he said, 5ft) when he came into the office during break. He asked Sasha how he should bring it up and Sasha told him she’d handle it. I told her be probably wouldn’t have to worry about it much longer. Therefore she is the only one besides Chris who knows about what happened. You are the only one, Diary, who knows everything though. So much for my love life! Who needs it? I’m going to become a hermit and live by myself. (idea- Crista says that Seth wants to be a hermit too.) I’m through with love- I’m not touching unless someone throws themselves at me. (besides Rod, heaven forbid) I’m going to be a writer; a best selling writer and everyone will die for me just to shake my hand! There, I fixed that! Chris said I had talent. I’ll make him wish he never said no! yeah, I’m hurt. I’m sick of the whole damned human race!

This is a song I wrote:
The memory of his kiss
Is still fresh in my mind
The las words he said
The feeling of his hand in mine
But now he’s gone
And I don’t know if I can go on.

Chorus: why did he leave?
Why did I say goodbye?
I loved him
But I let him go.
Now I’m the one that’s hurting
And he’s the one that’s gone away.

I put a padlock on my heart
He pried it open and crawled inside
I felt without knowing
I gave without caring
If my love was going to be returned.
(repeat chorus)
I ought to be used to this by now
My hearts been broken so many times
Its falling apart
Now I cry nearly every night
Especially when I see a picture of him.
(repeat chorus)
(repeat first verse)

I feel better now diary-writing songs usually has that effect on me. So does sleepyness, which is why I’m gonna stop here. Night!

Dear Diary, 10/31/88
Halloween! Tonight I was Odin, King of the Norse Gods. Mom and dad got mad, because I used so much powder in my hair. Chris still hasn’t called. I called him Wednesday since tomorrow is Katie and Dad’s birthday. 6 months (I think) and I finally got my period (unfortunately) I’ve got homework; bye.

Dear Diary, 11/1/88
It’s Katie and dad’s birthday. I got really bad in school today. I nearly cried in study and I when I saw that boy that looks like Chris. I hate myself for feeling so depressed but I can’t help it.
I really like Mr. Cloog. He’s a teacher I can relate to. I still have my period I Hate it. I’m going to bed now, night!

Dear Diary, 11/2/88
Chris still hasn’t called-I didn’t have time between trying to finish everything (Friday’s the last day of the marking period) Melissa asked me again about working on the stage crew. I told her who lived near me, and who to ask for a ride for me. She was supposed to call me, but she hasn’t.
My room’s cleaner-I did all my regular homework and part of my makeup work. I made apple and rose potpourri. It ought to be done by Christmas. (ripening time) I’ve gotta go to bed.
P.S. Katie said she read you!!

Dear Diary, 11/3/88
My room is clean, and Deirdre can give me a ride.
I called Chris today. He was in the shower so he called me back. He said to him, boyfriend and girlfriend meant love and if we went on as we were we would be so we ruled that out.
At least that ‘s cleared up. Now maybe my heart will mend. I really feel terrible (about this)
How long does it take to fall out of love? I’ll tell you when I find out.
Why can’t I just cry and get it all out? Everytime I hear “addicted” “I know how he feels” see the boy who looks like Chris or such instance as what Mr. Cloog said today makes me almost but never have.
Oh yeah, Mr. Cloog was talking about a word meaning Rejection; he says something on the idea of “your boyfriend tells you he doesn’t want to go out with you anymore.” I nearly screamed. I’m another Julliet on the stage of life, and my romeo doesn’t care. I have to start something else or I’ll just wither away into the woodwork and die. I’ve gotta go to bed now.

Dear diary, 11/4/88
…End of the part1. To be continued..

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

A horny mom-to-be won’t be satisfied until you pump her belly full of baby batter. They’re knocked up, but they still need hard cocks to fuck!

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