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The first thing I noticed upon returning to my senses was the peculiar
sensation of lying supine in a strange location. I was still naked but on a
soft surface, much like a bed. The lighting was a bit dim, the
surroundings seemed feminine, and the linens were perfumed. My wrists were
locked into fur-lined shackles and confined above my head, with both ankles
being fastened to the bedposts at the other end in a similar fashion.
There was a good deal of laughing and revelry coming from an adjacent room,
all of which seemed to be female voices. It sounded like a party. I
strained to hear some of the things being said, but all of the chatter was
interspersed with giggling and wasn’t too lucid. After a short period of
time, a woman poked her head in the door and called out to the partygoers
after noticing my emerging consciousness.
“Gina!” the voice said. “He’s awake!” She abruptly closed the door and
began conversing with someone in the hall. I tried to shake the cobwebs
from my head as I seemed to hear the assemblage of voices move away. When I
had almost drifted to sleep again, the door opened and an attractive woman
came inside.
It was the woman who had prosecuted me in the courtroom. She had changed
from her business suit into blue jeans and a sweatshirt, but my body still
tensed in mortification at her presence. She smiled sweetly as she sat upon
the bed, and roughly grabbed and pulled my face towards her as I began to
glance away.
“You can look at me, Daniel,” she said, smiling infectiously stroking my
hair lightly. “In fact, I want you to look at me!”
“What happened? Where am -” I was still a bit groggy from whatever drug
they had used to sedate me in the courtroom.
“The jury retired after you deprived us of your conscious presence,” Gina
said, matter of factly. “You were subsequently convicted of first degree
rape. It took them about fifteen minutes to decide.”
“Well, why–why am I here? Where’s my own attorney? What-what’s going
on?” I strained against my bonds. “Why am I tied up like this?”
“You’re here because I wanted you here.” Gina licked her lips and trailed
her fingernail sensuouly down my neck. “I defeated you in public before
the world, and now it gives me enormous pleasure to defeat you in private.”
“What are you talking about?” I raised my head as much as the restraints
would allow. Gina smiled.
“Minutes after the unanimous verdict was read, the world’s various
governments ordered the full implementation of a global policy of male
management. That order is being carried out as I speak, with males
worldwide being separated from one another and segregated into small groups
for transport to labor camps at diverse locations.” I groaned and leaned
back as Gina’s light touch danced about my erect nipples.
“In fact, Daniel, you are now something of a pariah amongst the male
population.” She continued to rub me softly, with my own humiliation
heightened by my arousal. “Some of them speak of inflicting bodily injury
on you. Others talk openly of murder. They consider you weak and
worthless, a poor representative of your own gender.” Gina suddenly reached
down and cupped my scrotum, giggling audibly as she stared into my eyes.
“Which, of course, is what you are. That’s why we targeted you for
prosecution and for this demonstration.” Gina brought my thickening organ
to a fully erect state with some skillful stimulation, much as she had in
the courtroom. She continued to speak.
“We will, naturally, fully protect your safety and provide you with a
comfortable existence. You will never have to work in the camps with the
other males. In fact, you won’t be allowed to work at all. Which is why
you’ll probably never again see another male in person for as long as you
live. From time to time, we’ll take pictures of you apparently living a
life of luxury and leak those photographs to the males in the camps.” She
grinned from ear to ear as I squirmed in agony. “Keeping the males angry at
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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“Fuck the couch,” she said. “Pee on my face.”

I directed a long stream of warm urine over her eyes, nose and mouth.
Cathie giggled. “It’s up my nose,” she complained, snorting.

“I want to see it going into your perfect mouth,” I said.

“Me too,” she said. “Push back a bit so I can see too.”

I sat back on my haunches and released a long stream of urine at
her open mouth. I could see her eyes watching the process intently.
Eventually her mouth filled up and there was a period of swallowing,
choking and spitting. I forced myself to stop.

Cathie shook her head. Her hands were trapped behind my legs. “Turn me
over and pull my jeans down and pee on my panties,” she asked. “Soak them,
then spank my bum a little.”

Disciplining myself not to piss, the elastic of the track pants tight
under my balls and my cock swinging free, I stood beside the couch
and grabbed the waist of Cathie’s jeans, rolling her onto her stomach.
She couldn’t help, that would have spoiled things for her. Reaching under
her, I undid her belt and the button at her waist. Then I unzipped
her jeans. Finally, I yanked the waist of her jeans to her thighs,
leaving sheer, pink panties covering her bulging ass.

Still standing upright, I sighed with relief and holding my cock in my
right hand, I allowed a long stream of urine to shower down onto her up
thrust, pink panty-covered ass. As the urine soaked the silky material,
the pink panties became transparent, highlighting her big, twin globes.

“It’s so warm it’s hot,” said Cathie, her face buried in pillows. “Goss,
it feels so good and so sexy. I want you to pee on me from now on,
every time you need to pee, do it on me. Don’t waste it in the toilet!”

Although I had more in me, I stopped the urine stream directed onto
her ass.

“From now on,” said Cathie, her face still muffled in the pillows, “Every
time you need to pee at home, Goss, just stand up and pull your cock out.
Then stick it in my mouth and let go. It tastes kind of salty but I like
the taste. Somehow, drinking you makes me feel peaceful and sexy.”

“OK,” I said, nonplused.

“Now spank my wet bum for awhile, through my panties,” Cathie said.
“Spank it really hard, OK?”

I pushed the coffee table away behind me and knelt beside the couch on
my knees. My right hand smacked Cathie’s bottom.

“Ohhh, yeah,” she murmurred. “Spank me good, lover.”

I have to admit, I’m always fairly disinterested in spanking Cathie but it
seems to give her pleasure, so I continued to slap her bottom as hard as
I could. I got some satisfaction out of watching her writhe on the couch,
pumping her hips down into the couch cushions like she was fucking them.

“Pull my panties down and spank my bare bum,” she pleaded after five
or ten minutes. Grasping the elastic waist with both hands, I pulled
her wet panties down, just below the lower curve of her ass cheeks.
The twin globes of her wide, fat ass were pink and glowing.

Cupping my hand, I landed several slaps on each round hind cheek.
Cathie yelled, “Ow! Damn! It hurts! It hurts so good, Goss! Ow, Owwww!
My whole bum is just burning up. Spank me some more, Goss. Spank my bum
harder and harder.”

In spite of her pleas, I continued to slap her fat bottom with exactly
the same intensity. I knew she didn’t want it harder, just longer. Being
clinically detached from the punishment, I was the perfect instrument.
I never got carried away and hurt her more than she enjoyed.

More than ten minutes passed before she said, “Stop, stop, I’ve had
enough for tonight. Really, I have.”

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

Horny for you,
Carla

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Pete finally pulled out of me, and I felt like I’d been fucked by a
horse! Jill moved down and licked my pussy from behind. I was beyond
orgasming just then, but it felt good. Jill told me that my pussy
stayed wide open for a few minutes and she stuck her tongue in my gaping
cunt hole. Chris wasn’t finished, and she started sucking Pete’s huge
cock. I just watched for a while, too exhausted to move, and Jill’s
tongue felt sooooo good! Pete was only half hard, but he was still
huge. About 9 inches I’d guess. I watched Chris suck most of him down,
choking slightly. Jill sat up and rolled me over, kissing me and
letting me suck her tongue like Chris had done mine. I love Jill, and I
realized it then, and I wanted to leave with her just so we could hold
each other and kiss all night. Chris started sucking Jeff, and Pete was
fucking her. I wondered where these guys got their stamina. Jill laid
me in her lap and caressed my tits while we watched. Chris was kneeling
with Pete behind her and she sucked Jeff’s cock all the way down. Both
the guys were getting into it when Chris changed the game. “Fuck my ass
with it! Shove it up my ass!” She moaned to Pete. “Are you sure?”
Pete said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “FUCK MY ASSHOLE YOU PRICK!
CUM IN MY ASS!” Pete slowly slid that huge cock in her ass. Jill and I
moved over to get closer.

Neither of us believed what we saw. Oh, sure, Jill and I had both had
our boyfriend do that, but never with such a huge cock! Chris grunted
as though she were passing a big bowel movement, and then Pete’s cock
slid up her ass. I put my hand on her stomach and I could feel her
getting filled. Jill had one hand on her pussy while she watched, and
my own asshole itched with at the idea of his huge cock there. Pete
moved in and out slowly, holding several fingers around the base so he
wouldn’t hurt her. Chris started moving her ass faster and faster, and
Pete just stayed still, letting her fuck his cock. I was still fucked
out, but my pussy was so wet watching, I started fingering my own pussy.
Jill laid down and started sucking Chris’s tits and I sat on Jill’s
tits, rubbing my wetness over her big tits. I was watching Pete’s cock
slide in and out of Chris’s ass in amazement. Jeff groaned and I could
see Chris jerking his shaft up and down into her mouth. She sat up
suddenly and kissed me, Jeff’s sperm flooding my mouth as a surprise.
Her breath was ragged in my mouth, her ass full of Pete’s pumping cock,
and a lot of Jeff’s sperm ran down our faces and onto my tits. Chris
moaned into my mouth and shuddered. She was coming and I knew why.
Jill’s fingers were rubbing her cunt. Jill grabbed the sofa and moaned,
her hips were shaking, and she put her face down on Jeff’s still stiff
cock. Pete pulled out of Chris’s ass quickly, making her cry out. He
stepped over Chris’s back, straddling her and jerking his cock. I was
wondering what he was doing, and slid back, letting Jill begin to sit
up. Pete turned towards me and shot a thick stream of his cum against
my tits. Then another. What didn’t land on me, dripped onto Jill below
me, or Chris’s back. Pete spermed again, and hit my mouth and cheeks.
It felt good, and when he stopped, I looked down at Jill. She had some
on her cheek, but most of it had landed on her big beautiful tits. We
licked each other off, and Jeff, Pete and Chris all watched.

Finally, laying in Jill’s arms, I looked over and saw that the three of
them were cozied up together too. My ass was up in the air and Jeff
came over to me stroking his still hard cum slick cock. I knew I wanted
him to fuck me again and started to wiggle my ass towards him. Jeff
spread my legs and pressed his hot cock up my cunt banging me with hard
fast strokes. I began to get off again and Chris crawled over to me and
got up under my legs and began to suck and lick my clit while Jeff
pounded his hot shaft up my quivering pussy. I began to climax again
and Chris made Jeff pull out before he shot his load. Spreading my ass
cheeks Chris put Jeff’s throbbing cock against my asshole and told him
to fuck my anus. I had been fucked up the ass before but the feeling I
got when Jeff pressed his hot stiff meat up my asshole was too much to
be believed between his hot cock rammed up my asshole and Chris with her
hot tongue on my clit and her fingers up my pussy I thought I would die
from the pleasure. Jeff reamed my asshole with hard pounding strokes
until I was continually in an orgasmic trance and finally filled my butt
with his thick creamy sperm as I flooded Chris’s mouth with my hot pussy
juice.

That night was the hottest sex I’ve ever had with more than one person.
Jill and I saw Chris several times after that, but now that I’m going to
USC now, we share an apartment off-campus so we can sleep with each
other all the time. We’ve both shared a guy or two, but we have the
most fun with each other or just our respective boyfriends. Somewhere
in the back of my mind, I always knew that one day Jill and I would kiss
passionately. Several times come to mind during our high school days
when I thought about doing i, but thought it would offend her. She says
the same thing. I dearly love Jill, and she loves me too. We both
still like guys, but there are times when all we want to do is hold each
other and kiss and touch, without a big rush. The guys we’ve shared
have told us that we’re two hot girls, especially when we suck their
come from each other’s pussies. I love doing that, because I know it
gives Jill lots of pleasure and she comes so much. Now I have to go.
Jill and I are going to bed, and recounting this has made me hot and
wet. For you gals out there just thinking about it, don’t be rushed.
If the girl you like touches you a lot and makes lots of very direct eye
contact, just brush her breast a little. If her eyes dilate and her
nipple gets hard, let it come naturally. That’s the best way. For you
guys, if you’re lucky enough to know a bisexual girl, let her have some
room. There are times when a woman can make you appreciate a man even
more.

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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..

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..

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

By Dryad

She didn’t know why she did it.

Sure they were on vacation, a lovely, warm vacation. Somewhere
where the sand was soft as baby powder and far away from the
heaps of snow she knew were waiting at home.

But that still didn’t explain her momentary insanity.

Her husband was off on an all day excursion fishing for Jack
Cravals and Bone Fish and maybe some Redfish. Marlin was too
much work in his opinion. After all, it’s how she had convinced
him that the Keys would be the ideal vacation. Nice scenery for
her, plenty of play for the kids, and fishing for him.

But the night before, when they’d gone down to the docks to
find a fishing charter, the boys spied it.

A pirate ship. Yes, a pirate ship in the 21st century. A Brig
to judge, two-masted, but the humming on board made her realize
it was motorized as well as sail driven. Instead of cannons
were huge water cannons. It was garishly painted black and red
and gold. The boys were jumping up and down, “Can we, can we,
can we???” as only excited 8 and 10 year olds can do.

“Of course! Mom will take you on it tomorrow, while I go
fishing.” Her husband rashly promised. So much for her nice,
quiet sunbath out on the beach. She gave him a dirty look over
the boys’ heads. He mouthed, “I’ll make it up to you.” But she
wasn’t sure how; it had to be a cruise for children and the
inebriated. Just what she was trying to get away from. So after
arranging for his fishing trip the next day, they went to the
pirate ship and arranged to join the 9 am.

Her husband woke her by accident, trying to slide out of the
bed in the predawn glow. She rolled over and tried to go back to
sleep but found it impossible. She rolled out of bed, and pulled
the light yellow sundress she had bought for the trip. It wasn’t
anything fancy, just cool, even if the straps didn’t allow for a
bra. Her assets were still saluting the sun, so she figured she
was okay with that. And anyway, it was her vacation, wasn’t it?

By 6 am, the boys were up and excited, playing “pirate” and
yelling out things like, “Aaaarrr, matey!” and “Yo, ho ho and a
bottle of Rum!” She felt bad for telling them to keep quiet but
she didn’t need them waking up the neighbors at this ungodly
hour. To while away the time she took them down to the beach,
where they could be as loud as they wanted. They picked up
driftwood sticks and began having swordfights. After some time,
she figured one of the restaurants should be open and took them
down for breakfast.

She ordered a fruit salad and a bagel while the boys chowed
down on pancakes dripping in maple syrup. She had to keep
reminding them not to talk with their mouths full. It didn’t
sink in until Cameron started coughing, choking on a bit of
bacon. After that, and an extra glass of juice, the boys settled
down albeit temporarily.

By the time they finished eating it was just about time to head
down the pier. The boys ran ahead, scared seagulls flying off
the pilings. The sea breeze that picked up blew her long hair in
front of her eyes. Near the end of the dock the boat bobbed in
the water. Already, there were a few other people, along with
the crew.

She stopped dead in her tracks. The male crewmembers were
dressed in pirate costumes, a la Errol Flynn. Tight black
leotards and flowing cream poet shirts belted with thick leather
belts low on their hips. They were a horny woman’s dream. Her
sons’ calls of “Hurry up, Mom!” shook her out of her reverie. At
least there would be something for her to do on the cruise.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

It was the annual “Hen Roost” as her husband liked to call it. Her and her two good friends would go out for the night, drinking, carousing, and male bashing. Of course, it was easy to do when he used terms like that.

She ordered a coke to start with, wanting to be sharp for the beginning festivities. Betsy was the first one in. It figured, since she was closer, and not having any kids, she’d find it easier to escape.

“Betsy! Over here!” she called out.

“Deni!” Betsy rushed over and threw her arms around her friend, then proceeded to drop a large shopping bag and her coat to her seat.

“Holy shit, Den! How much weight did you lose?” Deni did a little pirouette.

“You like? Twenty five pounds; yoga, and power walking,” she replied as they both slid into the booth.

“So, where’s Ella?” Betsy flagged down a waitress.

“I imagine she’ll be here shortly. Her kids go to bed later than mine…and she has a lot further to travel. You spending the night here like last year?”

“Hell, yeah. Too fricken far to travel back tonight. Too bad you can’t stay. Ella said she probably will.”

“Actually, I am. Ethan arranged it!” Deni grinned.

“Woohoo! Oh! There’s Ella.” Betsy cried out. “Hey Ella!” Deni laughed at how half the bar looked over at them. Ella laughed too through her blush.

“I can’t believe you did that!” She dumped her belongings down and looked at her two friends. “So…What’d I miss?” She plopped down into the booth next to Betsy as the waitress came by.

“Hi ladies. Will you be starting a tab tonight?”

The women chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Lots of talking tonight!”

“Great then. What will we start with?”

“Husband bashing for the first course?” Deni grinned.

“Oooh. I’m up for some of that!” the waitress replied, “but I have to take your drink orders.”

“I’ll have a mudslide please,” Betsy chimed in.

“Sombero please…and the more Kahlua the better.” Was Ella’s addition.

“I swear, I’m gonna call you girls the Kahlua sisters. I’d like a Tequila Sunrise please?” Deni finished as the waitress smiled and left with their order.

“Let’s go through the pictures first, before we’re too sloshed to recognize who’s who.” Deni said while she pulled her bag up to the table, digging for her collection.

“Good idea. I didn’t bring many this year. You always bring enough for the two of us.” Betsy nudged Deni.

Ella sighed as she pulled hers out. “The girls got into the pictures just before I left…so they aren’t all here…” she shuffled through, “Here is Molly’s school pictures.” She smiled.

“Pig tails, Ella? God, that’s old-fashioned! Oh wait.” Deni chuckled, “Look at Lizzie’s school picture.”

They all laughed when they saw Lizzie had braided pigtails as well. “Probably the only time I did that all year too.”

“Oh, aren’t they darling!” Betsy commented.

Ella snorted. Deni shuffled through the pictures. “Really? Take a look at this one.”

Betsy gasped when she saw the same “darling” covered with… “What IS that?”

Deni laughed. “Oh, they decided to get into the cubby where I store all the holiday stuff? That was Easter egg dye. They thought they’d use it like makeup. You should have seen the floor when I found them.” She shook her head, “it took me ages, and there are still green stains on the floor.”

“THAT is why I don’t have children. Well, that and I can’t. But it’s why we never adopted. I have enough trouble cleaning up after the dogs.” She handed the picture to Ella.

She laughed, “I recognize that. Only mine was Christy getting into my makeup.”

Pulling another picture from the pile, Betsy asked, “Was this your vacation?”

Deni nodded. ” If you can call a weekend a vacation, yes. But it was nice. The weather was gorgeous. Couldn’t've asked for better.”

The waitress showed up with the drinks, taking a moment to laugh at Lizzie covered with egg dye. “Just holler when you need more, it looks like a long night!” She grinned as she moved away.

“Now for the proof of point pictures, ladies.” Ella flipped one on top of the pile. “Remember how I said the house looked? And neither of you would believe how bad it was?”

Betsy gulped and Deni laughed. “Looks like the girls’ rooms after a long, rainy weekend.”

“So, Bets, where’re your pictures?”

“Don’t have many…just one of the dogs, one of the new garden, and one of Daren when he got sunburned.” She shuffled through the pile and pulled out the pictures she mentioned.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if
it is, it´s not what they would do. (not that you are
likely to
know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t
like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion,
what are
you doing at ASSTR? In other words, go away. If none of this
applies to
you, great! Read on! Have fun!Let me know what you like!

Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? It’s mine.
That’s right boys and girls…it’s copyrighted…so if you want
it? Just ask…we’ll talk.
**********************************************************

She stepped into the living room dropping her keys on the
table. She rolled her neck, working on getting out the strain.
She tensed when she saw it.

Her bookshelves were gone. In their place was the large 50
gallon fish tank that they stored years earlier because of its
unwieldy size. The lights were glaring against the stone strewn
bottom and a new filter system was thrumming noisily. It was
obviously just waiting for the addition of fish.

She heaved a deep sigh.

“What’s with you?” he remarked sarcastically.

“What is THAT?”

“It’s the fish tank. The one that’s been sitting in the
basement for 4 years?” He answered her with false calmness.

“Don’t be facetious. You knew what I meant.”

He shrugged.

“Great something else to take up the damn room. Do I dare ask
how much you spent putting it back together?” she glared at him.
“Of course not, I can see it in your face. You have the gall to
bitch at me over how much I spend and you go and do this? Did it
even occur to you to ask what I
thought?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it for some time. The fish
calm me down after a long day. They’re peaceful. You know I like
it. ”

“Yeah, like last time? You ended up flushing the fish down the
toilet!”

“That isn’t what happened. And even if I did, what do you care?
They were mine anyway.”

She took a deep breath. “It is what happened and you know it.
You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me. You always get
things, let me get attached, then get rid of them when YOU’RE
tired of them!”

“Fucking cunt.” he muttered. She turned away attempting to
ignore it, knowing he was trying to piss her off. She clenched
and unclenched her fists in a desperate attempt to control her
anger then stepped backward into the bedroom.

“That’s right, just like always, go and fucking pout.”

“Well, better to pout than try to talk sense into that
Neanderthal rock you like to call your brain.” she undertoned.

“What was that?!”

“Nothing.” She sighed.

“Bullshit it was nothing. If you want to say something-say it.”

“Oh, you mean like muttering ‘fucking cunt’ under your breath?
Follow your own damn advice.”

“Well, you heard it, didn’t you?” He stepped closer putting his
face in hers.

“Just go away. Talk to me when you can act like an adult.” She
turned to shut the bedroom door on him.

“Don’t you fucking dismiss me in my own damn house!” he
apoplexed.

“I stated what I had to say. If you can’t deal with, shove off.
You bitch and bitch about every little nickel and dime I spend
on fucking necessities, then you go off and spend what? A
hundred dollars?” a ghost of guilt crossed his face at this,
“and yet you STILL manage to turn this around so it’s MY fault?”
She took a deep breath. “I’m not saying you couldn’t've had it.
I’m saying it would’ve been nice to have been consulted.”

“Fine! I won’t get the fucking fish! Is that what you want?” He
stormed over to the fishtank.

“Jesus Christ! Aren’t you listening to me?” she shook her head
knowing the answer. “I’m not pissed over the fish…I’m pissed
that you didn’t bother talking to me about it. I live here too
you know.”

“Fuck this.” With that he snatched his keys off the nearby
table and stomped out the door.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your damn business!” he said as the door slammed shut.

She really didn’t expect anything different. He’d come back
later with all the fish he wanted. Never apologize and act as if
nothing happened, no matter how much she glowered or begged him
to apologize. Never thought about her. Never listened.

So much for the peace the fish tank would bring. Who needed it?

It was perfectly peaceful without him.

Copyright Dryad 2003 (gbbjg@yahoo.com)

Work in Progress

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

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