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OTEC_Long_Timer
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

A couple of months later, Vin asked Karl
if he could borrow his wife.
"Sure, no problem, when will you be bringing her back?"
"Right after opening night."
"Oh."
Kathy asked Karl, if he knew, what they were planning,
Karl admitted he didn't have a clue.
They practiced their routine in private, refusing
to discuss it with anyone.
They couldn't use Beatrice's outfit from home,
Karl would notice it was missing instantly.
The only way Beatrice Karl had sex was if
Beatrice was in her full boat, dominatrix outfit.

Beatrice was not a sadist, she had suffered under one
would die before becoming a true sadist her self.
That did not mean however, she did not enjoy
dressing the part, she was almost six feet tall,
excruciatingly beautiful, with long black hair
that hung to her waist.
With all the stored paraphernalia on board they had no trouble
finding her a replacement outfit, no trouble
finding what Vin needed as well.
Finding the three smaller outfits was harder
they had to be specially ordered.
The model airplane part was even easier to find.

Post Lazarus there is absolutely no stigma attached to
wife swapping, it is a perfectly acceptable alternative
to the Ladies Club, some people do not even patronize
Ladies Clubs, trusting that someone in their group
will, keeping them all on Lazarus "good boys 'n girls" list.
Lazarus doesn't care.
People talk, in fact, everybody on board was talking,
"What pray tell were Vin and Beatrice, up to?"
There were as many theory's as there were Davis Straight citizens.
No one even came close.
	 _

Opening night of Beatrice walked to center front stage as though she 
owned the world,
at that moment she certainly owned the crowd.
There was hushed awe and amazement, at her nine inch stiletto heels.
Beatrice towered over two meters above the convention floor,
she had her black dominatrix bra that supported her breasts magnificently,
her erect nipples protruding through the openings in the center, like 
twin gun barrels.
She had on the expected black fishnet stockings.
But what had the focused attention of the paparazzi cameras, and the 
eyes of the front row crowd
was her crotch.
She was not laced up like a work boot.
It was Vin's idea, but after they tried it, Beatrice wondered why she 
had not thought of it herself.
They had cut up an enormous rubber band, that is sold for rubber band 
powered airplanes.
The long piece of rubber was threaded through Beatrice's shoe lace 
grommets, the loops between each grommet were stretched over to hooks 
placed on her fishnet chaps.
The effect was unbelievably obscene.
The rubber bands pulled Beatrice's labia out into a world-class 
butterfly, only her inner lips
kept the audience from seeing her tonsils.

Beatrice stood there for a long time, allowing the audience to get an 
eye full.
Gradually the audience became aware Beatrice was not alone,
the three virgins were flanking her, wearing identical dominatrix outfits.
The three sisters did not have holes punched in their labia, metal 
clamps with attached rubber bands, produced their smaller butterflies.
The effect was truly, absolutely, obscene.
The three young women, stood leaning backwards slightly, their knees 
held wide apart letting
the audience oogle their vaginas.

Little Sister leaned her head around, craning her neck around, her nose 
about four inches from
Beatrice's inner lips.

"That's quite an outfit you have there!"

The audience howled, they were still civilized persons at this point, 
knowing a good
vaudeville line when they saw one.

"So, what do you girls have on the end of the chain?"

Spotlights carefully illuminated the chrome plated chain leading off 
into the darkness.
Little Sister was holding one end of the chain.

"We found him, we thought you might have some idea of what we can do to 
him."

She began reeling in the chain, handover hand, as Vin staggered into the 
limelight.
Around his testicles was, what is call a "ball bag" his black leather 
second scrotum, terminated in a large diameter chrome ring that the 
chain was riveted to.
Vin's wrists were loosely tied with a silk cord.
He was hoping Little Sister didn't get carried away tugging him off his 
feet, balls first.

	[ 35. Let the games begin! ]

"I think we should strap him down, and see how vocal he is."
one of the virgins declared.

The stage lighting was slowly coming up, revealing the donkey machine.

Vin was halfway dragged by his testicles to the machine, strapped in 
securely, the only thing he was able
to move was his eyeballs.
The Vestal virgins produced a tube of K. Y. from somewhere, and began 
expertly lubing his dick.
They hopped on him and began fucking him,
Little Sister, going first, carefully lowering herself as far
as she could.
Someone had taught them how to do
obscene rolling hip motions, Vin could not help himself
he came in Little Sister.
The surrounding cameras catching every minute detail
from every angle.
Vin was full of dick pumping chemicals and did not
lose his erection as middle sister climbed on.
Whoever had taught Little Sister the hip motions
had obviously taught all three. Big Sister
was next and screwed him for another two minutes or so
before hopping off.
The three Vestal virgins, surrounded Vin on all sides
one was holding his dick, with both hands,
the other two were squeezing, the K. Y. tube
as hard as they could, they were clearly trying
to see how much of the sticky gel, they could
force in to Vin's bladder.
Starting with a brand-new full tube, and ending with an empty one.
It was obvious to the audience there was no place else
the gel could have gone.
The three smiling virgins triumphantly stepped back,
allowing the bright lights and macro lenses to take their place.
On the thirty foot screen Vin's urethra looked to be about two feet wide
the bright light illuminated the inside of his dick
to a depth of ten or twelve feet.
The Vestal virgins returned managing to get
all six hands involved in smearing the clear
jelly, over his manhood.

The audience waited mildly hyperventilating
they knew what they were going to see next
the world-class butterfly was going to land
on Vin's dick and swallow it.
Beatrice knew how to work a crowd, she hopped up
and hunched forward, the butterfly hovering
millimeters above, Vin's erection.
She then straightened slightly, and impaled
herself onto Vin's erection, she stopped as the head
of Vin's dick disappeared into her body.

She gave the macro lenses, time to focus properly
so that everything was clearly visible
on the thirty foot screen, a twenty foot penis
slid out of sight in to her ass hole.

She slowly leaned back, so the cameras
could appreciate her butterfly,
one of the adjacent giant screens featured it prominently.
A butterfly with fifteen foot wingspan was hovering above
the silent crowd.
Dan the donkey was led on stage.
The audience let out a collective "oooooh."
are they were hovering at the edge, of going irrational.

They were about to see a donkey sandwich!

Beatrice was talking to her good friend,
she knew the animal by name!
"Come to mama."
the animal trainer was pulling slightly on the lead
so Dan would not plunge his head and shoulders
immediately in to the horse collar.
The result was that Beatrice was able to
lean forward, grasping the tip and begin
feeding the enormous cock into herself.
She soon had a truly amazing amount
within her and began fucking the animal
matching him stroke for stroke.

It soon became obvious to the mob
that Beatrice had a fire hose going off
inside her. She was either having
an incredible screaming orgasm,
or was faking one well.
She stood up abruptly leaning over Vin
deliberately, poring what appeared to be
two pints of donkey juice all over Vin's
cock, balls, filling his bellybutton.

There were quick release, levers, on the
donkey machine, Vin was free in an instant,
he pulled Beatrice to her feet penetrating
her in one smooth motion. They began
kissing, as only a couple with years of practice
can, as only two people who love each other can.
Joined together at crotch and mouth, they began
crab walking together toward the front of the stage.

Eldest daughter caught up with them, and
standing on tiptoes was able to put the crown
onto Vin's head.
It took them several minutes to reach their destination
the crowd was hyperventilating, waiting.
Vin quit kissing Beatrice, and moved his head
to the side, so he could see the audience.
He was still buried balls deep in Beatrice's body.

"Let the games begin!" He said.
	 _____

At the far left of the Main stage was an almost hidden
staircase, wide enough for two. Beatrice had lost her
dominatrix outfit and was once again, a stunningly beautiful
tall brunette, holding on to Vin's elbow.
Kathy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, she
kissed Beatrice passionately, she moved over to kiss him
Vin penetrated her in one smooth motion.
Vin had been observing bonobos, and this is how
they say "Hi how are you?"
They hump each other three or four strokes and separated.
Kathy took Vin's right elbow.

King, Queen, and Duchess, strolled arm in arm
to the aisle opposite center stage that was the
beginning of Main Street.
King Queen and Duchess were barefoot, which was no problem.
The entire Kingdom was covered in high quality foam backed
carpet. Carpet soft enough that it did not bruise men's
knees and elbows, or the backs of ladies heads.
Most people restrain themselves until they could find
a closed cell foam wrestling mat.
The colors of the mats defined the neighborhoods,
The entire convention floor, covered the better part of
twenty acres.
There were many neighborhoods.

Beatrice, Kathy and Vin were approaching
a neighborhood defined by gold in mats.
All streets and cull-de-sacs had names,
and so did the neighborhoods, the olive drab mat
neighborhood was "visiting military."

They took a right onto "missionary position"
the cull-de-sac, ended in two lines of, red velvet
theater ropes held aloft by a polished brass poles.
There were two signs at the head of the lines,
"Beatrice" on the left and "Kathy" on the right.

Karl was there as agreed, he offered Beatrice
his elbow, and discreetly palmed Vin
the item he had requested.

As they passed the line Vin declared loudly
to no one in particular.
"Gentlemen, as the Lady is my wife. I claim
the top half as my own."
Everyone in line twittered.

Kathy lay on her back. Vin beside her
they began kissing passionately, Vin stopped
and moved his head out of the way, so
Kathy could nod to the first in line, as she
spread her long lovely legs.
Vin resumed kissing, staring deeply into her eyes,
watching her expression, waiting for the first Marine
to penetrate her.
Vin was waiting for the moment, he handed her
the item that was concealed in his hand.
He could see the puzzlement in her eyes
as she raised the rounded object for examination.
It was a gold plated golf counter. Well not exactly
a golf counter, there is not a huge market for
golf counter's that can count to one thousand.

Kathy's face revealed happiness and understanding
she turned the counter so Vin could see as well.
She pushed the little chrome plated lever.
The numbers changed from 0000 to 0001.
"Will you be able to manage without me?"
Silly question, Vin was obviously not adding value.
Kathy blushed slightly, and gave a little girl
nod, that yes, indeed, she could manage.

Vin returned to his status as wandering sexual
voyeur, with a huge erection.

This was the first Fleet Week, where Vin had
his own street: "long timers."
It was in the "medical" neighborhood and like
most medical streets, there was an informational
sign describing the medical condition, for people
who did not know what a "colostomy" or similar condition was.
Every neighborhood in Fleet Week had
its own homepage, and generally ongoing
discussion groups.
For every one person who attended Fleet Week in the flesh,
there were several thousand who attended vicariously.

Women who volunteered to service long timers
knew precisely what they were doing, Vin was not
in a clinical sense still a long timer, Kathy
had helped him work through that hangup years ago.

Paradoxically, the king of the wildest sex orgy
on the planet, was not into sex orgies.
Vin liked to take his time, with women, who appreciated
a man, who likes to take his time.

Vin had carefully worked out, the street map of
the neighborhood, long timers was a cull-de-sac
completely surrounded by a neighborhood,
of people with disfigured skin conditions, withered limbs
and other apparent ailments.
Long timers was a quiet place, an island of tranquility, in a
huge sea of roaring insanity.
Vin found his kind of women, in this hidden place.
He was not alone there of course, there were more men than women,
he was merrily amongst his own kind.

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