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The C-Bar
by Anonymous (address withheld)
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It was Cari and Gail's very first visit to a cum bar
and both girls were excited. (MF, oral, exh)
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"Gee, do you really think we'll get in?" asked Cari a
bit nervously. After all, she and her friend had only
just turned fifteen a few days ago and twenty-one was
the absolute youngest legal age for admittance to a
registered cum bar according to the latest writ of the
Council of Virgins' Law-creed. Briefly the girls had
discussed trying to slip into a non-registered bar, but
popular rumor was you could never tell what you might
be served in one of those places.
"Sure," said Gail, tossing her healthy sheaf of long
blonde curls, her blue eyes flashing. "Aunt Jennifer
said these fake ID's should work fine, just as long as
we used a bit more makeup than usual. And you padded
that bra of yours a little," she added with a taunting
giggle.
Gail herself of course had not needed any extra padding
upstairs. The dark-haired beauty looked every inch a
woman of twenty-one or even older. It was Cari who
looked no more than her fifteen years. The long-awaited
blooming of her small breasts had only begun over the
past six months or so, and even now amounted to no more
than peach-sized swellings, their summits capped with
ripe pink cherry nipples that ached deliciously when
Cari "exercised" them in bed each night before sleep,
an exercise that unfailingly led to a brisk session of
exercise farther down in another portion of her trim
young body before sleep as well.
"Here we go," hissed Gail as the two approached the
double-doored entrance to the establishment named
"Sonya's Cream Palace" on the glittering sign set high
above. "C. of V. c-club license # 23608" was imprinted
on the mounted certificate lower down and to the right.
First Gail and then Cari flashed their ID's and sweated
out the long seconds as the greeter girl examined them
closely. There was an breathless pause as the g-girl
glanced up from the celluloid covered cards and into
the desperately calmed faces of the two young women who
had presented them.
Cari felt her heart stop as the g-girl shifted her eyes
from Gail's to her own. The g-girl pursed her white-
lipsticked lips (the color all greeters at c-clubs
wore) and seemed to consider a moment. Somehow Cari
knew she and Gail were dead, found out. Her mothers
would kill them both, simply kill them. They'd be
grounded for life, lucky to get out of their domes even
when they did turn twenty-one.
Her mom might even take away her vibration! This idea
was particularly scary to the young girl. Despite all
the talk in the media about teenage girls becoming
hooked on the electronic devices, her mom had let Cari
keep hers so far, although she had extracted her
daughter's promise to keep her use of the thrilling
banana-shaped toy at an absolute minimum, something
Cari had found it far from easy to do.
She'd learned lately to cover her head with her quilt
and even two pillows when she slipped in an extra late-
night session. It was the only way to keep her sharp
little screams of pleasure from being heard throughout
the dome and cluing her mother to her above normal use
of the thing.
But, god, what if her mom took her toy away entirely?
Her passionate young body might burst without its
accustomed method of release!
Cari felt like crying, she was so afraid, as the
seconds of the g-girl's silent scrutiny drew on and on.
Finally, the woman looked about her, as if checking to
see if anyone was close enough to the three to overhear
what she was considering saying. Then she leaned down
close to the girls and whispered between barely parted
cream-colored lips. "Go on in," she said. "THIS time,"
she added. "But don't you girls ever come back here
again. Not until you're REALLY twenty-one."
Cari stood open-mouthed in shock. Gail grabbed her arm
and pulled her quickly through the now open doorway and
into the darkened c-bar.
If it hadn't been for Gail, Cari remembered afterwards,
she herself would never have gotten through the events
of the next few minutes. Even with all the examples
occurring all around her in the warm, dark, womblike
bar to show her how things worked here, she would never
have gotten up enough nerve to finally take things "in
hand" without her friend there to prod her.
Through the synth-smoke filled interior Cari could make
out only dim indistinct shapes apart from the strobe-
lit action on the huge dance floor. Fashionably dressed
young women twirled there on the meters-wide polished
steel circle in couples and triples, moving in complete
and frantic abandon, as if under the stimulating
effects of one of the Old World drugs of the early
1990's.
Cari noticed several groups of females nuzzling each
other intimately in mid dance. Gail must have noticed
this blatant lesbian activity as well because she
nudged an elbow softly into Cari's side, pointed to
these dancers and grinned.
Cari and her friend had been experimenting with some
girl-on-girl play of their own of late at Gail's
instigation. Nothing serious, Cari insisted to herself,
just a little necking and almost innocent groping,
though their last session, in Gail's bedroom when her
parents had been out for the evening, had led to one
actual orgasm for each of the girls at the hands of the
other.
Gail had screamed out at hers, and Cari had herself
been unable to hold back a peeling cry of ecstasy as
her friend had finger flicked her little clitty over
the edge.
That had been Cari's very first climax at the hands of
another. She still preferred the thrills she received
from her vibration, though. She liked it better when
she and Gail lay in one or the other's bed together and
vibe'd off side by side. Cari supposed she was simply
more into sex with males than with her own sister
females, and she couldn't wait until she was finally of
pairing age.
At fifteen, Cari's age of consent and pairing was a
long way off, and no matter how badly her developing
young body might ache for mating, she'd just have to
wait.
But here, tonight, thanks to her Aunt Jennifer who well
understood a young girl's yearning curiosity and
awakening sexual hunger, Cari was approaching a
crossroads of a similar kind. She was actually in a
registered c-bar! And soon, very soon, she'd be taking
a closer, though premature as far as the government was
concerned, step toward her womanhood.
Gail's voice startled her from her reveries. "Look,
there's the bar, it's in there!" She pointed to a smoky
blue blur at the far end of the big room and tugged
Cari along with her off in that direction.
As the two girls approached the details of the bar area
became more distinct, until Cari felt a deep, sudden
blush. Oh, my god, she thought to herself. It's really
true!
The bar itself was a gleaming length of golden yellow
allow, nearly forty feet long, fronted by dozens of
fixed position bar stools in a deep metallic blue.
Light seemed to filter out from within the substance of
bar and stools alike, though some additional
illumination came from glowing fixtures set at
intervals upon the long counter's surface. These
fixtures were fashioned in the unmistakable likeness of
an item of human anatomy Cari had never seen before
other than in the text-disk illustrations she'd studied
in the medical library at school.
But what really made the cute little fifteen-year-old
blush was what was molded to appear frothing up out of
the rounded tip of each lamp. Milky white, rich
looking, pearly eruptions, frozen in time in the
artwork of the lamps, which pulsed there in the
throbbing light of the bar.
And beyond the bar, attended by the dozen or so near
naked young female c-bartenders? Just as her Aunt
Jennifer had said. Men. Naked men, naked and hairless.
Bred hairless, Jennifer had told she and Gail. Men that
had been bred and trained from birth by the government
exclusively for their duties in the government run c-
bars.
Males bred for one purpose and one purpose alone. To
provide their rich, thick male cream on demand for the
nourishment and entertainment of females.
Adult females, Cari thought suddenly, darting her eyes
about her, looking fearfully to make certain she and
her likewise underage friend had not been noticed as
such. But everything appeared normal, or at least what
passed for normal in a c-bar.
At nearly all of the bar's blue metallic stools sat
thirsty young woman. And before each of these women
knelt handsome, naked men, erect and hairless penises
jutting eagerly forward at the level of each young
mouth. Aunt Jennifer had said that each male knelt upon
a specially fitted platform imbedded in the counter's
surface so that the offered sex could be adjusted by
the nearest bartender to the level of each customer's
mouth.
What else had Jennifer said? She had told about the
breeding program that selected the most prime males
from the government's breeding pool, not for fertility
in this case, but for taste, flavor, richness,
consistency and output. Especially for output, she'd
said. The finest c-bar males could spurt up to an ounce
of their sweet semen, cream sweetened even beyond
specially bred nature by special diets heavy on things
like cinnamon and nutmeg and clove.
Cari watched as a newly arrived young woman seated
herself upon one of the few vacant barstools, fished
her government debit card from the small male-skin
pouch that hung about her neck and slipped the card
into the slot in the bar before her. Buttons glowed
there in response and the woman pushed several of them.
She's placing her order, Cari realized, remembering her
Aunt Jennifer's instructions. "Now, you girls don't run
up my debit balance, you here? Just two drinks for each
of you, okay?" "Yes, Aunt Jennifer," the two fifteen-
year-olds had assured her. Just two drinks each. Two
warm gushing drinks of sweet male honey, then they'll
leave and come running back home early in case one of
their mothers' happened to call to check up on them.
The woman pushed a final button in the bar and a
bartender appeared to deftly hand the woman an
immaculate looking white silk napkin. The woman tucked
the napkin into her lap and watched, along with a
hugely wide-eyed Cari, as a male of the type the woman
had selected rose up on a hydraulic lift from an
opening in the bar and hushed to a stop with an as
hugely erect, angry red penis jutting eagerly forward
at the level of the woman's face.
The bartender who had proffered the woman the silk
napkin now used unseen buttons on her side of the bar
to adjust the level of male penis against female mouth.
The young female customer nodded when the position was
satisfactory, and then, with switches of her own,
caused the male figure to glide forward toward her
until her open mouth had engulfed the rose-colored
mushroom tip of the penis she would soon be drinking
from.
The male figure was naked, and he knelt proudly upright
with hands bound together behind his back. Jennifer
said that this was for the safety and convenience of
the customers as orgasming males were sometime apt to
lose control. As it was, each male would have been
highly trained to restrain all but the tiniest
involuntary movements, allowing their temporary female
mistresses to have absolute control over when they
would reach their ultimate release.
The eyes of the fellated male were aimed forward, as
were those of all the other males being suckled, and
each looked upward at a slight angle as well; they were
not permitted to look down into the faces of the young
women who sucked and drank their essence. They were
trained to remain as aloof and detached as possible
from their pleasure, though at that instant, even above
the loud, raucous throbbing of the music, Cari clearly
made out the guttural, deep, animal grunt that she
instinctively knew to be the barely suppressed cry of a
male erupting forth his cream.
Cari stood there frozen. She couldn't quite believe it,
even while seeing it with her very own eyes. It was
like a dream! She found herself licking her lips as she
watched the woman draw the long, thick male penis
deeply into her throat, something Aunt Jennifer had
cautioned the girls not to try on this first visit.
Once again it was her friend Gail who startled Cari
from her wondering trance. "Come on!" said the girl.
"Aunt Jennifer said what we want is all the way down to
there on the left! Let's go!"
Cari hardly felt the girl take her arm, as she was
drawn along. What they wanted? Oh, yeah, now she
remembered. The boys. The boys! Jennifer said that
since the girls were limited to only two drinks a
piece, they could go for what she called "the good
stuff." Boys. Boys of Cari and Gail's own young age.
Perhaps even a bit younger, Jennifer had said, "If it's
a good night!"
Time for young Cari seemed to flash past from this
point on. One instant she and Gail were seated upon
adjoining stools, Gail doing the business of inserting
Jennifer's debit card and entering the access code she
had given them. And then Cari was seeing the most
incredible, wonderful, unimaginable sight she'd ever
seen, a vision she'd remember the rest of her life. A
gorgeously tanned, deliciously muscled, and beautifully
naked male was floating up from the bar before.
"Thirteen," the bar's readout display said. "Blonde
hair, blue eyes."
God, he was beautiful! Cari couldn't take her eyes away
from him even for long enough to check out her friend
Gail's selection as it rose into position a moment
later.
Eyes as blue as tropic ocean waters, hair as gold as
sunlight, skin naked and honey-brown. Then Cari's eyes
dropped to the real prize. Seven inches long, slender
in its youth, the rod of erect male flesh stood out
strong and stiff before her, throbbing delicately to
the sweet beating of the boy's trembling heart.
Cari's mouth absolutely watered! She was actually about
to her first taste of male sex flesh for the first time
in her young life. And not long after that, she'd be
tasting sweet male cum-cream for the first time as
well.
Cari thrilled from the tip of her quivering fifteen-
year-old clitoris to the tip of her trembling young
tongue as she opened her mouth and dipped her face
forward toward the throbbing male boy-cock before her.
Yet another cry from her friend Gail beside her
startled young Cari, but it was her own cry as she felt
herself grabbed from behind as well that finally
distracted her from the erect penis she had been just
about to taste.
She frantically looked around her. Police! Council
Police! The girls had been discovered!
With some difficulty, the two fifteen-year-olds were
wrestled off through the laughing, applauding, and
heckling bar crowd. They struggled as fiercely as if
they had known what punishment awaited them.
Which, of course, they did not. The girls' parents had
thought their daughters much too young and innocent to
even consider breaking one of the Council's morals
regulations.
So they're parents had not told them about the severe
punishments such violations imposed.
So, some time later that same night, the two young
girls went unsuspecting along with their attendant
guards down into the depths of the lower level of their
city's Bureau of Enforcement building.
But the girls fought fiercely once more when those
guards began stripping them both naked, tearing
clothing and panties away quickly, until they were but
two wriggling things of flesh.
They were then strapped down screaming, side by side,
to adjoining vinyl padded tables.
Then the electric wire clips were attached to pink
young nipples, quivering pear-shaped girl-breasts
shaking beneath. The butterfly lips of the girls' young
womanhood were drawn aside, and clips nipped home to
each of those as well.
There were renewed screams as twin, banana-shaped metal
probes were perfunctorily slid into place deeply up
into the tender narrow passageway of the girls' tight
young anuses, and pure howls of tortured agony as two
final electric cables were clipped firmly down onto the
tiny buds of their delicate young clitorises.
And, of course, these cries were all as nothing when
compared to the shrill, inhuman wailing, the high,
choking caterwauling, the primitive unendurable animal
shrieks the two young girls would emit once the
variable electrical circuit had been closed, as it
would remain throughout the next seventeen hours of the
girls' "correction."
But with all that, Cari and Gail would have been
thankful, even grateful for these fine torments had
they known what punishment their Aunt Jennifer had been
condemned to as the instigator of their little crime.
Even now, their favorite aunt, at twenty-five years of
age was having the bud of her own clitoris slowly
cauterized away in a long, protracted operation. An
operation performed, as the law decreed, without
benefit of anesthesia.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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