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Twilight Zone: Tube Terror
By Anonymous Author
***
An episode of Twilight Zone that we might really like
to see. (MF, fantasy, sci-fi)
***
He sat up suddenly in bed, gasping for breath. The room
was dark. He looked over at his wife, sleeping soundly,
the sheet rumpled around her. He thought briefly of
their lovemaking earlier, a small smile on his face.
He slipped out of the bed, and padded nude into the
kitchen. Drawing a glass of water at the sink, he
leaned against the counter. He drank the water slowly,
thinking about the dream he had just escaped from.
He put the empty glass in the dishwasher and moved back
to the bedroom. He slid quietly into the bed, and
cuddled up against his wife's body. She moaned softly
and rolled over onto her side. He spooned up against
her back, his penis finding a resting place in the
cleft of her backside. He drifted off to sleep.
/-=*=-\
Consider if you will. Stanley Thomas, an average man.
Married, two children. An ordinary person.
Until he goes to sleep. Then he becomes someone else,
in some other time, some other place...
Another time and another place called....
The Twilight Zone.
/-=*=-\
The morning sun was shining through the window. Stanley
woke up alone in the bed.
He sat up slowly and put his feet over the side of the
bed. Glancing down at himself, he noticed that he was
wearing pajamas, both bottoms and tops. Long sleeved.
Puzzling over this only a moment, he noticed a bathrobe
at the foot of the bed. He stood up and put it on, and
stepped into a pair of slippers that were beside the
bed.
He walked downstairs to the smell of frying bacon and
eggs, freshly brewed coffee. He stepped into the
kitchen.
"Good morning, Ward," she said, turning.
He found himself replying, "Good morning, June," before
he realized it.
He sat at the small kitchen table, and she placed
before him a plateful of bacon, eggs and biscuits. She
turned again, and produced a cup of coffee, black, and
a glass of orange juice.
"It's so nice to have you home on a weekday," June
said, smiling. She wore a print frock, a bibbed apron
tied around her neck and waist, a pearl necklace around
her neck.
"I think I deserve a day off," he nodded, plowing into
the delicious breakfast.
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I have
something special planned after the boys leave for
school," she whispered.
She turned and called out the door. "Wally, Beaver...
time for breakfast!"
There was the sound of rushing feet down the stairs,
and the two boys appeared at the door. They sat down at
the table, and June put plates in front of them.
"Mom," Wally said, "I'll be a little late this
afternoon. Eddie, Lumpy and I are going to hang around
the soda shop for a while."
"That's fine, dear," June smiled.
"Dad, may I have a quarter?" Beaver grinned up at him.
"There are a couple of comic books I want to buy."
"Sure, Beaver," he said, and reached into the pocket of
his robe. Surprisingly, there was a single silver
quarter. He looked at it a moment before handing it to
Beaver.
The boys finished breakfast, and with a cheery "Bye
Mom, Bye Dad!" they headed down the street toward the
school.
Stanley stood up and started to pick up the plates, but
June stopped him.
"Leave them for later," she said.
She took him by the hand and pulled him toward her,
planting a kiss on his cheek.
She reached up behind her neck and unfastened her
pearls. She set them on the table.
He reached around her, and untied her apron, then
reached up and slid her zipper down her back.
She nuzzled his neck, and whispered, "Not in the
kitchen, dear. Let's go upstairs."
She pulled away and took his hand, and led him upstairs
to the bedroom.
She turned as she got to the bedroom to face him. He
started to embrace her, but she pushed him off to arm's
length. She pulled the bibbed apron over her head, then
slipped her dress off her shoulders, allowing it to
drop to the floor.
She reached behind her, and unhooked her Maiden-form
bra, and shrugged out of it. Her breasts were full and
firm, her nipples protruding like rubber erasers.
Stanley felt his penis begin to swell.
She turned around, and slipped her fingers under the
waistband of her white cotton panties, and pulled them
slowly down, revealing her white, smooth ass. She
stepped out of the panties, and turned.
Her body was beautiful, with her full breasts and hips,
and the dark puff of pubic hair. His pajama bottoms
were tenting forth. She glanced down and chuckled.
She stepped forward and reached her hand into his
pajama bottoms, her fingers wrapping around his
erection. She dropped to her knees, then sat back on
her heels. She pulled his throbbing love tool from his
pajamas, and placed her lips on the tip of it.
Slowly, she moved forward, taking his cock slowly
between her lips, her tongue swirling around his cock-
head, tickling the tip.
Stanley unfastened his pajama bottoms, and let them
drop down around his feet, as she continued to swirl
her tongue around his penis. He shrugged out of the
robe, and it dropped to the floor as well.
She stood up, and unbuttoned his pajama top. She
slipped it back over his shoulders, and it joined the
rest on the floor. She pressed her breasts against his
chest, her mouth hungrily seeking his, her tongue
darting between his lips.
He edged her toward the bed, his hands wandering over
her back and ass. As the backs of her legs touched the
bed, she broke the kiss and slid into the bed. She
rolled over on her back, lifted and parted her knees.
He gazed down at her lovely pussy, the lips parting
slightly, her hooded clitoris peeking out.
She reached out her arms, and he climbed up between her
legs. He bent forward, applying his lips and tongue to
her clit.
She moaned appreciatively, her fingers running through
his hair.
He slipped a finger into her cunt. It was hot and wet,
and she waggled her hips as it slipped inside her.
He worked his tongue over her clit, letting the tip
dance over her clit, feeling it throb under his touch.
She pulled his hair. He looked up, and she pulled his
head toward hers. He crawled up her body, kissing his
way from mound to navel to breast to breast to neck.
Her hands slid down his body, clasping his ass-cheeks.
She pulled his hips toward hers; his cock slipped
easily into her. She locked her legs around him,
holding him motionless inside her.
He kissed her neck, then moved to her mouth, pushing
his tongue between her teeth, and stroked her palate
with the tip. She sucked on his tongue, holding him
tightly to her.
She broke the kiss long enough to sigh, "Oh, Ward!"
Her pussy clasped around his cock; she squeezed his
organ with her vaginal muscles.
They rolled over; Stanley was now on his back. June
pushed herself up to a sitting position, her pussy
still holding his cock firmly.
She started moving up and down on his shaft, pushing
her hands against his chest.
He reached down and using his thumbs, he stroked her
clit gently as she moved over him.
She threw her head back. "Oh, Ward," she gasped, "I'm
going to... I'm.... Unnnnngggh!"
She convulsed, her body shaking, her pussy clamping
around his penis. After a moment, she began moving
again, up and down, just a little faster than she had
been before.
Stanley was approaching orgasm. He reached up and
grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her toward him. He
rolled them over on her back, and pushing his cock
deeply into her, he came, pumping his sperm deep inside
her.
His head spun, he collapsed on her firm, warm body. She
pushed him over onto his side, and nestled in his arms,
their legs tangling together.
He blacked out.
/-=*=-\
He came to with a start; the room was dark. He tried to
think, but his mind was fuzzy. "Who am I?" he asked
himself. "Stanley Thomas" came the answer from his own
mind... but where was he? And ... who was this girl in
his arms? He wished for a light.
The girl moved, her head tilted back away from him.
"Richard, that was wonderrful," she said, in a slight
Scottish burr.
He smiled. His hands moved down her naked body, and
found her ass. She pulled her leg over his hips. He
slipped his fingers down into the cleft between her
ass-cheeks; it was wet and slippery.
"But we mustn't tell Patty," the girl said. "She'll be
so jealous."
"Who'll be jealous?" a voice asked. The lights went on.
Stanley blinked. He looked at the girl in his arms, and
at the girl at the door. They were identical.
"So, Cathy, you think you're going to steal my
boyfriend away by fucking him?" She closed the door,
and stood beside it with her hands on her hips. "You
don't know I've been fucking him for months!"
Patty quickly took off her clothes, and stood beside
the bed naked. "Now, if you don't mind, Cathy, I don't
care if you've been everywhere, I want Richard's hot
dog."
She climbed onto the bed, and pushed Stanley over onto
his back. Patty knelt down between his legs. She took
his cock in her fingers, and took the tip between her
lips.
She sucked gently. Stanley felt the blood rush into his
organ, making it rise to the occasion.
Patty looked up at him, her smile wrapping itself
around his penis. She got up, turned around, and
positioned herself over him in a sixty-nine position.
Cathy rolled over to the side of the bed to watch, as
Stanley began to massage Patty's clit with his tongue,
while she swirled her tongue around his cock-head.
Patty swiftly moved to the edge of orgasm. As she felt
it approach, she sat back, pressing her cunt into
Stanley's face.
Cathy rolled over, and took Patty's place, wrapping her
lips around Stanley's penis. Her tongue was as
experienced as Patty's, tickling his cock-head, her
fingers caressing his balls.
"Ooooooooooohh!" Patty cried, as an orgasm shook her
body.
"Ummmmmmmm" Stanley moaned.
"No!" Patty cried. "Don't come! Not yet!"
Cathy pulled away from his cock. It stood upright,
quivering. Patty rolled off Stanley's face, and
straddled his hips. She raised herself up, and with her
fingers, she guided his cock into her pussy.
She rocked forward and back, her pussy clasping his
cock, until he came, his hips thrusting upward into
her.
She fell forward and kissed his cheek, nestling under
one arm. Cathy snuggled up under the other arm.
Stanley's head swam, his vision blurred, and he blacked
out.
/-=*=-\
"Darrin, wake up," the voice said.
Stanley blinked. The woman was straddled over his hips,
her black nightgown draped around her body. The upper
part of the nightgown was lace, and her full breasts
showed through, the nipples erect.
"How could you fall asleep? Especially now?"
He could feel his cock held tightly inside her. He
shook his head. "I don't know. Sorry."
She began to move, making small circles with her hips,
rubbing her clit against his pubic bone.
He reached for her hips, his hands slid over her
nightgown.
"Can't you take this off?" he whispered. "Let me see
your body."
She twitched her nose. The nightgown disappeared.
He reached up to tweak her dark nipples. She threw her
head back, and started tilting her pelvis forward and
backward, still rubbing herself against him.
"Ummmmmmmmm," she moaned, "Yes...."
She leaned forward. He took hold of her and rolled over
onto her back. He began to stroke with his hips,
driving his erection deep inside her. She moaned softly
on each stroke, her pussy clasping at his cock.
"Yes, yes..." she gasped, panting heavily. "oh, yes..."
She slid into the orgasm, her body quivering under him,
her pussy squeezing him. He kept stroking, working
harder, until his balls exploded, pushing spurt after
spurt into her.
His head spinning again, he collapsed onto her and
blacked out.
/-=*=-\
"Poor Master," she said. "Perhaps you have been working
too hard."
His eyes opened halfway. The blonde girl smiled at him.
"Perhaps you should take a vacation."
She blinked.
He heard the rush of the ocean, the tropical birds. He
rolled over onto his back, and gazed up into the
crystal blue sky. He sat up. He was naked on the sand.
The girl was suddenly next to him, behind him,
massaging his shoulders. "Feel better, Master?"
He nodded.
There were voices nearby. The girl blinked, and
suddenly he was wearing swim trunks and the girl was
gone.
He looked down the beach. Two young women and a goofy-
looking guy were running toward him.
"Where did you come from?" the redhead asked.
Stanley shook his head.
"He doesn't know," the brunette said.
"He must have anesthesia," the man said.
"Amnesia, Gilligan," the brunette said.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "I forgot."
The redhead turned to Gilligan and said, "Go get the
Professor. He'll know what to do."
"Right. Right away!" He rushed off.
"Mary Ann, let's get him out of the sun," said the
redhead.
"Ok, Ginger." They helped Stanley to his feet, and they
moved under a large palm tree. He leaned against the
tree, and stared at them.
"I think he's delirious," Mary Ann said.
"Let me see if I can snap him out of it." Ginger
reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall
open, revealing her pink-tipped nipples.
Stanley's eyes bugged.
"He's alive," said Mary Ann, "now let me try."
She turned around and unfastened her shorts, drawing
them down over her ass. She bent forward, and let her
anus wink at him.
"Look," Ginger giggled, "there's life in those shorts!"
She reached down and tugged at his swim trunks, pulling
them down, freeing his penis. She bent over and kissed
its tip.
Mary Ann pulled her shorts all the way off. She stepped
over Stanley's body, pressing her groin into his face.
His mouth found her clit, and he fastened his lips
around it, brushing it with his tongue.
Ginger began taking his shaft into her mouth, swirling
her tongue over his cock-head.
"Let's switch," Mary Ann gasped.
Ginger sat back, letting go of Stanley's cock. Mary Ann
moved back, and lowered herself on Stanley's cock.
Ginger stood up and pulled off her shorts, and moved up
in front of Stanley's face. He plunged into her red-
haired pussy, sucking at her clit, while Mary Ann moved
up and down on his shaft.
A third woman was suddenly THERE. It was the blonde he
had seen earlier.
"Is this what you call a vacation?" she asked. "If I
had only known this is what you wanted, I could
have..."
She blinked.
He was suddenly on a pile of cushions. The room was
circular, and tall... the ceiling tapered upward.
The blonde was on top of him, her blonde-haired pussy
stretched around his cock, her pink nipples bobbing as
she moved up and down on his shaft.
"You should tell me what you want," she smiled at him.
"I'm always willing to serve my Master."
He closed his eyes as he ejaculated.
Darkness...
...and light.
She was still on top of him, her dark-haired head down,
as she made small circles with her hips, rubbing
herself against his pubic bone. She looked up.
"Shhhh," she said, "you'll wake Mearth."
His head lay back on the pillow. The lights went out.
/-=*=-\
He was stroking deep inside her, her legs wrapped
around his. Her blonde hair was spread over the pillow.
He moaned.
She reached up and touched his lips. "Jack, Janet will
hear you..."
The lights were flashing now; quickly passing from
moment to moment.
Faces passed before him; and boobs and bushes and
asses. He bounced from bed to bed from moment to
moment. Faster... Faster.... Faster....
/-=*=-\
He sat up suddenly in bed, gasping for breath. The room
was dark. He looked over at his wife, sleeping soundly,
the sheet rumpled around her.
He was breathing heavily, his heart palpitating.
His wife sat up, her red hair catching a beam of light
from the window.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, trying to even out his breath.
"Come on," she said, lying back, rolling over to face
him. She pulled the sheet aside and spread her legs.
"Come inside me, Ricky, and we'll do the Baba-loo."
/-=*=-\
Consider if you will, the plight of Stanley Thomas. An
ordinary man.
An ordinary man who watches much too much television.
Trapped forever in a fantasy, a fantasy broadcast daily
from....
The Twilight Zone
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