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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Celestial Repost CBS Evening News (MIKE42)
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 1 Oct 1996 02:52:44 GMT



CBS EVENING NEWS: And That's the Way It Is

By Uncle Mike

 

     "...and still the fighting goes on."

     Dan gave the camera his best somber stare until the red light 
blinked off. Then, as had become his habit recently, he quickly 
rolled his chair back a few feet. It looked, he hoped, like just a 
little relaxation between segments. It was, however, really a 
chance to get a better look at Connie's lovely legs, unfortunately 
hidden from his view at the anchor desk. It still rankled a little 
that the bosses had forced a co-anchor on him, and he didn't 
think much of Connie's journalistic abilities. But he had to admit 
she was quite a looker. There was enough to look at for three 
eyes with good stuff left over for a fourth, as folks back home 
in Texas might say. Connie Chung was one good hunk of woman.

     She had a perfect face, of course, with that incredibly 
smooth, ageless skin that seems to be the particular gift of 
Asian women. And Dan had always loved the Asian look of a thick 
head of black hair; you wanted to bury yourself in it and not 
come out 'til winter. She had a very nice body, too -- bigger 
breasts even than most Occidentals, and a thin waist. But what 
he admired most were her legs -- legs with perfect curves, legs 
that went on forever, legs that made you want to climb right in 
between them and ... his eyebrows rose slightly and he pulled 
them back down as he realized Connie was talking to him. 

     "So then Dave asked me about ... I'm sorry, Dan, was I 
interrupting a thought?"

     He waved off her apology. "No, I'm sorry, I was just 
daydreaming. You were saying something about ... Dave?"

     "Letterman, Dan. I was on his show today, remember? And he 
was asking me about Maury and ... and, you know, the baby. 
Anyway, I was saying that I'll have to watch the show tonight to 
see what I said. I really don't remember. I must have made some 
kind of joke, because I do remember Dave laughing. But I can't 
think of what it was, because inside I was so upset. Just before 
I went  on, I got a call..."

     The floor director's hand gesture snapped them both back to 
their places.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     "... but the president will have the last word, his advisers 
say."

     Again Dan slid back. This time he was paying attention as 
Connie turned toward him.

     "Where was I? Oh, yes. I had just gotten a call from one of 
our doctors. The tests were negative again. Poor Maury. He tries 
so hard, he's gone through so many procedures -- well, we both 
have, I guess -- but nothing works. And he blames himself. Does 
that seem fair? It's not his fault that his sperm aren't fast 
enough or strong enough or just plain enough, is it? How would 
you feel, Dan? If it were you, I mean?"

     Dan's eyebrows rose sharply as he searched for an answer. He 
wasn't used to people asking him about his sperm, especially not 
sexy co-anchors. Having a woman in the newsroom really was a 
mixed blessing, he thought. He mumbled something non-
committal and sighed inwardly when the floor director's hand 
signals wig-wagged again.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     This time Dan barely got out his closing words before Connie 
started talking again; he was half afraid they'd go out over the 
air.

     "If it was your sperm, Dan, how would you feel?"

     "I... uh... I guess I don't know, Connie. I never really had any 
problems in that... that area, myself."

     "No? Not ever?"

     Dan tried to picture having this conversation with Walter 
Cronkite, say, or Brokaw, or Safer. Well, maybe with Safer. But 
probably it wouldn't have given him an erection like the one he 
now realized was throbbing in his pants. He tried to ignore it 
and give Connie some kind of answer.

     "Never. I guess I just got good genes." He flashed a smile. "At 
least no one's ever complained."

     "Oh, well, as far as that goes, Maury's very good," Connie 
said, leaning close and beginning to speak in a whisper. "In bed, I 
mean. There's no problem with his equipment. It's just his sperm 
that can't do it."

     Dan stood up, getting a whiff of her perfume as he did. "Right, 
well, then. None of that's been a problem for me. Either... area. 
So, good show tonight, don't you think?"

     "What? Oh, I guess so." Connie stood up too and followed him 
off the set. As they entered the hallway to their dressing rooms, 
she put a hand on his shoulder. He felt his cock twitch.

     "Dan, could we talk about this a little more? I've got some 
Cokes and waters in the fridge in my dressing room. I just need 
someone to talk to. OK?"

     "All right," Dan said, surprising himself. Now what have I 
gotten myself into?, he asked himself as he stepped inside. What 
are we going to talk about next, her periods? Her favorite 
tampon? He shuddered at the thought.

     But he sat down on the black leather couch -- noting to 
himself that he'd only gotten a cloth one; he'd have to talk to his 
agent about that -- and tried to look interested. After hearing 
more about how Maury's sperm couldn't beat a one-legged man in 
a cat-kicking contest, Dan was adding boredom to his 
discomfort. He tried to cut off her tale of woe.

     "Look, why don't you just forget all this and adopt a kid? Lots 
of people do."

     "I know, but somehow ... well, I just want to have the 
experience of having carried the child myself. Maybe that's 
selfish ..."

     Darn right, Dan thought to himself.

     "... but that's just how I feel. And I know what you're going to 
say next, too: Why didn't we go to a sperm bank? Well, Maury 
might be willing to do that -- but I'd hate to think what the 
papers would make of it if they ever found out. And I just don't 
believe we could keep it a secret. You know how many people 
recognize us on the street, Dan. Imagine what would happen if I 
tried to walk into a sperm bank. The stories about how Maury 
couldn't do his duty. He'd be mortified."

     In spite of himself, Dan was actually beginning to feel a 
little sorry for Connie. She was acting like a spoiled brat, 
insisting that everything work out perfectly. But he saw a few 
tears running down her smooth cheeks; she really wanted a baby. 
It was her own fault that she wouldn't try the alternatives, but 
still, it was a tough break.

     "Look, Connie," he said, "I don't know what I can do for you. 
I'm not much good at this kind of talk. But I do want you to know 
I feel sorry for you. I hope you and Maury can figure a way to 
have that baby."

     Connie, whose head had been hanging down as she sat on the 
edge of her desk, lifted her eyes. 

     "I'm so glad you said that! Do you mean it? Oh, I'm sorry, that 
was rude. What I mean is, would you be willing to help?"

     "Help? I don't know what you mean."

     Connie giggled as she slipped off the desk and took a step 
toward him. "Oh, sure you do. Come on, Dan, I've seen you looking 
at my legs. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

     Dan blushed through his makeup while his mind raced to 
catch up. 

     "Don't be embarrassed, Dan," Connie went on. "I appreciate it 
when a man admires my legs. They are good, aren't they?" She 
lifted the hem of her skirt almost to her crotch, giving him a 
full view of the legs encased in sheer black hose. Dan's cock 
sprang to attention and prodded at his zipper. Down-home 
metaphors eluded him. He could only stare.

     Connie let the skirt fall back down as she took another step 
toward him. "I ... I'm not sure how to ask you this, Dan," she said. 
"But I ... I mean we ... Maury and I ... we really want a baby. And 
Maury can't help. And he's too proud adopt, and I'm ... well, I 
guess I'm too vain. But we want that baby. And Maury doesn't 
have to know."

     Dan felt as if he were in some kind of bizarre movie. As he 
watched, Connie reached up and began undoing the silver buttons 
of her white silk blouse. As it fell away from her body, he saw 
her large, round breasts bulging out of her lacy white bra. He 
suddenly realized his lips were dry, and he licked them. Connie 
smiled.

     "I hoped you'd agree," she said, her voice quieter and even 
silkier than when she read the news. She slipped out of the 
blouse, letting it fall to the floor as she unzipped her black 
skirt. It puddled around her ankles; she stepped out of it and 
kicked it aside with one of her shiny black high-heeled shoes.

     Dan looked her up and down. Connie was short, but perfectly 
proportioned, like some erotic doll. 

     She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. He was 
surprised to look down and see his own hands loosening his tie; 
he wasn't aware of what they were doing. He watched as his own 
hands undid his belt and he stood up; Connie pulled his slacks 
and boxers down.

     Dan's cock waved in front of that perfect China-doll face, 
like the snake tempting Eve. His co-anchor -- he pushed the 
word out of his mind -- this beautiful woman, this goddess 
kissed the tip of it. He felt an electric spark leap straight to his 
brain. In all his years of journalism, nothing like this had ever 
happened. Oh, back in the early years there had been some 
tawdry women, but they only seduced him in his fantasies. And 
it had been years since any young woman had shown him 
anything but admiration or respect.

     Connie parted her soft red lips slightly as she kissed his 
cock up and down. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. His 
nostrils flared. The Asian beauty rose to her feet and pressed 
her body against his, her firm breasts in their lacy cages 
rubbing against his chest as she kissed him, hard, their tongues 
tangling.

     He fumbled at the catch of her bra; it had been too many 
years and he was out of practice, but at last he got it free. She 
stepped back from him then, letting the bra fall. Her breasts 
were as he had imagined them, lush, full globes capped by large, 
dark brown circles and erect nipples. 

     She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him. Dan bent 
down and took them into his mouth one at a time, suckling them 
like a newborn. 

     "Oh, Dan, yes!" Connie moaned, rubbing her fingers in his hair. 

     And when he had sated himself momentarily, she knelt down 
again, this time opening her lips wide to take his cock in. He felt 
it slide past her lips and plunge deep into her mouth as her hot 
tongue tickled the sensitive underside.

     "I've never ... had it so good," he told her, and it was true; not 
since a whore back in Amarillo had he gotten head, and she had 
been fast and sloppy. Connie was taking her time, and her touch 
was exquisite; he had had to back up against the couch so he 
could support himself by leaning on it -- her blow job had him 
literally weak in the knees.

     Just when he thought he was going to shoot his load, Connie 
pulled off. He tried to reach out and draw her back, but she 
slipped under his grasping hands and stood up again.

     Her eyes looking squarely into his, she reached down and 
peeled her black panties down, sliding them over the stockings, 
leaving the garter belt behind. Her bush was as dark and full as 
her hair. 

     She reached a hand down and plunged two fingers into her 
slit. They went in easily; Dan could see she was already wet and 
ready. Unintelligible murmurings escaped her lips as she finger-
fucked herself in front of him.

     Her head fell back and she began to groan, louder and louder, 
as her fingers flew in and out of her pussy. A thick scent of 
musk rose around her. Dan's breathing came fast and shallow. In 
a minute or two Connie's entire body began to shudder and then, 
with a wild shriek, every muscle seemed to let go at once and 
she fell forward.

     Dan caught her, the force of her fall forcing him back onto 
the couch.

     He pulled her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, covering 
her lips and neck with his greedy mouth. 

     At last she seemed to recover enough to return his kisses and 
her hands roamed up and down his back.

     He heard her whisper in his ear, and the sound thrilled him 
more than anything ever had. "I want you," she said. "Take me 
now, Dan. Take all of me!"

     Dan laid her down on the couch and knelt between her legs. He 
wanted to take the time to admire the sight, but his cock was 
urging him on. Quickly he placed the head of his rod at her hot, 
slippery pussy lips, and she urged him on as he drove it in.

     His shaft plunged easily between her wet folds, deep into her 
tight tunnel. In a fog of lust, Dan drove himself into her up to 
the hilt and pulled out again, pistoning into her over and over.

     Connie yelped with each downward stroke, her lithe legs 
wrapping around his waist, clutching him to her. She was 
obviously enjoying herself, and the realization drove Dan to 
harder and harder thrusts. For the first time in a long time he 
saw himself as a great lover, and the image was strong enough 
to make itself a reality. His cock clove her pussy lips again and 
again, twisting this way and that. She began to writhe beneath 
him, her hands beating against the cushions, her heels digging 
into his ass as she pressed him deeper into her.

     From time to time Connie's loud moans resolved into 
recognizable phrases: "Deeper! Deeper! Oh, god, Dan, fuck me! Yes! 
God, yes, fuck me harder! Oh, god, that's good!"

     To Dan's astonishment, he felt her begin to shudder beneath 
him. Could she be...

     "I'm coming!" she shouted, and he knew it was true. Her body 
stiffened and released once, twice, a third time, all 
accompanied by bellows that he was sure would be heard by 
everyone on the floor. But he was past caring as he drove his 
hard cock into her cunt, feeling his own orgasm begin to build.

     Connie apparently could feel it too, as his shaft grew bigger 
and harder within her, for she bucked up him furiously, her tits 
bouncing around like pinballs. "Cum in me!" she shouted, her 
fingernails digging into his back as she clutched at him. "Give 
me all of your cum! I want to have your baby! Please, please, 
make me a baby!"

     By then Dan couldn't hear or see, for his mind was lost in 
passion as he felt the jism boil out of his balls and explode 
through his shaft into Connie's cunt. Load after load shot out of 
him. "I'm cumming!" he told her, though she didn't need the clue. 
As the first jet of hot cum entered her she had spun off into an 
orgasm of her own, shouting as a fit of ecstasy rode her to 
exhaustion.

     Dan collapsed on top of her as his cock shriveled, and he lay 
there several minutes before he felt his strength returning. 
Muscles still a bit stiff, he groaned quietly as he pushed himself 
to his knees and eased himself off the couch.

     But before he could do any more, Connie reached out a silky 
leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him back down onto the 
couch. Like a magician, she made his cock rise again with an 
expert blow-job. This time he took her from behind, like an 
animal, his hands mauling her massive tits as he slammed his 
cock into her sopping wet pussy. He came again, hard, and her 
pulsing cunt lips milked him dry.

     Then, to his utter astonishment, she brought him back to life 
a third time, a thing that had never happened to him before. This 
time he was too tired to do anything more than sit up on the 
couch, so she squatted over him and lowered herself onto his 
hard shaft, doing all the work as she pounded away until yet 
another wave of cum poured into her sodden cunt.

     At last she let him go. Connie had to help Dan get into his 
clothes; his hands were shaking slightly and he couldn't seem to 
get the buttons into the proper holes. She gave him one last 
deep, wet kiss, that he felt down to his toes, and squeezed his 
ass cheeks as he turned to go. At the door he took one last look 
back at her perfect, naked body. Her face wore a Mona Lisa smile 
of utter contentment. Words failed him.

     "Until next time," she whispered. Dan closed the door and 
stood in the hall outside. Next time?!