Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.femdom
From: an273146@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 9 Jun 1995 00:10:58 UTC
Subject: Bacchanalia (m/f, femdom?)

			     Bacchanalia
				  by
			   T.J. MacAllister

	The smell of frying bacon and eggs eased Dyon Thomas out of
his sleep. In the few dreamy moments before full consciousness hit
him, he imagined he was home, waiting for his mother to call him to
breakfast. As daylight pierced the fuzzy cloud of sleep, he realized
he was not at home, not even at his apartment, but in a strange, yet
familiar room.

	The feeling was nothing new to him. Dyon had gotten used to
waking up in strange rooms a long time ago. It came with the
territory. He sat up and tried to remember the night before. Looking
around, he saw a purse sitting on a nearby dresser and quickly
ransacked it, looking for some clue as to where he was and with whom.

	The driver's license listed the woman as Sheila Severson. She
was twenty-six and, judging by the picture, he must not have been too
drunk when he picked her up.

	Hearing footsteps in the hall, he quickly replaced the license
and began to get dressed.

	"Is sleepy head up now?" a voice called from the doorway.

	Sheila Severson was much better looking than her picture gave
her credit: long blond hair, good legs, and a great chest.

	She sat down beside Dyon, placed her arms around his neck, and
kissed him gently just below his ear.

	"Did you sleep okay?" she asked.

	"Not too bad," Dyon said, slipping on his black Reeboks.

	"I made you some breakfast. I hope you like bacon and eggs."

	Dyon slid out from under her arms and put on his shirt.

	"Sorry, but I can't stay for breakfast," he said, "I've got to
meet someone."

	"You mean you can't come up with a better line than that."

	"Give me a few minutes. I'll see if I can do better."

	"You bastard," Sheila yelled. "What the hell do you expect me
to do with all the food I made you."

	"Eat it yourself."

	"Thanks a lot. I guess this means I'm never going see you
again."

	Dyon tied his shoes in silence, paying more attention to the
laces than necessary.

	"Well," she insisted, "am I going to see you again?"

	"I've got to go," he replied.

	"So that's it, huh? You got what you wanted. You fucked me and
now you're gone. I thought you were different. You seemed like such a
nice guy last night at the bar."

	"Yeah, well, first impressions ain't always right."

	"I hope your cock rots and falls off," she yelled, running
from the room.

	Dyon made his way through the apartment and ducked out the
front door just as flying eggs and bacon splattered against the
hallway wall.

				* * *

	Out in the street, the air was thick with smog. Although it
was only seven o'clock, the temperature was already well into the
eighties. Dyon cursed the smog and the heat as he got into his black
300ZX. If it wasn't for the women, he would've left L.A. a long time
ago.

	The Santa Monica freeway was a sea of cars. Dyon turned on the
radio to try and drown out his thoughts. He had never really gotten
used to the morning after scenes. They were usually messy, but it was
part of the game. Besides, he'd never see that bitch again.

	Back at his apartment, Dyon took a long shower and got ready
for work. He was already an hour late, but Bob would cover for him. He
always did. It was the price he paid to have a vicarious sex life.

	When Dyon finally sauntered into Spenser's Wine Emporium at
twelve-thirty, only three and a half hours late, Bob Vincent was
behind the imitation mahogany counter waiting on a old woman with blue
hair.

	Poor slob, Dyon thought, Bob would never know the joys of hit
and run sex. Bob was a rail of a human being who stood six foot tall
and barely weighed 100 pounds. He wore bifocals thicker than
magnifying glasses and had more pimples than a class of high school
freshmen. But Dyon liked Bob, even though he thought he was a dork.
Bob did his job so well, the boss never noticed when Dyon slacked off,
which he did regularly.

	"Did you score last night, Dyon?" Bob asked after his customer
had left.

	"Of course."

	"Well, are you going to tell me about it, or what?"

	"Don't rush me," Dyon said, straightening his tie. "Do you
want all the details, or just a brief rundown."

	"Gimme it all," Bob said, rubbing his hands together.

	"Her name was Sheila, a nursing student at UCLA. Long blond
hair, legs like a thoroughbred. Christ, her jugs were so big I was
afraid I'd get stretch marks around my mouth."

	Bob leaned on the counter, greedily sucking in Dyon's words.

	"How many times did you do it?"

	"I stopped counting after seven."

	"Jeeesus, you got it made man," Bob exclaimed, "screwing a
different broad every night. "Christ, I can't even remember the last
time I got laid."

	Dyon seriously wondered if Bob had ever gotten laid and was
about to say something to that effect when the woman walked into the
shop. He wasn't the kind to believe in love at first sight, but
lust at first sight was another thing.

	She was tall, about five ten or eleven. Curly, black hair
framed her face and cascaded over broad shoulders. Her profile
reminded Dyon of the Greek sculptures he'd seen in the museum once
when he was trying to get an art student into the sack. The woman had
a finely chiseled aquiline nose, just the right size for her face, and
a strong, perfectly formed chin. Her skin was dark olive, probably of
Mediterranean descent. What little make-up she wore accentuated her
high cheekbones, and large, doe like eyes.

	She wore a loose, white-cotton blouse, with enough buttons
undone to expose a good portion of her well-formed breasts. Dyon
guessed they had to be a least 40 double D's. He always said it was
the cup size that really mattered.

	The blouse was tucked into a black leather mini-skirt that
showed off a waspish waistline and gently sloped over her smooth
rounded hips before revealing the lower portion of her thighs and
toned calves. The skirt couldn't have been any tighter if it had been
painted on.

	Both men watched as she walked down the second aisle of wine
bottles, toward the more expensive champagnes.

	"Watch a pro in action," Dyon said.

	The woman was reading the label on a bottle of imported
champagne when Dyon sauntered up to her.

	"Do you know that certain cultures believe that champagne is
an aphrodisiac?" he offered.

	The woman looked up at him, ran her eyes over his body and
licked her lips.

	"No I wasn't," she replied, "but then again, I've never needed
an aphrodisiac to make a man horny."

	Dyon felt a twinge in his stomach. There was something
slightly unnerving about the way she looked at him. It was exciting
and frightening at the same time.

	"My name is Dyon Thomas," he said, bowing slightly, "how may I
be of service."

	The woman paused before answering, as if she were going to say
one thing, then decided to say something else.

	"I'm having a very special celebration tonight and I would
like some champagne. What do you suggest?"

	"If you'll wait here," he bluffed, "I'll check and see what we
have in stock."

	Dyon went back to the counter, were Bob stood staring at the
woman like man in a trance. He pulled a wine catalog from underneath
the counter and pretended to read it.

	"She wants champagne for a party," he said to Bob out of the
side of his mouth, "what should I tell her?"

	"Suggest a Dom Perignon `53. Not too dry, or sweet, with a
fresh fruity aroma and just enough effervescence to lift the
spirit. Only $60 a bottle."

	"Thanks, buddy."

	Dyon closed the catalog and returned to the woman.

	"May I suggest a Dom Perignon `53. Not too dry, or sweet, with
a fresh fruity aroma and just enough effervescence to lift the spirit.
Only $60 a bottle."

	"You certainly seem to know a lot about champagne," the woman
said.

	"It comes from years of training."

	"I'll bet. Well, that sounds good. I'll take a case."

	"A case? That's twelve bottles, do you know how much... "

	"I'll pay in cash, of course."

	"Of course."

	Cash. A real class act, Dyon thought.

	The woman counted out six, crisp one-hundred dollar bills and
handed them to Dyon. "Oh, one more thing, could you have the case
delivered, please. I have some other shopping to do."

	"We don't normally deliver," Dyon began, "but, for you, I'll
deliver the champagne personally. Will four o'clock be all right."

	"That would be perfect. I'll be waiting." The look on her face
let Dyon know she had more in mind that just champagne. "By the way,"
Dyon said as he wrote up the order, "I don't believe you told me your
name."

	"Semele."

	"Semele what?"

	"Just Semele."

				* * *

	At precisely four o'clock Dyon Thomas rang the doorbell of the
palm enshrouded stucco ranch house at the address given him by the
mysterious woman he knew only as Semele.

	"Who's there," a voice crackled over an intercom mounted to
the wooden doorjamb.

	"Dyon Thomas, from Spenser's Wine Emporium."

	"Come on in," the voice said, "the door's unlocked. I'm out
back by the pool."

	Dyon opened the door and carried the case of champagne down a
long hallway, past a myriad of rooms, before coming to the kitchen.
Angling off the kitchen was a living room with one wall made entirely
of sliding glass doors.

	Through the doors, Dyon could see a terraced backyard
completely surrounded by towering, leafy hedges. Directly behind the
house was an Olympic-sized swimming pool. At the far end of the pool
stood a life-sized marble sculpture of a muscular, naked man wrapped
in a grape vine. Before the statue rested a long marble table
decorated with bunches of grapes and grape leaves.

	Dyon set down the case and went out through an open door onto
a stone patio. Semele was lying on a chaise lounge next to the pool.

	She was wearing a white bikini that was little more than
three, flimsy cloth triangles and a couple of pieces of string. Her
hard, tanned body glistened with oil and sweat. Deep brown, half
dollar-sized nipples, outlined with perspiration, showed through the
scant bikini top. Dyon could see curly wisps of dark pubic hair
peeking out from under the triangle that barely covered her crotch.

	"Do you like what you see?" Semele asked in a low breathy
voice.

	"Not bad," Dyon teased.

	"Not bad, my ass," she replied. "If your cock was any harder
you could cut diamonds with it. I can see it from here."

	Dyon felt the warm blood rush into his face. He couldn't
remember the last time a woman had made him blush.

	"That champagne needs to be chilled," he said, trying to
maintain his composure. He was used to being the aggressor and
Semele's forwardness made him uncomfortable, but horny nonetheless.

	"Why don't you put a couple of bottles in refrigerator while I
change," Semele suggested. She went into the house, gently brushing
Dyon's crotch with her hand as she passed him.

	Dyon followed her into the house and took the champagne into
the kitchen. He had stacked half of the bottles in the refrigerator
when he heard Semele call to him.

	"Could you come in here," she said, "I'm having a little
trouble."

	Dyon followed Semele's voice and found her in the bedroom
sitting on a vast circular bed, trying to undo her bikini top.

	"I can't get the knot out," she explained, "would see if you
can."

	"I used to be a boy scout. There isn't a knot in the world I
can't untie," Dyon joked.

	The knot virtually fell apart when he touched it. Semele
slipped off the flimsy top and turned to him. Before Dyon could do
anything, Semele put her arms around his neck and drew his head to her
ample bosom.

	Dyon moved from breast to breast, licking, biting and sucking
her fast-hardening nipples. She moaned softly and pulled Dyon backward
onto the bed. Their mouths met and they kissed voraciously, it seemed
as if they would devour each other. While tongues darted, exploring
dark, hidden recesses, Semele carefully undressed Dyon. Her knowing
hands roamed his body, lingering in just the right spots.

	Digging her long fingernails into Dyon's back, she rolled over
on top of him and began kissing her way over his chest and down his
stomach. Dyon's breath grew heavy as Semele's tongue caressed the
shaft of his cock. Slowly, almost methodically, she licked her way up
to the tip, while gently fondling his balls. Taking his entire length
into her mouth, Semele began to suck hard and hungrily, as if she were
trying to swallow him whole. Dyon lay almost paralyzed with pleasure.
Dyon was certain he was going to come when Semele stopped.

	"No," he pleaded.

	"Yes," she cooed, "I have other plans."

	Semele rose and stood over Dyon with her legs parted. He
watched silently as her fingers ran through her thick black pubic hair
and disappeared into her pussy. She licked her lips as she
masturbated. Within seconds, she glistened with wetness. Unleashing
an animalistic wail, Semele dropped onto him and mounted his iron
cock. She pumped furiously. Dyon tried to join in, but couldn't keep
up with her frenzied rhythm. His head swam and his whole body seemed
to tingle with electricity. He didn't know how long he'd last at this
pace, but he prayed he wouldn't come too soon.

	Nearly helpless, Dyon gazed up at Semele as she rocked back
and forth. The half-crazed mask of pleasure she wore was more animal
than human. His breath came in gasps as she pumped, faster and
faster, building to climax. The minutes stretched into hours. Finally,
Semele cried out as Dyon's body went rigid and his cock exploded with
the force of a fire hose. Semele convulsed, then crumpled onto Dyon's
chest.

	The two lay on the disheveled bed, their limp, sweat-soaked
bodies intertwined. Physically and emotionally exhausted, Dyon slipped
into sleep.

	When Dyon awoke the luminous dial on his watch read 9:30.
Semele was gone and it took him a few minutes to put the pieces
together. He thought about Semele and realized that he hadn't fucked
her, she had fucked him. She had been in complete control. That had
never happened to him before and Dyon wasn't quite sure how to handle
it.

	There was something else about her, though. He didn't want
this to be a one-nighter. She was the best he'd ever had. He'd finally
found someone he wanted to stay with, forever.

	Wrapping himself in a sheet, Dyon left the bedroom and found
Semele in the kitchen, preparing hors d'oeuvres.

	"Hi," she said, turning to give him a kiss. She seemed to glow
with immense vitality.

	"Hi, yourself," he replied and sat down at the bar that
separated the kitchen from the living room.

	Semele handed him a crystal champagne glass. "I opened a
bottle of champagne for us."

	"Thanks."

	"I guess I got a little carried away."

	"Then here's to getting carried away," Dyon said and raised
his glass in a toast. "What's that you're making?"

	"Appetizers," Semele answered. "I'm having a party tonight,
remember."

	"Oh yeah, am I invited?"

	"Sure, but you may feel a little out of place. All of the
guests are going to be women."

	"That's my kind of party."

	Dyon picked up his drink and walked over to the glass doors.
The backyard was lit with spotlights, strategically hidden in the
shrubbery. Between the full moon and the spotlights, the yard glowed
with a warm, yellow light.

	"What's the deal with the statue?" Dyon asked.

	"Do you like it?" Semele said, joining him at the door. "I
brought it from Greece."

	"You have friends there?"

	"My parents were born there."

	"I thought you looked Mediterranean."

	"Come on, let's sit on the couch and have some more
champagne." she said.

	Dyon poured himself another glass and sat down next to Semele.

	"Who's it supposed to be? The statue I mean," he asked.

	"Bacchus."

	"Who's he?"

	"You of all people should know that. He's the god of wine and
fertility."

	"Sounds like my kind of guy. I'll bet he drove the women
crazy."

	"More than you know," Semele said.

	"What do you mean by that?"

	"My mother once told me that in ancient Greece, there was a
strange cult of Bacchus worshipers called the Maenads. They were a
group of crazy women who would seduce men and then sacrifice them to
Bacchus by ripping them to shreds with their bare hands."

	"Jesus, I'd hate to meet one of them."

	Suddenly, Dyon's face and hands went numb. A million invisible
needles pierced his flesh. The glass slipped from his hand and
shattered against the floor.

	"Sorry, the champagne must've gone to my head." He had to
fight to get the words out. His tongue grew thick and parched. He
tried to pick up the glass, but his arms were too heavy to move.

	"Either that, or the sedative I put in your glass is taking
effect," Semele said. As his world grew dark, the last thing Dyon saw
was Semele's blood red lips part in a ghastly smile.

				* * *

	Dyon awoke to the sensation of cold stone against his naked
back. He opened his eyes and through a dim fog saw a pale face
staring down at him. As his vision cleared, he realized that it was
the unfeeling marble face of Bacchus. He tried to get up. Coarse ropes
bit into the skin of his wrists and ankles.

	"What the hell's going on here," Dyon thought.

	Suddenly, from nowhere and everywhere at once, Dyon heard a
low, moaning chant. Straining at his bonds, he craned his neck to see
where the chanting was coming from. He saw a line of hooded, white-
robed figures slowly walking down the grassy path to the altar. As
they drew closer, he could make out the soft, supple outlines of the
female bodies beneath the robes.

	The women silently surrounded the altar, each placing their
hands on the smooth marble top. Dyon counted twelve in all. Through
the thin, filmy robes, he could see each woman's shapely, sloping
hips, and full, up-front breasts with erect, protruding nipples.

	One of the women removed her hood, it was Semele, her face,
stoic and solemn.

	"Let the ceremony begin," she intoned.

	Almost on cue, the other women let their robes drop to the
ground and Dyon was surrounded by a ring of naked, erotic flesh. His
cock jumped to attention. He'd never been part of an orgy before, if
that's what this was.

	Semele snapped her fingers and Dyon felt soft fingers and wet
tongues roaming his body. They licked and caressed his arms, chest,
legs, neck and face, but no one touched his raging hard cock. That was
for Semele. He looked up just in time to see her mouth closing around
his dick. She sucked like a vacuum, fondling his balls with one hand
and pumping the shaft of his cock with the other. Wait `til Bob heard
about this. He wouldn't believe it. Hell, Dyon wasn't sure he believed
it. But it was happening. Twelve beautiful, horny women were having
their way with him.

	Semele kept working on his cock, alternating between sucking
and nipping at the distended bulb with her teeth. Several times Dyon
thought he would explode, but each time, Semele eased off just enough
to keep him from cumming. Minutes turned to hours, as Dyon was sucked
into a whirlpool of pleasure. Slowly, methodically, each women took a
turn sucking his cock, stopping just before the moment of orgasm.
Finally, it was Semele's turn again.

	This time she attacked his iron-hard member with unbridled
voracity, sucking and pumping, pumping and sucking. Dyon's cock
disappeared down her throat. He felt the cum building in his
surging balls, and just as he was about to shoot his load, Semele let
his rod slip out of her mouth. She continued to stroke his cock until
it erupted with geyser force. Dyon thought that he would never stop
cumming, buckets and buckets of jizm burst from his red, swollen dick.
He watched in awe as the women scooped up the cum and smeared it on
their bodies.

	After each woman had anointed herself with Dyon's jizm, Semele
raised her arms and began to chant again.

	"O Lord Bacchus, Master Of The Vine and Giver Of Pleasure,"
she intoned, "we, your daughter's have each shared this man, thereby
making him worthy for sacrifice to you."

	Dyon, who until now had been in a haze of euphoria, suddenly
snapped to attention. Did she say sacrifice?

	"What the hell is going on here?" he roared. "I mean, fun is
fun, but what do you mean sacrifice?"

	Semele, stopped her chant, looked down at Dyon and smiled.

	"We are offering you up to Bacchus, as did our sisters the
Maenads. You have been properly anointed by performing that act of sex
with each of us. Don't you recognize us."

	Dyon looked around the circle... PG The faces all seemed
familiar. He racked his brain trying to place them. Suddenly it hit
him; he'd had one-night stands with all of them. There was Cindy,
whom he'd fucked and left two months ago. Next to her stood Anita, the
big-titted redhead he'd met in Vegas. To his right was Barbara, the
model he butt-fucked for the first time. For every face there was the
memory of a night, but only one night.

	"For the past few months we've been preparing you for this
night," Semele explained. "In order for you to be worthy of sacrifice,
you had to have sex with each one of us. So, one after another, we let
you pick us up and make love to us. You should feel privileged. Out of
all the men in Los Angeles we chose you. And tonight is a very special
night. We're inducting a new member into our sorority."

	Semele turned and summoned a thirteenth robed figure to altar.
The figure walked up to Dyon and removed her robe. It was Sheila
Severson. She was the first to sink her nails into Dyon's flesh.
------> ../back_problems.gz <------
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Back Problems
Date: 5 Oct 1995 01:35:46 GMT

			    Back Problems

	June had been seeing the chiropractor now for two years. In
all that time her back problem had come and go. After seeing Dr. V.
for a couple of visits her back would feel fine and she would go
another six months with no pain. Now she was heading back from some
more stretching and disc popping.

	Nancy, one of Dr. V.'s assistants took June into one of the
rooms in the back.

	"Ok, now get undressed and we'll put you on the heat massage
table," Nancy said pleasantly.

	June stripped down to her chemise and pantyhose and started to
lie down on the table.

	"Wait a minute," Nancy said, "we are going to use a new
procedure that requires that you remove all your clothes and drink
this."

	She handed her a cup with what looked like orange juice.

	"What's this?" June asked as she took the little cup and
drained it.

	"It's a new muscle stimulant. It will help the heat massager
do it's job better," the pretty aide said matter of factly.

	June shrugged and stripped naked. She felt a little
uncomfortable standing there totally nude in front of the aide.

	"Ok, now lie down and we'll begin."

	As she lay down on the cool table her nipples immediately
hardened into little points. It felt good when Nancy applied the heat
massager and June soon drifted off to sleep.

	June awoke with a start. She was no longer lying on the table,
she was sitting in a device she didn't recognize. Her legs were spread
and strapped into stirrups and her arms were bound at her sides. She
started to speak and realized she was gagged. Her groggy attempts at
speech were unintelligible. Dr. V. was now standing next to her.

	"Well, I see you've come back," he said with a smile, "the
heat massage has that effect on a lot of people. Also the muscle
relaxer you drank helped."

	"That sneaky bitch," June thought as her pussy convulsed, "she
drugged me!"

	The doctor was looking at her obscenely exposed and bound
body. His hand reached out and gently massaged her breasts and lightly
pinched her erect nips.

	June moaned into the gag, she couldn't believe what was
happening to her. She could feel her pussy juices dripping down her
asscheeks as his other hand busied itself with her clit. She
remembered, with embarrassment, that her husband had shaved her pussy
the other night. Her naked lips were there for all to see. Dr. V.
seemed to like her nude cuntlips as he probed and rubbed his hand all
over her hairless little mound.

	"My, my you seem to be getting excited rather quickly," he
leered, "your naked, little twat is leaking like a faucet. Somehow I
thought you'd respond well to this treatment."

	His hands left her body and she could see him reaching for
something above her head. She jumped (as much as she could) when he
attached little clamps to her nipples. The clamps had fishing line
tied to them. Her nipples stretched as the doctor tightened the lines.
Her breathing got heavier as she felt the pressure increase and then
stay constant at her tits. Two more clamps were clipped onto her pussy
lips and they too were then stretched open. The pressure at her cunt
and tits was making June horny. It hurt, but somehow she didn't care
anymore. Although she was nervous she was beginning to hope he'd put
something hard into her exposed slit and relieve the building pressure
inside. She wondered how big his cock was.

	"Nancy, prepare her for the next step," he ordered.

	Nancy appeared at the foot of the chair-like device. She was
now clad in a full latex body suit. Strategically placed holes exposed
her firm small tits with their large stiff nipples and her juicy,
hairy pussy. Her face moved between June's spread thighs and she felt
Nancy's tongue enter her spread cunt. She licked up and down,
concentrating on her clit. She then moved down and pushed her tongue
into her puckered ass. June again moaned thru the gag as she felt the
invader plunging in and out of her grasping asshole.

	"That's enough," the doctor said curtly, "I'm going to remove
your gag, if you wish to yell or scream no one will hear you in this
sound-proofed room. If you do however, I'll be forced to punish you.
Do you understand?"

	June nodded her head slowly. The gag was removed and Dr. V.
had Nancy unzip his fly. She reached in and pulled out his erect cock.
She gave it a quick kiss and then presented it to June's mouth.

	"Open your mouth and suck it."

	Considering her position she had no choice. His prick was
throbbing and leaking pre-come. It was about nine inches long and
fairly big around. She opened her mouth wide and the doctor pressed
the head of his dripping prick into it.

	"Use your tongue," he ordered.

	June wrapped her tongue around the veined shaft that was
pressing deeper into her waiting mouth. He began a slow fucking
motion, pulling his cock out until only the head remained between her
lips and then driving it back in. After a few minutes of this he
pulled it completely out of her mouth. A strand of his pre-come
stretched from the head to her lips. He wiped his slick rod off on her
lips and cheeks.

	"Now for the next part of your treatment," he said with an
evil grin.

	He went to the end of the table and pulled out a device that
looked like a turkey baster. The doctor pushed the tip of the thing
into her back hole. He eased it slowly into her until three or four
inches was buried in her tight little bunghole.

	It felt hot as it traveled up her ass. He then squeezed the
bulb and the warm liquid it was filled with began spurting into her
ass. He worked the baster in and out of her hole. It seemed to have
been filled with some kind of oil. Her now slick asshole spasmed as
the hard plastic tube was removed. June could feel the oil dripping
from her anus. The doctor then pressed a butt plug into her spasming
anus. It locked securely in place.

	"Nancy, now it's your turn," he said, "Do it."

	Nancy moved a lever on the chair and moved June down until her
face was level with the aide's hairy pussy lips peeking out of the
latex suit. The latex clad beauty put a leg on either side of June's
head so that her dripping muff was directly over her face. Several
drops splashed against June's eyes and nose. She then moved the lever
again. The chair moved back up and June's face was pressed tightly
against Nancy's cunt. The horny aide rubbed her puss all over June's
face, her juices glistened on her cheeks and mouth.

	"Open your mouth bitch and use your tongue," the aide gasped.

	June tentatively stuck her tongue between the folds of the
nurse's hairy lips and began lapping at her twitching cunthole. This
was the first woman June had ever had sex with. Nancy reached back and
spread her ass checks and pressed her asshole down on June's nose as
June continued to lick her pink slit. June's senses were overwhelmed
by the combination of odors of the hot aide.

	She felt the butt-plug being pulled out of her stretched
asshole. The doctor began rubbing his hard-on against her well lubed
anus. His cock began to penetrate her and it slid easily into her
tight tail until all nine inches was buried and the doctor's balls
were slapping against her ass cheeks. June began panting into the
pussy that was still shoved against her open mouth as Dr. V. worked
his rod in and out of her now well stretched asshole. June couldn't
see it, but the doctor had clipped nipple clamps onto Nancy's exposed,
heaving titties. The lines were attached to the same clamps that held
June's nips prisoner. The effect was that each time Nancy moved the
line would tighten and pull at both of their squeezed and stretched
nipples.

	"We call this our deep back massage," the doctor said with a
laugh, "I think you can feel why. I hope you are enjoying your
treatment."

	He continued pumping his hard cock into her loosening ass.
June could feel it start to expand inside her and she knew he was
about to shoot his hot seed into her ravaged asshole. She could feel
his come shooting into her bowels. June normally didn't like enemas
but this sperm enema was getting her hotter and hotter as he continued
to pour his come into her bound body. Nancy was starting to groan and
her pussy began creaming even more as she shuddered with an orgasm.
Her body was wildly spasming, causing the tit clamps to be pulled
tightly. June opened her mouth to yell and was treated to a downpour
as the horny aide's cunt juice filled her mouth, drowning out her
cries. The doctor removed Nancy's nipple clamps and moved the chair
back down. He helped the weak-kneed aide move off of June's soaked
face.

	"Now for the final phase of your treatment."

	June could see the doctor fiddling with some attachment
between her legs. Nancy went to a cabinet and removed a large prick
shaped object. It was enormous, fully fourteen inches long and three
inches in diameter. She lubed the obscene organ with a suggestive
stroking motion and handed it to the doctor. He made some more
adjustments and June suddenly felt the end of the huge dildo pushed
into the opening of her stretched cunt. Her pussy twitched wildly as
the large prick spread her cunt to the limit. When the doctor had
worked about ten inches into her he flipped a switch.

	"Ohhhh, my god!" was June's only response as the big fake dick
began throbbing in her cunt. She had never felt so full before.

	The vibrations were only the beginning, however. It then
started to pump in and out of her outrageously stretched love tunnel.
She could feel it slide out leaving a couple of inches still buried in
her and then slide back in until it felt like the full length was
crammed inside her.

	"We'll be back in about twenty minutes to see how the
treatment is going," the doctor said as they opened the door and
walked out.

	Meanwhile poor June was coming like gangbusters all over the
throbbing dildo. The orgasms seemed to go on forever, one after the
other as the pistoning rod surged relentlessly in and out of her
pussy. June didn't think she could take twenty minutes of this, but
she also didn't have much of a choice. Her body twitched wildly as
she kept coming time after time. After what seemed like hours the
door to the treatment room opened but it wasn't Dr. V. that entered.
It was Clia the receptionist.

	"Oh my, it looks like the doctor has got himself another
little slut to play with," she said with a leer "Let's see if you've
been properly broken in yet.

	Clia walked over to where June lay being ravished by the
relentless pumping of the fake cock. She lowered the chair and lowered
her panties to her knees. She then backed up and presented her
twitching asshole to June's mouth.

	"Suck it good and maybe I'll turn off the machine."

	June stuck her tongue out and buried in the receptionist's
ass. She just kept reaming the ass while her nose was deep in Clia's
wet pussy. The aide began spasming and June could feel her tongue and
nose being squeezed. Her orgasm caused her to shudder violently. Her
juices spread across June's face.

	"Not bad for your first time, but I won't be able to turn off
the machine. The doctor wouldn't like that," she said with a laugh.

	As soon as Clia had pulled up her panties and left the doctor
walked in.

	"How's the little patient doing?" he asked with a smile,
watching her body shaking from the pounding.

	"Please... shut it... off!" June cried, "I can't take
anymore!"

	"There's only one final step," he said as he reached for
something June couldn't see.

	The dildo began squirting something into her expanded cunt.
It felt like a firehose was spurting into her as another wave of
orgasms left her limp. Her mouth hung open and a shudder passed thru
her body. Dr. V. flipped another switch and the instrument came to a
halt. Dr. V. slowly slid the enormous cock from her pussy. It came out
with a wet plop. Her vaginal canal was spread widely and felt quite
empty now, the fluid that had been shot into her was draining out in a
steady stream onto the floor. After a few minutes Dr. V. removed the
clamps and straps that held her in place and helped June to her feet.
Her legs wobbled and she was very unsteady.

	"Now if you're thinking about calling the police or some other
such nonsense, I think you should see this," Dr. V. said ominously.

	A television screen came to life and June was aghast to see
herself being manipulated by the nurse and Dr. V. and the demonic
fucking machine. Her groans of pleasure showed she was enjoying the
whole scene.

	"A copy of this tape will be presented to your husband and
boss if you do anything stupid. What's it going to be?"

	"I guess I'll have to think about it," she replied slowly.

	"Well, what's it going to be?" the doctored questioned
impatiently.

	"I'll do what ever you want," she said in a small voice.

	"Good, now get down on your knees, you will show me how
sincere you are," he said curtly.

	She did as she was told and the doctor pulled his now limp
dick from his pants. He slid the tip between her lips and she began
sucking him into her mouth. The tip suddenly exploded as the he began
pissing into her mouth.

	"Swallow it all or you'll keep trying until you do."

	She opened her throat and could feel the hot pee coursing into
her. She didn't get it all and some splashed over her lips and down
her chin.

	"Well you didn't do a very good job, so come with me."

	He led her to a corner of the room where there was a toilet
seat on legs. The doctor pulled a funnel shaped device from the wall.
He inserted the narrow end into June's mouth and locked the straps
around her head. He then lay her down on her back and positioned her
so that her face was directly under the opening in the seat and the
funnel was attached to the edge of the seat. A collar was placed
around her neck and secured to the legs. She now couldn't move her
head at all.

	"Is she ready?" Nancy asked as she came over.

	"Yes, have a seat."

	Nancy sat down on the seat and began pissing into the funnel.
June swallowed rapidly, she couldn't lose any of this load. The
funnel began filling as she got a little behind. The nurse finished
and June was still swallowing until the funnel was drained.

	"Do you think you can squeeze me in next week?" came her
reply.
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From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Backyard Boff
Date: 12 Jun 1996 22:03:27 GMT

			    Backyard Boff

	I've learned two things about the country since I moved into
my aunt's cottage for the summer - one, the lawn doesn't really have
to be mowed once a week, and two, the girl next door is a mind-
boggling, dick-devouring piece of ass! I mind doing the lawn, but I
certainly don't mind doing the girl!

	Georgia is a young dumpling who works over at the video store
in town. She doesn't work until evening so she has lots of time for
the important things in life - like washing her car, throwing a
frisbee around, watering the lawn and of course, tanning her luscious
bod, which she does topless in her backyard. Fortunately the fence is
broken, and this creates a number of convenient chinks and cracks
where I can watch Georgia as she parades around topless in the warm
summer afternoons. Her big meaty knockers, with their dome shaped,
stand-up nipples, present quite a spectacle, and after beating my meat
several time with those gorgeous globes in mind, I decided it was time
Georgia and I got better acquainted.

	What better way to break the ice than a nice backyard
barbecue? I picked up a couple of thick, red, juicy steaks at the
market, along with briquets and lighter fluid, as well as a large
bottle of vodka. Then on my way home I stopped in front of Georgia's
driveway. Fortunately she was out watering the lawn, the hose between
her legs, which seemed to be perfectly poured into cutoffs which were
so skintight you could clearly see the outline of her slit.

	Sure, she said, she'd love a juicy steak. I told her I'd put
up the fire and she said she'd pop right over. I felt my dick firming
up nicely between my legs. I went back and mixed up a huge pitcher of
vodka martinis, and contemplated exactly how I would go about eating
Georgia's gorgeous snatch.

	She didn't waste time changing or anything like that. She was
over at my house within five fucking minutes, and we were onto our
martinis five minutes after that. It was a hot day and I made them
with plenty of ice, so they were cool and smooth going down - a little
too cool and smooth, because soon we were both zonked. Georgia started
playing with my sprinkler system and soon we were zonked and soaked.
So I suavely suggested we dry off together inside.

	Well, it didn't take me long to make my move. I got her a
towel and suggested she wrap it around herself and get rid of her wet
things. She got rid of them - the cutoffs were quite a struggle, and
then I playfully took the towel away. She said she didn't mind being
naked in front of me. I didn't mind either, and started sucking one of
her tits and playing with her luscious pussy, which was as blonde as
she was.

	I licked her belly and worked my way down to her slit - which
was already dripping pussy juice and was as hot as a blast furnace. I
lapped at her hairy crevice until it parted, and clamped my mouth to
her clit as her breathing became heavy and she hissed with delight "Oh
put it in me, put it in me," she groaned, while at the same time not
letting me take my tongue off her clit. I finally broke free, parted
her gams, got on top, and sunk my swollen pecker all the way into her
tight little love hole.

	She lurched with ecstasy as the full length of my manhood
entered her completely. Then I started really pumping her and she
started to go crazy, nibbling my ear, tonguing my neck, scratching my
back, and getting an increasingly filthy slant on the proceedings.
"Come on baby, fuck me, fuck me real good, that's it, don't stop, come
on, I like that big dick, I want that big dick. I'm a dick girl, a
dick-eater... " And of course, I did my best to oblige he, gripping
her butt and lifting her towards me as I kept pulling it out and
pushing it in.

	I finally felt the walls of her vagina tighten, my nuts start
to churn and boil. She gripped my back and pressed me close to her as
I shoved it all the way inside and she started to take off. her pelvis
gyrated and shook and my penis exploded too, shooting geysers of spunk
deep inside her. That got her going again and she had another
wrenching orgasm, which left us both sweaty and spent on the couch.