Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (humor, kitchen sink) [1/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:24:49 GMT Editor's note: Although this series asserts that it consists of twenty episodes, only nine are known to the editor. The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Prologue These are the erotic adventures of Peecee, they are completely fictional and meant only to entice, arouse, and entertain. If, for any reason, I have accidently used an identity that relates to an actual identity on any BBS anywhere, it is completely coincidental. Come with me now as we meet Peecee, and find out how Peecee got involved in this BBS stuff. The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part I Getting The Best Bang for your Buck Teresa: I really, really like it when the man is dominant Wildman: Wildman is drooling Cat: Or when he takes total and complete control Wildman: I am looking for my whip and chains Teresa: Too rough, WM, I am looking for confidence not sadism in a man Cat: It's hard to find a man who really knows what a woman is looking for Teresa: What I wouldn't give for a man on this BBS who really knows what it takes to satisfy me The words danced across the monitor of my new Zeos 386. It all started last week, on my birthday. At thirty, I wasn't really expecting more than perhaps a birthday card from my mother, and when the boxes arrived last week, it was both a shock and a thrill. It only took me a few minutes to wire it all together and get it booted up, then I sat looking at my "C:>" prompt for an hour and a half wondering what I was supposed to do with this beast next. I headed over to my local Comp-Wonderland and bought a dozen games. With my arms loaded with Captain Commando, Helicopter Chase, Jeopardy, and Panty Raid, I walked past the modem section of the store. "What are these for?" I asked the salesperson, more because of her figure than for any real reason. I settled my purchases onto a nearby cart and tried to make my chest seem more manly by throwing back my shoulders. "Oh, these are our modems. We have quite a selection." It might have been my imagination, but her skirt seemed to be creeping up along her thigh. Her voice was soft and sultry. "I guess you don't already have one." "Well, I just put my new PC together. Actually, I do know what a modem is for, but I really don't know if I have any use for one." As I glanced down at her legs again, I caught my first glimpse of her garter strap. It was gripping the lacy top of what might just have been the sexiest pair of black nylons ever worn by a woman. As she turned to face the display rack, her skirt rode up another millimeter. "Modems are great fun," she said it with a wink and suddenly I knew that I was about to spend some money on a modem. "Have you ever heard of a BBS?" "BS... No I'm serious most of the time... " I was having a hard time concentrating, my eyes and mind kept wandering southward. I spied a line low across her hips... undoubtedly a panty-line and I felt a strange compulsion to reach down and trace it with my finger across her buttocks. "No, silly... Bee Bee Ess... it stands for Bulletin Board Server or System or something like that." She giggled subtly and caressed my shoulder in what I assumed was an unconscious move of friendship. "Oh, you mean like Prodigy... I gotta get that thing." The garter was now fully exposed. The strap to which it was attached was a pastel pink and my heart skipped a beat to imagine her in the lingerie and nothing else. "Well, actually, I guess you could join Prodigy but I was thinking of the BBS, that I call sometimes, it's called Whispers. I can give you the number, it's here locally." Her chest was moving softly with each breath and I noticed her nipples as they poked with subtle sexuality against her sweater. "Now... I have a great modem for you." She pointed to a Starship Datacraft X.V.1++ with MNP compression, V.92 standard error correction, lights showing all data set leads plus the time of day, built-in calculator functions, supported RS232 and V.35 signaling, an additional extension port to allow connection into any cable ready television, and it was attractively mounted in a dark brown cabinet with mauve racing strips. "Hmmm," I said as I carefully lifted the box up. It was light, extremely light and, after a quick glance at the price, I thought to myself that for that price it should have weighed more, much, much more. When I glanced back at my luscious saleslady, I could have sworn that her hand was pressing or rubbing at the point beneath her skirt where her legs joined. She saw me looking and quickly raised her hand scooting her skirt up yet another inch. "Oh, I was day-dreaming, did you say something?" She seemed flustered and blushed, and I could clearly see the bottom edge of the crotch of her light blue panties. Her skirt was now plainly bundled up almost to her waist and I wondered what the view from the rear was like. "I was just wondering if these came in any other colors... " Before I could finish, she had moved closer and was now peering at the box. Her face was inches from mine, her exposed crotch was rubbing against my leg and her breasts pushed into my arm. "Let me see the box. I doubt it though." Her words were carried by a soft wind of her breath. It touched my neck and as I smelt her perfume, my rod began to bulge in my pants. "God... " I whispered. I knew she could hear and she turned to face me fully. I looked straight down and saw my cock now straining the fabric of my pants, her skirt was now completely up around her waist and I stared at the firm exposed flesh that was above her gartered stockings and below her lacy panties. "You are delicious." I sighed. She glanced quickly around and seeing that we were alone, she reached for, first my crotch, and then quickly with her other hand she tore her panties to the ground and stepped out of them. "I'm such a slut, but what the hell... " Our tongues intertwined and she tore my zipper down. Her hand felt cool and comfortable as it wrapped around my hard and hot shaft and began to slowly pull and caress at my rod. "This is too much." "What? Do you want me to stop?" She moaned and I subconsciously slid one finger into her warmth. She was moist and hot and I luxuriated in the soft warmth as I probed her to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me. "You're good. So talented. So firm." The words came out in short bursts as her breathing accelerated. "This is not a good place." I tried to concentrate. I tried to stop both myself and her, but the store was huge and it wasn't crowded and I was getting ready to explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. "Is there a more private place?" I panted. "Fuck privacy," she said and dropped to her knees. I thought that she was going to take my cock into her mouth, but instead she grabbed onto the fingers that were now coated with her lovely warm fluid and began to vigorously suck them. "God, I am horny." I heard through the sucking and then again felt her cool hands cupping and caressing my balls. "Can't hold on much longer." I tried to whisper, but my voice came out cracking. She moved to kiss the head of my penis when I exploded onto her face. My legs buckled and I felt to the floor of the store, just as another couple came walking by. "Right over here are the modems, honey." The middle-aged couple didn't take any notice of us. My sensuous saleswoman licked my come from her face, and straightened her skirt before making a quick exit down the aisle. Somehow, I managed to stuff my member away before detection as well, I quickly grabbed one of the $2000 Starship modems and headed toward the cash register when the couple called to me. "Sir, sir, I think you dropped something here." The middle- aged woman bent over and lifted a damp pair of lacy blue panties. The smell of sex was overwhelming on them. "Ah ah, well, ah, thanks... " I stuttered, I was bright red and I snatched the panties. The couple smiled softly to each other and exchanged glances that let me know that I alone was not the only one kin to monkey business. I shook my head and wandered off to pay for my purchases. "Oh, you're the one." The lady at the cash register handed me a note. "Sally wanted you to have this." On it was written, "Whispers BBS - 555-4326, my ID is Voyess, leave me E-mail." The message was cryptic, but so much the better that it was. Author's note: In the next part, Peecee goes Online and starts to learn what "Chat" is... Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [2/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:26:02 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part II Making Satisfying Connections Author's note: Well, if you remember, in the last part, Peecee received his brand new PC and, after setting it up discovered that without applications a PC is little more than a way of learning to write C:>. He bought some software and found out, cryptically, about the BBS world. We meet him again as he brings his new purchases home. As I opened the car door in front of my apartment building, the boxes of software, plus my $2000 modem spilled out onto the sidewalk. "Damn it!" I said and tried to collect the packages into a better tower for carrying them up the five flights to my apartment. As I stooped over in front of the scattered boxes, a long, slender pair of legs sidled up in front of me. "Hi, P." Her voice was soft and seductive and easily recognizable. I looked up to see my next door neighbor, Karen, the Delta flight attendant, looking down at me with those irresistible, soft blue, bedroom eyes. "Having some trouble." "Oh, yea, having trouble getting these boxes together." I was a bit irritated mostly at my lack of coordination, but also at being seen by the subject of many a wet dream in this flustered state. Karen was wearing a short, very short, extremely short black Spandex mini, and as she bent her knees to lower to the ground to assist me, her skirt inched up. It reminded me too closely of my recent adventure buying this software and wondered if I was dreaming. "Maybe I can help, I'm headed upstairs too." As I looked over at her, I looked straight up her skirt and caught the most fascinating glimpse of something sparkling on her crotch. "Jesus... " I sighed. "Something wrong?" Her voice was naturally breathy as she lifted two of the boxes. "No, ah no." I wondered what the hell could sparkle on a women's panties. I thought for a second that it might be vaginal wetness soaking the nylon and reflecting the sunlight, but the sparkling seemed patterned. "No, I, ah, I am just a bit annoyed because of your box... I mean, these boxes... " Karen was sexy, but in her head, there was enough spare room to store a couple day's supply of Nutrigrain waffles. "Oh, well, I'll get these three if you can get the rest." She stood up and my view of the glitter disappeared into the darkness of her skirt. I let her climb the stairs first and tried to continue our conversation. "My mom recently bought me my first computer, and I was just out getting some software for it." I doubted that she could comprehend much of this and talked slowly and deliberately. Karen's ass swayed delightfully in front of my face and right then, I wished that I had bought the X-ray glasses that I had seen in back of the Archies Comics annual. She replied in her soft, breathy way. "No, I have never been that interested in computers. I guess I should be, it seems that there everywhere now." "That's for sure." My mind drifted and I strained my eye on her swaying bottom trying to understand what on a women's crotch would sparkle. Perhaps, it was a new women's feminine product; lord knows I had absolutely no experience or understanding of them. Maybe a sexual device; I had heard that some women would wear vibrating eggs or something called a butterfly all day long and masturbate while they worked. I quickly discounted that idea realizing that they were perhaps illegal and might interfere with cockpit communications during takeoff and landing. I was really reaching then and thought that perhaps it was a chastity belt of some type. Then, I looked up and saw her large, firm breasts tightly packaged in her low-cut, stretch, cotton T-shirt and doubted that this women even knew the word `chastity'. "Maybe you could show me how it works." We had made it to the fourth floor landing and Karen turned to look at me. "I really, really would appreciate it." She smiled, what perhaps was the sexiest smile ever and I felt an urge to drop to my knees in silent, grateful prayer. "Are you busy right now?" I could feel the sweat break out on my forehead in anticipation. "I plan to set up my modem and maybe we could learn about it together." "No, I have a morning flight, but I am free tonight... all night." Karen winked. Well, at least, it looked like a wink and, in no time flat, we were at my flat and I fumbled for my key. I reached far into my pocket and grabbed onto a large firm object there; it was no key, it was my cock. "Oh, here's my key." Karen stared toward my bulge and smiled again. "Let me get this into here." As I finally pulled the key from my pocket, the pair of panties pulled out with them and fluttered to the ground. Karen reached down to retrieve them. "Panties, oh my, P., what have you been up to?" She rolled the fabric between her fingers to feel its softness or to gauge its worth and then glanced at the label. "Giovan's, size 6, either you are dating a women of class, or you have remarkably good taste for a transvestite." "What? No those aren't mine... well, they're mine... but I don't own them... " I didn't know which way to go with this, so I quickly entered the apartment and put the packages onto the dining room table. Karen followed closely behind. "So where is that thing?" She asked. I looked down at my engorged member and then realized that she was probably talking about my new personal computer. "Oh, it's this way." I grabbed the modem and, the package containing the complimentary communications software, Mo' Modem. I had had my choice of several different communications software packages; Procomm Plus, Q Modem, Crosstalk V, Thermo-Nuclear Comwars, or Mo' Modem, and went with Mo' Modem, basically because of the box illustration. On the Mo' Modem box was a cartoon drawing of Lil' Mo', the Modem Master. He reminded me somewhat of Little Archie, except Lil' Mo' could somehow perform `datacom magic' with his byte wand. Also, along with the Mo' Modem software came a data diskette containing the `Animated Adventures of Lil' Mo'', something no one truly interested in high-quality communications could possibly pass up. As I entered my bedroom where I had set up my PC, I quickly kicked the back issues of Penthouse under the bed. "There she is... ," I said, Karen took a quick and then settled onto my bed to watch me do my install. "Okay, P., do your stuff." Karen kicked off her shoes and as she leaned back onto the bed, her breasts became increasingly pronounced. Her nipples were easily visible through her T-shirt and I felt a bit of drool fall from my lips. "Okay, but I hope this isn't boring." I was having a hard time, a very hard time, and managed to shred both the software and modem boxes when I opened them. I kept thinking that I must look like an asshole, but Karen didn't comment, she just kept smiling, winking and making her nipples extend. If we had been in a stationery store, I'm sure that the manager would have stopped and frisked her, suspecting her of shoplifting eraser-tips beneath her shirt. In fact, I felt a little like frisking her myself. "I like your apartment," she said as I installed the Mo' Modem diskette into floppy drive A. Thank god, it had an install procedure. I typed INSTALL and it loaded onto my hard drive. "So what are you doing?" "I just shoved the com package diskette into the floppy drive and it's loading automatically." Karen licked her lips and I became woozy, I felt that my rapidly filling member was now depriving my brain of necessary blood. I placed the modem onto my desk and looked at the RS-232 connector on the back. "I don't get this. What's the difference between a male and female connector?" I turned to see Karen pull off her skirt. In the crotch of her panties were sequins. I stared closely to see it was an outline of the Grand Canyon and then she yanked them off. "I have a female connector," she said and then tore off her shirt. "Let me see your male connector!" "Oh fuck... " The crotch of my pants tore open as my member reached its fullest engorgement. My cock poked through the opening in my Fruit of the Loom and through the rip. I only got a second to see it however, as Karen quickly sucked my rod into her mouth. "Jesus... " I was screaming. Karen deep-throated my rod and I felt her lips press against my pubic bone. "Christ... " I sighed. "Murphmpf" Karen said. "Wow! Wow! Wow!" I said. "Bloorfomphwhof" Karen said. "God... god... god... god... god," I said. I felt the pressure in my balls increase. "I'm going to come." Karen withdrew my penis from her mouth and quickly turned to aim her bottom toward me. "Ram your male connector into me, let's make the circuit!" Her pussy hung open and as I thrust my member into her steamy warmth, I felt the electricity start to flow. "I'm coming," I said and I blasted a cannon-ball of come into the eager pussy of my next door neighbor. When I awoke fourteen hours later, she was gone, but the modem and comm package had been mysteriously installed and seemed to be working. I groggily looked at the screen to see the words glowing in their phosphorescence before me. "Call me on Whispers BBS, my name there is Flygirl, it's entry 1 in your dialing directory." Another mysterious encounter in less than a few hours, I didn't understand, but felt as if somehow, some BBS god had taken control of me and was now in control of my destiny. I headed to the shower and knew I was going to be late for work. Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the second of 20 parts of Peecee's fascinating and erotic adventure. If you have any comments or suggestions, I would love to hear them, please leave me E-mail on the Galaxy Information BBS. In the next part, the adventure continues as Peecee finds more friends at work. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [3/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:27:06 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part III This Job is Total BBS Author's note: The adventures of Peecee roll right along. In this part, Peecee has his modem up and ready for action, mysteriously accomplished by his next door neighbor as he slumbered, still he won't get a chance to finger it yet as he is late for work. Please note that these adventures are, indeed, completely fictitious (no one could be this lucky), and that any resemblance to real persons or identities is purely coincidental. "Shit, this is the third time this month!" I whispered to myself and climbed onto the East Avenue Express. Since my office was dead-center is the middle of the most crowded business section of the city, I had to park four blocks from work and take the bus in. If I was really lucky, and I thought about the last two women in the last 24 hours, I would be only fifteen minutes late. Still, I knew that my boss would be furious and when I strolled in, I heard about it. "Late again, huh, aren't we feeling special today?" Clarita Thomas, my new boss, wasn't taking any guff from anyone, and I knew she'd been waiting for me. She motioned me into her office with a abrupt angry hand motion that only a few of the very toughest Nazis had ever mastered. "You may have been Wesley's special little boy, but to me you are just another dick, just another swinging Richard... " I knew better, but started to interrupt. "Pardon, Ms. Thomas, my name is P... " "I know your name, you little penis-head!" She screamed at me and whirled around. She was incensed, her face was turning red. "Now listen and listen good." She was almost six feet tall and when I fell back into a chair, she seemed to tower above me in her tight black, rivet-studded, leather skirt and matching jacket. "I am the new boss, the new man-in-charge... I fought and struggled and climbed to the top in this man's world and did so over the wailing and weak bodies of men just like yours." She was on a roll and, as much as I was becoming a bit scared by her demeanor, I was fascinated and drawn to her powerful monologue. She bent over and stared straight into my eyes. "Now, listen, you little maggot, as far as I am concerned, you are NOTHING! Just another computer weenie, a dime a dozen, as easily replaced as a diskette in my drive." She made a subtle waving motion with her hand and I followed it to a PC sitting in a far corner of her office. "I didn't know... " I started to ask her about the PC, especially when I saw that it was hooked to a two thousand dollar Mo' Modem exactly like mine. "What?!" She growled through her clenched teeth. "You dare to speak while I am still speaking!" She grabbed my tie and lifted me up by it, it quickly tightened around my neck. "You insolent little hot dog, I should whip you for that." "Wait a min... " The words caught in my throat captured by the rapidly tightening tie. In a way, this was suddenly seeming as unreal as my last two recent encounters with women had been. "Sit over there!" She pointed to a far corner and I saw that there was no chair over there, she then let go of my tie and I dropped to the floor gasping for air. "Don't even think of anymore back talk!" I crawled over to the corner. Ms. Thomas moved briskly past me to the office door and locked it with a sharp click. I thought to myself. "Jesus, this lady is crazy. I'm in big trouble. "I looked for an escape and, as I searched the room rapidly, I noticed something that should have been so obvious before, but somehow escaped my eye until now. As plain as day, a full-size mechanical bull, straight from a rodeo cowboy's training camp, sat across the room. It was saddled and ready for action and then I felt the first crack. "Little faggot!" Ms. Thomas smacked the riding crop against my ass again and I dived away from the pain landing right at her feet. Her feet were now clad in long black leather boots and I followed her legs up and then noticed that her leather skirt and jacket had been removed. She was adorned in only the boots, fishnet stockings held up by a black, leather garter belt, crotchless leather panties, and a peek-a-boo leather bra showing her erect perk nipples. Around her neck was a studded choker, and then to my ultimate surprise, I saw the ropes in her other hand. I whimpered. "Go ahead and cry my little love slave." Mistress Thomas lifted her boot and sliced through my best pair of slacks with an incredibly long and sharp stiletto heel. She cut from the waist to the crotch and I felt my face go red. I was humiliated now completely... the little yellow duckies, the pattern on my boxer shorts, could be seen through the cut. (Okay, I know what you're thinking, but they were a gift from my mother, and, besides, they were the only ones that were clean.) "Take everything off!" My mistress ordered. "Or I'll cut them off and I am not a particularly good aim with my heel." She smiled evilly and I began to remove all of my clothes. "C'mon, my little lover-boy, I want to see your duckie!" Before long, I was naked and my mistress had donned a pair of matching long black leather gloves. "Let's see your little duckie... " She lifted my penis and began to examine it. In spite of myself, I began to get an erection and, within seconds, it had swollen to its full size. "Hmmm, impressive... " She muttered and then said, as she stroked. "I want to see you ride. I want to see you take on Big Benjamin the Bull." She pointed to the mechanical bull. "Mount him, big boy, mount him." I could barely walk, for the shame of it all, but forced myself to slowly move toward the menacing, mechanical monster. A sharp crack from her riding crop sent me scurrying over to the contraption. I hopped aboard and settled into the saddle. My erect cock pointed up and I was glad that I was hard because I knew that would keep my cock from getting caught between my bouncing behind and the saddle. But second later, my relief turned into disbelief as Mistress Thomas began to wrap the reins around my hard-on. "We wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself," she said as she tugged the knot tight. I tried to keep it in, but the words slipped out. "Please... no... please... no... " Her cruel, wicked laugh was her only response as the bull began to thrash beneath me. I grabbed the reins as the bull's bouncing became more and more vigorous. I flew up off of the saddle and felt an incredible tug on my manhood as I was pulled back into the seat. "Please, for god's sake, you'll destroy me!" "You weak little man... you pathetic excuse for a male." She screamed. "You are just like all of them; puny, pitiful, and pathetic." Another sharp jolt sent my body flying into the air, but my penis stayed put. The pain riveted through my groin. "Please, stop, before you kill me. Please, please... " I was openly crying, and my mind searched for anything to change the subject, anyway to distract her for just a second. I watched as her hand reached to crank the bull to high-gallop. "Please, your PC, your Mo' Modem, BBS, do you BBS?" I yelled at her, in what I hoped was not total gibberish. As the words left my mouth, I was thrown from the bull. I passed out from the pain and awoke sometime later in a broom closet somewhere. My clothes were piled on top of me along with another note. "Okay, you dog-breath, jerk-off, slime-ball; you lucked out. This time. Here are my conditions for your continued employment: 1.) You will never, ever be late for work again. 2.) From now on, it will be your job to satisfy me on demand in my office alone at my whim and fancy. 3.) You will never, ever wear those boxer shorts to work again. 4.) You will never, ever tell anyone about our "special" relationship, or reveal any of this note to anyone. 5.) You will meet me "online on Whispers BBS". My user-ID is Dominee Tricks. Love, your new "boss", Ms. Thomas Again, I didn't fully understand condition 5 of the note, but this Whispers BBS was really, really starting to interest me. Author's note: Awwww, Peecee, life is really getting weird. Well, dear readers, the adventures of Peecee continue in the next part where Peecee has another erotic episode, this time with that young naive girl from the steno pool... what's her name? Or should I say what's her User ID? Comments and suggestions are always welcome, please leave them to Steele on the Galaxy Information Network BBS. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [4/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:28:25 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part IV Peecee Gets Peppy Author's note: Welcome back for another adventure of Peecee; if you recall, Peecee now has had three quick sexual encounters. For a man who biggest sexual thrill before was the brassiere section of the JC Penney catalog, this is quite extraordinary. It all seems timed somehow to the purchase of his first modem, which he intends to use to call into the Whispers BBS. Hmmm, strange indeed. Well anyway, Peecee's last encounter, unfortunately, was not as pleasant as the first two, and now poor Peecee is naked in a cloak closet at his work with a penis that is now four inches longer and half as thick as before. Well, here he comes again, and just in case you couldn't guess, these adventures are completely fictitious, any resemblance to any actual person or identity is coincidental. As I sat naked in the dark closet, the heavy coats above me and the pile of my clothes in my lap, it dawned on me that, maybe this was somehow a plot of my moms. It was her idea, after all, to get me the PC in the first place. I hadn't visited her in a hell of a long time and she was forever concerned that I would never meet a good woman. Could this be some sort of revenge on her part? Some sort of secret women's plan to use and abuse men? A shudder ran up my spine and I swallowed hard. Maybe Mom called into Whisper's BBS as well. I shook my head hard and thought I felt something move inside my skull when the first crack of light through the slowly opening closet door spotlighted my red, sore, and still aching man-tube. "I'm a little teapot short and stout... " The voice was tiny and tinny and I recognized it immediately as Peppy McNeil's. She was singing her favorite tune and giggled as she performed the accompanying movements. "Here is my handle, here is my spout... " She placed one hand on her hip and with the other she did her girl scout best to imitate the spout. The door crept open a crack more and my crotch was now fully illuminated. "Oh my god!" She screamed. "A snake!" "No!" I yelled. "Wha... ?" Peppy opened the door farther and then the light flashed upon my face. "P... ? Is that you?" "Yes... quick close the door!" Peppy closed the door behind herself and we were then both immersed in the semi-darkness. "What happened? You don't look very well." Peppy was taking the Frederick K. Nightingale nursing correspondence course and she could make diagnostic evaluation faster than Doogie Howser, M.D., her hero. "Are you hurt?" "Peppy, it's a long story and I can't get my clothes back on, can you give me a hand?" Our eyes connected and, as absurd and bizarre as the situation should have seemed, Peppy's eyes were empty. I'd seen the same look in her eyes when she stared at the open Xerox machine while making copy after copy after copy. Those big, blank, beautiful blue eyes following the copy tray as it moved back and forth, back and forth; her head moving side to side as if she were watching a match at Wimbledon. "Okay, I just learned how in Lesson 4 of my correspondence course." She started to sort through my clothes. "It's a lesson in putting clothes on an injured or ill person, and I even read the advanced portions on the proper placement of the male genitals." "Sounds interesting... ," I said while I wondered how in the hell she ever graduated high school. She found my shirt and with her help slipped it on. "Can you find my boxers... " Then I remembered my bosses demand regarding my underwear. "No, forget them, do you have my pants?" "Oh oh oh, please let me do your pants... pleeeeeeeease." She ran her voice up into octaves that would not only attract a dogs attention, but might affect his reproductive ability as well. "I realllllly need the practice." "Okay, but be careful, my willie hurts," I said as I straightened my legs to allow her to slip the jeans over my feet. "Your willy? You are so silly... " Peppy snapped a little salute at me. "According to lesson 7, the "Slang of Healing", men call their genitals either dick, cock, torpedo, Roger Ramjet, or periscope up." She pulled the jeans up my legs. "Okay, okay." I shook my head wondering if the rumors of her attempt at majoring in Pom-Poms was really true. "Be careful now." "Don't worry! I know what I'm doing. Do you want it up or down?" She was neither aroused nor repulsed by the proximity of my cock, then again I was still not sure she understood what its full functionality was. "Up." "Okay." Even now, it' hurts to explain what happened next. I wince at the image of it but you are here to hear my story so I'll do what I can. Peppy took her left hand and wrapped it firmly around the shaft of my penis, then she took her right hand and placed it directly above the other, and then, owwwww, she briskly and swiftly tried to bend my cock into two. "Fuck, Peppy, what the fuck are you doing?" I ripped my cock away from her. Immediately tears began to form in her eyes. "But, the lesson said that men wear them folded up or folded down... " "Yea, but Christ, Peppy, not folded in half... " Watching her tears roll down her completely innocent face made me suddenly regret my anger. "I'm no good at anything... I'm never good at anything." Peppy was shaking, she was crying so hard. "It's okay, cut it out." I pulled her toward me and wrapped my arms around her and suddenly realized that what God had left out of her head, he had added to her chest. Her breasts were warm, and round, and firm, and fluffy. Fluffy under her soft angora sweater and they felt so much like pillows that I wanted to kiss one of them right then. "Did I hurt it?" Her sobbing started to cease as she held me tightly. "I hate that darn class, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" "It hurts a little... " "If I kiss it, will I make it better?" Peppy meant it and my eyes suddenly widened and, in spite of myself, I found myself getting hard. "Well, a little kiss never hurt anything... " It was the devil in me talking and Peppy lowered her mouth toward my now semi-rigid shaft. "I think I hurt it so bad that it's starting to swell up... " She bent over and kissed the shaft, as she did so, her sweatered breast rubbed against my arm. I could just feel her nipples beneath the fabric and my interest and cock grew in intensity. "That makes it feel better, a lot better." I felt the tension and all the memories of my earlier encounter with my boss start to float away. "It's swelling more and more now, do you think I should lance it to relieve the pressure some... oh, damn, I forgot my Nightingale's First Aid and Automobile Repair kit." "No, it's supposed to do that, Peppy, your kissing is making it much better and it's responding the way it should." The devil in me spoke again. "Except, if the head of it feels hot, then you should cool it in your mouth." "Oh, wow, it's burning up... I wonder what lesson all of this is covered in." She kissed the tip and then lightly ran her tongue over it. "Put the whole end in your mouth, you need to cool it off." I hated myself for being such a devil but I was really starting to groove on the whole scene. Peppy pulled it into her mouth. "I really like the way it feels in my mouth, this is kinda fun!" "Move your head up and down on it a little, that's the way an air conditioner works." I knew it didn't but as ditsy as Peppy was, I could have told her that nuclear fusion was a feminine hygiene product and she would have bought it. I started to feel the pressure rise in my balls and knew it wasn't going to take much more. "I wonder why the girl scouts don't learn stuff like this for merit badges... ," she said on an up-stroke. "That feels good, very, very good. Keep it in your mouth and pretend that you're Xeroxing." She did exactly as instructed and my cock bobbed and weaved throughout her entire mouth. It felt so darn good, I was poised and ready to fire. Then I felt a unique buzzing in my cock, it was like nothing I had ever felt before and it felt super. "What... " Then it dawned on me right as I exploded in her mouth that she had started humming "I'm a little teapot... " "What this stuff?" She said as she smacked her lips and pulled off my miniature fountain. "It tastes funny!" My eyes rolled back into my head and I fell into a jacket that had fallen down. "Must have happened because of the injury... " Then as I felt myself drifting off yet again to unconsciousness, she began to talk in an unreal and dream-like way. "This must be sperm... the guys on my BBS are always talking about this stuff... " I moaned from my trance. "Whisper's, Whisper's BBS... " "That's right! How did you know, I am Pepclubber on Whispers BBS... " I know that she said something else after that but by then I was dreaming of my mom pounding away on a keyboard plotting the miserable demise of her son with thousands of women on Whisper's BBS. Author's note: Damn, Peecee, slow down or you'll damage that wild wand of yours. Well, by now, you may have detected a pattern that is developing... where will it lead? Find out in our next part... where Peecee finally comes out of the closet and into yet another erotic adventure... From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Peecee [5/9] Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:21:00 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part V Beating off the Blues Author's note: Peecee's erotic adventures continue now with part 5, Peecee's life has become strange and erotic since his mother sent him a personal computer for his birthday. Perhaps, this part will shed a little light on all of these strange and bizarre happenings, then again, maybe not. These adventures are fictitious, although they are largely based on true BBS encounters, any resemblance to any person or identity is completely coincidental. I don't remember how, but I made it out of the closet, and then out of work, and back home. The time between Peppy's blowjob and the time I fell asleep seemed hard to recall and passed like a blur. I do remember passing by my personal computer, and perhaps even powering it up on the way to falling down on the bed. Literally seconds later, I must have fallen asleep and I started to dream. In the dream, there were the girls, all four of them. They were seemingly dancing around me moving in flowing motion that spoke of sex and sensuality, all of them were naked or nearly so. Sally, otherwise known as Voyess, held her breasts out to me, as incredible as it seems, her nipples blinked like lights on my Starship modem, under one I could make out the abbreviation, CXR, meaning I was online. Under the the other, I saw the abbreviation, HSP etched, meaning I was now operating at the full 19.2Bps high speed of the modem. "C'mon get online with me, Peecee, c'mon let's go high-speed!" The words flowed from Voyess' mouth like a data bit-stream flowing from a modem. To her left, I could make out Karen, Flygirl, she was dressed in her stewardess outfit, except this outfit was translucent and I could make out the dark triangle of her pubic hair; the shadows of her feminine curves, and what appeared to be small replicas of Mt. McKinley and Mt. Shasta where her breasts should be. "P... " She spoke with a clear diction that I appreciated and admired. Her words came at me as if they were propelled by jet engines. "Let's fly, Peecee! Let's go high and see the country from above. Let's roam around the snow-capped mountains, and then dive into the Grand Canyon. P... please, come fly with... to... into me!" I was about to reach for those beautiful mountains, when suddenly my arm was thrown away. "P... you fucking faggot!" Dominee Tricks, as she was known to BBSers, Ms. Clarita Thomas to me, lunged at me. "Leave the sweet piece of meat alone and play with me. Don't we want to go for a ride?!" I trembled at the sight of the saddle that she held in her arms, it was smaller than a normal one. Way too small, I could see, to even fit on her mechanical bull. However, it seemed the right size to be strapped to a man. "C'mon, you swinging Richard, let's go for another ride." I turned to run from her, and in my dream, I ran straight into the open arms and mouth of Peppy, the Pepclubber. She swallowed my cock completely. In fact, her lips stretched and seemed to be able to wrap around, not only to the end of my shaft, but they opened and my balls entered her wide mouth and she slowly sucked and licked them. I feared that she would sneeze and I could kiss my manhood goodbye, and I slowly pulled my cock from her throat. As I did so, she began to speak, and I winced at the shrillness of the words. "P... is it cool enough yet? I love this sperm stuff, wonder if it could work as an ointment for poison ivy rashes? Sing with me, P... " and then she launched into another round of `I'm a little teapot'. "Oh my god, no!!!" I was screaming. "I can handle the modem nipples, I can deal with the Rockie Mountain breasts, I can even take the saddle, but not `I'm a little teapot!!" As I jumped up in my bed the dream melted and I found myself in a cold sweat sitting up in my bed. "Thank god, it was all just a dream," I said, and wiped the sweat from my eyes. I looked across the room and saw that my personal computer was on, the vaporous glow from the screen filled the room with a phosphorescent eerieness. I saw the small caricature of Mo' Modem in the upper right hand corner of the display and could tell that the Mo' Modem application was running, then I noticed the words type across the screen. I knew even before checking the lights on my modem that I was connected into some BBS somewhere and had no doubt that it was Whisper's BBS. I started to move toward the PC, when I realized that I was not with any body, but I certainly wasn't alone. "Hi, can I call you Peecee?" The words were barely audible, in fact, had I not been used to picking up whispers in my apartment, usually through the wall from the stud next door, I might not have heard them. "Who is that!" I turned around and saw her. She was semi- vaporous, semi-opaque, and semi-sweet, but she was definitely no chocolate bar. I would have described her as a ghost, but that might have given implications of non-desirableness and this surreal being was anything but undesirable. "Do you like the way I look?" The form spoke in the smallest of voices, and I strained to pick up every word. Although I could easily see through her form if I tried, I could also definitely see her form and what a form it was. She had long, silky, flowing hair that wrapped down her front across her jutting, firm, breasts. Her waist was as tiny as her round buttocks were full, and I felt a strange desire for one of those "ghost traps" that I remembered from the Ghostbuster's movies. "You are incredible," I said and felt a strange desire to reach for this form and try to feel if it was as soft and silky as it looked. The form said something but my heart-pounding drowned it out. "What? Say that again, louder." The form spoke louder, but the words still sounded like a whisper. "Do you recognize me?" "Are you a dream?" As cliche' as it sounds, I reached and pinched myself. I didn't feel anything but attributed it to the fact that my entire blood flow had ceased and was pumping every ounce of the fluid into my rapidly-growing penis. "I'm no dream, Peecee. I'm as real as all of your girls." She was starting to speak very quietly again and it was beginning to irritate me that I couldn't hear her all that well. "Quit whispering and come here!" I reached for her and my hands dove into her form and then I realized who she was. "You are Whisper! That's who you are! You are Whisper of Whisper's BBS!" "Of course... " she said in a whisper and then shrank into a small vapor stream. The stream flowed around my head and I could feel her soft, feminine sensuousness, and smell her tart and arousing perfume. She rubbed against my face like the soft hands of a first love, and I wanted to hold her... badly. The stream wound its way down my face and then around my neck. Goosebumps erupted across my entire body and I shivered with a strange delight and anticipation. I could feel her flesh against my flesh and taste the saltiness of her skin, then the stream straighten into a tiny ribbon of vapor and wrapped itself around my cock. The feeling was sensational, it was as if I had immersed my penis into a warm vat of millions of tiny ball-bearings. Every inch, every crevice, every nerve-ending was being massaged, and I wrenched my head back and forth in pleasure. As I stared down at the sparkling, vaporous ribbon, it lengthened itself into an even finer, more delicate thread and then the incredible happened. It dove head-first into the hole at the end of my penis. "My god!" I gritted my teeth expecting intense pain, but then felt incredible pleasure instead. It's hard to describe now, but it was like getting a blow-job from the inside. I could feel thousands, no make that millions of tiny tongues as they licked the inside of my shaft and then I felt an incredibly intense tingling in my balls. I was experiencing a thrill that I was sure no man had ever felt before and I tried to control my ejaculation. I wanted this feeling of intense pleasure to go on forever, but, even as I tried to control it with some Lamaze like breathing, I knew that it was impossible. "Fuck!" I shouted and then the phone rang. I shot up in my bed and grabbed for the receiver in the semi- darkness. My breathing was rapid, my heart was racing and my free-hand continued to jerk up and down spasmodically on my shaft. I blasted my load as I tried to speak into the phone. "Hey... hel... hello.?" "Hello, this is your mother." I shook my head and tried to gather my thoughts as my penis continued to quiver and quake. "Mom, ahhhhh, mom... " The orgasm started to subside and my vision came back. I was distracted, confused, and wasn't sure what the hell was happening here. "Son, are you okay? I didn't startle you, did I? I just wanted to know what you thought of your present, the new PC... " My mother's voice sounded strange. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:15 PM, late enough for me to wonder why mom had called right then, at what was probably the worst timing ever known to man. "Yea, I'm okay... mom, it's late... " Then my eyes opened in wonder as I moved with the phone in hand to look more closely at the screen. My comm program, Mo' Modem was up and running and I was hooked into the chat section of some BBS somewhere. The words were unerringly bright in the darkness, and I watched as the lines unrolled in front of me one by one. Pepclubber: Peecee? Hey Peecee, are you there? Dominee Tricks: He must be off beating off from all the excitement... Voyess: (whispered) Peecee, I am naked, my nipples are erect and my pussy is wet and waiting for you. Flygirl: Peecee, if you are still there, I think that you are really sweet, you take me higher than any man has ever done before. Dominee Tricks: Peecee, if you don't get back on the keyboard right this instance, you're in big trouble... Pepclubber: Dom... have you ever heard of an old Girl Scout song called `I'm a little teapot... " Voyess: (whispered) Peecee, I want you badly and right NOW! Flygirl: Let's go flying, Peecee. Whisper: (whispered) :) <wink> I rubbed my head trying to put it all together, and as the pieces failed to click, I found it both exciting and scary, and I reached for the CRT on/off switch and the screen went dark. In the now almost complete darkness, I turned my attention to my mom. "Mom, where did you get this PC anyway?" Author's note: Hmmmm, erotica, science fiction, psychological thriller, love story... what is this story turning into? Please join me again in part 6, where my new best friend, Peecee, tries to get his head together and figure out just what the strange power of Whisper's BBS really is. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [6/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:30:48 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part VI Let Your Fingers Do the Walking Author's note: Well, loyal downloader, we now continue this erotic tale of Peecee. If the last of his adventures left you wondering, here is what, I believe, has transpired. Peecee woke up from a dream-filled nap, it seems that the man can't stay awake after sex (typical), by the interruption of a phone call from him mother, who originally bought him the PC in the first place. If you are confused, you are not alone, so is Peecee, so is his mother, and so am I, but maybe we can zip back to Peecee and see what is going on now. (These episodes are fictitious, any reference to any person or identity is coincidental.) I held the phone away from my face. My mom had never completely lost the familiar twang of the mother-land, and, the slurring, raspy sound that it carried, irritated the hell out of me. "Nine, son, I haff bot you da computer for yur verk." I was not quite sure if mom was a Swedish-born German or an Hungarian who was once carted off to Switzerland by some Yugoslav gypsies. I asked her about it once and she told me some strange and incredibly boring stories of Norsemen and Greek Gods. I never asked her again but suspect that had my ancestors never existed, World War 2 might have been avoided. "Mom, I'm not saying that all I do is talk to women with my new computer, but it's just that some strange things have been happening since I decided it was something that I might do." I knew that she wasn't listening. "Son, yu do not need an American vumon, they are sluts and whores, if you need a vumon, I will call Egbert in the old country and he vill set you up." Egbert was my mother's brother, he was living in Lichtenstein now and only dated woman who were either incredibly fat, stupid, or ugly or ideally all three. I often wondered that if Egbert ever visited a circus sideshow if he would think he'd entered one of the famous American whorehouses. The thought of Egbert setting me up sent chills down my spine. "Mom, I have to go, my doorbell is ringing." I turned to yell at the door. "Be right there!" Back into the receiver. "I just want to know one thing, mom, do you know anything about BBSes?" I thought about explaining further and fully expected my mom to question what a BBS was. "BBS? Do you mean like Whisper's BBS?" Her voice sounded distant as if the connection was getting weak. I was stunned yet again. "You know about Whisper's BBS?" "Of course, dear son, doesn't everyvun? I started to call dere yester... " She was interrupted by dial-tone as the connection was broken. I heard the doorbell ring again and rushed over to the peephole. Karen, my next door neighbor was outside, she was wearing her flight attendant outfit and looked annoyed. I quickly opened the door. "Hi, Karen... " "Darn, darn, darn!" She was completely flustered and stared straight at me with a certain look of hate and confusion. "P, I need your help, I really need your help. Something happened the other night and I can't get it out of my mind!" Just when I was starting to think that I had had the wildest wet dream fantasy since Carter ran for re-election, Karen seemed to be implying that it was all real. "If it's about you and me... " I couldn't remember exactly what our sexual escapade included but definitely remembered seeing the sequined Grand Canyon outlined on the crotch of her panties. "What?" She broke into a wide smile. "You and I?" She seemed to be ready to break into great guffaws of laughter. "What the heck are you talking about?" "Didn't we do "it" a night or two ago?" I suddenly felt very foolish. Here I was talking to one of the most beautiful women in the building, trying to convince myself that any relationship with her was real suddenly seemed very ludicrous and my face filled with a dark red blush. "Sure, P, yea, right. You men are all the same." Karen shook her head. "I help you with your connectors and then suddenly it's like we have been lovers, c'mon, P., get real!" I thought this was real. I was still thoroughly confused. "Hmm, okay, well then can I ask you one quick question?" "Okay, go right ahead." It was then that I realized that she had been subtly moving toward my PC the entire time. Her hand reached behind her and she started running it across the keyboard, searching Braille-ishly for a certain key. "Are you wearing panties with the Grand... " As she started to depressed the Control and Alt key, I saw her other hand reach for the Delete key; she was aiming to reboot my PC and I wasn't sure why. I made a grab for her arm. "What are you doing?" It was too late, she depressed the keys simultaneously and the conversation that was just on the screen vanished with a reboot beep. "What are you... " She started to complain, but then she fell to the ground. I fell right on top of her. "Something very strange is going on here and I need to know what the heck it is!" My weight held her down but I realized that she wasn't really fighting me with much vigor. Her firm breasts were crushed into my chest and I could feel her nipples rapidly becoming erect. Naturally, my penis followed suit and we poked each other's torsos. "P., you animal," she said and reached for the back of my head. She pulled my lips to hers and our tongues danced together doing a strange sort of lambada between our lips. I pulled away and as I did so, I felt her hand dive to my crotch. "Is this real?" I asked her as she tugged the zipper down. "No. This is for real." She held my cock in her hand. It was fully engorged and the coolness of her palm felt delicious against the heat of my cock as she started to stroke it. "But, Flygirl... " For some unconscious reason, I had used her BBS pseudonym instead of her real name. "... it all seemed like some wild dream of a horny, sex-starved nerd fifteen minutes ago." She threw me off of her and stood above me. She started to unbutton her uniform and as she did, she looked down at me and smiled. "Does this look like a dream?" She asked and whipped off the short stewardess skirt. Beneath it were sequined panties, they shimmered in the light, however they did not form an outline of the Grand Canyon this time. This time they spelt the words, "Peecee's Caverns". "How did you do that?" I reached for the panties and felt the moist lettering on the crotch. Hooking one finger, through the thin fabric at the crotch, I pulled them down, and they easily slid to her ankles. I reached up to probe my caverns and imagine myself exploring the depths of Carlsbad Caverns for the first time. Strangely, I thought to myself, that if only I had one of those helmets with the flashlight on top, my dream would be complete. "Probe the depths, Peecee, probe them." She moaned and I slid one finger into her warm, deliciously moist hole. I took a second finger and then walked them into the darkness, not unlike how those two fingers had often "done the walking" through the yellow pages. "Oooooooh, wiggle them, Peecee, that feels great!" As she moved to stand directly over my face, I felt a drop of her feminine moisture drip onto my panting tongue. Her love juice was sweet and tasted, not just similar to, but exactly like honey. The old saying about catching more Flygirls with honey than vinegar ran through my head even though it had no relevance. My walking fingers continued their trek to explore where no man had gone before and they disappeared into her depths up to the knuckle. "Ay there, might that be a stalagmite." I was talking mostly to myself and embarrassed that she heard. "Ooooh, Peecee, can you find my G spot? Bet you can't." She lowered herself closer to the ground, so that I could get a better angle into her hole as she taunted me. "Bet you a blow job, you can't find my G spot." "Ay there, lass, we be explorers of the lost and unknown and can locate most any thing here in these Caverns." I continued my monologue and wondered if there were anyway to actually get one of lighted helmets without being a real spelunker or coal-miner. She plopped herself onto my chest with her legs spread wide and I had a perfect view of the greatest hole known to man. My finger-man continued to walk toward her G spot, doing a strange funky-chicken dance as he progressed. "Jesus, Peecee, your fingers are better than my shower massage. Find my spot, Peecee, please. Please." She was writhing in pleasure upon me and I loved the clenching feel of her pussy around my fingers. "Ay there, lass, one hears stories of ancient treasure being lost here in Peecee's cavern. Hidden long ago by ancient Norsemen, the treasure is the fluid of love and can only be release if me and me mates touch the spot of the G." I almost had wiggled my fingers to her G spot. "There it be now!" With that I vibrated my fingers on her G spot and she went fucking nuts. "Ooooh wow! WOW! Boomba-loomba-doomba-YEA! Zing-wing-zappo- HOORAY!" She was screaming like a loon and her smile extended almost back to her ears. "Sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you... " Her syrup rolled out of her like oil from a well, it spilled onto my arm and I quickly moved my head to lap up every bit. It was honey. I swear it was honey. I loved the taste and the feel of it on my tongue. It was then that I heard the pounding on the door. The shout was muffled at first, but I strained to hear better. "P.! This is your boss, Ms. Clarita Thomas, out here and you had better open this fucking door right fucking now or you will have a bigger price to pay than you can imagine." "Fuck... " My voice was weak and I felt the blood drain from head. I felt very woosy, and Flygirl got off of me and I headed to the door to let Dominee Tricks in. Author's note: Well, Peecee, it was bad enough one on one! Don't do it, don't let Dominee Tricks in, trust me on this one. But, dear reader, I think we all know that Peecee is not going to listen to me and let her in anyway. Well, we'll see what happens in the next part, I sincerely thank you for downloading these erotic adventures, lest they go unread or unfulfilled. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [7/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:31:44 GMT The Erotic Adventures Of Peecee by Steele Part VII Conducting a Good Round of Oral Sex Author's note: Peecee's losing it. I hate to say it but it looks like with every adventure he roams further and further into this bizarre world of fantasy that all started with the innocent arrival of his personal computer. Well, in our last episode, just as Peecee had decided hat he was really just hallucinating all of the sex that he'd come about lately, his next door neighbor, came over and came and stayed. A knock on the door interrupted their interlude and Peecee moved to open the door. I had barely touched the lock when the door swung open and in storm-trooped my boss, Ms. Clarita Thomas. She took one look at me and then another at Karen, a disheveled and rumply dressed woman sitting partially attired on my sofa. "So, you two were having a little fun." "Hello, Ms. Thomas... " All through my life I was always sure that I was about to lose my mind. From that time, in fifth grade when Cindy Bleckman convinced me that all boys eventually turn into girls when the fall of their life arrived, to the time last year when my mom convinced me that computer programmers are more likely to suffer from hemmoroids. But as I stared up at Ms. Thomas in her short tight black leather mini-skirt and knee-high leather boots, a riding crop held firmly in her fist, I knew that my mind was finally gone. "You look smartly attired for a woman your age." I wished that I could have taken it back. Even as the final word left my lips, I wished that I could suck the words back into my mouth. "So, a ride on my bucking bronco didn't stop your smart mouth, little boy." There was a cruel screech to her voice and I knew that I had just gotten myself into some serious shit. "Maybe an afternoon with me showing you a little discipline might help." She lifted the riding crop and, for a second I thought that it was going to whip through the air, but instead she thoughtfully and erotically tongued the leather tip of it. "Get me a beer." Karen started to reach for her panties, but Ms. Thomas stopped her with a quick kick of her boot. "Get back on the couch, bitch!" "I was just visiting, but I have to go," Karen passively said hoping that the vendetta was meant for me and me alone. I hated to do it but I headed toward the kitchen for a beer and left my Flygirl with Dominee Tricks. The kitchen was concealed from the living room by a rather large and heavy wall and I could only hear fragments of conversation as I searched the refrigerator and finally located a forgotten bottle of Coors Light. I opened the bottle and knew from the muffled moans and sweet scent of sex from the living room that I was about to see something erotic. "That's good, use all of your tongue. That feels really good." Dominee was now on the sofa, her legs spread wide and holding a leash that was now firmly attached to Flygirl's neck. Flygirl's face was deep into Dominee's crotch and from the rocking motion of her head, I could tell that she was now enjoying a lick of pussy and from the smile plastered on Dominee's face, it appeared that she was doing it well. "God, you are a great little cunt-lapper. Give me that beer, you small-cocked dipshit." I rushed over to her and found that the sight had a equally erotic affect on me. I handed her the beer and felt the blood rush from my face headed toward nether regions. "It's the last one I had... " I watched as Flygirl used her tongue to stroke the full-length of Dominee's pussy, much as a dog might lick another. I stared intently and wondered if she really knew what she was doing, granted I was no Don Juan but I'd seen enough porn flicks to know that the better movement of the tongue was rapid flicks across the clitoris. "Pardon me, Flygirl, I don't mean to interrupt... " "Well, then don't... " Ms. Thomas was obviously enjoying the ministrations of the lady, she pulled the neck of the bottle into her mouth and then emptied half of its contents into her mouth. "Gads, that tastes like piss... " Over and over again, Flygirl ran her tongue from the base of Dominee's vagina to the top, sometimes it appeared that she might not even be hitting the clit. "Well, I really don't want to interrupt, but I don't think that she's doing that quite as well as she could. Do you feel an orgasm coming on?" My approach, I hoped, was clinical and non-intrusive. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dominee looked at me through piercing eyes with looks that could kill. It startled me but only for a second and I decided right then and there to win over my boss by helping Flygirl bring her to a state of arousal only attained by devote followers of Kama Sutra and teenage boys. I got down on my knees and nudged my head close to Karen's. "I think that you should flick your tongue more, like this," she stopped her licking for a second to see me rapidly flicking my tongue in the air. "See you gotta make your tongue go into a spasm." I saw of look of amazement from her, and she altered her action a bit. She still started her tongue action at the base of Clarita's vagina but now she was doing a bit of a lap-dance up toward her clit. "Id dis bedda?" She asked through a mouthful of pussy. "No! Dog gone it, you're supposed to bounce all around the top there." I pointed to Dominee's clit and my finger brushed it ever so lightly. "Yea! Do as he says! Yea!" Dominee moaned and yanked on the the leash, it pulled Flygirl's head up just a bit and she was positioned a bit higher. "Well, just show me!" The irritation in Flygirl's voice was obvious. "Okay, I will. Jesus, if you want something done right... " I nudged her away and moved my mouth towards Dominee's lower lips. "Try and point with your tongue... see... " I stuck my tongue out and tried to narrow the end of it. I bent forward and then nudged against the erect bump at the top of her crevice. "Then just flick it around, do what I do, pretend that you are trying to touch your nose with the end of your tongue." "Like this... " Flygirl pointed her small tongue out, she did her best but it was obvious that she'd never majored in cunnilingus. I moved away to let her try. "Yea, see that thing... that's a clit... lick it and if you want you could pretend that you are a famous conductor leading a huge philharmonic with your tongue. Dum dum dum dummmmm." I murmured the opening chords to Beethoven's Fifth for inspiration. Flygirl's tongue danced around Dominee's opening and I could imagine her in front of a forty piece orchestra with a baton glued to her tongue. "Fuck that feels good... it's the best I've ever had." My boss was writhing in pleasure and sweat was pouring from her face. I watched as she bit her tongue and felt a strange power over her. "Keep going... god, I need to get off... I need to get off... " She was moaning loudly, so loudly that I worried that my neighbor might hear and then I remembered that she already was here. "Ba bump ba bum ba ba bump ba baaaaa." I kept up the tempo as I changed into an upbeat version of the 1812 Overture complete with big "Boom booms" to simulate the cannons. It was amazing, Flygirl kept up with every beat and when I "boom boomed", she would thrust her tongue deep into the warm sex opening of Dominee's. "Fucccccccccccck!" Dominee was going wild, and she thrash more and more around on the sofa knocking Flygirl's head back and forth and the leash was flying through the air doing a bizarre ballet all of its own. "Ta ta da ta da da da dum dum." I now moved into my version of Ravel's Bolero, and kept the music up trying to build to a frantic climax. Divine inspiration hit me just as my mouth grew dry and I ran for my stereo system. I had never been very well organized, but knew that I had the Boston Pop's version of Ode to Joy somewhere and just knew that that would take my boss over the brink. "I'm getting close... damn, I'm so damn close!" Dominee was screaming now and I could visibly see her clit growing large and tender under the continuing action of Flygirl. It scared me for a second to see Dominee roll her eyes back into her head and for a second she reminded me a bit of Regan from the movie, The Exorcist. I grabbed for the album cover and quickly tossed the album onto the turntable and cranked on the amplifier. I expected to hear the opening drum roll of Ode to Joy instead what blasted from the speakers was the 1910 Fruitgum Company. "Indian giver... indian giver... you took your love away from me... " The bubblegum pop music was less than oral-sex inspiring and I turned quickly to look at the pair. "What the fuck!" Dominee's eyes were wild as Flygirl's tongue-conducting stopped and the pair stared over at me. "You're dead meat!" She said and snapped the leash pulling Flygirl to her feet. "Indian giver... indian givvvvvvv... " The music died as Dominee launched her half-full bottle of beer into it. "Wronnnnnnnnnn... " The final note died as the turntable rolled to a stop. "Sit!" She commanded Flygirl who quickly sat on the sofa. "Good girl! Now, as for you, Peecee... " Just then the doorbell rang. "P... I've got electronics!!!" The voice was sweet and sultry and I knew it was my friend from the computer store outside in the hall. Her name, if I remembered right was Sally, and her user id was Voyess and she was about enter my life again. "Get the god-damn door NOW!" Dominee ordered and I trundled over to it. I wanted to scream for her to run but did as I was told. When I opened it, my mouth fell open too. Author's note: See you in the next adventure... Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [8/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:32:31 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part VIII What I Never Learned from Heathkit Author's note: Peecee opens the door and in popped his next-door neighbor; he did it again, and in popped his boss; now it's the sexy woman from the Computer warehouse store... and she's got gadgets. Voyess, as she was known on Whispers BBS, came through my door. She was holding a device that, frankly, reminded me a little of my old tuba from elementary school and a lot like the Q bomb from "The Mouse the Roared." She struggled with the heavy object in her arms. It had a base section that looked mostly like a football covered with various blinking lights and switches, and from almost every direction there were small appendages, like octopus arms, reaching out each with a separate device at the end. The first thing that caught my eye and my immediate attention was the the one arm that stuck directly from the top of the machine with a huge, twelve inch, black, penis-shaped vibrator attached. I gulped when I saw it and I heard, my boss, Clarita Thomas, otherwise known as Dominee Tricks, giggling cruelly from her vantage point on the sofa. I quickly counted the other arms and saw that there were a total of twelve of them. Five of the other arms held other vibrators of various shapes and sizes, some simply pulsating ones to ones that could bend, wiggle, and piston. One arm held an electronic device that I'd seen in a few men's magazines known as a pocket pussy, except this one had broad sexy lips pursing and begging to be filled with a strong cock. On each side on the longest arms, were simple robotic type hands and even as they lay limp, they appeared to be covered in a fleshy material that made them seem quite lifelike. The strangest two arms held, what at first seemed to be large suction cups, but then after a second look, I realized that there purpose was to attach to breasts and then suction in and out, not unlike a breast pump. Voyess (Sally) set the heavy machine down on the floor with a thump. "Well, I didn't know you had company, Peecee, but as I've always said, it's no fun unless there's someone watching." There was a certain sparkle in her eye that gave me a strange feeling of reassurance and I relaxed. I quickly tensed when I heard my boss cough. "So, my dear employee, Peecee, I see that you have some really marvelous friends, I would love to see that thing do its stuff." Dominee settled back onto the sofa and positioned Flygirl between her legs. "Lick these for a bit, my dear," she said as she offered her nipples to Flygirl, who immediately took to suckling them. "Well, sure, I'd love to. This is a state of the art, combination Vibrator/Anal Prober/Breast and Cock Sucker, with artificial intelligence option installed... and it also can do my income taxes in a whiz, let me show you how this baby works." She slid out of her clothes and stood naked next to the device. Out of all of my new loves, Voyess was the least known and also the least shy. As she squatted down next to the device, I felt my cock again grow uncomfortable and I quickly unzipped my pants to give it air. Voyess unflipped a side panel and out popped a small keyboard, she smiled slyly and started to input some data, I scooted up beside her and my cock nudged her leg as I watched what she typed. Cock-A-Doodle-Do Subsystem VI - now online Enter User ID: Voyess Her slim fingers danced across the keyboard, punched the "Enter" and then danced over to give my cock a quick caress. Enter Password: XXXXXXXX Her password was masked my "X's," and as soon as she hit the "Enter" key again, the machine came to life. It whirred and hummed and sounded oddly like a nuclear reactor kicking into high gear. The lights which had been placidly blinking seconds before now began to disco and rock and I could feel the vibrations of the unit through the floor. A synthesized voice began to emanate from the thing. "It's good to see you again, Voyess, do you wanna fuck... click... fuck... click... fuck... click... fuck... " The voice was warbling slightly in its mechanical, robotic way and Voyess gave the unit a quick thump with her hand. "It's new on the market and still has just a few bugs in it," she said loudly and then whispered to me. "It's either that or I shouldn't have used so much K-Y on it." I was now fully fascinated by this intricate device and knelt closely to it. I heard a fanfare of trumpets from the machine and it continued to speak. "What may I do to be of service today, Voyess. I can massage your tired muscles, squeeze your lovely breasts, probe your every opening, make you orgasm exquisitely, take you to sexual heights only imagined, and play over 650 tunes. Please indicate your preference using the keyboard, or select a pre-programmed routine. Warning!!! Warning!!! Always indicate male or female subject, default is female!!!" The final words were accompanied by a large sirening sound and the lights flashed red. Enter routine desired: Multiple orgasm routine 1 delay 10 seconds. She finished typing and then lay face-up in front of the machine with her legs bent and spread wide. A smile was plastered to her face. "I just love fucking electronics." The machine counted down. "... 5-4-3-2-1-Here you come, ready or not!" And it started its pre-programmed routine. I glanced over to Dominee and Flygirl on the couch. Flygirl was now lying face-down across Dominee's lap, and Dominee was taking delicious pleasure in giving her now-pinkish cheeks a nice sharp spank every so often as she watched this bizarre side show. At first, I was not sure if the machine were actually doing what it was supposed to as the smallest vibrator moved to Voyess' lips. She gently kissed the mini-dong and as she did it moved up and down to allow her to take the perfectly formed simulated cock-head into her mouth. The act was gentle and almost hypnotic and the motions of the machine were fluid. My cock was hard and poking out of my jeans and I reached for it and held it in my hand (a place it had been many, many times before). As the next two arms with suction breasts cups attached moved up her body, I stroked my cock with increasing vigor. Her two breasts were quickly sucked into the transparent cups of the machine and it was intriguing to watch her nipples grow erect as the device sucked her breasts in and out, in and out. I had always been amazed my the seeming formlessness of female mammary glands and I was getting quite turned on as they seemed to form-fit to the machine perfectly. Seconds, later, yet another arm this one with a tiny buzzing pad attached slowly felt its way up her legs and settled directly onto her clit. The buzzing must have felt super to her as she started having trouble keeping her behind on the ground. She began to slither and writhe and the machine somehow kept its various arm in perfect alignment. "Amazing... " Both Dominee and I spoke the words in unison. I looked over at her and saw that she now had one finger firmly planted in Flygirl's ass up to her knuckle while another two were working their way up into her pussy. Although Flygirl was missing the sight of this machine doing its amazing mechanics I could tell by the way that she squinted her eyes that she probably didn't feel like she was missing anything. When I looked back at Voyess on the floor, two more arms had come alive and were doing their magic. One, an anal probe, was already seated firmly in place, and the other, the huge black dildo, was just beginning to piston itself into her vagina. A strange melody came from the machine played in chords that resembled an electronic harpsichord. At first, I tried to place the song, but it was so romantic and serene and subtle, that it could have been one of a million. I did however note that it was not "Ode to Joy" or "I'm a Little Teapot". "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Voyess scream filled the air and sounded almost like pain as the huge dildo finished its journey up into her and now began to furiously pound away into her opening. Although several of the arms remained out of use, I could see that Voyess had pretty much covered her body with attention. "I'm coming! I love... fucking... electronics!!!" She screamed again and exploded again and again into convulsive orgasms. Her back arched to drive the black dildo ever farther into her opening and the vibrating pad was now only a blur as it buzzed away at her clit. "Jesus... I'm coming again... I'm coming again... " I looked quickly over to the sofa, the pair there were now tightly entwined in female 69 action, both of their faces were covered with the sexual juices of the other. It was fascinating to watch but not as fascinating as the machine kicked up yet another notch and now really started to work on Voyess. All of the arms continued their motions but the speed doubled, tripled, then quadrupled! I thought the fucking thing was going to blow up and then I did. My sperm flew into the air like a geyser. It flew everywhere, one wad shot over to Voyess and landed smack-dab on her belly-button. Another glob of white semen shot onto Flygirls face and she licked it up without a care along with Dominee's juices, and the last glob flew over onto the machine and plopped directly onto the keyboard. The mechanical monster suddenly stopped. "Cancel key depressed. Aborting defined routine. Please enter new routine." The mechanical spiel was accompanied by the most god-awful belching sound, and I was immediately turned-off along with the machine, and along with all three of the girls. Six eyes suddenly stared at me, and I took a hard swallow. "Grab that premature son of a bitch! This is the last orgasm of mine you will ever disturb!" Dominee yelled and both girls suddenly grabbed my arms. I struggled to get free, but in my weakened condition (I always turn to jell after a good come.) I was trapped. "Get him onto the floor next to that machine." Dominee pointed and I was thrown to the floor, somehow they had managed to secure my arms behind my back with Flygirls bra. I began to sweat as Dominee moved over to the keyboard and began to type. "I don't think you know what you're doing." My voice was weak and whimpering and I trembled. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Peecee, exactly... " Her voice sounded wicked and as I looked at her randomly hitting keys, I fainted. Author's note: Oh no, Peecee, now you're in really big trouble! If this isn't a cliff-hanger then I don't know what is. Next adventure is on its way... and don't worry, it's part 9 of 20 parts so Peecee won't be history, but he may not be the man he used to be... Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Peecee (kitchen sink) [9/9] Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:33:30 GMT The Erotic Adventures of Peecee by Steele Part IX You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling Author's note: If you remember from our last adventure, Peecee was now in perilous danger. His arms were tied behind him and he lay on the floor in front of an electronic pleasure device. It was a huge semi- football-shaped object with several mechanical arms each holding a device of pleasure or torture depending on who was at the controls... and right now, his over-bearing, semi-psycho, over-liberated boss was at the controls and, unbeknownst to him, she was at the height of her PMS. Nightmare!!! Flygirl and Voyess stood over me. Each was naked and and each was smiling as if to say `Peecee, we're just having a little fun.' Even as I watched Dominee fiddle with the keyboard, I heard my mother's voice and thought for a second that she was here. Her voice said, "P... yew vill get into truble, if yew date da American gurls. Dey don't love yew like a girl from da ole country could love yew. Yew jus tell me and I vill get one of dos sweet girls dat Hugo could find for yew. She might not be beautiful, but she vill be able to cook... " Her voice echoed through my head and I shook it trying to get her out. "Okay, my sweet little girls, strip the man!" Dominee ordered and the girls proceeded to remove first my pants, and underwear and then they undid my shirt and scooted it over my head, not undoing my hands. "Very good, now let see what this baby can do, in DEFAULT mode!!!" "Oh my god! The default mode is for women, for god's sake, select male, please... " I was whimpering. I tried not to, knowing that the whimpering would get me nowhere especially with Dominee around but I just couldn't help it. I looked between my legs and saw the huge black vibrator move up. I heard it start to buzz and felt the sweat pour into my eyes. "First let's try the nipple mode." Dominee was smiling now and the two girls above my head had placed their arms around each other, they seemed casual enough and I tried to relax hoping that this was all some sort of practical joke. I heard the machine roar into life and heard the computerized mechanical voice begin to speak. "Nipple mode activated. Please select tweaking or sucking... " "I vote for tweaking, he doesn't have enough to suck... " It was Voyess speaking and I looked up at her to see her pull Flygirl closer to herself and then start to giggle. "Tweaking, it is!" Dominee proclaimed and the two mechanical arms with the human-like hands rose up and headed toward my chest. As the fingers probed and then found my nipples, I was surprised to find that they felt incredibly lifelike and were actually warm. I started to enjoy the sensation as the two hands gently tugged and rolled my small male nipples between their fingers. "Prepubescent female detected!" The machine alarmed. "Suggest gentle mode for possible virgin, override if gentle mode is not desired!" "Of course not, you stupid fucking machine!" Dominee quickly overrode the mode and I felt the fingers increase their intensity. As much as I wanted to ignore the sensations, I found myself enjoying the machine. Flygirl and Voyess, above me, were starting to replicate the machine's activity with each other. I looked up to see four gorgeous and delicious breasts all with perfectly erect nipples and wondered if this was how a new-born baby might view the world. "Hmmm, very nice, you are very soft... " Flygirl whispered to Voyess and I saw them briefly kiss. It was light and delicate and I found that my cock was again beginning to enlarge although I'd just come a few minutes before. "Let's see what the blow-mode is for." Dominee quickly typed in the command and I saw a medium-sized dildo head toward my face. It nudged my lips and I turned my head, the dildo followed my lips and I began to shout a protest. "I'm not going to... " The dildo slipped between my lips and my last words were muffled through the simulated skin on the fake penis. It slipped in and out and no matter which way I tried to pull away from the fake cock, it followed perfectly. "Look at the fucking fag, looks like he's done it before." Dominee was really just talking to herself now as the girls were rapidly becoming involved with each other in a most entertaining way. "I love to see a man in a tight spot." Voyess giggled as she rubbed her breasts against Flygirls. Flygirl agreed. "Yes, it's second best to having a man in my tight spot... " Both the girls giggled and I stopped trying to remove my mouth but refused to simulate a blow job. "What the hell is the anal mode... let's see!!!" Dominee sounded as if she were rapidly losing all control and although I couldn't see what was going on down south, I felt my virgin orifice surrender to the probing wand of yet another arm. The sensation was, at first, a violating one and my eyes bulged, as I strained to get the raping device out of me. But as it started to buzz, I felt my back alley become relaxed and the sensations started to build in me. The view of the two women above me helped me somewhat. They had stopped talking and giggling and Flygirl was on her knees with her face firmly planted into Voyess' vee. I couldn't see exactly what Flygirl was doing but was sure she wasn't reciting the pledge of allegiance. The sight so captivated me that, as incredible as it seems, it kept my mind off of the tricks the machine was playing on me. "Now, now, now... " I glanced down at Dominee who was busy wringing her hands, her eyes were wide and I could see a small dribble of drool roll out of her mouth. "Yes, you fool, P... , it's time for Intercourse mode!!!" She slammed her fingers into the keyboard and the huge black dildo began to rev. "Noooooo!" I screamed through the dildo in my mouth. The arm holding the dildo headed toward my crotch. My ass was firmly held in place by the simulated cock in my ass, and I heard my mom's voice yet again. "Yew don't play vith the gurls, yew stay avay from da Americun gurls, dey don't play nice... " I could picture my mom in my mind and when I turned my eyes to plead with Dominee, it might just have been a blurred image because of the stress but for just a second I though I saw my mom there at the controls. The dildo reached the point where my vagina would have been had I been born female and tried to nudge it into the soft space below my engorged penis and above my aching balls. "Detect obstacle!" The machine announced as it rang its warning siren again. "Tampax obstacle detected, automatic removal mode will activate in five seconds unless aborted!" My eyes bulged, that's no Tampax, that's my cock! I began to struggle violently, but both my face and behind were held in place by their bizarre nails. A huge, metallic claw which I had failed to see before rose from the machine. It clanked together with a metallic ring of doom as it tested itself, the fingers were shiny and sharp and I felt my voice grow higher as it started its descent. "Pleeeeease!" I pleaded but my words went unnoticed. The girls above me might have helped had they noticed but they were now deeply involved in 69 and they eyes were shielded by thighs. Dominee giggled and began to hum "Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener... ". Her eyes had narrowed to slits and she was totally and completed focused, not on the claws as they neared my cock, but on the fear in my face. The claw neared my cock and I willed it to grow smaller instead the stress was causing it to engorge to an even larger size. "Kiss it goodbye, my new little Eunuch." Dominee laughed. The sharp, steel fingers began to close on the head of my cock. They pierced tiny holes in it and I felt the blood begin to fall from my face. I felt the first little tug and then all of the lights went out. It was deathly silent and for just a second I thought I was dead. Then a voice rang through the darkness, it was one that was all too familiar and one that I immediately fell in love with. "Surprise,... it's me! S... U... R... I know who you are. P... R... I... S... E... Surprise, surprise, surprise... yes, you know it's me!" Peppy's voice carried through the air like an angel's. "Fuck... foiled again!" Dominee shouted and I heard the door slam. Hopefully, she had left, and now I was again with three beautiful women. Little did I know, Peppy had brought along a small- voiced friend of hers... and mine too. Author's note: Thus ends another erotic adventure for Peecee. Stay tuned for our next adventure and remember what your mom told you about beating off... it makes you blind... or was that it makes you fine... hmmm, I never did get that right...