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Subject: STORY: "Gargoyles - In Avalon's Nursery / Pt.6"
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GARGOYLES
"In Avalon's Nursery"
a story by ARTWerks(tm) -- writen by Peg Leg Dukk
(C) 1996
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PART SIX
"S-Sure, go ahead," Matt replied, still unable to remove his gaze
from Angela's body.
"Do I look attractive to you?" she asked softly, turning more to
face him directly. "For a Gargoyle, that is?"
Matt was speechless for a second. "Well... to be honest with you,
um, Angela, I never... well, I haven't seen too many female Gargoyles
before, and... uh, I... I guess you are beautiful."
Angela felt a slight thrill at his words. "Do you mean that, Matt?"
Matt knew he was getting into some shady territory here. Tell her
the wrong thing, and it might get back to Goliath or Elisa. Even worse,
she might decide to take it out on him personally; something he didn't
relish seeing, since he had seen Angela tear through solid steel and
lift huge stones twenty times his weight.
"Yeah, I do... I mean, Who can I compare you to?" he said, feeling
his loins begining to grow warmer, in spite of the heat of the water
surrounding him. Deciding to let the truth be known, he added, "You are
one of the most lovely creatures I have ever seen."
Angela smiled shyly back, truly taken in by Matt's honesty. "Thank
you, Matt. I... I guess there is something I should tell you then..."
The man across from her looked a bit surprised. "Really? What?"
Getting a little bolder, Angela motioned Matt closer with one
taloned finger. As Matt slid across towards her, she couldn't help but
notice the play and movement of the muscles beneath the skin of his
chest. Heavens, she thought, he really is a sight to see! When he was
standing before her, she bent down a little, her face just scant inches
from his left ear.
"I've kind of been... well, jealous of Goliath and Elisa. You
know... They being what they are... so, I was wondering what it would be
llike t... well... be *intimate* with a Human. You know what I am
saying, Matt?" In saying this, she let her tail ease towards his left
leg, touching it briefly in a gentle motion.
The effect was like touching him with a live wire. He gave a
surprised yelp and jumped back, but the bottom of the tub was slippery,
making him loose his footing and falling back. Like a cat, Angela
reached out with one hand and gripped him by the arm, coming around with
her tail to wrap it around his waist for more support. Their actions
made the water slosh around a bit. Eventually, the water calmed back
down to a low boil, but Angela still kept her hold onto him.
Matt was staring wide eyed at her, suspended half out of the water
by hand and tail, exposed from the hips up. Glancing down, she could see
everything, including his manhood - which by now was fully aroused from
the sight of her, and by her statement - and she couldn't help but look
at it.
Oh, my! she thought. For a Human, wether or not he was well endowed
was not what concerned her. Just the sight of his erect phallus was
enough to set off an unusual feeling inside her. Her arousal was
tripled, and her mouth began to water. Strange, alien thoughts were
filling her head; What would it feel like to touch him? To have him
touch me? To do other... things together? With that?? Goliath had
explained how he and Elisa had made love together as Humans, and she was
certain that she could duplicate the same things with Matt.
Surprisingly, it didn't matter to her that they were different. She knew
she wasn't going to take Matt for a mate. She just wanted to satisfy
some of her curiousity.
Matt felt like he was a mouse, trapped in the talons of a great
falcon or mountain cat, and Angela's stares at him made him feel like he
was going to be her next meal. He knew he should try to get free, but,
he reasoned that it would be better to let her decide when. She could
break him in two if she wanted, so he simply stayed still to wait and
see what she was going to do next.
What she did next was something that nearly blew him away; she
brought her other hand up, placing it on his chest, then letting it
slide down over his stomach, finally brushing against his erect member.
The flesh felt hot to the touch, and it jerked when she made contact,
but, undaunted, she reached back and took it in a firmer grip.
"ANGELA! Wh-What are you going to DO???" Matt asked, nearly shouting
from the touch of her hand, which felt softer than he would have
expected it to be. Her grip was not too tight, but it was enough to send
more blood surging down to his phallus, making it grow thicker.
Angela was begining to like this. "Just trying to satisfy my
curiousity, Matt. Don't worry," she giggled, "I'm not going to hurt you!
Just relax a bit." With that, she began to slowly fist his manhood in her
curled fingers, trying to keep her claws velveted so that she wouldn't
hurt him.
Matt felt the sensations fly down his shaft, settling into his groin
like a slow fire. He hadn't expected this! However, the feeling was
getting to him, feeling better with ever pass of her hand from crown to
root. He let out a barely supressed sigh, then really started to enjoy
himself. Angela may have been doing this on hearsay and instinct, but it
was some of the best action that he had gotten in a long, LONG time.
"Does that feel good, Matt? Am I doing this right?"
Matt moaned, "Ohhh, yes, Angela, that feels so good! Where did you,
I mean, HOW did you learn about this?"
"Goliath told me a bit, the rest just seems to be... natural."
Angela was pleased that she was making Matt feel good. It sent a whole
series of tingles down her spine, where they settled in her crotch and
made a new set of feelings emerge. An itch-like sensation was building
down there, making her pull her thighs together, making her rub the
sensitive inner skin against the other side. This pushed her vaginal
lips together, making the sensations grow and grow. OH, it felt
wonderful, but, it made her hunger for somethin more... something that
seem wicked at the time, but she had heard Elisa talk about it once. Now
she knew it was something SHE wanted to try.
<<<TO BE CONTINUED IN PART SEVEN>>>
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From: biggy1@ix.netcom.com (Bridge)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Me and SexyKitty
Date: 17 Sep 1996 00:37:04 GMT
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This is from a cybersex session I had with sexykitty. We said we
would meet again but never could get back in touch. So, sexykitty if
you are reading this e-mail me :-)
We met in a room and this session happens in a query so I don't
have a transcript from the beginning. Enjoy and comments please!!!
---Bridge
sexykittY) i am 5'7"tall 119lbs, blonde long hair
(sexykittY) green eyes
(sexykittY) tan all over
(sexykittY) 34dd
> ouch......hot...hot...hot
> wow.......BOING
(sexykittY) woody?
(sexykittY) will i get a splinter?
> Kitty...U gotta party started in my pants
> LOL
> U might get a splinter and U might get Wet too :-)
> let's meet in a room babe......this goes slow here
(sexykittY) nope i like it here
> ok U are the boss Sexy.......
> 5'8...140Ilbs......dark long hair...brown eyes....olive
skin...........U like??
(sexykittY) mmmm very nice
(sexykittY) i take back what i said about too younge
> good ....age is nothing but a number........
> ......I am hungry .............
(sexykittY) well unless you are 16
(sexykittY) or 80
> 4 U...........wanna taste
(sexykittY) here i have something you could nibble on
> i am not that young............let the boys play with their
toys..........I play with U
> what U wearing Kitty
(sexykittY) a white tank top
> and.......
(sexykittY) short jeans shorts
> bra.......panties?
(sexykittY) thong panties
(sexykittY) no bra
> I want U ......U wanna play with me
(sexykittY) what are you wearing big boy????
> BOXERS
(sexykittY) groovy
(sexykittY) silky
> yes....how did u know?
(sexykittY) i am phsycic
> I want to get into that mind.......and ohhhh that body!
(sexykittY) oooh i am getting something
(sexykittY) wet
(sexykittY) that is a given
(sexykittY) but in your mind i see something
> and I am getting
> HARD........4 U
> always a given.....especially with a sexyKitty
> take off your tank top baby
(sexykittY) ok
(sexykittY) so is your cock sticking out the top of your boxers yet
> kitty my COCK is out and so are my balls
(sexykittY) mmm runs my tongue over your balls
> my COCK IS HARD as hell....swollen.......and on the keyboard
> ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
> i love that
> ````
> U like COCK
(sexykittY) mmm yes
(sexykittY) sliding my tongue up your hard shaft
> what do U like to do with cock
(sexykittY) teasing you
> oh fuck........suck my cock kitty
(sexykittY) then taking your cock into my mouth
(sexykittY) deep into my throat
(sexykittY) stroking it with my hand as i slide it back out
> ohhhhhhhhhh suck it baby
> I slap your beautiful face with my cock
(sexykittY) i grabb it with my mouth
> how do you like my COCK kitty
(sexykittY) and hold your arms down so you can't move
> U are the best........ohhhhhhhh
(sexykittY) i like your cock hard and in my mouth
> look into my eyes as U suck my cock babe
(sexykittY) as i slide it in and out of my mouth i squeeze your balls
> U are a wild one......the best
> U swallow??
(sexykittY) when you have been a good boy
> your panties soaked yet babe
> take your shorts and panties off
(sexykittY) they are
(sexykittY) then i move away from you
(sexykittY) telling you not to move
> ohh shit.......I love the way U play
(sexykittY) i cupp my breasts up to my mouth and swipe the hard nipple
with my tongue
(sexykittY) then suck on it hard
> my COCK is BULGING and pointing at the ceiling
> yum......I want to suck them too
(sexykittY) sliding my fingers down my stomache
(sexykittY) then onto my clit
> jerking my cock ...hard and fast...watching U
(sexykittY) sliding one finger into my hot wet pussy
> wish that was my cock
(sexykittY) taking my finger and tracing the outline of your mouth
> put them in my mouth.....I want to taste your JUICE...YOUR PUSSY
(sexykittY) then dipping it inside your parted lips so you can taste
how sweet and wet i am
> I grab your hand...........suck on your finger
(sexykittY) stands over you
> you taste damn good babe
(sexykittY) slowly lowering my silky pussy over your mouth
> I grab your ass.........tilt my head forward on to your pussy
(sexykittY) holding my clit for your tongue
(sexykittY) wanting you to tease me
(sexykittY) make me hotter
> grab my head kitty......and balance......let me eat U
> my mouth engorges your pussy..........
> my toungue flicks on your throbbing CLIT
> toungue flicks your clit several more times.........faster
(sexykittY) mmmm french kiss my pussy baby
(sexykittY) sliding my finger deep inside my velvety box
> my toungue circles your clit
> I start frenching your pussy........
> one hand jacking off my cock
(sexykittY) mmmm i am so wet
(sexykittY) my clit is hard
(sexykittY) and my pussy aches for your hard cock
> I gently put my lips tight around your clit
> I start SUCKING HARD ON YOUR THROBBING CLIT
> grab your ass meanwhile
> sucking on your clit.........squeeze your ass.
(sexykittY) mmm yeah baby
(sexykittY) then i lift myself up
(sexykittY) open myself to slide over your hard throbbing cock
> ohhh baby I want more
> I want to be inside u
(sexykittY) i want to cum on your cock and suck it off
> I grab your hips......and lower your body....and pussy into my hard
cock
(sexykittY) yeah wearing me now
(sexykittY) grinding you inside of me
(sexykittY) playing with my clit at the same time
> yeah baby.......ride my cock
> I play with your nipples while U ride my cock
(sexykittY) mmm yeah pinch them hard
> can U feel my COCK inside your pussy........
(sexykittY) bite them
> I lower you body.........suck on your nipples
> bite them.......circle them with my toungue .......tease them
(sexykittY) mmm yeah baby i am going to cum soon
(sexykittY) grabb my hair and pull my hair back kiss me all over
> kiss me baby..........I am going to FUCK YOU HARD
> I grab your long hair.......pull your hair.......clasp your
body........
(sexykittY) harder baby fuck me so hard
> I start POUNDING YOUR PUSSY WITH MY COK
(sexykittY) turn me over fuck me from behind
> I pull my cock out of your pussy....so wet
(sexykittY) yes
> turn U around
> get on your knees
(sexykittY) mmm waiting for you
> before I fuck U though.........
> I lower my mouth onto your pussy......
(sexykittY) mmm
(sexykittY) i shudder with pleasure
> suck your clit again........hard...........
> pull your clit with my lips
> spread your ass cheeks
> move my toungue over that asshole........
(sexykittY) mmm yes
> play with your clit kitty.....while I lick your asshole
(sexykittY) that is sooo good i am wanting your cock again you are
teasing me soo good
> I gently lick the outside of your asshole.........
> I lick all around your asshole ......circle it
> I stick my toungue in your asshole........
> .......wiggle my toungue in your asshole..........kiss it
(sexykittY) wow i have never
(sexykittY) i mean r
(sexykittY) oohh
> fuck your asshole with my toungue......
> then I get on my knees..........
(sexykittY) yes...
> ........I move my HARD COCK......against your PUSSY....
(sexykittY) mmm yeah
> I rub my hard cock against your clit...........
> tease you...........
(sexykittY) please fuck me hard
(sexykittY) mmmm i can't take it
> move my cock inbetween your pussy lips........rub it
(sexykittY) mmmmm reaching around to run my finger over your cock
> put purple cock head inside
> :::::::2 inches:::::::::
(sexykittY) feel it as it teases me
> ::::::::3 inches:::::::::
(sexykittY) mmm torchure
(sexykittY) more i beg you
> then SUDDENLY........I SLAM my COCK in your WET CUNT
> start POUNDING your CUNT hard with my cock
> grab your asscheeks......
> spread your ass
(sexykittY) mmm yes
> FASTER..........HARDER.................POUNDING YOUR PUSSY WITH MY
COCK
(sexykittY) tell me how hard you are inside of me
> I am HARD as STEEL inside U baby...........
(sexykittY) you are
> ...........U make my COCK so HARD
(sexykittY) you feel so good in my tight pussy
> squeeze my cock with your pussy
> I sway back and forth.........fuck U harder and harder
> I love to fuck you........uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
> my cock is drilling your pussy.....going in
(sexykittY) mmmm yes
> out
(sexykittY) i am cumming all over your cock
> cock in your pussy...then out
> cum baby........
> MY BALLS ARE BANGING AGAINST YOUR CLIT
> my cock keeps slamming your pussy.........
> I reach over and with my finger start playing with your clit
> ...........my righ hand I slide my thumb in your ASSHOLE
> .........i SLAM my COCK into your PUSSY. ...........HARDER
(sexykittY) oh y
> FASTER
(sexykittY) mmm cumming again
(sexykittY) all over you
> KITTY.........this COCK was made 4 U
(sexykittY) i am so wet
> ........cumm baby......
(sexykittY) yes the fit is perfect
> still fucking U baby..........."wet"sound......my cock splashing
inside your pussy
(sexykittY) i want your cum when you are ready
(sexykittY) i want to lick my cum from your hard cock
> U cum??
(sexykittY) i want you to shoot cum down my throat
(sexykittY) all over my tits
(sexykittY) yes
> come and suck me off ...........pleasaaaaaaaaasee
> I pull out of your pussy.........
> suck my cock ,.
(sexykittY) taking your cock into my mouth]
> fondle my balls
(sexykittY) licking the sweet pussy from you
> kiss me .........
(sexykittY) squeezing your balls
> ohhhhhhhhhhh god
(sexykittY) licking up and down your dick
> standing up.......
(sexykittY) sucking it harder
> oh yeah.........
> I grab your face..........U so fine
> U wanna swallow?
> I want to come all over U babe.......
> U ready
(sexykittY) yes i want to swallow all of your cum
> open your mouth
> uhhhhhhhhhhh
(sexykittY) yes give me all of your cum
(sexykittY) and shoot it all over my tits
> oohhhhhhhh shit.............
> ohhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhh
> ohhhhh..
> I shoot my cum all over your face.........
> your tits...
> shit ........ohhhh
> oh fuck
(sexykittY) mmm very nice
> so much cum
(sexykittY) rubbs cumm all over my tits
(sexykittY) licks it from your cock
> ohhh yes
> ::::::kiss::::your mouth
> :::::::french::::::your mouth
> I luv your style .......your attitude babe
> kiss your neck......
> kiss your tits.....nipples
(sexykittY) mmm thank you
> kiss your belly.........
(sexykittY) kisses you back
> kiss your pussy.......
> kiss your thighs........
> kiss your knee
(sexykittY) oooh sensitive
> kiss your feet.......
> thank U......
> wanna talk 4 a few minutes or go?
(sexykittY) i like after sex snuggies
(sexykittY) yes thank you
(sexykittY) it's not nice to fuck and flee
> me too
> yes people always do that crap
(sexykittY) unless ofcourse it is coyote
> LOL
> hehehe
> me a coyote?
(sexykittY) no not you
(sexykittY) i would n't chew my arm to get away from you
> U a kitty........me a doggie........a lovable pooch
(sexykittY) house trainde?
> just 4 U
> wanna adopt me.......please ;_0
> ;-)
(sexykittY) oops
(sexykittY) can't type now
> ya gotta go
(sexykittY) nope i don't have to go do you?
> wanna meet again? e-mail?
(sexykittY) i could adopt you
> i got to get up early but I really dig U babe
(sexykittY) but no calling me mommy
> I wanna talk 4 a while
(sexykittY) ok well have sweet dreams
(sexykittY) oh what ever you want to do
> no I wanna talk 4 a few minutes.......stay
> please :-)
(sexykittY) i will as long as you want
> you not mommy.......LOL........U my WITTY KITTY :-)
(sexykittY) yep
> Do you know guys gotta pee after they cum?
(sexykittY) so where are you from???
> NC
> U been here?
(sexykittY) oh you have to do that now???
> can U give me a sec ok
(sexykittY) k
(sexykittY) 1 sec
(sexykittY) p fast
(sexykittY) just kidding
> I back babe ...miss U much
> U gotta boyF ?
(sexykittY) married
> I pee real fast just 4 u
(sexykittY) but he is never home
> married ......really
> that sux
> U love him?
(sexykittY) yep to a real jerk
(sexykittY) hmmm
> U luv?
(sexykittY) i am not sure haven't had to think about that
> he work nights?
(sexykittY) he is never home
(sexykittY) yes
(sexykittY) lawyer
> do you work
(sexykittY) i am a mortgage broker
> lawyer. really
> broker ...really......
(sexykittY) yes really
(sexykittY) yes
(sexykittY) what do you do???
> nothing much.....
> ........I just dropped out of college...........
(sexykittY) oh well i could use a personal secretary
> ....I am working as a customer ser rep
> 4 U darling I'll work 4 free......
> or 4 SEX
> lol
(sexykittY) no i'll pay you with sex and $$$
(sexykittY) want you to be my kept man
> then I'll make U CUM every hour........put a big SMILE on your face
(sexykittY) cool
> then cuddle all night when husband is away
(sexykittY) oh yes kinky
> I like kinky...
> ...with U
(sexykittY) you are so sexy
> You cheat on your husband babe...
(sexykittY) not yet
> don't U feel neglected.......
(sexykittY) very
> what do you do when U feel horny.....
> U know ...
(sexykittY) well i have a great imagination
(sexykittY) and a few toys
> and good hands
> what kind of toys......
> vibes and ....
(sexykittY) well a neon pink dildo
> where I work I could get U so many toys babe......make U
happy....smile
(sexykittY) really
> Can I have your e-mail so if we disconnect we can meet again?
> PLEASE
(sexykittY) well husband gets this
(sexykittY) so i can't give it out
> Biggy1@ix.netcom.com
> e-mail me to stay in tough ok
> touch
> got it?
> did you come tonight?
(sexykittY) yes i did
> how many ...just one?
(sexykittY) it felt good
(sexykittY) two
> wow......I am so happy 4 U
> Isn't the Net so wierd......how U meet people here
(sexykittY) i am happy for me too
(sexykittY) yes it is
(sexykittY) very
> U know this girl I met last night was msging me when I was inside
U...
(sexykittY) have you met lots of girls?
> .......forgot all about her
(sexykittY) LOL
(sexykittY) bitch
> yes...kind of..
(sexykittY) trying to steal my man!!!!
> lol
> Me and Kitty up a tree ...how many orgasms ......63
(sexykittY) oh cool when???
(sexykittY) i'll be ther
> lol
(sexykittY) e
> I wish U were here babe
(sexykittY) mmmm me too
> I would love you from head to toe
> You going to e-mail me right?
(sexykittY) yes
> look for Biggy1 when on the net
(sexykittY) and if for some reason it doesn't work which has happende
(sexykittY) i will look for you
> i know
(sexykittY) you look for me too
> U use same name
(sexykittY) yes but there is some whench who likes to use it too
> bitch
(sexykittY) so don't be fool but cheep immitations
> trying to clone my sex kitten
> bitch
(sexykittY) really of all the nerve
> U eat dinner by yourself babe
> or does he leave after dinner
(sexykittY) tonight i went over to my girlfriends house
> kewl
(sexykittY) no gone since 6 this morning
> that is fucked up......
> U think he cheat on U
(sexykittY) hmmmm i don't know
> how long U been married
(sexykittY) and i really don't care right now
(sexykittY) 7 years
> that's a long time....
> how many times U have sex a week.....
(sexykittY) no shit
(sexykittY) since i was 20
> sorry if too personal
(sexykittY) someone should have slapped me
> how sex life
(sexykittY) hard across the face
> I would have slapped you .........then kissed U
(sexykittY) sex life is oatmeal with skim milk
> snap out....here I am
> 4 U and only 13
(sexykittY) oooh that would have worked
> lol
(sexykittY) 13 is a lucky number
> Babe if I was with U I would pay you so much attention.....
> in the morning ......call U during the day.........dinner at night
(sexykittY) mmmm that would be nice
> and then sex sex sex sex
> cuddle hug
> talk
> dress U up........I love 2 do that 2 a girl
(sexykittY) oh i am moving to nc
> If you like of course
> come over baby....B mine
> I also wanna bathe U
> U like?
(sexykittY) mmmm you are so sweet
(sexykittY) yes very much
> U think I am making all this stuff up to impress U
> really I would do stuff like that
(sexykittY) no i think you are most likely telling the truth
> why U think that......
(sexykittY) i would spoil you too
(sexykittY) that you are telling the truth???
> yes why U believe me
(sexykittY) because you didn't do the want to suck my cock baby shit
> why did U not want to talk to me at first
(sexykittY) you wanted to play not have me preform for you
(sexykittY) well because most guys under 30 that i have met are like
that
(sexykittY) selfish
> yeah and most guys on the net are assholes
(sexykittY) no kidding
> that's why girls here are kind of mean
> no offense
(sexykittY) i am sorry if i was
(sexykittY) i didn't know how sweet you were
> no U were no mean......U never said anything bad 2 me
> :::::::hug::::::::
(sexykittY) mmmm thank you
> U got your clothes on
> now
> kitty :-(
(sexykittY) nope i am going to check my pager that keeps going off and
take a shower and go to bed
> I am going 2 miss U sooo much
> a few more minutes ok
(sexykittY) i will miss you to
(sexykittY) ok
> dreading work tomorrow
(sexykittY) me too
> what time U gotta go
(sexykittY) you mean to work?
> yeah
(sexykittY) anytime i role in
> kewl......must be nice
(sexykittY) independent contractor
> ms hot shot huh......
> just kidding
> what U wearing tomorrow
(sexykittY) nothing
> how U dress I mean
(sexykittY) oh a smile
> I can just imagine U wearing nothing but a smile
> then I see me in your eyes
> wow
> can U imagine
(sexykittY) mmmm yes i can!!!!
> can U imagine touching me....
> caressing me.....
> ohhh the warmth
(sexykittY) mmm yeah
> the luv
> it'd be so kewl
> they need to make the net interactive
(sexykittY) no shit
(sexykittY) maybe when we are 80
(sexykittY) then we can play through the wrinkles
> I'd still want U then babe
> I love your attitude......your style
(sexykittY) i however don't intend on getting any!!!!
> I hear u
(sexykittY) well my pager is going again
> Vanity
(sexykittY) i better check it
> ok
(sexykittY) may be the wardon
> LOL
(sexykittY) maybe
> husband
(sexykittY) one and the same
> U Jailbait?
> then throw me in the slammer
> b/c I am hooked on U
(sexykittY) yes want to come over for conjical visits???
> yes...
> I gotta Jones 4 U
(sexykittY) ok baby see me soon
> tomorrow ?
(sexykittY) oh hey i like that
(sexykittY) yes
> what time
(sexykittY) when eill you be on??
(sexykittY) oops
(sexykittY) will
> probably after 10 p.m
(sexykittY) if i am not the husband is hoem
(sexykittY) wow spell check please
> ok....let's meet in #Biggy1
(sexykittY) look for me when ever you are on
> but look 4 me all over
(sexykittY) ok i will
(sexykittY) and hey
> I search the stars 4 U babe
(sexykittY) no other nasty kitty's they are bad carma
(sexykittY) mmm me too
> ok ...whats your alternative name
> in case someone has your name
(sexykittY) sexkitten
(sexykittY) sex^kitty
> ok
(sexykittY) kitten
(sexykittY) those
> if not tomorrow then the day after
(sexykittY) ok bye for now
> if not then the day after
(sexykittY) lover
> :::::::KISS:::::::::::::::
(sexykittY) kiss
(sexykittY) xoxoxoxoxo
> luv
(sexykittY) goodnight!~~~~~~~~~~
> get your beauty rest sexy
- sexykittY: No such nick/channel
- Comand
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Gary S. McKenzie (cegsm@trentu.ca) wrote:
: > > > Message-ID: <32343BE8.6D56@sheridanC.on.ca>
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I think anyone who is pissed off about the presence of this ridiculous
pile of shit weve been forced to put up with should do this.
Get all of the addresses (Ive listed a few above)
Make a distribution list and call it something like stupid
assholes who argue about who invented what and whos country
is better because they dont do shit themselves and have nothing positive
to add.
Then send a copy of this note to them repeatedly. If we all pitch in
together we can show them how we feel.
Why,
because personally, and I know Im not alone when I say this,
I like all kinds of people, regardless of their country of their origin.
and I don't give a F**K about any of the shit they have been spouting.
Its not even particularly innovative or creative.
Thanx,
Lets all pitch in now and send a big fistful of junk email back up
their asses where it belongs.
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From: misuelma@mail.freenet.hut.fi (Michael Suelmann,Passau Germany)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Repost/Michael K. Smith: Road Trip
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Subject: NEW STORY: "Road Trip" (m/f/auto)
From: mksmith@metronet.com (Michael K. Smith)
ROAD TRIP
by Michael K. Smith
"Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away..." That's probably how I
should begin this story. But let's just say the Beach Boys hadn't yet
been replaced by the Beatles and I never gave a second thought to the
year-old draft card in my wallet. I was a freshman at the University of
Texas and, like most out-of-town students in Austin, I didn't have a
car. Those few who did either were very good at saving money in high
school, or came from better-off families, or were older to begin with,
and they never lacked for people wanting to be their friends. The rest
of us hitched rides or hoofed it around town. (You could still walk
across most of Austin in those days, and bicycles were still socially
restricted to junior high and below.) Going home for the holidays, your
parents would pick you up. Otherwise, the cheapest way to travel any
distance was good ol' Continental Trailways.
Shortly before spring break of that first year, a business friend of
my brother (who was nearly ten years older than me) was looking for
someone reliable to drive his Lincoln Continental Mark II from San
Antonio to Jacksonville, Florida, for delivery to a cousin or somebody.
The car was a baby-blue beauty, an immaculate, leather-upholstered land
yacht, probably worth $8,000 or more. My brother knew I always needed
funds and he vouched for me as an excellent driver (which I actually
was). The upshot was that his friend offered me $100 to shepherd his
Lincoln to Florida -- plus another $100 for gas and expenses and a
return bus ticket. I hadn't been to Florida since a family vacation
when I was nine. How could I lose? I grabbed the job.
The Friday afternoon that classes let out for break, I hitched a
ride to San Antonio with a guy from my dorm; the normally ninety-minute
trip took two hours because of the exodus of students headed for Padre
Island and Port Aransas, but we got there. I spent the night on my
brother's sofa-bed and early Saturday morning I was shaking hands with
the owner of the car.
My brother had already warned me of the ground rules: No "ride-
alongs" or other passengers, no greasy food in the car, no drinks that
might endanger all that leather, no speeding tickets, no night-driving,
no side trips, and I should lock the car every single time I got out
from behind the wheel. Well, $100 was a nice chunk of change in the
early '60s and none of the owner's conditions seemed unreasonable, not
with that car, not for that kind of money. By Noon, I was on the road,
headed east on US-90.
At my first pit stop, an ice house in a little town halfway to
Houston, I bought a pair of mirror shades in an attempt to look cool.
The Lincoln drove like a dream. I could steer with one finger and I had
to watch the speedometer carefully, the engine was so huge. No cruise
control in those days, of course -- no air conditioning, either -- and
the mattress-like suspension, customized four-speaker radio, and tinted
side and rear windows meant I had to work to keep my mind on my driving.
The best part was the other cars I passed, especially those driven
by kids my own age. A casual wave and a superior smile negated their
envious looks. A big blue Lincoln is a great car for improving your
morale and increasing your ego.
I had hoped to completely through Louisiana before quitting for the
day, but the weekend traffic in Houston killed that idea. I had just
reached Liberty and was wondering if I could make it to the Louisiana
line before full dark, when I saw the girl with the suitcase in her hand
getting out of an old pickup ahead.
The truck was turning off onto a side road and the girl waved to the
driver and then looked hopefully back up the highway in my direction. I
was less than a thousand feet away and already slowing as quickly as I
could without making the tires squeal.
She was about my age, blonde ponytail and bangs, black jeans, baggy
red sweatshirt, and what looked like Miss Hushpuppies. Very straight-
looking, probably a safe pickup. I thought about the "no riders" rule
and decided it couldn't possibly apply in a situation like this. I
mean, the girl was obviously in need of assistance.
She watched the big Continental crunch onto the gravel shoulder and
flashed me a bright smile, obviously delighted that she wouldn't have to
wait for another ride. She also appraised the car as I came to halt
beside her and lowered the electric window.
"Need a lift?" (A pointless formality, but expected.)
"Yup, I sure do; how far are you going?" I was instantly in love
with that twangy soprano.
"All the way to Florida." I attempted a nonchalant smile. "How far
are *you* going?"
"I dunno yet -- maybe Florida...." She grinned. Beautiful teeth.
I popped the door lock on the passenger side as she hurried around the
front of the car, hips twitching interestingly.
She tossed her rather beat-up suitcase in the back seat and the
ponytail bobbed as she hopped in the front, glancing around as she
slammed the door.
"Nice car. Yours or your father's?" My head swiveled around at
that, but I decided the twinkle in her eye meant it was a friendly joke
and not a smart-ass crack.
To get even, I replied "Neither. I just sorta 'acquired' it." From
the corner of my eye as I pulled back onto the highway, I saw the
twinkle falter. She was probably wondering if I was a car thief. "The
owner's paying me to get it to Florida for him," I added with a small
smile and a glance through the shades. Gotcha.
She laughed. "Touche! My name's Paula, by the way."
That was too much! I cackled as I began singing in an upper
register: "Hey, hey, Paula, I've been waiting for you..."
"If you're gonna make fun of me, man, you can just let me out right
here!" she snapped. "I like my name!"
I waved a hand placatingly as I continued to laugh. "No, no, you
don't understand! The next line is *yours* -- no lie!"
After a few seconds' hesitation, she said "Hey, hey,... Paul?
You're kidding."
"Nope." I dug my wallet out of the door pocket and flipped it open
to the plastic window with my Texas Operator's License. "See?" I said,
passing it to her. "Paul Flowers." I was grinning like a maniac.
"Listen, I'm sorry, really. It just hit me funny. The first person I
run into on this trip who's worth meeting, and we're already in a song
together!"
And I began the first verse again, which had been recorded up in
Fort Worth not all that many years before. Then Paula put her head back
on the seat and sang: "Hey, hey, Paul, no one else will ever do..."
I was dumbfounded: Her singing voice was beautiful! Strong and
clear, an alto bell made of crystal. I took off the shades and stared
at her with my mouth hanging open before jerking my attention back to
the road. She accepted my reaction as a compliment and we plowed into
the rest of it more or less in harmony: "True love means planning a life
for two, being together the whole day through,..."
We managed to finish the verse and the refrain, Paula leading and
gaining strength with me following humbly in her wake. I managed not to
falter but I admit to being a bit intimidated by her obvious talent.
As we finished the last "Muh-hy loooovvvve...." I braced my knees
against the wheel for a moment so I could applaud. She gave me a little
bow from the waist.
"I'm sure everyone asks you this," I said as I regained the wheel,
"but why in the world aren't you in a recording studio somewhere? You
have a *fantastic* voice!"
"Thank you -- and I wish I was. I love to sing; that's why I
left..." She paused, realizing she was saying more than she meant to,
but then continued. "I, uh, left home a couple days ago. My father
said I had to keep working at that damned waitress job, now that I'm out
of high school -- 'not waste time and money' trying to get myself
discovered." She looked at me mournfully. "But do you have any idea
how much it costs to cut a demo? Even to get a good agent's attention,
you have to have a demo. Or you have to know someone with enough clout
and connections to get you an audition,... and I don't know anyone like
that." She explained the whole thing matter-of-factly, as if repeating
something she'd said a hundred times before, and probably had.
Hmmmm. "You know," I began hesitantly, "I play piano in a pretty
fair little rock 'n' roll band at school. We've been doing frat parties
when they can't afford a big-name group, stuff like that. Craig, our
lead guitar, is the closest thing we have to a vocalist. He's okay, I
guess, but he doesn't have enough volume even to carry to the middle of
a dance floor."
"This band have a name?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Well, that kinda keeps changing," I laughed. "At the moment, we're
the 'Colorado River Band'. We just do this for fun, you understand,
'cause we like to play together,... but we really are pretty good. And
I do a *great* version of 'Great Balls of Fire', but none of us can
*sing* it worth a damn."
"And you're suggesting what? That I go to Austin with you and be
the girl singer with your band? At fraternity parties?" She didn't
sound very impressed.
"No, that isn't quite what I had in mind. Joe, our drummer,
actually does get some session work at the independent studios, the
small ones, in Austin and Dallas and Fort Worth. He knows some people.
I bet he could find us a place that would give us a couple hours of
recording time cheap or free...." I glanced at Paula; she seemed to be
listening more attentively.
"See, we've never even *considered* doing a recording. Joe's the
only one in the group who has professional aspirations. But with that
gorgeous voice of yours fronting us, it would be worth doing! In fact,
it would be an honor to be your backup. Then, of course, when you're
rich and famous, we get free lifetime concert tickets."
She laughed and nodded. "Okay, Paul, I'll think about it. I really
will. But I won't quit my day job."
"Fair enough," I replied. "What day job?"
"Whatever I can find," she said ruefully.
It was after 8:00 by the time we got to Lake Charles and it dawned
on me that I had a problem. If I just dropped Paula off in town and
then went looking for a cheap motel, I'd almost certainly never see her
again, and I didn't want that to happen. Maybe she had misunderstood.
"Um, you realize, don't you, that I'm not planning to drive all
night? The owner doesn't want me driving at night, in case I fall
asleep or something, so I have expense money for a motel. What-- uh,...
how do you want to do this?" I'd never asked a girl to stay in my motel
room before.
"If I had the money for a motel room, I wouldn't be hitching, would
I?" she said a bit sharply. "You wouldn't mind me riding with you
tomorrow, would you?"
"Well, no, of course not -- I'd love to have your company. But what
about--"
"Look for a place where I can sneak into your room."
That sounded too good to be true. "Uh, how do you know you can
trust me?"
"I don't have to." She looked me straight in the eye and suddenly
raised her hand from her lap. There was a click and an open switchblade
appeared in her hand. A very steady hand. I decided to believe she was
capable of using it if necessary.
"Okay,..." I replied. "You made your point."
She smiled and the knife disappeared, probably up the sleeve of her
sweatshirt.
I passed up the first couple of places because of the trucks parked
outside; I didn't want to be awakened by semis coming and going in the
middle of the night. The third place was older and smaller, only eight
units, all in one row with the office at the end nearest the highway.
The VACANCY sign was still on, so I pulled in and parked well away from
the lights. Paula was crouched down low on the floor of the car.
I went in and told the manager, who looked about ninety years old,
that I was ferrying a car and it had been a long day's drive. He gave
me the room at the far end of the row, back away from the noise and
lights of passing traffic.
When I moved the car down and parked in front of the unit, I
cautioned my passenger to wait until I had the room door open before she
made her move. The look I got made me feel a bit dumb for saying
something so obvious. I got my suitcase out of the trunk and hers off
the back seat, then opened the front door on the passenger side and let
it remain open while I tried the key to the room. I set the bags down
on the double bed and when I turned around Paula had already scuttled
inside. While I went back out and locked up the car, she headed for the
bathroom. But I was thinking about that double bed.
When the toilet flushed and she came out of the bathroom a minute
later, looking more comfortable, I avoided the topic that was foremost
in my mind by turning to the second topic, which was food.
"Looks like there's a hamburger place open right across the road," I
said. "I'm gonna walk over and bring back something for supper. What
would you like?"
"I'd love a cheeseburger, fries, and a coke," she said with a grin.
"I'm starving!" Then, as I turned toward the door, she said "Wait a
minute,..." and rummaged in her jeans pocket, finally pulling out a
moist, wadded-up dollar bill. "I don't expect you to pay for
everything, man. You were getting a room anyway, but this is different,
and I do have a *little* money." She held out the dollar and I took it
and thanked her. That was another subject I hadn't brought up yet and I
was pleased she intended to be as self-sufficient as she was able to
afford. I had to make my expense funds last. I also didn't want her
thinking she owed me anything; I wasn't *that* cheesy, not even at
eighteen.
When I got back with two sacks that smelled of hot grease, I found
Paula had shucked her shoes, socks, and jeans, and was standing in front
of the wall mirror in just her oversized sweatshirt, combing out her
hair.
Removing the ponytail made her seem older, perhaps older than me.
Certainly more experienced about the world, I was beginning to think.
But my attention was drawn by those slender, tanned legs below the hem
of her red sweatshirt. I was becoming short of breath and only the fact
that my own jeans were a little too tight kept my sudden erection from
becoming obvious.
She turned with a smile and inhaled the french-fry aroma as she
tried unsuccessfully to tug her shirt a little lower. I set the sacks
on the dresser and she grabbed one and carried it to the bed, sitting
crosslegged in the middle as she unwrapped her cheeseburger. I was
uncomfortably aware of the crotch of her white panties peeking out from
beneath the red shirt. She seemed oblivious to her display, though, or
too hungry to care.
I sat around on the other side of the bed to eat my own
cheeseburger; Paula was too much of a distraction for my digestion. And
I still hadn't mentioned the bed, nor had she. I finally decided to act
as if I were alone in the room, because I certainly wasn't going to pay
for the bed and then sleep on the floor.
I went into the bathroom to take a leak and brush my teeth and
discovered a damp bra draped over the shower rod. I sneaked a peek at
the size tag on its back strap: 34B. Her figure hadn't been much in
evidence under that baggy sweatshirt ... and now that I knew she'd taken
off her bra, my briefs began to bulge again.
It was only about 11:00 but I wanted to get an early start in the
morning, before the traffic built up. I came out of the bathroom
prepared to switch off the lights -- but Paula had beaten me to it. She
was already under the covers on the far half of the bed, curled up on
her side. When I climbed in on my side, she murmured "G'night," and I
responded. Then I simply lay there and waited to see what, if anything,
would happen. But I was more tired than I had realized and before long
I was asleep.
What woke me about 4:30 in the morning was blonde hair tickling my
nose. During the night, Paula seemed to have migrated from her pillow
to mine and was cuddled up beside me. She was still asleep, breathing
softly, and I thought idly how nice it was to wake up like this. I
turned my head to look at her and was struck by how pretty she was,
relaxed with her eyes closed, and not on the defensive.
What I *wanted* to do was slip my arm under her shoulders, hold her
close to me, and kiss her awake. But I figured being awakened like that
was likely to lose me her company -- and, for all I knew, she still had
that damn knife up her sleeve.
My slight movement apparently got the attention of her ever-vigilant
subconscious, however, and she took a deep breath and yawned as her eyes
fluttered open.
"'Morning," I said softly. She smiled back sleepily and stretched
her arms over her head. And when she had finished stretching, one arm
lay curled around the top of my head and the other had snaked across my
bare chest.
"Thanks for not doing anything," she murmured. "I was a little
worried I might have to fight you off last night," she continued
quietly, "but you turned out to be a gentleman, I guess." I didn't tell
her it had mostly been nervousness and tiredness.
"It wasn't easy," I admitted. "And it's even harder this morning,
with you looking the way you look."
She gave me a dreamy look and scooted up closer. Her nose nuzzled
my ear and her warm exhalation against my neck gave me goosebumps. I
acted on my inclination and let one arm burrow beneath her body. She
raised up just a little to accommodate it, which was reassuring.
I turned on my side to face her and stroked her downy cheek with my
free hand. She pulled me into an embrace and touched my lips with her
outthrust tongue. I sucked it in, played with it a little, then pushed
my own tongue into her waiting mouth.
Meanwhile, my free hand had reached the lower edge of her sweatshirt
and crept beneath it. I allowed my fingertips to glide up her spine and
she shivered. When I tried to bring my hand around to the front,
though, to get at those hidden tits, it was blocked by a sudden downward
movement of her elbow.
Our lips parted and she gazed at me -- somewhat regretfully, I
thought. "Let's just neck, okay? I want to kiss you a *lot* more, but
no further than that -- not right now...." She touched her nose to mine
to lessen my disappointment.
At the age of eighteen, I'd had sex with half a dozen girls.
Usually, it was in the back seat of a car (uncomfortable, and you might
get caught), once in a park (grass stains, and you might get caught),
and twice on a certain girl's sofa while her parents were upstairs
asleep (mandatory silence, and you *really* might get caught). Now, for
the first time in my life, I'd actually *slept* with a girl, in an
actual bed -- and about all I was going to get out of it was sleep.
Well, with any luck, we'd be together a couple more days; who could tell
what might happen?
"Okay," I agreed quietly. "I can live with that...." I withdrew my
hand and smoothed her shirt back down, then wrapped both arms around her
and squeezed while my mouth attacked hers. She hugged me back, arms
around my shoulders. Her knees pushed lightly against mine but her
thighs stayed closed.
But she made up for it by running her long tongue all around the
inside of my mouth and then practically washing my face like a cat. By
the time we climbed out of bed an hour later, I almost didn't need a
shower, but I took one anyway.
The bathroom door had no lock and didn't want to stay latched,
either, so I had to play the gentleman again while Paula took her turn
in the shower. It was very tough. I didn't even prowl among the used
underwear in her suitcase.
That second day on the road was quite different. I was used to the
car by now, and I was becoming used to Paula. Breakfast in Lafayette
consisted of two dozen doughnuts from the Spudnut and a quart of hot
chicory coffee, which was about as nourishing as my road diet ever got
in those days. We taped together some sheets of newspaper into an ad
hoc seat cover, to keep from worrying about the leather.
Just the other side of Mobile, we made a *tiny* detour down to
Orange Beach (I know -- another rule broken), where we played in the
modest surf like ten-year-olds and had a great time wasting half the
afternoon. Few activities on a warm spring day are more invigorating
than playing tag with a barefoot pretty girl up and down a stretch of
white Gulf sand.
Even more fun was when Paula let me catch her occasionally and
wrestle her into the low dunes at the back of the beach. I was careful
to keep the sexual content of our romp at a manageable level and Paula
laughed and shrieked delightfully when I tossed her over my shoulder and
waded shin-deep into the water, threatening to pitch her in. I didn't
though. I lowered her slowly to her feet and we let ourselves sink in
the wet sand up to our ankles while we shared a long, slow, deep kiss.
I don't think I would have noticed a tidal wave just then.
We did a lot of casual, easygoing kissing that day, both in and out
of the car, and by evening we were so relaxed around each other, it was
like a cross-country trip at twenty miles an hour. I found myself
completely captured by Paula's quick wit and willingness to engage in
verbal play. She definitely was *not* the "lil' ol' me" type.
I also played the radio a lot, turning the volume low on the Top
Twenty and begging my talented passenger to sing the melody line. I'm
sure she got a little tired of that, but she apparently decided it was a
cheap price to pay for a ride to Florida. Besides, I was in love with
that beautiful voice and I'm also sure she recognized that my adoration
was sincere.
I had an ulterior motive for spending hours at the beach, though.
Leaving Lake Charles as early as we had, I could have pushed hard and
made Jacksonville late that evening,... which might be the last I would
see of Paula. One night together just wasn't enough. She undoubtedly
figured out my strategy quickly enough, but she went along with it. As
it was, we squeaked through Pensacola and began looking for a motel on
the other side.
This time the manager was a suspicious old cracker who kept eyeing
the Lincoln and studying my out-of-state driver's license as though she
expected me to break down and confess on the spot. It was the detached
"tourist cabin" sort of place popular in the '30s and '40s, with a
carport beside each unit. They faced the wrong way, so Paula had to
climb over the hump and under the steering wheel to make her exit on the
driver's side, out of sight of the office.
We'd already eaten out a light meal at a Sonic out near the Fair
Grounds, so I didn't have to go out for food this evening -- which meant
Paula had no time to herself in the cabin while I was gone. I was
carefully polite but I also had no intention of missing an opportunity
that might be promoted to intimacy. When my traveling companion went
off immediately to the bathroom with hairbrush in hand, I was right
behind her, fishing out my pocket comb: Together, we had enough Alabama
Gulf sand in our hair to start our own beach.
Since I was (of course) paying for the room, Paula offered to let me
go first in the shower this time. But I declined and sat on the side of
the bed watching as she plumped down in the cabin's only chair and
emptied the sand out of her jeans cuffs. As she peeled off her socks, I
thought about her legs on display the previous night,... and how cute
her ponytail was, and her sweet smile in bed that morning and the
ferocious way she had kissed me then, and the soft giggles she had
hidden in my ear and the gentle kisses we had exchanged in the dunes at
the beach.
And tomorrow, around lunchtime, I'd be delivering the car while
Paula went off to wherever to seek her fortune. I didn't kid myself
that I was in love or anything so serious, but I was going to miss her
company in a very big way. I was also honest enough to recognize my
unsatisfied horniness for what it was. I wasn't looking forward to that
solitary bus trip back to Texas.
"Paul,... what's the matter?" Her quiet voice snapped me back. She
was sitting there with a bare foot across her knee, wiggling her toes
and searching my face with an expression of genuine concern. I was
embarrassed at being caught mooning over her, but I discovered I
couldn't lie to her face. I sighed and shrugged.
"I was thinking that I probably won't ever see you again after
tomorrow. Less than two days and two nights, and I guess I'm going to
miss you, Paula. Hell, I'm going to miss you a lot! Just feeling a
little sorry for myself, is all." I put on a not-very-successful brave
smile. She looked at me another few seconds and then got up and sat
again close beside me. She squeezed my hand and leaned against my
shoulder.
"I'm touched, Paul, I really am. You're a nice guy and I've sure
enjoyed the trip with you. I even like to sing for you,... just for
you," she added, and leaned closer to kiss me lightly on the cheek.
That was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn't. It only made
me more acutely aware of our impending separation. But I kissed her
back and nodded. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer. Then she
got up from the bed.
"Well, I'm going to go take my shower." And she stepped into the
bathroom and unzipped her jeans even as she pushed the door closed. I
just sat where I was, listening to the shower curtain rustle and the old
faucets being turned, and the shower head spitting. Damn.
After about five minutes, though, I heard her voice from the
bathroom: "Mumble mumble, Paul?"
I got up and cracked the bathroom door. As the steam clouds drifted
out, I said "What? I'm here but I didn't understand what you said...."
"I said 'Would you come in here, Paul'?"
I understood *that* well enough and stepped into the bathroom. The
humidity was already 100% and I could barely make out her figure through
the cloudy old plastic shower curtain.
"Uh, yeah? What's the problem?" Her shadow stopped moving and then
her wet, shiny face appeared around the end of the curtain.
"What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" she asked with a
mock-stern expression. "I invited you to join me, man. You can scrub
my back and I'll scrub yours." She disappeared behind the curtain
again. "Jeez, you can even leave your clothes on if you want," she
laughed. I set a new record for getting naked from a standing start.
It was the best shower of my life to that point. There's something
innately romantic and sexy about encountering a wet, gleaming body
through a fog of hot steam. Paula was cute, pretty, whatever -- but in
the shower she became sultry and alluring.
She handed me a wash cloth and a miniature bar of soap and said with
a grin, "Why don't you lather me up...?" So I made the soap travel up
and down her arms and her thighs, across her shoulders and back, and
then all over a truly delicious pair of tits. They were the perfect
size to cup in my hands and they were firm and responsive to my touch.
When my palms covered her breasts and I pinched her nipples a little,
Paula leaned into me and put her head back so I could nibble on her
throat.
That also pushed my enthusiastic cock against her groin and she
reached down without hesitation and squeezed. My mind was pounding
along, trying to figure a way to screw this gorgeous girl while standing
on the slick porcelain. Or should I wait until we were in bed? But
Paula felt the trembling in my hands; she put her own hands firmly on my
waist and looked me in the eye, up close.
"Paul, I'm sorry -- but we need to agree on something, like we did
this morning...." She kissed me quickly, lightly. "I trust you or I
wouldn't have invited you in here. I know you won't try to push me into
something. The thing is--" She paused and took a deep breath. "--I
don't want to fuck. It's not you, man -- it's *anybody*. This is
really nice, in here with you, and it's really sexy, and you *know*
you're making me horny as hell!" She stopped to kiss me again. "And I
really do like you, Paul. But can we keep this to just mouths and
hands? Please?"
The pleading in her voice was obvious and I knew if I didn't agree
-- and stick to it -- she'd push me out of the tub right now. Well,
what I had now was a major improvement over that morning's lingering
frustration.
I cleared my throat. "Question: Can we do whatever we *want* with
'mouths and hands'?" I raised my eyebrows and pursed my lips
judiciously. If my hands hadn't been still engaged in massaging her
breasts, I would have folded my arms for dramatic effect.
"Idiot." She leered and kissed me again. "Of course we can. I was
just thinking of all the interesting things we *could* do...." She
squeezed my cock again and pulled upward on it -- a marvelous sensation.
And she was right: There were *lots* of things one could do with just
mouths and hands.
I temporarily abandoned Paula's breasts and slid my hands around and
down to stroke and squeeze than lovely little ass. I planted myself and
lifted her up on the balls of her feet so I could bend a little and wrap
me tongue around her nipple. She moaned softly and her fingers sifted
through my hair.
"Mmmmm... I love that... Use your teeth there -- just a little!"
She inhaled sharply as I tugged at her nipple with my incisors and let
it bounce back; she tried to wrap my head up completely in her arms.
After a few minutes, just as I was beginning to develop a crick in my
back, Paula said, a little shakily, "Oh -- Paul,... Ahhhh -- that's
enough... You keep this up and I'm gonna come too quick...!" Her
fingers tickled my ears. "Besides, it's my turn, lover." The intimate
pet name sounded very nice indeed.
Her water-slick body moved down mine and she settled into a hunker,
steadying herself with one hand behind my knee and taking control of my
cock with the other. And it was my turn to wind my fingers through her
hair as she rubbed the head of my cock against her nipples and grinned
up at me playfully. Then she guided it up her breastbone, her throat,
under the curve of her chin, to the edge of her lower lip,... and
stopped.
The old cracker in the office was going to find me in the bathtub in
the morning, I thought -- dead of a lust attack and a terminal erection.
I clutched at her head and choked out, "Christ! Don't stop!"
Paula's throaty laugh caused a small breeze in my pubic hair and
made my kneecaps tingle. She did a quick hawklike swoop and engulfed my
penis. A stab of pleasure punctured my chest as her tongue prodded the
tip and her fingers teased my testicles. I was, very suddenly, so
completely aroused I would cheerfully have humped that Lincoln out in
the carport. I desperately repeated the rules to myself, under my
breath -- "Hands and mouths, hands and mouths!"
Looking down at the top of her head, at the drops of water
refracting her damp blonde mop, I was struck again by how much I was
going to miss Paula. Not fair, I complained silently. It's just not
fair. Why do you always meet fantastic girls under the most impossible
circumstances? I knew I'd never meet anyone to rival Paula in Freshman
English: That just wasn't the way the world worked.
My gonads weren't worrying about the future, though. They were
tightly focused on the nerve endings in my straining cock. As Paula
continued to suck and squeeze, I could visualize my climax rising, like
the mercury in a thermometer in July. Whether it was the tensing of my
groin muscles or the inarticulate sound I made, she timed it perfectly.
She let my cock *POP* from between her lips and tucked it again under
her chin just as my long-postponed orgasm exploded.
I reflexively pressed her face against my stomach as I trembled
through my climax; she quickly turned her head so she wouldn't smother
and snuggled her cheek against me instead. She didn't say anything but
I had the distinct feeling she felt flattered by my rapid eruption. I
wasn't thinking too clearly just then, but I was vaguely surprised. I
couldn't imagine any guy *not* being overcome by such an excitingly sexy
girl.
As I caught my breath, I got my hands under her arms and lifted her
back to her feet. My semen ran in rivulets from her throat down over
her "perfect handful" breasts and it smeared across my chest as I hugged
her and kissed her with more passion than I had ever felt for anyone.
She squeezed me in her arms just as tightly, and it seemed again that
there was something besides passion in her movements.
"What am I gonna do without you?" I asked a bit hoarsely.
She held my face in her hands and gave me a serious look. "You're
going to do just fine without me, Paul, and you know it."
I didn't feel like being reasonable or realistic and I shook my
head. "Civilization as we know it will end two seconds after I have to
say goodbye to you, Paula," I said softly, and smiled as I smoothed her
drenched hair.
She put her hands lightly on my chest and looked down at them. I
thought she was blushing but we were both pretty red-faced already, from
exertion. It made her even more desirable and I lifted her chin and
kissed her again, more gently this time. She seemed to flow into it.
Maybe we really were in love, at least for a minute or two.
Then our lips parted and our hands got busy again. Paula had given
me my climax and I had to do at least as much for her. I lathered up
one hand again and cupped her pubic mound, sliding over the silky blonde
thatch and letting my fingertips rest at the very top of her cleft.
Then my middle finger moved slowly downward and Paula held onto my arm
and humped forward a little. My finger changed course slightly, to
detour around the ridge of her clitoris, and she made a small "ummff..."
sound of frustration and teased my arm with her nails.
My finger slid in farther, awash in the moistness of her, until all
three joints were hidden. She was hanging on my shoulder, cheek against
my arm, thighs on either side of my knee -- a hot, clinging presence
that I relished.
A second finger stealthily joined the first and when I played
scissors with them her hips squirmed. I dragged my fingers slowly
upward between her labia until I had her clit cornered. Then I began
gently caressing, stroking, and tweaking the hard little bud. Her
anticipation had made her especially sensitive and her twitches and tiny
jerks meant I was getting to her.
I gradually increased the pace and Paula moaned in the back of her
throat and let her eyelids flutter shut. She was practically trying to
climb my leg and both her hands were clutching and moving about
restlessly. My cock was becoming erect again, brushing against her
smooth upper thigh. I suspected I would be able to maneuver her body
around while she was in the throes of masturbation and ease my cock in
next to my busy fingers -- but she had played fair within the limits she
had set, and for me to do otherwise would be cheating.
After a short time, my fingers were moving in and out, up and down
so rapidly my hand was becoming stiff. Paula's grip on my arm had cut
off most of the circulation and her forehead was pressed hard against
the corner of my shoulder. She whimpered loudly, nearly sobbing, and
her whole body was shaking. She was poised nearly on tiptoes, knees
rattling together, her crotch thrusting against my hand, then
retreating, then returning.
My other hand, which had been steadying her waist, had slipped down
to stroke and squeeze her ass again. We were also beginning to run low
on hot water -- though Paula was generating so much heat herself, I
doubt she noticed. My cock, having worked itself to a high pitch from
the friction of her thigh, jerked and sent a modest quantity of semen
dribbling down her leg.
If we kept this up much longer, one of us was going to faint. Maybe
both. I made a two-finger fist and shoved it up into her cunt several
times, a little more roughly than I had intended. Her whimper became a
squeak and she went rigid for a few seconds -- and then boneless. I had
to quickly wrap my arms around her to keep her from falling.
I held her up until she began to recover and get her feet under her;
even then she was shaky. Finally, she draped her sweaty arms over my
shoulders and stared at me with gleaming eyes. As her arms tightened
around my neck, drawing our faces and overheated bodies closer together,
she said, "Paul, you'll never know how much I *wanted* to fuck you ...
and I don't know if I could have made myself stop if we'd started." She
smiled so brilliantly, my pupils contracted. "I guess this is one time
the guy had more self-control than the girl. Thank you...." And she
kissed me very sincerely indeed. My animal self was bitching at me for
not taking advantage of her; could she have blamed me, after all? But
my Jiminy Cricket side was pleased that I had maintained Paula's high
opinion of me.
She stepped under the shower and shivered as the chilly spray
splashed off her head and shoulders. I laughed at her tortured
expression and she grinned and swatted at me.
"Don't forget your chin, lover; it's a little sticky..."
"Oh, I can fix that," she laughed and yanked me under the shockingly
cold water with her. I *whooshed* and then hugged her again as she said
"*You* put it there, *you* wash it off!"
So I splashed water across her throat and breasts and enjoyed the
smoothness of her surfaces as I cleaned up the results of our limited
love-making. Then I did a couple turns under the shower head and rinsed
the accumulated sweat off myself. There was no point in trying to soap
up in cold water.
Half an hour later, we were under the covers, both of us still
naked, which I took as an additional sign of her trust. We were still a
little chilly, even in northern Florida in April, and we snuggled
happily against each other. It was a little early for bedtime, but the
drive and our exertions in the shower had taken their toll, and we dosed
off soon after.
I awoke once in the night for a call of nature and found Paula's leg
draped over my own and her head resting comfortably on my chest. I
would never have moved except for internal pressure.
When I finished and came back to bed, she was about ten percent
awake -- just enough for her hand to be searching restlessly across the
pillow for me. I slipped back under the covers and slid my arm under
her head again. She smacked her lips in satisfaction and grunted
sleepily as she scooted up against me. I lay there a little while just
looking at her face, her tousled hair, the curve of her arm. I stroked
her fingers very, very lightly and she squeezed a fistful of the sheet.
I knew we'd have to part tomorrow and I knew it couldn't be helped,
and I felt very sad. And I fell asleep with that thought in my mind and
waded through a fragmentary dream in which I was riding the bus (or was
I driving it?); we stopped out on the highway in East Texas to pick up a
rider -- who, of course, was Paula, but she didn't recognize me. I
awoke just before sunrise blinking back tears.
We both tried to act businesslike as we got ready to leave; it
seemed easiest not to even mention what the day held for us. I had seen
a big drive-through carwash -- big enough to handle trucks, with vacuum
hoses and everything -- and I wanted to stop and tidy up the Continental
before delivering it to its new owner.
We got there early enough that we didn't have to wait and I went
through the vehicle, hood ornament to tailpipe, vacuuming and brushing
the floor, wiping down the upholstery and the dashboard, running a
borrowed chamois over the exterior chrome. I wanted that car to look
new when I relinquished it.
Paula helped out willingly until we were almost finished and then
laughed and said she had to make a pit stop herself. I wondered if she
was planning to disappear on me, but I spotted her bag standing on the
hardtop by the rear wheel. And then she was back and there was no
further reason for delay.
The address I was headed for was out near Jacksonville Beach, beyond
the end of Atlantic Boulevard somewhere (no surprise there; anyone who
could afford this car could afford a beach house), and Paula watched for
street names as I watched the growing rush hour traffic.
We located the turnoff but as I flipped on the blinker and slowed
down, Paula grabbed my arm. "The beach is only a couple blocks on,
Paul. We're still pretty early. I want to see the ocean with you, just
once -- please."
I glanced at her; prolonging the farewell wasn't go to do either of
us any good. But I stepped on the accelerator again and three minutes
later we were parked at the end of a short, unpaved road overlooking a
broad, not terribly clean stretch of sand. I suspected the quality of
the beach improved whenever a hurricane came through.
We got out and walked slowly down to the water's edge, and then
strolled a little way to the south; someone was running a dog off in the
distance to the north, but it was too early for many people this far
out. Paula's arm was linked through mine and neither of us said
anything for a few minutes. Finally, her arm squeezed mine and we
stopped.
"I have to tell you why," she said. "I owe you that, I think." I
didn't have to ask 'why what'.
"Paul, you're only the third guy I've been naked with. The first
time was on my sixteenth birthday and it doesn't really count. Neither
of us knew what we were doing and we blew it; we never really had sex."
Why was she telling me this? I hadn't thought she *was* a virgin.
"Then, starting a little while after that, there was a guy I went
steady with for six months. I lost my virginity because I was in love
with him -- I guess. I don't know, now. He was a couple years older
than me and he had a lot more experience, and I suppose I was 'dazzled'
or something. But one night I was over at his place and we got kind of
drunk and he shoved me down on his bed, and--" She paused and took a
deep breath, and looked down at the sand.
"He wouldn't stop when I begged him to. We'd had sex before,
several times, and I don't know whether it was my fault or if he raped
me or what. He didn't hit me or anything. But he wouldn't stop. And
when I sat and cried afterward, he just told me to shut up, that he was
entitled to it because I loved him. I didn't see him any more after
that."
I lifted her chin and she looked at me reluctantly with tear-
sparkled eyes. I put my arms around her and just held her for a couple
minutes; I couldn't think of anything to say and I almost felt like
crying with her.
"Then, for nearly a year, I hardly even dated -- and I didn't make
out with the guy when I did go on dates. I kept to myself and they
stopped asking me out. And then you picked me up on the highway, just
by accident."
She peered at me earnestly and touched my face. "And you were so
nice to be with, I was able to relax. You didn't try to pull anything
-- even though I knew you wanted to do it with me. I'm not blind, you
know." She smiled and I smiled back.
"I wanted to do it, too. I wanted to have sex with you, Paul. But
it still scared me and I had to come back to it a little at a time. But
now we're *out* of time," she added. "Almost."
She dug down in her front pocket and pulled out her closed hand.
"While you were finishing up the car this morning, I snuck into the
men's room there; they had one of those machines." She held out her
open palm: Two circular red foil packages with "SHEIK" printed on them.
"Two for fifty cents. We can use at least one of them."
My brain was cranking up like a dragster as I glanced around. There
was no cover, no dunes of any significance, not here. She tugged at the
front of my shirt and put her lips next to my ear. "I want to screw in
the Lincoln," she whispered. "And I want to do it right now."
The car wasn't really hidden from view but it wasn't that obvious,
either. I wondered what Paula would have done if we'd had to park in a
lot full of picnicking families. Maybe she didn't care. We were both
strangers here and we'd be leaving shortly, anyway. Suddenly, it just
didn't matter. This was a farewell I hadn't expected and I wasn't going
to spoil it by worrying about the location.
We slid into the back seat and locked the doors. With the tinted
windows, maybe no one would even notice that the car was inhabited.
Paula had her sweatshirt pushed up and her bra unhooked before I
could even unlatch my belt. And by the time I had my jeans and my
shorts pushed down, she'd already stripped herself naked below the
waist.
The leather creaked as she got up on her knees and climbed across my
lap. My cock was already coming to attention and she shot me a wicked
look as she took it in hand and brushed the tip of it across her moist
cunt. She eased it into herself just the smallest bit -- just enough to
let me feel the real her and to complete my erection in a hurry.
I ripped open the foil and started to roll the prophylactic down
over my cock, but she pushed my hands away and did it herself, never
breaking eye contact as she smoothed it into place. Then she lowered
herself onto me, nibbling at her lower lip as she sank down. She flexed
her internal muscles and little jolts of electricity spread through me
as I slouched down on the seat.
My hands rested on her hips to guide her movements, but that wasn't
necessary. She wanted this as much as I did and she held her shirt up
out of the way and leaned over so I could get my mouth around her tits.
I cupped her ass in my hands and massaged her vibrant flesh as we moved.
Then her hands were clutching my shoulders, fingers digging in, as she
moved in all directions to make maximum contact.
It didn't last more than ten minutes, which was as long as I could
hold out without coming. Under the circumstances, I don't know whether
she had an orgasm or not, but she undeniably enjoyed the experience. I
held her ass in a tight grip and raised her up and jammed her down until
I felt as though I would explode. And when I came, gasping, she
squatted down as tightly as she could, cramming as much of me as
possible into herself.
She was breathing loudly through her mouth and her ponytail had come
unbound, which made her shining hair form an incandescent halo about her
face. She was absolutely beautiful.
When it was over, she hugged me tightly around the neck and we
simply sat there, my cock slowly withdrawing by itself, and tried to
remain one body for a little while longer.
Twenty or thirty minutes later, we turned into the circular drive of
a large, palm-shaded house and I parked carefully and set the brake.
Paula got our two suitcases out of the trunk while I went and rang the
bell.
The guy who answered and came out to look at the car was pleasant
enough; a somewhat younger-looking version of the previous owner. I
introduced Paula as my sister, along to keep me company, and he walked
around the Lincoln and nodded his approval at its condition. When, at
my request, he climbed in to check on the leather interior, he sniffed
the air and seemed a bit puzzled. Paula grinned and nudged me.
We went inside so he could write out a receipt of delivery and pick
up his wallet and keys: He was going to drive us back into town to the
Continental Trailways station. Paula and I even drank a couple of big
glasses of Florida orange juice while we waited in his kitchen.
Since Paula was my "sister" for a little while, I didn't think I
should hold her hand in the front seat on the way back into Jacksonville
-- but she kept finding subtle ways of touching my leg, moving her foot
against mine, and generally holding my attention.
The new owner of the Lincoln dropped us off in front of the bus
station and shook my hand,... which came away with a folded twenty in
it. I hadn't really expected a tip, but he smiled and said "You did a
good job, kid," so I was happy to accept it.
We went in and checked the schedule on the wall. The next bus to
Houston was leaving in about two and a half hours, but I noted that the
New York bus was pulling out in less than an hour. Paula had said
something vague about being dropped out on US-1, but I had shushed her.
Now she was obviously wondering how she would get back to the highway to
wait for a ride.
I told her firmly to sit down and keep an eye on the bags while I
got my ticket. When I came back and handed her a New York ticket as
well, she got all flustered and tried to protest. It had taken most of
my profit from the trip after paying for my own ticket, but I didn't
care about that. I sat beside her and held her hand and tried to
explain it to her.
"Paula, I want you to be someplace where you can find work while you
get your singing career organized. The only way I'm going to be
satisfied is when I hear you on the radio in a year or two. You can't
waste talent like that; I just won't allow it." Then I slipped my hand
down between us where no one could see and tucked the twenty dollar tip
in her front pocket, along with a slip of paper with my Austin address.
Her mouth opened but I put my other finger to her lips.
"You're going to need that more than I will," I insisted. "I'm just
going back to school, to play piano at frat parties and get my degree.
You're going out into the real world, and you'll have to learn not to
turn down opportunities." I tapped her pocket. "That's an
opportunity."
She sat there looking at me with an expression I'll remember all my
life. Her mouth trembled and the tears welled out and trickled unheeded
down her cheeks. Then she put her hand on the back of my neck and
pulled me into a kiss that made the entire bus station disappear.
And that's the end of the story. I put Paula on the bus and she
grabbed a window seat so we could gaze at each other as the driver
pulled out. And then she was gone. I went back inside and sat and
moped for another hour and a half until my own bus left. As I had
expected, it was a long, lonely trip back to Texas.
About two weeks after I returned to class, I received a postcard
from Paula -- a photo of the Empire State Building -- telling me she'd
made it safely to New York, had found a job in a record store, of all
places, and was staying temporarily at the YWCA. She was beginning to
make the rounds of agencies and hoped to find the right connection soon.
There was no return address on the card -- and it dawned on me, very
belatedly, that I had never even discovered her last name. Jesus. I
thought of her all the time, but only as "Paula."
I kept on playing piano, just for entertainment, and I got my
degree. I never heard Paula's voice on the radio, at least not on the
pop stations I listened to.
I started graduate school as a Teaching Assistant and met a girl who
worked in the departmental office; we began seeing each other and were
married seven months later. We found a small apartment surrounded by
other impoverished students and we were very happy (and we still are).
That fall, I happened to be watching our little black-and-white TV
while grading excruciatingly bad freshman papers, when I suddenly
recognized the voice singing the jingle for a commercial: It was Paula's
lovely alto. It only ran for maybe thirty seconds during the sales
pitch, but it was her.
I borrowed a tape recorder and hooked it up next to the TV, and I
sat and watched stupid shows on the same station for an entire weekend,
which alarmed my poor wife a bit. My finger was poised over the RECORD
button at every commercial break and finally I was successful. The
jingle ran again and I managed to get the whole thing.
Thereafter, I heard her voice singing background on several other
commercials for assorted major products. She hadn't made the big time,
but she was singing and probably making a good living at it, even if no
one knew her name but me.
I still have that fuzzy old tape. My wife wisely ignores it, and
the kids probably think I'm crazy, but I take it out of its box once in
a while and listen to it.
And I remember the Lincoln and making love on the leather
upholstery, overlooking the beach outside of Jacksonville, Florida.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright 1993 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted
elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Michael Kalen Smith / Dallas, TX
Internet: mksmith@taproot.win.net / CompuServe: 73177,366
*** It doesn't TAKE all kinds; we just HAVE all kinds ***
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--
Michael Suelmann misuelma@freenet.hut.fi
suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de
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Subject: Re: THE BOTTOM LINE IS:Perot- Taco Bill & BOB DOLE
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FE>Come on. Lets be real!
FE> PEROT in '96
I fail to see anything sexy about this post. What does perot have that
is sexy?
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From: valery GRANCHER <diff-exp@imaginet.fr>
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Subject: Re: THE BOTTOM LINE IS:Perot- Taco Bill & BOB DOLE
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 1996 17:22:38 +0000
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This artwork is dedicated to all contaminated people: An art
installation made with little black wax leaves. Inside there are
epidemia victims confessions (sent by email on anonym way).
I would like that every epidemia victim who wants, send by email a
confession about what it makes him to suffer so hard from other people!
A hidden memory of suffering will be born!
A black wax cube or wall will grow in the art installation wich
constitutes a protestation against "puritanism taboo", "sexuality
correct" and "politically correct" !
An artist, his email: diff-exp@imaginet.fr
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From: not11now@aol.com (Not11now)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: An Unusual Roommate(mf,pedo,cons)
Date: 16 Sep 1996 18:38:20 -0400
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**************DISCLAIMER*****************
Nothing written here is intended to suggest
any action, behavior, or belief by the reader.
If you are not over 21, or are a prude, don't
read this. This is a work of fiction.
******************************************
Melanie - pedo, mf, cons
******************************************
When I was 12, back in the early 70's, I spent part
of one summer visiting my older brother. He lived
in a totally laid-back commune with 5-7 other guys
and gals in a college town. The atmosphere of the
place was like all the cool places of the 70's.
Plentiful grass, mind-blowing music, an "if it feels
good, do it" aura. I liked hanging out there. They
treated me like I was smart and my thoughts were important.
One afternoon, I was wandering around the large-roomed
multi-story rented house, with its long windows and dark
wood, thinking I was alone. Everyone was usually in
class in the afternoon. I held a long-necked watering
can from which I was watering the many hanging spider
plants and coleus. Being an old building in the summer,
it was beastly hot. I had elected to wear only a long
beaded macrame vest that came down to my mid-calf but
really didn't cover anything. At 12, I was about 5 feet
tall, 85 pounds or so, with waist-length brown hair.
I had entered the "library", a room with lots of books
on brick-and-board bookshelves. I was standing on a
stepstool watering a wandering jude when I heard a
yawn behind me. I turned to see Mark, one of the house
members, waking up from a large heap of throw pillows
on the floor. When his eyes adjusted and he saw me there
in my macramed nakedness he looked shocked. I said "Hi"
and remarked that I thought I was alone, but I was glad to
see that I had company. He recovered his composure, (shock
wasn't cool in the 70's) and said "Hey, nice outfit!".
I sat down on the stepstool, unembarrased. I was proud of
my 12-year-old body. My breasts were just beginning
to develop, small and rounded, they barely cast a shadow
underneath them. My nipples were getting hard from the
sensation of the knotted macrame cord brushing over them
and the thrill I got from displaying myself before what I
considered and "older man". Mark was probably 19.
He lit a joint and handed it to me when he got up to turn
on the stereo. He played the Eagles "Hotel California".
When he came back he sat back down on the pillows and
unashamedly stared me as we passed the joint back and
forth and talked about music. I could see his cock
growing hard, straining the worn denim of his bellbottoms.
I suggested that he might be more comfortable if he took
his jeans off. It was pretty hot, after all. He rushed to
comply. Of course, young hippy-types didn't wear underwear
back then, so Mark was now sitting on the pillows totally nude,
looking a bit awkward. I reassured him in a voice that was
soft and quite low for one so young, that there was nothing
to be embarrassed about. Our naked bodies were beautiful and
it was cool to be open and share ourselves. "It's alright if you
want to touch yourself," I said, "I do it all the time,
everyone does, they just lie about it."
We both laughed at this, and that relaxed Mark somewhat. I
took off the vest then and sat back on the stool, with my
bare feet propped on the second step and my elbows resting
on my parted knees. My pussy was spread open, the little
bit of soft dark hair begining to moisten as I watched Mark
take his penis in his hand. He fondled his balls in one hand
pumped with the other. He got totally turned on watching me
fuck myself. He was really going at it, now and then shaking
his penis violently, almost beating it and watching me the whole time.
I was braced with one hand on the stool and the other at my
crotch. I slid my middle finger in and out of my vagina, feeling it
pull at my finger with its powerful muscle. I "rode" my palm,
pressing it over my clit and rubbing. My pussy was squelching
with wetness.
Mark and I both came, and as I sat there shuddering, my hand
soaking wet between my legs, my brother entered. Mark looked
terrified for a moment but my brother just came over to me and
reached in to tweak my nipple. "You're finally getting some tits!"
he exclaimed as he gave my snatch a whole-handed squeeze and went
to put his books away.
*****
Comments? Like it?
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From: pitney@delphi.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: 'True' confessions wanted for telephony server - will pay
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 96 17:12:09 -0500
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I am looking for material, particularly 'true' confessions from a
womans perspective to be used in a telephony server to be based in the UK.
I will pay a commission of around 3p per minute of messages listened to. If
anyone is interested in providing material for this project could they please
e-mail me at pitney@delphi.com
Thanks
pitney@delphi.com
NB - this system will be similar to a voicemail or audiotext system - ie
dial in and listen to a spoken message.
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From: "Killmaster" <bismark@mindspring.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Looking for female, GA
Date: 16 Sep 1996 21:53:15 GMT
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I'm looking for a white female that is willing to have a good time. Must
live in the Atlanta area. send e-mail.
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From: ghale@fed.net (George Hale)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: ALMOST FREE MONEY $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 21:51:33 GMT
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ATTENTION ALL:
For your benefit, take the time to read this and you will be on your
way
to the easiest way to make money since winning the local lottery This
detailed, yet
simple program will allow you to make a small fortune in under 2
months with starting costs of 5 dollars! I am talking cold cash
around
$10,000-50,000 depending on how much time you put in to it.
Print this article out now!
TRY THIS--ALL YOU HAVE TO LOSE IS ABOUT $8!!!!!
Just follow the 3 steps below. There is no reason whatsoever why the
same shouldn't happen to you. This is a perfectly legitimate
investment
opportunity. You invest $5.00 and you receive a return on your
investment.
So does the next investor. This is NOT A CHAIN LETTER - IT IS
PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE, and totally legal under title 18, Sections 1302
and 1341 of the U.S. Postal Lottery Laws.
OBVIOUSLY, IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED, THEN DON'T PARTICIPATE. BUT
PLEASE
PRINT THIS ARTICLE AND GIVE IT TO SOMEONE WHO MAY WISH TO TAKE
ADVANTAGE.
All you have to do is give this a try and decide for yourself. You
will undoubtedly be satisfied with the outcome. Now here's the
program:
----------------------------------------------------
STEP 1. Write your name and address on 5 separate sheets of paper
with the words: "PLEASE ADD ME TO YOUR MAILING LIST". Also mention
which slot or number the person was in on this posting. For example,
if John Doe was in slot #1, you would write: "John, you were in slot
#1".
Fold a $1
bill, or money order, or bank draft, inside each of the 5 pieces of
paper (so nobody sees and then steals the money) and mail them to the
following 5 addresses:
#1. Sameer Vyas
4 Colony Ct.
Somerset, NJ 08873 *USA*
#2. CPNFX
7251 Marian Ave.
Warren,MI 48092 *USA*
#3. Fahad Khan
80K Long Beach Road
Nissequogue, NY 11780 *USA*
#4. STM Services
PO Box 12322
Orange, Ca. 92859-8322 *USA*
#5. George Hale
1426 Jarvis
Manhattan, Kansas 66502 *USA*
STEP 2. Now remove the 1st name from the list, move the other 4 names
up
one slot
(5 becomes 4, 4 becomes 3, etc.) and put your name and address as
number 5 on the list. You can do this by re-typing this message or
simply editing and re-posting it in this or another newsgroup.
STEP 3. Post your amended article to at least 200 new groups (there
are
about 22,000 of them). Use an eye catching subject/title to get
people to read your posting.
---------------------------------------------------------
You are now in the Mail Order Investment Business and you will start
receiving $1 returns by mail within a week or two. The more newsgroups
you post to, the larger your return will be. You may want to rent a
Post
Office Box to handle the volume of mail you are likely to receive.
If you wish to remain anonymous, you can use a pseudonym such as
"The Manager" or "The Investor", but make sure your address is
correct!
NOW LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS SYSTEM WORKS!
Of every 200 postings I made, I received an average of 5 replies, YES
-
ONLY 5, each with a $1 bill enclosed. You make $5 for every 200
postings WITH YOUR NAME AT NUMBER 5.
Each person who sent you $1, now also makes let's say, only 200
additional postings WITH YOUR NAME AT NUMBER 4, i.e. 1000 postings.
On average therefore, 50 people will send you $1 with your name at
number
4. You make $50.
Your 50 new agents make 200 posting each WITH YOUR NAME AT NUMBER 3
or 10 000 postings - average return 500 at $1 each is $500. They
make 200 postings each WITH YOUR NAME AT NUMBER 2 = 100 000 postings
= 5 000 returns at $1 each = $5 000.
Finally, 5 000 people make 200 postings each WITH YOUR NAME AT NUMBER
1
and you get a return of $50 000 before you name drops off the list.
AND THAT'S IF EVERYONE DOWN THE LINE ONLY MAKES 200 POSTINGS! Total
income in one cycle = $55 500.
From time to time, when your name is no longer on the list, you take
the latest posting that is appearing in the newsgroups, SEND OUT
ANOTHER $5 TO THE NAMES THAT ARE ON THE LIST, PUT YOUR NAME IN
AT NUMBER 5 AND START POSTING AGAIN. Remember, 200 postings is only
a guideline. The more you post, the greater the return.
Let's review the reasons why you should do this: THE ONLY COST FACTORS
ARE: 5 STAMPS, 5 ENVELOPES, AND 5 $1 BILLS. Anyone can afford five
dollars to put into such an effortless investment with SPECTACULAR
RETURNS.
Some people have said to me "What happens if the scheme is 'played
out' and no one sends me any money"? Big deal! So you lose $5 - but
what are the chances of that happening?
Do you realize how many Internet Users there are? Do you realize how
many times this scheme can be utilized over and over again - with
COMPLETELY NEW people participating?
There are not HUNDREDS, NOT EVEN THOUSANDS, BUT HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS
OF NEW INTERNET USERS EVERY MONTH!
SOME FINAL NOTES:
Remember, read the instructions carefully and play FAIRLY...that's
the only way this will work. We all must help each other. Get a
printout so you can refer back to this article easily.
Try to keep a list of everyone that sends you money and always keep
an eye on the newsgroup postings to make sure everyone is playing
fairly.
You know where your name should be.
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From: Sweetone <susan@adult.superstore.ca>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 17:43:10 -0400
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Antonio Branco Nunes wrote:
> Fuck the USA??? With what? My penis is not that big!!!
Antonio ... the average mans penis is six inches long. A womans vagina
is about nine inches in length. That means there's about 140,000 miles
of unused pussy. Who needs to fuck the U.S.A. with all the excess
pussy.
Love and kisses
Sweetone
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From: Ben Conley <bconley@akronet.com>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 18:05:32 -0400
Organization: SCANTRONIX
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Nervous wrote:
>
> In article <Pine.ULT.3.91.960911005611.8995B-100000@blaze.trentu.ca>,
> "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
>
> -> Well There esteemed Historical Guru
> ->
> -> I find your logic and facts not only comical but rediculus. Did you ever hear
> -> of a President named Teddy Rosevelt?? Ever hear of 1905; how his Secretary
> -> of State formulated a plan to install the United Fruit Company as the
> -> dominant force in Latin America?? Do you ever recall how the States did
> -> not get involved in the second world war until Dec 7, 1941 over two full
> -> yrs after the rest of us declared war. And the only reason they got
> -> involved at all was Germany and Japan and Italy declared war unilaterally
> -> first upon you immediately after Pearl Harbour (that evening). May I also
> -> point out to you that you have propped up regimes that have terrible
> -> human rights violations that run the gambit from Pinochet in Chile in '73,
> -> to Somaza in Nicarugua late '70s, and who could forget Noreiga in Panama.
> -> As well Cuba prior to Castro was a den for the American Mafia.
> -> Now it would be interesting to see how you come up with logical and
> -> conclusive arguments that the "US has done more than anyone for mankind."
> -> Please what have you done?? The only thing you have done is to be
> -> self-serving. Funny how your CIA is involved in so many covert operations
> -> against other Govts. You have given the world a number of items;
> -> drive by shootings,
> -> a legal system that is two tiered: one for rich one for poor, a pseudo
> -> democracy that is controlled by special interest groups.
> -> Huge amounts of racism et cetera.
> -> The states is not a bad place at all, but please it is hardly shangra-la.
> -> Far Far from it.Need I go on. I think mon ami you need to hit
> -> the books alittle harder.
> -> Later
>
> You know your shit, man!
>
> P.S. Go to Europe and wear a pin of an American flag on your lapel and see
> how 'nicely' you are treated. Then, wear a Canadian flag...BIG
> difference...you're then pratically royalty to them. The world loves
> Canada - it's the greatest country in the world.
As long as you aren't looking to buy cigarettes!
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From: nervous@BFU.com (Nervous)
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 07:28:31 -0500
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In article <323DCF2C.631@akronet.com>, http://www.akronet.com/~bconley wrote:
-> Nervous wrote:
-> >
-> > In article <Pine.ULT.3.91.960911005611.8995B-100000@blaze.trentu.ca>,
-> > "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
-> >
-> > -> Well There esteemed Historical Guru
-> > ->
-> > -> I find your logic and facts not only comical but rediculus. Did
you ever hear
-> > -> of a President named Teddy Rosevelt?? Ever hear of 1905; how his
Secretary
-> > -> of State formulated a plan to install the United Fruit Company as the
-> > -> dominant force in Latin America?? Do you ever recall how the States did
-> > -> not get involved in the second world war until Dec 7, 1941 over two full
-> > -> yrs after the rest of us declared war. And the only reason they got
-> > -> involved at all was Germany and Japan and Italy declared war
unilaterally
-> > -> first upon you immediately after Pearl Harbour (that evening). May
I also
-> > -> point out to you that you have propped up regimes that have terrible
-> > -> human rights violations that run the gambit from Pinochet in Chile
in '73,
-> > -> to Somaza in Nicarugua late '70s, and who could forget Noreiga in
Panama.
-> > -> As well Cuba prior to Castro was a den for the American Mafia.
-> > -> Now it would be interesting to see how you come up with logical and
-> > -> conclusive arguments that the "US has done more than anyone for
mankind."
-> > -> Please what have you done?? The only thing you have done is to be
-> > -> self-serving. Funny how your CIA is involved in so many covert
operations
-> > -> against other Govts. You have given the world a number of items;
-> > -> drive by shootings,
-> > -> a legal system that is two tiered: one for rich one for poor, a pseudo
-> > -> democracy that is controlled by special interest groups.
-> > -> Huge amounts of racism et cetera.
-> > -> The states is not a bad place at all, but please it is hardly
shangra-la.
-> > -> Far Far from it.Need I go on. I think mon ami you need to hit
-> > -> the books alittle harder.
-> > -> Later
-> >
-> > You know your shit, man!
-> >
-> > P.S. Go to Europe and wear a pin of an American flag on your lapel and see
-> > how 'nicely' you are treated. Then, wear a Canadian flag...BIG
-> > difference...you're then pratically royalty to them. The world loves
-> > Canada - it's the greatest country in the world.
->
-> As long as you aren't looking to buy cigarettes!
LOL!!!
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From: nervous@BFU.com (Nervous)
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 07:33:47 -0500
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In article <Pine.BSI.3.95.960917174654.1757A-100000@nimbus.superior.net>,
Tim McGuire <tmcguire@superior.net> wrote:
-> Is it a good thing that you lost more men per capita than the US??? Does
-> that mean you suck at fighting??? And what would have happened if the US
-> had not developed the atom bomb when we did??? Would we all be speaking
-> Japanese??? The reason we came in in '41 is because you came in in '39 and
-> were getting your asses kicked so bad that we had to come in and save you.
The US built the atom bomb?!! Huh?!!!! It's more like the US payed a
bunch of German scientists to defect from Germany during the war in order
to get them to build one. Haven't you ever heard of the Atomic Cafe?
You Americans did the same thing for your space program. Just see how
many NASA scientists that worked on the Apollo missions are Germans.
-> As for the ghettos, are you saying there are NO ghettos in Europe???
-> Remember that the US has almost the population and more land than all of
-> Europe, which translates to more poor people as compared to the individual
-> nations of Europe. I'm sure there are ghettos in London, Berlin, Rome,
-> Paris, and Madrid, so you shoudn't be surprised that there are ghettos in
-> New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Miami. Another reason we have to many
-> poor people is because we are right on the border of Mexico and are close
-> to Cuba and Puerto Rico. Our country looks so good to them that they hop
-> on a raft and sail over here, only to overcrowd our cities, steal our
-> jobs, and increase taxes due to welfare.
No, it's more like your country is a wasteland of racism that your poor
are made up of minorities.
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From: Colin Fairclough <colin@tlpc.u-net.com>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 23:05:46 +0000
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Steve Calvin wrote:
>
> Would you people PLEASE prune your address lists to groups who actually
> want to read this stuff... rec.humor is NOT the place. Please be
> considerate.
> Nervous wrote:
> >
> > In article <323DCF2C.631@akronet.com>, http://www.akronet.com/~bconley wrote:
> >
> > -> Nervous wrote:
> > -> >
> > -> > In article <Pine.ULT.3.91.960911005611.8995B-100000@blaze.trentu.ca>,
> > -> > "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
> > -> >
> > -> > -> Well There esteemed Historical Guru
> > -> > ->
> > -> > -> I find your logic and facts not only comical but rediculus. Did
> > you ever hear
> > -> > -> of a President named Teddy Rosevelt?? Ever hear of 1905; how his
> > Secretary
> > -> > -> of State formulated a plan to install the United Fruit Company as the
> > -> > -> dominant force in Latin America?? Do you ever recall how the States did
> > -> > -> not get involved in the second world war until Dec 7, 1941 over two full
> > -> > -> yrs after the rest of us declared war. And the only reason they got
> > -> > -> involved at all was Germany and Japan and Italy declared war
> > unilaterally
> > -> > -> first upon you immediately after Pearl Harbour (that evening). May
> > I also
> > -> > -> point out to you that you have propped up regimes that have terrible
> > -> > -> human rights violations that run the gambit from Pinochet in Chile
> > in '73,
> > -> > -> to Somaza in Nicarugua late '70s, and who could forget Noreiga in
> > Panama.
> > -> > -> As well Cuba prior to Castro was a den for the American Mafia.
> > -> > -> Now it would be interesting to see how you come up with logical and
> > -> > -> conclusive arguments that the "US has done more than anyone for
> > mankind."
> > -> > -> Please what have you done?? The only thing you have done is to be
> > -> > -> self-serving. Funny how your CIA is involved in so many covert
> > operations
> > -> > -> against other Govts. You have given the world a number of items;
> > -> > -> drive by shootings,
> > -> > -> a legal system that is two tiered: one for rich one for poor, a pseudo
> > -> > -> democracy that is controlled by special interest groups.
> > -> > -> Huge amounts of racism et cetera.
> > -> > -> The states is not a bad place at all, but please it is hardly
> > shangra-la.
> > -> > -> Far Far from it.Need I go on. I think mon ami you need to hit
> > -> > -> the books alittle harder.
> > -> > -> Later
> > -> >
> > -> > You know your shit, man!
> > -> >
> > -> > P.S. Go to Europe and wear a pin of an American flag on your lapel and see
> > -> > how 'nicely' you are treated. Then, wear a Canadian flag...BIG
> > -> > difference...you're then pratically royalty to them. The world loves
> > -> > Canada - it's the greatest country in the world.
> > ->
> > -> As long as you aren't looking to buy cigarettes!
> >
> > LOL!!!
>
> --
> Steve
> Opinions expressed are mine and do not reflect any position/comment
> for the IBM Corporation.
I recently spent some time at Niagara Falls and flirted between both
nations on several occassions....... my only comment is that I met
some nice Canadians and Americans, but I also met people I would not
like to associate with on both sides of the border........
which just prooves people are people...... no matter which country
they live in.......
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On Mon, 16 Sep 1996, Nervous wrote:
> -> I am a civilian now and have been to My
> -> war with Saddem and lived through it only because the USA IS the Most
> -> powerful and(even though has problems like ever other nations) the most
> -> successful union since the Romans.
You sniffed too many chemicals over there mate. The British Empire, the
Dutch Empire, any of these ring a bell?
> -> The only difference is that the
> -> Romans fell and the Usa has a LONG time to go in it's future for sure
> -> seeing as how the USA is a capitalistic union and not a democracy as so
> -> many have been led to believe such as the Romans were.
The Romans fell mostly to internal degradation, and the fact that it was
just too big to govern effectively. Also, Rome was never a Democracy, it
was a Republic and later an Empire. Rome lasted for a thousand years,
while the states are already faltering after 200+. And you honestly
believe that the states is a democracy?!? Come on...the only president
is a rich president.
> -> We will be a
> -> nation of pwer for the next millenium as far as I see it.
hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Michael Parker
University of Windsor
FABBOOOO!!!
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
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Fuck the people who say fuck something or another...oh wait I said it.
I said it again. Oh, no He said it. I said it...
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From: AK VERMA <a-verma@students.uiuc.edu>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
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nice closed minded thinking there, french loving queer.
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From: valery GRANCHER <diff-exp@imaginet.fr>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 1996 17:25:05 +0000
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This artwork is dedicated to all contaminated people: An art
installation made with little black wax leaves. Inside there are
epidemia victims confessions (sent by email on anonym way).
I would like that every epidemia victim who wants, send by email a
confession about what it makes him to suffer so hard from other people!
A hidden memory of suffering will be born!
A black wax cube or wall will grow in the art installation wich
constitutes a protestation against "puritanism taboo", "sexuality
correct" and "politically correct" !
An artist, his email: diff-exp@imaginet.fr
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From: JP Max <jpmax@parkcityus.com>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 1996 18:32:50 -0600
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roman numeral wrote:
>
> On Thu, 12 Sep 1996 11:04:48 -0700, Gerry <mztrzero@earthlink.net>
> wrote:
>
> >> > I would like to point out that the US did go to war with Canada (1812
> >> > ring a bell?) and we almost burned your capital to the ground.
> >oh please, first of all it was the brithish not the canadians, second of
> >all
> >you fought a country in the making with a small army and hardly a navy.
> >And
> >even then we still kicked your ass in the end.
>
> Excuse me? How do you figure it was the British? True, Canada was
> still a colony, but the people who were there would become Canadians.
> And to this day, Canada is the only country to have successfuly raided
> and reached the US Capital.
>
> Remember, Canada wasn't even a country, with very little in the way of
> an Army, and we still burned down the capital.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!
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From: "Omegaman" <greymann@netdoor.com>
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Subject: Adv. Of Bondage Kid Chap. 3 (BD, Ped, V, Rp)
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WARNING WARNING WARNING
This story is for adults only. It contains bondage and other adult
themes(Sex, violence, some ped.) but nothing extremely rough. The story
and all the characters are purely fictional and have no relation to any
person alive or deceased. No one is authorized to copy or sell this story
without the permission of the author.
One of my readers suggested that there may be an idiot or two who reads
this and doesn't understand what "fictional" means so let me clarify for
the common-sense impaired. It means this is FANTASY. As in NOT REAL. As in
DO NOT TRY TO COPY ANY OF THE SCENES IN THIS STORY AS THEY MIGHT BE
DANGEROUS.
One more thing. Apparently there's a lot of really crappy news-readers out
there as I received note after note asking me to send certain chapters to
individuals or re-post. There's just no way for me to do this so please
don't ask. I'll re-post any and all of my stories periodically to assist
those who missed a part.
Author's note: This is my second attempt at writing. My first seemed to go
over quite well so I decided to try it again. At this point I have no clue
as to how many chapters it will run or even where the story will go. New
stuff just seems to come to me as I write so hang on for dear life and
we'll see where the wind takes us.
As usual, I welcome any comments.
The Adventures of Bondage Kid
Chapter 3
Our cast of characters:
Drew Mannering- A.k.a. "Bondage Kid." 15 year old son of billionaire Karl
Mannering.
Amateur magician and escape artist.
Lori Fine- Blonde babe recently hired as Drew's "assistant" for the summer.
Karl Mannering- Billionaire. Ex-Navy SEAL. Drew's father.
Debra Penny- Dark-skinned amazon babe who is also lead attorney for
Mannering.
Stella Marks- 30ish, auburn-haired, and packing twin "D" cups, she's also
Mannering's personal secretary.
Zack Brandon- Mannering's recently hired head of security. Lean,
mean,.......and very dangerous.
Raven Darke- Brandon's second-in-command. A female "lethal weapon" who's
even more deadly.....and demented.
Drew and Lori headed back towards his office unaware of the conversation
they had just missed.
"I don't know about you, but those two give me the creeps." Drew said.
MMMFFF! Lori agreed.
"You too huh? Hey, I'm sorry you had to stay tied up so long on your
first day Lori. I'll let you loose for lunch as soon as we get back."
"Mmmmmm ummm." Lori added. She was thirsty and her jaws ached. She'd
also had enough of parading around in this outfit and heels.
Walking on, she noticed Drew watching her out of the corner of his eye.
Ever since he'd put her in this predicament Drew had carried a serious
hard-on. So much had gone on though, that she hadn't noticed until now.
Drew was fidgeting around trying to adjust his cock as they walked. Lori
smiled around the ball in her mouth. Of course he had a hard-on, she
thought. In this outfit she could give a boner to a dead guy much less a
fifteen year old boy. Then there was the fact that Drew liked women in
bondage. Add all of that together and it was amazing he hadn't creamed his
jeans already. No doubt he'd been hard for some time and he's probably
suffering from blue-balls. Serves him right.
Drew was indeed hurting as he reached his office. He needed to do
something to relieve the pressure.
Getting the keys, he removed Lori's gag and cuffs. She worked her jaw
around for a minute before speaking.
"Aaack. Thanks. Can I have some water?" She said.
"Here." Drew said as he handed her a glass.
Lori drained the water and looked at Drew.
"Do I have to wear this to eat lunch?"
"Ummm.......no. Well......I was going to re-tie you afterwards."
"Jesus Drew. You aren't going to keep me tied up all summer are you?"
"I hadn't really thought about it Lori. Look, I think we both know I
tricked you into letting me tie you up this morning but....you probably
know this by now; I like girls tied up."
"Stella and Debra told me."
"OK, I admit that. But it is true that I want to be a great magician and
escape artist and I do still need an assistant who can work with me. I
don't know what's going to happen tomorrow but for the rest of today I have
a offer to make you."
"What sort of "offer"?" Lori asked.
"If you'll help me with something I promise I won't gag you for the rest
of today. All we'll do is practice escapes; and I mean really practice. No
tricks."
"What do you need help with?"
"This." Drew said as he pulled down his pants. Out popped his dick; hard
as a rock.
Lori was surprised to say the least. She hadn't expected him to just
whip it out. It wasn't the biggest dick she'd ever seen but it was pretty
nice for a kid.
"Hey Drew....Put that away." She said as she turned her head.
"What's the matter Lori? Is it ugly?" He asked.
"No Drew. It's...fine. But you know the rules of the contract. Even if I
wanted to do something...which I don't; the contract says no."
"The contract says no intercourse or oral sex. All I'm asking is for you
to use your hand Lori. Please. You're so beautiful and sexy. I've had this
all morning and it hurts."
"Handle it yourself." She said. "I didn't ask to be dressed like this
or to be handcuffed, or to have a rubber ball put in my mouth. All that was
your idea Drew. If your little cock is hurting then go into the bathroom
and do something about it."
"You're mean." Drew said.
"I'm mean? Me? What a joke!" She yelled.
Drew started to get really mad but decided that arguing would solve
nothing.
"Fine. You don't help me, I don't help you. After lunch we'll see how
good you are at getting out of a hog-tie. And I'll also show you the joys
of duct-tape."
Lori knew she was beaten.
"You win Drew. For now anyway. Let me get this straight. I help you with
your problem and I get to stay untied for the rest of the day, right?"
"Basically. All we'll do is practice getting out of the cuffs. No gags."
"What about the costume?" She asked
"What about it?"
"I want to take it off."
"No, I want you to wear it. You look great."
"Then no deal dammit! This things too tight!" Lori yelled.
"OK, OK. After you do me, you can take it off." Drew conceded.
"Fair enough. How do you want to do this?"
Drew went into the bathroom and got a bottle of baby oil and a towel.
"I'll lay on the couch and you can do....uhhh, well,...." He stammered.
"I think I can take it from here hotshot." Lori said as she followed
Drew over to the couch where he pulled his pants down.
"Hey Lori. One more thing. Could you put the gag back on...just until
we're done?"
Lori sighed and asked, "Will it help you finish faster?"
"Oh yes." Drew said with a grin.
"Fine."
Lori took the ball and placed it in her mouth. It still tasted terrible
and she made an "Ethhh" sound as she buckled the strap behind her head.
"Tighter." Drew said.
"Ethhh tithhh ennuuthhhh!" Lori said with irritation.
"Tighter!" Drew said again with conviction.
Lori mumbled something Drew was probably better off not hearing, but she
complied by yanking the strap a few notches tighter.
"Okathhh?" She asked.
"Perfect." Drew said as he leaned back.
Drew's dick was standing out like a flag-pole as Lori poured some of the
oil into her hand.
This shouldn't take long, she thought as she began to slide her soft
hand up and down his shaft. Drew let loose a low moan as he began to breath
harder. Slowly, then faster, Lori worked on Drew's cock making sure to
focus mostly on his sensitive head. He began to thrust his hips in rhythm
with her motion and soon she instinctively kept her hand in one area,
allowing Drew to decide where the hand friction would take place.
Drew was in heaven. He'd masturbated before, but having it done by this
incredibly beautiful woman made it ten times better. And her hands were so
soft!
Drew as ready to pop. He moved his hips downward so that Lori's hand
action was concentrated on the head. That was too much to handle. With a
growl, he came harder than he ever had before.
Lori felt Drew's cock twitch and she knew what was coming. Sure enough,
a stream of cum shot up in the air. Then a couple of smaller squirts
followed. She continued to pump until he stopped.
"Ohhhhh wow........that was great. Lori.....that was really great." He
mumbled as he looked at her.
Lori attempted to smile around the gag. She hadn't given a hand job in
years and she was glad she hadn't lost her touch. She motioned for Drew to
remove the gag as one of her hands was covered in oil and spunk.
"Thanks" She said as the ball popped out.
"No....thank you!" Drew said back.
"Hey kiddo, don't expect this to be happening again. I'm going to wash
up and change clothes."
"OK, then I'll clean up and we'll grab some lunch." Drew said. He
ignored the "don't expect" part. We'll see, he thought.
As Lori washed she looked at herself in the mirror. She should hate this
kid but for some reason she liked him. Why? Maybe it was because she was a
lot like Drew at his age. No, she wasn't into tying people up, but she did
have a face full of braces and was considered quite a nerd. She had been a
shy bookworm. A "late-bloomer" in the looks department. Even now with all
her looks she was still a neophyte in the sex department. She wasn't a
virgin, but she'd only been with two guys in her entire life. She rubbed
herself down between her legs. The combination of being bound helplessly,
wearing this sexy costume and playing with Drew's cock had made her wet.
She stopped, realizing this was neither the time or the place for such
things. Drew was right outside the door. Did Drew turn her on? She didn't
think so, but his father Karl definitely did something for her she thought
as she began to change clothes....
{In another part of the building Zack Brandon and Raven Darke are
discussing their dastardly(I always wanted to use that word) plan....}
"So we're agreed then. We hit tonight." Brandon said.
"Yes. It's too good of a situation to pass up." Raven answered.
"But we had planned to attack next Friday. I don't like sudden changes
in plans Rav."
"I don't either, but Mannering moved his trip up a week and I'd really
prefer not to have him around."
That was for damn sure, Brandon thought. They'd checked Karl Mannering
out before getting hired. Although born a rich kid, he had defied his
father's wishes and joined the Navy right out of college; becoming a SEAL,
the Navy's elite special forces unit. For the next ten years Mannering had
proven himself to be one smart and tough operator involved in several
covert "black ops."
He only left because his father had grown ill and someone had to run the
business. Mannering applied the same military discipline and intensity to
his business dealings and before long he had built an virtual empire.
Mannering hadn't grown soft though. Zack had worked out with him a few
times and even in his forties the man was a iron-hard 225 pounds on a
six-three frame and still lightning quick and agile.
Zack Brandon feared no man but he didn't relish the idea of going
against Karl Mannering at all.
"I see your point." He finally said to Raven as they walked on. "What
about your end?"
"You let me wor....oh, hello Harvey." Raven said. As the two rounded a
corner, they ran into Harvey Speckle; Mannering's VP and resident
financial genius. With him was a very attractive young lady.
The best way to describe Harvey Speckle was, he was everything Karl
Mannering was not. Harvey was a 5' 3", pudgy, balding, nebbish man. The
word "dweeb" usually came to mind. Harvey couldn't operate a car, but he
was a computer and financial wizard. He spoke in a whiny, squeaky voice and
often walked around in his own little world. But Harvey was also intensely
loyal to Mannering. That, and his other talents had gotten him his position
at the company and that trusted position was what had gotten the attention
of Raven and Zack.
"Oh! Ra...unh, Ms. Darke! How nice to see you. Anything the matter?"
Speckle asked.
"No Harvey." Raven said with a smile. "Just patrolling around."
Zack was staring at the girl. He said, "Hey Harvey, aren't you going to
introduce us to your little friend?"
"Who? Oh! I'm sorry. Forgive me, this is my niece Renee." Harvey said.
"Renee, this is Ms. Darke and Mr. Brandon. They're in charge of security
for the civilian part of the complex."
"Hello Ms. Darke, Mr. Brandon." Renee said.
"Hello Renee." Raven said.
"Yes...by all means, hello. And please.....call me Zack." Brandon said.
He was staring at her body, trying to take it all in.
"Uhh Zack, Renee was raised to be respectful of adults. She's only 13."
Speckle said.
"I'm fourteen, Uncle Harvey. Geez." Renee corrected.
"Sorry. Fourteen then."
Zack Brandon didn't care what age she was. This girl was awesome! Renee
was about 5' 4', had a head full of light blonde hair, green eyes, and full
pouty lips. Deeply tanned, she was way over-developed with big round tits
and full hips. At 14, she was still packing some baby fat that might be a
problem one day, but for now it only added to her sexiness. He felt his
cock getting hard.
Renee saw the look he was giving her. She was used to being stared at by
men and boys, but this look frightened her.
"Renee is staying with me this weekend while her parents are away.
There's plenty of room since I have to stay on the complex grounds anyway
with Karl gone." Speckle said. Harvey was the only one allowed to call the
big man "Karl."
"That's wonderful, Harv," Raven said. "Perhaps later on we all can get
together for dinner or something."
"Sounds great! I'm taking Renee to her quarters now, but afterwards, say
around two, I need to see you about an important matter Ms. Darke. In
private." Harvey said to Raven.
Raven knew what that was about. Harvey wanted to "play" some more. She
would go along because they needed him, for now, in order to make the plan
work. Their information was that only Mannering, Debra Penny, and Harvey
had the access codes for Gamma Zone and those codes were vital in order to
succeed. Of course, once in they still had to get past Gamma's military
security force, but that detail was already accounted for.
Early on the evil duo had decided that Harvey Speckle was the weak link.
The one who could be manipulated. So Raven had begun a plan to seduce the
nerdish Speckle the day she and Zack arrived.
That Harvey had fell in love(Or lust) with Raven was no surprise. She
was, after all, an extremely attractive lady even with her hard edge and
powerful build.
Even the fact that Harvey was a bit kinky didn't surprise her much.
What did surprise her was Harvey's particular "kink." She would have bet
the ranch that Harvey was a submissive, or liked to wear diapers, or
something along those lines. But nebbish, mousy, Harvey Speckle was a loin
sexually speaking. He fancied himself a leather-clad dungeon-master who
ruled over his slaves. So Raven Darke, a woman who had never, ever, allowed
a man to dominate her in any way; was forced to comply in order to gain
Harvey's trust and learn valuable information. Brandon had laughed his ass
off when he'd learned about her situation. The thought of Raven being
whipped, bound, gagged, and forced to wear humiliating costumes at the
hand's of Harvey Speckle was hilarious to him.
Raven thought it was funny too. She'd decided that when she no longer
needed Harvey, she would get her laugh's by ripping off his balls and
stuffing them down his throat.
"That's fine, Harvey. I'll see you at two in your office." she said.
The group said their good-byes and walked on. Raven and Zack continued
their conversation.
"So you're gonna let Specky drill you one more time?" Zack said with a
grin.
"Laugh on, ass-hole. It'll keep him occupied until the complex shuts
down for the weekend. Then we'll get the info we need and I can kill the
little bastard. I didn't know he had a niece though."
"Man, can you believe that a sweet-thing like her is related to
shit-head?" Zack asked.
"You never know, I suppose." Raven answered. "The big question is, what
do we do with her?"
"I know exactly what to do with her."
"Pervert. She's only fourteen."
"She's not built like any fourteen year old I've ever seen. Besides,
we're going to eliminate everyone anyway, so why not have some fun?"
"I thought you were hot for the new girl....what's her name? Lori?"
"Shit, I'll do `em both." Zack said with a smile.
"You know, this might work out for the best after all." Raven said
thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there was always the chance that Harvey wouldn't come across with
the codes willingly and we would have to "convince" him to cooperate.
Harvey's the kind of guy who would break quicker if a loved one were
threatened. A sweet little niece, for instance." Raven said.
"Good point." Zack said with a sneer.
"So here's what we'll do. Sometime after two while Harvey and I are busy
you grab Renee and put her someplace private until the complex closes. Then
as soon as everything locks down, come to Harvey's office and we'll get
started."
"Excellent plan, Rav." Zack said.
"One more thing, hot cock. Don't hurt her until after we get Harvey to
give us what we want. After that, you can fuck her silly for all I care."
Raven said.
"Fair enough. What about the others? Stick with the original plan?"
"Yes. Stella and that she-bitch Penny have plans so they'll be out of
the way until late this evening. That only leaves Drew and his toy. I'd
prefer to leave them alone until after we get the goods if possible."
"And what if they get in our way sooner than that?" Zack asked.
Raven stared at Brandon with cold eyes.
"Then the games start early."
Drew and Lori had finished lunch and were heading back to his office
when they ran into Speckle and his niece. Drew was well aquatinted with
Speckle, but had never met his niece. Lori was new to both, of course.
"Hello Drew! I'm glad we ran into you. This is my niece, Renee. She'll
be here over the weekend and since the two of you are about the same age, I
thought you might like to show her around the complex sometime." Harvey
said, and then added "Say, who's this young lady?"
"Harvey, this is Lori Fine, my new assistant." Drew said.
While Lori and Harvey greeted each other Drew looked at Renee. She was
an angel. Renee simply looked bored. Rich or not, this....boy...didn't
interest her in the least. She found that boys her age were very immature,
so she only dated high school juniors or seniors.
Harvey took note of Lori's looks but he had more pressing matters to
take care of. A thought occurred to him.
"Say Drew, I have an important meeting at two this afternoon. Could you
keep Renee company for couple of hours?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure I would." He stammered.
"Uncle," Renee said, "I don't think that's necessary. I can manage just
fine by myself."
"Really, it's no problem at all Renee." Drew said.
"No thanks. I'll just stay in and read a little." Renee answered back.
"Well.....whatever."
Drew was disappointed to say the least.
"Some other time then. Lori, it was nice to meet you. Drew, we'll see
you later." Harvey said.
As each twosome took off in different directions Lori spoke.
"I'm sorry she dumped you like that, but it's probably for the best. You
don't need to be playing any of your games with her."
"Ummm.....what? Games? Lori! You think I'd.......I mean, I'd never do
something like that to her!"
"That's good, but why not? What makes her so different than me? Or the
other ladies?"
"Well, you guys work for my dad for one thing. Plus, all of you are
grown-ups. She'd just a kid like me. She might get scared." Drew answered.
"Hmmm. I don't think that's the only reason sport." Lori countered. "I
think you're sweet on that little cutie."
"That's the first I've seen her!"
"Sometimes, it only takes one glance. Love at first sight remember? I
mean, you were going to dump me and go with her without even asking what I
thought"
"You sound jealous."
"Please. Don't flatter yourself. Go find her if you like and I'll find
something to do."
"You can practice like we planned."
"Practice? Can't that wait?"
"Why wait?" Drew said as they reached his office. Once inside, he
produced some thin cord.
"Hey! I thought you were going to teach me how to get out of
hand-cuffs!" She said.
"Change of plans. Cuff escapes take a lot of time and I want to go find
Renee. I'll tie you with this and once you get out you're free for the
evening."
"But, what if I can't get loose?" Lori asked.
"Lori, it's only rope. You should be able to get free in no time.
Besides, I'll be back in a few hours anyway no matter what."
Taking the cord, Drew took Lori's hands and placed them behind her back.
Crossing her wrists, he bound them tightly.
"That's a little too tight!" Lori said.
"Are we going to have this little discussion every time I tie you up?"
"Not if you don't cinch me up so tight!" Lori countered.
Drew just smiled and told Lori to sit down.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to tie your ankles."
"I'll never get free if you do that!"
"Lori, this isn't supposed to be easy. I don't want you to have that
much freedom."
Drew took the length of cord and bound Lori's ankles tightly together,
making sure to loop around her high heels so that she couldn't kick them
off. When he was finished, he looked at her. She looked great. Her tight
skirt rode up on her thigh's exposing a lot of leg and her thin sweater top
showed off her magnificent chest; helped a lot by her hands being bound
behind her back. Instinctively, he reached for a ball-gag.
"Wait a minute! You promised no gag, remember?" Lori said.
He had. Damn.
"Sure you don't want to wear it anyway?" Drew asked.
"I'm sure." Lori said with an irritated look. "I don't like being
gagged."
"Yeah yeah, so you've told me." Drew answered. "I'm off to see Renee. As
for your practicing, just remember to stay calm and don't panic. Oh, and
don't break anything."
"I'll do my best." Lori said.
Drew left, closing the door after him. There was no way, he thought;
that she would be able to get out of those ropes without a knife or
something. He was very confident that she would be as he left her when he
returned.
Raven made her way towards Harvey's office. She wasn't looking forward
to this last little fling. She didn't like being a submissive and she
preferred females even though technically she was bi-sexual.
She walked right in, using Harvey's entry code. The room was pitch
black.
"Harvey?" She called out softly.
Raven felt movement behind her. Suddenly, a black cloth bag was looped
over her head and she was pushed down on the floor. Her instincts were to
fight back but she did little other than mildly struggle.
This was a familiar game and she knew the rules.
With fumbling movements a strip of leather was used to tightly bind her
wrists behind her back. Then her ankles were and knees were bound as well.
The bag over her head was lifted just high enough for a leather strap-gag
to be placed over her lips. This one had a penis-shaped plug that forced
Raven's jaws open and filled her mouth cavity.
Raven was turned over and the bag was pulled completely off. Even as
uncomfortable as she was, Raven had to stifle a laugh at the sight before
her eyes.
Standing over her was Harvey Speckle decked out from head to toe in a
black leather costume that was covered with various zippers, rings, and
studs. His face was covered in a leather hood but she'd know that pudgy
body anywhere. Harvey the leather-master spoke.
"Slut! Bitch-whore! You dare come into my domain unbound? I am the
master here and you are the slave!"
MMMMMPHH!! Raven cried into her gag in pretend fright.
"Begging shall do you no good cunt! You need to be taught a lesson and I
am going to make sure you learn this time!"
Being VP of a big company had it's privileges. Harvey's office was
connected to a secret room of his own design. Hitting a hidden switch, the
wall opened up to reveal a small "dungeon" with several torture devices
including a large X-frame that he planned on using now. Taking hold of
Raven's bound ankles, he pulled her into the room and over to the frame. No
small task. Raven was heavy for a woman and Harvey wasn't very strong to
say the least. Plus, she was fighting him every step of the way.
Tiring, he took Raven and pulled her up to the frame, making sure she
was facing backwards with her ass out. It took some time and a lot of
effort, but soon he had her nude and bound spread-eagled to the frame.
"Now.....(pant)....slut.....(pant).....I shall....(wheeze)....teach
you.....a lesson.......(huff, huff)....you'll
never............forget.......(pant). Harvey said. The poor man was
sweltering in his leather outfit despite turning the temperature down as
far as it would go.
Raven smiled around the rubber dick in her mouth and shook her head in
disgust. It was possible the little moron would drop dead of a heart attack
before she had a chance to kill him. If that happened though, she would be
stuck where she was until help came. For all his weaknesses, Speckle could
tie a knot and she was bound to the frame far too well to get free on her
own.
MMMMPHHH!!
MMMRRRGGGHHH!!
Raven wanted to get this over with. The combination of her squeals and
the sight of her wiggling and clinching her ass cheeks did it's job. A
re-energized Speckle grabbed his leather whip.
"Now you shall learn!" he yelled.
WHAP!!
WHACK!!
THWACK!!
Raven's ass-cheeks burned and despite herself, she began to get turned
on. The blows continued and she struggled and whined into her gag.
MMMMMRRRHHH!!!
UMMMMMMM!!!!
MMMMMMAAAARHHMMPH!!!
Suddenly, the blows stopped. Reaching down between her legs, Harvey was
rewarded by a sopping wet cunt.
"Well well. My slave likes me to discipline her, eh?"
"Mmmmmm."
Raven pulled at her leather bindings as Harvey's fingers roamed her
vagina.
"If you liked that, you'll love this!"
Harvey stopped just long enough to produce a pair of nipple clips.
Reaching around, he clamped them on Raven's hard nipples.
To say that caused a reaction would be like saying Michael Jordan was
just a basketball player. Raven had warned Harvey when they had started
that her tits were off limits as far as any torture was concerned. She
could take more pain and punishment than almost anyone, but for some reason
her breasts had always been super-sensitive and she insisted that they be
treated gently. She had in fact broken man's arm in three places a few
years ago because he pinched her nipple.
Harvey had avoided any breast torture to this point, but for some
reason he felt like this would be a good day to reach that next level. Bad
decision indeed.
Raven went ballistic. The clips cut into her tender nipples and it felt
to her like a razor was being used. Fire shot through her breasts and she
pulled against her leather bonds with all she had. Only the fact that the
frame was made out of solid oak prevented her from destroying it.
She bit into the hard rubber dick in her mouth and screamed bloody
murder.
MMMMMMAAAAAARRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of the fighting only turned Harvey on even more. His dick was as
hard as it had ever been and pushed against his leather pants.
Harvey had figured Raven would get upset at the clips but he hadn't
expected this sort of reaction. She was like tiger. He was half frightened
to death at what she would do once free and half mesmerized by her
struggles.
He decided to go for it. Un-zipping his leather pants, he pulled out a
dick that was on the smallish side but rock-hard nevertheless. Taking off a
glove, he coated his fingers in baby oil and began to grease Raven's
ass-hole.
Raven had been concentrating mainly on getting loose, but with feeling
her ass getting lubed up she turned her head as far as possible and focused
her anger on Harvey directly.
Raven growled and squealed into her gag. All of it was muted as Speckle
had gagged her tightly. She bucked and twisted around trying to keep Harvey
out of her ass but he had bound her waist to the frame and that limited her
movements.
She was utterly helpless.
One last chance.
Raven turned her head and looked at Harvey with a murderous glare.
Normally, that would be more than enough but Harvey was past the point of
no return. Stepping up on the frame he slid his cock into Raven's tight ass
with a thrust.
MMMMMRRRGGHHH!!!!
Raven literally shook from the white-hot feelings of pain, anger, and
desire. Harvey looped his arms around her waist and began pumping away
while also fingering her clit. She felt herself getting closer and closer
to an orgasm as did Harvey. What had started as movement to keep his dick
out of her ass became movement in rhythm to his in and out action.
Harvey felt himself getting ready to cum and was rewarded by a moan from
Raven as her orgasm took hold. Waves and waves of pleasure and pain surged
through her body and she involuntarily clenched her ass-cheeks in response.
That was too much for Harvey and he came also, pumping shot after shot
of his stuff into her ass. With a shudder, he slowly pulled out and stepped
down off the frame. Pulling off his hood, Harvey sat down and looked up at
Raven, who was looking back at him with a rather odd expression. That was
caused by her attempt to look calm even though she planned to rip his balls
off the second she was free.
"You're not mad at me are you?" Harvey asked.
"Nmmmm." Raven said with a shake of her head.
"You sure?"
"Ummm hmmm." She said.
"OK. Let me get out of my costume and I'll let you do..." Harvey was cut
off by the sound of a phone ringing. He had ordered all calls to be held
unless it was an emergency.
"Just a sec darling." He said as he walked into his office.
MMMRRGGGHHH!!!
Raven was frustrated.
"This is Speckle." Harvey said irritatingly as he picked up the
receiver. "I said no calls."
"Sir," The operator said. "It's Tasho from our Tokyo office. He says he
absolutely must speak with you before closing and it's almost five now."
"Put him through." Harvey said. Why would Tasho be calling him now? He
normally dealt with Mannering personally.
"Mr. Speckle, thank you for taking my call. I tried to reach Mr.
Mannering on the plane but bad weather has all communications blocked for
now and this information can't wait. It's about your new head of security."
Tasho said.
Harvey began to listen, having for the moment forgotten Raven.....
In another part of the complex Renee had just finished playing tennis
and was trying to find her room. Actually, there was no one to play tennis
with, so she just hit some balls with the machine. In fact, there was
nobody around here at all.
It was weird to have all this space and be so alone she thought. Her
uncle had told her to be sure to be inside by five as the entire building
shut down then and she didn't have the access codes to get back in.
Renee soon realized she was lost. That irritated her because she wanted
to get back to her room in order to change out of her tennis outfit and
back into regular clothes. She hadn't played tennis in some time and her
outfit was a bit too small for her now. Her big chest pushed her top to the
limit and her skirt rode a bit too high, exposing her tennis bottoms.
Walking on, she tried to go into one of the offices to call her uncle
but all the doors were locked. She decided to go left at an intersection.
Unknown to Renee, there were two people looking for her at this very
moment. Zack and Drew. Both had been to her room, just missing each other
by seconds, and now both were on the lookout.
By sheer luck, Zack spotted her first from behind. Seeing Renee in her
too-small tennis outfit caused his dick to swell. He had initially planned
on grabbing her while she was in her room, but she looked lost. Checking
his watch, Zack saw that there were only a few moments until five. He
decided to grab her now.
Steadily, he crept up behind Renee as she wandered the halls oblivious
to the danger. Brandon took out his toys; a leather rubber-ball gag with a
locking buckle and a pair of tie wraps.
Renee stopped in front of a mirror for a second. She checked her make-up
and thought about Drew. For some reason she couldn't get him out of her
mind even though on the surface she had nothing in common with him. She
couldn't figure it out. She knew why he liked her, of course. She
considered herself too short and too fat but the guys didn't seem to mind
at all. Huge tits will do that for you, she thought.
It happened so fast that Renee didn't even have time to gasp. Zack
Brandon appeared out of nowhere in the reflection behind her and even as
she opened her mouth to yell, a big rubber ball was jammed between her
teeth and a buckle was strapped cruelly tight behind her head under her
flowing blonde hair; locking with a small "click."
"Sorry sweet-thing, I can't have you sceamin' just yet. There might be
someone around. Ohhhh baby! Are we gonna have some fun!" Brandon said as he
threw her to the floor. Crossing her wrists, he used a tie-wrap to bind
them together.
But as he spun around to bind Renee's ankles, Zack was faced with the
sight of Drew Mannering. Had it been an adult he might have acted
differently, but in Zack's sub-conscious Drew posed no real threat.
Perhaps that's why Zack hesitated for just the split-second Drew needed
to club him across the temple with a fire extinguisher. Brandon went down
like a bag of sand.
"Renee! Come on! We gotta get out of here now!" Drew yelled as he pulled
Renee to her feet. The poor girl had no idea what was going on.
MMMMMPPHHH!!!
"I'll get you loose later! For now, run!" Drew said.
They both took off down the hall in a sprint.
Zack moaned and began to stir.....
End of Chapter 3
Stay tuned for chapter 4!
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Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
> Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
>
> 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
ok, dickhead, I'll bite at this one. I'm sick of hearing foreigners tell me
how Americans are always loudly proclaiming the greatness of the US. I've never
heard an American do this except in direct response to the prodding of foreigners
on the internet. It invariably starts with some foreign geek berating the US and ranting
about how bad we are, at which point a corresponding American geek jumps in
with a response which of course over-reacts in the opposite direction. That's when
people like you tell us how arrogant and nationalistic we are.
Show me one instance of an American seriously extolling our greatness without being
prodded into it.
Secondly, explain why you posted this excrement in all the porn newsgroups.
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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In article <51kbe8$9g2@sjx-ixn6.ix.netcom.com>,
asparky@ix.netcom.com(Jazzy) wrote:
-> Hmmmmm....
-> I am American. I like America. Yes it has its faults, but overall
-> it is not too bad.
-> I am not Canadian. I have been to Canada. I like Canada. Nice
-> place. I have many Canadian friends. Good people. Canada has its
-> faults, but it is a nice place.
-> I am not European. I have not been to Europe. I think I would
-> like Europe. I have many European friends. Good people. Europe has
-> its faults, but it seems to be a nice place.
-> No one place, area, region, or person is better or worse than
-> another, just different. Learn that and maybe one day we can all be a
-> global community.
I bet you Jupiter rocks at this time of year!!! Woooohhh hoooohh!!!!!
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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In <danb-1609961019020001@134.29.17.165> danb@railfan.com (Superdan)
writes:
>
>In article <Pine.ULT.3.91.960915155131.21192B-100000@blaze.trentu.ca>,
>"Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
>
>> In reply to an American named Nut:
>> Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
>> 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
>
> Care to expand on this? If you are implying that we set unrealistic
>goals for ourselves, I have a simple response. And it comes from a
>president of ours:
>
>"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs,
> even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those
> poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer too much, because they
> live in the gray twilight that knows not victory or defeat."
> -- Teddy Roosevelt
>
> Our goals may be unrealistic in some cases, but at least we dare to
>dream and dare to TRY. Has any other nation put a man on the moon?
Has
>any other nation given to the sciences what we have? No.
>
>> 2. poverty & crime
>> 3. ghettos
>
> Show me a single nation without these, in some capacity.
>
>> 4. 30 million without health care
>
> As opposed to public health care? Oh, yeah, I want to pay 50% of my
>income to taxes like they do in some Euro nations. That would be
good.
>That way I can pay for all the hypochondriacs who will go in for every
>bump, bruise, and hangnail. That way, when I have a legitimate
problem
>such as bronchitis, or somesuch, I have to wait a week or two, by
which
>time I could easily be dead if the problem gets worse.
> I'm 23 years old, in college, paying my own way in life. If I can
>afford health care, so can anyone with the intelligence to pull their
head
>out of their ass.
>
>> 5. getting your asses kicked in Vietnam remember in WWI, WWII and
Korea
>> you had the Commonwealth behind you:
>
> You win some, you lose some. And to claim that the Commonwealth was
>what won those wars is simply preposterous. I don't discount the help
of
>the Commonwealth, but at the same time, I don't think that they were
the
>cause of victory, either.
> And lemme tell you, from a military standpoint, the Commonwealth
nations
>are *so* formidable. (Yes, that was sarcasm.) The equipment you guys
>build yourselves is substandard junk (two words: Centurion Tank), and
the
>good stuff you buy from us.
>
>> 6. Self-serving Politics
>
> A nation's first priority should be itself, not it's neighbors.
>
>> 7. Support for regimes that have terrible Human Rights Records for
e.g
>> China, Panama with Noriega, Chile with Pinochet, Somaza in
Nicaragua.
>
> And Canada hasn't sided with China? And we didn't yank Noriega out
of
>Panama and into jail?
>
>> 8. A legal system that is two tiered: one for rich the other for
all the
>> poor people
>
> Yes, this is a problem. But at least our legal system *works*.
>
>> 9. The highest per capita of people behind bars of any Western
Nation.
>
> Gee, I guess we're spending enough money on law enforcement then. I
>fail to see why this is a problem... What are we supposed to do? Let
>criminals walk the streets?
>
>> 10. Blantant Racism against blacks and hispanics. What happened to
Martin
>> Luther Kings dreams?
>
> Racism will always exist, no matter what you do. And racism is not
>nearly as widespread as it used to be. A lot of what you see on
American
>TV has been around for some time, it's just that they're now getting
the
>idea to cover it, and when they all jump on the bandwagon, it seems to
be
>more of a problem.
>
>> 12. A high infant mortality rate
>
> Hardly. We still have the finest health-care in the world. I'm not
>talking about access, I'm talking QUALITY.
>
>> 13. Politics that are ruled by special interest groups
>
> I'll concede this point.
>
>> 14. Terrible Primary and Secondary Public Education not too
mention armed
>> guards at alot of those institutions
>
> Primary schools are a problem, yes, but our secondary system is
pretty
>solid. It may not be hard to get into college here, but if you don't
>deserve to be here, you won't last long.
>
>> P.S. maybe before all your self declaration you should look at the
real
>> stark reality that faces you. As the old adage goes "Don't throw
rocks
>> if you live in glass houses."
>
> You should consider this statement. It is a foolish man who doles
out
>advise and wisdom, yet fails to apply it to himself. The U.S. is
*still*
>a first-world nation, whether you think we are or not.
>
>> In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was
being
>> pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
>
> Because we were under an isolationist policy. And if you will
recall,
>Britain asked us to help.
>
>> We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a
full yr
>> ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the
eastern
>> front softened things up you come after the fact.
>
> Yeah, and you bought American planes to do it.
> And never forget that we "selfish, stupid, self-centered" Americans
died
>by the hundreds of thousands to defend your beloved Commonwealth and
the
>rest of Europe from a psychotic racist dictator that could have been
>stopped by diplomacy. Never forget that we died for you in droves.
>
>> You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
>
> God forbid we should put ourselves first. Pseudo glory, my ass --
we
>work hard for what we have accomplished. Americans are hardly the
"lazy
>incompetents" that everyone seems to think we are.
>
>> Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses
royally
>> whipped.
>
> Part of the Commonwealth -- the Australians -- we there. We still
got
>it kicked. And it wasn't because of lack of Commonwealth backing.
The
>reason the U.S. lost Vietnam is because we had a military that was
>tailored to fight large-scale conflicts like a land war in Europe, not
to
>fight a guerilla war in a place like Vietnam. This has changed to a
>degree, and our military has become more flexible.
> Could we win Vietnam if it were fought today? I think we could.
It's
>definitely wide-open for debate, but I think we could.
> I come from a military family. I'm third-generation military. I've
>seen the attitudes and professionalism change from the inside.
>
>> Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
>> all right.
>
> Korea was lost because of weak leadership.
>
>> Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi scientists
for
>your NASA program.
>
> If *you're* so inventive, why is it that your space program consists
of
>building the robotic arms for our space shuttles? We've still got the
>best program in the world, and to deny it is foolish. Who else has a
>reusable system? ESA's Hermes still hasn't flown (or has it?).
>
>> Why is your nuclear industry a joke
>> around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
>
> Ha. Hardly. Nuclear power is just as safe here as anywhere.
>
>> This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your
society
>> full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place
but
>it is
>> hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand
why
>> is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a
feeling of
>> insecruity.
>
> No, that shows pride. America is not a utopia in any sense of the
>word. We have our problems, yes, but we still lead the world in damn
near
>everything. Your rant seems to indicate a desire to bash the shit out
of
>something that you see as a threat to you.
>
>> No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
>
> Nowhere is perfect, but we're still at the top.
>
>-- Dan Bailey
Well spoken...I'm glad someone could post an attempt at a non-one sided
message. And without cuss words or threats! I think that the real
losers are the fanatics from both sides of the border.
I'm an American and proud of it, but some of you people made me shake
my head in shame. Lets face it, both Canada and the U.S. have their
great points and their flaws.
An intelligent discourse is great. Try not to be 100% one sided.
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From: Vexorg The Radioactive <Vexorg@kellnet.com>
Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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Alan Williams wrote:
>
> Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
> > Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
> >
> > 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
>
> ok, dickhead, I'll bite at this one. I'm sick of hearing foreigners tell me
> how Americans are always loudly proclaiming the greatness of the US. I've never
> heard an American do this except in direct response to the prodding of foreigners
> on the internet. It invariably starts with some foreign geek berating the US and ranting
> about how bad we are, at which point a corresponding American geek jumps in
> with a response which of course over-reacts in the opposite direction. That's when
> people like you tell us how arrogant and nationalistic we are.
> Show me one instance of an American seriously extolling our greatness without being
> prodded into it.
> Secondly, explain why you posted this excrement in all the porn newsgroups.
Give Em Hell!!
Stop Wasting our newsgroups with this crap, these newsgroups are for
other things....start a newsgroup called
alt.my.country.is.better.than.yours
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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Nice cross post dickhead, but let me retort...
1) Germans. If it wasn't for the USA you all would be....Germans. Heil.
2)The Flags flown over Europe's capitals has been predominantly white for the
last two centuries.
3)Scenario: War breaks out in Iraq...France surrenders.
4)Scenario: War breaks out with Green Peace...France looses...
We have social problems??? A few words for Europe. Serbs, Croats, Bosnia,
Turks, algerians, Skin Heads, Soccer riots, Chunnel, UNPROFOR, MAd CoW
dIsEAse...etc.
Yes, the USA has its problems.. But we build a kick ass Cruise missle. So
heads up.
I won't waste any more of you bandwith and let you get back to downloading
your low grade pornography.
ford.
P.S. Soccer sucks, so does U2...so waaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!
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On Mon, 16 Sep 1996, Uncle Sam wrote:
> On Sun, 15 Sep 1996 20:01:59 GMT, "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca>
> wrote:
>
> My Reply:
>
> World Cup!!!! World Cup!!!! USA! USA! USA!
>
> Once again, you Canadians are falling behind in the U.S. in something
> you supposedly ruled in - HOCKEY!! As your teams flee to a better
> market (yes, in the horrible U.S.), hockey is beginning to look more
> like an American specialty. No wonder canadian-born Brett Hull plays
> for the U.S. in international play and chooses to carry an AMERICAN
> passport, EH???? I'd be ashamed of his Canadian heritage too, if I
> was him. Well, at least he has the sense to adopt a superior country!
>
> I've watched these "my country is better than yours" threads for years
> now, and it finally lead me to lower myself to your level to post this
> answer. Talk about self-serving: it made me sick to see and hear the
> Canadian team hockey fans talking down the U.S., hanging American
> flags upside down, etc. I mean after all, your sports in general are
> a joke! Even your so-called "football" is a joke! I live near
> Baltimore, and we nearly won the Grey Cup in the Stallions VERY FIRST
> YEAR, and then we did in our second year!!! Even with the Stallions
> as champions of the pathetic Grey Cup, Baltimore chose to dump the
> second class sport for REAL football in the NFL!
>
> As for how much better your country is economically, etc., I believe
> you probably have a better standard of living, but you also have
> little respect around the world. I mean it's easy to be better off
> economically when you don't put much into defense or into helping
> international peacekeeping efforts. Even your troops sent to the Gulf
> War were just tokens. What do you put into space exploration? Has
> Canada ever planted it's flag on the moon? Yeah, I know, the fact
> that the USA is the only country to step foot on the moon and put up
> the majority of satellites (some of which are used gratis by ALL THE
> WORLD for GPS navigation) is a MINOR achievement - EH? The U.S. could
> be better off financially if we were willing to practice isolationist
> practices and turn our backs in times of crisis. The difference
> between the U.S. and Canada is that we are willing to accept some
> domestic sacrifices in exchange for international greatness, while
> Canada is the one who is self-serving by minimizing foreign
> spending!!!
>
> Let's face it, Canada is really just an extension of American culture.
> I mean what "Canadian" car companies do you have. You just have cars
> that come from plants that American companies built there! The last
> time I was in Toronto, it felt like I was in "Anycity" USA. The
> businesses, restaurants, etc. are just American exports.
>
> I suggest you not knock the U.S. so much....you'll surely be begging
> us for assistance when Quebec decides to break away from Canada in the
> next referendum!!! Accept your inferiority and it'll be much easier
> to live with...
>
> Uncle Sam
>
Mr Sam
Firstly may I navigate you to the O.E.C.D that is a Un body called
Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development. In 1995 the States
gave a paltry $27/person and the Canucks $72/person.Both of those amounts
are pale compared to the amounts given by the Germans and Japs without
the per capita amounts even factored in. You are notorious for not
keeping your financial commitments to UN causes. For eg even your own CBS
60 minutes recently aired a documentary that had the two Kurd groups
fighting and your Govt unilaterally by themselves offered both groups 1
million to organize some type of dialogue and they still to this day have
not seen the cash. And that was in Dec 1995. In regards to NASA the the
program was fuelde from Nazi scienticists you confiscated at the end of
the war that should of been held for trial at Nurenburg. The reason you
took them was to fuel your program. As well your atomic research was
fueld with foreigners like Fermi and Einstein. In regards to satelites do
your homework, we were the third after you and the USSR for putting a
satellite in orbit. As well in the late 60s with the Apollo mission was
in trouble NASA came to two phycists at U of Toronto to solve the
mathematical equations that allowed the craft to reenter Earths atmosphere.
Yet you do not see that in the movies plot do you. Check you history for
that one or contact NASA. If I recall the Soviets were the first in space
that is what my books tell me. In regards to hockey I concide that you won
the game but if you wathced it you were dominated even Chilos said you
were lucky. Nevertheless we have still the best players and are World
Junior champs again and put over 64% of the players in the NHL.
If it was not for the excellent play of your goalie it would of been a
shoot out. As well Hull who scored two goals is a Canuck that was pissed
as he was not asked to play on the 91 team and if you watched the gaes I
did he scored 4 times in the last three games against us. Remember
Benedict Arnold. Need we forget when the Blue Jays played in Atlanta
in every Olympics prior to 96 the winner of the 100 metre dash was
declared the "fastest man" on earth. Yet since you got your asses kicked
in the 100 and team 100 you self declare that Micheal Johnston is the fastest
the winner of the 200 and 400 kind of makes you look like poor sports.
Check out that CIA world factook for the info in regards to health care stats
may open your eyes.
Later
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From: "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca>
Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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On 16 Sep 1996, Superdan wrote:
> In article <Pine.ULT.3.91.960915155131.21192B-100000@blaze.trentu.ca>,
> "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
>
> > In reply to an American named Nut:
> > Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
> > 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
>
> Care to expand on this? If you are implying that we set unrealistic
> goals for ourselves, I have a simple response. And it comes from a
> president of ours:
>
> "Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs,
> even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those
> poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer too much, because they
> live in the gray twilight that knows not victory or defeat."
> -- Teddy Roosevelt
>
> Our goals may be unrealistic in some cases, but at least we dare to
> dream and dare to TRY. Has any other nation put a man on the moon? Has
> any other nation given to the sciences what we have? No.
>
> > 2. poverty & crime
> > 3. ghettos
>
> Show me a single nation without these, in some capacity.
>
> > 4. 30 million without health care
>
> As opposed to public health care? Oh, yeah, I want to pay 50% of my
> income to taxes like they do in some Euro nations. That would be good.
> That way I can pay for all the hypochondriacs who will go in for every
> bump, bruise, and hangnail. That way, when I have a legitimate problem
> such as bronchitis, or somesuch, I have to wait a week or two, by which
> time I could easily be dead if the problem gets worse.
> I'm 23 years old, in college, paying my own way in life. If I can
> afford health care, so can anyone with the intelligence to pull their head
> out of their ass.
>
> > 5. getting your asses kicked in Vietnam remember in WWI, WWII and Korea
> > you had the Commonwealth behind you:
>
> You win some, you lose some. And to claim that the Commonwealth was
> what won those wars is simply preposterous. I don't discount the help of
> the Commonwealth, but at the same time, I don't think that they were the
> cause of victory, either.
> And lemme tell you, from a military standpoint, the Commonwealth nations
> are *so* formidable. (Yes, that was sarcasm.) The equipment you guys
> build yourselves is substandard junk (two words: Centurion Tank), and the
> good stuff you buy from us.
>
> > 6. Self-serving Politics
>
> A nation's first priority should be itself, not it's neighbors.
>
> > 7. Support for regimes that have terrible Human Rights Records for e.g
> > China, Panama with Noriega, Chile with Pinochet, Somaza in Nicaragua.
>
> And Canada hasn't sided with China? And we didn't yank Noriega out of
> Panama and into jail?
>
> > 8. A legal system that is two tiered: one for rich the other for all the
> > poor people
>
> Yes, this is a problem. But at least our legal system *works*.
>
> > 9. The highest per capita of people behind bars of any Western Nation.
>
> Gee, I guess we're spending enough money on law enforcement then. I
> fail to see why this is a problem... What are we supposed to do? Let
> criminals walk the streets?
>
> > 10. Blantant Racism against blacks and hispanics. What happened to Martin
> > Luther Kings dreams?
>
> Racism will always exist, no matter what you do. And racism is not
> nearly as widespread as it used to be. A lot of what you see on American
> TV has been around for some time, it's just that they're now getting the
> idea to cover it, and when they all jump on the bandwagon, it seems to be
> more of a problem.
>
> > 12. A high infant mortality rate
>
> Hardly. We still have the finest health-care in the world. I'm not
> talking about access, I'm talking QUALITY.
>
> > 13. Politics that are ruled by special interest groups
>
> I'll concede this point.
>
> > 14. Terrible Primary and Secondary Public Education not too mention armed
> > guards at alot of those institutions
>
> Primary schools are a problem, yes, but our secondary system is pretty
> solid. It may not be hard to get into college here, but if you don't
> deserve to be here, you won't last long.
>
> > P.S. maybe before all your self declaration you should look at the real
> > stark reality that faces you. As the old adage goes "Don't throw rocks
> > if you live in glass houses."
>
> You should consider this statement. It is a foolish man who doles out
> advise and wisdom, yet fails to apply it to himself. The U.S. is *still*
> a first-world nation, whether you think we are or not.
>
> > In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was being
> > pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
>
> Because we were under an isolationist policy. And if you will recall,
> Britain asked us to help.
>
> > We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a full yr
> > ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the eastern
> > front softened things up you come after the fact.
>
> Yeah, and you bought American planes to do it.
> And never forget that we "selfish, stupid, self-centered" Americans died
> by the hundreds of thousands to defend your beloved Commonwealth and the
> rest of Europe from a psychotic racist dictator that could have been
> stopped by diplomacy. Never forget that we died for you in droves.
>
> > You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
>
> God forbid we should put ourselves first. Pseudo glory, my ass -- we
> work hard for what we have accomplished. Americans are hardly the "lazy
> incompetents" that everyone seems to think we are.
>
> > Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses royally
> > whipped.
>
> Part of the Commonwealth -- the Australians -- we there. We still got
> it kicked. And it wasn't because of lack of Commonwealth backing. The
> reason the U.S. lost Vietnam is because we had a military that was
> tailored to fight large-scale conflicts like a land war in Europe, not to
> fight a guerilla war in a place like Vietnam. This has changed to a
> degree, and our military has become more flexible.
> Could we win Vietnam if it were fought today? I think we could. It's
> definitely wide-open for debate, but I think we could.
> I come from a military family. I'm third-generation military. I've
> seen the attitudes and professionalism change from the inside.
>
> > Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
> > all right.
>
> Korea was lost because of weak leadership.
>
> > Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi scientists for
> your NASA program.
>
> If *you're* so inventive, why is it that your space program consists of
> building the robotic arms for our space shuttles? We've still got the
> best program in the world, and to deny it is foolish. Who else has a
> reusable system? ESA's Hermes still hasn't flown (or has it?).
>
> > Why is your nuclear industry a joke
> > around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
>
> Ha. Hardly. Nuclear power is just as safe here as anywhere.
>
> > This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your society
> > full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place but
> it is
> > hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand why
> > is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a feeling of
> > insecruity.
>
> No, that shows pride. America is not a utopia in any sense of the
> word. We have our problems, yes, but we still lead the world in damn near
> everything. Your rant seems to indicate a desire to bash the shit out of
> something that you see as a threat to you.
>
> > No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
>
> Nowhere is perfect, but we're still at the top.
>
> -- Dan Bailey
>
>
Mr Bailey
Maybe you need an infusion of facts to enlighten your third generation
military mentality.
Firstly prior to the Ukraine Chernobyl meltdown in 86, there was Three Mile
Island. It holds the distinction of being the second worse nuclear
diaster next to the former USSRs. It is still inoperable and the area
around Harrisburg Pa. including three bordering States was evacutated in
March '79. Further if you are so technologically elite why did you
confiscate Nazi scienticists that were involved in the V2 and other
German secret research and let them escape the Nurenburg trials> I will
enlighten you, to fuel your NASA with ideas, christ that whole program is
based upon NAZI science. I guess my undergrad degree in Physics, and all
the quantum research that was taught to me that the originators of
quantum theory were German is wrong and they were Amerian. NOT.
Further that Alan Turings mathematical theorems which are the basis of
modern day computers from ENIACS on up are American. Funny how he is British
and held a chair at a English Institution in the 1930s. He as well was
instrumental in breaking the code of Enigma a mechanical German cipher
machine that played an important role in winning the war. He was at
Cambridge, not Mass. but as in U.K. Kings College. Further your bomb was
originally fueld with foreigners like Fermi, Einstein etc. Very little
American science.
In regards to your Apolo 7 flight that was doomed and the movie with Tom
Hanks it was not entirely true. If you checked the records it was
physicists at Univ. of Toronto that came up with the mathematical
equations and solutions that allowed the craft to manuever and safely
come back into earths orbit. But you did not see that in the story line
did you. Not the American way to give credit is it. In regards to the
battle of Britan if I look at my history books it seems to me that the
planes were of British origin namely the Spitfire hardly an American plane.
In regards to Health care may I suggest that you read your own CIA World
Factbook that says you have a higher infant mortality rate than us and your
males and females live a shorter life span. As well you spend out of
your GDP more than we do out of ours per capita yet you have over 30
million without any insurance and your Republican congress wants to
further reduce medicare. What brings it home is seeing on CBS news
recently a Texas Attorney General charging pseudo physicians that performed
over 50 operations in 17 Hospitals ranging from brain surgery to
skin grafts as assistant operating physicans and none of these 26 pseudo
doctors has a medical degree. Scarey Very Scarey. For more insight watch
your CBS evening news for more of an enlightment of your excellent
system. NOT. What is scarey this happens all over your country and is not
an isolated incidence. If I recall Canadians per capita lost more men
than you did during WWII. Look up the stats I am sure the UN has them.
Incidently, the UN has once again named Canada the best country to live
in despite all or problems, the third time since 92. You were 12th
this year.
If you have such a sepreme system of health care why is it we live
longer or our infants dont die as much?? In regards to ghettos , dont
give me that BS. Every American city from small Buffalo to Tampa to LA
has ghettos in their downtown cores and crime that is out of hand. Funny
how recently the mayor of Dallas was in Toronto to check out how it is
that our downtown core that is the equalivalent of Chicago in Metro
population is so safe at night. And the justice system there christ I will
not touch that. I sincerely do not think the States is a bad place but it
is not the only game in town. Maybe some of you should do some world
travelling and be more objective. Do some objective reading military man
and then come up with some rational objective arguments.
Later
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 01:59:12 -0700
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Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
>
> In reply to an American named Nut:
>
> Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
>
> 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
> 2. poverty & crime
> 3. ghettos
> 4. 30 million without health care
> 5. getting your asses kicked in Vietnam remember in WWI, WWII and Korea
> you had the Commonwealth behind you:
> 6. Self-serving Politics
> 7. Support for regimes that have terrible Human Rights Records for e.g
> China, Panama with Noriega, Chile with Pinochet, Somaza in Nicaragua.
> 8. A legal system that is two tiered: one for rich the other for all the
> poor people
> 9. The highest per capita of people behind bars of any Western Nation.
> 10. Blantant Racism against blacks and hispanics. What happened to Martin
> Luther Kings dreams?
> 12. A high infant mortality rate
> 13. Politics that are ruled by special interest groups
> 14. Terrible Primary and Secondary Public Education not too mention armed
> guards at alot of those institutions
> 15. Many Many more items that are too long to list
>
> P.S. maybe before all your self declaration you should look at the real
> stark reality that faces you. As the old adage goes "Don't throw rocks
> if you live in glass houses."
> Later
>
> In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was being
> pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
> Why did you turn a blind eye to Hitler's treatment of Jews in the late 30's?
> We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a full yr
> ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the eastern
> front softened things up you come after the fact.
> You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
> Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses royally
> whipped. Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
> all right. Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi
> scientists for your NASA program. Why is your nuclear industry a joke
> around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
> This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your society
> full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place but it is
> hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand why
> is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a feeling of
> insecruity.
> No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
> Later
>
>
Listen no the United States isn't all that it's made out to be but look
at your country it not to grand either. As a race of people we need to
stop fighting ourselfs and start looking at what our govenments are
trying to do to us in thier own self interest. Take for example the beef
industry in your country, how long did they hide the mad cow sickness
that has all but wiped out your meat industry. See it's things like that
you should concern yourself with, not this petty bullshit bickering. How
many bowls of soup did the canned foods industry serve to our kids from
cows with that sickness?? Think about the things that really matter not
who has the greatest place to live because if we don't we won't have to
worry about it we won't be here!! Just a thought
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Just one question? Has anyone from the "commonwealth" ever walked on
the moon?
"The Alabamian"
(thats located in the USA for those of you from the "Commonwealth")
brownt@flash.net
"Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
> In reply to an American named Nut:
>
> Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
>
> 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
> 2. poverty & crime
> 3. ghettos
> 4. 30 million without health care
> 5. getting your asses kicked in Vietnam remember in WWI, WWII and Korea
> you had the Commonwealth behind you:
> 6. Self-serving Politics
> 7. Support for regimes that have terrible Human Rights Records for e.g
> China, Panama with Noriega, Chile with Pinochet, Somaza in Nicaragua.
> 8. A legal system that is two tiered: one for rich the other for all the
> poor people
> 9. The highest per capita of people behind bars of any Western Nation.
> 10. Blantant Racism against blacks and hispanics. What happened to Martin
> Luther Kings dreams?
> 12. A high infant mortality rate
> 13. Politics that are ruled by special interest groups
> 14. Terrible Primary and Secondary Public Education not too mention armed
> guards at alot of those institutions
> 15. Many Many more items that are too long to list
>
> P.S. maybe before all your self declaration you should look at the real
> stark reality that faces you. As the old adage goes "Don't throw rocks
> if you live in glass houses."
> Later
>
> In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was being
> pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
> Why did you turn a blind eye to Hitler's treatment of Jews in the late 30's?
> We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a full yr
> ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the eastern
> front softened things up you come after the fact.
> You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
> Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses royally
> whipped. Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
> all right. Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi
> scientists for your NASA program. Why is your nuclear industry a joke
>around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
>This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your society
>full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place but it is
>hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand why
>is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a feeling of
>insecruity.
>No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
> Later
>
>
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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In article <323E9DA8.4A1F@kellnet.com>, Vexorg@kellnet.com wrote:
-> Alan Williams wrote:
-> >
-> > Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
-> > > Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
-> > >
-> > > 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
-> >
-> > ok, dickhead, I'll bite at this one. I'm sick of hearing foreigners tell me
-> > how Americans are always loudly proclaiming the greatness of the US.
I've never
-> > heard an American do this except in direct response to the prodding
of foreigners
-> > on the internet. It invariably starts with some foreign geek berating
the US and ranting
-> > about how bad we are, at which point a corresponding American geek jumps in
-> > with a response which of course over-reacts in the opposite
direction. That's when
-> > people like you tell us how arrogant and nationalistic we are.
-> > Show me one instance of an American seriously extolling our greatness
without being
-> > prodded into it.
-> > Secondly, explain why you posted this excrement in all the porn newsgroups.
->
-> Give Em Hell!!
->
-> Stop Wasting our newsgroups with this crap, these newsgroups are for
-> other things....start a newsgroup called
->
-> alt.my.country.is.better.than.yours
Give Em Hell!! Yuk yuk!!
EVER HEARD OF CROSS-POSTING, SHIT FOR BRAINS?!?!!!!!! Look above at the
Newsgroups: heading!
Or, are you too busy with your head in your ass that you can't?!!
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From: The Mad Hatter <madhatter@craig.mv.com>
Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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Nervous wrote:
>
> In article <323E9DA8.4A1F@kellnet.com>, Vexorg@kellnet.com wrote:
>
> -> Alan Williams wrote:
> -> >
> -> > Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
> -> > > Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
> -> > >
> -> > > 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
> -> >
> -> > ok, dickhead, I'll bite at this one. I'm sick of hearing foreigners tell me
> -> > how Americans are always loudly proclaiming the greatness of the US.
> I've never
> -> > heard an American do this except in direct response to the prodding
> of foreigners
> -> > on the internet. It invariably starts with some foreign geek berating
> the US and ranting
> -> > about how bad we are, at which point a corresponding American geek jumps in
> -> > with a response which of course over-reacts in the opposite
> direction. That's when
> -> > people like you tell us how arrogant and nationalistic we are.
> -> > Show me one instance of an American seriously extolling our greatness
> without being
> -> > prodded into it.
> -> > Secondly, explain why you posted this excrement in all the porn newsgroups.
> ->
> -> Give Em Hell!!
> ->
> -> Stop Wasting our newsgroups with this crap, these newsgroups are for
> -> other things....start a newsgroup called
> ->
> -> alt.my.country.is.better.than.yours
>
> Give Em Hell!! Yuk yuk!!
>
> EVER HEARD OF CROSS-POSTING, SHIT FOR BRAINS?!?!!!!!! Look above at the
> Newsgroups: heading!
> Or, are you too busy with your head in your ass that you can't?!!
Yuk Yuk Boy aren't you dumb. Read some 'net liturature and find that
cross posting SUCKS. We all hate it. And Nervous come visite the US and
take a valium. I have visited The UK and Canada and love them. There are
bigots and jerks here and there (BIG SURPRISE). Ahhh Nervous if only you
would remove your ass from the net and let the rest of us talk about
waht we want in the right news groups.
P.S. your explanation of Cross posting seemed to make it ethically
right. So maybe if I call racism Bigotry its fine. See they both suck so
your post was just plain stupid. Good night!
--
"...Nothing you can make that can't be made,
No one you can save that can't be saved,
Nothing you can do but you can learn to be you in time,
Its Easy!...
"All you need is love..."
"Love is all you need..."
--John Lennon "All you need is Love",
The Magical Mystery Tour
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On Mon, 16 Sep 1996, Uncle Sam wrote:
> Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
>
> On Sun, 15 Sep 1996 20:01:59 GMT, "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca>
> wrote:
>
> My Reply:
>
> World Cup!!!! World Cup!!!! USA! USA! USA!
>
> Once again, you Canadians are falling behind in the U.S. in something
> you supposedly ruled in - HOCKEY!! As your teams flee to a better
> market (yes, in the horrible U.S.), hockey is beginning to look more
> like an American specialty. No wonder canadian-born Brett Hull plays
> for the U.S. in international play and chooses to carry an AMERICAN
> passport, EH???? I'd be ashamed of his Canadian heritage too, if I
> was him. Well, at least he has the sense to adopt a superior country!
Who fuckin cares? So you pay them more...maybe if you put more into
social services than sports your papa wouldn't be in the can right now!
He probably carries a Yank passport 'cause your pimple faced border
guards don't know how to recognize anything else...
And if winning a stupid pennant makes you a better country, what about
the Canadians winning in Baseball...America's national sport (?)
>
> I've watched these "my country is better than yours" threads for years
> now, and it finally lead me to lower myself to your level to post this
> answer. Talk about self-serving: it made me sick to see and hear the
> Canadian team hockey fans talking down the U.S., hanging American
> flags upside down, etc.
So, Americans did it at the World series....the only difference is that
the Canadians KNEW they were hanging it upside down, whereas the Yanks,
in their blissful ignorance, didn't.
I mean after all, your sports in general are
> a joke! Even your so-called "football" is a joke! I live near
> Baltimore, and we nearly won the Grey Cup in the Stallions VERY FIRST
> YEAR, and then we did in our second year!!! Even with the Stallions
> as champions of the pathetic Grey Cup, Baltimore chose to dump the
> second class sport for REAL football in the NFL!
Keep in mind the big picture here chum. The U.S have 325+ million people
to draw upon...Canada has approximately 25 mllion.
Beside, IMHO, football is a pussy version of the real thing...Rugby.
>
> As for how much better your country is economically, etc., I believe
> you probably have a better standard of living, but you also have
> little respect around the world.
WHAT!!!? Canada is recognized and respected very well internationally
thank you. That's why most Americand in our tour party choose to wear
Canadian flags. They see that if they flaunt their US citizenship
they're snubbed beyond belief!!!
I mean it's easy to be better off
> economically when you don't put much into defense or into helping
> international peacekeeping efforts. Even your troops sent to the Gulf
> War were just tokens.
Canadians have a well established Peace Keeping record...even in Vietnam
until an unamed anti-commie paranoid warmongering country from the west
jumped in and made a hash of things. The US are famous for WAR not peace.
What do you put into space exploration?
Uhhh...the Canadarm! Cancer research, genetic research, etc. Guess your
education system sucks too huh?
Has
> Canada ever planted it's flag on the moon? Yeah, I know, the fact
> that the USA is the only country to step foot on the moon and put up
> the majority of satellites (some of which are used gratis by ALL THE
> WORLD for GPS navigation) is a MINOR achievement - EH?
And then when you realized what a waste of money it was you never went
back. We just chose not to bother 'cause there was no point. One
upsmanship is the refuge of children.
The U.S. could
> be better off financially if we were willing to practice isolationist
> practices and turn our backs in times of crisis.
So you were just being fashionably late for WWII, and tried to ignore the
jews seeking asylum?
The difference
> between the U.S. and Canada is that we are willing to accept some
> domestic sacrifices in exchange for international greatness,
Yeah...like all your poor, sick and young.
while
> Canada is the one who is self-serving by minimizing foreign
> spending!!!
would you rather clean up your own yard or your neighbourss? If so, come
and live beside me...I'l provide the gas for the mower.
>
> Let's face it, Canada is really just an extension of American culture
Actually, we're more European :)
.
> I mean what "Canadian" car companies do you have. You just have cars
> that come from plants that American companies built there!
So, we don't have car companies...so what??? We got lots of other stuff.
Our general education level is high enough that we let uneducated chumps
like you make thjem for us.
The last
> time I was in Toronto, it felt like I was in "Anycity" USA. The
> businesses, restaurants, etc. are just American exports.
Again...European:)
>
> I suggest you not knock the U.S. so much....you'll surely be begging
> us for assistance when Quebec decides to break away from Canada in the
> next referendum!!! Accept your inferiority and it'll be much easier
> to live with...
>
> Uncle Sam
>
Umm...there isn't going to be a referendum, and in the last one the
majority of the Quebecers chose to STAY.
Man, knocking the US is just toooo easy.
Michael Parker
University of Windsor
FABBOOOO!!!
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was
being
> > pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
> > Why did you turn a blind eye to Hitler's treatment of Jews in the late 30's?
> > We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a full yr
> > ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the eastern
> > front softened things up you come after the fact.
> > You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
> > Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses royally
> > whipped. Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
> > all right. Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi
> > scientists for your NASA program. Why is your nuclear industry a joke
> > around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
> > This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your society
> > full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place but it is
> > hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand why
> > is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a feeling of
> > insecruity.
> > No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
> > Later
> >
> >
>
>
Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't we kick the "commonwealth" out of our
country? And speaking of your commonwealth, it has its fair share of
crime and poverty. In fact, in the two years that I lived in Battersea,
South London, I never met one single person that had a good thing to say
about the "commonwhealth". Speaking of racism, how about the National
Front, and all of the racist Football Hoodlums? When I was there, a
Black teenager was stabbed and killed while waiting for a bus, by three
N.F. teenagers. Also as far as people openly bragging about the USA,
the majority of people that I have come across that possess that
patriotism are in fact immigrants. As a matter of fact, today in
Seattle, Bill Clinton spoke, and a majority of the flag wavers were
immigrants. So before you go blaming us for our problems, maybe you
should tell the other millions of immigrants trying to cross our borders
each year.
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 1996 02:56:08 -0700
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In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was
being
> > pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
> > Why did you turn a blind eye to Hitler's treatment of Jews in the late 30's?
> > We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a full yr
> > ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the eastern
> > front softened things up you come after the fact.
> > You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
> > Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses royally
> > whipped. Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
> > all right. Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi
> > scientists for your NASA program. Why is your nuclear industry a joke
> > around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
> > This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your society
> > full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place but it is
> > hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand why
> > is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a feeling of
> > insecruity.
> > No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
> > Later
> >
> >
>
>
Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't we kick the "commonwealth" out of our
country? And speaking of your commonwealth, it has its fair share of
crime and poverty. In fact, in the two years that I lived in Battersea,
South London, I never met one single person that had a good thing to say
about the "commonwealth". Speaking of racism, how about the National
Front, and all of the racist Football Hoodlums? When I was there, a
Black teenager was stabbed and killed while waiting for a bus, by three
N.F. teenagers. Also as far as people openly bragging about the USA,
the majority of people that I have come across that possess that
patriotism are in fact immigrants. As a matter of fact, today in
Seattle, Bill Clinton spoke, and a majority of the flag wavers were
immigrants. So before you go blaming us for our problems, maybe you
should tell the other millions of immigrants trying to cross our borders
each year.
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From: Jaime Morales <bustergt@ix.netcom.com>
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Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 17:51:13 -0400
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Generally I choose not to reply to these kinds of posts and hardly ever
across several newsgroups, but I'll waste the bandwidth here to try to
say one thing.
Perhaps none of us, no country, faith, or culture, is correct and
greater in all ways than any other. We as humans, are always trying to
"imporve" or move in a direction which benefits us as much as our
collective minds see. No one is right or truthful, we are all just
working our tails off to get a piece of something for ourselves, wether
that be love, money, freedom, rest, or anything else.
The US is not perfect, but it is not as bad as this letter tries to make
it sound. What the US IS, however, is an experiment. A different way
to do things. The fact that the US has been dominant in world affairs
speaks much to its success, but it in no way shape or form is perfect.
How can it be when it is run by humans!?!
We all have work to do, let's not dwell on what's messed up, let's learn
what works.
My 2 cents.
Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
>
> In reply to an American named Nut:
>
> Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
>
> 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
> 2. poverty & crime
> 3. ghettos
> 4. 30 million without health care
> 5. getting your asses kicked in Vietnam remember in WWI, WWII and Korea
> you had the Commonwealth behind you:
> 6. Self-serving Politics
> 7. Support for regimes that have terrible Human Rights Records for e.g
> China, Panama with Noriega, Chile with Pinochet, Somaza in Nicaragua.
> 8. A legal system that is two tiered: one for rich the other for all the
> poor people
> 9. The highest per capita of people behind bars of any Western Nation.
> 10. Blantant Racism against blacks and hispanics. What happened to Martin
> Luther Kings dreams?
> 12. A high infant mortality rate
> 13. Politics that are ruled by special interest groups
> 14. Terrible Primary and Secondary Public Education not too mention armed
> guards at alot of those institutions
> 15. Many Many more items that are too long to list
>
> P.S. maybe before all your self declaration you should look at the real
> stark reality that faces you. As the old adage goes "Don't throw rocks
> if you live in glass houses."
> Later
>
> In regards to WWII, why did you enter into things when Hitler was being
> pounded on both sides and not at the initial start?
> Why did you turn a blind eye to Hitler's treatment of Jews in the late 30's?
> We, the Commonwealth by ourselves dropped put of the sky in 1940 a full yr
> ahead of you over 1700 Nazi planes. We and the Russians on the eastern
> front softened things up you come after the fact.
> You are such self serving people full of this pseudo glory.
> Why when we did not back you in Vietnam did you get your asses royally
> whipped. Funny how prior in Korea with the Commonwealth beside you we did
> all right. Why if your so inventive did you confiscate all the Nazi
> scientists for your NASA program. Why is your nuclear industry a joke
> around the world next to the former USSR's (Remember Thre Mile Is.)?
> This "we are the best" nonsense is a joke. Christ look at your society
> full of violence and poverty. No is saying the States is a bad place but it is
> hardly the utopia you Americans brag about. I mean if it is so grand why
> is it so many of you are so loud about it? That to me shows a feeling of
> insecruity.
> No where is perfect and the 'ol USA is far far down the list.
> Later
>
>
I say again, there is no utopia, only human beings in a real world.
--
Jaime Morales "High men should be men of thier words,
BusterGT@ix.netcom.com Praised men most often are,
gt1028a@prism.gatech.edu Respected men just get results."
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From: "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca>
Subject: Re: Americans Pseudo Glory->Shot down in Flames
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On Tue, 17 Sep 1996, Ruff wrote:
> "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
> >
> > In reply to an American named Nut:
> >
> > Ok Nut what is it that you are great for: let me see.
> >
> > 1. Total unobjective fantasies of yourselves.
> > 2. poverty & crime
> > 3. ghettos
> > 4. 30 million without health care
>
> On the health care thing, it seems you have the classic worst health
> care system that exists, when bad health care systems are evaluated,
> Canadas' system is the benchmark. Your doctors low salaries are set
> by the government, so what happens? we have all the good Canadian
> doctors. Your better doctors are reserved for the military, civilians
> needing operations usually die before their number comes up, so what
> did your politicians do, vote themselves a branch of the military,
> they now don't have to wait for medical care. Nice system!
>
>
Well if it is so bad the health care here why is it and you Yankee can
check this for yourslef via your CIA world factbook that is available of
the net. Why if you have all the good doctors the Hospital for Sick
Children in Toronto is world famous and insulin and CF gene was
discovered there? Why do children from all over the world come for
special surgerys to Canadian Hospitals??
Canadians live longer both males and females and we have a lower infant
mortality rate. As well we spend less of our GDP per capita than you do.
To interpret that for you stupid American it means each person pays more
in your country for health care yet there are 30 million without
coverage. Kind of ironic EH:) Further why last week did the Attorney General
of Texas charge a private doctor's operation with carrying out over 50
operations (as assistant surgeons in operating rooms) with pseudo physicians
without any medical degrees at all.
The milked over 20 different insurance companies. Dont believe me get the
transcripts from your CBS news. Christ even the private hospital took
their words they were legit Doctors carte blanche without even bothering to
check their credentials. And CBS this week is running a series at 6:30 pm
that lists other occurences of this. Nice Nice system.
Why is it Clinton wants to overhaul your system kind of ironic again EH
Yankee HAhahahahahaha
Further why did the UN vote for the thrid time since 92 that this country
with all its problems is the best for standard of living, education and
health. Check that one out Mr. American. As they old adage goes
"read 'em and weep."
Later
P.S. What we and the rest of the World gets sick of is American
patriotism. Keep it too yourselves no where is perfect and heres a little
secret for you, the U.S.A. is way down the list. Or so it seems the
commitee that votes from the UN for the best countries to live in. And
braindead Americans are on the commitee and last time I looked USA was in
the UN.
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From: Catwoman <laura@adult.superstore.ca>
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Subject: Re: I Love My Job! ;)
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> Hi Everyone,
>
> My name is Wendy and it's my job to go over all of the tapes people are
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Yes Wendy you do have an interesting job. It must be pretty wild.
I also have a pretty interesting job. It has its perqs. I work for the
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Maybe sometime I'll send you a video. I was wondering if you could give
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Subject: <NEW STORY> Nena and the Gringos Chapt. 18
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This is the continuing saga of Nena and how she is slowly but surely
sprialing out of control. This story is for people of legal age over 18
y/o. I welcome comments, but please do not ask me to e-mail chapters that
your missing unless you are able to read Mac files.
Nena and the Gringos Chapt. 18
Nena went into her small room and laid on the bed. She curled herself into
a little ball, like a new born baby, willing her body to meld into itself
making her disappear. She wrapped her arms around her legs protectively
and gently rocked back and forth. Her ass still throbbed from the stinging
blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her fathers tool, that
had slammed into her, again and again and again...she cut off her thought
with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of
her father....fucking her....fucking her ass. She rocked on the bed harder
trying to refocus her thoughts on what was happening to her. Without
consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark
opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee
made contact with her wet triangle, DougÕs face contorting as he plunged
his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, JohnÕs thick tool
hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and how it felt buried
deep within her. She shivered remembering her struggling to get out from
under him and how he put his arms around her thin waist and pulled her in
close to his chest pumping deeply, the panic when she realized that was he
was going to shoot his load inside her, the orgasm that spasmed thru her
unconciousley when she felt the first thick stream plow into her fertile
hole. The cock jerking in her like a thick electrified coil. The images
swam through her mind faster, ricocheting off one another, blending, a
stream of sexual depravity. A non-stop thought interspersed with fleeting
glimpses of stiff cocks, warm sperm, sweat, her swollen, red vagina, her
heavy tits suspended by her thick brown nipples, the hard bodies pinning
her down, controlling her, using her........humiliating her. Nena began to
mew and whimper on the bed. She turned around on her back. Against her own
will her hands reached down to thick thatch of hair between her thighs.
She spread her legs wantonly in a wide V. Nena stuck two of her fingers
into her already drenched hole. She groaned. With the other hand she began
to lightly pull at her nipples, causing them to stiffen and extend. She
closed her eyes. Part of her screamed at herself to stop, but the images
of the last two days floated in and out of her mind, urging her on. She
tried to go slow, to prolong the sensation, but the need was too much. She
slipped a third finger into her slippery hole and pressed in deeply,
feeling the vaginal walls as they pressed tightly against her fingers. The
sensations causing her to body to quiver in excitement. At the same time
she increased the tempo and pressure on her nipples. Her finger dancing
back and forth between the two hard nubs, further hardening them. She
spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath started coming in short
little gasps as she neared orgasm. She focused on the image of Miguel as
he plunged his cock into her at the store. As she neared her peak,
suddenly her door opened. Nena jumped up in surprise and covered herself
with a blanket, her body trembling from the need to climax. Her father and
mother walked into the room. ÒWhat are you doing in here!Ó her father
bellowed. He reached down and yanked the blanket away from her. Underneath
Nena had her hand buried in her wet box, her fingers pistoning in and out
feverishly. ÒPapa....I.....canÕt .....oh ...GodÓ Nena had no will left.
Her body taking complete control of her rendering her helpless. She saw
her father raise his hand to strike her, but could not summon herself to
block the blow. As her fathers open hand connected with her face, she felt
the orgasm within her rise up, peak, and explode. The pain and pleasure
intertwined together, making her lose her breath. She felt her juices as
they sluiced over her hand, her vagina contracting, one, two, three times.
As she started to come down, her father struck her again, his open hand
connecting with one of her firm tits. The stinging blow, caused her orgasm
to build up again, the pleasure shooting through her body making her moan
loudly. As the orgasm ripped through her she fell back on the bed, the
force of the pleasure leaving her limp. She looked up weakly at her
parents, a fine sheen of sweat covering her firm body, not able to speak.
Part of her was terrified, but she was not able to tap into that feeling.
To explain what she was going through to her parents. All she could think
about was her orgasm and all the dirty, filthy, depraved things she had
been going through. Damn that Constancia, she thought to herself. She felt
her fathers hard, callused hand grab her around her forearm and yanked her
up roughly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mom dab her eyes with
a handkerchief. Her face of disbelief. ÒYou disgust me. You disgust all of
us. You are worse than a slut. YouÕre a dogÓ her father said, the words
clipped and angry. ÒYou no longer are welcome in this home. You want to
act like an animal, well then you are going to live like an animal.Ó He
pushed Nena roughly out the door, completely naked. ÒPlease papa....let me
make you understand.....let me explain.Ó she said her voice desperate. Her
father continued to push her along through the house to the door leading
to the ranchos large yard. Her fathers pushing caused her to stumble and
lose her balance. Her firm tits swaying back and forth as she tried to
regain her equilibrium. As they reached the door, NenaÕs father pushed
Nena forward roughly through it. She stumbled and landed in a heap in the
dirt. Her father bent down and grabbed her upper arm. Nena protested, her
tears leaving a faint trail through the dirt on her face. She tried to
pull away. ÒPlease mama.....please help me.Ó Her mother looked away, her
eyes watery. Disappointment etched in her face, making her look older and
sadder. NenaÕs father pulled the screaming girl through the yard. As they
reached the dog pen, Nena tried to grab hold of the wire fence,
desperately trying to hold her ground.
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From: ssaskia@aol.com (SSaskia)
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Subject: Re: ALL AMERICAN KIDS PART 1/15
Date: 16 Sep 1996 15:42:55 -0400
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Where is the full storry?
send more please
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From: Looking@this.now
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Subject: Re: 504 or 318-MWM seeks F of this type
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 19:42:45 GMT
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Living in the 318 area code I check this out. I not a women nor Gay.
Just was curious to see my area code. And to see what type. He wanted.
(Sorry FAlse E-Mail)
It wasn't till I hit reply to ask what type of woman. (Out of Boredom)
when I notice the cross posting. Please do not take this the wrong
way. But it was an interesting combination. I need to ask, are you
looking for a women Who, Ties up animals, Masturbates them and tell
stories about it?
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Subject: Re: AMY WILL BE YOUR HOLE!!!
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 15:15:29 -0400
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peegirl@fetish.com wrote:
>
> I'm your personal PEE GIRL. Amy, 5'5", 36C, 120, blonde, blues...built
> to please..and very bi. My holes are yours to use in any way you want.
> My ass is yours to love, or to hurt. I especially love watersports and
> toilet sex!!! Use me please. Call me now at
> 1-800-838-9833. No credit card needed, and no 900 number charges.
> You've always wanted your own Slut Girl..so call me, Amy, at
> 1-800-838-9833. Please call right now. I need it so bad I could
> scream!
Its an interesting ad. So is there a girl to go with this ad or is this
all bs.
--
"NASTY IMPULSE" IF YOU HAVE AN IMPULSE MAKE SURE ITS NASTY.........
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From: Jay <jay_ross@geocities.com>
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Subject: Re: HOT COLLEGE GIRL NEEDS HELP
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 12:41:34 -0600
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Maybe she has a cell phone from mom and dad? Or just maybe you are
right Chuck, she just could be a phone sex company pretending to be
a college student, but I saw on 20/20 where there were 4 girls in
college posting as the same girl for a phone sex line to get through
college. Anything is possible.
Chuck Rampersad wrote:
>
> In article <323A73B0.76DF@usnet.com>, girl@usnet.com wrote:
> >Hi,
> >
> >I know this is an odd letter, but you could really help me right
> >now..and I KNOW I could help you too. My name is Christine. To help pay
> >educational costs and living expenses, I recently started a phone sex
> >line. I work other jobs too, but everything is so expensive, I had to do
>
> Hmmmm if you're trying to cut expenses try cancelling your internet
> service... your college should offer free access to its students, or in the
> worst case scenario, subsidized access
>
> Besides lets be honest, you're just a phone sex COMPANY pretending to
> be one poor young student.
>
> If you really are I student, let me proffer the following
> questions? Why have an 800 number? are you planning on taking calls at all
> hours of the day? What happens if your phone rings while you're off in class,
> are you going to get a cell phone and run to the washroom and carry on your
> business?
>
> Ta Ta!
>
> Chuck
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From: Bonnie Williams <grace1@postoffice.ptd.net>
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Subject: Re: HOT COLLEGE GIRL NEEDS HELP
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 19:13:12 +0000
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Chuck Rampersad wrote:
>
> In article <323A73B0.76DF@usnet.com>, girl@usnet.com wrote:
> >Hi,
> >
> >I know this is an odd letter, but you could really help me right
> >now..and I KNOW I could help you too. My name is Christine. To help pay
> >educational costs and living expenses, I recently started a phone sex
> >line. I work other jobs too, but everything is so expensive, I had to do
>
> Hmmmm if you're trying to cut expenses try cancelling your internet
> service... your college should offer free access to its students, or in the
> worst case scenario, subsidized access
>
> Besides lets be honest, you're just a phone sex COMPANY pretending to
> be one poor young student.
>
> If you really are I student, let me proffer the following
> questions? Why have an 800 number? are you planning on taking calls at all
> hours of the day? What happens if your phone rings while you're off in class,
> are you going to get a cell phone and run to the washroom and carry on your
> business?
>
> Ta Ta!
>
> Chuck
This is all well and fine but what am I supposed to do with this great
raging hard-on?
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From: hood@bconnex.net (SpankMe (da Canuck))
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Subject: Re: HOT COLLEGE GIRL NEEDS HELP
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 22:51:55 GMT
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Sorry to spam, but there is so much of it now... I doubt this re will
really make a dent.
I think your right... it's not a college student, it's a phone sex
company saying they are a college student. I e-mailed this person and
told her to give up the phone sex bullshit, and make a video...
then come back and post a message saying "Hot college girl WITH A VID
needs help"
and maybe we'd all listen...
Jay <jay_ross@geocities.com> wrote:
>Maybe she has a cell phone from mom and dad? Or just maybe you are
>right Chuck, she just could be a phone sex company pretending to be
>a college student, but I saw on 20/20 where there were 4 girls in
>college posting as the same girl for a phone sex line to get through
>college. Anything is possible.
>
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From: semby@interlog.com (Chuck Rampersad)
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Subject: Re: HOT COLLEGE GIRL NEEDS HELP
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In article <323DA6C8.6F5B@postoffice.ptd.net>,
Bonnie Williams <grace1@postoffice.ptd.net> wrote:
>This is all well and fine but what am I supposed to do with this great
>raging hard-on?
Simple solutions Bonnie, just remove your strap on and lick it you
twit! or is it twat?
cordially,
Chuck
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Learn How To Telnet
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These are two pages which will explain how to install a Telnet program
into your computer and how to use it. Once installed, you can Telnet to
any point on the Internet! On both pages, you can Download a shareware
Telnet program. Now you'll be able to click on those Telnet buttons found
on some websites.
Visit this Webpage if you are from American Online (AOL)
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http://www.lifestyle.com/aol.htm
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Total freedom to view gay porn
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From: Liz <edacs@pop.erols.com>
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Subject: Liz's Fantasy (f/mmmmmmm) Office Adventure - OFFICE.TXT
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Hi, If you like this write me and let me know, Liz
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Office Party
Copyright Liz Johnson 1996
ãWell, so you canât wait huh?ä I ask as you stare deeply into my eyes, I never
could resist your charms. How devilish that youâve picked my office for your
fun this afternoon. ãWhat about the guys at the office here?ä I inquire further.
ãDonât worry about them.ä You say, as my face belies my real concern that we
will be joined in here shortly.
First, I would have you start your activities under my desk, enjoying
you too much, I would probably begin to whimper way too loudly. That
would attract onlookers. I would then have the pleasure of saying to
them "we'll you guys want a show?" I know they would answer YES! I
would then climb onto my desk stand on it and strip very slowly for
every one. I know I would enjoy making everyone of them hard!
Then putting a cushion under my tush, I would let you continue your
magic. A few more whimpers and I know the crowd would draw near, I
would not discourage them. I know at least two that would begin to
masturbate in front of the group, I would love to see that! While you
continue to adore my love button, I would moan and scream as you made my
orgasm for the umpteenth time. This will be too much for a couple of the
others and they too would come in for a feel. One of the guys Jim, is
kind of cute (he's married of course), I would love to begin kissing him
(I wish his wife was there too!) all the while getting sloppy wet with
your tongue.
I would want you in me first, as you stand up you pull my lips gently
apart and push yourself in me deeply. "Oh yea!" I scream, as two other
guys begin to fondle my breasts. Thrusting my head rearward, I would be
confronted by a cock at my ear, it's Jim, pulls my head so that I am
ready to take him in my mouth - I do just that opening wide to please
him. Your thrusting in and out of me yourself, and I feel your hips
bucking more urgently. I know I must flex my special muscles to help
you get off, I've never seen you cum so fast, you must really be turned
on by all the fucking that's going on!
I hear your begin to moan more loudly, Ughnn..Oh...Ughnnn. Go baby go!
"I want you to cum on my tummy and little bush," just then you pull out
and start to jack off onto me just as I wanted. Spurt after spurt on
my soft tummy and mound. Your warm semen running off my hips onto the desk.
The other guys in the room are cheering you on. I am lost in a frenzy of sexual sounds
and sights. You pull back, only to be replaced by the big draftsman
John. John is a little overweight but, the most popular in our area.
I'm sure he must have worked it out with the others to be first. John,
drops his pants at the foot of the desk, guiding himself into me with
one motion. "Ughnnn..." I say as he enters me! Now I can feel Jim's
cock grow harder, his breathing more sporadic, he's going to cum too. I
let him slip out long enough to tell him to "Cum all over me!" a few
more pushes into my mouth, with slurping and sucking sounds growing
faster and louder, he moans and pulls out his first spurt landing on my
waiting tongue. Pulling back further, Jim Jacks his shots all over my
chin, neck and breasts, what a gooey mess I must be!
John is still humping away at the end of the desk, I'm so wet with my
own cum and yours that John must be getting a very sloppy second! John
has always wanted to assert his control over me, he orders me to get on
my hands and knees on the floor. I look at you to see if it's OK, you
nod compliance! The new guy in the office, Peter (I love that name)
says he has a better idea, and asks me to climb on top of him as he lies
on the floor. I know whatâs next, as John grunts his approval, I only
hope there will be enough lubrication for what they want to do.
I slowly lower my self onto Peter's Peter! I slip on very easily,
bending down to kiss Peter, some of the cum from my breast gets on his
chest, I begin to lick it off him. As I'm getting settled on Peter I
feel John at my tush inching his way up so that his cock is at my
rosebud. I reach around to spread some of the juices on my anus, just
before John pushes his head into me. I inhale deeply, "My God! this is
exciting" I proclaim to the assembled. John is working his way into my
ass slowly (thank goodness), finally he reaches the right point and
slides into me all the way. I have to move very carefully now with both
guys in me like that. Another guy I've never even seen before comes up
to me offering his cock for my mouth, I take him in. What a picture,
several guys are standing around me with their manhood hanging out, one
guy in my ass, another in my pussy, and yet another I'm servicing in my
mouth. So full, a little uncomfortable yet, I am so excited now another
orgasm washes over me, MMmmmff...Mmmmfff, is all that can be heard.
This takes "Real Talent" I think as I masterfully push against Peter and
John behind me, without biting the guy in my mouth. Were one big
fucking machine, I am so excited about getting several guys off, I love
this attention. We are slowly moving like several snakes writhing
around each other, everyone grunting or moaning. A little swishing sound
is coming from the back of me, while I make all the slurping sounds I
can on this guy's tool. John is ready to cum now, his hips are bucking
faster into my ass. "Cum all over me" I proclaim, several guys in the
background are saying things like "Do her" and "Cum on her ass!" I
love the attention.
John pulls out and begins to spurt his hot semen all over my anus and
back. I feel his hot juices on my back as he grunts over and over. The
guy in my mouth starts bucking his hips as soon as John finishes, I can
sit up a little more now while I sit on Peter. I tell him I want him to
cover my breasts with his cum. He begins to hose me down with that cock
of his all over my breasts, my nipples. It's dripping off my nipples,
very liquid, not as creamy as others, it's running all over. One of the
guys who was jacking off in the background came over to me and
proclaimed "I'm going to shoot all over your face and titties!" Who was
I to stop him? He let go with a huge spurt on my chin running down my
neck. Another huge spurt, and another, I'm absolutely coated! I would
have taken him for a dribbler - wrong!
Peter was really bucking under me now, I said "Let me know when you are
going to cum I'll get under you and you can cum all over me!" "Now
baby, Now!" He cried. I laid on the floor in front of him, positioning
my self so that he could deliver as promised! Peter began to stroke
himself, I grabbed his cock and began to jack him off my self, the
feeling of his manhood in my hands cumming and cumming, I could aim him
anywhere I wanted! Again I shot him all over my breasts and tummy,
further coating my smooth exterior. Suddenly, as I was guiding Peter's
strokes, two more guys cam up that I had never met and begun shooting
their loads on me. The scene was a mass of men grunting and moaning all
over me!
What a mess the last guy came on all over my breasts, shot after shot, I
spread everyone's cum around my tummy. Some of it pooling in my belly
button, I scooped some out with my fingers to taste the mingled semen.
Mmmm...so good. The guys slowly began to leave my office, I was
completely exhausted. But there was Bruce, waiting patiently, having
shared me with others. Your hard again, Bruce, do you want more of me
before I try to get cleaned up?
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From: ms.infinity@tka.com (Ms Infinity)
Subject: Enema Mistress - true story by patty the pooch
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My Enema Mistress
by patty the pooch
First of all, please allow me to explain that i do not like
enemas. i sometimes must submit to them because this pleases my
Mistress. Mistress also uses enemas at times to punish me.
When She chooses to administer enemas as part of my training, i
usually am submitting to Nurse C. She dresses in a Nurses coat,
stockings, and nurses cap. i must submit to a thorough
examination by Ms. C. This means that She will place surgical
gloves on Her hands. i am nude, as i am instructed to bend over
and place my hands on the edge of the tub. She then places
lubricant on Her gloved fingers and begins inserting a few
fingers first inside my pussy, then She places Her fingers from
Her other hand inside my rectum.
my body begins to respond to Her fingers moving inside my
openings. i begin to moan as She inspects Her bitch.
As She probes my insides She tells me how it is going to amuse
Her to clean me out with a few nice, hot soap suds enemas. Nurse
C. informs me that this is for my own good.
She then removes the gloves from Her hand and commands me to
stand before Her in the "inspection" position. i obediently
stand facing Her, my arms raised, my hands clasped behind my
head, my legs spread apart.
Nurse C. then proceeds to examine my large bare breasts touching
them, squeezing them, and then squeezing my nipples between Her
fingers. She commands me to spread my legs wider as She reminds
me that i am Her slut slave.
She walks behind me and squeezes my ass cheeks. Nurse C. then
commands me kneel on the bathroom floor in front of the tub. i
am told to lean over and place my hands on the cold, white
porcelain bottom of the tub.
Nurse C. begins to prepare my first enema. i can hear the very
warm water pouring out of the bathroom faucet flowing into the
large red rubber enema bag. Nurse C. had already poured some of
Her peppermint liquid soap inside the bag. my entire body is
trembling in fear of the anticipation of the enemas i dread so
much. Nurse C. lubricated the nozzle with lubricant.
"Prepare yourself for your first cleaning out slave", Nurse C.
replies. i cry out as Mistress pushes the large hard plastic
nozzle with large holes deep inside my tight rectum. i cry out
as the hard nozzle causes me alot of discomfort.
i suddenly feel the warm liquid filling up inside me causing
cramping in my stomach. i feel the urgent need to move my bowels
but Nurse C. tells me i must hold it until She allows me to go
sit on the toilet. She warns me that if i dare to make a mess on
the floor i will be punished after i clean it up.
i try my best to hold the enema as the cramping becomes more
intense. Sometimes Nurse C. may desire to paddle me while I hold
the enema. i cry out as i plead with Nurse C. if i may go to the
bathroom. She finally permits me to go sit on the toilet and
relieve my bowels. As i stand to do so, i can feel a little
liquid dripping from my rectum. i hurry towards the toilet and
feel a sense of relief to relieve myself. However, the cramping
is still there. i feel quite embarrassed as Nurse C. remains in
the bathroom listening to all of the noises associated with
relieving a enema. She is busy feeling up the enema bag again
with another dose of peppermint soap suds.
Once the second enema is ready, Nurse C. commands me to go kneel
in front of the tub again. i get off the toilet and once again
kneel on the floor and lean over the tub for my next dreaded soap
suds enema.
Nurse C. inserts that hard nozzle with those large holes that
allow the enema to flow inside me faster deep in my sore, tight
rectum. She releases the clasp causing the soapy liquid to fill
me up once more. The cramping in my belly is more intense then
the first time. i cry out from the pain. Nurse C. reminds me
that i had better hold that enema unless i want to be punished.
i try my best to please Her but i can begin to feel the liquid
dripping out of the back of me. She commands me to get my ass on
the toilet. As i relieve myself this time i feel very frightened
as i know i earned punishment for not holding the enema long
enough. The cramping in my stomach is still there and lots of
dirty liquid pours out of me. i feel so embarrassed and very
docile.
i watch in fear as Nurse C. fills the bag up once more. But i
am quite relieved when i see that this time She only fills it
with clear warm water. i am commanded to get into position
again to receive my last enema. As the clear water fills the
inside of me i feel glad that my enema training is almost over.
Nurse C. tells me that She is pleased that i am now cleaned out
properly. She reminds me that if She has to punish me with
enemas i should know that it will be a ordeal i will never
forget.
i am then told to finish relieving myself and shower. The rest
of the day i remain feeling very docile and Owned.
When Ms. C. decides to punish me with enemas for very bad
behavior or disrespect it is definitely an ordeal. It is done in
a very cold, cruel manner meant to teach me not to repeat the
same offense.
When pooch receives punishment enemas for bad behavior they are
administered in the following manner; Ms. C. dresses in Her
disciplinarian attire. This consists of Her long black nylon
nightgown, a pink short nightie worn over the nightgown, black
stockings, red short leather gloves on Ms. C's hands, and a black
mask covering Her eyes.
When Ms. C. enters the bedroom where She desires to begin my
punishment, i kneel naked upon the carpeted floor in the "kow
tow" position. She walks behind me with one of Her long thin
black crops in Her hand. She strikes my bare buttocks with this
razor sharp implement several times. i find it difficult to stay
still as the sharp blows strike its target.
"I see you are in My presence once again little slut for your bad
behavior and disrespect" Ms. C. replies to Her frightened pet.
"Yes Ms. C.", poochie answers as her entire body trembles.
"Well, I will be happy to punish you slut", Ms. C. says with a
chuckle. She commands me to climb up on the bed. Ms. C. then
places my "punishment heavy restraints" on me. These consist of
a leather collar that locks around my neck, leather restraints
that bind around my wrists and ankles. There is a heavy linked
chain that attaches all of these together. The way they are
made i cannot stretch my legs straight out, so i must lie in a
curled position. If i am made to walk with them on, i have to
bend over in order to be able to try to walk.
Ms. C. then makes me wear my punishment "pump gag". This gag has
leather straps that bind across my head and fasten tightly behind
my head. There is a penis gag that fills my mouth when it is
placed inside. The gag can be pumped up as much as Ms. C.
desires. i fear this particular gag so it is used for
punishment only.
i am made to stay in this position for an hour or more while i
listen to a music cassette tape that consists of meaningful songs
that Ms. C. had put together that pertains to our relationship.
These songs make me cry because i know that i have displeased my
Lady.
Ms. C. gives me several strokes across my buttocks and thighs
with Her very thin crop throughout this period of time.
She then tells me it is time for my punishment enemas. Ms. C.
releases me from my heavy chains and removes the pump gag from my
mouth.
"Get your slutty disobedient ass into the bathroom", Ms. C.
commands. i scurry into the bathroom crawling on my knees.
i am instructed to kneel in front of the tub and lean over it
placing my hands upon the cold porcelain bottom of the tub. Ms.
C. begins to prepare my first punishment enema. She fills the
large rubber red enema bag with peppermint soap and hot water.
"Spread your legs you disrespectful slut", Ms. C. commanded. i
obeyed with no hesitation.
Ms. C. forced the large hard plastic nozzle with large holes deep
into my tight rectum. There was no lubricant on the nozzle as i
was being punished. Ms. C. immediately released the clasp of the
enema tube allowing the hot soapy liquid to flow deep inside me.
i cried out as the cramping began in my stomach. ( Ms. C. had
once given me a beer enema for being disrespectful when i was
permitted to drink some beer) i am only allowed to drink a six
pack usually on a Saturday evening. Ms. C. does not really
approve of any submissive drinking alcohol. However, if i have
been a good slave, i am permitted to drink once a week.
Once i have received my first punishment enema, Ms. C. makes me
hold the enema while She paddles my bare buttocks hard with Her
large wooden paddle with large holes to a count of six to ten
swats. It is quite difficult to hold a enema when Ms. C. is
using this particular paddle.
She then allows me to relieve my bowels as i am still crying out
from the stinging, fierce swats from that paddle. Ms. C.
degrades me as my bowels continue to let loose into the toilet.
She tells me how bad i smell and taunts me about how awful the
bowel sounds coming from me are offensive to Her ears.
i feel very humiliated and frightened as Ms. C. stands there
until She feels i am ready for my second enema. Once again i am
leaning over the tub as Ms.C. fills the enema bag with more hot
peppermint soapy suds. my entire body trembles uncontrollably
as i feel that painful hard nozzle forcing its way inside my sore
rectum again.
The cramping in my stomach is more intense this time as that hot
liquid flows into me. i cry out, "Please no more Ms. C.! " i am
sorry Ms. C.!" Ms. C. only adds to my painful discomfort as She
paddles my ass with that large wooden paddle again. i try my
best to hold the enema but my attempt to please fails as the
liquid begins to drip out on to the floor.
Ms. C. is now very upset with me as She calls me a careless
messy, disobedient slut. i tremble and cringe in Her presence
hoping that i have not earned more enemas. She commands me to
get my ass on the toilet. She tells me that She should give me
enemas all night long for allowing my enema to soil Her bathroom
floor. i apologize to Her over and over as the second enema
empties into the toilet.
Ms. C. then prepares the third enema which is a warm clear one
although i do not know this at the time.
i crawl slowly over to the tub feeling very docile, and weak.
Ms. C. gives me my last enema. In the past i have received more
then three enemas sometimes for punishment. The pain then is
more unbearable then anyone could ever imagine.
When my punishment is over i am permitted to lie down for awhile
and then i may shower. All is forgiven and i am once again a
good slave in my Owners eyes. When i have disappointed Mistress
that is the times that i feel really bad because i know that i
have hurt Her. This hurts more then any physical punishment She
could ever give me.
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From: Ms Infinity <ms.infinity@tka.com>
Subject: By the Balls by Ms.C. (Mistress Infinity)
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in cock and ball torture. While absolutely true, understand that
these activities were carried out with men who requested and
enjoyed them, discussed in detail their ideas, contributed toys
and were conducted in a clean and safe environment. The author
does not condone the use of force or using these activities on an
unwilling participant.
BY THE BALLS
by Ms. C.
When I have a slave by the balls, I really mean it. Maybe I
should explain. One of My favorite activities with male slaves is
the art of exquisite penis torture. I don't mean a slap or two,
but real torture, from mild to severe. I have never castrated a
slave at least, not physically! One of My favorite victims even
devises rating scales for Me to use.
I always start a penis torment session with a good warmup. This
gets everyone in the mood. I like to start with some bondage
maybe the wall rack, or over My bondage chair. Then I begin with
a liberal spanking with My leathergloved hand. This progresses
to a paddle, maybe the wooden one with the air holes, then on to
the crop or flog. By this time, everyone is certainly in the
right spirit. I might add to the mood with some biting clamps
added to my victim's tits. I love to see a grown man cry!
I sometimes begin the main event with some tight rope bondage; I
love the way penis skin bulges between the ropes. It's fun to use
rawhide strips to tie the penis and balls into positions nature
never intended. Penis suspension is an activity that comes to
mind when rope is used. I attach several ropes and run them in
different directions to add stress.
I like to vary the intensity of the torments so the training can
last longer. So a little playful slapping might be in order at
this time. I slap the penis and the balls, individually or
together. Sometimes I wear My leather gloves for this, sometimes
I just use the gloves themselves for the slapping. I also have a
thin little leather ball slapper that really works nicely.
Slapping is good to bring more blood into the balls so that
sensitivity is enhanced. After all, I want My prisoner to feel My
further torments as much as possible. The slapping can be done by
itself or in conjunction with other fun things, like tight
bondage or suspension. It's also fun to alternate the slapping
with other penis torture activities. After all, it's important to
keep maximum sensitivity up for the entire training period!
It's fun to tie the balls tightly together as other things are
done to the penis. Rope can be used as the ultimate ball
spreader. A leather ball spreader can be used, but I prefer rope.
A ball press will also work well for giving them that pretty
purple color. The balls can be tightly bound and then attached to
the neck collar with the same rope. This exposes a whole new
territory of sensitive skin, almost untouched on the male. The
area under the balls, in front of the asshole, is one of My
favorite spots to inflict wicked torments. A whip or riding crop
applied liberally to this area will instill new meaning in the
slave's vocabulary of pain. Also, a good scrubbing with a stiff
brush will revitalize this spot amazingly.
Clothespins are a wonderful invention. I like to use the wooden
spring type on the fans of heavy torment. But I guess it's OK to
copout and use the little plastic ones. At least, they are
colorful and attractive. Balls sporting a handful of the plastic
clothespins look like an exotic colorful flower. Anyway, I like
to use the wooden ones. I apply a few at a time to the balls. I
like to gradually work up a slave's tolerance for quantity and
amount of time worn. So far, My champion has sported seventy five
clothespins on his balls for five minutes. The maximum achieved
on the penis so far is twelve for ten minutes. One of the best
spots for a tight clothespin on the penis is the frenum, that
stretch of pink sensitive skin on the underside, right beneath
the head. It's fun to watch a slave hop, dance, howl and plead
when this is done. The time limit it can be tolerated is minimal,
several minutes at the most.
Another low intensity activity is lotion. Well, that depends on
the type of lotion, I suppose. I'm talking about the cool,
soothing type. I usually use something with aloe in it; even a
gel works nicely. It's fun to tease My victim with hand
applications of slippery creams. This, too, will increase the
sensitivity of the penis. It is designed to enhance the further
tortures to come. It is surprising how sensitive five minutes or
so of hand massage with slick lotion can make an otherwise
inattentive penis.
Rawhide strips are so very versatile in the art of penis torture.
It is fun to tie one end of a long strand around the balls, then
wind the rawhide slowly and tightly up the shaft. The tighter
this is done, the better. Again, I get the visual effect of tiny
pinches of skin bulging between the strands. Of course, it's best
to get the wraps as close together as possible with no
overlapping. Then I like to perform the rawhide whirl. I grasp
the loose end and give a firm tug. I'm told this feels like a do
ityourself castration. I know the reactions I get are quite
comical. They range from shock, fear, surprise, yelping, howling,
sharp intake of breath, to body bucking and swearing. That last
is a definite nono and calls for sterner measures. It makes no
difference to Me that the poor soul believes he has just
undergone a sex change!
I sometimes use chemicals for penis torture. Things such as Ben
Gay. A tiny drop on a Qtip is a formidable weapon! For
variation, I sometimes apply this to the anus when I have My
victim finely trussed. The new Icy Hot stick and rollons work
nicely, too. With them, I don't get that icky stuff on Me. A drop
of Wintergreen Oil will bring out deepseated rhythms in any
slave. One precaution with these. I have found that some balls
tend to break out with sores that take forever to heal when using
this stuff. So I try to restrict My usage to small amounts for
the penis and asshole. Torture is fun, but longlasting damage is
totally uncalled for and is the mark of an amateur.
I have some lovely red clamps that look like little twisted
pieces of colored clotheshangers. These work nicely on the balls
and seem to be more intense the longer they are left on. I place
these the same way I use the clothespins, but they are bigger and
there just isn't room enough for any great number of them. I saw
some downtown the other day in other colors green, yellow, and
blue. I just have to have some. These clamps are fun when
combined with other torture toys. A variation of these clamps is
the portable clothesline. The clamps on the latter are attached
to an elastic line a couple of feet long. This line can be
attached to the rack or chair, or whatever. Then the clamps hang
handily where they are needed. Placing the end ones on the tits
and rest on the cock and balls can be fun, too. The elastic line
must stretch almost to its limit to do this and puts a lot of
pull on the points pinched by the clamps. The only thing wrong
with this toy is that there are not enough clamps, just six or
so.
Elastic bands are a common but fun activity. I have small skinny
ones, thick ones the post office uses, and large thick bands of
black latex. The little ones are fun to apply tightly to the
penis and then snap for maximum reaction. This really wakes up a
slave. The tighter they can be applied the better. I have to work
My fingernails under them to grasp them to snap them or remove
them. They do tend to bruise even the most tough of shafts. This
can be another one of those quantity activities the more the
better. These hurt more when removing them than when putting them
on, which adds to the expectations of the slave. I like using a
package of the skinny ones in all different colors.
My greatest fan and victim of penis torture loves making Me new
toys to use on him. One of these is a set of steel clips. They
are particularly vicious, especially the longer they are left on.
I like attaching these to the penis head, the shaft, the ball
sack, underneath the balls, and, especially, the frenum. My, how
My victim jumps and cries with these! A variation to these is My
set of red enameledsteel fingernails. These are fun to pinch,
poke and jab with. They get a good round of response.
Midway through the penis torture training it's time for an
alcohol cooldown. This is lots of fun, and tends to be startling
to the slave if he doesn't expect it. I pour the liquid directly
on the penis from the bottle, or pour some in the palm of My hand
and slap it to the balls. The alcohol quickly revives an
inattentive slave, especially when it drips into those nooks and
crannies. It's good in any case for areas that have been worn
away a bit too much from all the fun and games. This is another
of those activities that can make a slave learn how to dance to
My tune.
I once had a travelling submissive stop with a small case full of
toys that he had developed. He showed Me some shocker goodies
that I craved to own and use. He said he would make some for Me
but I lost track of him before this happy event could occur.
Many slaves seem to have a fascination with tiny, sharp pointed
items. Spike heels, dagger fingernails and such send shivers down
their spines. I like to use spikes during penis torture, also. I
have a little red leather penis sheath with lovely little sharp
spikes on the inside. This ties on, so one size fits all. I like
to apply it to a hard erection. It's fun to playfully jerk on a
penis that is wearing this gem. I also have a long thick cord
imbedded with spikes. This wraps tightly around the penis for
more sharp fun. The spikes are not cutting sharp as I don't enjoy
the sight of blood; but they are certainly sharp enough to make
themselves known! I also have a leather kid glove with spikes
imbedded in the palm (outward, of course!) that I can wear when I
feel like caressing My slave's penis and balls. This can sure
cure those macho attitudes I detest so much. I have a black
leather penis and ball sheath with spikes on the inside, but
rarely use it because I don't particularly care for it. It
doesn't have the visual effects I like.
I sometimes indulge in urethral torment. This is only for the
most advanced pain slaves, however. I have put twentyfive Qtips
in a slit. I have tormented them with slick straws or tubes,
never made of glass. Cocktail stirrers made of plastic work well
for this, too. I have used medicine droppers to inject alcohol or
tiny amounts of BenGay lotion. I have a long tiny straw affixed
to a mouth freshener cap (Bianca, or such) that can deliver a
short quick spray in the urethra. This keeps a slave hopping. I
have used small amounts of liquid detergent, but only rarely as
this is too irritating. Sometimes I attach metal clips directly
to the sensitive skin at the mouth of the urethra, but this is
not one of those activities that can be tolerated for any amount
of time.
Occasionally, I have resorted to sewing the urethral slit closed.
This is fun. I wear clear vinyl gloves and clean the area well
first, applying alcohol. I like My slaves to be shaved for this
event. I use a sterilized sewing needle with ordinary sewing
thread with a knot tied at the end. Sewing foreskin feels a bit
like sewing thick cotton cloth, there is just a minimal amount of
resistance to the skin. Of course, the slave's resistance is
prevented with some good bondage. When pushing the needle through
scrotal skin it's like sewing canvass. Usually there is no
bleeding. I have sewn the penis down to the balls by sewing the
foreskin to the scrotal sack. The penis looks very odd when it is
all sewn up slaves find it unbelievable.
Another activity for the notfaintatheart is searing the penis
with hot wax. I like to use a white candle held about a foot
above the area I am dripping on. This produces a lot of jumping
and squirming from the slave. I've been told that white candles
burn hotter. Regardless, they are quite effective in any color. I
enjoy covering the entire penis and/or balls with a thick coating
of wax, then scrubbing it off with My stiff brush and beginning
again. The second time around is just as much fun as the first.
If I feel like it, I do it a third time. One slave once wanted Me
to put short birthday candles under his balls. The idea was to
light them and let them burn down. I declined. I'm a semi
vegetarian and the smell of burning meat makes Me nauseous.
However, the sight of a penis buried in a mountain of molted
white wax is like a fine work of art to Me.
Besides sewing, I have gotten into affixing pins and needles to
the foreskin and scrotal skin. This can be fun and is quite
bizarre in appearance. I use the same gloved technique I use for
penis sewing, only now I'm doing multiple piercing. This is only
temporary piercing. However, any livein slave is required to
have a ring permanently affixed if I so desire. I have pushed a
dozen pins and needles into the foreskin in separate places at
one time. I can double this amount in the scrotal skin. I find
the glittering points of silver to be very attractive.
I don't particularly like to culminate a penis torture session in
slave orgasm. It is really none of My concern whether or not the
slave has an orgasm. That is his problem, not Mine. The slave who
comes to Me with only an orgasm on his mind is better off going
elsewhere. I don't advocate free sex of any type, and I don't
feel there is any place for it in Female Domination. But that's
just My opinion. I do allow slave orgasm under the strictest of
conditions, governed entirely by Myself.
When a penis torture devotee is allowed an orgasm, he must be in
pain. I prefer to have him orgasm as I use the spike sheath, for
instance. This is not always possible, but some type of torment
must be present. If he cannot orgasm while in pain, too bad. I
simply do not care. His sexual needs are his own problem. My most
ardent fan of advanced penis torture must be cooled down by foot
tickling to keep him from orgasming too soon when the pain is
intense. This is rare. Sometimes I allow a slave to kneel at My
feet and show me how he abuses himself to orgasm, but he must be
undergoing some kind of discomfort at the least. At the crucial
point, I like to have a flog, strap, or crop handy so I can mete
out discipline immediately for such a vile act!
All in all, I thoroughly enjoy in engaging in the most strenuous
of penis tease, torment and torture. However, the slaves who have
a high level of tolerance for this kind of pain are extremely
rare. So when I find one, I like to have a long training session
of three or four hours. That way, I can indulge in all of those
fun activities to My heart's content. Any slave who is interested
in exploring penis torture with Me may contact Me for details.
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Customs Agents at Newark International Airport invest quite a sum of
money in tracking down illegal activity passing through their gates.
They even have special dogs trained to sniff out drugs. I guess that was
one of the reasons she encountered her special treatment.
One particular dog, a golden retriever, took a liking to her and
started sniffing her crotch. She tried to make friends with the dog.
That was when the first customs agent approached her.
"Will you step this way please, Ma'am."
There were three Customs Agents, and they were very polite, and, after
having gotten her to the side of the corridor, informed her that the
specially trained dog had given every indication that the "trained
scent" was prevalent on her. Federal law required that she be
individually searched prior to going any further.
She was then escorted by the three agents (one female and two male) down
a hall off of the public corridor, where we entered a room with several
desks and in the far corner was a doctor's exam table (she wondered what
that could possibly be used for amidst what otherwise looked like an
office?). She was told to sit at one of the desks and several standard
forms were handed to her. No problem - name, address, travel itinerary,
luggage contents, personal belongings, etc. By the time we had finished
completing the forms, her luggage arrived. The agents opened it in her
presence and individually removed and indexed each article from the
suitcases and placed them on a table. She was feeling a little
uncomfortable as the agent stated the items he was removing from her
suitcase: "blue blouse, red skirt, blue jeans, sheer nylons, lace bra,
white bikini panties, two-piece bathing suit, hair dryer, box of tampons
- 6 of 12 inside, douche syringe with enema attachment, suntan oil..."
The luggage inventory complete, she felt that she would soon be
released. One agent approached her, holding a scanning device, and
asked her to stand up, spread her legs, and hold her arms out straight.
She stood up and the agent approached her with the scanning device. He
ran it between her legs and placed it against her crotch, then he ran it
along both of her sides and across the top of her arms and down her
back. She stepped backward when the device was placed against her
crotch. "Please stand still, ma'am, so the device can detect whether
any metal objects are concealed in bodily orifices", she was told. She
tolerated the scanning and everything was ok...at least until the dog
was brought back into the room. He immediately went to her and put his
nose right into her crotch! When the agent pulled the dog away, he
repeated this procedure on three separate occasions. "We have every
indication that a controlled substance is concealed on your person",
they informed her. "This last test will confirm the need for further
physical interrogation." They had the dog smell a test substance, and
then they released him and, again, he went right to her crotch. She was
cuffed and secured in a chair across the room. While one male agent
stood guard, the other two agents exited through a door in the back of
the room. The remaining agent provided her both with an 8-ounce glass
of water and he instructed her that she had to drink all of it. Because
her hands were secured to the chair, he had to hold the glass and she
drank the water through a straw.
When the agents returned, they were joined by a man, dressed
professionally, but wearing a white lab coat. "This is Dr. David - he
will be conducting the physical interrogation. You will be searched for
controlled substances, otherwise known as a 'strip search', the agent
said.
"Young lady, let's take a look at you", said Dr. David as the female
agent led her toward the exam table.
Dr. David said, "I'm going to raise your shirt above your breasts to see
whether you're concealing anything in your bra", and he moved towards
her. Dr. David raised Beth's shirt above her bra.
"Nothing there - now, step out of your shoes so your pants can be
removed." She slipped off her sandals, and the female agent reached for
the button to her jeans. It seemed like no time before the button was
undone, the zipper pulled down and she was stepping out of her jeans.
"Are you a virgin?", he asked her. No answer. "Are you?", he
continued. Still no answer. "Well, I'm going to find out sooner or
later; please bend over the exam table".
The agent lead her to the exam table and she bent over. One thing for
sure was that she never had a problem with authority. She knew that she
was being humiliated but she also knew that cooperation was the best
response. With tear-filled eyes, she lay bent over the foot of the exam
table, her hands cuffed behind her back. Dr. David put on examining
gloves and turned toward her.
"First, I'm going to do a pelvic exam, then a rectal exam. We'll find
out just what you're hiding." She began to stand up, but the agent
placed her hand firmly upon her shoulder. Dr. David seated himself upon
a stool which put him at eye level with her hips. He placed his hand
upon her buttocks and pulled down her panties.
"Step out of your panties so we can send them to the laboratory to see
whether there has been any seepage", said Dr. David. She stepped out of
her panties and then Dr. David said, "This is going to be tight because
we can't use any contaminating lubricants"...and then she gasped!
"Yes, you are a virgin - quite rare for a young woman these days - no,
wait a minute, the hymen is ruptured - maybe not"...and Dr. David
concluded the pelvic exam. "Nothing in there - let's check the rectum",
Dr. David said.
"Again, no contaminating lubricant, so it's going to be tight"...Dr.
David adjusted his position on the stool and --- she moved forward and
gasped --- as Dr. David proceeded with the rectal exam. "Squeeze my
finger and bear down as if you're having a bowel movement...", he
instructed her. "Not sure, here...do you have anything up there?" She
whimpered, "No, sir". But Dr. David responded, "I'm not so sure...we'll
find out...Stand up and turn around to face me", he said as he concluded
the rectal exam. Dr. David slid back on the stool and she stood up and
turned around. The agents in the room, and even Dr. David, couldn't
help but notice her nice shape and firm buttocks.
"We must witness you urinate and this will be sampled by our
laboratory.", said Dr. David, as he placed a beaker between her legs.
In no time, the urine was filling the beaker. When she was finished,
Dr. David took a tissue and wiped between her legs and then he said,
"Both this wipe and the urine will be tested for foreign substances."
The agent moved a chair to the center of the room and Dr. David said,
"Stand over this commode. I am going to douche you to insure that there
are no foreign substances. That discharge, too, will be examined by her
laboratory." The chair had a toilet seat on it and a silver stainless
steel pan below the seat. She stood over the chair and Dr. David moved
towards her, holding a douche syringe in his hand. "Spread your legs
more", he instructed her. As she complied, Dr. David placed the nozzle
against her vaginal opening and squeezed the bulb. Liquid began to
trickle into and out of her vagina and into the commode, and then, when
all of the liquid was inserted, Dr. David withdrew the syringe and slid
on the stool away from her. The female agent removed the pan from below
the commode and replaced it with another.
"Finally, I am going to give you an enema. If you have hidden any
substance, it will be discharged within 5 minutes; if you're clean,
you'll simply discharge clear liquid. Please bend over." She stepped
away from the commode, turned around, and the agent held her arm as she
bent over with her buttocks facing Dr. David. He approached her and he
was holding a Fleet enema. He took one hand and spread her buttocks;
with the other hand he inserted the tip into her rectum ...and, once
inserted began to squeeze out the liquid. She gasped as her rectum was
again violated, but Dr. David was quick to insert the nozzle and
administer the enema. He removed the nozzle and slid on the stool away
from her and told her to sit on the commode. The female agent led her
to the commode and kept her hand on her shoulder while she sat there.
After several minutes, and during which time she had expelled the enema
in front of everybody, Dr. David said to the agent, "You can help her
off the commode and send the discharge to the lab." And the agent
responded, "Sure, looks like she's finished", as he helped her off of
the commode, cleansed her buttocks with tissue, and seated her on a
chair against the wall.
Dr. David approached her and said, "I'm positive you're hiding something
from the way that dog responded. Perhaps you discharged it before we
were able to get a hold of you. One final check to see whether there is
an elevated temperature." He had her stand and led her over to the exam
table. The agent helped her to sit on the table until Dr. David said,
"Lie back on the table, raise your knees and spread your legs, put your
feet in the stirrups...slide down so that your buttocks are on the
edge", he instructed.
Dr. David resumed his position on the stool between her legs as he said,
"These thermometers, one inserted in your vagina and one in your rectum,
will determine whether a foreign substance has raised the orifice
temperature...open your mouth for the other thermometer...we'll use that
to compare the temperatures...now, while the thermometers register, I am
going to trim some pubic hair to test for trace substances"....she could
hear the scissors cutting and she felt the hair being pulled and cut,
then she saw that it was placed in a plastic bag. She knew to lie still
for the procedure. She disliked this extremely - she had recently
visited the gynecologist...and she remembered, when she was younger, how
she objected to her mother using the rectal thermometer even though the
pediatrician encouraged it. After a few minutes, Dr. David spoke up and
said, "Let's look at those temperatures", and he stood to retrieve the
one from her mouth "98 point 6", her vagina "99 point 6" and her rectum
"99 point 6...no elevated temperature...I'm going to take a look with a
speculum."
She could hear a drawer sliding open and shut, and the movement of a
metal instrument. "Spread your legs wider so I can insert this...wider!
Don't close them!.. One of the female agents stepped forward and placed
her hands on her knees to separate them. Dr. David leaned forward and
she moaned "ooohhh" and her hips raised as the speculum was inserted.
"It looks like nothing's been in here! It has to have been in the
rectum, but that, too, was just as tight", Dr. David exclaimed as she
felt the speculum sliding from her and she heard Dr. David lay it down.
She heard some more noise and saw the profile of an l-shaped device with
a bullet-tipped end. "This is a rectal speculum so I can see inside of
you", Dr. David said, and with that she felt him place one of his hands
on her buttocks and expose her rectum. As the speculum was being
inserted, she emitted even a loader and more distressed moan of
discomfort. Dr. David moved the speculum in and out, and from side to
side as he conducted his examination. He was becoming very frustrated.
He leaned back as the speculum was removed - and she lowered her legs.
"You're one...", and Dr. David was interrupted...
Another agent burst into the room and said, "She's clean! DEA just...",
and then his eyes looked toward her side of the room... "Oh, excuse
me"...and he entered the room and walked away from the exam table. "As
I was saying, they're clean. DEA just searched the plane...one
seat...hers...loaded with stuff...
He looked towards her and said, "Our apologies", then left. She stood
up from the exam table and she ran to get her clothes...
The agents released her handcuffs and they were then quick to leave the
room and it didn't matter that she was still naked or that she had been
violated. Their interrogation was over. Soon, two male agents entered
the room and returned her clothes and personal belongings. They read a
prepared statement and asked her to sign it. She dressed and gathered
her belongings...and left the room. She never signed the statement.
But now, she needed to find a bathroom - or get home - or something,
because her loins were on fire! Yes, it had been humiliating, and yes
it had been embarrassing, but they also had stimulated her and she
needed to finish it off...
(c) 1996 PLAY DOCTOR (revised from earlier text)
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In <323d022d.497915846@nntp.ix.netcom.com> BH@whocares.com writes:
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>On 29 Aug 1996 10:09:34 GMT, Helen Reddy <Ready@or.not> wrote:
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>>Elect this goon and you can say goobye to all your picturs.
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>Will all you stupid left wing extremists stop spamming all these
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>All this election crap doesn't matter until election day which is a
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>
> Ignorant liberal Twatheads!!!
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From: alpina@magna.com.au (Julie)
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Subject: story no.2 - tell me what you think
Date: Tue, 17 Sep 1996 00:13:02 +1000
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My current boyfriend is the only sexual partner that I have ever had and
he dominates me completely. He has trained me so well that these days I
don't even think twice about fulfiling his sexual fantasies no matter how
bizarre or humiliating they may be. I remember the first time he tried
bring the exhibitionist out of me - My boyfriend dared me to walk across
the park with nothing more than a shirt on. On that particular day, it was
fairly windy and I suspect that quite a few people got to see a lot more
than a little bit of flesh. As it turned out, my boyfriend got me to take
off the whole shirt and to walk around the park naked. My reward being
that he fucked me there and then for all the world to see. It was
fantastic sex and I'll never forget it. Since then, we have often visited
that park, and on a couple of occasions, he has taken me there naked in
the car at night. When we get there, he lets me walk around like a wild
animal. The thrill of being caught is almost unimaginable.
As I said previously, my boyfriend is very dominant and he loves to see me
nude in very public places. I've stripped in every imaginable location for
him, ranging from in the car, train, bus, park, and even fire escapes.
Until recently, I felt that he never wanted us to get caught, but the
other day, we were coming back from the city in a train at approximately
10pm. We rarely catch public transport and when we do it's always the same
routine. That is, I wear as little as possible, and on the way back, we
get into the last carriage, he gets me to strip and we fuck. On this
occasion, he instructed me to wear a long dress, which had buttons from
top to bottom, and nothing else. As usual, all the buttons up to my crotch
were undone for the whole evening, and it took very little for passer-bys
to see between my legs. That night we went to dinner at some posh seafood
restaurant after which we spent most of the time walking around Darling
Harbour.
When we entered the train, we proceeded towards the last carriage. To our
enjoyment it was empty, but I felt that it wouldn't stay that way for
long, so I had no intentions of doing anything too adventurous. Having
time to chat, I stupidly made the remark that our sex routine in the train
was becoming a little too predictable and perhaps just a little bit
boring. Did he get the shits or what? My god, aren't I allowed to make a
statement I thought? For the next 2 stops he hardly talked to me at all,
leading me to think that I was going to be sent to bed unsatisfied. Then,
spontaneously, he began to unbutton my dress, until every button was
undone. I felt really uncomfortable for I knew that we had not passed
Strathfield station yet, and that he had never undressed me before the
last 2 stations, at which time we usually have a quick 5 minute fuck.
There was no doubt about it, this occasion was going to be different. Just
how different, I was soon going to find out. He made it quite clear to me
that when we arrive at Strathfield, that I was allowed to wrap the dress
around my body, but not do up any of the buttons. When the train stopped,
2 men and 1 woman entered the carriage, and it was very obvious that they
were aware of my predicament, so much so that one of the men smiled at my
boyfriend, and asked him whether I was his or simply on loan. It made me
feel so cheap, and at the same time, so horny that my whole body began to
shake. My boyfriend did not answer him, but rather he slid his hand under
my dress and touched my tit. I was shocked, not because I didn't enjoy it,
but because it was so uncharacteristic of him.
A few stations later we were again alone, and I knew that the night was
anything but over. He asked me if I was game to take off my dress and get
off the train naked. Hoping that he was testing me, and being well aware
from past experiences that if I said no, he would make me do it, I had
little alternative but to hope that he was joking and say yes. Thankfully,
I know him well. We got off the train, and I was allowed to keep my dress
on, but my buttons had to remain undone. Not that it made a big
difference, for the station was deserted.
As we began to walk home, he continuously lifted up my dress and showed
the world my arse. When we turned off the main road, the time was
approximately 11:30pm and what he said next almost made my jaw dropped. He
was asking me to take off my dress and walk the remaining 300 or so metres
naked. Was he joking? I have friends that live on this street! Instantly,
I thought he was joking, but believe me he wasn't. What choice did I have?
This man has got me under some sort of trance whereby I'm compelled to do
whatever he asks, not once ever denying him. So, off came the dress. The
road is always dead and this night was no exception. Eventually, we got
home and to my knowledge undetected by our neighbours. That night we
fucked for hours, and never again will I accuse my boyfriend of getting
into a routine, for who knows what demands he may place on me next time.
Love,
Julie.
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From: iamhere@fl.net.au (iamhere)
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Subject: Abedtime (Real Nasty)
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"A Bedtime Story For Timmy"
When I was 15 I used to have sleep over
parties.
I would invite my two best friends Mindy and Lisa and we'd stay up
all
night telling ghost stories, doing each other's hair, listening to the
radio and reading Cosmopolitan for juicy sex stories. Most of them we
didn't
understand but the ones we did made us very curious. Mindy told
us about the
experiences she'd had with boys in our grade but Lisa and I
didn't believe her.
Sure she'd been out on dates but we knew her mother
had to drive so what
really could have happened?
One night we decided (by group consensus) it was
time to put away childish
things and "become women." We waited until Mindy's
parents went to sleep
and then got dressed up in some of her older sister's
clothes. I put on
lots of makeup, a tight miniskirt with black stockings, her
mother's pearls
and a jean jacket. Mindy found a black sundress that required
about a
pound of Kleenex be stuffed into her bra. Lisa actually put on her
new
cheerleader outfit and after being dared by me, took off her underwear.
So
now we were ready. Our destination was clear. We were going to the
McDonalds
where (we assumed) all the older kids hung out. Before we
went Mindy made us
promise that no matter what happened that night we
would never tell anyone.
Lisa and I agreed but Mindy wanted assurance.
She said she wanted to swear some
sort of oath so that we would know the
importance of secrecy. She must have
had a clear idea of what she wanted
to do that night because she came back from
the kitchen with the pot
my mom used for soup. She squatted on top of it and
proceeded to defecate
into it RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. I was frozen with the
weirdest combination
of horror and fascination I've ever felt. Lisa couldn't
stop laughing.
When Mindy finished she pulled down her sundress and DEMANDED
that each
of us "add to the pot," which we reluctantly did. After it was over
Mindy
pulled out a big wooden spoon and stirred the contents of the pot as if
it
were my mom's mushroom barley soup. Then she reached in, scooped some out
with her finger and wiped it on her gums. I took a step back because I
knew
what would happen next but Lisa apparently did not. Mindy ran forward,
tackled
Lisa and shoved her hand into the pot forcing her to wipe the feces
into her
own mouth. Lisa gagged a lot and eventually puked but she did it,
it was over.
Mindy got up, brushed herself off and looked straight into my
eyes. Would it
be a struggle or would I simply go along with the idea?
It's not worth going
into the complexities of my relationship with Mindy
or the years I've spent in
therapy becuse of them, so let it suffice to
say that going through with it was
the lesser of two evils. I walked toward
the pot, bent over and scooped out a
huge chunk, never for a second taking
my eyes off Mindy's. I opened my mouth
and shoved the huge load in gagging
immediately and spitting it out, tears
streaming from my eyes. Mindy was
visibly impressed so I picked up what I'd
dropped, still never unlocking
our gaze, and wiped a lesser amount on the
inside of my lips.
It was done.
The almost mystical mood set by Mindy was
broken as we thouroughly rinsed
with mouthwash after mouthwash: Listerine to
kill the bacteria and worms
that we were sure took up residence in gums and
Scope for that "fresh
minty taste." Looking back I realize that getting the
taste out of our
mouths was the easy part. Getting it out of our brains would
take quite
a bit longer...
At the McDonalds there was the usual assortment of
high school guys: smoking,
talking, laughing and acting real cool. We bought
Cokes and sat at a table
by a window pretending not to notice the ones who were
definitely staring.
A couple of guys sat at our table for awhile and even
invited us to a college
party. Lisa and I said yes but Mindy vetoed the idea
with the slightest turn
of her head. She said something to the effect that "it
wasn't what she had
in mind." We stayed in the booth for a couple more hours
'til it seemed the
night would be a total waste. A few times guys tried to
pick us up but each
time Mindy shot them down quicker than the last. I got up
and started talking
to one of the guys that invited us to the party. I
promised him that if
my friend didn't make up her mind soon about what she
wanted to do I would
definitely go with him.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Mindy slide out of the booth and strut over
to where two guys were sitting.
They looked more like truck drivers in their
thirties than college guys but
they were polite and invited Mindy to sit
with them. There was no way from
this distance I could hear what they were
saying, especially with this guy
talking in my face, but I could see them
laughing and becoming REAL touchy, as
in touchy-feely. Mindy was running
some game on them and they were eating it
up. I excused myself to rejoin
Lisa at the booth so we could discuss what we
thought Mindy was up to but no
sooner had I gotten there than Mindy AND the two
guys joined us. Their
names were Dave and Steve and they were very polite.
Steve was much sexier
in both appearance and attitude but Dave had the better
body--- not that I
think about those things... After about another hour and
another round
of Cokes we decided to go back to Steve's place. It wasn't even
a decision
we made so much as what seemed to be "the natural order of
things."
It was about midnight when we got to Steve's apartment. There was a
party
going on a few floors above him and we all thought it would be fun to
crash
it after awhile. He opened the door for Lisa and we all went in single
file.
No sooner had the door shut than Dave wheeled around and kicked Lisa in
the
stomach sending her reeling to the floor. I froze until I felt two
powerful
arms from behind pick me up and throw me onto the couch. My face hit
the
wooden arm of the couch causing me to bite my tongue which bled
profusely.
Mindy, meanwhile, had run to the door not to escape, but to lock it
and
stay in! That's when I knew...
Dave jumped into the corner where Lisa had
fallen, grabbed a handful
of her hair and used it to bash her head into the
wall. Instead of
screaming for help Lisa kept screaming "HARDER!, HARDER!"
Dave stopped
long enough to pull out a small razor and cut Lisa lengthwise down
the arm
about three inches from the shoulder. Then he stuck out his tongue
and
licked the blood away in long vertical swipes. That was all I could see
of
Lisa because Steve had climbed on top of me and unzipped his fly forcing
himself into my mouth. The thrusting motions pushed the blood farther into
my
throat until I could no longer breathe, but every time I thought I'd pass
out
he'd pull back and allow me a gulp of air; not enough to feel comfortable,
but
enough to restore consciousness. This went on and on for what seemed
like an
eternity until I managed enough strength to push him onto the floor.
I stood
up, pulled up my skirt slowly, peeled down my undies and got on top
of him.
All he kept saying was "lovely, lovely..." which freaked me out 5
years later
when I finally rented "Frenzy."
On the other side of the room Mindy and Dave
were taking turns cutting
Lisa with the razor and wiping the blood on their
faces while kissing. Lisa
was too out of it to notice but Dave had his fist
and most of his arm
up inside her. When Mindy tried to pull his arm out Dave
punched her in
the face throwing her backward about ten feet. Still, Mindy
hobbled
back toward him pleading with him to do it again which he promptly did.
Her
face was all smeared with blood, both her own and Lisa's and her
features
were severely distorted yet she kept begging him to hit her over and
over
again. When she finally couldn't muster the strength to crawl toward
him,
he crawled toward her, got on top of her, lifted her sundress and
pounded
himself into her so hard that I could see blood ooze from where their
wastes were locked. Mindy was half conscious but she was definitely loving
it.
Lisa meanwhile had vomited while lying on her back and was choking up
little bubbles. I got off Steve long enough to turn Lisa over so she
could
breathe but ran back to him fast enough to resume our activity.
Apparently he
was upset at the interruption and pulled on the back of
my hair snapping my
head back forcefully. He took out a razor of his own
and made a small nick VERY
close to my jugular vein. Not close enough
to do damage but close enough to
excite me like nothing ever has since.
After that I did anything he wanted and
even suggested a few things he'd
never thought of. I didn't speak (not words
anyway) but simply motioned
what I'd like him to do to me. If he disagreed
he'd simply slap me
across the face or punch me hard in the kidneys. If he
liked my suggestion
(like the one with the soldering iron) he'd do it
instantly, wordlessly.
There was blood everywhere: running down my neck, out
my legs, from my behind,
my mouth, everywhere. Lisa was still trying to turn
over in her own pile
of vomit and blood and Mindy was as beaten and bruised as
a person could
possibly be without dying, yet was moaning in ecstasy.
The last
thing I remember was Steve's fist coming straight at my face
with a fierce
velocity. After that it was blackness.
More blackness followed by a
smattering of light as my swollen eyes tried
to open. I was in some very small
room with wet things all around me. I
crawled out to discover that the three
of us had ben placed in a dumpster
behind the Drive-in theater. My skirt was
missing and I only had ripped
underwear and a t-shirt on. Lisa had only the
top of her cheerleader
outfit and Mindy was completely nude. I gathered the
three of us together (it
must have been about 4 in the morning) and we hobbled
home confident that we'd
had the greatest night of our lives.
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From: j.morrison@doors.electra.rec.com (J.Morrisson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Re: (fwd) A masturbation story 1
Date: 16 Sep 1996 09:58:57 GMT
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In article <1765146623.17280402@lamg.com>, CatGuy@lamg.com wrote:
> In article <199609032249.SAA00427@Omega.Capital.Net>, PupDoesIt
> <thwhite@capital.net> wrote:
>
>
> > I was frantic as I opened the envelope and found several pictures
> > inside. They were clearly pictures of my show on the hill.
>
> > On the bottom it said I could have the
> > negatives if I came for them.
> >
>
>
> BornToRun,New@Balance.Com,Internet writes:
> <<<Duh! Try for a little realism. To have instant photos, she would have had
> to have a Polaroid. No negs. Think about it!!!>>>
>
> REPLY:
>
> My grandfather worked as a news photographer for the N.Y. Times back in
> the pre-television days. They kept all the chemicals for a dark room in the
> back seat of the car. WHile the reporter drive, the photographer developed
> the film and printed up selected shots, which would be ready by the time they
> got back to the newspaper.
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"YES, SON .."
"I WANT TO KILL YOU .. "
"MOTHER ....."
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-The Lizard King.
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In article <01bba25c$efe3df40$163a989e@pitstop.demon.co.uk>,
mark.thomas@cityscape.co.uk says...
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>> countries. but there are just as many fat dudes in england and
germany
>as
>> there is in america
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>You obviously havn't been out of the US for a while. I was in the
states in
>may-july
>and was shocked at the amount of FAT FUCKS over there!
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>Bye
I have to agree on this one, when i came to US four years ago i surpised
to see so many fat guys and bitches
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From: Estragon <rgt@well.com>
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Subject: Celestially Seasoned Estragon: "Memories of Underdevelopment," V/7 (femdom)
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Estragon: Memories of Underdevelopment, V/7
(Copyright 1996, Estragon Productions
For adults only)
[Note: the author has given up trying to compute the number of chapters
Erica requires to tell her story, but he has every hope that the chapter
following the present one, the sixth, will be her last.]
Despite the pain Leila had caused him, Richard made a good impression. He
didnÕt fight his feelings at all. He dropped to the floor in honest
agony, a really heavy, thumping drop, like an enormous sack of flour. He
was still groaning in short, thick breaths, but he managed to pant out
the words, ÒThank you, Leila,Ó which we felt showed real class on his
part.
I donÕt know what Richard was imagining when he pleaded with us to do him
in, but I canÕt believe it was this. Poking, jabbing, slapping,
scratching - they can be pretty brutal, pretty hard on a male, as Leila
and I well knew, but somehow thereÕs always an element of play in them
all the same. If you think about it, theyÕre entirely girlish things to
do. They pit girl-force against man-force. But this knee-to-the-nuts
business - it takes everything away from a guy, including the thought
that he still has his muscles, even if he canÕt remember how to use them.
If Richard had any such thought, somewhere in the back of his mind,
LeilaÕs knee did away with it in two seconds.
But I have to clear up a possible misunderstanding about this. IÕm not
saying that when girls have a man in their power heÕs still somehow a
volunteer. When a man is yours, heÕs yours. He doesnÕt have a choice.
HeÕs genuinely helpless. It isnÕt an act, it isnÕt a gentlemanÕs
agreement. People who havenÕt experienced such things have trouble
understanding what I mean. ÒHeÕs a man, a big man,Ó they say, Òand youÕre
girls. He could just get up and leave. He could push you aside, even do
something nasty to get back at you. Men do get violent, you know.Ó ThatÕs
true, men do. And itÕs nothing to take lightly. But those are the crazies
Leila was always guarding against, men who feel so weak, she said, they
couldnÕt bear it and wanted revenge. Their big bodies made them
dangerous, no question. But what moved them was the same awe and
humiliation that made most men helpless in a way we could always be sure
of. You know when a man is helpless. You donÕt defeat him with physical
force. If you tie him up, itÕs for convenience, to restrain his reflexes,
to help HIM, or just for the symbolism of it. You really conquer him with
femaleness - with your looks and smell and teasing, and with your own
self-confidence. You whip him, yes, but with your pussy, remember, a
thing as savage in its power as it is sweet and innocent in appearance.
And when you have him, you just KNOW you have him. ThereÕs nothing to be
afraid of. HeÕs helpless and thatÕs all there is to it. The fact is, big
and brawny as he may be, youÕve got him pinned. ThereÕs no chance heÕs
going to suddenly get up and push you aside and split. No chance. He
might as well be as tiny as Hop-oÕ-My-Thumb. HeÕs not just playing at
submission either. HeÕs lost. HeÕs yours. He canÕt call it off. CanÕt
say, ÒThat was fun, but I gotta go now.Ó People who havenÕt seen it donÕt
understand this. When you have a man in that state, your power over him
is stronger than a prison, and stronger than the heaviest chains and
tightest cords. You have to see it to believe it. You have to have a man
enthralled. It should be part of every girlÕs education. They should
teach it in school.
This power as a female is the important thing, the basic thing. I
wouldnÕt want anyone to misunderstand my views about that. ItÕs SEXUAL
power: itÕs what we have instead of brute strength, and itÕs much
stronger and a total delight. But the knee-to-the-groin IS brutal,
because it attacks a male with his own weapon, or in his own element, or
something. ItÕs not just pussy-whipping. ItÕs plain fucking whipping! It
hurts him cruelly in his body and his pride. ItÕs like a short-circuit
past his own desire. Which means that it only contributes to his sense of
enslavement once youÕve put him in that condition by normal forms of
whipping.
You could tell almost from the minute it happened that something had
changed in Richard. You could see it in his eyes. HeÕd been overpowered
already, yes, but now you could see a new emotion, fear, take first place
in his look and attitude. Fear in the way he stole glances at Leila and
me, fear in his posture, in the tentative way he spoke and moved. It was
partly that heÕd learned what damage a young girl was capable of doing,
but also that she was capable of THINKING it, desiring it, carrying it
out calmly, with total indifference to his suffering. Given that he had
this pitiful weakness dangling between his legs, realizing what a girl
was WILLING to do with it must have meant even more to Richard than the
terrible pain itself. That would pass, and they say pain is difficult to
remember, but the blinding recognition of what lay treasured in a
fifteen-year-old virgin heart - that would be impossible to forget.
Later, when we were alone again, Leila couldnÕt stop expounding on the
excellent thing that had happened. RichardÕs fear, his haste to thank
her, his utterly defeated manner when his pain finally subsided,
everything that showed him to be more deeply enslaved than ever - Leila
found it all totally exhilarating, as if it had taken her far beyond our
fantasies. And of course she wanted me with her on the journey.
ÒItÕs the most liberating thing IÕve every felt, Erica,Ó she said. ÒTo do
this forbidden thing, and not to hold back a bit, and not to care how he
feels about it or what it does to him, because heÕs only a body, a big,
massive, aching pushover. You see his Fricks and you have the right. A
girl HAS to feel it, Erica. YOU do.Ó
So we spent several afternoons concentrating on this project of playing
with RichardÕs new-found fearful respect for girls. Leila had definite
ideas about method, naturally. For instance, it was very important in her
view that the girlÕs knee be naked - no tights, no jeans - when it met
the boyÕs testicles, which would be naked as well. No jock-strap would be
needed, since the boy would of course be paying top-dollar for the
privilege of being seen bare. Many days, building up to the
Òknee-experienceÓ (as we began calling it) was our whole activity with
Richard. WeÕd strip him down very slowly, talking about what lay ahead
the whole time. ÒSoon it will happen, Richie,Ó weÕd say, or words to that
effect, relentlessly building his suspense and anxiety, but teasing him
all the while in familiar ways too, so that he was constantly torn
between arousal, which is one sort of defeat, and fear, which is another.
ÒSoon youÕll be naked, Rich. Soon youÕll spread your legs. Soon a girl
will stand facing you. Soon....Ó
Leila and I enjoyed the dizzying effect a regular, slow stripping had on
a male too much to hurry the process along. We took plenty of time, and
saw the same effect again and again, with every single male we whipped,
no matter how old or young. And no matter what weÕd already put him
through or what he knew we were going to. That long-awaited moment of
uncovering, when you finally let him bare his body completely to you,
always caused such a strong emotion in him that you could see it in his
muscles as well as his face. Maybe he had next to nothing covering him, a
jock-strap or a wisp of fabric, or his shorts that youÕd gradually
slipped down over his pubic hair and inched along the shaft of his penis
until everything was visible except the very tip - even if that was all
there was between him and total exposure, slipping the cover off that
last inch of penis always brought a male to a deeper level of
helplessness. If he was standing, his stomach sagged somewhat. He wasnÕt
putting on any airs any more. You had him and he had no place to hide.
And then weÕd have our grateful, naked, quivering
erection-with-a-boy-attached standing humbly before us, and Leila would
say, ÒRichie, spread your legs as far apart as you can. Erica will do you
today. ItÕs soon now, Rich. Erica, whenever youÕre ready.Ó
Sometimes Leila would hold him steady, sometimes not. Then IÕd do it,
taking maybe a practice aim first, then, when a little suspense had built
up, letting my knee go into him. HeÕd rasp and groan and give me a sudden
pleading look and IÕd give him a quick look of approval and heÕd crumble.
The whole thing, the act, the sounds, the looks, took a couple of
seconds. HeÕd never forget to pant out his thank you.
Now and then we liked to make a Òfair contestÓ out of it. WeÕd strip
Richard down at our leisure, teasing him up to the point where he was
desperate. Then Leila might say, ÒOkay, Rich. WeÕre going to give you a
chance to defend yourself. YouÕll have to be handicapped somewhat,
because you ARE a big, strong male...Ó - sheÕd give his penis a light
stroke as she said this and make him whimper with longing and gratitude -
Òso, in addition to being nude, youÕll be, oh, restrained a bit, you
know.Ó
WeÕd tape RichardÕs wrists together behind his back, and usually weÕd
tape his ankles close together too so he could barely hobble around. This
form of movement was enjoyable to watch, because it made Richard waddle
from side to side when he walked and caused his sex-organs to lurch
furiously with every tiny step. Sometimes weÕd also tape his penis up
against his abdomen, but not always. Then weÕd tell him we were going to
catch him and give him the knee. But he could try to fight us with
whatever he had. He could swing his torso from side to side, pull back if
one of us grabbed his penis, simply bend over in the old familiar way,
whatever he liked. When we finally landed our blow, that would be
punishment enough for all his resistance. Naturally, he didnÕt stand a
chance. Sooner or later one of us would take him from behind and wrap her
arms around his middle and press herself against his naked back to form a
kind of splint to assist the girl in front in doing her damage. Richard
couldnÕt resist the sensation of a female body against his own. Even
though he knew what would become of him, he needed that feeling so badly
- he was so hungry for the slightest hint of breasts and hips and hard
round pubic mound - that he had no will to resist. HeÕd practically fall
into the girlÕs arms. HeÕd obey every order, although it doomed him, for
the smallest increase of feminine pressure it might provide.
She might stretch his body backwards toward her, force him onto his toes,
until, with his ankles taped and his thighs closed tight to allow no
escape for his organs, he resembled a slender bow, graceful and almost
feminine. Then came the knee, and his support-girl would release him, and
heÕd sink in slow-motion to the floor, in a beautiful S-shape which weÕd
watch with fascination as it turned into the fetal-position Richard would
not be coming out of for quite a while.
These interludes in which our broken young man just lay at our feet were
actually very important. They did something to change our relationship
with Richard. You could say they made the three of us more intimate.
Richard was still a male, so of course intimacy had its limits. But a
male wasnÕt much. That was the real point. WeÕd always said it, always
felt it, but when heÕs lying folded up on your floor like that..., well,
thereÕs no need even to mention it. ItÕs so terrifically true you almost
(I say almost!) pity him. Male and female didnÕt seem like comparable
things to any degree any more. There was just nothing parallel between
them. We got to be intimate with Richard the way we might have with a
pet. We gave him privileges that hardly seemed like privileges to us
because he was more like a slavish doggy than like a human being.
Little by little we began to show Richard more and more of what Leila
liked to call our Ònature.Ó We continued to say this was a great
privilege - which meant, of course, a great payment by him - but in our
hearts we didnÕt feel the least bit compromised by what we revealed. He
was a different breed, a lower species. He was a male, and one whoÕd
learned to view the dainty little cap of a skinny girlÕs knee with total
awe. WeÕd often take him shopping with us, for instance, and heÕd have to
wait outside dressing-rooms and run around fetching us different sizes
and colors of the things we were trying on. He was often the one male in
a sea of women and girls. The air would be full of perfume and you could
see that Richard was going quickly mad with lust, intoxicated by the
sight and scent of women and humbled by the knowledge that the
high-handed way we dealt with him was visible and amusing to dozens of
females at a time. Since for such outings we made him wear a jock-strap
as a truss UNDER his testicles, and no underwear otherwise, his wagging
erection was quite noticeable to anyone who cared to look.
When we got home, with Richard piled up with our bundles, we would try on
our new things. First, weÕd have him strip. By then he had the
bend-when-youÕre-hard rule like a habit. We wouldnÕt have to say a thing.
WeÕd turn our backs and look again and there was naked, swollen Richard,
in a submissive L-posture. At this point we might remind him of how the
day was sure to end with a close encounter between soft male and hard
female. WeÕd have him open our bags and hand us things, and weÕd change
into them right in the room, with our backs to him of course. HeÕd get to
see our bra-straps and sometimes our panties from behind, and if it was
underwear weÕd bought, then heÕd see our naked backs and even our
buttocks. But heÕd pay for these incredible privileges later on with some
truly painful, very focused cracks of a ruler or spoon or whatever
implement seemed promising to his penis and balls. Sometimes we resorted
to our tried and true pepper-sauce-followed-by-a-stiff-brushing
technique, which had made such a strong impression on the younger lads.
This treatment made Richard ejaculate great gushes of sperm which Leila
and I sometimes had to dodge, it came jetting out so suddenly. Then weÕd
end the day with a kneeing, which he took all the harder because he was
already worn out and milked, and because, since it had gotten late, we
couldnÕt allow him a lot of recovery time.
Richard told us that for days after such treatment his penis would be so
raw it was a torture for him even to have clothes on. He couldnÕt even
touch it to pee, let alone to jerk off, despite the fact that it got
hard. When he had to pee, he said, heÕd just hang over the toilet-bowl
pretty much the way he bent low for us, so that his penis would be aimed
downward. Once we knew this, naturally weÕd force him on such days to
masturbate for us: heÕd do it with tears in his eyes, but heÕd shoot
plenty of gunk all the same.
Over the space of a couple of months we satisfied years of curiosity with
RichardÕs help - or helplessness - and that of another college-boy we
also gave time to, Danny, a big bruiser with a hairy body (until we
smeared it all over with Nair) who fell for us hard (I mean literally,
once we got our knees up) and who had a hilarious curved penis, the poor
thing. But I canÕt get started on that here, IÕm sorry to say, because
the story of Bob still has to be told, and that was the original point of
all this other stuff. Suffice it to say that, between Richard and Danny,
Leila and I got to experience just about all the things we contemplated
in our private ÒIf you had a penisÓ game. I even got my piggy-back ride
on a naked maleÕs shoulders, and more than once too. It meant so much to
the fellows to feel my hardness resting shamelessly against their necks,
digging in, making them bend their heads beneath my strong, irresistible
mound.
Leila never ran out of ideas, but maybe her most brilliant idea was the
Òsolid gold enema.Ó This was as close as weÕd come to truly fucking a
guy, filling HIM with liquid of ours, she said. WeÕd collect our pee in
the douche-bag. We had to do this before Richard or Danny showed up. WeÕd
make sure to have lots of liquids, juice, coffee, water, and then weÕd
pee it all into a big bowl with a pouring-lip. Leila would hold the bowl
under me, and then I would hold it under her. We genuinely enjoyed peeing
this way in front of one another. WeÕd make jokes about the color and the
sound of the pee as it rose in the bowl. Then weÕd fill the douche-bag
with it.
When Richard showed up, weÕd have him undress and weÕd stick his penis up
against his abdomen with a narrow strip of duct-tape. Then heÕd have to
lie face-down on the floor, but with one of those fuzzy, sisal doormats
under his middle. This way the underside of his penis and his balls would
be able to enjoy the wonderful irritating sensation of the doormat
pricking and pressing into them. Then Leila would sit on his thighs and I
would straddle his back facing her. WeÕd push down on his buttocks a few
times to make sure the doormat was digging in and chafing him. Then Leila
would insert the nozzle of the douche-bag up RichardÕs ass - the fat,
long douche-nozzle too, not the cute little enema spout - and start to
fill him up with our very superior four-star gold-pale pee. The sweet
girl-liquid streaming into him always made him press his middle downward,
by reflex I guess, because this only brought the prickly mat to his
pained attention and he would then lift himself back into the nozzle,
which reminded him that being fucked was no treat either.
When the bag was empty, Leila would stop up RichardÕs hole with the
butt-plug and advise him to squeeze himself tight and Òfeel Erica and me
sloshing around your insides.Ó
ÒIsnÕt it a beautiful thing, Richie,Ó Leila would say, Òto feel the gift
of the girls you love deep within your body?Ó
Richard would give a dutiful thanks, which Leila wouldnÕt pay attention
to. ÒIsnÕt nature beautiful and mysterious?Ó sheÕd say. ÒWhat profound
joy it must be giving you, Richie Rich, to have our precious fluids
churning up all this new life inside you. Soon, sweet boy, youÕll be
having...youÕll be having...our pee, by God! It makes me so proud.Ó
Richard was too uncomfortable to agree, but we could hear the watery
groan inside him. ÒIt burns,Ó he whispered.
ÒDonÕt think about it, darling,Ó Leila said. ÒDig into the mat, why donÕt
you? Feel those fibers against your manly parts. That should get you
through.Ó
WeÕd keep sitting on him and enjoying the sight of his writhing and the
amusing ride we were getting from it. Every squirm, every twitch and
cramp, made Richard feel like a boat tossing on a girl-made sea. After a
long time, as his agony grew and his heaving became more and more
violent, weÕd let him race off to the bathroom in a mad, twisted sort of
dash, his buttocks and thighs squeezing for dear life.
ÒBut it IS beautiful,Ó Leila said softly to me while Richard was gone.
ÒTo have him like this, to have done this.... You have to look at it the
right way. As a wonderful, good thing. What could be wrong about it?
Richard is so happy in his pain, so sure itÕs the way things are meant to
be, and heÕll remember it all his life, just as he says he will. Some
day, when heÕs married and has children, little girls maybe, heÕll be
watching them play and his mind will drift back to us, the little girls
who werenÕt so little who put the damage on him. Whether he wants it or
not, his mind will come back to us. IÕm so happy to have done it, Erica.
And to have you with me doing it.Ó She took my hand and brought it to her
lips. ÒLife is beautiful,Ó she said. I noticed her eyes. They were
shining, and totally sincere.
end of part five
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From: nastyman
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Subject: slut wife/inter. impreg./nasty stories
Date: 15 Sep 1996 12:01:25 -0700
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How about some more new/not previous posted stories about this popular fantasy. Any prospective writers out there willing to give it a shot? Boomer did this very well. Can anyone improve on these types?
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From: knestle@interaccess.com (Ken Nestle)
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Subject: Animal Antics 008 (00/12)
Date: 15 Sep 1996 17:49:42 GMT
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ANIMAL ANITCIS 008
This time we have a high-school girl who explores sex with a female
classmate, then her brother, then their 'babysitter', and finally her
gymnastics coach.
=========================================
I have recieved many compliments on my previous postings,
and a number of requests for more of the same.
Unfortunately it takes a great deal of time to convert the rough,
disjointed, and incomplete texts, originally created for my own pleasure,
into polished, coherent, and finished stories suitable for posting.
Therefore, if you would like to recieve this story, complete,
including the missing chapters, via e-mail, please send $1.00 to:
Ken Nestle
468 Mallview
Bolingbrook, IL 60440
ANIMAL ANTICS will be a continuing series. At this time I can promise one
story a week for two years. The series will be at least 104 stories, and
possibly as many as 130 or 150.
The themes of the ANIMAL ANTICS stories will be approximately 75% equine,
10% canine, 10% whole-family incest, and 5% various: brother/sister incest,
teenage sluts, etc.
If you would like to recieve these stories by e-mail on a regular basis, at
a reduced rate, I am accepting subscriptions at the following rates.
$1.00 for one ($1.32 per story with postage)
$5.00 for five ($1.00 per story, you save on postage)
$10.00 for twenty ($.50 per story)
$20.00 for fifty ($.40 per story)
$50.00 for the whole series. - This is a gamble. The series will be at
least 104 stories, in which case you just save the trouble of
re-subscribing. But it will probably run to 130 stories, and possibly 150,
in which case you save big time. You pays your money, and you takes your
chance.
I don't need (and don't want) a name or snail-mail address.
I don't want your checks (though I will accept them).
I would prefer US paper currency, wrapped in a single piece of paper
bearing your e-mail address, and the number of the story you need missing
chapters for.
Example: jschmoo@internet.com / AA xxx
That's all I need. (I will assume the risk for anything lost in the mails)
If you want to begin a subscription with the remaing chapters of a specific
story, the NUMBER ( xxx ) of the story is important. I get many requests
asking for missing chapters, and no NUMBER to tell me which story. This
just slows down the process.
If there is any confusion about which story you want to complete, or if you
just want to begin a subscription, I will start your subscription with the
story being posted the following Saturday/Sunday. I will e-mail one story
per week until your subscription runs out.
If, at any time, you feel I have not provided what I promised, or that the
quailty of the material is not acceptable, you may cancel your subscription
and I will refund your payment in full. Nothing will be pro-rated.
You ain't happy, I ain't happy.
Ken
--
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If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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From: knestle@interaccess.com (Ken Nestle)
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Subject: Animal Antics 008 (00/12)
Date: 19 Sep 1996 00:17:12 GMT
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ANIMAL ANITCIS 008
This time we have a high-school girl who explores sex with a female
classmate, then her brother, then their 'babysitter', and finally her
gymnastics coach.
=========================================
I have recieved many compliments on my previous postings,
and a number of requests for more of the same.
Unfortunately it takes a great deal of time to convert the rough,
disjointed, and incomplete texts, originally created for my own pleasure,
into polished, coherent, and finished stories suitable for posting.
Therefore, if you would like to recieve this story, complete,
including the missing chapters, via e-mail, please send $1.00 to:
Ken Nestle
468 Mallview
Bolingbrook, IL 60440
ANIMAL ANTICS will be a continuing series. At this time I can promise one
story a week for two years. The series will be at least 104 stories, and
possibly as many as 130 or 150.
The themes of the ANIMAL ANTICS stories will be approximately 75% equine,
10% canine, 10% whole-family incest, and 5% various: brother/sister incest,
teenage sluts, etc.
If you would like to recieve these stories by e-mail on a regular basis, at
a reduced rate, I am accepting subscriptions at the following rates.
$1.00 for one ($1.32 per story with postage)
$5.00 for five ($1.00 per story, you save on postage)
$10.00 for twenty ($.50 per story)
$20.00 for fifty ($.40 per story)
$50.00 for the whole series. - This is a gamble. The series will be at
least 104 stories, in which case you just save the trouble of
re-subscribing. But it will probably run to 130 stories, and possibly 150,
in which case you save big time. You pays your money, and you takes your
chance.
I don't need (and don't want) a name or snail-mail address.
I don't want your checks (though I will accept them).
I would prefer US paper currency, wrapped in a single piece of paper
bearing your e-mail address, and the number of the story you need missing
chapters for.
Example: jschmoo@internet.com / AA xxx
That's all I need. (I will assume the risk for anything lost in the mails)
If you want to begin a subscription with the remaing chapters of a specific
story, the NUMBER ( xxx ) of the story is important. I get many requests
asking for missing chapters, and no NUMBER to tell me which story. This
just slows down the process.
If there is any confusion about which story you want to complete, or if you
just want to begin a subscription, I will start your subscription with the
story being posted the following Saturday/Sunday. I will e-mail one story
per week until your subscription runs out.
If, at any time, you feel I have not provided what I promised, or that the
quailty of the material is not acceptable, you may cancel your subscription
and I will refund your payment in full. Nothing will be pro-rated.
You ain't happy, I ain't happy.
Ken
--
If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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From: knestle@interaccess.com (Ken Nestle)
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Subject: Animal Antics 008 (01/12)
Date: 19 Sep 1996 00:18:11 GMT
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ANIMAL ANTICS 008
Chapter 1
The first thing Jenny did when she got home from school on the day her
parents left on vacation was to take off all her clothes. She didn't know
why she did it exactly - she just found herself doing it. With all the
doors of the house locked and all the curtains drawn and nobody to see her,
she stripped in the living room and trotted from one end of the house to
the other, giggling as her young tits bounced naked and free.
In her parents' bedroom, she posed in front of the mirror, running her
hands up and down her silky-smooth skin, admiring the size of her tits and
the voluptuous shape of her teenage body. She pulled her silky, blonde hair
in front of her shoulders and let the ends tickle her large pink cherries,
which swelled with tingly bumps and a pair of nipples like fingertips. She
stretched her arms overhead, dancing with sinuous movements of her
gymnast's body. Her hairless armpits were moist with sweat. The golden fuzz
on her tanned belly glowed in the soft afternoon light that filtered
through the curtains.
"You dirty little girl ," she said out loud, leering mischievously at
herself in the mirror.
For the first time in her life she was actually alone in the house, and
she felt like being naughty. She didn't understand why she felt this way.
All she knew that the excitement was racing through her body, pounding in
her loins, and she felt like being wicked and running around the house
stark naked.
She headed for the kitchen, where she found some fruit and yogart in the
refrigerator. Sitting naked at the kitchen table, she shimmied her bare
legs together as she ate. If her mother and father could see her now, she
didnÕt know what they'd do - probably both die of heart attacks. She was
being such a wicked girl, but she couldn't help it. For the first time in
her life she felt free. Until this moment she'd never realized just how
unfree she'd been all her life. She couldn't understand it, but those were
her feelings.
The telephone rang, startling her so that she jumped. It was as if
somebody had suddenly barged in through the kitchen door and caught her
naked at the table. Her heart pounding, she got up and snatched the phone
off the hook on its third ring.
"Jenny, are you all right?" The voice was only too familiar - Barb, her
old babysitter.
"Of course," Jenny said. "Why wouldn't I be all right?"
"You sounded strange when you answered," Barb said. "And you're
breathing hard."
"I was - ercising," Jenny said. "Anything I can do for you?"
"I'm just calling to check on you and Skip," Barb said. "Your mother
asked me to call from time to time while they're gone, to see how the two
of you are getting along."
"Mom and Dad only left a few hours ago," Jenny said, annoyed. "And Skip
and I can take care of ourselves. We're not babies anymore, you know."
"Of course you're not, darling. I just wanted to let you know that I'm
here if you need me. If anything comes up you can't handle, give me a call.
Is Skip home, by the way?"
"He's got track practice after school," Jenny said.
"Every afternoon?"
"I don't know. Not tomorrow, I don't think. Why?"
Barb chuckled foolishly. "Oh, no reason. Just curious. Well, I'm glad
everything's all right. I'll call again soon."
"Don't bother," Jenny said after she'd hung up the receiver.
Jenny carried her clothes and schoolbooks up to her bedroom. Barb's call
had cooled her off . Even with her parents out of town there was still a
nosy adult spying on her. Why couldn't she just be left alone for once?
Didn't her parents trust her? She'd never given them any reason not to
trust her, and neither had her twin brother Skip.
Both she and Skip had got straight A grades all through school, and
their grades for conduct were perfect too. Skip was a star in wrestling and
track, and Jenny was a varsity cheerleader, and a member of the the
gymnastics team. She and Skip were the perfect son and daughter of a pair
of model parents. What could her parents possibly be worried about?
In the upstairs bathroom, Jenny weighed herself and measured her waist.
Both measurements were exactly what the gymnastics coach said they should
be. She picked up her hairbrush and brushed her long blonde hair in front
of the mirror. It was so nice to be able to stand here naked like this with
the bathroom door wide open, and to walk around the house naked. Her tits
jiggled as she brushed her hair, and she found herself licking her lips at
the sight of them. The nervous excitement began throbbing again in her
loins and soon she'd forgot all about Barb's intrusive phone call.
She wiggled into the hallway and did a few cartwheels, laughing as her
naked tits flipped and flopped. She sank down into a full split, then
pressed into a handstand. Wouldn't it be exciting, she thought, to have a
girls' gymnastics meet where all the contestants were stark naked?
The thought was so wicked that she giggled. She flipped down from the
handstand and landed on her feet. She was standing outside Skip's bedroom.
She'd never been in Skip's bedroom alone before, and certainly not
without any clothes on. But for some reason now, she couldn't resist. She
literally shivered with excitement as she slipped through Skip's door.
Athletic trophies sat on the dresser and bookshelves. At least a dozen
pictures of Skip on various athletic teams hung on the walls. The room was
neat and clean, just like Skip. Jenny didn't know what possessed her, but
she gave in to the urge to snoop in Skip's dresser drawers.
Her breath quickened at the sight of Skip's sweat socks and jockstraps.
She'd never done anything so wicked as this in her life. Under some
T-shirts in the lower, left-hand drawer, she discovered a key. She tried
the key in the one dresser drawer that had a lock on it and the drawer slid
open. She frowned at the sight of several pairs of panties in the drawer.
They were unwashed girls' panties! The aroma of pussy drifted to her nose.
"What the heck?" Jenny gingerly picked up the panties and found that two
pair were her own! She'd wondered where they'd disappeared to. "'Skip, what
is all this?"
Under the panties she found a lock of blonde hair tied up with some
yarn. It looked a lot like her own hair. And there were several small
envelopes with a different girl's name on the front of each. She opened the
envelope labeled Jenny, and inside she found what looked like pussy-hairs -
blonde pussy-hairs like her own.. The other envelopes contained pussy-hairs
too, hairs of various colors.
"I don't believe this!" she whispered. She picked up a notebook in the
drawer and started paging through it. The handwriting in it was Skip's, and
the dirty words that she saw everywhere made her blush. Skip never used
such words. She caught sight of her own name and couldn't believe what she
read.
I pry apart Jenny's pussy lips. They're elastic, and covered with
blonde fur. The meat between them is pink and juicy. She's so sizzling-hot
inside there's pussy-steam coming out of her hole. I just about faint from
sniffmg her smell. I suck on her clit and she groans that she can't stand
it, that I've got to fuck her right now or she'll go crazy. I slide up
between her legs and stick my prickhead between her pussy-Ups. The sizzling
lips close around my knob and I almost cream it feels so good. Jenny moans
as I slide my cock all the way up her butterslick cunt. I'm in her to the
hilt, my prick just about jumping out of its skin with pleasure. Her cunt
starts clamping around my cock as I start to ram . . .
Jenny snapped the notebook shut. Her hands were shaking. As best she
could, she put back everything in the drawer as she'd found it, then closed
the drawer, locked it, and put the key back where she'd found it. Flushed
and dizzy, she tiptoed out of Skip's room and staggered down the hallway to
her own bedroom. She closed her door and locked it. Her inner thighs were
slick with lubricant that had leaked out of her cunt. Lying back on her
bed, she spread her legs and stuck her right-hand, middle finger up her
pussy.
She moaned, her toes clutching, tremors of measure pulsing through her
body. She closed ner eyes, trying not to think about what she'd found in
Skip's bedroom, trying to concentrate completely on the sensations coursing
through her body. She wanted to forget what she'd discovered in Skip's
bedroom, which was something too wicked to even think about. How could he!
How could her perfect twin brother possibly have written such filthy
things! She must have imagined it!
She writhed on the bed, moaning as she fingerfucked her sizzling,
juice-oozing crotch. Each thrust of her finger up her virgin fuckhole sent
an electric current through her loins and made her gasp. Her slippery,
squirming, redhot clit screamed with sensation each time her finger touched
it and she chewed her lips to keep from crying out loud.
She wasn't in the habit of masturbating. She never did it unless she
absolutely had to, only did it when the sexual tension built to such a
pitch in her loins that she could think of nothing else but relieving
herself of the agony. Twice, maybe three times a month, she was forced to
relieve herself. Once a week at the most. Masturbation was a wicked, sinful
practice. If anybody ever found out she jerked off, she'd never be able to
face them again.
"Oooh, yesss!" she breathed.
Despite herself, she felt so good she wanted to whine out loud. As she
squirmed on the bed, her blonde head rolling from side to side, her right
hand jerking rhythmically between her legs, she massaged her belly and tits
with her left hand. Her skin was so smooth and silky and hot. She loved
herself. As wicked and perverted as it sounded, she was crazy about her own
voluptuous young body.
Barb had once told her she was pretty. They'd been in the bathroom. Barb
was washing Jenny's hair as Jenny sat naked in the bathtub. Barb's soapy
hands slid down, rubbing Jenny's pert young tits with her upturned
cherries. She caught Jenny's nipples between her slick, hot fingers and
Jenny's eyes rolled back. Barb slid a hand down between Jenny's thighs and
started to rub her pussy. Shocked, yet delirious with pleasure, Jenny
spread her legs and let Barb slide a finger up inside her. Jenny exploded
in seconds, her pussy sucking Barb's finger like a voracious little mouth.
Barb fingerfucked Jenny's spasmmg cunt until her blue eyes nearly popped
out.
That's when and where Jenny had learned about the pleasures a finger
could give her -
from Barb, who had been Skip's and Jenny's babysitter since they'd been
kids. And it was from Barb that Jenny had learned just how voluptuous and
sexy her teenage body was. Jenny had never again allowed Barb to masturbate
her, but once initiated, Jenny could never forget what pleasure her body
was capable of.
Now, squeezing her thighs around her twisting right hand, Jenny rocked
her loins up and down, fucking herself on her stiff, twisting middle
ringer. Lifting her tits with her left hand, pushing them toward her face,
she darted her wet tongue at her nipples, each electric flick of her tongue
across her sensitive nipple-flesh sending a rush of pleasure-tingles
through her body and making her cunt contract. Her asscheeks flexed as she
humped upward, cunt-fucking her finger. Hot juices seeped from her pussy,
leaking down her asscrack, leaving a moist stain on the bedspread under her
ass.
"Ohhh, yessss! " she moaned, no longer biting her lips to stifle her
pleasure-cries. She felt so good she couldn't help herself. But what did it
matter anyway if she moaned out loud? She was alone in the house-all alone
in the house for the first time in her life. She felt free! She was in
heaven!
"I'm coming!" she whined. And she arched up, the spasms erupting in her
loins, her cunt sucking fiercely at her finger. "Ohhh, yes!"
The pleasure exploded inside her and her body jerked.
Her eyes rolled back. Her toes clawed at the bedspread. She arched up,
humping wildly with each rush of spasms through her loins. Pussycream
frothed from her cunt, dribbling down her asscrack. She was a juicy mess
between the legs, but what did it matter? All that mattered was the
pleasure. She could die feeling like this and she wouldn't care.
Her humping slowed and she collapsed against the mattress, melting into
it. Sweat misted her body and she shivered as the breeze coming in under
the window curtains licked across her and gave her a momentary chill. The
chill passed and her sweaty body throbbed again with heat.
Holding her breath, she pulled her finger out of her pussy. Her
fuckjuices were like spit running down her finger. She wiped the slippery
fluid on her belly and tits, then gathered the bedpread up around her nude
body and let herself relax totally. In seconds, she felt herself drifting
toward sleep. Luxuriating in her warm, post-orgasmic bliss, she slipped
into unconsciousness.
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If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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From: knestle@interaccess.com (Ken Nestle)
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Subject: Animal Antics 008 (02/12)
Date: 19 Sep 1996 00:19:11 GMT
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ANIMAL ANTICS 008
Chapter 2
When Jenny woke up from her nap she wasnÕt sure of the date, time, or
place. s she unwrapped herself rom the bedspread, startled to find herself
stark naked, the bedspread under her ass moist, as if sheÕd wet the bed,
she began to put things together, to recall what had happened before sheÕd
fallen asleep. She hadnÕt taken an afternoon nap in many years, and she had
never in her life slept stark naked, so at first she thought she might be
dreaming, dreaming that she'd just woken up from a nap, dreaming that she
was naked.
She pinched herself on the tender skin of her flank, to see if it would hurt.
"Ouch!" she said. She had definitely had not dreamed that pinch.
She stretched and yawned and forced herself to get up. She felt groggy.
She felt like going back to sleep and sinking back into blissful
forgetfulness, for she remembered now, remembered all that had happened
since she'd got home from school this afternoon, and her face turned red
with shame.
She debated whether to take a cold shower, a sort of punishment for her
filthy behavior, or whether to put on her gymnastics outfit and do some
hard exercise. She decided on the exercise. She needed activity to help
take her mind off things.
Since nobody was going to see her, she didn't bother to put on a support
bra or panties under her one-piece gymnastics uniform. Her legs and feet
were naked, and she tied up her hair in back in a ponytail. Then she went
down to the basement, which was outfitted with a large exercise mat,
weights, and gymnstics equipment. On the exercise mat she sank immediately
into a full split and began doing bending stretches. Since she wasn't
warmed up, the stretches hurt, but pain was what she was after - she
deserved punishment for her shameful behavior.
When Skip arrived home from wrestling practice an hour later, Jenny was
dripping with sweat. She'd just about knocked herself out with stretching,
calisthenics, and vigorous exercises on various apparatus. Skip, dressed in
jeans, T-shirt, and athletic shoes without socks, dropped his gym bag on
the floor and smiled at his twin sister, who was stretching in the full
split position up on the balance beam, her tocs pointed, a look of
determination on her face.
"Hey, Sis, take it easy, there ain't any coach around to slave drive you
today - or any parents, either. You're gonna pull a muscle and lay yourself
up for a week."
Jenny looked up, wiping sweat off her face. She couldn't remember when
she'd ever worked out so hard.
"I'm almost done," 'she said. "Mom left microwave dinners for us. I'll
pop them in in a few minutes."
"Cool it," Skip said. "No need to hurry. I'm gonna take it easy with the
folks gone, take a vacation of my own, not bust my ass rushing around doing
homework and stuff. It's gonna be a relief having them off my back for a
few weeks."
Jenny brought her legs together and slid down off the balance beam. As
her feet hit the mat, a wave of dizziness caused her to lose her balance,
and she staggered. She'd literally knocked herself out by overdoing her
exercises.
Skip caught her before she fell, and her head fell against his chest.
"Hey, are you all right?"
Wrapped in her brother's arms, Jenny started to tremble, and Skip held
her tighter, pressing up against her. He stroked her head. His leg pressed
up between her thighs, rubbing hard against her crotch.
"Sis, what's wrong?"
A wild excitement saturated Jenny's loins and suddenly she found herself
in the throes of an orgasm. She clung to her twin brother, her body
shuddering, her spasming teen crotch pressed to his muscular thigh. Her
eyes rolled back and her bare toes clutched at the mat. The orgasm lasted
only a few seconds, then passed away as quickly as it had come on.
Jenny pushed out of her brother's arms, trying to laugh. "I'm all right.
I think I hyperventilated or something. I was doing some deep-breathing
exercises before you came in."
Skip studied her. "I thought you were gonna faint. You sure you're all
right?"
"Of course, silly. " Jenny did a cartwheel to show that she'd regained
her balance. Her ponytail flip-flopped.
"If you say so," Skip said. He picked up his gym bag. "You know how to
operate the washer and dryer? I got a shit-load of workout clothes to
wash."
"I'll wash them for you," Jenny said.
"I can do it," said Skip. "Just show me how to operate the machines."
"I said I'll do it, " Jenny said, taking the gym bag away from her
brother. "And dinner will be ready in a half hour."
Skip went upstairs and Jenny went to the basement laundry room. She
emptied Skips gym ,bag on the floor-T-shirts, gym trunks, sweat-socks, and
a jockstrap. Jenny began loading the clothing into the washer, but paused
when she discovered that the pouch of Skip's jockstrap was moist. The
woven, elastic pouch had supported Skip's balls only a short while ago at
wrestling practice. Jenny started to tremble again and her breathing
quickened.
What's happening to me? she thought. Then, as if she'd lost control of
herself, she lifted the jockstrap to her nose and inhaled the scent of her
brother's ball-sweat.
Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from
falling over with dizziness.
Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she
wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to
her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved
down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of
her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started fingerfucking
herself.
Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of
excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle finger
pistioned rapidly in her cunt and her fuckjuices dribbled down her hand and
thighs. She couldn't stop herself. It was as if she were losing her mind.
The throbbing feelings overwhelmed her body and she cared about nothing
else but the pleasure.
"Oh, Skip!" she moaned, rocking her loins and humping as she
fingerfucked her pussy. She chewed on the sweat-moist jockstrap, sucking on
it. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She
closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and
suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with
ecstasy.
She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy
sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle fmger, her body trembling with
each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it
hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete floor and
rolled herself into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and crushing out
the itchy, throbbing pleasure that racked her cunt.
When she'd regained her senses and caught her breath, she dropped the
jockstrap into the washer with the rest of her brother's clothing and she
set the water temperature to hot. Before she went upstairs, she wiped the
insides of her thighs clean of pussyjuice with a towel.
At the dinner table a half hour later, Skip sat across from Jenny
without either shoes on or a shirt. Jenny could hardly take her eyes off
his muscles. Because she couldn't see the lower half of his body, he looked
stark naked to her. From time to time his bare feet and her bare feet
accidentally met under the table, and Jenny quickly drew her feet back.
When this happened Skip would glance up and smile at her, and Jenny's face
would flush with heat.
"I suppose you wanna know why I'm not wearing a shirt at the dinner
table," Skip said.
"You read my mind," Jenny said.
"I'm not wearing a shirt just for the hell of it," Skip said. "Know what
I mean? I mean, why wear a shirt on a warm evening like this just because
I'm eating dinner? It's stupid. A guy oughta be comfortable."
"Mom would have a fit," Jenny said.
"I know," Skip said. "So would Dad. Which makes it that much more fun.
They got all these stupid rules we're supposed to follow, even if the rules
don't make any sense. Well, while they're gone I'm only gonna do what makes
sense to me. Do you realize this is the first time in our lives we've been
left alone in this house? This is the first time in my life I've ever been
able to do what I want around here."
"I know what you mean," Jenny said.
Skip laughed, then patted his bare stomach and belched.
That night, for the first time that Jenny could remember, she couldn't
sleep. She usually fell sound asleep at night the moment her body hit the
bed, and then she slept like a dead person. Nothing short of somebody
shaking her violently and shouting her name repeatedly could wake her up
once she had seaw mto deep sleep. Her mother often complained about the
ordeal it was trying to wake up Jenny for school in the morning.
Maybe it was the accidental nap this afternoon that was interfering with
her sleep now. Or maybe it was that her mind wouldn't stop churning. She
kept thinking about the things she'd found in Skip's dresser drawer - the
panties and cunt-hairs, the notebook in which he'd written things she
couldn't believe. And then she remembered the way he'd caught her this
afteroon in his arms and the way she'd immediatley had an orgasm. Nothing
like that had ever happened to her before. How could such a thing have
happened? And she remembered the smell of Skip's jockstrap, still moist
with the sweat of his balls. She'd actually sniffed it. She must have been
out of her mind. And she'd jerked off sniffing it. How could she have done
such a thing?
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when some light started beaming
in under her bedroom door. Somewhere out there Skip had turned on a light.
She listened for the sound of him using the bathroom, but she couldn't hear
anything. Her bedside digital clock read nearly one in the morning. What
was Skip doing up at this hour? Maybe he cowdn't sleep either. She strained
her ears for a while longer, then, hearing nothing, she got up as quietly
as she could and stole from her room to investigate.
The hallway light was off, as was the bathroom light. Down at the end of
the hallway, light beamed out through Skip's half open door. Holding her
breath, Jenny tiptoed toward the light. She was dressed in nothing but her
negligee. Peeking around Skip's half open door, she looked into his
bedroom.
Skip stood stark naked in front of his dresser, his moving hand wrapped
around his cock. The upper, left-hand drawer of his dresser was open and
girls' panties spilled out onto the dresser top and floor. Skip had one of
the panties pressed to his nose and was inhaling its scent, his eyes
closed, his head swaying as if he were drugged. As he sniffed the panties
and masturbated, fucklube dripped from the tip of his cock.
Jenny grabbed the doorframe for support. Her head swam and she thought
she might faint. The sight of her twin brother masturbating was almost more
than she could stand. Her body flushed with heat from scalp to toes. Waves
of lust pulsed from her loins and streamed to all parts of her body. She
gazed in a trance, her eyes followed each rhythmic stroke of her brother's
hand. Pussyjuice like hot sap dribbled down the insides of her thighs.
"Mmm, yeahhh!" Skip sighed. "Pussy!
He rubbed the silky panties all over his face and over his chest and
nipples. He released his cock and let it quiver and throb in mid-air.
Jenny thought she must be halucinating. That wasn't a cock sticking out
of her brother's loins, it was a billyclub, or a rattlesnake. A cock that
enormous couldn't be real! The line drawings of the erect male organ Jenny
had studied in her sex-education books had looked nothing like this, or at
least nowhere near this big. Jenny remembered the text beneath the
drawings. 'The normal male penis ranges from 4 to 7 inches.' Skip's cock
looked almost twice the size Jenny thought it should be. And it was alive,
throbbing crazily and dripping fluid.
Suddenly, Skip dropped the panties and swung toward the door and Jenny
reacted instantly, jerking back out of sight before Skip caught sight of
her. Then she ran tiptoe down the carpeted hallway to her room. In seconds,
she was back behind her closed bedroom door and climbing into hed. She lay
back, her heart pounding, sweat misting her forehead.
I musty have been crazy! she thought. She had no time for anymore
thoughts, because suddenly her door knob turned and her door opened a
crack.
Jenny held her breath, watching as her bedroom door inched open wider
and Skip sliped into her room. She could just make out his silhouette in in
the darkness. As he tiptoed toward her bed, Jenny let out her breath
slowly, then tried to mimick the breath of a sleeper. Skip stood over her,
looking down at he a while. Then, he lowered himself until he was kneeling
beside the bed. His breathing was heavy and shaky.
"Man!" he whispered. "Baby!"
Slowly, carefully, he raised th skirt of Jenny's neglegiee and uncovered
her to the waist. He lowered his face between her thighs and kissed her
muff.
Jenny stifled a gasp. She fought to keep her breathing deep and even.
Skip laid his hands on the thighs and pushed on them, spreading he legs
wider. His thumbs pressed into the spongy edges of her blonde pussylips and
peeled them apart. He breathed hotly against her open crotch.
"Baby! Candy-cunt!" Skip pressed his lips to Jenny's cunt and gave her
clit a sucking kiss.
Jenny's eyes rolled back behind her closed lids. An electric shock
coursed through her loins, the sensations shooting all the way to her toes,
whitch clutched sensuously. Her fingers dug into the bedsheets.
"Mmmm, baby!" Skip whispered, kissing up and down the inside of her
cuntlips, sucking up the dewy droplets of pussy-nectar. He nuzzled her clit
and his tongue slipped up into her cunt.
Jenny couldn't stop herself. She sighed out loud, her loins straining
upward, her cunt working itself deeper onto her brother's squirming tongue.
Peering down at Skip through nearly closed eyelids, she saw the silhouette
of his blonde head bobbing between her thighs. He growled softly, drinking
her fuck-juices as he licked out her contracting pussyhole.
Did he know that she was awake? If he did, he apparently didn't care.
Maybe, though, he thought she was still sleeping. Maybe if he knew she was
awake he'd freak out and run away and Jenny didn't want him to run away.
She wanted him to keep doing what he wasdoing. She wasn't going to announce
her wakefulness to Skip, but at the same time she couldn't very well
control the reflexive responses of her young body to his cunt-sucking.
She breathed rapidly, letting out little gasps of pleasure, squirming
against the mattress, her head tossing slowly from side to side. She kept
her eyes closed enough so Skip, glancing up at her couldn't tell whether
she was asleep or awake.
Skip pulled his tongue out of her. He was painting. Carefully, he pushed
her negligee up higher, bunching the gauzy shift up above her tits. Then he
rose up, leaning over her nakedness, and he kissed her tits and nipples,
nibbled his way down her satin-smooth belly, licked out her navel and
nuzzled his way back down to her cunt.
"Oh, Jenny!" He spread her legs wider, actually lifting up her thighs
and pressing them to her tits. Sitting on the bed, he bent over her crotch
and started slurping, lapping up the pussy-nectar that bubbled from her
madly throbbing cunt and dribbled down her crotch. His tongue slipped
between her asscheeks, souping down the length of it, tasting her tangy
ass-sweat and her pink, twitching asshole. His tongue probed her asshole
and entered it.
Jenny's head swam. Even though she was lying on her back, she nearly
fainted. The shock, the excitement, the pleasure - were almost more than
she could bear. Never in her life had anything entered her asshole, not
even a fmger, let alone somebody's tongue. She could not believe this was
happening, nor could she believe the pleasure her brother's asshole reaming
was giving her. She panted with each flick of his tongue against the
sensitive waus of her asshole. Her toes spread and clutched and wriggled.
She started to wiggle her ass, rubbing it in her brother's face.
Skip was growwl, thrusting his tongue deeper up her tasty girlish
butthole, rubbing his nose against her wet crotch. As the fuckjuices ran
out of her cunt, they dribbled against Skip's nose and lips. He pulled his
tongue out of her asshole and licked her crotch clean. Then he drove his
tongue to the hilt up her cunt. As he licked her out, he pumped wildly on
his lube-oozing prick.
Jenny's fingernails nearly tore through the bedsheets. She resisted with
all her strength the impulse to grab her brother's head and to crush his
face against her pleasure-raw crotch. Her entire body pulsed with
sensation. Her nipples and toes and clit all felt like they were going to
split open. She had never dreamed such pleasure was possible, pleasure so
intense it verged on pain.
Skip buried his nose between her crotch-lips, rubbing it against her
clit as he rewned out her cunthole with his tongue. His tongue jabbed
inside her, from time to time hitting the ultrasensitive spot in her cunt
that brought her instantly to the verge of orgasm. He seemed to know just
where to lick inside her to send her through the roof with ecstasy. Jenny's
eyes overflowed with tears, which ran down her cheeks. Her pleasure and
excitement were close to knocking her out. Unable to control herself, she
clamped her thighs around her brother's head, and the feel of his head
gripped between her legs brought her off instantly.
Her cunt exploded, grabbing spastically around her brother's tongue,
spurting pussy-juice into-his mouth. She writhed against the mattress,
grinding her crotch in Skip's face, moaning with abandon as the rhythmic
jolts of ecstasy flashed through her body. Skip was choking, grunting,
smothering between her thighs. Suddenly, his hot jism started spurting all
over, some of it splashing against Jermy's ass and thighs, some of it
landing on the mattress and floor. Skip shuddered as he came, each
ejaculation making him groan. His tongue fluttered inside Jenny,
electricity shooting from it into the pleasure-raw meat of her inner cunt.
At last, their orgasms subsided. Jenny's thighs relaxed, releasing
Skip's head. As her legs slid back down to the mattress, Skip slid off the
bed and stood up.
Jenny lay panting, her sweat-misted belly and tits rising and falling.
Skip's cum had made a mess all over the sheets, and Jenny's legs and ass
rested in puddles of it.
"Wow! " Skip whispered, wiping his mouth with his hand. His cock had
softened, dangling half hard over his balls like a huge, floppy salami. He
stood there, studying Jenny as he caught his breath.
Jenny's breathing slowed. She was still pretending to be asleep.
"Crazy girl," Skip said. "She could sleep through an earthquake."
He leaned over and pulled her negligee back down, covering her
nakedness. Then he moved up and planted a kiss on her lips, pressing his
own soft, spongy lips against her lips.
Jenny felt the flick of his tongue-tip between her lips. Her clit
stiffened and squirmed. She felt herself melting. Skip broke their kiss
before Jenny lost all control and threw her arms around him.
Skip tiptoed out of the bedroom and sealed shut her door behind him.
Jenny lay quivering on her bed for several moments before she could gather
the strength to sit up and swing her legs off the bed.
She felt around in the dark, smearing her fingers in Skip's cum on the
sheets. Her toes felt for Skip's cum on the floor and had no trouble
finding it, it was all over.
Jenny started shaking. She pulled off her negligee. In the dark, she got
down on the floor, smearing her fmgers in the puddles of Skip's cum and
rubbing the sticky fluid on her tits and belly, raising her fingers to her
nose and sniffing. The peppery scent of Skip's jism drove her crazy. She
caught up a handful of the cock-juice and slapped it between her cuntlips.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she started jerking off with cum-wet
fingers as she continued massaging cum into her skin. She came in minutes,
her head swimming, her naked body jerking in the darkness.
Exhausted, she crawled back up on the bed and fell asleep instantly.
--
If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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ANIMAL ANTICS 008
Chapter 3
The next day in school, Jenny couldn't keep her mind on her work. The
throbbing in her loins and the itch between her legs wouldn't quit. It was
the way she used to feel when she hadn't masturbated for weeks. Now she was
feeling that way even though she'd come several times yesterday. The
problem was, she kept thinking about Skip and his big cock, and his hot,
wet tongue. Every time she remembered the feel of his tongue wiggling
inside her cunt, or up her asshole, she nearly jumped out of her skin with
excitement. She didn't see how she was going to make it through the day
without going crazy.
In physics class, which she always found unbearably dull, she crossed
her bare legs under her skirt and started squeezing her thighs together,
working her slick pussylips against each other, massaging her clit with the
muscles of her cunt. She'd sworn that never in a million years would she
ever masturbate in the classroom - as she'd so often observed other girls
doing - but today it was either jack off in class or start screaming.
The physics classroom had double desks, which looked like tables, rather
than single desks, and Jenny's desk was in the last row, in the corner. Her
desk partner, Tricia Blake, a dizzy little ninny who chewed gum
incessantly, noticed Jenny squeezing her legs together and gave Jenny a
wicked smirk, which Jenny tried to ignore. Tricia knew very well what Jenny
was doing, for Jenny had seen Tricia do the same thing many times before.
Tricia leaned toward Jenny. "How's it feel?"
Jenny turned red, but said nothing. If she hadn't been so unbearably
horny, she'd have stopped masturbating immediately, but she couldn't stop.
All she wanted to do was to get off so she could recover her sanity.
Jenny's breathing became heavier and more rapid, and she prayed that the
whole classroom full of students wouldn't hear her and turn around to look
at her. If Mr. Phelps the physics teacher spotted her, she'd throw herself
out the window. She had to be out of her mind doing this, but she couldn't
help herself.
"Feels good," Tricia whispered. "Don't it?"
The dizzy little bitch reached over and started stroking Jenny's lower back.
Jenny glared at Tricia, but she didn't push Tricia's hand away. The
other girl's hand on her back felt good. She glanced down at Tricia's legs
and saw that Tricia had crossed her own legs and was squeezing them
together. Tricia's face was flushed, her eyes half closed as she reveled in
her girlish pleasure.
For a moment, Jenny felt like slugging the other girl. How dare she! But
a moment later, Jenny's excitement soared. There was something
ultra-exciting about the two of them masturbating together, both of them
pleasuring their teen pussies in the same way. She heard Tricia breathing
deeper, saw Tricia's blue eyes glaze over as her pleasure increased.
Jenny was sopping wet between the legs. Pussycream bubbled out between
her cuntlips like hot spit, drenching the crotch of her panties. The
musky-sweet aroma of teen pussy rose in the air. Jenny was sure that Tricia
was juicing just as much as she was.
"I'm gonna come!" Tricia whispered, and her eyes rolled back to white
slits. A shiver went through her and her body jerked gently and
rhythmically.
Jenny shimmied her thighs together in a last burst of masturbatory
excitement. The fuck itch saturated her loins and the tension burst. Jenny
clawed the desktop, trying to keep from toppling out of her seat as the
spasms gnawed repeatedly through her cunt and nearly made her moan out
loud.
After several seconds, a wave of relaxation flowed through her and she
sighed. The boy in the seat in front of her glanced over his shoulder at
her curiously and she stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out
at her and turned forward again.
"How was it?" Tricia whispered, but still Jenny ignored her. "Mine was
heaven! Almost as good as a fuck!"
Jenny sighed and pretended to be interested in the equation Mr. Phiips
was writing on the blackboard.
By the time gymnastics practice rolled around after school, Jenny was
going out of her mind again. If anything, she felt even hornier than before
she'd jacked off in physics class. As she dressed in the locker room, a few
drops of pussyjuice trickled down the insides of her thighs. Out in the
gym, she stumbled and tripped and fell repeatedly because her timing was
all off. She couldn't concentrate on doing flips and somersaults. She fell
off the balance beam so many times that Coach Peters focused all his
attention on her, which made her twice as nervous and uncoordinated. He
caught her when she fell, always sliding a hand between her legs for a
moment and holding her by the crotch. He did this with all the girls when
he caught them, and Jenny was used to feeling his hand between her legs,
but today she was embarrassed because the crotch of her gymnastics outfit
was all wet.
"Jenny, honey, your mind seems to be on anything but gymnastics today,"
the coach said. He had his arm around her shoulder.
"I'm not feeling too well," Jenny said. "I think maybe I should go home."
"Would you like to lie down in my office for a while? See if you feel
any better after a rest?"
"I don't think so," Jenny said. "I'd better go home."
"All right, sweetheart. I hope you're not coming down with something. We
have a meet next week, you know."
Jenny undressed quickly in the locker room. Without bothering to shower,
she dressed again and grabbed her books. She left the locker room by the
rear exit and walked down the deserted north-basement hallway, heading for
a rear exit that was rarely used. Coach Peter's office was the only room
off this hallway, and Jenny had to pass by it on her way out. As she was
passing his office, she heard a girl's giggle behind the closed office
door.
Jenny stopped to listen, curious about who was in the coach's office.
She heard the girl's giggle again, then Coach Peter's deep-voiced laugh, a
laugh Jenny would have recognized anywhere. Jenny wondered if the girl had
been injured. The coach often took girls down to his office if they got
injured. The girl certainly didn't sound injured. She sounded downright
giddy. Jenny put her ear to the door.
"Yeah!" the coach said. "Yeah! Yeahhh!
The girl had stopped giggling. Jenny heard rhythmic movements of some
kind, then thought she heard the girl gag.
"Suck itl" the coach groaned. "Suck every inch!"
Jenny started to sweat. Her heart pounded and she began to feel faint.
Although she wasn't exactly sure what was happening in the coach's office,
she knew it was something sexual. One of Jenny's teammates on the
gymnastics team was having sex with the coach. She couldn't believe it!
Suddenly, the coach grunted. "I'm coming! Drink it! Swallow every drop!"
The girl sounded as if she were choking to death. The coach grunted
repeatedly like a bull. Jenny thought she was going to faint with
excitement and fear. What if the coach caught her eavesdropping? What if he
suddenly yanked open the door and saw her standing there?
There was a commotion in the office, as if a desk was being moved, and
Jenny pulled away from the door and fled down the hallway and out of the
school building as quickly and quietly as she could.
She arrived home in what seemed like minutes. She'd been so absorbed in
thoughts, so lost in the whirling commotion of her mind that she'd walked
home mechanically, zombi-like, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. It was only
when she nearly bumped into the car parked in the driveway that she came
out of her trance.
It was Barb's car. What in the heck was Barb doing here? Checking up on
her and Skip? Trying still to be a babysitter?
Wouldn't that woman ever leave her and Skip alone? Was Barb going to
ruin their vacation from their parents by bugging the heck out of them
everyday, calling them and even coming over to snoop on them? You'd think
they were still kids, for godsake, the way Barb was treating them!
Jenny decided she was going to have a talk with Barb. And if need be,
she was going to tell Barb off.
The front door of the house was locked. Strange. Skip didn't have
practice this afternoon and should be home from school. And if Barb was
here, too, then why was the door locked?
Jenny let herself in, dropped her books on the living room couch, kicked
off her shoes, and went to the kitchen, where she expected Skip to be
having a snack. The kitchen was deserted.
Next she checked the workout room in the basement. Nobody in sight. That
left only the upstairs. What could Barb and Skip be doing up there? Unless
Barb was helping Skip with his homework or something in his bedroom.
Jenny padded barefoot up the carpeted stairs and turned down the hall.
Immediately, she heard voices coming from Skip's bedroom. She moved slowly
down the shadowy hallway, listening.
Barb was giggling. Barb was panting and gasping. Skip was grunting and
growling. Something kept knocking rhythmically against the wall.
Skip's bedroom door was wide open. Frowning, Jenny peered from the
darkened hallway into the bedroom.
Barb lay face-up on Skip's unmade bed, her naked legs wrapped around
Sidp's thrusting loim, her toes clutching vnth each ramming on of the boy's
cock into her pussy. Both Barb and Slap were stark naked. The boy's was so
powerful that the bed banged repeatedly t the wall.
"Ahhh, you hot juicy bitch!" Skip growled. "I'm gonna plough your tight
pussy till you scream!"
"Baby!" Barb whined, clawing the boy's back, rocking her loins upward to
meet his grinding, rammmg thrusts. "Ohhhh, Skip!"
Jenny stared as if hypnotized. Pussyjuice dribbled from under the crotch
of her panties and ran down her legs like hot sap. She reached up under her
skirt, up under her panties, and started fingerfucking herself. She
couldn't think. All she could do was watch and feel,
"Oh, you hunk!" Barb muttered, grinding up against the humping,
squirming teenager. "Such a big cock! And you know how to use it!"
"You taught me everything I know, babysitter." Skip licked Barb's neck,
then gnawed into the side of it like a vampire.
Barb's eyes rolled back and a wail of pain and ecstasy escaped her slack
mouth. Her body started to shake and jerk, her fingers and toes clawing in
a frenzy.
"I'm coming!" she whined. "Ohhhhhhh, Skip!"
The boy humped her wildly, slamming his cock in her spasming cunt until
Barb looked as if she would explode from the intensity of her sensations.
As her orgasms subsided, she pushed up at Skip with all her strength and
rolled him off her.
"Bitch!" Skip panted. "I was two seconds from creaming!"
"You must learn to hold it, horny boy," Barb said. "The longer you hold
it, the better it'll feel when you come."
"How do you know?"
"It's what all my boyfriends have always told me," Barb said. "And I've
had a lot of boyfriends." She kissed the tips of her fingers and Planted
the kiss on Skip's nose. "Besides I want to do an experiment."
She reached off the bed into a handbag and pulled out a tape measure.
"You wanna measure my cock again?" Skip said. "You've already measured
it a thousand times."
"Lie back," Barb said. "And hold up your cock. "
Skip groaned, but lay back on the mattress, holding his cock vertical as
Barb stretched the tape measure from his groin to his pisshole. "You know
it's eight inches."
"Nine," Barb said.
"What?" Skip's eyes widened as he studied the tape measure. "I'll be damned!"
"You're super-excited," Barb said. "You're cock's so hard it looks like
your knob's gonna pop off. When a cock gets as hard as this, it grows."
Barb giggled, gingerly squeezing the boy's cock with her fingertips. "What
a slab of meat! I wish I could measure it while you're coming. I bet it
would be even bigger."
Skip took the tape measure away from Barb. He put his free hand on top
of her head and pushed her face toward his cock. "Pleasure it, babysitter!
Gimme a blowjob!"
Barb took Skip's cock away from him and began to lick his knob. Holding
his foreskin down tight, she slurped around and around, slurped up and
down, lapped up the cock-drool as it oozed from the boy's wide-open
pisshole. Skip groaned, his toes working sensuously, all the sinews of his
feet sliding under the skin.
"You've got such a big, sweaty prick," Barb purred. "And such a tasty
knob. Don't ever wash this knob, baby! Anytime you want it washed I'll lick
it clean!"
Skip arched up, moaning, humping upward as Barb tortured the underside
of his knob with her wet, dripping tongue.
"Big prick!" Barb said. "I love big teen prick!"
She lapped from one end of the boy's cock to the other, lapped front and
back and sides, nuzzled down and licked the sweat off the boy's balls.
Jenny saw double. Her vision blurred as hot tears of excitement flooded
her eyes. Spit filled her mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly. Her panties
felt unbearably tight, and she peeled them down her smooth legs and dropped
them, sopping wet, on the carpet.
Then she sat down, her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up to her middle,
and she pumped her middle finger in and out of her pussy, her eyes on her
brother's huge cock. She tried to imagine the smell of it, the taste of it.
Gazing seductively into Skip's eyes, Barb opened her mouth wide and
swallowed the head of his cock. As she sucked, she churned her tongue at
his pleasure-strand, making him gasp and squirm.
"I'm close!" Skip moaned, and Barb left off licking his magic spot and
slid her lips down his veiny cockshaft. His knob stuffed her throat. She
looked like she'd swallowed a rattlesnake.
Skip writhed on the mattress, his blond head tossing from side to side,
his muscular feet working as the pleasure coursed through him.
"My balls are gonna bust if you don't get me off pretty soon, lady!"
Still gazing into Skip's eyes, Barb began to bob her head, to slide the
ring of her lips up and down his cockshaft, to massage his knob with her
throat and tongue. Her right hand was wrapped half around the base of his
super-thick cock. Her left hand slid down between her legs, her middle
finger disappearing between the furry lips of her cunt. Her eyes rolled
ecstatically as she began to jerk off while sucking the boy's cock.
What does it taste like? What does it feel like in your mouth? Jenny wanted
to ask Barb. Can I try? Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad!
Skip spread his muscular legs wider. He clasped his hands behind his
head, relaxing as he let Barb do most of the work. Slowly, reflexively, his
hips rocked. Each suck of Barb's mouth made his balls swell and lift in
their smooth sac. His sensuously working toes looked so sexy to Jenny that
she felt a nearly irresistible urge to crawl into the bedroom and to lick
his feet.
Barb fingerfucked herself faster, her middle finger squashing obscenely
in her juicy cunt, matching the obscene rhythmic smacking of her lips.
Pussyjuice trickled down her hand as she spread her legs wider so she could
fingerfuck herself deeper. Her head bobbed quicker, her lips rippling over
the boy's prick-veins, her mouth sucking, her tongue churning.
"Ahhhhhh, yeahhhh! " Skip moaned, ecstasy in his blue eyes as he bucked
up and down, fucking his salty cock in Barb's mouth and throat.
"Feels-so-good! Feels-so-fucking-
awwwwwww!"
His body shuddered and his cum erupted into Barb's mouth. His eyes
rolled back with pleasure as the spasms shot through him.
Barb gagged, her throat and mouth overflowing with cum, her head jerking
with each powerful flex of the boy's cock. Cum bubbled out of her mouth,
running down the boy's cockshaft, creaming his pulsating balls. Her throat
bobbed as she swallowed what cum she could. Her legs suddenly clamped
together around her masturbating hand and her loins went into spasms.
"Yes! " Jenny whispered, watching Barb jerk with ecstasy as she sucked
Skip's jism-gushing cock. "Oh yes!"
Jenny's eyes rolled back and the pleasure exploded in her pussy. Hot
teen fuckjuice spurted around her knifing finger as her pussy nearly sucked
her finger off. The pleasure was so intense that she lay back on the floor,
out of sight of the doorway, and writhed uncontrorably until it was over.
"You shoot like a fucking stallion," Barb said, smacking her lips and
catching her breath. She licked the cum off Skip's cock and baffs, then
licked her hand clean.
Skip groaned blissfully. He was lying with his forearm over his eyes.
Jenny had managed to sit up and was peering into the room again.
"What's the latest tally?" Barb said. "How many girls have you fucked
with this crowbar?"
"Three or four hundred," Skip said. "Give or take a few."
Barb laughed. "That's my boy. Bust any new cherries lately?"
Skip chuckled. "I broke in some little ass-wiggler last week and she
fucking fainted when her cherry ripped. She fainted again after it was over
and she saw the blood."
He laughed again.
Barb started jerking off. "Tell me all about it - in juicy detail."
"Some other time," Skip said. "Jenny will be home in a little while and
you'd better be going. We don't wanna have to explain your being here."
"You get any further into her pussy yet?" Barb asked.
"Just the old tongue so far," Skip said. "She still sleeps right through it."
"I wanna watch sometime," Barb said. "I'll be able to tell if she's
sleeping or not."
"She sleeps right through it, I tell you," Skip said. "No way she's
faking. She's always slept like that. The old lady has to just about hit
her over the head in the morning with a baseball bat to wake her up. I
could fuck her pussy all night and she'd never wake up."
"Then why don't you stick your cock in her?"
"Because that might wake her up."
"DonÕt let her fool you," Barb said. "SheÕs as awake as you are. No girl
can get her pussy licked off night after night without knowing it. ItÕs
impossible."
"Jenny can," Skip said. "HeyÕ youÕd better get going."
"Does she still squirt when she cums?"
"It runs out of her like syrup," Skip said. "And it tastes so fucking
good." He started stroking his cock. "I wish youÕd go. All your questions
are getting me worked up again."
"IÕll take care of that," Barb said.
"Well, be quick about it!"
--
If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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From: knestle@interaccess.com (Ken Nestle)
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Subject: AA - zoop@netonecom.net - please respond
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From: Sarge <tb5208@flash.net>
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Subject: Re: OK, Rednecks, START this Nigger shit!!!!
Date: Sun, 15 Sep 1996 12:22:56 -0500
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drahah wrote:
>
> Tim wrote:
> >
> > Travis <Dark_Avenger@hotmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > regards, Tim...Ive been watching this bullshit re: for almost a week...go find another
> place to put it. Waste someone else computor space and life with it.
> If you want to express you racist bullshit go do it somewhere
> else...other wise go to hell..Your all asshole and have alot of growing
> up to do.
>
> Thanks, a white guyDitto, I got no time or sympathy for a freaking racist. If you notice
, most of these guys are dumber than a sack full of assholes and have
about twelve teeth in their head.
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From: "Ann M. Campbell" <annie@net-link.net>
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Subject: Re: OK, Rednecks, START this Nigger shit!!!!
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 19:26:56 +0000
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Please go find a racist newsgroup of your own . . . we are about sex,
great sex
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Subject: Re: SchoolGirls in Uniforms..XXX
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Re: SchoolGirls in Uniforms..XXX send me please thanks
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: 13 Sep 1996 20:27:19 GMT
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In article <519aht$l6r@news.cftnet.com>, crash@pinellas.com says...
>
>GET A LIFE!!!gburley@magna.com.au (Greg Burley) wrote:
Ole crash@pinellas.com needs to get a life, if the only thrills
he gets in life involve harrassing other people who post. Actually,
the title is misleading. Jesus came again, and again, and again....
That man could really come.
>
>>In article <ramin1-0909961332120001@macip40.apple.com>,
>> ramin1@apple.com (Ramin Evans) wrote:
>>>I'm really sorry for half ass people who have no future and their
>>>destination is nothing but ten feet under the ground. enjoy your hell.
>>>
>
>>As long as I don't have to endure company such as yours, I will enjoy it
>>beyond description.
>
Truly spoken. This is a generation that will got to Hell, unless God
gets tired of them and destroys their souls first.
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From: Mr Kanos <smh@fl.net.au>
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 22:58:21 +1000
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Andrew McDonald wrote:
>
> In article <ramin1-0909961332120001@macip40.apple.com>, ramin1@apple.com
> says...
> >
> >I'm really sorry for half ass people who have no future and their
> >destination is nothing but ten feet under the ground. enjoy your hell.
> >
>
> You know, the great thing about not believing in a god is that I don't have to
> believe in a hell either.
>
> Religion is just another form of mind control, telling you what to do, when to
> do it and more importantly, who to do it for.
>
> More wars have been fought over stupid religions than any other cause. If
> that's how the religious folks want to run the planet, then I want no part of
> it.Hey, I hope Jesus does come back..... then we can bump him off again!!!!
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From: tjstiel@earthlink.net (T. J. Stiel)
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1996 18:43:52 GMT
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andymac@primenet.com (Andrew McDonald) wrote:
>In article <ramin1-0909961332120001@macip40.apple.com>, ramin1@apple.com
>says...
>>
>>I'm really sorry for half ass people who have no future and their
>>destination is nothing but ten feet under the ground. enjoy your hell.
>>
>You know, the great thing about not believing in a god is that I don't have to
>believe in a hell either.
>Religion is just another form of mind control, telling you what to do, when to
>do it and more importantly, who to do it for.
>More wars have been fought over stupid religions than any other cause. If
>that's how the religious folks want to run the planet, then I want no part of
>it.
Not believing in either is not a basically intelligent act.
As a Christian please don't view all of us as a certain idiotic
minority would behave.
The first thing Jesus taught was tolerance for all mankind, not
persecution.
Try My God, and my Christianity you might find you like it, oh yeah,
and you will be accepted no changes necessary.
tj
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From: DARYL HOLDEN <holdendg@fan.net.au>
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 01:55:45 +1000
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what the fuck are you doing here when jesus sees your sins
you must be a god fucker, rooting poor defenceles choir girls in their
sleep ! suck satans cock you worm leave honest people alone get the
child molesters index instead fuck head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yours sincerly
GOD
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From: "Bill P." <eskdale@mail.idt.net>
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: Tue, 17 Sep 1996 20:34:09 -0700
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DARYL HOLDEN wrote:
>
> what the fuck are you doing here when jesus sees your sins
> you must be a god fucker, rooting poor defenceles choir girls in their
> sleep ! suck satans cock you worm leave honest people alone get the
> child molesters index instead fuck head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> yours sincerly
> GOD
_____________________
Jesus died, Period.
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From: "Bill P." <eskdale@mail.idt.net>
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: Tue, 17 Sep 1996 07:55:02 -0700
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T. J. Stiel wrote:
>
> andymac@primenet.com (Andrew McDonald) wrote:
>
> >In article <ramin1-0909961332120001@macip40.apple.com>, ramin1@apple.com
> >says...
> >>
> >>I'm really sorry for half ass people who have no future and their
> >>destination is nothing but ten feet under the ground. enjoy your hell.
> >>
>
> >You know, the great thing about not believing in a god is that I don't have to
> >believe in a hell either.
>
> >Religion is just another form of mind control, telling you what to do, when to
> >do it and more importantly, who to do it for.
>
> >More wars have been fought over stupid religions than any other cause. If
> >that's how the religious folks want to run the planet, then I want no part of
> >it.
>
> Not believing in either is not a basically intelligent act.
>
> As a Christian please don't view all of us as a certain idiotic
> minority would behave.
>
> The first thing Jesus taught was tolerance for all mankind, not
> persecution.
>
> Try My God, and my Christianity you might find you like it, oh yeah,
> and you will be accepted no changes necessary.
>
> tj*******
Well TJ its a nicer message than we usually receive and truer to Christ.
However, why is it even in here...this is Alt.sex.homosexual, not
Alt.religion.christianity (or whatever). Its still off topic.
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From: pmg4824@usl.edu
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Subject: Hommer and Bart
Date: 13 Sep 1996 19:17:23 GMT
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> > >> >
> > > > > _____
> > > > > / \
> > > > > | |
> > > > > | |
> > > > > | (O)(O)
> > > > > @ .---_)
> > > > > | |\___|
> > > > > | \__/ |\/\/\/|
> > > > > /-------\ | | .~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
> > > > > / /^\ \ | | |THAT'S NOT A |
> > > > > / | /\ \ | (o)(o) |BUTTERFINGER!|
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From: fred <st@furz.set>
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Subject: Re: @@@ Why I Love Pee @@@ Pee on me
Date: Wed, 11 Sep 1996 16:59:20 +0200
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missy wrote:
>
> Why I Love The Smell Of Urine
> By missy
>
> I love the smell of urine. It is sweet, sickly sweet,
> like like day old honeysuckle bloosoms only better. I love
> urine stained panties, mine, my girlfriends, anybodies, when
> the urine is dry and therefore sweeter. I can hold them up
> to my face breathing in the residue of day old urine.
> snifff ahhhh!
>
> I love to kneel down at my mistresses feet as she
> urinate into the toilet. I love to see the piss come out
> of her beautiful pussy. I am allowed to play in it freely.
> When mistress is done she does not wipe, I am allowed to
> lick the dew drops from her petels. Instead of watering a
> flower her flower waters me. I love her pussy pee. She is
> so generous, so caring.
>
> My facination with pee goes way back into my childhood.
> We were very poor. Me and my older sister had to share a bed.
> When she was about seven she started wetting the bed. Everyday
> we would wake up in my sisters urine. Because we sleep side by
> side it was mostly on her side of the bed. She would jump up
> when she saw the pee like a ant bite her. But not me as soon as
> she got up I would role over into her hot piss puddle facefirst
> into it. I would begin to smell her wonderful pee. I would rub
> my face all in it. I rolled in it. I sucked it out of the
> sheets.
>
> It was a very small apartment, so I often got caught
> sniffing my sisters piss stain. Mother would come into the
> room to change the sheets and she would say "Missy what are
> you doing? Get out of that." But I would say "No mommy come
> back later I want to lay in my sisters pee. It is so nice."
> But she would say "Get the hell out of there!" So I had to
> wake up. I would wear my sisters honeysuckle pee all day and
> love it.
>
> Like pee? Add your favarorite pee lovers story to
> this message and repost it. Pleasssse. I hope to see a whole
> bunch of tales about the joy of pee. How you got started
> with pee, the best things about pee, why its ok to be a
> peeophilo, drinking pee, taking a pee bath... Have fun all,
>
> bye bye missy.
Sorry, but my english is not so good !
This is my story:
My facination with pee goes also way back into my childhood. My way to
school was very long and at one day i dont go to the toilet in school.
I start to run on the way home because i had to piss. 300 meters bevore
i reached our house a road was crossing my way! No one was stopping to
let my cross. I steppt from one feet to the other. I pushed my ass
together and hoped that a hole apears in that car-stream! But no hope
helps! I dont want to piss on the street because of the persons around
me. After a minute or two, a friendly old lady stopped and let me run
over the street. But it was to late! While i was running to the bushes
and tree on the other side of the Street the hot piss comes out of my
penis makes my jeans wet and run into my shoes. My feeling was so bad
because i was seven jears old. When my mom sees the disaster she said:
"What are you doing? You are to old to make you wet. Why do you pee in
your throuthers? ......"
My feeling was like a small helpless baby!
But live goes on and all was normal since i was 17 jears old! I
sometimes thaught back to that pissy day. One time my parents were in
holiday that "helpless baby feeling" comes back! I liked this feeling so
much, that i locked the bathroom and pissed into my throuthers - great
feeling! The next day i want to pee another way, like a baby. So i
slipped in a long underwar, fill it with wool and let my yellow pee out.
When mom and dad comes back from their holiday i had pissed in my
throuthers up to 20 times.
Today i am 21 jears old and like to piss me wet more than ever.
Sometimes i wear moms panties, sometimes i lay in bed and bevore i fall
asleep i pee in the bed, sometimes i drive home from the Disco and piss
in the car, but only when my parents are in holidays. When my parents
are at home i lock the bathroom, lay me down and piss in my face, mouth
and all over my Body.
Since a few month i started to piss and shit in my throuthers to get the
feeling more realistic. I also sometimes drink my pee and lick my shit.
Baby pissing greetings from Fred!
PS: please tell me newsgroups/http pages about shitting-sex, urine-sex
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From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: New: Showing Off Susan 5/? by Doc (MMMM/F, wife, nc)
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Showing off Susan Part 5/? (MMMM/F, wife, nc, humil) Susan5.txt
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of forced sexual behavior and
sex against one's will. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS
ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are
illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.
It contains scenes of sexual assault, nonconsenting sexual relations and
descriptions of impending humiliation and torture. Please STOP reading
here if this type of material offends you.
STORY Showing off Susan Part 5/?
Lanny was already playing cards and drinking beer with Chet and Henry at a
small table in the motel room as Susan stumbled through the open doorway
to room 108 followed by Joe and Willy. Lanny briefly noticed the
terrified look in Susan's eyes as she focused on him. He was pretty
wasted himself by this time so he just made some smart remark about what
took them so long, did they take the scenic route.... or something like
that.
Deep down he knew he should probably put a stop to this idea of shaving
Susan before things got out of hand but his ego wouldn't allow it. "Let's
party" he shouted as he offered Joe and Willy a cold can of beer.
Susan slumped to a sitting position on the bed as the five guys talked
about who was winning the card game. Joe made the excuse to Lanny that he
and Willy would have brought Susan to the motel sooner but they had to
stop and talk to another friend he saw on the way out of the club.
"Here's to the best sport I've met in a long time," said Joe as he raised
his can of beer to Lanny in a salute.
The young husband just loved hearing all four men tell him how cool he was
letting them party with him and his new wife. "That's what good friends
are for," praised the others. He was too drunk to notice the knowing
looks exchanged between the four older strangers in the small room.
After all, Joe had agreed there wouldn't be any touching or anything that
might put Susan at risk of catching a disease. He didn't want anything to
hurt his pretty wife. All he knew was that he had dreamed of seeing Susan
put in a humiliating position many times and it was finally happening.
The very idea of this fat barber shaving Susan's sweet pussy was so
exciting he couldn't help being caught up in the enthusiasm of the four
guys. He just had to go through with it.
She looked so sexy in her black dress as she propped herself up on one arm
sitting on the double bed in the seedy motel room. He rationalized that
he would just have a little more fun at her expense with these blue collar
men that neither of them would ever see again. Joe turned on the radio to
a western music station as he told his friends they were lucky to be able
to help out this young couple with their honeymoon.
All the while she had been sitting listening to the men talking, Susan was
starting to piece together her surroundings. The alcohol she had on the
way to the motel seemed to heighten her senses. She could see Lanny
laughing but the blur of other bodies in the small room took on a
terrifying appearance as she noticed the men's faces for the first time.
They were intent on watching her closely while making quick glances at her
husband.
It was then she remembered the terrible things Joe had said to her back at
the bar and how he kept squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple till
it hurt. The memory of Willy pulling on her pubic hair and pushing his
finger in her as they sat in the booth made her tremble with disgust. She
felt like a trapped fawn in the forest and hungry wolves were circling her
getting ready for the kill. The man she married and trusted was sitting
stinking drunk unable to protect her from these vile men.
Joe walked over to Susan and brushed a strand of auburn hair back off her
forehead. He sneered at her as he ask Lanny politely if he minded if they
danced with his wife. "Sure help yourself" Lanny mumbled as he sat
holding his half empty can of beer at the table. Joe reached down and
grabbed Susan by the arm and jerked her upward for the slow dance around
the motel room. He pulled her close and mashed the front of his dirty
jeans into her as they moved slowly in circles.
He could feel her try to twist her body from his embrace as his hands
roamed down across her ass. Chet, Henry and Willy were watching intently
as he continued to fondle her bottom as they danced. Joe noticed Lanny's
eyes were closed and he looked like he wasn't far from passing out.
Turning Susan's back towards his three friends with a cruel wink, he
reached down pulling the back hem of her dress up to her waist.
The three guys grinned back at Joe as he held up her dress exposing all of
Susan's pantyless ass to his friends in the brightly lighted room. She
didn't realize her bare ass was exposed until Joe reached down with both
hands and squeezed the two soft mounds. Susan smelled his stale breath
and gave a little scream as she tried to push away his kneading hands from
her bottom. Joe quickly let the hem of her dress fall in place as the
scream brought Lanny's head up with a jerk.
"Hey Lanny," Joe shouted, "Your little wife is a good dancer but I think
she needs a few more drinks before she will let ole Willy here give her a
trim." Why don't you and Henry walk over to the club and bring back a
bottle while Willy gets everything ready. Henry started to object but Joe
still dancing with her gave him a stern look and motioned for him to get
Susan's husband on his way across the parking lot to buy the bottle.
Lanny should have known better than to trust these rough strangers with
his drugged bride alone in the motel room. But as Henry put his hand on
his shoulder to walk out the door, Lanny again got bolder as he told his
dancing wife to be nice to their friends while he was gone. He should
have noticed the frightened look in her eyes when she understood her
husband was leaving the room. The young husband should have been alarmed
as he watched is wife struggle against Joe as he held her tight against
him dancing.
The three men let out a yell as the watched Lanny and Henry fade into the
darkness of the parking lot. Joe pulled away from Susan leaving her
standing in the middle of the room. "All right you sweet little bitch,
it's showtime," yelled Joe as he sat down at the table. "It's time to
show us your tits you've been shakin at us all night," Joe hissed. "Hell,
just take your fuckin dress off and show us all the pretty things you been
hiding under it."
Susan searched their faces for help as she began crying and shaking as her
sobs grew stronger. She made no move to comply with Joe's orders but
instead pleaded with the strange men... No... No.... Please No..... as she
searched the room for her husband. "Your dumb shit husband ain't here,
sweety'" he taunted. "Don't make me come over there and take it off for
you," threatened Joe, "Take the God damn thing off."
Susan's mind was spinning but she instinctively made a run for the door to
get away from these awful men. She was no match for them as Chet pulled
her back to the center of the room and the three guys joined by the
returning Henry formed a circle around the terrified bride. The four men
pushed her back and forth between them as though they were using her like
a rag doll.
Four set of hands came from all directions grabbing her heaving tits,
pinching her thighs and butt as she did her best to slap away the invading
hands. Just when she would dislodge a hand from her breast, several more
would be on her bare thigh or causing her to cry out from a cruel pinch on
her bottom. All four guys were laughing at her efforts to fight them off
as Joe reached up and untied the strap holding the top of her dress in
place. "God she is a little wildcat," Joe yelled, "this might slow her
down a little."
Now Susan had to hold the top of her dress up with one hand so she could
only slap and scratch at the men with the other. The invading hands were
able to sneak up under her short skirt and pinch her bare butt before she
could slap them away. The pain and struggle she was experiencing cleared
her mind somewhat and triggered her natural survival instinct.
Joe let out a cry as the long fingernails on her free hand slashed across
his right cheek leaving red trails down the side of his face. "Ouch you
little bitch.... so you want to play rough do you.... let's play "Ring
around the rosy with her guys!" Chet and Henry each grabbed a wrist and
pulled Susan's arms away from her front straight out on each side and held
them. The untied top sagged but stayed up held in place by the points of
her nipples. It only took a few jerks of her stretched arms between Chet
and Henry as they turned her in a circle to make the dress top fall around
Susan's waist baring her beautiful tits to the leering men.
Tears were streaming down her face as they continued to shake her back and
forth making her naked tits bounce obscenely. "Look at those fuckin jugs
bounce," hissed Henry as they all enjoyed her pleading. Joe walked up
behind her and slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her dress. As
she was held in place, he slowly slipped her dress over her ass and down
into a puddle around her small ankles.
There was a moment of silence as the four dirty men noticed how truly
beautiful Susan's naked body was under the revealing light. The young
wife's tan lines contrasted her tanned legs with the white triangle
framing the soft auburn hair covering Susan's pubic mound. The whiteness
of her beautiful dimpled ass was interrupted only by the dark crack that
hid her secret places.
Her face and neck colored with a pale blush as she realized she was
standing naked in front of strange men with her arms held stretched out to
her sides. Lanny's pretty wife was on display for these perverts to enjoy
and her husband wasn't there to help her. Henry had left him sitting at
the club waiting for the bottle to be purchased. He had whispered to his
bartender friend to make Lanny wait 20 minutes. Henry headed for the
men's room and had told Lanny to wait for him before going back to the
motel.
The four men figured they had about 15 more minutes before her drunk
husband found his way back to the motel room. Plenty of time to have more
fun with Lanny's helpless naked wife. Susan was standing held in place by
her out stretched arms between Chet and Henry. Joe had a cruel grin as he
walked up behind her saying to the guys "let's see how ticklish she really
is."
Her exposed arm pits were too much for Joe to resist as he jammed his
fingers into her flesh and up and down her ribs. Susan let out a squeal
as she thrashed around trying to evade Joe's tickling fingers but she was
held tight by her arms. "Go baby go, wiggle that cute little ass for us,"
Joe laughed as he also started pinching her on her bare butt.
Susan was kicking wildly and putting on an obscene sort of dance spectacle
much to the delight of her audience. She was aware of her complete nudity
and shame of being held by each arm and tickled by Joe in front of these
strange men. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears as she laughed and
squealed from the torment.
"Now... now sweet thing, settle down," Joe whispered from behind as he
reached around cupping and squeezing her milky tits. All the men watched
as he mashed them together and toyed with her softness while telling her
how nasty she looked. Even though she struggled, she was helpless to
dislodge his fingers as they rolled her nipples to hardness.
He pinched down on her nipples between his dirty thumbs and fingers
pulling them upward holding the entire weight of her breasts by her
nipples. Susan cried out as Joe bobbed her tits up and down by the
nipples showing his friends how much they looked like water balloons.
"Make her show us her pussy" yelled the grinning Henry as he rubbed his
cock through his pants. "How about it honey, don't you want to give us a
little pose and show us old farts your cute little pussy?" laughed Joe as
he sat down at the table. Susan stood motionless in the middle of the
room sobbing holding an arm across her breasts and the other hand covering
her soft auburn haired pussy.
"No... no... please no more... please" pleaded Susan. "Now be nice to the
guys like your dumb shit hubby told you to or I'll spank that little ass
of yours till you can't sit down." The frightened wife searched Joe's
leering face for pity but he was loosing his temper with her. Without
warning, Joe grabbed her and threw her down across his lap holding her
wrists together behind her back. Susan was draped across the Joe's knees
with her tits hanging on one side and her perfect naked bottom directly
under his gaze.
She squeezed her legs together knowing all these filthy men were watching
as he rubbed his hand across her exposed bottom. The contrast of her
white ass cheeks and her long tanned legs made the view that much more
exciting. The first crack of Joe's hand on her bare ass hurt so much she
let out a loud scream. Chet reached under her face and covered her mouth
with his hand as Joe continued to pound away at Susan's reddening butt.
His slaps would go from side to side with such pain Susan forgot about her
modesty and kicked out with her legs letting the men catch glimpse of the
dark hair covered furrow.
Joe pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the middle of the floor.
Susan rubbed her red bottom as tears streamed down her face. "Now honey,
go over and lay on the bed and spread you legs for the guys," Joe
commanded. The sobbing young wife hesitated but walked over and sat on
the bed as she saw Joe pull his belt from the loops. Joe snapped the belt
in his hands as all four men gathered around the pleading bride. "Now
then just strike a pose for us on your back, spread your legs and show us
how cute your little pussy is."
Susan slowly scooted to the middle of the bed laying on her back stiff as
a board with her arms at her sides. "Oh honey you can do better that ,"
threatened Joe snapping his belt, "Show the guys your pretty pussy."
Susan closed her eyes and opened her tanned legs till they were pointing
at the corners of the bed. The men pushed closer as the closed lips of
her sex came into view under the bright lights.
"What do you think guys," ask Joe as he jabbed Willy with his elbow.
"Honey, the guys really want to see your pussy lips open so pull your
knees up to your shoulders for us." Susan reluctantly obeyed Joe pulling
her knees up and holding them against her chest with her hands. The men
gasp as the thin lips of the young wife's pussy flowered open to their
gaze.
"God damn look at that sweet fuckin tight little cunt," breathed Henry.
"Hey man, look at that pink meat inside, Chet added, "make her pull it
open." "You heard him sweetheart," Joe teased snapping the belt, "Pull
those juicy pussy lips open wide and show Chet how pink you are way
inside." The tormented wife reached down and slowly pulled her most
secret place wide open as four horny men looked intently at her obscenely
displayed pussy.
Susan held the pose while Joe reached out and placed the tip of his index
finger on her exposed clit. The young wife gasp in surprise as he lightly
rubbed the sensitive nub back and forth with his finger. "See honey," he
teased as she started to squirm, "it's not so bad to let us nice fellows
play with your pussy..... is it?"
Continued in Part 6.................
More chapters about the humiliation and adventures of Susan to come soon.
She is in for some more real bad trouble ......
If you can relate to the husband Lanny or our poor little wife Susan,
E-mail me and let me know what you think. For any of you that would like
to receive a picture of Susan, tell me about yourself and I will send it
out to you by E-mail.
"The Doc"
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From: kwalla@mail.pacifier.com (Kurt Walla)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Re: Do girls enjoy reading these stories too?
Date: 11 Sep 1996 02:54:37 GMT
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Well, I don't know how many, but MY girlfriendlikes nothing better than for
me to log on to this newsgroup and pull a new and different story to read as
a slow warm-up to long night, or afternoon, or early morning...etc...
koala
In article <32311565.210@awinc.com>, klawrie@awinc.com says...
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>Just wondering if:
>
>This is my first posting--I curious if women enjoy reading these privite
>stories also??
>
>Thanks
>Waiting Patently
>K.L.
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From: Micky <nasoni@indi.it>
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Subject: Story Research
Date: 9 Sep 1996 16:10:53 GMT
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To: alt.sex.stories
I'm search the story on Pensilvany Girls.
I'm not subscribed this newsgroup.
My EMAIL is: nasoni@indi.it
Thanks
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Subject: Would everyone just STOP responding to the US LOSERS thread?!
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This thread is getting downright annoying!!!!!!!!!
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From: Orchid <orchid@fastlane.net>
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Subject: Re: Find $50,000!
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> Beyford, TX 76021
>
> 2) Now remove the top name from the list, and move the other four
> names up. In other words, #5 becomes #4 and so on. Put your name as
> the fifth one on the list. You can do this by simply retyping the
> article or reposting it to other newsgroups with the
> edited addresses.
>
> 3) Post the article to at least 200 newsgroups. There are 17,000, so
> it shouldn't be hard to find that many.
>
> You are now in the mail order investment business, and should start
> seeing returns within a week or two. Of course, the more newsgroups
> you post to, the greater your return will be. If you wish to remain
> anonymous, you may use a psuedonym, but make sure your address is
> correct.
>
> Now, here is why the system works:
>
> Of every 200 posts I made, I recieved 5 responses. Yes, only 5. You
> make $5 for every 200 posts with your name at #5.
>
> Each person who sent you $1 now also makes 200 additional postings
> with your name at #4. ie. 1000 postings. On average therefore, 50
> people will send you $1 with your name at #4. $50.
>
> Your 50 new agents make 200 postings each with your name at #3 or
> 10,000 postings. Average return 500 people= $500. They make 200
> postings each with your name at #2=100,000 postings=5000 return at $1
> each=$5000.
>
> Finally, 5,000 people make 200 postings with your name at #1 and you
> get a return of $50,000 before your name drops off the list. AND THATS
> IF EVERYONE DOWN THE LINE MAKES 200 POSTINGS! Total income in one
> cycle=$55,000.
>
> From time to time, when you see your name no longer on the list, you
> take the latest posting that appears in the newsgroups, and send out
> another $5, and put your name at #5, and start posting again.
> Remember, 200 postings is only a guideline. the more you post, the
> greater the return.
>
> Lets review why you should do this. THE ONLY COST IS $5, AND 5 STAMPS,
> AND 5 ENVELOPES. Anyone can afford $5 for such an effortless
> investment with such SPECTACULAR RETURNS.
>
> Some people have said to me, "what happens if the scheme is played out
> and no one sends me any money?" Big Deal, so you lose $5-but what are
> the chances of that happening??
>
> There are millions of internet users, and millions of new net surfers
> every month.
>
> Remember- read the instructions carefully, and play fairly. Thats the
> only way this will work. Get a printout so you can refer back to this
> article easily.
>
> Try to keep a list of everyone that sends you money and always keep
> an eye on the postings to make sure everyone is playing fairly. You
> know where your name should be.
>
> REMEMBER-HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY.
> WHAT ARE 5 DOLLARS TO YOU ?
> YOU DO NOT NEED TO CHEAT THIS IDEA TO MAKE MONEY!!!
>
> This is the easiest way that you can make a buck. Think how excited
> you'll be to open up your mailbox day after day! Will it be $49?
> $122? Start making your plans, because it can happen to you.
Stop this dribble.
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From: stephano@sprynet.com
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Subject: REQ:Wards Wild Week
Date: 9 Sep 1996 00:58:43 GMT
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please post or email. thanx
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From: jo
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Subject: repost-Susan humil stories
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Could someone please repost all of the Susan humil stories. Thanks!