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BILL
By Luke Owens
Portland can be a boring town. Sometimes.
I was home on leave from the Navy and had gone out to Dahl
and Penne's one Friday night (the Cell hadn't opened yet, this
being only 1977). I was 21 and wearing my uniform, so I was
getting lots of attention, most of which I didn't want. Then
Bill came up and told me I was coming home with him.
Now Bill wasn't a prettyboy, but he was the hottest man I
have ever seen. He was wearing a khaki cop uniform and filled
it out better than most cops I have seen. I couldn't see his
eyes because he was wearing mirrored sunglasses, but that only
made his fantasy image hotter. I was not only turned on by his
looks, but by his assurance that I would take his orders without
question. This was what I had been looking for! We went to his
place.
When we got to his place, Bill put me through my paces
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after a short talk.
"I ain't into no lovey-dovey crap," he told me. "If I
wanted that, I would've picked up a drag queen or somethin'. By
accepting me, you've placed yourself under my orders and agreed
to follow them without hesitation or question. Understood?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" I shouted, just like at boot camp.
"Good. Strip and put your uniform on that chair."
I neatly folded my uniform and put it on the chair he had
pointed to. When I turned to face him, he was no more than six
inches from me, holding something made of leather. It was a
hood with laces up the back. He handed it to me and told me to
put it on.
He made sure the hood was on right before he laced up the
back and tied it down firmly. Then he put another piece of
leather over the eyepieces and it snapped on, blocking off my
vision. He then put my wrists into a pair of handcuffs and
locked them behind my back.
"We won't bother with the gag until I decide you need it.
And you will," he said with a grin I could hear, even though I
couldn't see it.
He forced me down to my knees and pushed me down to his
boots and ordered me to lick them. I obeyed eagerly, boots
being one of my favorite things. I love the taste and smell of
polished leather and get a raging hard-on just looking at a nice
pair of boots or even thinking about them. I'm not so turned on
by the soles, but it's all part of the scene, so when Bill
lifted the boots for me to clean the soles, I did. When I was
done with that, I took the toe of his boot into my mouth and
sucked on it like it was a hot cock. He laughed with surprise.
"Shit, you sure like my boots, don't ya, boy?"
I mumbled indistinctly through my full mouth, unwilling to
give up that wonderful leather.
He hit me on top of my head, hard. It didn't really hurt,
because of the hood, but it sure got my attention.
"When I ask you a question, boy, you stop what you're doin'
and answer me! Got that?"
Reluctantly I pulled away from his boot.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, it won't happen again."
"Sorry ain't gonna get your ass fucked, boy. I'm gonna
have to punish you so you'll remember. I'm gonna shave you."
I started begging him not to; I didn't want the guys on my
ship to see me without any hair on my body. I was promising to
be good; to do anything Bill wanted me to, as long as he didn't
shave me.
I should have saved my breath; all I got for my begging was
a gag that snapped to the hood just like the blindfold.
He fastened some kind of collar around my neck and put a
leash on it. I was ordered to my knees and told not to get up
from them until I was given permission. Then Bill started
jerking on the leash and I had to follow him on my knees.
I heard a door open and felt a cool gust of air hit my
body. I balked and Bill jerked the leash harder, but I kept
fighting him; I didn't want to be seen like that from the
street.
"Get your ass out here, kid," he growled. "Ain't nobody
gonna see ya. We're just goin' to the garage through the back
yard and that's fenced in." With that he gave a mighty jerk on
the leash and I fell out the door.
I managed to get back to my knees, no small feat without
the use of my hands, and Bill kept pulling on that leash the
whole time like he didn't care if I was following under my own
power or not.
He got me into the garage and closed the door. I heard him
flip a switch and then he led me to the far wall and told me to
stand up. He pushed me over to where he wanted me and I felt
him putting some kind of restraints on my ankles. Then he undid
the handcuffs and put my wrists, one at a time, into restraints
that held my arms up over my head.
He took the collar off my neck and removed the hood,
replacing the gag with another that didn't need a hood. It was
a leather band that went around my head and held my mouth open.
I wasn't sure what that accomplished, but figured I'd find out
later. Boy, was I right about that!
He held up a straight razor in front of my face. I'd never
seen one before and the way the light glinted off it, I was sure
I didn't want him to use it on me. I couldn't do anything about
it if he did, though.
"You see how sharp this is, boy? You better hold still
because I bet you don't want to lose your balls or somethin'. I
want you smooth and I want you to watch what I'm doin'. We'll
both enjoy it more that way."
With that, he started shaving my left pit. He wasn't using
any kind of soap or shaving cream or whatever, just the razor.
It felt like he was sandpapering my pit.
Obeying his order, I watched as the hair came off my pit.
I was kind of scared about what people would say when they saw
me without any hair, but I was also turned on by what was
happening; my dick told me that.
Bill's dick was just as hard as mine was, but he had more
than I did, if the bulge in his pants was any gauge. He was
still wearing his cop uniform, right down to the mirrored
shades, and looked so hot I thought I would die from wanting
him.
But he kept right on shaving me from the neck down. It
took a long time, but he was patient and got the job done. When
he had finished, he took the gag out of my mouth and stood there
expectantly for a few minutes. Not knowing what he wanted, I
looked down at my denuded body. It looked just like a kid's,
not a hair to be seen. It was ugly, but somehow exciting at the
same time. The only reason I didn't get a hard-on was that I
had had one all through the scene.
Finally he grabbed me by the hair on my head.
"Since you're not thanking me, I'll assume you want more
taken off."
With that, he put the gag back in my mouth and walked off.
When he came back, he was carrying a pair of scissors. I
realized right then that he intended to shave my head. I felt
my eyes grow wide and shook my head violently.
"Too late, boy. You had your chance to thank me; now it's
gonna cost you your hair for not doing it!"
He started cutting my hair with the scissors until it was
short enough to shave. That didn't take long, since I wore a
regulation cut. It felt strange being completely hairless. The
air was both hot and cold against the areas Bill had shaved.
This time, when he took the gag out, I was sure to thank
him profusely for the shaving and the lesson. I sure didn't
want my eyebrows taken off, too!
He didn't sSir!" Then I had a thought. "Permission to
speak, Sir!"
"Granted. What's on your mind, boy?"
"Sir, may my next drink be warm, Sir?"
He grabbed me by the back of the hood and tilted my head
up.
"You sure about that, boy?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" I shouted eagerly.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he muttered. He unzipped his pants
and shoved his cock in my mouth. "Just remember, you asked for
this, boy!"
His piss flooded my mouth and I drank it as though it was
going out of style. It tasted just like warm beer and I loved
it. His reminder that I had asked for it wasn't needed; I had
done this before and was a big fan of recycled beer. Evidently
Bill was used to guys who hadn't done anything of this type
before and had to be forced.
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From: LISA23@NEWNET1.COM
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Subject: Older Lady and Younger Guy
Date: 1 Oct 1996 18:10:53 GMT
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THE UPPERCLASSMAN HUNK
Men do not seem aware that women have "codes". When women work
closely together in a busy office, we do not have the opportunity to
communicate in the normal fashion. So we have codes and "underground"
ways of communicating.
In my office there is one other secretary. I will call her "Amy"
as an alias. She is 27 years old (19 years younger than me). She lives
and was raised in a very small village near here and is, as a result, a
very "old-fashioned" girl. She is married and has one child, a two year
old son. She, her husband and son are surrounded by extended family in
this very small farming village. Amy's attitudes about life are very
restrictive by my standards and everything is "black and white" to her.
Everything has to be done in the traditional way and when I ask her why,
her answer is "just because that is the way it is done". Irregardless
that she and I are from two widely different backgrounds and that our
views of life are very different, Amy and I are good friends. And that is
fortunate because it is not always that way with women in an office, as I
have learned over the years.
There are many things Amy and I would disagree on regarding
morality, the importance (or lack of it) of tradition, how to do things
and freedom. Yet we have some nice things in common. One is a deep
appreciation for a good-looking man. When one comes into my office to
talk with me, she is facing a doorway into my room and can see everything.
If I am busy, someone coming in will normally see that and go to her for
assistance and I can see them. In such moments, it is not uncommon for
her or I to give the other one a wink or to smile discreetly at the other
in a lavicious way. We know what it means. It means "Hunk Alert". Part
of the fun of it is the way it makes the one talking to the man slightly
uncomfortable. It is funny to make the other blush. Amy is a natural
blonde and blushes very easily and, because of her old-fashioned nature,
she blushes at more things than I do. I am a strawberry blonde with fair
skin and blush too. It is hilarious to make the other blush when they are
talking seriously to a "hunk". It is funny to watch the other one try to
look natural as they tell the student about procedures or transact a
typing assignment with a faculty member.
A couple years ago there was an undergraduate student who looked
enough like Tom Cruise to be his double. He was quite a handsome fellow.
He had one unusual quirk which Amy found amusing. Whenever he came into
the office he would talk with me and not her. Even if I was busy, he
would take a seat and wait rather than talk to Amy. As far as Amy and I
knew he had no reason to feel a grudge against her. She had never talked
with him so she could not have given him a "wrong answer" sometime. He
just always waited on me. And when he talked to me Amy would be doing
everything she could do, including "chatting" naughty little messages to
my computer screen over the net. She did anything to get me to blush or
to stifle outright laughter. He would take care of whatever and leave
and, as usual, I would give her "hell" (in a friendly joking way) for
making me uncomfortable.
This young man had one other quirk which I never told to Amy and
which she never showed any sign of noticing from the ten or twelve foot
distance from my desk. He had a nice bulge. It was especially nice since
me sitting in my chair and him standing it was at eye level. It usually
grew as he talked with me. I could see it creeping upward. Its growth
would occur in jerks and pops as it rubbed its way up inside his clothing.
I don't know what other women would think in a moment like this.
My first reaction is one of amusement. There is also an element of pride
("Ooooooh, he LIKES me!"). If there is any length of time, my imagination
can run free. I can begin to visualise its shape as it curves upward, its
head enlarging. Perhaps it is veiny causing ridges along the shaft which
feel so good rubbing vertically along the lips of my pussy or along the
lubricated crack of my butt. The ridges and veins are even more
interesting as they ripple in and out of my lips or felt by my sensitive
tongue.
So this young "Tom Cruise" was the subject of many of Amy's raised
eyebrows, lavicious looks, network chats, etc. As far as I could tell, he
was never aware of my feelings nor of Amy's frantic attempts to embarass
me. I was always able to transact "business" with him as usual.
Privately, I wondered why he always came to me and what the
meaning was of his stiffening tool which grew enourmously large. Was he
one of these young men who appreciated "older women"? I am 46 but do not
look it. But even if I look 35, which people tell me, I still would be an
"older woman" to him.
I am convinced, after years of experience, that men and women
barely have a clue about the other sex's sexuality. What makes the other
sex tick? What their "kinkies" are? What are the feelings and
motivations which underly these sexual preferences and fetishes? Twenty
five years of marriage and an excellent marriage and sex life have just
really revealed a very small "window" to male sexuality. Also, men view
the sexuality of women through a very small window as well, when they are
sexually experienced. If the man's sexual experience is limited or he is
young, most of his guesses about what makes a woman tick sexually are
wrong. Many such men think female sexuality is the same as theirs. They
think we are visually stimulated like they are (like we would be as
inclined to masturbate with a copy of Playgirl as they are with Playboy).
Or they misinterpret our reactions to male strippers, thinking we are
aching to "take" the male stripper, when actually we are having a great
deal of fun at the stripper's expense and reacting more with our lady
friends than really with the stripper. A large part of our sexual
stimulation is tactile. Putting a dollar bill in the stripper's g-string
and getting a little feel of his hard (and usually large) cock is a thrill.
Anyway, this upperclassman was making a "hit" in our office, in
some ways that Amy was unaware.
Last summer I was doing some typing for a psych prof who writes
"poetry". I put that in quotes because his poetry is a serious venture on
his part but he doesn't have an artistic bone in his body and is "anal
retentive". His "poetry", as a result, is so funny it makes me hurt to
read it. My husband loves good poetry and reads what I type just for the
entertainment value. Because of the version of DOS at the office and a
different version at home, I found it best to do the word processing at
work because his discs were compatable with that version of DOS and the
version at home would do strange things to the documents. As a result, I
often went in to the office sometime on Saturday when I had nothing
pressing at home and would work an hour or two and catch up on what he had
left me.
One such Saturday, I arrived at 8:00 to my third floor office.
Walking down the hallway I noticed that not a single person was in our
department and, in fact, if one had been (especially at that hour) I would
have been extremely surprised. As I came to my office door, I turned off
the security alarm and unlocked the door and went inside to type.
After I was there for about 45 minutes a little "beep-beep-beep"
started to sound above the ceiling tiles in a corner of the office. We
had noticed that this sound ocurred at the same time each day and laughed
about it wondering what it was. On this quiet Saturday morning the sound
was more noticeable and aroused my curiosity to solve the mystery once and
for all. The sound was exactly like the sound of a digital watch alarm
going off and lasted about the same length of time.
I walked over to the corner of the room where this sound appeared
to come from. In that corner are several four drawer filing cabinets and
to the left, away from the corner, was a table and chairs. So I stepped
up onto a chair, then the table, and up on to the filing cabinets, having
to crouch down below the ceiling. When I came to the corner ceiling
panel, I lifted it and looked up into the dark cavity above the suspended
ceiling. As my eyes were adjusting to the darkness, I looked around. It
was not totally dark because a fair amount of light was coming up from the
ceiling light fixtures, creating a dull greyness. I couldn't see
anything, however, which caused the beep.
As I was looking and just about ready to give up my adventurous
search, I felt something below the ceiling on my leg. It was a hand. I
felt it gently grab my ankle. I wasn't alarmed. My initial impression
was that one of the faculty had come in and found my standing up into the
ceiling amusing and was playing games. I instantly thought about how
Cathy's excursion into the wonders of ceiling space would be the joke of
the department for weeks to come. I smiled. I began to come down from
the ceiling. As I lowered my knees onto the filing cabinets, my head
still above the ceiling, the "hands" removed my shoes and began caressing
the soles of my feet.
I doubled down to look and there behind me was the Tom Cruise
look-alike. I said something like "OH!..." and remembered trying to
explain what I was doing. I put the ceiling tile back into its place and
began to scoot off the filing cabinets. He (I'll call him Tom) took his
strong hands and guided me off and lifted me gently to the floor.
"Is there something I can do for you?" I added after explaining my
amusing position.
"Perhaps." He had not moved back from me. My butt was against
the filing cabinet drawers and his bulge was pressing against the area
between my navel and mound. I realized generally his intentions.
I had several options at that moment. If I screamed, someone
might hear me on the floor. If anyone were there, the pre-fab portable
walls are thin enough that someone several rooms away could probably hear
me and rescue me. I could talk with him. Tell him about the consequences
of rape and appeal to his logic and morality. I could allow myself to be
raped. I was a big girl and could take care of myself. Or I could enjoy
the moment. I considered all the options. I did not want to scream and
cause a ruckous which would destroy Tom and keep me busy with campus
police reports. I figured I could stop this easily and cleanly by
appealing to his logic. The consequences of his actions and the logical
outcomes were in my favor. But something deep within me (perhaps caused
by the pressure of his hard dick against my belly) caused me to take the
final option. Savor it. Enjoy.
I placed my hands at the side of his waist and put my mouth to his
lips and we kissed lightly. I turned up the pressure and forced my tongue
against his lips, causing him to open up and then our tongues danced the
tango together.
I locked the office door and turned the light out and we went into
my boss's office turning the light on in there and locking that door
behind us. My heart was pounding and I wondered what kind of lover this
young man would be. He could be inexperienced and "fast". I had no idea
but knew that I would find out. If he were inexperienced, I would play
"teacher" and introduce him to the World of Kink.
After I turned the light on and locked the door, he put his arm
gently around my shoulder and guided me again to his lips, pressing my
body against his. Again I could feel that bulge poking me...that same
bulge which I had imagined through the cloth of his pants so many times
before as he had stood before my desk in the office. Now it was being
pressed into my belly from the outside. I knew that soon it would be
pressed into my belly from the inside and then it would be part of me.
There were many thoughts flitting through my mind and it was his kisses
and my responses which slowed my mind down and caused me to remain in the
moment.
His hands were rubbing my back, up and down my spine. At the
lower end of my spine his hands followed the curvature of my buttocks and
each stroke there pressed me closer into him. I was kissing him wildly
then and breathing hard through my nose. I started down on him with my
kisses, along the sides of his neck to his shirt collar and around his
ears. My hands began to unbutton his shirt and as it unbuttoned I kissed
lower to his undershirt and my hands reached inside to his back. Then I
lifted up on his undershirt and knealt down to kiss his bare belly. In
one movement I lifted his undershirt over his head and off his arms with
his outer shirt. I hugged his naked torso and then kissed it up and down.
He unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it back and I removed it and he
unsnapped my brassiere and I pulled it over my head. We pressed our
bodies together and I went down on him again with my kisses, pausing at
his belt line as I undid his belt and pants. I spent several minutes
teasing him before pulling his pants and underwear down. He stepped out
of his pants, shoes and socks and his very large dick was before my face.
I took his cock into my hands and began to kiss it up and down the shaft
and as I did so, I removed my jeans and panties. We were both naked as I
took his manhood into my mouth and lubricated it for the action I was
intent on giving it.
His penis was as beautiful as I had imagined. It was indeed
large. The cum vein was massive and swollen. The head of his penis was
so swollen it looked like a water balloon ready to burst. The veins were
popping out and blue through the translucent skin binding them in. As I
placed my mouth over his shaft, I could feel the ridges and valleys subtly
caressing my lips. He placed his hands into my hair and guided my head as
I slowly thrust it in and out. I could feel his legs begin to tremble and
he was moaning very softly.
"Oh, let's not go to fast", he softly rasped. "Let's move over
here," and he gestured toward the couch. He took me by the hand and led
me over with him. "I'd like you to continue doing that but let me do the
same to you."
I love the 69 position and he lay on his back and I straddled his
head with my knees and continued what I had been doing. I could feel his
lips reach my pussy as he put his head between my thighs. It felt so good
and I began to "bump and grind" as I ate him and he was begining to eat
me. He seemed in control and was not about to come to early but I could
feel the first waves of spasms deep inside my tummy as he was so carefully
licking my outer lips and clitoris. He seemed to know what to do with my
clitoris. His tongue rolled it on its tip. He was not a newcomer to
this. I was begining to get a little shaky but his swollen dick showed no
signs of being about to burst forth.
Then I could feel the sharp throbs of arousal wave through my
loins and I felt it difficult to control my gyrating torso in his face.
My movements became more erratic and my feet were pressed hard against the
arm of the couch above his head as I attempted to guide myself into
orgasm. The shudders were begining and then the earthquake began. I am,
for all intents and purposes, not aware of what happens during and orgasm.
I know from watching video tapes of them that they can last as little as
15 seconds or as long as minutes but I loose track of time and my
surroundings at the moment of the "tremor". I remember trying to make a
conscious effort not to squeeze his head between my thighs and legs, which
were flailing out of control in jumps and spasms. When I groaned a loud
and gutteral groan I became aware of the thinness of our office walls and
wondered if anyone might have heard me.
He had not cum yet but was real close. I was getting the salty
taste of drips of come on my tastebuds. I continued to swab him up and
down wildly. Loud slurping noises filled the room just before his moans
began and then they took prominence. His moans were getting choppy and he
was throwing his hips forward into my face as his swollen dick jammed into
the back of my throat. I could have had a gag reflex but I think the
reason I didn't was because I wanted to feel his warm sperm in my throat
and mouth. I wanted to taste the salty taste and the yogurt-like texture
and I wanted to swallow it into me.
Then he came. It was an eruption I couldn't hold. I nearly
choked as large globs splashed the short distance from the tip of his head
to the back of my throat. I came up on his dick a little so that I would
not drown in it. As he came he screamed lowly and shook all over. His
cum vein was pounding with throbs and the juice was slamming me like waves
on a rocky shore. I swallowed as fast as I could but could not keep up
with it and the foamy overflow ran from my mouth to the upholstery of the
couch.
I hoped he was not done because I wanted him to fuck me. He was
not going soft and was still moaning a little. I asked him if he was up
for a screw and he gasped, "Yes, yes!" I asked him to get up with me and
we moved to my boss's desk.
My boss, the department chairman, is an absent minded professor.
I like him and we are good friends but his personality is comical to me.
It was not only the erotic desire that made me choose the desk it was also
the secret humor of imagining him come in the office on Monday and having
some dried cum drippings on his desk and whether he would notice them or
not. His personality is such that cleanliness is not necessarily a virtue
with him and if I didn't dust his office it would look like a haunted
house. I wagered he would never notice.
I asked him to do me doggie style and he was excited about that.
I got on my hands and knees on the edge of the desk and lowered my butt
until he could comfortably enter me and we started slowly. He reached
around from my back and caressed the sides of my tits as he slowly drove
home his dick which seemed still as erect as it had been. I rocked back
and forth and skewered myself on him. From our position and angle, the
large cum vein of his dick was rubbing with just the right amount of
lubricated pressure against my clitoris. Waves of heat were already
begining to throb through me. We were so sloppy wet with the juices of
our previous orgasm that it took a lot of concentration for me to keep
myself tight around him. I pressed and pressed the muscles and knew I was
succeeding when I could hear the loud, almost embarassing slurp of wet
suction each time we thrust.
He increased the pace gradually and the deepness and forcefulness
of his pumping and I matched him with my backward and upward gyrations of
my pelvis. Soon, our bodies were slapping together like rifle shots and I
could feel the milder and tamer waves of arousal coming on again. It took
us both a long time. When mine came it was smoother than the first one
but my orgasm was as deep. I could not tell if he came or not the second
time but he said he did.
I rolled onto my back and reached up for him to lay forward onto
me for some afterglow kissing and fondling. Well, this afterglow lasted
for some time and after some gentle kissing and moaning, his dripping,
flaccid cock came alive again and with my butt on the edge of the desk and
my back arched and my legs curved down to the floor, he entered me again.
I was slightly sore but was determined not to let it get in my way,
although I was sure I could not cum again. But I did and he did. Then he
was done.
He leaned the side of his head down to my breasts, breathing hard
from exhaustion now rather than arousal. He tenderly kissed my right
nipple and rolled it between his lips.
"Oh my God..." he gasped. "Oh my God..."
He told me how he had wanted to do these things to me from the
first time he saw me in the office. He said he had had a long-standing
desire or fantasy to have sex with an "older" woman (which he embarassedly
explained and qualified). He said this older woman of his fantasies was
experienced and had red hair (mine used to be red but is now a
reddish-blonde). The fantasy woman was well built and trim but "aged" in
the curves, or something to that effect. I was proud that I had been
chosen to be the one to fulfill this fantasy because it was flattering and
I told him so.
We also talked about how this was a one-time event, never to be
repeated and he not only agreed but said that was his idea from the start.
I told him how my personal and professional life would definitely be
screwed up if this got out at all and that his probably would too. He
agreed. I told him not to tell a soul...not a roommate or drinking buddy
after too many beers, or anyone. We were in agreement.
This student was in his senior year and he graduated after summer
term, when this happened last year. The few times I saw him in the office
after that he was perfectly cool. Stictly professional, not a smile, wink
or any sign which would "give away our secret". I admired that. It was
only the bulge in his pants which grew before my eyes which would tell and
that was no different than before, except that now it was not an erotic
fantasy to wonder what it looked, felt, smelled and tasted like. I knew
every fold and ridge and every nuance of delicious flavors and aromas. It
is now a memory.
On Monday morning my boss arrived and entered his office he was in
there a while and came out to go get his coffee. Sure enough, he had not
noticed his cum-spotted and smeared desk. I knew he'd be gone awhile
because there was a morning "coffee party" around the coffee machine. So
I entered his office and began to clean up because others in the
department would notice these tracks. The couch had a few shiny spots on
the upholstery which rubbed off easily. I had to smile when I looked at
the desk. The full-sized glass surface on his executive desk had obvious
cum pools, splashes and spots all over. Near the front edge was one of
those triangular ass & thigh shaped spots and near it were cummy hand
prints. It all cleaned up easily but I had to laugh.
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Sorry for responding to this thread. I didn't see that it was being
cross-posted to the Christian newsgroups. I believe in respecting
others' beliefs, and not shoving my beliefs into their faces. I wish
people at bus stops would do the same with me.
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I'm still not too clear on exactly when I met her, although I know it was at a
party. I had seen her many times before, though...Sunday mornings without num
ber. I would get wasted Saturday nights and go to breakfast downtown for the
$1.99 special...all you could eat and coffee too. I noticed her there, but
soon accepted her as a regular. We were a wierd crowd there, at least on
Sundays, and she looked vaguely timid. She had short hair, almost punk, but
relaxed. She was rather short, maybe an inch or two below me, and with a thin
but cute face that had deepset, mysterious looking eyes. She was usually
dressed in painted sneakers, long skirts, and a faded red felt jacket that
smelled somewhat of salt sea air when she walked by. At the party, though,
she looked different. My mother had made me come, and I had been right in the
middle of a mescaline trip by the time we arrived. She told me to mingle and
look cheerful.
When I saw her, I was struck by how alike we looked. We both had haircuts
that would look more in place in a New York club than at a fancy dress
party, and the elegant clothes we were wearing we didn't look comfortable in.
One concession, though -- we were both still wearing painted tennis shoes.
She saw me and my shoes, and her face lit up with recognition. She walked
over and we just stood there for a minute or two, smiling. She finally spoke.
"I remembered you from breakfast." "So did I. You don't look too happy to be
here." "You don't either. Someone forced you here, I'll bet."
"Exactly. My dad almost made me wear a wig, but my mom talked him out of it."
"Lucky you. Is there someplace private we could talk? I'm not that great with
crowds." "Yeah, right out here on the patio."
We walked out onto the deck, and stood there overlooking the pool and garden.
We talked for a bit more, and I found out that she was almost 20. It shocked
me a bit, for her height and all. (I was in 10th grade at the time.) She
was an accelerated junior in college, and had to come home every now and then
so "Daddy can show me off. But he wasn't too proud of me this year, with my
new haircut and all."
*************
The party ended, but not before we had promised to see each other at breakfast
the following Sunday. I went home actualy happy for the first time in a while.
Sunday morning came around, but she didn't show up. I wasn't too concerned,
but I did tell the owner to watch for her. I went back home to lie around for
a while but I hadn't been in the house ten minutes when the phone rang.
It was Lisa. She had found my number in my purse that I left at her house, and
she was scare. Her father had finally reached his limit, it seemed, and locked
her in the house until "she learns some mannerSs!" She had gotten out and
downtown but she knew he'd be looking for her there. I immediately invited
her over for the rest of the day, or at least until her parents calmed down. I
gave her directions, unlocked the back door, and realized I hadn't taken a
shower yet. I got into the shower and tried to make itas quick as possible.
When Lisa arrived, I was just stepping out. I wrapped myself in a towel, dried
my hair, and went downstairs. She looked miserable and I realized this was
more serious than I had thought.
"Come on, relax. You're safe here. Want some breakfast?"
"I had some downtown, thanks. But I do need some coffee."
"coming up."
I went to make coffee. I was a bit self-satisfied that a grown
womanÔ(practically, anyway) was relying entirely on me. It made me feel just a
wee bit smug.
Back in the living room. She was lying on the couch with a sad stare. I had to
do something to snap her out of it. "Oh, it can't be that bad, can it?"
"You don't know. My father is a stereotypical bloated capitalist. He doesn't
think about anything but money and his job. I don't know how my mother put up
with him this long." Her voice was rising and getting shakier, I took her hand
and held it firmly, not saying anything, just trying to get her to calm down.
I felt a surge of sympathetic emotion for her and gently squeezed her hand.
She began to calm down, it seemed.
We just sat there for a while, not saying anything, just reaffirming our trust
in one another. Then she looked up and smiled weakly.
"I bet I'm a mess. Can you let mehave the shower?"
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be downstairs for a while."
I went downstairs and realized i had forgotten my books. Going back up the
stairs, I remembered there was a skylight to the bathroom. My curiosity was
aroused, and I quietly arranged myself so I could see all.
Soon she came into view, and began to draw the water. She stripped off her
clothes, and my eyes widened at the sight of her firm, supple body. It amazed
me how her breasts looked so modest when covered, yet now they were tilted
slightly, with small untanned marks near the center. Her smooth belly sloped
downwards toward a light blonde film of hairs, accentuated by her long legs.
My breathing became deeper as I watched her climb into the tub and stretch
out.
As she bathed, she relaxed and seemed to almost fall asleep. As if in a dream,
her hands moved up and began to caress her breasts. A small sigh escaped her
lips, and I watched, fascinated.
Soon she had caused the nipples to stand out, and a deep flush suffused the
flesh of her chest. Her stomach muscles trembled as her questing hands moved
down, smoothing out over her, and slowly approaching the valley between her
legs.
Almost of their own volition, my own hands began to imitate her actions. I
couldn't have looked away from the scene if I had wanted to. Her long graceful
fingers had reached the sacred spot, and were gently plucking and sliding over
the outer lips, as if in preperation for the descent.
My body was alternately perspiring and trembling. Never had I been so aroused,
or taken so long to reach my peak. I shifted myself slightly to get a better
view of her actions.
She drew one hand back up, it seemed, to taste the musky juices she produced.
As the hand at her crotch began to descend, so did my own. Our fingers were
buried to the hilt, forcing the flesh aside, intruding into our depths. I held
back a moan as I watched the scene unfold before me with excitement that I
felt could not be contained. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and
her mouth open. Her tongue escaped momentarily and licked her lips. She looked
every inch a goddess as her hands kept up their slow, steady rhythm. Low
sounds were coming from her mouth now, as her leg muscled tensed and relaxed
alternately. The hand at her pussy began to slide with increasing speed,
varying the strokes and speed, but always with the same goal in mind -- total
pleasure.
My panties were discarded on the floor, long since soaked with my own liquids.
My own hand matched her motions, nipping at the erect bud of my love button,
stroking and plucking the frilly outer lips. My attention was abruptly drawn
back to her as her cries became more audible, and her hips rocked gently up
with an ever-increasing need.
It showed more than ever on her face now, the need to come, the unbearable
tension that had to be released. Her fingers slid in and out now with
undisguised pleasure now, warming to their task, and making her sigh.
My hand motions matched her own, and I felt the selfsame need in my own body.
I gave a slight thrust to my hips, and felt my fingers reach even deeper, hit
a spot that made me quiver. Our bodies moved in the same rhythm, and hands
caressed the same spots. Suddenly, it came upon me. I almost groaned in
surprise as the sweetness of it trust itself on me. I could feel my face
contorting, and my cunt muscles contrac violently, forcing my fingers halfway
out of my body. I forced my eyes open and saw her, her pelvis gyrating,
ecstasy overtaking her as it did me. My body shook and my mind spun as the
loveliness of it overwhelmed me, washed me up and over until I wanted to cry.
Slowly, I came back down. I lay there on the carpet, one hand still at my
crotch, thinking of how I would approach her.
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From: "The Figearos" <figearo@sprynet.com>
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Subject: Re: STORY: True Victorian porno (1879) - The Pearl
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Please tell me where I can get the rest of this?! Is there a site on the
web?
sulli <sulli@ix.netcom.com> wrote in article
<527b1c$k03@dfw-ixnews6.ix.netcom.com>...
> In <3245E440.7A9C@anon.penet.fi> AnonEMoose <an000000@anon.penet.fi>
> writes:
> >
> >Subject: STORY: True Victorian porno (1879) - The Pearl
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> >alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.voyeur
> sm
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From: rainbird@pig.net (poenslave)
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Subject: Re: STORY: True Victorian porno (1879) - The Pearl
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You can find it or order it through any Borders, Books a Million or
Waldenbooks...it is a published book.
poenslave (who read it at 12)
"The Figearos" <figearo@sprynet.com> wrote:
>Please tell me where I can get the rest of this?! Is there a site on the
>web?
>sulli <sulli@ix.netcom.com> wrote in article
><527b1c$k03@dfw-ixnews6.ix.netcom.com>...
>> In <3245E440.7A9C@anon.penet.fi> AnonEMoose <an000000@anon.penet.fi>
>> writes:
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From: macjam@ix.netcom.com(MacLean-Jameson)
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Subject: Re: STORY: True Victorian porno (1879) - The Pearl
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In <01bbaf9f$8523d700$98d6aec7@phoenix> "The Figearos"
<figearo@sprynet.com> writes:
>
>
>Please tell me where I can get the rest of this?! Is there a site on
the web?
>
Most big bookstores carry "The Pearl" in the paperback fiction section
under "anonymous" (with all the other porno they don't want to admit
they carry!). Generally has a bright pink cover.
Tom
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From: mbterry@utkux4.utcc.utk.edu (Michael Blake Terry)
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Subject: Trading Circle Established
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Okay, this post is for all those people who are tired of getting on here
and finding few stories and lots of political bullshit, racial slurs, and
debates about who's country is better. So for all those people, listen
up. I have established a "trading circle." The idea is that I compose a
list of all person's interested and send them a weekly mail with a story
attached. In turn they each reply to everybody and send out a story of
their own. This has turned out to be a great plan as everybody gets at
least 7 or 8 stories in their mailbox. The only catch is that you really
have to depend on other people as to what type of stories you get. So if
you just like to get stories, e-mail me stating you are of legal age, it
is legal in your area, and you wish to view this type of material. I will
send you a confirmation e-mail and put your name on my master list. I
send out a story usually on Monday of each week. And the only stipulation
of joining this circle is that you MUST reply to everyone in the group
with a story within a week, or your name will be removed from the list.
If this interests you, just let me know. This is not a scam to try and
get myself money as I do not charge anything. I just got really fed up of
people posting bullshit. Please note only e-mail responses will be taken
so don't post a reply on here. Thanx
%%%%Wisdom of the Day---Live life until you die.
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From: jdavis@jax.gulfnet.com (John)
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Subject: GBM ISO GWM for SEX in the 904 (Jacksonville, FL) area
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Hello Guys,
I'm a 21 year old black male looking to have sex with a white male, if
any of you fellas out there can handle the job, drop me a line.
JP
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From: eaglon@atl.mindspring.com (eaglon)
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Subject: ATTEN: PJ <<REPOST>> Blood Lust
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pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) wrote:
>Blood Lust
>by PJ
PJ, could you REPOST chapter 1 and 3 through 6... did not get to
read them.
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From: nobody@flame.alias.net (Anonymous)
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Subject: New! NOEL, (3/6) by Christopher Leeson
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NOEL (3/6)
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts, both voluntary and involuntary. Persons
not yet 18, or offended by such subjects, ought not to
read further.
NOEL
Copyright 1996, by Christopher Leeson
Chapter 3
For the next several months, if it wasn't in fact
several years, or even several decades or several
centuries, Lee Scarp enjoyed being a ten-ton gorilla in
a world that marched to his own personal drum beat. He
sloshed down whole warehouse inventories of imported
liquor and never got drunk. He punched out strangers,
even cops, whenever he felt like it. He did what he
wanted to do, whenever he wanted to do it. And he did
it with a vengeance.
He was lionized by the staffs of the swankiest
restaurants and fawned over by beautiful women --
scores of the latter. Whenever the capo eyeballed one
he liked, he had only to say, "Come on, babe, let's
fuck," and she'd slip her hand into his pocket.
Purgatory was a satyr's dream. Once Scarp took a whole
chorus line home with him. He had the energy to jazz
every waking hour never get tired. Or, for variety, he
sometimes told a couple at random, or a even whole
crowd of people, to start screwing while he just sat
back and watched. It was better than a stag film.
And it all got to him as time went on. It would
have gotten to a bronze statue.
#
The boss of bosses, Guido Gurina, sat across from
"Joe Jelly" Madagino, with the two top bumpmen of
Kansas City, Georgio Pizoli and Mike Feinberg, on his
left and right respectively. The four men examined
their new-dealt cards with faces of stone. "Two,"
Gurina rumbled and Mike peeled a couple cards for him
off the top of the Bicycle deck. The room was dark,
except for a single light bulb swaying slowly with the
vibrations of the East Side traffic.
"I would'a given anything to see Scarp lying
there," laughed the big boss as he took his cards.
"You should'a taken a picture, Joe! I'da had it
framed!" Gurina had a face like Santa Claus, and a
laugh like a rusty hinge.
"I wish I had a camera with me," chuckled his
porky underboss. "-- One card for me, Mike," he called
over his shoulder.
The bumpman flipped him a card.
"You boys did a good job," nodded Gurina, glancing
up at the hit men. "I take care of good boys."
"We know you do," grinned Georgio servilely.
Suddenly the door flew open with a crash. A man
in black charged in, swinging the barrel of a chopper
toward the quartette. "I take care of good boys, too!"
he shouted with a voice of quivering rage.
"It's Scarp!" yelled Gurina. "He's alive!" The
poker players grabbed for their automatics, but the
assassin cut loose with a deafening chatter. The thugs
jumped like minnows as the bullets bit into their beefy
bodies.
Then they were down. Gurina was still twitching,
apparently the last one left alive. Scarp strode
toward him, paused to savor his triumph, then emptied
his magazine into his face and rib cage, turning the old
man's body into bloody hamburger. As soon as the hit
was finished, Noel stepped up behind the killer.
"Did that feel good, hon?" she asked.
"It felt good the first fifty times," snarled
Scarp. "Now it's just crap! Can't these bozos change
their lines? The same schtick every time. Fuck it!
-- Tell these idiots to get up."
"You know the rules, Lee. You'll have to leave
before they can come back to life."
"This place has more rules than San Quentin!
Shit!"
"I suppose it does. Well, what should we do next,
Dandyman?"
"I don't know!" Scarp bellowed as he stormed from
the room. Noel looked back sympathetically at the
slaughtered card players, shook her head, and then
closed the door.
#
One could never tell how time passed in Purgatory.
It was later. It seemed much later, but possibly it
was no more than the very next day. Scarp had gone out
for a night on the town, but instead of enjoying either
the cuisine or the chorus line of Club Le Blanc, he sat
glowering at the tablecloth, oblivious to all around
him. Noel leaned forward. "Lee, I'm getting worried
about you. Every place we've gone lately has been
almost empty."
"Is that my fault?"
"In a way it is. What you want is what you get.
Have you gotten tired of people already?"
"Already? It seems like a million years. Anyhow,
they're not real people. Those phonies give me the
creeps."
"There's nothing phoney about them, Lee. They're
as real as you or I. Don't you appreciate how hard
they work to make you happy?"
"Appreciate? Appreciate what? They're zombies!
You can shoot them, strangle them, you can cut them in
half, and they just keep coming!"
Scarp know of what he spoke. He'd tried it all,
bloody mayhem with every vicious twist of imagination.
But murder was like eating bananas. Unless you were a
nut case, you always reached a point when you felt like
barfing at the sight of one more banana.
"And something else is funny," he put in.
"What?" asked Noel seriously, her elbow on the
table and her chin resting upon her hand.
"I just realized that since I hit town, I haven't
seen daylight once. Isn't there any sun in Purgatory?
Is it supposed to be some kind of punishment?"
"This isn't about punishment, Lee. Like I told
you, what you don't want or don't need, you don't get."
"You're always saying that!" Scarp exclaimed. "Do
you think I'm some kind of feeb? You've been treating
me like a sap since I got here! Maybe I ought to stuff
something into that smart mouth of yours."
"Did you have anything special in mind, big guy?"
she smiled whimsically.
Scarp glared. He could terrify anybody, both
before or after he was dead, except for Noel. Nothing
fazed Noel. What did she know that he didn't? What
gave her the power to endure all the boredom of Hell,
all the insults and abuse? He felt like beating her
head against the wall, but hesitated. Somehow he knew
that doing so would be wrong. Even dangerous.
Just then the waiter came over, a big ugly bald
man with large, bushy eyebrows. His repulsiveness gave
Scarp an idea.
"Would you like dessert now, Mr. Scarp?" the
employee asked politely.
Noel glanced down at the plastic-coated menu in
front of her. Scarp pulled it away suddenly and the
girl regarded him quizzically.
"I'll order for the lady. Give her some `le prong
de creme.'"
"I don't follow you, sir," remarked the waiter.
"It's not on the menu. It is French?"
"French is exactly what it is. Get your dick out,
stupid."
"M-My dick?" the waiter stammered with disbelief.
"Really, sir, I -- "
"Do you know me, bum? I run this city. I run
you, just like I run this bimbo here. Capice?
The big man looked askance at Noel. Her face was
steady, unbothered, a faint smile curled her lips.
"Don't ask for her permission, you piece of crap!
You do what I tell you!"
"Mr. Scarp is right," Noel said. "It's okay."
The man, despite his clear misgivings, unzipped
his pants. "Cheer up, punk," Scarp smirked. "Gams has
a mouth like a cesspool pump. You'll love it."
Noel hung her ermine stole upon an empty chair.
"Where do you want us to do it?" the young woman
inquired, as if asking the time of day.
"Here. Right in front of everybody."
Noel lifted her head and surveyed the dining room,
which was practically empty except for the help. "All
right," she shrugged, motioning the waiter closer. He
did, reluctantly. She carefully fished his equipment
out of his open fly and then, with delicate fingers,
began to stroke its length. As the man's cock rose to
excited life, Noel parted her teeth and brought her
tongue into contact with its quickening head. She
began licking it lightly, like a lollipop. The club
employee steadied himself by grasping her bare
shoulders.
"Now, take his pecker in your mouth, bitch," Scarp
ordered, enjoying the prank. Anticipation brought an
uncomfortable stiffness to his own crotch.
The penis continued to grow between Noel's nimble
fingers. The head was inflating rapidly, its end
becoming pink. Slowly, Noel brought the organ to her
lips, opening her mouth to receive it. Scarp whistled
softly. He'd been where the waiter was now too many
times to remember.
"That's better," the capo grinned evilly. "Now
the payoff."
Compliant and patient, Noel began moving her lips
up and down the length of his hard, thick cock,
coloring it with her lipstick. The waiter moaned.
Scarp knew how the dude's balls must be aching. Noel
was the only woman whose fucking he'd never gotten
tired of. His heart pounded rapidly and he had to
fight the urge to take hold of his own rod. But Lee
Scarp would never stoop to making himself look like a
pervert in public exposure.
"Okay, change positions!" barked the gangster.
"Lick her cunt while she sucks you off."
The waiter shot the girl a pained glance, but Noel
smiled encouragingly. "It's all right," she seemed to
say. "You're not hurting me."
"Crazy broad," thought Scarp. No matter what he
did to bring her down, she still had class. In fact,
she was about the classiest broad that he'd ever known.
But that only made him the more determined to get a
rise out of her.
Noel and the waiter took their positions on the
floor and Noel slipped off her panties. Then, lifting
her skirts, she settled herself astride the man's face.
Scarp could read the instant in which the waiter's
tongue found her slit. Her expression was like a cat's
face when you stroke its belly. But now, he saw, she
was leaning forward to take the penis into her hands.
"That's it," Scarp said approvingly. "Now suck."
Noel teased the organ until she felt its trembling
response. Then she advanced down along its length
until her nose was buried in tawny pubic hair. Then
she began bobbing her head up and down, so that her
velvety lips caressed every inch of him.
Noel held on when the waiter's hips began to jerk
and her mouth was flooded with a thick, heavy juice.
She went into spasms as her own come rushed upon her.
Scarp, shivering, swallowed the rest of his drink
with a single gulp. Noel glanced his way and, sensing
that he wanted no more from her, sat up, took a napkin
from the table, and wiped her mouth. She pushed the
cloth into the waiter's hand when she was finished and
he gratefully mopped his entire face with it. Then
rising wearily, the bald man zipped his pants.
The high-spirited gangster handed his date a glass
of sparkling Burgundy. "Wash the gism down with this,
baby," he offered, his voice throaty. Noel accepted
the proffered crystal and took a sip.
"What now, tough guy?" she asked Scarp. "Second
course?"
The capo stared into her deep, sardonic eyes. If
he had wanted to get to Noel where it mattered, there
was no sign that he had succeeded. "Do what you want
to do?"
She reclaimed the menu and regarded it
thoughtfully. "Waiter," she said finally, "I believe
I'll have baked Alaska."
#
"When's Christmas?" Scarp asked one night.
Noel looked up from her book. "Any time you
like."
"Fuck it! You never give me a straight answer."
"I give you nothing but straight answers, Lee.
There's no time here. Or if there is, it doesn't run
in a straight line like you're used to. It's more like
a ball of string. Everything touches everything else."
"So tomorrow can be Christmas, right?"
"Right!" Noel nodded affirmatively. She got up
smoothly and went to the window. "It's a beautiful
night, Lee. It's snowing."
"Snowing? It was seventy degrees an hour ago!
It's always seventy degrees." Scarp pushed up from his
easy chair and joined her. It was snowing outside all
right. It was already getting deep. The seasonal
decorations had gone up since the last time he had
looked -- wreaths, giant striped candy canes, fake
holly, Santa Clauses, and reindeers. And blinking
lights of every hue.
"Do you want Christmas carols?" she asked.
"Yeh."
Noel crossed to the radio and turned the knob.
"Noel, Noel, the angles did say,
To certain poor shepherds in fields where they
lay. . . ."
The doorbell rang.
"Who the hell is that now?" grumbled Scarp.
It turned out to be Scarp's first well-wisher, and
it wasn't the last. The doorbell rang constantly as
neighbors and persons whom he had never seen before
dropped in holding large wrapped boxes in their arms.
The capo tore the gifts open like a revenue agent going
at a beer keg. And the loot wasn't chintzy. He
cleaned up on art work, on men's jewelry, on clothes,
even on rare additions to his Roman coin collection.
He listened to his callers' chatter for a while, then
got testy as it all started to sound the same. After
that he started rushing his callers out the door as
quickly as they came, at first politely, but then,
before long, rudely.
"Ease up, Dandyman," Noel urged as Scarp bounced
another man's glad tidings off the wall of the outer
corridor. "It's Christmas!"
"The fuck it is! I don't feel Christmasy!"
"Not Christmasy? There's no pleasing you. Look
at all the beautiful presents you got!"
"Trash! What good is it? You could genie up this
kind of junk in five seconds flat if I asked you to."
He turned sharply, stomped to the radio, and switched
off the caroling.
"That's true," she admitted, settling herself upon
a divan littered with wrapping paper. "But if you
don't really want presents, what was it that you used
to like about Christmas?"
"I don't know anymore! I can't remember."
"What about all those people wishing you well?"
"Zombies! I don't care about them and they don't
care about me."
"Well, would you like to go to Mass?"
"Mass? Cut the comedy, Gams!"
He leaned over the bar, holding a glass of gin in
his tight fist but not drinking it. Noel got up again,
slipped behind him, and put her arms around his waist.
"Maybe it's just that we're forgetting something."
"I just said that! Don't turn stupid on me."
"Try to remember the best Christmas you ever had,
Lee. Try to think what made it special?"
He shrugged. "I think it was at the orphanage."
"The orphanage? Lee, you couldn't have gotten a
lot of fancy presents in a place like that."
"Of course not! All I ever got was a few old toys
and some new used hand-me-downs."
"Then maybe it was something else. What other
people were there?"
"Just my pals, and the nuns -- and Father
O'Brian." Scarp smiled, remembering. "Hey, he was a
good old bird. There was this time --" Then the
gangster caught himself and his mood changed. "Why
don't you just get out of here?"
"I couldn't leave you alone on Christmas."
He raised a fist in exasperation. "This isn't
Christmas!"
"Of course it is." She touched his chest,
undaunted by his temper. "If it's Christmas in here,
it's Christmas everywhere."
"You really are turning stupid!"
"Let me ask a stupid question then."
"Another one?"
"Who are you going to give presents to this
Christmas?"
"Me give presents? Why would I want to do an
idiotic thing like that for?"
"It's an important part of Christmas. The loving
and sharing part. Isn't there anybody you care about?
Anyone who'd you'd like to help feel just a little
better?"
"No," he said, looking coldly into her eyes.
"Nobody."
TO BE CONTINUED. . . .
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Subject: Re: neu
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Subject: Re: First human
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if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
tektonic action forced the plates apart
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Subject: Re: First human
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 16:59:38 +1000
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Robert Geddings wrote:
>
> Colin wrote:
> >
> > if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
> > have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
> > tektonic action forced the plates apart
>
> Close, but your time scale is off by about 400 million years. Besides,
> isn't it Pangea?
It depends which textbook you look up. Both names tend to be used
interchangably.
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Subject: Re: First human
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Squarejaw <haleyj@juno.com> wrote:
>Colin wrote:
>>
>> if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
>> have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
>> tektonic action forced the plates apart
>Are you some kind of dumbass? First of all, that big land mass was
>called Pangea. Second, it broke up somewhere on the order of 400
>million years ago. The first hominid remains (not human, just hominid)
>Australopithecus Ramidus, were found in AFRICA, in the northern Kadar
>region of Ethiopia, and have been dated to be about 4.4 million years
>old. The first "human" would probably have been Homo Sapiens
>Neanderthalensis, first found in the Neanderthal region in central
>FRANCE, and dated to be between 125,000 and 40,000 years old. By a
>normal definition of "human" (some form of Homo Sapiens), the first
>"human" lived in France. Go study your history.
Well, Gondwanaland and Laurasia were the two continents that Pangaea
broke into, at first. And the first "human" would have been Homo
Erectus, which has been found in various places in Africa (and,
debatably, Asia). I define human as a member of the genus "Homo",
the Latin word for man. This would also include Homo Habilis.
There is no "Neanderthal" region in France. Neander-Tal is german for
"Neander valley". The first Neanderthal (English spelling) was found
in the valley of the Neander river. I have no idea where this is, but
I would imagine it is in Germany. The letter "H" in this word is not
pronounced.
Mike Sullivan
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From: Robert Geddings <robert@camax.com>
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Subject: Re: First human
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Colin wrote:
>
> if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
> have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
> tektonic action forced the plates apart
Close, but your time scale is off by about 400 million years. Besides,
isn't it Pangea?
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From: Yak <harr4458@ou.edu>
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Subject: Re: First human
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 13:45:16 -0500
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Squarejaw wrote:
>
> Colin wrote:
> >
> > if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
> > have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
> > tektonic action forced the plates apart
>
> Are you some kind of dumbass? First of all, that big land mass was
> called Pangea. Second, it broke up somewhere on the order of 400
> million years ago. The first hominid remains (not human, just hominid)
> Australopithecus Ramidus, were found in AFRICA, in the northern Kadar
> region of Ethiopia, and have been dated to be about 4.4 million years
> old. The first "human" would probably have been Homo Sapiens
> Neanderthalensis, first found in the Neanderthal region in central
> FRANCE, and dated to be between 125,000 and 40,000 years old. By a
> normal definition of "human" (some form of Homo Sapiens), the first
> "human" lived in France. Go study your history.
Uh, Who Cares?
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From: Colin <colin@tlpc.u-net.com>
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Subject: Re: First human
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 23:23:15 +0000
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At last....... some intelligence....... just proves that there is some
in this group......
I am an old Geology student, and am more than aware of all the facts
that you stated.... just testing to see if this news group contained
anything above moron level.....
made a pleasant change from the usual country/colour bashing...
didn't it!!!!!!!!
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From: Squarejaw <haleyj@juno.com>
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Subject: Re: First human
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 16:42:58 -0400
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Colin wrote:
>
> if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
> have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
> tektonic action forced the plates apart
Are you some kind of dumbass? First of all, that big land mass was
called Pangea. Second, it broke up somewhere on the order of 400
million years ago. The first hominid remains (not human, just hominid)
Australopithecus Ramidus, were found in AFRICA, in the northern Kadar
region of Ethiopia, and have been dated to be about 4.4 million years
old. The first "human" would probably have been Homo Sapiens
Neanderthalensis, first found in the Neanderthal region in central
FRANCE, and dated to be between 125,000 and 40,000 years old. By a
normal definition of "human" (some form of Homo Sapiens), the first
"human" lived in France. Go study your history.
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From: Jo Penaflor <million@inreach.com>
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Subject: Re: First human
Date: Thu, 03 Oct 1996 01:39:04 -0700
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Robert Geddings wrote:
> > if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
> > have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
> > tektonic action forced the plates apart
Sheesh. I knew that just from watching The Discovery Channel. But that one guy
didn't have to call you a dumbass though. Just "Cable-Challenged"
I can't believe I responded to this.
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From: Robert Geddings <robert@camax.com>
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Subject: Re: First human
Date: Thu, 03 Oct 1996 13:21:50 -0700
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Jo Penaflor wrote:
>
> Robert Geddings wrote:
>
> > > if you must know... I'm pretty sure that the first human being would
> > > have resided in Gondwanaland.... the only landmass on the Earth before
> > > tektonic action forced the plates apart
>
> Sheesh. I knew that just from watching The Discovery Channel. But that one guy
> didn't have to call you a dumbass though. Just "Cable-Challenged"
Jo,
Reread the original message. I didn't post this text. I posted a
response to this text.
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Subject: CHILI REPOST: Sordid Conception - Part 1
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 1
BY CHILI PEELER
Sharon Larrington sat quietly at the table in the breakfast nook,
stirring her tea and thinking about her daughter-in-law's problem. Brenda
had come by four months ago to "just visit" but soon after arriving she
had broached the subject that had really brought her over.
"I could use some advise.....some medical advise," Brenda had said
as she'd watched her cleaning out her bedroom closet.
"What is it, dear?" Sharon had asked, looking at her as she folded an
old sweater. Sharon was a registered nurse at the small hospital in Little
Falls; being asked medical stuff by her family wasn't out of the ordinary.
"Chris and I have been trying to get pregnant for almost a
year......."
Brenda began, ".....and nothing's happened."
Sharon's natural reaction was to tell Brenda to not rush into child-
rearing, partly because of her own experiences of having two children
before she was barely 20. Brenda was 22, almost 23. Sharon and her
husband had made it with the help of their parents. Chris and Brenda
could do the same, if necessary.
"Well, at least you're having fun trying, right?" Sharon teased her
daughter-in-law. Brenda smiled at that. Sharon would bet that Chris was
happy to deliver the goods to Brenda every night. They were both so
touchie-feelie with each other, even when they were visiting her.
And Brenda was a pretty girl - a very pretty girl with long black
hair, a
roundish face with green eyes and a full pair of lips. She had a nice
hourglass figure with a large pair of breasts and flaring hips - breeding
hips as they were called.
The only thing that detracted from her looks was a somewhat jumbled
set of teeth; when Brenda smiled it was noticeable. Her other son, Brad,
called her Vampyra or Snaggletooth behind her back but Sharon had
noticed that Brad looked at her that certain way that young 19 year old
boys do.
Sharon could just imagine her oldest son's enthusiasm when Brenda
shucked off her baggy jeans and T-shirt, exposing her milky white
skinned Venus-like body. Oh, to be that young again!
"Have you seen your doctor? To check if everything is in working
order," Sharon had asked as she turned back into the closet.
"Well, that's why I really brought this whole matter up," Brenda had
said, sounding worried. "I saw Dr. Evans a few weeks ago and he did
some tests. He says everything is fine....with me."
Sharon had caught the way she had ended her sentence. Was there
something wrong with Chris then?
"Has Chris had his sperm count tested?" Sharon said, turning back,
folding an ugly blouse that she hadn't worn in years. Sharon could see
that Brenda was under some stress at this point in the conversation.
"Sharon, I'm gonna tell you this but you can't tell Chris. Promise?"
"Sure, honey, go ahead." Sharon had a weakness for gossip or
secrets...God knows she had a few herself.
"I took a sample to be tested last week but Chris doesn't know I took
it."
"Why the secrecy?"
"Chris is just weird that way. He says if it's gonna happen, it will
happen. He just didn't want to have himself tested."
Sharon could see Chris saying that - he was such a weird egg
sometimes.
"So you, um, collected some of his sperm without him knowing?"
"Yeah," Brenda had admitted. "I got the results back yesterday. Chris
has a very low count."
"But not low enough that you couldn't get pregnant?" Sharon asked,
hoping Brenda wasn't going to tell her that she wouldn't be having any
grandchildren from their marriage.
"It's possible that we could have a baby.....but the odds aren't very
good. Dr. Evans says it could be as low as 1 in 50," Brenda had said
sadly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Oh, Brenda. It's going to be O.K." Sharon had said in real
encouragement. But she knew it may not be. Conceiving was hard
enough without the odds they were facing.
"Sharon, I want to have children. If Chris can't make that
happen....."
Brenda had looked down and trailed off her sentence.
"Are you saying that you'd leave Chris?" Sharon asked.
"I love Chris, I really do. I'm not going to leave him. But I'll be
unhappy and that's no good."
"There's always artificial methods," Sharon had offered.
"I thought about that. I don't know if that's something we want to
get
into. I'm sure it's very expensive and we're not setting the world on fire
financially. Plus, like I said, Chris would have to be told. And, to tell
you
the truth, I want it to happen naturally. I want to remember the moment it
happens....not on some operating table with a bunch of strangers
around."
"Did Dr. Evans explain different positions that can help improve your
chances?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to start using those. Maybe we'll get lucky."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Sharon had put on her best face to
give
Brenda hope.
Sharon snapped back into the present and finished drinking her
coffee.
She had made her mind up to suggest her plan to Brenda when she
came over later in the morning. It was an unusual solution to the
problem but it made sense in a way. Everyone would be happy if all
were willing and that was the important thing.
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* * * * *
Brenda got to her house around noon and Sharon made them some
salads. They sat out on the back deck and ate, watching hummingbirds
feed at a flowers nearby.
"Brenda, I've been thinking about your situation. About having a
baby. I'd like to suggest a solution."
Brenda looked at her hopefully.
"Now as I see it, this baby business is putting a strain on your
marriage. We need to get you pregnant."
"Believe me, we've tried everything," Brenda said, putting her fork
down and leaning back in her chair. "All those positions that were
suggested, plotting my cycle......it's discouraging. But what kind of
solution did you have in mind?"
"What I'm going to suggest, you'll have to keep an open mind about
it...don't dismiss it out of hand."
"All right, Sharon. Tell me. The suspense is killing me." Brenda made
her voice sound overly dramatic to lighten the discussion.
"These are the important points to remember: One, you want to get
pregnant. Two, you want it to occur naturally, which I can understand,
believe me. I can still remember both occasions when I conceived Chris
and Brad. Now, we got to face facts about Chris. He's had his chance
but he's failed."
"God, Sharon...you don't pull any punches," Brenda said, laughing
lightly.
"We've got to be pragmatic about this thing," Sharon said seriously.
"The big question is this: Could you love a child that is not Chris's?"
"Are you talking about adopting?" Brenda said confused. They had
not talked about adoption in the past but Sharon knew that wasn't an
acceptable solution. Brenda just wasn't seeing where she was leading
her.
"No, remember you want this to be your child. You want it to happen
naturally."
"Sharon, you're confusing me. Just tell me what it is."
"If Chris can't do the job, would you consider having someone else be
the actual father?"
Sharon saw Brenda get what she was driving at. Her mouth fell a
little
open.
"You're suggesting that I have sex with someone else to get
pregnant?"
"Yes, dear, I am...but not just anyone. I've got someone in mind. But
first let me know if the idea is so repugnant that you wouldn't consider
it."
Brenda sat there for a moment, looking off into space as she thought
about what Sharon had suggested.
"Sharon, it is a little surprising to hear you suggest something like
this," Brenda began, "My mother would never have been able to talk with
me this way. I know you're only suggesting this because you want me
and Chris to be happy. I've got to admit that the thought had crossed my
mind. About sleeping with someone else."
Sharon knew they were way over the hump with her admission.
"I suppose I could live with the secret. I know Chris and I would
love
the kid to death," Brenda finished.
"Oh, I know you guys would. That's the only reason I would suggest
such a thing. And there's a way we can do it to make it easier for you to
live with. I wouldn't want you to consider it cheating on Chris. Chris has
your heart, I know that."
"So, who did you have in mind?" Brenda asked in a voice that said
she was considering Sharon's suggestion.
"I was thinking of Brad," Sharon said.
"Brad?!" Brenda said with real shock in her voice.
"Wait, let me tell you my reasoning," Sharon said, patting Brenda's
arm. "I know it's a wild proposal, having your husband's brother be the
father, but here's why I think it makes sense. First of all, Brad and
Chris
carry very similar genetic make-ups so the child will actually have a
little
bit of Chris as its make-up. Secondly, because Brad is family already,
he's less likely to try to cause problems later on. In a small town like
the
Falls, word is bound to get around if you slept with one of the other men
in this town. They go down to those bars and drink and tell tales. With
Brad, you're not going to have some guy suddenly crop up and claim his
rights, like visitation. Which leads into my third point, you'll be able
to
see the real father interact with the child on a regular basis."
"Wow, Sharon...you've really thought this thing out. How do you know
Brad would even be willing to do this? Having a kid is a big
responsibility
and Brad's not the model of responsibility."
Sharon had to agree with that. Brad was 19 and, like most teenagers,
he believed in enjoying himself above all else. Someone looking at him
would have doubts about the kind of person he was. He wore his brown
hair longer than Sharon liked and hung out with a bunch of similarly
minded teenagers. He'd admitted to smoking marijuana but only in party
situations. And he was a bit crude in the language department. But
Sharon overlooked these things because she knew he was a good
person at heart and he had been such a help to her after his father had
past away.
"Brad's not going to have to be up changing diapers at 3 A.M., you
will be. And Chris. Brad's life won't change that much," Sharon said.
"Have you talked with Brad about this?" Brenda asked.
"Heavens no! I didn't want to give Brad any ideas like this. First,
you
agree to it and then I'll bring it up to Brad. But I wouldn't tell him
that you
were already willing. I'd just make it seem like I was approaching him
first with the idea," Sharon sipped her ice tea and watched Brenda think
about what she was suggesting.
"Sharon, everything you've said makes sense," Brenda finally said
with a smile. "Just having someone else know the secret will help me
because I could always talk to you.... I guess, as crazy as it seems, I'd
be willing to do it. With Brad."
"Brenda, I think that's great. Chris is so lucky to have a wife like
you."
"Well, I don't know if what we're going to do is 'great' but it does
make sense."
They finished eating and walked their dishes back inside the kitchen.
Then Brenda raised a point that Sharon had thought about but not
brought up yet.
"Sharon, how do I know Brad isn't like Chris?"
"I did think about that. Obviously, we'll have to get Brad tested
too. I
know some people over at the clinic in Chapel's Gate. You could go over
there and get the tests done with no problem. I wouldn't want you going
through Dr. Evans again. He might get suspicious if Brad is healthy and
than talk to Chris and that's a whole can of worms we shouldn't even
open."
Sharon was washing off the dishes in the sink as she said this and
saw Brad pushing his motorcycle across the back yard.
"Here comes Brad now," she said to Brenda. Brenda walked to the
door to the deck and watched Sharon's younger, shirtless son push his
broken or out-of-gas off-road motorcycle to the steps at the bottom of the
deck. Then he picked the motorcycle up with a great heave and walked
it up to the deck where he locked it up at night.
Sharon, with a sideways glance, saw Brenda taking note of the
muscles that Brad was unknowingly displaying to his brother's wife. It
could be that Brenda might have agreed to her plan for more reasons
than just propagation.
Brad did have a nice body by all standards. It wasn't that he was
really muscular; Sharon thought he resembled swimmers like she had
watched in the Olympics. He had a definite V-shape to his upper body
from riding his bike or doing pull-ups, whatever he was always up to.
As Brad bent down to chain his bike to the railing, Brenda turned
from the door and walked away to lean on the counter.
"Just act like yourself," Sharon said and they shared a smile as Brad
came through the door.
'Fucking bike," Brad thought, standing up after locking it to the
deck
railing. Something was always breaking on the damn thing. 'Ought to let
someone steal it and get Mom to buy me a new one.'
He had no doubts that his mother would if he asked her. Since his
father had past away and Chris had moved out of the house, she'd been
pouring all her affection on him, that was for sure.
Giving his bike a kick, he walked inside.
And came up short when he saw Brenda standing in the kitchen with
his mother. Brenda would look good wearing a burlap sack and she
looked fantastic in a pair of short shorts and a tanktop that did little
to
hide those big round knockers. Man, his brother was one lucky SOB.
"Hey girls," he said closing the door and sweeping his hand back
through his longish hair.
"Brad, you're a mess. You got grass in your hair," his mother said.
"Yeah, I took a frigging header out in McAnnally's field. Had to push
the damn bike all the way back."
"You're going to break your neck one day," Brenda chimed in as she
pulled her hair back and hooked it behind her ear.
"It's a distinct possibility," Brad said with a forced laugh. Brenda
was
no comedian but with a body like hers, who the hell cared. "When I'm
doing a Chris Reeves you can come over and tell me 'I told you so!'"
Brad stepped close to his sister-in-law and grabbed the back of her
neck and started playfully shaking her. She twisted out of his grasp but
not before he got a good view down her top.
"Cut it out, Brad," she said, swinging her long hair around with a
twist
of her head.
"Brad, go take a shower. You're filthy and I'm sure you smell as
well,"
his mother said, snapping a dish towel at his legs.
"O.K., O.K....I can tell when I'm not wanted." He opened the door to
the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. His mother let him drink around
the house. "Shower beer," he said reverently to the can of Olympia.
"Those don't buy themselves," his mother said as he moved toward
the stairs.
"I'll buy some more later. Promise."
He went upstairs with Brenda's deep cleavage running through his
mind.
"You want me to have one of those," Brenda kidded Sharon after
Brad was gone.
"Brad's a good kid. You could do a lot worse," Sharon said and meant
it. "But the only thing he's going to give you is one little sperm. It's
up to
you and Chris to make it into what you want from there on. So, should I
ask him tonight or do you want to think about it? There's no hurry."
"Not that I'm backtracking but how exactly do you envision the actual
act happening, if everything goes forward without a hitch," Brenda
asked.
"Well, it's not like you have to make love with Brad. You could wear
a
long T-shirt so you wouldn't be naked. And Brad could just do his
business. To tell you the truth, I'm sure Brad would probably be quick
about it, if you know what I mean."
"Sharon!" Brenda said, smiling from ear to ear in amazement.
"Well, you know, I think Brad would find the whole thing very
stimulating. Being with you, his brother's wife. I think he's got a crush
on
you if the truth be known."
"I sort of thought he did," Brenda said shuffling her feet, the smile
still
on her face. "Just as long as he understands that this is just going to be
a one time occurence....." Brenda trailed off.
"Well, honey, it might take only once. We'd want to do it on the day
that you're most fertile, so we'll arrange it that way. It may make sense
to
do it more than once. Maybe two days in a row to make sure it takes. But
it may not even happen that first time. We might have to do it again on
another cycle. You're going to have to commit to doing it until it happens
- otherwise you'll have nothing to show for it."
"Oh yeah, I understand that. I don't know what else to say but thanks
again, Sharon. I feel like such a weight has been lifted off of me.
There's
this light at the end of the tunnel now." Brenda gave her a hug and said
she'd call in the morning to hear what Brad thought of the whole idea.
"Alright, now go home and be with your husband," Sharon said as
she walked her daughter-in-law to the front door. "Who knows, maybe
tonight you guys will take care of the whole thing by yourselves."
She watched Brenda drive off and then closed the door. Leaning
against it, she thought about how she was going to tell Brad about what
she and Brenda had cooked up.
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Later that night, she was cleaning the dishes from dinner when Brad
came in from the living room.
"Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the counter by the sink.
"Brad, you can see that I'm almost done," she said. "Why do you
always do that?"
"Because I'm an asshole?" Brad said as if he were guessing at a
school question.
"You're not an asshole," Sharon chuckled and flicked soap bubbles
on him. "It's Saturday night. Where are you off to tonight?"
"Oh, I thought I'd stay in tonight," Brad said simply.
Sharon smiled at his statement. She always enjoyed it when Brad
didn't go out and spent some time with her. Her husband had been killed
in an auto accident three years ago and Chris had moved out with
Brenda almost right after that. Thank goodness for Brad.
"Good," she said, drying her hands with a dish towel. "There's
something I need to talk with you about later."
Sharon got ready for bed around 9:30 that night, earlier than usual.
Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, she unhooked the front snap on
her bra as she studied her face.
At 39, she thought she might have hit her prime. Being widowed had
caused her to take stock and get herself looking her best; she wasn't the
type that liked to be without male companionship. Her sex drive had
always been strong. Getting pregnant with Chris at the young age of 16
had been a byproduct of that.
She'd changed her hairstyle to a short, sassy cut to accentuate her
long neck and added some blonde highlights to contrast with her natural
brown. She had a narrow chin, a thin-lipped mouth, and a narrow,
slightly upturned, nose. Her eyes had always bothered her - they had
always looked to her like they bulged too far out of their sockets and had
made her look older than she had been. But now nearing 40, the age of
her green eyes appeared to now match the rest of her.
She shrugged off her bra and placed it on the counter in front of
her.
Her breasts were cute, cupcake-sized mounds that had sagged just a
little over the years but they look good just above the outline of her
ribcage. She had always been thin, with the body of a dancer but none
of the grace. She ran her hand down her front, still not happy with the
little belly she had been trying to shake for years and years. At least
her
legs and butt were still in good shape - no cellulite showing anywhere.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said to her reflection and pushed
her panties down off her hips, working them down past mid-thigh until
they fell around her ankles on their own. "No one's complaining about
the equipment."
She brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair briefly, posed
sideways in the mirror to check out her backside and then satisfied, she
turned off the light and walked into her bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat for a fraction of a second, as it
always
did, when she saw her young strapping son waiting for her in her bed.
Brad was laying there, so at ease with his body and his nudity and with
what they were going to do again.
He saw her come into view and rolled on his side facing her as she
padded to the bed, his eyes drinking in her body.
"You keep getting better and better looking," he said.
"It's nice to be appreciated," Sharon said and sat on the bed beside
his reclining figure, her left leg folded underneath her as she twisted
her
torso to face him. "Like I appreciate you staying in tonight to be with
me."
"You know I love it, Mom," Brad said, his left hand moving to rub the
inside of her left thigh. "The girls in this town got nothing on you. If
you
appreciate it so much, why don't we do away with the rationing shit?"
Sharon smiled at his enthusiasm and began stroking the top of his
hips with her right hand. If he only knew the willpower it took on her
part
to not let him stay in her bed every night.
Since their lovemaking had started, she'd always limited it to twice
a
week. She wanted him to be out dating and doing all the rest of the
things that boys his age did; she wanted him to be as normal as he
could be.
"We talked about that, Brad," she said, "There are nights I lie here
and wish you were here too."
"This is going to make three times this week, Mom," Brad pointed out,
his hand coming awfully close to her womanhood. "I don't see the house
getting ready to fall down around our ears. I bet we could do it
say.......
every other night.....without warping me any more than I already am."
Sharon could feel herself weakening on the point. He was no longer
17, after all. He'd handled their new relationship well up to this point
and
he did date and nail a lot of girls in his bedroom with her blessing.
"You're not warped, dear," Sharon said simply as she stretched out
on her side facing him, her right leg moving up on the bed to slide
between his knees. "You're just horny like all boys your age. Maybe we
should expand our activities a little more."
She cupped his beaming face with her hands as his left hand moved
up over her hip and pulled her tight against him. It felt so good to be
held
by a man, any man, since her husband had died.
That Brad would ever do it would never have entered her mind had
he not tried to seduce her one night when he was almost 18. It had been
a shock when he'd tried to kiss her, really kiss her, that night as they
sat
on the couch watching TV. She'd reacted like any mother would have at
first. Brad had gone to his room that night thinking he was a real heel.
But Sharon had thought about it and thought about it after he had
left.
She didn't want to have to find another man and remarry. Little Falls had
little to offer anyway in the men department. But she did have needs,
needs that hadn't been met for over a year after the funeral. It would be
wrong to do what Brad wanted but it would fill a void in her life as well.
So after midnight that night, she had gone to his room and made his
wish come true. And she hadn't regretted it ever.
"Every other night, right?" Brad wanted to confirm their new deal.
Sharon let her lips answer him. She planted a few butterfly soft
kisses
on his chin, each time moving a little closer to his mouth, her finger
running through his long hair. She thought she would really prolong this
kissing tease, doing his nose and cheeks before offering her lips to his
but her son, always the caveman, moved his mouth on hers and she
relented when his tongue slid inside her mouth. Giving herself over to
the deep soul kissing they both enjoyed, she felt him pushing her on her
back and his young body partially covered hers.
His mouth finally left hers and he began kissing down her neck as
she held his head. She could feel his hot thick erection digging into her
thigh and she got wetter between her legs, knowing he'd be fucking her
soon.
"Oh, Brad, you always get me going," Sharon sighed. She had had
the most exciting sex of her life with her son. Everything he did to her
was magnified through the prism of incest. And she'd taught him well
over their year and a half together, showed him everything she liked and
some things that she didn't like but she would do because he enjoyed
them.
His lips moved out of the hollow of her neck and onto her sternum,
his left hand sliding up her right side to push the titflesh of her right
breast up toward her neck. She felt his tongue swiping back and forth
across her breastbone, going lower. Even knowing it was coming, she
still moaned out loud when his mouth swept to the side and he began
sucking on the nipple of the breast he was holding.
"Uuummmmm, oh, that's nice......aaaahhhhhhh," she encouraged her
son as she closed her eyes. Her brownish-pink nipples were large for
the size of her breasts. Slightly larger than knitting thimbles, they rose
from half-dollar sized areolae. She loved having them sucked and had
gotten off more than once in the past when Brad sucked on them.
Brad gave her other nipple the same treatment, sucking and licking
and lightly chewing on the sensitive nub for several minutes before his
mouth began moving further down her torso.
Sharon let her face fall sideways in the pillow and her legs fall
open
as his mouth worked down into her crotch. His body shifted further down
the bed and she felt his hands holding the inside of her thighs open as
his tongue began to lap at her excited genitalia.
"Uuuummmmm....aahhhhhhh," she panted into her pillow as her son
pressed his hot mouth fully on her furry slit. His tongue came out low,
almost on her pee-hole and then slowly glided up over the pink entrance
to her pussy, went over it, right up to the folds covering her clitoris.
"Oh,
Brraaadddddd."
His mouth lifted and she heard him say, "Tell me what you want me
to do, Mom."
'He's such a filthy boy,' Sharon thought. For the first year, he'd
been
happy just to have sex with her and both hadn't been very vocal in bed.
But for the last six months, he'd been making her say all kinds of nasty
things and she had too admit that it excited her.
"Suck my pussy, Brad," she said huskily into the pillow.
"And?" he prompted her for more.
"Lick me....all over, baby.....stick your tongue up my pussy."
His mouth dove back on her sex crack and Sharon thought she would
explode right then and there.
But the crest never came.
She held it off as her son's mouth retreated again as he pulled the
folds of flesh off her clit and licked it lovingly. His tongue sent
electric
jolts through her whole crotch and she wantonly pumped her loins up at
her son's face.
"You lovely boy," Sharon groaned as he sucked on her clit, drawing a
good portion of her surrounding labia in his mouth at the same time. Her
manicured fingers began pulling on her nipples as her son continued to
go down on her, heightening the carnal lust that she tried to keep a lid
on most of the week.
Her son then turned his attention to her pussy entrance, swirling his
tongue on its opening and pushing it inside her oily hole as well.
"That feels good!" Sharon exclaimed, raising herself up on her
elbows to see her son's face buried in her quivering crotch. His nose
was pressed deep in her brown muff, grazing over her clit hood. Brad's
eyes looked up at her and she could almost feel his lips start smiling
around her slit.
After a few seconds, he took his mouth away slightly and began to
slide the index and middle fingers of his left hand into her oily pussy
hole. She took them easily enough in her excited state. He slowly
corkscrewed his fingers tenderly in her most intimate of places.
She had him always loosen her up with his fingers before they
coupled. Her son's erection wasn't very long, only average at about six
inches, but it was very thick. Almost as thick as a soda can.
She didn't know where he got that trait from; it sure hadn't been his
father, God rest his soul.
He fed another finger into her splayed womanhood and began to
spread his hidden fingers outward as he twisted them between her
lightly haired labia. His thumb, not by accident, kept rubbing across her
clitoral region as his hand turned back and forth.
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 2
BY CHILI PEELER
"How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at her.
"I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing his hair off his
forehead in a motherly instinct. She could almost bet money on the
position he'd choose.
"In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big smile on his face,
"Assume the position......of doggy submission!" He pulled his fingers
from her pussy and sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up
from his hairy pubes like a Stonehendge monolith.
Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just loved to take her from
behind. She liked just about any position if the truth was known.
"You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting up and then
twisting
her body over so she was in the position he wanted, crouching on her
hands and knees in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows just
in front of her as Brad moved between her calves, his right hand coming
up to stroke her puffy pouch of pussy nestled between the top of her
thighs while his left hand lay on her butt.
"I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like this...you got a
great ass,
Mom," Brad said complimentary. His knees spread her legs wider and
his fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love to drive my hips
into
it while I fuck you."
Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at Brad's bawdy talk
and
the way he was massaging the inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her
husband never would have been able to use such language and she
never would have experienced it if she's settled down with some older
suitor from town.
"You like to watch it shake while you screw me?" Sharon asked,
giving him tit-for-tat. She looked back at him and could almost see his
mind trying to think up a comeback.
"You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm throwing Big Chubby
to ya!" His left hand squeezed her asscheek to punctuate his statement.
Big Chubby was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he used
with all too much regularity.
"Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said, moving her pussy
back and forth suggestively around his digits, fucking herself on them.
She was more than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use.
"You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by day but when
we get in this bed....man, you like it down and dirty, don't you?" He was
almost laughing at her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot
and moved even closer behind her, his figure now seeming to loom over
her upthrust ass. His eyes were on her face as he dipped his knees
slightly and slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It was
apparent that he wanted an answer before he continued.
"You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't sleep with her own
son." Her words pleased Brad; he began to smile. She went further. "An
angel doesn't get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck her
all night!"
That got him. She turned her face away from him and held her breath
as he directed the tip of his cock against the flower of her pussyhole and
pushed strongly. After all the times he had done this, he knew just the
right pressure to apply to sock the fat head of his fucker past the
resisting ring of her pussy portal.
His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all night!" completely
covered
her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of pleasure and pain as he entered her. She
closed her eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of discomfort
but it went away quickly.
"Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get fucked, you dirty, dirty
angel."
Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing the rest of his
thick fuckstick through her splayed cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant
being stuffed up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it.
"Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so easy," Brad grunted
as
his strong hands held her ass and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch
by wide inch.
"Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said through gritted teeth.
He
always compared her to girls his own age that he dated and fucked;
those high school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't reached
to the point of maturity where they could accommodate her son or just
didn't want to try. She'd been only too happy to cure his blue balls after
those occasions.
"Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a big final push, he
sank his
last three inches into her begrudging cunt in a bull rush.
"Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite charge up her .
Normally if he'd tried something like that, she'd have tore into him about
being crude and uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that she
didn't want to make a point of it.
"Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely.
"It's all right....just leave it in for a moment," she asked. She
wanted
her cuntal sheath to fully expand before her son started banging away.
As they stayed still in the center of her bed, she dipped her head
down to look back under her body. One thing about their taboo sex that
she loved was to watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his
man-cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic!
Taking him on her hands and knees was her least favorite position
for viewing the penetration but, through her dangling titties, she could
watch his nuts and that held some charm.
'They're going to give Brenda what she wants... a big load or two of
potent baby cream," Sharon thought. Brad just exuded virility and she
was sure in her mind that he could knock up his sister-in-law if given the
chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming back for more,
besides his natural Oedipallic yearning, was the opportunity to fuck her
without a condom; she'd had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore
her pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked his nuts in.
She steadied herself on her left hand as she reached back between
her legs with the right. Her fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a
few delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a little more and
took Brad's balls in the palm of her hand.
"You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and behind her. His
heavy balls slid off her hand as he pulled his cock out of her cunt
halfway and then pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his
swinging scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers but he was
already into his second thrust, his balls escaped her as they swung
away. She satisfied herself with feeling the underside of his moving shaft
and her bulging, sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands forward to
grab her waist, his fingers digging into her skin.
"MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she trilled and
puffed and grunted in front of her hung son as he fucked her like a cur in
the middle of her bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her
for years and years. God help her, Brad was better, so much better!
Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic squawking of the
mattress coils heralding another hot coupling of mother and son. They
fucked silently for several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act
without expounding about the shameful sensations emanating from their
sex organs.
"You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted behind her in imperfect
English, "...fucking awesome!" His erection plumbed her nice and hard,
the only speed he seemed to know.
Sharon steadied herself on both hands again, closing her eyes and
tilting her head back toward her shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against
her bottom again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and shaking
just like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed in her oozing quim.
"Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby, get Momma off!" she
pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass prevertedly, goading her young lover to
fuck her harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking her hard
but
didn't shift into the higher gears she knew he had.
He did however dip his hands under her hips, his body leaning over
her slightly as his fingers tortured her unhooded clit. His fingers were
clumsy, riding on her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing
her slick downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew the extra
stimulation
would put her into orbit.
"Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze my dick....yeah,
that's it, Mom! Ah, fuck yeah...make it tight....then let it cum...aahhh
....aahhhh."
Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's pounding pud,
squeezing the front half of his horse cock when it delved between them.
His words and fingers were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where
control of her cunt would be lost.
"Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let her face and
shoulders fall into the stacked pillows before her, afraid her arms were
going to give out any second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward
a few inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass higher. He
quickly straightened up, grabbing her jiggling cheeks with his strong
mitts as he shifted into overdrive.
"AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that....pussy up!
FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!"
Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow exploded in a
juice-squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She fought to even breath as her sex
jerked and shimmied around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts.
"UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release, just
blown away by her son's powerful fucking.
Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of time but she came
out of the fuck funk feeling Brad's hands under her armpits, pulling her
upper body upward.
"Get up..I want you up," she realized Brad was saying. "Yeah..I want
you just like this!"
No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than Brad grabbed
her by the shoulders and began lunging into her still-shivering sex. He
was laying into her so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so
powerfully that Sharon thought the back of her head would bump against
her tailbone!
"TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!"
Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum in her stretched
cunt as he shoved in deep. His twitching tool sent her into a follow-up
mini-orgasm, the two of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed
with her juices in the confines of her cunt.
The world outside spun on unknowingly.
"Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon said later as they
lay on their backs beside each other.
"God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad misunderstood
what she'd meant but neither had to get up early in the morning. Another
go-round would probably occur if her pussy could take it. She rolled on
her side toward him, raising up on her elbow and draping her arm across
his chest.
"I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me' but I think you'll
enjoy it
as much.....we've got a crisis in the family."
"Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her arm.
"Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby for quite a while
and Brenda's found out that Chris is the problem."
"What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?"
"Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking him, "but the odds
aren't good and Brenda wants a baby....even if it's not Chris's."
Brad looked from the ceiling to her face.
"Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....that is, if you
want."
"No shit!"
"I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son, "We were talking
about it when you came in today. I've seen the way you look at Brenda...
I hope you don't mind me volunteering you for the task."
"And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked, trying to hide his
obvious interest.
"Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find out."
"So, Brenda said it was O.K. for me to fuck her?" Brad's concern
about Chris's feelings disappeared fast enough.
"It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's going to have to
be
done with, uh, some detachment. She's just looking to get pregnant...it
would be a no-frills thing."
"My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy and you call that
no-frills?!" Brad said with a naughty gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that
frills
deluxe!"
"I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself," Sharon said,
kissing
him tenderly for a moment. "You've just have to act like you aren't."
"That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sexpot....almost as hot
as
you," he added, his fingers moving up her arm and onto her right breast.
"Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed, moving her hand
down his stomach to touch his hardening prick. "Is this because of me or
because of Brenda?"
"Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back and moving over
her.
"But Brenda's not here, so you'll have to do."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * *
'I should have my head examined for even thinking about this,'
Brenda thought as she drove to her mother-in-law's house the next
afternoon. But she had made up her mind to go through with Sharon's
solution. It made sense in every way.
And there was that illicit element that made it even exciting. She
could use some excitement if the truth be known.
Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There wasn't a lot of
variation in their lovemaking. He wanted to be sucked for awhile and
then he got on top and went as long as he could. That had been very
exciting when they were dating but, after years of marriage, the luster
was wearing off.
Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of growing up to do
but there was something that was very exciting about his untamed
manners. It was like having Tarzan in the family.
She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the wild dream that
she'd had about Brad the previous night. She knew enough about
dreams to know that things seen or heard in a previous day often made
their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been surprised she'd have
a sexual dream. But her part in the dream had shocked her.
In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The scene had been his
mother's bedroom but she wasn't covered up, hiding her body. She'd
been naked and pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the
beginning of the portion of the dream that she could remember. The
shorts had come off and Brad had had this super cock. Obviously, he
couldn't have one like the one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen
inches long! She'd pushed Brad on his back on the bed and climbed on
top of him, steering his unbelievable organ right up into her ready pussy,
sinking down on it until it was somehow all the way inside her. Then
she'd bounced on it like a banshee until it unleashed a huge blast of
sperm right where she needed it.
But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted from Brad's wilting
surrealistic dick and scooted back until she was straddling his knees.
Then she'd taken that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and
jacked on it like a porno star.
She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she could get more of his
seed in her fertile womanhood. But the damn thing had gone off in her
mouth, shooting blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering
in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to produce so much
sperm, she'd swallowed it down and kept right on sucking.
Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and she'd pulled him on
top of her, spreading her legs wide, letting Brad ram his long prong
impossibly deep in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after
orgasm as he pounded her. It had been so unbelievable but so real!
Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt like a quart of
baby
juice. Almost immediately, Brenda had felt that she was pregnant, that a
new life was being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly had
started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in about ten seconds. Then all
at once it had snapped back to its original flat state and Brad was
presenting her with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes,
pressing a nipple in its mouth, feeling it beginning to nurse.....
That's when she had sat up in bed beside her sleeping husband, her
breath coming in waves, her body tingling with excitement.
'Brenda, you've got some imagination!' she told herself, seeing her
mother-in-law's house come into view. 'This is just about getting
pregnant and that's all.'
But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't about just
having a baby.
The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to answer it. It was
most likely Brenda, come to discuss things with her and Brad.
"Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped at the top of the
stairs.
"Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out of his bedroom.
"That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call you."
"Gotcha."
"And comb your hair!" she said before heading downstairs.
Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda though the sheer
curtains on the inside door.
"Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening both doors.
Brenda came in and she said to come into the kitchen and have
some ice tea that she had made. Brenda and she went into the kitchen.
"You must be working today," Brenda said as she sat down at the
kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her nurse's uniform.
"Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you go." Sharon sat a
glass of tea in front of Brenda and sat down at the table.
"Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter-in-law asked.
"Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen Brad so serious as
when I told him about your problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to
Brenda to keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that Brad was
only interested in slipping her his salami, would have blown everything.
"He sees the reasoning behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd
keep our secret."
"Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked.
"I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he understands what
could happen to our family if this gets out. Don't worry about that."
"Then I guess, if Brad tests O.K., we should plan for this coming
Thursday. That's the next big day."
"Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him about it," she said.
Sharon walked over to the stairs and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!"
She then walked back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey."
Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous talking with Brad
now that it looked like he was going to know her so intimately. But
Brenda looked totally at ease, even eager to see Brad.
'Could it be that she's convinced herself so totally that this is the
right
thing to do?' Sharon wondered.
Brad came down the stairs, looking much more presentable than
usual. His hair was combed back in a ponytail and he was wearing a
tennis shirt and nice knee-length shorts.
"Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he slipped into his
usual comedic self, putting on a serious voice, he said, "You all know
why I've called you here today."
"Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to joke his way right
out of his chance to lay with Brenda and deny her a grandchild.
"Sharon, it's O.K.," Brenda said, waving her hand at her. "Some
levity
is what we need right now. Sit down, Brad."
Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting. She seemed
to be in control of the situation. Brad sat down at the table and managed
to control himself for the next half hour that they talked.
Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to her and
Chris. Brad laid it on a little thick, saying that he just wanted her and
Chris to be happy but Brenda seemed to buy it.
So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in the morning to
pick up a sperm sample and take it to the out of town clinic for analysis.
Sharon was a little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek
when she left. It went against the impersonal tone they had all put on the
actual event.
"How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she came back from
walking Brenda out to her car.
"You were fine, dear," his mother said as she cleaned the table.
"Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said with a smile.
"Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother said with a small
laugh.
"Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!"
"Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she said shaking her
head but smiling. "I better head to work."
Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother looked pretty hot
in her nurse's uniform. He made a mental note to see if she might go for
wearing it one night.
"What are you going to do tonight?" she asked before she left.
"Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't any parties. Maybe I
ought to study."
"Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the books was not what
he did and it was the summer anyway.
"Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the old joke on her.
"You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically as he laughed at
his own joke. Then she said, "I don't think you have to worry. From
someone who's been on the receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just
fine."
"Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right anyway?"
"Yes. So keep it in your pants."
He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she kissed him good-
bye. She told him where dinner was in the fridge and then she was
gone, leaving him to think about Brenda and what was to come.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * *
It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon pulled her car into
her garage and went inside her house. She'd been on duty for fourteen
hours at the hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three hours
during the night thanks to a rotation they had worked out among the
nurses on duty. She was a little fatigued but she would wait until after
Brenda stopped by to pick up Brad's sperm sample.
She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons of two twelve-paks
of Olympia near the sink.
'Looks like Brad had some company last night,' she thought.
She looked in the livingroom and saw empty potato chip bags and
beer cans on the coffee table. It looked like Brad and some of his friends
had spent the night drinking and watching TV.
She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of Brad's sleeping
friends but found none. She then went into the kitchen and took a wine
glass out of the cupboard. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between
her fingers, she made her way upstairs.
She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber soled nurse shoes
and went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight
shift, she had drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in her
mouth.
Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the upstairs hallway.
She looked in the guest bedroom and found it empty. Likewise, the small
den where she did the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room
to check out.
She knocked very lightly and then opened the door. Her son was
sprawled on his bed, face down and naked. He was alone which was
something of a relief. There wouldn't be any girls to chase away.
Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the sight of Brad's
nude form yet again. He was 19 but he had a more mature body. She
was a very lucky woman to share a bed with him frequently.
She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she sat on the side of
the bed and shook his shoulder.
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Subject: CHILI REPOST: Sordid Conception - Part 3
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 3
BY CHILI PEELER
"Hmm!" he grunted.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." She massaged his back for a moment and
he raised his head up and turned it toward her.
"What time is it?" he asked, yawning.
"About 8:30. You have some friends over last night?"
"Yeah, a few guys. I could use some more sleep," he muttered and
lay his face down on the pillow.
"You can sleep later," Sharon said, "Brenda will be here soon."
"Oh yeah," he said, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Oh yeah is right. So get up and get in the shower. I'm going to call
Brenda."
Sharon left his room when she was sure he was getting up. She
walked back to her bedroom, sat on her bed and called Brenda on the
bedside phone.
Her other son, Chris, answered their phone.
"Hi, Chris."
"Morning, Mom. What are you up to this morning?"
"Just got back from work. Is Brenda there?"
"Yeah...say, what are you guys up to anyway?"
Sharon played dumb, hoping Chris wasn't on to what they were
planning.
"What do you mean up to?"
"She's been over there a lot lately. What are you girls hatching?"
"It's a surprise," Sharon said sweetly. "Someone we know has a
birthday coming up." It was Chris's birthday in a few weeks.
"Oh, all right! Well, I won't spoil your surprise. Here's Brenda."
"Hi, Sharon."
"Hi. I just made Chris think we are working on something for his
birthday. Are you coming over to get that item?"
"Yes, that sounds great, Sharon." She was obviously playing up her
end of the conversation for Chris's benefit. "We could go shopping up at
Chapel's Gate...they have that new K-mart."
'Clever girl is giving herself an alibi for being in Chapel's Gate,'
Sharon thought with a smile. "Brenda, be here at 9:30. O.K.?"
"Yes." Brenda said.
"All right, I'll see you then. Bye-bye."
Sharon hung up the phone and spent a few minutes taking off the
sheer white, thigh-high hose she wore under her uniform. Leaving on
her white blouse and skirt, she walked back to Brad's room.
Brad stepped from the shower and began drying himself with a
towel. His head had just the hint of a hangover, so he dried his hair very
carefully, moving the towel slowly through his hair without moving his
head. He was drying himself between the legs when he heard his mother
call him from his bedroom.
He went to the door to find his mother sitting on his bed. She had
that
look in her bedroom eyes.
"Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was going to say no.
Then maybe those bedroom eyes were going to lead to a morning fuck
right on his bed. And she was wearing her uniform to boot!
"Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then she added, "We do
have a little time before she gets here."
She got up, walked over to him and offered him her hand. He threw
his wet towel toward the shower stall and took her hand. His mother led
him to his bed.
"Sit down, baby," she said.
He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet on the floor and
his
mother sat on his left, close to him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her
left hand began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking the top
of it lovingly.
"So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my sperm sample?" he
said, hugging her to him.
"If you don't mind," she said with a smile, knowing the answer. "I
mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't offer you a hand."
Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling her right earlobe as
her hand hoisted his hardening prick up and she began beating him
slowly.
"We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said when he rubbed her
tits
through her blouse. Something in her voice told him she wished that
they did.
"Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her hand cranked up
and down on his burgeoning erection. Her small hand could only get a
little more than halfway around his circumference but she used it well,
rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great, Mom....hmmm,
yeah."
His cock was at full attention now and aching for more than a
motherly handjob. He could do that himself.
"How about sucking me?" he said to his mother, again rubbing her
tits through her blouse. He could feel her hard nipples through the
material and the bra she was wearing.
"That was my plan all along, you silly goose" she said, kissing him
again, giving him a hint of tongue. "I was thinking about it all night at
work. I thought the shift would never end."
She slid to her knees on the floor and moved between his legs. Brad
leaned back on his elbows, looking forward to the oral sperm collection
his wild mother was going to perform on him.
"Now, you let me know when the time comes," she said, obviously
referring to when he was going to shoot.
"You gonna catch it in your hand or what?"
"No, I'll use this," she said, picking up a wine glass on his bedside
table that he hadn't noticed. She put the glass back down and then lifted
his cock straight up in the air. She dipped her face and planted a kiss on
the underside of his swollen glans. "Brenda's coming over, so no horsing
around. You let me know!"
"I will! Now suck me off!" he said.
She scooted a little closer and took his cock in her mouth, her thin
lips stretching around his girth as she swallowed about half of his
erection, all she could possibly handle.
"Yeah, suck me, Mom....uuhhh...shit, I love it....aahh!" he grunted
as
his mother copulated his cock, watching her hand and mouth move in
concert up and down, up and down.
Brad liked being sucked almost as much as fucking pussy. There was
something about his dick in a girl's mouth that really excited him to no
end. A girl could just lay there and her pussy could be doing nothing. But
when a girl used her mouth, then you knew if she was really hot for you.
Especially if they swallowed - that was true love!
His mother would suck him but she always wanted him up her cunt
when he finished. Rarely would she take him all the way with her mouth.
But, hey, he wasn't complaining. Blasting her puss with his load was
awesome!
"You are one sloppy cocksucker," he said, in a good way, down to
her. Spit was running down from her lips to pool around her fist. Sucking
cock made her saliva glands really go to town and he usually gave her
some good natured ribbing about it.
She gave him a look as if to say I'll-get-you-for-that as she drew
her
lips right up to the crown of his cock. Then she tightened her grip with
her right hand and milked upward on his prick until her hand met her
lips. She slurped down all the spit on the top of her hand and then
popped her mouth off his glistening pole.
"There....all better," she said.
"Mom, I'm not complaining," Brad said with a laugh, rubbing her left
arm which was draped on his thigh. "You can drool on it all you want!"
"Brad! Really, you are so gross sometimes, honey," she said, acting
all offended.
"Mom, no one sucks me better," he said. That wasn't the truth but she
wanted to hear him say it.
"Thank you, Brad," she said, all happy again, her hand jacking his
dick with long tugs. "Do you think you're close?"
"I could go anytime you want," Brad admitted. "I could stall it but
that's not why we're here, right?"
"All right, then, uh....why don't you stand up. It'll make this
easier."
She scooted back some, taking the glass from the table, as he stood
up in front of her. He immediately fell in love with the arrangement. He'd
never had his mother on her knees like that; she'd always sucked him in
a bed. His prick was right in line with her pretty mouth - it was perfect!
"I like you on your knees like this," he told her, not shy in
expressing
himself. "Promise me, you'll do this again."
"Does this make you feel all macho?" she asked, fisting his cock
again with her right hand. "Like when you fuck me from behind?"
He could tell she was digging it too. The way she had said the word
fuck, making it sound raunchy, was a sure sign of that.
"Just like," he said. "Now be a good mother and suck!"
He placed his hands on her head as she gulped his fat cock back into
her mouth. She looked so slutty sucking his dick, her cheeks going
concave as her hand jacked him, the wine glass at the ready.
"Beautiful....uuhh....suck me good.....this doesn't count, you
know....
I'm gonna fuck you tonight..uuuhh...I can tell you need...a good fucking."
His mother was in no position to argue with his lip-stretching
erection
stuffed in her mouth. She looked up at him and went right on sucking.
In thirty seconds, he was ready to explode.
"I'm gonna cum!" he panted down at her.
She hurriedly yanked her mouth off him and stuck his cockhead in
the glass as she continued to milk his boner with her hand.
"O.K.!" she said.
A few jerks on his prick and he was shooting. He watched the first
long spurt of his cum splash against the top of the tilted glass.
"Oh!" he heard his mother gasp as his vision got all blurry. He put
some of his weight on the top of her head as his knees got shaky and he
spurted again into the glass. Then he felt his mother's mouth swallow
him again and he pulsed more cum over her tongue before he was
finished.
His vision sharpened to find his mother sitting the glass on the
bedside table by feel as she nursed on his tingling prick.
"Mmmmmm, that was goooooood!" he said, taking his hands off her
head.
She sucked on him for a few more seconds, then she kissed his
drooping erection before standing up. Her face was all flush and she
gave him a quick kiss.
"I'm going to take this down and put it in a container I brought from
the hospital," she said, lifting the wine glass in her hands. She started
to
head out of the room and he gave her ass a playful squeeze.
"Thanks, Mom. I look forward to tonight."
She sort of hesitated, giving him steamy look, and then she went
downstairs.
'God, that boy can get me horny!' Sharon thought as she went
downstairs. The way he talked and touched her always made her heart
go like a rabbit. Her panties were damp between her legs from the
blowjob she had given him and her body felt all alive now. The tiredness
from working the overnight shift was gone.
She opened her purse which she had left on the kitchen table and
took out the small plastic container. She removed its lid and then poured
a good portion of Brad's sperm into it, resealing it when she was
through.
The wine glass she took to the sink and washed out thoroughly
before putting it in the dishwasher with some dishes from the previous
night. She started the machine through its wash cycle.
There was a knocking at the front door and Sharon went to answer it.
Brenda was waiting out on the front porch.
"Hi. I'm a little early," Brenda apologized.
"That's O.K., dear. Come on in. Brad's done his business." Both of
them laughed as they went into the kitchen. Sharon handed her the
container and Brenda tucked it carefully into her purse.
"That was good thinking this morning with Chris," Brenda said.
"He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"
"Chris? No, he was just joking around. But it is a good excuse for my
coming over here so often."
"You're going up to Chapel's Gate right now?"
"Yeah, I better get going. I'll call you tomorrow when I hear the
verdict
....you know, Sharon, for someone that worked all night, you look good,"
Brenda said. "You've really got good high color."
"Really?" Sharon said. "Well, its the excitement of what we're doing,
I
guess. Have a safe trip," she said as they walked to the front door.
Brenda walked out to her car, got in and drove away.
'Thank goodness she wasn't any earlier,' Sharon thought, watching
her drive away. It wouldn't have been a disaster; Brad just would have
had to finish by himself.
"Was that Brenda?" Brad said behind her. She turned to see him
sitting down at the kitchen table through the archway of the front room.
He'd put on a pair of shorts and combed his damp hair back.
"Yes," she said, walking through the front room toward the kitchen.
"Did she comment about why that sperm was still warm?" Brad said
and began to laugh as he put both arms over his head, stretching his
chest and shoulders like a jungle cat.
"Oooooh, Brad!" she exclaimed, coming up behind him and grabbing
him by the neck. "What kind of a boy am I raising?"
"My raising is over, Momma," he replied, dropping his arms back to
his side and tilting his face back at her. "I think you did a pretty good
job."
"Yeah, you turned out pretty good," Sharon said, letting her hands
run down onto his chest. They had a moment then, eyes locking and
passing loads of information. Brad's hands moved over hers and she
licked her lips which were suddenly dry.
"Mom, I think we ought to go upstairs right now," Brad said softly,
pushing his damp head against her stomach. She knew what he meant
and he had read her like a book.
She was still all wound up from before and the thought of going
upstairs to just sleep was not appealing. Not when she had her Brad.
She hated herself for the lack of willpower but she needed her baby, not
sleep.
"Make sure all the doors are locked," she said simply and headed
upstairs, her fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"Oh, baby....let me do it...that's it....leave it still," Sharon
panted
against her son's shoulder in the early morning daylight filtering through
the sheer window curtains.
She felt his hands release her ass and slide up onto her back. They
began a slow up and down rub, starting at the beginning swell of her butt
and going up to her mid-back.
She took a few deep breaths, settling down a little from the
energetic
fucking he had been giving her. Laying on his powerful body with her tits
squashed against his chest, she could feel his heart as well.
They had started with her on top for a little variety. She knew it
was
his least favorite fucking position but it was her second favorite and he
had felt she deserved her choice after helping him with his sperm
sample.
She pushed her upper body up off his, her hands putting all her
weight on his collarbones. He was grinning up at her.
"I think I can go all day, Mom. That blowjob is going to make me
last."
He gave his half-buried erection, which was sticking in her pussy at a 45
degree angle, a slow thrust until it was all the way inside her. Then he
lowered his ass back down, drawing it out again.
"That's big talk," she said, working her cunt muscles on his cock
tip.
His eyes closed and he looked like he was enjoying what she was doing,
so she kept it up for several moments, slowly adding a rocking motion
with her hips that began to slide him in and out of her hair-fringed
honeyhole.
"I bet I can get you off twice before you can make me blow again," he
said, looking up at her.
"I think that would be a sucker's bet, baby," she said, screwing
herself slowly on his manhood. Sharon was sure her son probably would
get her off at least twice; she'd almost orgasmed a few minutes ago,
before she had stopped him and taken over their coupling.
"If you're so hot, let's cut out this slow shit," Brad complained,
his
hands stroking her sides. The boy only knew one speed when it came to
fucking. She'd been trying to get him to learn to enjoy a nice, slow screw
but this morning she wasn't going to try to reason with him.
"This better?" she said softly as she began to truly fuck herself on
his
man-spike. Brad grunted up at her and his hands grabbed her moving
ass again.
"That's the way to fuck, Mom!" Brad said, letting her do the dirty
work
for awhile.
With her feet and calves pressing against his legs, she bounced her
hips up and down, taking his cock to a higher angle of ascension. Her
slick pussy after their initial fucking felt wide open, easily taking his
thick
erection into her forbidden depths again and again.
"Uhhh," she gasp as the wave of utter lewdness washed over her all
at once. That one crystallizing moment of awareness that always took
her breath away and shook her to the core.
The moment sometimes did not come but usually it did. There were
occasions when neither of them spoke in a darkened bedroom. There
were occasions when she'd close her eyes through most of the act and
just enjoy the sex for what it was.
But usually the moment came as it did now. It was particularly
powerful this time because she was the one in control. She was the one
gyrating her stuffed sex on her own son's proud prick.
"Uhhhh...God...oh God!" she wailed, digging her fingernails into
Brad's shoulders as she threw her mature womanhood faster and faster
on his tumescent teen organ.
Like always, this was the time when she felt most alive. She reveled
in the wickedness of their act, wishing that they didn't have to keep
their
true relationship a secret. She wished she could tell the whole world how
fantastic it felt to fuck her flesh and blood.
Brad's hands gripped her undulating ass tighter and he began to
drive his brawny broadsword of a cock up into her humping hole.
"Mom!.....Fuck it!....Come on my dick!" Brad hissed up at her.
"Yesssss...uuuuummm....uhh....oh, you're....you're...AAAAHAHHHH!"
Sharon shrieked as her cunt convulsed in orgasm and she fell onto
Brad's body where she shuddered uncontrollably in his grasp as her
loins liquefied around his still lunging cockshaft. She rode the depraved
rollercoaster of her toe-curling climax until she was left gasping and
weak, her son's erection waiting patiently in the warmth of her womb.
'God, she is hot this morning!' Brad thought as his mother lay
sprawled on him, her crazy pussy squeezing his cock in a decreasing
spiral of contractions.
He had to be the luckiest guy in town - hell, in the state!
His friends were out chasing girls their own age - girls that would
usually lead you on and give you nothing or give it to you and then not
know what they were doing.
He'd had his relatively young mother, an experienced lover that had
showed him so much. And would keep on showing him. He'd noticed that
she had stopped dating any men for almost the last year. She was all his
for as long as he wanted her.
"Oooooh, that was heavenly," she murmured.
It had been good but he was ready for more and in another position.
He slid his hands up onto her back and slowly rolled their bodies over
until she was on her back. His cock slid out of her on the change-over
since they hadn't practiced the maneuver.
"Don't take it out," she whispered, her calves crossing on the back
of
his thighs to protest her emptiness. She'd opened her eyes and he
smiled at her as he leaned back on his haunches.
"I'm not through with you yet," he promised, sliding his hands
between his hips and her clasping thighs. He grabbed the back of her
knees and pushed her legs toward her head, lifting her hips up slightly.
"Let me," she said. She let her knees fall open and he took his hands
away as she brought her legs back further, her own hands grasping the
back of her knees. His dick bobbed up and down at the hot sight of his
mother - her knees pressed against her upper arms, her little feet
sticking straight up in the air and her pink sex, all open and elevated
for
his pleasure.
"Shit, Mom! You are so good to me," he said as he moved over her.
He fit the end of his prick into the open throat of her sex and filled her
swampy snatch with his whole cock in a single motion.
"Uuuhhhmmmm, baby," she breathed throatily as he entered her.
"Doesn't that feel fucking good?!" he grunted, pressing in as far as
he
could, his balls laying on her ass.
"You know it does," she said hotly, cupping his face with her hands,
letting his forearms hold her legs back. "Like you know this way gets me
off quicker...you're not playing fair."
She was referring to their bet.
"What do you care? Even if you lose, you win," he said and began to
fuck her. He fucked his whopper of a cock in and out of her oily, pink
pussy, watching her face reflect every thrust. A closing of the eyes.....a
panting breath through parted lips....a sideways toss of the face into the
pillows - he loved being able to bring his mother this kind of pleasure
even if it was a by-product of his own kinky needs.
Yes, he knew what they did was perverse in the eyes of many. An
intimacy like theirs was supposed to be destructive, undermine values
and led to God knew what.
"Uuuuuhh....uuummmm....oh!...OH!...uuuummmm," his mother
moaned under him.
Brad didn't care where it all led to. His mother could hate him when
he found a girl and settled down and cut her off.....he could hate her if
she found a man and remarried and said the incestuous affair was over.
He really wouldn't care because he'd had so much fun, experienced
what few did and have thousands of memories just like this to recall.
"Take my cock, Mom," he said, getting back into the act. "Aaahh,
shit!
Spread that pussy for me!"
He began fucking her harder, feeling the early rumblings of his next
climax. He was sure he could get her off again but winning his bet was in
serious doubt. He should have known that once he got on top, he was
going to find it harder not to finish.
"UUuuuuUUUHHHH.....UUUUUMMM.....OOooooooomMMMMM," his
appreciative mother huffed as his hips slapped against the back of her
thighs. Her squirrelly pussy took his driving dick again and again.
"Youhotlittlemother!" Brad said in a rush and lowered himself
completely on her, pushing her legs back further. He kissed her like their
was no tomorrow, their tongues swapping back and forth as he fucked
her lush lap.
He fucked her hard for another couple of minutes, the bed creaking
under them. Then he felt her fingers down around his flashing fuck-rod,
felt her playing with her clitty and she went off under him.
"OOHHBBRAAADDDDD!....GGGGAAAAHHHHH!" his mother
squealed and he felt her cunt clamp down on his plunging prick. He felt
his own body want to join her but he stopped thrusting and the urge
passed. There was no way he was going to be able to get her off again
without losing his load himself.
He moved his hands inside his mother's legs, letting them fall back
behind him. She locked her heels behind his ass as he kissed and
teased her right earlobe. He supported most of his weight on his left
elbow and slid his right hand between their sweaty bodies. His hand
began to do a slow figure-8 between her cute tits as she luxuriated in the
aftermath of her second strong cumming.
"You're being too good to me, Brad," his mother said dreamily with
her eyes closed, "God, you might win this silly bet." She laughed deep in
her chest, the vibration running through his fingers as he lightly pinched
her left nipple.
"There's not a chance of that," he whispered. She opened her eyes
and looked up at him.
"Poor baby....I can see the need in your eyes," she said, running her
nails along his back. There was the hint of a smile on her lips.
"You can not!" Brad said, calling her bluff.
"Oh, I can, baby," she insisted. "And I can feel it as well...your
big, fat
cock is swelled to the max..... I know it wants to shoot all that hot cum
in
me.....right in Momma's belly."
'Oh, fuck her! She's going to use that nasty talk on me,' Brad
thought,
squeezing her right tit as his mother's eyes flashed at him.
"I know what you're up to, Mother," he said, beginning to move in her
again.
"I know what you're up to, too, son," she said, moving her hands
down to hold his ass. "You're getting ready to blast my pussy with a big
load, baby....that's what I want....come on, Brad.....give your mother a
bellyful, baby!"
The mention of baby triggered thoughts of Brenda. In a few days, he
could be sticking his dick up his sister-in-law's pussy just like he was
with Mom. He felt himself move closer to his own ending.
"That's what you....want, right!" he said down to her as he began
banging away in her soupy hole. "Just like me and Brenda...what I'm
going to do...to her!"
She was quiet for a moment, just making small gasping sounds as he
fucked her. Then she fessed up.
"Yes!....I want to....watch you and Brenda!"
That picture really sent Brad upward - his mother wanted to see him
fucking Brenda, wanted to watch him shaft her pussy, wanted to watch
his jism seep out around his manhood when he impregnated her!
"God damn!" he grunted, feeling himself began to lose it. He was
going full speed now, driving his mother's ass into the squeaking bed
while her hands and legs gripped him.
"Cum in me! .... Shoot it, Brad!" she encouraged him.
"I can't.... I can't stop! ..... UUUUHHHHHHGGGGMMM!" he groaned
loudly as his balls blew, sending his cum deep in her depths.
"Oh, yesssss....that's it, Brad!" she said victoriously as he
drenched
her innards with long spurts. "Give it all to me, baby."
He stopped cumming and was left naked on his mother, his balls
aching from the second discharge of the morning, not at all unhappy that
he had lost their bet.
Afterward, he lay with her as she began to doze off.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Did you mean what you said? About wanting to watch me and
Brenda?"
"I don't know, Brad....I don't know why I said that."
Brad was sure she had meant it but she was backtracking now.
Maybe she thought that was too outrageous but Brad found the idea
exciting. He set his mind to thinking of how to make it happen, holding
his worn out mother as she went to sleep.
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* * * * *
Brenda was a little nervous on Thursday morning. The big day had
come up so fast seemingly. It was only a few hours until she would be
going over to her mother-in-law's house to have sex with her husband's
brother. The tests on Brad had come back very positive.
'Not sex,' she tried to correct her thinking, 'Just penetration and
ejaculation.' She shouldn't get any enjoyment out of it, it was just
going
to be nothing more than a business transaction. Brad had the sperm and
she should have the egg.
But she'd kept having those dreams.....those nasty dreams.
"What have you got planned today?" Chris asked, finishing his
breakfast.
"I promised to go over to your mother's and help her in her garden."
Brenda felt guilty about deceiving her husband but she put on a
pretty smile.
"That's nice of you. I'm glad you and Mom are getting along so well.
Why don't you invite her over for dinner Sunday?"
"I will. That would be nice."
Chris kissed her and headed to work.
Brenda cleaned the kitchen table and went upstairs to shower.
She turned on the shower and let it warm up as she took off her robe
and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. Turning to the bathroom
mirror, she began to pin her hair up.
It might have been the sight of her naked body in the fogging mirror
that triggered again the images from her dreams. She couldn't suppress
them. Brad .... that huge manhood .... all that cum! Her nipples were
hard when she finished pinning her hair, so intense were her imaginings.
"Why are you thinking these things?" she said to the mirror.
She tried to break down the components of the dream.
There was the impregnation portion of it near the end; that part was
easy to understand.
Then there was the size of Brad's dick in the dream and all the stuff
that came out of it. Obviously, no one could be hung like the Brad in her
dreams or come like that, over and over. Her mind had blown that both
way out of proportion as a sign of male potency, no doubt. Chris was
about six and a half inches and on the slender side so she couldn't
expect any more from Brad's equipment.
Then there was the fact that she enjoyed the sex with Brad in the
dream, cumming several times. Brenda enjoyed sex in her real life,
always had and always would. Chris and she had lots of fun in bed, they
would sometimes rent X-rated films, etc.
But also she got the impression that she enjoyed the dream sex
because it was Brad - rude, jerkish Brad. And he was Chris's brother.
She ran the palms of her hands lightly over her stiffened nipples.
She suddenly felt better, more sure, about what she was going to do.
'Getting pregnant is the goal....doing it with Brad might be awkward
but that doesn't matter....if it's good, then that's even better. And
there's
no reason to feel guilty if it does...you're not going to love Chris any
less."
Feeling nearly at peace, she stepped into the shower.
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 4
BY CHILI PEELER
"Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to her pacing son.
It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were both in the front
room of the house awaiting the arrival of Brenda.
"Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window. "You would think
she'd at least be on time."
"She'll be here. I talked to her this morning and she was coming. Why
don't you wait upstairs in your room? You can get ready."
Brad looked at her and gave her a smile. 'Getting ready' meant
looking at some dirty magazines so he would come to the bed in an
aroused state. Sharon had thought it would be less awkward for Brenda.
"O.K., Mom," Brad said. He started walking toward the way upstairs
but stopped in the doorway to say, "But if Brenda chickens out, you're
going to be the one on the receiving end later on."
'I almost wish Brenda does not show up,' Sharon thought after he
tromped upstairs. She put the magazine down that she had been
thumbing through and walked to the window herself.
The last couple of days had been very strange. She had never
needed her son like she had since she had suggested her idea to
Brenda. It might have awakened some desires of her own to have
another child because she had fucked Brad every day since Monday.
Yesterday, she had taken him in the morning again, wanting him to have
all night to build up for Brenda.
Down in the valley, a car made the turn onto their road. Too far away
to tell if it was Brenda but the car was the same color as hers. Sharon
walked to the front door and went out onto the front porch. She could
hear the phone from the porch if it wasn't Brenda coming up the road.
But it was. Brenda pulled her car into the driveway as Sharon gave
her a welcoming wave.
'My knees are shaking,' thought Sharon. 'What must Brenda be going
through!'
"Good morning," Brenda said, getting out of the car and opening the
back door to pull out a small travel bag.
"Morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" Sharon said walking
down the steps to meet her halfway. They hugged briefly in the
sunshine.
"A little excited, actually," Brenda said when they unclenched.
Sharon hadn't expected her to be so together; she had thought she
would have to bolster her courage. But Brenda was all smiles.
"Well then, come on in," Sharon said. They went inside and Sharon
asked Brenda to sit at the kitchen table for a moment.
"Where's Brad?" Brenda asked, placing her bag on the table and
sitting down.
"He's upstairs in his room. I thought we'd keep him there until we
were ready for him," Sharon said as she poured them some ice tea. "I
think there are a few things to cover before we go up."
"Sure, what?" Brenda asked as she took the glass of ice tea and
Sharon sat down opposite from her at the table.
"Well, we've talked about how best to do this. You'll be wearing the
nightshirt and be under the covers. Brad will get under the covers and
remove his shorts. Now, he'll have a full erection when he gets into bed."
Brenda made a little smile at that and Sharon stopped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sharon....just hearing you talk about Brad that
way..."
"I know. It feels strange, believe me," Sharon said and they both had
a little laugh. "Now, getting back to the subject...uh, Brad has told me
that he is....fairly well endowed."
'If she only knew how I really knew!' Sharon thought as she watched
Brenda mull over what she had said. For all Sharon knew, Chris might
be the same way but Sharon wanted to warn Brenda right up front so the
supposed surprise wouldn't stall things once they were upstairs.
"Did he qualify that anymore?" Brenda said.
"No, but I've got some lubricant upstairs, if you didn't bring any."
"You know, I didn't even think about that.....Sharon, I've got a
little
confession to make. Sitting here, I feel like it's the first night of my
honeymoon. I mean, my body is excited....that way."
'God, she's telling me she's wet for Brad!' Sharon thought.
"Brenda, uh....that's understandable, dear. You're just thinking
about
being with child...that's all it is," Sharon rationalized for her.
"Yeah," Brenda agreed.
"You know, we're walking a tightrope here, dear," Sharon continued.
"It's natural for us to get excited over the sexual act. That's why we do
it
even when we are not trying to have babies. But here we're trying to stay
professional about it which is really sort of unnatural....so, don't feel
bad
for feeling the things you usually feel during sex. It's just natural."
"Whew! Sharon, I'm so glad you know what I'm going through....the
only thing that scared me about all this was, what if....I enjoyed the act
with Brad to the extent that I, um, had an orgasm," Brenda confessed.
Sharon realized there was another dynamic at work besides Brenda's
babymaking desires. She could be mistaken but she thought Brenda
was looking forward to getting fucked by Brad for other reasons.
"Brenda, it could happen and there would be nothing wrong with it if
it
did. I don't have to tell you how good it can feel. You're not going to be
up there shaking hands!" Sharon joked and Brenda laughed again.
"Besides, you could be fantasizing about Chris, right?"
"Sharon, you're so cool," Brenda said. "I'm glad I married your son."
"You know how much I like having you in the family," Sharon
responded, patting her hand. "Ready to go up?"
"Sure." Brenda stood up with her bag and they headed upstairs.
Brenda pulled the nightshirt down over her hips and reached up to
pull her hair from out of the neck of the sleepshirt. The shorts and
blouse she had worn were stacked neatly on the counter in Sharon's
bedroom bath.
"God, calm down," she whispered to her reflection. Her nipples were
more than apparent through the nightshirt's fabric. She wished she had
brought a bra. And under the shirt, her womanhood was tingling with
moisture.
'This is not going to be like your dreams,' she told herself.
She opened the door and walked out into Sharon's bedroom, where
her mother-in-law sat on her bed.
"That shirt will do nicely," Sharon said. "Brad won't see a stitch of
you. Come on and get into bed."
Her mother-in-law held the sheets up and Brenda crawled into bed.
"Now, there's some lubricant here," Sharon said, motioning to the
bookcase headboard of the bed. She saw a small bottle of oil sitting
there. "My suggestion is use a lot....we want things to go right the first
time. We should bring Brad in, then I'll take him out afterward so you
don't feel uncomfortable."
"You'll take him out?"
"Yes, I'll be over in that chair."
Sharon tilted her head toward a chair on the opposite side of the
room beyond the foot of the bed.
"So, you'll be in the room during.....?!" Brenda was a little
surprised. It
wasn't that she was against the idea. Maybe not being alone with Brad
was a good idea really. Having his mother in the room would keep Brad
in line she supposed. But she was surprised that Sharon would want to
be...it was sort of weird.
"Yes," Sharon answered, "I thought that if I were in the room, I
could
monitor things. I think Chris, if he ever were to find out, would
appreciate
me not leaving you two alone. Does that make any sense?"
"Yeah, that does make sense," she conceded. "Brad knows about
this?"
"Yes, I told him and he didn't seem to have any problem with it. I'll
be
way over there and with the covers over you, I won't see anything."
"Oh, I know that," she said. "It's fine with me."
"Good, I'll go check on Brad and let you have a few moments. I'll
come back to see if you're ready and then go back and tell Brad to come
in when he's ready....oh, let me get a towel for you."
Sharon walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel.
"Spread this under you so the oil doesn't get all over..I'll be back
in a
few minutes." Sharon went out, closing the door behind her.
Brenda threw back the covers and arranged the towel perpendicular
to her body under her bottom. She pulled the covers back over her and
raised her legs so her knees made a tent. She took the bottle of oil,
carefully opened it and poured some on the fingers of her left hand,
transporting the oil between her legs that way.
She worked her fingers into the soft, neat folds of her sex. She had
freshly shaved the area the day before, leaving only a tuft of dark hair
near the top. She took Sharon's advise and used a lot of the oil, enjoying
having to use her fingers to hold herself open so the oil would slicken
everything up.
'God, bring Brad on!' she half-joked, sitting the bottle back on the
headboard.
'Look at those fucking titties,' Brad said to himself. They defied
belief. Big, round jugs with nipples that stuck upward, instead of
straight
out. He turned the page of the Hustler magazine as the door to his
bedroom opened and his mother walked in without knocking. She closed
the door behind her and leaned against it.
"She here?" he asked, laying the magazine down. He saw her
looking at his hard cock as it lay on his belly before she answered.
"Yes and, in a few minutes, she's going to be ready for you," his
mother said, walking over to sit by him on the bed. "I can see you're
ready for her."
"So, what kind of a mood is she in? She nervous?" he asked.
"Hardly!" his mother said with a short chuckle.
"Whatthehell does that mean?"
"I think she's looking forward to it," his mother said, lifting her
hand to
slowly trace her fingers on the bottom of his erection. "She admitted that
she was excited and she was looking for excuses if you got her off."
"Mother, don't fuck with my mind!" he said, looking at her to see if
she
was pulling his hog. He couldn't see any deception.
"Brad, I'm not kidding about this. I'm only telling you so it doesn't
surprise you. If it happens, if you get her off, don't make a big deal out
of
it in front of her. I want you to be a gentleman....if you screw this up,
it's
going to be quite some time before we sleep together again."
"Mom, don't worry. I know the drill. She's O.K. with you in the
room?"
"Yes, she saw the logic in that."
"I wonder what she'd say if she knew you just wanted to hear her
squeal when I lay the pipe to her!"
That had been the thing that he had learned on Monday morning. His
mother was turned-on by the whole baby-making thing. She'd finally
admitted that watching them would be a real turn on. Brad and she had
finally worked out the sitting-in-the-chair-to-protect-Chris plan. She
wasn't going to be able to watch but she'd hear most everything - the
squeaking bed, her groans and this loud, finishing grunt that he had
auditioned for her so she would know right when he was cumming.
"Be nice, baby," his mother mockingly scolded him as she got up.
"I'll
be right back, so get your shorts on." She went out of his bedroom,
leaving the door open.
'Mother's gonna need a fucking herself after this!' he thought
gleefully
as she pulled on a ratty pair of Bermuda shorts and zipped them up
carefully to avoid catching himself in the zipper. The shorts did little
to
hide the big bulge but he'd chosen them for that reason. 'Give Brenda a
little idea of what she's gonna be getting!'
He went to his bedroom door and looked down toward his mother's
bedroom. Her door was closed, so he hung out in his doorjamb.
Her bedroom door opened and his mother leaned out to him. She
motioned him with a forefinger and a smile, out of Brenda's sight, to
come to her room.
"He's coming," her mother-in-law said as she turned back to her.
"Here goes nothing," she said and Sharon smiled at her.
Then Brad came through the door. He was wearing a pair of old
shorts and Brenda couldn't help but notice the tent in the front. And Brad
didn't try to hide it, she thought. He just stood there with his hands on
his
hips as his mother closed the door behind him.
"Hi, Brad," she said, not looking away.
"Hey, Brenda," he said nicely as he walked to the other side of the
bed and crawled under the sheets. It was a king-size bed so he was still
some way from her. "Ready to make a baby?"
"Brad!" his mother said, looking away miffed as she walked to the
foot of the bed.
"Mom, that's what we're here for, right?" Brad said as she felt him
removing his shorts.
"Just keep the talking to a minimum," Sharon told him. "This is a
stressful situation, especially for Brenda."
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Brenda," Brad muttered as he threw his
shorts on top of the covers.
"It's all right, Brad," she said, "Your mother is trying to watch out
for
me. But everything's O.K., Sharon. Brad and I will just do this and
that'll
be that. Right, Brad?"
"Nothing to it," Brad agreed. "People been doing it forever."
Brenda liked that thought. Brad seemed to be at ease and ready to
do his duty for their family.
"Well, I'll be over here," Sharon said and she walked over and sat in
her chair.
Brad slid closer to her and Brenda lay down fully, using her hands to
pull her hair up so it wouldn't be under her. It was a motion she usually
did in her bed with her husband but now she was doing it for his younger
brother. And it excited her.
Brad then moved over her. He supported his weight on his hands,
holding his chest about six inches above her as his knees found the
space between her legs. She made the space wider and raised her
knees. She started to inch up the hem of her nightshirt with her hands to
expose her womanhood.
All of a sudden, Brad leaned back on his knees, his upper body
moving up as his hands grabbed the sheets like a cape. Looked down
without thinking and she was looking right at Brad's erection.
"Oh," she said in surprise. Brad was hung like a pony! She'd never
seen an organ that thick!
Then, just as quickly, Brad lowered himself back over her, pulling
the
covers up around their shoulders.
'Brenda took the bait!' Brad thought, unable to stop a big smile.
He'd
been thinking about that maneuver since they had set down the rules of
the session. 'Dangled Big Chubby in front of her and she got an eyeful!'
His mother, sitting back behind them in her chair, would not have
seen anything. As far as she knew, he was just going to get in and get
out. But he wanted to test his sister-in-law, especially if she had told
his
mother she was excited. The next couple of seconds would tell if this
was going to be fun for both of them or just a great masturbation for him.
Brenda looked up at him again and her face had lost that detached,
all-business look. She looked turned on! Brad decided to press the issue
immediately. He lowered himself down on her until his chest was
pressing against her shirt-clad bosom and erection was digging into her
shrouded crotch.
"If we whisper, Mom won't hear us," he said very softly.
"We shouldn't talk," Brenda whispered back but it didn't sound fully
sincere.
"Brenda, I want to be honest with you....I've wanted to fuck you for
a
long time. I want you to fuck me back...not just lay there."
Her eyes widened a little and her tongue tip wetted her lips.
"I don't want to cheat on Chris," she whispered finally.
"This is cheating. Don't kid yourself...let's enjoy it, Brenda. It's
like a
'One Free Cheating' card in Monopoly." He rubbed his erection against
the soft splay of her legs and she drew in a little shuddering breath. Oh,
see wanted him all right. "Brenda, I want you to let yourself go. This is
going to be our secret."
She remained silent but her hands came up to softly hold his sides.
"Did you see my cock?" he continued softly.
"Yes."
"You're going to love it in your pussy," he whispered confidently.
"Brad, you shouldn't talk like that," Brenda said weakly, closing her
eyes.
"All right...act like you don't want it," he whispered, "but pull
your shirt
up just the same." He waited a few beats, wondering if she'd call the
whole thing off just to try and prove to him that she wasn't hot for it.
But then her hands moved down and he felt her shirt being dragged
upward under his erection.
Then, he felt hair and the soft, warm feathery folds of her womanhood
touching the bottom of his manhood. He was surprised by the textures;
he'd imagined Brenda would be more Au natural like his mother. It felt
like Brenda had shaved herself bare!
'Man, I wish I could do the whole nine yards on her. I'd love to get a
look at that pussy....work her over with my tongue a bit!' Brad wished but
he knew he'd never get the chance. Still, he was going to bang her
pussy!
He worked his hips back a little and felt the head of his prick slide
down out of hair into hot fleshy skin, the inner labia of his
sister-in-law.
Somewhere in there was her pussy hole and he prodded her crotch
several times looking for that sweet spot. But he was so erect, he
couldn't get it down far enough; he kept rubbing into what had to be her
clit because he kept feeling hair too.
"Lower," Brenda whispered.
He had reach back between them with his right hand and push himself
down. He was pressing into her skin, pushing down and then it found the
mark. Most of the head slid into her oiled groove and then, when he felt
the going get a little tough, he stopped. He wanted to be sure he went
slowly as always.
"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" he said in a normal voice. It was O.K.
for his mother to hear that. In fact, he wanted her to. He hadn't forgot
she was back there.
Brenda didn't say anything, just kept her eyes closed but her hands
gripped his sides a little harder.
'I'll take that as a Go-Ahead.'
He pressed forward and he felt the flared head of his cock pop through
the gateway of her pussy. The ring of her pussy portal clamped around
his shaft as he inched it in.
'How did he know?...Could he see it on my face?' Brenda wasn't able
to answer the questions in her mind. Not with Brad's thick member
sliding into her excited body. All she knew was that Brad stirred her up
even more the way he had talked to her.
'I'm going to cum...I know I am...he's going to start fucking me and
I'll
cum...he'll feel me cumming!'
He was just opening her up, pushing his surprising fullness slowly in.
She tried to relax her loins but, instinctively, they cramped up in
delicious shivers around the intruding but oh-so-welcomed cock of her
husband's brother.
"You got it all," Brad whispered above her and she felt his pubic bone
pushing into her and what she knew must be his balls against the lower
swells of her flattened asscheeks. "God, you feel good, Brenda."
'So do you!' she wanted to tell him but she bit her lip. It was going
to
be hard to be around Brad as it was after all this was over.
He left himself all the way in her and it was all she could focus on.
If
he'd started moving it in and out, she could have gone on to something
else, kept her mind out of things. But he left it in and it burned a hole
in
her mind.
The dream came back to her, his girth was like that in the dream, his
skin was pressing on her exposed clit, his heavy scrotum against her
ass, full of baby-syrup, he'd be spurting it in her!
Her skin went all prickly all of a sudden. The nightshirt, the thin
cotton
nightshirt, suddenly felt like a wool blanket, her body was burning up.
The heat was mentally generated, not real.
'No...not yet!!' she managed to think right before her pussy started
convulsing around Brad's cock. She'd cum and he hadn't even started
fucking her!
"UUUHHH!" she gasp loudly before she could stop herself.
Sharon was wondering what was happening under the covers of her
bed. Things seemed to be taking an awfully long time to get started. She
hoped it was just Brad being very careful with his sister-in-law's
feelings
and body.
"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" she heard her son say from under the
covers.
Sharon sat back in her chair.
She knew what was happening now. Brad was working himself into her
body. Sharon crossed her legs, feeling a warmness growing in her own
loins. She knew what Brenda was feeling right at that moment, she knew
the satisfying feeling of having Brad as a lover.
She thought she heard some whispering from under the covers after a
moment. She began to lean forward when a loud "UUUHHH!" filled the
bedroom. It was definitely Brenda and Sharon took it for what it was - an
expression of sexual stimulation.
The covers over their legs began moving but it wasn't the thrusting
motion she had been expecting; it was more of a thrashing motion. It
quieted down after a few seconds.
'Is that it?' Sharon thought. 'I would have thought Brad would have
lasted longer than that....but it is Brenda and he might have gotten too
excited.'
She was thinking about speaking out but then the covers started
moving the way she had envisioned. Brad's ass was pumping.
'She is fucking hot!' Brad swore to himself as Brenda's pussy jerked
around his skewering prick. 'Cumming all over my cock....oh, I'm gonna
take her there again....gonna fuck her good!'
She was working her cumming cunt in a circle under him, her sharp
fingernails were digging in his sides, her thighs squeezing his hips
tightly. Her pretty face was all scrunched, mirroring the sexual turmoil
in
her now juicy twat.
And then...right there....a slight, slight smile on her lips as her
face
began to slacken and her climactic movements ended.
'Oh yeah! She enjoyed that all right....God, I can't believe Chris gets
this whenever he wants!' He let his weight down on her, wanting to feel
her curvaceous form all up and down his torso. Her round tits squashed
themselves out and he could feel her hard nipples through the shirt. His
face slipped past hers, his cheek rubbing hers. He could smell the fruity
variety of shampoo in her hair which was fanned on the pillow under her
head.
Her hands slipped around his back, holding him to her. And then he
felt her face turning to him slightly, pressing itself against his hair.
Then
he felt the kisses she was making, her lips rooting through his hair,
coming upon his ear, kissing his ear!
"Yeah," he said softly and began fucking her.
Her pussy was stretched by that time and only clung a little as he
rolled his hips, withdrawing only about two inches from her hot, rich
confines on each slow piston-like pump.
Brenda's hot breath blew in his ear every time he pushed in as far as
he could. He began to mix up his rhythm, sometimes doing his thrusts
quicker, sometimes slower, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. Always,
her breath filled his ear when he filled her.
Her hands did not stay on his back. They started doing circles, rubbing
him, always moving a little lower. They were almost to the swell of his
ass when he gave her a really hard thrust. Just like he'd hoped, her
hands grabbed his dimpled asscheeks.
With Brenda's small hands clutching his naked ass, he began to really
fuck her. She started moaning loudly, right into his ear. It sounded
deafening to him but it was certainly loud enough to fill the bedroom.
"Uuuuuhhhh...uuuuUUUGGGHH.....Oooohhhh!"
Brenda wasn't even aware she was making those noises. All she was
aware of was Brad's husky prick pounding her pussy like she hadn't had
in years. Oh, Chris got her off and she was always satisfied but..... this
fucking was torrid.
It reminded her of the high school days. She'd been popular back then
because she had developed early and because she'd been a "loose"
girl. There'd been a line of seniors waiting for her every year and she'd
called a lot of their numbers. All those nights in the back of cars, guys
so
horny they'd just pull her skirt and panties off and mount her. No finesse
back then, they'd stop thrust as fast and as long as they could. Their
weight pinning her, hard cock slamming in her...... she'd loved it.
The irony was incredible - by some miracle, she'd hadn't gotten
knocked up in her backseat ballets and now, here she was, mostly
clothed, holding the churning ass of a teenager, hoping that his sperm
was going to create a life in her belly!
Sharon Larrington sat in her chair, a hand on her throat to represent
the shock of hearing Brenda getting so excited by her son's fucking and
the other hand under her skirt for the same reason. The front of her
panties were damp, her fingers rubbing the material into her own
sopping slit.
'Oh Brenda!..I know!...I know!' Sharon said to herself.
In front of her, her bed was squeaking away as it always did when she
and Brad made love. The covers were lifting and falling in the familiar
hurried heaving of her son's ass. Brenda kept moaning and huffing.
'I've got to get a hold of myself,' Sharon realized, pulling her hand
from
under her skirt. In a few minutes, she'd be shooing Brad out and trying to
present an impartial, caring front to Brenda.
Under the covers, Brad could feel his balls aching to unload in his
brother's wife. Fucking her was better than he'd imagined it could be -
she was fucking him back, throwing her cunt up at him and pulling him
into her bald box at the same time.
And he was taking liberties as well - his left hand was up under her
nightshirt now, squeezing and kneading her right breast. His tongue was
in her left ear. He was using his erection like a spade, sending it almost
straight down into Brenda, the top of his shaft rubbing her clit just like
Mom had taught him. Brenda tossed her head away from him, her
groans whipping upward, building to a crescendo.
"UHHHHH.....Oooh.....oOOOHH....HHHHHUUUUUUU!"
Brenda's body torqued under him as her pussy blew up in a second
orgasm, this one much bigger than the first.
It was just the excuse he was looking for. He shoved into her as deep
as he could and let loose.
"OOOHYYEAAAAHHH!" he shouted, totally forgetting the grunt he'd
told his mother he would make. His cum jetted into Brenda's roiling
vagina in shuddering spurts, each feeling better than the first.
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From: ajl3@aol.com (AJL3)
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Subject: SueNH Stories??
Date: 1 Oct 1996 11:04:39 -0400
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Could someone repost the SueNH stories? Or better yet is there an achive
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From: PAZUZU <djcemc@ma.ultranet.com>
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to get colder!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 10:37:14 -0700
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DM wrote:
>
> Give it a rest.
>
> DM
>
> --
>
> > "Little things affect little minds."
> >
> > Benjamin Disraeli
so now we know why it bothered you crossboy, fuck the fire wood let the
lions out.
PAZUZU
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to get colder!
Date: 1 Oct 1996 22:38:09 -0400
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Such a philosopher............. I wonder if this fool's mind is as sharp
as his rapier-like wit.
I doubt it.
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I Agree, Lucky I was running win95 i noticed something screwy when I
tried to run another application, and it wanted to set up my
application again.
What this program does, is deletes all the files in the root directory
of dos and windows. Which as you can guess puts you in a spot of
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Subject: Political system works ya right!
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On Sun, 29 Sep 1996, Travis B. Creighton wrote:
> Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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> Julian,
> Read a book called "Enroute to Gobal Occupation", you'll see where we
> all are heading. EVERYTHING is documented.
> Also, Canada doesn't have the diversity of people that the US does.
> So, of course, there is going to be racial tension.
> WHAT I DON'T GET IS THEY SCREWED UP THEIR GOVERNMENT & LAND AND THEN
> WE LET THEM COME HERE & INFEST OR GOVERNMENT TOO! Our fault...
>
> >
> > You obiously have never vistited us then. Our political system works.
> > Sure it's whacky at times, but hey, it's the best system around. I
> > think the media portrays the racism in the U.S. as worse than it really
> > is. Every country has it. We have strived to contain it and hopefully
> > eliminate it someday. And stop with stereotyping Canadians with that
> > igloo nonsense. We all know igloos are not that cosy.
> >
> > Julian
>
>
Well if your political system works why:
1. Did your Govt to fund its covert activities sell cocaine to your own
citizens to pay for arms to the contras? Ever hear of Ollie!
2. Why does your G'ovt install key escrow encryption (clipper chips) to
listen in at their whim to your electronic communications be it a modem,
phone, cellular, pager etc?
3. I guess Watergate is an example of excellence in politics.
4. I guess your Pentagon lying to your vets about Agent Orange in the
1960's and recently about Prostagladin bromide and the nerve gas serin.
Why would they administer PB when it was untested and not approv. by your
own FDA and against the conventions of medical protocol the FDA
follows for experimental drugs? Namely the soldiers are to be told of
the risks and precautions and get documentation on the drug? First your
Pentagon in 1991 said no vets were harmed, 1993 then 200, now 5000 likely
tens of thousands, yet they are getting zero for help and compensation?
5. A politcal system that is full of deceit and that is ruled by special
interest groups. He who has the most $$ to give to perspective
congressmen on the take gets all EH! Even if it is harmful to one's
health, look at the Tobacco Companies and the Rupublican congress and Dole's
finances.
6. Moral Majority and Politics
I thought the church is suppose to stay out of politics, but obviously
there it has its hands in full force.
Sorry if that is the definition of American politics I will take mine,
much more honest and true!!!
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Subject: Re: Political system works ya right!
Date: 1 Oct 1996 18:32:20 GMT
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In article <Pine.ULT.3.91.960930220306.29335C-100000@blaze.trentu.ca>,
Gary S. McKenzie <cegsm@trentu.ca> wrote:
>
>Well if your political system works why:
>
>1. Did your Govt to fund its covert activities sell cocaine to your own
>citizens to pay for arms to the contras? Ever hear of Ollie!
Yeah heard of him, but you obvously haven't heard the whole story.
Either that or you lack the ability to see that the individuals that work
for the government aren't the government itself. The fact that we all know
about what some people where doing in this situation and that it's coming
out in testimony before our Congress (a branch of government Gary) is
evidence our government works, not eveidence to the contrary.
>2. Why does your G'ovt install key escrow encryption (clipper chips) to
>listen in at their whim to your electronic communications be it a modem,
>phone, cellular, pager etc?
Same reason citizens of Canada had their news about a recent sex/murder
trial censored by the govenment; because there's no shortage any where
in the world or any nation of control freaks who want to restrict access
to information by the public.
The difference is that when people see the abuses the clipper chip and
such will eventually lead those of us in the U.S. will have ways of
changing the situtation. How are you ever going to make changes Gary
when you aren't even sure whether your precious government is telling
you the truth about what it's doing and all the news you see and or hear
is subject to governemtn censorship. Or better yet, maybe you will find
out and when you try to stand up to them they can just do things like
with hold your government provided health care until you do what they
say.
Just because most Canadians haven't come to understand the full implications
of what it means to be a slave of the state who depends on government for
everything doesn't mean it won't happen eventually.
>3. I guess Watergate is an example of excellence in politics.
No, it's an example of how individuals sometimes let their personal
desires for power overcome their judgement. Again, we know about
Watergate and the people involved got what they had coming - evidence
our system works.
You on the other hand seem to want us to believe that there are no corrupt
Canadian politicians. Is that right Gary? or maybe you just don't about the
scandals your politicians get involved in, it's a terrible thing to be a
slave to your government isn't it Gary.
>4. I guess your Pentagon lying to your vets about Agent Orange in the
>1960's and recently about Prostagladin bromide and the nerve gas serin.
>Why would they administer PB when it was untested and not approv. by your
>own FDA and against the conventions of medical protocol the FDA
>follows for experimental drugs? Namely the soldiers are to be told of
>the risks and precautions and get documentation on the drug? First your
>Pentagon in 1991 said no vets were harmed, 1993 then 200, now 5000 likely
>tens of thousands, yet they are getting zero for help and compensation?
>
>5. A politcal system that is full of deceit and that is ruled by special
>interest groups. He who has the most $$ to give to perspective
>congressmen on the take gets all EH! Even if it is harmful to one's
>health, look at the Tobacco Companies and the Rupublican congress and Dole's
>finances.
Yeah, yeah, yeah Gary the U.S. is the only country that has crooked politicians
who try to hide their mistakes and crimes - Canada is squeaky clean.
>6. Moral Majority and Politics
>
>I thought the church is suppose to stay out of politics, but obviously
>there it has its hands in full force.
Well you thought wrong then and maybe you'll quit listening to rumors and
try learning the fact before you pop off. Although sicne most Canadians
don't have a clue about things like the condition of their health care
system, because the government doesn't want you to, why should I be
shocked that you know even less about the government of another country.
Tell me, what truly free nation would deny anyone the chance to participate
in the government. Is religious bigotry, intolerance and discrimination
a daily legislated part of your government or do you just engage in it
for kicks?
>Sorry if that is the definition of American politics I will take mine,
>much more honest and true!!!
Of course you would Gary, because like all good robo-cunucks you wouldn't
have the slightest idea how to provide for yourself, get yourself the medical
care you need or how to react if you knew the details of the inner workings
of your courts when handling a sensational criminal case if the government
weren't doing it for you.
Your government is so special in fact that big chunks of the people would
do nearly anything they could to break away from it and form their own country
and were it not for the fact that you little sheep had your rights to defend
yourselves, and the tools you need to do so, against crimminals and government
oppression taken away from you by your precious leaders, would have done so
by now.
Don't get me wrong though Gary. I've been to Canada and have some relatives
living there and as fascist police states go it's definitley one of the better
managed ones, for now.
Paul S. Galvanek
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From: "Gary S. McKenzie" <cegsm@trentu.ca>
Subject: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
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On Sun, 29 Sep 1996, Anthony Schager wrote:
> Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
> Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 18:40:49 -0700
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Nonsense deleted.....
> > > >
> > > > I might add the Metric system is used in more countries around the
> > > > world than the Imperial system. And as for jealousy... I have never
> > > > been and will never be jealous of the USA... Your political system is
> > > > a joke(gridlock)... Your racism is just rediculous... And your
> > > > attitude stinks to high heaven... Thank you I will wear my parka and
> > > > boots and live in my cosy igloo up here in the north...
> > > >
> > > > >Julian
> > >
> > > You obiously have never vistited us then. Our political system works.
> > > Sure it's whacky at times, but hey, it's the best system around. I
> > > think the media portrays the racism in the U.S. as worse than it really
> > > is. Every country has it. We have strived to contain it and hopefully
> > > eliminate it someday. And stop with stereotyping Canadians with that
> > > igloo nonsense. We all know igloos are not that cosy.
> > >
> > > Julian
> most companies use the "imperial system" for most manufacturing
> processes. As it is more accurate.
>
>
So why is it that all companies that deal in anything technical deal in
metric? Why is it that when I read science journals that are international
in scope and have sometimes American authors are the quantifications done
in metric? Why does all of American science use metric and the everyday
people use useless Imperial? Why is it that metric is easier to convert in
than the Imperial with its fractional equivalents and non whole number
units and they still use it? I think it
is because so much of the normal populace of America is under educated that
to try and convert them to this way would be tantamount to an uprising worse
than another one of their monumental events, Oklahoma and would likely go
off with a bang like the last one!!
Later
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From: Jumper <jumper@para.net>
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Subject: Re: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
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> So why is it that all companies that deal in anything technical deal in
> metric? Why is it that when I read science journals that are international
> in scope and have sometimes American authors are the quantifications done
> in metric? Why does all of American science use metric and the everyday
> people use useless Imperial? Why is it that metric is easier to convert in
> than the Imperial with its fractional equivalents and non whole number
> units and they still use it? I think it
> is because so much of the normal populace of America is under educated that
> to try and convert them to this way would be tantamount to an uprising worse
> than another one of their monumental events, Oklahoma and would likely go
> off with a bang like the last one!!
> LaterBefore you start espousing the virtues of the metric system, why don't
you look up the word "meter" in an encyclopedia? You will find that the
meter is NOT an exact measurement, unlike the inch, yard, mile etc. In
fact, further studies are ongoing to decide just how long a meter is.
In the meantime, every metric measuring tool currently in use is based on
an imaginary scale.........Something to think about eh?
A Canadian
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From: pischke@ecf.toronto.edu (David Pischke)
Subject: Re: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
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In article <3251A1CE.74E6@para.net>, Jumper <jumper@para.net> wrote:
>Before you start espousing the virtues of the metric system, why don't
>you look up the word "meter" in an encyclopedia? You will find that the
>meter is NOT an exact measurement, unlike the inch, yard, mile etc. In
>fact, further studies are ongoing to decide just how long a meter is.
>In the meantime, every metric measuring tool currently in use is based on
>an imaginary scale.........Something to think about eh?
> A Canadian
I've got news for you: the inch, mile, and yard are all defined -- guess
what -- in terms of the metre!
--
David Pischke (pischke@ecf.toronto.edu)
___ _____ Engineering is the art of moulding materials we do not fully
|__ |) | | | understand into shapes we cannot fully analyse and preventing
|__ |\ | |/\| the public from realising the full extent of our ignorance.
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Subject: Re: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 18:35:19 +1000
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David Pischke wrote:
>
> In article <3251A1CE.74E6@para.net>, Jumper <jumper@para.net> wrote:
> >Before you start espousing the virtues of the metric system, why don't
> >you look up the word "meter" in an encyclopedia? You will find that the
> >meter is NOT an exact measurement, unlike the inch, yard, mile etc. In
> >fact, further studies are ongoing to decide just how long a meter is.
> >In the meantime, every metric measuring tool currently in use is based on
> >an imaginary scale.........Something to think about eh?
> > A Canadian
>
> I've got news for you: the inch, mile, and yard are all defined -- guess
> what -- in terms of the metre!
>
I think you will find that if you had actually looked up the word
"meter" you would have found it is a measuring device. The unit of
distance is called a "metre".
Off hand the only unit of distance that is related to a natural,
unchanging object is the Nautical Mile. I think it is based of the
distance at sea level of an arc that is one degree at the centre of the
earth.
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Subject: Re: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 11:37:55 -0700
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Jumper wrote:
>
> > So why is it that all companies that deal in anything technical deal in
> > metric? Why is it that when I read science journals that are international
> > in scope and have sometimes American authors are the quantifications done
> > in metric? Why does all of American science use metric and the everyday
> > people use useless Imperial? Why is it that metric is easier to convert in
> > than the Imperial with its fractional equivalents and non whole number
> > units and they still use it? I think it
> > is because so much of the normal populace of America is under educated that
> > to try and convert them to this way would be tantamount to an uprising worse
> > than another one of their monumental events, Oklahoma and would likely go
> > off with a bang like the last one!!
> > LaterBefore you start espousing the virtues of the metric system, why don't
> you look up the word "meter" in an encyclopedia? You will find that the
> meter is NOT an exact measurement, unlike the inch, yard, mile etc. In
> fact, further studies are ongoing to decide just how long a meter is.
> In the meantime, every metric measuring tool currently in use is based on
> an imaginary scale.........Something to think about eh?
> A Canadian
Ok, what is the exact length of an inch?
Something to think about eh?
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Subject: Re: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 11:40:38 -0700
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Robert Geddings wrote:
>
> Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
> > So why is it that all companies that deal in anything technical deal in
> > metric? Why is it that when I read science journals that are international
> > in scope and have sometimes American authors are the quantifications done
> > in metric? Why does all of American science use metric and the everyday
> > people use useless Imperial? Why is it that metric is easier to convert in
> > than the Imperial with its fractional equivalents and non whole number
> > units and they still use it? I think it
> > is because so much of the normal populace of America is under educated that
> > to try and convert them to this way would be tantamount to an uprising worse
> > than another one of their monumental events, Oklahoma and would likely go
> > off with a bang like the last one!!
>
> Sorry to interject some fact into this conversation. But the primary
> reason that
> the US has not switched to metric is due to the incredible cost overhead
> of such
> a change. A switch to metric would require massive retooling and a
> complete loss
> of current investment in tools and processes.
I agree. Canada's population is relatively close together, more or less
along the US/Canada border. There are also extremely large expanses
where there are no people. In the US, there are non-metric signs all
over the place. It would cost Billions of dollars to convert them all to
metric.
Weighing the cost to the benefits, I'd say that it is a wise decision to
stay with the Imperial system.
Of course I'd have to say that I think the Imperial system is outdated,
but if I was an American, I would be against moving to metric.
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Subject: Re: An American Thinking Man his metric theorems
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 17:45:26 -0700
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Gary S. McKenzie wrote:
> So why is it that all companies that deal in anything technical deal in
> metric? Why is it that when I read science journals that are international
> in scope and have sometimes American authors are the quantifications done
> in metric? Why does all of American science use metric and the everyday
> people use useless Imperial? Why is it that metric is easier to convert in
> than the Imperial with its fractional equivalents and non whole number
> units and they still use it? I think it
> is because so much of the normal populace of America is under educated that
> to try and convert them to this way would be tantamount to an uprising worse
> than another one of their monumental events, Oklahoma and would likely go
> off with a bang like the last one!!
Sorry to interject some fact into this conversation. But the primary
reason that
the US has not switched to metric is due to the incredible cost overhead
of such
a change. A switch to metric would require massive retooling and a
complete loss
of current investment in tools and processes.
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From: ham@ix.netcom.com(William Mayers)
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to
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In <N.092996.215325.17@port-1-17.gallipolis.zoomnet.net>
jnwkreat@zoomnet.net writes:
>
>I don't understand why this poster, who calls himself antichrist, is
so threatened by us believers.
>He has to keep flooding our special groups with his garbage because he
is so unsure of his own
>beliefs, he can't stand to have us hold our beliefs so strongly.
>
>To antichrist: Please, take your opinions to a more appropriate
location. We just want to be able
>to share our blessings and prayers with believers in Christ without
you wasting our time and taking
>space on our program. You will never influence God's children to
follow your shallow, evil and
>self-serving propaganda. However, we will pray for your soul, and
that you soon will see the
>truth. Blessed to be a child of the only
true GOD, Joan
>--
>"Love your neighbor"applies to all; remember you are someone's
neighbor, too.
>
Umm, Joan? Hello? Helloooooo! Ah, Joan, this is alt.atheism. I
rather suspect that this is quite the appropriate forum for "the
antichrist". This IS the somewhere else you spoke of. Blessed be...
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 10:52:11 -0700
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William Mayers wrote:
>
> In <N.092996.215325.17@port-1-17.gallipolis.zoomnet.net>
> jnwkreat@zoomnet.net writes:
> >
> >I don't understand why this poster, who calls himself antichrist, is
> so threatened by us believers.
> >He has to keep flooding our special groups with his garbage because he
> is so unsure of his own
> >beliefs, he can't stand to have us hold our beliefs so strongly.
> >
> >To antichrist: Please, take your opinions to a more appropriate
> location. We just want to be able
> >to share our blessings and prayers with believers in Christ without
> you wasting our time and taking
> >space on our program. You will never influence God's children to
> follow your shallow, evil and
> >self-serving propaganda. However, we will pray for your soul, and
> that you soon will see the
> >truth. Blessed to be a child of the only
> true GOD, Joan
> >--
> >"Love your neighbor"applies to all; remember you are someone's
> neighbor, too.
> >
>
> Umm, Joan? Hello? Helloooooo! Ah, Joan, this is alt.atheism. I
> rather suspect that this is quite the appropriate forum for "the
> antichrist". This IS the somewhere else you spoke of. Blessed be...
This guy can't be the aintichrist, we all the antichrist will be alot
more clever and he won't be talking to any of us. God is in control and
even if this guy wants to be the antichrist his attacks at us lead me to
believe that we have him questioning his own beliefs. -L-
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From: msimon@rworld.com (M Simon)
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 07:57:21 GMT
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"Lori L. Koch" <kochl@so.edw.af.mil> wrote:
>William Mayers wrote:
>>
>> In <N.092996.215325.17@port-1-17.gallipolis.zoomnet.net>
>> jnwkreat@zoomnet.net writes:
>> >
>> >I don't understand why this poster, who calls himself antichrist, is
>> so threatened by us believers.
>> >He has to keep flooding our special groups with his garbage because he
>> is so unsure of his own
>> >beliefs, he can't stand to have us hold our beliefs so strongly.
>> >
>> >To antichrist: Please, take your opinions to a more appropriate
>> location. We just want to be able
>> >to share our blessings and prayers with believers in Christ without
>> you wasting our time and taking
>> >space on our program. You will never influence God's children to
>> follow your shallow, evil and
>> >self-serving propaganda. However, we will pray for your soul, and
>> that you soon will see the
>> >truth. Blessed to be a child of the only
>> true GOD, Joan
>> >--
>> >"Love your neighbor"applies to all; remember you are someone's
>> neighbor, too.
>> >
>>
>> Umm, Joan? Hello? Helloooooo! Ah, Joan, this is alt.atheism. I
>> rather suspect that this is quite the appropriate forum for "the
>> antichrist". This IS the somewhere else you spoke of. Blessed be...
>This guy can't be the aintichrist, we all the antichrist will be alot
>more clever and he won't be talking to any of us. God is in control and
>even if this guy wants to be the antichrist his attacks at us lead me to
>believe that we have him questioning his own beliefs. -L-
While it may be true that God is in conrtol I think he dropped
his joystick and put the game on pause while rushing to the
bathroom.
I don't like it and I won't vote for it.
Simon
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 21:41:49 -0700
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I'm not quite sure I understand your post. Are you assuming that no one
here believes in god? Just because we are into a certain form of
intimacy does not mean we wouldn't care. And please correct me if I am
wrong in what I am gathering from your post.
Morain wrote:
> What I want to know is why this is one the sex groups? What does "God
> dosn't exist" and that type of crap matter to the people who read these
> groups?
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Subject: Re: Dumbass christians make great firewood and it's starting to
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 17:55:41 -0600
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jnwkreat@zoomnet.net wrote:
>
> I don't understand why this poster, who calls himself antichrist, is so threatened by us believers.
> He has to keep flooding our special groups with his garbage because he is so unsure of his own
> beliefs, he can't stand to have us hold our beliefs so strongly.
>
> To antichrist: Please, take your opinions to a more appropriate location. We just want to be able
> to share our blessings and prayers with believers in Christ without you wasting our time and taking
> space on our program. You will never influence God's children to follow your shallow, evil and
> self-serving propaganda. However, we will pray for your soul, and that you soon will see the
> truth. Blessed to be a child of the only true GOD, Joan
What I want to know is why this is one the sex groups? What does "God
dosn't exist" and that type of crap matter to the people who read these
groups?
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 10:40:15 GMT
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ANTICHRIST <ANTICHRIST@666.com> wrote:
>Reposting article removed by rogue canceller.
>Mr Kanos <smh@fl.net.au> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>> 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!!!!
>==========================================================================
> You are exactly right and yes, if jesus comes back we can bump him off
>again.Very Good. Well Done!
>FEW CAN STAND THE WHITE HOT LIGHT OF TRUTH!
>ANTICHRIST AND PROUD OF IT!
>ANTICHRIST@666.com
Point is - Jesus never was. The Bible just a stupid book that
everybody seems to believe. It is just a load of crap.
/MJ
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Subject: Re: Jesus Died for You!!!<--Then he fucked up!
Date: 3 Oct 1996 06:43:51 GMT
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In article <R.51ub6q$27n@bluto.accesscomm.net>, ANTICHRIST@666.com
says...
>
>Reposting article removed by rogue canceller.
>
>Mr Kanos <smh@fl.net.au> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>> 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!!!!
>
>========================================================================
==
>
>
> You are exactly right and yes, if jesus comes back we can bump him off
>again.Very Good. Well Done!
>
>
>FEW CAN STAND THE WHITE HOT LIGHT OF TRUTH!
>
>ANTICHRIST AND PROUD OF IT!
>
>ANTICHRIST@666.com
>hahahahah...kill off jesus? you make me laugh,jesus could kill you and
me like little bitty bugs if wanted to. i say let's kill off satanists,
and i wish satan would make his self in the flesh so i could kill the
son-of-a-bitch!!!
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From: Prince_Dolph@Castle.Roogns.Xanth.com (Prince Dolph, Magician of Shape Changing)
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Subject: RE: Brothers & Lovers series. To anyone with this story
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 12:38:30 GMT
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If anyone has Brothers & Lolvers 2 through 9, please post it for me.
Also the preamble leads me to believe there is an adult series
involving these guys. Is this true? if so, please let me know, I'd
love to read about this as well!!
Thanks!!
LY-MI Love You - Mean It
Prince Dolph, Magician of Shape-Changing
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From: lane <lane@src-inc.com>
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Subject: Where's all the real hardcore porn gone?
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If you're finding that porn is tamer than it used to be, check out
the sites that continue to say "no" to regulation.
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Subject: Gay HARDcore, and more gay HARDcore
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The largest, hardest, Gay porn club on the 'Net - that's why it's
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From: hall <hall@rsi-net.com>
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Subject: Wild, wild sex... we all want it
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From: Eyeballs <grfxfto@anet-chi.com>
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Subject: REQ: ALEX MACK STORIES
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 06:16:04 -0500
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Hello All,
I've got the Alex Mack story that started with the doctor, when she was
unconsious. Does any body have any others. I really want to add them to
my Web Site. Please post here or E-mail to me.
http://www.graphicphotos.com
Eyeballs
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From: Eyeballs <grfxfto@anet-chi.com>
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Scott,
I believe that was The Cherry Cheerleader. Young Jenny does her sisters
boyfriend, her best friends dad, her teacher, then gets into a seven
guy-gangbang. Does that sound like the right one.
I've got it on my website, along with a few others. Including an Alex
Mack chapter.
http://www.graphicphotos.com
Eyeballs
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where is part 2? could someone repost?
Don'tBotherMe@Home.com
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From: spenguin@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca ()
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Subject: Archie: Hell Hath No Fury by Satan Penguin 1/?
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THE SATAN PENGUIN SERIES I, Number III Archie
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Standard Satan Penguin series disclaimer:
- don't say you wrote it
- this original work of fiction contains LOTS OF SEX
- copyrighted characters within are used without permission
- comments (mailed, or posted to a.s.s.D.) welcome.
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NOTES
- contains mf, ff, anal, mild ds, yng, best
- I have nothing against Detroit. I've never even been there!
- chapter I is included in this post
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HELL HATH NO FURY (mild mf)
by Satan Penguin, c.1996
PROLOGUE: The New Kid
BBBRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
The school bell rang loud on a warm, sunny morning. Another
normal day at Riverdale High School. Or was it? The students were
running, late, to their home rooms for attendance. Nothing was odd
about that. As the last footsteps faded from the halls, a strange
thin happened.
One of the locker doors opened, slowly, noiselessly. A young man
stepped out of that locker, which closed after him, just as slowly
and noiselessly as before.
This young man was just like any other normal Riverdale boy, but
for one thing: his eyes. Deeper than any human eye could ever be,
this boy bore them with pride, almost arrogance, as though mocking
any who dared to stare at them.
No, this was not a Riverdale boy, but an alien humanoid from the
alternate reality of H'trae. A perfect duplicate of Earth, H'trae
was slowly dying, the latest victim of a wandering cosmic planet
virus. This boy's parents sacrificed all they had to save him,
their only child, from the ravages of the virus. Eventually, they
discovered a wormhole which would propel him through the barriers,
depositing him on a habitable planet, hopefully one that was free
of the virus destroying their own.
Yes, this native of the twin city Elad-Revir, H'trae, was by now
more than likely the last of his kind. But his parents made one
last request. They wanted him to live a long, happy life, keeping
the memories of his home planet in his heart forever.
Upon reaching this planet, he sought out its equivalent to his
home city-state. It turned out to be Riverdale - clean and bright,
and though smaller, was identical to Elad-Revir. He retained some
aspects of H'traen technology which were to help him here on Earth.
Among these was an old H'traean computer, hundreds of times faster
and more powerful and efficient than the greatest of Terran main-
frame computers, all reduced to the size of a laptop.
With the help of some other H'traen equipment, he created all
the identification he would need to get by in this world. A few
simple strokes of the alien computer's touchboard gave him all the
records he would ever need to verify his existence here. The simple
electronic security programs of the Terrans were no match for the
brain-like circuitry of his computer. A few more touches gave him
more money than he could ever hope to spend in one human lifetime.
Finally, a few calls on a newly-acquired cordless phone garnered
him a large, furnished house in a routinely-patrolled upper-middle-
class neighbourhood and, for personal transportation, an open-top,
alternatively-fuelled, combustion-engine, personal conveyance (a
convertible), as well as some personal odds and ends.
Now, he would be completing six hectic months of schooling. He
had progressed rapidly, gaining and retaining knowledge faster than
any mere human ever could. In six months, he had completed the
equivalent of one year of public high school, minus the absences,
tardiness, and excuses to be found in many students. Due to his
constant catching-up, he had had little time for making friends or
any of the other social activities normally associated with high
school students, such as picnics, school clubs, sports, dances,
hanging out, and dating. But now that he had caught up, he could
join his classmates in recreation this summer.
CHAPTER I: School's Out
BBBRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG!
The final bell of the school year rang loud and clear. Teachers
dismissed their students for the last time this season, wishing
them a safe and enjoyable summer. Exams had been written and passed
or failed, final assignments were handed in, and the population of
Riverdale High was generally letting out a sigh of release. Gifts
were exchanged between favourite teachers and students, and even
the principal was uncharacteristically celebratory today.
A boy with unusual eyes walked down the hall toward his assigned
locker, when he was approached by a large group of students. He
knew that these students were in his class, but had no idea why
they would be confronting him in the hallways thus.
"Hey, Stan, could we have a word with you?" asked a redheaded,
freckle-cheeked male he knew as Archie Andrews, unofficial leader
and spokesperson for this particular group.
"Of course, Archie. What do you wish to discuss?" the boy with
the strange eyes said.
"Well, you've been in our class for the last six months, but we
really don't know anything about you. You seem like a pretty cool
guy, and the gang and I want to invite you to come with us to Pop
Tate's for a soda. You know, just to hang out."
Stan stared at them inquisitively, seeming not to understand the
meaning behind Archie's words. A shorter, bespectacled boy (Dilton
Doiley, Riverdale's resident young genius, he remembered) stepped
out from the crowd. "Pop Tate's is a gathering place, popular with
students, a site for discussion, relaxation, and recreation. As
long as you don't cause any trouble, Pop Tate - the proprietor of
said establishment - will welcome you with open arms."
Dilton finished his spiel with a flourish. The rest of the group
stared at him like he was from another world. Little did they
realize that the object of their gaze should have been the man
facing them - the man with the bottomless blue eyes.
Stan spoke after a short pause. "Thank you, Dilton. I would be
more than pleased to accompany you to this Pop Tate's. I wish to
thank you all for considering me a 'pretty cool guy.' Before I join
you, however, I must remove my paraphernalia from my assigned
storage cubicle. Do not permit me to delay you. I shall locate this
Pop Tate's when I have completed my cleaning."
They looked at Stan, uncomprehending. He talked a lot like
Dilton - the resident genius - did, only all the time. Dilton was
quick to translate for his average-intelligence friends. "He says
he has to clean out his locker first, but that he'll meet us over
at Pop's when he's done."
"Great. See you there, Stan. And bring your quarters. We are
gonna celebrate the end of another successful school year with
about a zillion pinball games, and plenty of music," Archie said,
before walking away with the "gang."
Stan walked through the nearly empty hallways of Riverdale High
until he reached his assigned locker. Dropping his books to the
tiled floor, he made a gesture with his hands. The lock - of its
own accord - unlocked, and the thin metal door opened.
It was one of the abilities he had in this dimension. Likewise,
any Terran who went to H'trae would be similarly empowered. Here,
Stan was powerful, though he never displayed his powers openly, or
told anyone about them. No one knew.
Nor did anyone know of his wealth. He was careful not to resort
to ostentatious displays of his money. His classmates would have
gone out of their way to get to know him, and he had been far too
busy for that. But, now that school was done, he could relax and
make some friends. With his money, that would not be difficult.
Stan quickly cleaned out his locker, and placed his belongings
into his backpack. There wasn't much: only a few textbooks (which
he had bought rather than rented), binders, and other accessories.
He needed nothing else.
Pop Tate's was a two minute walk from the school. As the school
year had ended, it was packed to the gills, so to speak. Adolescent
males and females alike were celebrating another summer. Some were
seated at the counter, sipping thick brown and pink semi-solids and
transparent carbonated liquids, and eating meat, bread and legumes.
Others were moving on a large central area in front of the counter,
wiggling hips and torsos and flailing arms and legs. Still others,
like Archie and the gang, were crowded around a table at a booth,
chatting, laughing, and relaxing after a hard year's work.
Stan walked in amidst a particularly enjoyable Notnomde Atrebla
tune, "City of Champions," a patriotic anthem of youth and freedom.
He scanned the crowded establishment for signs of those who had
invited him here. Spotting them in a booth on the far side, he
walked over to join them, calling to the portly proprietor for a
carbonated beverage as he slithered past wigglers and flailers.
"Salutations, Archie, Betty, Reggie, Veronica, Jughead, Sabrina,
Dilton, Ethel, Midge, Moose." Stan addressed each one with a nod.
"D-uh, how's it goin' buddy?" Moose asked.
Stan remembered Moose Mason. He was dyslexic which, coupled with
his immense size and strength, caused others to believe he was
stupid and ignorant. This was not the case. Moose was one of the
most kind-hearted individuals in the school, despite his inability
to read, write, or think quickly. He had attracted the attention of
Midge Clump, who had taken the man for her own.
"All right, Moose," Stan smiled. "I appreciate your invitation,
Archie. This is a fine establishment, simultaneously raucous and
homey. I believe I shall be spending much of my unoccupied time
here. If the food is as enthusiastic as the atmosphere, you shall
have my undying gratitude."
After a few puzzled looks, Dilton translated. "What Stan means
is that he thinks he'll be spending a lot of his free time here,
and if the food's as good as the atmosphere, he'll owe you one,
Archie." The rest of the gang laughed.
"Well, get ready to owe me one, Stan, cuz here come the nachos."
Archie smiled, and rubbed his hands together greedily as the portly
Pop Tate deposited a veritable island of nachos in the centre of
the table. "Hold on, guys. I'd like Stan to have the first one."
"My thanks." Stan took one of the triangular chips, dipped it in
the green paste (guacamole, he learned later), and took the whole
thing into his mouth. "Archie, I definitely am in your debt. If
there is anything I can ever do for you, please do not hesitate to
ask. And I mean that, anything."
"Actually," Archie said, "there's one thing."
"Anything."
"Well, this may be a bit much to ask, but how about loosening up
your brain, Stan? Studying's got the better of you, and that isn't
healthy for anybody. Learn to have fun. Hey, we even got Dilton to
go casual, and that's saying something. So if you really want to do
me a favour, do yourself a favour and go nuts!"
"You have a point there, Archie--"
"No no, Stan. Your first task in loosening up will be to call me
'Arch' instead of Archie."
"All right... Arch. The only problem I have with 'loosening up,'
as you say, is that I do not know how to do it. I have only been
here a short time, and where I come from, people do not relax and
have fun merely for the sake of relaxing and having fun. Where I
come from, fun is reserved for holidays and special occassions."
"Okay, then we'll let you work at your own speed. Work on your
speech patterns, and we'll take care of the fun. And if you need
any help, call us. We'd be happy to take you places. Even Dilton
here can help you."
"Of course, Stan. I could help you with your slang," Dilton
agreed wholeheartedly.
"Thank you, my... friends. You are most kind. In return for your
kindness, I could offer--"
"Hey, Stan," Reggie piped up. "There isn't any payment required
for helping out a friend. That's what friends are for."
"I know that, Reggie, but I would really like to do this. In
return for your kindnesses, and as a token of my esteem for all of
you, I would-- oh heck, drinks are on me!"
The gang froze, each glancing uneasily first at Stan, then at
the man with a funny hat, Jughead, who was caught between drooling
at Stan's offer, and being truthful.
"Are you sure about that, Stan?" said Jughead. The others let
out a sigh of relief. "Any other buddy says that, I'd be the first
one at the counter, but you don't know us that well. Me, for
example. I eat like a horde of starving elephant and drink like a
pack of dehydrated camels any chance I get."
"I am well aware of your capabilities, Jughead, and let me say
that it is no trouble at all, I assure you. There is a lot you do
not know about me, just as there is much that I will not tell you
about me. What I will say is: do you know the Floogle Mansion?"
Veronica nodded. "Yes. It's been abandoned for years, mostly
because they haven't been able to find a buyer who could afford it,
and partly because it's supposed to be haunted."
"They have found a buyer, and I find the spirits residing there
most comforting."
"What?" Veronica cried. "You mean you--?"
"Correct. I have bought, and now live in, the Floogle Mansion."
The gang was immediately attentive, but were stunned into
silence. It wasn't every day that one of their friends told them he
was wealthier than the entire Lodge family. After a lengthy silence
Jughead cried out, "Well, you heard the man. Drinks are on him!"
The gang cheered as they waved for Pop Tate. When they told them
what they all wanted, Stan pulled out his billfold and handed it to
Pop. "Warn me when that gets low, Mr. Tate."
Pop Tate looked at the huge wad of green, then whistled. "Young
man, this won't run out until I sell this place to Jughead, which
will happen just after Riverdale gets invaded by and army of little
green men from Neptune. Why don't I just take this..." he pulled
out a $1000 bill "... and tell you when THAT runs out. Oh, and son,
please call me Pop. They all do."
"Gladly, Pop. And thank you. Now, my friends, let us party up!"
The party went on for hours. Each of the gang called home
several times to assure their parents they were well. Hours later,
when most of the people had gone, the gang was still there, their
party never diminishing in intensity even for an instant.
There was constant music, constant food, and best of all,
constant companionship. Aside from Archie and his gang, Stan met
some other people, and made some more new friends.
At about midnight, Pop Tate finally announced his intention to
close for the evening. "Come on, kids. Unlike you, I've got to get
up early tomorrow to open the shop."
The gang reluctantly left. Stan was the last to leave.
"Hey, son," Pop called. "Here's your change."
"Why don't you keep it, Pop, for a line of credit here?"
"Thank you kindly, son. You'll always be welcome at Pop's."
With that, Stan walked out into the cool midnight air to rejoin
the gang. "Are you all getting home okay?" he asked.
"Most of us live within walking distance, Stan. But Sabrina here
lives a bit further out. You got a car?"
"Yes. Sabrina, may I offer you a ride home?" Stan asked. He was
intrigued by Sabrina. In his eyes, she was clearly a regular, high-
level magic user. More specifically, she was a witch. Like himself,
she had a secret, and he felt he could open up to her.
They were on their way to Sabrina's house, in Stan's new car,
making small talk, when Sabrina popped the question. "So what
dimension are you from?"
"You know?"
"It's as plain as the nose on your face. That is, if that's your
real nose, and not a well-crafted illusion."
"No, it is real. The only difference between me and native
Terrans is my eyes. They are much deeper than yours." He looked
into Sabrina's eyes.
"Wow, that's incredible. But I shouldn't look too long. Eyes
like that could hypnotize someone in a second. They'd just lose
themselves instantly. So, what dimension ARE you from?"
"It's called H'trae, merely your 'Earth' spelled backwards. I'm
from the city-state of Elad-revir, which is 'Riverdale' spelled
backwards. My dimension is identical to this one, except for a few
minor things, such as motivation and technology, and the fact that
my world is probably dead by now..."
For the rest of the ride, he told her of his dimension, and its
eventual decline. As he did, he kept looking at her. He didn't
notice at Pop's exactly how beautiful the girls were. Sabrina was
slender, and had short silver hair. She was well-muscled, and her
chest and hips were well-defined. Very well defined indeed.
"It's that house right there, with the lights on."
Stan stopped the car. "Thanks for the ride, Stan," Sabrina said
as she got out.
"Anytime, Sabrina," he replied. "Tell me, what is it like being
a witch?" Sabrina started at this question, the one she had dreaded
ever since her family had moved here. Stan continued, "Do not be
afraid, Sabrina. Rest assured that I will not reveal your secret,
as you will not reveal mine. We have much in common." Sabrina still
could not speak. "I see that I have upset you. Please accept my
deepest and most heartfelt apologies for frightening you. If you
wish, I will not speak of this hereafter. Good evening."
With that, he drove off, leaving Sabrina stunned.
The next day, it rained, hard and heavy. The sky was dark, the
clouds mean and unending. What a way for the summer to begin. But
all was not lost.
Stan had phoned each and every one of the gang, inviting them
all to his home, promising a day of fun, with plenty of music and
even more food. Transportation would be taken care of.
Veronica was annoyed, and had been so since last night. On the
outside, she was excited and had had fun, but on the inside, she
was seething with envy and anger. How dare someone have more money
than she? How dare a single man outdo the entire Lodge bloodline?
How dare he be too handsome for words as well?
She was at a loss. Despite her jealousy, she had to admit Stan
was one of the more attractive and least stuffy of the rich boys
she was acquainted with. Not only that, he wasn't obsessed with
being rich. Most of the wealthy families were constantly thinking
of ways to become more wealthy.
*Ah well. Maybe Daddy won't find out,* she thought. *He's so
competitive when it comes to money.*
But she had a party to get to. At least Stan had the decency to
provide transportation on a day like this. Not that she couldn't
borrow one of her father's expensive cars. It was the principle of
the thing. Rich people needed to know how to treat other rich
people well, especially those of the opposite sex.
Betty was ecstatic. She was going to a party held by the richest
guy in Riverdale. Not only that, he was gorgeous, too. Her nipples
immediately hardened. *God,* she thought, *what's gotten into me? I
haven't been this excited since Archie asked me out for the first
time. He gives me the positive whim-whams. Chills, to boot.*
*Calm down, girl. It's almost time to go.*
With a great deal of effort, she calmed down. Her nipples stayed
hard, however, and as she prepared for the party, she couldn't help
but give the little nubbins a quick pinch or two. A quick ransack
of her closet got her a skimpy bikini (in case he had a pool), a
pair of REALLY short shorts, and a new cherry-flavoured lipstick
(in case he got "frisky").
After dressing in her shorts and a bikini top, she packed up her
party stuff and went downstairs to await Stan's transportation.
Big Ethel Muggs was excited. Her Juggiekins would definitely be
at the party, as Stan's invitation included the words "food" and
"more" in the same sentence. She needed to prepare herself so she
could nab him when he was most vulnerable: at the snack table.
A lasso, handcuffs, chloroform, Eau d'Hamburger (for bait), a
couple of rubber foodstuffs, her burger panties and bra, and some
extra money to pay off people with.
Ethel had worked long and hard to get as close to Jughead as she
had, and she wasn't going to go back ever again. Her attraction to
the Burger King was enigmatic at best. He wasn't the handsomest boy
in school, nor was he the strongest, smartest, most charming or the
most respectable. He slept most of the time, always wore the same
silly hat, kept his eyes closed, and generally ignored her. But for
some reason, all these things together, packed into a human male
shape and named Forsythe P. Jones aka Jughead, turned her on!
Every time she thought of him, her pussy would start to tingle.
Whenever she dreamt of him, she would always have to masturbate to
orgasm the next morning. She baked for him, cooked for him, made
him things he needed, helped him with his schoolwork, everything!
But nothing ever happened. Jughead wanted to be "friends," no
more. Disappointed, Ethel continued her crusade, hoping that one
day, the boy of her wet dreams would say "yes" to her.
But right now, she had a party to get to.
Midge was vexed. She had called Moose right after she got her
invitation, as usual. She asked him if he would like to go with
her, as usual. He said yes, as usual.
So, then, why was she disappointed? Could it be that, somewhere
deep in her mind, she wanted to go stag to this particular party?
Nah, couldn't be. After all, she and Moose had been an item for
the past two years. They were inseparable, nothing could come
between them. Absolutely nothing.
Whenever a girl had her eyes on Moose, Midge would be right
there, chasing the girl off with a stick. And whenever some guy
(usually Reggie) would try to get his hands on Midge, Moose would
be right there, pounding the guy into pavement. They loved each
other, they really did. They planned to get married in a couple of
years, after they graduated and got steady jobs.
But for some reason, all that was unimportant to Midge right
now. All that mattered was that she was going to this new guy's
place with Moose, and that set her brain on fire. Why? Maybe she
hoped the guy would make a pass at her. After all, he was kind of
cute, and it would be such a shame if Moose got ahold of him. Big,
gentle, jealous Moose.
If she really wanted to go by herself, then why did she call
Moose? Reflex, that must be it. If she called him up again, and
told him she wanted to go alone, he would let her. He'd never do
anything to hurt Midge. But maybe she didn't want to go alone.
Moose was her protector. She knew she was safe with the big lug.
Damn it! Why did life have to be so complicated?
Sabrina was overjoyed to be invited to the Floogle Mansion. She
had been corresponding with some of the spirits of the old place
for years. They rather liked the new boy, Stan. They thought he was
an honest, respectable person who was worthy of the old place.
<Not only that,> moaned one of the ghosts, <but he's cute.>
Sabrina giggled when she heard this. She knew he was cute. The
thing was, so did all the other girls. She wouldn't be surprised if
even Midge made a pass at him.
She hoped that Stan wouldn't think unkindly of her after last
night. The question was rather unexpected, and she would have told
him she was a witch, but it all happened so fast, she just froze.
Surely he would forgive her for that, once she explained it to him.
Ah, well, time to get ready. Sabrina went downstairs to tell her
family about the party. Cousin Ambrose and Aunt Zelda were amenable
to her staying out late, but Aunt Hilda was not.
"Do you know the kind of sickos and psychos roaming the streets
at night? It's dangerous out there," she said.
"But Riverdale's still a small city, where crime has yet to
occur in any great numbers," Sabrina retorted. "It's no Detroit!"
"It's still dangerous at night. No one knows exactly where you
are when you're coming home. Who knows what kind of accident you
could get into?" Aunt Hilda tried again.
But Sabrina caught her. "I'm a witch, Aunt Hilda. I've got some
tricks up my sleeve for any occassion. If someone accosts me, I'll
zap him. If I feel the party's getting out of control, I'll zap it.
If I feel a boy's getting too close, I'll zap him in the groin."
"Yes, Hilda," interrupted Ambrose. "I think an all-purpose zap
is protection enough, don't you think?"
"Well, all right, Sabrina," relented Aunt Hilda. "But if you die
in some horrible, messy accident, where your guts are all over the
city, don't come floating up to me."
"Thanks, Aunt Hilda," Sabrina said, kissing her aunt on the
cheek, then running out the door to meet the limousine that had
just pulled up.
Inside the stretch limo were the guys - Archie, Jug, Reggie, and
Dilton - and Betty, who (Sabrina thought) was looking even prettier
than usual. Sabrina always considered Betty a natural beauty, more
so than Veronica, who needed makeup to achieve the same effects.
Why couldn't Archie see that?
The gang talked animatedly as the limo drove around town to pick
up the rest of their friends: Veronica, Ethel, and Midge and Moose.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, until the chaffeur announced
that they were entering the Penn-Gwyn estate.
"So that's his last name," Archie mused.
The gang all scrambled to a window. It was a breathtaking sight.
An 18-hole golf course for a front lawn, followed by an enormous
clubhouse and parking lot.
Then came a security fence and guarded gate, some more lawn, and
the huge main building, situated on a marble platform the size of a
shopping mall. At the top of the steps was a large front porch the
size of a restaurant. Indeed, there were even some people having
lunch there in the open air, served by waiters in penguin suits.
The front porch ended at a massive set of double doors, the main
entrance to the mansion proper.
The limo followed a narrow path around the mansion to the back,
where several huge pools were situated, complete with diving boards
and platforms of varying heights, waterslides, and whirlpools. Also
behind the house was a tennis court, stables, and a little wood.
"Wow!" Archie said. "This place makes the Lodge mansion look
like a dollhouse!"
"Thanks a bunch," Veronica replied.
"Oops, sorry Ron. No offense."
The various areas were fenced off, and occassionally, a couple
of security guards could be seen driving around in a little cart.
The back yard went on as far as the eye could see, and then some.
The limousine stopped in front of the huge patio out back, where
some female servants were cleaning tables.
The female chaffeur opened each of the doors, allowing the gang
to exit. "You are expected. Please go right in," she said. Her soft
voice was pleasant, but bore an edge that spoke of a woman who
could, and would, take care of herself.
They entered a large sitting room, with art on the walls, lush,
expensive furniture on the waxed, wooden floor, and grandeur and
excess wherever you turned.
"Ah, welcome, my friends. I hope your trip was enjoyable. Well,
this is my home. Do you like it?" Stan said. He was in a t-shirt
and shorts, nothing out of the ordinary, not even a brand name.
"Come in, please. The party's just getting started." He led them
down a wide corridor lined on either side with upright arcade games
and pinball machines, old and new. "This is my Arcade Hall."
The gang could do nothing but stare. The Arcade Hall ended at a
set of double doors, which opened as the group approached. Inside
was a sight to behold. Tapestries lined the walls, the ceiling was
one giant mural of a bright, sunny day, punctuated with fluffy
clouds here and there.
On the floor were all manner of couches, cushions, rugs, and
other such things, clustered into "stations" of comfort on the soft
carpet. Lining one wall of the immense room was a large table
weighted with all sorts of food and drink, from the simple to the
ultra-fancy, enough to feed an army.
"Wow, Stan, you really know how to throw a party," said Jughead.
"You don't know the half of it." Stan raised his wrist to his
mouth, and spoke into his watch. "Eia, you may admit the other
guests now. We will be leaving shortly."
"Other guests??!"
"I'm sorry, gang, I should have told you. I thought perhaps you
would like to make some contacts for when you're looking for a job
this summer. There will be businessmen, bankers, restauranteurs,
artists, everything. Even your father will be here, Veronica."
"Daddy?" Veronica gasped.
"Well, sure. He was one of the first to receive an invitation.
For them, this is merely another free luncheon at the house of a
very rich man. They expect me to flaunt my wealth, so I do. Most of
them will wish to talk business to me, so I may not be with you all
the time. I will see to it that you are provided for."
The double doors on the far side of the room opened, admitting a
large group of people, wearing designer casual clothing that cost
more than some cars. There was no problem of crowding. Security was
maintained by a unit of female guards, who patrolled unobtrusively
around the room; also, guards were sentried at every entrance, and
at either ends of the food table, behind which more female servants
prepared to serve the guests.
"If you wish, we can move our own little party upstairs," Stan
suggested to the gang, who he could see was growing increasingly
uncomfortable as the more "mature" and affluent guests arrived.
"And later, if you wish, you may return to make your contacts."
The gang was relieved. "Yes, please," they all agreed, and soon,
the second floor of the old Floogle mansion was rocking like
nobody's business, with groovin' tunes, dancing, and scrumptious
food, the majority of which was in the arms of Jughead.
"Man," he said as he sat down with a knife and fork, "it's like
I've died and gone to gourmet heaven. Stan, you've gotta give me
some of your cook's secrets, man. This stuff is like paradise in a
casserole dish."
"If you wish. I can e-mail them to your home this evening," Stan
said, smiling.
"You can WHAT-mail?" Jug asked in mid-chew.
"E-mail... electronic mail... I can type a message on my home
computer and send it to you over the phone lines... Dilton, do your
friends not have home computers?"
"I'm afraid not, Stan. Most of their parents are still living a
couple of years in the past. Most of them don't even have microwave
ovens," Dilton supplied helpfully.
"Hmmm... that must be rectified if I am to, how you say, "hang"
with you. There are times when a telephone is so inconvenient, but
I am never far away from a computer. If you will excuse me for a
few moments, I must make some... telephone calls." With that, he
left them in one of the upstairs bedroom suites, one with cushions
and mats in place of beds.
The gang was ecstatic. After all, they had never been in a place
such as this before. Even Ronnie's place looked humble compared to
this place. The bathroom was as easily larger than their bedrooms!
Betty was trying unsuccessfully to wean Archie from Veronica. He
was either too dumb or too blind to see the benefits of dating
Betty over Ronnie. Even Reggie could see them, though his motives
were more selfish than anything else. He wanted Archie out of the
picture so he could have Ronnie all to himself.
Moose and Midge were sitting on the bed, cuddling and making
little cooing noises at one another. Dilton was always uneasy when
Moose was with Midge. Even though Moose was his best friend, he
felt uncomfortable when Midge was around. Having never had a girl-
friend himself, he decided he was jealous, jealous that a man
like Moose could have attracted a bombshell like Midge. Soft dark
hair framing a lovely face, slender proportions, long silky limbs,
a tight little ass, and small tits, just the right size for his
small stature, despite her being several inches taller than him.
His dick grew hard just thinking about her.
But alas, he knew she would never have anything to do with him,
not when she had Big Moose. Not to say anything negative about the
big guy. Dilton had far too much respect and admiration for the guy
to ever put him down. It was just that sometimes, he wished he were
big, bigger than any of them. But he would have to be content with
being the brightest of the bunch.
Ethel was, as usual, standing beside "her Juggiekins", waiting
in vain for any sign of his acknowledgement of her existence. None
ever came, but she stuck by him, just in case he should change his
mind. He was her everything, her life. Without him, she would just
die, she knew she would.
Sabrina was the odd one out; she only hung out with the gang
occassionally. Leading a double life did that to a person. On the
one hand, she was a normal teenager, going to school, having fun
with friends, and living with a slightly eccentric family. On the
other hand, though, she was a witch, who needed to attend a school
of a different sort, to learn the arcane arts and sciences, to
research ancient lore and ancient secrets. In this other life, she
had no friends, merely acquaintances, for being close to someone
meant running the risk that a rival could get to you through them.
Sabrina could not afford that, she didn't want anything to happen
to the gang. So, she maintained a comfortable distance from them,
never getting too close to any one of them.
She did have a boyfriend though, one she would protect with her
life. His name was Harvey. He didn't go to Riverdale High, but he
spent a lot of time there, for her. Sabrina heaved a sigh, wishing
a hopeless wish, hoping beyond hope, that one day, she would be
able to be as close to her friends as SHE wanted. After all, Archie
and Reggie were the two handsomest and most popular boys in school,
and Betty and Veronica (not to mention Cheryl Blossom, one of the
Pussycats, and several other girls in school), seemed to regard
them (Archie especially) as hunting trophies. There must be
something there that she was missing, and she intended to find out
what, even if she had to wait two hundred years to do it.
None of this was lost to Stan, who sat several metres away, in a
secure, hidden room designed for security and surveillance. He sat
in an plush, electronic chair, in front of a wall of monitors,
scanning each one, manipulating controls on the arms of the chair.
In response to his movements, the cameras in the various rooms
moved, focused, and zoomed in and out.
The chair hung suspended, about a foot off the ground, lifted by
hover jets located on the underside. Stan turned the chair around
and moved to a large computer station. Logging on, he gave his 50-
character password within the allotted time, and placed his hand
upon a pad beside the large monitor. A light informed him his
palmprint scan had been verified. A retina scan and a voiceprint
analysis soon confirmed his identity, and he was now granted access
to all of his files - after, of course, entering two more passwords.
First of all, he connected to Lodge-i-Tech's (one of the many,
MANY subsidiaries of Lodge Enterprises) main distribution centre in
Riverdale, and ordered personal computers (with all the fixin's) to
be delivered to all his friends except for Dilton. He had something
special planned for him.
Secondly, he connected to various financial institutions, retail
outlets, E-malls, and other locations, and bought gifts for all his
new friends. Finally, he printed up and sent invitations for his
friends and their families to a dinner party he would be hosting
next Friday evening. He thought for a moment, then added something
special for Dilton and Archie, the latter for being the one to
invite him into their gang, and the former because Stan felt he
deserved more than he was getting.
He had seen the looks on Dilton's face when he thought nobody
else was looking. Stan saw how he looked at the girls sometimes,
even Big Ethel. This was one repressed, frustrated boy.
That done, he turned on the intercom and buzzed his personal
attendant, Eia. "Sir," she answered, in crisp, clear tones.
"Where are you, Eia?"
"The Main Entertainment Suite, sir. Location E-1."
"All right, please locate Mr. Jason and Miss Cheryl Blossom at
your location and escort them to E-21," he spoke into the room.
"Sir," she scknowledged. "Special orders?"
"No, Eia. Not today. Just take them to the suite and return to
your duties. Dismissed."
"Sir."
Stan pressed another code on his intercom panel. "Security,
Kelly Brooks speaking. How can I help you, Mr. Penn-Gwyn?"
"Has the entertainment arrived yet, Officer Brooks?"
"Yes sir, they're walking through the main doors right now."
"Wonderful, please assign a couple of officers to assist them in
setting up so they can start playing as soon as possible."
"Yes sir."
"Penn-Gwyn out."
He pressed the DISCONNECT button and heaved a sigh of relief. He
was going to have to thank Ses for suggesting live music for the
luncheon. It was fortunate he was able to get a group on such short
notice. Josie and the Pussycats. The guests would surely like them.
They wore leotards with cat ears and tails while they played, and
were an all-girl group, and teenaged girls at that. Unfortunately,
they were managed by a thoroughly unpleasant young man.
A child with money who thinks he knows everything. The absolute
worst kind of snot, a rich one. He would have to do something about
that. Perhaps he could "persuade" this Alexander Cabot to turn over
the management of the group to him. After all, he had always wanted
a band for his own. They could entertain his friends always.
Speaking of friends, he would have to get back to them soon.
Despite the introduction of the Blossoms, they would surely be
getting bored very soon.
But, before he forgot...
"Ses," he called.
A female form walked out of the shadows of the small room, a
redhead in a very sharp business suit. "Sir."
"Ses, draw up a proposal for the acquisition of a musical group
from a Mr. Alexander Cabot..."
The tension within the room could be felt on the skin. Icy looks
crisscrossed the room, encountering similar gazes from the others.
The newly-introduced couple were looking down their noses at the
gang, and the gang was glaring at the couple with such intense
displeasure, they were near to trembling with rage.
"Well, brother dear, it seems the audience chamber has already
been taken," said the girl, a sultry redhead in tight jeans and a
short, equally tight halter.
"Yes, we shall have to speak to the maid about having the rooms
cleaned," said the boy, a handsome young man in jeans and a white
polo shirt with the words PEMBROOK ACADEMY on it.
Archie stepped toward the door. "What are you two doing here?"
The girl scoffed. "What are WE doing here? We are here at the
behest of the VERY wealthy man who owns this house. You 'townies'
are obviously either lost or trespassing. Either way, we shall get
you on your way."
"Eia, was it?" the young man said to someone outside the room.
"Eia, please show these commoners to the door. They will be leaving
immediately, if not sooner."
"Yes, please do," his sister chimed in. "The sooner the better."
A pretty young lady stepped into the doorway. She looked no more
than sixteen, and had long, blonde hair - longer and more luxurious
than Betty's - up in a ponytail. She was wearing a tank top and a
short skirt, which showed off her fine limbs nicely. They were
thin, but well-muscled. This was a girl who worked out regularly.
"I have not been ordered to receive commands from Jason Blossom
or Cheryl Blossom. Your requests are denied. Please make yourselves
comfortable, and your host will be here momentarily," she said. Her
voice was soft and musical, yet was not quite lively enough for a
pretty little thing like that. Both Archie and Reggie were ogling
her openly, their tongues hanging out like panting dogs.
"What? Not 'ordered'? Don't be ridiculous. Jason Blossom will
take no backtalk from any servant. Show these people to the door."
Jason was getting rather annoyed.
"I have not been order--" Eia began.
Jason grabbed her by the arm. "Get them out of here or I shall
have you fired. I'm sure your employer will gladly rid himself of
an insubordinate like yourself."
Eia seemed nonplussed by Jason's handling of her. "Release me at
once, or suffer the consequences," she said, not resisting Jason's
manhandling of her.
"Jason, are you sure--" Cheryl began warily, backing off.
"Jason Blossom knows how to handle a willful servant. Now, my
dear, we are going to go for a little walk. And when we return, you
will show these people to the door like a good little servant."
"I don't think--" Cheryl tried to stop Jason.
Eia suddenly went rigid. Jason suddenly lost all control over
her. No matter how hard he pushed or pulled, Eia would not be
moved. "I have filed a formal harassment charge against Jason
Blossom. My master and a security officer have been alerted and
will arive shortly. Until then, I am to apprehend the perpetrator."
With that, she grabbed onto both of Jason's wrists and held them
tight. The gang was too stunned to do anything but watch, as Eia
neatly twisted Jason's arms until he lay prone on the floor.
"Jason!" Cheryl cried.
Stan rushed into the room, followed by a uniformed female
security officer, as well as another woman, a tall one, dressed in
a sharp business suit. "Eia, are you all right?" Stan asked calmly.
"Yes, sir. After lodging the formal complaint, I have restrained
the perpetrator," Eia replied.
"Good work, Eia. You may release him now." She did. "Are you
injured? I can send for Lea if you want."
"No, sir. I am fine. Do not worry about me."
"All right then, if you're sure." Stan turned to the other woman
who entered with him. "Ses, please accompany Eia back to her post.
Officer Ellis, please remove this man from the complex and hand him
over to the proper authorities."
"Yes sir." Ellis cuffed Jason and took him out of the room.
"Eia, Ses, one more thing. Please inform the others that Jason
Blossom is no longer welcome on the grounds. If spotted, he is to
be monitored, and a security officer notified immediately."
"Yes, sir," said Eia and Ses together.
After they left, Stan relaxed, letting out the breath he had
been holding. Cheryl was still in the room, unmoving, looking quite
concerned about her own fate.
The others were relaxing similarly, knowing that Stan would
tolerate none of the Blossoms' pompous arrogance. A few tense
moments passed, and it was Moose this time who spoke first.
"D-uh, Cheryl didn't do nothing, Stan. She tried to stop her
brother from hurting Eia," he said, glancing occassionally at the
nervous female Blossom.
"It's okay, Moose," Stan said. "Eia's told me all I needed to
know. Miss Blossom, you are free to stay or to go as you please."
"I think it's better if I go. Can I call you?" she asked.
"Of course. Good afternoon."
"I don't mean to pry, Stan," Dilton said, "but exactly how did
Eia contact you? One minute, Jason was holding her, and the next,
she had already lodged a complaint and notified you and security."
"It's all right, Dilton. All my employees are equipped with a
sub-vocal security transmitter. They use special code numbers when
reporting in to a main security computer. Eia told me, in code,
that the charge was harassment, one male perpetrator, and signalled
both myself and a security officer. Officer Ellis was patrolling
up here at the time."
"That's fascinating," Veronica smiled. "Maybe you could talk to
Daddy about this security system of yours."
"Perhaps I will. But, as for now, I regret I have some things to
attend to which simply cannot wait, and cannot join the festivities
today. Feel free to continue the party, either here, or roam around
the house. From here on in, my home is your home. What's mine is
now also yours. And now, if you'll excuse me..." He turned to
leave, but Archie interrupted him.
"Stan? Uh, how can we contact you if we need you? We don't have
any of those sub-vocal thingies."
"One of my employees will attend to your needs. If you require
anything, she will get it for you. Again, I'm sorry I cannot be a
proper host."
"Hey, don't worry about it," Archie said. "You've done more than
enough for us. Thanks for everything."
"My receptionist, Tis, will be on hand to let you out if and
when you choose to leave. Just have the attendant take you to her.
And now, I really must be going. Enjoy yourselves, and I will see
you again. Tomorrow, perhaps."
"Oh, before I forget," he said, turning back to them. "Please do
not venture onto the eigth floor. That is my private quarters." And
he was gone.
Their attendant turned out to be another young girl, one with
long, light brown hair. This one wore a light, blue dress, and
tended to smile a lot. She introduced herself as Ely.
She did indeed strive to get the gang anything and everything
they wanted. Whenever Jughead requested more food, Ely either
contacted the kitchen or, if he just wanted munchies, got them
herself. If they wanted to play video games, Ely escorted them to
the Arcade Hall. And if Reggie wanted someone to boost his ego, Ely
would be there to do it. After all, the Master told her to deny
them nothing, and she was going to do her best to please him.
The party went long into the night, but at about one o'clock in
the morning, Archie told Ely that they really should leave. Their
parents would be getting worried and besides, they could always
come again tomorrow, if that was okay.
Ely assured them it was perfectly all right for them to visit
whenever they wanted to, and took them all downstairs to the main
doors. The foyer was more like the lobby of an office building than
a house. An information desk was right there in the centre, and a
couple of security officers (female) accompanied the receptionist.
"Hi," the receptionist said brightly. "You must be Archie and
the gang. I'm Tis, Mr. Penn-Gwyn's receptionist. I hope you have
enjoyed your visit, and we look forward to seeing you again soon.
We have a car waiting to take you all home. Bye now."
They all walked wearily outside to the car. The same chauffeur
that had driven them here was here to take them back. They all got
in. The chaffeur closed the door behind them, got in the driver's
seat, and raised the security glass separating her from the gang.
Archie was sandwiched between a sleepy Veronica and a snuggling
Betty; Moose and Midge were cuddling, as usual; Big Ethel was doing
her damnedest to embrace Jughead, who was fending her off with a
hero sandwich; Reggie was looking at all the girls jealously; and
Dilton was sound asleep on Sabrina's shoulder, her arm around him.
Sabrina liked the feeling of Dilton's warm breathing on her
neck. It gave her little shivers whenever he exhaled. Sometimes she
wondered why he never had a girlfriend. He was certainly cute
enough, and his manners were impeccable. Maybe SHE would volunteer
to be Dilton's main squeeze. Then, as they got closer, she would
take the initiative and kiss him. Yes, kiss him all over: his lips,
his face, his hands, his hair, his chest, his cock--
Now where did that come from? She'd never thought about sex like
THAT before, and certainly not involving Dilton. But there it was,
staring her right in the face. Her nipples were getting hard, and a
familiar moisture was threatening to squeeze out between her closed
thighs. She was getting turned on... by Dilton! And why not? The
little guy deserved a girl, and so what if nobody else understood?
They would have each other. Sabrina decided that soon, she was
going to call Dilton and ask him out.
She hugged him tighter to her chest, as if afraid he was going
to disappear, throughout the trip home. He even smiled a bit in his
sleep, when she kissed his cheek goodnight after the limousine
arrived at her house. Then, she stood on the sidewalk, watching as
the limo drove down the street and out of sight.
And as she slept that night, she dreamt only of holding Dilton.
When Dilton awoke, he was surprised at the dreams he had had the
night before, and at their intensity. His blanket and sheets were
tangled, his hair was a mess, and he was sweating something awful.
He had dreamt of girls, lots of them, but mainly about his friends:
Betty, Veronica, Sabrina, and even Ethel.
He had been fucking each and every one of them, in his dreams.
Not one could resist him, and not one hesistated even a second
when he commanded them to take off their clothes. They were like
goddesses, all of them. Any and every girl in his classes, every
one who had served him at drive-ins, the movies, supermarkets,
even girls he had secretly lusted after on the beach - all were
under the power of Dilton the Destroyer!
And such feelings! His cock was rock-hard, even though he felt
like he had been fucking constantly for days on end. He needed to
get off, and bad. But he found that he couldn't. His parents had
always frowned on that sort of thing, that... MASTURBATION! It was
improper behaviour for an obviously healthy and happy boy like
Dilton. But then again, they never saw anything in Dilton they
didn't want to see. All those 99%'s and regular, unaugmented A's on
his report card, never registered as achievements in the minds of
the elder Doiley's. No, they merely fell short of the perfection
they knew Dilton could reach.
His phone rang. Torn between making himself cum and answering
the telephone, he hesitated. But then, he worried that the phone
call might be important. Finally, after the sixth ring, he pushed
the button that turned on his speakerphone.
"Hello, Dilton here," he said, still shaking the dreams from his
clouded head.
"Hey Dilly, it's Archie. Listen, the gang was gonna head on over
to Stan's pool for a few hours, then maybe convince him to go to
the beach with us. You comin'?"
*No, but I'd like to,* he thought, but answered, "Yeah, Arch,
I'll be there. Where should I meet you guys? Pop's?"
"Yeah, we'll be at Pop's. Bring some transportation. We're all
either biking or skating or whatever to Stan's."
"Okay, what time?"
"Whenever. When the gang gets there, that's when we're going!"
"Great, I'll be there. Bye."
He decided to wear a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, his usual
summer fare, and take his electric scooter to Pop's. After taking a
quick, cold shower, he went downstairs to find his parents puzzling
over several large boxes that had been delivered by courier.
"Good morning mother, father. What is that?" he asked.
"Good morning, son. I don't know what it is. It is addressed to
the Doiley family, from a Stanley Penn-Gwyn. Neither your mother
nor myself recognize that name from anywhere. Do you know it?"
"Actually, father, do you remember that one classmate of mine I
told you about? The quiet one?"
"Yes, he reminded us of you, before you met Archie."
"Well, that's him. We invited him to Pop Tate's after school let
out, and we became friends. It turns out that he was the one who
bought the old Floogle mansion."
They whistled. "A schoolboy with that kind of money? Either rich
lineage or criminal activities, I tell you. No one can accumulate
that much wealth alone."
"Uh... yes. So, what is it?" Dilton asked, eager to steer the
conversation to a less dangerous area.
"It seems to be a computer," his mother said after opening the
box. "Oh my." She paused.
"What is it, mother?" Dilton approached her, then saw what had
shocked her so.
Inside the box was the dream of every student of Riverdale High.
A complete Lodge-i-Tech Phase computer system, with all the
peripherals a technophile could ever wish for.
Each worth more than an average family home, the fully-loaded
Phase was the penultimate home computing system. It was efficient,
fast, had hard disk space in the near Terabyte range, and could
turn a home into a semi-intelligent, semi-autonomous entity.
Even without its more advanced functions (many of which were
unusable by anyone but the most learned computer specialists), the
Phase operated as a home computer, security system, phone line, Web
Browser, and even a family friend. Mainly voice-activated, it had
over 10 000 individual personalities, each possessing its own image
and voice, so it could function as a friend, companion, or as an
extra family member. It could even be a virtual pet!
So caught up in the excitement of it all, he never even noticed
he was holding his breath, until his mother tapped him on the arm.
"Dilton, this card came with the package."
It read: "Dear Dilton, before you go about refusing this gift,
let me tell you something. Where I come from, the size or value of
a gift to a friend or family member should be proportional to the
level of material wealth one possesses. Since I am very wealthy, it
is only fitting that I should give large or expensive gifts to my
friends, as I have no family to speak of. Since you are the other
genius at school, I thought you might appreciate the Phase like no
other. PS: Read the fine print on some of the documentation, it's
important. Signed, Stanley Penn-Gwyn."
He was overcome. He hadn't spoken a total of ten minutes with
the guy (not even at the party), and he gives Dilton a gift as if
he owed him his life. He thought he was going to cry, so he left,
telling his parents he was going to Pop's.
Riding along on his electric scooter, he hoped his erection
wasn't obvious to passersby. He'd never had one last this long
before. It was disconcerting. It could have meant any number of
things: he was horny because it was summer, because he had not
masturbated that morning, because of Stan's employees...
And therein lay another mystery. Who were those girls in Stan's
employ? Were they slaves of his? They DID refer to him as Master.
Were they family retainers, the children of family retainers? Did
he fuck any of them? Eia, Ses, Ely, Tis - what unusual names. Where
did they come from? Where did Stan come from?
Well, he would have to think about that another time, because
he was passing Betty's house. Betty was just walking out of her
house, bag in hand, looking like she was ready for the beach. A
tank top, probably with bikini underneath, and a pair of jean cut-
offs. On her feet were a pair of sandals.
"Hey, Betty!" he called, stopping the scooter.
"Dilton! Hey, did you get a gift from Stan this morning?"
"Yeah, really nice of him, wasn't it? What'd you get?"
"A $100 000 scholarship fund. So, when I go to college, I won't
have to worry about my parents or myself paying for it. He seemed
to know exactly what I wanted. You?"
"A Lodge-i-Tech Phase computer. One of those things cost more
than our house. And he sends it over like he was giving me change."
"Yeah, he's a weird one, but I'm not complaining."
"Me neither. Hey, you want a lift to Pop's?"
"Sure."
Betty climbed up on the seat behind Dilton, and wrapped her arms
around him. At her touch, Dilton's cock twitched. He didn't know if
he was going to cum right there and then. He certainly felt like
it. But, he gradually brought himself under control, enough so that
the erection was the only thing to reveal his arousal. He could
feel her breasts pressing against his back, and was it his
imagination, or was she rubbing up against him?
Betty didn't know what had gotten into her. As soon as she saw
Dilton, her nipples got hard, and she shivered in... anticipation?
Yes, that was the only way she could describe it, but what was she
anticipating? Dilton? He was cute and all, but she had the hots for
Archie. When she hopped up behind Dilton on the scooter, though,
she thought she would die.
Every touch was electric: the seat of the scooter on her crotch,
the vibrations of the powerful machine, his back on her hardening
nipples, her arms wrapped around his waist, everything was
tingling. She knew that if they didn't reach Pop's soon, she was in
danger of ravaging Dilton right on the scooter! She wondered if
Dilton's "Doiley" was as big as Archie's "Andrews" or Reggie's
"Mantle." Betty giggled, her brain locked on this train of thought.
She actually laughed out loud when she thought of Juggie's "Jones"
or Big Moose's "Mason." A sigh escaped her lips.
What a lucky girl Midge must be, to have a kind, strong guy like
Moose for a boyfriend. She didn't have to worry about anything,
least of all other boys trying to pick her up. And how big was
Moose, anyway? Speaking of which, how big was Dilton? Big enough to
wrap her hand around? Small enough for two fingers? Or so big that
she needed two hands to encircle it?
This line of thought didn't leave her until they got to Pop's.
Stay tuned for Chapter II
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From: spenguin@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca ()
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Subject: Archie: Hell Hath No Fury by Satan Penguin 0/?
Date: 1 Oct 1996 06:51:03 GMT
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Greetings and salutations, friends and neighbours. I am the Satan
Penguin, and have I got something for you. I've been lurking around these
her parts for a couple years now, and thought I'd contribute to the
community that has given me so much.
This is my first story, my first post, and my first delurk.
I sure hope this works.
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Wise Words of Wisdom: Inhale. Exhale. Repeat as necessary.
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From: <ericdt@cardina.net>
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Subject: Erotica
Date: 1 Oct 1996 03:53:13 GMT
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I would be interested in sharing erotic ee mail experiences with coeds
regarding sexual experiences with both women and male teachers. Am
trying to deterine how common this is today given the political
correctness movement on campuses.....
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From: Bryce Miller <bmiller@futuris.net>
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Subject: Re: Erotica
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 11:26:35 -0700
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To: ericdt@cardina.net
ericdt@cardina.net wrote:
>
> As much as I enjoy well written erotica and believe in free speech do we
> need gender and racial bashing on this site and stories involving
> children and torture. I know some people are turned on by this but do we
> have to encourage sexual perversion when literate erotica is available .
Amen...
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From: napole76@matrix (stephen napoles)
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Subject: wanted! woman partner!!
Date: 1 Oct 1996 09:14:23 GMT
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From: Amy <amyt@ghgcorp.com>
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Subject: Re: They are at this address....
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 00:32:37 -0500
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Amy wrote:
>
> K8Lynn wrote:
> >
> > Could someone repost these? They were by far the best things I've ever
> > read in this newsgroup, which in recent months has been overwhelmed by
> > violent, incest and pedo junk. I know other people's tastes are none of
> > my business, but some of the stuff that gets posted in here really makes
> > me wonder about how sick our society has become. Let's get some EROTICA
> > in here for a change!
> Hello, they are at http://misco.wwa.com/~guru/cyco/deirdre/link/html.
Oops, sorry typo. Try http://miso.wwa.com/~gurr/cyco/deirdre/link/html
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From: Ed Bernosky <eddy@gate.net>
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e EROTICA
> > > in here for a change!
> > Hello, they are at http://misco.wwa.com/~guru/cyco/deirdre/link/html.
> Oops, sorry typo. Try http://miso.wwa.com/~gurr/cyco/deirdre/link/html
SOMEONE CAN'T TYPE OR IS A STUPID SHIT
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From: Nasakcuf@socks.com
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BOOZA virus? Never heard of it. I wrote a story some time ago that I repost every so often; it's a ZIPped MS Word document. I know nothing about a virus, and for that matter neither do you, since you couldn't have possibly been harmed by that which does
not exist. Please do not go around making unfounded accusations.
-Nasakcuf
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Subject: Re: IF YOU PAY FOR THIS SHIT YOU ARE A DUMBASS
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In article <324B2CBF.6084@avana.net>, Chris DeNeve wrote:
>IF ANY OF YOU PERVERTS ACTUALLY PAY FOR THIS SHIT YOU ARE STUPID
hum...well...lucky for us we don't i guess :)
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he he Beavis he said perverts
Chris DeNeve <cddeneve@avana.net> wrote in article
<324B2CBF.6084@avana.net>...
> IF ANY OF YOU PERVERTS ACTUALLY PAY FOR THIS SHIT YOU ARE STUPID
>
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From: Out-Of-Hours <Nina@nym.alias.net>
Subject: Test (No story - Don't read)
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Hi
Sorry about the test. If all goes well...etc
Nina
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From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
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Subject: JYM: Encounter 5 - F/F
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The Encounter - #5
Comments to GJ@SPRYNET.COM
It was a hot Saturday afternoon in early September and the
city was sweltering under a late-summer heat wave. A minor crisis
with a presentation scheduled for the following Monday was the only
thing that brought me into the office that day. That and the fact
that my husband was away on business and I had nothing else to do.
Unfortunately, it took me until amost 3 p.m. to correct the problem.
What really irked me was the company's policy of turning the air
conditioning off on weekends to save money. Fortunately, I'd
remembered this as I was dressing that morning and made sure I wore
something cool - a little cropped T-shirt, nylon jogging shorts,
socks, and my Nike cross-trainers.
When it was time to leave, I put everything away in a safe
place and walked out to the elevators. Our company occupies the 22nd
throught 25th (top) floors in a fairly new building in the center of
the city. It's a problem for me because I'm claustrophobic and I HATE
to ride elevators. It's an ordeal for me to get on one and during the
week I walk between floors rather than risk the elevator. But, coming
or going, especially on a weekend, I had not choice.
I was suprised to see that the elevator was occupied. Another
poor slave in on a weekend was my first thought. At least I'd have
company on the way down! It was a young woman, oriental, and very
pretty. She looked to be 18 or 19 and I assumed she was a college
student who worked part-time. We nodded at each other and smiled as I
stepped into the elevator. I took my customary position - in the back
corner, pressed firmly against the back wall.
The elevator started smoothly and descended a couple of
floors. Then the lights went out and the elevator stopped abruptly.
"Oh God! Nooooo!" I was in a state of panic instantly. The
emergency lighting came on a few seconds later, but it didn't help me
that much. I glanced at the other girl and she smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay. I'll call the guard on the phone. By
the way, my name is Jane."
"Sharon Miller," my response was automatic. "Please hurry, I
can't stand this!" She realized that I was on the edge of losing it
completely and opened the little door and picked up the phone. The
conversation was short, her end consisting mainly of "Yes" and "I
see". After no more than a minute she hung the phone up and turned to
me. "The power is out in the whole building. It could be anywhere
from 30 minutes to a couple of hours. They can't get us out until the
power comes back. They said to relax and wait. They'll keep in touch
by phone."
I lost it completely and threw myself at the door, pounding
and kicking. "Get me out! I can't stay in here! Please! Get me
out!" I was sobbing and screaming as I kicked and pounded on the
doors.
Jane grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from the door.
"Please, relax. They'll get us out. There's no need to panic." But,
of course, there was. At least in my mind. In my panic, I swung at
her and hit her a good clout on the ear. She grimaced and then
stepped inside my next swing and hit me in the belly with a closed
fist. I sank to my knees, gasping for breath, and she crouched in
front of me. "I'm sorry I had to hit you, but you left me no choice."
Her voice was soft. She pulled my head onto her should and stroked my
hair while I cried myself out.
After a few minutes I was able to sit down and rummage through
my purse for some tissues. Jane sat next to me with her arm around my
shoulders. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. "I'm extemely
claustrophobic. If they don't get us out I'm going to have another
panic attack. My doctor warned me not to take this job, but it was
too much of a promotion to pass up. I'm 26 and I'm afraid I'm going
to die in here."
"Don't worry, nothing is going to happen. They'll have us out
of here in a little while." She reached over with her free hand and
brushed my hair back from my face.
"What if they don't? What if I lose it again?" I glanced at
her anxiously as she thought about it.
"I have an idea about something to keep you occupied." She
glanced at me and smiled and for the first time I realized how
beautiful she was with her long glossy black hair, huge brown eyes,
and lovely almond complexion. She had high cheekbones, a firm,
determined chin and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her
nose. She also had a nice figure and slim, beautiful legs.
Just then, the lights blinked and I shivered in fear. "Ohhhh.
Shit!" I was ready to sink into a state of panic again. Jane
surprised me by tugging on my arm.
"Here, turn this way and swing your legs across my lap." I
was too scared to think about what she was saying. I just did as she
directed and wound up sitting on her lap with my head resting on her
shoulder. I should mention that I'm only 5'3" and weigh barely 105
pounds. Jill was several inches taller and a good 10 pounds heavier,
so it was easy for her to take me on her lap. She started rubbing my
stomach with her free hand and I was distracted enough to head off
another panic attack.
"You're in good shape, do you work out?" She continued to rub
my stomach gently while I answered.
"Yes, three times a week at the club. And free weights at
home with my husband. I run every day too. And swim at the
university pool." She seemed impressed. I am in good shape and proud
of it. As for the rest, I'm blonde with brown eyes and a nice
complexion. I'm small as I've mentioned, but I have a good body and
nice legs. I wish I were a little bigger on top (34a) but I won't do
anything about it. My health is too important to sacrifice for bigger
breasts.
The lights blinked again, staying out for almost a minute. I
started to cry and struggled to get up. Jane held me tight until I
stopped struggling. Then she kissed me just as the emergency lights
came back on. I was too surprised to resist and I opened my mouth to
her tongue without thinking about who was kissing me. It was a great
kiss, soft and tender, but very erotic. And it took my mind off our
situation. Did it ever take my mind off things!
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute
or so, she drew back and whispered, "Are you okay?"
I hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, for now." Then, after a
short pause, "Please kiss me again."
She smiled and pulled my face up to hers and put her tongue
deep into my mouth. As she did, her hand moved up across my stomach
and I felt her tug on my bra. I pulled back a little. "It hooks in
front." Then I buried my face against her shoulder while she unhooked
my bra and fondled my bare breasts. My nipples immediately hardened
against her palm and I moaned with pleasure. It was extremely hot in
the elevator by then, in more ways than one, and my skin was slick
with perspiration. "God," I whispered, "I'm sweating like a pig in
here."
Jane giggled. "Me too. Why don't we take our clothes off?"
I hesitated. "I don't know. What if the power comes back on?
Do you want me to undress?" The last question was the key one
although I didn't realize it at the time. I was starting toward panic
again.
Jane smiled and fortunately realized again that she'd have to
take control or lose me to panic again. "Yes, I want you nude. Get
those clothes off!"
I nodded and hurriedly stripped my clothes off. When I was
done, I sat back on my heels and watched her remove her clothes. Her
body was lovely, firm breasts with plum-colored nipples - a good
c-cup, perfectly shaped, a flat, firm belly, slender hips and long,
firm thighs. A light growth of silky black hair covered her pubic
mound, hiding her sex from prying eyes. She was perfect!
When she was finished, she reached out and pushed my knees
apart. "I want to look at you." And she did. I blushed as she
spread my legs and gazed at my sex. I've been shaved for a long time
and nothing was hidden. She slipped her hand between my legs and
smiled when she found me wet. Sopping wet. Her finger slid into me
easily. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure. She played with
my sex for a minute or two and then told me to get on my hands and
knees. I obeyed instantly. She sat beside me, crosslegged, and
fondled my breasts with one hand while the other went between my legs
from behind. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure as she
masturbated me to orgasm, manipulating my sex with two fingers and
occasionally rubbing my anus with her thumb.
My first orgasm came quickly and left me shaken and wanting
more. Sweat dripped off me as she continued to masturbate me. This
time, she pinched and pulled my nipples and licked my ear. "Oh God!
Yessssss! That's sooooo good!"
"You like this?" She pinched my nipple and pulled it down and
toward my cunt.
"Yessss! Oh, yesssss. I love it! Please don't stop."
She chuckled and whispered in my ear. "Hurry up and come or
I'm going to spank you! Hard. Do you want that?"
I turned and stared right into her eyes as I answered. "Do
what you want with me. Just keep me busy until the power comes back
on. I mean it. Anything you want. ANYTHING!" I was telling the
truth. I was willing to submit to anything that would keep my mind
off the fact that I was twenty stories up in a hot little box that
could fall at any time. Sex, spankings, anything was preferable to
thinking.
She brought me to orgasm again and then told me to kneel
facing the back of the elevator. She had me hold onto the railing and
warned me not to let go. Then she gave me a little spanking. Nothing
hard, just stinging little slaps that excited me. I hung on and
whimpered when her hand slipped between my legs and found me drenched.
"God, you're such a hot slut!"
I blushed and whispered, "Please, masturbate me!" And she
obliged. I clung to the railing, moaning, as she fondled my tits and
pinched my clit. She took my labia between her thumb and forefinger
and pulled downward, pinching hard. I threw my head back and
whimpered. "Yessss. Hurt me. Please hurt me. It feels soooo good!"
She had to take a breather after a while. She'd been doing
all the work and she was exhausted by the heat and by the strain of
keeping me from another panic attack. She sat down and I sat beside
her. After a few seconds, I reached out and stroked her slim thigh.
She glanced at me and smiled. "Have you ever done another woman?"
I shook my head, "No, you're the first." I continued to
stroke her thigh, enjoying the smooth slick feel of her skin. I moved
my hand slowly up and down her thigh, from her knee until the side of
my hand was touching her pubic hair. She sighed and whispered, "That
feels so good. Don't stop." After a couple of minutes, I turned and
pulled her knees apart. She opened her eyes and smiled. I ran my
hand up her thigh and brushed it across her mound. She moaned and
whispered, "Please...."
I leaned and kissed her on the knee. She tasted salty. I ran
my tongue up her thigh, savoring the slick, salty taste. Then I
leaned closer and ran my tongue over a nipple whick hardened
instantly. I drew it into my mouth and suckled. She moaned. "Oh,
yes! Suck my nipples. Hard." I took her nipple between my teeth and
nipped it gently. Her head thrashed back and forth and her moans
increased in volume. I enjoyed being able to do this to her. I was
suddenly seeing why men enjoy women so much. I licked and sucked her
nipples while continuing to tease her vulva with the tips of my
fingers.
I teased her until she was begging for release. Then I found
her clit with my fingers and pinched it gently, rolling it between my
fingers. She went crazy! "Oh! Oh! Oh! My FUCKING heaven! Oh,
please do me! Please!"
I lowered myself, running my tongue down across her flat, firm
belly. I paused when I reached her pubic mound and took a deep
breath, inhaling the musky scent of her wet sex. Then I ran the tip
of my tongue along her slit, getting my first taste of another woman's
cunt. It was so good. So tasty. I plunged my tongue into her,
enjoying her moans of pleasure. I brought her to orgasm with just a
few flicks of my tongue across her clit. When I sucked it in, she
arched her back and pressed herself against my face, tapping my
shoulders with her hands and screaming with pleasure.
We rested for a while in each other's arms. Then it was my
turn again. She put me on my knees, knees wide, back straight, ankles
crossed, hands clasped behind my neck. Told me not to move or it
would end. Then, with light feathery touches she teased my nipples
erect and ran her fingertips lighly down my belly, over my vulva, and
back between my legs to my anus. After a couple of minutes of this I
was whimpering and pushing myself against her fingers. She chuckled
and moved around behind me. I moaned when she spread my buttocks and
ran the tip of her finger up and down the crease between my buttocks.
"I love teasing your asshole! Have you been fucked here?"
She tapped her finger tip against my anus as she spoke.
I shook my head. "No, never. My husband's asked but I've
always refused. It scared me."
"I'm going to have your asshole now. Do you object?" She
pushed a little and I moaned.
"Nooo, please." But we both knew I was really giving her the
go ahead. She kissed me on the back of my neck as she slowly
increased the pressure on my anus. I whimpered and pushed back
against her finger, impaling myself. She twisted her finger around in
my ass, driving me wild, and then inserted another and later, a third.
Her other hand found my sex and pinched my clit until I was begging
for mercy. But, of course, I didn't really want mercy and didn't get
any. She had four fingers in my rectum when my orgasm hit and I
rammed myself back against her hand, moaning and whimpering.
She didn't stop there. She masturbated me again right away.
Then put me on my back and straddled me in the classic 69 postion. I
watched her lower her pussy onto my face and my eager tongue. I
lapped her wet pussy eagerly while her tongue teased my clit. We both
reached orgasm within minutes.
We were resting again when the power came back on and it was a
mad scramble to get dressed as the elevator started down. We just
made it. When we got off we assured the guards we were okay and
walked to the door together. We shook hands at the door and nobody
would have guessed that we'd just spent the best part of three hours
having sex with each other.
The rest of the weekend was rather dull. I exercised and went
swimming on Sunday and often found myself thinking about Jane. On
Monday, I gave my presentation and it went pretty well. I walked
around on each floor afterward without a glimpse of Jane. But I
didn't really expect to see her if she was part-time. I was back in
my office at 3:00, working on a plan for a new project, when there was
a light tap on my door. I glanced up and saw Jane standing there.
You can imagine my shock when I saw her wearing the uniform of a
nearby Catholic high school! She looked cute in knee socks and a
short uniform skirt that showed off her smooth firm thighs.
I motioned her to come in and she walked in and came over to
my desk. "Hi, Mrs. Miller, how are you today?" She circled my desk
and looked out the window. Then she leaned against my desk and asked
if I was okay.
I took a deep breath and asked, "How old are you?"
She grinned. "Fifteen. I'm a sophomore."
"Oh shit! They'll put me in jail forever." I was stunned and
scared.
Then she laughed. "Got ya! I borrowed this uniform from my
sister. Actually, I am a sophomore, but a college sophomore. I'm
nineteen."
I leanded back and sighed with relief. "You bitch!" But I
was smiling. She'd really gotten me.
She glanced around and then lifted her skirt to show me that
she was bare underneath. I swung my chair around and put my hand on
her leg, just above her knee. I kept my eye on the door as I ran my
hand up the inside of her thigh. She kept up a stream of chatter
about a class she was taking while I teased her clit with the tips of
my fingers. I brought her to orgasm and then licked my fingers,
savoring the taste of her sweet young cunt.
That was two months ago. We've been lovers since and she has
been urging me to leave my husband to live with her. I'm weakening.
THE END.
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From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter)
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Subject: Tracy's Black Awakening (interr true cons)
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Subject: Tracy's Black Awakening (interr true cons)
Reply-to: JenJanes@prodigy.com
I'm posting this as a favor to the author. All email and comments should
be
addressed to him: JenJanes@prodigy.com
This document deals with sexuality and adult subject matters and is not to
be
read by anyone under 18. Names have been changed to protect the GUILTY!
Tracy's Black Awakening * A True Story * Chapter 1
by JenJanes@prodigy.com (whiteboy m.)
Jennifer Clementi was 11 and looked like a smaller version
of Victoria Principal from the series "DALLAS." Her
beautiful good looks and already developed body, (5'2", 100
lbs blue bedroom eyes and 32B-22-24) was probably the reason
she was raped by her older brother Mario who was 16 at the
time.
The secret was soon passed around to her other 4 brothers
and by the time she was 16, she was pregnant by one of those
sibling's friends who now used her more then willing
womanliness at will, and her Italian fathers disgrace. Such
a disgrace that she was sent to live with her divorced aunt,
her mother's sister until she bore the illicit child. It was
there that Jennifer decided to make some wholesale changes
in her life.
Her Aunt Vivian was also an outcast, having divorced two
years ago from her husband of 10 years after being caught
fucking one of his employees at his roofing business where
she was the secretary. After her divorce and losing her job,
she was now a waitress at a local nude dancing club that she
lived above.
At 16, Jennifer had her baby and when her aunt fell sick was
forced to fill in for her at the club as waitress, even
though she was under age.
This is where things get interesting. Jennifer fell for one
of the owners named Mike, who while married, sampled a
number of his employees sexually in the form of blow jobs.
Vivian also liked him and had spent many times on her knees
in the office when the frustrated owner was on duty. Mike
had an open marriage and his blonde wife, also a former
employee was engaged in a relationship with a black
"Suitcase Pimp" as he was referred to by club owners. James
Shell was an black ex-con who had two drop dead gorgeous
19 year old white girls under his absolute control that
danced at Mike's Club and turned tricks on the side to
support him.
"Love" was a tiny Polish girl from Milwaukee's south side
who possessed a body of a goddess and flaxen blonde hair
that cascaded to the bottom of her small globed asscheeks.
Her beautiful face and silicone breasts would cause car
accidents as she walked down the sidewalk.
Dana, a taller more elegant woman/girl had high cheekbones
of a Paris model and a patrician nose with shoulder length
white blonde hair.
She was also enhanced physically with breast implants that
had made her "B" cup breasts into "DD" melons that boasted
large pink areolas that were as large as silver dollars.
James had "rescued" these two girls from the obscurity of a
frozen custard stand and through strenuous exercise and
surgery had transformed them into the nightclub "Stars" that
they were today, both of them hopelessly in love, and in
competition, for their Black Master's affection; as were a
number of other beautiful white girls aging from 15 to 45!
As well taken care of as he was, James still craved additional
beautiful white females to seduce, and the nude nightclub
circuit provided just that chance.
After he had worked his way through the current crop of
attractive dancers and waitresses at Mike's Club, he seduced
mike's own wife, Lynn and even involved Lynn's 2 years
older married redheaded sister, Candy. It was pretty simple
to do as mike was a closet submissive bi-sexual who had also
been subverted by James's powerful personality and had
convinced his own wife to bed James so that he could himself
become sexually involved with the handsome 6' 4" black
bodybuilder.
The night Lynn was introduced to the Black Master, mike
sucked the black stud's cock rock hard and assisted in
inserting the 11 inch black egg-thick fucktool into his
precious wife's excited mouth, vagina, and finally, into her
never before used asshole. Two nights later, the Black
Master initiated the submissive husband into anal sex
himself, being fond of ass fucking whiteboys from his 5 year
sentence he had served in the Jefferson County Correctional
Facility for "Pandering" of white whores that he had initiated into
sexual slavery for his gain.
The night Jennifer subbed for her Aunt Vivian was a night the
Black Master had decided to skip using mike's wife and
inspect the new dancers mike had just hired that day and had
informed his Black Master about.
One of the two girls was Peggy Crane, a blonde married 23
year old with a newly unemployed husband and a 3 year old
daughter to support.
It was the first job she had had since high-school. It was
only a week after she started working for mike, she was
turning "Tricks" for the Black Master, giving all of her
whore money and a good portion of her tips to James so that he
would sexually satisfy her at least weekly, and replace her
own inadequate hubby's four inch penis in her seldom used
pussy.
The other woman/girl was Antoinette "Toni" Gilson, a 20 year
old college student who had sampled the forbidden fruit of
Black Sexxing at a campus party while slightly drunk and
found it excited her beyond anything her whiteboy fiancee'
could even imagine doing to her statuesque body. The first
time "Toni" saw the black pimp, her own pussy started
wetting from the excitement she witnessed as the Black
Master went about tongue kissing almost all of the dancers
and a number of the white waitresses her first night at the
club.
Jennifer was unused to this highly charged atmosphere and at
midnight, about an hour before closing time, partook in
consuming four rum and cokes which left her quite drunk for
the first time in her young life.
Mike, knowing that he was not going to be allowed sex with
his wife when he got home because of her restricting her
sexual favors by order of her new Black Lover, took Jennifer
into the office just before closing. He convinced her to
disrobe and licked her brunette pussy and excited her enough
to give him oral sex for allowing her to work for him and
reminded her of the $83.00 in tips she had made that night.
Jennifer was chaste for the entire time she had stayed with
her aunt and sex was a beautiful welcome relief after such a
long period of restraint. She climaxed quickly from mike's
very skillful tonguing but was denied intercourse because of
mike's orgasm into her hungry mouth and his inability to
achieve another boner. Mike hired Jennifer that night to
replace a girl that had to quit because of pregnancy and she
became a full time employee. Mike also informed his Black
Master the next day that he had another "Recruit" for his
stable.
Two nights later, mike had Jennifer punch out early on the
time clock and took her back to his apartment to meet his
wife Lynn, and their Black Master who were having heated
sex as the couple arrived at the apartment.
Jennifer heard the passionate moaning and screams coming
from the bedroom and was a bit reluctant to enter the room
as mike pulled her by the arm into the dimly lit chamber.
She was startled and excited by the Black Stud deeply
pumping into the blonde woman on the bed who had her legs
raised high on her Black Lover's sides, just under his arms
and was alternately holding her legs and grabbing his
back, waist and asscheeks to further impale his black
fucktool into her wanting vagina.
"Jenny, meet my wife Lynn!"
Jennifer mouth went dry. Her own pussy was dampening as she
stood frozen, watching the rutting interracial couple
shaking the bed so hard that it had the headboard slamming
against the wall loudly!
Mike stood behind her with his hands on her waist until he
knew she was excited enough to allow the sliding of his
roaming hands up to her teacup breasts. After he had pinched
her nipples into excitement, one hand went to her pubis and
began a sensual rubbing which excited her even further. This
scene was something she had never imagined,...... even in
her wildest fantasies.
When mike started kissing her on her neck, and pulled her
dress up so that he could pull her panties aside and touch
her naked flesh, Jennifer moaned a low gargle. "Oh baby,
you're gonna make me do something I'm gonna be sorry for
later!" she whispered up to him.
"Aren't you excited by this scene?"
"Oh yeah baby," She turned her head and reached up to kiss
him, "Let's go out on the couch." and tongued his lips.
"But, ...... you gotta, .. Please pull out of me before you
cum baby, I'm not using no birth control right now."
Mike pulled her sweater up over her head and quickly undid
her bra. She was undoing her skirt and moments later it was
around her ankles. He slid her pink panties down and she
kicked them aside. When she turned to leave the lovenest. He
stopped her and kissed her deeply. "Why leave? Honey, let's
all enjoy this together."
Jennifer looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, She
looked back at mike. "God!, you mean just stay here, right
here, .......... and get on the bed with them?"
"It's a big bed Jenny."
A smile crossed her confused face as she looked back at the
fucking couple on the bed. She pulled mike's hand toward the
shaking bed and he started undoing his pants and gently
pushed Jenny down onto the bed.
James was hammering so hard into Lynn that poor Jennifer
small breasts were shaking on her chest from the bed's
violent movements. Once naked, mike pushed Jennifer back
onto the bed from her sitting position next to and touching
the heated engaged couple and then climbed onto the bed
himself to kneel between her parted thighs.
Lynn, coming down from another intense orgasm from the
thick black root buried completely inside her womanhood,
first noticing the joining couple, reached out and put her
hand on Jennifer's left breast which caused Jennifer to jump
just as mike's tongue lapped up onto her clitoris. Until her first
visit to the club a week earlier, Jennifer had never even seen
another woman naked except for her mother when she was
real young and certainly had never been in the same bed as
another couple had sex. Things seemed to be moving
at a blinding pace for the naive, just-turned-17 year old.
Lynn pinched her nipple as James slowed his rhythm and
reached out and put his large black hand on Jennifer's tummy
pushing her back to a laying position next to him and Lynn.
Mike quickly produced a lathery cream soup between the
confused girl's thighs as James and Lynn stopped fucking and
massaged her still tense young body.
"Ya did good, boy, I'm gonna let ya lick my asshole while I
fuck this one!"
Mike looked up at the Black Stud and could only thank him by
moaning "Mmmmmmmm" and shook his head yes. James pulled the
small body of the surrendering girl by her hip closer on the
bed along side Lynn as mike lost his mouth hold on the
soupy sex hole and pushed her legs completely open.
James pulled out of Lynn and moved over between Jennifer's
spread legs.
She looked down between them as James's huge black member left
a coating of Lynn's love juices across her flat tummy
almost up to her heaving breasts.
"Oh my god, OH MY GOD" she looked at mike, "That THING is as
BIG as another leg! I'll NEVER get that THING inside of
me!"
"Relax Honey," mike purred stroking her leg, "Lynn's no
bigger then you and she LOVES James's beautiful big black
spear inside her; don'tcha Sweetie?" Lynn rolled on her
side, and propped herself up on one arm, reaching down
between Jennifer's legs to lightly stroke the sopping wet
womanhood.
"MMMMMMMMM , yes I do Honey, as often as possible. It's the
BEST I've ever EVER had!"
James had moved up so the massaging black weapon was now
between little Jennifer's breasts as she hunched her hips
into Lynn's talented, knowing fingers.
"Kiss it; go ahead. Kiss it, and lick it, girl" Lynn
coaxed.
With almost fear in her eyes, Jennifer looked at mike for
some kind of approval and mike repeated Lynn's command. "Go
ahead honey; Kiss it; Taste it, and imagine how good it's
gonna feel inside you!"
Jennifer let her head fall back on the pillow in
resignation, then rose up on her elbows to position herself
to meet her duty. Still looking at mike and rolling her
hips slowly to Lynn's manipulations, she leaned her mouth
forward to James's cockhead. She licked her full lips in
anticipation and looked at the menacing thick black flesh
pole, eyes widening in sunrise at exactly how large it
really was. She looked up at the black stud above her and
then back down at mike. Her mouth went open to it's fullest
position and her eyes closed as if trying something that
might kill her, moved her head forward until the black rock
hard weapon brushed past her trembling lips, into her mouth.
Mike moved up next to her and cradled her head in his hand
as he kissed her cheek. He looked up at the black sex prince
above them and gave him a 'thumbs up' sign above her head.
He kissed Jennifer's throat and then wetted his finger in
his mouth and reached up above her head again and put a mark
on a imaginary blackboard signifying another, almost-
virginal-conquest for the Black Master.
Five minutes later, mike was aiming that black Pussy
destroyer into his own mouth to finish the licking
lubrication of the black lance for entry into the unused
since childbirth womanhood of the latest recruit to black
sexxing. Lynn had deftly spread Jennifer's pussy lips open
as her husband brought the battering ram into position
between them.
A squeal from the prone girl and a tightening of all her
muscles signaled the entry of the shining bulbous cockhead
into her love chamber as her cuntal muscles stretched to
it's fullest, reminding Jennifer more of her own baby's
birth then of the many times her worthless brothers had put
their own tiny weenies inside her.
It was painful as the black flesh pole drove relentlessly
into her soul. It was painful until the whole black lance
was buried inside an area that had never known sexual
enjoyment before this moment.
The Black Stud stopped for a moment and bent to give
Jennifer a tongue kiss which she returned as the pain
subsided. She began to feel braver at that point and moved
her hips up slightly to let her new black lover know that
she was ready for more sexual pleasure. Mike dutifully
moved behind the black giant and sought to receive his
reward of french kissing the tight sphincter of the black
sex god!
The tonguing stimulation of the whiteboy sex slave caused
more intense cock pumping of the black stud and in just ten
deep strokes, Jennifer was cumming like she had never done
in her life.
Now she realized why Lynn was yelling and moaning like she
had been when she had arrived. It was almost too good to be
true. The sexual thrills and pleasure were cascading
through out her 100 pound body like she had never known
before in her life. She couldn't help but respond and buck
her hips up, as the black weapon retreated even so slightly.
She thought about how she had just laid on her bed at home
as her brothers and their friends stabbed their ridiculously
tiny puds inside her. She never felt a thing from them; oh
well honestly, maybe she'd felt some mild stimulation, but
usually she had just laid there and acted like she was dead.
She certainly wasn't doing that now, her finger nails were
scraping marks in her black lovers neck and back, as she
silently urged him deeper and harder into her tiny white
body.
Her climaxes were coming about a minute apart now as she
felt the tension building up inside her for what she felt
would be a giant explosion. It was ten minutes later before
it arrived. She felt the saliva running out of her panting
mouth and rolling down her cheeks as she babbled
incoherently, "Uh huh, uh,uh,uh Huuuuh oh yeah, oh yeah uh
huh yah yah, yah", with every deep pounding stroke into her
womb.
She felt the scalding hot syrup hit her uterus and it
tripped the fuse of the bomb in her belly and brain. The
beautiful black stud pulled out after the first two blasts
of jism, and climbed between Lynn's well parted thighs and
stabbed to the hilt into her waiting womb. Jennifer, now
almost in a sexual high coma, felt her sex being swabbed by
a tongue and hot breath from the ever present mike. His
tongue was well up into her still open and traumatized pussy
as the fuck syrup found it's way from her well coated womb
into the waiting husband's worshipping mouth.
"OH Shit", Jenny moaned as she realized that she forgot
about her likely fertile state during her fantastic sexxing.
She knew that she was at her most vulnerable time of the
month and that with the amount of jizm, and as deep as it
was implanted, that she would be pregnant for sure. BLACK
PREGNANT! Now for sure her father and Christ, everyone
would disown her!
But GODDAMMIT, it was well worth it!
End of Chapter 1.
Lust for Creamy Black Jizz Kisses, Jennifer & m.
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Estragon: ÒI Learn to Think,Ó I (femdom)
(For adults only.
Copyright 1996, Estragon Productions)
I'm taking this philosophy course called "Learning to Think." So the TA
who runs the discussion-classes tells us we have to keep a journal - of
our thoughts about thinking throughout the semester. I think that's a
good idea. There, that's my first journal-thought. Wait! It's the first
thought I've written down in my journal, but is it really my first
journal-thought, I mean, the first thought I had once I sat down to take
care of this journal-business? God, this is going well. (Should I have
mentioned God, since I don't really intend to think about him at this
time?) Anyhow, my truly first thought..., well, it was about the TA. I'm
not sure it was what philosophers mean by a thought. I don't get the
impression from the philosophers we're reading - big names like Plato and
Aristotle and RenŽ Descartes and Ludwig Wittgenstein - that they thought
a lot about women. Plato liked guys, so you couldn't expect anything
interesting from him about girls. But it isn't just that. At least Plato
has something to say about sex in his writings, even though it's hardly
x-rated stuff by our standards (despite being gay). The other
philosophers don't say a word about it. (Ludwig Wittgenstein was of the
gay persuasion too, but he didn't out and announce it in his philosophy
the way Plato did, so he's no help to anyone.) Like it's beneath them,
too physical, too everyday. It's the biggest fucking mystery since the
big bang, but hey.... Maybe they thought there was nothing in it to think
about. That could explain it. But if you're going to make thinking your
business, shouldn't you be thinking about everything? That's what I think.
So, using the above logical methods of thought, I've proved (to my own
satisfaction) that it's appropriate for me to be thinking about the TA.
Okay, I'll be serious. What goes on, I ask myself, when I'm doing what I
choose to call "thinking about the TA"? (I think, by the way, that I put
the last question rather well, by the standards of philosophy in any
case. It's more or less the way Professor Smart, our lecturer [do you
believe the dude's name?], states - no, "formulates," a philosophy-word -
his questions. As if he's always watching himself, always wondering what
on earth he's doing.) It turns out that several things are going on.
First of all, I'm seeing a picture of her in my mind. So, is that
actually thinking, or is it seeing? I say, thinking. Because I'm not
really seeing her, because my eyes aren't doing it, so "seeing" is just a
figure of speech for something happening...yes, exactly, in my thoughts.
If it's happening in my thoughts, then it's thinking. (Shit, I'm good at
this. I'll probably major in philosophy. But you don't decide that until
your junior year, so I've got a couple of years to fool around with it. I
wonder if the TA will still be here to help me decide.) Okay, seeing the
TA in my mind IS thinking. So what does that get me? Excuse me, US.
Philosophers always talk as though it's a group effort. We're all seeing
this picture of the TA, Nicole Altman, in our collective mind. So what
does that get us?
Let us be frank. (Why not? I can always delete this later.) The first
thing it gets us is a bunch of erections. (Or one collective erection?
Too weird.) That's assuming "we" are all male, of course. However, since
the existence of girls has been overlooked by philosophers, it is a fair
assumption that we are all males here. I surmise (pause to enjoy having
used this word)...I surmise that we all agree - eagerly, I would bet -
that a girl, like our TA for example, can be an object of thought despite
the fact that we philosophers don't officially believe in her. I find it
particularly challenging to this belief, or unbelief, or disbelief -
that's the word I prefer, "disbelief," since it describes how I feel
whenever I see a girl, especially a beautiful one like Nicole Altman,
who's a perfect Platonic idea of a girl (except that Plato himself didn't
happen to have such an idea, being drawn to oiled, naked boys down at the
corner gym, to which I reply, Dufus!).... I was saying that I find it
challenging to the non-existence of girls as posited by philosophers that
the object in question, Nicole Altman, is not only a girl, but a Teaching
Assistant in the Department of Philosophy. Because there is an excellent
chance, given the apparent purpose of the Department of Philosophy in
hiring teaching-assistants, not to mention the fact that they are all
graduate students OF philosophy, that the holder of the position of
Teaching Assistant in Philosophy will be an actual philosopher. So Ms.
Altman (as she prefers to be called, hence proving that she proudly
acknowledges herself to be female without giving Plato and Ludwig
Wittgenstein the time of day) is both girl and philosopher. Is this a
paradox? Maybe. I mean, Perhaps. But at least it justifies us (are we all
still here?) in thinking about her, even if the great thinkers of yore
aren't going to lend us their wisdom for this fruitful activity. We'll
have to address the problem all by our lonesome.
Problem? The truth is (I may get back to the question of WHAT truth is -
I suppose I'll have to to pass the course), it's no problem at all
thinking about Ms. Altman. The reason is: beauty, i.e. hers. Without
taking up the issue of what is beauty, I think I've established that,
sometimes anyhow, beauty helps you think, making the object of thought
wonderful to think about. I remember the first day of lecture-class. Of
course, it was only two weeks ago, but I remember it as though it were
yesterday, or right now. Because that's the effect the teaching-assistant
has on me. Anyhow, Plato says (I think) that real knowledge is just
remembering. So there it is. We're all drifting into the class-room, a
lot of us because the course is required, and I notice this truly lovely,
rather small girl in a maroon jersey and short black skirt taking her
place at the end of the first row. She's got long dark hair, slightly
frizzy, and she's wearing glasses and also lipstick. I like both those
things on girls: not only lipstick, but glasses. If anything, I thought
this girl was young-looking even for a freshman, and I remember (after
all this time) wondering if maybe she was an advanced-placement student
or some such thing. She certainly looked bright and sharp. But I thought
- I was already thinking, you see, even before the lesson began - she'd
probably have looked younger without the wonderful lipstick and brainy
glasses, so it was clever of her to wear them now that she was in
college.
Professor Smart lectured for an hour or so, living up to his name as far
as I could tell, mentioning this and that philosopher as if he spent
Friday nights out with them, and telling us how hard it is to think about
anything, let alone about thinking, but well worth the trouble, he said.
He made some jokes, quite a number in fact, including one about
horticulture and political correctness for some reason I didn't follow.
"You can lead a whore to culture," he said, "but you can't make him or
her think." We all enjoyed this being let in on this adult humor, though,
since it certainly wasn't the kind of thing you got from your high-school
teachers. And then he got really thoughtful and said, "So, ladies and
gentlemen, you can learn how to think, but nobody can make you do it, and
not just anyone can teach you how to do it either. I'd like you to meet
one person who surely can" - (I have four professors, and every one of
them loves the word "surely"; I'm getting fond of it myself) - and then
he signals with a wave that someone at the end of the first row should
stand up and he says, "Miss Nicole Altman, your discussion-class
instructor," and up stands my so-called advanced-placement freshman, with
this pretty, very adult smile on her red lips and her hair falling over
her shoulders down to the tops of her breasts, which stood out in her
jersey with impressive authority and firmness, especially considering
their small size. When she turned toward Professor Smart and her back was
to me, I strained to follow the outline of her bra-straps across her
shoulders. I don't know why, but this sight filled me with profound love
and tenderness for the TA.
**** ****
It was just after the first class-meeting with the TA, the one in which
she assigned this journal and in which with considerable effort I
restrained myself from raising my hand and announcing my total loyalty to
her and my readiness to defend her honor against all foes and asking if
anyone had a problem with that. That same afternoon I'm in
Toiletries-R-Us and I'm heading, as I always do in super-drugstores, down
the feminine hygiene aisle. Of course I can't linger there the way I'd
like. I have to make it look like I've taken a wrong turn. But there's
still a charge in it for me. Just to think that every single woman you
know has to visit this section of some store, that it's universal and
categorical and necessary (see, I'm not forgetting the purpose of this
journal, which is to help me learn how to sound like a
philosopher)...that causes me an incredible amount of arousal. So I'm
striding purposefully down the aisle, doing my quick corner-of-the-eye
inventory of napkins and cramp-relievers and disposable douches, and I
brush against the retreating arm of a customer who's just taken a
feminine-hygiene item from the shelf, and she drops it - she drops the
carton of tampons. I start to apologize, and who is she but Nicole
Altman, beautiful and very bright TA, in snug blue-jeans and a light
cotton sweater. I drop to my knees and retrieve the carton and hand it up
to her. (This act was surprisingly pleasurable. The knees, it turns out,
are an excellent position to view a beautiful lady from. Nicole Altman
looks taller than she is. She's short, actually, but while I was down
there I learned why she doesn't look it: long leg-to-height ratio.) I'm
about to say, "There you go, Ms. Altman," or "Sorry about that, Ms.
Altman," or, "Hey, Ms. Altman, fascinating class today. Here's
your...your...item." But then I realize that of course she doesn't
recognize me yet. It's only the first day and there are two dozen of us
in class. So I simply apologize for being clumsy, climb to my feet and
make my getaway, reviewing as I scramble all the information I've
collected on this unplanned foray into Nicole Altman's life, everything
from preference in absorbency to lack of preference for applicators. Of
course, I've also noted the Miss Smoothie razor-cartridges and the Lady
Verbena All Natural Deodorant and various shampoos and soaps in Nicole's
basket, and they give me food for thought as well. I am so turned on by
cleanness. Nicole curtly thanks me as I go.
The things that then occupied my mind! I think details would not be
appropriate here. But I certainly meditated with some rigor on Nicole's
probable behavior once alone with the product in question, focusing on
how SHE, the woman, would intuit the experience of insertion. This is
called by philosophers "the problem of other minds." To my mind, to cite
but one example, it was a matter of the greatest interest that Nicole
would have to experience her own pubic hair as she proceeded to introduce
the tampon into her vagina. What a sensation that must be, I meditated.
Hair...very dark and in a perfect Euclidean triangle, as she would know a
priori after fifteen years of seeing herself in the mirror...hair softly
curling at the tips of her beautiful sensitive digits as they ease the
way for her cotton guest into heaven's vestibule, and then the warmth and
moisture of her lips around them and "him." I drew conclusions as to the
injustice of the fact that for Nicole herself, the "other mind" in this
case, a naturally glorious experience, which she had full freedom to
linger over besides, would appear completely ordinary and uninteresting.
Philosophers refer to this as the problem of appearance and reality.
Plato makes a very sharp distinction between the two, and I have been in
total agreement with him on this point since bumping into Nicole in the
drugstore.
**** ****
Since writing the previous paragraphs, I've heard another lecture by
Professor Smart and had two more discussion-classes with the TA. From all
this philosophizing, I've discovered that I made a few serious mistakes
of reasoning in the first pages of this journal. First, I speak of
existence, and even worse, non-existence as qualities, which I now
understand they're not. (Don't ask me what they are, though. Professor
Smart is keeping that to himself for a while.) And then, stupidity of
stupidities, I actually use the phrase "posit non-existence," which looks
okay but makes no sense, just like certain people in my "Learning to
Think" class. Like the ones who laughed at me in Ms. Altman's class when
she asked, "What does Plato mean by Truth?" and I blurted out, "What do
you mean by 'mean'?" and everyone - everyone except the Divine Teaching
Assistant - thought I was clowning. But Ms. Altman nodded thoughtfully,
then asked my name, and when I told her "Joseph," she automatically
called me "Joey," which amazed me and caused something that didn't
logically follow to occur in the part of me that we males are said to
think with. I thought Ms. Altman gave me an odd look, though, as if she
was trying to remember why I looked familiar. "Thank you, Joey," she
said, "that's a thoughtful question." When she asked if I had any idea
how to answer it, I froze. I had this crazy idea that Ms. Altman could
see me through my clothes, that she saw my erect penis pointing straight
at her like a "One Way" sign. I felt that, if this were...well, if this
were what Professor Smart would call "the case" - I mean, if I was
transparent to the TA with my straight-arrow hard-on - then it wouldn't
embarrass me at all. I'd be proud to have her see how responsive and
dedicated to her I was. This also gave me an idea that unfroze me.
"Well, Ms. Altman," I said, "I don't have the whole answer...I mean, of
course I don't...but I know that one way...sometimes...you explain what
you mean is by just pointing...at the thing you mean...I, uh, mean." The
kids laughed again.
The TA didn't think this was hopeless. In fact, she thought I was doing
some real thinking, "Joey." She said I had discovered a kind of meaning
called ostensive definition. I very much wanted to thank her and to say
"Ma'am" as part of it. Just thinking about calling Ms. Altman "ma'am,"
young-girl-looking Ms. Altman, the youngest female, I suddenly realized,
who'd ever had official power over me - just thinking about this had the
effect of firming up my ostensive definition of MS. Altman.
**** ****
I learned a couple of things about the TA this afternoon from an older
student. Everyone higher up on the social scale than us kids in the class
is allowed to call her Nickie. She's Nickie, in other words. She thinks
of herself as Nickie. A nice, friendly name for a girl, sort of unisex,
showing that she sees herself as a rugged sort of person, but not aloof.
Also (I learned), she's Jewish. Like a lot of people at the University,
but like very few people back home. I guess a more worldly person would
have known instantly. Her name is Jewish, and so are her looks, if you
think about it. In my home-town the only Jewish people were the family
that owned the "department store," the Bergdorfs. It was actually called
Bergdorf's Department Store, but the famous Bergdorf's in New York had no
reason to feel threatened. We all called the place "Bird-dog's" anyhow.
There were maybe five "departments": pajamas, clock-radios, "notions" (as
distinct from full-fledged thoughts, I guess), rubbers (for the feet),
and Lorus watches. That's the impression you got, anyhow. The Bergdorf's
grand-daughters were in high school with me. They looked a little like
Nickie Altman, now that I think of it: same dark hair with a frizz, same
complexion like a gentle sun-tan, same expression in the eyes and mouth,
a constant look, I realize, of impending cleverness, of mischief
reluctantly tabled. Yes, Nickie does get this expression on her beautiful
face very often, as if she's trying to keep herself from doing or saying
something irresistibly naughty. The Bergdorf girls weren't lacking in
beauty either, but it was hard to get a take on it and just enjoy it, and
now I see why: all that private laughter just under the surface.
I feel very good about being in love with a Jewish girl. It goes somehow
with wanting to be a philosopher when I grow up. Once I consider it, I
realize that I found this look very sexy even back home, but many things,
including my lack of an ability to think, prevented me from recognizing
this. Yes, the Bergdorf girls were very sexy: they had nice, breasty
bodies, and they dressed well too, which is to say, not in clothes that
came from their grand-parents' department store. But the things my
friends said about them - I mean about "Jewesses" in general...that was
the word they used, always in a whisper - these things were what my
freshman-comp professor would call "daunting," meaning scary in a way you
don't have to be ashamed of. Maybe we could be teased for being awkward
and unmanly around regular girls, but nobody could blame a guy for being
afraid of the...hush..."Jewesses." Because these "Jewesses" were almost a
different species, though there wasn't one-hundred-percent agreement as
to what made them different. In fact, there was total, chaotic
disagreement.
Even the guys who claimed to have gone ahead and made out with one of the
Bergdorf girls gave conflicting reports of their anatomical details. They
had bigger thises and bigger thats between their legs, and more hair and
less hair, or it could be no hair, and maybe no that but a this, or vice
versa. We weren't of one mind about what any of this revealed about them
anyhow. Our experience of thises and thats was quite incomplete. Similar
doctrines were revealed concerning the females of all races, up to and
including "the Italian race." Chinese girls were supposed to have
horizontal slits, but none of us could claim to know for sure since the
owners of The Lucky Wok only had sons, kids our own age who'd just say
something in Chinese to one another when we asked, then laugh their heads
off. The view was frequently expressed (suddenly I'm seeing Professor
Smart with his salt-and-pepper hair recounting the heady disputes of the
sages concerning the cunts of..."Jewesses"! "Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
some thinkers have put forward the thesis bla-bla-bla, while others have
staunchly maintained bla-bla-bla in the face of the ridicule of their
contemporaries, though history has, as history will with a regularity
most discomfiting for the complacent among us, borne the dissenters
out....")...anyhow, the view was frequently expressed that the women of
each race had their own kind of smell, and the reason you stuck to your
own race for sex was that the other races' woman-smells - not only Jewish
girls now, but black girls, Asian girls, Dravidian, Arabian, you name it
- would have such a paralyzing effect on you, you'd never be a man again
once they got to you. They were like some devastating drug, these smells,
intended to turn able-bodied males like us into pussy-whipped ("or
pussy-whiffed?" I used to say, because deep down I thought this all had
to be trash), feeble-minded slaves.
What does all this race-junk have to do with learning to think? Nothing
at all. That's my point. I'm a late bloomer. Not that I ever really
believed any of this garbage - not deep down - but our brains were
chockablock with it. It was our language. It didn't say much, but it was
the only language we knew, so we went on speaking it. But it wasn't
thinking because it was based on what Plato calls "opinion," comparing it
to lumpy shadows on the wall of a cave. Not knowledge, in other words,
just the dumb-bunny opinions of boy-virgins. You see, I haven't actually
seen a live woman fully naked, and my friends back home haven't either.
Most of my visual knowledge comes from magazines. The closest I've come
to seeing the real thing (and if that's not real, that particular thing,
then I'm with those philosophers who say that nothing is) is when I was
thirteen and Kenny Manning got his eleven-year old sister Chrissy to
strip down to her panties for a bunch of us. She did it all step by step,
starting with her t-shirt, and just the idea that it was happening was
thrilling. Just to see a girl, even if she WAS only eleven, in her bra -
that was incredibly arousing, to me and to the other boys as well. There
were maybe six of us, plus Chrissy and her brother, and we were all
standing, we boys in a sort of semi-circle, and the girl somewhat apart,
facing us. It wasn't that she was being forced exactly: Kenny had talked
her into it with some sort of bribe, and promised her she wouldn't have
to take off her panties. But she was confused about what attitude to
take. I think the effect she was having actually shocked little Chrissy
and made her feel kind of mighty for a few minutes. She pointed at a
couple of our hard-ons and said, "You've all got bulges." And one of the
guys, voicing the general embarrassment, said, "That's our business,
little girl," and Chrissy said, "I was just saying," and tossed her head
in a grown-up way, and another guy said, "You sort of got them too under
that bra." Then Kenny told his sister to take her bra off, and she got
shy again and lowered her eyes but did what she was told. Later I'd
imagine the whole thing all over again, but this time with all the boys
having to strip naked first, so we'd be standing there with our erections
sticking out even before the girl pulled off her shirt. And Chrissy would
laugh at us and say, "You guys are so pathetic. All I have to do is show
up. God!" I guess I felt I shouldn't have been there, shouldn't be part
of this, that it was a truly piggish thing to do. But I so desperately
yearned to see a flesh-and-blood female body I couldn't keep away. But in
my fantasy-version, when she showed contempt for us and our penises, I
felt it was what we deserved and that we were the ones actually being
humiliated. I even imagined apologizing to her and kneeling and promising
to obey her every whim. Combined with the indelible picture in my mind of
semi-naked Chrissy, this extra element kept my imagination fired for many
an evening. But I forced myself to drop the kneeling bit because I didn't
think it was healthy for a boy to fantasize about being a little girl's
slave, and the other boys talked about the Chrissy thing as though it had
been our finest hour.
When Chrissy undid her bra, you could practically hear our hearts banging
in our chests. HER chest was showing the first swellings of breasts, and
we just stood and gawked. It wasn't that they were that much, but they
were something we didn't have, something that said, This is a girl,
you're looking at the bare chest of an actual girl, a genuine pre-woman -
and it can only get bigger. Chrissy was getting there. In a way it was
thinking about what it meant, and not just staring at Chrissy's pubescent
bosom, that made the thing exciting. (You see, I haven't forgotten the
point of this journal-keeping after all.) You could see some curvature
below her waist, and protruding hip-bones above the low top of her jeans.
She was only eleven, but when she unbuttoned her pants and let them drop,
she might as well have been Julia Roberts, her effect on us was so
devastating. She was wearing simple cotton panties that she was already
outgrowing, so they clung to her pussy-parts and gave us an excellent
outline-view of her lips. I was surprised at how prominent they were
puffing against her panties, with her groove like a deep valley in
between. She definitely didn't look like a boy down there. But that's as
far as it went. Kenny stopped the action there. We begged to see it all.
There's so little left to strip. Those panties..., they're like nothing.
But Kenny said, "She's my sister, guys," and that was the end of it.
Except that I still see Chrissy that close to naked in my dreams. I scold
myself, but I'm excited all the same, and when I imagine it's little
Chrissy who scolds me, and mocks me for being so fascinated by her, I end
up even more excited.
A few times in high-school I got far enough with a girl to be allowed to
massage her through her panties, and in that way I learned of her wetness
and her smell. Exactly once I slipped my hand under a girl's panties,
combed her pubic hair and fingered her vagina for a few seconds, taking
in everything about it I could as to its texture and temperature before
the girl brought my exploration to an indignant halt. I acquired much
sensory knowledge very quickly that time, but not through the most
important cognitive portal (Professor Smart's expression, and very
catchy), the eyes, since the room was totally dark. That's why I can
speak with some familiarity about certain female qualities, and still
maintain that I have never actually seen a live naked woman. I have at
best gathered certain tactile and olfactory perceptions, but these I have
cherished.
However, when I think about lessening the cognitive and epistemological
gap between the TA and me (as generally I do first thing in the morning -
my attention lured to the subject by that early riser, my penis - and at
least three or four more times by evening) I implicitly alter the facts
of my life which are suggestive of inexperience and corollary self-doubt.
I see myself approaching Ms. Nicole Altman with confidence and
savoir-faire bordering on the cocky. I don't stand on ceremony. I undress
her, I lay her down. She's reluctant at first, very ambivalent. Maybe
she's just slightly afraid of me, small woman that she is. She has the
body of an adolescent, lean and bony. Her breasts are small, but firm and
high. Her hips curve, but it's her sharp, protruding bones doing it -
like an adolescent. I stroke her armpits, checking for smoothness, though
I expect to find it. I have this idea that teasing her shaved parts is a
good way of reminding a girl that you know what she's hiding in the place
she doesn't shave. I take a few licks of her nipples, which I imagine
timid and dark and buttery smooth, then bury my fingers in her wiry
triangle and make her wet despite herself. Her scent fills the air and I
might call her attention to it, embarrassing and disarming her a little.
Then I slip myself inside her, as if it's what she and I were made for,
and she gives in to me, admitting that she likes it, squealing a lot,
egging me on, then feeling a little humiliated afterwards because she'd
been forced to drop her pose of authority by one very exciting freshman.
**** ****
It's been seven days since I wrote the above. As a description of my
imaginary doings with my beloved philosophy TA, it was pretty accurate
for its age, the fairly primitive, barbaric era of my life that for the
time being I'll call last week. But when I read it now, I'm struck by how
quickly such things start to look old-fashioned and naive. The other
morning, "just like that," I would have said before learning that
everything has an explanation, even if we don't know what it is yet...the
other morning, everything changed. I was lingering in bed, having
outslept my clock, trying to calculate the odds of my big and ready
morning penis letting me get out of bed without paying him the regulation
respects. But he's so insistent. He's been up for hours, probably,
tanking himself on dark-roast testosterone, getting pretty jumpy waiting
for me and my mental picture-collection of Nicole Altman to rescue him
from frenzy. I suddenly have this vision: all over the building, in every
male suite, something like this is happening, this morning and every
morning. Hundreds of boys with wake-up hard-ons badgering them like
obnoxious room-mates to do the right thing before getting out of bed.
Hundreds of brains swimming with images of girls - very likely girls from
nearby suites who are right now showering, following a brisk morning jog,
or already padding from the shower, wrapped in towel sarongs and
turbans, or actually brushing and drying and making themselves
captivating so that the thought of them will keep us boys prisoners of
our beds again tomorrow morning, hard-hearted warden Penis, who works for
the girls and doesn't like US one bit, never even admitting there's such
a thing as Good Time. To think that men all over the world start their
days like this and then have the...the balls?...to strut about as though
they belonged to themselves.
Yes. You see, this line of thought was my first clue that something had
changed. This idea that seemed to be waiting for me like my erection to
wake up and notice it. It felt new and yet, in a way, familiar. I suppose
those fantasies of abject apology to Chrissy were a preview of it. But it
felt even deeper-rooted than that. I just couldn't place it. In any case,
as my perfect Platonic idea of Nicole Altman (which Plato would say is
"more real," being an idea, than the flesh-and-blood woman I would adore
in class this morning, but I have to say not quite)...as the
never-real-enough Nicole Altman drifted into focus, I felt this weakness
before her. I don't mean simply the usual soft spot, but this strange,
deep humility. I wasn't at all sure of myself. I imagined myself as I'd
truly be: awkward and trembling. I tried for the usual preliminaries -
the unzipping of Nicole's skirt, the lowering of her panties, my first
sight of her mound and pubic hair, the womanly scent emanating from her
girlish body - but I saw myself very shy through all this. And then, as
though I'd suddenly found the right path after stumbling around in the
woods, I heard the womanly voice directing me to my knees. Yes, instead
of daring to enter Nicole, I went obediently down on her, my tongue
responding to her precise instructions. I imagined her implacable, but
praising me in the end for my devotion and even my skill. Even making a
condescending joke: if I were half as good at linguistic analysis as I am
at cunnilingus, well.... I didn't imagine myself coming and I didn't
come. My penis didn't know what to think, but finally agreed to it. What
I thought was: Let me go through the day with this humble desire to
please dominating my mind. Let me bring it to Nickie Altman's classroom.
Let my eyes convey it to her and...why not?...to other girls too. Maybe
they'll know what to do with it.
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Pool Shark Part III
What a long hard night Tom suffered. Bound naked hard and helpless
at the foot of Sandraâs bed with a butt plug vibrating all night kept
him perpetually aroused. By morning, he was delirious with fatigue
and lust. Sandra slept deeply. Nothing put her to sleep harder or
faster than being slowly eaten to multiple orgasms as Tom had done the
night before. Around 8:00 a.m. she lazily awoke and smiled at the
sight of Tom throbbing pitifully at her feet.
ãMorning Tom, sleep well?ä she mockingly asked.
ãYes Mistressä came his meek reply, barely audible as his throat was
dry.
ãWell, I promised you release this morning and so I shall
reciprocate.ä she announced as she fastened the cockleash to Tom and
unchained him from her bed. Tom could barely walk as he was led
downstairs into the living room. His knees and legs ached from
kneeling all night, and his throat was dry from having eaten Sandra
out so many times. He could still taste her on his chapped lips.
When they reached the living room Sandra called all of the girls into
the room. She announced that it was time for Tom to have his release,
so all of the girls began to take seats in a circle around him. Tom
flushed with embarrassment. The idea of cumming in front of a room
full of attractive women both excited and humiliated him. Two girls
stepped behind Tom and forced him into a crouching position on the
floor. His hopes soared as he felt the cockring being unlocked from
his testicles. While he closed his eyes anticipating the end to his
delicious torment, the girls handcuffed his wrists to his ankles.
ãDonât want to give you any ideas about escape!ä Sandra chuckled. Now
that he was in position, Sandra stood in front of him.
ãAll right Tom, you are free from the cockring for 2 minutes. If I
were you I would make the best of it!ä
ãWhat!ä he cried. ãI thought that you...ä
Sandra interrupted ãNo way! You thought I was going to service you!
HA! No Tom, I am giving you 2 minutes access to our property (as she
mentioned the word property, she ran her big toe over Tomâs throbbing
cock). So you better use your time wisely.ä
Tom could not believe it. How was he supposed to masturbate. Not
only was he mortified at the prospect of jacking off in front of a
room full of women, (his lust overpowered any objections he might have
had on that subject), how, with his hands cuffed to his ankles, was he
supposed to do it. As he looked around the room in desperation, he
saw Marie slowly giving head to a banana and winking at him. ãThe
want me to suck myself off!ä Frantically he stretched his mouth as
close as he could to his penis. Even though he realized that they
were filming this ultimate degradation, his need to empty his engorged
balls was too compelling to deny. He twisted and thrashed,
desperately trying to reach his penis. These antics seemed to excite
many of the girls and a few of them excused themselves to go relieve
themselves in private. Just as he finally go the very tip of his cock
in his mouth he was violently ripped away from it. ãTimes up!ä Marie
announced.
Tom now realized that all that humiliation was for nothing. Now
hornier than ever he almost began to cry in frustration. ãTom, are
you not in the mood?ä Sandra asked sarcastically. ãWell, its time
for your bath, perhaps that will perk you up.ä Again the cockring was
attached and his wrists were uncuffed from his ankles and recuffed
behind his back. He was now led upstairs and into the communal
shower. It was nothing more than one large stall with 8 or 9
showerheads. Several of the girls fastened Tomâs hands above his head
to some eyerings in the ceiling and chained his legs apart as far as
they would spread. Sandra again unfastened the cockring, and for the
first time in 24 hours, removed the butt plug. ãWouldnât want to
electrocute our property now, would we?ä Other girls began to come
into the shower and began to disrobe. Normally this would have been
a fantasy come true for him, but now it only added to his torment.
Like being a starving man forced to watch a feast, Tom could do
nothing as the parade of naked supple female flesh began to surround
him.
Two girls, who Tom didnât know, approached him, soap and sponge in
hand. ãTime to wash up stinky boyä . Before long there were eight
or nine pairs of female hands soaping and scrubbing every inch of his
body. They left no crevice untouched. The worst of it was the penis
scrubbing. One rather attractive girl knelt before him and caressed
his purple tormented cock between her soapy breasts. He thought he
would lose his mind. After a while the girls rinsed him off and began
to bathe themselves. He could do nothing but hang there, throbbing
and frustrated as he watched them soap up their supple breasts and run
the their lathered sponges over their beautifully trimmed pussies. He
could stand no more and began to struggle violently at his bonds. His
gyrations caused much amusement.
Vicki, a pert little blonde with an behind one would kill for,
sadistically rubbed her ass over his helpless cock. When he tried to
penetrate her, she would move just inches out of his reach. After all
of the girls had their shower, they dried him off and reinserted his
butt plug and reattached his cockring. Once again, he was in their
power so that it was pointless to try anything after they uncuffed
him. Again they led him downstairs where Marie was waiting with a
list in her hand.
ãOK Tom, here is your list of chores for today. I want you to start
first with mowing the front yard.ä
Tom read the list and then without thinking, looked down at his naked
meat hanging frustrated from his legs. He had been naked since
yesterday, and now feared that his humiliation would include having to
parade naked outside.
ãDonât worry Tom, we promised you a uniform.ä Several of the other
girls giggled as they realized what was coming.
ãHere you go Tomä Marie said as she handed him a pair of petite thong
panties. ã I hope they fit.ä
This was worse than being naked, he thought to himself. The thong
panties barely concealed any of his cock, and the silk only further
tormented his cock. The back of the panties exposed his entire ass.
As he walked outside, he blushed when he received a couple of catcalls
from the neighboring sorority. Several other girls, who had been
walking by, stopped and decided to watch the show as well. Before he
knew it, quite a crowd had gathered to watch his humiliation. Instead
of a lawnmower, Marie had given him a pair of dull scissors to cut the
grass. It would take all day. All day he would be on display for
every person walking by. He could only hope that no one he knew would
decide to walk down this street. Just when he thought it couldnât get
any worse, he realized that the panties they had given him were
shrinking.
The girls had thought of everything. The panties they had given him
were treated with a chemical, that when wet, shrank and eventually
disintegrated. Tom was drenched in sweat. As he crawled around,
cutting grass as fast as he could, he noticed little shreds of the
only covering he had unraveling. If he didnât finish fast, he would
end up naked. To make matters worse, his cock, which had finally
subsided to a partial erection earlier, began to get hard again. This
would only hasten the process. He must concentrate on something
nonsexual he thought to himself.
Some in the crowd somehow must have caught on to his predicament. One
girl in particular began to run her hands over her breasts and between
her legs every time she caught his eye. Tom tried valiantly not to
look, but being a man has its disadvantages. The sight of an
attractive woman touching herself is too compelling not to watch, no
matter what the consequences. Before long the inevitable happened and
he again had a raging hard-on. Very little of his genitalia was a
mystery now, but somehow the panties did not break. As Tom rose to
dump a handful of cuttings he was startled by the sound of applause
and cheers going up from the crowd. He was afraid to look down,
knowing what the applause meant. Finally he did look and the panties
had completely snapped and disintegrated. He was now standing stark
naked in front of them. He looked over at the girl who had been
tormenting him and she just winked, stifled a little giggle and walked
on. He would now be forced to finish this degrading task completely
naked.
Just when he thought it couldnât get any worse, he felt the butt plug
begin to vibrate. ãOH MY GOD!ä he whispered to himself, as the
stimulation caused him to jerk reflexively. Sandra was on the front
porch, remote in hand, staring at him. ãLets give em a good show now
Tomä she said as she began to turn up the dial.
To be continued....
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From: jedikarnak@aol.com (JediKarnak)
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Subject: Need Pool Party 1/4
Date: 30 Sep 1996 23:09:38 -0400
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Ne1 got Pool Party by Parker part 1/4? If so send to me please.
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From: pec@infi.net (Gaius)
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Subject: Sacrifice to the Goddess (Femdom)
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:04:59 GMT
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Sacrifice to the Goddess
Again Orpheo was depressed. How his life could have been different.
Having been born the son of a wealthy Macedonian nobleman, his
expectations were higher, and the bitterness of his slavery thus more
biting. And he just wasnât any slave. He was the servant of a lowly
Greek shepherd! These Greeks confused him. In his native Macedonia,
no one but noblemen owned slaves, yet in Greece, as reward for the
successful wars fought by their ãcitizenä armies, many young men such
as himself, now found themselves serving peasants.
His depression was brought on by the realization that his eighteenth
birthday was approaching. If he had not been a slave, he would soon
be marrying and taking his rightful place in the world. Now what
prospects did he have. Although ruggedly handsome with dark wavy hair
and deep brown eyes, he was as yet unknown to women. Yes it was true
that on the few occasions his master took him into the city he made
quite an impression on the women there, but still who would bother
with a slave. He had not been fortunate enough to be indentured to
some noblemanâs house where he could exorcise his passions with some
lusty house maid. Jocco, his master, had no other slaves, and being a
shepherd he also had no dealings with other people. As he lay down
upon the warm grassy ground and looked up at the sky his hand wandered
again under his tunic to stroke that appendage he feared he would
never be able to use as it was intended. After his lust was
satisfied he fell into a deep sleep.
Several hours later he was awoken by the sound of a lamb crying in
great pain. Filled with panic he jumped to his feet and pulled on his
sandals. If one of the sheep were lost, Jocco would beat him
unmercifully. Still groggy with sleep he stumbled through the woods
following the sound. After a few minutes he approached a clearing and
crouched as he heard dozens of young womenâs voices. Orpheo could not
believe his young virgin eyes. In the clearing were two dozen women,
completely naked writhing in the moonlight. His eyes were transfixed
as dozens of young supple breasts swayed rhythmically to light flute
music one of the older women were playing. In the center of this
ceremony, one of his sheep lay on a stone alter, eviscerated from
crotch to neck. Slowly each of the young women began to scoop out the
entrails and smear the blood over their bodies. Orpheo was completely
paralyzed with both lust and fear. Having never seen a woman naked,
his penis began to awaken from the frenetic display being presented.
Each girl sensously coated their breasts and stomachs with the poor
sheepâs blood. As they danced, their pace increased as each one began
to lower their hands to their shaved crotches.
Joining in unconsciously, Orpheo began to masturbate along with the
nymphs. After five or six minutes all of the girls came together in
one gigantic orgiastic scream. Suddenly a blue light began to appear
over the alter.
ãVisit us Aphrodite! Appear to your unworthy supplicants!ä They
began to scream as the continued to finger themselves into ecstasy.
Then he saw her! Standing seven feet tall she was stunning. Her
breasts were large and perfectly round. Her long hair fell about her
shoulders and wrapped around her waist. Her tresses were like spun
gold. On her crotch her pubic hair appeared as golden fire and
crackled and popped in the wind. Orpheo was in the presence of
Aphrodite!
The site of the Goddess was too much for a mortal man to bear. Orpheo
was racked with searing pain throughout he testicles and he fell to
the ground in agony. All the lust and desire one could ever acquire
in one lifetime now burst through him at once. A he looked at his
crotch he was afraid he would burst. His cock was now purple and
throbbing uncontrollably, his testicles dark and engorged with semen.
He cried out in torment for relief.
ãSILENCE!ä Aphrodite commanded. Her supplicants obeyed and
immediately the evening was as still as a dead winters night. ãWHAT
MAN DARES TO DISTURB MY SANCTUARY!ä She screamed, causing the trees to
quiver at her fury. Frightened, Julia, one of Aphroditeâs young
worshippers found Orpheo grasping his engorged balls groaning in the
bushes. ãHere he is mighty Aphrodite! Here is the defiler!ä she
screamed as she dragged Orpheo into the clearing. Orpheo trembled in
fear and cowered before the vengeful Goddess. ãPlease Aphrodite, I
did not mean to offend you! Please have mercy!ä He dared not look at
her again, but just shivered and groveled at her feet.
ãHmmmmmä Aphrodite thought as she looked at the young slave at her
feet. Although a goddess, she was always searching for new delights.
ãI shall spare youä she declared as she shrank her appearance to that
of a beautiful young maiden. äMy form will now be less dangerous to
youä she said as she gently cupped her long slender fingers under his
jaw. As she touched his face she smiled even wider. ãYou are a
virgin!ä she exclaimed. Orpheo turned red from shame and fear as he
slowly turned his eyes upwards to her. Even now in mortal form she
was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her feminine form was
perfect as her breast hung heavy from her chest and her long golden
hair tossed in the breeze. Instantly Orpheo was hopelessly in love
with her. ãYes, you are to my liking!ä she smirked.
ãWhat sacrifices do you Spartan camp followers bring me! Lambs blood!
Ha! This is better than any blood sacrifice you could ever present!ä
she mocked her followers.
Now afraid of offending their goddess, Mara, a lovely dark-haired
Athenian girl lifted her dagger and rushed at Orpheo. ãNo Noä
Aphrodite corrected as she prevented Mara from killing Orpheo. ãI
have a better sacrifice in mind. But for this sacrifice, we must keep
him alive.ä
ãOrpheo! stand up!ä she bellowed. Orpheo, deep in a romantic trance
obeyed and stood before her obediently.
ãA young mans unfulfilled desire is like ambrosia to meä Aphrodite
told her priestess. ãYou are to sacrifice this mans desire to my
presence from now on, but you must never let his appetite be whetted.
The stronger his desire, the more I will shower you and your
followers with blessings. Now go and do as I command!ä and with that
she dissolved into nothingness.
Orpheo, now out of the goddesses presence, began to regain his
senses. As he shook his head to release the sleepiness, he was
disconcerted to discover he was now the center of attention for all
these beautiful women.
ãCome with me Orpheo, come to my bedä Mara cooed invitingly as she
stroked her hands across Orpheos chest.
ãNo me, Orpheo, me!ä Julia pleaded as she raked her nails down his
back. Orpheoâs head was swimming with a combination of confusion and
delight. A few hours he was bemoaning his potentially permanent
virginity and now he was being fought over by two of the most lovely
women he had seen.
ãNo no girls, remember what Aphrodite instructedä Sibyl, Aphroditeâs
chief priestess, lectured as she led Orpheo from the clutches of Mara
and Julia. Orpheo was still hazy from the vision of Aphrodite so he
compliantly let himself be led. As he stared deeply into Sibylâs
black eyes he felt himself unable to move. As the knots of his tunic
were cut away he tried in vain to cover his shame but found that his
arms were equally frozen. The stifled giggles and gasps of approval
from the other girls caused his face to glow red in shame, but he was
impotent to fight his humiliation.
As a golden collar was locked around his neck and his wrists were
shackled to it, his brain raced in fear. Was he to suffer the same
fate as the sheep. As his mind frantically puzzled his heinous fate,
Julia knelt before him and took his erect cock into her velvety mouth.
The sensation of her skilled tongue on his tortured organ temporarily
distracted him from his worries of danger. As he felt the sperm rise
in his bowels, Joco came crashing through the clearing. ãDAMN THAT
ORPHEO! I WILL SKIN HIM ALIVE FOR HIS LAZINESS!ä
When Jocco looked up and realized he was in the presence of Sibyl, the
chief priestess of Aphrodite, he prostrated himself before her and
begged her pardon for his sacrilege.
ãRise humble servantä Sibyl commanded and Jocco rose to his feet.
When he saw Orpheo being serviced by one of the temple girls, his eyes
about flew out of his head. ãIs this your slave?ä Sibyl asked
nonchalantly.
ãYes Mistressä Jocco answered humbly.
ãHere!ä Sibyl said as she tossed Jocco a bag of gold. ãThis should
cover his price. We are purchasing him for the temple.ä
Jocco, astonished at the generous sum he just received, grabbed the
bag and bowed his way out of the clearing. ãThere Orpheoä Sibyl said
as Orpheo writhed in sensuous pleasure. ãYou belong to Aphrodite
now.ä Then Sibyl, sensing his imminent release, placed her hand onto
Juliaâs head, causing her to immediately stop her oral ministrations.
Orpheo, reeling from pleasure and desperate for release, swayed
forward as he almost fell. Pleadingly he gazed into her eyes and
begged her to have Julia finish him. ãSorry Orpheo, you are to remain
technically chaste. Never again will you feel the warm release of
orgasm, only the slow erotic build to the tortuous brink.ä With that
Sibyl clapped her hands and they began to lead the bound, naked, erect
and desperate Orpheo off to the temple. As they left Orpheo wondered
what torments awaited him.
To be continued......
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From: pec@infi.net (Gaius)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Pool Shark Part II
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:04:43 GMT
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Pool Shark Part 2
It was the longest and most humiliating experience Tom had ever faced.
He could not believe this was happening to him. Here he was, totally
naked, hands bound being led by a cockleash down main street in broad
daylight. As this parade of shame continued, crowds of students,
mostly girls, gathered around cheering his tormentors on. Tom even
saw his roommate, who he thought would stop and help him, but could do
nothing but laugh hysterically on the ground. His only hope lay in
somehow a cop stopping this show. Unluckily for him, no police were
to be found on the quarter mile hike from Samâs Bar to the sorority
house. It seemed to Tom that every student on campus had been witness
to his shame. He had never felt so degraded in his entire life.
Little did he realize what was to happen to him next.
As the girls led Tom into the living room of the sorority house, the
few missing girls came downstairs to see what all the noise was about.
ãWhat in the world is going on!ä Melanie, a very attractive auburn
haired beauty cried as she saw Sandra drag Tom by the nads into the
middle of the room.
ãMelanie, meet Tom, our new house-boy for the semester. I won him
this afternoon.ä Said Sandra, the tone in her voice dripping with
evil satisfaction.
ãNice package!ä Melanie replied as she stepped closer to inspect the
new property of Delta Sigma Tau.
ãOK Tom, here are the rules:ä Sandra began.
1. No clothing is to be worn inside of the sorority house, unless
instructed by a member of the house.
2. All commands are to be obeyed instantly and without question. Any
hesitation will result in extreme punishment, which I assure you, you
will not like.
3. Your cock as well as the rest of your body now belongs to this
house. You will not touch or relieve yourself unless instructed by a
member of this house.
4. Any outside trips you must make, such as going to class or other
errands we may send you on, will be conducted wearing a uniform that
will be provided for you.
5. You are to refer to all of the girls here as Mistress So and So.
ÎAre you clear on the rules so far?ä
Meekly Tom whispered yes. This was met with a hard slap to the face.
ãYou forgot rule number 5 slaveboy!ä
ãYes Mistress Sandraä
ãSince you will be required to do chores around the house, as well as
leave the house unattended sometimes, I have decided to put this
restraining device on you. Turn him around girls!ä
At her command, two of the girls spun Tom around and kicked his legs
apart and pushed his head to the floor, leaving his asshole and balls
completely exposed. Being handcuffed as he was it was pointless to
resist. Fear gripped his mind as he felt some object being inserted
far into his anus. The pain was tremendous, but at the same time his
cock, which was almost exploding at this time, got even harder and he
almost came. His cries of pain were met with nervous giggles from
around the room. Just as the first wave of agony was subsiding, he
felt a small metal ring being locked around his balls.
ãYou may uncuff him nowä Sandra instructed the girls. Nervously, they
complied, fully expecting Tom to either attack them or make a run for
it. As soon as the cuffs were removed, Tom, as expected, bolted for
the door. Four steps into his escape the most excrutiating pain
ripped through his ass and testicles. It felt as though someone had
stuck a red hot poker up his ass.
As he flailed helplessly on the floor, he noticed Sandra holding what
looked to be a TV remote control in her hand.
ãI thought you would try to Welsh Tom. Thatâs why I took this
precaution. If you try to escape, I will sear you insides and balls
so badly you will never be able to enjoy sex again. If you play by
the rules, we will not have to resort to these Draconian measures.
OK?ä Tom could not speak, but was able to nod his head in agreement.
Sandra turned the fiendish device off.
ãBelieve it or not Tom, that was the lowest setting. Any attempt to
remove the device will automatically set it off. You will be a eunuch
before any doctor would be able to remove it from you, so I would try
to cooperate. It also has a timing device, so if decide to try to get
out of range of its radio contact, it will automatically activate.ä
Tom was trapped and he knew it. There was not hope for escape now.
Another horrible feature of the cock ring was that it seemed to keep
him perpetually aroused, and yet prevented any chance of release. To
his horror Tom saw that Sandra was passing out remotes to every girl
in the house. At any given time, any one of them could reduce him to
a quivering mass of tormented flesh.
ãThere is a pleasant side to this device as well Tomä Sandra said as
she pushed another button on the remote. Instantly, the butt plug
began to vibrate. Slowly at first it eventually built up into a
crescendo of pulsating torment. The plug was positioned so that it
directly stimulated his prostrate gland. Tom began to get the most
intense hard-on he had ever experienced, and reflexively started to
stroke his cock.
Laughing as she watched his noneffectual masturbation, Sandra turned
up the intensity. ãBeg for release dog boyä.
Desire, overcoming all shame, caused Tom to practically cry like a
baby. ãPlease, please let me cum.ä he whimpered. Marie, getting hot
from watching Tom writhing on the floor in abject aroused agony,
surreptitiously snuck two fingers inside her panties and began to
finger herself.
ãBark like a dog!ä Sandra commanded.
Without questioning or pause, Tom got onto all fours and began to
howl, pant bark and growl in such a manner as to make any golden
retriever jealous.
ãLick my shoe cleanä she continued.
Tom, again wild with desire and anxious for release, dropped to his
knees and ran his tongue over the bottom of her shoes. In the back of
his mind he was aware that any self respect he had for himself was
diminishing rapidly, but he MUST HAVE RELEASE!
ãWho wants control of him for the first night?ä Sandra asked the room.
After much debate amongst themselves, they all agreed that since
Sandra had won him, she should enjoy him the first night. After all,
they owned him for the rest of the semester. There would be plenty of
time for everyone to have fun.
Sandra was pleased. Even though she had perpetrated this revenge on
Tom, she did find him most attractive. The thought of him slaving
away between her thighs made her panties even wetter than they already
were. Without any fanfare she pointed Tom upstairs and told him to
wait for her in her bedroom.
Tomâs hopes began to soar. Perhaps now she would allow him to cum.
The sight that greeted Tom when she entered the bedroom, almost made
him not regret losing. Sandra was beautiful, and now was completely
naked in front of him. Her breasts were perfectly round and slightly
turned up at the end. Her legs were smooth, muscular and long. As
she hopped onto the bed she lay back and opened her legs revealing the
tastiest looking snatch he had ever seen. She had neatly trimmed the
hair from her pussy so that only a small slit of fur remained. Her
cunt lips were completely pink, and from pure observation, sopping
wet. She slowly leaned forward and cuffed Toms wrists to either post
at the foot of the bed. He was completely immobilized, but totally
entranced the the vision in front of him.
Once again she opened her legs and slowly slid down to where he could
reach her.
ãGet to work. If I am satisfied, I may reward you.ä she commanded as
she turned up the intensity of the butt plug and laid back with her
hands behind her head. Tom eagerly dove into his work, running his
tongue over her engorged clit. Within minutes the first of many
orgasms shuddered through her body. As he continued to slurp away,
she dug into his shoulders with her long nails. Soon he could tell
when she was about to cum by the intensity of her scratching. Over
and over for four hours he ate her to one after another orgasm. Soon
his tongue began to lose feeling and he began to wonder when, if ever,
she would be satisfied. After the fourteenth orgasm that was so
violent she screamed as if being eviscerated, she whispered into his
ear that that was the best pussy eating she had ever had.
ãYou definitely will be rewarded!ä she smiled as she pulled herself
back up on the bed.
Tom began to lick his chapped lips. The constant vibrating in his ass
was driving him crazy. If he didnât cum soon, he was afraid he would
lose his mind. As he stared down at his helpless purple cock, he
prayed she would be fast. ãCome on Sandra, time to uncuff meä he
thought to himself unconsciously.
Yawning Sandra continued ãBut, better make that tomorrow. All that
cunt licking has made me sleepy, good nightä. And with those words
Sandra turned out the light and passed out leaving the butt plug in
Tom still vibrating and stranding him helpless, cuffed at the foot of
her bed. At first Tom wanted to scream NOOOOOOOO!, but rightfully
fearing her wrath sheepishly said ãGood nightä.
To be continued.....
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From: pec@infi.net (Gaius)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Pool Shark Part I (Femdom,FF+/m)
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:04:36 GMT
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ãI want revenge!ä Marie screamed as the front door slammed behind her.
ãWhat happenedä Lynette, her roommate asked.
ãI have just been totally humiliated! I was down at Samâs (a local
bar), and , Oh I am just so stupid!ä
ãWhat, what is it!ä Lynette asked, becoming increasingly annoyed by
Marieâs hesitance.
ãI somehow got involved in a strip pool game with a cute guy I had
just met. Donât ask me how I fell for that stupid tactic, but I did.
And I LOST!ä With this admission, Marie began to sob gently. ãI
mean, I really thought he was nice and all. So when he suggested we
play strip pool, I went along for a bit, thinking he would call it off
at the last minute. Well, he did not. And not only did I have to
disrobe in front of him, but his two roommates saw me naked as well!ä
Lynette tried to stifle the chuckle she felt building in her throat.
ãWell, thatâs what you get for letting your crotch do all your
thinking for you. Perhaps a little revenge is called for.ä
ãReallyä Marie exclaimed ãWould you help me?ä
ãI think I know just the person who can."
Lynette and Marie had not only been friends for life, they had pledged
the same sorority and were roommates and Delta Pi . Lynette had long
brown hair and pert little breasts that never moved when she went on
her morning jogs. Marie however was a different story altogether,
equally attractive as Lynette, she was what one would call stacked.
Standing 5â9ä she was a very hearty 38 D cup, and as one would
imagine, very popular with the guys.
Lynette and Marie were among twelve girls who lived at the sorority
house. As Marie told the other girls what happened, she noticed
Sandra smirking to herself.
ãSandraä Marie barked ãI donât know why you think this is so funny!ä
ãI donâtä she coolly replied, ãWas this guy you played pool. with
named Tom by any chance?ä
ãYes! Do you know himä
ãI know of him, you see I am a bit of a pool player myself. I have
seen him play before. You see I am a bit of a pool player myself. If
he doesnât remember me, I think I have the perfect revenge plot for
him.ä
ãReally!ä Marie cried. ãWhat is your plan?ä
ãWellä Sandra continued ãI used to be a pool hustler in high school.
Perhaps we should give him a taste of his own medicine." All the
girls thought that would be a good idea, so the plot was hatched.
The next day all of the girls went down to Samâs. Tom, as they had
planned, was there playing a game of pool with his friend.
ãJust follow my leadä Sandra whispered to Marie as they began to play
a game of pool. Sandra worked hard to make it appear that she was a
poor player. The other girls all situated themselves around the bar,
not wanting to miss the show that was coming up. The only people in
the bar other than they were Tom, his roommate and the bartender. As
Sandra and Marie played, she noticed Tom watching her very intently.
She knew how to dress for just the right reaction. She was barefoot
and wore cutoff shorts that barely covered her beautifully rounded
ass. On top of this she purposefully wore a white T-shirt that was
two sizes too small, without a bra. Every curve of her ample breasts
were visible through the straining white fabric, and her always erect
nipples were clearly in view. ãWink at himä Sandra mouthed to Marie.
Marie complied, and Tom began to strut over. Oh what a self inflated
stud he was too. At 6â3ä and a well chiseled physique, Tom thought he
truly was Adonis reincarnated.
ãUp for a rematch?ä Tom asked Marie. ãOr perhaps I can play your
friend.ä
Sandra chimed in. ãOh I think I am too good for you.ä She said
sarcastically.
ãReally?ä Tom replied jokingly. ãCare to bet on that?ä
Sandra winked at Marie. ãSure, what did you have in mind?ä
ãHow about a little strip poolä Tom replied, barely able to contain
his excitement at the prospect of stripping this lovely specimen.
ãOKä Sandra agreed, and the game began. ãBut you have more clothes
than I do. That isnât quite fair now is it?ä
Tom reluctantly agreed. ãWell, how about we play best 3 out of 4.
Loser strips at the end.ä
ãOKä Sandra nodded.
Sandra purposely lost the first two games. Tom, flush with victory,
began to get over-confident.
ãHmmm, one more and you are naked! Two more and its a total skunk!ä
he gloated.
Now that she realized he was getting overconfident, Sandra, to Tomâs
great horror and disbelief won the next t three games in a row. As
the last ball fell into the pocket she confidently strode over to the
open jawed Tom and whispered into his ear ãTime to get naked big
boy!ä. His shame and humiliation only excited her more as he
flustered for a way out. Sandra, being the pool shark that she is,
had truly not played up to her actual skill level. She did not want
to give away her little secret, therefore setting the stage for her
ultimate revenge plot.
With a gleam in her eye, she turned and winked at Marie who was
visibly salivating and Tomâs downfall. Tomâs face blushed as red as a
tomato as he realized that he was now surrounded by and the complete
center attention of the entire sorority. Not another soul was in the
bar, except for the bartender who was barely able to withhold his
laughter.
ãThis canât be happening!ä his mind raced as he now realized he was
going to have to strip down in front of all these attractive women.
She was supposed to be naked, not me. As he fumbled about, he meekly
said ãDouble or nothing?ä, expecting that his request would be
refused.
ãWellä Sandra replied ãPerhaps?ä
Tom now got hopeful. Maybe he would be allowed to escape with his
dignity after all.
ãWhat are you proposing? After all, you donât have much more to
lose.ä she replied, stifling back a giggle.
ãHow about one more game, If I win I can keep my clothes, If I
lose...ä Tom paused, trying to think of a punishment that would
satisfy her, yet still not be too bad if he had to do it.
ãYou become our slave?ä Marie finished his sentence for him.
ãOK Tomä Sandra continued ãIf you win you may keep one article of
clothing. If you lose, you not only are to get naked, but will remain
naked, and in our service for day for each ball I beat you by.ä
Tomâs mind raced. So far they had seemed to be evenly matched, even
if she won, it wouldnât be by too much and though humiliating, it did
seem the only way he could hope to keep his shorts. Meekly he nodded
his agreement.
Sandra turned and winked again at Marie. The trap door just closed
and Tom was caught, although he did not know it yet.
ãI will go easy on youä she said ãYou may break first.ä
As Tom rose to take his shot, the other girls began to taunt him.
ãDonât choke Stud!ä
ãMmmmmmm, I canât way for my daily foot massageä cried another.
This distracted Tom a bit, but he did manage to make a good break and
sunk three balls.
ãHmmmmä Sandra said condescendingly ãI hoped you enjoyed taking that
shot, that will be the last one you will be making.ä
Tom saw an opportunity. ãOh yeah, care to bet on that?ä
Sandra could not believe her luck. This boy had no idea what she was
capable of, and was now practically begging for abuse. ãSure, what
did you have in mind?ä she replied.
ãI bet that you will miss at least one shot. If you do, not only will
I retain my clothes, but you and Marie there will be my willing sex
slaves for a weekend.ä
ãAnd if I make all the shots?ä she replied smirkily.
ãMake those weeks of servitude and not daysä he answered, confident
that she would miss at least one.
A great hoot went up from the girls. ãHmmmmm, a naked slave boy for
the rest of the semester. Well, thatâs too tempting to pass up. I
agree.ä
Tom returned to his seat, smugly assured that he had snatched victory
from the jaws of defeat. His mind drifted to all of the erotic
adventures he would have with the lovely Marie and Sandra, slave to
him for the weekend.
She made the first shot. ãThatâs one week stud boyä
His face was unchanged.
She made the second, third, fourth and fifth shots in short
succession. ãMmmmmmm, thatâs a little over a month. Are you sure you
donât want to cut your losses?ä By this time, Sandra, who enjoyed the
thought of getting revenge was starting to feel sorry for her mark.
She also was a little worried that she might blow it as well.
The look on Tomâs face when the last ball remained on the table was
priceless. He was sweating profusely and turning a bright shade of
purple. How can this be!, he kept thinking. What have I done!
The last shot went in. ãWell, thatâs it! Time to pay up!ä Sandra
commanded.
Tom looked nervously around the room. Every female eye was fixed on
him as a cat stares down a mouse. The bartender, unable to control
himself any longer, fell to the ground in a hysterical laughing fit.
As he rose, three girls caught him by the arm and began to remove his
shirt and unbuckle his belt buckle.
ãJust in case you were thinking about running, I brought my friends
with me so you wouldnât Welsh.ä
Outnumbered 12 to one, they quickly stripped Tom down to his shorts.
He struggled uselessly against them. The final article of clothing
was his jock, which by now was straining at the seams.
ãMarieä Sandra commented ãI will let you do the honorsä.
Marie, with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes strolled up to Tom and
violently ripped the shorts off of him, exposing him completely naked
to the crowd. The girls went wild with laughter.
She then retrieved a cockleash from her purse and fastened it around
his balls. Two other girls pushed his wrists together and handcuffed
them behind his back.. With total victory in her smile Marie
announced it was time to take the slave boy home and proceeded to lead
Tom by the balls out onto the street.
To be continued.....
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From: pec@infi.net (Gaius)
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Subject: Poison Ivy (Femdom)
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:04:29 GMT
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Poison Ivy
How did I ever get into this ridiculous situation? I mean, who has
ever heard of a grown man being hospitalized for extreme poison ivy
irritation. A few weeks ago, while hiking, I clumsily fell down a
hill and, as fate would have it, landed smack dab in the largest
poison ivy bush I believe exists. Talk about your shitty luck.
Anyway, because I was only wearing jogging shorts at the time, and no
underwear (God I am stupid!) every inch, and I do mean EVERY INCH of
my body was affected by this damn poison ivy rash. At first I thought
.calamine lotion would do the trick, but the incessant itching was
driving me crazy. When I went to my doctor, he suggested that I check
into the hospital for a few days for a special treatment that should
help. Little did I realize what that treatment was going to be all
about.
When I first arrived in my room, Suzanne, my very very very attractive
auburn haired nurse instructed me that for the duration of my
treatment I would have to refrain from scratching myself, no matter
how badly it itched. I also, to my chagrin, discovered that I was
going to be coated from head to toe on the hour with a special
ointment that will fight the rash. The only catch was, I would have
to remain completely naked during this whole time.The whole procedure
would take three days.
I was immensely attracted to Suzanne, and was very hesitant about
disrobing in front of her. She, being the professional that she was,
seemed a bit amused but unmoved by my predicament. As I stripped off
my shorts I reflexively covered myself with my cupped hands. ãNo need
to do thatä she replied as she laid a rather small handkerchief right
over my cock. It provided little in the way of modesty, but it was
better than having my schlong out for the world to see all day.
Without thinking about what she had said, I began to scratch my arm
with was itching intensely.
Like an angry mother correcting a wayward child, she slapped my hand.
ãWhat did I tell you about scratching yourself? If you donât follow
our instructions properly, we will have to restrain you. If you
scratch yourself, you remove the ointment which is counterproductive
to your treatment, now isnât it?ä she preached as I flushed with
embarrassment. I nodded that I understood, and tried to think about
something else.
The twenty minutes was not too bad. Obviously the ointment relieved
the itching a bit so I was able to relax. After some time though, it
began to flair up. Try as I might I could not help myself. As I was
furiously flaying the skin off of my stomach she entered the room.
ãAha! I caught you!ä she yelled, with a hint of playfulness in her
tone. I pleaded that the itching was just too much and she shook her
head disappointedly. ãI thought we would not have to take these
measures with a grown man, but since you are weak and canât control
yourself, we will have to restrain you.ä Silently, she pushed the
call button and two other nurses walked in. ãMr. Smith here is to be
restrained.ä she instructed them and they tied my wrists to the
headboard of the bed. My promises to obey were ignored as they
assured me that it was for my own good. Before I knew it I was
strapped, spread-eagled and nearly naked with the exception of the
handkerchief barely covering my penis, to the bed. Now when the
itching flared up again, I could do nothing but writhe in abject
misery. The worst was my cock. Being in this humiliating position I
began to develop a serious erection. The handkerchief began to raise
up like a white surrender flag.
After what seemed like an eternity Suzanne, and to my horror, several
other attractive nurses entered my room. One of them stifled a
snicker as she gazed at my helpless member standing erect as a pole
before them. Suzanne gave her an icy stare and the snickering
stopped. Soon they all began to lather their hands up with the lotion
and proceeded to rub it all over my body. Victoria, a busty little
blonde knockout, seemed to enjoy lightly teasing my nipples as she
rubbed the lotion over it. Soon ever inch of my body, (except for my
cock!) had been coated with the lotion. Without fanfare Suzanne
whisked off handkerchief and three sets of female hands began to
caress and rub lotion all over my balls and cock. Without thinking I
let out a little moan which caused Suzanne to crack a slight smile.
Before I could get any relief, they stopped. The pleading look in my
eyes must have been a familiar sight to them because Victoria winked
at me as she left the room. ãDo you still want this?ä Suzanne asked
as she waved the handkerchief in the air. I was so humiliated I could
not look at her, but was only able to nod as she dropped the cloth
back on my dick, which was now positioned like a missile for takeoff.
As the hours went by I realized how hard this treatment was going to
be. Being naked, bound and having my dick rubbed every hour kept me
perpetually hard. As the first day ended I thought I was going to
lose my mind.
Over the treatments I noticed that Suzanne seemed to enjoy her power
over me, and she began to exploit it. First she just casually left
her top couple of buttons on her blouse loose and as she massaged the
lotion on my chest she flaunted her immense cleavage in front of my
sex starved eyes. Then after a couple of more treatments, she removed
her panties and as she was massaging my legs she crawled onto the bed
and allowed me to stare right up at her juicy, perfect snatch. At
this point my desire was overcoming all reason and I began to
violently struggle at my bonds. As I struggled she pretended to
ignore me, but continued to flash her wares in my face. Finally I
could take no more.
ãPlease let me cum!ä I begged. At this point I was almost at the
point of insanity. I nearly wept as I implored with her to allow me
to lick her cunt. After allowing me to completely degrade myself for
five minutes she let out a sigh, as if disappointed in my weakness,
and walked over to the door and locked it. I eagerly licked my lips.
She was perhaps the best looking woman I had seen in quite sometime.
As she slipped out of her tight little nurses uniform I sighed with
delight as her lovely round breasts came into view for the first time.
She straddled my chest and lowered her nipples down to meet my hungry
mouth. Ravenously I sucked on her little nips until the grew as hard
as pebbles. After a few minutes she turned over and wiggled her
perfect ass right up into my face. I was overwhelmed as the scent of
her sex wafted over me. Abandoning all pretense of dignity I attacked
her slit with my tongue. As I furiously ate her out, she lazily began
to stroke my aching purple cock.
Somehow she managed to sense when I was about to spurt, because right
at the last moment she would stop. After forty five minutes she had
had three very intense orgasms (as I could tell), and I was still hard
and helpless. As the last spasm shuddered through her body, she
promptly leapt off of me and began to get dressed.
ãWhatâs wrong!ä I screamed, mad with desire and desperate for release.
She said nothing until she had gotten dressed and winked at me as she
approached the door.
ãSorry, shifts over. See you tomorrow.ä she replied as she left me in
my helpless horny state. And to think, I still had two more days of
this to go!
The End
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From: pec@infi.net (Gaius)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Panty Raid (FF+/m, Femdom)
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:04:22 GMT
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Panty Raid
Carl could not believe his luck. He and his pledge class had been
assigned the task of retrieving 15 pairs of used panties from the
freshmen girls dorm, and here in this one spot was the mother-lode, a
laundry basket full of them. All he had to do was snatch the panties
and make a mad dash for the elevator. Too bad for Carl he didnât hear
his buddies warn him that they had been spotted. The last thing Carl
could remember was feeling a very sharp pain at the base of his neck
before he passed out.
Several hours later Carl awoke, his eyes straining to adjust to the
darkness. He could just make out rough, shadowy shapes all around
him, and he became quite alarmed to discover he was bound spread-eagle
to some sort of table in the middle of a room he could not recognize.
As he began to gain his senses more, he made out the unmistakable
giggles of many young women. His stomach began to knot as he realized
the predicament he was in.
ãWelcome the the Girlâs Dorm Carlä a voice called out.
Carlâs mind raced as he wondered how this person knew his name.
Suddenly the lights came on and his face began to flush as he
realized he was surrounded by 25 freshmen girls. The voice belonged
to Sandra, the RA for the girls floor, who was obviously enjoying
Carlâs situation. In her left hand she held Carlâs wallet.
ãAs you can see Carlä Sandra continued ãYou are in no position to
argue with us. We will let you go IF you tell us who else was
involved in this juvenile panty raid you and your buddies tried to
stage.ä
Carl said nothing. He realized that if he ratted on his pledge
brothers, not only would he not get into the frat, he would be
resoundly hated by all of them. Carl shrugged his shoulders
defiantly.
ãHmmmä Sandra smirked ãI figured you would be obstinate.ä
Without saying a word Sandra nodded to several of the other girls
gathered around the table. At once they began to cut Carlâs clothing
from him. When they had him down to his shorts they stopped.
Carlâs face was deep crimson with shame. The idea of being bound
naked in front of 25 eighteen year old girls was not only
humiliating, but to further embarrass him, it was also very arousing.
His jock now strained against the raging hard on he now sported. As
they placed the bands of his shorts in between the scissors he cried
out for them to stop.
ãOK Iâll talk!ä he screamed.
ãI thought you would see reason after a whileä Sandra grinned. ãNow
who was it!ä
Guiltily Carl confessed the names of his cohorts in crime. He
imagined that Bob and Frank would probably never forgive him for
ratting on them, but what could he do. With relief that his modesty
would be spared, he asked if he could be let go now.
Several of the girls began to snicker as Sandra shook her head no.
Without much fanfare, two girls snipped the strands of his shorts away
and exposed his manhood to the room.
ãNOOOOO! I thought we had a deal!ä Carl protested.
ãYou thought wrongä Sandra interrupted, as she motioned to one of the
girls who left the room. When she returned Carl felt his heart sink
as he saw she was carrying a video camera and a handful of eagle
feathers. After a few minutes the eagle feathers were passed out to
all the girls in the room.
ãSay Cheese!ä Sandra gloated as she aimed the camera at Carl. Soon,
twenty five pairs of hands began stroking every inch of his body with
the feathers. Carl laughed so hard he could not breathe. His violent
laughing caused him to twitch and writhe around, flopping his helpless
purple cock back and forth to the girls delight. After five or ten
minutes of this Carl passed out.
When he awoke, he felt a pair of hands lathering his cock and balls up
with oil. This canât be happening, he thought to himself as Sandra
began stroking his throbbing member slowly and deliberately. Every
female eye was trained on his tortured body as he tried valiantly not
to submit. The fact that this was being videotaped only humiliated
him more.
ãLook, his toes are beginning to curl up!ä one of the girls exclaimed.
Carl valiantly tried to hold back the inevitable cum flood. Being
tied naked, tickled and videotaped in front of a room full of women
was bad enough. Being jacked off for their amusement was too much for
him to handle. Gallantly as he tried to hold back the deluge,
Sandraâs manual manipulations were just too much for him. With a
great gasp he shot his wad straight up into the air to the delighted
cries of the other girls.
As he was untied, Sandra warned him that if he tried to warn Bob and
Frank that they had been found out, the videotape he had just starred
in would be broadcast over the universities cable access channel to
the whole school. Sheepishly Carl nodded in agreement, grabbed a
towel and rushed out the front door.
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From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Celestial Repost Father Dowling (MIKE36<[D[D)
Date: 1 Oct 1996 02:50:51 GMT
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FATHER DOWLING: I Am Heartily Sorry
By Uncle Mike
It was late on the evening of a First Friday, and St.
Michael's was almost empty. Father Dowling says it wasn't
like that in the old days, before Vatican II, but I wouldn't
know about that.
All I get in the confessional nowadays is a lot of old
ladies and little kids, and none of them have much to confess.
I'd just gotten through with two old ladies whose worst
sins were gossiping about their neighbors -- and that wasn't
what they'd come to confess, it was what they'd come to do.
In the cramped, dark booth the grilles on either side didn't
provide much ventilation, so with the warmth and the
boredom I was yawning every few minutes.
I may even have nodded off for a few minutes. At least I
don't remember hearing the door to the booth on the left
opening, just the sound of a fingernail rapping on the wooden
grille.
"Father? Father Prestwick? Are you there?"
I blinked a few times and stifled a yawn. Then I recognized
the voice and I was immediately awake. It was Mrs.
Klimaszewski.
I should explain. Carol Klimaszewski is one of the few
exceptions to the rule about only old women and little kids
coming to confession. She's in her early 30s, I'd guess -- at
least I'm sure she's not an old lady. She makes a point of
getting into my line for Communion every Sunday, and the
clothes she wears make it clear she's still young and firm.
I've heard some of the other women complaining about the
short skirts and high heels she wears, but Carol doesn't seem
to care. And when I look down at her to give her the Host --
she's about four inches shorter than I am -- I can't help
staring right down her blouse, so I know she doesn't wear a
bra and doesn't seem to need one.
I have to be careful not to stare too long, though, because I
don't want Mike to see. That's her husband. He's a big, beefy
salesmen for auto parts, away from home a lot. Maybe it's
because he has to leave Carol alone so often that he's so
jealous. All I know is I wouldn't want to cross him.
As I slid open the panel covering my side of the grille, I
tried to brush away the thoughts of Carol's body. She bears a
strong resemblance to that actress, the one -- oh, that's it.
Sophia Loren. Yes. And you can imagine it wouldn't be right to
think about Sophia Loren's body in the confessional. I knew it
would be tough, though, because her confessions usually
weren't much help. The last time she came, she confessed to
having sinful thoughts about a man of the cloth. I tried to cut
her off, but she couldn't help giving me all the details of her
thoughts, too. I gave her 10 Hail Marys and sent her off, but I
was sweating like crazy.
This time she started off the usual way, telling me it had
been a month since her last confession. How well I knew.
Then she started talking about her sins.
"Well, Father," she said, "I'm afraid I have a big sin to
confess this time. Not just sinful thoughts, like the last time.
Oh, Father, I'm so sorry for what I've done. I feel I must
confess it in detail to cleanse myself. Don't you agree?"
She didn't even give me a chance to reply.
"It's like this, Father. Mike -- you know Mike, my husband?
He's been gone a week now -- oh, and it seems like forever!
And he won't be back for at least another week! I don't know
how I can stand it! I just -- well, we women have needs, don't
you know, Father? I mean, we do!
"Oh, let's see, where was I? I get so upset. Oh, yes. Mike's
been gone, and I've been feeling a, well, a NEED, if you know
what I mean. Really bad.
"So one day -- Wednesday, it was, about 4 in the afternoon
-- it got so bad I just couldn't stand it. I just had to do it. I
missed Mike so bad!
"What I did was, I went up to my bedroom. I got one of
Mike's shirts out of the closet, one he'd already worn once or
twice, so it had his smell on it. And then I got on the bed with
it. And I -- I started touching myself. My breasts, my legs,
even -- even down there.
"And it felt so good, Father. Not as good as when a man --
when Mike, I mean -- touches me, but good anyway.
"Pretty soon I started taking off my clothes. Right in the
middle of the afternoon! Before you know it, I was completely
naked. Not a stitch on. Lying right there on the bed, nude,
rubbing Mike's shirt all over my body.
"I remember, I took one of the buttons and pulled it back
and forth on my breasts, right on the nipples. They got stiff
and stood out, you know how they do -- oh, that's right, you're
a priest, you wouldn't know. Well, Father, you see, it's like
this. When I rub my breasts, or get excited some way, my
nipples get hard and stand out just like little pencil erasers.
"And when that happens, sometimes I get wet, down there
-- you know what I mean. And that happened this time, too. I
got really wet.
"So I touched myself there. Where my hole is, I mean? You
must know about that. How women's vaginas get all wet and
slippery, and then we just have to have something inside.
That's how it was then. I had to have it!
"I put one finger in me, and then two! I was stroking them
in and out, in and out so fast, and my butt was just bouncing
up and down on the bed, the springs were creaking like crazy.
I even put my thumb on my clitoris, and, oh, Father! I think I
came right then!
"Had an orgasm, I mean. Right on the bed! By myself! Oh,
that isn't a sin, is it? I mean, I know some people say you
shouldn't play with yourself, but that can't be a SIN, can it?
Even priest must -- oh, I shouldn't go saying things like that,
should I?
"Anyway, that's not why I'm here. To talk about
masturbating. Mine, I mean. It was what happened next.
"After I came, I just lay back on the bed for awhile, my
legs spread out, juices oozing out of my cunt. Oh! I guess I
shouldn't say -- oh, well, you've heard it all before, haven't
you, Father? You don't mind.
"I was relaxing, but not completely. I mean, I felt good, but
like I said, it's not as good as when a man does it. So I still
had a NEED.
"And then the doorbell rang. I don't know what I was
thinking, but I just threw on Mike's shirt and ran right down
to answer it.
"Do you know who it was, Father? It was the paper boy!
Little Tommy Cornelli. Well, he isn't so little anymore, he's
almost, heavens, I guess, 14 by now. I remember when we
first moved in to the parish, Tommy couldn't have been more
than 7 or 8, just the cutest little thing, always looked like an
angel in his altar boy cassock -- oh, but I'm getting away
from my confession, aren't I?
"Well, where was I? Oh, Tommy. He was collecting for the
Trib, you know, and we'd missed the payment the week before,
so of course I told him I'd run and get the money.
"So I did, but I'd left the door open behind me and it was so
cold outside that you can't fault Tommy for stepping inside.
That's all he did, really, just take a step or two inside to
warm up.
"I'd run into the den to get the spare change Mike keeps in
the drawer there, and I was still counting out the quarters
and nickels as I walked back to the front door. I was so
startled to see Tommy standing inside I dropped the coins and
bent right down to pick them up.
"They hit the wood floor with such a clatter! And they
started rolling around just everywhere, and I had to lunge
after them one by one. I must have been such a sight!
"Actually, I know I was -- a sight, I mean -- because when
I got them all picked up and I stood up again I noticed that
Tommy was just standing there with his mouth hanging open.
I asked him what was wrong and he didn't say anything, he
just stared.
"That's when I realized it. Like I said, I'd just thrown
Mike's shirt on when I ran downstairs. Well, you know Mike, so
you know his shirt's big on me, and with the tails hanging
down it really covered me up pretty well when I first
answered the door. But I was in such a hurry I'd forgotten to
button the shirt up, and what with running back from the den
and chasing those coins all over the floor that shirt had
fallen wide open.
"So there I was, Father. Can you imagine it? Stark naked in
front of Tommy Cornelli.
"Yes, just stark naked. My breasts just bouncing
practically in his face, even. He could see everything.
"And he was looking at everything, too. I could see his eyes
take me all in, head to toe. When he looked at my -- down
there, you know -- I could feel myself getting wet all over
again.
"And all he said was, 'Wow, Mrs. Klimaszewski.' Can you
believe it? Still calling me Mrs. Klimaszewski? Isn't that so
darling?"
"I guess I should have just wrapped the shirt back around
myself and sent him on home. I know that's what I should have
done. But I couldn't help myself, Father. It had been so long
since I'd had a man. Tommy isn't really a man, not yet, but I
could see a bulge in the crotch of his pants so I knew he had
what I needed.
"And so here comes my sin, Father. Instead of wrapping
that shirt back around me, I just took it right off and stood
right there in front of that little boy, absolutely nude. I think
he gasped.
"I could see he was a little frightened, so I took control. I
walked right up to him and kissed him, smack on the mouth. I
even used my tongue. And I took one of his hands in mine and
put it right on my breast.
"He was shivering a little, but it didn't take long before he
was rubbing me all over while I pulled off his clothes.
"That Tommy is quite a fine young man, Father. Not skinny,
like some his age. He's got nice muscles, and he keeps himself
clean and he's -- he's VERY mature, if you know what I mean.
Heavens, it looked like he had a flagpole!
"And was it so very wrong, what I did, Father? I mean, it's
not like Tommy didn't want to. Really, if he'd ever said no --
well, if he'd ever said anything -- I would have stopped right
there. But he didn't say no. He didn't say anything. And so I had
him lie down on the couch, on his back. And I got right on top
of him, and I put my hole right over his pole, and I let myself
ease down onto him.
"Oh, Father, it was so good! I was so wet, he slid right in!
And he seemed to know just what to do. Of course, I did most
of the work at first, sliding up and down on his pole. But he
got the idea right away and started humping his hips right
back up at me, burying himself inside me. It was wonderful!
"Can you imagine it, Father? Can you see what it was like?
That young, innocent boy pushing his pole right into me, over
and over and over again, deep into my hot, wet hole? And I
was bouncing up and down on top of him, screaming and
yelling I don't know what, just having the time of my life.
"Even so he was so young, his cock -- uh, I mean, his pole
felt so good. It's true what they say, Father, that size doesn't
matter.
"And it was so exciting to know I was his first. I got so
hot thinking about how he was a virgin. I think that's the best
sex ever, being someone's first time. I don't think I could ever
say no to a man who said I would be his first.
"Anyway, Tommy came quickly, but that was OK. I just got
off of him and started sucking on his rod, taking it all the
way into my mouth, licking it and sucking on it hard. Before
you know it, he was hard again!
"That time I got on my back and spread my legs for him,
and he put it into me. It was even better than the first time,
because he lasted forever. That little boy just about wore me
out, jabbing that stiff pole of his into my hole over and over
again. Can you imagine what he must have been feeling,
Father? Here he was, a virgin, and his first time is with a
woman like me. You can bet I showed him every trick I knew
before we were through, and he looked darn glad to learn
them.
"Well, that's my sin, Father, and it wasn't really such a bad
one, was it? I mean, after all, my Mike is going to be gone for
a whole 'nother week, and you just can't expect a girl to last
that long without some help. Yes, that's right, he'll be gone all
next week. I'll be all by myself."
It was tough to control my breathing enough to gasp out
her penance. I'm afraid I may have told her to say 10 Male
Hairies. I didn't quite know what I was saying. Carol is such a
trial.
She seemed to linger in the booth for several minutes
after I blessed her. When she finally left, I collapsed against
the wall and fanned myself for several minutes. When I
flicked on the light long enough to glance at my watch, I saw
that it was past time for confessions, but to be honest, I was
afraid to leave in case she was still out there, waiting for
me. I just turned the light off and huddled there in the dark. It
seemed much hotter than before.
I must have been there for a good 10 minutes when I heard
the booth door opening again. I was surprised to hear Sister
Stephanie's voice coming through the grille.
"Sister? Is that you?"
"Hi, Father Prestwick. I mean, uh, bless me, Father, for I
have ..."
"But, Sister, it's after hours. I..."
"Yeah, but I saw you still had the light on over your door. I
was out all day helpin' out a soup kitchen they're startin' up,
and I didn't have time to get back for confession, but I
thought I'd just stop in for a prayer when I saw it. I'm sorry if
I'm keepin' you from something. I mean, I can ..."
"No, that's all right, Sister," I said with a sigh. "You just
go on with it. This shouldn't take long, I presume."
And it shouldn't have. Sister Stephanie -- she insists
people call her Sister Steve, but I find that difficult -- is a
bit, well, unusual, for a nun, but she rarely steps far enough
from the true path to have much to confess.
In fact, this time, she was through her list in just a
couple of minutes. I suspected that with Father Dowling she'd
spend more time in philosophical discussion, but she and I
never had been very close.
Normally, after a confession, I just hand out the penance
and bless them. But I was still shaken by Carol's story. That's
all I can figure out, anyway, to explain what happened next.
You see, I asked Sister Stephanie if she was sure she had
made a full confession. She seemed taken aback by my
question, so I tried to reassure her.
"I'm not suggesting that you have intentionally avoided
anything, Sister," I said. "But it's my job to make sure. And
certainly it is in your best interest to make sure, too?"
"Yes, Father," she said, and then there was a little pause.
"But I'm not sure I know what you mean. I did think over
things before I came in, like always. I..."
"I'm sure you did. But there is nothing wrong with a little
help. I'll just ask you a few questions, and I'm sure we will
get through this smoothly. Is that all right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess..."
"Fine. Now, Sister -- Steve, can you recall ever wishing
harm to anyone -- since your last confession, of course."
"Like I told you, I did have some bad thoughts about ..."
"Yes, you did say that. But that was just wishing that
person would be caught by the police. There is nothing wrong
with wanting justice to win out. I'm talking about wishing
evil about someone -- someone who had done you wrong,
perhaps?"
"No, Father, I don't remember..."
"Not even some driver who splashed you with water at a
curb? A parishioner in a bad mood? No one?"
"Well, I don't remember, but that might have happened. But
I'm sure if it did, I stopped thinkin' it right away."
"Yes, but you see, just a few moments ago you were sure
there had been nothing at all. I think we should go on." I
leaned against the grille, trying to make out her outline amid
the shadows. "Did you ever, just to yourself, take the Lord's
name in vain?"
"No way! Well, maybe -- no, that doesn't count."
I tsk-tsked her in gentle remonstrance. "Now, Sister, this
has to be a full confession."
"Well, I may have said the D-word once or twice -- to
myself, I mean -- and, you know, it might have had a 'God' in
front of it -- but I didn't mean it. Father, I don't mean to be
arguing, but when I confess to Father Dowling we usually talk
about more, um, more -- oh, I don't know, more important
stuff?"
I smiled in the darkness. "Yes. I understand. Something
more important than cursing the Lord's name. Well, let me
think. Ah, this may work. Sister, did you at any time break
your vow of chastity?"
"Father!"
"Now, Sister Steve, you are aware that the vow is not
merely one of physical chastity. I am certainly aware of the
heavy burden that vow is. Are you certain that at no time you
had any impure thoughts?"
"I wouldn't..."
"When that plumber came to the rectory last week, you
seemed to linger over your talk with Father Dowling. That
wouldn't have had anything to do with the fact that the
plumber was a young, rather muscular man given to working
with his shirt off, would it?"
I could hear Sister Stephanie draw in her breath sharply.
There was a long pause.
"Well, I might have admired his, um, his physique -- but
there's nothing wrong with that, is there? I didn't do nothing."
Her voice quavered.
"Perhaps not -- but how far did your admiration go? Did
you admire him as a specimen of art, or as a man?"
There was a thump against the grille; a wisp of hair came
through the bars and brushed against my forehead. "As a man,"
came the weak reply.
"I see. And did you just admire him, or did you have any
thoughts about going further?"
"No..." Her reply was barely a whisper.
"Nothing at all? You didn't imaging brushing your hands
against his chest? Stroking his arms? Placing your cheek
against his?"
"No, no -- Yes!" She sniffed as if she were trying to hold
back her tears.
"Now, Sister, remember, all sins may be forgiven. All you
need do is give a full and contrite confession, and I will help
you do that. Gather your strength, Sister. Shall I give you a
few minutes?" She asked me to go on. "Very well. Now tell
me, exactly, what did you imagine yourself doing?"
"I -- I -- What you said, Father. And I thought about havin'
his arms around me, too. And kissing me -- he looked so
strong, but gentle."
"Was there any more?"
"Do we really have to do this?"
I let the silence be my reply.
"I understand. Well, that was all, really it was -- for the
afternoon, when I saw him. But later that night, when I was
tryin' to get to sleep, I thought about him again. Only this
time, I wondered what he looked like ..."
The pause stretched into a minute before she went on.
"... naked. Oh, Father, I know I shouldn't! But how can I
stop? How do you do it, Father? You know how things are
today -- sex is all over the place! And I'm not in any cloister
-- though I hear even those nuns had their problems. But I'm
out there everyday, surrounded by all those pictures and
movies and stories and -- well, how do you do it?"
It seemed to be getting even hotter inside my little
cubicle. I wiped a thin film of sweat off my brow as I paused
to think over my strategy. I was too close to mess it up now.
I decided on a stern approach for now. "We are not here to
discuss me, Sister. Please remember that. I am here as your
confessor, not your friend. Nothing you say to me can leave
this confessional, so you are to be completely open and
honest. Don't hold anything back. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, Father."
"Now. You said you thought about what that man looked
like naked. What were you doing when you had those
thoughts?"
"Huh?"
"You were in bed, you said. Thinking of a naked man. Did
you touch yourself?"
I heard a faint whisper and demanded she speak louder.
"Yes!" she said, the word ringing against the well-polished
wood. "Yes, I did touch myself."
"Where?"
"Father!"
I knew I was at the very edge now; too harsh and her
native stubbornness would flare up; too gentle and we would
back away, never to return. I couldn't decide what to say.
Miraculously, silence proved to be the perfect choice.
"I touched myself ..."
I held my breath.
"... down there. On my cu-- my vagina."
"What did it feel like?"
"It felt good. I was so hot, Father. I rubbed myself and it
got all wet. I..."
"Tell me everything."
"I even put my fingers -- inside. Oh, it was so good. I knew
it was the wrong thing, but I couldn't help it, I swear! Once I
started rubbing I couldn't stop. My hips started bucking up and
everything was just a blur. I touched my breasts, my nipples,
I even put my wet fingers into my mouth and sucked them off
one by one!"
By now I had a raging erection. As quietly as I could, I
unzipped my pants and slid them and my shorts down around
my ankles. While Sister Stephanie went on, graphically
describing her frenzied masturbation, I began to stroke
myself. Soon I was near ejaculation, but I stopped. I had
something better in mind.
As she paused to take a breath, I broke in to her
monologue.
"That's very good, Sister. It's good that you are telling me
this. There is no shame before God. Now, tell me, what you did
that night: Did it satisfy your needs?"
"It was good, Father. But -- no, it did not. I still think
about what it would be like -- to be with a man."
"That would be better, would it? To have a man? To have
his penis inside you?"
"Yes."
"Are you thinking about what it would feel like now? To
have a man's hard penis inside your vagina, filling you up,
pressing into you again and again?"
"Yes! Oh, yeah!"
"It would be good, Sister Steve, wouldn't it? You can feel
that man now, pushing up your skirt, tearing off your panties,
pressing his fingers into your sex? Feel that hard penis
spreading you apart, driving into you, deeper, deeper! Feel it,
Sister Steve! Feel it!"
There was a loud, sharp clattering noise. And then a shaft
of light shot into my cubicle as the door was flung open.
Almost silhouetted in the opening, I could see Sister
Stephanie. She was in her usual habit, a dark dress and
jacket, a white turtleneck, her veil perched high enough on
her head to reveal a shock of auburn hair. As the door closed
behind her I saw her peel off her jacket and kick off her flat-
heeled shoes.
I reached out for her in the darkness. In such close
quarters I couldn't miss. I pulled her to me tightly, pressing
my lips to hers. Our tongues quickly met and we grappled
together, suckling each other's neck.
Sister Stephanie straddled my lap. Her hands discovered
my already erect and eager penis, and she grasped it and
stroked it gently, using my pre-cum as a lotion.
Lust was bubbling inside me stronger than any emotion
before. "I -- can't -- wait," I managed to gasp, pawing
underneath her dress for her simple cotton panties.
"Then let's not," she whispered in my ear. She stood up
just long enough to pull off her panties and then sat on my lap
again, hoisting up her dress so my penis rode along her
smooth, flat stomach.
Faster than I had expected, a strong musky odor rose
around us and I felt a hot, slick liquid oozing out as Sister
Stephanie's virginal opening ground into my lap. With a wiry
athleticism, she lifted herself up and placed her wet hole
atop my burgeoning penis. She sank down -- agonizingly
slowly -- and I felt her lips spread around my shaft and close
tightly on it, gripping it in a slippery velvet vise. Partway in,
I felt a sudden resistance, and from a long-ago class in the
seminary I remembered a bizarrely colored anatomical
diagram showing female reproductive organs, with the thin
hymen guarding virginity.
Even as the memory came, though, Sister Stephanie rose
up and crashed down onto me, sending my penis ripping
through her as she landed in my lap. A sudden, sharp pain on
my shoulder startled me, until I realized that it was she,
biting me in her pain.
Perhaps it was the combination of that bite, the loss of
my own virginity, and the long minutes of anticipation that
had brought us to that moment, but scarce seconds went by
before I felt a warm gush of fluid erupt within me.
An orgasm! I was mortified. Sister Stephanie had just
begun to recover from the opening of her hymen and I could
feel the muscles of her vagina beginning to ripple against my
now shrinking penis. I buried my face in her shoulder, and I
believe a few tears trickled down onto the soft, dark cloth
there.
"Sister, forgive me," I said quietly. "I could not control it.
I..."
Without a word, she slipped off me. I pulled my head back,
letting it drop with a thud against the wall of the
confessional. I closed my eyes, expecting the lights of the
church to flare against them any second as Sister Stephanie
crept away.
Instead of leaving, however, she did a wondrous thing.
Kneeling before me, in what must have been a very awkward
position in that tiny cell, she again took my penis in her
hands. It was a shriveled, sorry thing, and I felt shamed to
have her touch it.
But then she leaned against my knees and I felt the warm
wetness of her tongue sliding around the tip of my shaft.
Before I knew it, my penis was responding to her
ministrations, growing larger even as she opened her mouth
and took me inside.
Larger, ever larger my penis grew, while Sister Stephanie
virtually inhaled its length, keeping her lips pressed tight
around it while her tongue played up and down, around and
around. So intense was the feeling that I pressed my hands
onto her veil, trying to push even deeper into her hot mouth.
Soon, though, she lifted her head. I groaned as my penis
fell free of her mouth, but it went wanting for just a moment.
There was a rustle of cloth, and then I heard Sister
Stephanie's dress fall softly to the floor. A snap, and her bra
followed.
Dark as it was, my eyes strained to make out her form.
Just a thin line of light slipped under the door of the booth,
but long hours in the confessional had allowed my pupils to
grow accustomed to the dimness. I could make out, though
fuzzily, the slim, shapely curves of the young nun before me.
Her legs waved before me as she peeled off the black
stockings she always wore, and as she turned to maneuver in
the cramped space I saw faintly the gentle swell of her
breast -- though that may have just been my imagination
drawing pictures on the shadows. As my eyes moved upward,
though, I definitely saw a swatch of white across her head:
she still wore the demure veil of her order as she boldly
placed her hands on my shoulders, lifted herself up and once
again impaled her body on my now rock-hard penis.
Words cannot describe the incredible feeling as her tight,
hot vagina closed around my shaft, and then almost at once
lifted off and plunged down again. In an instant I took up the
rhythm, thrusting upward to meet her again and again.
For all the emotion of the moment, though, I could not help
but ask the question that was burning in my mind.
"Sister Stephanie," I said, in between thrusts, "where did
you learn to do that -- with your mouth?"
"I wasn't always a nun." She punctuated the statement by
grinding herself down onto me; that felt even better and I
moaned in appreciation. "I grew up in a rough neighborhood,
remember?"
"Yes, but -- but you were a virgin!"
"Yeah, well, how do you think I managed that? Any halfway
decent-looking girl around was gonna get hit on by some big
bruiser sooner or later. So when my turn came, I talked him
into letting me do him with my mouth, instead. Only I hadn't
counted on him telling all his friends about it, and all of them
wanting in on the deal, too. So by the time I got good enough
at fighting to keep them away, I'd gotten pretty good at
something else, too."
She leaned against me. The sweat now pouring off our
bodies in the little cubicle lubricated us as her small, but
firm breasts, the nipples quite erect, rubbed against my
chest. She began to tease me with her tongue, flicking it in
and out of my ears, nuzzling my neck, tantalizing but never
quite kissing me. After a while I fought back, driving my
penis into her harder and harder until I had to hold her tightly
to keep her from bouncing off. Our passion clearly wore away
any remnants of clerical reserve, and I fear we uttered words
never before used in that sanctuary.
"Fuck me!" Sister Stephanie shouted, in fact, several
times. I dare say I said as much, or even worse, if that's
possible. I really don't remember clearly. Just the feel of her
slick walls sliding up and down my shaft, over and over, each
time sending a new shiver of ecstasy from that sensitive skin
clear through my entire body.
I was astounded to find that this time, my orgasm seemed
ages away. Several times I thought I was on the brink, but the
sensation would get so intense that I couldn't stand it and I
would have to squeeze Sister Stephanie to me tightly, holding
her down while i recovered. That seemed to have a delaying
action, and many, many minutes went by and still I had not
yet -- cum, I think they call it.
But Sister Stephanie began to moan louder and louder, her
profane words dissolving into incoherent grunts as she rode
me faster and faster. And then, all at once, she became as
rigid as a plank -- and then exploded into a quivering tremor,
and stiffened again. She went on like that for a minute or two
before she calmed down, and admitted under my questioning
that she had indeed had an orgasm herself. I gather that is not
always the case with women.
In any event, she seemed to be exhausted by the process,
and though my penis was still quite enlarged she lifted
herself off and eased herself onto the cool tile floor. Her
breathing was quite heavy -- as was my own, I admit -- and
she said that she needed air. I don't know if she was thinking
clearly at that point, for she opened the confessional door,
crawling on her stomach out toward the cool, clear air of the
church proper.
The breeze that swept in as the door opened was indeed
refreshing, but by now my body was under the complete thrall
of my penis, which was not yet satisfied. I believe it got even
harder and longer, in fact, when the church lights allowed me
to see the pale, smooth skin of Sister's body, the rounded
mounds of her buttocks, with the dark black stripe of her veil
adding a very tantalizing touch, plastered as it was by the
sweat to her back.
Inexperienced as I was at such matters, I wasn't sure
what I was thinking would work, but my lust drove me onto
my knees and I grabbed Sister Stephanie's thighs, spreading
them apart and pulling them around my waist. Startled, she
clawed at the smooth tiles briefly, but as the tip of my shaft
made contact with her sodden vaginal opening she relaxed and
I slid in easily.
Kneeling on the hard tiles was somewhat uncomfortable,
but fortunately I had had much experience with that through
long years in the Church. I was able to ignore the pain and
concentrate on the delightful sensations as I again thrust
deep into Sister's body, kneading her sides, clutching at her
breasts, feasting on her sensuality.
At last I felt a burning sensation within, and again the
warm blast of fluid jetted through my penis and spurted into
her. Twice, and once more, my penis throbbed as a gush of
semen squirted out, and then I collapsed onto her.
"That was great," Sister Stephanie murmured, lifting her
chin onto her hands and shifting to take some of my weight
off of her. I slid a hand to her breast again, giving it a
grateful squeeze in response.
"Are you two going to lie there all night?"
The familiar voice boomed above us. We both looked
straight ahead first, and noticed what must have been there
for several minutes at least -- the blunt, black shoes of the
pastor, Father Frank Dowling. I shuddered as my eyes lifted,
knowing that I would see a hateful glare in his eyes.
But before I got that far, my gaze was arrested halfway,
as I saw his meaty fists fumble and at last take down his
pants.
But that part of the story is for Father Frank to confess.
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From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
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Subject: Celestial Repost CBS Evening News (MIKE42)
Date: 1 Oct 1996 02:52:44 GMT
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CBS EVENING NEWS: And That's the Way It Is
By Uncle Mike
"...and still the fighting goes on."
Dan gave the camera his best somber stare until the red light
blinked off. Then, as had become his habit recently, he quickly
rolled his chair back a few feet. It looked, he hoped, like just a
little relaxation between segments. It was, however, really a
chance to get a better look at Connie's lovely legs, unfortunately
hidden from his view at the anchor desk. It still rankled a little
that the bosses had forced a co-anchor on him, and he didn't
think much of Connie's journalistic abilities. But he had to admit
she was quite a looker. There was enough to look at for three
eyes with good stuff left over for a fourth, as folks back home
in Texas might say. Connie Chung was one good hunk of woman.
She had a perfect face, of course, with that incredibly
smooth, ageless skin that seems to be the particular gift of
Asian women. And Dan had always loved the Asian look of a thick
head of black hair; you wanted to bury yourself in it and not
come out 'til winter. She had a very nice body, too -- bigger
breasts even than most Occidentals, and a thin waist. But what
he admired most were her legs -- legs with perfect curves, legs
that went on forever, legs that made you want to climb right in
between them and ... his eyebrows rose slightly and he pulled
them back down as he realized Connie was talking to him.
"So then Dave asked me about ... I'm sorry, Dan, was I
interrupting a thought?"
He waved off her apology. "No, I'm sorry, I was just
daydreaming. You were saying something about ... Dave?"
"Letterman, Dan. I was on his show today, remember? And he
was asking me about Maury and ... and, you know, the baby.
Anyway, I was saying that I'll have to watch the show tonight to
see what I said. I really don't remember. I must have made some
kind of joke, because I do remember Dave laughing. But I can't
think of what it was, because inside I was so upset. Just before
I went on, I got a call..."
The floor director's hand gesture snapped them both back to
their places.
=== === === ===
"... but the president will have the last word, his advisers
say."
Again Dan slid back. This time he was paying attention as
Connie turned toward him.
"Where was I? Oh, yes. I had just gotten a call from one of
our doctors. The tests were negative again. Poor Maury. He tries
so hard, he's gone through so many procedures -- well, we both
have, I guess -- but nothing works. And he blames himself. Does
that seem fair? It's not his fault that his sperm aren't fast
enough or strong enough or just plain enough, is it? How would
you feel, Dan? If it were you, I mean?"
Dan's eyebrows rose sharply as he searched for an answer. He
wasn't used to people asking him about his sperm, especially not
sexy co-anchors. Having a woman in the newsroom really was a
mixed blessing, he thought. He mumbled something non-
committal and sighed inwardly when the floor director's hand
signals wig-wagged again.
=== === === ===
This time Dan barely got out his closing words before Connie
started talking again; he was half afraid they'd go out over the
air.
"If it was your sperm, Dan, how would you feel?"
"I... uh... I guess I don't know, Connie. I never really had any
problems in that... that area, myself."
"No? Not ever?"
Dan tried to picture having this conversation with Walter
Cronkite, say, or Brokaw, or Safer. Well, maybe with Safer. But
probably it wouldn't have given him an erection like the one he
now realized was throbbing in his pants. He tried to ignore it
and give Connie some kind of answer.
"Never. I guess I just got good genes." He flashed a smile. "At
least no one's ever complained."
"Oh, well, as far as that goes, Maury's very good," Connie
said, leaning close and beginning to speak in a whisper. "In bed, I
mean. There's no problem with his equipment. It's just his sperm
that can't do it."
Dan stood up, getting a whiff of her perfume as he did. "Right,
well, then. None of that's been a problem for me. Either... area.
So, good show tonight, don't you think?"
"What? Oh, I guess so." Connie stood up too and followed him
off the set. As they entered the hallway to their dressing rooms,
she put a hand on his shoulder. He felt his cock twitch.
"Dan, could we talk about this a little more? I've got some
Cokes and waters in the fridge in my dressing room. I just need
someone to talk to. OK?"
"All right," Dan said, surprising himself. Now what have I
gotten myself into?, he asked himself as he stepped inside. What
are we going to talk about next, her periods? Her favorite
tampon? He shuddered at the thought.
But he sat down on the black leather couch -- noting to
himself that he'd only gotten a cloth one; he'd have to talk to his
agent about that -- and tried to look interested. After hearing
more about how Maury's sperm couldn't beat a one-legged man in
a cat-kicking contest, Dan was adding boredom to his
discomfort. He tried to cut off her tale of woe.
"Look, why don't you just forget all this and adopt a kid? Lots
of people do."
"I know, but somehow ... well, I just want to have the
experience of having carried the child myself. Maybe that's
selfish ..."
Darn right, Dan thought to himself.
"... but that's just how I feel. And I know what you're going to
say next, too: Why didn't we go to a sperm bank? Well, Maury
might be willing to do that -- but I'd hate to think what the
papers would make of it if they ever found out. And I just don't
believe we could keep it a secret. You know how many people
recognize us on the street, Dan. Imagine what would happen if I
tried to walk into a sperm bank. The stories about how Maury
couldn't do his duty. He'd be mortified."
In spite of himself, Dan was actually beginning to feel a
little sorry for Connie. She was acting like a spoiled brat,
insisting that everything work out perfectly. But he saw a few
tears running down her smooth cheeks; she really wanted a baby.
It was her own fault that she wouldn't try the alternatives, but
still, it was a tough break.
"Look, Connie," he said, "I don't know what I can do for you.
I'm not much good at this kind of talk. But I do want you to know
I feel sorry for you. I hope you and Maury can figure a way to
have that baby."
Connie, whose head had been hanging down as she sat on the
edge of her desk, lifted her eyes.
"I'm so glad you said that! Do you mean it? Oh, I'm sorry, that
was rude. What I mean is, would you be willing to help?"
"Help? I don't know what you mean."
Connie giggled as she slipped off the desk and took a step
toward him. "Oh, sure you do. Come on, Dan, I've seen you looking
at my legs. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
Dan blushed through his makeup while his mind raced to
catch up.
"Don't be embarrassed, Dan," Connie went on. "I appreciate it
when a man admires my legs. They are good, aren't they?" She
lifted the hem of her skirt almost to her crotch, giving him a
full view of the legs encased in sheer black hose. Dan's cock
sprang to attention and prodded at his zipper. Down-home
metaphors eluded him. He could only stare.
Connie let the skirt fall back down as she took another step
toward him. "I ... I'm not sure how to ask you this, Dan," she said.
"But I ... I mean we ... Maury and I ... we really want a baby. And
Maury can't help. And he's too proud adopt, and I'm ... well, I
guess I'm too vain. But we want that baby. And Maury doesn't
have to know."
Dan felt as if he were in some kind of bizarre movie. As he
watched, Connie reached up and began undoing the silver buttons
of her white silk blouse. As it fell away from her body, he saw
her large, round breasts bulging out of her lacy white bra. He
suddenly realized his lips were dry, and he licked them. Connie
smiled.
"I hoped you'd agree," she said, her voice quieter and even
silkier than when she read the news. She slipped out of the
blouse, letting it fall to the floor as she unzipped her black
skirt. It puddled around her ankles; she stepped out of it and
kicked it aside with one of her shiny black high-heeled shoes.
Dan looked her up and down. Connie was short, but perfectly
proportioned, like some erotic doll.
She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. He was
surprised to look down and see his own hands loosening his tie;
he wasn't aware of what they were doing. He watched as his own
hands undid his belt and he stood up; Connie pulled his slacks
and boxers down.
Dan's cock waved in front of that perfect China-doll face,
like the snake tempting Eve. His co-anchor -- he pushed the
word out of his mind -- this beautiful woman, this goddess
kissed the tip of it. He felt an electric spark leap straight to his
brain. In all his years of journalism, nothing like this had ever
happened. Oh, back in the early years there had been some
tawdry women, but they only seduced him in his fantasies. And
it had been years since any young woman had shown him
anything but admiration or respect.
Connie parted her soft red lips slightly as she kissed his
cock up and down. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. His
nostrils flared. The Asian beauty rose to her feet and pressed
her body against his, her firm breasts in their lacy cages
rubbing against his chest as she kissed him, hard, their tongues
tangling.
He fumbled at the catch of her bra; it had been too many
years and he was out of practice, but at last he got it free. She
stepped back from him then, letting the bra fall. Her breasts
were as he had imagined them, lush, full globes capped by large,
dark brown circles and erect nipples.
She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him. Dan bent
down and took them into his mouth one at a time, suckling them
like a newborn.
"Oh, Dan, yes!" Connie moaned, rubbing her fingers in his hair.
And when he had sated himself momentarily, she knelt down
again, this time opening her lips wide to take his cock in. He felt
it slide past her lips and plunge deep into her mouth as her hot
tongue tickled the sensitive underside.
"I've never ... had it so good," he told her, and it was true; not
since a whore back in Amarillo had he gotten head, and she had
been fast and sloppy. Connie was taking her time, and her touch
was exquisite; he had had to back up against the couch so he
could support himself by leaning on it -- her blow job had him
literally weak in the knees.
Just when he thought he was going to shoot his load, Connie
pulled off. He tried to reach out and draw her back, but she
slipped under his grasping hands and stood up again.
Her eyes looking squarely into his, she reached down and
peeled her black panties down, sliding them over the stockings,
leaving the garter belt behind. Her bush was as dark and full as
her hair.
She reached a hand down and plunged two fingers into her
slit. They went in easily; Dan could see she was already wet and
ready. Unintelligible murmurings escaped her lips as she finger-
fucked herself in front of him.
Her head fell back and she began to groan, louder and louder,
as her fingers flew in and out of her pussy. A thick scent of
musk rose around her. Dan's breathing came fast and shallow. In
a minute or two Connie's entire body began to shudder and then,
with a wild shriek, every muscle seemed to let go at once and
she fell forward.
Dan caught her, the force of her fall forcing him back onto
the couch.
He pulled her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, covering
her lips and neck with his greedy mouth.
At last she seemed to recover enough to return his kisses and
her hands roamed up and down his back.
He heard her whisper in his ear, and the sound thrilled him
more than anything ever had. "I want you," she said. "Take me
now, Dan. Take all of me!"
Dan laid her down on the couch and knelt between her legs. He
wanted to take the time to admire the sight, but his cock was
urging him on. Quickly he placed the head of his rod at her hot,
slippery pussy lips, and she urged him on as he drove it in.
His shaft plunged easily between her wet folds, deep into her
tight tunnel. In a fog of lust, Dan drove himself into her up to
the hilt and pulled out again, pistoning into her over and over.
Connie yelped with each downward stroke, her lithe legs
wrapping around his waist, clutching him to her. She was
obviously enjoying herself, and the realization drove Dan to
harder and harder thrusts. For the first time in a long time he
saw himself as a great lover, and the image was strong enough
to make itself a reality. His cock clove her pussy lips again and
again, twisting this way and that. She began to writhe beneath
him, her hands beating against the cushions, her heels digging
into his ass as she pressed him deeper into her.
From time to time Connie's loud moans resolved into
recognizable phrases: "Deeper! Deeper! Oh, god, Dan, fuck me! Yes!
God, yes, fuck me harder! Oh, god, that's good!"
To Dan's astonishment, he felt her begin to shudder beneath
him. Could she be...
"I'm coming!" she shouted, and he knew it was true. Her body
stiffened and released once, twice, a third time, all
accompanied by bellows that he was sure would be heard by
everyone on the floor. But he was past caring as he drove his
hard cock into her cunt, feeling his own orgasm begin to build.
Connie apparently could feel it too, as his shaft grew bigger
and harder within her, for she bucked up him furiously, her tits
bouncing around like pinballs. "Cum in me!" she shouted, her
fingernails digging into his back as she clutched at him. "Give
me all of your cum! I want to have your baby! Please, please,
make me a baby!"
By then Dan couldn't hear or see, for his mind was lost in
passion as he felt the jism boil out of his balls and explode
through his shaft into Connie's cunt. Load after load shot out of
him. "I'm cumming!" he told her, though she didn't need the clue.
As the first jet of hot cum entered her she had spun off into an
orgasm of her own, shouting as a fit of ecstasy rode her to
exhaustion.
Dan collapsed on top of her as his cock shriveled, and he lay
there several minutes before he felt his strength returning.
Muscles still a bit stiff, he groaned quietly as he pushed himself
to his knees and eased himself off the couch.
But before he could do any more, Connie reached out a silky
leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him back down onto the
couch. Like a magician, she made his cock rise again with an
expert blow-job. This time he took her from behind, like an
animal, his hands mauling her massive tits as he slammed his
cock into her sopping wet pussy. He came again, hard, and her
pulsing cunt lips milked him dry.
Then, to his utter astonishment, she brought him back to life
a third time, a thing that had never happened to him before. This
time he was too tired to do anything more than sit up on the
couch, so she squatted over him and lowered herself onto his
hard shaft, doing all the work as she pounded away until yet
another wave of cum poured into her sodden cunt.
At last she let him go. Connie had to help Dan get into his
clothes; his hands were shaking slightly and he couldn't seem to
get the buttons into the proper holes. She gave him one last
deep, wet kiss, that he felt down to his toes, and squeezed his
ass cheeks as he turned to go. At the door he took one last look
back at her perfect, naked body. Her face wore a Mona Lisa smile
of utter contentment. Words failed him.
"Until next time," she whispered. Dan closed the door and
stood in the hall outside. Next time?!
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From: Sergio Mantilla <s-mantil@isis.uniandes.edu.co>
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Subject: Re: What is this Macarena s**t?! (was Re: Go to Prison FAST !!... )
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 19:24:12 -0700
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Pete Dinnella wrote:
>
> lacrima@juno.com (Lacrima) wrote:
>
> >Reposting article removed by rogue canceller.
>
> >Rev. Ras LeDrow did proclaim:
> >>You ain't seen nothin' yet, Suzie-Q--wait till the "Macarena"
> >>gets here!!
> >><g>
> >>The Right Rev. Ras LeD
>
> > This "Macarena" thing is haunting me ! The other day I turned on some
> >stupid talk-show/newsmag thing, and they were talking about this. Then I
> >was flipping thru a magazine at the grocery check-out and see an article
> >about "How to Macarena Your Way to Fitness" or some such crap. Then I was
> >talking with my 14 y.o. daughter and mentioned The Word, and she busts into
> >a little dance on the spot. Now I see a reference to it on a.g.! Aaaahhhhg!
> >Two days ago I was blissfully ignorant that such a thing even existed, now
> >I feel hopelessly inundated by "The Dance Craze That is Sweeping The
> >Nation(tm)".
> > Please don't tell me that there are actually people who perform this
> >act in public, and clubs where they are permitted to do so...
> > Lacrima
>
> I guess you didn't see the democratic national convention a few weeks
> ago. With all the problems in this country, education, welfare,
> scholl kids with guns....... the first thing these people did was
> dance that macky-lacky thing. Like there wasn't a care in the world.
> Just a bunch of grinning airheads haveing a great time dancing at
> their $1000 a plate party. I never heard what the prez had to say, as
> I was so disgusted by such a blantant display of smugness and
> disregard of the current state of this "union" that I had to turn it
> off.
>
> Must be nice to have the time to enjoy "The Dance Craze That is
> Sweeping The Nation(tm)" and not have to worry about paying tuition.
>
> Pete D
The Macarena thing is a Spanish 90«s dance music, pretty boring...
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From: OSCAR PIEDRASANTA <alta@web.apc.org>
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Subject: Re: What is this Macarena s**t?! (was Re: Go to Prison FAST !!... )
Date: 1 Oct 1996 12:17:19 GMT
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I don't think your point of view is objective, a lot of Americans and
other people from different countries like this special song.
I love it and I listen to this song every day.
Sincerely,
Oscarito
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From: kari@niko.unl.edu (Kari E. Benson)
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Subject: Re: What is this Macarena s**t?! (was Re: Go to Prison FAST !!... )
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In article <52bhuu$bs2@access1.digex.net> jimb@access1.digex.net (Jim Brooking) writes:
Heh... Well, it's one of the songs my fiancee and I have blacklisted from
our wedding reception. The no-no list also includes such aural abominations
as Celebration, The Chicken Dance, and the Electric Slide.
--
jimb@access.digex.net | Capt. Joseph A. McElroy, USMC (Ret.)
North Arlington, VA | 1938-1996 "Goodbye, Marine."
Oh my, does this mean that you *will* submit to YMCA by the Village
People???!! Gasp!
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><>
><> Nebraska Behavioral Biology Group
><> ><> University of Nebraska-Lincoln
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kari@niko.unl.edu
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From: Sven <sven@12-yr.old.lust>
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Subject: Re: What is this Macarena s**t?! (was Re: Go to Prison FAST !!... )
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This song is better than anything bach or Beethoven ever could have
written, and carries a message of deep meaning from which we can all
find life fulfillment-if you would only listen!
I listen to it 5 times each day before prayers to Allah.
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This is another in the continuing story of my fantesys. If you are
offended by this, go on to the next posting...
If you are offended by non consentual sex, violance, S&M ... ETC
then go on to the next posting.
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TORTURE BOTIQUE
By Paladin
Cynthia was a drop dead beautiful. She knew it. She reveled in
the knowledge that she could by the shake of her well rounded
ass, or a giggle of her tits, get her way in almost anything. She
had been spoiled rotten by a doting father and now she was
happy with her new divorce settlement.
She found it sickening that her wimpy husband wanted *SEX* from
her without a sizable present and suitable amount of begging
time. She took him to the cleaners with a female lawyer and she
now had enough to retire out of the work force. A lady of leisure
for all time to come.
She spent her days in the pursuits of the rich, but it got to be
soo boring. This week it was shopping for something to wear. True
she had closets full of dresses but she 'needed' more, she always
thought she needed more.
She saw a new exclusive shop in the upscale section of town. She
parked her car in the valet lot and strolled to the new shop.
She reached the shop and was impressed by the thick oak door with
brass hinges and the solid brass handles. The window
proclaimed "T's Boutique" in broad gold letters. She struggled
with the heavy door and went into the shop.
The carpeting was soo thick that she seemed to sink in to her
knees. Yes this was the place for her. She looked over the small
exclusive offerings and was impressed. A sales girl appeared and
offered her something to drink. She declined. Her attention was
taken with a form fitting gold lama sheath dress.
She informed the clerk that she would try this one on, and went
into the fitting room. She removed her dress and started to try
on the shimmering creation. The helpful clerk looked over the
dress and exclaimed,
"This one has a defect. I will have to get another one for you.
Please accept our apology. As this dress has a built in bra
please remove yours and I will be back in one minute."
Well she had apologized so Cynthia would wait and try this
exquisite dress but she would demand a discount for the
inconvenience of this wait. She removed her bra and waited for
the girls return. It was not long and she had the gold material
over her arm. With the left arm over her tits, she reached for the
captivating creation.
"Let me help you so that you do not damage your beautiful
hairdo. Please turn around. Now reach up with your arms so I can
slide the dress down over your head." The girl explained.
Yes that was true. Cynthia wanted to preserve her do. She turned
and raised her hands to the ceiling of the small dressing room and
the girl lowered the material over her head. Darkness descended
over her eyes but she expected to be seen again in the shimmering
gold lama. She would be a knock out. why with this she could get a
richer wimp to milk, then she could fo to Paris and really find
creations like this............
She could not find the arm holes as the covering descended and
covered her to the waist. Something is wrong with this. Seriously
wrong so she started to struggle. She tried to shift to find the
non existent holes and she felt a belt sealing her in this tight
sheath with her arms, and upper body trapped inside.
"What the hell is going on get this thing off me you bitch." she
screamed, but she was not sure her voice was heard from the
imprisoning sack encasing her head and arms.
She then felt cool hands on her panty elastic and the hands got
them to her knees before she turned and tried to kick the girl.
Blind and at a disadvantage she did not connect and was rewarded
with a swat to her ass. She was pushed and fell to the floor. The
panties tangled her legs and made it easy for her ankles to be
cuffed and the panties torn off. Hands stood her up and sought
the folds of Cynthia's cunt.
She tried to shake off the insistent hands to her privates and
they stopped, and she heard a swishing sound followed by a loud
pop when the thick leather belt found her naked ass. She
screamed and sought to turn and protect her ass. She received
another stroke to her thighs. No matter how she turned or bent
over she could not dodge the relentless strokes from the unseen
but surely felt belt. The ankle cuffs with their 1 foot snubbing
chain hindered any further attempts at kicking her attacker.
Finally she sensed a lull in the beating and the hands returned
to her now subdued cunt. She relinquished possession to the hands
and only shuttered when then found and manipulated her clit. She
had never been treated so but to stop the strap she surrender
her self importance.
"Now that is a good obedient little pussy. You just spread those
bony legs so I can see what you have to offer." a female voice
said.
Cynthia reluctantly spread her knees some and the hand at her
pussy lips pinched her right labia and ordered, "I said open as
wide as those knees will go. Now bitch or I'll tear it off and
then have to even it up with the removal of the other one."
Cynthia wanted to argue that she could not with her ankles
snubbed but the twisting of her lip convinced her she could do
more and she did. She had to bend over and open up for this girls
inspection. When she got free she would kill this bitch, she
thought.
"What do you think? Will it will train well or should we just sew
it up after pumping in a hundred or so pounds of concrete, and
take her for a one way boat ride?" the female voice said.
"I don't know. I want it plucked and then I'll decide. Let me see
the tits." A male voice said. A MAN NO it was bad enough that a
woman had her like this but a man. NO NO...........
The hands forced her up right and she felt the bag stiffen over
head as a "D"" ring on top of the nylon sack was hooked to an over
head hook. Hands found zippers in the sack and she felt cool air
flow over her delicate orbs. A hand grabbed her right nipple and
pulled it out and up for inspection. Another rough hand seized
the whole tit and began squeezing it like it was a cantaloupe in
a fruit market.
Cynthia screamed "OWOW OW Stop that let me alone. Don't hurt me."
The hand withdrew it's inspection.
The leather belt brought the screams again but for different
reasons. Her belly and legs received the unwanted attention.
When the strokes ceased she stood and endured the
perusal of both her precious tits, with no more thought of
complaints.
She had never been soo humiliated in her life. She was not a
human. She had been reduced to a collection of sex parts. This
could not be happening to her. She should fight, .... object ....
Then she remembered the belt. Maybe a sex object wasn't soo bad,
for right now.
She stood and endured. She would bring suite against the
management tomorrow. She would ..... why was her cunt juicing??
She could not be becoming aroused with this treatment of her
privates!!!
"The tits are good, won't need too much silicone to get them to a
respectable size. Take her out and get her shorn so I can see if
the cunt is worth the trouble." the male voice said.
She felt a stinging as the clips were attached to her nipples and
a tug to them forced her to hobble in the direction of the pull.
The pulling stopped when she herd....
"Oh yea use some silicone in the nipple area to make up stand up
better." the male voice called as she was reluctantly lead out of
the fitting room by her tits.
The cool female hand returned to her cunt as she was lead she
knew not where. It sought to stroke her pussy lips and clit.
"I bet this sticky mess you call a cunt will proved to be all
warped and out of shape. Or is it a tight one that has got low
mileage??" the voice inquired.
She shuttered but did not attempt to answer as she remembered the
belt on the previous occasions. Why was she dripping like and old
faucet?
After a couple of turns she was turned around, forced on her back,
and her legs raised to her head. The ankle snubbing chain was
joined to the "D" ring on top of the sack with a pad lock and the
voice announced.
"I got another customer for you Blanch. Shave and pluck these
hairs around the ass hole as he don't like his bitches hairy
down there. You know bad for business or something." her female
tormentor said.
"I know what you mean. He want this one ringed or what?" came
another female voice.
"Not yet. It is too hairy to see if it is worth the trouble to
train. I think from the data we have on it we should just pump
it full of concrete, sew it up and throw her in the lake. They
really think about the use of their pussies then. At that time
they would cut the dam thing off and give it to anyone just to
spend one more minute in the air." her tormentor said.
Synthia felt a firm pair of competent hands take hold of her
neither lips and spread and manipulate them.
"Now I don't think this one is like the others he will let me sink
in the lake. This is a low mileage one. It could really train up
nice if conditions are right," the new female voice said. "Lookie
here this is a really sweet clit. I bet he lets me ring it right
away. See it stiffen up just by our discussion. I bet we all get
a whole lot of use out of this cunt. Lookie here. This is positively
a river in the cunt. This cunt is a comer, I tell you."
The cunts owner felt a wave of relief flow over her and then shame at
the viewing of her flow. They would not sink her in the lake, but what
was this about her clit and what got into her cunt????.
The hands roamed over the cunt inside and out. The she felt the
foam and the scraping of the raiser removing her bush. She was
losing her badge of femininity to these unseen bitches but she
could do nothing and she felt soo aroused she almost came.
"Hold still little cunt or I might remove some of your works,"
came the voice. "Boris would not like that and he might just
write you off."
Cynthia stiffened and held her breath for the close shaving. She
felt a wave of relief as the razor was removed but then she felt
the tug of the tweezers on her hidden ass hole covering hair. She
screamed and shifted from side to side but in her position Blanch
had no problems plucking out the reluctant hairs from their home.
"There all nice and shinny like a babies but only bigger. You got
the Drivers License for the ID photo session?" Blanch said.
"Yea hear it is. Let's get it done right here." the first voice said.
What are they doing???... Driver license???? Someone lifted her
but and placed the plastic card under her exposed genitals. A
number of stills were taken showing the whole world that this was
indeed Cynthias denuded cunt.
"He wants the nipples to stick up permanently so get syringe of
silicone." her tormentor said.
She was sat up as the ankle cuffs were detached from the "D" ring
and her tits were teased and then the stiff nipples were stuck
with a syringe full of silicone. As it hurt Synthia tried to
wiggle away, but the needle went in and the silicone stiffened
the pink bud to its current full extent permanently. It stung the
sensetive buds but that was no consern of the needle's weilder.
She felt the photographing flash of her treasured, now stiff orbs
with the license identification.
"Can I try her our?" Blanch asked.
"You crazy lezzie bitch, If he finds out he will cut off your
clit and hers too." the first voice said.
"He will never know unless you tell him and I know enough about
you so you won't tell on me." came the answer.
"OK but hurry up and mop up afterwards. I'll be back in 5
minutes. I'll get the film developing. Hurry it up or their will
be trouble for both of us.."
The firm hands grabbed her neither lips and spread then. As
she was forced to lay back down she heard, "Now just you
relax and let old Blanch see how sweet this tastes."
NO! NO! Synthia thought, I am not a lesbian and I will not allow
this. As if in answer to her thoughts the hands gripped each
labia and stretched them soo wide that her cunt felt as if it was
ripping apart.
Cynthia spread her knees to try to alleviate the pain in her cunt
and then she felt a wet thing massaging her clit. The stretching
held her still and the tongue excited her. Her labedo rose to
heights she had never before experienced. Soon the pain and
pleasure merged and Cynthia's had a shattering cum like no other
in her experience. Was she a lesbian? That thought shattered her
consciousness, she questioned her whole life orentation.
A pat to her now slick cunt and a toweling off was felt and
Blanch said,
"You have a real sweet cunt there. We are going to enjoy using it
and I am really going to love teaching your tongue to do for my
cunt and ass. I'll bet you will make a good little cunt sucker or their
is always a the lake."
With her dried cunt she was stood up and she hears,
"All done and cleaned up?"
"Yes. I want this one for her lezzie lessions. I think she has a
sweet taste and I bet she will give good head with the proper
persuasion." Blanch said.
The clips were again joined to her nipples and she was lead away
like an animal on a leash. Many turns later she was again forced
down on her back and the familiar process of joining her ankle
chains to the "D" ring on top of the sack caused her to show her
formally secrete places to whom ever was there to view it.
"Not bad." a male voice said.
She felt a finger inside her vagina and another hand felt her
labia. This was monstrous. She was reduced to cunt for what use
could only guess.
A slap to ass was followed by,
"Now cunt this is your audition fuck. You better make this the
best ride you ever gave in your life. I want your best and if I
ain't satisfied then we will show you that a weighted cunt won't
float. HA HA HA." the gruff male voice said.
No presents, no begging, no flowers The stiff dick shot into her
dry hole and penetrated to the cervix, and stayed there.
"I guess you are soo dumb that you don't understand. You don't
work this dam thing we will see to it it never works again." came
the dicks owners voice. This was punctuated by a slap to her hip.
They mean it. She tensed her muscles, like she had heard the
whores do and she tried to jerk him off with her cunt muscles.
She was behaving like a whore but her survival depended on her
cunt now as never before.
"That's better. Now move those legs and give me a good ride. I
know you are a whore and you are auditioning for the rest of your
life. You better make this good for me." he ordered.
She pushed up and tried to swallow him with her cunt and friction
his dick to save her existence. She had never had to please
anyone with her cunt. She only had to lay there and let the
foolish male do all the work. This time it was her that did
all the work. She felt her virginal fluids flow with the
frictioning of the plugging dick...... Why was she turning on to
this brutality?? It had never happened before. She had never
worked for the satisfaction of a controlling male.
"Harder and faster you bitch. You know how to do it all you need
is a little motivation. May be I will just cut off one of these
nipples and you will give a better performance." came the
demanding male voice. A tug to her left nipple convinced her that
he was serious.
She renewed her efforts. She put her all in this fuck. She was
rewarded with a sprit of cum and she stopped immediately. It was
over. Did he approve. She was hot from the act and the fear in
her guts.
"Not bad. But next time I don't want to have you start out soo
slow. You feel a dick and you fuck it right out of the shoot. My
whores are enthused with their work. They are cock hungry whores.
Weather it is the first one of the day or the hundredth. Do you
understand." He said while twisting her labia.
"Yes sir!!" she screamed into the bag.
"Now close your eyes so I can fix you up with your training
helmet. I see those eyes and I will have them plucked out right
now. You don't kneed then for your future business, but I'll be
generous and let you keep them till they prove a problem." He
ordered.
She shut her eyes tight and felt the sack being removed. Cool
air flowed over her sweaty body. It felt good. The sack was
replaced with a punishment helmet with no eye holes. It was
molded to her head leaving her nose, mouth and ears exposed.
The chin strap was locked in place to guarentee it was on to stay.
"Now let me see what the mouth is like. Your are a cock sucker
aren't you??" her unseen male tormentor said.
Cynthia answered "Please let me go I won't tell. I have never done
it before. Please you have had me. Please."
A slap to her left tit produced a hurt it had never had before.
She sought to cover it but he did the right one then.
"Put those hands down. Or I'll take the rest of the day breaking
those offending fingers one by one. Now!!" he ordered. "When I say
you are a cock sucker, YOU are a cock sucker. YOU GOT THAT!"
"Ye... Yes ...Sir." she answered and lowered her hands and ovaled
her mouth despite her stinging tits.
What are you?" came the question.
"An inexperienced cock sucker Sir!" she replied.
"Well we will soon correct that lack of experience in your poor
home training. You may be inexperienced but you better make up
for it with enthausim. Lots of enthusasm!!!" He said.
She felt his slimy dick with her and his juices on it lay on her
lipa she unfurreled her tongue. She was repulsed by just the smell.
She frowned. She felt a slap to her left cheek.
"A cock sucker smiles when she gets the dick she is to work on and
she smiles with a wagging tongue if she knows what is good for
her. Now lets try that over again and this time wag that tongue
and if I feel one tooth I will knock the offending tooth out to
make more room for man sized dicks." the male voice said calmly.
She was blind. He could do what he said. He had her in his power
and she was surrending her mouth to him just like she had her
cunt. She again ovaled her mouth and set her tongue to wagging.
in prepariation for the unwanted visitor. She hated being forced to
service the slimy dick.... it smelled, and it tasted... well not soo bad
but ,,,, she should.....why was her cunt tingling soo. She reached
down to touch it but a pair of female hands stopped her.
"You leave that alone. You just suck. We will tell you when you
get to play with a cunt. This one is off limits to you for now. When
we want it used, we will do it ourselves."
She was horrified. She had an audience in her debauching. She
slowed her tongue and received another cuff to the back of her
head.
"Get that tongue back to working bitch. No rubbing that slimy
pussy unless we order it. Faster tongue and more lip action along
the shaft. You may be a tyro cock sucker but you better learn fast
of we can drown you and start on another one of the candidates."
The mention of the lake brought her to burst of super human
effort in the debauching of her mouth. She even swallowed his dick
on command. True she gagged and sputtered but she did it.
When he ordered it again she did it and sought to back away but
this time he held her head and let her throat milk his cum down to
her stomach while she struggled for air. She felt, as
consciousness fled, that he was drowning her with his cum. She had
the biggest cum of her short life as her consciousness fled........
***************
She hopped that it was all a bad dream when she started to wake
up, but the helmet was still over her eyes and now her hands were
imprisoned at her waist. The taste of stale cum in her mouth
assured her that she had indeed done the sucking she hoped was a
dream.
"Well I think she will have to be trained extensively in the
lezzie art of licking." Blanches voice said.
That bitch, she thought, she just wants me for her own use. Sure
she had got me to cum but.... well.... I don't want to... I am
not ... I mean he had me too and his dick had me... She was
confused and thoughts of the previous time had her rational mind
confused.
Hands pulled her right nipple. She cried out but sat up at the
insistent tug, Her hands were denied to her.
"OK bitch now I see you have a gold card so you are going to sign
over $400 for our services here now and we want your pin number
so we can start withdrawing your bank finances. Now we can do
this now or we can do some hole punching on these cunt lips
without the anesthetic till you decide to sign and give." he said
with a tug to her neither lips.
At the stick of a needle in her neither lip and she cried out
"56743!!! I'll sign anything but don't hurt me."
"This is going to be an easy bitch, but if this is not the right
number you will have to try the swim with a full cunt." he
commented. "Joan you take her clothes and car go to her place get
the bank records and stop at an auto teller and withdraw some
money, to see if she is cooperating."
She was given a pen and she blindly signed the credit slop.
"OK you want it easy so we will just fill you up and put you away
for the moment." he said.
A pair of large dildos were stuffed in her cunt and ass. and
she was hung upside down by her right leg. The dildos were
started. A pair of ear phones were put over her ears so she heard
only what they wanted her to hear.
What was happening to her. She was terrified, and disorientated.
The slightest move acted to cause her to vibrate for some time.
Then an alligator clip snapped on her clitoris. she screamed and
started to flop around like a freshly netted fish. Then the
earphones began to instruct her.
The computer voice told her she was an apprentice whore and she
desired to do nothing but cum and please her new owners. This
was punctuated with a shock to her clit. The message repeated over
and over and each time she received a shock. She came each time.
Then after an hour of so she was instructed to repeat the message.
She was rewarded with painful shocks for each deviation in the
message.
Soon she heard own her voice. She repeated the message over and
over for the rest of the day. First the recording of her voice and
then her own voice till in her mind these were her own thoughts.
"I am an apprentice whore. I need this training to become a full whore
for my owners. I will fuck and suck from this day forth for them.
I will give up all future life to their control."
In eight hours she was horse but she was their little fuck bunny.
Her former life was a blur. She would be a good whore for all
time that remained to her.
To be continued......................
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Torture Botique 2
by Paladin
She was taken down and bathed. She was kept blind and
restrained. Female hands washed every part of her and paid
particular attention to her slit. A razor was used to clear away
the stubble from her day of training. She was made to pee and
given an enema to assure she was cleaned out. Then she was douched
with ice water to bring her our of her relaxed state with a bang.
Shivering from the cold invasion of her formally private hole,
she was lead by a leash attached to a spring clip locked on her
labia. (It hurt like hell when it was snapped shut on the
shrinking lip, but more when the blood flowed at it's release.)
She was pushed down on a pebbled surface and instructed spread
her knees wide apart. Then she heard,
"Now we begin my part of your training." Blanches voice said, "I
asked for you special. Now put your hands under those knees and
keep them there. If they move I will try to see if I can slap
those tit bags flat. Like this!" SPLAT!!!!
OH NO!!!! That bitch Blanch... She screamed and tried to soothe
her burning left tit, but the command came,
"Get those palms under those bony knees, NOW!!! Or I will really
lay it into you NOW This minute you lazy slut. I'll teach you to
appreciate the female is deadlier of the species, even in
humans." Blanch commanded. "The stinging will keep you awake and
help with your attention span. During my phase of your
evaluation."
She did as ordered. Her weight crushed her hands to the rough
surface. With her spread legs and imprisoned hands she bent over
and her hanging tits were presented as a perfect target for what
ever Blanch wished to do to them. She was more alert to this
'evaluation' than she had ever been before in her life.
"The position is good but the cunt is not stretched. Have the
bitch spread it out till I can see inside it." came a male voice
from behind her. She turned red all over but the stinging breast
kept her in position. She crabbed sideways to open her ass more to
her audiences satisfaction. Her crotch spread and her tendons
threatened to snap but she did it. She sought to please them,
whoever they were.
A hand entered her slit from behind and a finger sunk into her
captive vagina. She stiffened but otherwise did not move for the
consequences were fresh in her mind.
"Juice this up you ungrateful bitch." came the male voice. "I told
you yesterday that this is to be ready to accept dicks or
anything else I want to put in it at any time. Did you forget
during your restful long sleep? Do I have to retrain you all
over again today?" the male voice ordered.
What do they think I.....
Her thoughts were caught short by the splat to her right tit. As
She again experienced the effect of Blanches thick leather strap.
She screamed but held the required position. She thought of the
previous day when she fucked the tormentors dick. She concentrated
and then she felt a female hand on her clit. The two acted to get
her juicing in no time. (In her previous life this would never
happen till she got an expensive present, or a suitable period of
begging.)
"That is better isn't it cunt." Blanch said as she tugged on the
expanding clit posessively. "I know how to bring this to it's
full potential. Don't I cunt?" Blanch commented.
"Yes mistress." she answered respectfully, for any other answer
would surely bring hurt to her tits. That bitch was in position
of her very center and Blanch knew how to push all the buttons.
The finger in her cunt withdrew. A hand seized her shrinking left
boob and she heard, "Now how many cunts have you licked, you
little slut? I bet you are experienced after your juicing
yesterday at the very touch of this." Blanch said giving her clit
a knowing tug.
"None Mistress", she answered in a whisper. She was not sure
that this was the answer required but it was the truth.
"Oh lordy, well ain't that a bitch. I got me a cherry. Stick out
that slimy tongue and let me see how far out it can go." came the
lesbians order. "I might have to lengthen it for the proceedings
today."
She stuck out her pink tongue and it was immediately seized with
a pair of pliers. They pulled the tongue to it's fullest extent
and then some. She tried to scream and started to move her hands.
Her thoughts of fighting stopped when a hand squeezed her right
tit and Blanchs voice said,
"You better cooperate. If you resist I will just pull it out and
then you will be no use to me at all. Then I will have you
weighted and sunk in the lake as useless. I bet you would be
real willing to cooperative in those last moments."
She quickly forgot the use of her hands and kept them imprisoned
under her knees. She tried to cooperate with the her demanding
mistress. She hoped that Blanch would not exceed her tongues
limits . At any moment she felt the delicate organ would tear but
it stretched some. Then she then felt a stinging pain in the
stretched organ, as a thick needle was pushed through it. The
needle was followed by a 4" diameter ring, thus insuring that she
could not withdraw her tongue to its former protective home. They
couldn't. They wouldn't, but they had.
"AHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHH" She tried to shake the thing off but
it was in there to stay. She felt the ring on her lips and it forced her
nose to bend away from it's metal hardness. She lifted her head
to balance the ring on her face like a seal balancing a ball on
it's nose.
"Now we can be assured that your tongue will stay out and be
available for it's training. I know it hurts you but you didn't
think that it would be all sweetness and nice nice during your
training did you?? I mean a whore like you probably likes it
rough most of the time anyway. Maybe we should use a cigarette
on the tip to increase the sensitivity before we proceed."
"Yea a whore like this likes it anyway she can get it." a male
voice added. "But this is just the evaluation. Sensitivity
training comes later if she is worthy of the schooling."
She could only make sounds like a dumb animal and concentrate on
the fingers at her tits and now her clit. Anything to escape the
pain in her tongue. She would lick anything ... even Blanches
shit if she would only take out the ring. She hurt and she was
climbing the sexual peak also. What was happening to her? Were
they right as she really a pain seeking whore... a lesbian???? No
this could not be happening to her. she had always been so much
in control of her sexual activity. Now she was controlled by .....
Her hands were crushed. Her cunt and tits possessed by others and
her poor tongue .... Her precious tongue was a prisoner of these
fiends. She was ..... coming?? She was their obedient servant.
She would do, be anything they required... The consequences were
too horrible to contemplate. Were they really that horrible....
"Now that I have your attention. I hope you will prove an
attentive student for the licking of my ass hole. I know you
have previously decided to do cocks with this but now cunts will
be, you say new to you. I know you will just LOVE them better than
those greasy cocks you had previously. Now I will be useing your
tongue as toilette paper for a while. To show that I don't kneed to
solder this size of ring permanently in place you will try real hard to
convince me. What do you think. You want to be my little toilette
mouth for a while??" Blanch asked.
She needed no time to decide. She would do anything to stop this
terrible pain in her tongue. She nodded her head implicidally.
The flopping of the ring hurt and she hoped by agreeing to
anything to have it's speedy removal. She would lick anything to
get her tortured organ released and safely back in its place.
She felt a hand pull the ring up and slowly remove the large ring
but as it withdrew another smaller stud followed it into the
shrinking organ. It like her was still a prisoner of these
fiends.
"This little stud will allow me to pull the dam thing out when I
wish to without any arguments in future. Also it will remind you
of what this tongue is for and whose it is." Blanch explained.
"Now let me feel the little thing in its initial lick. You better
be a quick study as I do not like exposing my ass hole to the
guys here. Gives them the idea I might be had. It is OK for a
common whore like you but a respectable Lesbian like me has an
abhorrence of that sort of thing. Now show me that enthusiasm you
would for a slimy dick from those experienced holes of yours"
She felt the ass cheeks on her facial cheeks and she sought out
the ass hole of her tormentor. The hurting pierced organ sought
out the neither hole. If told that she would be doing this
yesterday she would have thought the teller was insane. She was
guided by the smell and the ancient smell brain aided her in her
abhorrent task. Where was that stinking hole??.....
She found and licked it. She found it disgusting and then she
sensed the bright lights. What were they ....
"Lift up that face more bitch. Smile pretty for your daub as an
ass licker for the enjoyment of all. The boys like to see the
whole face of their ass lickers in the skin magazines." a male
voice said.
<What!!!! They were filming this... NO NO!!!!> She would ....
A female hand closed over her right tit and squeezed and twisted.
"You don't pull that shy virginal shit on me bitch. Go on with
the licking and I want lots of licking and fluttering of that
thing. Or maybe I should just pull it out and then I can think of
your struggles as I wipe my ass with it months from your tragic
drowning." Blanch ordered.
Their was nothing she could do... She tilted her head as required
and fluttered her tongue. She was there and they had her captive
to their lust. .... Why was her cunt juicing soo?? She was a
normal respectable woman. A bit of a tease, but well this was
.... Her body betrayed her. She came when Blanch ordered,
"Now show me how much you love me, bitch. French kiss that hole,
and it better have all your skill. I still got the pliers out,
and they grip that stud real easy."
She stiffened her wounded organ and sank it to the stud in Blanch.
She tasted the essence of Blanch. She would be sick... Still if
she did that the pliers would .... No she remembered how she
drove Ken wild during the courting time, frenching him (of course
then it was his mouth and then it was for money but this was for
her life). She would try with all her skill on Blanches neither hole.
She forced her tongue in the tight grommet and wiggled it around.
The stud was pressed into the tender flesh and hurt her, but it
also reminded her that this was for real. These fiends were not
playing. They meant every word. She could not shake her tits or
wiggle her ass and get away from the consequences this time.
Why did this give her a shattering cum??? This only happens to
whores. She was not ......What was she becoming??
"Did the little pussy have a good cum?? That better not stop you
any more. I was just getting there and you better get on with it
and NOW!!! No more slacking if you come OK, but my servicing is
what is important to you well being." Blanches voice intruded.
She fluttered and sank the tongue to it's fullest and worked till
Blanch had three orgasms. She was covered with sweat and fowl
smelling moisture from the ass cheeks pressing on her when she
heard,
"Not bad for a first time. I bet we could train that mouth and
tongue to lick the mare to orgasms. What say guys. All the whores
get to suck off the stallion, but poor the mare always gets left
out??" Blanch inquired. "I bet this bitch would be real good at
that end."
What a horse?? Suck off a stallion?? A mare.... No they
couldn't... they wouldn't.... but she knew they might, what would
she do.......
"Now that you have developed such a love for my ass hole, I'm
going to let you work up to my cunt and see if you find it as
good eating as my ass. Aren't you the lucky little whore today? I
bet you will never have soo much fun in your short life. Just
think of it as the culmination of your life. If I don't like the
results I can shorten your life to meer minutes." Blanch
admonished.
More later.................
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Torture Boutique #3
by Paladin
She was positioned on her back, on the pebbled surface, and
Blanchs cunt lowered onto her face. She sought out the new hole
for her servicing. Her saliva dripped from the recently vacated
ass hole onto her helmet and down onto her cheeks.. The fishy
smell aided her blinded pierced tongue to its target. Her nose
was in the way but it almost fit in the slicked ass hole and this
let her work on her tormentor.
"No bull shit bitch. Get it in there and find my "G" spot. I
still got the pliers you like soo much. Here let me demonstrate."
Blanch said.
The serrated teeth found her right nipple and painfully closed
on the stiffened bud. The teeth twisted the nipple like the switch
on a TV and the pain drove her to greater efforts.
She sank her tongue in to the stud and fluttered it to its
fullest. She found a lot of moisture from the previous cums but
she sought further for the fabled spot as ordered. She fluttered
as the hurt increased. Thoughts of her former love making fled.
She sought to please this hole. Her whole world was now giving
pleasure to this sloppy, lose hole. Her days of holding back were
over. This was servicing and she had better do it right.
"Stop floundering around there bitch. Don't pull that virginal
shit on me. You know where it is. You are a woman. Was that wimp
you married a needle dick. I know their was someone with enough
dick to show you where it is. Of was it a cucumber that you
used." Blanch said, twisting the captive nipple. "Get those hands
out of the way or I'll have then nailed to the supports."
She fluttered and fluttered and then she found the spot. The cunt
began to flow. At first she thought Blanch was pissing on her but
no she was flowing. She had the spot. Noone had found hers but
now she knew what she was feeling for. She concentrated her
efforts.
Blanch continued toying with her nipple but with less pressure,
and then she felt a dick at her hole. NO!!! They couldn't, but
they did. Well she could shift her cunt and see if she could
friction this new dick on her own spot. Was this a whores
behavior?? She didn't care. Anything to get this bitch off and
stop the grip of those pliers on her tender nipple.
"Don't even think about slowing down and you better start fucking
Paul too or I will give him the pliers to speed up that cunt."
Blanch ordered.
She serviced and serviced her clients and built a powerful cum for
her self. Previously this would have been unthinkable. She could
cum but not like this.... She would...... The dick did not find
her spot, and then....
The dick slipped out and her legs were lifted up. She was soo
close why did he have to stop? That bastard knew she was going
to cum. Then she felt the slimy thing seeking out and
spearing her ass hole. She tried to protest but the
pliers on her tits kept her tongue fluttering in Blanches hole
and the dick drove forcefully past her small grommet and paused.
Her former virginal hole sought to stop the invader. The new
invasion caused a spasm of her cunt and ass. She shifted
position to try to accommodate the new experience. It hurt,
at first, The muscles slowly gave up the fight and opened to
accommodate the new tenant. When he slammed it all in the second
time she felt pressure in her throat. Then he began to slowly
withdraw from the now clutching hole. Now he began to set up his
rhythm in 'his new place'. The landlord accepted him and as the
sawing continued and the pain gave way to..... NO it couldn't be....
"This bitch is real tight assed. I bet you were right. She was
married to a needle dick wimp, but I know just the thing to open
this up." The dicks owner commented.
The dick paused at the rim of the violated ass hole withdrew
slightly and then the fucker slammed the dick to the fuckee.
She screamed into Blanches cunt as the muscles in her ass sought
relief to accommodate the further expanse in her. Then she felt the
balls sack slap on her ass cheeks. She had it all finally. He had
been using only half his dick at first.... the bastard she
thought. She felt a pressure in her mouth. NO it couldn't be......
She sought to please her mistress and she was building a cum of
her own. The smell and feel of the hole, the pain of the nipple
manipulation, and the stuffing and now sawing of her ass hole
combined to drive her over the edge. She saw stars and rockets
and........ then blackness. Was this heaven???
..........................................
Se awoke aware of a pressure on her left ankle and a pounding in
her head. She was saying... or was she hearing over and over...
as she hung upside down like a one legged bat.
"I am a whore. I want to be a slut. I will do anything to get all
the dicks and cunts I can. I want any thing any type of sex I can
get please help me cum. PLEASE!!!!!" in her own voice. Her cunt
was full to the brim with her own juices.
She began to think of the message and she began to repeat it over
and over again. Was this her idea?? Did she really want.....
"Well the little cunt is back with us again. You have a nice
nap?? Blanch wanted to snuff you right there. She came but she
says you still owe her.... Well you are really for it during her
next session. I would not want to be you then." a male voice
said.
"OK Let's get you your beauty treatment so you will be ready for
'Charm School' if you are accepted. I know you want to be at your
sluttiest for that." the male voice said.
A cold steel gurney was slid under her and her ankle was released
from the hanging device. Her back spasimed with the cold metal
and then her knees were forced to her tits and secured by her
ears. Her hands were cuffed to the gurney legs and she was
wheeled to her 'beauty' treatment.
She felt the breeze on her spread exposed pubis. She was just a
cunt going she knew not where. She thought of the many things she
had got for that cunt. Now it was dripping just thinking what
they might do to it in this her new life.
A couple of turns and a couple of twirls guarenteeded that she
was totally disorientated. Then she felt the hot lights on her
exposed sex.
A rough hand examined her labia and explored her hole.
"Well this bitch is progressing. Slut is wet and ready for a nice
dick or anything. Good slut." a male voice commented and patted
her neither lips. "Yep if you didn't grow soo much hair here we
could just go on to the next station but, well, the electrolysis
will cure that, if not this time, then in times to come."
The pain of the electrolysis was bad on her lips but the pesky
bits around her ass hole brought screams soo bad they stuffed a
rubber ball in her mouth to keep from distracting the technician
in his work.
"Got to look our sluttiest for your next interview, you little
whore, you" the technician commented as he fingered her clit and
tore out her hair.
After what seemed like an eternity of pain, her cunt was
pronounced done. It was again photographed and she was wheeled on
to the next station.
"Well what do we have here? Oh yes, Blanch wants this one to have
twenty small rings or maybe we just sew on a zipper so she can do
lezzies exclusively." a kindly female voice offered.
"That bitch Blanch is soo possessive. She wants all the cute cunts
for her self and never thinks of the male customers. Just a
couple of rings in the nipples and here in the labia." the male
voice ordered. "Besides a zipper would irritate everyone, but we
will try it on the next dog we get to see the effect. Now hurry
up. As she is gagged no need for anesthetic, just do it."
<What a zipper, .... rings.... They could not do this. How could
they .....AWWWWWWWW> She thought as her left nipple was captured
and set afire with pain.
"Big or small ring?" questioned the female voice.
"Small one for now." came the male response.
She felt the ring follow the needle out of the recently made
hole in her left nipple. They did her other nipple and cunt lips
in a quick business like manner, despite the gurgling protests
and flopping as she tried to stop them. They were damaging her...
then she felt the stud on her tongue. she sank back and did not
offer any more protests.
"Now bitch, you just relax. If you had a pretty Christmas tree
wouldn't you put ornaments on it?? Well we do the same with the
cunts we have in our little 'Charm School" here. They make nice
places to hand on bigger ornaments. If you don't settle down I
can see that we will have to put some ten pound weights on right
now. I bet you would be an absolute statue then." the male voice
whispered in her ear.
She was hurting with the rings but weights...... She sensed her
struggles and was wheeled to the next station.
"OK now we kneed to record your incoming form. Stand up and lets
see how they hang." came the command. She was released from the
gurney and stood up. The weights on her caused her to reach for
them but a swat to her ass stopped this immediately.
"Stop that bitch I told you we want to see how they hang. You
think they are heavy now, think what ten pounds will do to
them." Came the order from the male voice.
"This one has possibilities. Turn to the side and then bend over
and let um hang dear," came a female voice.
"Yea let's see if they got to be redone. Put the hands behind the
head so they really hang for us." another male voice commanded.
<What was she on exhibit?? She smelled cigar smoke and
cigarettes. What was she doing here. What did he say do them
again. Oh please let them be ok!!!>
"OK OK, Not bad. Bitch turn around spread um, and let us see the
business end." Came a male voice command.
She was blind nude and decked out like some... some bondage
whore. What could she do. She turned and spread her legs and
exposed her secrete places to how many eyes????
"Yea they got those rings in good. Sam, give the pierce an extra
hundred from this bitches account. I know she appreciates them
soo much. Now turn around so we can see the tits and belly
better." came the order.
She turned and sought to cover her self. This earned her a swat
to her ass and the order, "Keep those hands down, bitch. Don't do
anything to hide the assets. WHORES like you need all the exposure
you can get."
"Yea with this," a hand slid over her flat stomach to the
recently denuded crotch "and the bank account to pay her fees I
think we got a keeper here, that is if she wants to be trained."
a male voice said.
"Show her the video first and then remove the gag and see what
her choice is." came the other male voice.
"Come along dear." the sweet female voice said as a hands grabbed
her right tit ring and pulled her forward. She would follow that
tit ring anywhere.
She was lead around some corners and forced to her knees. Her
head was captured in a box and the eye patches on her helmet were
removed. A screen lit up in front of her and she had trouble
with the light after being blind soo long. A video of a cunt
struggling appeared on the screen. Just a cunt and then some
hands forced a tube up the hole and then forced a mixture of
white stuff inside. It seemed slow going and it was not pleasant
for the cunt. This much was evident. Then she noticed the audio.
"No please I will do anything. I promise I won't fuck up any
more. Just give me one more chance." the cunts owner pleaded. As
she now noticed the video showed a cunt with a number of rings.
"You had your chance bitch. It is too late now the cement is the
quick hardening kind. We just have to do your ass and you will
sink like a rock. Besides with no cunt we don't kneed you any
more. Shut her up with the gage. She don't have anything more to
say we want to hear anyway." a male voice said.
The tube was placed in the ass hole and a great deal more of the
white stuff was forced inside.
Now the camera zoomed back and a dark woman with jet black hair
was lowered to the floor from the gurney. She staggered with the
increased weight in her belly. A woman came in with a hand full
of safety pins and proceeded to close up her pussy lips through
the rings and soldered them closed.
"Now bitch we go for a little boat ride, and you get to try out
the new antiflotation gear." She recognized Blanchs voice and saw
her for the first time. Blanch seemed to love this part of her
work. The victim shook her head and tried to stop them but it was
hopeless as she was dragged outside to a dock and waiting boat.
The video cut to a scene on a boat and the girl was struggling to
stay on board, but Blanch clipped chains to her nipple rings and
cunt rings, that were attached to a buoy and gunned the boat off
about 20 feet. The chains forced the woman to stay with the buoy.
So she dropped into the water, and submerged.
Blanch backed the boat up and fished around till she found the
woman and lifter her up by her hair.
"You ain't really trying, bitch. Just like in "Charm School" you
should be kicking and trying for some time. You will spoil the
video if you don't at least rip out the rings or safety pins. Try
bitch. Who knows? Maybe I gave you less than 100 lbs. You might
make it to shore!!"
The boat pulled away a little and the woman struggled and fought
for a short time before submerging again.
The screen went dark and the female voice said "That could be
repeated tonight, if you want to try it. Incidentally Blanch put
110 lbs in that bitch. She was a trouble maker and this video
seems to keep all the girls, especially the ones who knew her, in
line with their lesions."
A light came on and she was imprisoned in a box covering her
head and shoulders. Her tits were outside the enclosure and she
felt a female hand playing with her nipple rings. Scratching the
aerolias with the long nails.
More to follow.....................
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From: SissyMaid <GPLATT@ix.netcom.com>
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Subject: Animal Antics 007 chpt 3, 4, 6, & 7
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Can somebody please repost these chapters of this story?
Thanks
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Hello, Professor. If you live in the metro NYC area and you've reading this
far, I assume there is a good chance that you meet the qualifications stated
in the headline for this ad and are interested in teaching this course. The
ad is NOT a joke and I would be VERY interested in taking lessons from a few
clean and sane black males who'd like nothing better than to teach a
relatively inexperienced white-boy/girl how to swallow a big black sword in
both ends - if you know what I mean. You should definitely be dominant and
and well-built but NOT interested in reciprocation or financial rewards as
part of this little adventure. Standard safe practices are a must, but the
rest of the instructional curriculum is entirely up to you.
Interested? Respond by email with a detailed instructional proposal and
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bsmal@fast.net (bsmal) wrote:
>On 25 Sep 1996 23:44:47 GMT, UKVL44C@prodigy.com (Only Human) wrote:
>>F...Howard Stern, just F him......
>>
>Wow you sure told him off!
>You moron.
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thanks for the support. we will be posting more just as soon as we
have them finished. and we appeciate any suggestions that you may
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sincerely, Kim Valentine
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Discovery
"What's in here," Mark asked as he put his hand on the door knob.
"That's my father's office," I answered.
"He's got a home office, huh?"
"Yeah, it's his own private space."
"He probably needs it with four women in the house," he said with a
laugh while he opened the door. "Wow, this is incredible," he said as
he stepped inside.
Daddy loved books. Two walls of the large office were lined with tall
book shelves that one would expect to find in an old book store. A
ladder on wheels was attached to the top of the shelves to make access
to the higher books easier. A Palladian style window covered the
outside wall with a French door leading out to a small brick patio where
Daddy often sat out reading the paper and sipping coffee after my
sisters and I went off to school in the morning. His huge desk, made of
mahogany, faced the door we'd come in so that the light from the window
flooded the desk. Two leather wing backed chairs faced the desk, a
leather sofa claimed the wall opposite the desk, an overstuffed velvet
chair and a half faced the sofa, a custom made mahogany coffee table
separating them. This was a retreat that any man would love and Mark
was completely captivated.
"Has he read all these books," Mark asked as he marveled at the sheer
quantity of them.
"Most of them, I'm sure," I answered stepping into the room. Mark
followed, looking
around. Sketches that my father had recently drawn were scattered on
the coffee table and he picked a couple of them up.
"Hey, this is you, isn't it?" I nodded as he admired Daddy's talent.
I sat down in one of the wing backed chairs facing the desk and let Mark
explore on his own. After a few minutes he sat behind the desk, leaned
back in the chair and rested his feet on the glass top that covered the
work surface, just as I'd seen my father do many times
before.
"So, this is like a quiet room, a place where you read and talk and
stuff, huh?"
"It is for Daddy. We aren't allowed to come in here without being
escorted by him or requested by him to come in. Laura doesn't even come
in here. He's an absolute fanatic about his space. He'd have a fit if
he knew that we were in here."
"Really," Mark said growing reflective. "So, this is where you get to
spend quality father-daughter time." I had to smile as the optimistic
Mormon-boy tone came into his voice.
"Not exactly. When my sisters and I are invited in, it's usually under
protest."
"Oh," he said flatly. "Have you ever come in here to snoop?"
"No, but Kelly did once."
"Did she get caught," he wanted to know.
"Of course. She wasn't exactly as sneaky as she should have been."
"And what did your father say about it?"
"I doubt that he bothered to say much of anything. It was one time that
he didn't have to drag her in here to paddle her bottom since she was
here anyway."
"So, what would he say about us being in here now," Mark asked in a
concerned voice.
"Oh, he'd be upset. First, that I had a guest in the house when nobody
else was home and then for being in here."
Mark looked me right in the eye before his next question. "He'd punish
you for having me in the house and for being in here?"
"Yeah," I said, thinking I'd already made that clear.
"And what would your punishment be?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, if they were to come home early and find the two of us in here,
what do you think would happen?"
I smiled at him and thought for a minute. "You'd be asked to leave, for
one."
"Would he yell?"
"Maybe a little."
"Would he ground you?"
"Probably."
"How long?"
"I don't know. Why are you so curious about this?"
"I just want to know how long it'll be before we can go out again."
"You're assuming that anyone would find out about it. They aren't going
to, so there's nothing to worry about."
"So, when they come home and ask about what you did today, you're going
to lie about it?"
I shrugged. "Yeah."
Mark shook his head. "No, that's not right. You'd just be making
things even worse. You've got to tell the truth about it when you're
asked."
"No, I don't. What they don't know won't hurt me," I said smiling
slyly.
"Wait a minute. What we're doing is wrong. If I'd had any idea that we
were breaking the house rules, I wouldn't have come over, let alone come
in your father's office. You've got no respect for the guidelines your
parents have set up. It might not be pleasant, but you've got to come
clean and admit that you were wrong."
"Easy for you to say."
"Listen, Ellen, you were wrong and you know it. That's flagrant
disobedience."
"Right. And?"
"And you deserve whatever punishment you get."
"I'm not going to set myself up for that," I said not believing what I
was hearing, that he expected me to turn myself in.
"Then I'm going to have to punish you myself," he said firmly. "Tell me
what your father would do with you." My mouth must have dropped open
because he then told me that he was dead serious; he felt obligated to
punish me if I wasn't going to face my father with the truth. "I
already know that you know you were wrong, so there's no need for a
lecture. All I have to do now is to determine what your punishment
would be if your father had the opportunity."
"This is ridiculous."
"What's ridiculous is that you think you should be able to get away with
this. I never would have encouraged you to disobey your parents and I
won't be a part of this. You have a choice. You can tell your father
and we'll face him together or you can take your punishment from me.
Who do you want it to come from, your father or me?"
"I can't believe you're serious about this," I said shaking my head.
"I'm having a nightmare, right?"
"Just answer the question. Do you want to tell your father or not?"
"No," I said flatly.
"It's settled then. How would he punish you for having me over and
coming in here?"
"That's hard to say, I really don't know."
A silence fell between us in which he appeared to be weighing the
facts. I knew more than likely how angry my father would be, but I was
holding back and I suspected that Mark was aware of this. Let Mark do
what he wants, I told myself. Since he wouldn't be there to check up on
me, it didn't seem like such a big deal. So what if he wanted to punish
me, I would still have relative freedom.
Mark, at seventeen, was a stereo-typical Mormon good boy, normally the
kind of young
man who would turn me off completely. But he was so incredibly cute
that I couldn't help myself. Everything about him turned me on and I
found his commitment to remaining celibate both frustrating and charming
at the same time. I was still a virgin myself, but those teenage
hormones were kicking in big time and I had a hard time controlling my
impulses. I wondered how Mark could stop at kissing so easily. It
seemed that he had complete control over himself and I was the one
wanting to go further, which he would never allow.
"Okay, I've decided that you're to be grounded for one week. That means
no talking on the phone to your friends, no driving, no going out except
for school and to run errands with your parents. You are to be ready
for bed at 8:50 at which time I'll call you and make sure that you get
in bed..."
"What?" I nearly yelled. "Bed at..."
"We can make it 8:00 if being in bed at 9:00 is a problem."
"9:00 is fine," I said meekly.
"You're to be in bed at nine, so you'd better be ready when I call you
at 8:50. If you aren't in your room when I call, there'll be hell to
pay in the morning when I pick you up for school."
"Wait. You're picking me up for school?"
"That's right. You won't be driving, remember? Unless you'd rather
walk." Since we lived in the middle of nowhere, nearly ten miles from
town, this wasn't really an option.
"Uh, no."
"No, what?"
"No, sir," I offered.
"That's better. Now tell me where this paddle you mentioned is kept."
I flushed deeply and went into shock. He couldn't mean that he was
going to spank me, I assured myself. He just wouldn't do it.
"Why?"
"Kelly was paddled for being in here without your father's permission.
I can only assume that you'd get the same punishment."
"But I'm sixteen years old," I protested.
"Yeah, and, therefore, you should have known better than to come in here
at all. Where's the paddle?"
I remained silent, glaring at him. Sighing, he started opening the
drawers of the desk, finding the ping pong paddle in the bottom left
hand drawer.
"We're in luck," he said with an evil smile as he placed it on the
desk. "Tell me about the last time your father spanked you." I flushed
again even more deeply, turning my eyes to the floor. "All right, just
answer a few questions. Does he have you bend over the desk or what?"
"No, over his knee."
"Does he sit here?"
"No, on the arm of this chair."
"What were you wearing the last time he spanked you?"
"My school uniform."
"Did he pull your skirt up?" I nodded. "Panties down?" I shook my
head.
"How many swats?"
"Maybe six," I said knowing that it would have been closer to a dozen
since Daddy had been so angry about my having skipped school.
"When was this?"
"About six months ago."
"What did you do to earn a spanking?"
I fidgeted with my fingers while I proceeded to give him a general run
down of having skipped school then lying about it when confronted.
Daddy had paddled my bottom until I was crying and begging for him to
stop, swearing that I would never skip school again. I wouldn't either,
I knew.
"Okay, let's get this over with," he said standing up. I reluctantly
stood while he came around and took the position on the arm of the chair
just as my father would have if he'd been there. "Take your shorts and
panties down."
"What!" I cried.
"I want your shorts and panties down, young lady. Don't make me do it
myself."
"But Mark," I whined.
"Right now," he demanded. My trembling hands fumbled with the snap on
my tight denim shorts then slowly unzipped them. I'd been fantasizing
for weeks about taking my pants off for Mark and now that I was given
the opportunity, I was scared out of my mind. This wasn't exactly what
I'd had in mind, but still I found myself getting excited. I wiggled my
shorts down to mid-thigh. "Panties, too," he reminded me. I whimpered
as I put my thumbs under the waist band of my innocent, pristinely white
briefs and slowly lowered them to meet my shorts. Mark averted his eyes
so not to get too good of a look at me and patted his right leg.
I shook my head, then used my foot to spread his legs apart. "Daddy
sits like this, " I said as I indicated that his left leg would actually
be on the arm of the chair. I bent over, arranging myself so that my
feet dangled a bit off the floor, one of my hands on the seat of the
chair, the other balancing myself off of the other arm, my bottom an
easy target. Mark's arm naturally fell around my waist to balance and
anchor me across his lap and at the same time blocking any potential
interference from my hands, just as Daddy had done many times before.
He placed his left hand gently but firmly against the side of my left
cheek. There was a pause and I wondered if he was admiring my bottom or
saying a silent prayer. I felt my heart begin to race and a warm
wetness growing between my legs. Then I felt him move
and knew that the next thing I felt would be that hated paddle smacking
my bottom.
The first swat caused me to take a sharp breath. It wasn't the same
searing pain that Daddy usually inflicted when he was angry, but it was
a hard swat nonetheless. The next swat came quickly and with a little
more force. A third hit me smack on the center of my bottom, and I
heard myself starting to once again whimper against my will. Mark may
not have spanked quite as hard as Daddy, but it was still quite
painful. Another swat followed, then another and another. I started to
plead for mercy, but there didn't seem to be any in sight as my
boyfriend reined down on my backside. After the eighth smack I was
crying like a child, wriggling my hips and kicking my feet while trying
to protect my bottom from the onslaught despite knowing that my arms
wouldn't reach around his body. Eight was followed by nine, then ten,
eleven and twelve. My crying was deeper and my begging more insistent
than ever but the spanking continued until fifteen swats had been
delivered and my bottom felt like it was on fire.
When Mark finally stopped his attack on my ass the only sound in the
room was my crying and jerked breathing. Still firmly planted over his
knee, I was a withering flower, no longer crying for mercy, but
thoroughly chastened and subdued.
Finally, after my breathing calmed, he spoke. "Will you ever come in
here without your father's permission again?"
I shook my head vigorously and replied, "No, sir."
"Good. And no more house guests when your parents are out," he added.
I nodded my
agreement. I felt Mark relax a bit, then felt him pull my legs apart a
bit with his right hand, his left on the lower, fleshy part of my bottom
guiding my right leg even further part and my hip further up onto his
knee. I felt his fingers begin to touch my pubic area in a tickling,
soothing way. I immediately stopped crying and barely moved as he
touched, tickled and, with an almost no pressure, explored the hair
between my legs. I felt his fingers softly flick my clitoris once or
twice which nearly caused me to explode in pleasure. I wanted him to do
that again, so I curved my lower back to indicate my desire. He brushed
against my clit with the tips of his fingers and I heard myself moaning
again, this time out of intense pleasure as my body stiffened and my
arms straightened to support my torso so I was very nearly in a straight
line laying across his lap. In no time, waves of sweet and warm
physical pleasure rolled through my body and Mark instinctively
continued until I breathed out the words "oh, God" and my body began to
soften. He pressed against my clit firmly with his fingers until the
last spasms of pleasure passed. I collapsed in exhaustion, a huge smile
on my face. We remained in that position for a minute while we both
collected our thoughts.
"All right, let's get you up to your room," he said firmly as he
unwrapped himself from around me.
"Okay," I said in the most docile voice I'd ever used. I stood and Mark
picked up my shorts and underwear from the floor, my having wriggled
them clear off during the spanking. He followed me upstairs and I
wondered if the sight of my red bottom ahead of him turned him on.
He shut the door behind us and asked what I slept in. "Either a big
t-shirt and underwear or pajamas," I answered. He told me to choose one
and get into bed. I slipped my panties back on then pulled off my
blouse and bra, letting him get a look at the top half of my body. His
eyes glanced over me, which wasn't exactly the response I'd wanted,
while I changed into a loose t-shirt that fell to just below my bottom.
Mark closed the curtains, darkening the room, and turned on the lamp
next to my bed. He tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and sat next to
me.
"Does your bottom still sting?"
"A little," I answered.
"Remember, you're grounded and I expect you to be in here to take my
call at 8:50 every night. If I hear even a hint that you aren't in bed
by 9:00, that you've been on the phone with your friends or that you've
left this house without supervision, I'll give you a spanking when I
pick you up for school on Monday morning and that goes for the rest of
the week. too. Understand?" I nodded. "Good. Now, what time is your
family due back here today?"
"About 7:00," I answered.
"You can get yourself something to eat when you're hungry, but you are
not to leave this room otherwise until they're here," he instructed.
"Any questions?"
"No, sir," I answered, my heart swelling with desire for this young man.
"I'll see you bright and early on Monday morning." He kissed me
tenderly and left.
I fell asleep right away and woke around 5:00, after which I did my
homework then read. I heard a knock on my bedroom door and before I
could say 'come in' my father was standing inside the doorway.
"Ellen, have you been in my office?" he asked sternly. I tried to look
confused and had started to shake my head 'no' when he continued, "I
found this on the floor and it wasn't there when I left this morning,"
he said, raising his hand to show me the familiar blue ping pong paddle
in his hand. All I could do was hang my head and nod.
Prairie Girl
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Subject: Animal Antics 010 (02b/07)
Date: 1 Oct 1996 01:09:21 GMT
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ANIMAL ANTICS 010
Chapter 2b
That evening, after dinner, Angie waited a discreet length of time
before she followed her father into his den. He was sitting in his brown
leather chair, puffing on his pipe and paging through a medical journal.
Angie stood hesitantly in the doorway. "Daddy, are you busy?"
He turned to peer at her, then took his pipe out of his mouth and held
his arms out to her. "Not too busy for you, pumpkin."
Angie walked quickly over and curled up on his lap. She relaxed,
enjoying the sensations she felt. Men had such strong, firm muscles. And
they smelled different from women. She didn't know the words to describe
the odors. She just knew she loved men - every part of them.
Her father set his pipe and magazine on an end table. He caressed her
silky hair and delighted in the feel of her rounded body and soft muscles.
"Remember when you were little," her father said. "You used to come
running into the room and jump up on my lap and I'd read you stories. Do
you remember?"
Angie nodded. "I remember. You'd read and read and I'd fall asleep.
Then mother would come to take me off to bed and I'd wake up and cry
because I didn't want to go."
"Those were the good old days."
"I used to be so warm and comfortable on your lap." She circled her
arms about his neck and pushed her head onto his shoulder to one side of
his chin.
They sat still, enjoying each other's presence. Her father said, "Soon
you'll be sitting on some young man's lap, just like this." His tone
expressed both joy and sadness.
Angie was quick to make use of the opening. "I'm glad you noticed I'm
growing up. When can I find out about sex? Everybody else at school gets
to go to sex education classes and mom won't let me go to them and she
won't tell me about sex either." She ended with an abused tone.
Her father looked at her with mild amusement.
Angie defended herself. "I'm fourteen now. Old enough to know, don't
you think?" She stared at him aggressively.
A gleam came into his eyes. He laughed. "Fourteen is quite old enough.
What do you want to know?"
Angie sat up, excited. She waved her hands out wide. "Everything. How
it's done. What it means . . ." She looked piercingly at her father.
"Especially what it means. And anything else you think I should know." She
looked at him, waiting expectantly.
He laughed at her enthusiasm and hugged her with one arm. "Well, let's
see. Where to begin? Let's start with something easy. Like sex is the
method of reproduction - to ensure the continuity of the race. But it's
more than that. It's a physical need. A way that a man and a woman can
express their feelings toward one another. Each one accepts the other and
by so doing they reassure each other." He stopped and shook his head. "Am
I making any sense to you?"
"Oh, yes, daddy. You do!"
"You're sure now?"
"Yes, yes. Go on. Then sex is not bad?" Angie asked.
"What are you telling that child?" a harsh, furious voice interrupted.
Her mother stood in the doorway with an angry face.
"She was asking me some questions about sex," her father said in a
neutral tone.
Her mother raised her voice louder. "I told her I'd tell her at the
proper time."
"Louise," her father objected. "She's old enough to know now. She
should know. Times have changed since you were a girl."
"I didn't bring a daughter into the world to be a slut," Louise
retorted angrily.
"Telling her won't make her a slut. It'll give her some knowledge so
she can make good judgments about it."
Louise's face contorted in anguish. "Judgments like yours, Stuart?"
Stuart sat up straighter, trying to control his temper. "For God's
sake, Louise. leave our mess out of this!"
"How can I? When I have to live with it day by day?"
Stuart's voice became low and passionate. "Give me a divorce. More for
Your own sake than my own."
"Never," she shouted, never! I won't be pushed aside, unwanted,
unloved, and let you marry one of those hot-pants nurses of yours."
"Then live with me, as a wife."
"You keep your dirty hands off me," she screeched. And Angie, too. Come
here, Angie," she ordered. "Don't let him touch you."
Angie threw her arms around her father's neck. "No, no! I love daddy."
Louise's tone took on a dangerous edge. "Stuart, send that child out of
this room. If you don't, you'll be sorry. I'll make so much trouble for
you, you'll never practice medicine again."
"Louise," Stuart protested. He saw by her face that it was useless to
protest. He took Angie's hands from behind his neck and stood her on the
floor. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he told her, "Go to your room
now, Angie, darling. We'll talk another time."
As Angie walked out of the room, her mother shouted. "Not another time!
You won't talk together another time. If I catch you at it, you'll both be
sorry!"
Her father raised his voice louder. ÒLouise. For GodÕs sake, not in
front of the child.Ó
ÒThatÕs what you always say,Ó Louise ranted. ÒÕNot in front of the
child.Õ What do you care? What have you done to care for her? I had to
carry her until she was born. I had to go through the pain and travail. I
had to take care of her, day in and day out, all these years. While youÕve
been chasing nurses - Ó
Angie ran down the hall to escape from the angry voices. Her fears
didnÕt dispel until she was safely in her room with the door closed.
Emotions were zigzagging through her body. Her mind reeled around and
around. She wanted to scream, to howl, to die.
Her parents seemed so engrossed in their own problems that they didnÕt
have time to be concerned with her. She felt lost, alone.
The she remembered Doug. He liked her, cared about her. Some, at least. He
hadnÕt told Brad about them. He had endured all that pain for here longed
to comfort him. On Friday, she would accept him with her naked body; she
would reassure him, and she giggled at the thought of the word, with her
little pussy, whether her mother liked it or not.
* * *
This time, as soon as Doug stepped into the hall, Angie threw her arms
around him and kissed him. Doug was a little surprised, but the
demonstration stirred the protective urge within him and he responded.
They hung onto each other as they walked to her room. They both felt
better when they stepped inside and closed the door.
Wordlessly, they drew together and kissed deeply, their tongues
exploring each otherÕs mouths. DougÕs hands stole down inside her robe and
a finger gently teased the tip of a nipple.
Desire emanated through her body at each stroke. She caught her breath
and a deeper, warmer desire began to burn between her legs. She thought,
here goes, mom, too bad youÕve never taken this trip! She reached down and
brazenly unzipped DougÕs pants and felt around inside for his penis. Her
fingers felt his wiry pubic hairs; they explored downward and touched soft
and wrinkled skin. She grasped the round, snake-like shaft in her hand and
gently slipped it through her fingers. She felt it grow hard in her hand.
Her heart tripped a beat. Triumphantly, she massaged the shaft up and down
faster and faster. She tickled the tip with butterfly touches.
Doug groaned. He pulled away from her mouth and tore open her robe and
dropping his head, sucked noisily on her breast. He could feel the nipple
erect in his mouth. His lips trailed down her soft pliant belly and into
her soft curly nest of pubic hairs. He gently parted her cunt lips with
his thumbs and lightly tongued the head of her clitoris. The tiny, fleshy
tip swelled and hardened under his lewd but gentle touches.
Angie moved softly and swayed her body, tipping her vagina upward and
flexing her buttocks. Her eyes were closed and she dug her nails in to his
shoulders.
Blood racing, breathing rapidly, they tore their clothes off and Doug
carried her over to the bed and threw himself on her. They teased each
other with lips and fingers. They rocked their bodies together with
mounting excitement. Their twined arms and legs held tighter and tighter.
Angie arched her body against DougÕs body; she pressed her pubic mound
against his penis in an undulation motion - slide up, push, slide up, push
- trying to entice his penis to enter her vagina. His cock pushed more
frantically against her and while Doug readjusted his body weight, Angie
spread her legs further apart and pulled her legs back. She arched her
whole pelvis area against him, flexing her buttocks to push strongly up
against him. Doug raised his buttocks away from her body for a moment and
grasped his erect penis. He groaned and pressed his hips forward and
slowly, with the tip of the round, hardened head parted the soft, tickling
pubic hair, wormed it slowly into her gently pulsating cunt. The
lubricated vaginal walls pressing on all sides of his shaft gave him a
pleasure jolt. Angie felt it too. She clenched her buttocks together, as
if to lock the hungry, throbbing penis within her. Doug pulled his cock up
and almost out and then pressed harder in her. Their excitement grew with
each in and out thrust. Their bodies fought each other, moving faster and
more frantically against each other. HIs hardened rod of boy-flesh pounded
deeper and deeper into her; her engorged vaginal walls pressed closer
against the plunging shaft of his excited cock, lengthening the tunnel to
swallow more and more of it deeper and deeper inside her smooth quivering
belly. She pushed her body harder and harder against his to keep the
foraging cock as far within her as humanly possible.
Their writhing young naked bodies meshed, moving in and out and up and
down, and quickened. Hearts pounding, minds spinning, breathing light and
fast, their bodies knew only burning pleasure. Their pleasure heightened
and grew and grew until it became unbearable and their bodies locked in a
desperate embrace and stilled. The locked bodies turned off and their
minds turned on. Raw emotions swirled and danced in their minds and
emanated through their grinding, interlocked genitals. And then it burst .
. . burst for both of them at the same time.
They lay quietly for several minutes.
ÒI wish youÕd smash into ne so hard that weÕd never separate,Ó Angie
said longingly.
ÒI wouldnÕt want to hurt you,Ó Doug said solicitously.
ÒI want you to,Ó Angie said fiercely. ÒIt feels good. Love makes me
strong. It canÕt hurt me.Ó
ÒDo you feel my semen squirt into you?Ó Doug asked shyly.
ÒYes.Ó
ÒThatÕs when it feels most pleasurable to me. So intense it hurts.Ó
ÒI canÕt tell what happens inside me when I feel the most pleasure. But
I think it feels the greatest when we reach our orgasms together,Ó Angie
said warmly.
ÒI think it does too,Ó Doug agreed. ÒAm I getting too heavy for you?Ó
Angie hugged him harder against her. ÒNo, I like your penis in me. I
wish it could stay in me forever.Ó
Their eyes met shyly and they were both surprised to see the otherÕs
face bathed in an indistinct glow. Angie had never thought Doug was that
good looking before and Doug had never thought Angie was so beautiful.
ÒYou know what?Ó Doug said wonderingly. ÒI think I love you.Ó
AngieÕs eyes shone with pleasure. She hugged him tightly and reached up
and kissed him virginally on his lips. ÒI love you, too.Ó
ÒItÕs odd,Ó Doug said seriously. ÒI hadnÕt planned on it happening. Did you?Ó
ÒWell,Ó Angie said blushing a little, ÒI thought it might happen and I
decided I wouldnÕt mind falling in love with you.Ó
ÒWow?Ó Doug said. He rolled from between her still spread legs onto his
side and held his head in both hands and closed his eyes. Girls certainly
were mysterious. How could Angie guess what the outcome might be? Guess
thatÕs what older men meant when they said they were trapped by a girl.
Well, it was certainly a nice way to be trapped. He felt a surge of
protectiveness for her. He must assume his responsibilities and take care
of her.
ÒAre you all right? Do you need anything?Ó he asked.
ÒHuh?Ó Angie asked, caught unawares; then she caught on. ÒIÕm fine do
need anything. Do you?Ó
ÒJust to rest beside you for a while,Ó he said.
They cuddled together and rested for about a half hour.
Angie stirred. ÒDid you want to try something new?Ó
ÒIÕd thought of trying 69, but we donÕt have to if you donÕt want to.Ó
ÒBut I want to if you want to. What is it?Ó
ÒItÕs oral stimulation. We arouse each other by stimulating the sex
organs with our mouths.Ó
ÒLetÕs try it,Ó Angie said.
ÒYou really want to?Ó Doug asked dubiously.
ÒYes, I do.Ó Angie kissed him lightly on the mouth. ÒTell me how itÕs done.Ó
ÒWell -Ó Doug sat up energetically, all enthused. ÒWe have to lay with
our heads in opposite directions, our bodies curved. See? Like this.Ó
He laid down on his side facing her with his head opposite her feet.
ÒNow you take my penis in your hands and put it in your mouth. While
you rub the shaft with your hand and caress the end with your lips and
tongue, IÕll lick your clitoris and put my tongue in your vagina.Ó
Angie felt a sudden fear brought on by DougÕs explanation. What would
her mother say? Intercourse was bad enough - perversion was infinitely
worse. Now that she thought about it, she had read about it in the
marriage manuals. She hadnÕt been looking forward to trying the act.
Doug saw her reluctant expression and guessed what she was thinking.
ÒYou donÕt have to if you donÕt want to.Õ
Angie looked at him. He had that funny gleam in his eyes he always got
when he was really interested in something. A feeling of love engulfed
her. ÒNo, no. I want to.Ó
She moved over closer to his legs and gingerly enfolded his limp penis
in her hand. It was red and wrinkled and the forest of pubic hairs it
sprouted from looked obscene. She fought against her feeling of revulsion.
It was so limp it felt awful. She wanted to drop it and run away and hide.
ÒGo ahead,Ó Doug encouraged. ÒJust lick the end with your tongue to
begin with.Ó
She leaned over closer to the penis and the odor of his genitals grew
stronger. Angie started to choke.
ÒYou donÕt want to,Ó Doug said in a disappointed voice.
ÔI will - I will. Give me time,Ó she said hurriedly.
She stuck out her tongue and touched the shiny red end of his penis
lightly. It felt warm and slippery. She twirled her tongue around the
round end. She could feel Doug licking her clitoris with his tongue.
Electrical shocks surged through her body. Her vaginal area began to burn.
Angie began to caress the shaft with her hand while she licked the end.
She felt triumphant when the penis hardened in her hand. She pushed the
penis farther back into her mouth and began sucking it. The penis grew in
her mouth, filling it. She rubbed the shaft with her hands faster and
faster, a sudden sense of power engulfing her.
Now she could feel Doug sticking his tongue in nd out of her vagina.
her body began to burn and it started to undulate. Her pulse quickened.
She began circling the penis around in her mouth, sucking it, pushing it
in and out with loud sucking sounds. Saliva oozed out of the corner of her
mouth.
The end of the penis swelled and filled her mouth. Her tongue could
feel the slippery shaft harden even more. She sucked and massaged it
faster and faster. The distended red banana jumped into a life of its own.
It began contracting back and forth, pushing against her throat. She began
choking and grew frantic. She tried to twirl it out but it pushed faster
and harder against her throat. Faster and harder, choking her and pushing
all her breath out of her.
Suddenly, Doug cried out. He seized her head cruelly to stop her
movements. Semen spouted into her mouth, sprayed her throat and dribbled
down her chin. She choked and another spurt came. She started swallowing
and spitting for dear life. Doug let out agonized cries with each spurt;
they frightened her. Another and another came. She sputtered and swallowed
them in painful gulps to keep from choking.
Finally Doug let go of her head. He lay panting heavily, and then he
collapsed utterly weak.
Angie spit out the rest of the seman and wiped her spattered face on a
blanket. She laid back exhausted, too tired to think or feel. She regained
her strength first. ÒAre you all right, Doug?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó he said weakly.
ÒYou cried out so. It scared me.Ó
Doug shook his head in amazement. ÒThe sensation is stronger than
regular intercourse. The pleasure turns into unbearable pain,Ó he
explained in an almost clinical tone.
ÒI liked the ordinary way better.Ó
Doug patted her head condescendingly. ÒSo do I.Ó
She turned around and slid into his arms and they lay quietly and dozed.
ÒWeÕve still got a lot of other things to try,Ó Doug said. ÒBut I can
wait until next Friday.Ó
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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 010
Chapter 2a
Angie was lying on a down-filled bed, dreaming. Out of the darkness, a
manÕs voice softly whispered in her ear. ÒI love you.Ó A gentle breath in
her ear sent thrills through her body. She turned toward him and held his
arms out toward him. Eagerly, he came into her arms and twined his own
about her. She delighted feeling his body against hers. His strong sinewy
muscles were commanding and protective. They kissed and fires started
burning within her. Their fingers began to explore each other. Her mind
began to reel as passion consumed her.
Suddenly, an intense light came on, so bright that it dazzled her
closed eyes. She opened them and looked. Her lover was her father! Before
she had time to sort out that fact, she felt a cold presence and looked to
see her mother approaching the bed. The horrible expression on her
motherÕs face struck her dumb. She couldnÕt breath. Waves of fear
immobilized her. Her motherÕs cold eyes bore relentlessly into hers. She
began to choke, to fight for breath . . . .
And then she woke up. Startled, she looked around the room to see if
her mother was there. She was not. With a loud sigh, she lay back and
tried to relax - to think.
Why did she have such an awful dream? Her own father? She loved him but
she hadnÕt really thought about doing it with him before. And her mother.
That set expression. How cruel, unforgiving. What if she did find out?
About her and Doug? Her mother would never forgive her. Never.
She shouldnÕt do it again. It was too risky. When Doug came on Friday,
sheÕd tell him. No more. Enough. He has plenty to tell Brad now. More than
enough. HeÕll be satisfied.
The argument sounded so reasonable in her mind. Surely Doug would go
along with it. Peace flooded her mind for a time.
She began thinking about Doug. What a funny boy. Nice, really.
Considerate. But he had his funny little ways. The way he sat his glasses
so precisely on the nightstand. Always trying to explain everything. Think
things through.
Oh, yes. Think things through. The words struck an alarm. His insistence
on completing a project. He wouldnÕt want to stop until he felt he had
found out all he could find out. How could she overcome that? Persuade him
to stop?
She concentrated very hard, but no ready answer came to mind. It was
hopeless to tell him she knew all she wanted to know. But . . . if she
could tel him she knew all she wanted to know. Yes. If she could say sheÕd
talked it over with her mother . . . She didnÕt need to know any more,
thank you very much. We can still be friends. Maybe it would work.
The more she thought about it, the better the plan seemed to her.
Cheered, she decided to ask her mother about sex at the first opportunity.
Then she could go back to her old life. Not very exciting. Not exciting at
all. But secure.
The alarm on the clock-radio rang. Angie reached over and turned it
off. She decided to dress quickly so she could get to breakfast early.
Maybe sheÕd have a chance to ask her mother then.
Angie watched her mother furtively, trying to discern her mood.
Mrs. Marlowe bustled between the kitchen and the breakfast nook.
Anxious lines creased her forehead; her mouth drew stern lines around her
set jaw. No sooner had she sat down at the table and spread her napkin in
her lap the toast popped up and she noticed the jam spoon wasnÕt on the
table so she got up and bustled off to the kitchen to get it.
When she returned to the table she meticulously set about buttering her
toast. Her face was seriously intent, as if she were writhing the
Declaration of Independence.
Angie decided that her mother was behaving normally so she might as
well ask her now.
ÒMom,Ó she asked hesitantly,Ó why couldnÕt I go to the sex education
classes this year.Ó
Mrs. Marlowe looked at her sharply. ÒWhy should you go this year? What
makes it any different than any other yearÓ?
ÒOur biology teacher says everybody should know about sex by the time
theyÕre fourteen. And IÕm fourteen now.Ó
ÒYouÕre still a child.Ó
ÒNo, IÕm not. IÕve been menstruating for two years.Ó
ÒThat doesnÕt matter. YouÕre not old enough to marry. You donÕt need to
know until then.Ó
ÒDoes one have to be married to be able to understand sex? How come
Maggie could get pregnant without being married?Ó
Mrs. Marlowe screeched angrily. ÒPut that out of your mind. Maggie was
just a maid - she was no lady.Ó
ÒHow come other parents let their children learn about sex?Ó
Mrs. Marlowe choked drinking her coffee. She banged her cup down on
itÕs saucer. ÒOther people have no morals, no standards. IÕm not
responsible for what they do. They should know better, but unfortunately
they donÕt. They should be made to act decently.Ó
AngieÕs heart felt cold as she listened to her motherÕs venomous voice.
She felt a lecture coming on.
Mrs. Marlowe warmed to the topic. ÒIÕm not responsible for all the
filth in the world. ItÕs the other people. Flocking to see dirty movies
and plays, buying dirty books and magazines. Corrupting their children and
trying to corrupt decent peopleÕs children. Everywhere you turn, you canÕt
escape from filth. Now theyÕre trying to drag it into the schools. Filling
innocent childrenÕs minds with dirty thought . . . Ò
AngieÕs mind got confused listening to her motherÕs tirade. The sex her
mother ranted against couldnÕt be the same kind she and Doug experienced.
Anger stirred within her. ÒIs sex so bad, mother? Is it? I thought it was
a way to love another person?Ó
ÒThatÕs not love,Ó her mother said scornfully. ÒLove is pure. You love
someone in your mind, not with your body. Love is not physical and - and -
dirty!Ó She shook with revulsive excitement.
ÒHow can it only be in the mind,Ó Angie objected. ÒWhy is it, when I
feel love for Salome, I want to touch her. Hug her and kiss her?Ó
ÒSalomeÕs just a cat,Ó her mother said coldly.
ÒBut canÕt you feel this way about people, too?Ó Angie insisted. ÒOnce
you get to know them, you want to touch them?Ó
Mrs. Marlowe leaned toward Angie, her eyes glaring. ÒNasty!Ó
ÒWhatÕs nasty about it?Ó Angie challenged. ÒShouldnÕt people love each
other that way?Ó
Mrs. Marlowe pulled herself back and sat up straight. Her face showed
anger, confusion and suspicion. ÒYouÕre not doing anything dirty, are
you?Ó
Angie thought of the sensual love she and Doug felt together. That
wasnÕt dirty. That was exciting and good. It couldnÕt be dirty. Her eyes
met and held her motherÕs eyes. ÒNo, IÕm not doing anything dirty. How can
I? I donÕt know what it is.Ó
ÒYouÕd better not,Ó her mother snapped. ÒYouÕll answer to me if you do.Ó
Abruptly, Angie said, ÒItÕs getting late. IÕve got to go to school.Ó
* * *
All the way to school, AngieÕs mind was in a turmoil. She felt she
should stop having sex with Doug. Somehow, it wasnÕt right; she didnÕt
know why. If only her mother would help her, but she was hung up on the
subject. If they could only sit down together and talk about sex openly
and honestly. What was it all about. What it meant. How much sex could she
take part in at her age. Then she should know what she should do. Instead,
her mother got embarrassed and angry. Saying stupid things and then
accusing her of doing something wrong. Angie sighed deeply.
What could she do? The dream scared her - it seemed so real. How she
wished she could tell someone everything and they would comfort her and
tell her what to do.. If only she had a mother like that! Daddy was more
like that. When he was home. Maybe he would help her. The thought gave her
hope. She decided sheÕd definitely try to talk with him after dinner.
Privately. She would feel better if she could get rid of this undercurrent
of fear and guilt. Why should she feel guilty when she didnÕt feel it was
wrong to do? Why did her mother keep insisting that sex was dirty and bad?
Was something wrong with her mother? Or was something wrong with her,
herself? Her troubled mind went over and over her problem, becoming more
and more confused by it.
* * *
Doug finished eating his lunch and carefully put the waxed paper and
the apple core back in the lunch bag; then he laid back on the grass and
closed his eyes to nap in the sunshine.
"Hey, Fleming, I've come for sex instruction," an arrogant voice said.
Doug heard a body plop down on the grass beside him and opened his eyes
to see Brad.
"What do you want to know?" Doug asked calmly.
"What do they do?"
"That question is so general it's hard to answer. What specifically do
you want to know?"
"What does a male do to a female?"
"Basically, he puts his penis in her vagina,"
"And?" Brad prompted him to continue.
"The woman lays on her back and the man lays on top of her on his
stomach. The male pumps his sperm into the female."
"How?" Brad asked avidly.
"They get a rock-n-roll motion going. If everything's going right, they
really get turned on," Doug added enthusiastically.
Doug's enthusiasm raised Brad's suspicions. "How do you know all this?"
he asked.
"Oh, reading books - talking around," Doug said vaguely.
"Really?" Brad asked, unconvinced. The sex education classes didn't
have all that stuff in them."
"Take my word for it." Doug assured him.
"What kind of books were you reading?"
"Oh - medical books - marriage manuals."
"Where'd you get them?"
"The university library."
Brad studied his face closely. Yes, he could have got those kind of
books at the university library. But why would he say, 'If everything's
going right, they really get turned on?' Who's he been with lately, he
asked himself. He searched his memory. Let's see. Hadn't he seen him with
Angie Marlowe?
Doug stared back at Brad, smiling enigmatically.
"What have you been up to?" Brad said suspiciously.
"Me?" Doug veiled his eyes with an innocent look. "Nothing. Well, I
must be off. I'm working on a new research project. It takes up a lot of
my time."
Doug got up and started to walk away.
"Not so fast. Wait for me." Brad fell into step beside him. "Come on
now. Quit holding out on me."
"Well, if you must know," Doug said with a patient sigh, "my dad told me."
"Your dad?" Brad howled. "Don't give me that shit."
"Well, don't believe me then," Doug said indifferently.
"I don't," Brad assured him. "Parents don't have the guts to tell their
kids the truth about sex."
"Have it your way," Doug said mildly.
"But I'd still like to know what you've been doing."
Doug smiled easily. "A special research project."
"On what?"
"It's a secret."
"Tell me."
"Later," Doug promised, "after it's finished."
He'd told him enough. He didn't owe him any more. Now he had to get
back to his studies. Persistent types were a bore.
Doug stopped walking and faced Brad. "I'm due at the language lab. See
you around." He turned and walked away.
Brad jumped on him from behind. They rolled on the ground, wrestling.
Brad was heavier and had the advantage. He soon got Doug pinned down and
sat on his back and twisted one of his arms behind his back.
A crowd of students gathered around him. The boys, excited, shouted
encouragement; the girls, attracted yet repulsed, called for Brad to stop.
Brad shifted his weight to add more pressure on Doug's arm. He panted,
"Tell me."
Doug moved his body to adjust to the added pressure on his arm. When he
spoke, his voice was weak. "None-of your business."
Brad added more pressure on Doug's arm. "I'll break your arm."
The pain was excruciating. Doug began panting. "Sadist," he managed to
get out.
In the distance, Doug heard a girl's voice screaming insistently, "Let
him go. Let him go!" Doug concentrated on not feeling the pain.
Angie had only been walking by and hadn't intended to stop. Mary Jane
saw her and called, "Its Doug and Brad, Angie. They're fighting."
Doug? He was not a fighter. Angie pushed through the crowd to see. When
she saw Doug's contorted face, she forgot herself. Brad can't hurt him. He
can't. He can't. Frantically, she ran over to Brad and pummeled his back.
"Stop, stop!" she screamed.
Brad didn't seem to feel her blows or to hear her. She tugged at one of
his arms ineffectually. It was hopeless. Doug would be hurt. She stood up
and screamed, "Somebody help."
One of the boys shouted back at her, "Stay out of it. Girls can't fight!"
Angie stamped her foot. "He'll hurt him. Can't you see?" She began
crying uncontrollably. She pummeled Brad's back again with her fists.
She screamed. "Let him go! Let him go!"
Brad ignored her.
She pounded on his head with her fists. Ugly old ears, she thought.
They gave her an idea. She leaned over and bit one, as hard as she could.
Brad screamed and clapped a hand up to his ear. "Bitch!" he bellowed
and began hitting her.
Doug scrambled to his feet and started punching Brad again. The
students cheered him on The two began wrestling again.
Finally, a teacher rushed over and separated them. "Come with me.
Angie, too. To the principal's office." He shouted gruffly and led them
away.
In the anteroom to the principal's office, Doug, Brad, and Angie
avoided looking at each other. They straightened their clothes and
smoothed their hair. Each stole glances at the door to the principal's
office. They each dreaded the moment when the principal, Mr. Bailey, would
step out.
Brad sat hunched over in his chair, drumming his feet on the floor.
Doug sat straight up in his chair, his arms folded across his chest,
staring across the room at nothing. Angie sat relaxed in her chair. She
fussed endlessly in her purse.
Finally, Brad broke the silence. "What's with you two anyway?"
Angie glanced at him scornfully. "Nothing."
Doug sat unmoving and silent.
Brad looked at Doug, then back at Angie. "You're lying," he stated flatly.
"A lot you know," Angie said.
Doug gave her a warning glance to shut up but she ignored him.
"A girl doesn't try to save a boy in front of the whole school unless
there's something between them," Brad stated confidently.
"It makes me furious when people are cruel to each other," Angie said
haughtily. "Why were you two fighting anyway?"
Brad met her gaze. "Because I wanted to find out where he got all his
information about sex."
Angie's insides recoiled in alarm. She blinked her eyes to hide her
feelings. She looked at Doug. He didn't look at her. Suddenly, she knew
why they had fought and she knew Doug hadn't talked. She felt warm to him
and wanted to help him. "He told me his father told him about it."
Brad snorted disbelievingly. "That's what he told me, too."
"Don't you believe him?" Angie asked. "His father is a scientist.
Scientists have different attitudes about things than other people."
"How stupid do you think I am?" Brad asked indignantly. "He's just a
father like any other." He turned to Doug. "Don't worry, I'll get it out
of you. Sooner or later."
Doug finally spoke. "We ought to be thinking up an excuse to tell Mr.
Bailey so we don't have to stay after school."
"What'll you be late for?" Brad sneered.
Doug gave him a disgusted look.
The door to the principal's office opened and Mr. Bailey came out,
blinking at them from behind his telescopic lensed glasses. He rubbed his
hands together in a repulsive ingratiating way and grinned at them
maniacally.
"Well, now," he said jovially, "why were we kiddies creating a
disturbance in the quadrangle?" He looked at each of them in turn.
Doug's face took on a patient expression, Angie looked wary and Brad
put on an innocent injured look.
Right away Mr. Bailey could see that he wouldn't get any cooperation
from the Fleming boy or the Marlowe girl. Thank God there were pliant
people like the Harker lad. He beamed professionally in Brad's direction.
"What have we to say for ourselves, lad?"
Brad cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I was just standing there
minding my own business - " he stopped to try to think up a believable
lie.
Doug spoke up. "Somebody hit him accidentally and he thought I did it.
That's all there was to it."
Mr. Bailey turned his attention from Doug to Brad. "What do you say,
young man? Is that correct?" He hung on Brad's words.
Brad rapidly reviewed what he should do. Damn! He should have thought
up a story to get Doug in trouble. Serve him right. But, with old Bailey
breathing down his neck, he didn't have time to think up a good story.
"Yes, that's what happened," he said unconvincingly.
"You're sure now?" Mr. Bailey pressed.
Brad looked from Doug's expressionless face to Mr. Bailey's kindly
countenance. he nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."
Mr. Bailey turned to Angie. "And how did you get mixed up in the fight,
my dear?"
"It looked like Brad was going to break Doug's arm," Angie said indignantly.
"Oh?" Mr. Bailey's tone implied that he was offended to find trouble
existing in the troublesome situation.
"No, I wasn't," Brad protested angrily.
"It looked like it to me," Angie insisted.
Mr. Bailey raised his hands to signify for them to stop talking. He
looked like he was making a benediction. He smiled oilingly at Angie.
"Very commendable, I'm sure."
His glance veered playfully at the boys. "We know how easily young
ladies get upset about fisticuffs. Things look ten times worse to them
than they really are." His demeanor said, we men share and understand
something women will never share or understand.
Angie read his meaning clearly. She snorted loudly in contempt.
Doug gave her a warning look to be quiet. Brad laughed, enjoying her
discomfort.
Mr. Bailey rubbed his hands together playfully. "I'm glad there's no
trouble after all."
Brad jumped to his feet. "Can we go now?"
"Yes," Mr. Bailey beamed. "Don't forget to report to the office after
school."
"If there was no trouble," Doug objected, "why do we have to stay after
school?"
"Misunderstanding or not," Mr. Bailey said sanctimoniously, "there was
a Physical Disturbance and for that you have to stay after school."
Brad escaped out of the room first with a secret smile on his lips.
Doug followed with a cross expression on his face.
"Any way you look at it," Angie said loudly on the way out, "it's a
rotten deal." She gave him a sharp look as she closed the door behind her.
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If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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Subject: Animal Antics 010 (00/07)
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ANIMAL ANITCIS 010
An innocent girl begins to experiment with sex and gets carried away.
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Subject: Animal Antics 010 (01/07)
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ANIMAL ANTICS 010
Chapter 1
ÒAll the students whose names I called will leave now and report to the
auditorium for the sex education film for freshmen,Ó Mrs. Hildebrande
announced.
A banging of seats and books ensued and twenty-five of the thirty
students in the room rose or prepared to rise.
On his way out, Brad Harker stopped to leer at Doug Fleming and Angie
Marlowe. ÒYou little kiddies be good while weÕre gone.Ó
ÒWe donÕt have to take courses in sex to find out what itÕs all about,Ó
Angie retorted tartly.
Doug looked up from his biology book and whispered composedly. ÒDonÕt
fuck all the girls while the lights are out.Ó
Brad laughed confidently. ÒIf I fucked one, that would be more than you
ever have.Ó
DougÕs face flushed with anger.
ÒYou might be surprised,Ó Angie said, taking DougÕs side.
ÒAre you kidding? This retard is a dull grind,Ó Brad said positively.
ÒThe local genius! Studying and research projects. ThatÕs all heÕs ever
done. HeÕs never seen a single sex education film in his life and never
taken out a girl.Ó
ÒYou donÕt know all the things I study or the projects I work on,Ó Doug
said coolly.
ÒWhoÕre you trying to put on!Ó Brad said unimpressed.
ÒWell, you donÕt know,Ó Angie said staunchly. ÒDoug learns a lot about
sex from his father and I learn about it from my father. We donÕt need to
go to those sex classes.Ó
A loud rapping interrupted the conversation.
ÒEveryone out, please,Ó Mrs. Hildebrande said crisply.
ÒGet your ass in gear,Ó Doug said in a superior tone to Brad.
Brad looked first at Angie then at Doug, doubt flickering in his eyes.
ÒIf you two know so much about sex, why have you held out on the rest of
us?Ó
ÒDoug and Angie stared at him with poker faces.
Brad looked at them sardonically. ÒIÕll be asking you soon. You better
know something worth knowing.Ó He turned and walked away.
The two watched Brad disappear out the door, then Doug turned to Angie.
ÒI didnÕt know you knew so much about sex.Ó
She flared back defensively, ÒI didnÕt know you knew so much either.Ó
As soon as all the students were gone, Mrs. Hildebrande tapped for
attention again. ÒBecause there are only a few of you left in the study
hall, you may study, read, or talk, if you keep your voices low.Ó She
smiled at them graciously and then turned her attention to grading papers.
Doug felt that same old sinking feeling in his stomach that heÕd felt
so often lately. The harder he tried to live a peaceful, logical
existence, the quicker he found himself entangled in an impossible
situation. Why had he taken offense to BradÕs childish words? He what a
silly ass Brad was. He thought he had inured himself to the stigma of
being left out of the sex education classes long ago, but here he was -
upset again. He guessed he wasnÕt missing much anyway. Probably the same
old anatomical diagrams his father had showed him on the sly. And the
school board members didnÕt allow the teachers to talk about anything
really interesting or exciting anyway. So why was he annoyed? Mainly
because he wanted to know, he admitted to himself. Really know what sex
was all about. For the past year he had been merely curious, but lately he
had gotten obsessed with the idea of knowing about it. Probably had
something to do with all those wet dreams heÕd had lately. He knew he
shouldnÕt care what the other kids thought of him. But he did. He couldnÕt
stand the thought of BradÕs face smiling triumphantly when he found out
Doug didnÕt know anything about sex. Telling all the other kids.
AngieÕs mind was working overtime. It wasnÕt her fault she didnÕt know
e.t was her motherÕs fault. Any time the subject came up her mother
reacted violently against it. Angie could never find out why. Her mother
wouldnÕt tell her anything about sex. It was always ÔNice girls don't sit
with their legs apart. Nice girls don't say those words. Nice girls don't
ask those questions until they're old enough.' Hell, if sex was such a bad
thing, why were adults always wanting to do it? Why did they think it was
such a big thing? Could it really hurt children to know about it? Her
father didn't think so. He'd wanted to tell her about sex several times
but her mother always butted in. Then there'd be a big scene. Her mother
would scream about getting a divorce, making a big scandal. Her father
would end up shaking her out of her hysteria and her mother would shout,
'Don't touch me with your filthy obscene hands! Not after you've touched
all your nurses.' Angie wondered what she meant by those words. Did her
father have sex with his nurses? He probably didn't with her mother@he
wouldn't even let him touch her.
A poke in her back roused Angie from her thoughts. She turned to face Doug.
"Tell me all you know about sex," Doug commanded.
"Look," she retorted, "I was only trying to help you out. Brad was so
obnoxious."
"I didn't need your help before, I need it now."
"Don't you know anything about sex?" Angie asked pityingly.
Doug blushed. "Of course I do. But Brad doesn't want to know ordinary facts."
"What makes you think I'd know anything different?"
"Your father is a medical doctor, isn't he?"
"He doesn't consult me about his work," Angie said, deliberately aggravating.
"Haven't you kept your eyes and ears open and picked up a thing or two?"
"Mmmm," Angie said mysteriously, fluttering her eyelashes at him
provocatively.
I wonder if she's been laid yet, Doug asked himself. She has a wide
mouth. If the grandmother tales are right, she should have a large vagina.
Angie nervously drummed her fingers on the desk. "My father does have a
lot of medical books in his office." But I haven't read any of them, she
finished in her mind.
"You've read them?"
"Well-l. Just glanced at a few," she lied. I am going to read them.
Soon, she thought. No matter what Mom says. I've waited long enough.
"What did they say?" Maybe he could get her into a petting session, if
she wouldn't go all the way.
"There were a lot of diagrams, like in the biology book." That was safe
to say.
"Anything new?" Doug asked hopefully. "About how it's done?" Would she
go to bed with me? I'm not very goodlooking. Would any girl?
"Mmmm." Angie looked down at her fingernails. She wasn't going to tell
him she didn't know anything.
"I can tell. You didn't understand them." Girls were so dumb. On the
other hand, that might be an asset. Would she or wouldn't she?
"Well, at least I know where it's at," Angie said daringly. She
laughed. I wonder if he's tried it yet? Maybe Brad's right - he's not
interested. If he'd come over, we might try it!
ÒMaybe if you could borrow one of your fatherÕs books, we could study
it together.Ó
ÒYes? Where would we study it?Ó
ÒIn the library?Ó
Angie shook her head. ÒToo public.Ó
ÒAt my house?Ó
ÒI canÕt go out with boys. My mother wonÕt let me until IÕm sixteen.Ó
Her tone was martyred.
Why in the hell is she encouraging me to ask then? Doug was outraged.
ÒYou could tell her you were visiting a girlfriend,Ó he said mildly.
A knot of sorrow caught in AngieÕs throat. How she wished she could!
SheÕd wanted to have a close friend for so long. But the girls never
seemed to notice her. SheÕd even thought of going up to one - Mary Jane
Watson especially, she was so popular - and starting a conversation. But
sheÕd never had the nerve. At the last moment, she felt cowed. Out loud
she said, ÒMy mother knows I don;t have any girlfriends.Ó
ÒOh.Ó Doug felt defeated.
Angie saw the disappointment on his face. Maybe he is ready, she
thought. What we couldnÕt do together. She leaned closer to him. ÒBut you
could come to my house.Ó
Doug looked at her and blinked his eyes. She was such an illogical
girl. Jumping from negative to positive.
ÒUnless youÕre afraid to,Ó she jibed.
At last! A proposition. Loud and clear. Why not? Her parents probably
went out a lot anyway. He smiled. ÒWhen?Ó
ÒTonight?Ó
He could re-arrange his schedule. Put off starting that new research
project. ÒWhat time?Ó
Ò7:30?Ó Will he have enough nerve to come? she asked herself.
ÒOkay,Ó Will she let me do it to her? he asked himself.
* * *
That night it seemed as if everyone was watching him as he walked the
two blocks to her house. He stood uneasily on the doorstep and rang the
bell. As soon as she opened the door, he escaped inside.
ÒCome,Ó she said.
She had on some fancy lounging pajamas in a slinky material that moved
sensuously with every step she took. Her smooth undulating buttocks
fascinated him. What law of engineering did they operate under?
The room was way in the back of the house, isolated from the other
rooms. He felt a little shocked as he stepped into it and saw the bed.
This was her bedroom!
ÒDrinking?Ó She held up a bottle of wine.
Doug nodded casually. He thought, anything you can do, I can do.
A stereo on the wall was blaring rock-n-roll music. ÔLet me, baby,
baby, wonÕt you let me?Õ the young voice sang sensually to the pounding
beat. Doug felt his heart begin pounding.
Angie smiled slyly as she handed him the large wine glass filled to the
brim. She held up her glass in a toast. ÒTo your health,Ó she said and
drank.
Nervously, Doug gulped the wine down, hardly tasting its sourness.
Angie refilled his glass. Her liquid brown eyes were excited. They kept
looking at him expectantly.
What did she want of him? "Did you get a book?"
"Oh, I meant to tell you," she said casually. "My mother doesn't allow
me in the office. We'll have to break in."
"Break in?"
"You're supposed to be a genius," she cooed. "It isn't that hard to
pick locks, is it?"
"Depends on the lock. I don't have any tools with me."
They went to the front of the house and Doug inspected the office door.
He shook his head. "The spring is too heavy. It would take me two or three
hours to open it"
"Damn!" Angie said impatiently.
"Any other openings to the office? Doors? Windows?"
"No other doors. There are windows in two walls, the front of the house
and the side."
"Let's go out and look them over."
Outside, Doug decided it would be easier and less conspicuous to climb
the tree on the side of the house and try to open the side window. He
climbed up the tree and walked along the branch toward the window. The
limb was weak and every time he neared the window, he would dangle just
out of reach of the window sill. He bounced several times before he
finally caught the sill; then he laboriously pulled himself up until he
had both elbows on it. Gently, he pushed at the window, hoping it was
unlocked. It was. He pushed it open and scrambled inside.
Angie ran inside the house and Doug let her in the office. Together
they read the titles of the books on the shelves. Encyclopedia of Sexual
Behavior looked promising but turned out to be a book of definitions.
Sterility and Its Treatment contained nothing of interest at all, at
least, what they could understand of it. The Principles and Practice of
Gynecology had some large diagrams of female genitalia drawn from about
every angle. However, the pictures were so detailed that both Doug and
Angie got lost trying to understand them.
"Doesn't your father have any easy books?" Doug asked despairingly.
"Something for beginners?"
"He might at the hospital. I don't know." Books, she thought
contemptuously. How much do you learn from books? Damned little!
"There's only one other way," Doug said, eyeing her tentatively. Will
she or won't she? he kept asking himself '
"What?" she asked innocently. Does he mean what I think he does? She
didn't know him well enough to guess.
"Try it," he said firmly. He was shaking inside, waiting for her
explosion. Suppose she laughed at him?
Angie stared boldly back into his eyes. "How much do you know about it?"
He might as well take the chance. "Nothing. How much do you?"
"Nothing." I might as well admit it, she thought.
"Well?" he said matter-of-factly, "are you game?"
Her eyes recognized the challenge in his. "If you are." Can I go
through with it? She wasn't sure.
"Let's,go back to your room."
They carefully arranged the office as they had found it and went out
the door, setting the handle, so it would lock behind them.
Back in her bedroom, Angie opened a dresser drawer. "I'll put a nightie on."
"You don't need one. It's better naked, they say."
"I'd rather." She dropped her eyes and rushed past him to the bathroom
and closed the door.
Doug felt curiously abandoned. He undressed slowly, piece by piece, and
waited, sitting on the bed. Time passed and he shivered. Was it
anticipation or was it cold? His mind was racing. Was he really going to
find out what sex was like? He hadn't thought his chance would come so
soon. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 8:30. Angie had better
start moving, he couldn't stay much longer. And he was getting cold.
An idea came to him. He went over to the dresser, rummaged through a
drawer, picked out a frilly short nightgown and put it on. He knocked on
the bathroom. "Angie? Angie?"
No answer.
He tried the door knob gently. It turned. He opened the door slowly and
peeked in. Angie was sitting on the toilet, staring at the floor in front
of her.
Doug stepped into the bathroom, walked into her line of vision and stopped.
Angie's eyes slowly took in the long bony feet; they followed up the
hairy skinny legs and on up to the bony knees just below the edge of the
ruffle. Then her eyes jumped to his face.
Doug simpered. "When is the slumber party going to start?"
He looked so grotesque pretending to be a girl that Angie had to laugh,
"Now. I'll be right out," she said when she could stop laughing.
"Hurreee," Doug said in a forced feminine falsetto. "I've got so much
to tell you. And we've got so much to do!"
Angie started laughing again and motioned him out.
Doug fluttered his fingers goodbye to her and clowned like a showgirl
before he closed the door. He grinned to himself as he slipped out of the
nightie and climbed into bed. He laid his glasses on the nightstand. The
price one had to pay for a woman! He felt old and experienced.
Angie bustled into the room, avoiding his eyes. She turned down the
stereo. "It's too light in here." She turned off the lamp; the room became
black. Shyly, she climbed into bed beside him.
His angular firm body felt strange and exciting to her. Each time she
felt a part of his body touch hers - a shoulder or a leg or a hip -
electric sparks flashed through her body and she would edge away
nervously. She'd never felt like this before.
The excitement of feeling Angie's softly rounded body near his erected
his penis. He put out a hand to touch her, but she pulled away.
"You said you would, Angie," he reminded her in a low voice.
ÒIt feels funny and IÕm a little afraid,Ó she whimpered in her low
little girl voice.
I can force her, he thought. It would be so easy. His desire demanded
to be sated. He imagined forcing himself on her. But after the fantasy
faded he knew he could not. I canÕt take it unless she gives it to me.
Strange. As sick as he was of her virginity, he couldnÕt just take her.
Damn! Why should he have to be this way? There were always catches to
everything.
ÒOf course it does,Ó he said soothingly. ÒIt feels strange to me too.
The first time always does..Ó
Doug lay there, silently cursing himself for being the way he was.
Damn, he was burning. His penis wanted in. He sighed deeply.
Angie heard his sigh and thought, heÕs thinking of Brad and all those
kids at school. Facing them would be awful if they didnÕt do it. She slid
over against him and whispered. ÒGo ahead, do it to me.Ó
Awkwardly Doug climbed onto her and gently spread her slightly
resisting legs apart. He had to kneel to examine her pussy. Where was her
vaginal opening? She was so nervous it made him feel nervous. She tensed
and jumped when he touched the soft curls of her sparse young pubic hair.
He gently parted it with his thumbs and separated her outer cuntal lips
and felt for the inner labia. His finger explored downward for the vaginal
opening. When he found the tiny pink mouth it was throbbing gently. He
pressed the moist fleshy lips open and she jumped and tensed her body even
more.
Embarrassment swept over him. He had never imagined sex would feel as
bad as this! But he couldn't stop now, not with her lying here with her
legs spread so far apart for him. He lowered his body down on top of her
and pressed his hard penis against her tight vaginal opening and Angie
tried to wiggle away. So many strange emotions and sensations flowed
through her body. This was too real, her mind screamed. Too obscene. Not
beautiful and romantic as she had dreamed. Fright clutched her.
Doug kept trying hard to push his hardened cock into her and she kept
wiggling away from him until she had retreated all the way to the foot of
the bed. Nervous and preoccupied with the mechanics of the act, Doug
suddenly felt his penis go limp in his fingers. Humiliated, he stopped
trying and lay breathing heavily beside her.
Both lay there wondering what would happen next. Should they say something?
After a moment or two, Doug's nervous tension lessened and his penis
erected again. It was burning to enter her. Blindly he again fumbled
between her legs. He tried two or three times, but each time his desire
was destroyed by the frustration of his failure to enter her.
Was this the sex extolled in rhyme throughout the ages? That drove men
on to greater glories? He couldn't believe that even his father would put
up with this with his mother every night.
His penis erected again. Plucky Pierre! One more try, he promised
himself. This is as bad as some of those chemical experiments that
wouldn't turn out, he thought. This time he wormed the smooth rubbery head
a little way in, only to slip out. His spirits rose and his desire with
them.
Angie was moaning with pain; tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Oblivious to her, Doug poised his now desperately throbbing cock
outside her vagina and gave a strong pelvic thrust.
Angie tensed, cried out in pain, then blacked out. Losing consciousness
caused her to relax momentarily and her vagina opened involuntarily and
slipped like a warm, tight glove over his penis. Blood gushed out and felt
hot on his legs.
Doug thrashed frantically over her a few times; then he felt the cum
bursting deep down inside her quivering little belly. A sudden intense
feeling and then it was gone. Angie didnÕt react at all, as far as he
could tell. Her legs lay limp and wide-spread out on either side of his
body.
He felt spent. His penis relaxed and slipped out when he moved, so he
rolled off of her and laid alongside her. He tried to analyze what had
happened. HeÕd been awfully hot outside her but as soon as heÕd got in,
heÕd become instantaneously hotter. And then he couldnÕt recall what had
happened. Exactly. Was that all there was to it? He was disappointed. He
had expected more than a transient intense feeling and then whammo,
nothing! He really hadnÕt felt much. Most of the excitement came from the
knowledge that he, Douglas Flemming, had finally and actually had
intercourse with a live girl.
Angie felt battered physically and mentally. Pain ached between her
legs. Her thoughts spun in a senseless whirl. Every nerve end tingled.
Emotions flickered lightning-like throughout her body. She felt
dirtied-raped. How animal! Repulsive! How could men like it? Did they?
"Did you like it, Doug?" she finally managed to stammer out.
"Well, not a lot," Doug hedged. "It happened too fast. Sudden like. Did
you feel it?"
"No. It hurt. I don't see how anyone enjoys it. My mother must be
right. It's only for men to enjoy."
"This is just the first time," Doug argue. "In science you don't build
your theories on the first experiment. Or on negative evidence."
"But what if that's all there is to it?"
Doug snorted. "Highly unlikely. Why are adults always so crazy about it?"
"I'm sure I don't know. And I don't care to," she added petulantly.
Doug tried to reason it out. "If adults like it so much, there must be
a pleasurable feeling to it or they wouldn't do it. If we didn't feel
pleasure, we mustn't have done it right. Therefore, the sex act has to be
learned, I guess."
"Animals don!t have to learn it," Angie said.
"Most of them live by instinct. Humans are animals too, but specialized
animals. They differ from the lower animals in several ways. They have to
learn lots of things - why not the sex act?"
Angie felt cheated. She had expected so much and all she'd gotten was a
pain between her legs! She would have loved to enjoy it to get even with
her mother. Damnation! And here the old turd turned out to be right. That
hurt even worse than the screwing! Now all she could do was go up to the
old bitch and say, "Mom, you're right. Screwing is a pain in the ass."
Wow! That'd make the old witch drop her choppers. She'd love to see the
expression on her face!
Doug was lost in thought. Were virgins always that hard to get into?
That girl had a natural chastity belt! He thought he'd never make it.
Sometimes that old try, try again routine really pays off. He chuckled
mentally. He wouldn't mind trying it again. Right now. But he didn't think
Angie'd go for it. He stole a sidelong glance at her. She was frowning.
No. Better not push his luck. But there was that one moment there. A mind
blowing feeling barely started. If he only could have held it longer. And
longer and longer. He tried to imagine it again, but he couldn't. He
wondered if Brad had ever felt it. He bet not. Not if he accused them of
holding out on information. He just had to do it again. To see if he could
recapture that feeling.
"Let's try it again, Angie," he said enthusiastically.
"No. No." She rolled away from him. "I don't want to!"
"Not tonight," he reassured her. "Another night. After we've had time
to learn how to do it right."
"It wasn't any fun for me," she pouted.
"But it could be," he said optimistically. "Think of all the married
people that go to bed every night - "
Angie interrupted. "My parents don't."
"They don't?"
"No, they don't," Angie said strongly. "My mother won't even let my
father touch her. She has her own bedroom."
"Well, where did you come from?" Doug asked. "Are you adopted?"
"No, I'm not," she said indignantly. "My mother had a hard time when I
was born. She told me. She doesn't really like kids - or husbands. We make
her nervous."
Doug looked into Angie's eyes. "She just got seared off. Before it got
to be fun. Are you going to be like her? Quit too soon?"
Angie looked deep into his eyes. What was his game? Did he like her at
all? Just a little bit? He didn't just want to hurt her again? She
hesitated.
Doug put his arm around her and hugged her to him. "I'm sorry I hurt
you this time, Angie. Really. I know it was rough on you. It was partly
the way you're made. I had to break your hymen. Before we try it next
time, we'll learn something about it. We'll make a special project of it.
We'll get some books. I'll study about the physiology and anatomy of sex
and you'll study about the techniques of doing it. What do you say?"
Angie snuggled against his bare chest. She did like the feel of his
naked male body and the smell of it, too. It felt comforting to be in his
arms. And he was so eager and happy. She liked to see him smile. He looked
different with his glasses off. A suspicion entered her mind.
"Did you feel something I didn't?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," she said impatiently.
He stopped to consider whether he should tell her or not before he
replied. Hell, why not? Maybe he could give her a false hope. He looked in
to her eyes. ÒWell, just for a minute there, I had this intense feeling.
But it went away before I could analyze it.Ó
AngieÕs curiosity was aroused. ÒAn intense feeling? Do you suppose a
girl is supposed to feel it, too?Ó
ÒThey must,Ó Doug said positively. ÒAll these mistresses the French
kings had in the history books. I bet they didnÕt fuck just for jewels!Ó
Angie considered the lewd word for a moment. ÒDoes your mother f-fuck
with your father?Ó
ÒOf course. And theyÕre always feeling each other up. When they think
IÕm not looking,Ó he added.
They stared into each otherÕs eyes, each weighing the idea and the
otherÕs reaction.
ÒIf it didnÕt hurt so much,Ó she whined.
ÒYouÕre going to be like your mother,Ó Doug warned.
ÒNo!Ó Angie said angrily.
ÒGive yourself a chance to get used to it,Ó Doug pleaded. ÒIt probably
doesnÕt hurt when itÕs done right. IÕll try to help you. Come on, let me
fuck you once more. please?Ó
Angie couldnÕt resist his begging eyes. ÒOkay. Once more. Only.Ó
ÒItÕll be better next time, youÕll see,Ó he said confidently. ÒWeÕll be
able to tell brad lots of things.Ó
ÒNot that we did it,Ó Angie objected.
ÒNot that,Ó he agreed.
ÒAre you sure we can find some good books?Ó she worried.
ÒLots of them. The library must be full of them.Ó
ÒIÕve never run across any,Ó she said pensively.
ÒIf I donÕt find any book, IÕll spy on my parents,Ó he said grandly.
Angie gasped in shock, ÒYou wouldnÕt!Ó
ÒWouldnÕt I?Ó Doug said boldly. ÒTheyÕre always encouraging me in my
research work,Ó
A picture of Doug peeking out from a closet at his parents humping in
bed filled AngieÕs mind. She started to giggle uncontrollably. Doug caught
her hysteria. They wrapped their arms around each other and rolled on the
bed, laughing wildly.
--
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 010
Chapter 3
Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the quadrangle. Too soon the
bell would ring and theyÕd have to go to classes. But for now they could
lay close together, enjoying the nearness of their bodies.
ÒYou know what time I hate the most?Ó Angie asked.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒFriday night.Ó
ÒWha-at?Ó
Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and put it on his
crotch. ÒBecause I know itÕll be a whole seven days before we can make
love again.
ÒDonÕt do that here,Ó Doug said alarmed. He looked around to see if
anyone was looking at them. No one seemed to be.
ÒWe shouldnÕt be ashamed of being in love,Ó Angie protested.
ÒAngie,Ó Doug said disapprovingly. ÒYou know how people are. TheyÕll
say weÕre too young anyway. They donÕt think we ought to know anything
about it. Or to feel any desire.Ó
ÒWe ought to invite them over on Friday night,Ó Angie said playfully.
ÒCanÕt you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us make love?Ó She
started laughing loudly at the thought.
ÒShhh! Someone will hear,Ó Doug cautioned.
ÒNo oneÕs even near us.Ó
ÒBradÕs coming over this way.Ó
Angie made a face. ÒI hope he doesnÕt start a fight again. DonÕt fight
with him. For any reason.Ó
ÒTake it easy. No sense in looking for trouble.Ó
ÒHi, there, you two,Ó Brad called as he approached them. ÒBeen having a
lot of sex lately?Ó
ÒIs that al you ever think of?Ó Doug asked.
ÒGot a better topic?Ó Brad asked.
ÒI would think an operator like you would have,Ó Angie put in.
ÒWith you, it would be dishonorable to think of anything else,Ó Brad
said mockingly, as he flopped down on the grass beside her.
Angie laughed scornfully. ÒWhat a line!Ó
ÒMamzelle, you wound me!Ó Brad exclaimed, melodramatically. He clapped
a hand over his heart, threw himself flat on the grass, and pretended to
be dead.
Angie laughed in spite of herself.
Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted by Brad.
ÒO, Angie,Ó Mary Jane exclaimed. ÒAre you coming to the dance tonight?Ó
ÒNo, IÕm busy Friday nights,Ó Angie said casually.
ÒOh, you should come,Ó Mary Jane squealed. ÒWe had so much fun last
time. DidnÕt we, girls?Ó
The girls chorused the affirmative.
A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and the resumption
of classes.
Doug got up. ÒWell, I must be off.Ó
ÒBye now,Ó Angie smiled secretively to him.
Brad sat up. He took in AngieÕs smile and looked appraisingly at Doug
as he walked away.
ÒBrad, are you coming to the dance tonight?Ó Mary Jane gushed.
ÒNot if I can find something better to do.Ó He narrowed his eyes and
looked at Angie.
ÒShe looked at him wide-eyed.
ÒYouÕve been looking good lately,Ó Brad said to Angie. He turned to the
other girls. ÒDonÕt you think so?Ó
ÒShe sure has,Ó Mary Jane said. She looked enviously at Angie.
To her chagrin, Angie blushed.
ÒYou do,Ó Brad insisted. ÒMaybe itÕs because you have a boyfriend now.Ó
AngieÕs chin went up haughtily. ÒHeÕs just a friend.Ó
ÒFriend or not, itÕs made a change in you,Ó Brad said.
ÒHow?Ó Angie asked.
ÒOhh,Ó Brad searched for words. ÒYouÕre happier - more approachable.Ó
ÒOh, IÕm not,Ó Angie protested.
ÒIÕd like to get to know you better,Ó Brad said confidently. ÒWhen can
I come over? Tonight?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Angie objected. ÒTonight is Friday.Ó
ÒSo?Ó Brad smiled enigmatically. ÒWhatÕs so sacred about Friday?Ó
"Nothing," Angie replied. "It's just that I already have plans for tonight."
"Why can't I be included?" Brad persisted.
"Because why should I change my plans?" Angie said mockingly.
"Because you'd like to take pity on a poor homeless bachelor," Brad
mocked back at her.
Mary Jane and her friends clustered around Angie, obviously impressed
by Brad's pursuit of her.
Angie preened, proud to be the center of attention. "What would we do
if you did come over?" she asked tentatively.
"What you usually do," Brad said boldly, his face expressionless. He
added, "We could play records."
"Maybe you could come over for a little while," Angie said carelessly,
with a guarded glance at the girls. She was rewarded with envious
expressions on their faces.
"What time?"
"7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No, better make it 8."
Brad studied her face. "Not 7:30. 8."
* * *
That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home and went to her
bedroom and laid on her bed and began to worry about what she had done.
What if Brad found out about what she and Doug were doing? He'd probably
tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her mother would die from the shock. It
was dangerous to let him come. Maybe she should call him and tell him not
to come? The envious faces of Mary Jane and her girlfriends came into her
memory. Their avid glances and rapt attention to her verbal tongue-of-war
with Brad pleased her all over again. They had walked with her to her
classroom afterwards, chatting with her like old friends. Her dreams of
friendship were coming true.
Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It would be a joke
on Doug. They would talk and play records for a while and then theyÕd send
him home early. She and Doug could make love afterwards. She could have
the best of everything.
Finally, she heard her name being called.
ÒAngelica.Ó
It was her mother calling! What did she want?
ÒAngelica!Ó
ÒYes, Mother.Ó
ÒOpen you r door.Ó
Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened it a crack.
ÒYes?Ó Angie asked.
ÒArenÕt you going to let me in?Ó he mother asked, somewhat uncertainly.
Angie stepped back and opened the door wider. Now what? she asked
herself. The occasions her mother visited her room were in frequent. Angie
stood, waiting.
Mr. Marlowe seemed uneasy. She kept prowling about the room, seemingly
unable to settle down. The silence grew strained. Embarrassing. Angie
determined not t o break it. Let her. She invaded my room. I didnÕt ask
her to come.
"Well," Mrs. Marlowe said nervously. She cleared her throat loudly.
"I've - I've been thinking. About what you asked me. And - and I think
it's time you did know-some things," she ended lamely. She stopped,
confused, and look at the floor.
Angie watched her mother with clear eyes. She supposed she should feel
sorry for her but all she could feel was indifference and, yes, pity. If
she could only see what a pitiful spectacle she was making of herself!
Mrs. Marlowe looked up at Angie, couldn't bear to look in her probing
eyes, and looked out the window.
"It's hard to explain," she started again hesitantly. "Especially to a
younger girl. Only married women really need to know."
Angie's eyes met hers unflinchingly. Her mother looked away quickly again.
"But, girls should be aware - they should watch out for compromising
situations. Like, you should never stay alone in a room with any boy-or
man. And don't let them touch you. Anywhere. Men are animals. It's their
nature. A girl has to protect herself."
"From what?" Angie asked innocently.
The simple question threw her mother in a tizzy. Her face turned red,
her mouth opened involuntarily and hung open, bereft of words. Obviously,
her mind was confused and shame filled her body.
"What happens, mother?" Angie asked stubbornly.
Her mother concentrated on a spot on the floor. "They touch you. It
doesn't feel good. And you'll probably get pregnant right away." She
frowned, searching for words. "It's better to put all thought of sex out
of your mind now." She straightened up. "And now you've been warned."
"Warned against what?" Angie asked, disgusted.
"About getting pregnant."
"I wasn't wanting to," Angie said. "I just wanted to know how it happens."
Her mother looked at her silently for a long moment. "You don't have to
worry about it until you're married." She added with a playful smile, "And
that's several years in the future."
"Where do babies come from?" Angie asked point blank.
"From love," Mrs. Marlowe said, embarrassed.
"Then where did I come from?"
"What do you mean?" her mother asked, confused.
"You don't love daddy."
Mrs. Marlowe turned white with an almost rising anger. She sat in agony
for a few moments, trying to control herself. Finally, she said, "It has
nothing to do with you."
Angie looked directly at her. "Yet, it has. I might have had a sister
or a brother."
Mrs. Marlowe jumped up. "Impudent!" she screamed.
"Isn't it true?" Angie persisted.
"You're just as bad as your father - always getting off the subject."
Mrs. Marlowe rushed out of the room.
It's just as well, Angie thought as she lay back on her bed. She can't
tell a straight story anyway.
But an idea kept popping into her mind and bothering her. Something
must be wrong with me because I enjoy sex. There must be some good reason
why mom is uptight about it. I must be a pervert of some kind. A
nymphomaniac!
She got up and turned on the stereo as loud as it would go,
subconsciously wishing to drown her thoughts in noise.
She poked through her clothes closet. I must dress up tonight. Brad's
coming. I hope Doug won't be mad at me. We'll get rid of Brad some way.
Then we can have it out. I can't go on. Shame engulfed her. I must stop.
It must be wrong to enjoy sex. Why, I don't know. It seems so natural,
once you get the hang of it. I wish I had a mother who could help me.
Tears filled her eyes, her vision became blurry. She had difficulty seeing
the dresses. The tears silently rolled down both cheeks and dropped on the
floor.
* * *
When the doorbell rang at 7:30, Angie was waiting. She'd had second
thoughts about surprising Doug and bad decided to tell him Brad was
coming.
"Oh, Doug - " she said as she opened the door.
Brad stepped in. "I hope you're not disappointed that it's me," he said
with a confident smirk on his young face.
"I told you to come at eight," Angie said angrily.
Brad hit his palm against his forehead in simulated distress. "Did you?
You told me two times - seven-thirty and eight. And I kept thinking ,not
eight, seven-thirty.' I must have turned them around."
"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.
"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.
"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, unmoved.
"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, with a dangerous
tone in his voice.
Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and she knew she
wasn't strong enough to throw him out alone. She decided it would be
smarter to play along with him.
"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while I get a bottle
of wine," she said, leading him to the rumpus room.
Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set built into the wall
and the shelves filled with records.
"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. "I'll be right back."
She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the breakfast nook and
dialed Doug's phone number.
"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.
Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad lounging in the
doorway, grinning at her in an oppressive way.
"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."
Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call her at the
dinner party they're at. But no one answers."
She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to the kitchen. "I
put a bottle of wine to cool in the refrigerator. Do you like port?"
"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, following her.
With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him back down to the
rumpus room. She set the tray on a table.
"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug comes?" she asked.
"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of-the-world type.
"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie directed.
Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at her in that
insinuating way. She must reach the front door first to warn Doug. She
kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.
Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he thought. Those
two must have been up to something. I'm going to be there when old Douggie
boy steps in the door. He put a record on and turned the volume down low
so he could hear the doorbell.
Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume up, I can't hear
it," she told him innocently.
Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each other sincerely.
Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to measure each
other with their eyes. Panic began to gain possession of Angie. Doug
should get here any minute, she kept thinking. I've got to be upstairs
when he comes! She tried to think of an excuse to leave.
"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll be so mad. Wait
here. I'll run up and get them."
She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet distance. She went
into the kitchen. Brad watched her open a drawer and take some coasters
out. Then she stood uncertainly, not wanting to leave. The doorbell rang.
Brad watched her dash down the hall and open the door'
In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell you - "
Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and grabbed her and
kissed her soundly.
Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded by bending her
body backward and running his hand up her skirt to the crotch band of her
panties. Angie tried to pull his hands away. In vain.
"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused tone.
Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.
"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's nothing like learning
from experience, is there?"
"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.
"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.
"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored his tone.
Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I - I - ," she
faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a disastrous end.
"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be selfish and keep all
the experiences for yourself?"
Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. She just stood
looking back at him, with dumb black eyes. SheÕs not even sorry for what
eÕs done, he thought, enraged.
ÒLetÕs show him what we can do. ThatÕs what you wanted, wasnÕt it?Ó
Doug shouted at her. And before she could make a protest, he picked her up
and ran with her down the hall to her bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug
tore her clothes off and tore his own off and threw her on the bed. He
began manipulating her naked young body. His kisses bruised her lips. She
tried to keep her teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal
caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth and she choked and
fought back now he swirled his tongue around and around and in and out.
And . . . in spite of her revulsion of another boy watching, she could
feel her body begin to get hot when he played with her breast, lightly
touching the nipple.
No, no, she thought. I donÕt want to. Not like this! But he moved his
hand down between her legs and lightly brushed up the smooth inner
softness of her thighs. Desire flamed in her and her body voluntarily
opened her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris and it erected. Her
excited body ignored her mind. It began writhing in answer to his touches.
Her buttocks began flexing, rocking her body back and forth. She pushed
her pelvis up against DougÕs pelvis and felt his hardened cock slip wetly
into her open vagina.
All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw Doug sink his
hardened rod of quivering flesh deep inside her soft hair-lined pussy. He
watched it pump up and down, in and out, making an exciting wet sucking
noise as it probed faster and faster. Their bodies banged into each other;
their faces began to look tortured. He had never imagined anything like
this! Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and his body
began to burn. He began undressing so that he would be ready to fuck this
wild young chick when his time came.
Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther back and began
to grind her young excited cunt more and more wildly up against DougÕs
pelvis. She could feel her orgasm coming; and then DougÕs body locked on
hers. While her body burned in frustration, he jerked and emptied great
gushing streams of hot, white cum deep up into her wildly clasping cuntal
passage.
Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap on the bed.
ÒI want to try it,Ó Brad said eagerly, grabbing the helpless girlÕs
ankles and spreading them far apart. He looked at her vagina to see where
he should ram his cock in. It was all red, open and surrounded by a
tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic hair. My God, he didnÕt think a girl
that small could have such a big hole! He dropped down between her open
thighs and his large hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill shot
through him when he felt it close wetly and snugly around the shaft. he
began rocking back and forth like heÕd seen Doug doing. His penis got more
and more excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and faster in
her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis all the way through her until
it reached up and came out of her mouth.
Angie hadnÕt had time to think between the time Doug had rolled off of
her and the time Brad had got on. Her vagina felt full again with a penis.
Passion had dulled her senses. She couldnÕt fight back. Naked desire ran
through her body again. She began pushing up and down against Brad. She
could feel his penis push in and pull out, sliding up and down against the
wet, slippery sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood and
formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the swollen shaft of his penis.
She strained her vaginal muscles hard against BradÕs impaling cock,
enclosing it tightly. The walls tried to lock it in her; not to let it
out. To make it go deeper and deeper into her. To swallow it. To squeeze
all the pleasure and life-giving sperm completely out of it.
Brad began panting heavier and heavier. His enlarged prick banged
harder and faster into her; banging into her cervix. His excitement became
delirious. He could feel the semen coming; it spurted out. Each spurt sent
an exquisite pleasure-pain through him. His mind became maelstrom, and
then he collapsed, exhausted, over Angie.
After his breathing subsided, his mind began to work. Man! HeÕd never
been turned on like that before. Kee-rystos. He wanted another ride on
that spinning wheel.
Brad rolled off Angie onto the bed. He saw Doug sitting cross-legged on
the floor. His penis arched upward, strong and hard.
ÒKeep her warm,Ó Brad said. ÒMan, I wana fuck that little pussy Ôtil
she canÕt walk!Ó
But he was too tired to do anything now; he couldnÕt wait for that
feeling to pass and he wanted another joy ride between those long hot
legs.
Doug didnÕt say anything. When heÕd recovered from his orgasm, heÕd
found himself watching Brad working over Angie, his slim muscular buttocks
pumping hard between her widespread thighs. The sight had sickened and
repelled him. HeÕd tried to turn away, not to look, but heÕd found he
wasnÕt strong enough. The sight of the tortured faces, the sweating,
straining bodies, the hardened flesh of BradÕs cock sinking into the soft,
hair-lined mouth of her cunt, fascinated him. heÕd felt his own excitement
return again; his penis erected. When Brad told him to keep Angie warm he
thought, why not? WhatÕs done is done. No sense going home burning.
Doug got up and climbed onto the bed. He could see AngieÕs whole naked
crotch and thighs glistening with male sperm and sexual fluids. Her vulvar
lips were grossly swollen; the inner lips were bright red. Her vagina was
engorged; the hole open and dark. What strange forbidden pleasures lurked
there!
He slid his penis into the lubricated tunnel; he could feel the vaginal
walls close around it like warm, melted butter. His penis felt hotter. As
his passion mounted, his mind turned off, killing his conscience. His mind
told him he shouldnÕt do this but his body wouldnÕt stop. His penis felt
too excited to stop. He began slooping his hardened, slightly curved shaft
in and out of her. She lay unresisting under him, moaning all the while.
His passion mounted and he fucked her harder and he felt her body respond.
They rocked together wildly, pushing against each other harder and harder,
straining muscles, fighting for breath.
AngieÕs body burned with unreleased tension. The boys had reached their
orgasms but they hadnÕt waited for her to reach hers. Maybe she would this
time. She pulled back her legs and pushed her naked pubic mound hard up
against Doug. His cock sunk all the way into her cunt, pinioning her
cervix. The semen began to burn within his shaft and then without warning,
exploded! Like volcanic tongues of searing pleasure it spewed from his
penis, erupting in the hungrily milking walls of her vagina. His mind
tripped out. He tried to hold the pleasure-pain - to make it last - but
too soon it burned out in short sputtering jets of cum. He collapsed,
panting.
ÒGet off. IÕm ready,Ó Brad ordered.
Brad stood by the bed, avidly watching them, a cruel smile playing on
his lips. His distended penis engorged with blood, pointing in the air.
Weakly, Doug rolled off AngieÕs body. ÒCanÕt you let her rest a moment?
She looks tired.Ó
ÒIÕll be easy on her,Ó Brad said.
He enjoyed looking at AngieÕs inert naked body spread out obscenely on
the bed. Her head was thrown back, her arms and legs spreadeagled. Her
fists were clenched. Her vulvar lips and vagina abnormally swollen; her
vagina flowered open and oozing white, trickling semem. He shoved Doug
aside and threw himself between her legs. His monstrous penis squeezed
into the waiting pink cunt; the tight fit gave his penis an exquisite jolt
of pleasure. His body began to undulate on top of her. His excitement
mounted and he strained and fucked into her brutally.
By this time AngieÕs mind had long ago turned off. She could no longer
think, only feel. And her body felt only one thing - a burning sexual
excitement that was never satisfied. The burning had lost all of its pain;
it had only pleasure left. Her vulvar area burned and burned and burned,
but she couldnÕt reach an orgasm.
For a moment her body felt light and free and her vagina unpressured.
Then she felt a leaden penis worm its way inside again and tease up and
down against her throbbing vaginal walls. Her vagina felt too full. The
huge penis pulled the soft fleshy walls in and out with it. Each push and
pull was beautiful. The movements began to go faster and faster, turning
each little individual moan into one long scream. She cried out helplessly
for fulfillment. Her mind became blurry, but she was aware that the
ejaculate was spraying her vagina and she was sorry that the penis would
shrivel and become soft and disappear.
Brad cried out in ecstasy and his body went limp and heavy on hers too
soon. He rolled off.
ÒYour turn,Ó Brad said to Doug.
ÒLetÕs stop now. She really looks out of it.Ó Doug objected.
ÒI donÕt care whether you want to or not,Ó Brad said savagely. ÒJust
keep her hot for me. I want to fuck her again.Ó
Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. Her face had a
dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She kept her legs pulled back, her
pelvis arched upward, displaying her tight, hair-lined cuntal lips, her
red, gaping vaginal opening, waiting for the next hardened cock.
Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was afraid of what Brad
would do to Angie if he didnÕt fuck her now.
Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect penis into the
waiting vagina. ItÕs slipping warm walls pressed tightly against his cock,
as if to squeeze out the semen, and stimulated his penis to a full
erection. A breath caught in his throat when his penis started burning.
Automatically, his whole body started working over her, pushing in and
out. He could feel his penis pull the walls out and push them back in. He
pressed deeper and deeper, faster and faster, trying to stimulate the
trigger that would shoot the semen into her.
Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis in his hands.
AngieÕs tortured face stirred his desire but DougÕs exertions, the flexing
muscles in his buttocks, his penis pulling in and out of sight, his loud
gasping pants, his contorted face, fed his sexual excitement even more.
Gently he tickled the head of his penis as he watched DougÕs body writhe
grotesquely over AngieÕs body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his
hands. He cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back and forth, sliding
it faster and faster. Gradually his penis enlarged and hardened in his
hands. He was ready for the next trip. He could hardly wait for Doug to
stop.
Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long body pushes
shortened and quickened. His penis pulled out of the vagina less and less.
He could see DougÕs body make the last anguished push into her and his
whole body stiffened and held. Doug had her pinned down to the mattress
like a butterfly and Brad could imagine the feel of his semen squirting
into her - each spurt a delicious agony.
He stood up ready to go. When DougÕs body collapsed, he pushed it off
of AngieÕs body. A triumphant feeling rose in him as he surveyed her
exhausted, but still unfulfilled body. Her arched pelvis, glistening of
semen and sexual lubrication, excited him. He ran his fingers lightly up
her inner thighs and wormed a finger deep up in her vagina.
Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further to accommodate
the entering penis.
ÒGood girl,Ó he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her body and rammed
his engorged penis into her. The tunnel felt smaller than the last time,
but the tighter pressure of the walls on his penis stimulated him more.
Each push of his cock was doubly exciting because of the pressure. He
pushed into her as hard as he could. he couldnÕt wait for involuntary
rhythm to start. He pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all
the way out only to push it in harder and deeper. The shaft brushed
sensuously against her abnormally distended vaginal walls.
Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt like a rock,
pounding into her, brushing her walls with each push and scraping her with
each pull.
Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode her as hard as
he could: beating his penis against her cervix. His buttocks flexed and
forcibly pressed his penis straighter and deeper into her vagina. The loud
wet sucking sounds emitted when he pulled his cock out spurred him on. He
pressed faster and deeper, his body pounding on top of hers. The end of
his penis hardened and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad
ground his body down harder and harder between AngieÕs widespread legs.
Now Angie was groaning continually.
At last his climax came - he could feel the ejaculate coming. His body
contracted regularly and fast and the exquisite sensations as the
ejaculate spurted into her. His mind whirled in the sensation; it
encompassed his whole body, and then it melted away.
Brad rolled off AngieÕs body and flopped limply on the bed beside her.
After he had recovered somewhat he was surprised to see Doug dressed,
sitting on a chair, observing him.
ÒGiving up?Ó Brad taunted.
ÒYes,Ó Doug said firmly. Òand you are, too.Ó
Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying inert beside him,
her body still spread-eagled open, ready for intercourse. ÒWell, sheÕs not
much good now anyway. DidnÕt help at all the last time,Ó he complained.
ÒGet up and get dressed,Ó Doug said. ÒWeÕll go.Ó
While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He straightened her
exhausted body and maneuvered it underneath the blankets. He got a
washcloth and a glass of water from the bathroom. Gently, he wiped her
face and held her head up to force a little water into her mouth.
ÒAre you ready, nurse?Ó Brad asked impatiently.
Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the washcloth and glass
back. ÒComing,Ó he said.
Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the bed. ÒGet plenty
of rest, baby,Ó he said with a snicker. ÒIÕll be back with more
ammunition. WeÕll have a fucking good time.Ó
--
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 010
Chapter 3
Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the quadrangle. Too soon the
bell would ring and theyÕd have to go to classes. But for now they could
lay close together, enjoying the nearness of their bodies.
ÒYou know what time I hate the most?Ó Angie asked.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒFriday night.Ó
ÒWha-at?Ó
Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and put it on his
crotch. ÒBecause I know itÕll be a whole seven days before we can make
love again.
ÒDonÕt do that here,Ó Doug said alarmed. He looked around to see if
anyone was looking at them. No one seemed to be.
ÒWe shouldnÕt be ashamed of being in love,Ó Angie protested.
ÒAngie,Ó Doug said disapprovingly. ÒYou know how people are. TheyÕll
say weÕre too young anyway. They donÕt think we ought to know anything
about it. Or to feel any desire.Ó
ÒWe ought to invite them over on Friday night,Ó Angie said playfully.
ÒCanÕt you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us make love?Ó She
started laughing loudly at the thought.
ÒShhh! Someone will hear,Ó Doug cautioned.
ÒNo oneÕs even near us.Ó
ÒBradÕs coming over this way.Ó
Angie made a face. ÒI hope he doesnÕt start a fight again. DonÕt fight
with him. For any reason.Ó
ÒTake it easy. No sense in looking for trouble.Ó
ÒHi, there, you two,Ó Brad called as he approached them. ÒBeen having a
lot of sex lately?Ó
ÒIs that al you ever think of?Ó Doug asked.
ÒGot a better topic?Ó Brad asked.
ÒI would think an operator like you would have,Ó Angie put in.
ÒWith you, it would be dishonorable to think of anything else,Ó Brad
said mockingly, as he flopped down on the grass beside her.
Angie laughed scornfully. ÒWhat a line!Ó
ÒMamzelle, you wound me!Ó Brad exclaimed, melodramatically. He clapped
a hand over his heart, threw himself flat on the grass, and pretended to
be dead.
Angie laughed in spite of herself.
Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted by Brad.
ÒO, Angie,Ó Mary Jane exclaimed. ÒAre you coming to the dance tonight?Ó
ÒNo, IÕm busy Friday nights,Ó Angie said casually.
ÒOh, you should come,Ó Mary Jane squealed. ÒWe had so much fun last
time. DidnÕt we, girls?Ó
The girls chorused the affirmative.
A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and the resumption
of classes.
Doug got up. ÒWell, I must be off.Ó
ÒBye now,Ó Angie smiled secretively to him.
Brad sat up. He took in AngieÕs smile and looked appraisingly at Doug
as he walked away.
ÒBrad, are you coming to the dance tonight?Ó Mary Jane gushed.
ÒNot if I can find something better to do.Ó He narrowed his eyes and
looked at Angie.
ÒShe looked at him wide-eyed.
ÒYouÕve been looking good lately,Ó Brad said to Angie. He turned to the
other girls. ÒDonÕt you think so?Ó
ÒShe sure has,Ó Mary Jane said. She looked enviously at Angie.
To her chagrin, Angie blushed.
ÒYou do,Ó Brad insisted. ÒMaybe itÕs because you have a boyfriend now.Ó
AngieÕs chin went up haughtily. ÒHeÕs just a friend.Ó
ÒFriend or not, itÕs made a change in you,Ó Brad said.
ÒHow?Ó Angie asked.
ÒOhh,Ó Brad searched for words. ÒYouÕre happier - more approachable.Ó
ÒOh, IÕm not,Ó Angie protested.
ÒIÕd like to get to know you better,Ó Brad said confidently. ÒWhen can
I come over? Tonight?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Angie objected. ÒTonight is Friday.Ó
ÒSo?Ó Brad smiled enigmatically. ÒWhatÕs so sacred about Friday?Ó
"Nothing," Angie replied. "It's just that I already have plans for tonight."
"Why can't I be included?" Brad persisted.
"Because why should I change my plans?" Angie said mockingly.
"Because you'd like to take pity on a poor homeless bachelor," Brad
mocked back at her.
Mary Jane and her friends clustered around Angie, obviously impressed
by Brad's pursuit of her.
Angie preened, proud to be the center of attention. "What would we do
if you did come over?" she asked tentatively.
"What you usually do," Brad said boldly, his face expressionless. He
added, "We could play records."
"Maybe you could come over for a little while," Angie said carelessly,
with a guarded glance at the girls. She was rewarded with envious
expressions on their faces.
"What time?"
"7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No, better make it 8."
Brad studied her face. "Not 7:30. 8."
* * *
That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home and went to her
bedroom and laid on her bed and began to worry about what she had done.
What if Brad found out about what she and Doug were doing? He'd probably
tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her mother would die from the shock. It
was dangerous to let him come. Maybe she should call him and tell him not
to come? The envious faces of Mary Jane and her girlfriends came into her
memory. Their avid glances and rapt attention to her verbal tongue-of-war
with Brad pleased her all over again. They had walked with her to her
classroom afterwards, chatting with her like old friends. Her dreams of
friendship were coming true.
Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It would be a joke
on Doug. They would talk and play records for a while and then theyÕd send
him home early. She and Doug could make love afterwards. She could have
the best of everything.
Finally, she heard her name being called.
ÒAngelica.Ó
It was her mother calling! What did she want?
ÒAngelica!Ó
ÒYes, Mother.Ó
ÒOpen you r door.Ó
Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened it a crack.
ÒYes?Ó Angie asked.
ÒArenÕt you going to let me in?Ó he mother asked, somewhat uncertainly.
Angie stepped back and opened the door wider. Now what? she asked
herself. The occasions her mother visited her room were in frequent. Angie
stood, waiting.
Mr. Marlowe seemed uneasy. She kept prowling about the room, seemingly
unable to settle down. The silence grew strained. Embarrassing. Angie
determined not t o break it. Let her. She invaded my room. I didnÕt ask
her to come.
"Well," Mrs. Marlowe said nervously. She cleared her throat loudly.
"I've - I've been thinking. About what you asked me. And - and I think
it's time you did know-some things," she ended lamely. She stopped,
confused, and look at the floor.
Angie watched her mother with clear eyes. She supposed she should feel
sorry for her but all she could feel was indifference and, yes, pity. If
she could only see what a pitiful spectacle she was making of herself!
Mrs. Marlowe looked up at Angie, couldn't bear to look in her probing
eyes, and looked out the window.
"It's hard to explain," she started again hesitantly. "Especially to a
younger girl. Only married women really need to know."
Angie's eyes met hers unflinchingly. Her mother looked away quickly again.
"But, girls should be aware - they should watch out for compromising
situations. Like, you should never stay alone in a room with any boy-or
man. And don't let them touch you. Anywhere. Men are animals. It's their
nature. A girl has to protect herself."
"From what?" Angie asked innocently.
The simple question threw her mother in a tizzy. Her face turned red,
her mouth opened involuntarily and hung open, bereft of words. Obviously,
her mind was confused and shame filled her body.
"What happens, mother?" Angie asked stubbornly.
Her mother concentrated on a spot on the floor. "They touch you. It
doesn't feel good. And you'll probably get pregnant right away." She
frowned, searching for words. "It's better to put all thought of sex out
of your mind now." She straightened up. "And now you've been warned."
"Warned against what?" Angie asked, disgusted.
"About getting pregnant."
"I wasn't wanting to," Angie said. "I just wanted to know how it happens."
Her mother looked at her silently for a long moment. "You don't have to
worry about it until you're married." She added with a playful smile, "And
that's several years in the future."
"Where do babies come from?" Angie asked point blank.
"From love," Mrs. Marlowe said, embarrassed.
"Then where did I come from?"
"What do you mean?" her mother asked, confused.
"You don't love daddy."
Mrs. Marlowe turned white with an almost rising anger. She sat in agony
for a few moments, trying to control herself. Finally, she said, "It has
nothing to do with you."
Angie looked directly at her. "Yet, it has. I might have had a sister
or a brother."
Mrs. Marlowe jumped up. "Impudent!" she screamed.
"Isn't it true?" Angie persisted.
"You're just as bad as your father - always getting off the subject."
Mrs. Marlowe rushed out of the room.
It's just as well, Angie thought as she lay back on her bed. She can't
tell a straight story anyway.
But an idea kept popping into her mind and bothering her. Something
must be wrong with me because I enjoy sex. There must be some good reason
why mom is uptight about it. I must be a pervert of some kind. A
nymphomaniac!
She got up and turned on the stereo as loud as it would go,
subconsciously wishing to drown her thoughts in noise.
She poked through her clothes closet. I must dress up tonight. Brad's
coming. I hope Doug won't be mad at me. We'll get rid of Brad some way.
Then we can have it out. I can't go on. Shame engulfed her. I must stop.
It must be wrong to enjoy sex. Why, I don't know. It seems so natural,
once you get the hang of it. I wish I had a mother who could help me.
Tears filled her eyes, her vision became blurry. She had difficulty seeing
the dresses. The tears silently rolled down both cheeks and dropped on the
floor.
* * *
When the doorbell rang at 7:30, Angie was waiting. She'd had second
thoughts about surprising Doug and bad decided to tell him Brad was
coming.
"Oh, Doug - " she said as she opened the door.
Brad stepped in. "I hope you're not disappointed that it's me," he said
with a confident smirk on his young face.
"I told you to come at eight," Angie said angrily.
Brad hit his palm against his forehead in simulated distress. "Did you?
You told me two times - seven-thirty and eight. And I kept thinking ,not
eight, seven-thirty.' I must have turned them around."
"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.
"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.
"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, unmoved.
"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, with a dangerous
tone in his voice.
Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and she knew she
wasn't strong enough to throw him out alone. She decided it would be
smarter to play along with him.
"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while I get a bottle
of wine," she said, leading him to the rumpus room.
Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set built into the wall
and the shelves filled with records.
"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. "I'll be right back."
She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the breakfast nook and
dialed Doug's phone number.
"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.
Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad lounging in the
doorway, grinning at her in an oppressive way.
"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."
Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call her at the
dinner party they're at. But no one answers."
She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to the kitchen. "I
put a bottle of wine to cool in the refrigerator. Do you like port?"
"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, following her.
With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him back down to the
rumpus room. She set the tray on a table.
"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug comes?" she asked.
"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of-the-world type.
"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie directed.
Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at her in that
insinuating way. She must reach the front door first to warn Doug. She
kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.
Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he thought. Those
two must have been up to something. I'm going to be there when old Douggie
boy steps in the door. He put a record on and turned the volume down low
so he could hear the doorbell.
Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume up, I can't hear
it," she told him innocently.
Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each other sincerely.
Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to measure each
other with their eyes. Panic began to gain possession of Angie. Doug
should get here any minute, she kept thinking. I've got to be upstairs
when he comes! She tried to think of an excuse to leave.
"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll be so mad. Wait
here. I'll run up and get them."
She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet distance. She went
into the kitchen. Brad watched her open a drawer and take some coasters
out. Then she stood uncertainly, not wanting to leave. The doorbell rang.
Brad watched her dash down the hall and open the door'
In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell you - "
Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and grabbed her and
kissed her soundly.
Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded by bending her
body backward and running his hand up her skirt to the crotch band of her
panties. Angie tried to pull his hands away. In vain.
"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused tone.
Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.
"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's nothing like learning
from experience, is there?"
"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.
"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.
"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored his tone.
Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I - I - ," she
faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a disastrous end.
"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be selfish and keep all
the experiences for yourself?"
Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. She just stood
looking back at him, with dumb black eyes. SheÕs not even sorry for what
eÕs done, he thought, enraged.
ÒLetÕs show him what we can do. ThatÕs what you wanted, wasnÕt it?Ó
Doug shouted at her. And before she could make a protest, he picked her up
and ran with her down the hall to her bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug
tore her clothes off and tore his own off and threw her on the bed. He
began manipulating her naked young body. His kisses bruised her lips. She
tried to keep her teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal
caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth and she choked and
fought back now he swirled his tongue around and around and in and out.
And . . . in spite of her revulsion of another boy watching, she could
feel her body begin to get hot when he played with her breast, lightly
touching the nipple.
No, no, she thought. I donÕt want to. Not like this! But he moved his
hand down between her legs and lightly brushed up the smooth inner
softness of her thighs. Desire flamed in her and her body voluntarily
opened her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris and it erected. Her
excited body ignored her mind. It began writhing in answer to his touches.
Her buttocks began flexing, rocking her body back and forth. She pushed
her pelvis up against DougÕs pelvis and felt his hardened cock slip wetly
into her open vagina.
All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw Doug sink his
hardened rod of quivering flesh deep inside her soft hair-lined pussy. He
watched it pump up and down, in and out, making an exciting wet sucking
noise as it probed faster and faster. Their bodies banged into each other;
their faces began to look tortured. He had never imagined anything like
this! Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and his body
began to burn. He began undressing so that he would be ready to fuck this
wild young chick when his time came.
Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther back and began
to grind her young excited cunt more and more wildly up against DougÕs
pelvis. She could feel her orgasm coming; and then DougÕs body locked on
hers. While her body burned in frustration, he jerked and emptied great
gushing streams of hot, white cum deep up into her wildly clasping cuntal
passage.
Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap on the bed.
ÒI want to try it,Ó Brad said eagerly, grabbing the helpless girlÕs
ankles and spreading them far apart. He looked at her vagina to see where
he should ram his cock in. It was all red, open and surrounded by a
tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic hair. My God, he didnÕt think a girl
that small could have such a big hole! He dropped down between her open
thighs and his large hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill shot
through him when he felt it close wetly and snugly around the shaft. he
began rocking back and forth like heÕd seen Doug doing. His penis got more
and more excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and faster in
her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis all the way through her until
it reached up and came out of her mouth.
Angie hadnÕt had time to think between the time Doug had rolled off of
her and the time Brad had got on. Her vagina felt full again with a penis.
Passion had dulled her senses. She couldnÕt fight back. Naked desire ran
through her body again. She began pushing up and down against Brad. She
could feel his penis push in and pull out, sliding up and down against the
wet, slippery sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood and
formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the swollen shaft of his penis.
She strained her vaginal muscles hard against BradÕs impaling cock,
enclosing it tightly. The walls tried to lock it in her; not to let it
out. To make it go deeper and deeper into her. To swallow it. To squeeze
all the pleasure and life-giving sperm completely out of it.
Brad began panting heavier and heavier. His enlarged prick banged
harder and faster into her; banging into her cervix. His excitement became
delirious. He could feel the semen coming; it spurted out. Each spurt sent
an exquisite pleasure-pain through him. His mind became maelstrom, and
then he collapsed, exhausted, over Angie.
After his breathing subsided, his mind began to work. Man! HeÕd never
been turned on like that before. Kee-rystos. He wanted another ride on
that spinning wheel.
Brad rolled off Angie onto the bed. He saw Doug sitting cross-legged on
the floor. His penis arched upward, strong and hard.
ÒKeep her warm,Ó Brad said. ÒMan, I wana fuck that little pussy Ôtil
she canÕt walk!Ó
But he was too tired to do anything now; he couldnÕt wait for that
feeling to pass and he wanted another joy ride between those long hot
legs.
Doug didnÕt say anything. When heÕd recovered from his orgasm, heÕd
found himself watching Brad working over Angie, his slim muscular buttocks
pumping hard between her widespread thighs. The sight had sickened and
repelled him. HeÕd tried to turn away, not to look, but heÕd found he
wasnÕt strong enough. The sight of the tortured faces, the sweating,
straining bodies, the hardened flesh of BradÕs cock sinking into the soft,
hair-lined mouth of her cunt, fascinated him. heÕd felt his own excitement
return again; his penis erected. When Brad told him to keep Angie warm he
thought, why not? WhatÕs done is done. No sense going home burning.
Doug got up and climbed onto the bed. He could see AngieÕs whole naked
crotch and thighs glistening with male sperm and sexual fluids. Her vulvar
lips were grossly swollen; the inner lips were bright red. Her vagina was
engorged; the hole open and dark. What strange forbidden pleasures lurked
there!
He slid his penis into the lubricated tunnel; he could feel the vaginal
walls close around it like warm, melted butter. His penis felt hotter. As
his passion mounted, his mind turned off, killing his conscience. His mind
told him he shouldnÕt do this but his body wouldnÕt stop. His penis felt
too excited to stop. He began slooping his hardened, slightly curved shaft
in and out of her. She lay unresisting under him, moaning all the while.
His passion mounted and he fucked her harder and he felt her body respond.
They rocked together wildly, pushing against each other harder and harder,
straining muscles, fighting for breath.
AngieÕs body burned with unreleased tension. The boys had reached their
orgasms but they hadnÕt waited for her to reach hers. Maybe she would this
time. She pulled back her legs and pushed her naked pubic mound hard up
against Doug. His cock sunk all the way into her cunt, pinioning her
cervix. The semen began to burn within his shaft and then without warning,
exploded! Like volcanic tongues of searing pleasure it spewed from his
penis, erupting in the hungrily milking walls of her vagina. His mind
tripped out. He tried to hold the pleasure-pain - to make it last - but
too soon it burned out in short sputtering jets of cum. He collapsed,
panting.
ÒGet off. IÕm ready,Ó Brad ordered.
Brad stood by the bed, avidly watching them, a cruel smile playing on
his lips. His distended penis engorged with blood, pointing in the air.
Weakly, Doug rolled off AngieÕs body. ÒCanÕt you let her rest a moment?
She looks tired.Ó
ÒIÕll be easy on her,Ó Brad said.
He enjoyed looking at AngieÕs inert naked body spread out obscenely on
the bed. Her head was thrown back, her arms and legs spreadeagled. Her
fists were clenched. Her vulvar lips and vagina abnormally swollen; her
vagina flowered open and oozing white, trickling semem. He shoved Doug
aside and threw himself between her legs. His monstrous penis squeezed
into the waiting pink cunt; the tight fit gave his penis an exquisite jolt
of pleasure. His body began to undulate on top of her. His excitement
mounted and he strained and fucked into her brutally.
By this time AngieÕs mind had long ago turned off. She could no longer
think, only feel. And her body felt only one thing - a burning sexual
excitement that was never satisfied. The burning had lost all of its pain;
it had only pleasure left. Her vulvar area burned and burned and burned,
but she couldnÕt reach an orgasm.
For a moment her body felt light and free and her vagina unpressured.
Then she felt a leaden penis worm its way inside again and tease up and
down against her throbbing vaginal walls. Her vagina felt too full. The
huge penis pulled the soft fleshy walls in and out with it. Each push and
pull was beautiful. The movements began to go faster and faster, turning
each little individual moan into one long scream. She cried out helplessly
for fulfillment. Her mind became blurry, but she was aware that the
ejaculate was spraying her vagina and she was sorry that the penis would
shrivel and become soft and disappear.
Brad cried out in ecstasy and his body went limp and heavy on hers too
soon. He rolled off.
ÒYour turn,Ó Brad said to Doug.
ÒLetÕs stop now. She really looks out of it.Ó Doug objected.
ÒI donÕt care whether you want to or not,Ó Brad said savagely. ÒJust
keep her hot for me. I want to fuck her again.Ó
Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. Her face had a
dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She kept her legs pulled back, her
pelvis arched upward, displaying her tight, hair-lined cuntal lips, her
red, gaping vaginal opening, waiting for the next hardened cock.
Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was afraid of what Brad
would do to Angie if he didnÕt fuck her now.
Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect penis into the
waiting vagina. ItÕs slipping warm walls pressed tightly against his cock,
as if to squeeze out the semen, and stimulated his penis to a full
erection. A breath caught in his throat when his penis started burning.
Automatically, his whole body started working over her, pushing in and
out. He could feel his penis pull the walls out and push them back in. He
pressed deeper and deeper, faster and faster, trying to stimulate the
trigger that would shoot the semen into her.
Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis in his hands.
AngieÕs tortured face stirred his desire but DougÕs exertions, the flexing
muscles in his buttocks, his penis pulling in and out of sight, his loud
gasping pants, his contorted face, fed his sexual excitement even more.
Gently he tickled the head of his penis as he watched DougÕs body writhe
grotesquely over AngieÕs body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his
hands. He cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back and forth, sliding
it faster and faster. Gradually his penis enlarged and hardened in his
hands. He was ready for the next trip. He could hardly wait for Doug to
stop.
Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long body pushes
shortened and quickened. His penis pulled out of the vagina less and less.
He could see DougÕs body make the last anguished push into her and his
whole body stiffened and held. Doug had her pinned down to the mattress
like a butterfly and Brad could imagine the feel of his semen squirting
into her - each spurt a delicious agony.
He stood up ready to go. When DougÕs body collapsed, he pushed it off
of AngieÕs body. A triumphant feeling rose in him as he surveyed her
exhausted, but still unfulfilled body. Her arched pelvis, glistening of
semen and sexual lubrication, excited him. He ran his fingers lightly up
her inner thighs and wormed a finger deep up in her vagina.
Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further to accommodate
the entering penis.
ÒGood girl,Ó he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her body and rammed
his engorged penis into her. The tunnel felt smaller than the last time,
but the tighter pressure of the walls on his penis stimulated him more.
Each push of his cock was doubly exciting because of the pressure. He
pushed into her as hard as he could. he couldnÕt wait for involuntary
rhythm to start. He pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all
the way out only to push it in harder and deeper. The shaft brushed
sensuously against her abnormally distended vaginal walls.
Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt like a rock,
pounding into her, brushing her walls with each push and scraping her with
each pull.
Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode her as hard as
he could: beating his penis against her cervix. His buttocks flexed and
forcibly pressed his penis straighter and deeper into her vagina. The loud
wet sucking sounds emitted when he pulled his cock out spurred him on. He
pressed faster and deeper, his body pounding on top of hers. The end of
his penis hardened and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad
ground his body down harder and harder between AngieÕs widespread legs.
Now Angie was groaning continually.
At last his climax came - he could feel the ejaculate coming. His body
contracted regularly and fast and the exquisite sensations as the
ejaculate spurted into her. His mind whirled in the sensation; it
encompassed his whole body, and then it melted away.
Brad rolled off AngieÕs body and flopped limply on the bed beside her.
After he had recovered somewhat he was surprised to see Doug dressed,
sitting on a chair, observing him.
ÒGiving up?Ó Brad taunted.
ÒYes,Ó Doug said firmly. Òand you are, too.Ó
Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying inert beside him,
her body still spread-eagled open, ready for intercourse. ÒWell, sheÕs not
much good now anyway. DidnÕt help at all the last time,Ó he complained.
ÒGet up and get dressed,Ó Doug said. ÒWeÕll go.Ó
While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He straightened her
exhausted body and maneuvered it underneath the blankets. He got a
washcloth and a glass of water from the bathroom. Gently, he wiped her
face and held her head up to force a little water into her mouth.
ÒAre you ready, nurse?Ó Brad asked impatiently.
Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the washcloth and glass
back. ÒComing,Ó he said.
Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the bed. ÒGet plenty
of rest, baby,Ó he said with a snicker. ÒIÕll be back with more
ammunition. WeÕll have a fucking good time.Ó
--
If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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On Tue, 1 Oct 1996, Ruben Bourbois wrote:
> test
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Hmmmm, now here's one more-than-inappropriate cross-post methinx (sorry to
continue it, but it did strike me as being rather funny!)
Adios,
Chris
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From: Julian <jules@ersatz.com>
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better because we created almost everything you use in daily life
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 01:58:31 -0400
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Cody Hatch wrote:
>
> > > -> > The Internet,
>
> I thought some swiss people thought this one up?
>
> > > -> > The Airplane,
>
> Sorry, but this one I know! China had the first airplane some thousands
> of years before America was invaded and conqueroed by a severe case of
> measeles, brought to you by your friendly neigbourohood pilgrim! And
> after that New Zealand boasted a powered flight around the turn of the
> century--well before the kitty hawk incedent. Of course, orville and
> wilbur were merely following in the footsteps of that other idolized
> here, Columbos. Yes, a man who could be compared to a modern man who
> set off for the corner store to buy a quart of milk, got lost 'caouse he
> turned left, not right, and found the library, named it "the corner
> store", much to the consternation of everyoen ealready at the library,
> and not lost in the leat, and then went home, never actually relizing
> until later that he never actually got to the corner store! At this
> point he went Ah ha! I relize my mistake! I found the laundry!! Of
> course, he hadn't done anything of the kind, so we made him a hero! This
> his typical US thinking.
Don't know quite what to make of the above. I think it's english. It
looks an awful lot like 'asswipeish' language.
> > > -> > The First Nuclear reactor,
>
> Yeah, and the first and only country to blow not one but two nuclear
> bombs up, soa s to kill and main thousands upon thousands of inoccent
> civilians of a country in the process of surrendering!
You're so full of shit, your eyes are brown. The Japenese were NOT in
the process of surrendering you twit. Every village would have had to be
taken. Every man and woman would have fought and died for their emporer.
He only gave in after he saw the destruction of two of his cities. Get a
clue. An estimated one million casualties if we invaded.
> > > Windows '95 is from the States, also.
>
> See? I rest my case. The US is obviuosly a horrible place, fit only
> for the type of reject deviant retards that would not only voluntarily
> live there, but claim to LIKE IT!!!!
>
> Cody
Yeah ..Win95..probably soon, if not now, the most popular used software
ever. Including win311.
That's why no one should take you serious.
You dick.
Julian
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From: a-alvare@isis.uniandes.edu.co (Alexandre Alvarez Guevara)
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better because we created almost everything you use in daily life
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Cody Hatch (jhatch@netlink.co.nz) wrote:
:
: > > Windows '95 is from the States, also.
:
: See? I rest my case. The US is obviuosly a horrible place, fit only
: for the type of reject deviant retards that would not only voluntarily
: live there, but claim to LIKE IT!!!!
Why do you hyave to mock at such a great/efficient OS? Even the ALIENS
use it!!
(Didn't you see Independence day?)
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better because we created almost everything you use in daily life
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In article <324E9578.7087@eastwind.livewire.com.au>, sean
<sjones@eastwind.livewire.com.au> wrote:
-> Nervous wrote:
-> >
-> > In article <01bba580$84831280$63d4dfc2@reynolds.interesource.co.uk>, "Owen
-> > Reynolds" <owen@interesource.co.uk> wrote:
-> >
-> > Didn't Marconi do the first ever wireless transmission to the UK while he
-> > was in Canada?
-> the assemblt line iis american and it was henty ford whom invented the
-> process.
-> Smilin Joe Fission P.S.I am australian
Henty Ford?! Go back to fucking kangaroos, mate!
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better because we created almost everything you use in daily life
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Nervous wrote:
>
> In article <01bba580$84831280$63d4dfc2@reynolds.interesource.co.uk>, "Owen
> Reynolds" <owen@interesource.co.uk> wrote:
>
> -> Eisen Chao <echao@thymaster.interaccess.com> wrote in article
> -> <51mmvk$mlq@nntp.interaccess.com>...
> ->
> -> > Please consider these to be but a small sample of our
> -> > (i.e. American) contribution to the betterment of ALL Mankind:
> -> >
> -> > Television, Computer, The Internet, Telegraph, Transistors,
> -> > The Modern Assembly Line, Quality control, Air Conditioning,
> -> > Blood Transfusions, The Airplane, The Microwave Oven, CD-ROMs,
> -> > The Video Recorder, Lasers, The First Nuclear reactor,
> -> > Communications satellites, etc. etc.
> ->
> -> I apologise for intruding on this scintillating conversation but there are
> -> a few mistakes in the above rant.
> ->
> -> The television was invented in Scotland.
>
> But, the converter box was invented in the States.
>
> -> The computer in Manchester,England.
>
> Windows '95 is from the States, also.
>
> -> The Internet. I give you, is american. But the First computer network was
> -> built in Cambridge, England. The Telegraph was invented by Marconi.
> -> Transistors Are american, well done. The modern assembly line was pioneered
> -> in Germany. Need I go on.
> ->
> -> F.
>
> Didn't Marconi do the first ever wireless transmission to the UK while he
> was in Canada?
the assemblt line iis american and it was henty ford whom invented the
process.
Smilin Joe Fission P.S.I am australian
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From: Schmie_C@nc.edu (Chaz Schmiesing)
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better because we created almost everything you use in daily life
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 14:15:47 GMT
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anyone@great.white.north wrote:
>eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity) wrote:
>>The computer may have been created in England, but if you will take note
>>you will notice that all major computer companies are from the good old
>>USA! YOu will also notice that the major software companies are also
>Except, of course, Mitsubishi...
>>American. I will add that the USA created the automobile, goold old Henry
>>Ford again. We also created that wonderful littke thing that helped stop
>Try again. Ford invented the first assembly line.
The first assembly line was used to produce firearms. I forget the
name of the person who was the innovator of the process, however.
Chaz
"You can board a plane, plane a board, or be just plain bored"
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From: Coogrr@msn.com (Coogrr Cat)
Subject: Jean's Journey m/f, nc, impreg, suicide......Pt 6
Date: 30 Sep 96 23:33:42 -0700
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Jeanâs Journey........m/f, nc, impreg, suicide......Pt 6
This is a work of fiction. If you are not 21, go read mother goose
rhymes. If you are offended by graphic language, descriptive sex,
etc., go to the library and read William F. Buckley.
Mr. Washington met me in the parking lot about 5:15. He simply said I
was to get in my car and follow him. I followed his car as he left
Research Park and headed toward the main gate to Redstone Arsenal. He
went just past the gate and pulled over in front of some apartments
that are used mostly by soldiers who are in transit. I pulled up
behind him and got out of my car.
"Follow me", he instructed as he set out for the nearest building.
Reaching the front door to unit 4, he knocked and as I reached the
door, it was opened from the inside. He stepped in and I followed. My
eyes darted around the small apartment. There were two black men
seated at the small table and another standing next to Mr. Washington.
"Hi fellas. Here is the little slut I told you about. She can't live
without a good black cock stuffing her tight little cunt, can you?"
he said as he looked at me. I sort of stammered something and
blushed, wishing I could die right there. "Speak up, we didn't hear
you", continued Mr. Washington, now with a decided edge to his voice.
"Yes", I answered, louder this time.
"Yes, what!?"
Yes, I like black cock. I like to be fucked.", I answered, not
believing the words coming out of my mouth.
"Well what are we waiting for little gal", said one of the men at the
table as he began to get up.
Mr. Washington held up his hand, motioning for the man to sit down.
He turned to me and said, "I have selected these men just for you. To
satisfy that itch. You will fuck each one of them. They will each
call me later to let me know just how well you satisfied them. If I
get any bad reports, you will get more of what you got this morning
in my office. Is that clear?"
"Yes", I replied as he waved to the three men, bid them a good time
and left the apartment.
"As I said before, there is no use waiting" said the man that had
spoken earlier. He got up from the table and took two steps over to
me and grabbed my hand. "I'll get ready for you Eugene" he said as he
pulled me into the small bedroom. "Don't just stand there, get out of
those clothes", he ordered as he got rid of his trousers and briefs.
I must have been staring because I had never seen a cock that big. It
was nearly to his knees and the head was nearly the size of my fist.
He must have noticed my look because he hefted it and sort of waved
it saying, "I'll bet this is the biggest cock you have ever seen
Missy. Just wait until I open up that cute little bald cunt of yours,
and you will really know what it is to be fucked. Now get on the bed,
on your hands and knees. I am going to give you this like a bitch you
are deserves."
I got on the bed and rested my arms on the pillows. I knew my ass and
cunt were sticking up obscenely, my cunt lips dripping and open from
my previous workout with the dildo. I felt the bed springs give as He
climbed up behind me. Then I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled
me back against him. Then I felt the massive head of his cock against
my cunt. "Bitch, guide my cock into that tiny cunt of yours", he
commanded.
I reached back between my legs and managed to grab his monster cock.
I sort of wiggled back a bit and rubbed the head up and down my slit
until my lips splayed open I got the head at the entrance to my cunt.
I started to push back slowly, planning of trying to take it a little
at a time. "Arrrhhhh ooohhh iieieie", I screamed as he lunged his
hips forward, driving most of his cock deep into my cunt. I felt like
I had been opened to my throat. I couldn't catch my breath as he
began to pull back then slam it in even deeper. I was almost blind
with pain. And still he kept hammering away until the pain became
just a dull ache. Then I noticed that my clit was being rubbed and
excited by the movement of his cock and I began to respond. I think I
came three times before I felt him stiffen, lurch forward one more
time, and then I felt his hot cum splashing against my womb.
After he was finished, he pulled his cock from me with a loud plop,
and said, "Not bad bitch. I will send Eugene in".
He left and Eugene came in and after Eugene there was Keshawn then I
was permitted to go home. I got home and soaked in a hot bath for
nearly two hours then went to bed, sore and exhausted.
When I got to work the next morning there was an envelope on my desk.
I opened it and found several 8x10 photos of me being fucked by the
three men. My face was clearly visible in all and on some of them it
was obvious I was in the throes of an orgasm. There was also a key
and a short note from Mr. Washington. The informed me the key was for
the apartment and that I was to stop there each night on my way home.
At 6PM one to three black men would arrive at the apartment. I was to
fuck them without question or my husband would receive a set of the
pictures.
This situation continued for six weeks. During that time I fucked
nearly 50 different black men. I began to look forward to my nightly
visit. The fucking kept the itch in my cunt under control and my cunt
had been stretched so much I needed the large cocks that most of the
men who fucked me had. My husband was getting more and more impatient
as I was still not allowed to let him fuck me.
That all changed one morning when I was called to Mr. Washington's
office. I walked in and found Gina from the pharmacy. "Well my little
slut come in. Sit down. We have to start taking better care of you
now."
As I sat down I noticed Gina fighting hard to keep from laughing. I
wondered what new torture these two had cooked up now.
"You have done very well the past several weeks Jean, so now you will
no longer have to take any of the medication." Mr. Washington said
and then continued, "Also you may resume sex with your husband. You
will however, have to continue the weekly urine tests. After all, we
need to monitor your condition".
"What are you talking about?", I asked,
"Well, my little slut, you are pregnant and you are going to have a
black baby and you don't have a clue as to who the father is."
replied Mr. Washington, with a tone of triumph in his voice.
"But, but, that's impossible. I have been taking my birth control
pills and.. uh" I began.
"Oh shut up you stupid bitch. You have been taking sugar pills for
the past three months, not birth control pills", injected Gina.
"Oh, god, no, no", I sobbed as I felt myself beginning to faint.
To be continued
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From: bbuster111@aol.com (BBuster111)
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Subject: Richard & Jonathan Get Mugged ff/mm MM/mm N/c
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This story is entirely fictional. The characters can be imagined
to look like two famous Television stars who are real brothers. If you
are offended by stories like this or are not 18+ years old please do not
read any further. E-mail me if you like it, otherwise don't read it. I
do not think this got posted the first time I tried. If it did, I
apololgize for the duplication.
Richard and Jonathan Get Mugged
Richard and his younger brother Jonathan were walking down the
city street at dusk and took a short cut through an ally. They were not
too familiar with the area because they were visiting for a benefit
performance of their band in town. They were not well known for the band,
that they just did for fun. They wanted to avoid the crowds since they
were pretty well known as television stars, so they took the back way out.
Richard was 16 years old and good looking with blue eyes and short blonde
hair, but slightly shorter than his younger brother Jonathan who was tall
for his age. Jonathan was a handsome 14 year old, with light brown hair,
bright blue eyes and he sported an earring. Both boys were wearing jeans
and t-shirts. The boys were walking along when a couple of teen aged
black girls confronted the two of them in the alley. The first girl
suddenly demanded "Give us your money!" Well, the girls didn't even have
any weapons out! Richard, always the charmer, decided to try to talk his
way out. "Don't you recognize us, we're TV stars! Want our autographs?"
Meanwhile Jonathan was trying to remember some of those karate lessons he
had taken and mentally prepared himself for trouble.
The girl smiled and replied "Oh, you're in show biz! Well take a
bow, then!" By the time Richard figured out what she meant she had
slammed her foot full force right into his balls. Richard's smile
disappeared as he grunted and doubled up. He dropped to the ground
clutching his balls and coughing. He couldn't even say anything or yell
out because of the pain and nausea. Richard had never been nailed in the
nuts before and he hoped he could still have sex. In the mean time, the
girl casually came up to him and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket
in his jeans. Richard wanted to object or do something, but the pain was
too much and all he could do was lie there.
In the meantime, Jonathan's assailant had attacked him just after
his brother had been nailed. However Jonathan was warned and had time to
block the girl's kick at his balls. Jonathan came back with a punch to
the girl's face and it scored. The girl grunted and her nose trickled
some blood but she came right back with some quick punches of her own.
Jonathan was hard pressed to block them but he managed to and then decided
to try out a karate kick. However Jonathan was a bit off balance and the
kick came in slow. The next thing he knew, she had a hold of his leg and
Jonathan was in an exposed position. It dawned on him what was going to
happen, and he tried to cover his groin. Too late! The street fighting
girl had lightning quick reflexes and had just slammed her foot into his
exposed crotch. At first Jonathan didn't feel much as he fell back and he
thought he had avoided the worst of the blow, but then it hit him.
Jonathan's face turned white and he fell to his knees, moaning and
retching from the agony in his poor virgin balls. He was only 14 and
hadn't even had a chance to use them yet! The girl was still angry from
the punch Jonathan had given her, which she now thought might have broken
her nose it hurt so much. She decided she wasn't done yet. She gave
Jonathan a kick in the face, but he managed to block the worst of it and
it slammed into his cheek bone and he fell backwards and sprawled out up
against the alley wall. As he struggled to get back up again, she slammed
another kick into his balls and Jonathan felt his nuts explode in white
hot pain. The boy clutched his groin and fell to his side in a fetal
position. He was in such pain that he began to retch and vomit as the
girl quickly grabbed his wallet from him. Both girls then ran off with
their loot and left the boys in the alley.
About five minutes later, Richard managed to get himself up and
moved over to help his brother out. "Shit, that bitch kicked me in the
balls!" Richard complained. "Ohhhh... man, well she kicked me there
twice!" Jonathan moaned. As Richard waited for his brother to recover, he
heard another noise behind him. Oh, shit! He thought, more trouble!
There were two black guys there, but they had a look of concern on their
faces and one of them asked "Do you guys need help? Looks like you got
mugged!" "Yeah", Richard replied, "These two..." then he hesitated
because it was embarrassing that two girls had beaten them up. "Don't
worry about it, lets get you guys out of this alley" the same guy
interjected and saved him from having to finish. The two black guys
reached down and helped the two brothers along. Richard could manage on
his own but Jonathan still looked sick and had to have help. They walked
about a block or two to a mangy looking house. Richard was worried but he
figured he could call from the house to get help. Nobody really was
talking at this point. "We'll get you guys something and let you rest up
a bit and recover" the same guy said as they entered the house. Jonathan
sat down on an old sofa, still holding his nuts but looking a bit better
and Richard immediately asked for a phone. "Well, unfortunately the phone
company turned us off because I couldn't pay the bill. My name is
Malcolm, by the way, and this is my brother Bo." The black man pointed to
his brother and then extended his hand to Richard. Richard was a bit
disappointed that the phone was no good but this guy was real friendly and
the two boys were sympathetic to the poor. He shook the large man's hand
and replied "I'm Richard and this is my brother Jonathan." Jonathan
offered a weak "Hi." Richard decided not to say anything about being
famous just yet and it didn't seem like they had been recognized.
"Jonathan I see you're holding your crotch did you get hit in the balls?"
Malcolm asked bluntly. "Yeah, we both did by these two girls!" Jonathan
replied and then looked embarrassed, as did his brother. The black guys
smiled a bit but then Bo said "Those girl gangs are no joke, guys. You
two are lucky you didn't get cut or worse!" Let me see if I can help you.
Just then Jonathan winced in pain again, and Bo instructed him to lay
back on the couch and put his arms up. Jonathan did so, still moaning.
"I had some ER training," Bo went on, "do you mind if I check you out for
any serious damage? I know its embarrassing, son, but you don't want to
lose your ability to have a family." Richard started to object, but
Jonathan whispered an "OK..." and he decided it would be all right. As
his brother laid down Malcolm then said to Richard "looks like you have
had a rough time, too. If you want to take a shower and get freshened up,
you can use ours while we wait for my mom to get home. She can drive you
guys home, then." Richard thought this was a bit strange, but then he
looked at himself in a mirror and saw that he really looked like shit. He
had some vomit on his shirt from Jonathan and was dirty and sweaty as
well. "I can wash your clothes, too." Malcolm offered. Richard was also
somewhat vain so he agreed with an "OK" and stepped into the bathroom.
The door didn't close completely but it was private. He started the water
and quickly stripped his clothes off. "Do you want to hand me your dirty
clothes, Richard?" he heard Malcolm ask through the door. "Yeah, I'm
coming" Richard replied and picked up his clothes, handing them to
Malcolm, who had opened the door a bit so he could get the clothes.
Malcolm got a good look at the sixteen year old as he handed him his
clothes. He was nicely hung for his age and totally hairless except for
some blonde crotch hair. His pink balls hung enticingly below. Richard
noticed that Malcolm could see him naked but he really was not too modest
and its not like the guy was staring. He had been naked in front of other
guys before, after all. Richard took the shower and massaged his aching
balls, just glad that they had found some decent people for a change.
Malcolm was getting real hard from seeing that stud naked. He loved that
kid on the morning TV show he starred on and could not believe his luck.
He and his brother were going to have some fun today!
Meanwhile, Bo had helped Jonathan to unzip his jeans and pull them
down. He removed the boy's shoes and took his pants completely off.
Jonathan had on a pair of tight jockey shorts. His penis was tucked in
above his balls which were tightly packed below. He was not too large,
but then again the boy was only 14 years old. "OK, Jonathan, lets see
what happened to you." With that he carefully peeled the boy's shorts off
and exposed his genitals. The boy was naturally hairless at his age
except for the crotch area, which had recently gotten hairy. His penis
was a delicate pink, as were his balls which hung loosely below in the
scrotum. His balls were red and swollen from being repeatedly kicked,
however and Bo could see that. He completely removed the boy's shorts and
Jonathan held his balls again, "Ohhh damn, it hurts like hell!" he cried.
"OK son, relax and let me see if there is any damage." Bo took the boy's
scrotum and began to feel his testicles and put light pressure on them.
With that Jonathan winced "Owww..." Bo continued to feel the boy's
gorgeous balls and by now he had a raging hard on. His brother entered
the room and took a good look at the spread eagled 14 year old. "No
permanent damage, Jonathan" Bo told the boy, "But you will need time for
the swelling and pain to go down. They may hurt for a few days."
Jonathan suddenly felt very exposed and sat up covering his genitals.
"Well, in baseball last year a ball hit me in the nuts and that hurt like
hell for a while. But I got better, its just that this was even worse and
she kicked me twice." Jonathan related. As he reached for his shorts to
get dressed again he felt a large hand jerk his head back by his hair.
"Hey!" Jonathan cried out as he struggled in surprise and grabbed at Bo's
hand, but then the black guy grabbed him by the balls with his other hand
none to gently. Jonathan cried out in shock and pain as the large man
slammed his head into the couch and kept up a brutal hold on the fourteen
year old's nuts. Jonathan's pristine rear end was exposed to the big man
as he held the boy by his hair and balls. Jonathan could hardly speak
because of the excruciating pain and he just started to wail and sob.
As Bo prepared to rape his brother, Richard was just finishing his
shower. As he stepped out and looked for a towel he heard some noises.
He could not find a towel and just then Malcolm stepped in with a towel.
Richard was confused but he reached for the towel. As the young man
reached for the towel, Malcolm kept a hold of it and kicked upward with
his foot, aiming for Richard's balls. His foot hit the boy's sack dead
on, and for the second time today Richard doubled up and hit the floor.
As Richard lay on the ground holding his balls and retching, Malcolm
leaned over and said "Time to fuck Ryan!" using the name of Richard's
character on TV. He realized now that these two guys knew who they were
and intended to rape them! My God they had leaped from the frying pan
into the fire! Richard tried to beg "Wait...(cough)...I can get you lots
of money...", but Malcolm was interested in his ass, not his money. He
quickly grabbed Richard's hands and cuffed the boy. With Richard lying
helpless on the floor, Malcolm took his own clothes off and let his huge,
erect black cock out. He then lifted Richard up by the hair and demanded
that he suck his cock. He calmly explained that if he did anything
foolish like bite or if he refused, he would cut the boy's balls off and
let him go. A eunuch for life. Richard was scared shitless, and he let
the huge rod slide into his mouth. He almost gagged as it slammed into
his throat, but Malcolm instructed him on how to suck cock properly, and
he did it. Soon Richard was sucking his cock for all he was worth, trying
to pretend that this was just a bad dream. Soon Malcolm started to spill
his load, and demanded that Richard swallow it as he pulled out a bit
prematurely. He was saving some for later and he had terrific control.
The blonde boy looked sick as some of the cum dripped out and he gagged,
but he swallowed some of it as instructed. Then Malcolm grabbed Richard
by his hair and balls and lifted the boy up to the sink, slamming his head
down and holding onto his nuts firmly. As Richard begged and pleaded not
to be hurt, Malcolm let his balls go in order to lube the boy's ass up
with some KY. Then he slowly poked his huge throbbing rod into the sweet
white boy's virgin ass. Richard screamed as he was violated, but soon it
got worse. The big nigger kept a hold of his hair and grabbed his poor
balls with his other hand again. With each thrust inward, Richard's balls
were yanked in the other direction. This went on thrust after thrust as
Richard alternately felt his balls crushed and his insides speared. After
what seemed like a hellishly long time, Malcolm came with the rest of his
load. He spurted some of it in the boy's ass and then yanked his balls
back and finished cumming on them. He let go of Richard's balls and
relaxed on top of the sobbing and moaning boy. After a minute, Malcolm
spread the boy's legs and felt his balls gently, checking for any
permanent damage. Richard just quivered with residual pain from his
throbbing balls and ass. Malcolm let go and spread him out a bit further,
admiring the view. "No permanent damage, Richard. You'll survive."
However with that he couldn't resist, and he gave Richard one last sharp
kick to his hanging balls from the rear. Richard didn't even see it
coming, but he felt white hot agony as his balls were crushed yet again.
He fell against the sink and vomited, making a bit of a mess and then he
fell helpless to the floor.
In the mean time, Bo had been having fun with Jonathan. Keeping
the boy firmly gripped by his balls, Bo let go of his hair and let his
raging hard on out. He then fumbled around for the jar of vasoline and
found it. At one point Jonathan moved to try to get free, but a firm tug
at the boy's nuts made him squeal in pain and quit. Bo lubed up the boy
as he begged "Pleassse let me go..." Bo ignored Jonathan's pleads and
then rammed his dick in his pretty ass. Jonathan turned white as Bo's
dick slid into his rectum like a hot poker. Then he started to ram his
dick in and out of the boy's ass as he twisted and tortured the kid's
testicles with his other hand. Jonathan's moans of pain really got Bo off
fast, and he was soon squirting his cum into the boy's ass as the rest
squirted on the kid's back and finally his tortured balls. Bo then let
the boy go and relaxed. Jonathan curled up in a fetal position sobbing on
the couch.
After a couple of minutes, Malcolm came out of the bathroom and
saw Jonathan curled up on the couch. He realized he still had something
left and wanted to get sucked off by the younger boy. Malcolm had
incredible staying power. He sat down next to Jonathan as Bo helped him
pull the cringing boy off the couch. Then they explained to him what
would happen to his balls if he didn't suck dick properly. Jonathan was
totally broken by now, and he agreed with a resigned whine. As he was
taught how to suck Malcolm's huge cock properly, Bo whacked off again as
he watched the display. He especially enjoyed the way the boy's pink
testicles hung below his pretty rear as he sucked his brother's cock.
Malcolm was soon ready to cum again, and he pulled out as some of his cum
spurted into Jonathan's pretty mouth and the rest splattered into his
face.
About an hour later a van pulled up to a hospital and dumped the
two naked boys out and then sped away. The two brothers recovered quickly
at the hospital and were soon released, but the story got out to the
tabloids and some pictures even surfaced on the internet.
If you liked the story, drop me a line!
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From: Julian <jules@ersatz.com>
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Private Ice wrote:
>
> Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
>
> >Private Ice wrote:
> >
> >> When was the last time the US made a payment to the UN?
> >> How much do they owe? 2 billion?
>
> >What are they going to do? Throw us out? The U.N. is our lap-dog. You
> >people pay way too much attention to them.
>
> Your lap-dog? Or is it the special interest groups that control your
> government's lap-dog? Or do you think you still live in a democracy?
To explain, by lap-dog I mean that they'll pretty much go in the
direction we decide. They cannot afford to have us leave the UN. Let's
see if you can tell me why.
About the special interest groups, for the most part, they do have a
large influence on our government And that is wrong. But people are well
aware of it and hopefully it'll be taken care of soon. Not to be
petty, but our government is actually a representative republic. You
sound angry. Relax.
> >
> >> > 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?
> >>
> >> Design... They designed and built the Space Arm
>
> >I'll throw a party.
>
> No, you'll just use it and not give respect where respect is due. How
> about a thank-you (and no, I'm not Canadian)
I'm sure someone thanked them already. Let them respect us too.
> >
> >> > Has
> >> >Canada ever planted it's flag on the moon?
> >>
> >> The only reason you EVER had a space program was to justify to the
> >> public spending BILLIONS on MISSILE TECHNOLOGY. If that isn't the
> >> case, how come since the missiles, oh, I'm sorry.. ROCKETS haven't put
> >> up anyone there since? Got an answer?
>
> >Yes I do. Been there, done that. Mars is next. And we'll need more than
> >a 'space-arm'.
>
> Yep, you'll need an enemy that can't be reached with conventional
> rockets that will be the american governments justification for doing
> it. Don't believe it? Read a bit of Carl Sagan's work (That's one).
> And hey he's american.
>
> >
> >> >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
> >>
> >> Russians put the first satellites into space... NOT Americans.
>
> >That is correct. But the majority up there now is ours. And you people
> >use them.
> >Say 'thank you'.
>
> When was the last time the american government said thankyou for
> anything? And by-the-way, america does not "Let people use them" as
> you put it. Satellites are paid for. I worked for an off-shore
> survey company for many years, and they pay lot's.
Of course someone paid for them. Silly.
> >> >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!!!
> >>
> >> That is incredible!! You really have NO idea. It is called
> >> IMPERIALISM. Look it up in a dictionary. America NEVER does anything
> >> that doesn't serve its best interests. NEVER! I don't have a problem
> >> with it. It's just the way it is. But to be so TOTALLY ignorant of
> >> this. My God boy... go to a library.
>
> >Correct again! We like to do things that serve us first. Then the rest
> >of the world gets our help. That's the problem with Canada and the
> >like. Worried about the rest of the world instead of its own problems.
> >And, do not get me wrong. We help out other countries way too much. MY
> >tax dollars. Try aligning yourselves with the U.S. and not these other
> >bozos criticizing us here on the net. Very cowardly of you.
>
> Help other countries? I'm from a country that america flaunts this
> wonderful free-world-trade idea while deliberately subsidizing it's
> own agriculture to hurt our business. Don't give me crap about how
> much that helps, because it costs my country billions. And what am I
> a coward for? My country tries to help our neighbors, it doesn't use
> it's intelligence service to hire thugs to torture their priests and
> teachers to force them to choose what WE want. Don't think so? Ever
> talked to a person from El Salvador? Nicaragua? That sort of "help"
> I can do without.
The cowardly remark was for Canadians here who always seems to side with
other countries represented here on the net bashing the US.
Hey, if your country can't handle its own economy.....
I doubt the US sanctions 'priest/teacher torture'. You've been feeding
at the table of propaganda. It's common of countries who hate the US.
> >
> >> >Let's face it, Canada is really just an extension of American culture.
> >> >I mean what "Canadian" car companies do you have.
> >>
> >> My God... It doesn't stop... so, what you're saying is... Car
> >> companies are American culture... I'm finding it difficult to type
> >> through this one.
>
> >Obviously he was just stating an example of our many contributions to
> >the rest of the world. Not very well worded, I'll grant you. Just
> >whose culture do you think Canadas is most like?
>
> English. In case you don't know, Canada has a Westminister (sp?)
> style government. You know, Prime Minister, not President.
No. American. It's culture is most like ours. Have you been there?
> >> > 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...
> >>
> >> Please please please.... just read. If you want a start... just an
> >> author that might make you see a bit of this so-called international
> >> greatness.... Noam Chomsky. An american. Start there, and when you
> >> finish that, if you can't find anything else, I'll recommend something
> >> else.
>
> I note you had nothing to say to this.....
I note it also. Sounds like another self-hating American.
> >> >Uncle Sam
> >>
> >> Yeah, good propaganda for sending boys of to be killed....
> >>
> >> Private Ice.
>
> >Just sending our boys off to be killed protecting our interests and the
> >interests of most of you other incompetent people. I don't like it
> >either.
>
> Where do you get the idea that I'm incompetent? Take a good long hard
> look at YOUR OWN education system before you start saying other
> countries are incompetent. My country still helps send people to
> college. Yours doesn't. My people doesn't have starving people in
> the streets. Yours does. When people use guns badly in our country,
> we ban them. You can't. Who's government is incompetent?
>
You really have no idea of what you are saying. No one starves in the
United States. No one. And no, we blame criminals for their actions.
Not an inaminate object.
Anyone can go to college here. If your smart enough. I think it would
be unwise to send just anyone to college. There are so many
scholarships that go unused here. Not everyone is smart enough for
college. There are grants available. Our education is in sort of a
shambles at the moment, I'll agree. But the best and brightest still
come from the US.
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From: Al Westerfield <westerfield@multipro.com>
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better becasue we created almost everything you use in daily life
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Julian <jules@ersatz.com> writes:
> Black Cat wrote:
> >
> > America will no longer be the major power in the next century. The
> > Asia-Pacific region will mobilise and obliterate all you major cities as
> > they have been buliding up a nuclear arsenal for years. Remember Nagasaki
> > and Hiroshima?, I hope so because you Americans are going to see it happen
> > in Hollywood.
> >
>
> Gotta get off those drugs man.
>
> J
Poor fool. It's Canada, man! Currently, Canada owns more U.S.
property & businesses then any other foreign country (yes, more
than Japan.) THEY SHALL DEVOUR US FROM WITHIN! STOP THE MOUNTIES!!!
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From: immortal <kylebeth@dbtech.net>
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better becasue we created almost everything you use in daily life
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First of all I need to say the asian-pacific rim is in incredible growth
right now and will be a major contender in the global market. The
second thing I have to say is that it is so idiotic to think that any
country could take the U.S in any kind of war. The U.S is a huge
millitary superpower and the size of our military forces is tremendous.
I am a native Texan and one thing I have realised from traveling the
world is that nobody cares for the the fuckin slant eye tellow people.
If you attacked us we first of all would crush all of your little rice
growing islands and one more thing if you attacked us what woould happen
to all your prodominent relatives that are sooo wealthy in the cleaning
business. You people copy everything. Look at your cars they all look
the same and you have to be some of the ugliest people I have ever
seen!!! So shut the fuck up and face reality you fuckin rice muncher!!!
The U.S. is the world power and the keeper of peace in the world today.
A native Texan and natural born southerner
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From: eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity)
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better becasue we created almost everything you use in daily life
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In article <52q5t1$mfu@itw.com>, jules@ersatz.com says...
>
>Black Cat wrote:
>>
>> America will no longer be the major power in the next century. The
>> Asia-Pacific region will mobilise and obliterate all you major cities
as
>> they have been buliding up a nuclear arsenal for years. Remember
Nagasaki
>> and Hiroshima?, I hope so because you Americans are going to see it
happen
>> in Hollywood.
>>
>
>Gotta get off those drugs man.
>
>J
We have found a person that is taking some serious drugs! What a moron.
Nobody will ever hurt America. And you can take that to the bank!
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From: Palstra <palstra@ms.philips.nl>
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Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better becasue we created almost everything you use in daily life
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immortal wrote:
>
> First of all I need to say the asian-pacific rim is in incredible growth
> right now and will be a major contender in the global market. The
> second thing I have to say is that it is so idiotic to think that any
> country could take the U.S in any kind of war. The U.S is a huge
> millitary superpower and the size of our military forces is tremendous.
> I am a native Texan and one thing I have realised from traveling the
> world is that nobody cares for the the fuckin slant eye tellow people.
> If you attacked us we first of all would crush all of your little rice
> growing islands and one more thing if you attacked us what woould happen
> to all your prodominent relatives that are sooo wealthy in the cleaning
> business. You people copy everything. Look at your cars they all look
> the same and you have to be some of the ugliest people I have ever
> seen!!! So shut the fuck up and face reality you fuckin rice muncher!!!
> The U.S. is the world power and the keeper of peace in the world today.
>
> A native Texan and natural born southerner
What is left when you take the gun and the clothes from a natural born
TEXAN?
I BAG OFF SHIT!
W. Palstra palstra@best.ms.philips.com
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From: Black Cat <art-dlc2@jcu.edu.au>
Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better becasue we created almost everything you use in daily life
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Actually, the Asian (with a capital you puss brain) region has the
fasting growing economies in the world and China even has a larger economy
than your commercialised and perverted country. Oh by the way I am not an
Asian person but I would rather be one than some perpetually masturbating
American.
On Tue, 1 Oct 1996, Demon Knight wrote:
> And your reasoning, genius? You think America hasn't been stockpiling
> nukes? Better nukes than you worthless asians? Cmon moron, the USA is
> and always will be the greatest power in the world.
>
>
> > America will no longer be the major power in the next century. The
> > Asia-Pacific region will mobilise and obliterate all you major cities as
> > they have been buliding up a nuclear arsenal for years. Remember Nagasaki
> > and Hiroshima?, I hope so because you Americans are going to see it happen
> > in Hollywood.
> >
> >
> > On 20 Sep 1996, Mathew Edlund wrote:
> >
> > > Subject: Re: Shut up you losers U.S. is better becasue we created almost everything you use in daily life
> > > Date: 20 Sep 1996 14:41:05 GMT
> > > Organization: Cyberus Online Inc.
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> > > In article <32314EA1.3744@tznet.com>, blin@tznet.com says...
> > > >
> > > >PeaBody@God.com wrote:
> > > >>
> > > >> In <joltking-0209961706000001@evt-pm1-ip28.halcyon.com>,
> > > joltking@halcyon.com (Cory Clawson) writes:
> > > >> >WELL AS EVERY AMERICAN KNOWS WE ARE THE LEADER IN EVERYTHING (IMPORTANT)
> > > >> >NOT THAT WOMAN SPORT RUGBY...HA..FREEDOM LIBERTY AND RED WHITE AND BLUE IS
> > > >> >FOR ME NOT SOME ODD-BALL PLACE THAT EVERYBODY MAKES FUN OF HERE. YOU
> > > >> >CANADIANS ARE SUCH PUSSIES..PROBABLY BECAUSE OF THE FRENCH. I MEEN WHAT IS
> > > >> >WRONG WITH YOUR SHITTY PLACE...IT'S LIKE GOING TO MEXICO...WITH ALL THE
> > > >> >POOR PEOPLE LAYING AROUND AND PEOPLE BEGGING ME FOR MY PURE AMERICAN
> > > >> >DOLLARS. WE BAIL YOUR ASSES OUT IN WARS AND OTHER SQUABBLING LIKE IF YOUR
> > > >> >BROTHER HAD SEX WITH YOUR COUSIN...I THINK WE SHOULD FINNALY TAKE OVER AND
> > > >> >KICK YOU WOMEN OUT AND MAKE ROOM FOR THE USA TO TAKE OVER...(WHICH WE
> > > >> >PRACTICLY HAVE ALREADY)..IF WE GOT IN A "WAR" WITH YOU IT WOULDN'T LAST
> > > >> >MORE THAN A DAY BECAUSE YOU WOULD BE FIGHTING WITH YOU LOGGING SUPPLIES
> > > >> >AND WE'D NUKE YOUR ASS SO FAST YOU WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO SAY LUMBER
> > > >> >JACK!!! DEATH TO ALL PUSSY CANADIANS....
> > > >> > KISS MY MADE IN THE USA ASS!!!.....(Y)............
> > > >> >GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE
> > > >> >USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE
> > > >> >IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS
> > > >> >AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE
> > > >> >USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE
> > > >> >IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS
> > > >> >AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE
> > > >> >USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE
> > > >> >IN THE USA....GOD BLESS AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....GOD BLESS
> > > >> >AMERICA.....MADE IN THE USA....
> > > >>
> > > >> Dear Stupid AMERICAN...
> > > >>
> > > >> First, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOUR CAPS LOCK IS ON!!!!!!
> > > >>
> > > >> SECOND!!
> > > >>
> > > >> Your are so ignorant of the world, and all that surrounds you..
> > > >> You think Canadains are loosers and Whimps, well you are WRONG..
> > > >> 1. You Lost the war between Canada and your country.
> > > >
> > > >Because our country was about 35 years old at the time!
> > >
> > > It was, as the US government called it. "An unstoppable force." Seems to
> > > have started off a streak. The US, since the revolution has yet to WIN a war
> > > on its own. WW1 and WW2 were being won BEFORE the US became involved. Canada
> > > was in the war from the begining AND Canadian toops were used in both wars as
> > > "shock troop'. There are documented incedents where the enemy gave up the
> > > line when they found out they were fighting Canadian troops. After WW2 what
> > > wars were there? The Kroean War. It ended in a bad draw. Bad for the US
> > > that is. Then Vitnam, we ALL know how that turned out. The Gulf "War", was
> > > the greatest missmatch of the year. Hardly a showcase for american might.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 2. If the U.S. Nukes Canada, the U.S. Would have the WORLD on your back.
> > > >
> > > >Yes, that would happen, but the only country that would have a chance (a
> > > >slim one at that) is China. And we would most likely win that war. BTW,
> > > >I am saying *country* not countries. The USA couldn't win if the rest
> > > >of the world fought us, but we'd take out most of Europe with our
> > > >nukes.
> > >
> > > Most of your "nukes" don't work. They did a test fire and only 10 of the
> > > Minute Man ICBMs fired.a Also Nuclear warfare is impractical. Europe has as
> > > many if not more bombs than the US, but fallout effects the whole word. And
> > > what is the use of taking ove a coutry that is uninhabitable? (Not that it
> > > is inhabitable anyhow). And if you DID fight Canada, you would be fighting
> > > All of Europe. Canada has more allies than any other country in the world, we
> > > are one of the most respected country in the world. And China would wipe the
> > > US off the map. First China is a very very large Vitnam. Second is shear
> > > numbers. 5 Billion people. There are more people in China's army than the
> > > entire population of the US. The point is moot because both the US and Canada
> > > are undefendable. Too much coast not enough people. It also makes it almost
> > > inposible to take and hold.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 3. Everybody that moves to this country perfers it over the U.S.
> > > >
> > > >Do you know anybody who moved to Canada from the US?
> > >
> > > Many. And all of them prefer it here. They say Canada is more polite. clean,
> > > safe, and less corupt. The funny thing is most of them were with the US
> > > diplomic core.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 4. In Canada WE HAVE FREEDOMS, and in the U.S. You have rights, meaning I
> > > am
> > > >> born FREE, while in the U.S. the governmet gives you rights which can be
> > > revocked at
> > > >> ANY TIME..
> > > >
> > > >We are free in the U.S. also. And the things that the government revokes
> > > >are *privileges*, like voting and being able to have guns.
> > >
> > > Free. What kind of freedom is it? Freedom to, or freedom from? The US is
> > > the largest manufature of firearms in the world. And it sells them to
> > > american citizens. %90 of the illegal gun in the US were bought by normal
> > > people who wanted to "protect themselves" and were then stollen and sold from
> > > those people. We all to often see the American freedom to. Freedom to hate,
> > > freedom to shoot someone. The US has the highest, by far, death rate by
> > > firearms than any country in the world. What pisses most Canadians off is the
> > > US problem is spilling over into Canada. But I guess guns are a intrinsic
> > > part of America. In a minlitary democracy (that is a democratic and economic
> > > system designed to surport the military), preperation for vilonce is a key.
> > > This has a tendency to bread paranoia and exnophobia, but... Keep your guns.
> > > Just keep them in the US.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 5. My taxes help me, like medical insurance.
> > > >
> > > >That's nice to know.
> > >
> > > Yes it is. Too bad in the US only the rich survive.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 6. Women alway had the same freedoms as men, didn't need a constitution to
> > > >> do this, and ALL colours of people are TREATED EQUALLY..
> > > >
> > > >BZZZZT, WRONG ANSWER BUCKO! Women were never treated fairly in Europe
> > > >and your pathetic excuse for a country until that middle of this
> > > >century.
> > >
> > > Corect, but at least we work on it. Discrimination exists but nowhere to the
> > > extent of the US.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 7. We have an EDUCATION SYSTEM.
> > > >
> > > >Well gee golly, wait.. WE HAVE ONE TOO!!!! WOW!
> > >
> > > An education system?? You call a system that turns out graduates that can't
> > > read a education system?? Only %10 of Americans who when to Univeristy can
> > > name a single prime minister, Canadian or British. %80 know who Dick Assman
> > > is but not what a provice is. Canada is the US next door nabour and its
> > > largest trading partner. Indoctrination is not education
> > >
> > > >
> > > >> 8. Anything ELSE AMERICAN...
> > > >
> > > >More things American then you can list, eh?
> > >
> > > Unfortunatly. But can you list things Canadian? The system of Time Zones in
> > > the world. The phone, the first wireless comunication system I can go on if
> > > you like. But this is silly. What really is starting all this is the US
> > > attitudes towards others who are not Americans. The assumptions are galling.
> > > The unrelenting blindness to flaws with oneself and the insistance that you
> > > are right in face of insurmountable evidence is enought to cause even the most
> > > tolerent of people to become inticed!! The Helms-Burton law for instance.
> > > BTW there is a law pending in Canada that is worded exactly the same as
> > > Helms-Burton, except that it gives the families of patriots (british) the
> > > right to sue over lands stolen from them without recompence in the American
> > > rebelion. Beyond that there is the anoying statment that keep being issued
> > > from the US halls of government like 'The inevitable blakanization of Canada'
> > > and how the US will be "police, rulemaker and leader to the remains". I am
> > > sorry but No Canadian.. sorry Former Canadian would stand for that! Our
> > > system of government sucks, we have a shitty military, problems with Quebec,
> > > BUT AT LEAST WERE NOT AMERICAN!! Sorry but untill the US starts standing down
> > > from its pedistal of moral superioity this argument with go on and on in
> > > different forms all over the world. The US is seen as a unruly child in world
> > > polotics. Listened to, but not respected. Respect must be earned, and
> > > statments about how great you are (See the Atlanta olympics closing cerimonies
> > > where the Mayor accepted the thanks of the world before it was given and when
> > > on to praise his own games!!!). Canada has the respect of the world comunity
> > > and that is something the US does not have, and will never have unless the
> > > traditional american arogance is left at the door.
> > >
> > > >
> > > >-- Bryce --
> > > >American and Damn Proud of It!
> > >
> > > Good for you!
> > >
> > > Matt Edlund
> > > ender@cyberus
> > > Well traveled Canadian who loves going to Cuba!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> >
> >
> >
>
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From: Julian <jules@ersatz.com>
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 00:25:02 -0400
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Cyberia wrote:
>
> Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
>
> >Cyberia wrote:
> >>
> >> Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
> >>
> >> >Apology accepted. Like we care if Canaduhans like the U.S. I think
> >> >most of us here in the states just don't think or care about Canaduh at
> >> >all. Well maybe your western territories. They sure are pretty. Also,
> >> >not all of us think that 'might makes right'. We are the leader in so
> >> >many things around the globe, you cannot blame us for being proud of our
> >> >accomplishments. You know it, we know it. Don't be ignorant.
> >>
> >> >Julian
> >>
> >> Western Territories?
> >> Wow, yet another intellectual giant has been unleashed upon an
> >> unsuspecting world thanks to the miracle of the internet.
> >> God, I do love this exchange of ideas, it makes me want to reach into
> >> my head, rip out my brain and play fooseball with it..
> >>
> >Please do.
>
> >Julian
> My oh my...just how long did it take you to come up with that
> witicism?
> Gosh and golly, I must really be in the face of an intellectual giant.
> I shudder with awe....
> (now I think I'll go have a slurpee and giggle my butt off...)
>
> Crossfield...where the men are men and the sheep are used to it.
Took me about a second. That's all I needed. I'm not from Canada, you
know. Thanks for the concern though. And are you an 'intellectual
giant'? Please enlighten us. Spout forth some wisdom all-knowing Usenet
God. And don't spill that slurpee. Let's argue about something at
least. ok, I know. My 'western territories' remark. They are in your
west , aren't they? They belong to Canaduh, doesn't it? Sheesh. So sue
me. Don't forget to do that brain thing.
Julian
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From: yu150755@yorku.ca (Jason Da Costa)
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 18:24:36 GMT
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Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
>Bingo-Blaine-o wrote:
>>
>> Wow. With lovely things like that said about us, I can't see why any
>> Canadian would ever take offence to stuff like that. As a Canadian I
>> would like to apologize for taking offence at the constant insults,
>> bullying, "we're better because might makes right" attitude,
>> patronizing, and ignorance so many americans show to us. With such
>> friendly people for neighbours, I don't understand either why many
>> Canadians do not like the states.
>Apology accepted. Like we care if Canaduhans like the U.S. I think
>most of us here in the states just don't think or care about Canaduh at
>all. Well maybe your western territories. They sure are pretty. Also,
>not all of us think that 'might makes right'. We are the leader in so
>many things around the globe, you cannot blame us for being proud of our
>accomplishments. You know it, we know it. Don't be ignorant.
>Julian
Bingo-Blaine-o: take Julian's advice. Evidently this person is an
authority on ignorance. It is this conceited attitude that
stereotypes America and makes the WORLD (not just Canada - notice the
spelling you moron) less than friendly towards the U.S. Keep in mind
this saying: "Television was an excellent American invention, as was
the motor car. To bad for Uncle Sam it took a country like Japan to
build these things properly."
Jason in Toronto (who snickers at ignorance, not nations) :-)))
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
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Jason Da Costa wrote:
>
> Keep in mind
> this saying: "Television was an excellent American invention, as was
> the motor car. To bad for Uncle Sam it took a country like Japan to
> build these things properly."
>
> Jason in Toronto (who snickers at ignorance, not nations) :-)))
Sorry to follow up but....
BENZ invented the motor car and he was about as American as apple pie,
they
are both GERMAN.
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
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On Sat, 28 Sep 1996 00:40:14 -0400, Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
>
>Apology accepted. Like we care if Canaduhans like the U.S. I think
>most of us here in the states just don't think or care about Canaduh at
>all. Well maybe your western territories.
>Julian
Yep, thats the problem with the states allright. Most Americans just
don't think, period.
Frank
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
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In article <52q6ci$mfu@itw.com>, Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
> My 'western territories' remark. They are in your
> west , aren't they? They belong to Canaduh, doesn't it? Sheesh. So sue
> me. Don't forget to do that brain thing.
The nice thing about dumping on americans is that they do 3/4 of the job
for us...
Oh, by the way. Canada is spelt with an "a" at the end (duh!) and the
so-called western territories must be one of these three:
-the western PROVINCES. To call them territories would be like calling
states "territories".
-the Northwestern Territories (North of the western provinces), or
-the Yukon.
Get back to me when you can put so little as your own country on the map, yank.
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On Tue, 1 Oct 1996, Julian wrote:
> Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
> Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 00:25:02 -0400
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> Cyberia wrote:
> >
> > Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
> >
> > >Cyberia wrote:
> > >>
> > >> Julian <jules@ersatz.com> wrote:
> > >>
> > >> >Apology accepted. Like we care if Canaduhans like the U.S. I think
> > >> >most of us here in the states just don't think or care about Canaduh at
> > >> >all. Well maybe your western territories. They sure are pretty. Also,
> > >> >not all of us think that 'might makes right'. We are the leader in so
> > >> >many things around the globe, you cannot blame us for being proud of our
> > >> >accomplishments. You know it, we know it. Don't be ignorant.
> > >>
> > >> >Julian
> > >>
> > >> Western Territories?
> > >> Wow, yet another intellectual giant has been unleashed upon an
> > >> unsuspecting world thanks to the miracle of the internet.
> > >> God, I do love this exchange of ideas, it makes me want to reach into
> > >> my head, rip out my brain and play fooseball with it..
> > >>
> > >Please do.
> >
> > >Julian
> > My oh my...just how long did it take you to come up with that
> > witicism?
> > Gosh and golly, I must really be in the face of an intellectual giant.
> > I shudder with awe....
> > (now I think I'll go have a slurpee and giggle my butt off...)
> >
> > Crossfield...where the men are men and the sheep are used to it.
>
> Took me about a second. That's all I needed. I'm not from Canada, you
> know. Thanks for the concern though. And are you an 'intellectual
> giant'? Please enlighten us. Spout forth some wisdom all-knowing Usenet
> God. And don't spill that slurpee. Let's argue about something at
> least. ok, I know. My 'western territories' remark. They are in your
> west , aren't they? They belong to Canaduh, doesn't it? Sheesh. So sue
> me. Don't forget to do that brain thing.
>
> Julian
>
>
Julian
Have you ever looked at a map outside of the continental US or are you
geographically inept like alot of Americans. There is no such thing
as Western Territories Einstein. Unless your reference is towards
Australia and its Western Territory, notice singular. Do you call Calif,
N.Mex, Utah et cetera your western territory?? I think not. If you are
going to argue Julian get the terminology correct to begin with with a
statement like that it is hard to tell if you mean Canada or some other
nation.
Sounds like you are in the hall of fame for geographically challenged
individuals.
Later
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From: Black Cat <art-dlc2@jcu.edu.au>
Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANADUH HATE THE US
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Look guys here's some impartial pros and cons on your debate. One
Canadians have terrible dress sense yet they are generally a peace-loving
country. As for Americans, they produce some attractive women, its just
too bad those handsome Australian men ruin their bodies by getting them
all pregnant. Final score: Canada average, America even worse, Australia
rules. These are my final words as I leave this newsgroup forever.
On Sat, 28 Sep 1996, Julian wrote:
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> Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 00:40:14 -0400
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> Bingo-Blaine-o wrote:
> >
> > Wow. With lovely things like that said about us, I can't see why any
> > Canadian would ever take offence to stuff like that. As a Canadian I
> > would like to apologize for taking offence at the constant insults,
> > bullying, "we're better because might makes right" attitude,
> > patronizing, and ignorance so many americans show to us. With such
> > friendly people for neighbours, I don't understand either why many
> > Canadians do not like the states.
>
> Apology accepted. Like we care if Canaduhans like the U.S. I think
> most of us here in the states just don't think or care about Canaduh at
> all. Well maybe your western territories. They sure are pretty. Also,
> not all of us think that 'might makes right'. We are the leader in so
> many things around the globe, you cannot blame us for being proud of our
> accomplishments. You know it, we know it. Don't be ignorant.
>
> Julian
>
>
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Black Cat <art-dlc2@jcu.edu.au> wrote:
>Look guys here's some impartial pros and cons on your debate. One
>Canadians have terrible dress sense yet they are generally a peace-loving
Thanks for the fashion hint, mate. Now what am I going to do with a
closet full of flannel and black balaclavas? Knock off a Becker's?
>country. As for Americans, they produce some attractive women, its just
>too bad those handsome Australian men ruin their bodies by getting them
Those beautiful women were part made in Canada. Dow Chemical (CDN)
produced silicone on a very large scale <grin>
>all pregnant. Final score: Canada average, America even worse, Australia
>rules. These are my final words as I leave this newsgroup forever.
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Subject: Re: PLEASE PEE IN MY MOUTH!!!
Date: 29 Sep 1996 17:00:57 GMT
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nop16284@mail.telepac.pt (Stephane) wrote:
>
> Reposting article removed by rogue canceller.
>
> peegirl@fetish.com wrote:
>
>
> >TAKING YOUR HOT PEE IN MY MOUTH
>
> You make me sick. :-(
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From: chisel@dreamscape.com (Sofa Cleez)
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 96 03:07:30 GMT
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>>
>> -> Q: Are there any native Americans?
>> -> A: Yes, they are American Indians.
>> ->
>> -> --
>Excuse me. But American Indians are tied to migratory Asians who
>originally got lost and crossed a land bridge to what is now Alaska.
>
Um....excuse me, but those migratory Asians were actually originally from the
middle European area, and got lost on the Orient Express.....
But even THEY migrated from England...
Of course, those English originally came from Greenland....
By way of the North Pole.
Come on, people......okay, okay, where did the first human live? I'd like to
meet him. He's the only superior race worthy of living. :)
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From: Julian <jules@ersatz.com>
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 00:12:18 -0400
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Chrystofer Robyn wrote:
>
> I recall a bunch of Canadians burning the white house down when the usa
> attempted to invade. Makes you think about the pride we put into military
> might.
So that proves that they are just arsonists. We won that war. Recall
history again.
Julian
> Chrys
> --
> The Adult SuperStore, Purveyors http://Adult.SuperStore.ca/
> of fine filth & quality smut chrys@adult.superstore.ca
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From: jwils@erols.com
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 07:12:36 -0700
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My grandparents moved here from Germany. I was born here and I consider
myself a native american. I was conceived here and grew up here on this
soil.
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 12:54:26 -0500
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In article <52n582$h3a@news0-alterdial.uu.net>, eternity@clover.cleaf.com
(Lord Eternity) wrote:
-> The native americans migrated here from Russia accross the Bering Strait.
-> Anyway, regardless of where we are from and who rightfully owns this
-> land, America is the greatest nation on Earth. If it was not for us,
-> everyone would be speaking German right now and we would all be eating
-> sourkraut. America is the greatest nation in the world, and we can whip
-> anyone's ass in a war. I dare anyone in the world to try and beat us!
Not this shit again!
--
This text is included at the end of all of your news postings and mail messages.
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
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On Sat, 28 Sep 1996 yock@rconnect.com wrote:
> J.D. Richardson wrote:
> >
> > faustian@animal.blarg.net (faustian) wrote:
> >
> > >You people don't realize that what you need is the love of Jesus. It's
> > >okay to be an American! After all, it's just another place. There are
> > >morons everywhere, but only in your heart will you find the Lord!
> >
> > ><http://www.dhp.com/~god>
> >
> > >Faustian (an ex-sinner but now in love with God!)
> >
> > *******************************************************
> >
> > It's obvious that all you need is an enema. Probably two.
>
> Probably in love with your hand too!! I hear if you switch hands-you can
> have two women in a night!! Go preach somewhere else!! God is mythical,
> it was a hope created by people long ago who had a shitty life life,much
> like yourself, they needed something to keep them going, something to
> look forward to!! A divine place where all there wishes would come true
> sounded great!!! Ever seen an oasis, it's just not there!!!FOOL!
>
>
Your wrong he is alive.
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
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Hey Fag, er... JAG
Go fuck yourself ... eh!!!
xxx@xxx.xxxx (_JAG_) wrote:
>to know why the Ameriacans are like they are you only have to watch
>ID4. In the US they had 24 hour screenings...and it was the biggest
>piece of shit movie i ever saw
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From: mmundell@proweb.co.uk (Myrage)
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In article <Pine.OSF.3.91.960930100146.22940D-100000@leofric>, Broonbreed <cab3@coventry.ac.uk> says:
>
> On Sat, 28 Sep 1996 yock@rconnect.com wrote:
>
>> J.D. Richardson wrote:
>> >
>> > faustian@animal.blarg.net (faustian) wrote:
>> >
>> > >You people don't realize that what you need is the love of Jesus. It's
>> > >okay to be an American! After all, it's just another place. There are
>> > >morons everywhere, but only in your heart will you find the Lord!
>> >
>> > ><http://www.dhp.com/~god>
>> >
>> > >Faustian (an ex-sinner but now in love with God!)
>> >
>> > *******************************************************
>> >
>> > It's obvious that all you need is an enema. Probably two.
>>
>> Probably in love with your hand too!! I hear if you switch hands-you can
>> have two women in a night!! Go preach somewhere else!! God is mythical,
>> it was a hope created by people long ago who had a shitty life life,much
>> like yourself, they needed something to keep them going, something to
>> look forward to!! A divine place where all there wishes would come true
>> sounded great!!! Ever seen an oasis, it's just not there!!!FOOL!
>>
>>
>Your wrong he is alive.
Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. He's alive and kicking, stacking beans in a
supermarket in Nottingham..........ooops, sorry, that's Elvis, my mistake.
*Myrage* - If God was alive, he'd be dead by now!
******************************************
I may be Blaphemous, but at least I'm not stupid
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Subject: Re: FUCK -- THE USA!
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You're opinions regarding Americans being blinderized by the fact that
we only know our own history is hogwash. We understand that other
countries have history, we learn from other countries and then we grow
to be bigger ourselves. We are the most innovative country in the
world because we study, we learn, and we ask questions.
Do you think you're the only person in the world who has ever traveled
outside his own back yard. If what we do is nationalism and we are
proud or our country than so be it... If your jealousy is so ingrained
that you cannot allow a person a certain amount of pride in their
country. You can go to Hell!!!
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From: tryst@erols.com (The Sandman)
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Subject: A typical saturday night (m/ffff, cons, anal, oral, mast, etc...)
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 19:41:08 -0400
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It was a Saturday night and I was spending it over at my friendÕs, Bill,
house. It was at 2:30 and I just finished watching a porn movie, he fell
asleep, and I really had to piss because it was so late I just opened the
bathroom and I walked in on his sister who was doing what I had to do. His
sister is two years younger than me and one of the most attractive girls in
our high school. She was dressed in a blue-green sheer nighty, that matched
her eyes exactly, and her nipples were vividly outlined in the cold air. My
eyes traveled south to her crotch, which was perfectly hid by the bottom of
the nighty, and traveled down her beautifully shaped and store bought
tan,it's winter, and it dawned on me that I didn't see any panties, which
made my erection larger.She looked up in surprise and her mouth hung open
when I realized she was staring out the unusually large bulge in my sweat
shorts I tried to hide it the best I could.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I began "sorry about this I will wait
outside."
"That's okay I'm just about done." she replied. She got up from the seat
and bent over, allowing me to see the fold of her sweet cunt. "When you're
finished here come to my room. My slumber party is getting boring and
apparently you have what it takes to put the fun back." She said as she
brushed her palm against my massive erection.
Needless to say I finished as fast as I could with this erection. When
I finished I shut off the light and slowly made my way to her room by the
light that came in by the moon and stars. When I reached her room the door
was ajar, with a faint light coming from it, and I heard her telling her
girlfriends about our encounter. From what I could hear there were four
girls total. When I walked in I heard a few hoots and hollers and an
occasional gasp. My cock was throbbing and bobbing up and down in my
shorts.
"Which one of us would you like first?" I heard Ashleigh say.
First there was Ashleigh, who I have already described. Next to her was
Julie. She has dark red hair, green eyes, thin face, small breast and thin
hips. Then there was Heather. She has light brown hair, a rounded face and
a full figure but she wasn't fat. Finally there was Alicia. Black hair,
thin with large breast and full hips. She would be first.
"You," I said pointing to Alicia, "You can be first."
She got up and her black nightie clung to her body as If it was wet.
She walked over to me and planted a full open mouth kiss on me by surprise.
She started to kiss my neck when she whispered in my ear that she was a
virgin and I whispered back that's okay I'll be gentle.
After several minuets of heavy kissing I laid her down on the bed and
she removed her nightie to reveal some of the most delicate white skin I
have ever seen. She wasn't wearing a bra and her rich cream colored breast
were firm for their size and she had two large soft pink nipples that were
standing up at attention.
I started kissing down her body and stopped at her breast and liked
around each nipple before taking each one into my mouth and sucked on them
as if I could suck some milk out. her nipples grew even larger about the
size of two pencil erasers thick and about 3/4 of an inch tall. I cupped
each breast with my hands and started to massage them and I started to kiss
and lick her stomach. At her belly button stuck my tongue into it as far as
it can go and started to move it in and out and this caused some soft
moaning from Alicia.
I slowly pulled down her black panties and was surprised to see a
hairless mound in front of my eyes. She said it was to much of a hassle to
trim it so she just shaved it off. I parted her all-ready wet lips and
placed my nose into her slit and ran it up and down several times causing
her to produce even more juice, soaking the blankets she was laying on. I
slowly caressed her clit with my tongue. Her clit grew to incredible size
protruding out beyond her pussy lips I pulled back to show the other girls,
who were rubbing themselves, and they were shocked that her clit was that
large. I took her clit into her mouth and began sucking it. Within a short
period of time she orgasmed a flood of juices came out of her love mound
and totally soaked me and the bed.
I pulled my aching love stick out of my shorts and placed the head of it
at her love opening. I parted her lips like Moses did the Red Sea. I
quickly started moving my cock up and down at such a furious speed that
Alicia had no time to brace for another orgasm. This one was more earth
shattering than the first one. Instead of a flood of juice she shot a
single stream of love lubricant onto my shaft.
I told she could have many boyfriends if she could do that regularly. I
slowly started to push my penis into her virgin love canal. She was so wet
and so tight that I could last forever but I didn't want to cum inside of
her. I started pumping my rod in and out of her and at an angle that on
every in stroke it rubbed against her clit causing her to shudder. Ten
minuets of intense fucking brought her to another squirting climax and it
was more powerful than the others.
When I was about to plant my seed I pulled out and went up and straddled
her chest. When I placed my near orgasming cock between her large breasts I
told her to squeeze them together and hold it like that. I began to fuck
her tits. Several quick and powerful thrust had my cock spasaming its life
giving load onto her chest, neck and face and some splattered on the bed
and head board, it felt like a lost a gallon of cum by doing this. I bent
down and began kissing her face tasting some of my cum in there.
I rolled off of her and left a large sticky wet spot between her large
breast.
ÒWho next?Ó asked Ashleigh.
ÒAnyone suck cock?Ó I asked.
ÒI do.Ó said Julie.
ÒWell suck me hard again and I will fuck you hard.Ó
Julie sexily walked over and got on the bed and said ÒYou really do cum
a lot Alicia.Ó She kneeled between my legs and wrapped her red puffy lips
around my semi-hard shaft and began sucking on it like her life depended on
it.
Her skilled mouth and tongue started stiffening my cock. When I was as
hard as before Julie climbed up on me. I saw her move her red panties aside
and slowly lower herself on my dick. She took all eight inches of my rod
into her precious chamber. She just sat there flexing her muscles which
stroked my cock. Eventually she started moving up and down on my shaft
slowly bringing our selves to climax. She continued our ecstasy for what
seemed like an eternity but eventually we both climaxed at the same time. I
shot my small load deep into her womb planting a seed I hope will never
grow. She left a puddle of sweet juice on my stomach that quickly started
to dry. When she got of my still hard cock a small trickle of my cum fell
onto my leg.
ÒThank you I needed that.Ó She coyly said.
Heather, now naked, quickly ran over and sat on my face and bent down to
suck my dick. Engaged in a torrid 69 we spent close to a half hour in this
position before I made her cum. During that time I saw Ashleigh get herself
off by taking her hole hand into her sopping wet cunt. She lifted her head
of my cock with a loud ÒplopÓ.
ÒI want you to fuck me in the ass.Ó she said matter-of-factly.
ÒOkay.Ó
She bent over and stuck her ass up into the air and was waiting for my
thickness to enter it.
I got up and positioned my self behind her and spread her cheeks and saw
that her tight passage was open and ready. I slowly inserted my cock into
her when she said do it fast. I slammed my cock into her rear passage in
one quick stroke and she screamed in delight. I started quickly slamming
her ass and I could hear her love box drip onto the couch. She started
moaning and grunting and she yelled out ÒIÕm coming!Ó and she just
collapsed pulling my cock out just moments away from spurting its own
cream. With out any touching my dick shot its load on to her butt and back
leaving white streaks running all over her body.
I laid back on the bed almost passed out when Ashleigh said I was
impressive but had one more person to satisfy.
I pulled her forward and was right she wasnÕt wearing panties, but I
didnÕt feel like asking about it. I licked her slit and and rubbed her clit
with my thumb bringing her to orgasm which soaked my sweaty face. She
pulled off of me and sat back and spread her legs and pointed to her love
hole. I got up but her legs on my shoulders making her cunt a little
tighter. I slipped my amazingly still hard dick into her and fucked her
long and hard. I brought her to orgasm three times, each louder and more
violent than before the last I thought would wake her parents upstairs.
When I finally came it was the largest of the night. I splattered her
luscious tits, firm stomach, and sweet pretty face with my cream. Six full
streams of cum landed on her body.
When I finished dressing I told Ashleigh that I hate to fuck and run but
it was 5:30 and her brother wakes early every day. When I opened the door
she asked if I would lick to see a movie with her tonight and I replied
sure.
When I opened the door to Bills room he was still asleep and I crawled
under my blankets and went over what just happened.
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From: Chuck <cbailey@sover.net>
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Subject: Re: @@@ Ooch! Please Stop, You Spelling Hutz My Wiener !!! @@@
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 22:26:00 -0400
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Phydeaux wrote:
>
> Dick Cocko <none@of.your.business> wrote:
>
> >93.960921124407.3330A-100000@sparrow.qut.edu.au>
> >Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
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> >ROBERT SIMPSON wrote:
> >>
> >> Piss off idiot.
> >>
> >> Oh, by the way you're punctuation is really fucked too.
> > ^^^^^^
>
> >Thanks for contributing "you're" overwhelming editorial prowess to this
> >thread, cheesedick.
>
> Is it my imagination or is almost everyone who "mouths off"
> fuctionally illiterate?
I've noticed that myself. I think it lends credence to the theory that the worst flamers are:
1: repressed bible belt 12 year olds
2: repressed 12 year olds
3: 12 year olds
They are not stupid, most seem to know how to hide Daddys' or Mommys' e-mail address, but they sure can't
spell!!!!!
As further evidence of "12 year old theory", stand outside your local middle school near the bus lineup and
just listen (as long as you can).
Chuck
--
MZÆ
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From: azathoth@intercenter.net (AZATHOTH)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Re: USA Sucks
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 01:46:51 GMT
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>In article <324E4A06.68A5@mlc.awinc.com>, kwithers@mlc.awinc.com says...
>>
>>you americians think your shit doesn't stink.why don't you too war and do
>>yourselfs in
If the USA sucks so bad why are you on our net? Go away and find
something original to do. You are only here b/c we are nice enough to
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From: mcurr@melbpc.org.au
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Re: Re: USA Sucks
Date: 2 Oct 1996 13:34:35 GMT
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On 1996-09-30 eternity@clover.cleaf.com(LordEternity) said:
>In article <324E4A06.68A5@mlc.awinc.com>, kwithers@mlc.awinc.com
>says... >
>>you americians think your shit doesn't stink.why don't you too war
>>and do yourselfs in
>Your grammar skills amaze me...If we went to war, we could kick
>anyone's ass. We could conquer the entire world, if we wanted to
>do so.
I'm an Australian, and all this talk about Americans talking as though
they own this earth is turning me right off the country. I was actually
planning a trip to the United States, but the way your talking, your making
it sound like a place which should be avoided. Maybe I'll go to Canada
instead. Perhaps then I can talk to some normal peopl who actually have
something interesting to say, instead of just talking a whole lot of crap.
`[1;34;46mNet-Tamer V 1.06X - Test Drive
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Subject: video trade
Date: 1 Oct 1996 01:38:16 GMT
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From: Reynolds Jones <paragon@cnct.com>
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Subject: Re: LIFE ON MARS - A Biblical PERSPECTIVE
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 19:58:34 -0400
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Zayphod wrote:
>
> dsale@users.jaxnet.com (Danny Sale) wrote:
>
> >Mark my words. Religion is going to be disposed of as soon as the
> >"scientists" get approval from the Egyptian scientists to open the secret
> >door within the secret shaft within the Great Pyramid.
> >Some believe it will contain documents that will tell us the true origin
> >of man. Perhaps it will tell us we are products of Extraterrestrials.
Permit an outsider to this conversation to answer some of this. While I
am unaware of any sealed corridor in the great pyramid (which is not to
deny the possibility) there is a chamber UNDER the sphinx which has been
discovered. Exploration with a "snake" like robot, which carried a tiny
camera in through a crack reveals it to be full of books, scrolls, and
such. Excavation of the site is being blocked by the Egyptian
government on the recommendation of some Engineers who fear that
excavation might topple the sphinx, thus destroying one of Egypts
greatest tourist attractions, and a national treasure.
Regards,
Reynolds
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From: "Wong boon hong" <bhwong@singnet.com.sg>
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Subject: Re: LIFE ON MARS - A Biblical PERSPECTIVE
Date: 1 Oct 1996 15:00:12 GMT
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> >Mark my words. Religion is going to be disposed of as soon as the
> >"scientists" get approval from the Egyptian scientists to open the
secret
> >door within the secret shaft within the Great Pyramid.
> >Some believe it will contain documents that will tell us the true origin
> >of man. Perhaps it will tell us we are products of Extraterrestrials.
If what you say is true....
you rather believe an hidden documents then the Bible which had stand the
test of time?
Who told you that all hidden documents are trustworthly???
Why don't you believe in the dead sea scroll then???
This show how ignorance some people are....
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From: daemon1@ix.netcom.com(THOMAS J HARDEN)
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Subject: Re: LIFE ON MARS - A Biblical PERSPECTIVE
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In <01bbaf9f$ad704ea0$LocalHost@Wongboonhong> "Wong boon hong"
<bhwong@singnet.com.sg> writes:
>
>> >Mark my words. Religion is going to be disposed of as soon as the
>> >"scientists" get approval from the Egyptian scientists to open the
>secret
>> >door within the secret shaft within the Great Pyramid.
>> >Some believe it will contain documents that will tell us the true
origin
>
>> >of man. Perhaps it will tell us we are products of
Extraterrestrials.
>
>If what you say is true....
>
>you rather believe an hidden documents then the Bible which had stand
the
>test of time?
>Who told you that all hidden documents are trustworthly???
>Why don't you believe in the dead sea scroll then???
>
>This show how ignorance some people are....
Its shows how ignorant you are!
To put your faith in a meaningless
piece of science fiction! The Bible!
The dead sea scrolls are that, DEAD!!
For this is the New Age for Humankind to remove
the blinders from their eyes!
And see the truth.
The Holy Bible is a piece of garbage!
Thomas
Daemon1
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Subject: Re: LIFE ON MARS - A Biblical PERSPECTIVE
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THOMAS J HARDEN wrote:
>
> In <01bbaf9f$ad704ea0$LocalHost@Wongboonhong> "Wong boon hong"
> <bhwong@singnet.com.sg> writes:
> >
> >> >Mark my words. Religion is going to be disposed of as soon as the
> >> >"scientists" get approval from the Egyptian scientists to open the
> >secret
> >> >door within the secret shaft within the Great Pyramid.
> >> >Some believe it will contain documents that will tell us the true
> origin
> >
> >> >of man. Perhaps it will tell us we are products of
> Extraterrestrials.
> >
> >If what you say is true....
> >
> >you rather believe an hidden documents then the Bible which had stand
> the
> >test of time?
> >Who told you that all hidden documents are trustworthly???
> >Why don't you believe in the dead sea scroll then???
> >
> >This show how ignorance some people are....
>
> Its shows how ignorant you are!
> To put your faith in a meaningless
> piece of science fiction! The Bible!
> The dead sea scrolls are that, DEAD!!
> For this is the New Age for Humankind to remove
> the blinders from their eyes!
> And see the truth.
> The Holy Bible is a piece of garbage!
>
> Thomas
> Daemon1
Thomas don't throw it out yet, i still need some paper to wipe my ass
with, or was that to line the birdcage, no matter that is about all it
is good for.
PAZUZU
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 01:47:36 GMT
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ANTICHRIST <ANTICHRIST@666.com> wrote:
> Teaching children about religion is mental child abuse and parents or
>anyone else caught doing it should have to go to jail for 1-5 years.
> The law should make it a crime if children are taught religion before
>the age of 18 years old. Once children are at least 18 they can seperate
>truth from myth and will not be easy prey to their brainwashed parents.
> I'm sure that you have seen brainwashed children before, (Hitler Youth
>and The Religious Right Youth)
>FEW CAN STAND THE WHITE HOT LIGHT OF TRUTH!
>ANTICHRIST AND PROUD OF IT!
>ANTICHRIST@666.com
Your a fucking moron and will burn in hell.
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From: Deborah Garrett <dbgrrtt@teleprot.com>
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 21:20:09 -0700
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They do put them in jail, as well as torture them and put them to death. In many countries of the
world Christians die daily because they choose to remain true to their God.
I'm curious. What was it that convinced you that religion is "bad"? I can only imagine that someone
caused you much grief in the name of religion, as has unfortunately happened too often in this
world.
But what if the religion of atheism? If one doesn't provide any alternatives, doesn't it seem that it
would increase the chances of an individual adopting the religion of atheism? I thought good
parents were to provide children with many options so they could make informed decisions... like
do they enjoy ballet, football, or painting? Doesn't the freedom to choose one's belief system
depend on having the choices to make?
Thanks for your time.
Debbie
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From: GOD, I mean the real one not the phony one you believe in etc. etc. etc.
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 14:58:33 GMT
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I don't know if it's child abuse, but the people who believe so much in their
religion that they refuse to accept the possibility that they may be wrong, seem
to be as delusional as those in mental hospitals with scitzophrenia.
Believing in invisible spirits (Gods, angels, etc.) is a sick as believing in
any other "voices" that overtake Free Will.
Religion has caused more death and predudice than any other belief.
The present state of American fundementelism makes me worry about the future of
our free society.
It is the Religious bigots that pressure government to force the rest of us to
believe and act as they do. "Freedom of religion" also means "Freedom from
Religion."
I don't believe in fantasies that insulate us from Reality, and I will fight
thse who impose their Sick beliefs on the population at large.
Tax the Churches, if they're gonna mess with the constitution
make them pay their taxes like the rest of us, or let them shut up and go on
living in their childish fantasies, and leave the rest of us to believe what we
choose.
Well thats my opinion, pardon my spelling errors,
Mark
ANTICHRIST <ANTICHRIST@666.com> wrote:
> Teaching children about religion is mental child abuse and parents or
>anyone else caught doing it should have to go to jail for 1-5 years.
> The law should make it a crime if children are taught religion before
>the age of 18 years old. Once children are at least 18 they can seperate
>truth from myth and will not be easy prey to their brainwashed parents.
> I'm sure that you have seen brainwashed children before, (Hitler Youth
>and The Religious Right Youth)
>FEW CAN STAND THE WHITE HOT LIGHT OF TRUTH!
>ANTICHRIST AND PROUD OF IT!
>ANTICHRIST@666.com
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From: "Mr Christian" <goldstreet@newjerusalem>
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
Date: 1 Oct 1996 16:50:31 GMT
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I applogise if you have been hurt by hypocritical churches or Christians in
the past. However your Athiesm is the blindest of all faiths.
Of all the knowledge to be known, what percentage does the world know
today? And of all the knowledge that we do know, what percentage have you
read Mr Antichrist? Isn't there the slightest chance that God could exist
outside of your knowledge?
And if God really does love us it would be criminal to keep that a secret
from our children, wouldn't it?
Zayphod <Zayphod@hs.wisenet.com> wrote in article
<52ja5o$vc2@news.wisenet.com>...
> ANTICHRIST <ANTICHRIST@666.com> wrote:
>
> > Teaching children about religion is mental child abuse and parents or
> >anyone else caught doing it should have to go to jail for 1-5 years.
> > The law should make it a crime if children are taught religion before
> >the age of 18 years old. Once children are at least 18 they can seperate
> >truth from myth and will not be easy prey to their brainwashed parents.
> > I'm sure that you have seen brainwashed children before, (Hitler Youth
> >and The Religious Right Youth)
>
>
> >FEW CAN STAND THE WHITE HOT LIGHT OF TRUTH!
>
> >ANTICHRIST AND PROUD OF IT!
>
> >ANTICHRIST@666.com
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From: "Gregory A. Covington" <covingg@ex1.wes.army.mil>
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 12:56:58 -0500
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> I don't know if it's child abuse, but the people who believe
>so much in their religion that they refuse to accept the
>possibility that they may be wrong, seem to be as delusional as
>those in mental hospitals with scitzophrenia.
What are the consequences if you are wrong?
>Believing in invisible spirits (Gods, angels, etc.) is a sick
>as believing in any other "voices" that overtake Free Will.
>Religion has caused more death and predudice than any other
>belief.
Religion is a very general term. What about atheism? Have you
heard about the former Soviet Union's communist state? Or
China's atheistic communist government?
> The present state of American fundementelism makes me worry
>about the future of our free society.
I don't think that you realize that the founding fathers of this
nation were fundamentalists. They came to this country for
religious freedom. Do you realize that until this century, the
U.S. Supreme Court quoted scripture in its rulings? Do you
realize that for the first 150 years of public education in this
country, the school book used included study of the Scriptures,
even in the arithmetic coursework? The weakening of American
fundamentalism is the source of this coutries woes. Freedom
comes with responsibility. The responsibility taught in
Christian churches is famously known as the Protestant Work
Ethic. If all American citizens were Christians, we would be
able to enjoy more freedom, not less.
>It is the Religious bigots that pressure government to force
>the rest of us to believe and act as they do. "Freedom of
>religion" also means "Freedom from Religion."
So you wish that our founding fathers would not have formed this
country. Yes, you have the right to be free from religion; but
you do not have the right to stop me from practicing mine.
Further, no one is trying to make you worship anything; they are
merely educating you about the consequences of your decision to
break the spiritual laws that they know to be true.
>I don't believe in fantasies that insulate us from Reality, and
>I will fight thse who impose their Sick beliefs on the
>population at large.
Fight? Atheism again at work. So you don't believe that
Christians should have the right to free speach?
>Tax the Churches, if they're gonna mess with the constitution
>make them pay their taxes like the rest of us, or let them shut
>up and go on living in their childish fantasies, and leave the
>rest of us to believe what we choose.
You don't want them in the government; yet you want to tax them.
As I remember, one of the complaints against King George was "no
taxation without representation." This is something you need to
resolve in your logic.
Christians pay taxes. Churches are exempt - just like any other
non-profit organization.
> Well thats my opinion, pardon my spelling errors,
> Mark
You have the right to believe as you choose. But you have a
great deal to learn about Christianity. Christ said that the
greatest commandments were to love the Lord your God with all
your heart and your neighbor as much as you love yourself. I
don't understand how such teachings cause detriment to society.
If you love the people around you as much as you love yourself,
then you won't kill, beat, or rob them or treat them wrong in
any way. To the contrary you will do what you can to help them
and provide for their well being.
I pray that you become more informed about Christianity.
May God bless you and help you to understand the Truth.
Gregory A. (Andy) Covington
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 00:00:13 -0700
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Gregory A. Covington wrote:
> Religion is a very general term. What about atheism? Have you
> heard about the former Soviet Union's communist state? Or
> China's atheistic communist government?
Another dumb theist ploy. Trying to equate atheism with communism or a
religion. There is no book of Atheism to base a religion on. Whatever
belief system that the commies adapted, it would have still been
communism. Marx could have just as easily have made communism a muslim
or christian political system. There is no book of atheism that says
that countrys should be run under totalitarian regimes. The commies
weren't following an atheist dogma. There's no such thing. They we're
following a communist totalitarian dogma, which I for one, am glad is
almost gone.
> > The present state of American fundementelism makes me worry
> >about the future of our free society.
>
> I don't think that you realize that the founding fathers of this
> nation were fundamentalists.
*BUZZZZZZZZZ* That answer is incorrect.
Some were. Some weren't.
"What influence, in fact, have ecclesiastical establishments had on
society? In some instances they have been seen
to erect a spiritual tyranny on the ruins of the civil authority;
on many instances they have been seen upholding the
thrones of political tyranny; in no instance have they been the
guardians of the liberties of the people. Rulers who
wish to subvert the public liberty may have found an established
clergy convenient auxiliaries. A just government,
instituted to secure and perpetuate it, needs them not."
-- James Madison, "A
Memorial and Remonstrance", 1785.
"I almost shudder at the thought of alluding to the most fatal
example of the abuses of grief which the history of
mankind has preserved -- the Cross. Consider what calamities that
engine of grief has produced!"
-- John Adams,
in a letter to Thomas Jefferson.
"History I believe furnishes no example of a priest-ridden people
maintaining a free civil government. This marks
the lowest grade of ignorance, of which their political as well as
religious leaders will always avail themselves for
their own purpose."
-- Thomas
Jefferson to Baron von Humboldt, 1813.
"I cannot conceive otherwise than that He, the Infinite Father,
expects or requires no worship or praise from us,
but that He is even infinitely above it."
-- Benjamin Franklin, from "Articles of
Belief and Acts of Religion", Nov. 20, 1728.
> They came to this country for
> religious freedom.
And what did some of these very christian like men do when they got
here? Murdered most of the indigineous population, and started a very
profitable slave trade with the "sons of Hem".
> Do you realize that until this century, the
> U.S. Supreme Court quoted scripture in its rulings?
Do you realize that until this century that women didn't have the right
to vote. I like this century better. The less christian it is, the
better it is for human beings.
> Do you
> realize that for the first 150 years of public education in this
> country, the school book used included study of the Scriptures,
> even in the arithmetic coursework?
Want arithmetic in the bible?
And Terah lived seventy years, and begat Abraham, Nahor, and Haran....
And the days of Terah were two hundred and five years: and Terah died in
Haran. Gen. 1 1: 26, 32.
And Abram was seventy and five years old when he departed out of Haran.
Gen. 12:4. (Then came he out of the land of the Chaldeans, and dwelt in
Haran: and from thence, when his father was dead, he removed him into
this land, wherein ye now dwell.) Acts 7:4., [After living 135 years
Abraham was only 75 years old.]
Let me draw you a graph.
Year
00 - Terah is born
|
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70 ---Abraham is born(gen11:26)
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|
|
|
| <---------|
145 --Abraham leaves Haran(gen12:4) |
| Abraham - 75 |
| |
| |
| |
| |
| |
205 Terah dies in Haran(gen.11:32) |
Abraham buries Terah(Acts7:4)------
Do you see the problem now?
Abraham has to bury Terah before he leaves Haran.
Want more fun bible math?
... and twenty Years old was
Ahaziah when he began to reign.
2 Kings 8:26.
So he [Jehoram, the father of
Ahaziahl died of sore diseases....
Thirty and two years old was he
when he began to reign, and he
reigned in Jerusalem eight years,
and departed.... And the inhabi-
tants of Jerusalem made Ahaziah
his Youngest son king in his stead.
2 Chron. 21:19, 20; 22:1.
Forty and two Years old was
Ahaziah when he began to reign. 2
Chron. 22:2. [The verses here
given will show that Ahaziah was
forty-two when he came to the
throne on his father's death at the
age of forty. The son was thus two
Years older than his father!]
> The weakening of American
> fundamentalism is the source of this coutries woes.
I guess you want to go to the good old days when america was a great
christian nation and half of its population weren't allowed to vote
because they were women, and much of its population was enslaved by
christian plantation owners.
> The responsibility taught in
> Christian churches is famously known as the Protestant Work
> Ethic.
By the protestants, no one else.
> If all American citizens were Christians, we would be
> able to enjoy more freedom, not less.
More likely, this would be a christian version of Iran.
> Yes, you have the right to be free from religion
HALLALUJAH, say it again brother.
> Christ said that the
> greatest commandments were to love the Lord your God with all
> your heart and your neighbor as much as you love yourself. I
> don't understand how such teachings cause detriment to society.
How about these teachings?
I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but
to be silent. 1 Tim 2:12
If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and
children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life, he cannot be
my disciple. Luke 14:26
And if a man smite his servant, or his maid, with a rod, and he die
under his hand... if he continue a day or two, he shall not be punished:
FOR HE IS HIS MONEY. Exod. 21:20,21.
> I pray that you become more informed about Christianity.
I hope that everyone gets more informed about christianity. The more
people know about it, the less they like it.
Here's a test to give any christian that gets a little big for their
britches. Simply ask them if they have read the whole bible from cover
to cover. (And I don't mean in one sitting). You'll find that very few
have. They have no idea how much of a sick monster the fictional god
charector is in the bible. They've just read the happy verses and have
been steered awayed from the not nice verses.
Dowter
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
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Brian Thietje wrote: I don't have to prove to anybody that God exists.
It's good enough that I
: believe in him. I really feal sorry for people who don't believe in God.
: They must lead empty lives because they don't believe they have anything
: to look forward to after death. By the way, the reason this nation is
: rapidly going to hell is because a large percentage of the people in the
: U.S. no longer accept RESPONSIBILITY for their own actions. So they don't
: accept punishment for their acts(be that punishment on Earth or in the
: afterlife). They blame someone else.
: Brian Thietje
Funny enough most atheists believe that, since there is no afterlife, that
one must take RESPONSIBILITY for one's own actions now. It is
christianity that teaches - hey, since there is a heaven, don't worry
about this world. Logically, according to the bible, you can do whatever
you want, just say your sorry, and get into heaven. It is the atheists
who live in the now, appreciate life's pleasures, and can have a high
sense of
moral value. After all, if heaven's so great, shouldn't you really want
to be dead now anyways?
Todd M. Koson
Univeristy of Michigan, Ann Arbor
Torquemada was a good christian.
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Subject: Re: Teaching children about religion is child abuse and should be punished!
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Dowter wrote:
> Another dumb theist ploy. Trying to equate atheism with
>communism or a religion. There is no book of Atheism to base a
>religion on.
So anyone who denies God and kills people who believe in God are
not atheists because they have no book on which to base their
beliefs. Hogwash!
> Whatever belief system that the commies adapted, it would have
>still been communism. Marx could have just as easily have made
>communism a muslim or christian political system. There is no
>book of atheism that says that countrys should be run under
>totalitarian regimes. The commies weren't following an atheist
>dogma. There's no such thing.
No, atheists take whatever stance is convenient at the time to
prove their point. Marx chose the denial of God, atheism.
Atheism is a belief system - whether organized or not.
>
> *BUZZZZZZZZZ* That answer is incorrect.
> Some were. Some weren't.
Whether fundamentalist or not, enough of them were Christians to
base the school curriculum on the Bible, to place "In God We
Trust" on the currency, to begin Congess's meetings each day
with prayer, to quote scripture in Supreme Court rulings, to
carve the Ten Commandments into the building wherein the
Supreme Court convenes, etc. They must have considered the
Bible good for something - like maybe as a foundation on which
to base their lives.
> So he [Jehoram, the father of
> Ahaziahl died of sore diseases....
> Thirty and two years old was he
> when he began to reign, and he
> reigned in Jerusalem eight years,
> and departed.... And the inhabi-
> tants of Jerusalem made Ahaziah
> his Youngest son king in his stead.
> 2 Chron. 21:19, 20; 22:1.
>
> Forty and two Years old was
> Ahaziah when he began to reign. 2
> Chron. 22:2. [The verses here
> given will show that Ahaziah was
> forty-two when he came to the
> throne on his father's death at the
> age of forty. The son was thus two
> Years older than his father!]
>
Do these copyists errors really influence Biblical doctrine? I
don't think that anyone reading these newsgroups denies the
existence of some copyists errors. Would you like for me to
critique your post for spelling and grammar errors?
> > The weakening of American
> > fundamentalism is the source of this coutries woes.
>
> I guess you want to go to the good old days when america was a
>great christian nation and half of its population weren't
>allowed to vote because they were women, and much of its
>population was enslaved by christian plantation owners.
Did women give themselves the right to vote? Did the slaves
free themselves? I wonder what teachings may have led to the
abolition of slavery. Could it be, "love thy neighbor as
thyself?" Could it be, "We are endowed by our Creator with
certain unalienable rights...." These are clearly atheist
doctrines, are they not?
> If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother,
>and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life,
>he cannot be my disciple. Luke 14:26
I would not expect a non-believer to understand that this was a
call to service; not a commandment to hate. Anyone familiar
with Christ's teachings would never even consider it as anything
more than a call to service.
> And if a man smite his servant, or his maid, with a rod, and
>he die under his hand... if he continue a day or two, he shall
>not be punished: FOR HE IS HIS MONEY. Exod. 21:20,21.
Are you trying to advocate swift punishment for convicted
criminals? If so, you get my support. I do not profess to
understand the harsh society of Old Testament Israel, nor do I
understand the mindset of persons who presently live in the
Middle East. God's law was established in a cause and effect
manner for a simple people to administer justice; it is not my
place to judge the Creator of the universe. If you think God's
law for the Children of Israel was harsh, you should study the
practices of the surrounding so-called civilizations.
>They have no idea how much of a sick monster the fictional god
>charector is in the bible. They've just read the happy verses
>and have been steered awayed from the not nice verses.
I realize that God requires us to accept Christ as our personal
Lord in order to receive salvation from the punishment that will
be administered on those who choose to reject his free gift of
grace. We have a choice as to whether we experience God's wrath
or not.
May God bless you in your search for Truth.
Gregory A. (Andy) Covington
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 5
BY CHILI PEELER AN403162@ANON.PENET.FI
'Oh, God help me, that was so good,' Brenda thought as they became
still. She could feel her womb awash in Brad's seed and she said a quick
silent prayer that she would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual
conception to be memorable and this certainly would be.
"Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear.
"Have you two....finished?" Brad's mother's voice called.
'I forgot all about her....she heard everything!' Brenda thought, her
face becoming red with embarrassment. She gave a push up at Brad to
get him moving out and off of her and she pushed at the inside of his
elbow, trying to get him to remove his hand from under her nightshirt.
"Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question.
Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his knees as his
deflating cock slipped out of her, the covers falling down behind his ass.
His eyes dropped down and Brenda realized he was staring right at her
spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down just as his mother
came into sight on his left.
"Are you all right?" his mother said kindly.
"Yeah..." Brenda answered, "uh....Brad did his job."
"I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to cover himself. And in
front of his own mother!
"Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if you don't mind," his
mother said, keeping her gaze averted.
"All right," he said toward his mother. But before he moved off the
bed,
he reached down to rub her left knee and said, "I hope that gives you
what you want."
He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and in the emotional
state she was in, she teared up.
Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his shorts. He just picked
them up off the bed and walked out of the room.
"You sure you're O.K.?" his mother asked, sitting beside her to stroke
her forehead.
"I feel good, Sharon, really I do."
"Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said, taking some of the
pillows in her hands. In a few moments, they had several pillows and the
towel under her.
"I know this is a position feels stupid but I want you to stay like
this for
about an hour," Sharon said, again sitting down beside her to rub her
arm. Mrs. Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her wedding
to Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda....you're doing a good thing for
the family."
"Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before..." Brenda started, then
trailed off.
"No, why would you think that?"
"I didn't maintain much control before...I was too verbal, wasn't I?"
Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids. When you make a
baby, it's always like that. We talked about that before. Now, I want you
to just relax and think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows,
something could be happening in you right now."
Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then, she
stood and headed to leave the bedroom.
"I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed the door behind
her.
Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby....and Brad.
'Brad's going to be impossible to live with,' Sharon predicted as she
walked down to his bedroom. 'He'll be cockier than ever after his
performance with Brenda.'
Sharon smiled. That wasn't so bad for her.
She opened the door to his room but found it empty. She walked back
to the staircase and went downstairs. She found her son in the kitchen
making a tuna salad sandwich. He gave her a shit-eating grin when she
walked into the room.
"That Brenda is hot-to-trot," he said excitedly. "Man, I had her
going!"
"Brad, keep your voice down," she said. He didn't realize how loud he
was and in a still house......
"Come on, loosen up, Mom," he said quieter. "Did you hear her? She
came twice!"
Sharon felt herself getting mad and she didn't know why. Then, she
realized she was jealous. That was a stupid thing to be - Brad would still
be hers after all this was through. But it still sort of stung.
"Of course, I heard her. I was sitting right there," she said as she
leaned back against the counter.
"So?...did you like listening to us?" Brad said with a wink as he
closed
up the bread bag.
"What do you think?" she said evasively. She was reluctant to tell him
how turned on she had become listening to Brenda's moans and the
squeaking bed.
"I think you liked it, Mom," he said, walking up to her. He was three
inches taller than she, so she tilted her head back slightly to keep
looking at his eyes. They were full of mischief, even after the energetic
sex he'd just had upstairs. "I bet it got you all hot too."
He grabbed her breasts through her blouse and she had to stop him
with a swipe of her hand.
"Brad, you know better. Not where someone could see." One of her
greatest fears was that someone from a neighboring house would spot
her and her son doing something illicit. The chances were slim because
the homes in their neighborhood up sat on two and a half acre lots. But it
was too chancey. "Besides, Brenda is upstairs."
"She's up on the blocks, right?" He was refering to the elevated hips.
"Yes, but...."
"Then we don't have to worry about her," he said and he pinned her
against the counter with his body.
"Brad, stop it!"
"Sssshh....I just want to check you out," he said with a chuckle, his
right hand going to her bare leg below the hem of her skirt. He began to
slide it upward onto her thigh, his wrist pulling the front of her skirt
up
with it.
She didn't make another move to stop him. He was still high from
doing Brenda and she had no way to get loose, if she wanted to. She put
her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he pressed his fingers
into the thin cotton panties covering her sex.
"I feel a little wetness here," Brad said with a learing smile. She
kept
quiet as he looped his fingers in the bottom of her panties but drew in a
sharp breath as he wormed a finger into her pussy. "Nice and slick,
Mom.....did you finger yourself while you watched us?"
"No....but I wanted to." She didn't feel terribly embarrassed to tell
him
that now. She couldn't deny what he was feeling with his finger.
Brad leaned away from her, pulling his finger from her forbidden
furrow. He took her by the hand and started to pull her across the
kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Come on....come back here."
He walked her through the back entrance hall that contained her
washer and dryer and into the back bathroom, closing the door behind
them. Immediately to his left was the bathtub which had a window over it.
He stepped into it with one foot and pulled down the sash which would
stop anyone from looking in.
"Brad, why don't we wait, honey?" she said as he moved toward her.
"Once Brenda is gone, we'll have the rest of the day."
"Let me take care of you," he said, pulling her skirt up. "You're the
only
one that hasn't gotten off yet in this crazy house."
He steered her back against the wall beside the toilet. She grasp the
hem of her raised skirt and held it up as he hooked his fingers in the top
of her panties. He went to his knees on the shag toilet rug, pulling her
panties down to mid-thigh as he went down. He slid her panties down to
her ankles, his eyes staring at her pussy.
'This is not a good idea with Brenda in the house....but....' Sharon
told
herself but she put aside reason and wantonly untangled her left low-
heeled shoe from her panties and propped her foot up on the toilet lid,
giving her hunky son the open thighs he wanted.
Brad scooted closer, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs to
hold her ass as he buried his face against her damp sex mound. She
sucked in an excited breath as her son began to suck on her pussy.She
started to moan as Brad worked her furry slit with his tongue and lips.
'Brenda can't hear us.....she's way upstairs,' Sharon told herself,
letting
natural moans escape her lips. 'I'm going to cum soon...all over my son's
tongue.....and then I'll go back upstairs....and no one will know!'
"MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMM.......MMMMMmmmOOOOOHH...AAH...
....ooohhhh....mmmMMMMMM....uuuuuhhhhh....OOOOOOHH!"
The small bathroom filled with her unrestrained encouraging groans as
she began to grind her cunt on her son's face, his hands pulling her
feminine furrow tight on his knowing mouth.
She pulled the top of her skirt tight against her stomach and looked
down at the fleshy folds of her mons as they rubbed on Brad's mouth
and nose. His eyes were open looking up at her, egging her on. She felt
his tongue press into the oily hole of her pussy, felt him breathing like
a
enraged bull right up her cunt!
"OHBRAD!" she cried, much louder than she wanted, as she closed
her eyes and grabbed handfuls of her son's long hair. Her skirt,
forgotten, dropped down to cover his head. She began to really fuck
herself on Brad's face, rolling her hips crazily, feeling his nose raking
back and forth on her clit.
"MMMMMMHHHHHMMM....OOOOHHHHHHHEEEWWWWW!" she
moaned loudly as her pussy exploded in release. She felt Brad sucking
and sucking, felt him pushing her back against the wall as her shoe
slipped off the toilet seat and she threatened to keel over on him. Her
thighs shivered as Brad tongued her beautifully down through the pent-
up passion that his episode with Brenda had created.
A minute later, she raised her skirt back up and watched as Brad
kissed her matted pubes.
"That ought to hold you over for awhile," he said with a smile.
Brenda opened her eyes as the bedroom door opened. Sharon walked
in, smiling as she usually was.
"How we doing?" Sharon said, walking around the bed.
"Just fine."
"I think you can get up now. Would you like to take a shower?"
"No, I'll take one at home," Brenda said, swinging her feet onto the
floor as she sat up. "I think I'll just go and relax until Chris gets home
tonight."
"And then....." Sharon said as she helped Brenda stand. They had
talked about what she should do later.
"And then, I'll make love to Chris. And we'll make a baby." Both knew
that any baby would be Brad's but there would always be the possibility
that it would be her husband's. And that would be something to hold
onto in the years ahead.
"That's my girl," Sharon said, giving her a hug. "Now, go and get
dressed and I'll see you downstairs."
Sharon headed back downstairs and Brenda wondered what had put
the light gait in her mother-in-law's step. She marked it up to the
thought
of having a grandchild to spoil.
Brenda turned and went into the bathroom to put her close back on.
Brad gave his mother's ass a quick feel as she walked by the kitchen
table. She slapped his hand away and gave him a nasty look as the
sound of feet descending the stairs announced the eminent appearance
of Brenda in the kitchen.
'She won't be slapping my hand once she ushers Brenda out,' Brad
thought to himself. He'd given her a good orgasm with his mouth but he
knew he would be able to convince her into a more fulfilling fucking. His
dick was hard just thinking about slipping his meat to his mother all
afternoon.
Brenda stepped into the kitchen, dressed again in the clothes she had
arrived in. He saw the way Brenda looked at him - there was something
in that look. He'd definitely won her over! She was looking at him like a
love-sick puppy.
"Brenda, you look absolutely radiant," his mother said, laying it on
thick he thought. Brenda didn't look all that different from when she
came except maybe her hair which was sort of mussed up.
"I feel good," Brenda said. "Let's keep our fingers crossed, huh?"
"We certainly will. You've got everything? O.K. then...I'll walk you
out,"
his mother began to take Brenda toward the front door.
"Thanks, Brad." Brenda said over her shoulder.
"My pleasure," he replied, rising to his feet to follow them.
His mother kept up a constant stream of good thoughts and
suggestions on how Brenda should spend the rest of her day as she
walked Brenda to her car. Brenda got behind the wheel, started the car
and, after a motherly peck on the cheek from his mother, she backed out
of the driveway as his mother came up the stairs to join him on the
porch.
"Bye, dear!" his mother called as Brenda put the car in Drive and
started down the road.
"Bye, Brenda....thanks for the fuck!" he said only loud enough for his
mother to hear. She gave him a wry smile.
"Brad, why don't you thank me as well? I'm the one that arranged the
whole thing," she said as she went by him, heading back inside.
"Hell, Mom, I plan to thank you all day long," he boasted as he closed
the front door behind them and wrapped his arms around her from the
back.
"Brad! Not out here," she whined as he pushed his boner into the
small of her back.
"Come on, Mom. You liked it in the bathroom. Let's christen the living
room." He wanted to get wild after being with Brenda and doing his
mother on the family couch sounded like a hot time. She was definitely
paranoid about doing anything sexual downstairs but this was probably
going to be his best chance. She wanted it as much as he. Keeping this
left arm wrapped around her waist, he dove his right hand up under her
skirt. "No one can see in the windows. The house is darker than the
outside. Someone would have to be on the front porch to have any
chance of seeing us. And we'd see any car that pulled up."
"Ooohhhh, Braaaddd!" his mother said with a shudder as his fingers
teased her unpantied cunt. She hadn't put her panties back on after the
bathroom cunnilingus session. "No, let's go upstairs, baby!"
"No! We're going to do it right here on the couch," he said, walking
them both toward the sofa. "Come on, do it with me here and I'll do
whatever you want the rest of the day."
'That got her!' he thought. She seemed to relax, stopped resisting him.
They were in front of the couch and she began to spin in his arm. He let
her turn around until she was facing him, her pretty face upturned to his.
Her smile told him he had won.
"Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the bulge in his shorts.
"Yeah, whatever you what. I'll do it." He wondered what she had in
mind but whatever it was, he was sure to enjoy it too. He moved past
her, pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat down on the couch.
His stiff cock wagged drunkenly above his belly, beckoning his mother.
"Suck me awhile and I'll watch for anyone pulling in the driveway. And
then you can sit on it backwards and keep a lookout while we fuck."
His mother looked out the front window, then back to him.
"You've got it all figured out, don't you?" she said, unzipping the
back
of her skirt. With a little shake of her hips, the skirt pooled around her
ankles. She made no move to take off her blouse which was just long
enough to hide her pussy from his view. "I'm only doing this to make you
my slave for the rest of the day. Don't think we're going to be doing this
all the time down here."
He opened his knees wider as his mother stepped out of her skirt and
dropped to her knees between his legs.
"SHIT!" Brenda yelled at the steering wheel of her coasting car. She
couldn't believe that she hadn't checked the gasoline meter when she
got in the car that morning. Now here it was, pegged on EMPTY and she
turned her car off the road far enough to not obstruct other drivers.
'O.K., just relax,' she thought as she turned the dead car off. 'Don't
let
this ruin a memorable day.'
The nearest gas station was near the freeway. She thought it was at
least a mile away. There were several houses nearby she could go to
and use a phone. But it was only about a quarter mile back to Sharon's
house. She decided to walk back and ask Sharon for a ride to the gas
station or maybe borrow some gas that Brad might have for his cycle.
She stuffed her bag out of sight under the passenger seat, got out,
locked the car and started walking back to her mother-in-law's home.
"They'll be surprised to see me again," she muttered.
"Mmmmmm....nice and slow...uuhh," Brad grunted as his horny mother
slowly swallowed all the prick she could, her lips sliding more than
halfway down his shaft as he watched through half-closed eyes.
She wasn't just blowing him - she was making love to his cock. She'd
used her tongue on his cockhead for almost five minutes, swabbing his
puffy glans with butterfly licks or twirling her spitty tongue around his
head like she was trying to keep an ice cream cone from dripping.
Now she was using her whole mouth, nursing on his manhood with her
eyes closed, her right hand lightly holding his shaft near the base, her
left hand hefting his scrotum lovingly.
'Damn, she can suck cock!' he thought as she drew her lips up until
just the very tip of his head was still inside her mouth, then she began a
slow nibbling, her teeth lightly scraping down his sensitive head tissue
until she'd reclaimed the whole fat knob. It was as she began to swallow
him a second time that Brad noticed Brenda walking up the driveway!
He froze for a second or two in surprise. She was walking, she hadn't
driven up to the house. They both would have heard her car.
He was going to pull his mother off him and warn her to grab her skirt
and run but......then his mind worked very quickly.
He was going to warn his mother so their secret would remain intact.
But they already had a secret on Brenda. Brenda wouldn't tell on them -
couldn't tell on them! And his mother had said a number of times that
she wished she could tell someone about their secret love.
And Brenda....well, she was a wild girl. She'd let another guy fuck her
to get pregnant, her husband's brother no less! And Chris had told him
that Brenda had been a loose girl before they got married. How would
she take the sight of her mother-in-law doing the nasty with her son?
'One way to find out,' he thought, placing his hands gently on top of
his
mother's head, watching Brenda come up the stairs to the porch.
'That's it, Brenda. Look in the window!....just look in.' Outside,
Brenda
came right up the steps and walked right by the window without looking
in. She was heading for the door now and Brad began to silently will her
to just walk right in. 'Don't use the doorbell!....come on,
Brenda...you're
one of the family. Just walk in!'
The outside storm door opened and Brad knew it was going to happen
- Brenda was going to walk in! The opening of the outside door had not
been silent. His mother started to pull her mouth up his cock quickly. He
wasn't sure if it was because she sensed something or she was just
going to shift into a quicker sucking. He pushed down on the back of his
mother's head, held her mouth around him as the doorknob turned on
the inside door.
His mother definitely knew they were not alone as the front door
opened. The sound of the door latch popping open, the clanging of the
mini-blinds against the door glass, the immediate increase in the volume
of the birds chirping outside.
The door was opened and Brenda was coming through it. His mother
was raising up her body but she couldn't go anywhere with him holding
her head. Brenda saw them, her mouth dropped open and he let go of
his mother's head.
"Brenda!" he said loudly, acting totally surprised.
Brenda stood there, agape, as she watched Sharon scramble off her
knees, her hand grabbing her skirt off the floor as she spun toward the
doorway. Brad remained still on the couch after shouting her name. He
was naked. His erection...his glistening erection...stood proudly upward.
'Sharon was sucking...no, that's not possible!' Brenda tried not to
believe what she was seeing but there was no other explanation. Sharon
had been blowing Brad on her knees!
"Brenda?!" Sharon said, her eyes round as saucers.
"Calm down, Mom. Brenda's not going to tell," Brad said, standing up
slowly. He didn't make any move to cover himself and Brenda would
have enjoyed looking at his naked, buffed body had she not been so
shaken up by what she had witnessed. "Brenda, close the door and
have a seat. We got to have a talk."
Brenda used her hand to push the door shut and watched as Brad sat
his mother down on the couch. Sharon looked very white.
"Mom, everything is cool," Brad reassured her as he finally grabbed
his shorts and pulled them on. He motioned her to sit on the other end of
the couch and she went around the coffee table and plopped down on
the couch. "Brenda's not going to tell anyone. Not after this morning....
think about it."
Brenda realized that Brad was right. How could she tell anyone after
letting Brad fuck her?
"Sharon, I swear I won't tell," she promised. "I ran out of gas....."
Sharon had a hand over her eyes but she spoke at last.
"You must think I'm terrible," she said weakly.
"No, I don't, Sharon...I don't even know what led up to this," she
said,
fishing for an explanation.
"Let's tell her, Mom," Brad said, standing on the far side of the
coffee
table with his hands on his hips. "You've always wanted to tell someone
about us. I think Brenda's going to be real sympathetic." Brad actually
winked at her! "I think we ought to get everything out in the open. None
of us are ever going to be able to tell any of this to anyone else, so why
pretend about what's going on? Brenda, me and Mom have been having
sex for, I guess, a year and a half now. I came on to her first....she's
the
best looking mother around, I don't think anyone can argue that. The
thought of doing her sort of obsessed me back then....and it's better than
I could even have imagined.....fucking her, I mean."
Brenda looked at Sharon who was sitting just down the couch from
her. Sharon looked at her and then back to her son as he went on.
"Mom has been keeping a real tight leash on things up until now.
She'd only let me fuck her once or twice a week. But then she got the
idea of letting me try to make the baby with you. Ever since then, she's
been wanting me all the time....this baby stuff excites her."
"Brad, do you have to get so......." Sharon said, her voice sounding
exasperated.
"Sharon, it's O.K.," she said. "Brad's right. Why should we keep any
secrets?" She decided to tell a secret of her own. "Let me tell you both,
right here and now, that I agreed to this insemination plan at first
because I wanted a child. And I still do. But when we were upstairs....
well, I'm getting ahead of myself. It's obvious to me that I had some
feelings for Brad that even I wasn't aware of because I had these wild
sexual dreams about Brad all last week.....I mean really wild. So, I
didn't
come here with the good intentions that you might have thought...I came
to have sex....for more than just procreation."
"Yeah, you were hot for it, all right!" Brad said, stepping over the
coffee table and sitting down on it, facing both of them. "I told Mom
about how you got off went I stuck it in."
Brad's exuberance for the subject was pretty stimulating to Brenda.
She never would have thought that she would admit something as
personal as that in front of Sharon but she did.
"That's true...I couldn't stop myself. I thought I would and that's why
I
told you I was worried about it, Sharon."
"Brad has that effect on me, too," Sharon said, beginning to open up.
"I suppose I should spill my guts too since everyone else is being so
open....I know what Brad and I do is not right in the eyes of the
world......
but we both love it. Him because his hormones are going crazy and me
because he makes me feel younger, I guess."
"Come on, Mom...the truth now," Brad said, moving his hand onto one
of her knees. "Tell Brenda you like fucking me because I'm your boy."
"I think she knows that that is a part of it," Sharon said, putting her
hand over his. "Brad's not telling the truth, not the whole truth. He did
make a pass at me but...I acted on it after first refusing him.
And.....I've
never regretted it." Sharon was getting herself together. "We both know
it's wrong but it feels so right... that must sound crazy."
'Wow, this is getting really interesting!' Brenda thought. This whole
thing was mushrooming into a chance to take off the gloves and do the
things she wanted to with Brad. What could Sharon say about that now?
She could fuck Brad all she wanted now that she knew their secret.
"It must be something special.....it's too wild to think about!" Brenda
said, unable to stop it from coming out. Sharon was getting all the cock
she wanted from her own son!
'I can't believe how well Brenda is taking all this,' Sharon thought,
watching her daughter-in-law acting excited about the taboo relationship
she had learned about. 'And I never would have thought she wanted
Brad like I do.....as a lover.'
When she'd been caught sucking her son's cock, she'd felt like her
whole world had shattered. But Brad had pointed out the one thing that
was their saving grace - Brenda couldn't tell anyone even if she'd
wanted to. And Brenda hadn't run out of the place screaming bloody
murder; in fact, she'd acted more curious than anything.
Brad's hand began to stroke around in a circle under her own, moving
slowly up onto her thigh. She looked at him and could see he was
enjoying this whole thing! Then he dropped the bomb.
"See, Mom? Brenda's a kindred spirit," Brad said, kneading her leg
with his fingers. "How about we all go upstairs?"
'God, what is Brad proposing?!' Sharon thought as she looked at him.
She felt pretty good about the way Brenda had taken learning about the
secret that she had kept for so long but certainly Brad didn't think that
Brenda would.....
"I might be up for that," Brenda said and Sharon whipped her head to
look at her daughter-in-law. Brenda was looking at Brad, smiling. "But
only if we all agree."
"Wait a minute..." she started to say.
"Come on, Mom. Let's all go upstairs. I think Brenda would like to
watch us make love. Maybe as much as you liked to be in the room
when we fucked earlier."
"Is that true, Sharon?" Brenda asked, her voice sounding huskier. "Is
that why you stayed?"
Sharon looked back at Brenda. She couldn't deny what she had felt,
sitting in that chair, listening to their lovemaking.
"I found it exciting...I did."
"Could you do it with Brad.....with me in the room?" Brenda asked.
Brenda's eyes looked deep into hers. The whole dynamic of the
situation was changing, like being swept up in a stream that you were
powerless to stop. And she wasn't sure she wanted to stop it! She'd
wanted to be able to tell someone - now she had the opportunity to show
someone and to watch Brad with Brenda. Everything revolved around
her answer......
"I could try," she said simply, opening the floodgates.
"Let's go upstairs!" Brad said excitedly.
Sharon let Brad lead her upstairs...with Brenda right behind them.
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From: Peter.M@mbox200.swipnet.se (Peter M.)
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Subject: Re: Why it is OKAY to KILL TELEPATHS.(The Reality of Swedish Social Security System & MUTADED SWEEDS!- the final starvation to death.)
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I ate last three days
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Subject: Re: Why it is OKAY to KILL TELEPATHS.(The Reality of Swedish Social Security System & MUTADED SWEEDS!- the final starvation to death.)
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In article <52moba$qb3@mn5.swip.net>,
Peter.M@mbox200.swipnet.se (Peter M.) wrote:
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- I ate last three days
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-Peter M.
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I didn't begane to write my article and was sending another one. Sorry, but
the above is untrue. My misstake, because of my dissease and three days
complette starvation. Before that I ate rests of food I could find in my
appartment for couple days. If I didn'tchecked up that my message was away and
safelly on server, then I shouldn't notice it and I guess that lot's of folks
should take my letter as some bad joke...
Please don't forgett the motto: " Death to Telepaths!!!"
Peter M.
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Subject: Re: Why it is OKAY to KILL TELEPATHS.(The Reality of Swedish Social Security System & MUTADED SWEEDS!- the final starvation to death.)
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On Mon, 30 Sep 96 06:03:00 GMT, Peter M. <Peter.M@mbox200.swipnet.se> wrote:
>
>Please don't forgett the motto: " Death to Telepaths!!!"
>
Absolutely right. That's the best way known to get God to destroy an
evil civilization, like, for example, the Roman Empire after the murder
of Jesus. And, our own secret-communist dominated civilization is way
overripe for destructions in the crudest, most painful terms. So, by
all means, go ahead and do it. I dare you.
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From: a345947240@aol.com (A345947240)
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Subject: ASIAN DELIGHT 2a (KOREAN) . . . FROM DAVE
Date: 30 Sep 1996 18:06:20 -0400
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Please continue to send me your comments and suggestions. All are
welcome!!! Your responses keep my ideas flowing. . .
ASIAN DELIGHT 2a (KOREAN) . . . FROM DAVE
My adventure with that Indonesian doll, Tin, was quite an experience.
Remember, she took it up the ass for the first time. Admit it, that takes
a brave woman. Anyways, the one thing I did not like about fucking Tin
was that her cunt was so damn dry! A few years earlier when I first
started college I hooked up with one of my friend's younger sister. She
was this hot looking Korean girl who turned me on to what a wet pussy
really is.
Since it was Thanksgiving break during my freshman year in college I
decided to make the trip home for the extended weekend so I could see my
friends, family, and most importantly get some good food. Not that
cafeteria shit. My friend Don picked me up from the airport and as we
were heading home I asked him if we could kick it at his place for a while
so I didn't have to jump right into the relative thing.
Don was one of my good friends in high school and while I was white Don
was Korean and he hung out with us white dudes all the time. Don was a
first generation American while his parents came from Korea to start a new
life here. Anyways, when we got to Don's house he told me his parents
were out so I could swear like usual. While Don went to put his coat away
I went to the kitchen and saw Don's younger sister Monica cooking. Monica
was still in high school. A sophomore I think. She was kinda short,
95-100#, had a sweet voice, and a cute smile that showed her dimples. She
was polite to me in a very asian sort of way. . Well she was fifteen
years old and she and her brother did not get along well at all.
I hugged Monica and asked her how she was doing. All seemed well with her
and she asked me how school was. "Are you flunking out like my brother?"
"Fuck you moron." Don walked in and immediately started up the hostilites
with his cute sister.
"Hey shit for brains," Monica began,"Mom called a few minutes ago and told
me that she and dad are stuck out at Aunt Kyung's house. Their car broke
and they need a ride home."
"Fuck!!!" Don yelled. "Hey Dave, I could drive you home if you want. I
don't think you should come, its gonna take me at least an hour and a half
before I get back."
"Nah Don, I'll just call my parents to pick me up. Hey thanks for the
ride from the airport."
"Monica, take care of Dave while he's here. Don't be a bitch like usual."
Don took off.
"Don't worry about him Monica," I hugged her again.
While Monica cooked she began to ask me about school. I told her I lived
in a dorm with boys and girls and we share the bathrooms. She was
suprised. "Do you see the girls naked?" I told her sometimes. She then
asked a shocker. "Have you slept with girls at school?" Damn! Before I
answered, Monica continued "Well, I did it with Don's roomate last
weekend. Would you do it with me?"
If you know asian girls then you know you should take every opportunity
you get. I had been trying to fuck a Korean girl for ages, in fact I just
wanted to get in any asian for the first time and I finally got my chance.
Honestly I could care less if she was my friend's sister or that she was
15.
Monica led me upstairs to her room and lay me down on her bed. She got on
top of me and we began to kiss slowly at first and then very passionately.
While I was thinking of what I would do to her first, Monica suddenly
stood up and told me to undress. I did as she said and lay back down on
her heart patterned comforter and pushed the Hello Kitty and Disney
stuffed animals off the bed. Monica began to strip for me, she slowly slid
her jeans down to her ankles and then turned her back to me and shook her
pale panty covered butt to me. She lifted her shirt off and asked me to
undo her bra. I obliged and turned her so we could kiss again.
I sat Monica down at the foot of her bed and got on my knees. I then took
her panties and slid them off her smooth asian legs. I spread her legs
and marveled at how bald her pussy was. Monica just had a small patch of
pubic hair but what really caught my attention was how soaking wet she
was. Her pussy was glistening wet. I stuck my tounge out and began to go
to work on her twat. Honestly, I can say that asian pussy tastes a lot
better than white. I tried to lick all of Monica's juices up but it
seemed to just get more wet the harder I tried.
I stood up and pushed Monica down and began working my white bulging cock
into her pussy. Yes she had fucked once before but her pussy was so
incredibly tight. What really helped was that she had the Korean version
of the Niagra Falls down below. I really began pumping this little asian
girl to orgasm but I pulled out and lay down on the bed and told her to
put her pussy on my face. Her slime ridden cunt plopped into view and its
gaping hole begged to get fucked. I sucked and licked her pussy some more
not being able to get enough of her juices. All the while Monica worked
my cock and balls the best she could. I think it was her first time
sucking cock.
I slid out from under Monica and told her to remain on all fours. With my
cock in hand I entered Don's sis from behind and began to pound her little
puss to the extreme. Monica was yelling in pleasure as she prepared for
my load. She was no longer the innocent little asian girl anymore but a
slut begging for cum. I placed my middle finger at her asshole but
hesitated, and decided that her butt would be a nice reward for somone
else to break open. With that thought I dumped my boiling load into her
newly discovered cavern and slid out of her pussy.
We lay in bed together and I asked her where she learned to have sex and
she told me she had watched some of Don's movies over and over agian. At
Monica's decision we agreed that this would be the last of our times
together. It was too dangerous for her to fuck her brother's friend. I
called my parents and went home with a nice smile.
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Be sure to read part 2b!! Monica's mother confronts me about banging her
wet daughter and demands immediate compensation.
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From: sdn@mv.mv.com (Eric Roode)
Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In article <52n51h$h3a@news0-alterdial.uu.net>,
Lord Eternity <eternity@clover.cleaf.com> wrote:
[...]
>It does not matter to me what you say. Allah is not real, nor are any
>other gods beside the GOD. Nothing you say matters, because you will be
>damned to the lake of fire for your beliefs. I will be laughing my ass
>off while you are roasting in Hell. The Lord is the savior of everyone on
>this planet, and you would do well to remember that and accept Jesus into
>your heart.
>
Sounds like you're as sadistic as the God you imagine. Even if I believed
your kind of God existed, I would not worship such an evil being, even if
it meant eternal torture for me.
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words, but also to deny under oath that I ever said them." -- Tom Lehrer
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From: eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Ah...persecution at its best. I seem to remember that the early
Christians were persecuted also. I just quote one Bible verse:
"Ye know the truth and the truth shall make ye free."-John 8:32
This verse sums up my entire argument. I know the truth, and it shall
make me free. Ye who choose to deny it will meet your eternal punishment
one day.
You may be able to out-argue me, but you can never win, because God is the
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God is cruel, but God is also forgiving. You will wish you had seen the
light an followed him one day.
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From: eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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It is also sad to see someone who is causing their own destruction and
eternal damnation.
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Eric Roode (sdn@mv.mv.com) wrote:
: In article <52nf5c$pl8@news0-alterdial.uu.net>,
: Lord Eternity <eternity@clover.cleaf.com> wrote:
: >Jesus and all the other great men in Christianity were persecuted and were
: >scarcely believed also. You are a pitiful person who will be condemned
: >eternally for nat believing. God is the only god in the universe. He
: >created all things, and you must accept Jeses into your heart to enter his
: >Kingdom. I do not care what you say, this is the way it is! As for
: >proof, we have faith. When one has faith, proof is not needed. Jesus
: >died for our sins so that we could lead eternal life. You would do wel to
: >remember that! I soncerely hope that all of you repent before you die,
: >because if you do not repent, you will all spend eternity in Hell. Pluto
: >and Allah do not have any power over me or you, because they do not exist.
: > However, God is very real, and he has power over everyone and everything!
: >
:
: So you see, you're an atheist too. We simply believe in one fewer god
: than you do. Once you understand why you do not believe in Allah or
: the Olympian gods, then you will understand why we atheists do not
: believe in the Judeo-Christian God.
:
: I feel sorry for you that you are so small-minded that you do not
: question your beliefs. Or is it because you are insecure? It is
: sad to see someone who believes anything that somebody in a pulpit
: tells them.
But it IS ok to bow down to the great lord of knowledge and science
without questioning your belief in THAT? Get a life...
David
:
:
: --
: ----
: Eric
:
: "If anyone finds this offensive, I am prepared not only to retract my
: words, but also to deny under oath that I ever said them." -- Tom Lehrer
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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On Mon, 30 Sep 1996 02:18:56 GMT, chrislee@netcom.com (Christopher A. Lee)
wrote:
>By the way don't send me any more email. It's rude and a waste of bandwidth.
>
>In article <52n51h$h3a@news0-alterdial.uu.net> eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity) writes:
>>
>>>They can't support it so they use empty threats from one part of their
>>>mythology for not believing another part of their mythology.
>>>
>>>Are you really this stupid or just pretending? Would the threat of
>>>punishment in the Islamic hell for not believing in Allah persuade you?
>>>
>>>I thought not. So why imagine that your threats will convince anybody?
>>
>>It does not matter to me what you say. Allah is not real, nor are any
>
>It is as real as your god. And there is just as much evidence for it. Ie
>*only* the holy writings of a religion. People believe in it with just as
>muc sincerety, certainty, justification and validity as you do in yours.
>
>>other gods beside the GOD. Nothing you say matters, because you will be
>>damned to the lake of fire for your beliefs. I will be laughing my ass
>
>Don't be so idiotic. I am no more going to be "damned to the lake of
>fire for my beliefs" than you are going to be punished in Hades by
>Pluto for not believing in the gods atop Mount Olympus.
>
>>off while you are roasting in Hell. The Lord is the savior of everyone on
>>this planet, and you would do well to remember that and accept Jesus into
>>your heart.
>
>Prove it or shut up.
He can't prove it. When I asked for someone to email evidence of god, this is
what lord dumb shit sent me..
.
*BEGIN*
To: maxx@exis.net
Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of
lies(bible)
From: eternity@cleaf.com (Lord Eternity)
Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 13:57:47 -0500
In article <324d56a8.23318966@news.exis.net>, maxx@exis.net says...
All that I have to say is this: when you stand before God on judgement day, try
to get him to
understand your logic. I think Satan will like you alot. I hope you enjoy
living in a lake of
fire, because you will burn in Hell for all eternity.
Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make ye free. John 8:32
*END*
No evidence there. He just sent me more crap, knowing full that I don't believe
in his crap. Yet, he sent me more crap.
Surely, if he had evidence, he would have mailed it to me. However, he did not.
He only has fear to use as a weapon.
How sad.
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"If one religion only were allowed in England, the
government would very possibly become arbitrary; if
there were but two, the people would cut one another's
throats; but as there is such a multitude, they all
live happy and in peace."
Voltaire
*Freedom is the distance between church and state*
John Boston is the poor man's philosopher
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From: maxx@exis.net (John Boston)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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On 30 Sep 1996 03:35:08 GMT, eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity) wrote:
>Jesus and all the other great men in Christianity were persecuted and were
>scarcely believed also. You are a pitiful person who will be condemned
>eternally for nat believing. God is the only god in the universe. He
>created all things, and you must accept Jeses into your heart to enter his
>Kingdom. I do not care what you say, this is the way it is! As for
>proof, we have faith. When one has faith, proof is not needed.
You are a child molestor. I do not care what you say, this is the way it is!
As for proof, I have faith. When one has faith, proof is not needed.
Check out one of these groups that Lord Dumbshit spammed...
From: eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity)
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>Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Check out the last one..."alt.sex.stories."
I can't edit it out because he could be posting from there.
I am willing to bet that if we dig hard enough, Lord Dubshit posted a few
"juciy" stories that may deal with people not quite the legal age....
And no proof is required, right Lord Dumbshit?
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"If one religion only were allowed in England, the
government would very possibly become arbitrary; if
there were but two, the people would cut one another's
throats; but as there is such a multitude, they all
live happy and in peace."
Voltaire
*Freedom is the distance between church and state*
John Boston is the poor man's philosopher
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In article <52mglp$t08@news0-alterdial.uu.net>, eternity@clover.cleaf.com
(Lord Eternity) wrote:
>In article <324d56a8.23318966@news.exis.net>, maxx@exis.net says...
>>
>
>All that I have to say is this: when you stand before God on judgement
day, try to get him to
>understand your logic. I think Satan will like you alot. I hope you
enjoy living in a lake of
>fire, because you will burn in Hell for all eternity.
>
>Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make ye free. John 8:32
It is posts like this that drive people away from the Lord and Saviour of
Mankind... Threats from a person about what God will do. Let God threaten
them, let us just spread what He asked us to: love and peace. For Christ
was love and peace; we are Christian; to be Christian is the be
Christ-like; therefore, we must be peace and love as well.
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I'm not denyin' the women are foolish, God Almighty made 'em to
match the men.
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From: anon@anon.org (Ashley)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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>1. I'm fully aware of what a theory is. 2. I am also aware of what
>religion is. 3. I am particularly aware of what Christianity is. 4.I am
>lastly extremely aware of what fundamentalism is. 5. 4 equals NEITHER
>1 nor 3, although I grant that it may be part of 2.
>
Really? Perhaps you will tell us about your background and qualifications.
This will facilitate perspective on the part of those who converse with you.
>
>> to maxx@exis.net => Please post the "proof" that atomic particles exist. A
>> Nobel proze awaits you....
>
>That is absolute garbage. The capacity of an atom to explode proves its
>existence, if nothing else does.
>
Really? An atom? An "atom" is a CONCEPT defined by mankind to facilitate
understanding of "nuclear" physics. Again, you have missed the point. The
existence of atomic particles is a theory. A MODEL used to explain and,
perhaps, predict behavior. Nothing more. The fact the "atoms explode" does
not prove anything other than the fact that the chosen MODEL used to describe
the behavior of "atomic particles" is sufficient for application to a
particular problem. Many physicists are still researching new and different
MODELS (theories) to help them explain other properties of atomic systems.
Absolute garbage? This statement does not precipitate credibility. Perhaps
you are incapable, or unwilling, to participate in a civil debate. I suspect
the former.
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From: hans@teleport.com (Hans-Michael)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Adam Knight (aknight@trip.net) wrote:
: (Hans-Michael) wrote:
: It is posts like this that drive people away from the Lord and Saviour of
: Mankind... Threats from a person about what God will do. Let God threaten
: them, let us just spread what He asked us to: love and peace. For Christ
: was love and peace; we are Christian; to be Christian is the be
: Christ-like; therefore, we must be peace and love as well.
But don't you engage in the very same thing you criticise when you use the
Law to condemn homosexuality?
--
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In article <52q4re$283@news0-alterdial.uu.net>,
eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity) wrote:
>God is cruel, but God is also forgiving. You will wish you had seen the
>light an followed him one day.
One day, after you have spent many more lives on Earth, you will
reach nirvana and look back with embarrassment at your time spent
as a christian.
--
John A. Stanley jstanley@gate.net
"History I believe furnishes no example of a priest-ridden people maintaining
a free civil government. This marks the lowest grade of ignorance, of which
their political as well as religious leaders will always avail themselves for
their own purpose." -- Thomas Jefferson to Baron von Humboldt, 1813.
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Being a scientist, I've pretty much lost patience and interest in these
people. Let them play with their straw dolls made in the shape of God
and Jesus of Nazareth. If this alone makes them comfortable, nothing
else could.
In <52nug4$ncr@dfw-ixnews11.ix.netcom.com> jow@ix.netcom.com(JW)
writes:
>
>In <chrisleeDyJ10M.2IE@netcom.com> chrislee@netcom.com (Christopher A.
>Lee) writes:
>>
>
><snip>
>
>>>remember that! I soncerely hope that all of you repent before you
>die,
>>>because if you do not repent, you will all spend eternity in Hell.
>>>Pluto and Allah do not have any power over me or you, because they
do
>>>not exist.
>
>Pluto is a find old hound dog who never bothered anybody, so just
leave
>him out of this.
>
>>> However, God is very real, and he has power over everyone and
>everything!
>>
>
>Everyone, it seems, except those pesky nonbelievers who seem to pretty
>much do or say as they please. Why *is* that?
>
>>It's a good thing all christians aren't this stupid.
>>
>
>Just think, *these* are the computer literate ones.
>
>Joe
>
>
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From: sdn@mv.mv.com (Eric Roode)
Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In article <52q2sn$fnj@hermes.louisville.edu>,
George C. Lindauer <gclind01@starbase.spd.louisville.edu> wrote:
>Eric Roode (sdn@mv.mv.com) wrote:
[...]
>: I feel sorry for you that you are so small-minded that you do not
>: question your beliefs. Or is it because you are insecure? It is
>: sad to see someone who believes anything that somebody in a pulpit
>: tells them.
>
>But it IS ok to bow down to the great lord of knowledge and science
>without questioning your belief in THAT? Get a life...
What on earth makes you think that I have not questioned knowledge
and science? Please do not be so arrogant as to tell *me* what I
have or have not investigated.
I have investigated Christianity and found it wanting. I have in-
vestigated science and found it satisfactory.
--
----
Eric
"If anyone finds this offensive, I am prepared not only to retract my
words, but also to deny under oath that I ever said them." -- Tom Lehrer
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By the way don't send me any more email. It's rude and a waste of bandwidth.
In article <52n51h$h3a@news0-alterdial.uu.net> eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity) writes:
>
>>They can't support it so they use empty threats from one part of their
>>mythology for not believing another part of their mythology.
>>
>>Are you really this stupid or just pretending? Would the threat of
>>punishment in the Islamic hell for not believing in Allah persuade you?
>>
>>I thought not. So why imagine that your threats will convince anybody?
>
>It does not matter to me what you say. Allah is not real, nor are any
It is as real as your god. And there is just as much evidence for it. Ie
*only* the holy writings of a religion. People believe in it with just as
muc sincerety, certainty, justification and validity as you do in yours.
>other gods beside the GOD. Nothing you say matters, because you will be
>damned to the lake of fire for your beliefs. I will be laughing my ass
Don't be so idiotic. I am no more going to be "damned to the lake of
fire for my beliefs" than you are going to be punished in Hades by
Pluto for not believing in the gods atop Mount Olympus.
>off while you are roasting in Hell. The Lord is the savior of everyone on
>this planet, and you would do well to remember that and accept Jesus into
>your heart.
Prove it or shut up.
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From: mandtbac@news.abo.fi (Mats Andtbacka)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Lord Eternity, in <52n51h$h3a@news0-alterdial.uu.net>:
>It does not matter to me what you say.
it does not matter to me what you say.
>Allah is not real,
god is not real,
>nor are any other gods beside the GOD.
nor are any other gods beside the IPU(pbuh).
>Nothing you say matters,
nothing you say matters,
>because you will be damned to the lake of fire for your beliefs.
because you will be kicked by Her hooves all the way to New Jersey for
your beliefs.
>I will be laughing my ass off while you are roasting in Hell.
i will be laughing my ass off while you are being trampled under Her
hooves in New Jersey.
>The Lord is the savior of everyone on this planet,
the IPU(pbuh) is the saviour of everyone in this galaxy,
>and you would do well to remember that and accept Jesus into your
>heart.
and you would do well to remember that and flush your thousand-dollar
peace offering to Her down your toilet.
gee, this is getting just way too easy nowadays.
--
"I miss the comfort in being sad" -- Nirvana
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From: cbyronb@ix.netcom.com (Brighenti/Marie)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In <52sb4p$aa3@quasar.dimensional.com> anon@anon.org writes:
>
>In article <52rlai$5f0@sjx-ixn4.ix.netcom.com>, cbyronb@ix.netcom.com
(Brighenti/Marie) wrote:
>>Being a scientist, I've pretty much lost patience and interest in
these
>>people. Let them play with their straw dolls made in the shape of
God
>>and Jesus of Nazareth. If this alone makes them comfortable, nothing
>>else could.
>
>Does being a scientist make you comfortable? A true scientist strives
to
>learn all that can be learned about EVERY subject. A true scientist
lives to
>learn. Remember that many great scientists (e.g. J. Robert
Oppenheimer) were
>very religious. Possibly because they were not so arrogant as to
ignore and
>condemn perspectives that they did not share or understand. Always
remember
>that arrogance and ignorance are the same thing, scientist.
I've studied theology, and understand the history of religion. It
addresses certain basic needs in people, and such is evident as it is
seen throughout written history. I agree with the above person, who
somewhere up there said that God was just as valid as Zeus, Artemis or
Apollo. Religion is relative to time and place. If we want to
consider "place" exclusively, let's go visit other corners of the
world... Perhaps Buddha is the center of all imagination there. Maybe
on their equvalency of the Internet, there is flaming going on
back-and-forth, cursing and condemning all that don't believe. Yes,
Atheists would be among those condemned. ...But the Christians would
be also in that group. Your passport will then take you to other
"realities", where Christians are considered just as ridiculous, as you
consider Atheists to be.
So, I have objectively considered religion. Remember, Darwin had gone
to a university to become a priest, and had a degree in "divinities" or
such before he made his journey on the HMS Beagle. I was a Catholic
altar boy, very devoted, but I objectively looked at science. I then
had to follow what I had learned, as compared to what I "wanted" to
believe.
I'm not going to respond again to this thread, and I am sorry that I
responded the first time. This thread is being cross-posted all over.
Those on the Christian newsgroups are entitled to be surrounded by
Chrisitans, and not this flaming nonsense. ...And those on the sex
newsgroups deserve to be surrounded by what interests them. Use your
real address if you respond, and respond to me personally: not to these
newsgroups.
I apologize to everyone recieving this post, as it is really intended
for the individual above. To those newsgroups for which this posting
is inappropriate, I intend never to respond to a thread like this
again. This is the second time I've gotten hooked into one of these
things, and I realize that they are most often worthless arguments with
people, posted in inappropriate newsgroups.
For those that agree... Sincerely, Me
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From: maxx@exis.net (John Boston)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Ladies and Gentleman...It is absolutly amazing some of the crap that I seem
to get in the mail. Here I thought that Mr. Eternity was just another fundy nut
case. But....the last e-mail that he sent me had an interesting sig...come with
me to the bottom of this message and let's check out his sig...
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To: maxx@exis.net (John Boston)
Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of
lies(bible)
From: eternity@cleaf.com (Eternity)
Date: Tue, 1 Oct 1996 21:10:39 -0500
It is not evidence. It is a statement of fact. Believe it or not. If you
choose the latter, that is your loss.
>On Sun, 29 Sep 1996 13:57:47 -0500, you wrote:
>
>>In article <324d56a8.23318966@news.exis.net>, maxx@exis.net says...
>>>
>>
>>All that I have to say is this: when you stand before God on judgement
day, try to get him to
>>understand your logic. I think Satan will like you alot. I hope you
enjoy living in a lake of
>>fire, because you will burn in Hell for all eternity.
>>
>>Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make ye free. John 8:32
>
> This is evidence?
>
>-------------------------------------------------
>
> "If one religion only were allowed in England, the
> government would very possibly become arbitrary; if
> there were but two, the people would cut one another's
> throats; but as there is such a multitude, they all
> live happy and in peace."
>
> Voltaire
>
>*Freedom is the distance between church and state*
>
> John Boston is the poor man's philosopher
>
Lord Eternity, Dark Sorcerer of Chaos and Chosen Avatar of the Chaos Gods
eternity@sex.com
Despair! The Age of mortals is ending. Time drains away and the stars fade
from the sky. The bitter spawn of night crawls from the darkness to possess
the world. Fools take refuge in faith or madness for no other hiding place
remains. The Realm of Chaos is begun!
END EMAIL
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Apparently Mr. Lord is a little bit stranger than I thought.
Is this guy a Christian?? Must be. Check out the "eternity@sex.com"
Any comments by the crowd?
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"If one religion only were allowed in England, the
government would very possibly become arbitrary; if
there were but two, the people would cut one another's
throats; but as there is such a multitude, they all
live happy and in peace."
Voltaire
*Freedom is the distance between church and state*
John Boston is the poor man's philosopher
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From: mandtbac@news.abo.fi (Mats Andtbacka)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Lord Eternity, in <52q4ns$283@news0-alterdial.uu.net>:
>Ah...persecution at its best.
actually, it's heckling at its finest.
you behave like a bloody idiot, people will call you names. simple
cause and effect. and if you portray your own very personal religion
as a sort of homicidal demon worship, that's what we'll call it.
>I seem to remember that the early Christians were persecuted also.
"people are disagreeing with me, therefore i must be right".
what you need, mister "lord", is a knuckle sandwich to bring you back
to reality, because you're a *long* way away from it.
followups reset.
--
"I miss the comfort in being sad" -- Nirvana
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From: anon@anon.org
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In article <52rlai$5f0@sjx-ixn4.ix.netcom.com>, cbyronb@ix.netcom.com (Brighenti/Marie) wrote:
>Being a scientist, I've pretty much lost patience and interest in these
>people. Let them play with their straw dolls made in the shape of God
>and Jesus of Nazareth. If this alone makes them comfortable, nothing
>else could.
Does being a scientist make you comfortable? A true scientist strives to
learn all that can be learned about EVERY subject. A true scientist lives to
learn. Remember that many great scientists (e.g. J. Robert Oppenheimer) were
very religious. Possibly because they were not so arrogant as to ignore and
condemn perspectives that they did not share or understand. Always remember
that arrogance and ignorance are the same thing, scientist.
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From: "Reynolds C. Jones" <paragon@cnct.com>
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 18:49:48 -0400
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> > to maxx@exis.net => Please post the "proof" that atomic particles exist. A
> > Nobel proze awaits you....
Having done a bit of inquiry I must suggest to you that the "Nobel
'proze'" in question must already have been claimed.
1. Bombarding a sample of a substance with a tight stream of electrons
allows you to image the electron cloud around the nucleus.
2. If you bombard a similar sample with neutrons, you can image the
nucleus.
There are pictures of molecules as complex as DNA showing the individual
atoms. There are infra-red images that show the interactions between
those atoms and their parts, in addition.
Just thought I'd follow up as I promised.
Regards,
Reynolds
PS I would refer you to good third and fourth year college text books
for the pictures in question, and the commiserate proofs. You might
also try writing to the National Academy of Sciences.
Thanks
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From: anon@anon.org
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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In article <3252F18C.7CC@cnct.com>, paragon@cnct.com wrote:
>> > to maxx@exis.net => Please post the "proof" that atomic particles exist.
A
>> > Nobel proze awaits you....
>
Forgive my typo. I will try to reciprocate by forgiving your obvious lack of
depth in scientific matters.
>
>Having done a bit of inquiry I must suggest to you that the "Nobel
>'proze'" in question must already have been claimed.
It has not. Had you done some research in this area you would have discovered
this fact. I am again intrigued by your vast knowledge of science. Your "bit
of inquiry" has shown to produce many wonders of modern nuclear physics.
>
>1. Bombarding a sample of a substance with a tight stream of electrons
>allows you to image the electron cloud around the nucleus.
Electron cloud? You can't MEAN that Bohr's model is not correct! Imagine, a
well established theory turning out to be incorrect! Imaging an "electron
cloud" does not show proof of the existence of electron particles.
>
>2. If you bombard a similar sample with neutrons, you can image the
>nucleus.
Incredible. Perhaps you can explain the interaction between the like-charged
particles in the nucleus. How EXACTLY do like-charged particles remain in
proximity without separation? Additional particles you say? Quarks? Please
look up the definition of "quark". I believe the word "hypothetical" comes
into play in this definition. Yes, we return to that old theory thing.
Again, what may be thought of as an "image" of a nucleus does not constitute
proof of existence of atomic particles.
>
>There are pictures of molecules as complex as DNA showing the individual
>atoms. There are infra-red images that show the interactions between
>those atoms and their parts, in addition.
This is absolutely untrue. There are no "pictures" of atomic particles.
Simply stating the "proof" in this post does not constitute proof at all.
>
>Just thought I'd follow up as I promised.
And a very nice try, at that.
>
> Regards,
>
> Reynolds
>
>PS I would refer you to good third and fourth year college text books
>for the pictures in question, and the commiserate proofs. You might
>also try writing to the National Academy of Sciences.
>
>Thanks
Thank you for the suggestion. As a member of the faculity of a rather large
university, I have many research materials at my disposal. Perhaps I should
make them available to you.
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From: stix@ozemail.com.au (Stix)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Lord Eternity posted the following to alt.atheism,
>It is also sad to see someone who is causing their own destruction and
>eternal damnation.
Oh for fucksake. Says *YOUR* fairy-tale, god-boy.
Why can't you god-botherers get it through your pointed heads?
We don't believe your god stories. They are ficticious myths, FABLES and
fairy-tales. If you want to convince us that your fantasy has any veracity,
then start producing reasoned arguments or evidence. Just bleating your
fairy-tale rhetoric above only causes anger and disgust.
Would you take me seriously if I told you that your lack of belief in
Potrzebie was going to cause you suffering in Pleeb later on? No? Why not?
Why won't you just believe what I say? Probably for the same reason we
don't believe you, which is because it's all shit, god-boy.
Stix
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Like one that on a lonesome road,
Doth walk in fear and dread.
And having once turned round, walks on,
And no more turns his head.
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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From: eternity@clover.cleaf.com (Lord Eternity)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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You are a Baptist, aren't you?
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From: stix@ozemail.com.au (Stix)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
Date: Thu, 03 Oct 1996 04:47:12 GMT
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Lord Eternity bleated the following to alt.atheism,
This was too ironic to pass up. :)
<snip>
>It does not matter to me what you say. Allah is not real, nor are any
>other gods beside the GOD.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Love it! Good one, god-boy.
I suppose asking you for a reason to believe your above verbal ordure is
too much to ask, is it not?
> Nothing you say matters, because you will be
>damned to the lake of fire for your beliefs.
Nothing you say matters because you're a deluded little god-boy bleating
fuckstick with his head jammed firmly up his arse.
> I will be laughing my ass off while you are roasting in Hell.
Heh heh. And if it turns out to be true, god-boy, you'll be frying right
beside us with your loving sentiments like that.
Any other god-bleaters reading this? Do you not see how crap like the above
"proud to see you suffer" bleat makes people like me hate your guts?
Whenever I see one of you so-called christians proudly gloat about the
impending doom your fairy-tale has in store for rational atheists, I wish
for the death of the person who just made the statement. Why? Because, even
though I'm an explicit atheist who vehemently rejects your irrational
god-nonsense (and is therefore evil in your blinded eyes) I would *never*
wish an eternity of suffering on any person who merely rejected belief in
something.
I don't need your stinking fairy tale to be benevolent to my fellow human.
The way you christianics hide behind your facade of righteousness while
wishing for the eternal torment of moral folks whose only "crime" was to
reject unsubstantiated belief systems makes me puke.
You are some of the most evil people on this planet and I wish all you
"fire and brimstone" gloaters would hurry the fuck up and join your
fairy-tale figurehead in smurfland. Go to your alleged utopia and leave
this evil earth to rational individuals; who'd be doing a shit-load better
without your infantile fantasies slowing our progression.
> The Lord is the savior of everyone on this planet,
Bullshit, you malevolent little god-tumor.
I wasn't even conceived when your alleged Jew was pinned to a stick.
>and you would do well to remember that and accept Jesus into
>your heart.
I'd bash your saviours head in with a crude harp-seal club if he supported
eternal torment for decent humans who lead moral lives.
Stix
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Like one that on a lonesome road,
Doth walk in fear and dread.
And having once turned round, walks on,
And no more turns his head.
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread."
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Lord Eternity (eternity@clover.cleaf.com) wrote:
: Well, all I will say is that you will get your evidence when you stand
: before God's throne and he condemns you to Hell. You will go to Hell,
: because you do not believe in him. I will not continue this argument,
: because you have shown no evidence to disprove God's existance. One day,
: you will regret your actions. Have a nice life. Go with God!
IPU argument. Eternal refuge of the cranialy-impaired.
--
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Czar
EAC Minister-without-portfolio
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Me fail English?
That's unpossible!
- Ralph Wiggum
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From: gclind01@starbase.spd.louisville.edu (George C. Lindauer)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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Eric Roode (sdn@mv.mv.com) wrote:
: In article <52q2sn$fnj@hermes.louisville.edu>,
: George C. Lindauer <gclind01@starbase.spd.louisville.edu> wrote:
: >Eric Roode (sdn@mv.mv.com) wrote:
: [...]
: >: I feel sorry for you that you are so small-minded that you do not
: >: question your beliefs. Or is it because you are insecure? It is
: >: sad to see someone who believes anything that somebody in a pulpit
: >: tells them.
: >
: >But it IS ok to bow down to the great lord of knowledge and science
: >without questioning your belief in THAT? Get a life...
:
: What on earth makes you think that I have not questioned knowledge
: and science? Please do not be so arrogant as to tell *me* what I
: have or have not investigated.
Hypocrite... you can say what I am capable of investigating but I can't
say what you are capable of investigating? iWho is more arrogant, the one
who starts out doing something stupid or the one who communicates with you
on your own basis not caring that you did that?
How can you be so hypocritical when your own words are in front of you?
Think it through... what is the implication on your power of reason if
you can be so dishonest with yourself? What happens when you feed the
reasoning process with inaccurate data?
Be wary... one of us is wrong in our thoughts. For your sake I hope it is
you because what I see in your future is not a nice thing.
David
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From: gaudamus@erols.com (Gaudamus)
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
Date: 3 Oct 1996 16:54:50 GMT
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I really don't wanna get into this, but some things I can't leave alone...
k... here's one of my famous lists O' facts...
1. xtianity is the foundation of Racism.
2. Same with anti-gay BS
3. Under xtian religion both Hitler and Capone will be in heaven one day
(Real MORAL and GOD fearing people)
4. More people have been killed in their "Crusades" and "Missionary"
activities than in both World Wars combined
Read some history (NOT your fucking schoolbook you corporate tool)
I could go on for hours.
I'm an agnostic/atheist. (I'm neither sure if there is a god, and if there
is, what his true nature would be) I tend to believe if there is a god, he
or she probably wants us to do something more with our lives than to whine
at him whenever something doesn't go our way.
I may not be sure about the nature of god, but at least I know better than
to worship a whoreson (Read: Mary was a whore - it was considered a virtue
back then) and his blind follower's scribblings.
Ever notice how all your more devout sheep have lower than average IQ levels?
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
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COULD ALL OF YOU LOSERS GO SOMEWHERE ELSE? THIS IS NOT A RELIGIOUS FORUM.... WAKE UP!
NO ONE WANTS TO READ THIS CRAP
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From: "Reynolds C. Jones" <paragon@cnct.com>
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
Date: Thu, 03 Oct 1996 18:39:23 -0400
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> Does being a scientist make you comfortable? A true scientist strives to
> learn all that can be learned about EVERY subject. A true scientist lives to
> learn. Remember that many great scientists (e.g. J. Robert Oppenheimer) were
> very religious. Possibly because they were not so arrogant as to ignore and
> condemn perspectives that they did not share or understand. Always remember
> that arrogance and ignorance are the same thing, scientist.
Non-fundamentalists have nothing to fear from athiests or doubters,
because the whole faith construct is different for them from that which
is built by literalism. I hope you truly know what you are saying when
you say that many scientists are religious. You are correct, but not by
any standard that I have seen most fundamentalists willing to accept.
Regards,
Reyn
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From: "Reynolds C. Jones" <paragon@cnct.com>
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Subject: Re: Christians can't defend their position without quoting the book of lies(bible)
Date: Thu, 03 Oct 1996 18:37:02 -0400
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Go Away wrote:
>
> In article <52mglp$t08@news0-alterdial.uu.net>, eternity@clover.cleaf.com
> (Lord Eternity) wrote:
>
> >In article <324d56a8.23318966@news.exis.net>, maxx@exis.net says...
> >>
> >
> >All that I have to say is this: when you stand before God on judgement
> day, try to get him to
> >understand your logic. I think Satan will like you alot. I hope you
> enjoy living in a lake of
> >fire, because you will burn in Hell for all eternity.
> >
> >Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make ye free. John 8:32
>
> It is posts like this that drive people away from the Lord and Saviour of
> Mankind... Threats from a person about what God will do. Let God threaten
> them, let us just spread what He asked us to: love and peace. For Christ
> was love and peace; we are Christian; to be Christian is the be
> Christ-like; therefore, we must be peace and love as well.
>
If you truly believe that then you are either a non-fundamentalist
Christian, or you are exceptional. I have actually had my life
threatened on the net for arguing logically against fundamentalist
positions, further, I am Christian, though not from one of the
literalist churches.
Regards,
Reynolds Jones
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From: a345947240@aol.com (A345947240)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: ASIAN DELIGHT 2b (KOREAN) . . . FROM DAVE
Date: 30 Sep 1996 18:07:50 -0400
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Please continue with your responses. All are appreciated. Hope you are
all enjoying these stories!!!
ASIAN DELIGHT 2b (KOREAN) . . . FROM DAVE
****Please do not read ahead if you are offended by people shitting and
pissing on each other. More straight sex will follow in the next
episodes. If you are open to this idea or like it, enjoy!!!****
When I returned from college for my holiday break in late December it had
been a month since my encounter with my friend Don's 15 year old sister
Monica. From what I could tell, nobody figured out that I banged the high
schooler.
My holiday went well but most of my friends went away to Hawaii in early
January to enjoy the nice weather. Since Don was one of my friends who
left, his mom had no one to boss around to do chores. One afternoon Don's
mom called and asked if I could come over and help her move some boxes
since no one was home. I agreed, hey I might see Monica. In addition,
Don's mom was pretty good looking. Yeah, she was in her mid-forties but
she still looked pretty young and had a nice figure.
I arrived at Don's house a half hour later and his mom let me in. She
showed me the boxes which needed to be put in the attic. It took me a
short while to do what she asked. When I was done Mrs. H. asked me if I
would like anything to drink. I followed her to the kitchen and she
offered me a beer. I didn't want to drink in front of her so I just asked
for a coke. As I sat drinking the nice cold drink I noticed that Mrs. H
was drinking a lot of water. Anyways, that's not important. She asked me
bluntly if I did anything with her daughter Monica.
"No." I tried to act like I didn't know what she meant but she could see
I was lying by the way I turned red.
"Well, Monica got pregnant and had an abortion yesterday. It would have
been a disgrace to the family if anyone found out. Fortunately I was the
only one who knew. Dave, she told me it was you."
I couldn't argue. I had fucked her sweet daughter and there was no point
in me explaining that she fucked Don's roomate too. Why worsen a
situation.
"Well," Mrs. H continued "I won't tell anyone as long as you do everything
I say this afternoon."
I didn't want to get in trouble so I agreed. She told me that Monica's
toilet was backed up and the plumber was coming tomorrow. "I don't want
him to see Moni's shit in the toilet. I want you to clean the bowl by
hand."
Gross! I went to Monica's room and saw the bed where I fucked my first
asian girl. Lifting the lid of the toilet in her bathroom, I saw a medium
size brown log floating in a pool of golden water. Mrs. H gave me a bag
to put the shit in. I rolled up my sleaves and reached in the water and
pulled the brown gob out. It felt pretty wierd and nearly fell apart in
my hands. Once it was in the bag Mrs. H told me to clean my hands without
using the sink. I had to get the shit off my hands so I rinsed them off
in Monica's piss and wiped em off on my pants.
"Now come to my room and you better take your clothes off." In Mrs. H's
room I stripped down and Mrs. H told me to meet her in her bathroom. I
figured the old woman wanted me to fuck her, hey another asian girl,
right? When I walked in I saw she was taking her pants off but was
keeping the rest of her clothes on. Standing in the middle of the floor
was a toilet seat with four legs, it looked like a stool without a proper
seat. "I'm putting these cuffs on you so you can't move. Put your face
under here and do as I say and I promise I won't go to the police or tell
Don that you had sex with an underage girl." I obliged.
She sat down on the toilet seat and told me to lick her puss a little. I
did as she said, lifted my head a bit and began to lick the hairy covered
cunt. She had much more hair than Monica. Mrs. H then told me to lick
her ass. It was covered with some hairs and I extended my tounge. No big
deal. I've sucked ass before and its nothing. I licked her opening and
kissed her cheeks. My tounge then lightly fucked her ass. Hey this isn't
punishment.
"O.K. Dave, now the punishment. I drank a lot of water over the past hour
and I have to piss bad . . . I might have to shit too. I don't care about
the shit, but you have to swallow all of my piss. If not you'll have to
lick it off the floor. Mr. H always makes me do this for him and now it
is my chance to do it to somebody else."
Immediately a golden stream shot out of her vagina and hit me on my nose.
I closed my eyes but it was too late my eyes began to sting. Positioning
my mouth properly her piss began to flow into my open mouth. I took as
much as possible, then swallowed and opened my mouth again. Her piss was
an interesting taste, kinda bitter but salty? bland? I had no idea I was
just overcome with this new disgusting experience.
The piss stopped, I recovered, or so I thought. I looked up at Mrs. H's
asshole and saw it twitch. She let out a fart and her hole opened a bit.
Then another fart, this much more smelly, was released. I looked up at
her pale ass and saw her hole open up a bit and could see a thing coming
towards me. It shot out and hit me on the forehead. I didn't have time
to react because Mrs. H's ass opened wide and a huge load slowly made its
way out. I began to reach me and it hit me on my face. The brown load
smelled, it was warm, and as it slid its way to the floor it left a shit
streak on my face. Mrs. H farted again and a couple of little terds came
out. Her ass closed up and she pissed a little more.
"OK Dave, first lick my vagina clean. Then lick my ass clean." I could
handle the pussy licking. . . but the ass nearly made me puke. There were
little chunks of shit hanging from her hairs around her ass. I licked
them up and nearly puked as I spit 'em out on the tile floor. I was
allowed to shower and clean up. Then Mrs. H gave me a kiss on my cheek
and told me to never fuck her daughter again.
Well, there are plenty of other asian women out the for me!
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What did you think? Was that too nasty? I almost thought of not posting
this but I have to.
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>If any of you fellow Canadians (especially those of you residing in
>Southern Ontario) know of any mail order (or other) 'connections' I might
>be interested in, PLEASE tell me!
>Heck, I even had to buy my dog collar in a PET SHOP!
I've found several sources. As Peter mentioned, pet stores can be a
good source of some devices, but generally a bit uninspiring.
Hardware stores have lots of opportunities, but you should go
equipped with a good imagination. I saw a Do-It-Yourself
BDSM builders mag in a bookstore. Full of all kinds of ideas
and designs. But if you go to play parties, you have to consider
the (non) impact. If you have the patience and desire, you can
do more cosmetic covering of their designs, like leather or rubber
to hide the screws and nails.
Mt climbing shops (such as Mt Equip Coop) also have a good
selection of web straps, harnesses, fasterners, buckles.
Again, imagination helps, and every once in a while a sales
person who enjoys other parts of their jobs. Not a lot of call
in eastern ontario for mt climbing, but there are some stores
with climbing walls. Lots of catalogues to peruse.
There are lots of people, private individuals, who do some
really outstanding leather work. It can be a special treat for
a sub to be taken somewhere and blindfolded. The smell
and feel of all the leathers, the sounds of snipping and
riveting in the background while the sub gets measured
or fitted. The only prob is some subs get to like this too
much, naughty things! I've found great success with this
method. After all, there's a really good reason these
craftsmen are around. They love the feel and popssibilities
of leather. And they appreciate someone else who's
also a leather lover. To approach, you might try asking
if they do any custom work, then ask what types.
Say you are looking for some more "intimate" pieces
and do they have any experience with that sort of thing.
Remember, you are just buying something. If you get a
wrong feeling, or if the person creeps you out, it's your
$$ so walk out! Be prepared to pay cash, then there's
not as much risk.
cheers, eh?
Rascal
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Subject: Susie Starts ... Chapter 1 thru 3(6)
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Archive-name: Young/susiest1.txt
Archive-author: Steve Edwards (c) March 1993.
Archive-title: Susie Starts ... Chapter 1 thru 3(6)?
Warning: This is a work of erotica. Not to be read by underage children.
This is the first of a six chapter work which is still growing.
1. Saturday Night
Susan woke with a start. What was that noise? Where was
she? Almost as quickly as the questions formed, the answers
came. The noise was a quiet thumping sound coming from her
neighbour's room, and she was in her new college room.
She'd only arrived yesterday for her first term, and she
had yet to make any friends. Actually, although she would
hate for anyone else to know, she had cried a little with
homesickness when her parents and younger brother had driven
off, after having unloaded all her things and helped her get
established in her room. The sense of loneliness after they
had gone was impossible to shake off, and she'd decided that
she couldn't face trying to make friends last night so she'd
retired to bed earlier than she had in years, and she'd
quickly fallen asleep.
Susan was disorientated, she couldn't begin to guess what
time it was, however it felt like the middle of the night; it
seemed far too late for such noise to be acceptable. She
leaned out of bed to peer at her alarm clock across the room.
Actually, it was only 11:30PM; not so late after all;
especially for College!
Susan layback on the pillow and listened to the noise,
trying to puzzle out what could be causing it. It was a
slightly a-rhythmic banging, and she blushed when it occurred
to her that it might be the sound of a headboard of a bed
hitting a wall as her neighbour made love. She
immediately scolded herself for having such a thought. She'd
seen her neighbour briefly as she was moving in; she was a
small brunette, and quite attractive; and seemed to have a
lively, outgoing personality. She'd bounced up and introduced
herself as "Nicole", and had bounced off saying that she had
more moving in to do. She seemed a nice, ordinary, girl.
Surely she wouldn't be ...
Susan's initial guess was soon confirmed however, by the
moan that came from Nicole's room. It was unquestionably a
moan of sexual excitement; even Susan's limited experience
with sexual matters enabled her to realise this. Actually, to
be fair, the banging and the moans were not that loud. Susan
found herself straining to hear Nicole's sounds. They were
short little gasps of excitement; intermixed with groans that
coincided with the banging from the bed.
Susan had never knowingly been this close to a couple
making love before, and she was finding it intensely
stimulating. She found she was imagining herself in Nicole's
place, and that she was imagining the passionate bout in full
technicolour. She could just see Nicole lying on her back
amongst tangled sheets, her brunette hair all tousled; her
legs parted and clasped around the back of a male, a hairy
male, pumping between her legs.
Susan found her hands snaking over her body on a path they
knew so well; a path that led to pleasure. Almost without
thinking one hand had risen to clasp one of her breasts, the
other was running up between her thighs, her night-dress had
ridden up while she was asleep, enabling easy access to that
magic spot. "Unnn", Susan groaned as a fingertip brushed her
clitoris. It was throbbing madly at the thought of what was
taking place next door, and that initial touch just doubled
the frequency of the throbbing.
The groans from next door had risen in volume; and the
banging was becoming more regular. Susan found that she was
gently squeezing the nipple of her right breast in time with
this rhythm. It had become engorged with blood, and was
pushing up proudly against her night-dress. Her clitoris was
engaged in one long throb now. A finger of her other hand was
probing below her clitoris, amongst the folds of her labia.
They were wet now; oiled with the juice that was oozing out
of her vagina. She normally avoided touching herself here
because it was so messy; and she could satisfy herself fully
be just rocking her fingers on her clitoris. However, tonight
Susan wanted to try and emulate the feeling that Nicole must
be experiencing; the feeling of a hard, erect, penis, sliding
in and out; in and out; in and out ..... "Ahh" moaned Susan,
unable to be quiet as she felt her finger slide into her. It
was very hot, and very tight, and she felt full to capacity.
Sometimes her virgin imagination boggled at the thought of
fitting anything bigger into her, let alone thinking of a
baby coming out! And, if others were to be believed, an erect
penis was much bigger than a finger.
The moans and thumps from next door were obviously rising
to some kind of crescendo as Susan pumped her finger in and
out of her vagina with the same rhythm; her thumb catching
her clitoris on each down stroke. Susan found herself moaning
quietly with the wonderful sensations. Susan could feel her
climax building, building, building, and BUILDING! Suddenly
everything exploded, she whimpered loudly, and felt a wave of
pleasure, or was it pain?, sweep over her, to be followed
immediately by a feeling of tiredness; satisfaction; and
completeness.
She suddenly realised that it was completely silent next
door; and she immediately worried that her neighbours had
finished in time to hear her groans. With that came a wave of
guilt. She shouldn't have masturbated. It wasn't a rational
feeling; intellectually Susan could see no problem with it as
it harmed no-one, not even herself. Nevertheless she felt
somehow unhappy that she had caved in to the demands of her
body again. With melancholy thoughts of guilt and loneliness
Susan turned over, and drifted off into sleep.
--
Susie Starts Pt2
2. Sunday
The next day was a Sunday, and Susan spent the morning
tidying up her room and getting it all sorted. She didn't
have any lectures to attend until Tuesday, although there was
some kind of induction lecture on Monday morning. At lunch
time Susan was preparing a meal for herself in the community
kitchen, a kitchen which served twelve rooms, when she saw
Nicole's door open, and Nicole come out dressed in a short
dressing gown. She'd obviously just got up. Susan blushed
just thinking about what she'd heard last night.
Nicole ambled into the kitchen, and said, "Hi, your Susan
aren't you, I'm Nicole. We met yesterday". Susan nodded, and
said "Yes". At that moment another figure appeared at
Nicole's doorway. It was a man; well, a boy really, but
dressed with only in a towel wrapped around his waist he
certainly presented a very masculine image to Susan. Susan
found herself blushing again, and hoped Nicole wouldn't
notice. He came into the kitchen, stood behind Nicole,
wrapping her in his arms, and kissing the back of her neck.
Susan wasn't sure where to look, but Nicole seemed
unperturped. She introduced him as "John", and described him
as her "boyfriend". John nodded and smiled at Susan, and
said, "Excuse me ladies, I'm just off for a shower". With
that he left them, and went down the corridor to the
community shower. Both girls found themselves watching him.
Nicole turned to Susan, and stated "He got a great body
hasn't he?". Susan mumbled some indistinct reply.
Nicole continued by saying, "Sorry if we were too loud last
night". Susan was mortified that Nicole was bringing the
subject up. However, she managed to mumble something about
"No, it was quite alright". Nicole however continued, "You
see it will be the last time we will be able to do it for
some time, as John has to return home. However, he hopes to
be able to come up for a number of weekends throughout the
term." Susan was amazed at Nicole's easy manner in talking
about Sex, in talking about "doing it".
"Um, I guessed that was what you were doing." Susan said,
with forthright honesty before she had time to censor
herself. Nicole smiled at her and said, "Yes we guessed we'd
got you going when we heard your cries immediately after ours
- no don't blush; it is nothing to be ashamed of" continued
Nicole seeing Susan's chagrin at having been "caught".
Susan busied herself in her lunch preparations as she
didn't know what to say next. Nicole came up behind her, and
placed a hand on her shoulder. "Everybody does it you know,
there is nothing to be ashamed about. I do it myself
regularly". Susan turned to her and said, "You do?, but
aren't you ashamed of that?" "No of course not!", laughed
Nicole, "It's natural. What could be wrong with doing it?"
This was the very question that Susan often asked herself,
and she knew she had no answer. Yet, it had always been
something which was done in private; and never talked about;
so it must be wrong, mustn't it?
Hearing Nicole boldly echo the very question that she often
asked herself was like a gust of fresh air in a musty room to
Susan. She felt a weight of guilt start to slip from her, and
she smiled, and turned and gave Nicole a quick hug. "Thank
you, I know that, but sometimes I don't feel it".
John returned then, with wet hair, and a soapy smell.
"What's for breakfast then?", he asked. Susan said, "I seem
to have made more than enough lunch, would you both like to
join me?" "Sure", John and Nicole replied together. "I'll
just go and shower" continued Nicole, "And I'll go and get
dressed", appended John.
John and Nicole joined Susan in her room a bit later. As
they ate their food they got to know one another: what course
they were doing; where they were from; what exam results they
had got. Questions and answers which would quickly become
very tired over the next few days, but which were still fresh
at this time.
Shortly after lunch John said his goodbyes, as he had a
long journey back home. Susan and Nicole saw John to the car
park, where he got on his motor-bike, and roared off with a
wave. "Do you want to come back to my room and help me
unpack?" Nicole asked Susan when John had gone. "Sure", Susan
replied, glad to have made a friend so quickly.
They chattered about all sorts of things as they worked to
get Nicole sorted out. Eventually the conversation turned to
sex; and Susan admitted that she was still a virgin; and that
she'd never really had a boyfriend. The one boy who had taken
her out had tried to grab her breasts (or "tits" as he'd
called them), just before they'd got home, but Susan had
pushed him away, and had quickly escaped home.
Susan learned that Nicole had had lots of boyfriends,
although John was the first one that she'd gone all the way
with. That was over six months ago; and that they had been
doing it as often as they could ever since. Susan also learnt
that Nicole's parents had brought her up in the car
yesterday; and they didn't know that John was coming up on
his motor-bike. In fact, they didn't know their daughter was
sexually active, nevertheless they did know that they weren't
that keen on John. This explained how Nicole had so much
stuff with her; it couldn't all have come on the back of a
motor-cycle!
***** +++++ *****
"John was very attracted to you, you know Suzi", Nicole
said as they were sitting in her room with a coffee, after
they had tidied it. Susan looked at her startled, she tried
to read Nicole's face, but she didn't know her well enough
yet to interpret the look she found there. "No I didn't. How
do you know?", asked Susan carefully; uncertain as to her
friend's feeling on the subject; yet slightly flattered at
the same time.
"He told me, before we joined you for lunch. He said that
knowing that you'd got hot from hearing him fuck me, and
seeing you blush so prettily when he came out and joined us
in the kitchen, had started to give him a 'hard on'. He had
to rush off for a shower before you noticed."
Susan could feel herself blushing again at hearing these
revelations. Also she could feel a sexual tingling beginning
between her thighs. She rubbed her thighs together
surreptitiously, as she changed position on her seat. "And
how do you feel about that?", she probed, trying to evaluate
Nicole's attitude.
"Oh, I can see why he finds you attractive. Your hair is so
beautiful, I wish I was a blond; your breasts are pert and
full; you've got wonderfully long legs; and when you blush
you are really devastating." Nicole asserted all this while
undressing Susan with her eyes.
Susan dropped her eyes; unable to handle all these
compliments at once. She knew however that she was excited;
her clitoris was throbbing slightly and she could feel
wetness seeping into her panties. "But don't you mind that
John finds me attractive?", she exclaimed, trying to
understand her friend.
Nicole laughed. "No of course not. We have a very open
relationship. We always talk about other people that we'd
like to make love to." Susan was both shocked and interested
at the same time. Shocked a the revelation that John's
"attraction" was actually sexual desire; shocked that Nicole
and John talked so openly; and interested in how such a
relationship worked.
"You mean, you actually don't mind him lusting after other
girls? And you let him make love to them?" asked Susan with
amazement. Nicole was pleased with the way that her words
were being received by Susan. She was obviously agitated;
sexually excited as well if the way that she was squeezing
her thighs together was anything to go by.
"I couldn't stop him lusting, so instead we talk about it.
I get to see who attracts him, and this sharing adds spice to
our love life. But no, so far we have remained faithful to
each other. But I suspect that this won't survive us studying
at different colleges. But I'm keen to hear about all his
exploits", explained Nicole. If the truth be told, this
conversation was starting to get her excited as well.
Nicole's next question shocked Susan to the core. Nicole
turned to her, and said, "Suzi, would you like John to make
love to you when he comes down next?"
Susan could feel her face burning; she could feel her
clitoris throbbing; she could see Nicole waiting for an
answer, but her brain seemed to have stopped working. She
couldn't assimilate what was being suggested. A picture of
John with just a towel on formed before her eyes; his
masculine chest bare. As she 'watched' an erection caused the
towel to tent; and then the towel fell leaving John naked to
her gaze. "Unn" was all that Susan managed to croak. She
cleared her throat and tried again. "I, er, I, ...", again
Susan trailed off in confusion.
"John would love to make love to you. He's very good you
know, and can be very gentle. And his prick is, well,
heavenly", continued Nicole, leaning forward in the eagerness
of her sales talk. Susan mind filled with fresh images; she
imagined herself on her back; with her virgin thighs open;
with John between them; with his 'heavenly' prick entering
her with skilled gentleness. Without her awareness Susan's
legs had drifted apart; and from her seat across the room,
Nicole could see that Susan's love juices were beginning to
form a dark patch on the crotch of her jeans.
"You like the idea don't you", probed Nicole. "Yes",
croaked Susan, feeling impelled to be honest. "John will love
the idea too", Nicole continued. "What is it like?", asked
Susan, her arousal causing her to ask one of the questions
that was foremost on her mind.
Nicole started to tell her; she spoke about an initial pain
if you're still a virgin; she talked about the unspeakable
thrill as the penis enters you; and starts to slide in and
out. She spoke of the joy of feeling full and distended. As
she was speaking Nicole closed her eyes and remembered, and
her thighs parted and a hand started to caress herself
through her jeans. Susan saw what her friend was doing, but
rather than being shocked, her own arousal and the words that
Nicole was saying meant that she was only too eager to join
her in masturbating. Susan's hands rubbed herself through her
jeans, she was unable to stop a low moan escaping her lips.
At the sound of Susan's moan, Nicole moaned as well. She
stopped talking, and watched Susan caress herself. Susan
became aware that her friend was watching her, but she had no
desire to stop. Anyway, Nicole was still masturbating
herself, so it was alright to continue. "Lets make ourselves
more comfortable", suggested Nicole in a husky voice. "What
do you mean?" asked Susan. "Lets take our clothes off, and
masturbate in front of each other on the bed." When Nicole
saw the uncertainty in Susan's eyes, she jumped to her feet,
went over to Susan, and pulled her out of the chair, and
said, "Come on Suzi".
They stood there in front of each other, both hurrying to
remove their clothes; both watching as the other's body was
slowly revealed. Jumpers were discarded and were followed by
blouses; blouses by bras; bras by jeans; jeans by panties;
panties by socks. Their faces were flushed with sexual
excitement as they stood naked before each other. "Gosh, your
hair is beautiful", whispered Susan in a awed voice, as she
reached to stroke Nicole's short hair.
"Come on, lets get on the bed", urged Nicole; eager to
continue her self gratification. Nicole led Susan to the
small college-room bed. And she arranged them so that they
were lying on their sides, facing towards each other. Each
had their bottom leg out straight, and their top leg bent so
that they had easy access to their pussies. Nicole ensured
that they lay with their heads at opposite ends, so that they
each had a close up view of the other's cunt.
Susan was so excited to see Nicole's fingers slide into her
own vagina. She pushed, three, no four fingers in; and pumped
them in and out rhythmically. Susan could smell the arousal
of her friend, and could see the love juice glistening on her
fingers as they pulled out, only to be pushed back in again,
over and over. Susan was whimpering with the feeling that her
own fingers were eliciting from her clitoris and vagina.
Inspired by Nicole, she had managed to squeeze two fingers
into herself. It was slightly uncomfortable to start with,
but she was soon lubricated well enough to slide them in and
out easily.
Nicole in turn was fascinated to see her virgin friend frig
her own pussy. She lent forward to inhale the womanly aroma
of Susan, and this inspired her to pump her own fingers all
the harder. Nicole's moans were sending warm air over Susan's
heated clitoris, and she couldn't help bucking her hips so
that her pussy came into contact with Nicole's face. Before
she knew what was happening, Susan found her friend burying
her face in her pussy, and licking around her labia. Susan
collapsed back on the bed, she stopped masturbating as she
felt the sensations that Nicole was producing sweep over her.
Nicole had also stopped frigging herself, and was now sliding
two fingers into Susan's cunt in time with her licks, which
were now directed to her clitoris.
Susan was spiralling out of control; she wasn't thinking
about what was happening; whether it was right or wrong; all
she knew, all she could think about, was the building wall of
passion that was growing in her loins. It was a tidal wave of
pleasure that seemed about to break over her, yet the skilled
tongue of Nicole prevented it from actually arriving. Susan
found herself bucking all over the bed, desperate to come;
desperate to find release. Yet still Nicole teased her; still
Nicole withdraw her tongue at the wrong moment. "Oh Oh OH OH
OH!!!" cried Susan uncontrollably. Yet just at the wrong
moment Nicole changed rhythm, and the passion continued to
rise rather than peaking as it was about to. Susan was
twisting and turning under Nicole, and eventually was driven
to shout, "FUCKING MAKE ME COME!!!!!", at which Nicole sucked
hard on her whole clitoral region, while strumming her
clitoris hard with her tongue. Susan's scream must have been
heard in all the rooms on her floor. She bucked, and cried
out, and collapsed. Susan lay quivering under her friend for
minutes afterwards, drained and satiated. "Oh Boy, that was
good" she eventually murmured.
"No! really?", quipped Nicole, with a very pleased grin.
Her whole face glistening with Susan's juices. Susan looked
well and truly fucked, as she lay there, her eyes closed, her
face and chest pink with the fading flush of sexual
excitement, her legs splayed open, lewdly revealing her puffy
labia.
Nicole became aware of her own throbbing clitoris again; it
was beating with a steady rhythm that called out for a touch.
She touched herself gently, and moaned at the sensation.
Susan opened her eyes at the sound, and found herself looking
directly into Nicole's pussy as she masturbated. She was
transfixed by the sight. Nicole was so excited that her pussy
juice was oozing out of her vagina, making her thighs,
bottom, and even the sheets, wet. Susan found the whole aroma
most stimulating.
Nicole then moaned, "Lick me Suzi, lick me until I come!".
Susan was certainly tempted, but she was unsure. What exactly
was she supposed to do?, What would it taste like?, What ...;
further questioning was stopped as a wave of lust swept over
her which caused her to bring her face into contact with
Nicole's pussy. Susan tentatively licked with her tongue. Her
tongue brushed Nicole's clitoris, and Nicole moaned, "Ohh,
yes". The taste was okay; a bit strong, but not unpleasant.
Actually, Susan found herself enjoying it more and more as
she continued licking. Nicole continued to whimper quietly as
Susan licked her. After a while, Susan explored further, by
sending her tongue on forays down between Nicole's labia.
Nicole was obviously enjoying herself, and this in turn
excited Susan. She plunged into the task with renewed vigour;
not minding that her chin, her cheeks, her whole face, was
smeared with Nicole's juices. Suddenly Nicole's thighs
stiffened, her hands held Susan's head in place, and she
bucked up against her tongue with a most satisfying wail;
"Ahhhhh!!!", "Ahhhhh!!!", "Ahhhhowww". Nicole climaxed and
climaxed. Susan was most pleased with herself.
As their passion subsided Susan started to feel
uncomfortable. What had she done? Was she a lesbian? Was it
right? It sure felt good, but should she have enjoyed it? She
felt a growing wave of guilt, shame, and confusion, and as it
burst upon her, she started to cry quietly. "Hey, what's
wrong, silly?", asked Nicole as she moved round to give Susan
a hug. "I, I, I don't know", replied Susan between quiet
sobs. "Come on, dafty, there is nothing to cry about. We've
just been pleasing ourselves as best we can, until our man
gets back.", consoled Nicole. This brought a weak smile to
Susan's face, although she was surprised to be reminded of
Nicole's intention to share John with her.
"Come on, lets get dressed and go and check on where the
lecture theatres are; and see what facilities they have on
campus.", infused Nicole, changing the mood. Susan smiled at
her friend's, or was it her lover's?, energy and enthusiasm.
She realised that her queries remained unanswered, but she
suppressed them for the moment, and entered into Nicole's
plans. They washed, dressed, and went off to explore the
campus.
***** +++++ *****
That night, alone in her room Susan thought back over the
last two days. Yesterday, was it only yesterday?, she'd been
living at home with her parents and brother; she'd packed her
things into the car; they'd all driven off to college; she'd
found her room, moved in, and gone to sleep early. She
remembered that she'd been wakened by the noise of Nicole and
John's love making, and that she'd masturbated as she
listened to them. Her thoughts continued by surveying this
day. She'd tidied her room; met John and Nicole; they'd had
lunch together, waved John off; tidied Nicole's room. And
then ...
Even though she was alone, Susan blushed to remember what
came next. She and Nicole had masturbated in front of each
other; had stripped naked; got on the same bed, and continued
masturbating, until Nicole had licked her pussy. Susan could
feel herself getting wet at the memory of Nicole's magic
tongue. Actually, to be absolutely honest, it was Susan
herself who had initiated things by pushing her crotch into
Nicole's face. Susan was horrified at that memory. What if
Nicole had recoiled in disgust, how ashamed she would have
been! She was also worried that maybe she was a lesbian:
after all, she'd never got on well with boys, she was too
shy, and she couldn't deny that Nicole had driven her to an
amazing climax - undoubtedly the best of her life, she had
almost blacked-out. Susan caressed herself as she remembered
crying out for Nicole to make her come, had she really said
those words? Susan also couldn't deny that she'd also enjoyed
licking Nicole's pussy. Would it be so bad if she did enjoy
making love to girls? Clearly, Nicole had enjoyed herself as
well, and yet she had John. So you could obviously enjoy
girls without being a lesbian. Good, because she wasn't sure
about giving up all her dreams of a big wedding, marriage,
babies, grandchildren. The idea of giving up all that filled
her with an unspeakable dread. Surely without them, you
couldn't have a really satisfying life, could you?
Having settled that just because she'd enjoyed this
afternoon didn't mean she was necessarily a lesbian, and
remembering Nicole's offer to let John fuck her, Susan
concentrated on her caresses. She quickly brought herself to
a small, not entirely satisfying, climax. She speedily made
her bed-time preparations, got into bed, and dropped off to
sleep almost immediately.
--
Susie Starts Pt3
3. Monday
The next day found Susan crowding with hoards of other new
students into the lecture block to attend introductory
lectures. Susan made her way into her lecture hall, and found
a place near to the front. The room was tiered, not at all
like her classrooms back at school. Susan found herself
slightly overawed at the thought that she was at university.
The future seemed to hold unlimited opportunities and duties,
and Susan wasn't at all sure that she was up to facing them.
However the excitement; the freedom; the shear possibilities
of university, were almost palpable in the air of that
lecture room, full as it was with bright young students.
Susan felt her spirits soar.
Susan noticed that she was sitting next to a boy; he was
kind of nice looking, although Susan didn't like his taste in
clothes. He was dressed a little bit too conservatively for
Susan; too nurdish, she concluded, dismissing him from her
mind. The lecturer entered then, and all conversations died
down. She introduced herself as Dr. Shannon; the head of
their faculty. She went on to explain the structure of their
course; the fact that they were to be assigned to a tutor who
was to help them with personal problems and to give them
academic advice; the fact that they were expected to attend
practicals; and the fact that they would need to do
significant work in their own time if they were to keep up.
She wished them well with their studies, and told them that
there would be a revised timetable available from the faculty
office from this afternoon.
The boy who had been sitting next to her tried to strike up
a conversation as they filed out afterwards. "Hi, I'm Paul.
So you are on this course as well?". Susan pondered whether
she should bother to respond, did she really want to get to
know someone with such a terrible opening line? "Yes, that's
right.", Susan confirmed simply, refusing to exchange names
just yet. They got separated then in the crowd, and Susan
made good her escape. What to do now?, that was the question.
She had all the rest of the day to herself. She decided she
may as well check-out the student coffee-shop and common
room.
Entering the room left her feeling rather alone; the room
was full of students; all were talking animatedly in small
groups. She was just about to leave as she didn't fancy
drinking a coffee by herself in such a crowd when she saw
Nicole across the room, sitting amongst a group of girls.
Nicole saw her at the same time and beckoned her over. As she
arrived at Nicole's group, Nicole welcomed her, "Hi Suzi,
meet everyone: this is Jeanette; Sally; Jean; and, sorry I've
forgot your name", "Melonie", answered the redhead in
question, shyly. "Everyone, this is Suzi, my next door
neighbour in Cromwell Hall.", continued Nicole, finishing the
introduction. There were a chorus of "Hi'es" and "Hellos"
from around the table as Susan joined them. Susan tried hard
to keep names with faces, but failed immediately. Susan
learnt that they were all on Nicole's course, and that they
had just met. She quickly felt at home with this group,
swapping details about home-towns, courses, and grades etc..
As Susan was engaged in conversation with Sally, or was it
Jeanette?, she noticed that the boy from her course, Paul,
had entered the common room. He looked around, and promptly
walked out again. "No social skills", Susan thought to
herself, some-what unfairly.
It turned out that Melonie was also on the second floor of
Cromwell hall, and that she'd moved in Saturday morning. This
caused Susan to wonder if she'd heard her cries as Nicole had
driven her wild the day before. But Melonie was so shy, it
was obvious that she'd never bring the subject up even if she
had. Melonie was very beautiful; no other word could describe
her. Her red hair was long and wavy, and was stylishly cut;
her face was very pretty, even her freckles were just right
for her. Her breasts were a nice size, although not quite as
big as Nicole's; and her legs looked good as well, as far as
Susan could tell from where she was sitting. Susan was only
slightly surprised to find herself evaluating another girl's
body. All day she'd been noticing how sexy other members of
her own sex were; she found herself wondering what they
looked like under their clothes. As a consequence she'd felt
a low sexual buzz all day.
Nicole leaned over and whispered so only Susan could hear,
"Melonie's rather cute isn't she?". Susan could feel a blush
start to rise, which she manfully tried to fight down. Had
she been so obvious in her appraisal of Melonie? Susan felt
mortified that Nicole had read her thoughts so easily.
Susan's embarrassment went unnoticed by the others because,
just at that moment, Sally and Jeanette announced that they
had to go as they were going into town for some shopping.
They all left then, Susan, Nicole, and Melonie heading back
to their rooms in Cromwell hall.
***** +++++ *****
After Melonie had said goodbye, and entered her own room,
Nicole invited herself into Susan's room. "Well, what do you
think, she's adorable isn't she?", Nicole asked as soon as
the door was shut. Susan wasn't sure if she was ready to
admit openly her attraction towards other girls, but she
found herself being swept along by Nicole's comments. "Oh,
did you see the way her tits strained against her blouse?,
you could see the outline of her nipples. Also, did you
notice her tongue?, I would love to have that tongue flick my
clit, wouldn't you?", enthused Nicole.
Susan soon found that her silence, and lack of objections,
had implicated her in sharing Nicole's appreciation of
Melonie. Also the topic of conversion was getting both girls
excited. Nicole could see from the flush on Susan's face that
she was getting very turned on by her words. Nicole came up
behind Susan, and started to massage her shoulders, she felt
Susan tense instinctively, and then relax. "Can you imagine
what she must look like naked?", whispered Nicole in her ear,
her hands slipping down Susan's front; brushing over her
breasts beneath her clothes. Susan felt her nipples spring to
attention, and she only managed a grunted "Unn ... Yes", as
exquisite sensations rippled through her body. "Wouldn't you
like to kiss those cherry lips, and squeeze those full
breasts?", probed Nicole, her own hands working magic in
Susan as they squeezed her breasts. Susan was rapidly losing
all sense of which way was up, her clitoris was throbbing as
though it would never stop; juices were flowing out into her
panties which were getting sopping wet; her nipples were
erect and tingling from being squashed, and from chaffing on
her bra as Nicole played with her.
With a groan, Susan twisted in Nicole's arms and placed a
hot steamy kiss on Nicole's mouth. Susan held Nicole's head
between her hands as her lips moved on Nicole's; their
tongues met with a electric shock of sexual excitement, and
Nicole's plundered Susan's mouth. Her hands meanwhile were
not idle; she clutched and kneaded Susan's bottom through her
skirt. Susan was so carried away by how hot Nicole was making
her, that she had little time to reflect that this was the
first time she'd kissed another girl on the mouth, and how
good it felt. When they stopped, they were both flushed with
excitement, and out of breath. "Quickly, lets undress",
panted Susan urgently, driven into blatantly taking the lead
by a strength of passion that was new to her.
Nicole stepped back, and stood still, as Susan hurriedly
undid her cardigan. She couldn't prevent a moan from escaping
as Susan's hands brushed her nipples in passing. She found
herself panting slightly as Susan fumbled to undo the buttons
of her blouse. Susan felt really emboldened by her friend's
sudden passiveness; nevertheless she could feel her knees
trembling, and her hands shook as they removed Nicole's
blouse, and reached behind her for her bra clasp. This
brought them closer together, into another steamy kiss. When
Susan pulled back from the kiss, Nicole's bra came away,
leaving her large breasts quivering freely. Susan was struck
again by her friend's beauty.
Nicole used the pause in Susan's undressing to start to
undress Susan. "Here Suzi, let me free you from that", she
said, pulling her blouse out from the waistband of her skirt.
Susan moaned as Nicole's heated hands brushed her naked
stomach. Nicole's fingers deftly unbuttoned the blouse,
pausing only to make arousing forays over Susan's nipples.
Susan moaned with each caress; "Oh, Ohh, Ohhh", her nipples
hardening and thrusting out as though to prolong each caress.
Nicole slipped the blouse off Susan's shoulders; it slid down
her arms, pinning them to her sides. Rather than freeing
Susan, Nicole lent forward and closed her mouth over the
nipple on Susan's left breast. Susan could feel a delicious
weakness spread throughout her body; and she shivered with
excitement as Nicole's tongue lathed her nipple through the
bra. It was wet now and the material had become transparent
with Nicole's saliva. As Nicole turned her attention to
Susan's right nipple, Susan couldn't repress a moan that was
louder than she knew was wise, given it was lunch time, and
there were other girls in the neighbouring rooms.
Nicole could tell that Susan's legs wouldn't be able to
hold her for much longer, burning up with passion as she was,
so she lowered Susan to the chair behind her. A little nip
with her teeth, brought a new moan from Susan. Nicole
impatiently pulled the cups of Susan's bra aside, so that her
breasts bounced free; their strawberry tips hard and
glistening from her licking. Susan was so far gone that she
didn't even notice the momentary discomfort that such a
manoeuvre brought. While Nicole resumed her licking she
worked her hands up Susan's legs; caressing slowly, rucking
Susan's skirt up in the process. Susan could feel her skin
quivering under Nicole's firm hands, and she couldn't help
parting her thighs to encourage Nicole to caress the inside
of her thighs. She also couldn't help lifting her bottom off
the chair as Nicole's hands slid under her bottom to clutch
her panties. Nicole smiled at Susan's eager compliance. Then
she yanked Susan's panties down with a speed and a force
which emphasised the passion of the moment. Nicole's mastery
only intensified Susan's lust.
Nicole stood there in Susan's room, naked from the waist
up, looking down at her friend. Susan was lying back in her
college room chair; her breasts protruding from her bra; her
arms pinned to her sides by her half discarded blouse; her
skirt rucked up around her middle; her legs splayed lewdly,
exposing her glistening pussy with its beautiful covering of
blond pubic hair. She was panting; her breasts were heaving;
her head was thrown back; and her eyes were closed. Susan was
obviously 'in heat'.
Nicole speedily popped open the buttons on her own jeans,
and removed them with her panties in one motion. She then
knelt between Susan's legs, and placed a steamy kiss on her
inner thigh. Susan moaned, "Unnnn". Nicole slowly moved her
kisses up her friend's thigh, nibbling and licking as she
went. "Is it good Suzi?, do you like it?", she paused to ask,
teasingly, enjoying Susan's struggle to keep her urgent
"Yesss!!!", to an appropriate volume. Susan's groan was
definitely too loud when Nicole's mouth avoided her crotch
and continued to kiss her down the other leg. Susan tried to
reach Nicole's head to guide her back where she wanted her,
but her blouse kept her from just quite reaching, bringing a
heart felt "Owwwh!"; a gasp of real frustration, noted
Nicole. She continued to play Susan like an instrument as she
let her tongue slowly snake back up her leg. She could taste
Susan's juices as she neared her crotch a second time; Susan
was overflowing in her arousal. Nicole allowed her tongue
just a few brief licks of Susan's puffy labia, before moving
past. Susan's head was rolling from side to side, she was
looking very flushed as she tried to buck her hips up towards
Nicole tongue. Nicole returned to Susan's pussy, after only a
brief excursion down her leg. Her tongue pushing its way into
Susan's vagina with a stiff urgency. Susan arched
uncontrollably, and then managed to arch again as Nicole's
hand reached up an pinched a nipple an instant later. The
pain was really pleasure; the tingling feeling afterwards was
incredible.
Nicole licked at Susan's clitoris; her friend was
whimpering continually, "Awh, Ah, Ahh, Unn, Yes!!, Yes!!,
Yesss!!!, Oh, Ohh, OHH!!". Susan was bucking and rolling in
her chair; all that existed were the sensations that Nicole
were eliciting within her. Nicole could tell her friend's
orgasm was approaching from the little twitches of her leg
muscles. She decided not to torment Susan this time, so she
continued licking with a steady rhythm, and then sucked hard
just before the end. Susan exploded, "AhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!!,
oh! Oh!! OH!! OHHHHHH!!!, Wow!, oh wow!!, Ohhhnn!". Nicole
kept on sucking and strumming with her tongue as Susan
climaxed, and before Susan was aware of it, a new wave of
pleasure wracked her body, "AAAAHHHHEEEEOOWWW", she almost
screamed. Susan's body sagged back into the chair, she was
spent. Well and truly!
***** +++++ *****
Susan was brought back to reality by a gentle knocking on
her door. She looked quickly at Nicole, who was stark naked,
while she was in a state of dishabille. Whatever could she
do? A sudden surge of adrenalin brought her to her feet,
"Quick!", she whispered to Nicole, "Hide out of sight!".
"Coming" she added in a louder voice for the visitor at her
door. "You sure were!", whispered Nicole mischievously as she
moved to where Susan had motioned her. Susan slipped out of
her creased blouse and half off bra, she pulled her skirt
down, and slipped on a T-shirt, and then opened the door.
Susan was embarrassed to see the quizzical face of Melonie.
"Hi", Susan said, trying to sound normal. "Hi", repeated
Melonie nervously, "I was just wondering if you were, unn,
alright?". Susan tried desperately to think of a story that
could explain the noises that Melonie must have heard; her
mind was a blank! "Oh yea, I'm fine, I was just ... , I was
just, umm, watching a video! When Harry met Sally!!, Have you
seen it?" Susan knew she was starting to babble, but couldn't
stop herself. "Oh, yes, last year", Melonie replied, her
expression revealing enlightenment. "So you've got your own
video recorder then?", she continued. "Yes, it was an
eighteenth birthday present, just before I came here",
elaborated Susan, hardly believing that her story was being
accepted. "You must come around some time and we'll have
catch a good video together", offered Susan. "Sure, well,
maybe. I'm not sure yet what the work will be like on my
course", explained Melonie, rather pleased that Susan was
making such overtures of friendship towards her. Just then
Melonie caught a glimpse past Susan into her room, she
coloured slightly, and excused herself as quickly as
possible.
Susan couldn't understand Melonie's behaviour until she
turned back into the room, and saw two lots of clothes
tangled on the floor in view of the door. Two pairs of
panties, two bras, one pair of jeans, and one blouse that was
obviously Nicole's, a very distinctive print. She also caught
a glimpse of herself: her skirt creased, her hair looking
tousled, and her face still had the flushed look of sexual
arousal. Susan groaned when she realised what Melonie must
have thought.
Nicole was finding the whole situation highly amusing.
"When Harry met Sally!, That was brilliant Suzi, you're a
genius! Hey, Cheer up, what's wrong?", she queried when she
saw Susan's face. "I think she guessed!", Susan stated, with
gloom. "So what?", demanded Nicole with bright unconcern. "I
bet it only makes her horny to think of me licking you out".
Susan coloured at the thought that anyone else would know
that she enjoyed lesbian activities, but admitted that the
idea that Melonie might even now be getting aroused at the
idea of Nicole and her together was an exciting one. "I
know", continued Nicole excitedly, "let's give her just long
enough to start masturbating, and then lets go and knock on
her door".
Susan liked the idea. It was beginning to make her hot
again thinking of sweet little Melonie masturbating. Nicole
borrowed one of Susan's dressing gowns, and popped back to
her own room to "change". Susan met her outside her door
seconds later; Nicole was now dressed in her own short, sexy,
dressing gown. Together they went down the corridor and stood
outside of Melonie's room. Checking that no-one else was
around, Nicole placed her ear to Melonie's door. Susan did
the same, and together they heard the faintest of moans that
could have been Melonie in the throes of sexual excitement.
Nicole motioned Susan away from the door, and then knocked
loudly.
They heard some scrambling, and then a very red faced
Melonie came to the door. She was bare foot, the buttons on
her blouse were not buttoned straight, the darkness and
prominence of her nipples indicated that she was no longer
wearing a bra, and that they were aroused, and she was
breathing quite hard. Susan could feel her clitoris throb at
the sight. Nicole smiled, and said, as she stepped forward,
"Hi Melonie, mind if we come in?". Melonie mumbled something
about "Of course not", as she retreated before them.
Susan's eye took in how Melonie had tried to make the
standard college room her own; but she particularly noticed
the creased bedding where Melonie had obviously just been
lying, and the bedside cabinet draw that wouldn't close
because of something pushed in clumsily. Melonie followed her
gaze, and blushed furiously when she saw where she was
looking. "What's this?", asked Nicole, going over to the draw
and lifting up the offending object. Susan's eyes widened
when she saw what it was, and Melonie cast her eyes down to
the floor in shame. For there in Nicole's hand was an eight
inch vibrator, and not only that, but it was still glistening
with Melonie's love juices.
"My, oh my, we have been a naughty girl haven't we?", asked
Nicole, looking at Melonie who was obviously wishing the
ground would swallow her up. Susan came up beside Melonie,
and touched her arm, "It's alright you know; I can understand
how you got turned on by the idea of Nicole and me". Susan
ran her hands up and down Melonie's arm, as she continued,
"We all masturbate. I do so almost every day, and I know
Nicole does as well. I've never used a vibrator though, what
does it feel like?". Susan's words were starting to ease
Melonie's anguish, although she was still mortified to have
been caught red handed. Susan's words continued soothingly,
as her fingers stayed so that they were brushing the outside
of Melonie's left breast. Nicole joined in caressing her
other arm. Melonie was obviously getting turned on by the
situation; her breath was coming in shallower gasps; clearly
they'd interrupted her while she was at a high stage of
sexual excitement. Nicole ran the fingers of one hand through
Melonie's beautiful hair; while the other slipped down and
took one of Melonie's hands in her own. This hand she lifted
up, and guided into her dressing gown and onto one breast.
Nicole and Melonie gasped at the same time. Nicole's gown
drifted open, revealing her beautiful charms to Susan and
Melonie. Susan by now was boldly caressing Melonie's breasts
through her blouse. The nipples were even more prominent, and
Susan could feel her own pussy getting wet. Melonie had
started to pant and groan quietly, "Ohh, Ohhhnnn".
"Come on Suzi, let's get her on the bed", urged Nicole,
slipping out of her gown. Between them they guided a now
compliant Melonie over to her bed. Susan kissed Melonie hard
on the mouth; it was a kiss burning with lust and passion,
and Melonie returned it with vigour. A naked Nicole stood
back. She picked up the vibrator, held it to her nose and
sniffed Melonie's fragrance. Melonie blushed prettily at this
lewd display. Nicole went on to place the vibrator in her
mouth, and suck it clean of Melonie's juices. Melonie was
transfixed by this, and was unable to prevent parting her
lovely white thighs in response, which caused her short skirt
to ride up. She had no panties on, and was obviously wet.
Susan meanwhile was unbuttoning Melonie's badly buttoned
blouse, freeing her big breasts, and taking her nipples into
her mouth and tonguing them. Melonie closed her eyes, in
danger of being overwhelmed with all the sensations coursing
through her.
She didn't open them again until she heard the soft
familiar purring sound of her vibrator being turned on, just
before Nicole applied it to her inner thighs. The quivering
sensation quickly caused her to open her legs wider, exposing
herself to a new friends. "Ohhhhhhhhh", she couldn't avoid
moaning. Susan meanwhile had speedily unbuttoned her skirt,
and had tugged off her T-shirt, joining Nicole in being
naked. Only Melonie was wearing anything, and that was only
her skirt, bunched at her waist. As Nicole continued to run
the vibrator up and down Melonie's legs, bringing it closer
and closer to her aching clitoris, Melonie whimpered
unashamedly.
Susan decided to leave Melonie, and go and sit on the floor
between Nicole's legs. She was pleased to note Nicole's
shudder as she ran her hands up her legs and clutched her
bottom. Susan pulled on Nicole's bottom, and brought her
sopping pussy into contact with her face. Susan flicked out a
tongue and caught Nicole right on her clitoris. "Owhhhh",
groaned Nicole, her legs almost giving away. The sensations
that Susan was giving her caused her to allow the vibrator to
pulsate over Melonie's pussy before she'd driven her insane
with her teasing, as she had intended to do. The vibrator was
causing Melonie to buck in a most un-shy way. There was a
growing chorus of pants and groans from all three of them.
Nicole was struggling to retain her control, so that she
could drive Melonie wild. Yet Suzi's tongue was unbelievable;
"Ohh, Ohhh, Owwwh!!", she gasped. Jerkingly she moved the
large white vibrator backwards and forwards over Melonie's
pussy; pulsing over her clitoris one second, edging between
her passion swallow labia the next. Melonie had shed any
remaining embarrassment or shyness, all that mattered was her
growing pleasure; all that mattered was to find release from
this happy torture! Susan was enjoying herself too: she loved
the power she felt over Nicole; she loved the whimpers that
she was eliciting from her. She inhaled Nicole's aroused
aroma deeply, she licked and licked, probing her tongue into
Nicole's vagina one second, strumming light then hard against
Nicole's clitoris the next. She loved her face being smeared
with Nicole's love juices.
Nicole could hardly see, the passion was unbearable. She
had to try and stay on her feet as well or she'd fall on
Suzi; this was heightening her pleasure exquisitely, as she
was not able to simply surrender to the sensations. Nicole
managed to slide the vibrator into Melonie's cunt. It went in
easily, Melonie was sopping wet. Five, six, seven, eight
inches, all disappeared within, although Melonie's pussy was
definitely bulging by the end! Nicole managed to flick the
vibrator to a higher speed, just as Susan's tongue caught her
clitoris again. Nicole's and Melonie's groans coincided.
"Unnnnhhhhh AhhHHH", they panted.
Susan eased up then, she was determined to make Nicole beg
for release, just as Nicole had forced her to yesterday.
Nicole's groan of disappointment was lost in Melonie's
growing moans of passion. She was bucking about like a mad
thing, her vibrator filling her up to the hilt, producing a
massive wave of pleasure with its rhythmic pulsations.
Melonie's, "aaooww, AAAOOWWW, AAAAHHH!!", marked a series of
orgasms that wracked her body.
By the time Melonie was aware of her surroundings again,
Susan had manoeuvred Nicole into sitting on the bed, and
Susan had returned to her task of teasing Nicole's clitoris.
"Oh, Suzi, Suzi, make me come!, Come on, suck my clit!, yes,
ohh, yesss!", She urged, trying to hold Susan's head in
place, but Susan had an agenda of her own. Susan stopped at
that point, looked up, and smiled at Melonie. Susan reached
over and withdrew the massive vibrator from her cunt. It
slowly emerged, causing Susan to wonder again how a vagina
could accommodate such a monster. It emerged with a plop, wet
with Melonie's juices. Susan, while looking Melonie straight
in the eye, took it and licked it just as she'd seen Nicole
do earlier. Melonie blushed scarlet, but didn't break eye
contact.
"Come on, Melonie, help me with Nicole", urged Susan,
returning her attention to her panting friend. As Susan
brought the vibrator to Nicole's pussy, Melonie used her
fingers to open Nicole's pussy lips wide: exposing her
glistening vagina to their gaze. Susan slowly pushed in the
sleek white throbbing plastic. Nicole tried to buck, but the
way Melonie was lying over her prevented her from achieving
much. "Ohh", she moaned, her frustration already unbearable.
She had yet to come this lunch time; even her time with Suzi
had been interrupted by Melonie before it had been her turn.
"Pleasseee!!", she whimpered.
"Please what?", asked Susan, innocently, as she slid the
vibrator in with exquisite slowness. "Please fuck me!",
exclaimed Nicole, her voice catching with the pleasure. Susan
winked at Melonie, and timed a savage push of the vibrator
with the first flickering of Melonie's pink tongue over
Nicole's steamy clitoris. "AHHHHOOWW!!", was Nicole's
unavoidable response.
Susan then brought the vibrator slowly out; feeling
Nicole's cunt trying to hold on to it, trying to suck it back
in. Melonie then left her clitoris, and changed position so
that she could suck on Nicole's nipples. Nicole was saying,
"Oh, don't stop, don't stop, owww!, please, please!, make me
come!". Susan paused to lick the vibrator, before pumping it
back into Nicole's wet vagina; setting up a steady rhythm.
"Oh yes!, Yes!, Don't stop, Don't stop, I'm nearly there,
YES, YES!. Oooowww Noooo!". This last cry being caused by
Susan removing the vibrator again. "Do you really want to
come?", she asked cruelly. "Yes, oh YES", panted Nicole, her
faced bathed with sweat.
Susan leaned forward and flicked Nicole's clit with her
tongue. This caused Nicole to jump and moan. Susan flicked
again, and Nicole moaned urgently, "Fucking make me come
bitch!". Susan stopped to ask, "Are you sure?", "OF COURSE
I'M SURE!", Nicole cried. Susan smiled to see her friend so
hot for it. "Say 'please' then". "Ohh, please, Please,
Please!!, PLEASE!!!", Nicole begged, in time with Susan's
licks. On Susan's signal, Melonie squeezed both of Nicole's
nipples hard, just as Susan licked and sucked on her clitoris
with more than enough force to send Nicole over the top.
"AAAHHHHOOOOOWWW!!", was Nicole's satisfied howl, her body
bucking with pleasure and release. Nicole arched with a few
more spontaneous orgasms over about a minute, but eventually
they subsided. It was a long time before she calmed down
enough to talk.
"Oh Suzi, that was amazing! Boy, you are one fast
learner.", Nicole praised. Susan felt inordinately pleased
with herself. "And you Melonie, you almost drove me out of my
mind when you squeezed my nipples like that, they are still
throbbing now!". "I hope I wasn't too rough", said Melonie
contritely. "No, it was wonderful. Hey, Suzi, you must be
ready to come again aren't you?", Nicole asked, realising
suddenly that Susan hadn't climaxed. "Actually, I came from just
watching your pleasure, without even touching myself", Susan
affirmed.
Melonie then offered them mugs of coffee and some toast.
Perhaps surprisingly, the three of them found that they had
many things in common, and that they felt at ease in each
other's company. Even getting dressed was accomplished
without anyone feeling awkward. Both Susan and Nicole were
surprised as they learnt more about Melonie; once she'd
overcome her shyness she was a very interesting and
articulate person. Melonie further surprised them by her
extensive sexual experience; apparently she'd had five
previous boyfriends, and she'd left behind a sixth very horny
boyfriend, he'd been the one who had bought her the vibrator;
also and she had had three or four all girl romps before as
well. Conversation eventually turned to finding a man for
Susan. The consensus seemed to be that waiting for two weeks
until John came down again was too long, and that they needed
to find someone to relieve her of her virginity before then.
Susan herself felt rather ambivalent about the whole matter;
she was feeling fully satisfied with her sex life at the
moment.
***** +++++ *****
That afternoon Nicole and Melonie went off for a special
course lecture, and Susan was left all alone. She used the
time to drop by the faculty office and pick up her new
timetable. She also picked up a book list for her course, and
decided that she may as well drop by the campus bookshop to
see how expensive it was going to be to purchase them all.
She always loved buying books; in some ill defined way, she
couldn't help feeling that the very fact she owned a book on
a subject meant that she started to know about that subject.
Obviously that wasn't the case, but the feeling always
returned when contemplating purchasing another book, and
consequently her bookcase was always full of half read or
never started books. Of course, she was responsible for
budgeting her own money now, and needed to be careful that it
lasted to the end of term. Her parents had lectured her at
length about that, emphasising that they were not in a
position to help her out if she ran up an overdraft.
That evening Susan was expecting to meet up again with
Nicole and Melonie; however they failed to return to their
rooms. Susan could feel herself getting more and more
irritated as the evening dragged on. When she stopped to
analyse her feelings she was surprised to discover that the
root of her irritation was jealousy. A non-specific jealousy,
whose cause was a feeling that Nicole and Melonie were off
enjoying themselves without her. Susan found she couldn't
rationalise the feeling away as she normally did with silly
emotions, so decided to distract herself by going to the
Student's Union bar on campus.
The decision made, it became necessary to choose
appropriate clothes. She didn't have anything! Not actually
true, but that was how she felt about her wardrobe. She had
lots of jeans and jumpers, good casual wear for studying, but
she wanted to feel a bit more glamorous tonight. She also had
some very nice, elegant clothes; but they either were too
dressy, such as her dress for the end-of-year Ball, or
weren't suitable for a student's bar. She wanted clothes that
were sexy, clothes that reflected her new self confidence
with sexuality. She eventually managed to create an ensemble
that wasn't too awful, although not quite the young Madonna
image that she was aiming for.
Within twenty minutes Susan was opening the door of the
Student's bar. The noise level was certainly high; a juke box
was playing early eighties dance music; conversations were
being carried out in competition with the music; laughter and
shouting peeled out stochastically from around the room.
Susan made her way to the crowd at the bar, and eventually
pushed her way through to the front. She ordered a barcardi
and coke, being careful to avoid putting her elbow in the
pool of beer that had been spilt on the bar. The problem then
was to extradite herself from the crowd without pouring her
drink down someone's leg, while avoiding the same fate
herself. This accomplished, she scanned the room looking for
either a free seat or a friendly face she recognised from her
lecture this morning.
Her scan was aborted by a male voice in her ear; "You look
lost; You a fresher?". Susan turned to look at her articulate
inquirer. The voice has lead her to expect a burly engineer,
or a bearded pot-bellied biker, instead he was clean shaven,
dressed with T-shirt and jeans, but he undoubtedly had a
muscular fit body. His biceps were visible as his T-shirt was
sleeveless; and these hinted at an equally powerful torso. So
what if he's a dumb jock, Susan thought to herself, quite
flattered that such a hunk was trying to chat her up. "Eh,
yes, that right. I came up two days ago.", she replied. "Are
you a second year, then?", she probed. "What?, no I'm a final
year economist", he explained, a nice smile lighting up his
face. "Why don't you join me for a drink, I've a table over
in the corner, with a few friends, or are you joining
someone?", "No, I'd love to", Susan found herself responding;
a little too eagerly, she scolded herself. "Good, follow me",
said her acquaintance, starting off on a weaving path past
tables of half drunk students toward one corner. Susan found
herself following meekly.
The table she was led to, contained one man, and two women.
"Hi gang, I like you to meet ..., hell I'm sorry, I never
asked your name. I'm David, your ...?", "Susie", Susan
provided on queue. "Nice name Susie, Susie this is Steve,
Jackie, and Lora" "Hi nice to meet you", Susan nodded to each
as she was introduced. "So are you all economists as well?"
"Hell, no. We all part of the Wu Sho Khan martial arts club",
exclaimed Lora with a laugh. "I'm a biologist", she
continued, "Jackie's a social scientist, and Steve here is a
second year mathematician". Steve and Jackie were sitting on
one side of the table, and David sat down next to Lora, "Move
up, make room for Susie", he urged. Lora complied, and Susan
slid into place next to David, little goose bumps forming
when it became clear that they were going to have to sit
thigh to thigh if she wasn't to fall off the seat.
Susan discovered that they were discussing whether
socialism was still viable given the failure of communism in
the Soviet Union. Steve was maintaining that a planned
economy was doomed to inefficiency and failure, while Jackie
and David were arguing that the totally unregulated market
just couldn't work, and that every market had to have an
element of planning or control in it, and hence there was not
a simple dichotomy between capitalism and socialism but a
spectrum to choose from. Susan found herself getting
involved; her A-level economics was inadequate, but at least
gave her something to say. She could feel herself getting
high. The alcohol had loosened some ambitions, and here she
was talking about real issues, with educated people, with
original viewpoints. This was university!
The regular brushing of thighs with David, together with
his clever witty conversation, kept a significant sexual
tingle in Susan's consciousness as well. An hour later (was
it really an hour?, it only seemed like five minutes) Jackie
and Steve had to leave, but Lora, David, and Susan bought
more drinks and continued talking. The topic ranged freely
over numerous subjects, including how the first year was a
year of wild parties and late nights, but that the work got
harder in subsequent years; to whether or not there should be
positive discrimination for women after centuries of male
chauvinism. Susan could see from how Lora and David
interacted that there was nothing between them, so she might
have a chance. She blushed inwardly at such blatant scheming,
yet couldn't deny a real attraction to David. Obviously, she
was not a lesbian, but bi-sexual, if these feelings were
anything to go by.
Eventually Lora left, but David asked Susan if she'd like
another drink. She wanted the evening to continue, but was
already light headed, so she ordered a coke. When David
rejoined her they talked freely; David managed to steer the
conversation so that he found out all about her. Susan was
surprised to find herself confiding all sorts of things to
him, such as how she got on with her little brother, what her
pet hates were, and how she not had any serious boyfriends.
He was such a good listener, that Susan found herself
confiding almost everything to him.
All good things come to an end, and eventually David made
noises about leaving. He insisted on escorting her back to
Cromwell Hall, Susan complied gladly. She felt especially
safe being escorted by a black-belt. At the door to her room,
he swept her up, and placed a very powerful good night kiss
on her lips. She stood there dazed as he went off, with a
cheary wave. Wow!, was about all she could think. Susan
entered her room, and quickly made it to bed; however sleep
eluded her; all she could think of was the feel of those
strong arms; the taste of that strong kiss; the features of
that kind face. "Susan Jane Braddock, pull yourself together.
Your mooning like a fifteen year old with a crush", she told
herself sternly, to no avail. It was late by the time she
finally drifted off.
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From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
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Subject: Re: Teen Sex in the 50's
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On Fri, 27 Sep 1996 22:34:46 -0600, "Matthew S. Williams \"Penllyn\""
<penllyn@acca.nmsu.edu> wrote:
>Does anyone have parts: 1,3,4, and anything beyond part 10?
>If you could repost them or send them to me it would be
>appreciated.
>
>Thanx
>
Yes, I took it to Chapter 10 which brings us up to date.
Jim
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From: Stefan Henningsson <stefan.henningsson@goteborg.telia.com>
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Subject: Re: FUCK U WHITE MUTHAS! <---white racist wrote this
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Joan <www.internetMCI.com/108 ftrdn/9cm @ mail.internetMCI.com> skrivningar: > Seems to me that the blacks are the most racist of all! How about "white"
> history month? or NAAWP (Nat'l. Association for the Advancement of White
> People) or Caucasian College Fund? White Miss America? I could go on- let
> the white people try any of these- and we'd never hear the end of it! My
> advice to anyone, any color- IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT HERE, LEAVE!!!
>
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From: campbell@netinfo.com.au (Campbell)
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Subject: Re: FUCK U WHITE MUTHAS! <---white racist wrote this
Date: 1 Oct 1996 03:43:05 GMT
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In article <52m5g5$set@d1o6.telia.com>,
stefan.henningsson@goteborg.telia.com says...
>
>Joan <www.internetMCI.com/108 ftrdn/9cm @ mail.internetMCI.com>
skrivningar: > Seems to me that the blacks are the most racist of all!
How about "white"
>> history month? or NAAWP (Nat'l. Association for the Advancement of
White
>> People) or Caucasian College Fund? White Miss America? I could go on-
let
>> the white people try any of these- and we'd never hear the end of it!
My
>> advice to anyone, any color- IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT HERE, LEAVE!!!
>>
>
I am an Australian male trying to better understand the American culture.
Could you please explain to me the difference between women fighting for
equality in a system perceived to have been discriminatory and African
Americans fighting for equality in a system perceived to be
discriminatory??
Were there not special services created dedicated solely to improving the
status of women? Were mirror services created for improving the status of
males? No. Why not? Because men were not perceived to be at the same
disadvantage. Your ludicrous suggestions are akin to suggesting that the
favourite in a horse race should be permitted the same handicap as the
100 to 1 shot, after all fair's fair, but what happens? The 100 to 1 shot
now has no form of "equaliser" and thus is a virtual non-starter. Who
would you put your money on??
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From: banderb@okstate.edu (Barry A)
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Subject: Re: FUCK U WHITE MUTHAS! <---white racist wrote this
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Beth <Dailey@Gramercy.ios.com> wrote:
>Jeff Hutchinson <jefhutch@southeast.net> wrote:
>>Lucifer Sam wrote:
>>>
>>> LET THIS DIE!!!!!
>>>
>>> this is obviously the same shithole who has been posting those "kill
>>> all niggers" posts, perpetuating the "everyones out to kill whitey"
>>> theories of brainless and paranoid members of "eventual minority".
>>>
>>> >FUCK YOU ASSHOLS WHITE SHIT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! ALL I SEE HERE IS RACIST ARTICLES FROM
>>> >"SUPERIOR" WHIET FUCKERS!! FUCK TEHSE STUPID FUCKERS! I AM BLACK AND PROUD OF IT! I DON'T SEE>
>>> --------------------- << Lucifer Sam >> -----------------------------
>>>
>>> ------------- THE CREEPING EYE ----------------
>>> http://www.escape.com/~velocet
>>>
>>> ------------------------- <<666>>> ----------------------------
>>First things first, Not all us crackers are racist. My wife is Black.
>>I see nothing wrong with black, white or any race. Practist what you
>>Preach. Maybe if your not acting like a racist, you will not be treated
>>as one. Think about what I'm saying here.
>*********************************************************
>To who ever wrote that this must be a White racist, WHY ? Are Black
>people some how immune from hate ? Here in NYC I her this kind of racism,
>from Blacks all the time. There is plenty of Hispanic and Jewish bigotry
>as well. Hate is not a White,Christian only club. We also have a lot of
>people not from America, who hat this country.
>BUT it's always we White Christian Americans who seem to be dragged threw
>the mud. I just don't by that kind of Racist double standard. The guy is
>more than likely a racist Black.
>Beth
I'm just glad I live in a country where it is EVERY man's RIGHT to be
a racist, bigot, conservative, redneck. FUCK minorities.. !! MEN ARE
BETTER THAN WOMEN. Enslave MEXICANS! see.. that feels soo good to
say.. i'm sure lots of you liberal cock sucks will let my words boil
your blood.. but my god FREEDOM is a wonderful thing.
I bet most of you have already fallen victim to a sterotype just
reading this message. I bet you've assumed I'm a whitey. WRONG.
hehe.. All you silly humans are soo.. SILLY!..
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Adam Prentice <an337@freenet.carleton.ca> wrote:
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>I don't know if it's already been mentioned here or not, but did
>anyone notice that Canada was ranked the #1 Country in the world to live
>in by the United Nations? I believe it was the 2nd year in a row or
>something.
I noticed. I care. I just choose not to advertise it. It makes me
look somehow... un-Canadian, eh?
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Ummmmmmm.... no.
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From: Michelle RenŽe <qwerty@adan.kingston.net>
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 22:55:50 -0400
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Michel Catudal wrote:
>
> In <52ic5u$c6k@itw.com>, Julian <jules@ersatz.com> writes:
> >
> >
> >Now why in the hell would I read about Canada's history? Nobody else is
> >interested. I'll read something more interesting, like the mating
> >habits of Sloths. Besides, we won the Revolution nimrod. We stopped
> >kissing the Queen's ass a couple centuries ago. When did you stop?
> >Buddy.
> >
>
> It's not because he's an obnoxious asshole that you have to follow the same route.
> As I grew up in rural Quebec I learned about the history of Quebec, English Canada, the USA
> and Europe. I learned about the good and bad things in these countries. It wouldn't hurt
> you to be more informed about Canada.
> As fas as kissing the Queen's ass this is strictly an Anglo thing. Is is hard to understand that
> the British didn't do what the French did with their royal leeches.
>
> >
> >You obiously have never vistited us then. Our political system works.
> >Sure it's whacky at times, but hey, it's the best system around. I
> >think the media portrays the racism in the U.S. as worse than it really
> >is. Every country has it. We have strived to contain it and hopefully
> >eliminate it someday. And stop with stereotyping Canadians with that
> >igloo nonsense. We all know igloos are not that cosy.
> >
> >Julian
>
> I have to agree 100% with you on this one. He is obviously jealous of our good fortune to
> live in such a great country.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> Michel Catudal bbcat@netonecom.net http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/
> with links to the best Cajun food and music sites in the USA
> Laissez les bons temps rouler.
> Support Freedom: Tell your senator to vote against the english only bill.
>
> Proud member of Team OS/2 USA (ain't a windoze fan)
> Fier en cristie d'te membe de Team OS/2 E-U (pas un amateur de Ti-Mou)
>
> histoire:
> http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/Derangement.html
> Humor:
> http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/tata/tata.html
> http://www.netonecom.net/~hdoglegg/
> ------------------------------------------------------------
For one thing it would help if you Learned to spell the name of our
Country it's CANADA. It is too bad that assholes like you give your
whole country a bad name. I feel sorry for my friends who are Americans
that have to put up with Rednecked Cany asses like you who really don't
have a life to begin with!! Get a real life asshole!!
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From: Julian <jules@ersatz.com>
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 00:29:29 -0400
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Michel Catudal wrote:
>
> In <52ic5u$c6k@itw.com>, Julian <jules@ersatz.com> writes:
> >
> >
> >Now why in the hell would I read about Canada's history? Nobody else is
> >interested. I'll read something more interesting, like the mating
> >habits of Sloths. Besides, we won the Revolution nimrod. We stopped
> >kissing the Queen's ass a couple centuries ago. When did you stop?
> >Buddy.
> >
>
> It's not because he's an obnoxious asshole that you have to follow the same route.
> As I grew up in rural Quebec I learned about the history of Quebec, English Canada, the USA
> and Europe. I learned about the good and bad things in these countries. It wouldn't hurt
> you to be more informed about Canada.
> As fas as kissing the Queen's ass this is strictly an Anglo thing. Is is hard to understand that
> the British didn't do what the French did with their royal leeches.
Hey, I've been to Canada and enjoyed it. It just gets my ire up when I
see such hatred for the US here.
> >
> >You obiously have never vistited us then. Our political system works.
> >Sure it's whacky at times, but hey, it's the best system around. I
> >think the media portrays the racism in the U.S. as worse than it really
> >is. Every country has it. We have strived to contain it and hopefully
> >eliminate it someday. And stop with stereotyping Canadians with that
> >igloo nonsense. We all know igloos are not that cosy.
> >
> >Julian
>
> I have to agree 100% with you on this one. He is obviously jealous of our good fortune to
> live in such a great country.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> Michel Catudal bbcat@netonecom.net http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/
> with links to the best Cajun food and music sites in the USA
> Laissez les bons temps rouler.
> Support Freedom: Tell your senator to vote against the english only bill.
>
> Proud member of Team OS/2 USA (ain't a windoze fan)
> Fier en cristie d'te membe de Team OS/2 E-U (pas un amateur de Ti-Mou)
>
> histoire:
> http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/Derangement.html
> Humor:
> http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/tata/tata.html
> http://www.netonecom.net/~hdoglegg/
> ------------------------------------------------------------
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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Chris DeNeve <cddeneve@avana.net> wrote:
>Who are all these canadian fucks that keep posting this anti US shit
>all over the newsgroups. What do you have against the US. Hey
>Canada if the US wasn't here you would have a bunch of Mexicans
>flooding into your country and taking all the jobs so be thankful.
>Sure the US has its problems. But it is still and allways will be the
>greatest country in the world. (unless a certain racial minority screws
>it up)
>Grow up, get a life, and shut the fuck up
I'm Canadian and I love Americans...The one's who say shity things are
jealous cause you guy's have MTV and everything else thats cool on
this planet
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: 1 Oct 1996 05:29:18 GMT
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In article <52bg8b$bu@nntp.interaccess.com>, echao@interaccess says...
>
>Lonestar (i'm@the.door) wrote:
>: Who Cares About Nations, What About God?
>: These Are Verses From The Bible, READ THEM AND BE WISE
>
>: Exod 20:16 "You shall not give false testimony against your
neighbor.
>
> So ?
>
> We American aren't guilty of that. We merely speak the truth
> when we say "We are Number 1".
>
> If anyone is guilty of this commandment, it is the bitter
> and envious detractors of the United States, not us!
>
> Besides, we Yanks are too stoopid and guileless to be able
> to lie properly, if we are to believe our Euro-Peons and
> Cana-Duh-ians critics
>
>: Matt 19:19 honor your father and mother,'
>
> We do. Mom and Dad (or Great-great GrandMa and Great-great GrandDad)
> HATED where ever they had to emmigrate from. And as their filial
> and loyal descendents we do honor to our rejected and despised
> ancestors by returning the rude favour to the ones (i.e. assholes)
> who sent our ancestors to this land, soon to be oen of the greatest
> God-Fearing nation EVER (Up there with Israel).
>
>: and 'love your neighbor as yourself.'"
>
> Do you think that we Americans don't do this ?
>
> Do you think that we treat foreign countries differently
> than we do our own ? Taht we don't treat others as we
> would want to be treated ourselves ?
>
> You must not watch that T.V. show "Cops".
>
>: Rom 13:9 The commandments, "Do not commit adultery,"
>
> Hey. We were just LOOKING.
>
> Is that such a crime, Mr-Net-Cop ?
>
>: "Do not murder,"
>
> It's not us doing the killing, really.
>
> We Americans are just the .. um, "conduits" for the
> "Wrath Of God" [tm] visited upon the hapless unbeliever.
>
> Didja know that only 10% of Euro-Peons beleive in God, even
> in Catholic countirs like France ?
>
> What better fallen race for God to punish than these losers ?
>
> We are merely his humble vessels/vassals ...
>
>: "Do not steal,"
>
> It's all ours anyway.
>
>: "Do not covet,"
>
> Not a problem with us. Outside the U.S.A. what could
> we possibly want from wretched and snivelling non-Americans ?
>
>: and whatever other commandment there may be, are
>: summed up in this one rule: "Love your neighbor as yourself."
>
> (* Wheh *)
>
> That means we only have to be nice to Mexico and Cana-Duh,
> which we are.
>
> After all, when was the last time that we invaded them anyway ?
>
> And them with those wide 2,000 wide, indefensible borders too!
>
>: Rom 15:2 Each of us should please his neighbor for his good,
>: to build him up.
>
> Ah yes.
>
> But as the world's sole remaining policeman, sometimes
> we have to do harsher, sterner actions against our
> neighbors.
>
> For his own good, of course.
>
> And we've been having a rash of misbehaving neighbors
> as of late, PLENTY of 'em!
>
> I believe that you as a fundamentalist and God-fearing person
> do not "Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child". Similarly we
> Americans, as a nation in the more common parlance,
>
> "Have to Kick Ass"
>
> Surely you understand this common-sense principal!
>
>: Gal 5:14 The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love
your
>: neighbor as yourself."
>
> Excuse me, Mr-Bible-Thumper ?
>
> I thought "spilling your own seed" was prohibited in the good book ?
>
> Now you want ME to give my neighbors the tender ministrations
> that YOU so lovingly apply to yourself nightly ?
>
> I don't think so.
>
> I believe in God, but I don't think that this is one
> of his injunctions you Perv!
>
> An option ... M-A-Y-B-E.
>
> And only with members of the opposite sex
>
>: James 2:8 If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture,
"Love your
>: neighbor as yourself," you are doing right.
>
> Riiiiight. Suuuuure it is.
>
> See above as to why.
>
>: Are These Not Prime Examples:
>: US vs Canada
>
> Is Not!
>
> THEY started it!
>
> THEY are the ones who cut us down and at the same time
> swarm into this country like a plague of locusts!
>
> THEY are the ones who deal with communistic AND ATHEISTIC
> dictatorships that suppress the word of God, his worship
> and his due, all in the name of "International Peace and
> friendship".
>
> WE are fighting God's fight and THEY are siding with the
> minions and spawns of SATAN!!
>
> How can you as a God-fearing person speak of Cana-Duh-ians
> as being on the same level as Americans
> (i.e. God's Chosen People) ?
Any wonder the Canadian's (and most of the known world) have a poor
opinion of Americans......we see Dickheads like this supposedly
representing the thoughts of the common man....and we realise the nuclear
capabilities of such a nation....scary combination!
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: 30 Sep 1996 21:12:03 -0700
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Adam Prentice <an337@freenet.carleton.ca> wrote:
>I don't know if it's already been mentioned here or not, but did
>anyone notice that Canada was ranked the #1 Country in the world to live
>in by the United Nations? I believe it was the 2nd year in a row or
>something.
Shhhh! Careful, all the Californians will head up there
from Idaho. Hmmmm.....
(Preparing for barrage of hate mail from "non-native"
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 02:13:41 -0400
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Eisen Chao wrote:
>
> Lonestar (i'm@the.door) wrote:
> : Who Cares About Nations, What About God?
> : These Are Verses From The Bible, READ THEM AND BE WISE
>
> : Exod 20:16 "You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
>
> So ?
>
> We American aren't guilty of that. We merely speak the truth
> when we say "We are Number 1".
>
> If anyone is guilty of this commandment, it is the bitter
> and envious detractors of the United States, not us!
>
> Besides, we Yanks are too stoopid and guileless to be able
> to lie properly, if we are to believe our Euro-Peons and
> Cana-Duh-ians critics
>
> : Matt 19:19 honor your father and mother,'
>
> We do. Mom and Dad (or Great-great GrandMa and Great-great GrandDad)
> HATED where ever they had to emmigrate from. And as their filial
> and loyal descendents we do honor to our rejected and despised
> ancestors by returning the rude favour to the ones (i.e. assholes)
> who sent our ancestors to this land, soon to be oen of the greatest
> God-Fearing nation EVER (Up there with Israel).
>
> : and 'love your neighbor as yourself.'"
>
> Do you think that we Americans don't do this ?
>
> Do you think that we treat foreign countries differently
> than we do our own ? Taht we don't treat others as we
> would want to be treated ourselves ?
>
> You must not watch that T.V. show "Cops".
>
> : Rom 13:9 The commandments, "Do not commit adultery,"
>
> Hey. We were just LOOKING.
>
> Is that such a crime, Mr-Net-Cop ?
>
> : "Do not murder,"
>
> It's not us doing the killing, really.
>
> We Americans are just the .. um, "conduits" for the
> "Wrath Of God" [tm] visited upon the hapless unbeliever.
>
> Didja know that only 10% of Euro-Peons beleive in God, even
> in Catholic countirs like France ?
>
> What better fallen race for God to punish than these losers ?
>
> We are merely his humble vessels/vassals ...
>
> : "Do not steal,"
>
> It's all ours anyway.
>
> : "Do not covet,"
>
> Not a problem with us. Outside the U.S.A. what could
> we possibly want from wretched and snivelling non-Americans ?
>
> : and whatever other commandment there may be, are
> : summed up in this one rule: "Love your neighbor as yourself."
>
> (* Wheh *)
>
> That means we only have to be nice to Mexico and Cana-Duh,
> which we are.
>
> After all, when was the last time that we invaded them anyway ?
>
> And them with those wide 2,000 wide, indefensible borders too!
>
> : Rom 15:2 Each of us should please his neighbor for his good,
> : to build him up.
>
> Ah yes.
>
> But as the world's sole remaining policeman, sometimes
> we have to do harsher, sterner actions against our
> neighbors.
>
> For his own good, of course.
>
> And we've been having a rash of misbehaving neighbors
> as of late, PLENTY of 'em!
>
> I believe that you as a fundamentalist and God-fearing person
> do not "Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child". Similarly we
> Americans, as a nation in the more common parlance,
>
> "Have to Kick Ass"
>
> Surely you understand this common-sense principal!
>
> : Gal 5:14 The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love your
> : neighbor as yourself."
>
> Excuse me, Mr-Bible-Thumper ?
>
> I thought "spilling your own seed" was prohibited in the good book ?
>
> Now you want ME to give my neighbors the tender ministrations
> that YOU so lovingly apply to yourself nightly ?
>
> I don't think so.
>
> I believe in God, but I don't think that this is one
> of his injunctions you Perv!
>
> An option ... M-A-Y-B-E.
>
> And only with members of the opposite sex
>
> : James 2:8 If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture, "Love your
> : neighbor as yourself," you are doing right.
>
> Riiiiight. Suuuuure it is.
>
> See above as to why.
>
> : Are These Not Prime Examples:
> : US vs Canada
>
> Is Not!
>
> THEY started it!
>
> THEY are the ones who cut us down and at the same time
> swarm into this country like a plague of locusts!
>
> THEY are the ones who deal with communistic AND ATHEISTIC
> dictatorships that suppress the word of God, his worship
> and his due, all in the name of "International Peace and
> friendship".
>
> WE are fighting God's fight and THEY are siding with the
> minions and spawns of SATAN!!
>
> How can you as a God-fearing person speak of Cana-Duh-ians
> as being on the same level as Americans
> (i.e. God's Chosen People) ?
Wish I said that! That's amusing.
Julian
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 02:15:22 -0400
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Jack Habart wrote:
>
> Jeff Libbey wrote:
> >
> > ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!!
> >
> > KEEP THIS SHIT OUT OF OUR NEWSGROUPS!
> >
> > WE DON'T CARE!
> >
> > YOU ASSHOLES THAT WANT TO KEEP THIS THREAD GOING SHOULD GO FIND A NICE
> > IRC ROOM OR SOMETHING AND GO AT IT.
> >
> > FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU.
> >
> > Eisen Chao wrote:
> >
> > > THEY are the ones who deal with communistic AND ATHEISTIC
> > > dictatorships that suppress the word of God, his worship
> > > and his due, all in the name of "International Peace and
> > > friendship".
> > >
> > > WE are fighting God's fight and THEY are siding with the
> > > minions and spawns of SATAN!!
> > >
> > > How can you as a God-fearing person speak of Cana-Duh-ians
> > > as being on the same level as Americans
> > > (i.e. God's Chosen People) ?
>
> Wake up buddy! Canadians are far superior than americans whether god
> thinks so or not!
Yeah, who does God think he is?
Julian
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 02:16:41 -0400
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Eric Langlois wrote:
>
> On Thu, 26 Sep 1996 00:37:56 -0700, Jack Habart
> <j_habart@cyberstore.ca> wrote:
>
> >Jeff Libbey wrote:
> >>
> >> ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!!
> >>
> >> KEEP THIS SHIT OUT OF OUR NEWSGROUPS!
> >>
> >> WE DON'T CARE!
> >>
> >> YOU ASSHOLES THAT WANT TO KEEP THIS THREAD GOING SHOULD GO FIND A NICE
> >> IRC ROOM OR SOMETHING AND GO AT IT.
> >>
> >> FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU.
> >>
> >> Eisen Chao wrote:
> >>
> >> > THEY are the ones who deal with communistic AND ATHEISTIC
> >> > dictatorships that suppress the word of God, his worship
> >> > and his due, all in the name of "International Peace and
> >> > friendship".
> >> >
> >> > WE are fighting God's fight and THEY are siding with the
> >> > minions and spawns of SATAN!!
> >> >
> >> > How can you as a God-fearing person speak of Cana-Duh-ians
> >> > as being on the same level as Americans
> >> > (i.e. God's Chosen People) ?
> >
> >Wake up buddy! Canadians are far superior than americans whether god
> >thinks so or not!
>
> You're all wrong!
>
> French-Speaking People of Quebec are the most superior... because we
> have survived in a hostile country with hostile people: Canada and
> Canadians
>
> People of Usa are superior too, you live in a real independant
> country, not a fake country like Canada.
>
> God Bless Quebec and America!
I don't quite know how to handle this people. A quandry I have here.
Julian
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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Michelle RenŽe <qwerty@adan.kingston.net> wrote:
>Michel Catudal wrote:
>>
>> In <52ic5u$c6k@itw.com>, Julian <jules@ersatz.com> writes:
>> >
>> >
>> >Now why in the hell would I read about Canada's history? Nobody else is
>> >interested. I'll read something more interesting, like the mating
>> >habits of Sloths. Besides, we won the Revolution nimrod. We stopped
>> >kissing the Queen's ass a couple centuries ago. When did you stop?
>> >Buddy.
>> >
>>
>> It's not because he's an obnoxious asshole that you have to follow the same route.
>> As I grew up in rural Quebec I learned about the history of Quebec, English Canada, the USA
>> and Europe. I learned about the good and bad things in these countries. It wouldn't hurt
>> you to be more informed about Canada.
>> As fas as kissing the Queen's ass this is strictly an Anglo thing. Is is hard to understand that
>> the British didn't do what the French did with their royal leeches.
>>
>> >
>> >You obiously have never vistited us then. Our political system works.
>> >Sure it's whacky at times, but hey, it's the best system around. I
>> >think the media portrays the racism in the U.S. as worse than it really
>> >is. Every country has it. We have strived to contain it and hopefully
>> >eliminate it someday. And stop with stereotyping Canadians with that
>> >igloo nonsense. We all know igloos are not that cosy.
>> >
>> >Julian
>>
>> I have to agree 100% with you on this one. He is obviously jealous of our good fortune to
>> live in such a great country.
>>
>> ------------------------------------------------------------
>> Michel Catudal bbcat@netonecom.net http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/
>> with links to the best Cajun food and music sites in the USA
>> Laissez les bons temps rouler.
>> Support Freedom: Tell your senator to vote against the english only bill.
>>
>> Proud member of Team OS/2 USA (ain't a windoze fan)
>> Fier en cristie d'te membe de Team OS/2 E-U (pas un amateur de Ti-Mou)
>>
>> histoire:
>> http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/Derangement.html
>> Humor:
>> http://www.netonecom.net/~bbcat/tata/tata.html
>> http://www.netonecom.net/~hdoglegg/
>> ------------------------------------------------------------
>For one thing it would help if you Learned to spell the name of our
>Country it's CANADA. It is too bad that assholes like you give your
>whole country a bad name. I feel sorry for my friends who are Americans
>that have to put up with Rednecked Cany asses like you who really don't
>have a life to begin with!! Get a real life asshole!!
Are my eyes that bad? I didn't see where it was misspelled.
Also, speaking of spelling, what are "...Cany asses..."?
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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campbell@netinfo.com.au (Campbell) wrote:
>In article <52bg8b$bu@nntp.interaccess.com>, echao@interaccess says...
>>
>>Lonestar (i'm@the.door) wrote:
>>: Who Cares About Nations, What About God?
>>: These Are Verses From The Bible, READ THEM AND BE WISE
>>
>>: Exod 20:16 "You shall not give false testimony against your
>neighbor.
>>
>> So ?
>>
>> We American aren't guilty of that. We merely speak the truth
>> when we say "We are Number 1".
>>
>> If anyone is guilty of this commandment, it is the bitter
>> and envious detractors of the United States, not us!
>>
>> Besides, we Yanks are too stoopid and guileless to be able
>> to lie properly, if we are to believe our Euro-Peons and
>> Cana-Duh-ians critics
>>
>>: Matt 19:19 honor your father and mother,'
>>
>> We do. Mom and Dad (or Great-great GrandMa and Great-great GrandDad)
>> HATED where ever they had to emmigrate from. And as their filial
>> and loyal descendents we do honor to our rejected and despised
>> ancestors by returning the rude favour to the ones (i.e. assholes)
>> who sent our ancestors to this land, soon to be oen of the greatest
>> God-Fearing nation EVER (Up there with Israel).
>>
>>: and 'love your neighbor as yourself.'"
>>
>> Do you think that we Americans don't do this ?
>>
>> Do you think that we treat foreign countries differently
>> than we do our own ? Taht we don't treat others as we
>> would want to be treated ourselves ?
>>
>> You must not watch that T.V. show "Cops".
>>
>>: Rom 13:9 The commandments, "Do not commit adultery,"
>>
>> Hey. We were just LOOKING.
>>
>> Is that such a crime, Mr-Net-Cop ?
>>
>>: "Do not murder,"
>>
>> It's not us doing the killing, really.
>>
>> We Americans are just the .. um, "conduits" for the
>> "Wrath Of God" [tm] visited upon the hapless unbeliever.
>>
>> Didja know that only 10% of Euro-Peons beleive in God, even
>> in Catholic countirs like France ?
>>
>> What better fallen race for God to punish than these losers ?
>>
>> We are merely his humble vessels/vassals ...
>>
>>: "Do not steal,"
>>
>> It's all ours anyway.
>>
>>: "Do not covet,"
>>
>> Not a problem with us. Outside the U.S.A. what could
>> we possibly want from wretched and snivelling non-Americans ?
>>
>>: and whatever other commandment there may be, are
>>: summed up in this one rule: "Love your neighbor as yourself."
>>
>> (* Wheh *)
>>
>> That means we only have to be nice to Mexico and Cana-Duh,
>> which we are.
>>
>> After all, when was the last time that we invaded them anyway ?
>>
>> And them with those wide 2,000 wide, indefensible borders too!
>>
>>: Rom 15:2 Each of us should please his neighbor for his good,
>>: to build him up.
>>
>> Ah yes.
>>
>> But as the world's sole remaining policeman, sometimes
>> we have to do harsher, sterner actions against our
>> neighbors.
>>
>> For his own good, of course.
>>
>> And we've been having a rash of misbehaving neighbors
>> as of late, PLENTY of 'em!
>>
>> I believe that you as a fundamentalist and God-fearing person
>> do not "Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child". Similarly we
>> Americans, as a nation in the more common parlance,
>>
>> "Have to Kick Ass"
>>
>> Surely you understand this common-sense principal!
>>
>>: Gal 5:14 The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love
>your
>>: neighbor as yourself."
>>
>> Excuse me, Mr-Bible-Thumper ?
>>
>> I thought "spilling your own seed" was prohibited in the good book ?
>>
>> Now you want ME to give my neighbors the tender ministrations
>> that YOU so lovingly apply to yourself nightly ?
>>
>> I don't think so.
>>
>> I believe in God, but I don't think that this is one
>> of his injunctions you Perv!
>>
>> An option ... M-A-Y-B-E.
>>
>> And only with members of the opposite sex
>>
>>: James 2:8 If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture,
>"Love your
>>: neighbor as yourself," you are doing right.
>>
>> Riiiiight. Suuuuure it is.
>>
>> See above as to why.
>>
>>: Are These Not Prime Examples:
>>: US vs Canada
>>
>> Is Not!
>>
>> THEY started it!
>>
>> THEY are the ones who cut us down and at the same time
>> swarm into this country like a plague of locusts!
>>
>> THEY are the ones who deal with communistic AND ATHEISTIC
>> dictatorships that suppress the word of God, his worship
>> and his due, all in the name of "International Peace and
>> friendship".
>>
>> WE are fighting God's fight and THEY are siding with the
>> minions and spawns of SATAN!!
>>
>> How can you as a God-fearing person speak of Cana-Duh-ians
>> as being on the same level as Americans
>> (i.e. God's Chosen People) ?
>Any wonder the Canadian's (and most of the known world) have a poor
>opinion of Americans......we see Dickheads like this supposedly
>representing the thoughts of the common man....and we realise the nuclear
>capabilities of such a nation....scary combination!
You don't seriously think that this person is representative of all
Americans, do you?
As a result of reading some of the posts around here, it seems that
the USA has a monopoly on people with warped senses of self
importance. Canada seems to have at least it's share of them too.
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 07:08:48 -0700
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asdfa wrote:
>
> WHICH FUCKIN RACIAL MINORITY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT RACIST???
> ILL FUCKIN KILL YOU..
>
> In article <323B847F.3E36@avana.net>, cddeneve@avana.net says...
> >
> >Who are all these canadian fucks that keep posting this anti US shit
> >all over the newsgroups. What do you have against the US. Hey
> >Canada if the US wasn't here you would have a bunch of Mexicans
> >flooding into your country and taking all the jobs so be thankful.
> >
> >Sure the US has its problems. But it is still and allways will be the
> >greatest country in the world. (unless a certain racial minority screws
> >it up)
> >
> >Grow up, get a life, and shut the fuck up
uhh....what newsgroup is this?
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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Because our beer is much better!!!
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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Probably because our beer is much better then their's!!! :)
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 14:27:58 -0400
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Julian wrote:
>
> Eric Langlois wrote:
> >
> > On Thu, 26 Sep 1996 00:37:56 -0700, Jack Habart
> > <j_habart@cyberstore.ca> wrote:
> >
> > >Jeff Libbey wrote:
> > >>
> > >> ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!!
> > >>
> > >> KEEP THIS SHIT OUT OF OUR NEWSGROUPS!
> > >>
> > >> WE DON'T CARE!
> > >>
> > >> YOU ASSHOLES THAT WANT TO KEEP THIS THREAD GOING SHOULD GO FIND A NICE
> > >> IRC ROOM OR SOMETHING AND GO AT IT.
> > >>
> > >> FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU.
> > >>
> > >> Eisen Chao wrote:
> > >>
> > >> > THEY are the ones who deal with communistic AND ATHEISTIC
> > >> > dictatorships that suppress the word of God, his worship
> > >> > and his due, all in the name of "International Peace and
> > >> > friendship".
> > >> >
> > >> > WE are fighting God's fight and THEY are siding with the
> > >> > minions and spawns of SATAN!!
> > >> >
> > >> > How can you as a God-fearing person speak of Cana-Duh-ians
> > >> > as being on the same level as Americans
> > >> > (i.e. God's Chosen People) ?
> > >
> > >Wake up buddy! Canadians are far superior than americans whether god
> > >thinks so or not!
> >
> > You're all wrong!
> >
> > French-Speaking People of Quebec are the most superior... because we
> > have survived in a hostile country with hostile people: Canada and
> > Canadians
> >
> > People of Usa are superior too, you live in a real independant
> > country, not a fake country like Canada.
> >
> > God Bless Quebec and America!
>
> I don't quite know how to handle this people. A quandry I have here.
>
> Julian
WAY TO GO JULIAN! This stuff is definitely for the out-to-lunch-permanently crowd!
Canada and the United States are both great countries. Canada does alot of business with
the United States. The States buys billions of dollars worth of goods and services from Canada,
and we in turn buy billions of dollars worth of goods and services from the States. Our respective
trade balances are pretty close. I have some great friends in the States and they love coming up
here on vacation, and vice-versa.
Perhaps the people who spend all this time hammering away at a go-nowhere, nonesene issue have
some unresovled childhood problems that they ought to be spending some time on.
By the way, is it true that the United States owns Quebec? There was a story in the Wall Street
Journal recently stating that the U.S. holds almost 55 billion dollars in Quebec debt certificates!!
With a population of only 5.65 million, that means each person in Quebec owes $9,700 in
U.S. debt alone...not to mention their portion of the national debt of Canada, and debts they
owe to other countries...like France! HHmmm!
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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@generation.net (asdfa) wrote:
>WHICH FUCKIN RACIAL MINORITY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT RACIST???
>ILL FUCKIN KILL YOU..
One: Asdfa, or whatever, cool it on the minority thing. Ppl like you
waste a lot of money fighting no-reason wars.
Two: Thanks for the Mexico thing <grin>. I'll trade you Quebec, the
Beachcombers, Preston Manning and a third round draft pick for all the
Chicos in Texas, an operable navy and Ross Perot - you can keep his
money :)
>In article <323B847F.3E36@avana.net>, cddeneve@avana.net says...
>>
>>Who are all these canadian fucks that keep posting this anti US shit
>>all over the newsgroups. What do you have against the US. Hey
>>Canada if the US wasn't here you would have a bunch of Mexicans
>>flooding into your country and taking all the jobs so be thankful.
>>
Thirdly, there are a few deranged fucks wherever you go. Why is it
that they invariably find their way to a newsgroup :)? That isn't the
popular opinion of Canada - trust me, eh? :)
>>Sure the US has its problems. But it is still and allways will be the
>>greatest country in the world. (unless a certain racial minority screws
>>it up)
The UN, based in New York, thinks differently. What does that tell
you :>? (Kidding! REALLY! Read on, oh southern one)
Seriously, though, the best country IS the one you're living in. For
me, it's Canada. For you, it's the US. That's what makes our
countries great - to be able to say this and actually mean it! If we
were Chinese, we'd say "Hooray for Mao" (In Chinese, of course
<grin>), or some commie bullshit like that, but we wouldn't mean it.
And that's my two cents - 1.73 in US currency...
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Subject: Re: WHY DOES CANANDA HATE THE US
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In article <325329E4.2767@sympatico.ca>, dejan.zenar@sympatico.ca
says...
>
>> > > > >Man, I would love to sit in your history classes in your
schools,
>> > > > >watching the teacher strive to come up with something,
anything, that
>> > > > >would make the kids proud of their country. I hope they get
paid a lot.
>> > > >
>
>> > > Now why in the hell would I read about Canada's history? Nobody
else is
>> > > interested. I'll read something more interesting, like the
mating
>> > > habits of Sloths. Besides, we won the Revolution nimrod. We
stopped
>> > > kissing the Queen's ass a couple centuries ago. When did you
stop?
>> > > Buddy.
>> > >
>> > > > >And then the flames will come....'redneck' or 'isolationist'
or some
>> > > > >such nonsense. I am neither of the above. I just find the
comments
>> > > > >coming from you pseudo-Americans a minor irritant. I chalk
it up to
>> > > > >envy and jealosy. You people care way too much of what the
rest of the
>> > > > >world thinks. And after listening to their jealous/envy
diatribes
>> > > > >against the U.S., you believe them. How stupid. Like that
metric
>> > > > >nonsense.
>
>
>The day that a Canadian student traveling overseas sews an American
flag onto his/her
>backpack instead of the other way around is the day the U.S. can claim
to be a greater
>country than Canada.
>
>Regards from Toronto
>here, here, I thought that was just an isolated incident that happened
to my friends and I.I knew Americans have a bad name in the Middle east
(no shocker there), but i couldn't believe how bad it was travelling
throughout Portugal and Spain.As soon as we identified ourselves as
being non-Americans (anybody who speaks english without a british
accent is considered American)They treated us royaly, inviting us into
their homes, some free beers,unbelieveable.We also encountered
Americans travelling throughout the country and were asked if we had
any extra Canadian flags they could sew on their backpacks,some of them
were nice people, but i do not hand out the symbol of my country to
anyone other than a Canadian.
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Julian (jules@ersatz.com) wrote:
: NC wrote:
: >
: > Chris DeNeve wrote:
: > >
: > > Who are all these canadian fucks that keep posting this anti US shit
: > > all over the newsgroups. What do you have against the US. Hey
: > > Canada if the US wasn't here you would have a bunch of Mexicans
: > > flooding into your country and taking all the jobs so be thankful.
: > >
: > > Sure the US has its problems. But it is still and allways will be the
: > > greatest country in the world. (unless a certain racial minority screws
: > > it up)
: > >
: > > Grow up, get a life, and shut the fuck up
: >
: > We don't hate you we pity you. One day you might learn the lesson & be a
: > great nation like Canada. Till then "shame"
: Nation? I thought Canaduh was just a state!
: Man, I would love to sit in your history classes in your schools,
: watching the teacher strive to come up with something, anything, that
: would make the kids proud of their country. I hope they get paid a lot.
: And then the flames will come....'redneck' or 'isolationist' or some
: such nonsense. I am neither of the above. I just find the comments
: coming from you pseudo-Americans a minor irritant. I chalk it up to
: envy and jealosy. You people care way too much of what the rest of the
: world thinks. And after listening to their jealous/envy diatribes
: against the U.S., you believe them. How stupid. Like that metric
: nonsense.
: Julian
Hey, Julian, how stupid can you be???
If the teachers actually can make US-kids proud of their country, I see no
problem with Canadian teachers making Canadian kids proud of their country.
You stupid grunt.
And flames ?? What do you expect??? When you keep ragging about how bad another country is, all it does is make the rest of the world despise you.
I dont hate america, but I sure as hell wouldn't wanna live there, whit all the crime, murders, weapons and drugs.
What is there to be jealous about ?
//Martin