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Archive-title: Desire

PT 1

As Mike slowly walked down the glistning wet city street

thoughts of his psychiatrist probed his mind. He had been going to the

same psychiatrist for almost a year now and his bimonthly hour

of sexual bliss was about to begin. No, he had never touched her

or had any contact with her of any kind, she was much to cold

for that, but his fantasies were fueled from these sessions.

You might say that Mike was obsessed. She was a cold, cold woman,

who had never shown any signs of emotions towards him, but in

that he did not blame her because sex with clients was strictly

taboo. He could accept that, so she lived only in his

fantasies which were fueled intensly 2 times a month.

He imagined in his head her distincted jawline which

never twiched, nor smiled, and her dark eyes which showed absolutely

no emotion whatsoever. Yes she was very cold, very unobtainable,

and in that she was so beautiful.

As he walked down the wet street, the dampness of the

pavement brought a familiar smell to his nose. He liked the rain.

The sounds of cars splashing down the pavement all greeted his sences

and created the dark mood of gloom that he was in. He seemed to always

be depressed and nothing ever seemed to matter. He stared at his

feet as he approached the large office building, and with a deep

breath pulled the large glass door open and went inside.

Ella looked at her watch and took off her glasses.

It was almost time for her appointment with Mike, and she would

need to prepare. Unknown to him was the fact that the whole

time she had been counseling him, she had found herself becoming

more and more atracted to him. On several occasions she had found

herself getting damp from the smooth sound of his voice and his

smooth looks. In her profession, sex with clients was strictly

forbidden, but as time went on she had found it harder and harder

to supress her emotions. She was finally at that breaking point

and she feared that she had lost control; something that she prided

herself on. As she slowly closed the blinds thoughts of the few times

she had reached out and touched him crossed through her mind. Every

touch she had ever placed had been always met with a think knot

of corded muscle. As she glanced one more time outside at the rain,

a wave of want passed over her. She found herself already getting

wet.

Mike pushed through the glass door that led into Ms.

Sanders office. He walked up to the receptionist and checked in.

He looked down through the glass tabletop that made up the

receptionist’s desk. As always, she was wearing a skimpy skirt

that rode up her legs when she sat. Soft white nylons hugged her

legs and supple white leather pumps adorned her outfit. Mike

…End of the part1. To be continued..

a corner and jerk off two or three times.

“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control

his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain

started activating its connections. Lights danced on

the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s

really running!”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”

muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his

dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four

feet over.

He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked

gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up

at him.

To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and

she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s

arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-

factly.

What could he say? “Yes.”

“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

“Yes.”

She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen

balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-

exhaled, half-moaned.

She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,

and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.

“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!

I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan

deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and

sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system

console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was

intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.

Give me everything you got.”

They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried

to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could

feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he

gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”

Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.

Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–

that the only two things in the universe were her tight young

pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together

faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew

that soon the spasm would come.

Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they

glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to

and there was nothing else for it to do before the London

stock exchange opened.

“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”

Ryan said gently.

“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.

You can take care of me.”

He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.

End

–

Archive-author: Derek Blonde

Archive-title: Early One Morning

AUTHOR’S DISCLAIMER:

(Unfortunately, this is NOT what the life of a computer

professional is like, at least in Research Triangle Park.

Anyone who knows of a place where systems consultants can

do this type of thing, please let me know.)

They had been working on the system for twenty-one straight

hours now. It was finally up and running; their client, a

large banking law firm, wanted the in-house system plugged into

a banking information network and a huge legal database. The

conversion had taken over four hundred thousand dollars worth

of hardware and software, in addition to three weeks of work,

and in the end Ryan thought that it would have been simpler

just to order every single piece of shit in the IBM catalog

that would fit inside the cabinet and load it onboard.

And now the computer was getting ready to entangle itself

into an international 24-hour database. The Brain would never

shut off again; now, it was going through a self-test,

getting ready to read market data, scan the newspapers, and

watch the local trouble spots in locations around the

world where the firm had clients. Its huge main monitor

was split into sixteen screens, one screen for each

communication controller operating in the building. Ryan

was trying to give each of them in turn something

approaching his immediate and undivided attention.

He was having trouble concentrating, however. His

software engineer, Kelly, was a sweet young thing just

out of MIT…young, blonde, beautiful, and brilliant.

She showed a decided preference for working in sweats,

and since the machine room was cooled to 68 Fahrenheit,

sweats were comfortable. But while she and Ryan

were hooking up the cabling on a replacement unit, and

now again as they crowded in front of the monitor to

watch The Brain do its sitting-up exercises, they had

been working in close quarters. And Ryan had found himself

meditatively studying the curves of her beautiful, firm

ass underneath her crimson sweatpants. Wondering what it

would be like to nibble on her neck, near her hairline,

with her on all fours…

With an effort, Ryan snapped out of this pleasant fantasy.

The console beeped, signalling the end of the self-test.

“Is it ready to connect now?” asked Kelly.

Oh boy, he thought, is it ever. He was so hard that he

was positively throbbing, and he knew that he would

have to find some kind of relief soon. Just go off in

…End of the part1. To be continued..

had not tried bondage but for her I would try. She reached under the bed

and pulled out some rope and shoestrings. I had her sit up and took a

long length of rope and tied her arms behind her back. I took a second

length of rope, tied one end to the rope holding her arms and then started

making figure eights around her chest, going each time between her breasts.

I asked her what the shoestrings were for and she said to tie them tightly

around her nipples, making sure to leave plenty of string to get a grip on

after her nipples began to swell. After doing this, I lowered her back onto

the bed and tied her ankles to the bed posts. Seeing her this helpless on the

bed was driving me wild, so I reached over and gently tugged at the strings

on her nipples. She began to moan and I could wait no longer. I pulled

my shorts down and positioned myself 69 style over her. She latched on to

my cock and began sucking and licking. I began licking her pussy and tugging

at her strings, which made her moan ever more. I didn’t want to cum yet, so

I moved down to her pussy and began to suck her clit, all the while pulling

strings.

With her pussy dripping wet, I stopped and she told me that there was a

double headed dildo in the drawer next to the bed. Getting into the grove,

I told her she had to be a real good girl before I would let her cum. Just

then, Renee walked back into the room and joined us on the bed. She said

Tammy had been bad all day long and needed to be punished. I was glad to

oblige. Renee straddled Tammy’s chest and untied the strings from her

nipples. She took her finger and ran it between the lips of Tammy’s pussy

and began rubbing her own lips and clit. As this went on, she would use

the palm of her other hand to gently graze the swollen nipples before her.

Tammy started to buck and grind under Renee, and she knew it would not take

much more for her to cum. Renee got off of her chest and picked up the dildo.

She gave us a slutty look and started to go down on the monster rubber cock

with her mouth. She turned it around and did the other side, slid it down

her chest between her breasts, and put one end into her pussy. As she pumped

it in and out of her hot box, she pushed the other end into her ass. As her

knees got wobbly, she dropped to the floor in front of me and started to suck

my dick. I reached down and twisted her nipples as she sucked me as she kept

a steady rythym in her pussy and ass with the dildo. Tammy could do nothing

but lie on the bed and watch. Renee pulled the dildo out with a pop and

pulled me to the floor and into her pussy. It didn’t take long until she came

and I was not far behind. As I started to cum, I pulled out of Renee and

quickly put my cock in Tammy’s mouth. She was wild with lust after watching

us screw right in front of her and sucked me off real fast. For this, I slid

dildo into her cunt and asshole. I twisted her nipples and she came shaking

and grinding the dildo into my other hand.

I quickly untied Tammy, and massaged her arms and neck, which led to my dick

starting to springing back to life. She took it in her hands and began to

jack me up and down. We laid down on the bed facing each other as I started

to rub her clit and Renee joined us directly behind Tammy. Tammy slid my now

hard cock into her sweet pussy and Renee slid the end of the dildo into

Tammy’s ass and into her pussy. The feeling of that rubber cock head rubbing

against my head through the thin skin between her pussy and her asshole was

fantastic. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I reached around and fingered Renee

in the ass and just as I did she came. Tammy came again, almost as hard as

before and her clutching pussy muscles were taking me to the edge. Tammy slid

a finger into my asshole and that was all I could take. I pumped her pussy

full as Renee kneaded my balls to get every drop of cum out. I pulled out of

Tammy and when I had slumped off the bed into a chair, Renee pulled the dildo

out of her pussy and reached into the drawer and pulled out another two headed

dildo. Tammy rolled over and got on her hands and knees as Renee slid on end

of one dildo into Tammy’s ass and the end of the other dildo into Tammy’s

pussy. Renee got on her hands and knees and put the ends into her holes and

started to move back and forth. I was getting hard again watching these two

go at it, but man did my balls hurt.

The girls were going at it as hard as they could, shoulders to the bed, one

hand on the clit and one hand going from nipple to nipple. I was now stroking

at a pretty fast pace and could feel my balls burning. As they came, I stood

up and shot two short squirts on their backsides and that was all I could get.

I ended up spending the night with them and visited them a couple more times

before they left, but that I’ll save for a later story.

–

Archive-author: Longshot

Archive-title: Bikedude

It was the summer of 1989 and I was working down at the beach in a

bicycle repair shop. On the other side of the shop was a small office with a

table that was used as a rental shop. Around 5pm, two great looking girls

came in a wanted to rent bikes for the week. I immediately offered to help

and motioned them towards the office. Tammy was 5′6″, looked to be about

125lbs, blond hair, blue eyes and a killer tan. Renee was 5′1″, about 105lbs,

red hair, green eyes and yes, a great tan also. I asked them what kind of

riding they were intending on, and they said since the traffic was so bad,

they just wanted something they could get to the mall and grocery with. I

fixed them up with some touring bikes that had racks to put their purchases

in. They signed the release tickets and I watched as the two firm bodies

rode away.

I figured that was the last I would see of the two beauties until it

was time to bring the bikes back. Fortunately, I was wrong. Just as we

were closing up at 9pm, the phone rang. It was Tammy. She and Renee had

been riding around and must have encountered some glass as they both had

flat tires on the bikes. I got the address of where they were staying,

loaded up the necessary gear and took off. When I got to the apartment, I

could see the bikes sitting on the rims. When I knocked on the door and

didn’t get an answer, I started to work on the flat tires, figuring the

girls were down on the beach. As I continued working, someone snuck up

behind me and put their hands over my eyes. I was then told to stand up

slowly and not to say a word. I was led forward and soon told to sit down.

As I sat down, the hands were removed and I saw that I was in a bedroom.

Tammy was laying beside me in her bathing suit and Renee was the culprit

who had captured me. The girls said they were turned on when they saw me

riding around and had come in to the bike shop only to see me. But Tammy

had figured that if they had a problem with the bikes that I would come out

to see them. They had let the air out of the tires and called hoping to get

me. I told them I was turned on when they first came in and that I jumped

the chance to go on their service call. Renee looked at Tammy and said

“Well, I got him over here, so you do what you want with him first.” and

walked out of the room.

Tammy leaned up and pushed me down onto the bed. I could feel my cock get-

ting harder and harder beneath my cycling shorts. She reached down and

pulled her bikini bottoms off and I saw the lightest blond tufts of hair

around the pink lips of her pussy that I have every laid eyes on. She took

off her top and revealed a perfect pair of 36d’s. Now my cock felt like it

was going to explode. I helped her with my shorts and she began flicking

my nipples with her fingernails. After a few moments of this, my little

nubs were as hard as my cock. As she kept up her actions, I began working

on her nips. She began to moan very softly and spread her legs a little.

She asked if I would tie her breasts up and fuck her. I told her that I

…End of the part1. To be continued..

That was the moment that Joannie clamped her mouth over the

head of my big dick and started sucking REAL hard!!

“You OK?” asked the blonde, giving me a beautiful smile.

I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was getting my hot

meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn’t know what the hell

was going on.

“Yeah,” I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who

wouldn’t be OK?

Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and

it was drenched with saliva. It isn’t easy counting while some-

one is chewing on your dick, and it took me three times before I

got it right.

Joan would run her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf

the staff, ramming it down her throat until I though I would grab

her. I’ve had blow jobs from Joannie before, but today she was at

her best.

Joan’s breathing was getting heavier and louder as she

swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a load

real soon.

“So where’s my money?” asked the teenage blonde.

Just as I passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs

giving me a great view of her pink pussy. She wasn’t wearing any

undergarments.

That did it. With a moan from me, my 9 1/2″ dick started to

shot load after load. Joan felt it, because she began pumping my

shaft harder and sucking on the head like a vacuum cleaner.

Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum-

stained shaft as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that

eager throat as she slurped and sucked every last drop.

The blonde was staring at me real funny , but my attention

was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue flick was

painful.

“Tell your friend I hope it was tasty,” the blonde said

before driving away.

“That was the biggest load you’ve ever shot,” Joan said,

giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my

pants.

We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when

work was finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my

car and ate her pussy until she begged me to shop.

So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in window, you

might know why the teller is smiling.

—

Archive-author: Frank Thomas

Archive-title: Sperm Deposit

I love sex in every way, shape, and form. But what I really

dig best is getting laid or sucked off when there’s a chance of

getting caught or being seen. That’s when my dick is at its

hardest and my load is at its sweetest.

I’m an assistance manager at a local bank and one of our

tellers feels the same way I do. I’ll call her Joan so her

husband doesn’t find out. Joannie is tall and very attractive

with long slim legs and firm pointy breasts.

Last Friday, Joan was servicing the customers at the

drive-in window when she had to go to the ladies’ room. I was the

only other person in the bank so I took her place. An older woman

had just pulled up when I felt a hand slide between my legs and

grab my cock. It stiffened immediately.

“I want to suck you so bad,” she moaned in my ear.

Joan slid my cock around in my pants while I counted out the

old lady’s money. I was getting wetter and hornier by the

minute, and the instant the car drove away, I pushed Joannie to

her knees in front of me. We both fumbled with my zipper, and she

groaned as my steaming hot dick fell out. The shaft was hard as a

rock, and the swollen head was moist with pre-cum.

“I love your cock,” Joan sighed as she wiped the tip all

over her face, leaving white sticky traces.

I watched as she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the

swollen purple head. Her pick tongue flicked in and out of her

hot mouth, sending sparks up and down my spine as she caressed

and teased the rigid flesh.

I jerked my hips forward, trying to get my cock in her warm

mouth, but she pulled away.

“Not yet,” she said. Her hands grasped my balls and began

pulling as her tongue jumped along the swollen shaft. Joannie

kept licking and kissing my dick until I thought I was going to

die.

Suddenly I heard a car horn. Parked in front of the teller

window was a sharp looking blonde, who was not over 18, in a

short skirt.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Audition

Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot? 18th and M? He

said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place. They serve food, too? He said

not to be late, or I’d miss the show. Oh, well. Here it is. Hmmmmmm.

Nice neighborhood. Nice place.

The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was

I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on

stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly

guessing this is my date.

We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess. She looks me

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

“Number 5.” That’s quick! And I’m number 6? My heart starts to pound.

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

“Number 6.” I get on stage and look around. Small audience. As I

unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me

support. Next my skirt. Oh shit. Pantyhose. Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

The cheers are pretty loud for such a small crowd. I love it. My date

has his face within reach. I kiss him, then swing around and, on hands

and knees, shove my ass in his face. He grabs my ass cheeks to hold me.

He sticks his tongue inside my pussy. Ooooooo. I flip over and bring

my knees way back. He leans over and starts licking my clit. And he

sticks a finger deep inside my pussy. The cheering is tremendous.

“Lock the Doors.” I hear someone say.

He stands up and opens his pants. His cock looks beautiful. But I

don’t get to see it for long. He climbs up with me and over me on his

hands and knees. His legs push mine apart. His lips start sucking on

my tits. Then, he kisses me thoroughly on the mouth. I feel his cock

push deep inside me. The crowd is wild. “Go! Go! GO! GO! GO!” They

are shouting, as our hips push and buck and fuck. The music is very

loud in my ears, and I start my orgasm just as the music hits its peak.

I feel his hot cum spurt inside me at the same time. The music stops.

The cheering and foot stomping is deafening.

Somebody — the manager? — comes over and squeezes my tits. And he

says, “You’re hired. How much do you want for three acts like that per

night?”

–

moment. “Betty,” he muttered without much enthusiasm. Marvin
was now really impressed. “And you screw her? Really screw
her? In the pussy?” “Sure I do, right in the middle of her
pussy.” Victor regained his tone of authority. “Yessir,
right in the middle.”

Eddie too was becoming convinced. “What does a
pussy look like?”

“Well, I’ll tell you, but only if you let me and
Marvin beat you off.”

“But I told you already…I DON’T WANT TO BURN IN
HELL!!!” Eddie wailed.

“Don’t be stupid, Eddie. You only go to hell if you
beat yourself off. Not if somebody else beats you off.

[….!??] “Are you sure?”

Victor could see that Eddie wanted very much to
believe him. “I’m positive. In fact you can even beat
somebody else off and it doesn’t count…it’s only when you
beat yourself that you go to hell.” Victor could see Eddie
was weakening. He was pleased with himself. “But first
you’re going to have to show us your penis.”

The bald guy wearing the sunvisor was wheezing
audibly. He weighed 275 pounds easily and could barely hold
himself up in the squat over the scrawny longhaired guy with
the pimples and coke bottle glasses lying flat on his back
between the fatman’s legs in the bathtub. HERE IT COMES…
Kurt Jr. twisted his left tit with one hand while he held
the bottle of Locker Room up to his nostrils with the other.
The shaky camera panned down the fat guy’s back to his
distended shit hole. IT’S COMING OUT… Kurt recapped the
popper and rammed his middle finger back up into his own
hungry poop-chute, just as a brown turd ribbon began
squeezing out the fat man’s rectum, dropping by clumps into
the longhair’s open mouth. Kurt pushed his finger in as far
as it would go up up toward a lump of his own shit. He
clamped down with all his might and then withdrew his finger
to look at the treasure. It was clean. He held it to his
nose and sniffed. DAMN…nothing.

Back on the screen the pimply guy had started rimming
the filthy asshole. The shit was getting smeared everywhere.
One of the guy’s lenses was completely mudded out.

Now THAT is disgusting Kurt thought to himself. He
was irritated with SHIT LOVERS #3. It was exactly like
LOVERS #1 and #2. Why did they always use such ugly nerdy
types in these scat videos? That guy shouldn’t be wearing
his glasses for godsake. It was ludicrous and made the whole
thing a travesty. Why couldn’t there ever be any nice
healthy looking guys with white teeth, flawless tans and
fresh blow-drys like in all the other porn? After all, I’m
hot looking, atheletic, with a nice body, Kurt thought, I’m a
shit lover…why can’t they make these movies with guys like
me. This is so demeaning. It really pisses me off. If only
he had more guts, he reasoned for the thousandth time. He’d
given it so much thought…lead the movement, give public
speeches, be a spokesman and role model, march in the
parades… If only he had more guts. Guts enough to bring
respectability to scat. Educate the public. Go into
politics even. Who knew where it might lead? Kurt Schidink
Jr. the country’s first Brown Hanky Congressman. B.M.
Brothers Unite!!! Keep your chins up high!!! Don’t be
oppressed just because you let people shit on you. Spread
those Cheeks and FLY!!! It made his head spin. Kurt took
another hit as the video shifted to a new duo. Well, not
entirely new. There was that same fatty but this time he was
wearing a black wig..(!) THIS IS REALLY INSULTING…what a
piece of shit this #3 was turning out to be and he’d forked
over $89.95 for it too. Non-refundable.

At 10:03 pm, the exact moment of Kurt Jr.’s
disappointing discovery, downstairs his father had positioned
himself over his mother’s cunt and his tongue was beginning
to search out what they called her little love-snail, his
youngest brother Timmy still on the pot was on the verge of
passing out from pushing out and his other brother Marvin was
untying his pajama bottoms. And two blocks away out on the
icy street the fuel pump of a ‘79 Ford Pinto was giving up
its life, unbeknownst to Larry Henderson, the car’s current
owner coming back from a gay bar through a neighborhood he’d
never been in before. It was incredible coincidence that
when the engine died it died right in front of 677 Rigoletto
Place, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kurt Schidink and their three
fine sons. The coincidence was made greater by the fact that
during the summer of his highschool sophomore year Larry and
Kurt who were classmates and neighbors at the time used to
get together to assfuck and suck each other off. But then
Kurt’s family moved across town and Larry took up with a
different crowd and the rest was history. Kurt and Larry had
not seen each other in 25 years. Larry steered the coasting
Pinto across a slick of ice next to the curb. Shit it was
cold. For the first time that evening he regretted not
wearing more than the jockstrap under his leather chaps. He
got out and threw open the hood. His butt was FREEZING. He
hoped he’d be able to spot what the problem was, only the
problem was that Larry actually only knew zip about cars and
realized that the gesture was more one of macho reflex than
constructive action. Larry could see his breath in the beam
of his flashlight. It was dark except for some yellowish
light coming from behind the upstairs shaded window of 677.
Behind those shades Grace was moaning herself through
multiple orgasms under her husband’s increasingly clumsy
ministrations and manipulations.

Kurt didn’t know what had taken over him. He felt
great. Out of control, but great. And then Grace crested her
biggest wave and one knee kicked out in one of the many
reflex actions her coming was prone to and landed square in
the center of her hubby’s swollen tight-as-a-drum
fluid-filled paunch. OOOOoofff. [pop] The stopper blew out
of Kurt’s greasy red hole, which opened up like a fireman’s
hose and sent quarts of brownish fleck-laden water flying
across the bedroom spraying all over the mirrors and
glasstopped vanity. What was happening? Kurt didn’t really
know. He looked between his legs and caught the reflection
of his hydrant butt at full power. Oddly, he felt removed
from it all…no big deal… time stood still…he was just
floating in a blissful out of body experience… In what may
have only been seconds later he found himself sitting on the
Port-a-Potty squirting out a few remaining ounces, while
Grace, ever the vigilant homemaker, good-naturedly surveyed
the damage.

Larry Henderson knew he had only two choices, both
fairly humiliating: ask these folks to call AAA or find a bus
stop and hope that public transportation was were still
running at this hour. He might have opted for the later
option, however the risk of frostbitten buns made him decide
to head for the front stoop of 677. I sure hope these folks
are home, he thought to himself as he prepared to ring the
bell.- - - - - - - - - - - - - [TO BE CONTINUED…]

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“Oh you big clown! Quit fooling around.”

“What’re you talking about, Hon?”

“You stuck it in the wrong hole,” Grace giggled.

Kurt rolled over and took his reading glasses off the
nightstand. Sure enough. He couldn’t believe it. There was
that nozzle protruding from the back end of Grace’s slippery
brown vulva, a full inch south the proper slot. Kurt was
astounded, he’d never made that slip before. “Sorry, dear.
I guess I just wasn’t looking where I was going.’ He pulled
the plastic stem out and reinserted it into her pulsing
asshole. “How’s that?” “Bullseye,” she crooned and
indicated for him to start the flow. Kurt reached for the
tubing and released the clamp. A minute passed, he was
feeling lightheaded but good. “Kurty, I’m not feeling
anything can you adjust the nozzle or something…” Oh Shit!
Kurt suddenly realized that his own gut was about to burst
and that the black enema bag was half empty. He’d released
the wrong clamp(!) By the time he got his line cut off and
hers started, he felt like he was going to explode. Grace
knew intuitively what he was feeling and she began jerking
her husband’s foreskin back and forth over the swollen
dickhead, again diverting his attention from the temporary
cramps which had sent his entire abdomen into spasms. “Oh
yeah, that’s it, Hon, keep pumping.” He took deep breaths
bouncing back and forth between agony and ecstasy. Then it
was her turn for a spasm.

“Aaaaennh….oooooh…Kurt…clamp me off I’m filling
too fast.” This time he managed to get it right despite his
growing lightheaded but happy loss of coordination.

They lay there resting for a while. Finally she
said: “Think you can take a little more, Kurty?” “I guess
so, as long as you keep jocking me off.” “You really like
how I jock you off, don’t you darling?” “You bet I do. Why
you’re just about the best jocker-offer I’ve ever had.” “Is
that a fact???” her tone went testy. “Oh not what you think,
Hon. I meant before we got married…you know, with the
other boys in the locker room–just messing around.” “I
see…Well, then I forgive you…Boys will be boys.” Kurt
decided to change the subject. “Lets 69. Okay? We haven’t
done that in a long while.” “With the hoses in?” she asked
incredulously, this wasn’t like her conservative hubby at
all. “Sure. Besides, it’s about time we add to our bag of
tricks.” He was feeling adventurous. “Whatever you say, you
big lug.” She was very pleased as she watched the father of
her three sons get up on all fours and back up over her with
that thick black rubber tube snaking out of his ass toward
the plant hangers on the ceiling.

Little angry ten-year old Tommy still sat on the
downstairs john grunting, pushing and straining his
stopped-up asshole. Maybe if he frigged himself it wouldn’t
ache so much. He’d watched Marvin do it with Victor and it
made them real blissful. He took his tiny weener in his fist
and began jerking it around. But it didn’t seem to want to
get any bigger the way Victor’s did.

Meanwhile Victor was in the process of demonstrating
the art of masturbation to a new initiate. He and Marvin had
done it to themselves, to each other, even once in front of
Timmy. But Eddie had never done it, despite now being a
good two weeks over 13 and already showing traces of a
mouse-colored mustache. That’s what this whole slumber
party was all about. It was Victor’s idea actually, but he’d
made Marvin promise not to tell Eddie anything about it ahead
of time. The three boys were sitting on top of the bed in
their pajamas and Victor had hauled the rubber dildo back out
from under the bed.

“What’s it used for, Victor?” Eddie asked.

“A dildo-dick? Why, it’s kind of a teaching device.”

“A teaching device? I don’t get it.”

“You will. Marvin and I’ll show you.” Victor passed
the footlong rubber erection to the 12 year old Schidink boy.
“Show Eddie how you beat off, Marvin.”

“My dad says you’ll go to hell if you beat off.”
Eddie stated with no little concern.

“Your dad’s full of crap.” countered the older boy.

“He is not. He’s a Born-again and Born-agains never
lie!”

“He is too. Beating off feels so good–it’s the
best, there’s nothing in the whole world that feels near as
good. Not even screwing your girlfriend.”

Marvin, who was about to show how you beat off a
dildo-dick, looked up in astonishment. “You have a
girlfriend?” “Of course I do.” “Oh yeah,” interjected
Eddie, “prove it–what’s her name?” Victor thought for a
…End of the part3. To be continued..