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explicit stories, do not enter this site, as I do not wish to offend your
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representing that you are at least 18 years old and do so of your own free
will and are not offended in any way by sexually explicit stories. The
stories are fictional and any resemblance to actual people or other
entities is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
anything goes, Gold Club.
THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin
CHAPTER 10 BOYS WILL BE BOYS (mb, inc, oral, MMM, oral, anal)
When he was young, both his mom and dad worked full time to make ends
meet. During summer break from school, Bob would visit his grandparents
and various aunts and uncles, all of whom lived near each other, in the
next state. He would stay at one house for a week, then move to another
for a week, visiting his cousins and relatives. He would visit each house
at least twice during the summer, from when school was out until school was
about to begin again.
Aunt Tara was his mother's sister and she had one son, Terry. Bob was a
pain the ass for Terry, as Bob was much younger and he always wanted to
hang around Terry and his friends.
When Bob was eight, Terry was fifteen. Bob shared Terry's bed. On the
second night of Bob's stay that summer, Terry waited until he was sure Bob
was asleep and then he masturbated.
"Wha'cha doing, Terry?"
"Shut up pipsqueak! Don't you tell anyone about this!"
"I won't tell if you let me go with you tomorrow to the video arcade."
"No, you won't tell because I'll beat the shit out you!"
"Ah, come on, Terry. Let me go with you. I'll do anything you ask?"
"Anything?"
"Yeah, anything."
"Okay, touch my dick!"
Bob reached over and took Terry's dick in his hand. It was huge
compared to his small pecker.
"Can I now go with you tomorrow?"
"No, you got to suck it."
"Suck it?"
"Yeah, suck it for fifteen minutes and then you can go with me
tomorrow."
Bob scooted under the covers and sucked on his cousin's dick. Terry
couldn't believe it. His faggot little cousin was giving him a blowjob!
Bob pulled off after less than a minute.
"No pipsqueak, fifteen minutes. Now you'll have to start all over.
Look it's 11:35, suck me until 11:50."
Bob began again, sucking on Terry's dick. After five minutes Terry came
in Bob's mouth. Bob pulled off, his mouth full of cum. He didn't know
what it was or what to do next. It didn't taste bad, so he swallowed.
"You peed in my mouth!"
"No I didn't. That was cream from my nuts."
"Cream?"
"Yeah, cream. It shoots out your dick when you jack off."
"Jack off?"
"Yeah, that's what I was doing when you woke up. It feels real good
when you come. Feels even better if someone sucks you off like you did".
"Can I jack off?"
"Sure, I guess. But you won't shoot out any cream. You're not old
enough. See all the hair around my dick. When you grow hair there, you'll
be old enough to shoot off."
"Okay. Can I go with you tomorrow?"
"You didn't suck me for fifteen minutes. Now you'll have to start all
over. Let's see, it's now 11:45, suck me until midnight."
Bob went down again and took his cousin's soft dick in his mouth. After
three or four minutes of effort, the dick grew hard in his mouth. He
sucked and sucked to 11:58, when Terry came again. He swallowed the cream
and kept on sucking until midnight.
Next day, Terry kept his word. It was too dangerous to back out. The
little fag might squeal.
That night Bob asked Terry, "Can I have some more of your cream?"
"Sure. Help yourself fag." Terry pulled his shorts down and off.
Bob sucked him until he was awarded with a taste of cream from Terry's
nuts. From then on, Bob sucked Terry once and sometimes twice a night,
milking him of his cream. Terry never once touched Bob's dick in any way.
Terry told his friends what Bob did to him at night. Pretty soon, for a
dollar, Terry would take Bob and a friend or two out to the shed, and while
Terry stood guard, Bob would suck off Terry's friends until they came.
What a deal! He quickly made twelve bucks that first week off his little
cousin. He was truly sorry to see him go, but he was back in business
again in a month when Bob returned for his second week. Terry's friends
saved their cash, and that week Terry made over forty dollars.
Bob knew what he was doing was dirty, but he liked the taste of cum.
But, like eating too much candy, the taste of cum became old and not very
appealing after some fifty blowjobs in a week.
A few boys pulled down Bob's pants after he'd suck them off and gave Bob
a blowjob in return. Bob obediently told Terry who these boys were. Terry
blackmailed them, threatening to tell their friends that they went down on
Bob. Fear of exposure was a mighty weapon and the price Terry extracted
was at first simple and painless to all involved. These boys were to come
to Terry on a regular basis, once or twice a week, and suck him off. Soon
Terry was sodomizing them, and then prostituting them.
Terry started arranging blowjobs for high school boys, splitting the
take with his boy whores. Rumors spread, and it became known in certain
circles that if you wanted a blowjob from a young boy to call Terry. Terry
wouldn't do it, but he knew someone who would. Terry quickly learned what
some men would pay for sex with a thirteen year old. The most lucrative
deals were the campouts. His boys would backpack into the woods of Mr.
Berry's farm for a campout, there they would rendezvous with several men,
who for $100 each, stayed with the boys overnight in Mr. Berry's hayloft.
The whole thing blew up late in the spring when one of his boys had to
be hospitalized after being repeatedly sodomized from Friday evening to
Sunday afternoon. At the last minute, two of his boys couldn't go, and the
six angry men took it out on the lone boy. The boy talked to the
authorities. Several prominent men of the community were arrested,
teachers, a barber, a mechanic, several salesmen and Mr. Berry. The men
responsible for injuring the boy were not locals and were long gone and
were never found. Terry was arrested shortly thereafter for prostituting a
minor. He was convicted and sent to a juvenile facility until his
eighteenth birthday.
Bob never saw his cousin again. His mother and dad were worried, and
asked him if Terry ever touched him. Bob honestly answered that Terry
never touched him. He knew better than to reveal the whole truth.
He soon forgot all about dick sucking and eating cum and had a fairly
normal childhood. He became sexually active again on reaching puberty and
concentrated on screwing as many girls as he could. He kept score with his
buddies on who he and they screwed. By the time he was fifteen he and his
buddies had a stable of high school sluts, willing to do anything. His
sexual appetite became insatiable.
Bob, Harry and John opened the Fuck Palace in the late spring of their
freshman year at State U. Even though they were required to stay in the
football dorm and observe curfew, the bribe of free pussy once a week to
the team manager insured that they were always listed as present. Their
fellow players didn't reveal the truth either, as they all received
invitations to come over and fuck sluts and were not about to ruin a good
thing. They never really got caught until after the Bowl game in their
senior year when it no longer mattered to anyone.
Bob had started slurping his own cum from pussy in high school and led
the way at the Fuck Palace. John and Harry were grossed out at first, but
once they tried it they loved the flavor. Soon they were slurping each
other's cum from pussy. They were a raunchy trio, and their friends
accepted the fact of their practice as gross, but normal.
In the fall of their sophomore year, State U played its archrival,
Pennington State at Pennington on Thanksgiving Day. State U won and the
team returned to State U on Friday. The campus was deserted for the
holidays and no sluts were available. Harry and John's folks lived several
hundred miles from campus in the next state and they decided to stay at
State U. Bob's folks lived less than two hundred miles away. Bob decided
to drive home and see his folks and maybe find some local pussy. He took
the beat up wreck he shared with John and Harry and headed home in a light
snow. He got sixty miles before the junker developed a problem. It still
ran, but just barely. He chose the prudent course and turned around,
returning to State U at twenty miles per hour. By the time he returned, it
was dark and snowing heavily. A fullblown winter storm had developed.
He walked in and caught John and Harry in a 69, sucking each other off
on the gym mat, in the middle of the living room. John and Harry jumped
up, embarrassed and making weak excuses. At the sudden realization that a
fantasy had come true, Bob's dick shot up erect immediately, getting
tangled in his drawers. He had to struggle to untangle his stiff rod.
"Hey it's okay guys, I understand. I've got two bona fide cocksuckers
for roomies and it looks like we're going to be snowed in for the weekend.
What's a guy like me to do? There are no sluts around to fuck, so it looks
like you two fags are my only game in town." He walked over to his two
friends still wild eyed in panic. He grabbed their wet dicks, one in each
hand and gently squeezed. "I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend with
you two, milking your balls dry".
A grin broke out on John and Harry's faces. Harry snarled, "Just as I
thought, you're a true slut."
"You've always been so perceptive, Harry, though sometimes you're a
little slow on the uptake. Ennie, minne, miney, mo, whose cock am I going
to blow? My slut mama tells me this one is it!" Bob ended the ditty
squeezing John's dick. "Well John, looks like you're my first cow to
milk."
"On your knees faggot so I can fuck you in the mouth!" teased John.
"Wait a minute, penis breath! In this house you have to strip your slut
before you fuck'em," declared Bob.
"The boy has a point, " added Harry.
Bob stood still while his two best friends stripped him completely nude.
"Are you a Fuck Palace slut?"
"You bet I am!"
"Then down on your knees slut!"
Bob slowly sank to his knees in front of John.
"Alright pussy mouth, suck my dick!"
Bob ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of John's dick, from
just below the head, down to the base and along his balls, then back up.
He licked in a continuous stroke, up and down the dick, and eventually
covered the entire penis twice, all except the glans. Now he circled the
glans working closer and closer to the tip. He nibbled up and down the
shaft like it was an ear of corn. He mouthed the glans working it over
with his tongue and nibbled the underside just below the head. Slowly he
took in the entire shaft, burying it deep in his throat, and then slowly
withdrew careful not to scrape the sensitive skin with his teeth. He
fucked John's dick with his mouth, giving him the best blowjob of his life.
Precum flowed from John's dick, giving Bob a taste of things to come.
John signaled him he was about to come and Bob pulled off, letting John's
dick cool a bit. Bob began again, masterfully sucking cock. John signaled
him again that he was about to come and Bob pulled off. John now directed
Bob's efforts, coming ever closer to the point of no return, then backing
off. Precum continued to flow. John was grunting and groaning, squeezing
his dick at the base of the head, choking off the climax, fighting off the
orgasm. To the brink and back, to the brink and back, his dick screamed
for release and he cried out loud. Harry watched in envy as the two men
played John's dick to the absolute maximum. With John so close to climax,
Bob had been just mouthing the glans for sometime, savoring the precum,
ready to catch all the fresh jisim in his mouth so that he could relish the
pungent flavor and texture of John's semen. John couldn't stand it any
longer, and he surrendered to pure pleasure, exploding into Bob's mouth.
Load after load of the salty spunk filled Bob's wanton mouth. He savored
and swallowed John's delicious seed. He continued working on the dick,
milking every last drop of cum from the throbbing member. John's dick
finally softened and he staggered back, forcefully pulling his dick from
Bob's unyielding mouth with a loud "pop!" John sank to floor, spent.
Memories of the last weeks spent with his cousin Terry, flashed by, of
the cum squirting into his mouth when he was a very young boy. That was
long ago and this is now. Bob savored the lewdness of the moment. He
relished the smashing of the taboo and knew he was ready to shatter all
other taboos. For months he had been living with John and Harry. It
seemed that he had seen them naked more often than clothed during the past
few months. He was physically attracted to their muscular male bodies.
They had watched each other have sex countless times with many girls, yet
they had always maintained an air of asexuality between themselves, never
looking too long at one another, certainly never touching each other
erotically. A sea change had occurred. From now on they would not regard
each other just as best friends, but as sex objects, to be used like any
other slut for their own gratification. John and Harry were going to be
his boy sluts, and he was theirs.
Like a hundreds of times before, as soon as John was finished, Harry
took his place. He placed the head of his erect dick to Bob's lips. Like
a greedy dog, Bob accepted the treat and gave Harry the same treatment he
had given John.
"Mother fuck!!!! You give great blowjobs, Bob! Have you been holding
out on me, Bobby boy? Well no more of that you fag slut, from now on you
gotta suck me at least three times a day."
Still kneeling, Bob made love to Harry's cock, as he would to a sweet
pussy. Harry hurled his verbal abuse. John went into the back and shortly
returned. As Bob nibbled and licked dick, he felt a strong hand stroking
his virgin asshole. John massaged and then slowly worked his middle finger
up Bob's rectum, stretching and loosening Bob's tight sphincter, just as
Bob had taught him to prepare sluts. Bob found it hard to concentrate on
Harry, as the lewdness of John's probing finger was wonderfully
distracting. John keep lubricating and probing Bob's ass until Harry
finally came, squirting his seed into Bob's voracious mouth. As soon as
Harry pulled out of his mouth, Bob put his face to the mat and John put the
vibrator to his anus. The feeling was electric, becoming more so as John
inserted the vibrator about an inch into his ass. No wonder the sluts
liked ass fucking so much. For five minutes, John reamed Bob's ass with
the vibrator, twisting his wrist in circles, pushing it in and out. The
vibrator did its work, relaxing the ass muscles surrounding his anus.
Harry took over operation of the vibrator and John walked around and lifted
Bob's head to his soft dick.
"If you want me to fuck your ass, you have to suck me hard, Bob."
Bob swallowed his dick and in about a minute had it hard and ready. As
John removed his erect penis, Bob placed his head back onto the mat. The
vibrator stopped and was removed. John placed his glans to Bob relaxed
anus.
"Are you a virgin, Bob?"
Bob nodded 'yes'.
"Not any more!" John pushed his dick against Bob's willing anus
expecting some resistance, but Bob's thoroughly relaxed sphincter dilated,
allowing John's welllubricated dick head to slide almost effortlessly in.
Bob moaned out loud. John paused for a minute allowing Bob's sphincter to
completely adjust to John's big dick. John went slow, working with short
strokes, driving deeper and deeper until his dick was buried to the hilt in
Bob's rectum, then slowly withdrawing while continuing the shortstroke
thrusts, then driving deep again. John fucked him like this for nearly ten
minutes, and then pulled out completely, making way for Harry.
Harry slowly, but continuously drove in deep and began slowly thrusting
with long strokes, slowly fucking Bob deep for several minutes before
withdrawing and being replaced by John. Now for the next several minutes,
John fucked with a pattern of five or six slow shallow strokes just inside
Bob's ass, followed by a slow deep stroke. Bob's ass was very relaxed now,
and when Harry resumed, he directly drove in deep and then completely
withdrew. Harry paused for a moment and directly drove in deep and then
completely withdrew again. Every five seconds for five minutes Harry
drilled Bob's butt. Bob's ass was now completely ready, and when John took
over he began fucking hard and deep. For the next fifteen minutes, John
and Harry alternated every one to two minutes fucking Bob as hard as they
could.
For Bob, it was an otherworld experience. Expert ass fuckers, trained
by him in the techniques that he first learned in high school, they now
sodomized his once virgin ass. The techniques guaranteed that the ass
fucking would not be painful or cause injury. Guaranteeing a most
pleasurable experience. Unlike the buttvirgin girls he skewered, he knew
the importance of completely relaxing his ass muscles, of deliberately
attempting to dilate his anus. There was only minor pain when John first
penetrated his ass. His sphincter was allowed to adjust before the fucking
began, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor.
As John and Harry pounded away, stimulating his prostate, Bob felt the
orgasm building and building. He couldn't stop the stimulation, but he
used every trick he knew to delay the inevitable, contracting his
pubococcygeus muscle, as if he were shutting off the flow of urine, and
squeezing his dick with thumb and forefingers just below the head. When he
knew he could no longer delay the orgasm, he pressed as hard as he could
between his anus and scrotum, attempting to shut off ejaculation when the
orgasm hit. The orgasm hit him hard like an avalanche. His grunts and
gasps turned into an animalistic cry. He jerked so hard he tore away from
Harry's punishing dick, crumpling to the floor, struggling to maintain the
pressure required to stop his ejaculation during his intense orgasm. It
was an ancient Taoist technique and it worked.
John and Harry watched him twitching on the floor, crying out in
ecstasy, his hard dick jerking around, trying to spew the semen that was
blocked. They were amazed at the intensity of his orgasm, but even more
amazed that he didn't ejaculate.
"Shit! Will you look at that?"
"How's he doing that?"
Bob had tried the Taoist trick before, but was never successful until
now. As he recovered, he too was amazed that his cum wasn't spewed across
the floor and all over himself. Over the next two days, he would perfect
the technique, allowing for multiple orgasms, holding back ejaculation
until he was ready to let it rip, maximizing his and his partner's
pleasure. Within a week, John and Harry mastered the technique, and the
staying power of the Fuck Palace studs became legendary.
Harry went to his chest of belongings and removed a gold ankle bracelet
from a stash he acquired the previous summer at the liquidation sale of a
bankrupt jeweler. They had placed the chains on three willing girls so
far, Sally, her sorority sister Roxanne, and Tina. The chains symbolized
that the women were bound to the Fuck Palace and were openly willing to do
absolutely anything sexual. Harry placed the chain on Bob's right ankle.
"Wear this as an open acknowledgement that from now on you are our slut,
and we will do with you as we please. When you look at this bracelet,
think of the fucking you just received."
Later that night, Harry and John earned their bracelets.
When the regular braceletwearing sluts returned to campus Sunday
evening eager for a fuck, the significance of Bob, Harry and John now
sporting slut bracelets was not lost on them. Sally observed to the other
sluts that it appeared the studs spent the weekend snowed in, sucking dick
and getting ass fucked. The studs treated the girls to short, allboy show
before turning their attentions towards their favorite sluts for the rest
of the night.
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of sexual activities, and not suitable for minors or prudes. If you are
under 18 year of age, do not enter this site as it is illegal for you to do
so and you are not welcome here. Also if you are offended by sexually
explicit stories, do not enter this site, as I do not wish to offend your
sensibilities. Having said that, by entering this site you are
representing that you are at least 18 years old and do so of your own free
will and are not offended in any way by sexually explicit stories. The
stories are fictional and any resemblance to actual people or other
entities is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
anything goes, Gold Club.
THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin
CHAPTER 10 BOYS WILL BE BOYS (mb, inc, oral, MMM, oral, anal)
When he was young, both his mom and dad worked full time to make ends
meet. During summer break from school, Bob would visit his grandparents
and various aunts and uncles, all of whom lived near each other, in the
next state. He would stay at one house for a week, then move to another
for a week, visiting his cousins and relatives. He would visit each house
at least twice during the summer, from when school was out until school was
about to begin again.
Aunt Tara was his mother's sister and she had one son, Terry. Bob was a
pain the ass for Terry, as Bob was much younger and he always wanted to
hang around Terry and his friends.
When Bob was eight, Terry was fifteen. Bob shared Terry's bed. On the
second night of Bob's stay that summer, Terry waited until he was sure Bob
was asleep and then he masturbated.
"Wha'cha doing, Terry?"
"Shut up pipsqueak! Don't you tell anyone about this!"
"I won't tell if you let me go with you tomorrow to the video arcade."
"No, you won't tell because I'll beat the shit out you!"
"Ah, come on, Terry. Let me go with you. I'll do anything you ask?"
"Anything?"
"Yeah, anything."
"Okay, touch my dick!"
Bob reached over and took Terry's dick in his hand. It was huge
compared to his small pecker.
"Can I now go with you tomorrow?"
"No, you got to suck it."
"Suck it?"
"Yeah, suck it for fifteen minutes and then you can go with me
tomorrow."
Bob scooted under the covers and sucked on his cousin's dick. Terry
couldn't believe it. His faggot little cousin was giving him a blowjob!
Bob pulled off after less than a minute.
"No pipsqueak, fifteen minutes. Now you'll have to start all over.
Look it's 11:35, suck me until 11:50."
Bob began again, sucking on Terry's dick. After five minutes Terry came
in Bob's mouth. Bob pulled off, his mouth full of cum. He didn't know
what it was or what to do next. It didn't taste bad, so he swallowed.
"You peed in my mouth!"
"No I didn't. That was cream from my nuts."
"Cream?"
"Yeah, cream. It shoots out your dick when you jack off."
"Jack off?"
"Yeah, that's what I was doing when you woke up. It feels real good
when you come. Feels even better if someone sucks you off like you did".
"Can I jack off?"
"Sure, I guess. But you won't shoot out any cream. You're not old
enough. See all the hair around my dick. When you grow hair there, you'll
be old enough to shoot off."
"Okay. Can I go with you tomorrow?"
"You didn't suck me for fifteen minutes. Now you'll have to start all
over. Let's see, it's now 11:45, suck me until midnight."
Bob went down again and took his cousin's soft dick in his mouth. After
three or four minutes of effort, the dick grew hard in his mouth. He
sucked and sucked to 11:58, when Terry came again. He swallowed the cream
and kept on sucking until midnight.
Next day, Terry kept his word. It was too dangerous to back out. The
little fag might squeal.
That night Bob asked Terry, "Can I have some more of your cream?"
"Sure. Help yourself fag." Terry pulled his shorts down and off.
Bob sucked him until he was awarded with a taste of cream from Terry's
nuts. From then on, Bob sucked Terry once and sometimes twice a night,
milking him of his cream. Terry never once touched Bob's dick in any way.
Terry told his friends what Bob did to him at night. Pretty soon, for a
dollar, Terry would take Bob and a friend or two out to the shed, and while
Terry stood guard, Bob would suck off Terry's friends until they came.
What a deal! He quickly made twelve bucks that first week off his little
cousin. He was truly sorry to see him go, but he was back in business
again in a month when Bob returned for his second week. Terry's friends
saved their cash, and that week Terry made over forty dollars.
Bob knew what he was doing was dirty, but he liked the taste of cum.
But, like eating too much candy, the taste of cum became old and not very
appealing after some fifty blowjobs in a week.
A few boys pulled down Bob's pants after he'd suck them off and gave Bob
a blowjob in return. Bob obediently told Terry who these boys were. Terry
blackmailed them, threatening to tell their friends that they went down on
Bob. Fear of exposure was a mighty weapon and the price Terry extracted
was at first simple and painless to all involved. These boys were to come
to Terry on a regular basis, once or twice a week, and suck him off. Soon
Terry was sodomizing them, and then prostituting them.
Terry started arranging blowjobs for high school boys, splitting the
take with his boy whores. Rumors spread, and it became known in certain
circles that if you wanted a blowjob from a young boy to call Terry. Terry
wouldn't do it, but he knew someone who would. Terry quickly learned what
some men would pay for sex with a thirteen year old. The most lucrative
deals were the campouts. His boys would backpack into the woods of Mr.
Berry's farm for a campout, there they would rendezvous with several men,
who for $100 each, stayed with the boys overnight in Mr. Berry's hayloft.
The whole thing blew up late in the spring when one of his boys had to
be hospitalized after being repeatedly sodomized from Friday evening to
Sunday afternoon. At the last minute, two of his boys couldn't go, and the
six angry men took it out on the lone boy. The boy talked to the
authorities. Several prominent men of the community were arrested,
teachers, a barber, a mechanic, several salesmen and Mr. Berry. The men
responsible for injuring the boy were not locals and were long gone and
were never found. Terry was arrested shortly thereafter for prostituting a
minor. He was convicted and sent to a juvenile facility until his
eighteenth birthday.
Bob never saw his cousin again. His mother and dad were worried, and
asked him if Terry ever touched him. Bob honestly answered that Terry
never touched him. He knew better than to reveal the whole truth.
He soon forgot all about dick sucking and eating cum and had a fairly
normal childhood. He became sexually active again on reaching puberty and
concentrated on screwing as many girls as he could. He kept score with his
buddies on who he and they screwed. By the time he was fifteen he and his
buddies had a stable of high school sluts, willing to do anything. His
sexual appetite became insatiable.
Bob, Harry and John opened the Fuck Palace in the late spring of their
freshman year at State U. Even though they were required to stay in the
football dorm and observe curfew, the bribe of free pussy once a week to
the team manager insured that they were always listed as present. Their
fellow players didn't reveal the truth either, as they all received
invitations to come over and fuck sluts and were not about to ruin a good
thing. They never really got caught until after the Bowl game in their
senior year when it no longer mattered to anyone.
Bob had started slurping his own cum from pussy in high school and led
the way at the Fuck Palace. John and Harry were grossed out at first, but
once they tried it they loved the flavor. Soon they were slurping each
other's cum from pussy. They were a raunchy trio, and their friends
accepted the fact of their practice as gross, but normal.
In the fall of their sophomore year, State U played its archrival,
Pennington State at Pennington on Thanksgiving Day. State U won and the
team returned to State U on Friday. The campus was deserted for the
holidays and no sluts were available. Harry and John's folks lived several
hundred miles from campus in the next state and they decided to stay at
State U. Bob's folks lived less than two hundred miles away. Bob decided
to drive home and see his folks and maybe find some local pussy. He took
the beat up wreck he shared with John and Harry and headed home in a light
snow. He got sixty miles before the junker developed a problem. It still
ran, but just barely. He chose the prudent course and turned around,
returning to State U at twenty miles per hour. By the time he returned, it
was dark and snowing heavily. A fullblown winter storm had developed.
He walked in and caught John and Harry in a 69, sucking each other off
on the gym mat, in the middle of the living room. John and Harry jumped
up, embarrassed and making weak excuses. At the sudden realization that a
fantasy had come true, Bob's dick shot up erect immediately, getting
tangled in his drawers. He had to struggle to untangle his stiff rod.
"Hey it's okay guys, I understand. I've got two bona fide cocksuckers
for roomies and it looks like we're going to be snowed in for the weekend.
What's a guy like me to do? There are no sluts around to fuck, so it looks
like you two fags are my only game in town." He walked over to his two
friends still wild eyed in panic. He grabbed their wet dicks, one in each
hand and gently squeezed. "I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend with
you two, milking your balls dry".
A grin broke out on John and Harry's faces. Harry snarled, "Just as I
thought, you're a true slut."
"You've always been so perceptive, Harry, though sometimes you're a
little slow on the uptake. Ennie, minne, miney, mo, whose cock am I going
to blow? My slut mama tells me this one is it!" Bob ended the ditty
squeezing John's dick. "Well John, looks like you're my first cow to
milk."
"On your knees faggot so I can fuck you in the mouth!" teased John.
"Wait a minute, penis breath! In this house you have to strip your slut
before you fuck'em," declared Bob.
"The boy has a point, " added Harry.
Bob stood still while his two best friends stripped him completely nude.
"Are you a Fuck Palace slut?"
"You bet I am!"
"Then down on your knees slut!"
Bob slowly sank to his knees in front of John.
"Alright pussy mouth, suck my dick!"
Bob ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of John's dick, from
just below the head, down to the base and along his balls, then back up.
He licked in a continuous stroke, up and down the dick, and eventually
covered the entire penis twice, all except the glans. Now he circled the
glans working closer and closer to the tip. He nibbled up and down the
shaft like it was an ear of corn. He mouthed the glans working it over
with his tongue and nibbled the underside just below the head. Slowly he
took in the entire shaft, burying it deep in his throat, and then slowly
withdrew careful not to scrape the sensitive skin with his teeth. He
fucked John's dick with his mouth, giving him the best blowjob of his life.
Precum flowed from John's dick, giving Bob a taste of things to come.
John signaled him he was about to come and Bob pulled off, letting John's
dick cool a bit. Bob began again, masterfully sucking cock. John signaled
him again that he was about to come and Bob pulled off. John now directed
Bob's efforts, coming ever closer to the point of no return, then backing
off. Precum continued to flow. John was grunting and groaning, squeezing
his dick at the base of the head, choking off the climax, fighting off the
orgasm. To the brink and back, to the brink and back, his dick screamed
for release and he cried out loud. Harry watched in envy as the two men
played John's dick to the absolute maximum. With John so close to climax,
Bob had been just mouthing the glans for sometime, savoring the precum,
ready to catch all the fresh jisim in his mouth so that he could relish the
pungent flavor and texture of John's semen. John couldn't stand it any
longer, and he surrendered to pure pleasure, exploding into Bob's mouth.
Load after load of the salty spunk filled Bob's wanton mouth. He savored
and swallowed John's delicious seed. He continued working on the dick,
milking every last drop of cum from the throbbing member. John's dick
finally softened and he staggered back, forcefully pulling his dick from
Bob's unyielding mouth with a loud "pop!" John sank to floor, spent.
Memories of the last weeks spent with his cousin Terry, flashed by, of
the cum squirting into his mouth when he was a very young boy. That was
long ago and this is now. Bob savored the lewdness of the moment. He
relished the smashing of the taboo and knew he was ready to shatter all
other taboos. For months he had been living with John and Harry. It
seemed that he had seen them naked more often than clothed during the past
few months. He was physically attracted to their muscular male bodies.
They had watched each other have sex countless times with many girls, yet
they had always maintained an air of asexuality between themselves, never
looking too long at one another, certainly never touching each other
erotically. A sea change had occurred. From now on they would not regard
each other just as best friends, but as sex objects, to be used like any
other slut for their own gratification. John and Harry were going to be
his boy sluts, and he was theirs.
Like a hundreds of times before, as soon as John was finished, Harry
took his place. He placed the head of his erect dick to Bob's lips. Like
a greedy dog, Bob accepted the treat and gave Harry the same treatment he
had given John.
"Mother fuck!!!! You give great blowjobs, Bob! Have you been holding
out on me, Bobby boy? Well no more of that you fag slut, from now on you
gotta suck me at least three times a day."
Still kneeling, Bob made love to Harry's cock, as he would to a sweet
pussy. Harry hurled his verbal abuse. John went into the back and shortly
returned. As Bob nibbled and licked dick, he felt a strong hand stroking
his virgin asshole. John massaged and then slowly worked his middle finger
up Bob's rectum, stretching and loosening Bob's tight sphincter, just as
Bob had taught him to prepare sluts. Bob found it hard to concentrate on
Harry, as the lewdness of John's probing finger was wonderfully
distracting. John keep lubricating and probing Bob's ass until Harry
finally came, squirting his seed into Bob's voracious mouth. As soon as
Harry pulled out of his mouth, Bob put his face to the mat and John put the
vibrator to his anus. The feeling was electric, becoming more so as John
inserted the vibrator about an inch into his ass. No wonder the sluts
liked ass fucking so much. For five minutes, John reamed Bob's ass with
the vibrator, twisting his wrist in circles, pushing it in and out. The
vibrator did its work, relaxing the ass muscles surrounding his anus.
Harry took over operation of the vibrator and John walked around and lifted
Bob's head to his soft dick.
"If you want me to fuck your ass, you have to suck me hard, Bob."
Bob swallowed his dick and in about a minute had it hard and ready. As
John removed his erect penis, Bob placed his head back onto the mat. The
vibrator stopped and was removed. John placed his glans to Bob relaxed
anus.
"Are you a virgin, Bob?"
Bob nodded 'yes'.
"Not any more!" John pushed his dick against Bob's willing anus
expecting some resistance, but Bob's thoroughly relaxed sphincter dilated,
allowing John's welllubricated dick head to slide almost effortlessly in.
Bob moaned out loud. John paused for a minute allowing Bob's sphincter to
completely adjust to John's big dick. John went slow, working with short
strokes, driving deeper and deeper until his dick was buried to the hilt in
Bob's rectum, then slowly withdrawing while continuing the shortstroke
thrusts, then driving deep again. John fucked him like this for nearly ten
minutes, and then pulled out completely, making way for Harry.
Harry slowly, but continuously drove in deep and began slowly thrusting
with long strokes, slowly fucking Bob deep for several minutes before
withdrawing and being replaced by John. Now for the next several minutes,
John fucked with a pattern of five or six slow shallow strokes just inside
Bob's ass, followed by a slow deep stroke. Bob's ass was very relaxed now,
and when Harry resumed, he directly drove in deep and then completely
withdrew. Harry paused for a moment and directly drove in deep and then
completely withdrew again. Every five seconds for five minutes Harry
drilled Bob's butt. Bob's ass was now completely ready, and when John took
over he began fucking hard and deep. For the next fifteen minutes, John
and Harry alternated every one to two minutes fucking Bob as hard as they
could.
For Bob, it was an otherworld experience. Expert ass fuckers, trained
by him in the techniques that he first learned in high school, they now
sodomized his once virgin ass. The techniques guaranteed that the ass
fucking would not be painful or cause injury. Guaranteeing a most
pleasurable experience. Unlike the buttvirgin girls he skewered, he knew
the importance of completely relaxing his ass muscles, of deliberately
attempting to dilate his anus. There was only minor pain when John first
penetrated his ass. His sphincter was allowed to adjust before the fucking
began, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor.
As John and Harry pounded away, stimulating his prostate, Bob felt the
orgasm building and building. He couldn't stop the stimulation, but he
used every trick he knew to delay the inevitable, contracting his
pubococcygeus muscle, as if he were shutting off the flow of urine, and
squeezing his dick with thumb and forefingers just below the head. When he
knew he could no longer delay the orgasm, he pressed as hard as he could
between his anus and scrotum, attempting to shut off ejaculation when the
orgasm hit. The orgasm hit him hard like an avalanche. His grunts and
gasps turned into an animalistic cry. He jerked so hard he tore away from
Harry's punishing dick, crumpling to the floor, struggling to maintain the
pressure required to stop his ejaculation during his intense orgasm. It
was an ancient Taoist technique and it worked.
John and Harry watched him twitching on the floor, crying out in
ecstasy, his hard dick jerking around, trying to spew the semen that was
blocked. They were amazed at the intensity of his orgasm, but even more
amazed that he didn't ejaculate.
"Shit! Will you look at that?"
"How's he doing that?"
Bob had tried the Taoist trick before, but was never successful until
now. As he recovered, he too was amazed that his cum wasn't spewed across
the floor and all over himself. Over the next two days, he would perfect
the technique, allowing for multiple orgasms, holding back ejaculation
until he was ready to let it rip, maximizing his and his partner's
pleasure. Within a week, John and Harry mastered the technique, and the
staying power of the Fuck Palace studs became legendary.
Harry went to his chest of belongings and removed a gold ankle bracelet
from a stash he acquired the previous summer at the liquidation sale of a
bankrupt jeweler. They had placed the chains on three willing girls so
far, Sally, her sorority sister Roxanne, and Tina. The chains symbolized
that the women were bound to the Fuck Palace and were openly willing to do
absolutely anything sexual. Harry placed the chain on Bob's right ankle.
"Wear this as an open acknowledgement that from now on you are our slut,
and we will do with you as we please. When you look at this bracelet,
think of the fucking you just received."
Later that night, Harry and John earned their bracelets.
When the regular braceletwearing sluts returned to campus Sunday
evening eager for a fuck, the significance of Bob, Harry and John now
sporting slut bracelets was not lost on them. Sally observed to the other
sluts that it appeared the studs spent the weekend snowed in, sucking dick
and getting ass fucked. The studs treated the girls to short, allboy show
before turning their attentions towards their favorite sluts for the rest
of the night.
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TRANSCENDING THE ROLE Part Four By Frank Downey fabfour.fanverizon
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THAT MONDAY
Josh joined Kylie and Tomasz for lunch. Meredith had a meeting with one
of her professors, leading her to joke with Josh that morning about having
to "spill all the details" by himself.
"So, how was the weekend?" Tomasz asked.
"Must have been eventful. Mom told me all about your appearance on the
Lisa Kelley show," Kylie giggled.
"Yeah. Boy, she's a bitch. Anyhow, outside of that, it was fun. Even
Lisa Kelley was kinda fun, because I got to watch her squirm."
"Didja meet all kinds of stars?" Tomasz asked.
"A few. You guys will be happy to know that Tim Hicks is that nice of a
guy. I really liked him."
"Cool," said Tomasz.
"We sat, at the party, with Christian Houle and Lara Dumont, and they
are great, too. Christian knows as much about baseball as I do," Josh
continued.
"Now that is saying something," Kylie giggled.
"Did you get to do any exploring? Meredith show you around?" Tomasz
asked.
"Yeah, we went to Disneyland. She took me to a couple of her favorite
restaurants. Oh, and that party? It was at Dan Aufberg's house, you know,
the director and producer?" Tomasz nodded. "He produced her film. Anyhow,
guys, you should see this house!"
"A mansion, eh?" Kylie asked.
"Just calling it a mere mansion seems inadequate," Josh giggled. "I
liked Dan, too. He's larger than life, so the house suits him."
"Any bad spots?" Kylie asked, knowing his fears.
"Not too many. She got recognized a few times, but not too bad. The
worst was going into the premiere, with all the flashbulbs and the crowd,
but even that wasn't too bad." He grinned. "Someone yelled out 'nice dress
Meredith' as we were walking in, and then someone else yelled out 'nice
date, Meredith.'"
"Knowing you, you blushed bright red," Kylie said, laughing.
"Yup."
"What did Meredith do?" Tomasz asked.
"Grabbed my arm and yelled 'Mine!'"
Tomasz and Kylie collapsed in laughter. "Good for her!" Kylie said.
"So, you went to the Land of Oz and came back the same old Josh, intact.
Right?"
"Well, not quite. Not completely intact. I did lose something on the
trip."
"What?" Kylie asked. "Your fear of Meredith's lifestyle?"
"No, that was already gone."
"So what did you lose?" Kylie asked.
"Um, my virginity," Josh said softly.
"What?" Kylie said, not quite believing what she thought she heard.
"Meredith and I made love this weekend." He grinned at them.
"Repeatedly, in fact."
"Wow," Tomasz said. "You've been going out, what, two months? I am
surprised."
"It took you guys a month, tops," Josh pointed out.
"Well, that's us," Kylie said. "You are usually so slow and deliberate
about things like this."
"And wasn't Meredith a virgin, too?" Tomasz asked.
"Yeah, she was. It just felt right. She asked first, I was going to
say no?" Josh laughed.
" She started it?" Kylie said, amazed.
"Yeah. But I said Those Three Words firstand I said them before we had
sexso it's even."
Kylie gasped. "You told her you loved her?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God, the world has stopped spinning on its axis," Kylie teased.
"You actually got those words to pass over your lips? To a girl?"
"I love her, guys. I really do. I told you all along that I wasn't
aloof, I wasn't gay, I wasn't a cold fishI just hadn't met the right girl
yet. Well, now I have."
"Good for you," Kylie said. "So, how was it?" she asked impishly.
"Mindblowing."
"That's always the best kind," Tomasz laughed.
THE NEXT DAY
Kylie and Meredith were hanging out after school. They had gone to the
library, to do some studying, and decided to go to the local coffee shop on
the way home.
"So," Kylie began after they sat down with their coffee, "I hear you and
Josh did the nasty over the weekend."
"Yeah," Meredith laughed. "He told me he was going to tell you guys."
"How was it?"
"Earthshattering."
"Close enough. He said mindblowing." Meredith laughed at that. "He
also said he had a good time hobnobbing with your Hollywood pals."
"Yeah, he did. Look, you know Josh. He's been apprehensive about this
from the beginning. I was hoping that taking him out there would help put
him at ease."
"So, you intended to jump his bones?"
"NO!" Meredith laughed. "Well, maybe a little, but that's not what I
meant by putting him at ease. I meant seeing my life, meeting some of my
friends."
"I do think that helped." Kylie took a deep breath. "Look, Meredith,
I'm not going to lie. Josh is like my brother. I worry about him. I
worried forever that he never seemed to be able to find the right girl.
Now I worry that he found herand it's not going to work out."
"Why wouldn't it work out?"
"You're from another world," Kylie pointed out. "We don't talk about it
much, but we all know it."
"Kylie, where am I?"
"What do you mean?"
"What world am I in right now?"
"His. But are you visiting, or staying?"
"I'm staying," Meredith said firmly. "Now, I plan to visit the other
world occasionally, but I'm going to live in this one."
"I hope so."
"I'm doing a movie this summer. Josh knows. He's not thrilled, but he
understands that is what I do. I'm just only going to do it occasionally.
The movie is done, and I come back here."
"What about after? What about college?" Kylie persisted.
"We've talked about that. All my college choices are in the Northeast.
All of his are, too. I think the furthest we'd be away is if he went to
Cornell and I went to Yale, and that's still not too far. Both of our
first choice is Columbia, as a matter of fact."
"That's good," Kylie said. "Look, I know I'm being a pest, but Josh
means the world to me." She took a deep breath. "He went to bed with you.
I don't know if you realize what that meant to him. He's not a normal guy
in that way. He wasn't about to give his virginity to just anyone."
"I know," Meredith said. "Um, look, what you have to understand is, it
meant as much to me. It was my virginity, too, and who I gave it too meant
just as much to me." Meredith dropped her voice. "Josh doesn't know this.
After we were donewell, we did it twice in a row, but after the second
timehe got up to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, I cried. And not
in pain, either."
"Wow," Kylie said.
"It wasn't just sex to me. I know it wasn't to Josh, either." She
smirked. "Not that the sex itself isn't fantastic, mind you!"
"But of course," Kylie laughed. "Josh told us that your hormones have
gone berserk since the first time."
"Yeah, I admit it," Meredith grinned. "I didn't even know I had
hormones. I think they were sleeping. Josh woke them up in a big way,"
she laughed.
"Yeah, you woke his up, too," Kylie giggled. "Meredith, I'm glad we had
this talk. You made me feel better about things."
"Josh is lucky to have such a good friend," Meredith said. "Good thing
you have Tomasz or I'd be jealous!"
"No need. Josh and I love each other, but we don't do a thing for each
other's hormones!"
CHRISTMAS EVE
The rest of December passed quickly. Josh, Kylie and Tomasz, the
Saturday before Christmas, took Meredith skiing for the first time. She
fell a lot, but had a ball. "We're definitely going to have to do this
again," she told them.
Before they knew it, it was Christmas Eve.
It was traditional for Josh's parents to host an open house on Christmas
Eve. They started at like four in the afternoon, and people traipsed in
until midnight. Most of the town made it. They had piles of food and
drink, and Christmas carols playing. It was always a great time.
Some of the food was catered, but some was made by Maureen Wallingford.
Meredith had been there all day, along with Josh and Hannah, helping out.
"Anything else, Mrs. Wallingford?" Meredith asked after finishing
making a pile of meatballs.
"Nope. You've done enough, dear. Any more and you'll be too tired to
enjoy the party. Josh, get her out of the kitchen so you two can relax for
a bit!'
"Your wish is my command, Mother dear," he laughed. ""My room,
freckleface. I got the refreshments." He grabbed a couple of cokes from
the fridge.
"Yes sir," Meredith mocksaluted.
"No kissing up there!" Hannah proclaimed.
"Yes, ma'am. No kissing." Meredith said. "We'll save that for under
the mistletoe. Right in the middle of the party. So you can watch."
"UGH!" Hannah proclaimed.
"Will you two get out of here?" Maureen laughed. "I still have cookies
to finish!"
They went, giggling, upstairs to his room. Josh closed the door behind
him, and put the sodas on a table. Meredith immediately wrapped herself
around him, and assaulted his lips with hers.
"Hey!" Josh said, breaking free. "You heard what Hannah said, no
kissing!"
"Oh, poo." Meredith mockpouted. She sat on Josh's bed.
"She didn't say no groping, though," Josh leered, sitting next to her.
"Of course, she's ten years old, she probably doesn't know what groping
is."
"Uhuh. I don't get to kiss, you don't get to grope," Meredith teased.
"You're forgetting, sweetie, that you like when I grope."
"Details, details."
"Ah, screw it. Hannah's not here. C'mere, freckleface." She laughed,
and wrapped her arms around him as they kissed. "Unfortunately," Josh said
after they broke, "this is not the time or place for serious groping."
"Sad, but true."
"I don't think Hannah would ever spy, and I know Mom wouldn't, but I
wouldn't want to take the chance."
"I'm so glad I don't have a little sister," Meredith giggled.
"Actually, that's not true, I always wanted onebut when it comes to
kissing and groping, I'm glad I don't have one."
"Yeah, and Mom wonders why I spend so much time at your house."
"Does she?"
"Yeah. I actually told her half the truthno little sisters." Meredith
giggled at that. "I didn't tell her that your Mom knows what we're doing
and gives us privacy."
"That's probably a good thing," Meredith chuckled. "Um, does your Mom
know that we're, uh...."
"I haven't told her, but I get the impression that she strongly
suspects. That's a hard thing for a guy to talk to his mother about."
"What about your Dad?"
"Same thing. I think he suspects. He's made some of those 'I hope you
guys are being careful' noises, but I haven't admitted anything."
"Are they not liberal about such things?"
"No, they are, but....I think if they asked me, pointblank, I'd
probably admit it, but I'm not going to bring it up. Would you have
volunteered it to your Mom if we hadn't been caught?"
"I don't know. Probably not. Although, if I knew she'd react the way
she did, I might have. But I couldn't have predicted that."
"Yeah. Are they coming, by the way?"
"My parents, tonight? Oh, yeah. They're looking forward to it."
"Cool."
"So am I," Meredith said. "It's so......Christmasy."
"We do it every year."
"It's great. This will be the first real Christmas I've had in along
time. Last year, we had Christmas dinner in a hotel in Florida, because I
was filming a movie. It sucked."
"Well, this year, you get homemade food, no hotel, no movie, lots of
snow, and the town of Lamawakka parading through my living room."
"Yup," she agreed happily.
"And a real Christmas dinner at your Mom's tomorrow."
"Yup. And the most wonderful guy in the world to share it with."
"Yeah, that's the best part," Josh agreed. "Unlike you, this is a
typical Christmas for me. It's a hell of a lot better with you here."
"You're so sweet. I love you."
"Love you too."
They chatted for a while, then went down to help Maureen set things up.
It didn't take long before people began to arrive.
Tomasz and Kylie arrived early, as they usually did. They, Josh, and
Meredith commandeered a couch, and settled into it, greeting people when
they came in and chatting, generally having a good time.
By seven PM the party was in full swing. The door opened, and Josh
looked up.
"Oh my God," he said. "Meri, look. It's Christian and Lara."
"What?" she said. "I invited them, but as a joke, I didn't think they'd
actually show up!"
"Cool. I'm glad you did, and I'm glad they came," Josh said. They got
up to greet them.
"I can't believe you guys actually came!" Meredith said, greeting them.
"We wanted to," Lara said.
"It's on our way," Christian told them. "We spent the last few days in
Montreal, where Lara's family lives. We're headed to New Jersey, where my
parents live. So, this was on the way. And we love the town, from making
the film last summer, so we thought we'd meet some of the people here."
"Plus, we wanted to see you guys," Lara grinned.
"It's great. Glad you're here," Josh said. He took their coats, and
led them over to where they were sitting, introducing them to Tomasz and
Kylie.
Maureen walked over. "Hey, Josh, I got more stuffed mushrooms coming
out." She looked at the newcomers curiously. "Hello."
"Mom, this is Christian Houle and Lara Dumont. Guys, this is my Mom."
"I knew I recognized you!" Maureen said. "Nice to meet you both."
"I hope you don't mind partycrashers," Lara said.
"It's an open house, everybody's a partycrasher," Maureen joked. "I
take it you're friends of Meredith's."
"Yeah, but we met Josh at the premiere, too," Christian said.
Just then, Josh looked up and saw his sister, across the room, looking
at them with her eyes bugging out. "Mom, is something wrong with Hannah?"
Maureen looked. "Oh, I think I know what's wrong. Whose poster does
she have on her closet door?"
"Oh that's right," Josh laughed. " His," he pointed at Christian.
"That's my Christian, breaker of little girl's hearts everywhere," Lara
laughed.
"Yup, I'm the darling of the 8 to 14 set," Christian joked. "Then they
grow up, discover the hunk in math class, and stop going to my movies."
Everyone laughed at that..
"That's about right, she's 10," Josh told him.
"Who is she?" Christian asked.
"Hannah, my sister," Josh informed him.
"Let me handle this," Meredith told them. She got up and went over to
Hannah.
"Hey, Hannah, you OK?" she asked.
"Um....that.....that's Christian Houle!"
"Yes, it is," Meredith laughed. "Come on over and meet him."
"Oh, I couldn't," Hannah said, looking down.
"Sure you can. Hannah, Christian's my friend. He and Lara are here
because I invited them, although I didn't expect them to come, I'm glad
they did. He's a really nice guy."
Hannah thought for a minute, and said, "OK". She let Meredith lead her
to where they were.
"Guys, this is Hannah, Josh's sister. Hannah, this is Christian Houle
and Lara Dumont."
"Hi," Hannah said shyly.
"Hi, Hannah, nice to meet you," Christian said happily. "Josh, here,
tells me you've seen some of my movies."
"Um, all of them, I think," Hannah managed to get out.
"Cool! What was your favorite?"
The conversation went on for a while, Christian drawing Hannah out and
getting her into a conversation about some of his movies. He told her
stories about making some of them. He had her spellbound.
After a while, Maureen yelled from the kitchen, "Hey, Hannah! Can I
have your help for a minute?"
"I have to go," Hannah said. "It was great to meet you."
"It was nice to meet you, too," Christian said, and leaned over and gave
her a kiss on the cheek. Hannah's eyes bugged out of her head, she
blushed, and she ran into the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear and
clutching her cheek.
Christian just laughed.
"Thanks, Christian," Josh said. "You made her night. Scratch that, you
made her year."
"She's a sweet kid," Christian said.
"Yeah, and maybe now she'll drop that whole 'kissing is gross' thing,"
Meredith teased, to laughter all around.
VALENTINE'S DAY
Christmas day was nice, and Tomasz threw a fine New Year's eve party.
The rest of January passed in a blur of school, skiing, andfor Josh and
Meredithmany quiet times together.
In a hurry, their first Valentine's Day as a couple arrived.
"So, what has Josh got planned for tonight?" Kylie asked Meredith as
they walked through the halls at school.
"He won't tell me. Says it's a surprise," Meredith giggled. "I'm glad
it's Friday, though. And my parents are going away for the weekend."
"Lucky dog."
"You know it." She felt her cel phone vibrate. "What is this? I have
an urgent message from Mike."
"Mike?"
"My agent. Ah, well, this is my class. I'll get to my seat and see
what he wants, I still have a few minutes."
"See you later." Kylie continued down the hall, and Meredith walked into
her English class, sitting, as always, next to Josh halfway down the room.
"Hi, gorgeous," Josh greeted her.
"Hi, yourself. I've got an urgent message from Mike, so I have to call
him. This must be big, it's only 7 am in California." She hit a speed dial
on her phone. "Mike? Hi! What's so urgent?"
Josh watched her as her eyes got huge and her lip started trembling.
"You're kidding," she whispered. "You've got to be kidding. Oh my God."
She listened to the phone for a while, and then said, "Class is about to
start. I'll call you this afternoon. You're sure? Really? Oh my God."
She hung up the phone, stared into space for a while, and then SCREAMED.
Really, really, loud. The tears started immediately. The class turned to
look at her in shock.
"MISS FOWLER!" Mr. Donegal, their teacher, bellowed at her. She didn't
even hear him. Josh leaned over and said, "Honey, are you OK?" and she
barely heard him. She just sat in her seat, tears flowing, murmuring "I
don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it...," over and
over.
"Miss Fowler," Mr. Donegal said, a bit softer this time, "is there a
problem?"
This time she heard him. She looked over at Josh, who was watching her
with concern. She visibly tried to compose herself, but couldn't stop
crying. She flashed Josh a huge smile, and then blurted out, "I got
nominated!!"
"Nominated?" Mr. Donegal asked.
"For an Oscar!" she bellowed. Josh looked at her in disbelief. She
managed to stop crying, and said, with a huge grin on her face, "My agent
just told me that it will be announced this afternoon that I have been
nominated for an Academy Award in the Best Supporting Actress category."
This time, Josh screamed. Meredith bounced out of her seat and wrapped
her arms around him, crying again, as the class applauded. Even Mr.
Donegal had to say, "That is fantastic. If you have to disrupt my class,
at least it's with good news like that!"
The word spread across the school like wildfire. Meredith spent most of
the day accepting congratulations with a shiteating grin on her face.
When they left school, they drove together right to Meredith's house.
Marie was in the living room, watching TV.
"Hi honey. Hi Josh. They're showing the Oscar nominations."
"What have they shown so far?" Meredith asked, hiding a grin.
"Just best picture and best actor. Neither your film nor Tim got a
nomination."
"Oh."
They watched the best actress and best supporting actor nomination.
"Hey, look, they got your pal Christian to announce the best supporting
actress," Marie said to Meredith.
"And, the nominees are," Christian was saying on the TV, "Andrea Radach
for Twisting in the Wind."
"She was good in that," Meredith said.
"Ellen Briar for Sight Unseen."
"That was brilliant," commented Meredith. "She'll probably win."
Suddenly, Christian looked at the teleprompter and lit up with a smile.
"All right! Sorry, folks, but this is a pal and costar. Meredith Fowler
for Garret's Gift!"
Marie looked at the screen in utter disbelief. And then she looked at
Meredith and Josh, grinning at her like Cheshire cats. "You knew!"
"Yeah," Meredith admitted. "Mike must have gotten a headsup, because
he called me this morning."
"Oh, honey," Marie said, wrapping Meredith in a bear hug, "I am so proud
of you!"
"Thanks, Mom."
"This is just fantastic. We need to call your father," Marie said.
"No, Mom, I want to tell him in person."
"I can see that. You going to go tell him now?"
"In a minute. I'm parched. Josh, want a drink?"
"Sure." Meredith walked into the kitchen to fetch them.
"So, Josh, what do you think?" Marie asked him.
"It's fantastic, isn't it? You should have seen her. She called Mike
back right before English, and she sat in the classroom screaming and
crying. It took the poor teacher ten minutes to get order back."
"I can imagine," Marie grinned.
"Me, I think it's great." Meredith walked back in with the sodas.
"Thank you, sweetie. As I was saying, I love it. I watch the Oscars every
year, I love them, this year is going to be particularly special."
"Yeah, because you're going to be watching it from the first twenty
rows," Meredith grinned at him.
"I am?"
"What, you thought I wasn't going to take you? You, love, are my
permanent escort. If I'm nominated for an Oscar, you're damn right you're
going to be there. I need somebody's shoulder to cry on when Ellen Briar
wins!"
"Do you think you have a chance?" Marie asked her.
"No way. I was flabbergasted to be nominated." Just then, her cell
phone rang. "Hello?"
Even Marie and Josh heard the bellowing coming out of the cel phone
speaker. "I TOLD YOU! Did I tell you? I told you! See what you get for
doubting your allknowing mentor? I told you!"
Meredith broke out in laughter. "Hi, Tim."
"Congratulations," Tim Hicks said into the phone. "You deserved this.
I'm thrilled. You're carrying the ball, you know, it's the only nomination
the film got."
"Wow. So, Mister Prognosticator, am I going to win?"
"Nah. Either Ellen Briar or Christine Shane will. But enjoy it
anyway."
Meredith laughed. "I plan to!"
They polished off their sodas and went to Meredith's father's office in
Albany. After sharing the happy news with him, they went to Josh's house.
"Hi kids," Maureen Wallingford greeted them. Eric, who ran his
pediatric practice out of an office attached to the house, was also there,
having seen his last patient for the day.
"Hi Mom, Dad. Hi squirt," he said as Hannah entered the room.
"We need to talk to you," Meredith said. "I want to kidnap your son for
another road trip," she laughed.
"Where to this time, and when?" Eric asked.
"LA again, end of March. The Academy Awards."
"Oh, wow!" Maureen said. "That's so cool! Of course Josh can go with
you to that. Can you get him in, though?"
"Well, yeah," Meredith told them. "People who are nominated can bring
anyone they want, within reason."
Eric and Maureen looked at each other. "Nominated?" Eric asked.
"For best supporting actress," Meredith beamed.
"WOW!" Hannah screamed, and there were more congratulatory hugs all
around. While Meredith happily recounted the events of the day, Josh went
around to a table and poked through the mail.
"Oh, yeah, there's something in there for you," Maureen told him. Josh
found it, and opened it, and read it. He looked up with a dazed smile on
his face.
"What's up, sweetie?" Meredith asked him.
"It's just a good day all around, it seems," Josh said, beaming. "I
sent some of my stuff to this publisher. They publish periodically a book
called The Anthology of Young American Poetry. They accepted three of my
pieces to put in the next edition."
"That's fantastic!" Meredith enthused. Josh's parents agreed, and even
Hannah said, "Nice going, bro."
"Oh, now can I admit how bad I wanted this?" Josh laughed.
"Be my guest" Eric said.
"It's not quite an academy award nomination......," Josh began.
"Sweetie?" Meredith grabbed his face and looked in his eyes. "Yes it
is."
"I love you," he said, making Hannah gag. "But you must admit they
didn't announce this on TV!"
"OK, you're right," Meredith conceded, "but you should be just as proud
of yourself."
"Yeah. I am."
"Good."
LATE MARCH
They landed in LA on a Wednesday. The Academy Awards would be that
Sunday night. Since Meredith's parents knew all about their relationship,
they ditched the pretense and shared a hotel suite. "I need him with me,
to keep me sane," Meredith joked to her mother.
Meredith had the usual round of interviews, although Josh didn't get
dragged into any this time. Meredith, however, when asked about him, made
sure to mention the publication of his poetry proudly. Vanity Fair
magazine even asked to see some, and ended up printing a funny one Josh had
written for Meredith, entitled 'FreckleFace', as an accompaniment to
Meredith's interview.
And the parties! Every night, it seemed there were preOscar parties.
Josh tried very hard not to get overwhelmed, and mostly succeeded.
Meredith met one of her competitors, Ellen Briar, at one. Ellen Briar was
an actress that Meredith had always admired, but never met. She impressed
the older actress with her grace and class.
Finally, it was time for the ceremony.
Meredith got into a stunning black dress that again made Josh weak in
the knees, much to Meredith's delight. Another limo ride, and they entered
into paparazzi hell.
"I haven't been photographed this much in my life," Josh joked.
After enduring the photofest, they found their seats. Meredith's
parents were behind them. Tim Hicks, who had been nominated for Director
of the Year for a different film, sat next to them, with his wife. Dan
Aufberg, the producer of the film, was right in front.
"Do you have a speech ready?' Josh asked Meredith.
"Nah, what's the point? I have no chance. Even Tim says so," she
laughed.
"You should always have a speech, though," Tim told her.
"Ah, if lightning strikes, I'll just wing it."
They sat through some of the other awards, and a few production numbers.
Best Supporting Actress was actually fairly early in the show, so they
didn't have to wait long.
Meredith grabbed Josh's hand, but was at ease and not expecting to win.
"If I thought I had a chance, I'd be more nervous," she said to Josh and
Tim with a laugh. "I hope Ellen Briar wins, actually. Unless, of course,
lightning does strike."
Lightning struck.
"And the Oscar goes to," intoned veteran actor Don Jones, "Meredith
Fowler!"
Her jaw dropped to the floor. Her eyes got all wide. "I won? I won?"
she squeaked in a disbelieving tone. Josh, Tim, Dan, and her parents were
jumping around and yellingand Meredith could scarcely believe it.
"Honey, you need to get up there," Josh whispered to her with a smile.
Recovering herself just a bit, she gave Josh's hand a squeeze and then
walked up to the stage, slightly dazed. She was presented with the Oscar,
and took a couple of seconds to visibly compose herself.
"Forgive me, I'm stunned," she said.
She took a deep breath.
"I don't have anything prepared, because I didn't think I had a chance,
but I know what I want to say," Meredith began.
"Everybody's got a laundry list. Thanks to the Academy, thanks to my
agent, thanks to Dan Aufberg, the producer and Bill Singleman, the
director. Thanks to the cast and crew, especially my buddy Christian Houle,
who was a delight to work with, and Tim Hicks, from whom I have learned
more about acting than I will ever repay.
"However, that's not the important part. I want to dedicate this award
to three people. First, my parents. They have supported me and loved me
throughout my whole career. They have walked the fine line between
guidance and freedom better than I thought it could be done. They have
supported my choices, and stepped in to make the hard choices themselves
when they thought I needed it. They've always been right. Mom and Dad, I
love you."
"One of the hard choices they made was to move me out of Hollywood and
to Lamawakka, New York. They did this because they thought I was too
caught up in acting and had lost touch with Meredith the person. The
problem was, at that point, I wasn't sure who Meredith the person was. I
was lucky enough to meet a guy who kept digging and digging until he
revealed the real Meredith. And then he fell in love with her. Which is a
good thing, because she fell in love with him."
"We all get jaded after a while, being here. One of the neat things
about him is he's not jaded, and can come with me to an event like this
and, with his outsider's eyes, looks upon it all with wonderand his
perspective grounds me. He's my rock, he's my anchor. And, because I have
him in my life, this award"she held up the Oscar"is less important, but
more special. It's less important because he made me realize that there is
more to me than being an actress, and I needed to find that. But, it's
more special, because I can see it through his eyes, and see what an
accomplishment it is, and see how proud he is of me. Which makes me proud
of myself.
"This wouldn't have meant nearly as much to me if he hadn't been sitting
there, holding my hand, when they called my name."
"I love you, Josh."
"Thank you."
She left the stage to thunderous applause.
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TRANSCENDING THE ROLE Part Four By Frank Downey fabfour.fanverizon
Like this? More of my stuff is at ~FrankDowney
THAT MONDAY
Josh joined Kylie and Tomasz for lunch. Meredith had a meeting with one
of her professors, leading her to joke with Josh that morning about having
to "spill all the details" by himself.
"So, how was the weekend?" Tomasz asked.
"Must have been eventful. Mom told me all about your appearance on the
Lisa Kelley show," Kylie giggled.
"Yeah. Boy, she's a bitch. Anyhow, outside of that, it was fun. Even
Lisa Kelley was kinda fun, because I got to watch her squirm."
"Didja meet all kinds of stars?" Tomasz asked.
"A few. You guys will be happy to know that Tim Hicks is that nice of a
guy. I really liked him."
"Cool," said Tomasz.
"We sat, at the party, with Christian Houle and Lara Dumont, and they
are great, too. Christian knows as much about baseball as I do," Josh
continued.
"Now that is saying something," Kylie giggled.
"Did you get to do any exploring? Meredith show you around?" Tomasz
asked.
"Yeah, we went to Disneyland. She took me to a couple of her favorite
restaurants. Oh, and that party? It was at Dan Aufberg's house, you know,
the director and producer?" Tomasz nodded. "He produced her film. Anyhow,
guys, you should see this house!"
"A mansion, eh?" Kylie asked.
"Just calling it a mere mansion seems inadequate," Josh giggled. "I
liked Dan, too. He's larger than life, so the house suits him."
"Any bad spots?" Kylie asked, knowing his fears.
"Not too many. She got recognized a few times, but not too bad. The
worst was going into the premiere, with all the flashbulbs and the crowd,
but even that wasn't too bad." He grinned. "Someone yelled out 'nice dress
Meredith' as we were walking in, and then someone else yelled out 'nice
date, Meredith.'"
"Knowing you, you blushed bright red," Kylie said, laughing.
"Yup."
"What did Meredith do?" Tomasz asked.
"Grabbed my arm and yelled 'Mine!'"
Tomasz and Kylie collapsed in laughter. "Good for her!" Kylie said.
"So, you went to the Land of Oz and came back the same old Josh, intact.
Right?"
"Well, not quite. Not completely intact. I did lose something on the
trip."
"What?" Kylie asked. "Your fear of Meredith's lifestyle?"
"No, that was already gone."
"So what did you lose?" Kylie asked.
"Um, my virginity," Josh said softly.
"What?" Kylie said, not quite believing what she thought she heard.
"Meredith and I made love this weekend." He grinned at them.
"Repeatedly, in fact."
"Wow," Tomasz said. "You've been going out, what, two months? I am
surprised."
"It took you guys a month, tops," Josh pointed out.
"Well, that's us," Kylie said. "You are usually so slow and deliberate
about things like this."
"And wasn't Meredith a virgin, too?" Tomasz asked.
"Yeah, she was. It just felt right. She asked first, I was going to
say no?" Josh laughed.
" She started it?" Kylie said, amazed.
"Yeah. But I said Those Three Words firstand I said them before we had
sexso it's even."
Kylie gasped. "You told her you loved her?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God, the world has stopped spinning on its axis," Kylie teased.
"You actually got those words to pass over your lips? To a girl?"
"I love her, guys. I really do. I told you all along that I wasn't
aloof, I wasn't gay, I wasn't a cold fishI just hadn't met the right girl
yet. Well, now I have."
"Good for you," Kylie said. "So, how was it?" she asked impishly.
"Mindblowing."
"That's always the best kind," Tomasz laughed.
THE NEXT DAY
Kylie and Meredith were hanging out after school. They had gone to the
library, to do some studying, and decided to go to the local coffee shop on
the way home.
"So," Kylie began after they sat down with their coffee, "I hear you and
Josh did the nasty over the weekend."
"Yeah," Meredith laughed. "He told me he was going to tell you guys."
"How was it?"
"Earthshattering."
"Close enough. He said mindblowing." Meredith laughed at that. "He
also said he had a good time hobnobbing with your Hollywood pals."
"Yeah, he did. Look, you know Josh. He's been apprehensive about this
from the beginning. I was hoping that taking him out there would help put
him at ease."
"So, you intended to jump his bones?"
"NO!" Meredith laughed. "Well, maybe a little, but that's not what I
meant by putting him at ease. I meant seeing my life, meeting some of my
friends."
"I do think that helped." Kylie took a deep breath. "Look, Meredith,
I'm not going to lie. Josh is like my brother. I worry about him. I
worried forever that he never seemed to be able to find the right girl.
Now I worry that he found herand it's not going to work out."
"Why wouldn't it work out?"
"You're from another world," Kylie pointed out. "We don't talk about it
much, but we all know it."
"Kylie, where am I?"
"What do you mean?"
"What world am I in right now?"
"His. But are you visiting, or staying?"
"I'm staying," Meredith said firmly. "Now, I plan to visit the other
world occasionally, but I'm going to live in this one."
"I hope so."
"I'm doing a movie this summer. Josh knows. He's not thrilled, but he
understands that is what I do. I'm just only going to do it occasionally.
The movie is done, and I come back here."
"What about after? What about college?" Kylie persisted.
"We've talked about that. All my college choices are in the Northeast.
All of his are, too. I think the furthest we'd be away is if he went to
Cornell and I went to Yale, and that's still not too far. Both of our
first choice is Columbia, as a matter of fact."
"That's good," Kylie said. "Look, I know I'm being a pest, but Josh
means the world to me." She took a deep breath. "He went to bed with you.
I don't know if you realize what that meant to him. He's not a normal guy
in that way. He wasn't about to give his virginity to just anyone."
"I know," Meredith said. "Um, look, what you have to understand is, it
meant as much to me. It was my virginity, too, and who I gave it too meant
just as much to me." Meredith dropped her voice. "Josh doesn't know this.
After we were donewell, we did it twice in a row, but after the second
timehe got up to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, I cried. And not
in pain, either."
"Wow," Kylie said.
"It wasn't just sex to me. I know it wasn't to Josh, either." She
smirked. "Not that the sex itself isn't fantastic, mind you!"
"But of course," Kylie laughed. "Josh told us that your hormones have
gone berserk since the first time."
"Yeah, I admit it," Meredith grinned. "I didn't even know I had
hormones. I think they were sleeping. Josh woke them up in a big way,"
she laughed.
"Yeah, you woke his up, too," Kylie giggled. "Meredith, I'm glad we had
this talk. You made me feel better about things."
"Josh is lucky to have such a good friend," Meredith said. "Good thing
you have Tomasz or I'd be jealous!"
"No need. Josh and I love each other, but we don't do a thing for each
other's hormones!"
CHRISTMAS EVE
The rest of December passed quickly. Josh, Kylie and Tomasz, the
Saturday before Christmas, took Meredith skiing for the first time. She
fell a lot, but had a ball. "We're definitely going to have to do this
again," she told them.
Before they knew it, it was Christmas Eve.
It was traditional for Josh's parents to host an open house on Christmas
Eve. They started at like four in the afternoon, and people traipsed in
until midnight. Most of the town made it. They had piles of food and
drink, and Christmas carols playing. It was always a great time.
Some of the food was catered, but some was made by Maureen Wallingford.
Meredith had been there all day, along with Josh and Hannah, helping out.
"Anything else, Mrs. Wallingford?" Meredith asked after finishing
making a pile of meatballs.
"Nope. You've done enough, dear. Any more and you'll be too tired to
enjoy the party. Josh, get her out of the kitchen so you two can relax for
a bit!'
"Your wish is my command, Mother dear," he laughed. ""My room,
freckleface. I got the refreshments." He grabbed a couple of cokes from
the fridge.
"Yes sir," Meredith mocksaluted.
"No kissing up there!" Hannah proclaimed.
"Yes, ma'am. No kissing." Meredith said. "We'll save that for under
the mistletoe. Right in the middle of the party. So you can watch."
"UGH!" Hannah proclaimed.
"Will you two get out of here?" Maureen laughed. "I still have cookies
to finish!"
They went, giggling, upstairs to his room. Josh closed the door behind
him, and put the sodas on a table. Meredith immediately wrapped herself
around him, and assaulted his lips with hers.
"Hey!" Josh said, breaking free. "You heard what Hannah said, no
kissing!"
"Oh, poo." Meredith mockpouted. She sat on Josh's bed.
"She didn't say no groping, though," Josh leered, sitting next to her.
"Of course, she's ten years old, she probably doesn't know what groping
is."
"Uhuh. I don't get to kiss, you don't get to grope," Meredith teased.
"You're forgetting, sweetie, that you like when I grope."
"Details, details."
"Ah, screw it. Hannah's not here. C'mere, freckleface." She laughed,
and wrapped her arms around him as they kissed. "Unfortunately," Josh said
after they broke, "this is not the time or place for serious groping."
"Sad, but true."
"I don't think Hannah would ever spy, and I know Mom wouldn't, but I
wouldn't want to take the chance."
"I'm so glad I don't have a little sister," Meredith giggled.
"Actually, that's not true, I always wanted onebut when it comes to
kissing and groping, I'm glad I don't have one."
"Yeah, and Mom wonders why I spend so much time at your house."
"Does she?"
"Yeah. I actually told her half the truthno little sisters." Meredith
giggled at that. "I didn't tell her that your Mom knows what we're doing
and gives us privacy."
"That's probably a good thing," Meredith chuckled. "Um, does your Mom
know that we're, uh...."
"I haven't told her, but I get the impression that she strongly
suspects. That's a hard thing for a guy to talk to his mother about."
"What about your Dad?"
"Same thing. I think he suspects. He's made some of those 'I hope you
guys are being careful' noises, but I haven't admitted anything."
"Are they not liberal about such things?"
"No, they are, but....I think if they asked me, pointblank, I'd
probably admit it, but I'm not going to bring it up. Would you have
volunteered it to your Mom if we hadn't been caught?"
"I don't know. Probably not. Although, if I knew she'd react the way
she did, I might have. But I couldn't have predicted that."
"Yeah. Are they coming, by the way?"
"My parents, tonight? Oh, yeah. They're looking forward to it."
"Cool."
"So am I," Meredith said. "It's so......Christmasy."
"We do it every year."
"It's great. This will be the first real Christmas I've had in along
time. Last year, we had Christmas dinner in a hotel in Florida, because I
was filming a movie. It sucked."
"Well, this year, you get homemade food, no hotel, no movie, lots of
snow, and the town of Lamawakka parading through my living room."
"Yup," she agreed happily.
"And a real Christmas dinner at your Mom's tomorrow."
"Yup. And the most wonderful guy in the world to share it with."
"Yeah, that's the best part," Josh agreed. "Unlike you, this is a
typical Christmas for me. It's a hell of a lot better with you here."
"You're so sweet. I love you."
"Love you too."
They chatted for a while, then went down to help Maureen set things up.
It didn't take long before people began to arrive.
Tomasz and Kylie arrived early, as they usually did. They, Josh, and
Meredith commandeered a couch, and settled into it, greeting people when
they came in and chatting, generally having a good time.
By seven PM the party was in full swing. The door opened, and Josh
looked up.
"Oh my God," he said. "Meri, look. It's Christian and Lara."
"What?" she said. "I invited them, but as a joke, I didn't think they'd
actually show up!"
"Cool. I'm glad you did, and I'm glad they came," Josh said. They got
up to greet them.
"I can't believe you guys actually came!" Meredith said, greeting them.
"We wanted to," Lara said.
"It's on our way," Christian told them. "We spent the last few days in
Montreal, where Lara's family lives. We're headed to New Jersey, where my
parents live. So, this was on the way. And we love the town, from making
the film last summer, so we thought we'd meet some of the people here."
"Plus, we wanted to see you guys," Lara grinned.
"It's great. Glad you're here," Josh said. He took their coats, and
led them over to where they were sitting, introducing them to Tomasz and
Kylie.
Maureen walked over. "Hey, Josh, I got more stuffed mushrooms coming
out." She looked at the newcomers curiously. "Hello."
"Mom, this is Christian Houle and Lara Dumont. Guys, this is my Mom."
"I knew I recognized you!" Maureen said. "Nice to meet you both."
"I hope you don't mind partycrashers," Lara said.
"It's an open house, everybody's a partycrasher," Maureen joked. "I
take it you're friends of Meredith's."
"Yeah, but we met Josh at the premiere, too," Christian said.
Just then, Josh looked up and saw his sister, across the room, looking
at them with her eyes bugging out. "Mom, is something wrong with Hannah?"
Maureen looked. "Oh, I think I know what's wrong. Whose poster does
she have on her closet door?"
"Oh that's right," Josh laughed. " His," he pointed at Christian.
"That's my Christian, breaker of little girl's hearts everywhere," Lara
laughed.
"Yup, I'm the darling of the 8 to 14 set," Christian joked. "Then they
grow up, discover the hunk in math class, and stop going to my movies."
Everyone laughed at that..
"That's about right, she's 10," Josh told him.
"Who is she?" Christian asked.
"Hannah, my sister," Josh informed him.
"Let me handle this," Meredith told them. She got up and went over to
Hannah.
"Hey, Hannah, you OK?" she asked.
"Um....that.....that's Christian Houle!"
"Yes, it is," Meredith laughed. "Come on over and meet him."
"Oh, I couldn't," Hannah said, looking down.
"Sure you can. Hannah, Christian's my friend. He and Lara are here
because I invited them, although I didn't expect them to come, I'm glad
they did. He's a really nice guy."
Hannah thought for a minute, and said, "OK". She let Meredith lead her
to where they were.
"Guys, this is Hannah, Josh's sister. Hannah, this is Christian Houle
and Lara Dumont."
"Hi," Hannah said shyly.
"Hi, Hannah, nice to meet you," Christian said happily. "Josh, here,
tells me you've seen some of my movies."
"Um, all of them, I think," Hannah managed to get out.
"Cool! What was your favorite?"
The conversation went on for a while, Christian drawing Hannah out and
getting her into a conversation about some of his movies. He told her
stories about making some of them. He had her spellbound.
After a while, Maureen yelled from the kitchen, "Hey, Hannah! Can I
have your help for a minute?"
"I have to go," Hannah said. "It was great to meet you."
"It was nice to meet you, too," Christian said, and leaned over and gave
her a kiss on the cheek. Hannah's eyes bugged out of her head, she
blushed, and she ran into the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear and
clutching her cheek.
Christian just laughed.
"Thanks, Christian," Josh said. "You made her night. Scratch that, you
made her year."
"She's a sweet kid," Christian said.
"Yeah, and maybe now she'll drop that whole 'kissing is gross' thing,"
Meredith teased, to laughter all around.
VALENTINE'S DAY
Christmas day was nice, and Tomasz threw a fine New Year's eve party.
The rest of January passed in a blur of school, skiing, andfor Josh and
Meredithmany quiet times together.
In a hurry, their first Valentine's Day as a couple arrived.
"So, what has Josh got planned for tonight?" Kylie asked Meredith as
they walked through the halls at school.
"He won't tell me. Says it's a surprise," Meredith giggled. "I'm glad
it's Friday, though. And my parents are going away for the weekend."
"Lucky dog."
"You know it." She felt her cel phone vibrate. "What is this? I have
an urgent message from Mike."
"Mike?"
"My agent. Ah, well, this is my class. I'll get to my seat and see
what he wants, I still have a few minutes."
"See you later." Kylie continued down the hall, and Meredith walked into
her English class, sitting, as always, next to Josh halfway down the room.
"Hi, gorgeous," Josh greeted her.
"Hi, yourself. I've got an urgent message from Mike, so I have to call
him. This must be big, it's only 7 am in California." She hit a speed dial
on her phone. "Mike? Hi! What's so urgent?"
Josh watched her as her eyes got huge and her lip started trembling.
"You're kidding," she whispered. "You've got to be kidding. Oh my God."
She listened to the phone for a while, and then said, "Class is about to
start. I'll call you this afternoon. You're sure? Really? Oh my God."
She hung up the phone, stared into space for a while, and then SCREAMED.
Really, really, loud. The tears started immediately. The class turned to
look at her in shock.
"MISS FOWLER!" Mr. Donegal, their teacher, bellowed at her. She didn't
even hear him. Josh leaned over and said, "Honey, are you OK?" and she
barely heard him. She just sat in her seat, tears flowing, murmuring "I
don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it...," over and
over.
"Miss Fowler," Mr. Donegal said, a bit softer this time, "is there a
problem?"
This time she heard him. She looked over at Josh, who was watching her
with concern. She visibly tried to compose herself, but couldn't stop
crying. She flashed Josh a huge smile, and then blurted out, "I got
nominated!!"
"Nominated?" Mr. Donegal asked.
"For an Oscar!" she bellowed. Josh looked at her in disbelief. She
managed to stop crying, and said, with a huge grin on her face, "My agent
just told me that it will be announced this afternoon that I have been
nominated for an Academy Award in the Best Supporting Actress category."
This time, Josh screamed. Meredith bounced out of her seat and wrapped
her arms around him, crying again, as the class applauded. Even Mr.
Donegal had to say, "That is fantastic. If you have to disrupt my class,
at least it's with good news like that!"
The word spread across the school like wildfire. Meredith spent most of
the day accepting congratulations with a shiteating grin on her face.
When they left school, they drove together right to Meredith's house.
Marie was in the living room, watching TV.
"Hi honey. Hi Josh. They're showing the Oscar nominations."
"What have they shown so far?" Meredith asked, hiding a grin.
"Just best picture and best actor. Neither your film nor Tim got a
nomination."
"Oh."
They watched the best actress and best supporting actor nomination.
"Hey, look, they got your pal Christian to announce the best supporting
actress," Marie said to Meredith.
"And, the nominees are," Christian was saying on the TV, "Andrea Radach
for Twisting in the Wind."
"She was good in that," Meredith said.
"Ellen Briar for Sight Unseen."
"That was brilliant," commented Meredith. "She'll probably win."
Suddenly, Christian looked at the teleprompter and lit up with a smile.
"All right! Sorry, folks, but this is a pal and costar. Meredith Fowler
for Garret's Gift!"
Marie looked at the screen in utter disbelief. And then she looked at
Meredith and Josh, grinning at her like Cheshire cats. "You knew!"
"Yeah," Meredith admitted. "Mike must have gotten a headsup, because
he called me this morning."
"Oh, honey," Marie said, wrapping Meredith in a bear hug, "I am so proud
of you!"
"Thanks, Mom."
"This is just fantastic. We need to call your father," Marie said.
"No, Mom, I want to tell him in person."
"I can see that. You going to go tell him now?"
"In a minute. I'm parched. Josh, want a drink?"
"Sure." Meredith walked into the kitchen to fetch them.
"So, Josh, what do you think?" Marie asked him.
"It's fantastic, isn't it? You should have seen her. She called Mike
back right before English, and she sat in the classroom screaming and
crying. It took the poor teacher ten minutes to get order back."
"I can imagine," Marie grinned.
"Me, I think it's great." Meredith walked back in with the sodas.
"Thank you, sweetie. As I was saying, I love it. I watch the Oscars every
year, I love them, this year is going to be particularly special."
"Yeah, because you're going to be watching it from the first twenty
rows," Meredith grinned at him.
"I am?"
"What, you thought I wasn't going to take you? You, love, are my
permanent escort. If I'm nominated for an Oscar, you're damn right you're
going to be there. I need somebody's shoulder to cry on when Ellen Briar
wins!"
"Do you think you have a chance?" Marie asked her.
"No way. I was flabbergasted to be nominated." Just then, her cell
phone rang. "Hello?"
Even Marie and Josh heard the bellowing coming out of the cel phone
speaker. "I TOLD YOU! Did I tell you? I told you! See what you get for
doubting your allknowing mentor? I told you!"
Meredith broke out in laughter. "Hi, Tim."
"Congratulations," Tim Hicks said into the phone. "You deserved this.
I'm thrilled. You're carrying the ball, you know, it's the only nomination
the film got."
"Wow. So, Mister Prognosticator, am I going to win?"
"Nah. Either Ellen Briar or Christine Shane will. But enjoy it
anyway."
Meredith laughed. "I plan to!"
They polished off their sodas and went to Meredith's father's office in
Albany. After sharing the happy news with him, they went to Josh's house.
"Hi kids," Maureen Wallingford greeted them. Eric, who ran his
pediatric practice out of an office attached to the house, was also there,
having seen his last patient for the day.
"Hi Mom, Dad. Hi squirt," he said as Hannah entered the room.
"We need to talk to you," Meredith said. "I want to kidnap your son for
another road trip," she laughed.
"Where to this time, and when?" Eric asked.
"LA again, end of March. The Academy Awards."
"Oh, wow!" Maureen said. "That's so cool! Of course Josh can go with
you to that. Can you get him in, though?"
"Well, yeah," Meredith told them. "People who are nominated can bring
anyone they want, within reason."
Eric and Maureen looked at each other. "Nominated?" Eric asked.
"For best supporting actress," Meredith beamed.
"WOW!" Hannah screamed, and there were more congratulatory hugs all
around. While Meredith happily recounted the events of the day, Josh went
around to a table and poked through the mail.
"Oh, yeah, there's something in there for you," Maureen told him. Josh
found it, and opened it, and read it. He looked up with a dazed smile on
his face.
"What's up, sweetie?" Meredith asked him.
"It's just a good day all around, it seems," Josh said, beaming. "I
sent some of my stuff to this publisher. They publish periodically a book
called The Anthology of Young American Poetry. They accepted three of my
pieces to put in the next edition."
"That's fantastic!" Meredith enthused. Josh's parents agreed, and even
Hannah said, "Nice going, bro."
"Oh, now can I admit how bad I wanted this?" Josh laughed.
"Be my guest" Eric said.
"It's not quite an academy award nomination......," Josh began.
"Sweetie?" Meredith grabbed his face and looked in his eyes. "Yes it
is."
"I love you," he said, making Hannah gag. "But you must admit they
didn't announce this on TV!"
"OK, you're right," Meredith conceded, "but you should be just as proud
of yourself."
"Yeah. I am."
"Good."
LATE MARCH
They landed in LA on a Wednesday. The Academy Awards would be that
Sunday night. Since Meredith's parents knew all about their relationship,
they ditched the pretense and shared a hotel suite. "I need him with me,
to keep me sane," Meredith joked to her mother.
Meredith had the usual round of interviews, although Josh didn't get
dragged into any this time. Meredith, however, when asked about him, made
sure to mention the publication of his poetry proudly. Vanity Fair
magazine even asked to see some, and ended up printing a funny one Josh had
written for Meredith, entitled 'FreckleFace', as an accompaniment to
Meredith's interview.
And the parties! Every night, it seemed there were preOscar parties.
Josh tried very hard not to get overwhelmed, and mostly succeeded.
Meredith met one of her competitors, Ellen Briar, at one. Ellen Briar was
an actress that Meredith had always admired, but never met. She impressed
the older actress with her grace and class.
Finally, it was time for the ceremony.
Meredith got into a stunning black dress that again made Josh weak in
the knees, much to Meredith's delight. Another limo ride, and they entered
into paparazzi hell.
"I haven't been photographed this much in my life," Josh joked.
After enduring the photofest, they found their seats. Meredith's
parents were behind them. Tim Hicks, who had been nominated for Director
of the Year for a different film, sat next to them, with his wife. Dan
Aufberg, the producer of the film, was right in front.
"Do you have a speech ready?' Josh asked Meredith.
"Nah, what's the point? I have no chance. Even Tim says so," she
laughed.
"You should always have a speech, though," Tim told her.
"Ah, if lightning strikes, I'll just wing it."
They sat through some of the other awards, and a few production numbers.
Best Supporting Actress was actually fairly early in the show, so they
didn't have to wait long.
Meredith grabbed Josh's hand, but was at ease and not expecting to win.
"If I thought I had a chance, I'd be more nervous," she said to Josh and
Tim with a laugh. "I hope Ellen Briar wins, actually. Unless, of course,
lightning does strike."
Lightning struck.
"And the Oscar goes to," intoned veteran actor Don Jones, "Meredith
Fowler!"
Her jaw dropped to the floor. Her eyes got all wide. "I won? I won?"
she squeaked in a disbelieving tone. Josh, Tim, Dan, and her parents were
jumping around and yellingand Meredith could scarcely believe it.
"Honey, you need to get up there," Josh whispered to her with a smile.
Recovering herself just a bit, she gave Josh's hand a squeeze and then
walked up to the stage, slightly dazed. She was presented with the Oscar,
and took a couple of seconds to visibly compose herself.
"Forgive me, I'm stunned," she said.
She took a deep breath.
"I don't have anything prepared, because I didn't think I had a chance,
but I know what I want to say," Meredith began.
"Everybody's got a laundry list. Thanks to the Academy, thanks to my
agent, thanks to Dan Aufberg, the producer and Bill Singleman, the
director. Thanks to the cast and crew, especially my buddy Christian Houle,
who was a delight to work with, and Tim Hicks, from whom I have learned
more about acting than I will ever repay.
"However, that's not the important part. I want to dedicate this award
to three people. First, my parents. They have supported me and loved me
throughout my whole career. They have walked the fine line between
guidance and freedom better than I thought it could be done. They have
supported my choices, and stepped in to make the hard choices themselves
when they thought I needed it. They've always been right. Mom and Dad, I
love you."
"One of the hard choices they made was to move me out of Hollywood and
to Lamawakka, New York. They did this because they thought I was too
caught up in acting and had lost touch with Meredith the person. The
problem was, at that point, I wasn't sure who Meredith the person was. I
was lucky enough to meet a guy who kept digging and digging until he
revealed the real Meredith. And then he fell in love with her. Which is a
good thing, because she fell in love with him."
"We all get jaded after a while, being here. One of the neat things
about him is he's not jaded, and can come with me to an event like this
and, with his outsider's eyes, looks upon it all with wonderand his
perspective grounds me. He's my rock, he's my anchor. And, because I have
him in my life, this award"she held up the Oscar"is less important, but
more special. It's less important because he made me realize that there is
more to me than being an actress, and I needed to find that. But, it's
more special, because I can see it through his eyes, and see what an
accomplishment it is, and see how proud he is of me. Which makes me proud
of myself.
"This wouldn't have meant nearly as much to me if he hadn't been sitting
there, holding my hand, when they called my name."
"I love you, Josh."
"Thank you."
She left the stage to thunderous applause.
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This little tidbit is for those reading the Book who think something
is missing in episode 7 and 8. Episode 8 will soon be posted.
This story shows how one story begets another... The following is
from the "Biltmor Rehabiliatation Institute's" files. The Institute
is a entity within the universe of The Book. If you've been reading
The Book you'll have the background...
The story is a mind control short piece, nonconsensual m/f,
contains a minor, although about 17.
Hit 'n' to skip this...
From the Files of the Institute
Case AY0001
Memo: status private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Andrew Young, case AY0001
Dt: June 16, 1979
Dave,
I thought the following information would be of interest. This is
the summary of debriefing from the field agents combined with the
thiopental sessions from the subject and his coven.
You should note, our tech writers insist a narative form is
better for the synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't
the normal form seen in the literature.
If you want detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of
the subject's and coven's questioning, I'm afraid you will need to
come for a visit. Security will not allow removal of material from
this site.
Subject was 19 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over
2 years at that time.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT AY0001, INITIAL EXPERIENCE, DISCOVERY OF TALENT:
There was a noise Andy kept hearing lately. It was very annoying. He'd
be sitting in class, especially when sitting behind Ann.
Ann always made him nervous. She was the prettiest girl in school. He
wanted to ask her out, but he never traveled in the same social
circles.
When she was in front of him, the noise was more like a single voice.
He kept hearing things about makeup, dinner, ink leaking from pens,
and stuff. Every now and then it was something about pain. This last
seemed to happen once a month for a few days.
The voices kept coming. Last week he could have sworn he heard his
mother tell him to take out the trash, and did it. Before he realized
she was in the front yard, while he was in the kitchen.
Then the other day, his best friend, Eddie, had him over for the
night. Eddie's parrents were away for the weekend. Only Eddie's sister
Paige would be there to annoy them. They were hanging out, talking
about how they'd go to the same college and stuff, when Paige walked
by.
He swore she'd said something about little dweebs, and walked on. But
he thought he could still hear her talking about organizing her phone
calls, getting the laundry started, picking the dress she'd wear to
some dance coming up, and some gooshing romance stuff about a guy
named Jim.
He told Eddie to wait. He was going to go see if she'd really called
them dweebs. But Eddie came along anyway.
"Hey Paige?" he said, standing at the laundry room's door.
"What is it Andy?" she responded while dumping some dirty stuff on
the floor. She was certain the pink dress she wanted was somewhere in
the hamper.
"The pink one is in the other hamper, I saw your mother put it in
about an hour ago," he offerred.
She stopped and stared at him, her jaw hanging wide open.
"How did you know I wanted the pink dress?"
"You just said," but he knew she hadn't said anything about it.
Eddie was starting the dance of bathroom need. He dashed away, leaving
Andy to explain to the older girl just what he'd said. He'd seen a
cloud of anger gathering about her face.
"You wouldn't understand," he tried to cover.
"You just try me buster. If you two guys are trying to pull something
on me, I'm gonna have your hides."
God how nice she looked, he thought. It'd be neat to get a look at
those tits she sticks out so far when she's pissed.
"If you guys think for one minute," she began pulling the sweat shirt
out of her jeans. "That you're gonna bother me tonight, you'll have a
war on your hands."
She lifted the material above her breasts, which at the moment were
unencumbered by a bra. The skin was clear and firm, showing a full two
or three handfuls at each tit, tipped with a rubbery looking red brown
nipple on either side. The nipples hardened perceptively as the cooler
air hit them.
"You can get the hell outa here, right now," she added to her diatribe
for effect. She seemed unaware of her partial nudity before him. She
lowered the front of her shirt again as he turned to leave.
He was stunned. Staggering back to Eddie's room, he thought about what
happened. He resolved not to tell Eddie about it.
They chatted for a while longer, played a computer game, and talked
about Ann's nice figure.
Eddie fell asleep first. His snoring was enough to keep Andy wide
awake though. After a few moments, Andy got up. He wondered if Paige
was still awake.
Stepping silently from between the covers, he felt around for a pair
of slippers to wear. He'd have to pad about bare foot, since he
couldn't quite find them in the dark.
He worked his way across the mess strewn bedroom and out to the
partly lit hallway. Eddie hadn't stirred.
Down the hall he heard a female voice, one side of a conversation. He
crept closer to Paige's bedroom's door. He was able to open it about
34 inches to get a better view into the room. Inside was Paige, in
the buff, talking to someone on the phone.
Her body was stretched out across her bed, feet hanging off the sides.
She would curl her toes, and kick the foot up towards her slender
little bottom. He couldn't see her boobs, they were underneath, but
her hair was a little longer than over her shoulders and curled
nicely from a recent perm.
"Oh James!, you know how badly I want you. How desperately I need to
see you." Then there was a quiet pause.
"I'm completely naked, just sitting here thinking of you."
Again a little pause, after which she giggled.
"If you want, of course."
She rolled onto her back, she would like this she thought. Bob heard
it as though she'd said it aloud. Her tits were now out and in view.
With her free hand, she began to knead the soft flesh, occasionally
squeezing her nipples. When her hand manipulated her nipples, her eyes
shuttered closed until she moved her fingers elsewhere.
"Oh, it feels so good love." Pause.
"No, I haven't touched it yet. No. The short hairs are curling into
little balls of silk fine thread. I'm a little wet. I can see the
hairs at the opening are getting soaked." pause.
"I'm moving my hand along the insides of my thighs, giving myself the
gentle caress you always do."
Andy saw her part her legs, exposing the furry patch between. The
moist red outer lips of her pussy were visible as well. She dipped a
finger into the opening, letting out a light moan as she did.
His prick was getting hard inside the pajamas he'd brought over. He
reached down and began to pull at his organ.
"Uh, yes Jim, I've got my fingers inside, I'm imagining it's you
inside me. Oh God, you're so good to feel. Oh yes, yes, don't stop now
Jim, I'm just getting started."
Her hips began rotating movements against her fingers. Her hand was
now moving quickly, stopping to rub the top of her vulva's flesh, then
returning to the penetration of her cunt.
"Oh Jim, yes, you make me so hot, yes I want you to take me. Please
fuck me Jim." her voice had become low and breathy. Her eyes were
staying closed now. Her head moved from side to side. It looked like a
struggle to keep the phone against the side of her head.
"OHHH!, yes I love you. I want you. I need you now!" she squeeled into
the phone. Her body was rhythmically bouncing off the bed. She was
unable to hold onto the telephone as she reached orgasm. Her lurching
movements continued a moment, then stopped.
Panting she picked the phone up.
"Hi again." "Did you?" "It was great." "God yes, I can hardly wait."
"Too bad you couldn't visit while my folks were away." "Love you, bye
bye."
She hung up the phone, and saw Andy standing there, his cock stiff in
his hand.
"YOU! you little snoopy twerp!" she began.
But he was concentrating on what happened earlier, when she was doing
the laundry. He'd wished to see her breasts then, now they were
already exposed. Now he tried to imagine her, wrapping her lips around
his cock, and sucking him off.
"You're gonna get in a lot of trouble snooping on me when I'm on the
phone," she spoke as she marched her naked body over to the door,
opening it very wide. She started to tell him how Jim would tear him
to shreds, but as she continued talking, she knelt. A moment later
she took his penis in one hand, held his bottom with the other, and
plunged his cock between her lips.
"Yeah!" was all Andy could say. In only a moment his jism spewed
forth, into her mouth, and down her throat. She continued to suck,
until nothing further came out.
He concentrated on her wanting to invite him into her bed, to make
torrid love as long as possible. At this point, she was kneeling
before him naked, with a look of uncertainty. She seemed confused,
like why had she blown a kid she was throwing out of her room. But
she knew now she was horny and this youngster was just what she
needed. He heard it coming before her mouth formed the words.
"Your kinda cute Andy, how about you keep me company for a few
minutes?"
He grinned, knowing his luck had just picked up, and stepped over to
the bed. She helped him peel off his sleep wear, and planted a soft
wet kiss against his mouth.
Her lips were velvet light on his own, her tongue a serpent of
excitement within his mouth. She pulled his hand to her breasts,
allowing him his first touch of a woman's tit.
He was pleased at the supple feel of compliant flesh. The nipple
stiffened up quickly. Her mouth exuded a full sigh of joy into his
own. She rubbed her crotch against his leg, getting his leg wet with
her juices. He felt down the bone bumpy skin along her spine to the
crack of her ass.
One hand on her butt, the other pinching the sharp red nipples, Andy
was in ecstasy. Her eyes opened occasionally to look longingly into
his own. Her hair was now moist with sweat at the roots, and slipped
into their kiss when it could.
Her hand was rubbing at his crotch and balls, trying to get another
rise out of him. As he felt her tits, he became aware how each pull or
pinch of the nipples seemed to cause her hips to become more frenzied.
His cock began to harden again.
He slipped his own hand down twixt Paige's moist thighs. Her wetness
was a real serious turnon, his cock becoming very stiff now. He
worked a finger in the folds of her pussy. As his forefinger worked
around, she winced.
"ow, that hurts, be more gentle lover," she admonished. He tried
keeping the finger straighter, running the adjacent thumb along the
top, where he'd seen her rubbing earlier.
"Oh yes! Much better," she sighed.
Her legs parted at this touch. He worked his body up to a sitting
position, allowing him to suckle at her breast. The roughness at the
back of his tongue drew a deep moan from her.
He worked both of the hard nipples with his tongue, delighted as he
switched from one to the other with his mouth. He found biting down
gently with his teeth excited the erect red tips as well, eliciting a
deep moan from Paige.
"God yes, more." she whispered throatily. He was unsure whether she
wanted her tits played with more, or if the thumb and forefinger he
was using on her cunt were what she was after.
He jambed down harder with his thumb. She rewarded his effort by
thrusting her pelvis back against him. Her bucking became more furious
as he concentrated on making her come. He felt a bump of harder flesh
with his thumb and as he rubbed it, her head swung wildly from side to
side.
"AAIIIIEEEEE!" she started with a scream but supressed as much noise
as she could, not wanting her brother to hear.
She lay panting trying to recover her breath.
He worked around between her legs. She looked up at him anxiously.
There was a nervous look in her eyes. She lifted her legs, and he
rubbed her cunt lips with the tip of his prick.
"Oh my." she whispered, anxiety in her tone.
He pressed it in a little. It went in slowly, with difficulty. He
adjusted his hips a bit, and it slid in a little more easily.
"aaaah!" came from his own mouth.
"My, oh my," she said, looking at where his cock was embedded. "I
never thought it would feel like this."
He gulped. He'd assumed from her phone call she'd been fucking Jim
regularly, and knew exactly what to do.
"You mean you never actually fucked before?"
"No, I mean, Jim and I were waiting for me to be on the pill for a
whole month first..."
Great, he thought. Why didn't I hear her thinking about that? Well, he
was in now, and damn if he was gonna pull out.
"How long have you been on the pill now?"
"Two weeks."
"I hope it's long enough," he began to pump into her. Her hips helped
him, undulating slowly in concert with his motions, "so what have you
and Jim done then?"
"Oh a little necking, heavy petting. I blow him, he eats me. Some
times we've been very interested in getting started. So I let him,
well you know."
"uh, uh," no he didn't know. But she said it inside her head. He could
feel her imagining Jim's long hard dong up her ass. He almost lost his
rhythm. "YOU TOOK HIM UP YOUR ASS?!"
Her face a red color, she turned it to the side. Her body kept moving
with his but she'd closed her eyes completely. Embarrassed, she didn't
say anything.
"Paige, Paige?" he tried softly to get a response. She was beginning
to bounce her chin with the rhythm of their sexual motion. Her mouth
opened a fraction, showing a row of teeth being caressed lightly by
her little pink tongue.
"Paige, if he fucked your ass, I want to fuck your ass too."
"Do you really?" she turned surprised, and somewhat pleased. "Oh god,
this feels so nice. Having a man inside me, I mean."
"After this, what do, uh, we do so I can enter your hershey highway?"
"Hershey Highway?, where do you get these wierd names?"
"Never mind, ungh, do we need to do anything special?"
"No, I kinda like it, all we need is something to lubricate me as you
get in."
"Good, I'm gonna come soon."
"Oh good, fuck me baby, fuck me like I've never been fucked before,"
she didn't even realise the double meaning in her own words.
He started pounding away hard enough to make the bed rock. Her face
was sweating from the activity. Bouncing in and out of her slit made
his cock feel so nice, he just didn't want to stop.
He really wanted to see her face as she came again. He intently
focused on watching her, willing her to orgasm so he could watch as he
came. Almost instantly her face started to contort into the instensity
he'd seen before, twisting her muscles, stretching her mouth wide. Her
head shook violently, her hair flopped recklessly above. She bawled
out an orgasmic screech, squelching as much noise as she could. Her
orgasm didn't end either, he was watching still, concentrating on
seeing all of it.
Seeing her go over brought him to the edge of his own chasm. He felt
the pressure welling up within. It came up from the bottom of his
pleasure and swelled beyond all proportion, flooding her with gushing
liquid. He swore he could feel his cock throbbing inside of her,
vibrating from the heavy flow of semen.
As he came down from this high, she gasped for air, finally finished
with the heavy orgasm she'd received. She was totally limp underneath
him. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving the air in and out. He
was pretty spent as well. Between his intense pleasure watching her
orgasm, and his own orgasm, he felt like just going to sleep.
A moment later she did just that. But he got up.
He walked to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and took a quick
warm shower. As he dried off, he spotted the baby oil over the sink.
He filled a cup with cold water and walked back to Paige's room.
She was sleeping lightly. A little shoulder shaking and she smiled at
him. He decided he wouldn't need the water.
"Hello lover."
"Shall we try your back door now?"
"Now!?"
"Sure now, I brought the baby oil, and I'm sure you can help me get it
up again." She looked at him dubiously. He could tell she thought she
was too tired, too blown away by the unbelievably strong release she'd
only just had. He thought at her again. He thought at her that she was
horny still, and had at least one more thrill coming.
She perked up immediately.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. You sit at the edge of the bed, and I'll
try to suck you to erection." she pertly offered up.
Following her direction he sat at the edge of the bed. She got up, her
firm boobs bouncing as she went. Standing immediately before him, she
spread her legs as if to do exercises, tilted her head back, and with
both hands stroked her hair down behind her. The globes formed by her
tits stretched tightly, poking towards Andy's face. He reached out to
both of them and pinched gently on the nipples.
"Oh yeah, that feels nice," she held the pose a few moments. Andy
could tell she'd only meant to stretch, but was enjoying the
stimulation her nipples received. "Oh yeah."
Finally, she knelt down in front of him, with an elbow over either
leg. Her hands began to rub on the still damp prick.
"What a nice cock you've got Andy." She smiled up at him enticingly.
He moved a hand across her cheek, resting his middle finger against
her soft lips. He leaned her head into his palm. As her hands were
still doing all the work on his prick, he inserted the finger into
her mouth he'd rested at her lip.
She sucked the finger greedily into her mouth, running her tongue over
the knuckles and nail. She moved her lips up and down the length of
the finger, while squeezing and pulling on his cock in the same way
with her hands.
He laid back, spreading his arms to either side. Now that Paige's
mouth wasn't worshiping his finger, she devoured his manhood. The
limp, well not entirely, penis was completely enveloped between her
lips. For measure, she also sucked his balls into her mouth as well.
After a moment the organ became harder, and she could only fit the
trunk of his cock into her mouth. As it stiffened, she concentrated on
getting the tip as heavily stimulated as her tongue and lips could
make it. Every third or fourth stroke, she tried to plunge the head
past her mouth, into her throat.
Really stiff now, he tapped her shoulder and sat up.
"Okay," she said, positioning herself on the bed. "take some of the
baby oil, warm it between your palms, and coat your prick with it."
She knelt on the edge of the bed, facing into the bed. She put her
shoulders down against the matress and turned her face left, to see
how Andy was doing.
"Warm a little more up, and work it around my asshole, and in with
your fingers." She reached back to her ass and pulled the cheeks
further apart for him.
He rubbed, as she'd directed, the oil on his cock. It felt real nice.
Maybe he should use this for masturbation too. Although he figured
with this thought control stuff, he'd never want for pussy, not ever.
He poured a little more oil on his hand. He worked some warmth into it
then reached out to her tush. Seeing her face mushed helplessly
against the bed helped keep his cock erect. He began to play his hands
over the lovely skin of her buttocks. Her passive position allowed him
a lot of leeway over when he actually entered her.
He slipped his middle finger into the tiny rosette nestled between her
cheeks. He worked the oil in, then added some more. She moaned, a light
sound as he touched this most intimate part of her body.
"Yess..." came muffled from the soon to be violated woman. "Now when
you enter, do it slowly. It may be tight, but you'll fit."
Using his hand, he rubbed his prick's head against the tiny opening.
She let out a little gasp in anticipation. Shudders ran through her
body, expecting the initial thrust at any moment.
He pressed the head of his prick into her.
"OH!" she yelped.
He could read her amazement at how startled it made her each time a
cock entered her nether hole. He pushed in another inch. A gasp came
from the now completely pinned girl.
"Don't stop now," she gasped out. "it's just getting good!"
He pressed forward, again only another inch. He relished the meeting
of their flesh, her grasping rectum and his rock hard prick. Pushing
on, he lodged himself in her to the hilt. The sensation was of strong
suction, and squeezing. Her muscled cavity was trying to eject him. He
could sense the tingling feeling she was getting from her overfull
ass.
Now that he was in, he began sliding out again. And in. Slowly he
build momentum, reaching around to play with her cunt. Her free arm
was moving to allow her hand access to one of her nipples. Her other
hand worked underneath to her pussy, and ended up stroking the hand he
was using at her crotch.
He fucked her madly. Her ass came pounding back at him, and with a
smack, his balls rocked forward against her frontal cavity.
She moaned, gasped, and whimpered as his antics at her back door
accelerated. Soon he felt the squeezing pulses of flowing semen flood
up through his plumbing and into hers. He shouted out his pleasure.
She continued to beg, plead and whimper for him to keep fucking her.
She finally let loose a spasm of release, and commenced to cry. He
held her, draped across her back, leaving her pinned beneath.
Crying still, she dropped into a deep slumber, not to wake even as he
popped his penis free of her tight ass. He rolled her onto her back
and covered her with the blankets.
Then Andy snuck back to his bed in Eddie's room. Paige had been great
fun. And Ann was going to be sweet when he got her alone.
He went to sleep imagining how many ways he would take Ann.
====
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love these little tidbits Dave, I'll send more if I can sneak them
out Jack
Jeez, and this was to be a really short piece. Just didn't work out as
short as I'd intended.
Blackie
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Another side tale in the universe of The Book.
This is another from the files of the Institutes in which a telepath
picked up by the institute has been 'debriefed'.
There were some interesting suggestions for The Book that may not
get used there, but since this little outlet for more Book universe
stories has been created, I thought, well, what the hey.
This is nonconsensual, m/f, f/f. mind control, power trip stuff, ah,
er, there's a sex change trip in this one... it's not what I intended
when I started, but that's the direction the story went.
Hit 'n' now to skip this...
From the Files of the Institute
Case WT0002
Memo: status private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: William Thompson, case WT0002
Dt: February 12, 1980
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject and his coven.
Our tech writers insist a narrative form is better for the
synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't the normal
form seen in the literature.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 24 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over
8 years. Um, there were some real oddities to the capture of this
spark. You may guess what type of oddities after reading this.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT WT0002, MATURE TELEPATHIC OPERATIONS
William, Bill as he preferred to be called, had been through this
before. Over the last six years he'd learned to use his talent well.
He was bored and looking for a new thrill for his sexual release.
It had begun when he went on 'Safari' in Kenya with his father. It
wasn't a real Safari, but some kind of archeological dig his dad
worked at. His mother was anxious since she and his father had been
divorced since he was eight. She was worried the boy's father
wouldn't let him return. He had.
The strange witch doctor visiting the camp 20 minutes from Malindi
took him off to look at the sea. His father didn't mind, so for a few
hours the two of them, the uniquely painted tribesman, and the boy,
stared out at the Indian Ocean. He told the man he liked to hear the
waves.
The witch doctor told him he should hear the waves people made. He
didn't know what the odd but harmless quack meant, but put up with the
waving of his strange rattles and bones in Bill's direction. The old
geezer was bizarre, but friendly enough.
Soon afterwards the talent settled in. He never knew if he'd always
had the skill or if the shaman had woken something new in him. But
afterwards, ever afterwards, he could read minds and manipulate them.
On the flight home, he'd listened in to the thoughts about him with
interest, experimenting on the waitresses, ah, stewardesses, to learn
how to control them. They brought him anything he asked for, even
moved him to the empty first class section of the cabin.
His first sexual conquest had been his own mother when he got home.
She'd been in his sex fantasies since he was fourteen. And after his
African journey she was not only a willing sex partner, but educated
him in many unusual possible sex practices.
After that, there was a string of girls in high school, then in
college. He was erratic in his collection of playthings, keeping only
one or two at a time. He became quite well known in his schools for
being able to get into any girl's pants on a bet.
Once he took a teacher, in front of his clates, simply on a
wager. It was easy making it look as though he publicly seduced her,
but anyone who really thought about it might wonder just what
happened that day. He had to perform a lot more work afterwards.
Covering up the incident, so she didn't lose her job, so he didn't get
in trouble.
In college he won heavily at poker, but was only marginally better
than others in competitive sports. He found he could only use so much
of the mind reading talent to compete physically, after all.
Graduated, without cheating in classes, he was out and on his own.
He'd gotten a marketing job with P&G and accumulated a little money.
In time, his talent would take him right up the corporate ladder.
But he tended get bored with the pair of girlfriends he had, changing
them for another couple every few weeks. Typically, he'd pick up a
pair of girls who were already friends and when he dumped them, they
went looking together for another man to share. He liked this odd
little twist.
Bill was hanging out at a roller rink, when a woman, about twentysix,
maybe twentyseven, rolled past, swinging her arms in a way that
displayed her assets nicely. Her five foot eight inch height was
appealing as well, since he liked taller women.
He decided quickly on having her for the night. Watching her, he
admired her long sinuous legs, the way her bottom was formed as she
stroked her way along the rail, and the smile lighting her face. Her
hair was dirty blonde, tied back to keep it away from her eyes. The
swinging arms were hinged to her body in very attractive rounded
shoulders. Her face was more than passing fair.
He probed her gently, planting the idea she should find an excuse to
come talk to him, any excuse. A few minutes later she skidded to a
halt at the nearest exit from the rink.
"Hi, I could help but notice you haven't been skating much." her voice
sparkled, the face lit up with consummate joy.
"I was waiting for you to invite me."
"Consider yourself invited," she yanked him out into the rink, not
quite what he'd had in mind, but what the hell. The jaunt might be a
fun little exercise.
He wasn't very good, so he gathered from her mind and muscles the
necessary skill for skating, and started to use some of the newly
learned ability. She seemed pleased he could keep up with her.
They zipped around the rink a few times, then he began to perform some
of the little stunt twists, backward skating, and the skate dancing
she liked to display herself. His balance was tricky, but it worked.
"My boyfriend isn't as good as you."
Boyfriend? Ah, yes, the man glaring at us from the area of the
concession stand. He probed the guy, making him interested in finding
another girl and forgetting this one. Hmm. What was her name? Poking
about, rather than asking, he found it, she was Sally.
"Sally, what do you say, shall we go have some dinner?"
"Well my boyfriend," and she began to forget the now vanished
boyfriend, "gee, I guess that would be cool."
He enjoyed the shimmering motions of her backside as she stepped out
of the rink, and headed for her locker. She changed into her sneakers,
oh my we must change that he thought, and hung the skates around the
back of her neck. He turned in his rented ones, getting his own shoes
on his feet.
Her date had brought her, so taking her in his car was no problem. He
drove directly home. At the door, Jill and Peggy greeted him, happy to
see he'd brought a playmate. But he shooed them off, telling them to
get dinner for his guest.
Sally looked dubious at the idea of some guy having her to dinner at
his house and having his live in housemates preparing the food, but
he easily calmed her fears. He sent soothing thoughts into her mind,
encouraging her to go along, enjoying the moment.
"Well Sally, now we will start a little experiment. You're going to
help."
"Oh boy!" a little too cheerfully.
"I want you to go in the bedroom and lie down for a while."
She frowned, but did as he told her. His manipulations made her
drowsy. Moments later she was sound asleep.
He was uncertain he could do what he intended. He'd been curious about
women for some time, more than just using them. He wanted to try,
well, try on the body of a woman for a while. A little like changing
his clothing. It was something appealing to his sense of adventure.
He went to the spare bedroom, the unused one, there being several
others in use by his house pets. He lay down and made himself
comfortable.
He began by putting his own body to sleep. He'd found some time ago
this was possible now, with his center, his self, still alert and
active. Meticulously, he began taking over Sally's body. He started by
controlling her arms, then her legs. He slowly connected every length
of nerve into his self center. He began to feel the soft contact of
the bed to her body, and air lapping over her face.
He could hear the sounds of the dishes being done. There were the
sounds of giggling women, sharing some sort of gossip as well. She
stood. Er, he, well the body he was using, Sally's, stood.
The balance seemed odd. She was muscular, but the added weight on her
chest was a touch off expectations. S/he looked in the mirror. She
looked pretty yummy. The crotch seemed to dampen immediately. Oh!, she
thought, I've got a cunt. Startled at the gender assumption in her new
mind, she probed her old body, finding it in a mental form of stasis.
Well, she thought, lets try this out a little. She summoned Jill from
the kitchen.
Jill came in momentarily, long black hair flowing back from her head,
almost forming a lovely mane. Jill was almost five feet tall, slender
with firm, not overly large, breasts. She wore heels bringing her
height up a bit. Her stockings were perfectly smooth, and the come
fuck me outfit she wore was a tight fitting knee length dress, with a
body tight sleeveless tshirt.
Sally, because now she was Sally, realized she still had on her skating
outfit. With her legs exposed, the short skirted exercise dress was
buttoned up the front as one piece, right up to her cleavage.
Jill looked confused by meeting Sally here, but knew Bill's directions
were frequently odd, and she always enjoyed what he had her do.
"Are we waiting for Bill?"
"No we're go to do without Bill tonight."
"Oh." Sally walked around Jill, savoring the confusion radiating from
the other woman. She issued a mental command to Jill, to obey her and
enjoy everything she did to Jill.
"Stand still for me."
Jill twitched, but settled into a pose for Sally. Sally reached out
and drew her fingers along the other woman's red lips. They jutted out
a little in a pucker as she pressed her red fingernail tip into Jill's
mouth.
Sally slid the finger all the way in, allowing Jill to lash her tongue
along Sally's skin. She took her time moving it about, knowing the
tip was actually in Jill's throat. Bill had trained Jill not to allow
her gag reflex to interfere with the pleasure of entering her throat.
Sally worked around Jill's side. Jill's dress zipped down the back.
She opened Jill's zipper, sliding the metal shank slowly down to the
end. Bill had the women go braless and panty free about the house, so
the skin Sally found on Jill's back was not covered by bra straps.
Sally enjoyed tracing her fingernails, about a quarter inch past the
tips of her fingers in a scratching motion along the other woman's
skin. White lines from the claw like attack left white trails on the
surface of the epidermis.
Jill was gasping her pleasure at the attack on her back. Sally's
finger still in Jill's mouth made this a difficult task. Sally let out
a little giggle, to her own surprise.
"My name is Sally," she said, "and I want to hear how everything
feels."
She took her finger out of Jill's mouth. Then she stepped behind Jill
and started to nuzzle the exposed neck, while wrapping her slim arms
around Jill's middle and taking hold of the bouncy tits she knew would
be there.
Jill hung her head forward, letting out a slight moan.
"Your hands feel very soft on my breasts, so nice, so good.. I like
the way you're pulling them in handfuls, it's pleasant and ooooh
yes," this last accompanied a tight pinch at both nipples by Sally's
strong thumb and fingers. "I like that, your tongue on my neck is
sending goose bumps down my spine. You, oh, you can get a little
rougher on my nipples, it makes my knees weak. God yes. I want to turn
and feel you too, but I know I must stand still here. It makes me hot
to be used like this. Your lips on by earlobe are hot and, oh god!, I
want to drop. Please don't stop pulling at my nipples, oh god!"
"You don't have to talk anymore if you don't want to."
Sally stepped back, and yanked the house dress uniform off Jill,
dropping it down around the woman's ankles. Of course this left the
stockings on. They were the old style stockings, held by a garter
belt, and hooks. Bill had liked this, Sally felt this was good too.
The high heels kept Jill standing with her bottom jutting back
slightly.
She stepped against the other woman's bottom, relishing the feel of
Jill's skin. Jill leaned back into her as her tongue explored Jill's
ear. Jill's hands reached back and caressed Sally's blonde tresses as
Sally worked the flats of her teeth along the naked skin of Jill's neck
and shoulders.
Sally felt her scalp prickle with the other woman's gentle caress. The
nails scraped lightly along her hair roots, giving her an eye closing
sensation. She let the other woman run fingers through her hair a
while, reaching around to feel the naked breasts she was longing to
suck.
As she began to twiddle with Jill's nipples, Jill turned her head and
pulled her forward in a delectable full mouthed kiss. Her tongue was
snapped at lightly by hungry and gentle teeth.
For several minutes, the two stood embraced, Sally holding Jill from
behind, lips locked together, neither able to hold their eyes open for
more than a few moments.
Sally felt her breasts were confined. Breaking the kiss she was
astounded to realize she was still completely dressed.
"Undress me Jill."
The other woman smiled lecherously. She began by unbuttoning the
skating uniform from the chest down, exposing Sally's bra, an
underwire support type. When she finished the last button, she peeled
the shoulder and arms of the outfit down along Sally's body, exposing
soft light brown skin as she went. Finally, Sally stepped free from
the outfit and kicked it to one side. Jill began unhooking the back of
her bra, and Sally turned towards the mirror to admire her own body a
second time.
As Jill removed the panties she wore, she looked at her heavy
knockers. They hung a little more than Bill would be thrilled with,
being somewhat larger than seemed right for her body. Her nipples were
large brown disks, tipped with slightly darker knobs of flesh. Her
hips were slender forming an hour glass shape worthy of admiration,
the legs were long and shaped down to narrow but strong ankles. The
sensation she got touching her own boobs was very electric, not
jolting, just a tingling rush.
Jill stood behind her now, and on her own, without direction, began to
cup the undersides of her breasts. Jill's face was pressed against the
back of Sally's shoulders. Her nipples pressed into Sally's back, hard
from her arousal.
Sally felt a hand work around to her fuzzy hairs. The slender fingers
were stroking across the curly little pubic fuzz with a skilled and
practiced motion. Sally began to feel weak in her knees. The caresses
were forcing her body into surges of motion, nice surges, but not ones
she'd planned.
She could feel her chest cavity suck in air more rhythmically, a
rhythm Bill could match, but had never managed to produce smoothly
on his own.
She gasped out an "OH!", and through her lust driven haze could make
out her body in the mirror, shuddering and curling into the
administrations Jill was performing.
A finger touched something between her legs and her knees all but
buckled. The heat and energy generated between her thighs was making
her drip. She could feel a few drops making their way down the
insides of her legs. She crossed one knee in front of the other,
holding that leg up on tip toe.
She was standing there, being held by a very attractive brunette,
being moved to ecstasy, and not in control of her body at all. The
fingers between her thighs slipped inside her. She felt the motion
with a slow motion quality of unreal objectivity. The intruding
finger was sending irresistible signals through her panting, gyrating
torso. It was a control point, permitting Jill to own her orgasm.
And the orgasm was coming to. The explosion sent her head waving about
in circles. Her hair slapped her in the face, and she heard a scream.
Then another. It wasn't until the third scream she realized it was her
own.
She slumped, the strong arms of the other woman holding her up until
she recovered enough to use her own legs.
When Sally did recover, she led Jill to the bed.
Sally lay down alongside Jill and started playing with the other
woman's nipples. Leaning forward, she covered the nipples of Jill's
tits with her tongue, one at a time.
Jill closed her eyes and kept her arms spread wide. Sally sucked the
succulent nipples into her mouth, rolling them about with her tongue.
She pulled and nipped at them, as Jill moaned and rolled her head.
The rubbery knobs of flesh remained sharply erect as Sally pinched
them between her own thin red nailed fingers. Her amorous acquaintance
was making the most delightful moaning sounds. The trail she began to
trace down the woman's tummy with her tongue ended as she reached the
jet black garter belt.
Rubbing her shoulders against the slippery stockings Jill wore, she
moved into position so the shoes Jill still had on were laying against
the middle of her back. Sally started to lick the skin around the
labia before her.
Her fingers touched the furry patch of the brunette, seeking out the
opening to the inner sanctum. The pink, moist pussy lips spread
between her fingers, Sally began to lick the length of the hole. The
taste was, well, bland. But she enjoyed the way Jill's hands had
clamped onto the back of her head, pulling against her to make her
stimulation actions stronger.
Sally tickled the outer cunt lips with her tongue and chin for a
while, allowing her tongue to slide into the cunt the inch or so it
would go. Disappointed at how much penetration her tongue could
achieve, she unwrapped her arms from around one of the silk stocking
covered legs, and inserted her forefinger and middle finger.
Jill bucked against her tongue, and violating fingers. Jill's fist
worked into her own mouth, clenched to white knuckles. The moaning
came in gasps, and Jill's voice pleaded, begging sincerely, to be
allowed to come.
Sally pumped the fingers in and out, lips and teeth nipping at the
clit at the top of the opening. With her free left hand, she managed
to reach for the right tit. She could see the mounds of Jill's
breasts, heaving as Jill arched her back and kicked with her legs.
The spasms of orgasm began, and Jill began to thrash about wildly.
The primal scream stretched into a screech, and Jill's thighs clamped
the head between them tightly. Jill continued to hump wildly for a few
moments, but Sally knew she'd be unable to come again without special
help. Telepathic help.
Jill started to come off the high, gasping and wheezing for breath
after her exertion. The pink glow about her face was pleasing to
behold.
Sally, feeling the need, stepped into the bathroom to pee.
After experiencing a woman's use of the toilet, Bill's center began to
attempt reattaching to his own body. The nerves for the extremities
first, then the more complex nervous systems, then he dropped himself
back into himself.
It felt odd to be a man, the balance was odd without the weight at the
chest. There was something extra in her, er, his pants. Thinking what
he'd done, the lump there stiffened substantially. There was a
strange dislocation, the angle of view was higher, and the motions
restricted by the bones in the pelvis. He stood and looked at himself
in the mirror. Bill was back.
Sally, very confused, and disturbed about her nudity with another
woman, was still in the other bedroom. He changed her, programming her
mind to be in love with him, willing to do anything he requested.
He was going in to fuck her, to fuck himself, to just fuck. One of
the best sessions of masturbation he could imaging would be plunging his
prick in the cunt that would be his on occasion.
For a while, he'd have three playthings. He would be using her again,
perhaps in new and different ways.
====
On a sheet paper clipped to the back of the manuscript: "Dave, we
weren't sure we got this spark until we had all of his coven locked
away too. You wouldn't believe how scared the brass were over this
one. Jack"
Ah yes, those suggestions can lead to unusual stories.
The Book is still being worked on. Episode 9 is in progress.
Blackie
"Young lady, get yourself a cucumber,
it'll stay hard for a week,
and it won't talk back to you."
Dr. Ruth
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Another side tale in the universe of The Book, 'from the files of
the Institute'. Suggested by a reader comment.
This story's characters are not based on anyone real. Any resemblance
to anyone living, dead, or otherwise, is strictly coincidental.
The following is a mind control story. A little different from most.
Maybe worse, Idunno. Once again, I'm not sure I like it.
m/f, nonconsensual.
Hit 'n' to skip the story.
From the Files of the Institute
Case MB0004
Memo: status private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Mary Benson, case MB0004
Dt: April 21, 1980
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject. This one didn't have the usual coven.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 29 when she was picked up. She was a spark for over
3 years. She doesn't project the way some of the others do.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT MB0004, MATURE TELEPATH, RECEIVER
She'd been working in the test lab for the last two years before the
incident happened.
They were working on the irradiated version of the formulae, hoping
to reproduce the batch accidentally produced over 5 months ago. There
was profit promised by the strange drug.
She was the last one in the lab, cleaning up the mess. Disappointment
flared, it seemed like too much work to reproduce the original liquid.
When the beaker fell over, she bent to pick up the broken pieces. Cut,
she was startled and slammed backwards knocking over the table someone
had carelessly left the lead lined gloves on. The gloves brushed along
her legs, something sharp puncturing the skin.
First, the hand with blood dripping had to be dressed. The first aid
kit was adequately supplied for this. Then examining the leg, it was
apparent a small fragment of something had entered her skin.
A splinter. A splinter that shouldn't be possible. She found a pair of
forceps and removed the tiny sliver. Uncertain what it was or where it
really came from she turned on the Geiger counter and watched it tick
angrily. She sealed it away in some lead foil and placed it aside for
Frank to lock away with the other radioactive material later. The
brief exposure from so small an object was unlikely to cause her any
problems, but she logged it anyway. The medical staff would look at
her tomorrow.
After finally clearing away the remaining mess, it was time to go
home.
The bath water was a welcome relief, easing tight sore muscles,
draining tension away slowly. The soothing soaking eased the day into
oblivion. She got out, put on her silk bathrobe and lay down.
She could feel odd thoughts in her head. The college kid in the
apartment next door was thinking about sex. Images of breasts and
naked women began to fill her head.
The young man was working at his arousal with glee, and she couldn't
avoid feeling some arousal herself. As she sat, trying not to feel
too aroused, to escape the sensations, he thought of her. The image
of her at the laundry was improved, a fantasy figure. And as he
thought about feeling her body, she became sharply horny. Exactly as
the imaginary her in his fantasy did.
She was on her feet in no time. Grabbing her keys, she popped into the
hall and knocked at his door.
Frantic sounds came from within, where she knew him to be hiding his
masturbation reading material. He tried to keep the sexual images in
his mind though. Obviously intending to return to the activity once
whoever was at the door left.
"Hello?," he said, opening the door, "Oh yes. Hello Mary. What can I
do for you?" He was dressed only in cutoff jeans and a Stones tshirt.
His brownish black hair tossled from laying down. He opened the door
wider, exposing the sloppily kept apartment.
She stepped past him into the room. His thoughts radiated desire for
her. She couldn't stop them, she knew the heat rising within her
flowed from him.
"I, uh, I haven't seen you recently," she said lamely.
He'd never seen her like this, he thought. Her hair wet, down across
her shoulders, the slinky bathrobe was partially open. A slight touch
of her pale tummy was exposed up to the bottoms of her breasts.
He closed the door.
Her eyes fluttered, breath catching in her throat.
"I...," She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his surprised
face.
Recovering, he pulled him close. Holding her body with his arms
nestled along her back. She drove her tongue into his throat, anxious
to enjoy the lusty body he imagined for himself.
His hands explored her. She could sense the surprised joy inside him,
welling up with it herself. His hardening prick pressed against her
thigh, and the feeling in his crotch filled her's with moisture.
As his fingers entered the slit of the bathrobe, she turned to allow
him easier access to her breasts. The nipples responded with every
touch as he thought how she must enjoy being handled. His belief she
would enjoy rougher treatment led to sharper arousal as he pinched her
nipples.
He felt certain she loved him secretly, or she wouldn't be throwing
herself at him now. The sudden visit was spectacular. She must need me
to take her pretty bad, he thought.
He nipped at the sides of her neck. Whispering breathily into his ear,
she said "I've loved you secretly for a while now. I need you to take
me, badly."
He peeled away the bathrobe, exposing her body, still wet from the
shower. His hands slipped along the curves from her shoulders to her
ass, glorying in the soft naked flesh.
She moaned from excitement. His touch played across her skin as if it
were the keys of a piano. The tiny pressures were delicate and sent
shoots of pleasure from the skin to her throat. At her throat played
a symphony of sexual arousal, a steady stream of moans, changing
pitch and tone as the fingers explored.
He paused to pull off the shorts and tshirt. Two muscular arms lifted
her. She tucked her face into his shoulder. Gently, as though caring
for a rare flower, he placed her on the mattress in the corner.
She wanted to suck him. Yes, she wanted him in her mouth. She could no
longer tell if this was an original thought, or one extracted from his
mind. As he knelt, she took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her
face.
She could see the image of her unblemished face wrapped around him.
His eyes told her the story of how she made love to his cock. Her
tongue was long and velvety, caressing every curve or edge his prick
had. She sucked him in as deeply as possible, astounded as she
suppressed the gag reflex. He'd known she could do it, and he was
actually in her throat, filling her as she'd never been filled.
She stroked her mouth up and down the manthing she was worshiping.
The soft red of her lips gliding along naturally as though she did
this every day. Her excitement was astounding. It rose heavily as she
felt the come enter her throat and wash into her.
He was shouting his joy. She was gleeful at this sensation, the
thought of pleasure received. But she also felt his desire to make her
come as well.
She allowed him to suck and nip at her nipples again. The fire that
raced through her came both from the physical contact and that belief
he had, that this excited her. She'd never felt this flame rise in her
chest before.
Her breathing was becoming more patterned. It was deeper and now had a
rhythm to it. She gasped as his fingers reached between the slender
legs. Palm in, the hand cupped the thatch of hairs, rubbing along the
entire length of the outer vaginal passage.
Her body rose to meet the hand's motion, lunging after it when contact
was broken. A finger thrust into the cavity, finding moist excited
flesh to explore.
The muscles in her vagina twitched tightly around that finger. A wave
like movement began at her waist, her pelvis rolling with exertion.
She knew her breasts would be bruised afterwards, but oddly the
brutal, inexperienced attack was driving her excitement upward.
Her fingers were clenched tightly, the nails biting into her palms.
She found any position her head was in was not right, so she kept
trying, neck muscles bound tight, to find a more comfortable position.
Eyes clamped shut, body flopping about hot and heavy, a sound rose
inside of her. It was a loud aboriginal screech, an incredible
blowout of the lung's contents. The orgasm plowed throughout her body.
She started to relax, realization struck that she wasn't finished. The
dampness in her crotch was waiting for the stretching impact of his
long, hard cock. He hadn't finished yet, his stiff cock rising before
her greedy eyes.
Legs held back above her shoulders, she waited for him to move between
her thighs. He guided himself in, and she felt the engorged lump of
flesh grow within her to gigantic proportions. Aroused again, the
vaginal muscles clamped down as tightly as possible on the intruder.
They humped madly against each other, she trying to force more of the
ridiculously large cock into her, him trying to get more of himself
through the opening. He was trying to hold out for her second orgasm.
The pulsating thrusts got through to her quickly, or maybe the
knowledge he was coming reached into her desire. She began to thrash
about again, screaming her pleasure, demanding he fuck her, swearing
loudly how good it felt. He poured his semen into the depths of her
being, enthralled by the intense response he was getting from fucking
her.
He was please with her. She felt happy he was pleased.
When he pulled out, she could see he wasn't as large as he'd felt. He
was drowsy, and she could feel he thought she was too. Soon, very
soon, she slept.
====
In the morning she found a note. Her new love had gone to work.
Suddenly she realized she was probably late. Rushing into her own
apartment, she rushed through the morning rituals as quickly as
possible. As fast as possible, she was out the door, on her way.
She'd put on the sexiest outfit she had, short red skirt, revealing
blouse, stockings, and pumps with the highest heels she owned. She
knew her lover would be pleased when he saw her.
She got to the bus stop just in time for her bus.
The bus was pretty empty at this part of the route. She knew the next
stop had a man she'd always avoided. His leering always disconcerted
her in the past.
Today he got on and sat across the aisle from her, in the window seat.
Then he looked at her.
His arousal upon seeing her was immediate. She felt the imaginary
hands inside her blouse, cupping the slopes of her breasts. Her breath
caught, a light gasp slipping from her lips.
She put her head against the rail like back of the seat before her. He
was imagining his tongue along the lips of her labia. She could feel
the touch along the now moist cunt. Her hips bucked lightly, a very
unconscious act.
She could feel her breasts arousal, nipples popping erect. Her
breathing had become very irregular. A sigh escaped from the man
across from her. Her mouth could feel the intrusion of his imaginary
tongue, pushing aside her own, exploring her teeth. The sensations
from her groin were hot, fluid motions, arousing desire in addition to
sexual response.
Her fingers gripped the seat beneath tightly. She was completely lost
to the desire climbing within her. Her ass could vividly feel the
imagined lick from a tongue that wasn't there. Breathing was becoming
patterned, matching the thrusts her hips were trying to make.
A moan escaped from her.
The bus stopped for another passenger. She felt a certain relief the
dark shape remained at the front of the bus. She heard the clatter of
the coins in the fare box.
A sudden thrust entered her vagina. Nothing there, but she could sense
an embedded cock plunging in and out. She felt very full, knowing he
could imagine her tightness around his manhood. She could see his hand
on his crotch, rubbing so she could see.
The plunging sensation moved to her ass, forcing a sudden gasp of
surprise from her. The force of the oddly invisible prick lifted her
from the seat in rhythmic plunges of passion. Her mouth would not
remain closed, and her voice betrayed her pleasure at the unseen
intrusion. She found her eyes would not remain open, giving her a
hazy, blurred view of the world about her.
Knowing how far gone she was, she began to play with her own nipples.
The additional feel of being pinched and twisted lured her body
further down the road to orgasm. She rolled her head, hair in her eyes
now, and choked out a gasp as the feeling of intrusion was now present
in both apertures.
Although she knew nothing was there, the sense of fullness was strong,
with her body grinding against the cocks that weren't there. Her arms
lifted themselves behind her neck, as though seized by a pair of
strong hands pulling them violently aside. The assailant then yanked
her shoulders and head back, stretching her breasts against the fabric
of her blouse. Her nipples were now clearly visible underneath, jutting
through the clothe to show their erect state.
Her head was forced over to face the man across, who was now
masturbating freely. Her panting continued to grow heavier, her eyes
open to stare at her psychic assailant. She couldn't know it was her
reception, not his sending, doing this to her.
Her bouncing came to a dramatic conclusion as she bit back an
overwhelming urge to scream. Her body driving into orgasm. The surge
coincided with the stranger's spurting a white stream from his purple
peter. Inside, she could almost feel the sudden deposit of semen, in
both cavities. The seat beneath her would be soaked.
Recovering, she began to collect herself. The stop she needed was just
ahead. Red faced with embarrent, humiliated at the loss of self
control, she slipped past the other passengers. The older women
looked disgusted, she could feel deeply how bad she'd been as she saw
their faces. Her humiliation grew as the women watched her get off.
The teenage boy at the front of the bus seemed pleased, and suddenly
she felt like a heroine in his fantasy. A pride welled at her
performance for this heroic young stud. She hurried off the bus as
his imaginary fingers fumbled with her private parts. She was gasping
on the corner, excited by the idea of his young penis plunging in
between the lips of her cunt.
She was still gasping from the new intrusion, when the bus took the
kid out of range.
She was late after all. Stopping in the woman's room to clean up and
reapply her makeup delayed her. The boss wanted to see her in his
office. Jane said he was in a bad mood too. Matt was always in a bad
mood though.
"Close the door." She could tell he'd been reading a memo from his
boss, and the budget was cut again this year.
Their privacy ensured, he now looked up at her. As he appraised her
with his eyes, she saw the outward professional he always displayed.
Inwards, he was seeing cherry red nipples, the sloping curves of
unbelievable beauty, and a hot to trot little tidbit. She jolted as
sudden sexual desire climbed her spine to her brain.
"I want to talk to you about your tardiness today. I've got five
important studies underway and you...," Matt trailed off, thinking how
nice it would be to peel away the clothing she wore.
"Unngh," was what came from her traitor mouth.
"Are you all right?"
His thoughts though, had her undressing here and now. Begging him
to let her suck his cock.
She stood slowly. Her hands worked together, unbuttoning the top two
buttons of her blouse. Turning away from him, she kicked off the pumps
she'd worn. Looking over her shoulder she could see the man's jaw
hanging open, his eyes wide with astonishment.
She pulled the blouse from the skirt, and wiggled her bottom
seductively. Undoing the rest of the buttons, she made an act of
removing the blouse, exposing her chest to scrutiny. The bra was a
lacy black thing she'd snatched up in a hurry this morning, but
provided concealment to the nipples yet, hinting only at their shapes.
Her red skirt dropped next, unwrapped from her waist carefully,
hinting at the globes of flesh at the back then revealing the black
panties she wore. Matt was amazed how lovely her little bottom was in
black, he could imagine his hands working her derriere free.
She could almost feel the light touch of hands removing the panties,
but they weren't there. She wasn't much more than a dripping,
quivering cunt, waiting for his direct attention.
He walked to her. If he knew he could, Matt would've ordered to stand
poised, arms apart, palms up, for his personal pleasure. He didn't say
it, but she followed the directions despite the heavy silence in the
room.
Standing behind her, he slipped his hands around the front to cup the
ample breasts she all but displayed. Through the fabric of the bra he
could feel the nipples harden. She moaned, aroused as he touched him.
He peeled away the bra and yanked her panties down immediately. She
gasped, suddenly pleased, as he had expected, with her exposed body.
His fingers ran along the crack of her ass. He pulled her to him and
their tongues melded as one in their mouths.
Wavering on the verge of orgasm, she began peeling his clothing away.
It revealed a little paunch, but not much. His hairy chest turned her
on as he knew it would. She played with the hairs, licking the nipples
of his chest with excited passion.
His strong arms lifted her, whimpering with lust, to the flat of his
desk. He lay her back, head hung over his chair. Pulling her legs
apart, he slowly entered her. One inch, two inches. She moaned and her
thrashing knocked papers aside.
Hands clasped into little fists, she waved her arms about as though
uncertain what they could do to help. He was pounding away, excited by
her arousal. He knew she'd come when he did, so her arousal became an
upward spiral, a flight into ecstasy.
He was grunting in time with her throbbing moans. She could feel the
thrusts he made match the humping movements of her hips and waist. She
could feel his hands pinning her to the desk. Finally she found a use
for her hands, exciting him with an increasingly sensual view of her.
Her fingers reached her nipples and pulled. She pinched and stretched
them for his leisure viewing. Matt became very excited wondering how
far she would pull those nipples and how excited it would make her.
The sensations of pain and pleasure sent her farther up the ecstatic
spiral she'd been climbing.
His seed pushed deep within her, she felt the sudden release of
orgasm. She bit back the scream, knowing the secretary outside would
hear. It came out like a hard violent grunt.
Matt collapsed atop her. He knew she'd been yearning to come to him.
She would be glad to screw him any time he wanted. She was thrilled by
his interest in her body. She felt joy at pleasing her boss's desires,
since he knew she loved him deeply.
"I love you deeply Matt," she whispered. He grinned knowing she would
be his secret mistress for as long as he wanted. The hell with Jane,
the bitch had been threatening to tell his wife.
Mary smiled with glee. Matt would surely keep her well while they
slept together in secret...
====
A taped sheet attached to the manuscript: "Dave, This one gave a whole
new meaning to the term Nympho. Almost every guy in the place had her
a few times before we clamped down to restrict the abuses. Jack"
Again, I dunno if I like it. I hope I did the suggestion justice.
Blackie
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Who'd been made by each male in her town,
Her morals were loose
As the bowels of a goose,
And her eyes were a sad rectum brown.
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This little tidbit is for those reading the Book who think something
is missing in episode 7 and 8. Episode 8 will soon be posted.
This story shows how one story begets another... The following is
from the "Biltmor Rehabiliatation Institute's" files. The Institute
is a entity within the universe of The Book. If you've been reading
The Book you'll have the background...
The story is a mind control short piece, nonconsensual m/f,
contains a minor, although about 17.
Hit 'n' to skip this...
From the Files of the Institute
Case AY0001
Memo: status private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Andrew Young, case AY0001
Dt: June 16, 1979
Dave,
I thought the following information would be of interest. This is
the summary of debriefing from the field agents combined with the
thiopental sessions from the subject and his coven.
You should note, our tech writers insist a narative form is
better for the synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't
the normal form seen in the literature.
If you want detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of
the subject's and coven's questioning, I'm afraid you will need to
come for a visit. Security will not allow removal of material from
this site.
Subject was 19 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over
2 years at that time.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT AY0001, INITIAL EXPERIENCE, DISCOVERY OF TALENT:
There was a noise Andy kept hearing lately. It was very annoying. He'd
be sitting in class, especially when sitting behind Ann.
Ann always made him nervous. She was the prettiest girl in school. He
wanted to ask her out, but he never traveled in the same social
circles.
When she was in front of him, the noise was more like a single voice.
He kept hearing things about makeup, dinner, ink leaking from pens,
and stuff. Every now and then it was something about pain. This last
seemed to happen once a month for a few days.
The voices kept coming. Last week he could have sworn he heard his
mother tell him to take out the trash, and did it. Before he realized
she was in the front yard, while he was in the kitchen.
Then the other day, his best friend, Eddie, had him over for the
night. Eddie's parrents were away for the weekend. Only Eddie's sister
Paige would be there to annoy them. They were hanging out, talking
about how they'd go to the same college and stuff, when Paige walked
by.
He swore she'd said something about little dweebs, and walked on. But
he thought he could still hear her talking about organizing her phone
calls, getting the laundry started, picking the dress she'd wear to
some dance coming up, and some gooshing romance stuff about a guy
named Jim.
He told Eddie to wait. He was going to go see if she'd really called
them dweebs. But Eddie came along anyway.
"Hey Paige?" he said, standing at the laundry room's door.
"What is it Andy?" she responded while dumping some dirty stuff on
the floor. She was certain the pink dress she wanted was somewhere in
the hamper.
"The pink one is in the other hamper, I saw your mother put it in
about an hour ago," he offerred.
She stopped and stared at him, her jaw hanging wide open.
"How did you know I wanted the pink dress?"
"You just said," but he knew she hadn't said anything about it.
Eddie was starting the dance of bathroom need. He dashed away, leaving
Andy to explain to the older girl just what he'd said. He'd seen a
cloud of anger gathering about her face.
"You wouldn't understand," he tried to cover.
"You just try me buster. If you two guys are trying to pull something
on me, I'm gonna have your hides."
God how nice she looked, he thought. It'd be neat to get a look at
those tits she sticks out so far when she's pissed.
"If you guys think for one minute," she began pulling the sweat shirt
out of her jeans. "That you're gonna bother me tonight, you'll have a
war on your hands."
She lifted the material above her breasts, which at the moment were
unencumbered by a bra. The skin was clear and firm, showing a full two
or three handfuls at each tit, tipped with a rubbery looking red brown
nipple on either side. The nipples hardened perceptively as the cooler
air hit them.
"You can get the hell outa here, right now," she added to her diatribe
for effect. She seemed unaware of her partial nudity before him. She
lowered the front of her shirt again as he turned to leave.
He was stunned. Staggering back to Eddie's room, he thought about what
happened. He resolved not to tell Eddie about it.
They chatted for a while longer, played a computer game, and talked
about Ann's nice figure.
Eddie fell asleep first. His snoring was enough to keep Andy wide
awake though. After a few moments, Andy got up. He wondered if Paige
was still awake.
Stepping silently from between the covers, he felt around for a pair
of slippers to wear. He'd have to pad about bare foot, since he
couldn't quite find them in the dark.
He worked his way across the mess strewn bedroom and out to the
partly lit hallway. Eddie hadn't stirred.
Down the hall he heard a female voice, one side of a conversation. He
crept closer to Paige's bedroom's door. He was able to open it about
34 inches to get a better view into the room. Inside was Paige, in
the buff, talking to someone on the phone.
Her body was stretched out across her bed, feet hanging off the sides.
She would curl her toes, and kick the foot up towards her slender
little bottom. He couldn't see her boobs, they were underneath, but
her hair was a little longer than over her shoulders and curled
nicely from a recent perm.
"Oh James!, you know how badly I want you. How desperately I need to
see you." Then there was a quiet pause.
"I'm completely naked, just sitting here thinking of you."
Again a little pause, after which she giggled.
"If you want, of course."
She rolled onto her back, she would like this she thought. Bob heard
it as though she'd said it aloud. Her tits were now out and in view.
With her free hand, she began to knead the soft flesh, occasionally
squeezing her nipples. When her hand manipulated her nipples, her eyes
shuttered closed until she moved her fingers elsewhere.
"Oh, it feels so good love." Pause.
"No, I haven't touched it yet. No. The short hairs are curling into
little balls of silk fine thread. I'm a little wet. I can see the
hairs at the opening are getting soaked." pause.
"I'm moving my hand along the insides of my thighs, giving myself the
gentle caress you always do."
Andy saw her part her legs, exposing the furry patch between. The
moist red outer lips of her pussy were visible as well. She dipped a
finger into the opening, letting out a light moan as she did.
His prick was getting hard inside the pajamas he'd brought over. He
reached down and began to pull at his organ.
"Uh, yes Jim, I've got my fingers inside, I'm imagining it's you
inside me. Oh God, you're so good to feel. Oh yes, yes, don't stop now
Jim, I'm just getting started."
Her hips began rotating movements against her fingers. Her hand was
now moving quickly, stopping to rub the top of her vulva's flesh, then
returning to the penetration of her cunt.
"Oh Jim, yes, you make me so hot, yes I want you to take me. Please
fuck me Jim." her voice had become low and breathy. Her eyes were
staying closed now. Her head moved from side to side. It looked like a
struggle to keep the phone against the side of her head.
"OHHH!, yes I love you. I want you. I need you now!" she squeeled into
the phone. Her body was rhythmically bouncing off the bed. She was
unable to hold onto the telephone as she reached orgasm. Her lurching
movements continued a moment, then stopped.
Panting she picked the phone up.
"Hi again." "Did you?" "It was great." "God yes, I can hardly wait."
"Too bad you couldn't visit while my folks were away." "Love you, bye
bye."
She hung up the phone, and saw Andy standing there, his cock stiff in
his hand.
"YOU! you little snoopy twerp!" she began.
But he was concentrating on what happened earlier, when she was doing
the laundry. He'd wished to see her breasts then, now they were
already exposed. Now he tried to imagine her, wrapping her lips around
his cock, and sucking him off.
"You're gonna get in a lot of trouble snooping on me when I'm on the
phone," she spoke as she marched her naked body over to the door,
opening it very wide. She started to tell him how Jim would tear him
to shreds, but as she continued talking, she knelt. A moment later
she took his penis in one hand, held his bottom with the other, and
plunged his cock between her lips.
"Yeah!" was all Andy could say. In only a moment his jism spewed
forth, into her mouth, and down her throat. She continued to suck,
until nothing further came out.
He concentrated on her wanting to invite him into her bed, to make
torrid love as long as possible. At this point, she was kneeling
before him naked, with a look of uncertainty. She seemed confused,
like why had she blown a kid she was throwing out of her room. But
she knew now she was horny and this youngster was just what she
needed. He heard it coming before her mouth formed the words.
"Your kinda cute Andy, how about you keep me company for a few
minutes?"
He grinned, knowing his luck had just picked up, and stepped over to
the bed. She helped him peel off his sleep wear, and planted a soft
wet kiss against his mouth.
Her lips were velvet light on his own, her tongue a serpent of
excitement within his mouth. She pulled his hand to her breasts,
allowing him his first touch of a woman's tit.
He was pleased at the supple feel of compliant flesh. The nipple
stiffened up quickly. Her mouth exuded a full sigh of joy into his
own. She rubbed her crotch against his leg, getting his leg wet with
her juices. He felt down the bone bumpy skin along her spine to the
crack of her ass.
One hand on her butt, the other pinching the sharp red nipples, Andy
was in ecstasy. Her eyes opened occasionally to look longingly into
his own. Her hair was now moist with sweat at the roots, and slipped
into their kiss when it could.
Her hand was rubbing at his crotch and balls, trying to get another
rise out of him. As he felt her tits, he became aware how each pull or
pinch of the nipples seemed to cause her hips to become more frenzied.
His cock began to harden again.
He slipped his own hand down twixt Paige's moist thighs. Her wetness
was a real serious turnon, his cock becoming very stiff now. He
worked a finger in the folds of her pussy. As his forefinger worked
around, she winced.
"ow, that hurts, be more gentle lover," she admonished. He tried
keeping the finger straighter, running the adjacent thumb along the
top, where he'd seen her rubbing earlier.
"Oh yes! Much better," she sighed.
Her legs parted at this touch. He worked his body up to a sitting
position, allowing him to suckle at her breast. The roughness at the
back of his tongue drew a deep moan from her.
He worked both of the hard nipples with his tongue, delighted as he
switched from one to the other with his mouth. He found biting down
gently with his teeth excited the erect red tips as well, eliciting a
deep moan from Paige.
"God yes, more." she whispered throatily. He was unsure whether she
wanted her tits played with more, or if the thumb and forefinger he
was using on her cunt were what she was after.
He jambed down harder with his thumb. She rewarded his effort by
thrusting her pelvis back against him. Her bucking became more furious
as he concentrated on making her come. He felt a bump of harder flesh
with his thumb and as he rubbed it, her head swung wildly from side to
side.
"AAIIIIEEEEE!" she started with a scream but supressed as much noise
as she could, not wanting her brother to hear.
She lay panting trying to recover her breath.
He worked around between her legs. She looked up at him anxiously.
There was a nervous look in her eyes. She lifted her legs, and he
rubbed her cunt lips with the tip of his prick.
"Oh my." she whispered, anxiety in her tone.
He pressed it in a little. It went in slowly, with difficulty. He
adjusted his hips a bit, and it slid in a little more easily.
"aaaah!" came from his own mouth.
"My, oh my," she said, looking at where his cock was embedded. "I
never thought it would feel like this."
He gulped. He'd assumed from her phone call she'd been fucking Jim
regularly, and knew exactly what to do.
"You mean you never actually fucked before?"
"No, I mean, Jim and I were waiting for me to be on the pill for a
whole month first..."
Great, he thought. Why didn't I hear her thinking about that? Well, he
was in now, and damn if he was gonna pull out.
"How long have you been on the pill now?"
"Two weeks."
"I hope it's long enough," he began to pump into her. Her hips helped
him, undulating slowly in concert with his motions, "so what have you
and Jim done then?"
"Oh a little necking, heavy petting. I blow him, he eats me. Some
times we've been very interested in getting started. So I let him,
well you know."
"uh, uh," no he didn't know. But she said it inside her head. He could
feel her imagining Jim's long hard dong up her ass. He almost lost his
rhythm. "YOU TOOK HIM UP YOUR ASS?!"
Her face a red color, she turned it to the side. Her body kept moving
with his but she'd closed her eyes completely. Embarrassed, she didn't
say anything.
"Paige, Paige?" he tried softly to get a response. She was beginning
to bounce her chin with the rhythm of their sexual motion. Her mouth
opened a fraction, showing a row of teeth being caressed lightly by
her little pink tongue.
"Paige, if he fucked your ass, I want to fuck your ass too."
"Do you really?" she turned surprised, and somewhat pleased. "Oh god,
this feels so nice. Having a man inside me, I mean."
"After this, what do, uh, we do so I can enter your hershey highway?"
"Hershey Highway?, where do you get these wierd names?"
"Never mind, ungh, do we need to do anything special?"
"No, I kinda like it, all we need is something to lubricate me as you
get in."
"Good, I'm gonna come soon."
"Oh good, fuck me baby, fuck me like I've never been fucked before,"
she didn't even realise the double meaning in her own words.
He started pounding away hard enough to make the bed rock. Her face
was sweating from the activity. Bouncing in and out of her slit made
his cock feel so nice, he just didn't want to stop.
He really wanted to see her face as she came again. He intently
focused on watching her, willing her to orgasm so he could watch as he
came. Almost instantly her face started to contort into the instensity
he'd seen before, twisting her muscles, stretching her mouth wide. Her
head shook violently, her hair flopped recklessly above. She bawled
out an orgasmic screech, squelching as much noise as she could. Her
orgasm didn't end either, he was watching still, concentrating on
seeing all of it.
Seeing her go over brought him to the edge of his own chasm. He felt
the pressure welling up within. It came up from the bottom of his
pleasure and swelled beyond all proportion, flooding her with gushing
liquid. He swore he could feel his cock throbbing inside of her,
vibrating from the heavy flow of semen.
As he came down from this high, she gasped for air, finally finished
with the heavy orgasm she'd received. She was totally limp underneath
him. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving the air in and out. He
was pretty spent as well. Between his intense pleasure watching her
orgasm, and his own orgasm, he felt like just going to sleep.
A moment later she did just that. But he got up.
He walked to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and took a quick
warm shower. As he dried off, he spotted the baby oil over the sink.
He filled a cup with cold water and walked back to Paige's room.
She was sleeping lightly. A little shoulder shaking and she smiled at
him. He decided he wouldn't need the water.
"Hello lover."
"Shall we try your back door now?"
"Now!?"
"Sure now, I brought the baby oil, and I'm sure you can help me get it
up again." She looked at him dubiously. He could tell she thought she
was too tired, too blown away by the unbelievably strong release she'd
only just had. He thought at her again. He thought at her that she was
horny still, and had at least one more thrill coming.
She perked up immediately.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. You sit at the edge of the bed, and I'll
try to suck you to erection." she pertly offered up.
Following her direction he sat at the edge of the bed. She got up, her
firm boobs bouncing as she went. Standing immediately before him, she
spread her legs as if to do exercises, tilted her head back, and with
both hands stroked her hair down behind her. The globes formed by her
tits stretched tightly, poking towards Andy's face. He reached out to
both of them and pinched gently on the nipples.
"Oh yeah, that feels nice," she held the pose a few moments. Andy
could tell she'd only meant to stretch, but was enjoying the
stimulation her nipples received. "Oh yeah."
Finally, she knelt down in front of him, with an elbow over either
leg. Her hands began to rub on the still damp prick.
"What a nice cock you've got Andy." She smiled up at him enticingly.
He moved a hand across her cheek, resting his middle finger against
her soft lips. He leaned her head into his palm. As her hands were
still doing all the work on his prick, he inserted the finger into
her mouth he'd rested at her lip.
She sucked the finger greedily into her mouth, running her tongue over
the knuckles and nail. She moved her lips up and down the length of
the finger, while squeezing and pulling on his cock in the same way
with her hands.
He laid back, spreading his arms to either side. Now that Paige's
mouth wasn't worshiping his finger, she devoured his manhood. The
limp, well not entirely, penis was completely enveloped between her
lips. For measure, she also sucked his balls into her mouth as well.
After a moment the organ became harder, and she could only fit the
trunk of his cock into her mouth. As it stiffened, she concentrated on
getting the tip as heavily stimulated as her tongue and lips could
make it. Every third or fourth stroke, she tried to plunge the head
past her mouth, into her throat.
Really stiff now, he tapped her shoulder and sat up.
"Okay," she said, positioning herself on the bed. "take some of the
baby oil, warm it between your palms, and coat your prick with it."
She knelt on the edge of the bed, facing into the bed. She put her
shoulders down against the matress and turned her face left, to see
how Andy was doing.
"Warm a little more up, and work it around my asshole, and in with
your fingers." She reached back to her ass and pulled the cheeks
further apart for him.
He rubbed, as she'd directed, the oil on his cock. It felt real nice.
Maybe he should use this for masturbation too. Although he figured
with this thought control stuff, he'd never want for pussy, not ever.
He poured a little more oil on his hand. He worked some warmth into it
then reached out to her tush. Seeing her face mushed helplessly
against the bed helped keep his cock erect. He began to play his hands
over the lovely skin of her buttocks. Her passive position allowed him
a lot of leeway over when he actually entered her.
He slipped his middle finger into the tiny rosette nestled between her
cheeks. He worked the oil in, then added some more. She moaned, a light
sound as he touched this most intimate part of her body.
"Yess..." came muffled from the soon to be violated woman. "Now when
you enter, do it slowly. It may be tight, but you'll fit."
Using his hand, he rubbed his prick's head against the tiny opening.
She let out a little gasp in anticipation. Shudders ran through her
body, expecting the initial thrust at any moment.
He pressed the head of his prick into her.
"OH!" she yelped.
He could read her amazement at how startled it made her each time a
cock entered her nether hole. He pushed in another inch. A gasp came
from the now completely pinned girl.
"Don't stop now," she gasped out. "it's just getting good!"
He pressed forward, again only another inch. He relished the meeting
of their flesh, her grasping rectum and his rock hard prick. Pushing
on, he lodged himself in her to the hilt. The sensation was of strong
suction, and squeezing. Her muscled cavity was trying to eject him. He
could sense the tingling feeling she was getting from her overfull
ass.
Now that he was in, he began sliding out again. And in. Slowly he
build momentum, reaching around to play with her cunt. Her free arm
was moving to allow her hand access to one of her nipples. Her other
hand worked underneath to her pussy, and ended up stroking the hand he
was using at her crotch.
He fucked her madly. Her ass came pounding back at him, and with a
smack, his balls rocked forward against her frontal cavity.
She moaned, gasped, and whimpered as his antics at her back door
accelerated. Soon he felt the squeezing pulses of flowing semen flood
up through his plumbing and into hers. He shouted out his pleasure.
She continued to beg, plead and whimper for him to keep fucking her.
She finally let loose a spasm of release, and commenced to cry. He
held her, draped across her back, leaving her pinned beneath.
Crying still, she dropped into a deep slumber, not to wake even as he
popped his penis free of her tight ass. He rolled her onto her back
and covered her with the blankets.
Then Andy snuck back to his bed in Eddie's room. Paige had been great
fun. And Ann was going to be sweet when he got her alone.
He went to sleep imagining how many ways he would take Ann.
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short as I'd intended.
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Another side tale in the universe of The Book.
This is another from the files of the Institutes in which a telepath
picked up by the institute has been 'debriefed'.
There were some interesting suggestions for The Book that may not
get used there, but since this little outlet for more Book universe
stories has been created, I thought, well, what the hey.
This is nonconsensual, m/f, f/f. mind control, power trip stuff, ah,
er, there's a sex change trip in this one... it's not what I intended
when I started, but that's the direction the story went.
Hit 'n' now to skip this...
From the Files of the Institute
Case WT0002
Memo: status private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: William Thompson, case WT0002
Dt: February 12, 1980
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject and his coven.
Our tech writers insist a narrative form is better for the
synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't the normal
form seen in the literature.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 24 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over
8 years. Um, there were some real oddities to the capture of this
spark. You may guess what type of oddities after reading this.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT WT0002, MATURE TELEPATHIC OPERATIONS
William, Bill as he preferred to be called, had been through this
before. Over the last six years he'd learned to use his talent well.
He was bored and looking for a new thrill for his sexual release.
It had begun when he went on 'Safari' in Kenya with his father. It
wasn't a real Safari, but some kind of archeological dig his dad
worked at. His mother was anxious since she and his father had been
divorced since he was eight. She was worried the boy's father
wouldn't let him return. He had.
The strange witch doctor visiting the camp 20 minutes from Malindi
took him off to look at the sea. His father didn't mind, so for a few
hours the two of them, the uniquely painted tribesman, and the boy,
stared out at the Indian Ocean. He told the man he liked to hear the
waves.
The witch doctor told him he should hear the waves people made. He
didn't know what the odd but harmless quack meant, but put up with the
waving of his strange rattles and bones in Bill's direction. The old
geezer was bizarre, but friendly enough.
Soon afterwards the talent settled in. He never knew if he'd always
had the skill or if the shaman had woken something new in him. But
afterwards, ever afterwards, he could read minds and manipulate them.
On the flight home, he'd listened in to the thoughts about him with
interest, experimenting on the waitresses, ah, stewardesses, to learn
how to control them. They brought him anything he asked for, even
moved him to the empty first class section of the cabin.
His first sexual conquest had been his own mother when he got home.
She'd been in his sex fantasies since he was fourteen. And after his
African journey she was not only a willing sex partner, but educated
him in many unusual possible sex practices.
After that, there was a string of girls in high school, then in
college. He was erratic in his collection of playthings, keeping only
one or two at a time. He became quite well known in his schools for
being able to get into any girl's pants on a bet.
Once he took a teacher, in front of his clates, simply on a
wager. It was easy making it look as though he publicly seduced her,
but anyone who really thought about it might wonder just what
happened that day. He had to perform a lot more work afterwards.
Covering up the incident, so she didn't lose her job, so he didn't get
in trouble.
In college he won heavily at poker, but was only marginally better
than others in competitive sports. He found he could only use so much
of the mind reading talent to compete physically, after all.
Graduated, without cheating in classes, he was out and on his own.
He'd gotten a marketing job with P&G and accumulated a little money.
In time, his talent would take him right up the corporate ladder.
But he tended get bored with the pair of girlfriends he had, changing
them for another couple every few weeks. Typically, he'd pick up a
pair of girls who were already friends and when he dumped them, they
went looking together for another man to share. He liked this odd
little twist.
Bill was hanging out at a roller rink, when a woman, about twentysix,
maybe twentyseven, rolled past, swinging her arms in a way that
displayed her assets nicely. Her five foot eight inch height was
appealing as well, since he liked taller women.
He decided quickly on having her for the night. Watching her, he
admired her long sinuous legs, the way her bottom was formed as she
stroked her way along the rail, and the smile lighting her face. Her
hair was dirty blonde, tied back to keep it away from her eyes. The
swinging arms were hinged to her body in very attractive rounded
shoulders. Her face was more than passing fair.
He probed her gently, planting the idea she should find an excuse to
come talk to him, any excuse. A few minutes later she skidded to a
halt at the nearest exit from the rink.
"Hi, I could help but notice you haven't been skating much." her voice
sparkled, the face lit up with consummate joy.
"I was waiting for you to invite me."
"Consider yourself invited," she yanked him out into the rink, not
quite what he'd had in mind, but what the hell. The jaunt might be a
fun little exercise.
He wasn't very good, so he gathered from her mind and muscles the
necessary skill for skating, and started to use some of the newly
learned ability. She seemed pleased he could keep up with her.
They zipped around the rink a few times, then he began to perform some
of the little stunt twists, backward skating, and the skate dancing
she liked to display herself. His balance was tricky, but it worked.
"My boyfriend isn't as good as you."
Boyfriend? Ah, yes, the man glaring at us from the area of the
concession stand. He probed the guy, making him interested in finding
another girl and forgetting this one. Hmm. What was her name? Poking
about, rather than asking, he found it, she was Sally.
"Sally, what do you say, shall we go have some dinner?"
"Well my boyfriend," and she began to forget the now vanished
boyfriend, "gee, I guess that would be cool."
He enjoyed the shimmering motions of her backside as she stepped out
of the rink, and headed for her locker. She changed into her sneakers,
oh my we must change that he thought, and hung the skates around the
back of her neck. He turned in his rented ones, getting his own shoes
on his feet.
Her date had brought her, so taking her in his car was no problem. He
drove directly home. At the door, Jill and Peggy greeted him, happy to
see he'd brought a playmate. But he shooed them off, telling them to
get dinner for his guest.
Sally looked dubious at the idea of some guy having her to dinner at
his house and having his live in housemates preparing the food, but
he easily calmed her fears. He sent soothing thoughts into her mind,
encouraging her to go along, enjoying the moment.
"Well Sally, now we will start a little experiment. You're going to
help."
"Oh boy!" a little too cheerfully.
"I want you to go in the bedroom and lie down for a while."
She frowned, but did as he told her. His manipulations made her
drowsy. Moments later she was sound asleep.
He was uncertain he could do what he intended. He'd been curious about
women for some time, more than just using them. He wanted to try,
well, try on the body of a woman for a while. A little like changing
his clothing. It was something appealing to his sense of adventure.
He went to the spare bedroom, the unused one, there being several
others in use by his house pets. He lay down and made himself
comfortable.
He began by putting his own body to sleep. He'd found some time ago
this was possible now, with his center, his self, still alert and
active. Meticulously, he began taking over Sally's body. He started by
controlling her arms, then her legs. He slowly connected every length
of nerve into his self center. He began to feel the soft contact of
the bed to her body, and air lapping over her face.
He could hear the sounds of the dishes being done. There were the
sounds of giggling women, sharing some sort of gossip as well. She
stood. Er, he, well the body he was using, Sally's, stood.
The balance seemed odd. She was muscular, but the added weight on her
chest was a touch off expectations. S/he looked in the mirror. She
looked pretty yummy. The crotch seemed to dampen immediately. Oh!, she
thought, I've got a cunt. Startled at the gender assumption in her new
mind, she probed her old body, finding it in a mental form of stasis.
Well, she thought, lets try this out a little. She summoned Jill from
the kitchen.
Jill came in momentarily, long black hair flowing back from her head,
almost forming a lovely mane. Jill was almost five feet tall, slender
with firm, not overly large, breasts. She wore heels bringing her
height up a bit. Her stockings were perfectly smooth, and the come
fuck me outfit she wore was a tight fitting knee length dress, with a
body tight sleeveless tshirt.
Sally, because now she was Sally, realized she still had on her skating
outfit. With her legs exposed, the short skirted exercise dress was
buttoned up the front as one piece, right up to her cleavage.
Jill looked confused by meeting Sally here, but knew Bill's directions
were frequently odd, and she always enjoyed what he had her do.
"Are we waiting for Bill?"
"No we're go to do without Bill tonight."
"Oh." Sally walked around Jill, savoring the confusion radiating from
the other woman. She issued a mental command to Jill, to obey her and
enjoy everything she did to Jill.
"Stand still for me."
Jill twitched, but settled into a pose for Sally. Sally reached out
and drew her fingers along the other woman's red lips. They jutted out
a little in a pucker as she pressed her red fingernail tip into Jill's
mouth.
Sally slid the finger all the way in, allowing Jill to lash her tongue
along Sally's skin. She took her time moving it about, knowing the
tip was actually in Jill's throat. Bill had trained Jill not to allow
her gag reflex to interfere with the pleasure of entering her throat.
Sally worked around Jill's side. Jill's dress zipped down the back.
She opened Jill's zipper, sliding the metal shank slowly down to the
end. Bill had the women go braless and panty free about the house, so
the skin Sally found on Jill's back was not covered by bra straps.
Sally enjoyed tracing her fingernails, about a quarter inch past the
tips of her fingers in a scratching motion along the other woman's
skin. White lines from the claw like attack left white trails on the
surface of the epidermis.
Jill was gasping her pleasure at the attack on her back. Sally's
finger still in Jill's mouth made this a difficult task. Sally let out
a little giggle, to her own surprise.
"My name is Sally," she said, "and I want to hear how everything
feels."
She took her finger out of Jill's mouth. Then she stepped behind Jill
and started to nuzzle the exposed neck, while wrapping her slim arms
around Jill's middle and taking hold of the bouncy tits she knew would
be there.
Jill hung her head forward, letting out a slight moan.
"Your hands feel very soft on my breasts, so nice, so good.. I like
the way you're pulling them in handfuls, it's pleasant and ooooh
yes," this last accompanied a tight pinch at both nipples by Sally's
strong thumb and fingers. "I like that, your tongue on my neck is
sending goose bumps down my spine. You, oh, you can get a little
rougher on my nipples, it makes my knees weak. God yes. I want to turn
and feel you too, but I know I must stand still here. It makes me hot
to be used like this. Your lips on by earlobe are hot and, oh god!, I
want to drop. Please don't stop pulling at my nipples, oh god!"
"You don't have to talk anymore if you don't want to."
Sally stepped back, and yanked the house dress uniform off Jill,
dropping it down around the woman's ankles. Of course this left the
stockings on. They were the old style stockings, held by a garter
belt, and hooks. Bill had liked this, Sally felt this was good too.
The high heels kept Jill standing with her bottom jutting back
slightly.
She stepped against the other woman's bottom, relishing the feel of
Jill's skin. Jill leaned back into her as her tongue explored Jill's
ear. Jill's hands reached back and caressed Sally's blonde tresses as
Sally worked the flats of her teeth along the naked skin of Jill's neck
and shoulders.
Sally felt her scalp prickle with the other woman's gentle caress. The
nails scraped lightly along her hair roots, giving her an eye closing
sensation. She let the other woman run fingers through her hair a
while, reaching around to feel the naked breasts she was longing to
suck.
As she began to twiddle with Jill's nipples, Jill turned her head and
pulled her forward in a delectable full mouthed kiss. Her tongue was
snapped at lightly by hungry and gentle teeth.
For several minutes, the two stood embraced, Sally holding Jill from
behind, lips locked together, neither able to hold their eyes open for
more than a few moments.
Sally felt her breasts were confined. Breaking the kiss she was
astounded to realize she was still completely dressed.
"Undress me Jill."
The other woman smiled lecherously. She began by unbuttoning the
skating uniform from the chest down, exposing Sally's bra, an
underwire support type. When she finished the last button, she peeled
the shoulder and arms of the outfit down along Sally's body, exposing
soft light brown skin as she went. Finally, Sally stepped free from
the outfit and kicked it to one side. Jill began unhooking the back of
her bra, and Sally turned towards the mirror to admire her own body a
second time.
As Jill removed the panties she wore, she looked at her heavy
knockers. They hung a little more than Bill would be thrilled with,
being somewhat larger than seemed right for her body. Her nipples were
large brown disks, tipped with slightly darker knobs of flesh. Her
hips were slender forming an hour glass shape worthy of admiration,
the legs were long and shaped down to narrow but strong ankles. The
sensation she got touching her own boobs was very electric, not
jolting, just a tingling rush.
Jill stood behind her now, and on her own, without direction, began to
cup the undersides of her breasts. Jill's face was pressed against the
back of Sally's shoulders. Her nipples pressed into Sally's back, hard
from her arousal.
Sally felt a hand work around to her fuzzy hairs. The slender fingers
were stroking across the curly little pubic fuzz with a skilled and
practiced motion. Sally began to feel weak in her knees. The caresses
were forcing her body into surges of motion, nice surges, but not ones
she'd planned.
She could feel her chest cavity suck in air more rhythmically, a
rhythm Bill could match, but had never managed to produce smoothly
on his own.
She gasped out an "OH!", and through her lust driven haze could make
out her body in the mirror, shuddering and curling into the
administrations Jill was performing.
A finger touched something between her legs and her knees all but
buckled. The heat and energy generated between her thighs was making
her drip. She could feel a few drops making their way down the
insides of her legs. She crossed one knee in front of the other,
holding that leg up on tip toe.
She was standing there, being held by a very attractive brunette,
being moved to ecstasy, and not in control of her body at all. The
fingers between her thighs slipped inside her. She felt the motion
with a slow motion quality of unreal objectivity. The intruding
finger was sending irresistible signals through her panting, gyrating
torso. It was a control point, permitting Jill to own her orgasm.
And the orgasm was coming to. The explosion sent her head waving about
in circles. Her hair slapped her in the face, and she heard a scream.
Then another. It wasn't until the third scream she realized it was her
own.
She slumped, the strong arms of the other woman holding her up until
she recovered enough to use her own legs.
When Sally did recover, she led Jill to the bed.
Sally lay down alongside Jill and started playing with the other
woman's nipples. Leaning forward, she covered the nipples of Jill's
tits with her tongue, one at a time.
Jill closed her eyes and kept her arms spread wide. Sally sucked the
succulent nipples into her mouth, rolling them about with her tongue.
She pulled and nipped at them, as Jill moaned and rolled her head.
The rubbery knobs of flesh remained sharply erect as Sally pinched
them between her own thin red nailed fingers. Her amorous acquaintance
was making the most delightful moaning sounds. The trail she began to
trace down the woman's tummy with her tongue ended as she reached the
jet black garter belt.
Rubbing her shoulders against the slippery stockings Jill wore, she
moved into position so the shoes Jill still had on were laying against
the middle of her back. Sally started to lick the skin around the
labia before her.
Her fingers touched the furry patch of the brunette, seeking out the
opening to the inner sanctum. The pink, moist pussy lips spread
between her fingers, Sally began to lick the length of the hole. The
taste was, well, bland. But she enjoyed the way Jill's hands had
clamped onto the back of her head, pulling against her to make her
stimulation actions stronger.
Sally tickled the outer cunt lips with her tongue and chin for a
while, allowing her tongue to slide into the cunt the inch or so it
would go. Disappointed at how much penetration her tongue could
achieve, she unwrapped her arms from around one of the silk stocking
covered legs, and inserted her forefinger and middle finger.
Jill bucked against her tongue, and violating fingers. Jill's fist
worked into her own mouth, clenched to white knuckles. The moaning
came in gasps, and Jill's voice pleaded, begging sincerely, to be
allowed to come.
Sally pumped the fingers in and out, lips and teeth nipping at the
clit at the top of the opening. With her free left hand, she managed
to reach for the right tit. She could see the mounds of Jill's
breasts, heaving as Jill arched her back and kicked with her legs.
The spasms of orgasm began, and Jill began to thrash about wildly.
The primal scream stretched into a screech, and Jill's thighs clamped
the head between them tightly. Jill continued to hump wildly for a few
moments, but Sally knew she'd be unable to come again without special
help. Telepathic help.
Jill started to come off the high, gasping and wheezing for breath
after her exertion. The pink glow about her face was pleasing to
behold.
Sally, feeling the need, stepped into the bathroom to pee.
After experiencing a woman's use of the toilet, Bill's center began to
attempt reattaching to his own body. The nerves for the extremities
first, then the more complex nervous systems, then he dropped himself
back into himself.
It felt odd to be a man, the balance was odd without the weight at the
chest. There was something extra in her, er, his pants. Thinking what
he'd done, the lump there stiffened substantially. There was a
strange dislocation, the angle of view was higher, and the motions
restricted by the bones in the pelvis. He stood and looked at himself
in the mirror. Bill was back.
Sally, very confused, and disturbed about her nudity with another
woman, was still in the other bedroom. He changed her, programming her
mind to be in love with him, willing to do anything he requested.
He was going in to fuck her, to fuck himself, to just fuck. One of
the best sessions of masturbation he could imaging would be plunging his
prick in the cunt that would be his on occasion.
For a while, he'd have three playthings. He would be using her again,
perhaps in new and different ways.
====
On a sheet paper clipped to the back of the manuscript: "Dave, we
weren't sure we got this spark until we had all of his coven locked
away too. You wouldn't believe how scared the brass were over this
one. Jack"
Ah yes, those suggestions can lead to unusual stories.
The Book is still being worked on. Episode 9 is in progress.
Blackie
"Young lady, get yourself a cucumber,
it'll stay hard for a week,
and it won't talk back to you."
Dr. Ruth
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Another side tale in the universe of The Book, 'from the files of
the Institute'. Suggested by a reader comment.
This story's characters are not based on anyone real. Any resemblance
to anyone living, dead, or otherwise, is strictly coincidental.
The following is a mind control story. A little different from most.
Maybe worse, Idunno. Once again, I'm not sure I like it.
m/f, nonconsensual.
Hit 'n' to skip the story.
From the Files of the Institute
Case MB0004
Memo: status private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Mary Benson, case MB0004
Dt: April 21, 1980
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject. This one didn't have the usual coven.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 29 when she was picked up. She was a spark for over
3 years. She doesn't project the way some of the others do.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT MB0004, MATURE TELEPATH, RECEIVER
She'd been working in the test lab for the last two years before the
incident happened.
They were working on the irradiated version of the formulae, hoping
to reproduce the batch accidentally produced over 5 months ago. There
was profit promised by the strange drug.
She was the last one in the lab, cleaning up the mess. Disappointment
flared, it seemed like too much work to reproduce the original liquid.
When the beaker fell over, she bent to pick up the broken pieces. Cut,
she was startled and slammed backwards knocking over the table someone
had carelessly left the lead lined gloves on. The gloves brushed along
her legs, something sharp puncturing the skin.
First, the hand with blood dripping had to be dressed. The first aid
kit was adequately supplied for this. Then examining the leg, it was
apparent a small fragment of something had entered her skin.
A splinter. A splinter that shouldn't be possible. She found a pair of
forceps and removed the tiny sliver. Uncertain what it was or where it
really came from she turned on the Geiger counter and watched it tick
angrily. She sealed it away in some lead foil and placed it aside for
Frank to lock away with the other radioactive material later. The
brief exposure from so small an object was unlikely to cause her any
problems, but she logged it anyway. The medical staff would look at
her tomorrow.
After finally clearing away the remaining mess, it was time to go
home.
The bath water was a welcome relief, easing tight sore muscles,
draining tension away slowly. The soothing soaking eased the day into
oblivion. She got out, put on her silk bathrobe and lay down.
She could feel odd thoughts in her head. The college kid in the
apartment next door was thinking about sex. Images of breasts and
naked women began to fill her head.
The young man was working at his arousal with glee, and she couldn't
avoid feeling some arousal herself. As she sat, trying not to feel
too aroused, to escape the sensations, he thought of her. The image
of her at the laundry was improved, a fantasy figure. And as he
thought about feeling her body, she became sharply horny. Exactly as
the imaginary her in his fantasy did.
She was on her feet in no time. Grabbing her keys, she popped into the
hall and knocked at his door.
Frantic sounds came from within, where she knew him to be hiding his
masturbation reading material. He tried to keep the sexual images in
his mind though. Obviously intending to return to the activity once
whoever was at the door left.
"Hello?," he said, opening the door, "Oh yes. Hello Mary. What can I
do for you?" He was dressed only in cutoff jeans and a Stones tshirt.
His brownish black hair tossled from laying down. He opened the door
wider, exposing the sloppily kept apartment.
She stepped past him into the room. His thoughts radiated desire for
her. She couldn't stop them, she knew the heat rising within her
flowed from him.
"I, uh, I haven't seen you recently," she said lamely.
He'd never seen her like this, he thought. Her hair wet, down across
her shoulders, the slinky bathrobe was partially open. A slight touch
of her pale tummy was exposed up to the bottoms of her breasts.
He closed the door.
Her eyes fluttered, breath catching in her throat.
"I...," She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his surprised
face.
Recovering, he pulled him close. Holding her body with his arms
nestled along her back. She drove her tongue into his throat, anxious
to enjoy the lusty body he imagined for himself.
His hands explored her. She could sense the surprised joy inside him,
welling up with it herself. His hardening prick pressed against her
thigh, and the feeling in his crotch filled her's with moisture.
As his fingers entered the slit of the bathrobe, she turned to allow
him easier access to her breasts. The nipples responded with every
touch as he thought how she must enjoy being handled. His belief she
would enjoy rougher treatment led to sharper arousal as he pinched her
nipples.
He felt certain she loved him secretly, or she wouldn't be throwing
herself at him now. The sudden visit was spectacular. She must need me
to take her pretty bad, he thought.
He nipped at the sides of her neck. Whispering breathily into his ear,
she said "I've loved you secretly for a while now. I need you to take
me, badly."
He peeled away the bathrobe, exposing her body, still wet from the
shower. His hands slipped along the curves from her shoulders to her
ass, glorying in the soft naked flesh.
She moaned from excitement. His touch played across her skin as if it
were the keys of a piano. The tiny pressures were delicate and sent
shoots of pleasure from the skin to her throat. At her throat played
a symphony of sexual arousal, a steady stream of moans, changing
pitch and tone as the fingers explored.
He paused to pull off the shorts and tshirt. Two muscular arms lifted
her. She tucked her face into his shoulder. Gently, as though caring
for a rare flower, he placed her on the mattress in the corner.
She wanted to suck him. Yes, she wanted him in her mouth. She could no
longer tell if this was an original thought, or one extracted from his
mind. As he knelt, she took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her
face.
She could see the image of her unblemished face wrapped around him.
His eyes told her the story of how she made love to his cock. Her
tongue was long and velvety, caressing every curve or edge his prick
had. She sucked him in as deeply as possible, astounded as she
suppressed the gag reflex. He'd known she could do it, and he was
actually in her throat, filling her as she'd never been filled.
She stroked her mouth up and down the manthing she was worshiping.
The soft red of her lips gliding along naturally as though she did
this every day. Her excitement was astounding. It rose heavily as she
felt the come enter her throat and wash into her.
He was shouting his joy. She was gleeful at this sensation, the
thought of pleasure received. But she also felt his desire to make her
come as well.
She allowed him to suck and nip at her nipples again. The fire that
raced through her came both from the physical contact and that belief
he had, that this excited her. She'd never felt this flame rise in her
chest before.
Her breathing was becoming more patterned. It was deeper and now had a
rhythm to it. She gasped as his fingers reached between the slender
legs. Palm in, the hand cupped the thatch of hairs, rubbing along the
entire length of the outer vaginal passage.
Her body rose to meet the hand's motion, lunging after it when contact
was broken. A finger thrust into the cavity, finding moist excited
flesh to explore.
The muscles in her vagina twitched tightly around that finger. A wave
like movement began at her waist, her pelvis rolling with exertion.
She knew her breasts would be bruised afterwards, but oddly the
brutal, inexperienced attack was driving her excitement upward.
Her fingers were clenched tightly, the nails biting into her palms.
She found any position her head was in was not right, so she kept
trying, neck muscles bound tight, to find a more comfortable position.
Eyes clamped shut, body flopping about hot and heavy, a sound rose
inside of her. It was a loud aboriginal screech, an incredible
blowout of the lung's contents. The orgasm plowed throughout her body.
She started to relax, realization struck that she wasn't finished. The
dampness in her crotch was waiting for the stretching impact of his
long, hard cock. He hadn't finished yet, his stiff cock rising before
her greedy eyes.
Legs held back above her shoulders, she waited for him to move between
her thighs. He guided himself in, and she felt the engorged lump of
flesh grow within her to gigantic proportions. Aroused again, the
vaginal muscles clamped down as tightly as possible on the intruder.
They humped madly against each other, she trying to force more of the
ridiculously large cock into her, him trying to get more of himself
through the opening. He was trying to hold out for her second orgasm.
The pulsating thrusts got through to her quickly, or maybe the
knowledge he was coming reached into her desire. She began to thrash
about again, screaming her pleasure, demanding he fuck her, swearing
loudly how good it felt. He poured his semen into the depths of her
being, enthralled by the intense response he was getting from fucking
her.
He was please with her. She felt happy he was pleased.
When he pulled out, she could see he wasn't as large as he'd felt. He
was drowsy, and she could feel he thought she was too. Soon, very
soon, she slept.
====
In the morning she found a note. Her new love had gone to work.
Suddenly she realized she was probably late. Rushing into her own
apartment, she rushed through the morning rituals as quickly as
possible. As fast as possible, she was out the door, on her way.
She'd put on the sexiest outfit she had, short red skirt, revealing
blouse, stockings, and pumps with the highest heels she owned. She
knew her lover would be pleased when he saw her.
She got to the bus stop just in time for her bus.
The bus was pretty empty at this part of the route. She knew the next
stop had a man she'd always avoided. His leering always disconcerted
her in the past.
Today he got on and sat across the aisle from her, in the window seat.
Then he looked at her.
His arousal upon seeing her was immediate. She felt the imaginary
hands inside her blouse, cupping the slopes of her breasts. Her breath
caught, a light gasp slipping from her lips.
She put her head against the rail like back of the seat before her. He
was imagining his tongue along the lips of her labia. She could feel
the touch along the now moist cunt. Her hips bucked lightly, a very
unconscious act.
She could feel her breasts arousal, nipples popping erect. Her
breathing had become very irregular. A sigh escaped from the man
across from her. Her mouth could feel the intrusion of his imaginary
tongue, pushing aside her own, exploring her teeth. The sensations
from her groin were hot, fluid motions, arousing desire in addition to
sexual response.
Her fingers gripped the seat beneath tightly. She was completely lost
to the desire climbing within her. Her ass could vividly feel the
imagined lick from a tongue that wasn't there. Breathing was becoming
patterned, matching the thrusts her hips were trying to make.
A moan escaped from her.
The bus stopped for another passenger. She felt a certain relief the
dark shape remained at the front of the bus. She heard the clatter of
the coins in the fare box.
A sudden thrust entered her vagina. Nothing there, but she could sense
an embedded cock plunging in and out. She felt very full, knowing he
could imagine her tightness around his manhood. She could see his hand
on his crotch, rubbing so she could see.
The plunging sensation moved to her ass, forcing a sudden gasp of
surprise from her. The force of the oddly invisible prick lifted her
from the seat in rhythmic plunges of passion. Her mouth would not
remain closed, and her voice betrayed her pleasure at the unseen
intrusion. She found her eyes would not remain open, giving her a
hazy, blurred view of the world about her.
Knowing how far gone she was, she began to play with her own nipples.
The additional feel of being pinched and twisted lured her body
further down the road to orgasm. She rolled her head, hair in her eyes
now, and choked out a gasp as the feeling of intrusion was now present
in both apertures.
Although she knew nothing was there, the sense of fullness was strong,
with her body grinding against the cocks that weren't there. Her arms
lifted themselves behind her neck, as though seized by a pair of
strong hands pulling them violently aside. The assailant then yanked
her shoulders and head back, stretching her breasts against the fabric
of her blouse. Her nipples were now clearly visible underneath, jutting
through the clothe to show their erect state.
Her head was forced over to face the man across, who was now
masturbating freely. Her panting continued to grow heavier, her eyes
open to stare at her psychic assailant. She couldn't know it was her
reception, not his sending, doing this to her.
Her bouncing came to a dramatic conclusion as she bit back an
overwhelming urge to scream. Her body driving into orgasm. The surge
coincided with the stranger's spurting a white stream from his purple
peter. Inside, she could almost feel the sudden deposit of semen, in
both cavities. The seat beneath her would be soaked.
Recovering, she began to collect herself. The stop she needed was just
ahead. Red faced with embarrent, humiliated at the loss of self
control, she slipped past the other passengers. The older women
looked disgusted, she could feel deeply how bad she'd been as she saw
their faces. Her humiliation grew as the women watched her get off.
The teenage boy at the front of the bus seemed pleased, and suddenly
she felt like a heroine in his fantasy. A pride welled at her
performance for this heroic young stud. She hurried off the bus as
his imaginary fingers fumbled with her private parts. She was gasping
on the corner, excited by the idea of his young penis plunging in
between the lips of her cunt.
She was still gasping from the new intrusion, when the bus took the
kid out of range.
She was late after all. Stopping in the woman's room to clean up and
reapply her makeup delayed her. The boss wanted to see her in his
office. Jane said he was in a bad mood too. Matt was always in a bad
mood though.
"Close the door." She could tell he'd been reading a memo from his
boss, and the budget was cut again this year.
Their privacy ensured, he now looked up at her. As he appraised her
with his eyes, she saw the outward professional he always displayed.
Inwards, he was seeing cherry red nipples, the sloping curves of
unbelievable beauty, and a hot to trot little tidbit. She jolted as
sudden sexual desire climbed her spine to her brain.
"I want to talk to you about your tardiness today. I've got five
important studies underway and you...," Matt trailed off, thinking how
nice it would be to peel away the clothing she wore.
"Unngh," was what came from her traitor mouth.
"Are you all right?"
His thoughts though, had her undressing here and now. Begging him
to let her suck his cock.
She stood slowly. Her hands worked together, unbuttoning the top two
buttons of her blouse. Turning away from him, she kicked off the pumps
she'd worn. Looking over her shoulder she could see the man's jaw
hanging open, his eyes wide with astonishment.
She pulled the blouse from the skirt, and wiggled her bottom
seductively. Undoing the rest of the buttons, she made an act of
removing the blouse, exposing her chest to scrutiny. The bra was a
lacy black thing she'd snatched up in a hurry this morning, but
provided concealment to the nipples yet, hinting only at their shapes.
Her red skirt dropped next, unwrapped from her waist carefully,
hinting at the globes of flesh at the back then revealing the black
panties she wore. Matt was amazed how lovely her little bottom was in
black, he could imagine his hands working her derriere free.
She could almost feel the light touch of hands removing the panties,
but they weren't there. She wasn't much more than a dripping,
quivering cunt, waiting for his direct attention.
He walked to her. If he knew he could, Matt would've ordered to stand
poised, arms apart, palms up, for his personal pleasure. He didn't say
it, but she followed the directions despite the heavy silence in the
room.
Standing behind her, he slipped his hands around the front to cup the
ample breasts she all but displayed. Through the fabric of the bra he
could feel the nipples harden. She moaned, aroused as he touched him.
He peeled away the bra and yanked her panties down immediately. She
gasped, suddenly pleased, as he had expected, with her exposed body.
His fingers ran along the crack of her ass. He pulled her to him and
their tongues melded as one in their mouths.
Wavering on the verge of orgasm, she began peeling his clothing away.
It revealed a little paunch, but not much. His hairy chest turned her
on as he knew it would. She played with the hairs, licking the nipples
of his chest with excited passion.
His strong arms lifted her, whimpering with lust, to the flat of his
desk. He lay her back, head hung over his chair. Pulling her legs
apart, he slowly entered her. One inch, two inches. She moaned and her
thrashing knocked papers aside.
Hands clasped into little fists, she waved her arms about as though
uncertain what they could do to help. He was pounding away, excited by
her arousal. He knew she'd come when he did, so her arousal became an
upward spiral, a flight into ecstasy.
He was grunting in time with her throbbing moans. She could feel the
thrusts he made match the humping movements of her hips and waist. She
could feel his hands pinning her to the desk. Finally she found a use
for her hands, exciting him with an increasingly sensual view of her.
Her fingers reached her nipples and pulled. She pinched and stretched
them for his leisure viewing. Matt became very excited wondering how
far she would pull those nipples and how excited it would make her.
The sensations of pain and pleasure sent her farther up the ecstatic
spiral she'd been climbing.
His seed pushed deep within her, she felt the sudden release of
orgasm. She bit back the scream, knowing the secretary outside would
hear. It came out like a hard violent grunt.
Matt collapsed atop her. He knew she'd been yearning to come to him.
She would be glad to screw him any time he wanted. She was thrilled by
his interest in her body. She felt joy at pleasing her boss's desires,
since he knew she loved him deeply.
"I love you deeply Matt," she whispered. He grinned knowing she would
be his secret mistress for as long as he wanted. The hell with Jane,
the bitch had been threatening to tell his wife.
Mary smiled with glee. Matt would surely keep her well while they
slept together in secret...
====
A taped sheet attached to the manuscript: "Dave, This one gave a whole
new meaning to the term Nympho. Almost every guy in the place had her
a few times before we clamped down to restrict the abuses. Jack"
Again, I dunno if I like it. I hope I did the suggestion justice.
Blackie
There was a young girl of renown,
Who'd been made by each male in her town,
Her morals were loose
As the bowels of a goose,
And her eyes were a sad rectum brown.
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