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Subject: Upside Down (really weird) r2

     
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    Group Report
    Research Lab 35
    Dimensional Solutions, Inc. 

   The following erotic snippets are among some of the racier electronic
signals received from a newly discovered parallel world. Unfortunately only
text information was detected during the brief rift. We have no pictures to
back up the rather odd biological references (note the even number of nipples
referred to on their females). 

   This is all the information on file about their sexual practices until
science division authorizes a wider door, but this is not likely since it
would almost certainly result in our detection. 

   Analysis suggests this is a typical stream of net smut on their planet. 
Enjoy if you can.
  You will find a number of gaps in the data. The signal was very noisy and
many parts were transmitted out of order. We did our best to piece the
narrative back together.

   Authorized for general release, code number 14382281745932.

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Subject: REMEMBERING MY PROM 01-21/21
Author: Red the Cumdripper
Date: 26:321.21  glr 04 91 22303
Archive: Rigid Sally's Net Sex Shop
Bag size: 419382

Our players

Jeff, our protagonist, a school junior on his way to his first prom
Nancy, his girlfriend and date for the evening
David,  his older brother
Art, their youngest brother
Jennifer, their sister
Ann and Julie,  her friends
Billy, Ann's brother
Gidget, the well-endowed foreign exchange student  
M#signal loss#eir father

The staff.
Mr. Martin, the horny woodshop teacher who never met a stick he didn't like
Mrs. Everhard, the undersexed German teacher 
Mrs. Limply, the school procter
##er
The groundskeeper
## four cafeteria worke##ast of horny hundreds.


Our story begins a week before the prom and that fateful night when our 
intrepid hero will finally slide the salami...

   Chapter 1
    Let the games begin

Jeff leaned against the alley wall and ## with his friends as they waited for
the bus.

"My mom had a six-hour erection when she was in labor."

"Man, everybody's mom did. Don't talk about it. It's gross."

"Why is it gross? I like erections."

"Who doesn't? But talking about your parents that way is sick."

"What? You want to go screw your mom?"

"No! I just think pregnant chicks are hot."

"Who doesn't? You notice how thick it gets in their pants? They say it turns
kind of purple too."

"Like an elephant."

Chuckles.

"Dad says mom added an extra inch after Billy."

"Gross man. Stop talking about your mother that way."

"I'm just curious is all... I mean they say some girls actually want to get
pregnant... you know then adopt and all."

"You think they really get erections when they nurse or is that all just a
bunch of talk?"

"Shoot. They get them all the time. Don't you ever notice in class? Pricks
have a mind of their own."

"You see how _haaaard_ it was for Susan to get up at the end of Math? She
headed straight for the bathroom."

"Yeah. Probably to whack off."

"I think she likes Andrew from the way she kept looking at him and covering
her lap."

"Leave her alone, man. She just went to adjust her dress. It's embarrassing,"
Arnold sighed. "Why don't you be a little more tolerant, huh? Maybe it's her
time of the month."

"Yeah. I thought so."

"He's sweet on her."

"I am not... but shoot, you know it's got to be uncomfortable with that thing
in your pants. And then everybody knowing how horny you're getting... I mean,
I know guys are the horny ones but even girls think about it some too. It
doesn't seem fair they have to be so public about it."

"Well if they weren't, how would you know if they're interested?"

"I heard sometimes ##s."

"I mean, how they going to avoid being public once they're pregnant?
Everything about their sex lives is public. How else would it be?"

##
"Ah. What are you worried about? I bet you they hide it from us most of the
time. They're as horny as guys we just don't notice."

"I notice when they wear those frilly one piece suits at the beach."

"I think you're lying to me about last summer. I only ever spotted _one_ girl
with that bulge."

"You got to keep an eye on those bikini bottoms to see if they like you."

"Must be none of them liked you."

"You didn't look _haaaard_ enough four eyes."

"Get your finger out of my gut."

"Don't be such a prick, man."

"Shut up##"Humpin' your baseball bat again? That why you always carry it
around?"

He stuck his tongue out.

"At least one of us can do it."

"What's that supposed to mean, pipsqueak?"

"Bet you're tighter than a girl."

"Yeah, man. Jen says you're tighter than her lezzie girlfriend."

He chuckled.

"You bastard!"

"Hey! Cut it## kidding you man##. Ask for a fuckin' vibrator for your birthday
so you can## take a joke.## red school bus pulled into view and ##

--##
"Yeah. It's not that bad."

"You give her head during her period?"

"Yeah. The tampon takes care of all of it... it's kind of funny actually, the
way that little string hangs out when her pole goes up."

"I thought it was dangerous."

"Can't things get lost in there?"

Henry tossed their objections aside with a "Nah".

"I thought girls couldn't get it up when they're on the rag."

Underclassmen. Sheez. "Well it's tough. There's no doubt about it. I had to
lick her balls a lot and pinch her nipples..." And other stuff.

"They like that anyway."

"You sure she wasn't faking?"

"Yeah man, you're just pecker whipped."

"I was horny. It had nothing to do with being nice to her. A guy's gotta do
what a guy's gotta do." He cleared his throat and straightened his collar in
front of the bathroom mirror. Rubbing their noses in it was fun. It made him
feel mature.

"What are you dicks hanging around in the bathroom for? Talking about
tampons?" Trey let the door swing back closed.

"Get out of here. You're such a fucking pussy."

"Tell that to Mr. Martin. He's getting suspicious why you aren't in woodshop
yet."

"He can go sit on himself."

"Come on, girls. Talk about your pricks and prom dresses later. You little
underclassmen are going to help me finish my computer desk no matter what." He
shoved them toward the bathroom door. "I want to get it done before I get out
of here. I don't have these kind of saws at home."

"Quit your aching. He'll let you come back over the summer."

"Yeah, man. You're like his favorite."

"Boys, you're kissing the wrong##apter five

David was on a one week break from classes and brought his girlfriend Hanna
home to meet the family. She was a basketball star at the local college and
quite a prospect. Wonderfully long legs that went all the way up into
tomorrow. Curved hips that wouldn't stop. Moderate sized breasts but a healthy
bulge down below where it really counte##eautiful long hair and a golden
throat to match. When she spoke## such graceful language##ard to believe she##

So it wasn't a lot of bull over the phone. David had struck it rich.

Once Jeff laid eyes on the hot number his not-so## brother had landed, he made
up for lost time and took the first opportunity they were alone together to
start pumping him for all the advice he could about girl##

More crap about positions.

"I don't know. I don't mind letting her be on top sometimes. Her breasts shake
funny when she does that. Those wide hips are kind of hard to get my legs
around, though. You kind of wish nature had made men's hips bigger too so we
could fuck better like that, but I guess then we'd run slower like they do. Oh
well... Some gals don't like it, of course. Screwing like that. They can't
always thrust real well but it's funny to let them try. Feel those heavy balls
slap your ass. Make them work for it. Especially if they're sort of shy about
it or don't want you to think they're butch... I like to pinch her nipples
when she's on top. Sometimes it makes her lose concentration. They got so many
sweet spots on their body, you know? Must be fantastic for them when they
fuck."

"Yeah but who'd want to be that fucking sore when you're boyfriend puts a
condom on you or you can't go all the way... or like during their period when
their balls and breasts get tender... and the blood. Yuck."

"It's not that bad for some women. And they can always take a midol.  There's
a lot of drugs for that stuff now. You'll find that out in college. All those
strapped down old biddies keep that shit out of the high school sex ed, but
all the girls already know about it. I can't stand those fussy housewives like
Mrs. Beachman who make such a big deal about it... they wrap a woman's body
all up in this mystery. It's just sex, man. Life would be so much easier if we
just treated it like it was normal and we were open about stuff."

"You're sounding like your liberated girlfriend. I beat she makes you be on
bottom sometimes."

He shrugged. "What the hell do I care? I'm getting some which is more than
you." He pinched the shorter kid's cheek and shoved him aside.

"So you got any complaints about her? She, uh..." Jeff chuckled, "she looks
pretty well-endowed despite her tits. Either that or she was just real happy
to meet the folks."

"Don't talk about her that way... but yeah. She fills out her bikini nice, not
that it matters."

"So how come her tits aren't bigger? Too much exercise?"

"Naw. That's not always the case. I met a flat chested girl at a party last
year and she had this a really big pecker... before I hooked up with Hanna, of
course."

"Yeah. But it's usually true."

"Usually... but give up the size thing, man. It doesn't really mean anything
and you know it. I mean, yeah, it's great to look at and finger yourself over
the magazines but trust me, in bed it doesn't make a difference. You can't see
shit past most girl's tits anyway so who cares how big she is down there?"

"You and, uh, the girl at the party? Did you?"

"You bet." He grinned proudly. "College is a blast... and I just had to find
out if she'd stuffed a sausage in her panties. But then why not her chest cups
too, you know, if she was going to do it? So I had to see for myself... and
believe me, the fucking thing was huge. It wouldn't fit right away."

"Did she mind?"

"Mind?" Oh. Little brother was worried if he could measure up when she did.
Fantasies had a way of fighting back. "Nah. I didn't bite off more than I
could chew. That hardly ever happens to a guy. It just took me a little longer
to stretch, that's all.... It's the closest I hope I ever get to giving birth,
though. My pussy was gaping for an hour. I kept wanting to look between my
legs to see if anything was left."

"Was it good?"

"Yeah. It's a little different, but it's not any better. Or worse. Why? Is
your girlfriend big?"

"I don't know. She feels about average. She hasn't let me see yet, but I've
had my hands in her pants... I was just wondering... you know, in case I met
this girl at a party..."

David chuckled.

"Is it... if it's a tight fit will I... is she going to--"

"Don't worry. You won't hurt her if she's big. A clitoris is a pretty flexible
thing."
##o you like Hanna?"

"Yeah. I really do. She's a very sweet girl, despite what all the jocks say
about##ite a game when she shot## and won##s."

"Yeah. She's quite a trooper. We had fun that night. Her folks came down t##

"I still can't imagine how they can run up and down the court with all that
stuff bouncing around."

He shrugged. "That's what bras and jocks are for."

"Don't their nuts hurt?"

"Nah. Hanna says she's fine. It doesn't affect our sex life."

"It doesn't bother you when it's her time of the month and she runs around in
front of everybody with a boner strapped to her stomach?"

"It hardly shows when it's strapped down... and women aren't always erect when
they're fertile. It usually goes down when she exercises a lot." He slapped
his shoulder again. "You're just surrounded by a bunch of horny teenagers
getting their first hormones." Then he shrugged. "There's always a cold
shower... she hates that, but it gets her blood running for the game." He
grinned. "It gets real small then."

"I know. Don't they look so funny in swimming pools?"

"Yeah. Their nipples get hard and their dick shrivels up. I never will
understand that. It's just like a chick to do two different things at the same
time."

"I know. I'm sitting in a restaurant and one minute Nancy's asking me to order
for her and then when the meal comes she chews me out."

He shrugged. "Hormones." What else could explain the phrase 'being a dick'?

"Hey. I heard some of them when they get like that, they look each other up in
the locker room to see how big they are. Is that true?"

He laughed. "How would I know. I've never been around that much dick in my
life."

"She hasn't said--"

"Fuck. Like I'm going to ask?"

"It's just that I've always wanted to sneak into the girls locker and watch."

"Every guy has."

"I heard they pork each other when they're stiff."

"Yeah. I wish. You and me both. It's every guy's wet dream." He crossed his
eyebrows. "Though if I thought Hanna was doing it..." David scowl##ad enough
they call half the girls dykes and me a##

"We haven't decided yet. But why don't you just get her on the pill?"

"So she can run around everywhere with an erection? It's not very convenient
for an athlete."

"They have those new ones."

"She had a bad reaction."

"Oh... But isn't a diaphragm hard to put in?"

"Nah. You just have to wait until she's soft. You can't stretch it wide enough
when she's hard... though she loves trying."

"What about those collapsible--"

"That shit doesn't work the way the ads say. She jabbed herself with it and we
couldn't get it back up all night."

"At least then the regular one fit," he joked.

"Man. That shit's nothing to joke about. Girls get really embarrassed when
that happens. How would you like it if, like, your hole wouldn't open up one
night? Or your fingers fell off. You'd be in a fucking panic."

No, Jeff thought. He'd head for that cucumber in the fridge. He laughed. Would
women ever really understand the peculiarly male love of large vegetables?

"Yeah. It's funny now but when it happens to you it hurts. Man, you got to be
nice to a woman if you're interested in get her in regularly. You can't be
teasing about stuff like that. You got to treat her right, kiss her, do all
that lovey-dovey shit, bring them perfume and candy and all."

"You sound like Mr. Romance."

"I'm telling it to you straight so you don't take the old man's advice. Times
have changed. You can't just throw a woman down on the bed, force her to get
it up and fuck her. They get mad at you. She'll yell rape if you get her hard
without permission."

"Yeah... How exactly do you do that? They don't teach the boys that in class
anymore."

"Your girl will show you if she wants. It doesn't always work, anyway."

"Come on man."

"Maybe later. I'm tired of being your library of love. Ask Nancy all this
stuff. She'll tell you. Girls like it when you're honest about that--"

"Like she'll understand it's my lifelong dream to see a bunch of women porking
each other in the showers."

"OK. So maybe not th##

"Yes. Sorry. The dog's in heat again. Every male dog in the neighb## my leg
again."

"Why don't you just have her fixed?"

"I am _not_ going to have her balls cut off," his mother thundered, "and
that's the end of it, young man."

"OK, OK." It was the same argument every year.

##rt thumped the carpet again with his big toes and huffed. It was bad enough
sleeping on the couch with David back in Jeff's room for the week.

"Mom! She's taking forever in the bathroom again--Finally." The door swung
open. He looked at the bulge in her pants and giggled. "She's been whacking
off again!"

Jennifer blushed and took the towel from her wet hair to drape it over her
crotch.

"Stop teasing your sister right now young man!"

"At least I don't wet my panties or leave a white spot on the chair."

"You too young lady!"

"Better than a red one."

She stuck her tongue out at him and stormed downstair##

"Leave your sister alone, dear. She's just starting to bloom."

"I know." He fidgeted in his seat.

"Her body's changing a lot more than yours is. She's becoming a young woman.
All those hormones make her body do strange things, so don't tease her about
it."

"Is she really getting horny all the time?"

"Some girls do. It's a frustrating time of life. She can't always get a
release and she's too young for sex."

"If it's that bad why don't you and dad just let her--"

"She's too young, sweetie and it's none of your business. There are all sorts
of things out there a young woman has to worry about.  Disease. Pregnancy.
We're doing our best to take good care of her. She's taking some new pills and
doing fine but she'll still need time to adjust and learn to control her
feelings. She can't just go in and hump off and get it over with. Feminine
frustration is a lot different. Every woman has to figure it out on her own
and you teasing her doesn't make it any easier."

Art sighed. "Women have to think so much about sex."

"Somebody does dear. Just leave her alone about it. You're hurting her. It's
bad enough her period has to make her cry."

"Are they really that bad?"

"Hers are." Art looked up from the table. "No, mine weren't. Every woman's
different... so do we have a deal?"

"OK. I'm sorry. I thought I was just teasing."

"Well if you have to, pick on her about dolls like you used to." She pinched
him. "She didn't mean what she said about your wet spot, either."

He shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. It's what pads are for... and I'm sure she
gets a little itchy and sweaty there too."

"Yes. I'm sure she does."

---

##
"Ooooh. I'd love to feel those strong back muscles above me."

"He's got a great ass, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. An ass like that could pump out cream all day long."

"Girls! I can't believe you're talking about him that way! He's so nice!"

"Mmmhm. He is. I'm getting hard just thinking what he'd do to me."

"You're always hard, you slut."

"Don't you wish."

"You're the dyke!"

"Cut it out, you two."

"She's hard because Miguel won't give her any cream."

"Yeah. All he does is suck her off."

"Mmm. Better to be happy and frustrated than not cum at all, little girls."

She was such a bitch. Yeah... she probably did want to have something rammed
in her like a guy. Ann loosened the cap to her lipstick and watched the other
girls walk out as she fixed herself in the mirr##

"You got some?"

"Yeah. From this morning. You got the doe?"

"Yeah. Here. You're little brother's an extortionist." She unscrewed the top
to her lunch thermos.

"Well if you'd fuck him like he wants he'd give it to you for free."

"You haven't told him--"

"No. He only knows it's one of my friends. Relax, I'm not going to tell him
who. As long as he knows it's not me, he's fine with it."

"Euyah. Doing it with your own brother--"

"Stop. You're making me sick already."

"If I had a brother this would be so much easier. We could just meet here and
swap stuff."

"Some of us are on the pill you know... But why don't you just learn to put up
with blue balls like the rest of us?"

"I'm not some dyke." She frowned. "It feels too good... and it hurts really
bad when I get them."

"You're just doing it too much. Take a midol. I mean everybody's balls hurt.
What's the big deal?" Ann smacked her lips and chased away some stray pink
while looking in the mirror. "I'm beginning to wonder if you like boys at
all."

"I like them fine!" she protested. "I just... I'm not ready to, you know...
let a boy, um, get me in is all... let him stick my you know what in..." she
whispered. "I mean it must be so awkward to have part of yourself stuck inside
someone like that..."

"Still a virgin, huh?" Ann put her hands on her shoulders. "Relax, would you?
Guys really don't care about size."

"I know." Julie rubbed her nose. "I'm just a late bloomer is all. You saw my
sister."

"I _know_! Your whole family makes me so jealous." Ann applied another layer,
just to be sure. "I wish I could be a model like her... but still, my brother
does think you're really--no I haven't told him, I swear--he's been begging me
to set him up with you for months."

"Really?" Julie brushed her hair back. "He thinks I'm cute?"

"To die for... he leaves a wet spot on the chair whenever he talks about you."

"Really?" Julie giggled and pushed her away. "He does _not_."

"_All_ boys do."

They both giggled.

"That's true... but it's probably not me in particular."

"I think he's trying to get on your good side now so he can have you when your
schlong's out to here like your sister's." Julie popped her in the shoulder.
"Oh! Maybe she stuffs a sausage in her panties."

"We'll find out soon. She's doing a Playboy shoot."

"Really!" Ann laughed. "A shame it's not Penthouse. Billy would love to see
her erect."

"Those magazines are _so_ stupid."

Ann just shrugged. "I've got two brothers. I'm used to it. You can't blame
them really. We wrap it up and hide it from them all day long."

"It's not fair, though. I mean what do they have to stare at?"

"I don't know. I like a nice tight ass and some firm muscles... Hey. I heard
Paula talked her boyfriend into shaving it so she could see his hole."

"Really? Well it's about time one of us did. I'm tired of nicking my scrotum
just to crawl into a bikini."

"Guys will do anything for some shaft."

Giggles.

"You know I found this magazine for fags my older sister bought and it's got
this guy in it who shaved all that. He looks kind of cute. He's got a big pair
of lips around it too. Kind of funny looking."

"No kidding? Call me sometime when she's not around. I'll come over."

"I'll let you _borrow_ it when she's out one weekend. I'm not into--"

Julie blushed.

"That's _not_ what I meant."

"Really?" she teased. "Maybe I could get into it. You're used to being sore
all the time anyway."

"Maybe..."

"Sh!"

The brown metal door swung open.

"Hey Nancy."

"Hey Nancy."

"Hey girls."

Julie turned back to Ann and put her makeup back in her purse. "So you'll call
me about it later?"

"Yeah," she winked.

Nancy opened one of the stall doors as the first bell rang and took something
from her purse.

"Better hurry##

And congratulations to the gymnastics team who ##nally a warning to the young
men. A great deal of ungentlemanly behavior has been tolerated this year. The
school board has just passed##n the future, no more groping will be tolerated
for any excuse. Any boy caught grabbing a girl's ovaries in the hall will be
expelled. Young men need to understand that this can be a very painful thing
to do ##adies do not exist for your degradation and humiliation. I hope you
have been properly chastised and will restrain your lewder comrades."

"Shez. I can believe her name is actually Limply. It's so appropriate."

"Cut it out," Ann whispered. "She's right for once. Somebody sent Rita to the
bathroom crying last week. He really hurt her."

"Found out she stuffs her shorts from what I heard," Joe laughed.

"Well he's no friend of mine," Jeff whispered back with a knowing frown.

"Ladies and gentlemen, though I know there are few of the latter here, can we
get back to-##ou turd! It's because she got kicked in the crotch at soccer
practice that day!"

He shrugged. "Well girls shouldn't play sports anyway. They get hurt too
easy."

"Ooooh! I'm going to##eafed through the pages again.

"Sometimes a girl needs ice on her privates for post coital soreness."

Would Nancy? he wondered.

"Ovaries are delicate organs and while it varies from woman to woman it is
often the case--"

He skipped down.

"We know from studying less complex creatures that evolution forced the female
genitalia outside the body to make more room for the babies as gestation time
increased. The womb is a very large organ and--"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Where's the stuff he wanted?

"There are a variety of forms of feminine discomfort. The firs##and, class,
the muscles used in birth in the female are almost exactly the same as those
used by the male during orgasm. The sensations are even similar. In fact many
women report quite  often during birth tha##xpulsion ## and often find their
spouses of great coaching help and sympathy durin##ow, girls. Diaphragms allow
you to have a lot more feeling than condoms for obvious reasons. But you have
to be careful to place them right or they're useless. And always use a
spermicide. Otherwise when you take it out you can have problems."

"Is it true that you still lose some feeling with diaphragms?"

"I'm afraid so, dear. There is a little feeling around the lip to that
entrance of the womb but you'll hardly miss it. Although it's true an IUD is
more effective and has no such restriction I'm sure you're all aware of the
cancer rate associated with it..."

She droned on and Donna cringed even before the ugly word was mentioned.

"... or worse, class. Possibly even castration."

Gulp! There it was.

"... not to mention a high probability of impotence in addition to
infertility. That's why it's important if you get an IUD to go in every three
months for an internal."

"If... if it's just a... I mean if they have to remove a lot of things--"

"Clitorectomy, dear?"

The whole class flinched.

"Uh, yeah... I mean, if that happens but I still kept my womb... I could still
have children, right."

"Well, it would be hard to please a man... Isn't that always the case anyway?"

The class broke out in giggles. She always did know when to tell a joke to
break the tension.

"You can get impregnated if sperm breaks through your cervix. Although the
odds are poorer--unless you break it with a needle like they do at fertility
clinics--don't make a face. It's better than chancing an erection with a
needle in the other spot. Anyway, it's why it's important to never let any
semen get in or around your birth canal. Trust me, even if you have, uh...
well some of you do have some sexual feeling there but believe me, even if
that's the case the skin's not sensitive to the proper chemicals so it won't
give you release and if you're using a contraceptive, all you'll do is screw
it up.

"Yes I know from some of the disgusted looks that you don't like the idea of
penetration. If it feels good, there's nothing wrong with it and almost all
men won't mind or think less of you if you ask for it. Every woman's
different.

"And yes, Lucy. Even if you lose all your external genitalia to cancer, as
long as you have your womb you can still bear children through artificial
impregnation, though if you lose your ovaries you'll need to take hormones and
find a donor egg.

"I know it's unpleasant for some of you to think about but cancer is a risk,
however tiny, we all have to live with. Don't put off your gynecological
visits and please keep up your breast and ovarian self-exams like we've
practiced.

"In any case it's rare for such radical surgery to be required and even if it
is, in the worst cases a woman can often still reach orgasm and have a
fulfilling relationship with her partner. You'll find as you get more
experienced there are several alternative ways of pleasing men, both
artificial and not--as no doubt all the boys have already found out."

More giggles.

Then the color drained from her face as the teacher slid into a discussion of
prosthesises. Her balls ached like they did during her period. She was going
to be sick.##Sorry class. It's why we started showing diagrams instead of
phot##"You sure you want to stay?"

"Yeah. I want to look at it too."

Actually, she'd already seen it several times. She was more interested in
finding out if Julie really liked guys.

Julie flipped to the exact middle and unfolded the centerfold, a big muscle
bound colored man with a finger in each hole. All the hair had been shaved
from his groin and the two long mounds of flesh that made up his sideways
smile looked just as firm and shined as bright as his finely oiled biceps. He
dripped with a lust she could almost smell. There was a long trail of
clear##istening and making a puddl##ext page he smeared the white cream from
his fingers##as it faked? She heard they did that in some porn films but she'd
never seen eno##old weird things in stores for some men who couldn##ould a guy
really have that much in t##

So Julie did like boys after all. Her heat was obvious even from here. And she
had an incredible bulge. Had she worn that short little black miniskirt on
purpose?

"Want to find out what it's like to have your thing in someone?" Ann offered.

"W-w-what? You?" the shocked girl responded.

"Why not? I won't mind."

"You--you like that?"

"Sure. It'll be fine... just so you can see what it's like, you know?"

"It's--it's the same?"

"Yeah. I been inside a boy before. It's pretty close... not as soft maybe...
but then that'll give you something to look forward to."

"Oh... well that's nice of you to offer for me."

Ann cleared her throat. "_You_ too," she emphasized, jabbing a finger in the
strawberry blonde's navel.

"It'll tear my ..."

"It's got to go sometime. Or were you waiting to have kids?... C'mon. Haven't
you ever put your finger in? Doesn't it feel nice?"

"A-a- little."

"C'mon. Be my boy toy?" Ann pinched her red cheek.

"We'll get sore," she whispered.

"So? Then we'll hop in the shower." She grinned like a vixen. "Or maybe..."
She pulled out a white-filled syringe. "Use this." She giggled naughtily. "I
bought some... C'mon. It won't stay good forever." Julie stared at it in wide-
eyed silence. "But only if you let me pop you," she said seductively.

"Mmm." Julie licked her chops. Her will finally broke. "OK."

"You're such a cumslut."

"Can I have it all?"

"What!? Hardly."

"But you aren't on the pill."

"The little fellas are all dead."

"They say that but then you hear..."

"Oh, all right. I'll use my sister's diaphragm... but you have to help me put
it in," she grinned.

"Ummm..."

Julie scratched her ear nervously.

"In for a penny, in for a pound."

"Mm. OK... You won't say a word about this to anybody?"

"What? Like I'm going to blab? I've got a boyfriend. I'm just curious, that's
all. I figure I've been sore all my life so far, I might as well at least find
out what it's like to be sore with another person. And at least we won't get
each other pregnant."

"You mean you two really haven't--? Not yet?"

"No. The little weasel's nervous."

"Well... I guess I'm curious too... though if I had a boyfriend I wouldn't be
wasting my time with a girl like me."

"There's always Billy."

"You think?"

"He's no weasel... well he is but not when it comes to that. He'll fuck your
balls off I'm sure."

"Fill me to the gills?" she giggled.

"For free," Ann winked.

They collapsed in laughter on the pink sheets, sending the dirty magazine
sliding to the floor.

The pair eventually sobered up. Julie blinked and rose on her elbow to look
over Ann's tall body.

"You sure?" she whispered.

"Yeah. I want to. Don't you?"

"I mean you sure about how it will feel?"

"It'll be about the same I think. Not at the end, of course... and not as
satiny, I guess."

Julie contemplated the rather obvious excitement in her friend's pants.

"You don't--you don't smell right."

"Sorry. That's different too."

Ann raised her hips and carefully slid her pants off. She sat there letting
Julie stare at the tent in her pink underwear before taking the girl's hand
and hooking her finger in the waistband. She raised her buns and dispensed
with those too. Her tube meat bounced free, catching Julie's undivided
attention.

"What... um, what'll we use for lubrication?" she whispered.

"Spit will do."

"Spit?"

"Yeah."  Ann grabbed her pecker and wiggled it up and down. "Go on." She
pointed the rigid organ square at Julie's mouth.

"Su-suck your thing?"

"It doesn't taste bad... uh, that's what one of the gymnastics girls told me.
She can fold herself in two."

Julie snickered shyly. "I always wondered why so many girls liked the sport."

"She likes to rub herself on the mat too."

"So that's what all the liniment is for."

"The stuff is magic. Wish I'd thought of some..." Ann cupped her cheek. "Come
on. I'll do it for you too... I think you're a very pretty girl."

"Could we kiss first?"

"Sure."

Ann lifted the folds of her skirt and probed around, finding the poor thing
barely half-erect.

"Ss-sorry. I guess I'm nervous."

"Hey," she said softly. "We don't have to do this if you're scared."

"Thanks but... but I'm not." She blushed again and her voice dropped. "I've
always wanted to... not that I'm gay or anything."

Ann gave her a hug. "Oh of course you're not. We're just fooling around."

She undid one of the buttons on Julie's blouse. Then another, just to see if
she'd let her. Then Ann sat back and let the girl come to her.

With a tentative hand, Julie tugged at the loose fabric of Ann's tshirt until
she raised her arms and let her friend pull it over her head. Julie waited for
her to unclasp the back of her silk bra, stared a moment at the stiff pink
nipples crowning her perky b-cups and then pulled Ann's hand back to her
blouse.

In seconds they were completely naked.

Ann raised her haunches and pressed her naked flesh into Julie's, offering her
a kiss. Their lips broke off as the girl giggled from the hard warmth of Ann's
pole pressing into her stomach.

"It's soooo big," she laughed.

Ann smiled and placed Julie's hand on it, directing her to bat around her own
semi-rigid cock. The soft friction was delicious. She could feel Julie growing
even bigger from the contact.

She wondered if one of them could fit into the other when they were both hard
enough. It would be fun trying. Maybe she could find a woman small enough some
day... or maybe there was a film about it. She should look in the back of one
of Billy's well hidden magazines.

But should she abuse herself that way? A finger was one thing. Something
inside sucking back at her...

Julie curled a lock of the brunette's hair. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"You, sweetie."

Ann giggled and brushed her stiff nipples against Julie's still girlish bumps.
Taking her pecker between her thumb and forefinger, she gently tapped Julie's
organ like a dueling swordsmen of old.

Julie must have been thinking the same thing because she took her own
reanimated organ and fought back until she was just as stiff.

"Ah!"

Julie pushed her to the bed and smothered her in kisses.

"I love your perfume."

Julie blushed.

"Thanks."

Despite a few more minutes of necking and rolling around in the sheets, to
Ann's dismay her partner softened again. Julie noticed it too, which only
confused the girl. She could feel the sexual warmth rising in both of them.

"It'll go up eventually... I want it to and all."

"I know. You're just a little nervous but I understand. It happens to me too."
No wonder she was afraid of doing it with a boy. Maybe this afternoon would
give her enough confidence.

"I really like you."

"I know." Ann licked at one of her stiff nipples again. "You're whole body's
flush."

Julie looked down at herself, somewhat pleased and a little bit embarrassed at
the form her friendly affection had taken.

Ann tweaked the nipple again and her mouth marched down her lithe frame,
setting every inch of skin on fire. Before Julie could come to her senses and
escape the single-minded fog of passion, Ann was crouched between her splayed
legs, licking pleasantly at her ovaries.

There was no turning back.

Ann took the semi-flaccid piece of meat in her hand and stroked it with her
wet palm, carefully eyeing the tiny veins as the smooth white skin stretched
tight. She squeezed the hardening sponginess, collapsing the hollow tunnel
within and forcing it to massage itself.

She licked her lips.

"You'll say something if I don't get it quite right?"

Julie giggled. "There's only one thing you need to know about a big piece of
meat, little lady. It has no conscience."

Ann giggled back. Mrs. Lipsnitz was a funny sex-ed teacher.

Of course hungry holes were notorious for their lack of conscience too... and
they could leave you barefoot and pregnant...

But not this one. It certainly wouldn't dribble white.

She could barely see half of Julie's little groove beneath her balls. Without
any surrounding lips it looked like a poorly endowed boy's. Of course it had
the pale gray and not the manly pink...

Inside it seemed to glisten!

So she was one of those girls too, huh? Ann hoped whatever boy she picked
wouldn't make fun of her for it.

Hmmm... but her pole still wasn't quite vertical.

"Unh... unh OOOH!"

The tip of Julie's stiff organ turned purple.

"Great, huh?"

"That's my e-spot?"

"Yes. And it works fantastic." Ann wiggled a finger inside her canal again and
bore down. Julie gritted her teeth as her erection surged. "It doesn't bother
you does it?"

"No."

"Good.... you can do it to me if you'd like."

"Later."

Ann giggled. She had her where she wanted. She fingered the girl's gland again
and kissed the circular opening of her clitoral tube. The glans was fully
retracted now, showing the creamy pink inside.

A drop of spittle slowly formed on her tongue.

Julie watched in rapt anticipation as it dangled ever lower, letting out a
gasp as it snapped and fell into her shadowy recesses. Ann massaged the
outside to work it lower, pleased with the stiff shiver that ran through the
rod. The thick vein on its top throbbed under her palm.

How stiff could she get it?

Ann pressed into her womb even harder.

Julie grunted twice and then gasped when Ann's nail slipped and pressed into
the side of her cervix. Her lockermate seized up and peed on her hand. Just a
little squirt of yellow splashing her balls.

"Sorry," Ann mumbled.

"It's OK... It felt really good," she said quietly.

Ann pulled out of her slick tunnel and worked the coated member into Julie's
prick. The girl went wild with moans.

So it was true about some girls making the stuff.

Was that why she was scared of boys?

With her other hand, Ann worked some of the secretions into her own organ
where it created a wonderful prickling tingle. Almost as good as her
boyfriend's.

Maybe this lezbo stuff wasn't as bad as people said...

She absentmindedly stroked herself and fell almost effortlessly into giving
Julie a blowjob. It was both girl's first, but Ann must be doing it right from
the way her best friend responded. She worked her tongue into the tip, pulling
the head wider and it looked like fireworks would jump out of the girl's eyes.
She moaned and thrashed and pinched her growing bosom feverishly##elt her
surge##Nungh! Un! Awahw!"

She finally snapped free of its grasp.

"Sorry."

"Sssthokay." She moved her jaws up and down##she knew better than to ##with
liquid running in it. ##arried away.

##an I return the favor?"

"You want to?"

"Yes.##ed.
Ann took the initiative and squatted over the shy girl. It felt so good
getting pressure inside there.  Her prick shot rigid each time Julie's rod
tried to break through her cervix. Too bad she'd have to have a kid before she
could stretch as wide as a guy... but Julie wasn't big enough (yet--she
crossed her fingers for her friend) to cause any problems.

Her sack pooled on the womanly bulge of Julie's womb, sending a thrill through
the bottom of her balls as they dragged back and forth over the navel.

She took Julie's fingers and wrapped them around her cock.

"Stroke my clitty baby."

Julie grinned and pointed it up so she could pump in rhythm to the bounce. Her
other hand fell from Ann's nipple and Julie rolled a glob of spit on it,
working the finger slowly into the tip. It felt so delicious. Her sack began
to ache, yanking her womb ever lower to chase the tiny bit of liquid trickling
into her.

Julie began fucking her with the finger, treating her like a boy... girls
weren't supposed to be penetrated like this. The thrill of it was so naughty
and forbidden. And here she was getting it in _two_ places now!

The stroking inside and out was so delicious. Her rod surged each time her
bottom touched Julie's hips and that spot in her was scratched.

She spasmed as the stream of spit finally entered her body cavity... it was so
sweet, even if she knew the taste of it wouldn't offer her the full release
she craved.

Inside her, she could feel Julie's organ flaring too, scraping and searching
for cum just like it would if she were a real boy. But Ann wasn't. Her body
was giving Julie's erection the same frustrating nothingness to feed on. The
punishment was such a dirty double thrill. Getting and giving at the same
time. No wonder girls did this with each other... it was the womanly pleasure
no man could understand. She _shared_ something here, just the two of them.

Julie still squinted from the surging pleasure. Her mouth squirmed and she
cried out. Even after the spasm had passed, her breathing wouldn't slow.

"You're not sore yet, are you?"

"No," Julie smiled. "Not yet... I'm still in heaven."

She gazed around the room, a bit in panic when she couldn't remember where the
vial had disappeared to.

"You can have it whenever you say."

"OK... I trust you."

"You want to do me now?"

"Umm... OK. Was it good?"

"It was great... sorry I can't cream for you."

She winked.

"Not without medical help, anyway."

"Yeah... but it's kind of sweet sharing the frustration."

"It is, isn't it? It's something guys can never understand."

"Yeah."

Ann lifted her hips and let her girlfriend slip out of her. Just for the hell
of it, she took the girl's long balls and rubbed them against her own, sending
a sexual shiver through the two of them.

"What are you doing?" she asked as Ann brushed her own to the side and
stretched Julie's delicate sack.

They brushed against the fur of her still slick hole now. Ann popped one of
the ovaries inside.

"How does it feel?"

"It hurts a little, actually."

"Sorry."

"No. It was interesting for a moment."

"I heard some guys try it. I just wanted to see... mine don't ever hang low
enough."  Ann grabbed her own sack and tried it on Julie who giggled.

"It tickles," she explained.

"Yeah." Ann smiled back. "I guess that's why boys do it."

She sat back and greased up her pole, eyeing her drooling target. This would
feel nice with all that precum dribbling out of her.

Julie pulled her balls up and spread her birth canal open with two fingers.

"Funny how much it looks like a guys when you get the balls out of the way."

"Mmm," she agreed. "But I like those large floppy lips."

"Like that redhead in there?"

"Wasn't he sexy?"

"I get hard just thinking about him."

Julie sighed.

"Sorry I can't really hump you well."

"It's OK... Did I do OK?"

"Oh yes!" Julie purred. "You really have good hips..." The girl frowned. "Is
it OK to say that."

"Sure. I don't mind."

"It's not that I think you're boyish at all mind you..."

"I know... I think you're very much a girl too." Ann smiled. "We're just two
healthy, horny, red-blooded girls having fun."

Julie giggled with her.

Ann swept hair over her shoulder and with one stroke, rammed right in. This
was the first time, she realized, she'd ever had a chance to practice her
thrusting. It didn't come very naturally.

Would her boyfriend not let her do any of the work, she wondered.

The boyish fluids oozing out of the strawberry blonde made her sexual itch
hungrier than it had ever been. She tried to open the tip as wide as she could
to scoop it up. Despite the bad angle, enough trickled in to make her
lightheaded.

She stroked Julie's unattended clit and pinched one of her nipples as the girl
returned the favor, cupping one of her shuddering tits.

Just for the hell of it, Julie picked her balls back up by the short hairs and
dangled the soft spot at the back of them over Ann's shaft, letting them
slowly get slick.

She let them go, licking her lips at the succulent pleasure caused by the way
it stretched the skin between them as the orbs dangled over each side. They
balanced just right for a few strokes, their velvet touch sending a shudder
through Julie.  Before her sack could get pinched, it fell over again to one
side, Ann's hard organ bending and sweeping its cords uncomfortably.

"It kind of hurts," she complained.

"Hold them for me, sweetie and play with them. I'll stroke you."

"Maybe I should turn over."

"No. I want to kiss##think we'll both get hurt if we try to put it in at the
same time."

"Yeah. I guess you're right. It was worth a try."

"We could, um--"

"69?"

"Yes!## always wanted to be sandwiched between two girls. One in me and me in
the other one. I overheard Billy talking to his friends in his room and one of
them said he saw this film where six wome##

The door swung open.

"OH! GAAAAHross!" Ann's older sister dropped her purse and ran off down the
hall, leaving the two girls fumbling awkwardly over one another.

"SHit shit shit shit shit... Mom will flip if she hears."

"Wait." Julie was afraid that disentangling any faster would damaged their
various engorged parts. But she felt remarkably calm about their discovery.
She stroked Ann's arm, trying to keep her from ripping anything sensitive and
engorged. "Um... Give her the stuff," she suggested while they lay locked
together. "Maybe she won't say anything... or threaten to show your mother the
magazine if she does."

"Shit shit. She'll still blab about it. Shit. She's such a mouth. My life is
ruined. Oh I'm dead! My boyfriend's going to shut his legs for sure now."

"No he won't." Ann finally managed to work her throbbing clit free.  "Tell
them... tell them they'll think it's genetic if she says anything. That she's
gay too--no! Better yet! Tell her you'll hide the magazine in Billy's room and
they'll think the whole family is queer."

"You are such a pussy! How could you do that to him, after all the orgasms
he's given you?!"

"I'd still have him if no one else would." She grinned evilly.

"What's gotten into you?"

"You mean besides you?"

"Stop talking about it. Shit. I need a girdle." Ann pulled her dresser drawers
open furiously. "This thing won't go down for hours."

"You like me that much?"

Ann groaned. "Of course I do... I still have a boyfriend, you know."

"I know I'm just a side dish."

"Dammit. Come on and get dressed. I've got to catch Cynthia before she bolts
out of the house and I can't go walking around with my boner waving in the
wind."

While Ann strapped it to her stomach, she walked over to the window and looked
nervously through the shades. Good. The car was still there. She tripped over
Julie's bra and handed it to her. Then she threw on a robe.

"Can't I help you get dressed too?" Julie asked.

"No, but thanks. I've got to hurry and try some of your blackmail ideas on
Cynthia. Mom will be home in an hour. This is big."

"You certainly were..." Julie stood on her tiptoes and gave her a shy kiss.

Ann blushed a little. "Thanks." She buttoned up Julie's blouse. "Not too sore
I hope?"

"No. I'll live... it was sweet. Thanks. Maybe... maybe you can set me up with
your brother sometime."

"He'd like that."

Julie smirked. "Maybe I'll make my way around the whole family."

"Cynth?" She laughed. "Forget it. You'd have to tie her up."

"There's an idea."

Ann stood and fumbled into some slippers.

"Well, I'll go try to fix it. At least she didn't get a good look of your
face."

Julie giggled. "How could she like that?"

"Yeah. That's one advantage to the position..." Though she'd obviously seen
Julie's heavy-with-passion balls easily enough. "Hurry and run out the back
door while she's still in the kitchen." Julie leaned in for one last kiss and
Ann's heart quivered, threatening to sink even further. What had she started
here? "Go on. I'll see you on the bus tom##bviously ##lurring her s's.

"Talking funny, I see. Or should I say funnier."

Julie stuck her abused tongue out at her older sister.

"Isn't that what got you into trouble in the first place##lease. Cover
yourself better if you're going to stand there pointing it at another gir##et
her milk down on the kitchen table.

Ann folded the bathrobe tighter.

"Listen, Cynth. This is how it's going to be. If you EVER tell anyone about
this you're dead. You got it? You shouldn't have come--"

"It's _my_ room. You owe _me_ the apology. You and your little pussy-girl.
Ugh. Is that really what##nt?"
##"Oh keep the damn magazine if you want it. It's five years old, or haven't
you noticed. I haven't gotten around to throwing it out."

"Sure you haven't."

"If I really wanted it don't you think it'd be ##instead of##ood point.##I
swear! OK! Are you satisfied you little blackmailing bitch? I mean how could I
spread it around. What would I say? My little sister's into S&M and is hot to
jump your cock? How would that make the family look?"

"Not that it's any of your business but I was just experimentin##s not putting
out and I was getting kind of horn##you what. I'll let you sneak Randy up here
a few afternoons and I'll act as lookout. Deal?" She didn't want her being
pissed. She was dangerous that way.

"Deal... and keep the damn magazine if it makes you that stiff."

"I _have_ a boyfriend. I was just experimenting. Haven't you ever done that?"

"Groooooss. Not like tha##--

"Man, the bitch is a tease. All tent and no pole."

"Maybe she just didn't like you."

"Yeah," he snickered. "She likes straws better."

"Maybe."

"Yeah. You see the way she sucked on that coke at lunch with her girlfriend?"

The boys laughed.

"Pass me the damn cigarette."

"Sure... Yeah but you think... really. You think she'd ever let another girl
screw her?"

"She doesn't have the balls for it."

They laughed.

"Yeah. She probably wouldn't have the balls for a real guy, eithe##eard he
gave her a disease."

"That hoseboy? I wouldn't be surprised."

"Family had to send her away before it ate her pecker off."

"Sheez. What an inconsiderate prick. It's a two minute exam."

"Why should he take it? So he can find out and be gay the rest of his lif##

She opened her brown locker door to shield them from the other girls.

"So how about it? Want to go to the beach with my family this weekend or not?"

"Umm... I can't. My um... period and all."

He grinned.

"So? We'll strap it really tight."

Alice blushed. Why did he always have to stick his nose into her business?
Couldn't he just be like the other boys and not pry about her period? It was
always foolproof with the rest.

"It's... it's too big," she sighed. "I don't have anything that fits anymore
right now."

"Well I'll buy you something," he offered eagerly. "Come on. I want to show my
best girl off. You're gorgeous."

She simpered. She couldn't help it. It was almost a reflex when he got like
this.

Before she knew what was happening she was already picking out a design in her
head.

"Thanks... but... but I..."

The idea of being horny around all those thinly clad guys made nervous. Which
only made her more horny. Yeah... getting her bones jumped... riden...

She bit her lip. She couldn't afford to get hard right here. Not now. Not
dressed like this. She wasn't fixed for it.

"Oh I know what it is... Yeah." He thumped his finger on the metal shelf and
she could see the plan hatching in his head. "I'm not feeling too good myself.
I think I'll stay home too. Yeah... You guys gone on. I'll be fine at home...
all by myself..."

The lilting pitch in his voice tipped her off to his impure intentions.

"_Jonathan_," she whined.

She hated wearing rubbers. The feeling was never right. And the furious thing
was that guys just didn't care when she fought with herself about it. Didn't
they know what it did to her?

His hand drifted down her thigh and teased the hem of her blue skirt.

"Come on, baby. You know I want it."

But she'd get so _sore_ afterwards... it was like getting her period twice a
month. Her balls ached for days. Would it ever stop like her mother promised?

"Come on... I'll even spring for the rubber."

She groaned. There it was. The dreaded word.

"Do we have to talk about this _here_... _now_?"

--##Why wouldn't her mother let her get a perscription for the damn pills? She
knew she was just going to have sex anyway. Why the torture?

If it got any worse she'd try casting her fate to the rhythm method.

Damn these hormones. Why couldn't she think of anything else!##lright.
I'll go with you to the damn beach, but it's going to be expensive."

"A blowjob?" he chuckled.

"Well that too..." she snickered.

"What?"

"It's got to have a lot of fabric... and frills. And there's no way I'm
getting it wet."

"Awwww..."

"That's my _only_ offer. If you stay home, it really will be alone."

"OK. I'm sold." He pinched her. "But _I_ get to see you wet in it... even if
it's just in the shower."

He loved the way it pulled tight against all her stiff parts, making that sexy
outline. He especially loved how it got a little transparent in parts... in
just the right parts... Hell, he spent some days just trying to get a peak at
her cardigan from the right angle, hoping and praying she was a little chilly.

She cocked her eyebro##

---

"Dykes. I'll never understand them. They really take turns screwing each other
that way?"

"Yeah. The birth canal feels good for them, not as good of course as a guy's
hole but... some of them like to pretend... and ever since they synthesized
that chemical they don't have to be into S&M all night to do it or rely on a
donor... It used to take real discipline. I guess that's why more of them are
coming out of the closet, so to speak."

"A woman really gets sore if she's aroused like that long?"

"If she comes too much without the big one... yeah. And of course you have to
tie her down to stop once she gets going but... but it varies a lot. Depends
on her period too. But then women don't become lesbians out of self-
restraint."

"Ugh. I guess it's better than two guys fingering each other and drinking
their stuff."

"Gross... Why are you asking about this shit?"

"Oh, um... I was just remembering that film... girls really do that?"

"Nah. It's just for guys. Girls don't like seeing that stuff. Guys like seeing
shit. A girl's got it all hanging out, you know, so what does she need to see?
She's into emotion and all that crap, finding out what the guy's like
inside... and with guys, it's the more the merrier. You know, see the field."

"More...? You?"

"Me? Oh... no. Hanna would kill me. I _have_ made her drill my other hole,
though. They really hate that--almost as much as wearing a condom which she
had to so she wouldn't give me an infection later when she went after my cum.
Well... so she wouldn't get one either, I guess. Man, they _hate_ anal sex...
But listen. Don't ever talk one into it if she's really big. You'll hit your
prostate all right but it'll hurt like hell."

"I've always wanted to do it, have two girls in there, then suck another and
make them all beg for it.... or make them swallow it. That frustrates them
too... or have one of them do the other while you watch."

"Who doesn't?  There something erotic about watching two women do something so
fruitless and frustrating like that... the way they get all red and desperate.
Makes you feel important. Of course they've usually got their own fantasy
about having two or more guys bath them in the stuff."

"Yuck."

"Wait until you see what it does to them.  Then you'll understand."

"I've seen--"

"If you haven't gone all the way, you haven't seen a thing. Movies are
nothing."

"Oh."

David yawned. He wished he hadn't let Art talk him into the sleeping bag.

"I liked that picture where one of the girls is shoving it to the one with the
small tits and her pecker is all shriveled up like she's scared or
intimidated."

"Yeah. That expression on her face was so cute. I like freckles."

"How do you think they do that? Do porn, I mean. It must be hard to keep it up
when they don't want to. I mean all a guy needs is a little saliva."

"Well it _can_ be uncomfortable if you're not ready... but yeah, I know what
you mean. Guys don't have much to do... they're sort of always prepared." He
chuckled. "We're _always_ ready for sex."

He was right now. He couldn't wait to get back to classes... and it wasn't the
books.

"I don't know. It's kind of cute when the girl is limp."

"Did you see when she took that cumbath and it shot right up. Her eyes bugged
out."

"Yeah."

"But what good does it do then?"

"That's the fun of it."

"Oh."

"Hey. In this magazine I read I heard some hookers charge a lot for that. Is
that true?"

"Yeah. They like to wear condoms to keep the distance. They won't kiss you
either... can you believe they actually prefer drinking the stuff?"

"Whatever."

"I also read some prostitutes have theirs removed. Is that true?"

"Their ovaries? Some. I guess they don't want to get pregnant. I don't really
know why. They could just have their cords tied. A lot of them do that... but
most Johns don't find a castrated girl attractive. I mean who could? You'd
have to be really degraded to do that to some girl."

"Hump an empty sack. Ugh."

"But then how could they still get it--"

"Hormone pills, dummy. Like the kind mom takes."

"Oh."

"I hear some of them take pills to stay stiff all night anyway."

"Yeah. And those condoms all the time."

"It's not satisfying work, that's for sure. I think they must hate having
orgasms. And all those disease precautions. I mean, I'd hate not to be able to
father children, but I can't imagine what it's like having cold sores on parts
that sensitive."

"Or worse."

"Not kissing... how could you not kiss?"

"It's not about love in their profession. Just about getting hard for some guy
long enough for him to squirt. Or sometimes just a hand job."

"I don't think that would be much fun. I mean you can always do it yourself."

"It's... a little better with someone else's fingers."

The boys snickered.

"I mean you can feel her tits or look at her... sometimes johns will get off
squeezing their peckers with their hands. Some guys want to suck on it##
"Hey. You hear about that rapist who cut that poor girl's pecker off?"

"That was horrible! I'd kill that fucker if I found him!"

"At least she can still have kids."

"The doctors say she can still orgasm. At least that's not--"

"Shit. Still... That fucker! It happened right here in the city."

"They ought to sew him up."

"What? Like those ancient warriors? No. That wouldn't do it. They need to
remove his testicles."

"They can do that?"

"Yeah. They'd need to find the right doctor. They do it for some cancers."

"It's like the middle ages all over man. When they used to cut up all those
slave girls."

"Damn those bitches were jealous. How could you do that to another human
being, even if your husband was trying to screw her?"

"My history teacher said it was exaggerated. The guys liked raping them too
much to do it, which wasn't much better... and he said some of them cut their
own off because of it."

"That's terrible."

"It makes me want to puke."

"Better than dying with a coat hanger up your canal."

"I gues##
"I wouldn't worry too much, little brothers. He'll get his."

"What do you mean?"

"A lot of felons have girlfriends, mothers, sisters, daughters. They don't
take to kindly to rapists in prison. I wouldn't be surprised if someone
doesn't rape him with a razor."

"Ug##
"He'll wish he was sewn up."##Like that girl in your class who thought she was
a boy until puberty?"

"It's got to be a hell of a shock to roll out of bed one day and find you're
growing breasts and bleeding through your hole."

"Yeah... They can test for that in the womb now and fix it. Oh well, I'm sure
she'll find some nice queer guy to marry who's used to a strapon."

"I think she kept her old girlfriend. I haven't heard anything about her since
we graduated."

"We'll see how long that lasts."

"I don't know. She could always go buy some of that geriatric stuff and the
two of them could split it."

"Or they could stay sore all day if their poor."

"I read in class that with girls like that... they're still sensitive to cum
but since... since the erection's not on the outside, they don't get sore
without it."

"Sounds great... except for her lover."

"Yeah. It's got to be frustrating."
##hey told us in class about this transsexual
girl..."

"Yeah. The one who had all her stuff cut off."

"They started her on hormones and she sprouted hair everywhere. Then they took
her clitoris and turned it inside out and grafted it to her birth canal."

"Yeah. We studied her in class. They say she can orgasm. It's an easy enough
procedure for women. Too bad more transsexuals are men. There's not much you
can do. Shave their bodies, start them on hormones and let their chests fill
out. Sometimes the penis starts to grow out and dangle like a little hose, but
it isn't the same. You can't fuck with it so they wear those stupid strapons
like some queers do, only they walk around with them on all day, pretending to
have periods and shit."

"I read about this one guy. It's funny. He stopped making sperm, but when he
rubbed some in--"

"Yeah. I know. The hormones change the skin."

"Boy that would be great if you could do both though, wouldn't it?"

"You'd have a heart attack."

David turned over on the hard floor.

"Don't you horny bastards ever go to sleep?"

   Chapter 19
    When All##

Meanwhile back at the dress shop, Nancy and her mother finall##ow this girdle
is made of 100% silk." Nancy ran it through her fingers. It was like being
kissed by air. "Not only will it restrain you but it will feel just marvelous
while it does. Oh honey, it's wonderful for soreness too. Trust me."

She turned to her mother with a little crimson in her cheeks.

"Go on, darling. You're a woman now. You deserve to wear nice things."

"It feels--"

"I know how it feels, love. You deserve it." She turned to the old clerk. "Do
you have one with lace?"

"Yes. But the feels not as nice."

"We'll take two of these then."

She smiled like a satisfied saleswoman should.

"Wonderful choice. I'll need her numbers first but we can get those when I
measure for the dress. Do you want to##al or purchase?"

"Rental, definitely... Nancy, darling. I'm going to look at shoes for a while.
Will you be fine on your own?"

"Sure."

"She's in excellent h##hat are your cup sizes dear?

"Oh... um, size 32C."

"And the other?"

"Um, 5 and a half, I think. But I'm having another growth spurt."

"Well good for you dear. Do you need a little private time to measure it?"

"No... no, I'm fine."

"I can leave a little space in it if you'd like."

"That would be nice."

"How much?"

"About an inch."

"An inch? My. Is your sister a late bloomer too?"

"No. My mom was. I don't have a sister."

"Well. And how about the hips?"

"I'm a 32."

"Good. That should do it then. You should love the blue."

"You sure the cut in the front isn't too low?"

"No child. It's just fine. You need to start showing a little cleavage. You
have a wonderful bosom."

"I know."

"Your boyfriend doesn't pester you about size, does he?"

"No. He thinks I'm very beautiful."

"Good. Most men really don't care, you know... I've seen so many poor girls in
here who have ruined themselves with implants or that horrible stretching
dev##such a sham##--

"Thanks for being so patient." Dolly stroked her husband's brow.

"No problem." He glanced up from her balls. "Sure you don't want me to finger
you?"

"It's been leaving me sore lately. It must be the hysterectomy."

"Just checking. I understand... Too bad I couldn't crawl on your hips when you
were having Art. That would have been fun."

"Yes. It would have. You wouldn't believe how stiff I was. It was so
embarrassing to do it around all those doctors and nurses, though."

"They understand. They see it all the time."

"I did appreciate your cream, though... even if it was a little cold."

"Yeah. That Doctor Mathas. He thinks of everything, doesn't he?"

"Yes. I like an old fashioned doctor."

"You want me to do that now?"

"No honey. It's sweet of you to offer but I want you to enjoy having me.
I don't want to cheat you of anything... try pulling on my balls gently."

"OK."

Dolly rolled the nubs of her nipples aroun## slowly felt herself begin to rise
and fill out.

"Almost there..." her husband grinned, slipping a disobedient finger into his
wife.

"Ah!" she exclaimed with surprise as she surged the final inch. "Hurry up!"
she whispered with glee.

He straddled her hips and placed two hands on her lovely, if sagging mounds
while she guided herself in.

"Not having trouble lubricating tonight, I see. Has it really been that long?"

"I used some the vagigel."

"Oh. Sorry."

"We're both getting older. Nothing to be ashamed about."

"You're right of course."

"Rats," he mumbled, shivering in ecstasy after only a dozen humps.

"Oooo... oooo... ah...." The peals of feminine joy filled their bedroom. His
ooze flowed over her pole, making the tingles implode.

"Unh... sorry..."

"Oooo... no." She trembled. "Don't be. You're wonderful."

"Unnh," he grunted. "I wanted us to have... uh--more fun."

They shook in each other's arms, kissing as their bodies locked together in
orgasm.##

"Is that another hot flash or are you happy to see me?"

"OOoooohhhh," she purred. "Happy."

---

"Can I ask you a little advice about tonight?"

"Sure, little brother. ##You're not... it's not your, um... you know. It won't
hurt...?"

"Oh. That. No. I took care of that a long time ago."

"Yeah. I figured. Chicks are always complaining about not finding a virgin. I
guess it's their fault for not letting young boys into their pants fast
enough."

"I _know_. How do they expect us to wait? I mean they get to whack off all
they want and we're supposed to sit there with the itch?"

"Yeah, well. Whacking off isn't al## and you may have lost yours but she might
not."

"What? She's got a hymen?"

"She might. She might want you to break it with your fingers or something."

"Really? Down there?"

"Yeah. She might like a little of that if she's got feeling in there. But she
won't have a ton, so don't spend all your time on ##. That and her nipples."

"Man, girls have hot spots all over their bodies."

"It's like a minefield##and of course don't neglect her dick. Put your finger
in it and tease her... make her fuck it." His little brother made a face.
"There's nothing wrong with giving her a little penetration too. It's kind of
naughty. She'll love it."

"Only guys are supposed to--"

"Oh, grow up. She'll probably want to kiss your hole too or lick your little
lips down there. Go ahead and let her and don't say anything. Sometimes it's a
disappointment, I know. But it's kind of fun getting frenched there## and you
can work your tongue into her pecker." He cleared his throat. "As long as you
pull it out in time." Jeff chuckled. "They like having their hose stretched
out. Wet stuff going down it really turns them on. ##hy do you think sis
spends so much time douching?"

They both cracked u##
"Well. One thing you can do is tease her. Get her good and stiff. Maybe let
her have an orgasm or two first. She'll stay erect until she sucks your cream
down. You gotta watch what that does to her face... are you using a condom?"

"No. She's on the pill."

"Good. Otherwise she'll stay hard really long afterwards and maybe get blue
balls. It's not pleasant I hear. You have to rub some on the outside and that
helps... I guess since she's on the pill she won't have any trouble getting it
up."

"Are you kidding? She's had a bulge in her pants every time I've seen her."

"Pants, huh? Sounds like a real slut all right. You should get her into
blouses and dresses if you're going steady so she won't be such a hole
teaser... anyway, if you ever have one who can't get it up, just be nice with
her about it. You can both still have a really good time in bed. Even if
she's, like on the rag or something she can still come. Just drip some of
yours on her."

"I know all##
"Don't bounce her balls to death, either. Take it easy... is it her first
too?"

"I don't know."

"Well, she might want to be on top for some control. I know most girls are
pitiful at thrusting and your stuff might not drip out right but, it'll
reassure her if she has a little control. It's... it's very awkward for some
women being alone naked with a guy. I mean, man, they're bodies light up like
a Christmas tree when they're turned on. Stiff nipples, stiff dick. You can
grab that sucker and lead them around anywhere. Stroke it a little and they'll
do whatever you say. They get really vulnerable like that. It's cute when
they're coy. They flush all over. It's sexy as hell to see them laying on
their backs, stiff as a board, afraid to move."

"I know. They told us all this in class. And we've gone parking some."

"Well, just... you know. If she can't get it up again, don't make a big deal
about it. Let her use her fingers on you if that's the case. On some women the
thing really has a mind of its own. Sometimes it'll get sore the second time
around, just like with some guys.##o. It's not like fingers, either, because
it goes the whole way up... and if she's big, it could take you a while to
stretch back into shape. It feels really funny too while you're sitting
ther##t spasms."

"Will there be stuff left in there? Will I have to go to the bathroom
afterwards?"

He chuckled. "No. Trust me. It's not as messy as by yourself. She'll get it
_all_. There's this weird suction you both make... it's the strangest thing
every time you feel it... though I don't know. You might feel a little sticky
afterwards. You can always wash off... just... don't go anywhere for a while
when you're finished. Chicks like it when you stay with them and caress them
and say nice things while they're going back down. Wait an hour or so, you
know?"

"I know _that_. I'm not that green."

"You might want to douche her in the morning. Sometimes it's fun to play
around with the shower nozzle." He grinned. "Watch her get hard again and all
that stuff dribble out. They love that."

"Yeah. I kind of... I think she'll let me do it. Is it... will she come again
when all that stuff comes back out?"

"Ummm... Sometimes they say it tingles but... the compounds break down pretty
quickly. She won't be oozing a lot of gunk if that's what bothers you. That
takes a few days... and..." He almost giggled. "Sometimes it pops back out
their birth canal instead. Hanna says it tickles. You can douche her there
too."

"You lend her one of your pads when the happens?"

That was what they were made for, he thought.

"Yeah. I do. It's kind of cute... but she complains about the smell not being
the same. It kind of ferments and most of it crusts like it does in you so it
doesn't come out like when you... well.  Just don't say ANYTHING to ANYBODY
about it leaking out of a girl's hole if it happens. She'll share it if you're
really intimate but they think it makes them mannish for obvious reasons. I
mean, comment about her mustache or something else."

"It doesn't completely dry in there?"

"Like on your hanky, thigh cheese?" he needled his little brother. "Some. Just
another reason to douch##
"And don't try to force her into a lot of different positions right away. If
she offers, OK. You know her better than I do, but I've met a couple of girls
who don't like to move around a lot. They like it when they get their balls
comfortable and it can take some of them a while depending on how big and
furry they are."

"Really? I was hoping to--"

"I know what you were hoping to do. If she says yes, go ahead, but try not to
break her rhythm. She can get sore that way too, even if she doesn't have
enough experience to know any better."

David turn##embered in class wha##id you get an internal?"

"Yeah, uh... Mom made me go.... and I figured what with tonight and all it
wouldn't be a bad idea. Everything's fine."

"It always is... though the older you get, it's a good idea to at least get
checked for STDs...."

"I think dames must be pissed about getting fingers poked up their womb and
their nuts squeezed so they make us do it too."

David snickered. "I know. As if guys had a lot to feel up... But better safe
than sorry... so how was it? Your first, right?"

"Yeah. It went Ok. She fingered that little gland and I squirted stuff all
over her finger."

"The prostate exam? You came?"

"Yeah."

"Embarrassed at all?"

He let out an evil grin. "No. But I think the doctor was unnerved."

"Was she young?"

"Yeah. She was pretty too. I almost creamed my shorts when I first saw her and
figured out where she'd be putting her fingers... The way she looked at the
stuff in her hand I could swear she was licking her chops."

"She stuck it all in a little jar?"

"Yeah... I wouldn't sign the donor form, though."

"Well... who the hell would want your genes for their kid anyway?" Jeff hit
him in the arm. "I'm sure you'll make two lesbians very happy."

"Gross... She just ran tests on it."

"Yeah. But you know where it goes after that."

"Cut it out. I don't care."

"You could pay your way through school."

"Just shut up about it."

"I'm only kidding with you. All that black market stuff is blown out of
proportion." He patted his little brother on the back.  "Yeah. Those female
doctors can be dangerous like that. You get them impatient in bed and--" David
wiggled his middle finger in the air--"they'll make you squirt."

"A little anatomy's a dangerous thing."

"Yeah... though sometimes you know fingering the same spot on a girl will get
her back up."

"Really?" That's what he was talking about earlier?

"Yeah. It's handy. Like if she's on the rag. You have to have the stomach for
it... or sometimes when they don't get turned on right away. Women can be so
hard to get aroused sometimes. They've got all this shit you've got to make
work. It's not like guys always being ready to go... of course, don't try to
finger your girlfriend for a while. In addition to getting her hard she'll
juice up a little too. Lesbians learn to do it so they can pork each other and
she won't like--"

"You're sick, man. I never knew my older brother was such a pervert."

"Hey. You've got to learn this stuff from somebody. She's not going to tell
you this shit about her body. She doesn't want you to think she's gay or
anything like she wants to go humping chicks... They tease each other about
this shit all the time. Like guys calling each other cumsucker or finger boy
in the locker room. They do the same thing."

"Hosegirl?"

"Yeah. Hanna hates that one."
##ey. The doctor put you in the stirrups?"

"No. Why?"

"You know you can ask for them if you want."

"Fuck off, yo##apter 21
      The big bang##liked the way the long blue dress split down the side,
revealing her sheer beige encased legs for the world to admire.

"The nylons are nice too."

"You like them?"

He eyed her leg again. Her foot shifted and the dress slid apart just right.

"Yeah. You bought a nice pair. I really like hose."

She winked. "Wait'll you see the third one," she whispered.

He grinned. "So I can finally see it tonight?"

"You know it."

"No more teasing?"

"Hey! I let you stroke it last week in the car."

"Ha! Only when I had come in my hand."

"Well you show me yours and I'll show you mine."

Jeff shrugged. "Sure. I don't mind... it's a little tough to get to in the car
right now but--"

"Not _now_. After the dance, silly."

"Fine. All you ever had to do is ask, you know."

"I know. I just wasn't ready to let you##I know. I wouldn't have minded
anyway. Guys don't care about that stuff."

##he music and## lights pounded into##
"My, my. You are happy to see me."

She blushed. "Sorry... it's, um..." She managed a smile. "Let's just say it's
a very good time for me to be going to the prom."

"Great."

She nibbled his ear. "I had thought of wearing really tight jeans."

"You're such a vamp. I like you in dresses. It's more mysterious."

"I know... you can't tell unless I'm really up close."

She rubbed up and down on his hip.

"I knew there was a reason you liked close dancing."

She grinned and he spun her out across##he circled the glass with her pinky,
then hoisted it to her lips and drank it all down. He watched the seductive
little bulges in her neck throb.

There was still some left on her finger.

"Here... let me take care of that." He pulled her hand up, kissed it and
provocatively sucked the droplet of soda from her digit.

"Stooooop," she giggled. "People will stare."

He looked around and chuckled himself. People were too busy doing it with
their own dates.

"OK."

He picked up his own soda and took a long suggestive suck on the clear straw.

"Well you're obviously ready to go."

"Yeah. Are you?"

"I need to go to the rest room first... all those liquids," she grinned slyly.

She held her hand out for him.

"They're not unisex this year."

"Oh. Well that's a sweet change..."

"We're not _that_ adult yet."

"No... Hey! I can go gossip a while with my girlfriends."

"Take your time," he snickered. "I'll, uh... I've got to go sit on the can
too."

"Don't write my number too many times in the stalls."

"That reminds me. Got a pen##it him.

"You're always## don't tease me so much I cream in my pants."

"I won##

"##and I tried to coax her into letting me fuck her fist, but she got all
embarrassed and inadequate like..."

"Sheez. Why don't you just ask her to bring along a vibrator while you're at
it so you can make her clit feel completely useless?"

"It was pretty much. She couldn't get it up all night."

"No wonder. You acted like such a cunt. Why didn't you just rape her fingers?"

"She's got these long nails."

"I wonder why." The jerk was such a loud mouth and a lose##ash hands##ryer##ey
Jake. You two are staying?"

"Yeah##hy'd you cancel your room? You and Gwen getting along all right?"

"Yeah. She's, uh... she's just having female problems right now, that's all."

"Problems? Oh. Her time of the month?"

"Problems," he repeated.

Oh.

"Sorry you're missing out."

"Nah. We went and got a room for next week."

"Good. Hope it's better by then."

"So do I##"I'm gonna get me some hose!"

"Who isn't, you horny bastard?"

He strutted toward the door.

"Come on, come on, baby. My hole is itching. I got to get me some of what you
got##-

"Go on ahead and check us in. I'll see what the problem is with ##he couldn't
get it up."

"Did he try--?"

"She was crying too much so he took her home."

"Sorry."

"About what?"

"She's one of your friends isn't she?"

"Not really. She's a mousy girl. I'm surprised she came to the prom at all."

"Oh... well I guess I'm sorry then they made a big scene."

"What were you about to suggest he do?"

"Do?"

"You asked if he tried something."

"Umm... nothing. Just being patient. Foreplay. All that... why? Do you need
any?"

She snickered. "My panties have been up so long hikers are cooking
dinner##"Did you get checked out?" she asked.

"Yes, I did," he sighed. "Just like you asked."

"Well?"

"I'm fine."

"No diseases?"

"I told you you're my first."

"I know. I just... my... someone I know ended up horrible disfigured from RD5
and... and I just want to be sure."

"I'm perfectly safe. You want to see my write up?"

"No." She gave him a shy smile. "I trust you."

"What about you? Are you horribly disfigured?"

She smirked. "No... in fact I'm getting very encouraged."

"I can feel."

"You want to see?"

He set the champagne glass aside and kissed her.

"You know I do. I soaked my shorts waiting for you baby."

"Can I smell them?"

"You bet."

Nancy stood and##n I help you out of it?"

"Please. I think you're going to have to."

He placed a finger on the long zipper and felt again the silky##he
fabric##fabulously rounded rear end. ##urned around. She wasn't wearing a bra,
but he'd already seen her two beautiful mounds before. It was the one lower
down that caught his attention. The shiny white girdle framed on either side
by her garters. Its perfect, glassy surface had two little dents at the base
of her crotch hanging there like sweet cherries. Above rose that long feminine
arc that reached to her belly button.

Unwrapping a woman was proving to be more fun than he'd thought. Why hadn't
David said something?

Maybe he knew it was more fun finding out.

He cupped one of her breasts, smiling as the action made her tent twitch.

"Why do women wear all of those soft things if they get turned on everywhere
so easily?"

She frowned and just shrugged. He could never understand.

"Can I?"

"Sure."

He tugged at the spacious girdle.

"Wait." Nancy unclipped two of her garters. "You have to do this in the proper
order."

"Like the silverware at dinner?"

She smiled timidly.

"Yes. Like that."

Nancy sat on the bed and lifted a leg on his lap. He crooked a finger into her
stocking and gently rolled it down, down along her soft smooth thigh until it
was nothing more than a brown hoop dangling from her toe. She smiled and
kicked it playfully into one of the chairs. Jeff caressed her silky bare flesh
a moment before moving to unravel its companion.

He stared at her panties.

When had she unclipped her garter belt?

She smiled when he finally pulled at the elastic band. It was now the last
piece of clothing on her body.

Nancy took the pin from her hair and shook her brunette curls loose as her
cock bounced free. Jeff was beside himself as her pole wiggled into the light.
He swallowed and did his best to get the rest of her girdle off so he wouldn't
look like a schoolboy.

He wished he could get his heart down out of his throat as easily.

She raised her knee and spread her leg a little, leaning back on the pillows
and the headboard.

"Sorry. It kind of leans to the side when I'm excited."

"No. It's cute."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Like it needs someone to hold it..." He finally tore his eyes away from
it and smiled at her. "Can I?" he asked eagerly.

She swallowed. "Sure." She gingerly took his hand.

"You'll... you'll let me know if I hurt you, right?"

"Sure. Go on... it won't bite."

"Not right away," he grinned.

Nancy blushed.

He stroke its spongy hardness and Nancy arched the nape of her copper-colored
neck. The bikini lines contrasted nicely with her surrounding skin. He liked
her creamy white pole, its delicate pink areas and deep blue veins. It was
every bit as sexy as he'd imagined. Better than the magazines even. Much.

"Um... could um... Can I see you too?" she asked.

"What?" Jeff looked down at himself and jumped back. "Oh. Yeah. Sure." He
popped the buttons on his tux before he could think straight. "Uh... unless
uh..." He stopped with his shirt mid-shoulder. "Do you want to do it... like
I--?"

"No." She giggled. "I think you'll be faster than I would."

"Oh. Right."

She probably didn't want to move around much with that rigid thing between her
legs.

Right?

He ripped the shirt off and sent his cummerbund flying at her rolled up
nylons.

Had he brought any other clothes? They were going to look funny walking out of
here tomorrow morning.

He jerked the zipper and almost fell over trying to kick his shoes off at the
same time.

Think. Think. First one. Then the other.

Right.

Before he knew it he was down to his socks and underwear.

Rats. Nancy looked a little softer. Had he not done it right? He knelt beside
her on the bed again.

"Can you, um--take your jockeys off too?"

"Huh?" He glanced down at himself. "Duh."

"You can keep the socks if you want... unless you don't want to do it with the
lights on or something."

"No... no. I want to. Don't you?"

He hooked a thumb in the gray waistband.

"If you want to, sure."

He paused a moment to let her take in the plain cotton fabric and its
triangular pubic bulge. The insatiable look in her eye--

She cleared her throat again. "Don't forget. You promised me your briefs."

He shrugged.

"Yeah. Sure. Sorry."

The elastic jerked around his thighs.

"Nervous?"

"It's just more hair," he explained.

Darn. So it was. His forest was thick as night.

"Not all of it," she grumbled.

"No. Not all."

He pulled the hairs flat and she stared at the outline of the deep masculine
groove between his legs. She could just make out the two divided layers of
fat. It was so fascinating to see someone without anything at all there. His
body seemed so strong next to hers. So powerful and compact. Efficient. It
didn't have the demands of sex and family written all over it. He was free.

"Like it?" he asked.

"Yes. Very much."

"Want a closer look?"

"Mmm. Maybe later."

She wagged her erection.

"OK."

She cleared her throat again and pointed at his hand.

Oh. She was serious. He handed over the plain cotton briefs and was captivated
at the way she smothered her face in them. She seemed particularly taken with
the sanitary pad still stuck to the crotch. Her pole shot straight with each
wiff like she was pumping air into a bicycle tire.

He cupped her stiff rod. She wasn't the biggest girl at school, but six inches
was still quite respectable.

"I could... um... you could, uh, get it from the source if you like... while I
do this."

"Can I look at your eyes? I'd rather. Will that embarrass you?"

"No. Not at all."

"You don't mind sucking on it? It's not demeaning is it?"

"No. I really want to. I just... I don't want to make you sore is all."

"Oh. Don't worry about that. Sniffing your underwear helped."

"Really?"

He expected her to say "No! You're so gullible!"

But she wasn't playing.

"Oh. Well good... then... I guess. Ask whenever you want them." No wonder
women liked doing laundry. "Your perfume's very nice." If it's any
consolation.

"Thank you. Yours too... Sorry mine doesn't have the same effect."

"How would you know?"

She took another sniff and grinned.

"I stand corrected."

She set his underwear aside and glanced down with loving eyes. He wished she
were still smothering her nostrils. He wanted a moment or two alone to play
with this wonderful new toy.

He chuckled at the insanity of his logic.

He licked the underside.

It didn't taste different than any other part of her skin. It had that nice
salty aroma that snuck up and whispered in his ear all mysterious and subtle.
Nothing like a guy's dull pungent sweat.

It was sweet.

He took another lick. The _texture_... now that was great. The hard, spongy
warmth. And it was so silky smooth.

He lapped at each of her ovaries, nuzzling them against her tower like little
bells on a dogs collar. Nothing tasted unique there either.

There was something lower, though...

"Don't," she implored softly.

He cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm saving that for my child."

"Oh." He'd never heard of that before... Not her husband? "Sorry."

"No. Don't be. Please. Explore everywhere else. You have very nice hands."

"I do?"

Shoot. He needed to stop thinking aloud.

He kissed her proud funnel of love.

This was just like a popsicle, right? Only his eyes wouldn't want to pop out
when he swallowed it.

And guard his tongue. Yeah. Don't forget that.

She was already kneading her nipples as he stroked her. They'd done a lot of
parking in recent months but he'd never seen her eyes more lost than this.
What had he done so far tonight that was so special? He wanted to remember.

He took everyone's advice and spit into the puckered opening of her tip and
watched the ecstasy shiver through her face as the drop of liquid rolled
inside.

"Ooooo.... that's _soooo_ nice," she moaned.

Her breathing shifted suddenly. It was low and quick now. He noticed each one
for some reason.

He worked his pinky into the shaft. Her hips twitched a moment, then seemed to
get restless and started grinding upward, searching for something.

"Out... outside, baby." She tried to cup her prick but he pushed her aside.

"Not yet. I want you to beg for it."

"Oooooh," she moaned. "You don't know what this is doing to me, baby. Please?"

"Tell me how much you want it."

"More than anything."

He grinned and ran a wet finger lightly along its veined exterior. The skin
around its lip turned a deep maroon for an instant and grabbed at his digit.
Nancy shuddered.

"Did you come?"

"A little... uh. I think." She sighed. "Maybe not."

The thing grabbed his digit again. She winked at him as he jumped back from
the prick straining in his hand.

"I have a little control over it, you know. It doesn't _always_ lead me
around," she giggled.

He smiled a bit hesitantly.

"Just tonight will do."

He spit into his hand and pumped the exterior.

"OOOooh... Ah! Yes. That's much better." She sank back into the pillows
purring. "Thank you."

As he stroked and watched the curious way her breasts bounced as she pinched
them, he began to feel something happening under his hand. It was a kind of
sloshing.

Her balls were hanging farther than before. No wonder girls didn't like being
on top.

"Why do they do that?"

"What?" Her nipples?

"Your nuts. Why are they moving farther from your body?"

"Oh." She tore her eyes away from the heavens. "My womb's moving closer to my
prick. That's all. They travel with it."

"Oh."

"Didn't they teach that in class?"

"I don't think." He shrugged. "It's cute to watch, like everything else."

"Good." She caressed his short black hair. "Could you... rub a little of
yourself in now."

"Myself?"

"Yes. The, uh... liquid between your other lips?"

He frowned.

"Cheater. You'll have to wait for the rest of me."

"Oh... well climb on anytime you like. I've been ready quite a while."

"I wanted to watch you come first."

"Mmm. If you insist."

She smiled.

"Unless it makes you sore."

"No. One shouldn't." Her grin widened. "Neither should two or three."

"Hm." Leave him out, huh? His lips pursed. "You'll have to earn those."

"I'm sure I will."

"You're pretty confident for someone who's so lazy."

"Sorry. I'll finger you if you like."

"Nah."

They did get stuck with the kids after all. That was a lot to pay for a few
extras in bed.

"Does sucking on me bother you? You don't have to you know... it's not that I
don't think you're wet enough."

He snickered. "I'm plenty wet. The stuff's dripping down my leg no thanks to
you."

"Really?" She smiled with a shy bit of pride.

"Yeah. You took my pad."

"Oh... sorry. You want it back?"

"No, silly. I don't mind. I don't mind sucking you either." She looked clean
enough... and actually, he really wanted to tease her and make her beg for it,
but he didn't know how she'd react to hearing that explanation. "You do need
to warn me before you come, though."

"So you can watch it?"

"So I can survive."

"Oh." She laughed. "Sure. I'd forgotten how many fingers I've sprained over
the years."

She blushed again at her masturbatory confession.

"I busted a few myself," he comforted her.

Jeff smiled as he crawled off the side of the bed. Nancy went back to tugging
her nipples but kept her eyes glued to him.

She really did want to watch him. Was she afraid he wouldn't get it right? Her
cheeks were really sweet and rosy but her eyes had that same curious look Mrs.
Davis got when she was checking for cheaters during a geography test.

He pumped a few more times before kissing the bulbous head and working her
shaft inside his warm mouth. It didn't take but once or twice before his lips
were touching the soft curly fur of her groin. He fondled her balls and her
vision glazed over.

"Oooooo..." she let out in a long shudder. "You're sooooo good." She panted. 
Her eyes crossed. "Hey! You haven't been practicing on someone else have you?"

His eyebrows frowned back at her. He thought he'd have more control over her
when he did this. He didn't realize she could sass him.

"Sorry... of course you haven't."

Her eyes closed and squinted for a good while. Her fingers stopped and the
quivering in her breasts came to a stop. Was this it? 

There was a twitch in her rod but not much.

"Can you spit more in there?"

He nodded.

Her thing grabbed the tip of his tongue like a suction cup and wouldn't let
go. Nancy frowned at herself and released him.

"Sorry... Please. Put some more in. I won't do it again. Promise."

He popped off. 

"OK."

He spit from a distance this time.

"Ooo... hurry! fast!"

He took her back in and bounced as fast as he could. It wasn't long before her
hands were pulling his head up.

"Now... Uhhh..." She shook. "Uhhh. Hurry. Look down inside..."

He continued stroking until the powerful contractions wracked her. It almost
sucked the breath out of him. His own hole spasmed once in sympathy.

Her tip flared open and down inside the narrow silky pink cavern undulated.

"Squeeze... squeeze baby."

He helped her organ along and watched her shudder again. The whole thing grew
very warm in his hand. The blood had made it hotter than any other part of
her. He even noticed the warmth inside himself now. The ache to plunder her
was getting unbearable. He loved the way that tiny little asterisk inside her
opened and shut but one orgasm would have to be it. He couldn't wait through
another show. The floor would be soaked.

"Can I climb on now?"

"Wha--huh? Uh..." She panted. Her boobs were a deep red. "Sure. I'm yours
baby." Her arms barely stirred beside her as she let out a long guttural
groan. "Do what you like."

"OK," he chuckled.

He climbed back up on the bed and positioned himself over her hips. Her limp
hand slowly moved between their crotches--he thought to guide herself in until
he felt a fingernail scratching through his damp curls.

Yeah. It was his turn. In a second her finger was inside him.

Just one?

Then it was gone.

She pulled it to her mouth and licked the gleam away, moaning like a bitch in
heat.

He frowned. She never did that to him in the car. Was she trying to tease his
hunger?

Oh. She was in heat, wasn't she? Was this why she kept him out of her pants
twice a month? She was afraid she'd go too far too soon?

She moaned again. "Please," she begged him. "Please... put... put me in...
grab me..." She cupped his cheeks and arched her neck. "I'll be sweet..." she
promised in a low moan. "Please," she whimpered.

He grabbed her stiff boner and rubbed it seductively around his hole. Some of
himself trickled into her and she looked like she was having a heart attack.
Her face was red and twisted.

"Please... hump me..."

She was desperate.

He let his ass fall slowly down around her until she was all the way in.

"Th--thank you," she gasped.

Relief washed across her features. She pulled him down for a grateful kiss and
he slowly began to hump her.

This was much better than the vegetable tray in the refrigerator. She
stretched him more than any combination of fingers ever could. And his brother
was right. He took her all in quite easily.

The sensations ran farther inside him than he'd ever thought possible. She
scratched those hidden places, giving stimulation to every inch at the same
time. He sucked playfully at her tongue, growing hungry for even more of her.
He wanted to eat her up. He could even feel her flared nostril cupping his
cervical squirter. They really did fit together like lock and key.

He was finally getting her in. It's what he'd been waiting for all year.

"Uh," he grunted. "It was worth the wait."

"Really?" she asked. "Am I good?"

"You're nice and stiff baby. I don't know how I lasted so long without a good
hard rod."

She smiled.

"And you're very tight and strong."

"Thanks. The benefits of youth."

All the talk was getting him super horny. He squeezed his tight ass and picked
up the pace until the creamy puddles of flesh on her chest shook from the
pounding. His elbows dug into the sheets and he pinched at the stiff teats for
her.

She would look lovely on top with those dangling over him to play with... but
he remembered the almost painful desire in her eyes before he'd let her in. It
probably wouldn't be a good idea to break apart right now. He was here for the
duration.

Who cared? He finally had run of her body and they were both on cloud nine.
The rubbing of every little vein of her inside him set him on fire. Even his
anus tickled. 

What was that?

Something was slapping his butt...

Oh. Her balls were slipping even lower, like thread unraveling on the floor.
She let out a polite feminine grunt with each hit.

"Sorry." He calmed down the jockey act. "Do they hurt?"

She just reached around his legs and cupped them. "It's fantastic. Keep
going."

"Did you bring a supporter?" 

"Honestly. I'm not made of glass. Come on. Pound me. I can take a beating."

"OK, my wonderful mare. Back to the races."

"Yee! I love horsy-style."

Her nuts went back to banging his ass in wild abandon.

"Want to try another style later? Maybe you on top?"

Did her blush deepen? "Ummm... gunh." Her sack slapped him particularly
loudly. "I'll... anything."

"Anything if I fuck you to death."

"Yeah... fill... to the gills."

She was really losing it. He was breathing heavy and the tingling heat was
building in his crotch but he wasn't losing his mind over it.

Women.

He kissed her again.
##veins bulged in her neck and her breasts quivered in her palms. Her neck
twisted and he nibbled at the straining tendons.

Could she see anything with those eyes? Anything at all? They looked like
lifeless marbles.

Something twitched inside his slick canal. She was even more rigid than
before. Had the poor girl stuck her finger in an electrical socket? Her organ
bulged and pulsed, grinding ever harder at his sensitive skin. He was
stretched ever delightfully thinner.

He slowed the pace. He wanted to enjoy this all he could. That undulation was
the most wonderful sensation. Could he get her to do it again before he lost
all control?

Shit. He was soaking her crotch. His fluids were all over her organs, inside
and out. It frothed up like shaving cream and trickled down her balls,
smelling stronger than he ever had. The room reeked of masculine potency. The
maid would probably have an instant orgasm when she stumbled on these sheets.

Nancy was going to have a hell of a wet spot to sleep in tonight. They both
might. He'd probably roll over and catch her humping at it before it dried
completely.

She was in his grip... like a finger in a glove... finally after all those
months of going steady...

Her shaking fingers cupped his cheek.

"Please... uh... please let it go... I can't--nnnn--come again... nooooo..."
she whispered, almost crying. "I _neeeed_ you baby... unh..." Her felt another
hand trembling on his back. "Put it in me... I want you in me." She squeezed
his ass for it. "Give it to me..." she sighed. "Let me drink it down. Fuck me
good... eeeenh..." For the first time her hips rose up under him and tried to
quicken things. She was actually fucking _him_. "Come on." She pelted him with
desperate kisses. "No more teasing... cream my tower..."

She was all over him like a child on candy.

"You're crazy for me?"

"Yes! Yes!" She shuddered. "Absolutely."

"You're my girl?"

"Yes! One and only! Give it! Knock my balls off!"

She was singing now.

Her total surrender brought that pleasant peak surging through his loins. His
muscles clenched almost painfully tight and he knew the sweet liquids inside
him were no longer clear. Fire went off in the little domed volcano nestled in
his intestines... he could almost feel where the geyser started.

Her funnel grabbed him with startling force and milked his sensitive tip,
sending another shiver deep through him as the warm substance squirted into
her hungry member.

Nancy's groans and gasps filled his ear. Her cheeks burned ever darker. The
skin everywhere on his date seemed ready to burst with blood. Her hands fell
uselessly by her head, then suddenly her twisted expression gave way to joy.
Her eyes cleared and they kissed. Her pelvis twitched under him and the spasms
in her staff began to match his own... even seemed to drive them as she took
the lead in their dance. She thrust harder into his depths and her tip opened
wide like a flower thristing for sunlight, sucking at him. The end of his
canal swelled to accommodate her. She gave him the most amazing full feeling.
What a paradox. To be full and drained at the same time. But how could love be
otherwise?

He pressed his buttocks into her as far as he could, locking his ankles around
her legs. He had to feed her all of his essence. It was his mission. The
delicious scraping made the sexual shudder far longer and sweeter than he ever
thought possible. The way she puckered, drawing the roof of his canal down.
The deep sounds of suction were music to his ears.

Nancy's mouth kept dropping open and gasping as he pumped himself into her.

A loving smile gradually formed on her lips as their genitals locked together
for the exchange. He couldn't stop humping.

Then suddenly he did. The orgasmic plateau dropped away leaving him with a
cozy euphoria.

Nancy's overwhelmed eyes still rolled in the back of her head and though her
swallowing motion had slowed, she still drank away inside him. The delicate
gyrations of her strong muscle were adorable now. Every part of her save that
most important one was limp beneath him.

She groaned as he cupped her ovaries. Mild panic crossed her face and she
gripped his shoulders with pleasant force.

"Stay..." she croaked.

She pulled his head down for a weak kiss.

"Love you," she whispered. "Love you."

The flaming arousal in her flesh was being replaced by a warm glow. Her skin
shifted to a darker shade of pink.

She lay there, enthralled with him, twitching for several long minutes as he
kissed her as everyone had said to.

She smelled like she'd just come out of the gym. Her sweaty hair clung to her
like a tshirt out of the washer.

He giggled as she finally changed size within him. Now every part of her was
limp and exhausted. It took forever for her breathing to return.

She slid out, leaving him for the first time of his life oddly cleansed there.
Though there was plenty of stickiness on other parts...

He brushed her hair with his palm.

"You were magnificent."

"Thank you," she sighed. "You gave me the greatest joy of my life."

He smiled.

"I had fun too."

"Good."

"You want to go again?"

She hummed.

"Maybe later. Can you just stay with me?"

"Sure."

"I'll finger you if you like."

"No. I know you're tired. I'll wait."

He liked his new friend better. It quenched every part of his manly hunger.

He could eat all of her tonight.

"It might be an hour or two before I can get hard again."

"We've got all night... but if you want to just play around in the meantime
you can peek between my legs."

"Thanks," she grinned "I think I will."

"You want to watch me cum? I heard girls like that."

"Mmmmmm..."

She wasn't sure she wanted to part with this happiness she'd felt for the
first time. She was simultaneously frustrated and grateful for his offer.

"I'd like to... but I want to feel it too. You know?"

"What's the matter? Afraid I'll drip in your eye?" 

"No. I just don't... want it to go to waste."

"Hard or not I can still drip it on you."

"Would it still be as good that way?"

Jeff chuckled. "How would I know? I'm not a girl... but if you're already
satisfied, we don't have to find out."

"No. I'll do it for you... I'm curious... Is there really more in there? I
thought I took it all," she whispered.

She was so bloated. He would be leaking out of her for days once her womb
finally let go.

"Nah. I'm hardly dry... though I am pretty thirsty. You want something to
drink?"

"Can you get me something?"

"Sure."

He propped her wobbly head up on the bed and laughed.

"For someone who took it out of me, you really had it all taken out of you."

"I knowwwww..." she moaned. "I'd heard stories but--"

"Relax. I'll get you something."

"Just a little water. I'm already so full."

They both chuckled.

"Hurry back."

"You'll see between my legs soon enoug##laughed.
"I'm not going to pee on you. Don't you know boys can't pee when they're
turned on."

"Oh?"

"Why? Can you?"

She giggled.

"If I didn't I'd explode during my period, silly."

"Oh... you stay up... all the time?"

"Most of it. Unless  I'm exercising or something."

She eyed his hole again. Why didn't it look wider under that hair? Would she
only be able to tell with a finger in it? Were the walls stiff? Maybe if she'd
seen it earlier.

"You... you're really turned on again?"

How was she supposed to tell with boys?

"All the time whenever I'm around you, babe."

She giggled again.

Was that why he rarely had to go on their dates?

And what exactly _was_ he doing when he did go to the bathroom? Smoking a
joint with his buds?

##
Did girls really walk funny after getting their brains fucked out?

She promised him her balls wouldn't hurt.

Maybe it was that first time thing.

Was a girl's first time really a kicker? The book said she might itch and
swell some as her body adjusted to his sperm. He'd find out tomorrow morning.
He was glad she'd let him help douche her.

Shit.

Enough about her. Would _he_ walk bowlegged?

He'd never cum this much in his life. He was sore and stiff. The bones in his
pelvis were throbbing.

He'd get home tomorrow and they'd tease him without end. So would that snotty
old lady if she was still on duty at the front desk.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied with a kiss.

"I've never told a boy that."

He smiled.

"Maybe you never will again."

"What?"

"I mean maybe we'll stay together."

"Oh. I'd like that. Ulfle's only twenty miles away."

"I'd like to."

"Mmm."

Nancy sighed pleasantly and turned toward him on the bed. Her warm furry
jewels pressed into his thigh and he could feel the wet spot at the tip of her
shrunken clitoris. It made him happy for some reason.

"Maybe we can even take some of the same classes and study together."

"Yeah. Sure."

She nuzzled closer to him and got more of the hairs on his leg sticky.

The world would be a much messier place if women could sleep on their
stomachs.

Her thigh shifted and she made the strangest noise inside.

A clit fart.

They both giggled.

"So was I really that good?" he asked.

"The best."

He rolled over to face her in the darkness and kissed her again. He could tell
from the pace of her gentle breathing it would take her a lot longer to come
down. Well, he didn't mind staying awake and waiting with her.

She was lovely to watch, even if he couldn't see anything.

He yawned and looked at the glowing red numbers on the digital clock.

Three AM.

Would they ever sleep?

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Subject: Re: REMEMBERING MY PROM 01-21/21
Author: Brenda R.
Date: 26:331.22  gmr 14 91 22303
Follow-up to: 219382
Bag size: 219561

] home to meet the family. She was a basketball star at the local college and
] quite a prospect. Wonderfully long legs that went all the way up into
] tomorrow. Curved hips that wouldn't stop. Moderate sized breasts but a
healthy 
] bulge down below where it really counted on a girl. She tossed her head and

Give me a break. Like every other story, it's got big hard dicks everywhere.
What? Like we're all supposed to have the figure of exotic dancers for you,
you ingrateful bunch of##nd always be 'ready for act##

] Mrs. Everhard, relished her role as substitute sex-ed instructor, stood
] on the desk, unzipped the uncomfortably confining##

I mean all they do is screw and go to sex-ed classes.  Or talk about women's
private parts like they were some inanimate object instead of a caring, loving
flesh and blood human## dildo-humping if that's the way they really feel?
These kids aren't learning anything about love. Woman are nothing but
object##ual grattification and##
And come on:

] So Julie did like boys after all. Her heat was obvious even from here. And
] she had an incredible bulge. Had she worn that short little black miniskirt
] on purpose?
]
] "Want to find out what it's like to have your thing in someone?" Ann
offered.

Like girlfriends sit around in their bedrooms all day living out male
fantasies. I won't even mention the fantasy gang-bang in the girl's locker
after _pole_-vaulting practice.

Don't women evver write any of these things? Where's the romance and emotion?
Women aren't a bunch of cum-craven sluts despite what you repressive single-
minded sink-hole toads##

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Subject: Bondage fun II
Author: Red the Cumdripper
Date: 26:321.25  glr 04 91 22303
Archive: Rigid Sally's Net Sex Shop
Bag size: 33594

I cannot tell you what a joy it was when I met my mistress and discoverd
within mys##

"Come over here and get on your knees! Suck me off, slave! Slober over my
magnificent prick, cocksucker! Tell me how you love it!"

"Iths so big, mwistwess."

"Prove you're worthy to have me in you," she sneered.

I grabbed her organ firmly, the way all women like and pumped up and down on
it.

She jerked the crop against my tender bottom. "I said _suck it_!"

I did as I was told, almost choking on her as the feminine snake filled my
throat again... Would one of her friends suddenly appear to pound my bottom? I
never knew. That was the delight of it. And my being unable to talk was an
obvious perk for her. Her verbal abuse always picked up at times like this.
All I could do was moan or whimper back. I guess that's why I loved it so.

"Put your tongue in there!"

"Pweefs no," I gurgled.

"Do it! I need the exercise."

I mumbled in acknowledgement and pulled her most of the way out of my throat,
careful to take up the rhythym with my hand and I tongue-fucked her.

I didn't really mind it anymore. She'd stretched my tongue amazingly the last
few months. People thought I was a foreigner now on the streets. A foreigner
with a bad lisp.

Little did they know it wasn't a childish soft palate...

But some women did. They heard me speak and looked at me in the stores with
lust in their eyes, secretly wishing to dominate me as only my mistress could.
It made me proud. I wore it as a badge of honor, like a brand of my faithful
obedienc##
Her fingers teased me, dancing dangerously close to that switch on my
prostate. Would she make me sore again tonight? I came five times on Tuesday,
not able to sit properly until this morning.

She sneered at me in pride each time she saw me walk. It had felt like she
would never take that finger out that day. My thighs shivered again as I
remembered that furious almost constant pressure compelling my sore body to
betray me and do her biding. It was one long wave of sore ecstasy. Even when
my insides died and I could offer her nothing more, not even a drip still she
wouldn't let me go. It thought I was giving birth... wave after intense wave
until my dry cervix caused me to pass out.##idn't mind the lisp, really. A
slave shouldn't have much to say##tretched my legs painfully with the bar.

"Why aren't men more flexible?" she thought outloud. "We're the ones always
having to get between their legs."

"We don'th haf babieeesth," I replied meekly.

"You want my baby, don't you slut? Admit it to me."

"Yeahfs," I acknowledged with some humiliation. 

"Wide hips or no, maybe we'll just see how big you can pass something."

"Oh pwease!" I whimpered eagarly. It was my favorite game, not that her
humongous eight inch dick was ever any disappointment ##eah, you want it don't
you slave? You're lathering up##ooked at the vibrating pad. I'd never seen one
in our bedroom before. What did she have in mind?

"Whasth 'is for?"

"My balls, you moron."

She grabbed##jiggling up and down. Her eyes squinted in ecstasy. She had me
stroke and shake her to several more. She loved getting sore and then
punishing me fo##
"On your stomoch, slut! You're a worthless hole!"

My loins grew wetter and looser as she slapped my rear.

"High!" she yelled.

I raised my buttocks from the bed.

"You're nothing but a void without me! I make you whole!"

She hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My
legs slipped off##d suddenly she was inside of me, banging my crack with those
lusciously wide creamy hips. The hard points of her soft tits smashed against
my back and teased my crossed and bound wrists. She grabbed my long hair and
twisted my neck ba##
"You're such a beautiful little piece of ass!"

"Hank you, mwistwess."

"Hank me, huh?" she chuckled at the speech defect she'd imposed on me. "Give
me that cream before I get sore! Fast now or I'll finger you off," she
threatened.

"Yesss, mwistwess."

The mere mention of the threat made my insides blaze. I banged my narrow,
undeserving ass on her and began to massage her pole with my useless birth
muscles lest she frustrate me again with that damned expert finger and have me
squirt on her hand.

It wasn't hard. I loved being dominated by her. She had such a magnificent
thrust, caressing my walls in all the right places.

"Give it up!" she ordered. It was her ultimatum voice.

Like her obedient servant, my loins shot off at her command. I pumped my
delicious cream into her.

The head of her clitoris flared deep with in me, welding me to her and I could
feel it scooping my spasming walls. Her hips went frantic in their pursuit of
my essence.

Long hair fell across my neck and I felt her shudder. Her back snapped like a
whip. I could sense her full delicate lips drawing into the feminine snarl of
bliss.##her apoplectic breath##hough I wanted so desparately to kiss her now
and shower her with my love, I dare not, lest she punish me later for taking
advantage of her. It was the one time during our games when she was tender and
vulnerable. I lived for it.

She pinned my shoulders and continued her delicious collection of me. I could
feel her snake pulsing within my loins, its swallowing aided along by my own
twitching muscles. Wave after wave of pleasure swept us though I knew my own
could never dare to compare with her joy of womanhood.##dildo on and fuck me
like the weak little woman you are."

"Yesth, mwistwr##ingered me until my cream##ould she expose me again to the
humiliation of her friend Janice? I hoped so!

She snuck up behind me yesterday while I was servicing mistress and plugged my
butthole... then she made me squirt over her balls before I could fully enjoy
myself, milking me until I was dry and collected my essence in a jar so they
could pleasure each other while I looked on helplessly from the sidelines of
the##love being their cow##suck yesterday's dripping fluids from her flacci##

##hfnr.drg <Mistress Karen X>

No wannafucks, pleas##'s Net Sex Shop
Bag size: 432##e stroked her long, erect cock. He loved big women. The bigger
the more he could dominate them. He could feel her frustration building in the
palm of his hand. Her hips writhed, causing her monumental breasts to shake
like jelly. She was begging him now for it, rubbing her slick pole against his
hairy thigh.

"Please?" she mewled, thrashing the sheets with her arms.

Dan leaned over and worked her monster clit into his mouth, teasing its
opening with his tongue and letting his saliva trickle into her maddened hose.
He bobbed up and down on her furiously until he felt the base pulse around his
encircling fingers. Her maidenly pole jerked between his lips, sucking for his
tongue but all it got was more of that frustrating clear liquid.

Her entire body radiated the heat of erection.  He smacked his lips and tasted
the faint musk of her arousal. He was sure she could smell his. Her birth
canal even drooled a little, like a guy's would.

This was one hot slut.

"Enough." He sat up and teased her prick, gyrating his bottom over her
straining erection. He pushed down on her waist as she tried to rise. He
scooted higher, crawling over her twin mountains of flesh and shivered as her
two stiff nipples grazed his hairy thighs.

He brought his other knee down around her ear and straddled her face, grabbing
a fistful of brunette hair. "Finger me, bitch." He ground his masculine slit
forcefully on her chin, smearing his excitement and letting it drip ever so
slowly toward her grateful, waiting tongue.

She pulled his outer lips apart, kissed his slick hole and worked her
squirming, tickling tongue inside him. He jerked her head back. "I said finger
me, you prick-whore. None of this shitty foreplay."

She cringed and plunged three fingers into his warm depths, pumping cautiously
at him. Her small, weak fingers were inadequate to begin with, but her
conservative pace was irritating. She knew better than to go slow.

"I won't give you any at all if you keep ignoring my pleasure."

She flashed a frown of her girlish disappointment and pumped harder at him.

"Jack off while you're doing it."

He loved watching a woman do that. It was almost as much fun as denying one
what she lusted after.

As he craned his neck back, Claire rose from the bed and knelt between her
knees. Lee grimaced over the violation as Claire took her in her mouth and
swallowed her cannon whole.

He grinned. He'd finally taught that girl how to suck cock properly. It was
great to watch two ladies doing that to each other.

He reached behind his ass to tweak each of her nipples.

"No babe. Lick her balls. I love that."

Claire let the sausage slip from her lips and smiled wickedly. She engulfed
the girl's ovaries and rolled the sensitive sack around in her mouth. Lee
shuddered from the tugging on the long cords. Her head fell limply to the
pillow in tortured ecstasy.

With greater force he began to bounce up and down on her hand, twisting her
wrist. She pulled both of them together and worked another three fingers
inside.

This was more like it...

Any second now and his itch would explode...

He squeezed at her fingers and pumped white gold all over her knuckles. A wave
of panic swept her face so he grabbed her even tighter. Claire moved beside
them and reclined to watch him spin his sticky web on her. He pulled her hands
away as the last of the orgasm finished and smothered her with his greasy
hole, forcing her to drink him down and swallow his tangy fluids in a place he
knew they'd do her no good.

Claire cleared her throat.

In a vain effort to relieve herself, Lee was trying to sneak a cum-soaked hand
down her stomach. Like a cat watching a mouse, Dan let her get almost to her
target before he seized her. He brushed a sticky finger tantalizingly against
her rigid organ before pulling it away.

She tried with her other hand before he yelled "No!" and made her lick her
fingers clean. "You had your chance to wack off but you ignored me." Her
tortured hips twisted under him, yearning for more than that little taste.
"Not yet. You'er mine for the evening. You can't get off until I say... now go
suck on your girlfriend. Let her fuck your face and get to all that soothing
cream still coating your mouth, you cumsucker."

"Oh great!" Claire lept at the opportunity, stroking her cock to hardness and
almost knocking Dan over.

Lee opened her mouth and averted her eyes in disgust as the feminine smell
pressed into her face.

Dan chuckled and rubbed the thick, sticky black hairs between his legs just to
check that she'd done her job##ucked at her cock again to increase her
irritat##as she did Clai##

[Special note: this next part appears to be part of the same story despite the
obvious discrepancies.]

s she rolled over I donned the strapon and spread her soft, bubbly buttocks
apart and rammed it to her birth canal, the way I knew she loved it. I could
sense her erection bobbing back and forth uselessly under her, getting harder
at the forbidden thrill each time I hit her, stiffening with each new abuse of
her cervix... stiff with nowhere to go.

I reached down and began stroking it to compound her humiliation. She was so
turned on, her nuts were hanging the whole length of my palm now. This was one
horny bitch. I knew she secretly loved sucking on Claire. She was a closet
lesbo and she lived to be humiliated with the fact.

Her balls swayed back and forth under our connected hips and it was like I had
a pair of my own. Maybe that's why I enjoyed debasing her this way. With my
other hand, I cupped one of her massive tits, kneading the flesh and tugging
at its miniature erection. I could tell from her cock-strangled moans she
approved.

Her rod throbbed ecstaticly in my grip several times before Claire's eyes
rolled back in her head. From the gurgling I could tell her hose had latched
on to Lee's tongue again.

I grinned. She'd be talking funny for a few days. How much longer would her
neighbors buy the hot coffee excuse?

It had taken long enough for my semen to work its magic on my blonde
girlfriend. Lee must have swallowed all she could in some ill-conceived act of
defiance. Amazing the frenzy even a few leftovers could drive a woman to.
Claire winked gratefully at me as the high washed over her and Lee strangled
on her misplaced love. I've always wished I could feel what it does to women
(not that I'm queer mind you, but it looks like they have so much fun from it.
Maybe that's why I get off torturing them with it).

I pulled out of Lee, tossing the fake prick away as she rolled over on the
bed, panting. Her body was bright red now and glowing hot. I must have counted
at least a dozen orgasms, five in my hand alone. I'd never seen her prick
bigger. Her nipples were focused into screaming little points and pink
splotches freckled her heavy bosom. No doubt she was sore to the pointing of
explosion.

Her labored breathing pleaded with me for release. Her legs trembled in
exhaustion.

"Please," she whimpered.

"I don't know if I have any left, you little slut. I think you sucked it all
out," I taunted.

"Nooo," she moaned.

"You shouldn't have eaten it all."

"Nooooo."

"Well, we'll have to see... you better hope it won't be a dry hump" I teased
as I straddled her hips. Her lips offered a weak but grateful smile, which she
quickly crushed before it gave me even more leverage over her.  She was
catching on. "Make me sore you bitch in heat." I banged away until I battered
her balls on my ass. Her neck arched up from the pleasure of even the tiny
sheen remaining on the soft pink skin of my tunnel.

I looked over at Claire who reclined on her side of the bed in bliss. Thanks
to the big titted bimbo's ministrations her erection had whittled back down to
nothing.  She had that warm glow about her as she watched our activities.

"Can't get it up again?" I asked, eyeing her limp weenie.

Claire spit in her hand and began stroking herself at my challenge.

"No," I said. "Come over here and let her do it for you. She loves a nice hard
clit, don't you babe?"

Once again her lip wrinkled up in disgust, but her expression soon vanished
behind Claire's lusciously round creamy bottom. The vixen was thrusting into
the docile girl's cheeks again, but to no avail. I caught a side glimpse of
her limp floppy sausage, still drooling saliva and cream on the poor girl
trapped under her.

Quiet as a mouse, I slipped a finger into her bottom and fingered that hidden
switch in her canal, pressing against her cervix and scratching the forward
wall. She surged almost instantly to her full length, surprising Lee whose
cheeks puff out as they filled with that feminine bulge.

"She's really good at getting other girls hard, isn't she?"

Claire turned and grinned back as she patted the overwhelmed girl's head.

I let her suck Claire to another orgasm before putting an end to this
particular act of debasement.

"That's enough, hon. I want to kiss her." Claire turned and I winked. "You
know what to do," I said, furthering our torturous conspiracy.

Claire returned my evil grin and climbed off. Lee sighed pleasantly and folded
her arms above her head. I loved watching her heavy breasts bounce as I
pounded down around her... the way their little fatty ends folded on each
other as I landed on her... but I _had_ promised a kiss.

I cocked my head and bended forward, humping her with my strong lower back
muscles as I took her tongue into my mouth, flicking at it. She started to
whine and I could feel the length of her shaft quivering yet again within me.
She gurgled under her breath and I knew instantly Claire was in her. Lee was
more rigid than ever. She hated it but she loved it.

Like the expert she was, Claire had swept the girl's heavy ovaries aside and
was doing her missionary style.

It was such a hot scene I didn't know what to do. She was getting taken as
both a man and a woman tonight.  "Sorry, butch." I cupped her cheek. "I know
she's not as big as you are." I smiled provocatively. "There's always the
strapon again." Lee blushed. "Do you mind if I call you butch?" She was such a
marvelous little fem. I got wet somedays just wondering what Claire did alone
with her mousy roommate. I bet she punished her endlessly about her bigger cup
sizes. Claire was so competitive.

Too bad I was kissing Lee and couldn't turn around and embrace Claire like I
had last night. A promise is a promise... If I had, Claire wouldn't have been
able to do what she did next...

Lee sighed in relief (and got a little softer) as Claire popped out and
slipped her wet wand into my rear end. Fantastic! Claire didn't usually let me
tease her this way. Tonight was going to be one for the b##nd I orgasmed.
Summoning all my will I pulled myself from from the small woman.

Her eyes opened wide in horror as her throbbing, flaring clitoris slid down
and bulged deliciously around my opening where it was momentarily trapped. I
thought her huge, hungry organ would split me in two. Finally it plopped out
with a huge "thwock."

I jumped onto Claire who orgasmed almost immediately as she entered me and
began milking the rest from my prodigious loins.

I looked over at the tiny, frustrated girl moaning as her huge abandoned piece
of meat pulsed down its half-delivered load. She jerked it upright lest any of
my precious fluid drool out and squeezed herself furiously to help it on its
way. I could smell the pent up sexual release floating out of her and feel the
same emotions flowing through Claire beneat##oo bad. I love it when you get a
dry hump. The real joy is you never know yourself until it happens. Sure, you
have some idea but... I bite my tongue. Why spoil the fun?

I often jump on Claire three or four times, then switch over to Lee and pound
her enthusiastically. Then she gets that grateful look on her face as I start
to contract (sometimes I fake those just to fuck with her head; it's a blast).
Then it's holy terror as nothing comes out. Sometimes Claire will dangle a
dripping ice-bag over the poor girl's head as her enraged rod starts to feed
on nothing. Sometimes she even sucks her to another two or three orgasms
before she lets her have it. Then they go take a cold shower together and let
me watch it go down (Claire's usually excited again by this point).

Shit I do love them both. There's nothing like a little femme clit. Though
there's certainly nothing little about Lee.

I hope Claire flunks her in abnormal psych again.

I'd hate for her to graduate.

##

   Myra's Point of View

He always did complain endlessly about my being hard to get into his pants.
Tonight was no different. I hate men like that. You know? Sometimes you're
just not in the mood, but they don't understand. They're insatiable. And
there's only so long you can put them off with a finger (I'm still mad about
the last nail he broke).

Well dinner tonight was a little different. I was finally nearing the peak of
my cycle and sex was getting interesting again (OK, I'm sorry, but he knew
that about me when we started going out and he was so sweet about it at
first).

At the restraunt I actually enjoyed teasing him for once and I knew he could
tell my affection was genuine by the way he squirmmed in his seat.  I'd brush
his arm over out drinks and a second later he'd be scratching between his legs
like all men do -especially when things are getting damp :). I could tell he
was really getting turned on when he excused himself in the middle of the
appetizer, no doubt to pull a sanitary pad from his wallet. (I love it when
men do that; it's such a power trip for me. I hoped he was wearing those sexy
black satin briefs that hugged his flat crotch).

He returned from the restroom seeming oddly grateful for the inconvenience.
Wish I'd gone with him so I could hear the sounds of his pants dropping. Would
have if I'd worn the dress like I'd considered but now my schlong was busy
growing down my pants leg. I crossed my fingers and hoped it would go down
before I'd have to pee... I hate having that smaller bladder. Ladies, why'd we
have to be born with so much extra sexual equipment? Things can get so cramped
down there.).

Finally we got home -thought I was walking kinda awkward, if you know what I
mean -and after hours of teasing him, I was finally putting out. I had to
after I saw the bill for the meal. Sigh. Men and money. Of course I exacted my
own price on him :)

And now here I sat in my favorite position, ankles by my ears as he stradled
my thighs and pumped me for all I was worth. I don't know why it's so hard to
talk men into this particular acrobatic act (it's my tendons, after all. I'll
abuse them if I want to. It's not like he had to stretch anywhere near what I
did). Anyway, after a week of going without, his curly little hairs tickled
those tender spots on my inner thighs just right. I must have climaxed four
times as our tongues mixed together and my bouncing balls slid so low they
almost touched the bed (Ladies, aren't those things almost painful when they
get that excited? And delicious too when they bounce? And he knew how to
bounce them just right....

I love the way men's eyes hine when you're inside them and they ride you like
one of those studly cowboys of old. It's such a turn on to be his horse and
firm saddle. I sat there wondering exactly how I could have convinced myself
to _not_ be interested in sex these last few days. My body was my own worst
enemy.

Maybe I could make him swear to fuck my brains out every night, no matter how
much I protested. (After all, how could I get mad at him if it was me twisting
his arm?) A shame my e-spot never worked like everybody else. Oh well, he's
understanding when I'm on my period. There's still a lot of fun to be had when
you can't get erect. Right, gals? Make him put that mouth to work...  `:)

My guts were shaking for the forth time when his staying power finally broke
down. (Frankly I was thinking of slipping him the ol finger, if you know what
I mean -they look like such a wet little puppy dog when you do that too them,
don't they? But they love it :) ) A girl's got to do what it takes to get her
cream...

And get it I did. He bathed me in the stuff. The poor boy had been saving it
up. He pumped it into my hose like one of those clear hospital bags going into
a patients vein. My world exploded in stars as I grabbed the back of his head
and he sucked my tongue down.

I could feel the big climax starting as my clit buldged and sucked at his
liquids. The honey slurped down inside me, making that stream of tingles as I
swallowed him and scraped his walls for every ounce. His hole contracted
around me helping things on their way, his spurting little cervix pushing down
on my sensitive tip as he fed himself to me. That sweet contentment spread
down my rod, warming every inch of my body with that kind of long joy you can
only get from the love in your guy's cream, you know?

My limbs went limp as we locked together in the dance of life. The paralyzing
fire washed over me. I felt EVERYTHING. The whole world. (You know what I'm
talking about here gals).

Soon he was dripping into those dark places of the womb where there is no
excitement. He'd made me his weak, happy woman again.

Though I finally let him relax and let my legs slide down so I didn't lok like
such a circus performer, I loved him so much we stayed locked together for
several more minutes (wink, wink), my rod still spasming.

But he'd saved so much of the stuff up, he was still horny. He coaxed me into
another erection, announcing proudly that he still felt a little congested.

Hooray!

I love to help when a guy's feeling bloated. Don't you?

Hugs and e-kisses.

Sig##
And could they possibly make the room smell any more like mouthwash? What was
that _odor_?##he'd been sitting with her legs in the stirrups so long, the
plastic cushions had a rosy glow. She didn't think they'd ever lose that
chill. Now they were going to stick to her wrinkled butt for sure when she got
up. She just knew it.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Becca twisted around.  Why did they put the door behind her? Was it so others
could peek in without her knowing?

"Now let's see..."

Pages flipped on her chart.

"Rebecca Halley."

The gray haired old fart pushed back the bridge of his glasses.

"Is this your first internal?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Is it?"

He looked up from his papers.

She nodded again.

"OK... And you are... sixteen. Mmm. That's quite a while." He smiled at her.
"Nervous are we?"

"A little."

"I knew you had a lovely voice... There's nothing to be nervous about."

He took a pen from his white lab coat.

"Now let's see... When was your first period?"

"Oh. Uh, thirteen I think."

"That's about right..."

He scribbled something.

"Ever had any problems--tenderness, swelling, unusual discharge?"

She shrugged.

"The usual."

"Balls hurt?"

"Some."

"Breasts."

Yes, I have two, thank you. She bit her tongue.

"Some."

"What do you use?"

"Ice... sometimes a little heat. Usually aspirin takes care of it."

"Good. If you ever need something stronger just give my nurse a call and we'll
write you a prescription. For what I see here in your family history I'd say
you won't ever have much to worry about."

Except being super-horny three days out of the month.

"When is your next one?"

"Next what?"

"Period. Menstruation," he clarified.

"Oh. Next week, I think."

"Is it heavy?"

"Rarely." Her hand shook as he sat on the stool between her splayed legs. "I
haven't--" She swallowed. "I haven't... had to use a tampon... in front yet, I
mean."

"You sound like a very lucky lady. We'll check just to make sure there's no
obstruction. It's routine for the clitoral exam anyway but I wouldn't worry."

His eyes were still glued to his lap, where her chart must now be.

"Even if there is something," he continued, "it's a very minor matter. It's
probably just the angle of your fertilization canal or the way it dips at the
neck where sperm pools..."

Sperm...

She'd never seen any and yet the thought of a thick, viscous fluid 'pooling'
in there was making her--no. Not here. Think about her eight year old
brother's train set...

He glanced up as the lecture on  female plumbing came to an end.

Only his head was visible above the white sheet stretched between her thighs.
She couldn't be sure if he was looking between her legs or at the chart
anymore.

Did he know the difference?

Probably not.

She hoped her nervous laugh wouldn't slip out.

The exam hadn't even started but parts were already so funny and others so
queasy. She hadn't expected this kind of rollercoaster.

"Ever have any trouble getting erect?"

"Trouble?"

"Have you ever wanted to but then not been able to perform?"

That could happen? She shivered.

"For instance when you're mentruating."

"Oh... I don't usually... I'm not usually interested... sexually... in, uh...
then. But yeah. Sometimes I get a hard on anyway."

"You get one often when you don't want to?"

"Don't... don't want to?"

"When you're not thinking of sex."

"Oh. Some. Not much."

"And your peak? How long does that last? What's that like?"

"Three... two or three days usually."

"You think about sex a lot?"

"A lot? No. As much as anyone else I suppose."

"How much do you stay erect when you're fertile?"

"Oh. Most of the time, I guess."

"You have comfortable clothes for that, I take it?"

She nodded.

"Any pain anywhere with it?"

"Pain? No. Not that I know of."

"Do you masturbate at all?"

Oh. That kind.

"I feel a little sore afterwards... if I do it too much. Everyone does."

"How much is too much? How many orgasms?"

"Four or five."

"Four or five?" Dr. Maxnen seemed a little astonished. "Yeah. That will do
it." He sighed. Teenagers. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Nothing serious."

Then as matter-of-factly as asking for the time of day, it rolled off his lips
like manna from heaven.

"You need any birth control pills while you're here?"

"I think... um, I'd--"

"I can get you some that will ease your period," he offered.

"I'd like that," she said quickly.

"And if... used properly they can take care of your soreness problem."

She smiled for the first time.

It sent a chill through her as he smiled back. He knew what she was going to
do! She felt so dirty, especially with her privates laid out in front of him
like some harlot.

"Well I'll write you an on-going prescription then... _provided_ you come back
every six months for a checkup. You do understand why?"

Silence.

"Do you need the lecture on sexually transmitted diseases?"

"No."

"Sex can be quite fun for a young lady but the effects of STDs are pretty one
sided. I'll show you pictures if you like."

"No. I've seen them in school."

Why couldn't men just not bring that stuff up? She knew already. It just made
the cords on her ovaries tighten. At moments like this those strings ran right
up into her churning stomach.

"There's nothing better than monogamy to take care of that problem... but if
that's not an option, make sure you and your partner get tested. It's fairly
cheap and easy. Don't listen to anything the boys try to tell you otherwise."

A boy up here with his legs split apart like  this. That she'd love to see. Of
course one of them would probably get off on it.

"I can also fit you for a diaphragm if you'd like."

She mulled it over but the pills were going to cost enough as it was. She
hadn't even figured out where to hide them yet. Between her mother's long
lectures... and her damn nosy sister who still shared her room... maybe she
could stuff them in her bra all the time. Did they make bottles that
comfortable? She'd have to take some of the tissue paper out...

"Maybe on your next visit."

Oh no. 

He set the chart aside.

"Just relax."

He snapped two rubber gloves on.

She could smell the cloud of talc from here.

She didn't think it possible, but he pushed the metal shelves farther apart.
Cold air rushed between her thighs. What  was she? A gymnast?

"Why is that sheet still up?"

He crumpled it down around her hips.

"Would you prefer not seeing?"

No reaction.

"Some women are like that but most get nervous when they can't watch...
Everything about femininity is so wonderfully visible."

There were plenty of days when being the 'flower' of youth wasn't much fun.
This definitely topped the list.

"Let me know if it gets uncomfortably cold."

Oo. Like right then?

His fingers probed between the folds of her scrotum.

"Are they sensitive today?"

"No," she whispered.

"Good. Now turn your head and cough... Good. And the other way."

She imagined his finger slipping into her body cavity and almost vomited.

Her organ shriveled into a tootsie roll. What was worse, she could tell he was
watching it from the corner of his eye.

"Only checking for a hernia," he assured her. "Good news. You don't have
one... by the way, never try that examination on your own."

Don't worry.

"Now I'm going to examine your ovaries for lumps." Her caressed her sack.
"Don't worry if it feels good. It should. It is one of your pleasure points.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing personal..."

She felt herself inching back up, just enough for air to crawl down part of
her tube as he rolled her nuts between two fingers.

"Your Fallopian tubes are fine," he announced like a vet at a livestock
auction.

He palpitated her ovaries.

"Does this hurt at all?"

"Mf. Not at all."

"I know it's unsettling for you. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

She covered her clitoris which seemed to cause the doctor some consternation.

"Have you ever done an ovarian exam on your own?"

She nodded.

"Good. They're quite easy. The best time is when you're erect, of course, so
you can move them around more. But like this will do just as well. Three or
four times a year at your age ought to be enough."

"Are you married?"

Why did she even want to know that?

"Thirty seven years to the same woman. I'll love her until the day I die."

What was so reassuring about hearing that?

"You'd be surprised how many women ask. I've gotten used to it over the
years."

He tugged gently at her balls. No! What was he trying to--

"Can you put your hands by your sides, Miss?... Relax. I know you're not
excited by any of this. I'm just checking your reflexes."

They were working all too well.

Was the next man she was alone with going to treat her like a dog on a leash?
Force her to get 'excited' like this?

Thankfully he stopped before she was too large but... it felt so evil to have
her flesh sliding up her some stomach in a place like this. The room was so
barren...

Yikes.

There was something cold.

"What are you doing?"

"Just moving your ovaries out of the way into a little tray. The temperature
should make them recede quite quickly but if it doesn't there's nothing to be
ashamed about."

The metal catches dug into her thigh.

Did he notice the stubble on her legs? She should have shaved this morning.

Out of the way?

Wait--

She stared at the long silver device as he warmed it between his hands.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes, honey. I need it to see up in there."

"Don't, um... don't you... could you use one for girls?"

"This is a girl's speculum but if it causes you any discomfort I can switch to
a smaller size. Don't worry," he smiled. "I'm sure it will fit."

"Oh." It would? She could...? Well a baby _is_ bigger than a dick. "OK."

She resigned herself to the inevitable.

"Why does it concern you? Haven't you felt inside there before?"

"Not really."

"I see your hymen's still intact..." He soothed her bare thigh. "Don't worry.
It won't be damaged."

Great.

Her hand rolled into a fist and nudged the sheet lower.

"Don't worry if you get erect. It's perfectly natural. I've seen plenty in my
day."

He pushed her back.

"I do need to note the reaction, though."

His voice was so clinical. It wouldn't kill him to say it looked pretty...
even if it wasn't up yet. Instead of being so impersonal.

In a minute he'd probably say "Every girl's looks the same, don't worry."

Duh. _She'd_ seen plenty enough to know _that_.

_He'd_ "seen plenty." Why was she thinking like that? Putting it the way he
had?

He made it sound so... everyday.

She knew guys loved to hop on one... but then you overheard their remarks
about how funny it looked sticking out or how you could lead girls around by
it. Or how it bled once a month... or how weird it was when it shriveled up.
Or about how it changed size.

Size.

Why were they fascinated by size?

Was hers really funny looking?

Why wouldn't the doctor just tell her?

Uh.

"Relax  You won't need to use those muscles for quite some time anyway."

His eyes felt as cold as the surgical steel.

Surgical...

Why were girls always the ones getting cut up? It was such a man's world. Why
didn't they have anything that they could be afraid would get sliced up or
off?  It wasn't fair.

Why did being able to give birth make her so vulnerable like this? Her body
was an open invitation for gate crashers to come chop her up like the Wilson's
car down the street, the one that always sat on blocks in that greasy garage.

Why did nature have to use her up? Why couldn't she go out with what she'd
been born with? Why were they always preparing her for that? Last month it had
seemed so far away, she could ignore it when someone mentioned it but not with
that metal thing turning away inside her.

Uh.

"Don't worry. Nothing's tearing."

He eyed her limp clitoris.

"It's all right. You may just be nervous. In any of case, plenty of women
don't have an e-spot. Just tell your boyfriends to rub your ovaries. That
seems to work well enough."

What was that long thin pointy thing? She couldn't take her eyes off it.

How much was he going to jab in there? She could fit all that?

Could this _possibly_ be any more humiliating? Getting probed around down
there like some guy? Where were his dime store reassurances now?

She didn't care what her mother said. Nothing about this felt like it had
anything to do with becoming a woman.

Unless being a woman meant being weak and humiliated. And poked like a fucking
dyke.

"Just scraping a few cells from you cervix for a pap smeer. Have to be safe."

He set one instrument down and picked up another.

He just left those huge tongs in her like he was at a barbecue.

What was the gelatin saucer? Desert?

He smeered one of the sticks in it.

"Everything appears perfectly fine so far. I'll have the test results next
week."

The huge balloon collapsed inside her and he drew the evil contraption out.
Goodness it was huge. That sucker had _really_ been inside her?

She snickered to herself as she wondered what a boy could really take. How
much bigger was _that_ model? She'd like to see. Did he have one lying around?

She hoped she wasn't really grinning the way she felt in--

"Ah!"

"Sorry. It happens sometimes."

Sorry!?

"It's not very bad."

He dabbled a cotton swab on her birth canal.

Damn him. She strained to see down there.

"A small tear. Nothing serious."

He showed her the spot of blood.

It _was_ tiny.

Goodness. Maybe she shouldn't wait until birth to get rid of the thing if it
hurt like--

"It could have happened riding a bike," he said.

He brushed the hair away down there and squeezed some gel on his thumb.

"This antibiotic will stop the bleeding... I'll see the nurse gives you a pad
before you leave so your underwear won't spot... You know. I can remove it
while you're here if you'd like."

Silence.

"It won't hurt with a local."

"Let me think about it."

"Sure... Now sit up, would you please."

He removed the ovular dish from her balls. They really had retracted.

Small wonder after having that huge thing stuffed up her butt.

"Sit on the side of the table, please.... No. Leave your clothes off. And
unhook your bra. I'll need to examine your breasts in a minute."

He held another one of those scraping devices.

"Spread your legs."

He was going to use that where she _actually_ had some feeling?

"You need to take another?"

"Yes. I need to check the entrance as well as the exit... Don't get nervous
about this part. It's perfectly natural if you start to get erect. It won't
interfere with anything. In fact I have to check your erectile function later,
anyway."

"Um..."

She really didn't think she could go through with this part.

"Um..."

Becca tasted the tangy lipstick she was ruining with her teeth.

"Would you like the nurse to administer it?"

"Could she?"

"Certainly. I'll be back in for your breast exam."

And he was gone.

She was alone again with the hum of the airconditioner.

She leaned over where he'd been sitting, straining to read her chart. She
couldn't make anything out. The print was tiny and upside down.

"I'm Nurse Wacker."

"OH. Hi."

"How are you today?"

"Guess I've been better."

"I know, darling."

The nurse donned an identical set of white gloves.

She tapped that long rod on the side of the tray and dipped it in more gel.

"A lot of women aren't comfortable with a man doing this part... Spread your
legs for me."

The talc felt so smooth. She couldn't help herself as the nurse pinched her
head open.

"You may feel a sharp pinch."

It disappeared inside her.

She gulped.

Didn't Bobbi Jean Mitchell lose a bobby pin in there? Didn't the ER crew still
tell jokes about her?

The long needle stopped moving and the nurse massaged her growing clitoris
with a clinical air that made her actions almost naughty.

"I'm going to have to wait a minute until it stops."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize about. Young ladies get erect in here all the time. It's
perfectly natural... and I can understand why you wouldn't want a man around."

"He's old enough to be my grandfather," Becca whispered.

"I know. He really is quite nice once you get to know him... Oh trust me
honey. He's so much better than some others. Even some of the women I've been
to just jab you and send you on your way. It's just doctors. It's not men in
particular. I'm sure you'll meet some very nice ones."

The nurse was stroking her all out now.

"Nothing personal honey, but I need to hurry."

"Is--"

Why did she want to ask that? 

"Is it--is mine, I mean... does it look ugly compared to others? I mean you
must have seen your share."

"Trust me, darling." The nurse let out a worldly laugh. "What men do with it
won't involve an eyesight test. They get turned on by anything that's long and
hard so I wouldn't worry. Besides, yours is quite cute and pink inside."

"Thanks."

"And size doesn't count for much either when you're alone in bed and the
lights are out. Trust me."

"Really?" She glanced at the older woman's heavy breasts. How would she know?
"Yours must be quite large."

"No darling. Just my boobs." The nurse grinned. "But they're enough to land
them in the sack. After that they're just going to do what they want to you
anyway so it doesn't matter what size you are."

"Oh."

"And it'll be stuck where the sun doesn't shine, so looks down there won't
matter either."

Becca was fully erect now. The metal pin stirred inside her again. She felt
like a drink getting mixed at a bar.

"So how were the forceps? The other internal? Was it a tight fit?" the nurse
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Becca nodded.

"Don't worry. My first baby loosened me up a lot down there."

"That didn't upset your girlfriend?" Becca smirked.

Both of them laughed.

"There _is_ an operation for that, you know."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"So is that why you asked for me? I thought it might be a boyfriend."

Ow. There was the pinch.

"That's all there is to it."

The woman was a master of distraction.

"I'll send the doctor back in for your mammary exam. You can go ahead and put
your panties and skirt back on. I'll tell him you erect fine."

She definitely didn't have to worry about an erection around him now. Thanks
to the prick she was deflating pretty fast.

"I know. Sorry. A woman gets used to these things... Here's the pad you
requested."

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##) Armand7 wrote:
))))
)))) It's no fair on those cable movies. You can't see anything more than
)))) topless women and sometimes not even that.
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))) Richardb82 wrote:
)))
))) i don't know. sometimes they show a nice juicy ass or two    and i once
))) caught a glimpse of a gals furry jewels
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)) pterez wrote:
))
)) Yeah. But not during sex. I mean, who the hell tunes in for a guy's fur
)) pie anyway? It's stupid. I get to see that all day in the lockers. They
)) don't give you what you want. Sure tits are nice. I want the whole packa
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) Richardb82 wrote:
)
) well   channel 3s been pushing things lately. i could swear they flashed a
) semi rigid gal   or maybe she was just really big to begin with . how do
) censors figure that? i mean whether a girl's getting excited or she's just
) naturally well endowed?  does it have to do with breast size too? where do
) they draw the line? anybody know

I don't know how they decide but I think this talk is all a bunch of wishful
thinking. They'll never show any of the real stuff. All those moral crusaders
get upset about showing female nudity. It starts them ranting about equality
and debasing women, putting them on display and all that. I remember when I
was a young guy there was a huge protest about a pair of stiff nipples that
were flashed on public TV and times haven't change a whole lot since then.

Get it over with. Muster up the courage and go into a blue tape shop and check
out something rated 4 or higher. Unless of course your too young... :>)

Of course, if you really want my advise, find your own private honey who won't
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