From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!Germany.EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!xlink.net!subnet.sub.net!snert!spectre.ka.sub.org!postmaster Mon Dec 5 13:15:47 1994 Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!Germany.EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!xlink.net!subnet.sub.net!snert!spectre.ka.sub.org!postmaster Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: "Thomas Baetzler" Date: Sat, 03 Dec 94 14:54:47 +0100 Reply-To: "Thomas Baetzler" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Subject: Averti: The Return of Cesura (mf, f mast, bdsm) Message-ID: <2270107@spectre.ka.sub.org> Lines: 639 Hello, here is another bunch of stories from my private archive. The stories in this series were all written by averti, who can be found on the alt.sex.bondage newsgroup, if you want to reach him for comment. The wi.* addresses found in the header are from the old Wizvax Anonymous Contact Service, so they might map to another user these days. I'm reposting these in an effort to raise the signal/noise ratio on this group. Besides that, I think they're just great :-) -snip-------------------------------------------------------------------- From: wi.4609@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: STORY, all of it, reposted by idiot Date: 25 Jul 92 15:02:40 GMT I can't BELIEVE I put leading dashes in the story. Heck, I've known and feared the line-eater since the dawn of time. Anyway, the up side is that if you liked the first half of the story, the rest is pretty hot too. averti, victim of technology and brain lag. .\" elo3 07/24/1992 ELOISE STRIKES AGAIN, or, The Return of Cesura The phone rang. It was Eloise. Eloise, with her cartoon-character voice, sort of like Marge Simpson's ugly sisters crossed with Cruella De Ville. ``Drop yer cocks and grab yer socks Bunkie'' she bellowed. ''It's time to PLAY.'' ``Nope. None for me, thanks. The last time we played I had to read 1000 pages of L. Ron Hubbard to come back down to NEAR earth.'' ``Don't be insulting, I'm sitting here pinching my nipples with the stapler'' said the human non sequiter. ``Becoming stuck up?'' ``No, dummy, I took the staples out first.'' Sure enough I could hear a sort of mechanical clicking in the background. She must have been at the TV station. It's usually deserted after hours. Eloise likes to sneak into deserted places and then play self-bondage or make annoying phone calls, or just jill off. Empty offices get her hot...of course, 25% of everything in her daily environment gets her hot, so that's no big distinction. ``If you come over later I'll let you fuck me in the ass'' she said, with the sweet tones of a born siding salesman. ``You ALWAYS let me fuck you in the ass'' I reasoned. ``Half the time, you MAKE me fuck you in the ass.'' ``Don't you like it?'' I thought it over. ''It's kinda like artichokes--what you end up with is not always worth all that effort.'' *** Further phone-non-sex followed. Eloise has an everpresent desire to jerk my chain. This time she had called because somebody was coming to town that Eloise thought I would be thrilled to see again. ``It's not that bald-headed bike racer with the mastectomy scar, is it?'' I asked apprehensively. Not that I have any aversion to bald heads, or the honorable wounds of a cancer fighter, as such. It's just that people whom Eloise considers ``thrilling'' often share her cargo distribution (LOTS of bricks shy of a load). ``No, dick head, it's Cesura.'' Cesura!! Now, this WAS something worthy of special notice! Cesura is one of the most exotic women on the planet, a true albino cowgirl, a sort of k.d. lang painted silvery white. When she visited the Bay Area last year, Toby and Eloise put the glom on her, and we had a wonderful evening--bit demeaning for me, but still wonderful--playing safer sex dominance games. My penis, which has its own memory banks--it has its own CPU, for that matter--reminded me of how wild and fantastical Cesura looked with her clothes off, and how exquisite it had felt when she jerked me off with her long, bony, pallid hand. And my regular main memory recalled that Eloise was so taken by Cesura that she practically dismantled the poor girl's genitals in a fit of violent fondling. ``You're not gonna try and finger-fuck a hole right through her, this time, are you?'' I asked reasonably. ``Course not. Stupid. _I_ know how to treat a woman.'' As what, I wondered but didn't say. *** Eloise lives in a small but expensive apartment right on top of the Clayton Street hill in San Francisco. She has a fantastic view of the Golden Gate and the green hills of Marin. She seldom looks at the view, however, because if she is going to look at anything, it's usually herself. Not only does she have a mirror over her bed but mirrors all over the walls of her bedroom. She even has mirrors all over the bathroom walls and ceiling, so she can get a good look at what she looks like sitting on the toilet. (I dare say if they made a transparent toilet she'd install one immediately, so she could admire herself during routine elimination processes.) When I finally found a parking place and climbed the elevatorless four floors to Eloise's place, the last little bits of sun were sinking behind Twin Peaks and the first clumps of fog were creeping down the shoulders of the Sutro Forest. It was a prime San Francisco night, and sin and sexual excess were in the air like allergins. *** Eloise was wearing a thin, much-washed tee shirt that poked out almost alarmingly in two places in front, where her long, stiff, pointy nipples threatened to push right through and out into the room. When I first met Eloise I thought her nipples were like that perpetually--they always seemed to be entering a room a good distance ahead of the rest of her-- but as time went by I realized that she was nearly always playing with herself, somehow, somewhere, some way. If she talked on the phone, she twisted and pulled her nipples all the while. If she had to ride an elevator for more than a few floors, she began unconsciously stroking her own ass. (Sometimes even if the elevator was full of other people). She rubbed her pussy more or less continuously whenever she drove anywhere. On longer freeway drives she would flip up her skirt or unzip her jeans and frig herself in earnest. More than one trucker, riding past her moon- roof Honda, made wet eyeball prints at the unexpected sight of a small, darkhaired woman steering with one hand while dialing her clit like an old-fashioned telephone with the other. ``You didn't bring your stuff!'' whined the Adorable SexBrat. Well, my ``stuff'' has burgeoned over the past year from a modest toolbox full of the basics, to some 60 pounds of hardware. I wouldn't drag 60 pounds of hardware up several flights of stairs to tie up Diana Rigg--well, yes I would--but certainly not Eloise. ``Don't worry your knobby little head about stuff,'' I smiled. I was wearing an oversize sweatshirt, and from under it I produced a reasonable selection of the basics; handcuffs, ropes, chains, snaps, clips, and so on. Kind of like Batman inverted; my ``utility belt'' aids me in my relentless fight against sexual boredom. *** Cesura came out of the kitchen with a tall glass in her hand. She saw me, put down the glass, and flung her long arms around me and planted a long, tongue-wiggling, invasive, suctional kiss on me. I gasped, out of passion and anoxia. ``Cesura!!'' I said, when I got my mouth back. ``Girl, you look GREAT!'' And she did. The previous year, she had been into living-dead, long velvet dresses dripping with lace and junk jewelry. This night she looked like she had just drove in from the old Gilley's, a Texas cowgirl to the max. Very tight washed jeans straining to contain her long slim legs and compact ass, and an embroidered chambray shirt that clung to her hard little breasts and lovely square shoulders like mist on a window. She still wore her electric white hair in a half- brushy, half-spiky post punk style; nothing could have better served to frame her long, comical face. As usual, she wore blood-red lipstick that only served to accentuate her dark-brownish-red eyes. The cap- pieces to her outfit--Tony lama snakeskin boots for one end, and a crushed stetson with a peacock feather for the other--had been tossed carelessly in the corner. Eloise beamed at the two of us. Aside from her vague tee shirt, she was wearing some kind of large baggy cotton shorts and nothing else. (Eloise kept her place overheated year around; she says it's so she can run around comfortably without clothes--I think it's to get everybody ELSE in a mood to run around without clothes.) *** A good deal of low talking, stroking, kissing, and rubbing ensued. Somewhere along the way all three of us lost our clothing, and we lolled about on a large, soft wool fleece rug. Cesura's presence seem somehow to subdue the SexBrat, or at least slow her down from her normal insectoid rhythm. The World's Whitest Woman has a very delicate touch; it looked like she had gained a thousand years' worth of poise and self-confidence since our last meeting. Every time Eloise started to become twitchy or grabby, Cesura would take her over and slow her down with long kisses or feathery strokes of the fingertips. I found this so agreeable a sight that I propped myself up on one elbow and watched quietly. *** At one point, when I was almost in a voyeuristic trance, I suddenly remembered a notion I had had on the drive over. I went into Eloise's linen closet and came out with a large plastic drop cloth. I spread this out smoothly on the living room floor as the two nymphs paused their investigations to watch me. I ducked into the bathroom and came back with a large bottle of baby oil. ``How about if you spread this stuff all over each other?'' I asked. Eloise snatched the bottle out of my hand in a horny blur. She half- dragged the amused Cesura onto the plastic sheet, opened the bottle, glopped it around various places on Cesura's nude body, and began happily rubbing the oil around. Soon the albino glowed smoothly, her flawless pearly skin looking like freshly polished marble. Then Cesura returned the favor, oiling tiny Eloise in a few seconds' time. *** ``This is something I've been thinking about for a whole year,'' Eloise smiled. She opened her toybag and brought out a long, thick double- headed dildo. Cesura opened her eyes in mock amazement and then grinned like a kitty after a canary burger. ``What's yore plan, Eloise?'' Eloise briskly went over the pinkish fake cock with a Handiwipe and Betadine, then produced two condoms, rolling one neatly onto each end of the dildo. Cesura looked redly at me, her eyebrows raised. I pursed a smile and nodded encouragingly. ``Sit down over here'' Eloise commanded. The tall, thin, very naked looking Cesura crossed the plastic sheet and did so, folding her long legs gracefully around Eloise's shorter ones. Cesura turned and caught me feverishly eyeing her exposed beauty--I've seen Eloise naked and spread in various directions a million times; Cesura was a rarer treat. Cesura stuck out a pointed pink tongue and reached down to fork open her outer lips in a corny slick magazine pose. I felt, for a split second, like I was going to transform into a horny little guy about six inches tall and take a running dive headfirst into that magnificent pussy. *** Eloise smiled catlike at the albino woman. ``In your ass'' Eloise said sweetly. ``In yore ear'' Cesura twanged. ``No, really...I'm gonna put one end in mine, and you put the other end...'' suiting action to words, Eloise smeared a goodly dollop of lube on her end of the doubledong, and a lesser smear on and into her winking little rosebud of an anus. She then introduced the tip of the dildo into her asshole, and with many a sigh and pretty grimace, kept slowly sliding the plastic cock into herself until it was four or five inches deep. In spite of my periodic spite for Eloise, I had to admit the sight was both pleasing and arousing. Here was this small, naked, erotically charged person with her vulva agape and gleaming with its own juices, and a pink plastic dong of some respectable dimensions protruding from her nether hole. Positively charming. Cesura evidently felt a similar reaction, as she traced along her outer lips with one long-fingered hand while lubing her perfect, round, pink, eager-looking asshole with the other. Eloise grunted as she began to move the dildo in and out. ``Before you take your end, darling'' she sighed, ``show us that perfectly lovely treasure you carry around, hiding inside those translucent lips.'' Eloise must have been getting _highly_ excited, she was beginning to talk like me! Cesura grinned, flashing an extensive set of shiny white teeth and sharply pointed canines. She used the fingers of her left hand to stroke, lift, and seperate her inner lips, and sort of roll up her clithood. Then she beamed with pleasure and pride as she showed us the head of her exquisitely lovely clitoris. It had been a year since I had seen this unique organ. It had a similar effect on me as it had the time before (except that the time before, I was tied up on the carpet of Toby's playroom). This thing was so pretty it almost made me un-horny. It seemed almost bad manners to maintain a hardon while gazing at this glowing, pearlescent, perfect clit. Once again, it reminded me of some great opulent treasure of the Czars, riding in its own natural setting of pastel pink labia and sparse, electric-looking white pubic fluff. No filligree of gold, no sparkle of diamonds could set this living national treasure off any better than the rare body and hands of its mistress. Cesura touched her now fully exposed and hardened clit lightly and cooed with complete pleasure. Eloise just about came right then and there. I could have gone either way myself. I noticed that my mouth was dry from hanging open and that I was staring so hard my eyes began to burn. If the albino guest of honor hadn't taken the initiative and stopped playing with her clit long enough to smoothly stuff her end of the doubledong into her flawless, dainty asshole, all three of us might still be lying there, staring paralyzed at her magnificent feminine treasure. **** Now, it was a matter of slow, inching movements toward each other that allowed the two women to drive the plastic appliance futher and further into themselves. I sat cross-legged and stiff-dicked on the floor near them, softly talking them through it, reminding them about eye contact, softness, closeness, tenderness... And then, of course, I had to say, ``If that thing had screw threads on it you two could become de facto Siamese twins.'' Eloise laughed her looney laugh--if you haven't watched a naked woman laugh lately, do go and find one right after you finish this story--which made her end of the dildo bounce up and down and around, which made Cesura laugh and roll her eyes at the same time. Ah, the aching beauty of naked masturbating women! At such times I feel I could actually melt into the palpable atmosphere of female lust, happily, and swirl through eternity in a vague paradise of hard-tipped, soft-edged nipples and steaming pussies and slitted, rolling eyes... *** ``Tuh-tuh-trade hands'' Eloise said, with a groan, her eyelids fluttering, sweat beading down the sides of her little forehead. She gently removed Cesura's long, narrow hand from the pale woman's own pussy and placed it on hers, then reached out two dainty Eloise-fingers and began stroking the entrance to Cesura's portal. Cesura bit her lower lip. Her lean, muscular hips twitched on the carpet, and this agitated the dildo in her ass, and this agitated the other end in ELOISE' ass. Eloise moaned wordlessly and pinched Cesura's labia between thumb and forefinger, pulled, stretched, twisted. *** ``Now YOU'' Cesura gasped in my direction. I slid forward until one knee was up against each woman's thigh, and then wafted my magic hands into the electrically charged region between their groins. One hand sought for and found Eloise's pussy with an ease borne of long familiarity. The other hand landed palm-first on Cesura's frosty pubic mound. Frosty-looking, that is; the region felt like 110 degrees in the shade, and no shade. The women locked into a smooth back-and-forth rhythm like a rowing team. One stroke pulled the big dildo outward, the other forced it back in. On the outstroke, their flexible pink anal rings followed outward, as if reluctant to let go of the dildo. On the instroke, the ring of muscle and all was pushed back inside. It was fascinating as a mechanical study alone. But I was not there to study asshole kinematics. I rubbed and pressed and diddled with the fingers of both hands--a sort of frottage version of rubbing ones' stomach and patting ones' head simultaneously. Before too long, my sneaky little fingertips found Cesura's hard, hot clithead, slippery with baby oil and lady oil and poking straight out from the top of her vulva like a tiny, eager, militant dickhead. I touched and pressed this treasure _very_ lightly, thinking that it must be quite sensitive. Cesura shuddered all over and almost shot the dildo out of her behind. ``Rub it!!'' she purred hoarsely. ``Rub it like that!!!'' I continued to rub it like that. Her dark red eyes rolled up in her head, and she seized one flourescent pink nipple in her fingers and twisted it savagely. *** Eloise was both staring and squinting straight ahead, taking extreme liberties with her eyes, washing her gaze over Cesura's body like a psychic searchlight. I turned and smiled sweetly at Eloise, and before she could quite rightly set herself for some mischief, I pressed hard with my thumb on her swimmingly wet clitoris. It shot out from between the ball of thumb and its owner's pubic bone like a championship marble; in fact, ridiculously enough, the entire clitoris head appeared to disappear under full cover, somewhere at the top of SexBrat's vulva. Eloise twitched electrically and made on of her Woody Woodpecker sexual hollers, then glared at me. ``You're supposed to RUB it, not detach it!'' she said, more mockingly than angrily. She couldn't have sustained a trace of anger if she had wanted to, covered in oil and joined at the rump with Cesura, and with a two-way runnel of sexual energy surging up and down my hands and arms like a low-budget special effect. *** It was time to get serious. I gestured to both women that they should themselves take over the manual part--which they hastened to do with a smile, each one trying at the same time to give the other and me a show and give themselves maximum pleasure. I reached down between the oily bottoms and spreading, poking, rubbing fingers and got a good grip on the doubledong, halfway between its two clients. Then we went into a beautiful rhythm, as I slid the dildo in and out, sometimes one way and sometimes the other. Cesura and Eloise frigged their swollen clits like lunatics, hands and fingers virtually blurring, lower bodies writhing and rolling--yet still impaled on their plastic backdoor lover-- harsh, heavy breathing, sweat flying, hair matted and soaked in oil, mouths stretched as if in heavy G-force... Cesura arrived first, whooping like the daughter of the plains that she was. She SCREAMED with pleasure as her center took on a rolling, bucking, contracting life of its own. The contracting and yelping part lasted the better part of 30 seconds, during the first part of which, I continued to piston the doubledong into her. I opened my hand and let the later spasms force the dildo out of Cesura as she began to wind down. Eloise was still working away, obviously tremendously excited by her friend's climax but not quite there herself. I knew Eloise sometimes had a tendency to run out from under herself, so I decided to force the issue. Still holding the dildo--if anything, cramming a little more of it up Eloise with each stroke--I leaned over and, without any warning, grabbed a nipple between my teeth and bit the holy hell out of it. ``Yaaaahhhh!!!'' Eloise yelled, in a mixture of arousal and outrage. I knew to within a fraction of an ounce of pressure how hard to bite her nipples and yet not break the skin, so I retained my hold and gnawed with my front teeth. SexBrat hollered and sniveled, all right, but kept on rubbing her button and thrusting her ass down to meet doubledong more than halfway. A few seconds more of this sensory overload and the little pervert arched her back like a Mongol bow and achieved her completion. I let go of her nipple, leaned down and fascinatedly watched her last few hard strokes on her steaming clit, and removed the doubledong (which had been, at the last, 9 or 10 inches inside this miniature-sized person!), and collapsed on the slippery sheet, with what seemed to be an endless vista of post-orgasmic feminine goodwill. *** Time passed and passed. I reached some kind of semi-hypnotic state, another one of those sexual transient trances that one gets when transiting sexual transients. Images swam into the light and toward me, only to recede into a dark blue mist--Cesura biting Eloise's already reddened nipple, holding the tip in her teeth and leaning back carefully until the weight of the albino's entire upper body hung from Eloise's radically stretched breastbud-- Eloise with Cesura turned over her lap, spanking her pure white behind into scarlet with one hand while the other hand, latexed and slippery, pistoned in and out of the pale girl's openings-- Cesura returning the favor, gasping in astonishment as her rounded hand disappeared up into Eloise's ass, fingers, thumb, knuckles, joints... Cesura turned and gave me a hilarious look of mixed arousal and horror, then turned her attention back to her ``victim'' just in time to see Eloise deftly wiggle her bottom and _draw_ the rest of the fist inside!-- Both women placing many and various clips on my nipples and scrotum, giggling at each other like schoolgirls behind the gym.-- *** Eloise lay across my chest, facing up, smiling toward the ceiling, her sweat mixing with mine. I could feel her body humming with that peculiar kinetic sex magick energy that she taps into. I could also feel movements which told me that she had both hands in her crotch and was masturbating again, or still, or yet, or something. I was almost to the point of cosmic indifference, but it still felt...diverting... to be able to read the Brat's vulvic fiddlings by the transmitted sensations reaching me. Cesura sidled up like a lengthy silver serpent and gave me a drink of water from a frosted goblet. I swallowed it greedily and thought idly of electrolytes (wouldn't know one if it bit me) and GatorAde (looks like Dismal Swamp water). Cesura put down the glass and turned around so that her head and shoulders were even with Eloise's middle. I heard and felt Eloise's gasp as Cesura must have put her hand into SexBrat's hot swollen places. I gazed, at point-blank range, at Cesura's flawless paperwhite skin. She was mostly lean muscle--each division in her washboard abdomen stood out clearly. Her pretty little outie navel had the same sculpted ivory look as I remembered in her exquisite clitoris, so, thinking of the latter, I reached over and tapped her thighs lightly. Without a pause in whatever she was doing to Eloise (which was beginning to make Eloise squirm satisfactorily), Cesura unscissored her long legs and gave me free access to the treasures between. After all the frotting and flailing we had been doing, Cesura's snatch had taken on a bright pink, richly swollen appearance. Her fascinating clitoris head was about half hooded, half free, and once again I just gazed. Cesura had apparently taken so much shit about her _general_ appearance that when she had firmly got hold of the notion that her sexual parts were not merely presentable, but rarely beautiful, she had gone way past that culturally-based nonsense about such things being ugly or shameful. The grin I gave her when I caught her looking at me looking was pure admiration; the grin she gave back was pure lustful pride. *** We took a 3-person shower, a drought-ignoring shower that went on for days and months and used millions of gallons of hot water. Cesura's motor was locked into the on position for the evening; every time Eloise or I would touch her or caress her, Cesura would groan and wriggle with another aftershock orgasmlet. After we finally stagged out of the shower and toweled down, we went back into the living and lay in a clean, warm, nude pile, looking at the stars through the fog. Eloise, never one to JUST lie anywhere in peaceful contemplation, rolled over onto me and snarled smilingly into my face, ``Well? What next?!'' I smiled snarlingly back and rolled over to my pile of clothing, fished out a handful of metal chains and shiny bits, and waved them at SexBrat. ``Nipple clips!!!'' I dare to venture that most people have never heard that phrase shreiked in unison by two naked women. If not never, surely seldom. I plastered on my best Evil Smile and dangled the shiny, deadly-looking things from my hand, swinging them on the ends of foot-long sections of chain as if they were ornate watchfobs. I take great pleasure in some of the more symbolic aspects of these things, so Eloise, at least, was not surprised as I handed her one end of a set of clips. She squeezed and pulled on her already taut nipple until it flared white, then slowly clamped the clip on, rolling her eyes with pain and delight. I held out the other clip of the same set to Cesura. She grinned at me and seized one blushing nipple with her long fingers. ``You're all right with these?'' I felt constrained to ask. She glared at me indignantly and pinched her nipple viciously. ``When are you perverts gonna get it straight?! I'm not fragile, just _pale_!'' Indeed. She placed the clamp, and sighed with pleasure. The two other clamps were soon in place. Now the women, facing each other as they had been when joined by the large doubledong, were attached chest-height by an X of steel chains and clips. Cesura's right nipple joined to Eloise's, and the same for the other side. Without saying anything further, I leaned forward and _very_ gently pushed each woman backwards at the collarbone level. The chains tautened. The clips began to tighten. The sight of all this was almost more than my little hot red eyes could stand. ``Now, this promotes proper posture, my darlings'' I said smarmily. ``She who fails to sit up straight will hear about it from her opposite number--and herself.'' *** So much for taking a shower. Once again we were running with fresh sweat and oozing with erotic secretions. I knelt between and to one side of the nipple-to-nipple matrix and alternated kisses, caresses, pinches, and bites between Eloise and Cesura. Eloise was so horny she was practically sobbing. She stared into Cesura's odd eyes as large tears welled up in her own and rolled down her face. Cesura returned Eloise's gaze, while strumming and tugging on the clamp chains between them. Cesura masturbated slowly, profoundly, with her free hand, almost in a trancelike state. I shuffled on my naked knees around behind Eloise and parked my cock in the crease of her butt. Didn't put it in, just laid it into place. I leaned my head over her shoulder so I could see what I was doing, and then reached around her with both arms and put my hands into her lap from either side. ``W-w-what are you going to DO?'' Eloise said, shivering with sexual energy. ``I'm going to HELP,'' I replied. With my oh-so-subtle fingers I captured her outer labia and pulled her pussy wide open. WIDE wide open. Cesura rolled her eyes. ``That's byoo-tee-ful'' she drawled. Eloise groaned. ``Oh Jesus Christ on a bicycle, I feel so SLUTTY!!'' She wriggled against my hands and the nipple clips jangled and danced. ``Look, Cesura, you can see all the way up to my back teeth'' Eloise continued. I whispered in her ear to brace herself, for I was going to open her further, as wide as I felt I could get without starting to tear something. And then she was to finger herself to one last big climax, while I maintained the stretched, contorted gaping of her cunt. She nodded. With an unusual and personally scary sadistic glee, I did what I had said. Eloise emitted a strangled shriek and began wobbling her clitoris with two blurred fingers. Cesura just plain came at the grotesque hotness of the sight, arching her back and putting major tension on the nipple chains. I retained my terrible hold on Eloise as she began to come. I could feel whole entire sets of muscles tensing and rippling. It felt like her pussy could beat my grip just out of sheer muscular power. Eloise gasped and groaned and writhed like a fresh-caught salmon. The rest of the tears came flooding out of her eyes, and sweat and drool mingled with the tears as they dripped southward. I could feel the entire floor of her pelvis knotting and releasing, transmitted to my cock and balls. When I judged that Eloise was on the downslope, I released my torture hold. For a moment it was as if she had just given birth...to _something_. Her pussy gaped at the center of her little body, the labia swollen and fanned out like saloon doors. I removed the nipple clips, laid each woman down to rest, and produced some fresh towels to rub them down. Then, sweetly and calmly, almost drowsing, I lay between them and they together caused me to come. *** The sun was rising over the tasteless Twin Peaks antenna. I felt like I had been used as a full-body sex aid, and then steamed clean and left out to dry. A wonderful, marvelous feeling. I looked at the two sleeping women sprawled on the carpet; they looked as if they had been dropped off a spoon like wet cookie dough and baked where they lay. Coffee. Home. Another shower. A nap. I was quietly approaching the door when I heard a ``pssst'' from behind me. Cesura sat partway up and said, in her soft, raspy voice, ``You going?'' ``Yeah. You?'' She preened her long neck and sleek head. ``I got a few days this time.'' ''Good. Then I'll see you again before you go...?'' Cesura grinned. ``Fuckin Aye.'' She moved carefuly past the sleeping Eloise and got nakedly to her feet with one swift movement. I stood with my hand on the doorknob, struck motionless by her exotic beauty. She crooked a finger at me. I let go of the door and walked back to where she was standing. Cesura gave me a VERY thermal look out of her dark red eyes. ``You're not going to split without a good-morning kiss, are you?'' she asked, with mock archness. I smiled in return. ``Of course not.'' I moved to take her face in my hands. Cesura shook her head, still smiling. ``Not _here_'' she murmured, touching her mouth. ``...down..._here_.'' The end -- July 1992 *** -snip-------------------------------------------------------------------- Cheers, Thomas Baetzler, bath0011@fh-karlsruhe.de, thb@spectre.ka.sub.org -- Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain't that a big enough majority in any town? --- Mark Twain, "Huckleberry Finn"