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Dick and Jane
Dick and Jane
Copyright © by Evan Donaldson Published in the United States – Los Angeles 2009 All rights reserved
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WARNING: Fictional material herein is intended for consumption by mature adults only. Narratives contain explicit descriptions of married sexuality and will be inappropriate for underage readers.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane
Fantasy Toll Booth A Lesson on Faith A Lesson in Obedience A Lesson on Faith II A Lesson in Obedience II A Lesson on Faith III A Lesson in Obedience III A Lesson in Obedience IV Revenge Revenge II Room with a View Room with a View II
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I am a happily married male. Key reason for that is my wife’s ‘tolerance’ of masculine needs— including my need for both visual and verbal imagery to help manage an active libido. But any erotic literature I could ever find to share was either too slow and sappy –like a chick flick romance— or it was lazily conceived and sloppily charged with rude language. These socalled sexual aids were more distracting and impairing than inspiring of conjugal passion. Why couldn’t somebody write marital meditations that were both tasteful and explicit? Why doesn’t Erotica explore adventurous couplings of monogamous heterosexual pairs? So I unleashed my own imagination and salvaged some slack time between business calls to indulge in a bit of naughty wordcraft. I actually mailed the first story to my woman anonymously, just to evoke a truly honest response. She couldn’t put it down …and it made her blush …Declared it so well-written compared to that groady and unappetizing commercial porn …Yet this was really freaky sex, only with a difference …So she blushed again and wanted some more. Finally, I had to tell her Who was actually stalking her vulnerable sensibilities. More stories followed —along with several more conceptions. Soon, growing kids with searching eyes were reading more than Dick and Jane first grade
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primers. So I hid away my indulgences for some twenty years. But now that the innocent minds are matured and moved away, I find my young adult adventures no less appealing to a middle-aged sexual appetite. No, it isn’t about the children Dick and Jane –and they were siblings, of course. This volume features Janice mostly —so perhaps it is Jane finally realizing a more sensual side of play … and with a better mate of her choosing. Satisfactual play-making (like lovemaking) takes practice, of which Jane and her brother had plenty. And as every American reader knows, those two kids were naughty as could be …though never ever anything like their exploits as adults— Goodness, No! While Jan (or Jane or Janice) is busy rediscovering her ‘inner child’ amidst marital fun, I hear rumor that Brother Dick (Richard now goes by his nickname Scott) has gone adventuring elsewhere with his newest playmate also. So brace yourself for some unabashedly raw imaginings as I tell sexual tales ‘with a difference’.
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"It's certainly interesting." "The kids made it special for us." We recently purchased a new refrigerator. The cast-off box was immediately adopted by our children. It was this that my wife was pointing at, having just returned home after an anniversary evening out. I could see they had been at it with a blade of some sort —all manner of little windows and doors were cut, all now neatly shut. I wasn't sure what to say. "So …" "So, they worked very hard —with a little help from Mamma." "And …" I was anxious to get on or in or under with whatever one hopes to do with one's lovely wife on such a night, after dinner, without kids around. "They call it our Honeymoon House." When I looked askance at her she explained, "They've kind of had wedding anniversary on the brain, if you know what I mean?" "Like anybody else I know?" Like two bodies I know, is what I thought. Janice was wearing a clingy sort of green silk dress, truly stunning against her chocolate curls. I was about ready to begin clawing it free of the curves to which it was clinging. She shrugged my kiss from her bare neck —Mmm, cinnamon-rose perfume— but I was sure I felt goose bumps raised on her arm. "Well, do you want to get in first, or shall I?" said Jan.
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"Get in?" "Surely you don't mean to just ignore the Honeymoon House made special by your children." "Not ignore, just postpone it … sort of indefinitely." "C'mon Ted; be a sport —Just for a few minutes." My wife was wearing her glow-in-the-dark gleam." You might like it after all." "I'm, uh …I'm going to the bathroom." I had to go anyway. "I'll be waiting for you, Pop-eye." Pop-eye? She's called me a lot of names, but.... On the bathroom floor were those bright red bikini briefs that Jan bought for my birthday months ago. Mom had suffered a coughing fit when my wife suggested to the rest of the party that "Ted should model them for us." So I had pulled them on, over my Levis. The fortuitous re-appearance of the Playboy shorts was obviously a plant. But I was in the mood to play along. I did wash my crotch good first, as I could expect Janice would do also. My member began thickening as my mind wandered to picture Jan's naked form kneeling atop the counter, straddling the sink –where I could watch her watch herself in the mirror: She would be rubbing first with soap, then the rinse, then more soap; then just rubbing and hips responding with a gentle gyration –and a resigned sigh, warm rinse and towel, and finally eau-de-cologne. The shorts looked so ludicrously skimpy with Old Pete so distended that I chuckled and squeezed his beard until it ached …just to prime the pump, so to
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speak. It was time to go fulfill our vows; so I pulled on my pants again and set out hunting, feeling strangely nude underneath. It was empty —the living room! Everything appeared lit bizarrely by a reddish glow, the center of which I located to be a lamp hanging over the kid's Honeymoon House. The top of the box had been discarded … And what was that? A new sign was posted on the near side. The floor creaked as I stepped closer to read: Peep Show 25 cents "Jan, are you in there?" Her only reply was a wave and flutter to the floor of —I thought it to be a knee-high nylon. It was taking my eyes some moments to adjust to the dimness, but the matching stocking landed round my neck in confirmation. "I bet it's hot in there under that light." Still no answer —except for that clingy dress now clinging over the edge of the box. When her black lace bra landed atop the dress, I started getting a bit warm myself. While I stood dumbly wondering if the shoes might rain down next (just as a joke), something soft and sweet smelling was thrust into my face. I snatched it away just in time to see a hand disappear again through a little side door carved head-level in the box. The missive now held in my sweaty hand was Janice's black lace panties.
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She's nude in there, and here I stand like an idiot. With Sir Peck now pecking at the fly of my trousers, I pried at a handy cardboard door. By some trick, it was locked on the inside. I tried one door after another, but —no entrar. Then I remembered the sign. With a dig into my trouser pocket (getting rather damp on one side) I pulled out a quarter. "Where's the money slot in this thing?" At about neck level, a small door popped open to reveal an open mouth and extended tongue. When I hesitated, another door released an arm from the side to poise a hand pointing down at the waiting tongue. I put the coin on the tongue. It stuck and disappeared quickly past closing lips. The arm and hand were pulled back. Then with chin propped up on the edge of the opening, those glistening lips that I knew so well —they puckered. Nor did I need prompting to plant my own pucker there. Jan's mouth opened as I pressed it, admitting my feverish tongue. We wrestled for a moment; and I was outlining the course of her teeth. I fished the roof of her mouth and the syrupy bottom, saliva overflowing the corners to lubricate our union. Finally I probed as far down her throat as I could reach, though she withdrew from that. Jan paused for just a moment, long enough for me to attempt joining lips again; but the little door nearly slammed on my nose. Where did she hide that quarter? Surely she wouldn't have swallowed it? I hadn't felt it lodged anywhere in her mouth, where I'd have sworn it disappeared. My wife was full of tricks that night.
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Suddenly it dawned on me that I'd been granted no peek. Perhaps a new quarter was expected. Luckily, I had another and knocked politely at her house. I leaned against the box with my face set to the kissing door, hoping to steal a glance or a bite (or both) before paying more dues. It remained shut. But an outside pressure against my loins made me back up and look south. There, about midway down, was thrust through a larger door the barest ass I'd ever seen —just sort of sunning itself, a crimson aureole of backlight round the edges. Both Jan's hands were poked through as well to serve their part prying the buttocks wide apart. One finger was gesturing suggestively toward the shadowed center of my attention. A cord invisible but nonetheless binding pulled me down to my knees. There was something holy about that scene, and I wanted to underline it for further meditation. We had carelessly left our camera on the coffee table after anniversary photos –so there it was, right within my lucky grasp. The dim light made it hard to frame the shot, but the flash was on. Steady … Jan's finger continued gesturing … one, two, three — No! Something was missing. Where … Ah! That cast-off old picture frame in the corner: I jumped up to fetch it and perched one corner over Janice's rump. There. "What are you doing, Ted?" Flash —Click! "What was that? Lightening?"
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"Wow!" I answered. "I'm waiting for the money, Dummy. Put it right there." Jan's finger pointed, There. It was a Polaroid camera, so I squeezed out the film before stooping again to review the wonder of my wife's bare bottom. I began making "payment" by tracing a double line with both my thumbs from her spine all the way down to her pubic hairline. A cold shudder jolted her (talk about lightening). Then I began counting out 30 seconds for development with strokes of my tongue up and down the crack of Jan's posterior. At stroke nine, she shuddered again and suddenly withdrew Ms Fanny with a cry: "Ooooh— Not yet!" Then she shut the door; though not before I glimpsed the varnished flesh of belly and thighs. She was spreading my saliva, one hand forward and one aft with a swiveling of hips. I'm sure I heard some moans before a hand burst out again, palm up under my chin. Again, my hesitation served me ill. An impatient moment later, another hand plunged from below right at my groin. Pain surged from my crushed testicles up through my stiffened abdomen. I was caught and held mercilessly. "Okay. I'll pay," I croaked and deposited the coin. I gasped in relief as my hereditary jewels were finally released but had to loosen my pants to give His Eminence room to recover. Suddenly, a beam of red light burst from one side of the box, casting a heart-shaped gleam over the carpet. Then a shadow obstructed all but the faintest glimmer. I leaped around to that side to behold
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indeed, a heart-shaped window framing two sweaty breasts, one poked through each hemisphere of the heart. This window was cut fairly low, so that Janice was probably kneeling. Her navel sat cutely exposed in the bottom cleft of the heart, beads of her sweat streaming down into its depression. I was on my knees in a moment, fondling with greedy fingers and cooling with generous tongue. I orbited her fleshly globes for a long time, finally tweaking their firm and tender tips with my teeth. When she started to back away, I quickly pincered her tits, clamping one nipple in each hand so as to effectively stall her retreat. "I'm not done yet, Woman. I want my money's worth." She stayed put long enough for me to replace the old picture frame and snap another photo. But this one I almost overdeveloped when I got lost again wandering over Janice's beautiful bosom. I peeled off the paper and set aside the print for later inspection. Meanwhile, my "still life" was turning "motion picture". The effect of shifting shadows and crimson glow was awesome, as Janice somehow raised herself so that the V-neck of the heart was now combing her pubic mound. The dark curls of hair were clinging together in clumps of dampness –mingled sweat and sexual excitement. I barely got another photo taken before she poked out a hand from above, clutching a lock of hair on my head and pulled my face relentlessly into the pillow of her parted thighs. I didn't merely kiss those other lips. I sucked; my mouth creating snorts like a hungry piglet, selfishly
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draining Mamma of every drop. I inhaled her swollen clitoris; teased it between tongue and roof of my mouth. She twisted and squirmed and squealed some herself, my head drawn inside her house half the time. Finally, the frustration of her restricted movement became too unbearable. Though she released my hair, I kept my mouth pressed to Jan's hot flesh. In shifting shadows she began moving again, this time turning round completely. My lips slid all the way round until lodging soundly over the super-sensitive spot between both rear orifices. With a loud smack I kissed the swollen sex, pinched one bun and swatted the other. She didn't flinch but shoved her tail even further out, crying desperately for more attention. "I'm so close, Ted. Don’t quit." But I had to get a record shot. She didn't seem aware of the lightening this time. "—Oh Ted, Lover: Now! Chew me, Ted!" Jan had forced one hand between her legs to help nurse the fever there. I watched her massage technique for just a moment. It was fascinating the way her fingers slid fluidly about, pausing between circuits, each finger savoring its special moment of pressing and prompting right were it counted most. "Ted!" she gasped, frame suddenly stiffened, her skin flushed and clammy to touch. "NOW!" I managed to reach round and hug her vulva to my face. My tongue sought deeply the well of Jan's vagina. Mucus was thick and slick as hot glue
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flooding over the little ridges of its inner walls. Oh, how my penis ached to play along those ridges. Hardly a thought separated the discarding of my trousers. Not bothering to doff shorts, Old Pete was out and seeking entrance, hardly heeding which door —they lie so close together. But no welcome! Janice shoved her back end into me, knocking me briefly off balance, only to make the prize disappear again behind the door. It was uselessly latched from the inside, like before. But this time, I had a plan of my own. It took a second to fetch the pocket knife from my discarded trouser pocket. His Imminence was still standing erect so he marked me a spot with slobber, and I stooped down to cut myself a little round door, hopefully enough to pass His Majesty’s proud head. Whoa! The disk I had cut fell away, and the ruddylighted interior of our Honeymoon House flooded my eye, overwhelmed my brain (already growing delirious). Jan was straddling one of our dining room chairs with her fine-lined spine turned to me. She sat facing the back of her chair; one arm propped up to pillow her head and the other shoved between her legs. Buttocks hung over the edge of the chair-seat, and I could just see the fingers of her hand busily masturbating. She rocked on her hips with ankles locked round the chair-legs like anchors against a billowing sea. It was a picture worth remembering, so I opened the aperture and slowed the shutter. Click.
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Though I didn't use the flash, Janice must have heard a suspicious sound, for she turned about suddenly on her chair. But I guess my peephole wasn't obvious enough, or maybe she was pretending innocence. The next moment (now facing me) she had slid her seat down to a slouch, knees opened wide before me. Click. She stretched both arms down past swelling bosoms so that the strength of both hands could be invested in her mounting orgasm. I could see it rising like a sort of inner sunrise. Sure, her skin was beaded with sweat-drops, a rivulet running down the cleft of her breasts. Her eyes were shut, neck taut, head thrown back and lower lip clamped between hissing teeth. I could see the wild wetness of her sex under fingers turning white with the strain —her toes were curling, knees straightening as her body melded itself into one great sense organ. But it was the silent scream of mingled pleasure/pain piercing through the moans and panting breath— that's what inspired my own inner vision of god-like powers colliding in the air. Energies shattered each other, intersecting one another in an ecstasy of tragic delight. My inner ear heard liquid laughter and cascades of tinkling bell-like music. It was almost as if I had climaxed with her, simply watching; I was as engrossed as she in the tyranny of her sensuality. It does feel good sometimes just to give in and let the waves of passion bewilder your mind. The sheer power behind the motion is awesome as a religious encounter.
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I was feeling a bit jealous though. Janice continued rocking, savoring her satiated senses. There was a sort of ethereal glow about her, like during the prime weeks of pregnancy, radiating health and vitality. I felt like one big ache myself, and like many people I wanted to share that ache, let it hang out where somebody else is bound to trip over it. So, I stood up and tried on my peephole. Pete had room to spare after all, though I had to rock up a bit on the balls of my feet. I reached both hands up to grasp the top edge of the box, bracing myself for whatever I must wait for blindly. The seconds seemed like hours, wondering when Janice would finally notice her unsought (though welcome, hopefully) guest. Pete's neck was stretched to its limit, poking his head where he hadn't been expressly invited. He felt very naked and alone. I could feel some of the hair on my scrotum snagging against the rough edges of my forbidden entryway. Actually, I was feeling a bit guilty about the trespass, pondering whether I should withdraw and apologize. And then …was that really what I hoped—? Oh yes! It is warm and gentle, like a kiss of forgiveness. How could I ever have doubted— "Ouch! Oooh." Janice was holding the head of my penis between strong teeth making quite impossible my retreat from the strong little fingers as they forced their way under and past its length, through the peephole and out to snag my shaggy pouch of life-savings. The little thief! She hooked my gonads and yanked them, one painful
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poke-thru at a time, scraping off loose skin and not a few pubic hairs. Now I was made prisoner of my own offense. There was no way I would pull all my swollenness back out. I was stuck …at least until Janice decided to tease the pent-up tension out of Old Pete. She's no light-weight when it comes to teasing, nor did she go easy on my big little brother. My hips were dancing and my skin feeling chilled as Jan kissed and licked it raw. I felt fingers close round my balls, squeezing exquisite aches up my abdomen. Another hand came round from somewhere to pinch my sweaty buns and tickle my asshole. Then …THEN! I'm not certain what came over me. When her finger started primly probing into the pucker of my anus, a barrier broke; a reservoir of brute animal strength undammed. My fingers clutched the top of the box, tore and ripped and destroyed the wall between me and my lady. In seconds my path was cleared to gain possession of a somewhat frightened Janice propped up on her chair again; she was looking small and exposed, knees drawn up in fetal position. Though my frenzy was arrested for a moment by the scared entreaty in her eyes, my glance was stolen by a tuft of dark pubic hair barely visible past her ankles. Jan was clutching them firmly with both hands against the cushion of her buttocks. I advanced unthinkingly — only longing hungrily for the feast set before me. She didn't struggle as I pulled her feet up to my shoulders; and I straddled
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the chair seat we shared now as one. It took some skilled butt-shifting at one of her legs so both rested to one side of my neck; then I could look down to witness fully the entry of Melchizedek into his Holy of Holies. He wasn't arrayed in robe or sash other than his wizened priestly beard. That was now clapping a rhythm against my nuptial's unveiled bottom, while the old chief led that ancient dance of fertility and life blessing. My teeth were gritted and legs cramped stiffly as the blessing broke, shattering like a wine glass upon the hearth or a tidal wave over a city. Fertility sprang forth like fountains from the dry ground, flooding the fields and valleys; it was flushing out my whole mind and soul —FIRE as of Judgment Day. But the spasms quieted all too soon and my well ran dry (for now). My fire began to fade and flicker. Why is it always over so quickly? But of course, the trek back up the Holy Mountain is even better next Jubilee. Janice was gazing into me, sharing the burden of my pleasure and pain. Suddenly a devil of doubt thrust a blade between us. "Janice, you …" I was ashamed to even ask. "You would never actually display yourself in one of those booths you hear about?" "I might …" She answered after a pause. "You might what?" "…for my husband." "Ha!" But the devil fled his haunt of my heart only to test my maiden's faith.
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"Ted, I don't suppose …" "Yes?" "You'd never pay money to really —Peep?— into one of those …" She couldn't say it either. "Oh, I don't know …maybe—." "You?" " … IF I knew my wife was in there." "You!" Janice snuggled against my chest and gave my pooped Peter a tight squeeze of good faith —this time without using either hand. Pete hadn't yet emerged out into the light, you see. Her hands were busy, of course, elsewhere.
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"I feel a sticky mess!" "Even after the washing I gave you?" "I admit, it was thorough, but—." "Tasty too." Scott sucked his teeth. "I could use a little soap and water." "C'mon, Missus. I'll help." "I bet you will! You're not so squeaky clean yourself, Sir." He raced her to the bathroom. It was too late when Karen realized he was racing in earnest. "Let me in, you clown!" "Eh?" "Open the dumma door." A foreign sounding voice replied distantly, Scott's sorry attempt at a British butler: "Your bawth will be ready presently, Mawdumm." "What are you doing in there?" "What's the matter— don't you trust me?" Trust! After tonight, just don't I trust. Karen stopped drumming the bathroom door long enough to scratch the small of her back. Silly, she chided herself for glancing about to make sure she really was alone. Some less public parts were itchy too. Yuck! There's sauce in my hair. Or is it just the jello? She shivered at thought of the jello, then scratched her belly button. When it felt sticky too, she couldn't resist giving that finger a tentative lick. Nope, he must have cleaned it out good. Strawberry, wasn't it? She reached the same hand up to feel the spot in her hair and
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shifted simultaneously to rest her backside against the door. Karen suspected she didn’t really look as thoroughly sexed as she felt: One arm crossed greasy bosoms to prop up the other raised lazily to her chin, sticky fingers in her mouth. But that's okay. Nobody was there to see her: Naked and all alone. A sculptor might have posed her thus for display in a wealthy man's banquet hall and named her something artful like ‘Lust of the Palate’ or ‘A Saucy Dish’ or maybe just ‘Dessert’. A secret Mona Lisa smile teased onto her mouth, crowding out her self-consciousness as the woman mentally reviewed colorful pictures of the evening's previous festivity. * * * "Dessert?" Barely two hours ago, Karen darted from the kitchen, not certain she was hearing correctly. "Yeah! You said you were hot," Scott replied. "I've been sweating up a storm in this kitchen cooking your favorite meal ...and you ask for dessert?" "We'll get to the main dish, but how about something to cool you off first?" "Like what? Ice cream?" "Yeah!" "Before dinner?" "Come to think of it —might be a bit too cool at first. Karen stepped closer to her husband for a motherly inspection: "You feeling okay?"
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"Just hungry— What else have you got?" Karen pondered a moment (with that female squirrelly squint Scott always found so ...so social) and opened the fridge for a peek. "There's jello." "Perfect!" No! Wait a minute, Karen. (That was her ‘parenttape’ talking.) Back up to the start. One should cherish every moment. When did Scott drop the first clue of his intentions? Was it when he called from work at 3:45 pm, waking Karen from a sound sleep after an exhausting day with the kids, just to ask: What's for dinner? It was at breakfast. Of course! Karen did indeed think it a little strange when Scott asked so early about dinner. He never volunteered an interest in their choice of menu, not at shopping-list time, not at mealtimes, not even when his stomach (and temper) was growling for nourishment. How could she have missed it? He was being so obvious. And Karen was about to hang up on him when he tossed her the magic word: "Mom is on her way—." "Whose mom?" "My mom." "Here?" "Yeah— Get the kids ready. She says they'll need good shoes and swim things." "But Scott— the house!" "Just push them all out the front door." So that's exactly what Karen did. And now with dinner cooked
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and a free evening alone with her husband, her world was feeling less like a high-wire act and more like a holiday feast …or like another anniversary, at least. "What's the occasion?" Karen asked him. Scott was rummaging for a table cloth (must be in the dirty laundry) but found a clean bed sheet instead. "Just as well …" And he muttered something about it being a sort of canvas. "It'll give us something to remember the evening by." "What did you say, Scott?" Karen had returned to the kitchen. She lowered the heat and covered the pan. I hope the vegetables don't wilt. "Got the jello?" Karen waltzed out of the kitchen pulling the apron from her hips. Scott licked his lips, but Karen paused to kiss them before they leered. "Get it yourself, Foolish Boy." She swatted him with her apron strings. "I'm going to slip into something more suitable." "How about that racy birthday suit you wore the other night?" Karen was already unbuttoning her blouse when she turned to exhibit tongue.* Her hand poised on a hip tightened the tail of her blouse. She glimpsed Scott's eyes tracing her body downward —from face to belly— and caught the overflow of his thrill (using a sense organ very difficult to locate, had she bothered to try), just before disappearing down the hall.
__________ *Karen was proud of her tongue. It was one of those long and flexible ones. Her schoolmates had all sat in awe as she used to make it do all sorts of acrobatics. Karen has since found more interesting uses for its talents.
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Funny how flashing a little extra skin and lace can start an avalanche of desire. She planned to let Foolish Boy squirm just a bit. Birthday suit! Little did Scott realize how she already planned to dress. For now, Karen was still undressing. Karen paused just a moment when catching a glimpse of her own naked middle in the mirror —almost as flat as she liked it (always almost)— then with a sigh she released her breasts from their white lace bindings. They weren't large; but they were happier now. She paused to finger a tiny blemish just south of her right nipple …then started peeling pants and panties down. The window was open and a slight breeze moving the curtains felt good on bare skin. It felt so good that Karen opened the screen. Then she lifted a foot up onto the edge of the bed and bent over, turning bottom to the breeze. Ah! Wouldn't Scott like to catch me in this position sometime. With head down, she could see through her legs to the window, the fence and bushes beyond framed by her sweaty thighs and pubic hair. It is a lovely view from here, she thought. At least Scott would think so. Karen was just about to turn to the mirror for a quick view of the other side, when she thought she heard voices. Outside? Karen stood up quickly to shut the curtain while muttering, How could I be so stupid? Mother would— when an exotic idea made her pause. A flash of heat started somewhere in her head and poured down her whole exposed body, leaving sweaty skin and a pounding heart in its wake. Her ears were
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buzzing; chest and throat felt like they would burst with ...What? Daring! Karen knew it would be foolish to continue standing there in front of an open window— that is, if she hadn't immediately realized who her audience must be; if indeed they even noticed her yet. Scott mentioned just yesterday that the neighbor girl had got herself a new boyfriend. "How do you know?" "I was up on the roof fixing the antenna and saw them making their nest in the bushes." "Their nest?" "Just like a couple of sparrows," he chuckled. "And what else did you see?" "Nothing! She was still fussing over security measures and escape routes, I think." Karen giggled softly as she remembered similar scenes between she and her own young lover. "Well you keep your eyes on your own land, Mister." "That is my land, Missus." "You mean, just outside our bedroom window? But it's completely fenced from the road." "Her bedroom window opens into the very same bushes." "Oh, yeah? How do you know that?" Scott hadn't answered; just grinned. But Karen could see now that there was no way to see into the neighbor's window from the angle of their own. Bother! Then a brave thought burst upon her mind, and
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Karen wondered if it was really sinful or just playful ...or maybe a little of both. Well it's my room AND my land. She took up a hairbrush and began casually working it through her tangles. Karen’s heart picked up a beat as she backed up a bit closer to the open air, turning slightly for a glance to the side. She could just see through a small gap in the fence-- that old jalopy Volkswagen lately frequenting the neighbor's drive. Karen could tell that some-bodies were crouched behind the bushes between her own window and the fence. But had they noticed her? Or were they too absorbed in their ‘nesting’ behavior? On a hunch, Karen bent over again, tail end still turned toward the open window. Glory! She could just see around herself in the mirror the view outside through the window, as well as her original view between goose-pimply thighs. Two blond heads rose slowly up from behind the shrubs. Karen almost choked with a curious sort of glee. They glanced at each other with widening eyes. Theirs was an awkward angle, glimpsing only snatches of Karen's pale flesh past flying curtains, like signal flags in the breeze. That same hidden sense organ which throbbed whenever her husband's passion swelled, it seemed to tingle in response to waves of interest now coming from the young couple. This is so bizarre! But they can't be seeing much. Karen could see more of them than they could distinguish past curtains waving about. The neighbor girl was lovely, just the sort that would inspire a lusty sixteen-year-old boy to feats of
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bravery. Karen wondered why she and Scott had never hired the girl as a sitter. A teenage girl needs an older woman —not quite so old as Mother— as a friend and confidant. I know a store: I bet she'd go crazy over the clothes there. Karen stood straight but had only heard leaves outside rustle as tired legs shifted. Karen bent right over again to watch her watchers leisurely from shadow of her position, still brushing her hair. She had washed good just before starting their dinner. Karen took the opportunity now to reach her free hand back between thighs for a sample of juices flowing there —as she often did in anticipation of a nuptial playtime. The juices were flowing freely again, and a quick sniff and taste assured her that they would satisfy her Sire’s appetite. As her fingers probed past pubic hair and opened the protective folds of skin, she couldn't see the kids past her hand, but she could feel the outside breeze kiss the open mouth of her vagina. So Karen's imagination attended her total surrounding, watching from all sides at once. The touch of probing fingers felt so good, so Karen began to forget herself and the daring of her little dance: bare ass staring up at the sky; dappled sunlight blinking back down through the trees; polished fingers climbing their way up a secret canyon like water sprites playing up and down their river bed. One sprite suddenly disappeared into a cave, only to burst out into sunlight again, aglisten with dew. He was searching for a friend to drag along, and so finding her, they plunged back inside together —out again, in again; out and back up the slippery canyon. The
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rounded hills embracing their frolic were rolling to and fro —an earthquaking, sea-billowing motion— while the little ones spread their happiness up and down and around every nook and cranny, finally cresting the pass to pause out under air. A trail, like shining snail tracks, marked their sudden bashful retreat …only to start the dance all over again. Karen vaguely heard her hairbrush drop to the floor. Her second free hand reached round behind to grip one hillock —the hand of a goddess opening widely the canyon. Behold, another secret door blushing rose-hued in the sunlight, its petals glistening as sprites continued their dance over and around, even venturing partway into its pouting center. A fifth finger answered the call of the four, though it hardly resembled a thumb: A different kind of finger was specially placed to guard the door of Karen's womb. Karen and Scott called that lonely finger "Missus" and often lured her out to sing for them. She was singing strongly now for her mistress (and now for others of her audience). But this was only the Introduction to a veritable Symphony of Pleasure: Karen reminded herself as she began reluctantly slowing her tempo. "Pamela!" A distant, motherly voice had interrupted, saying something about help with the dishes. Karen pulled her hand quickly back to reveal offstage scenery of their young neighbor miss escaping her nest in a streak of white flesh, gone back inside through her
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own bedroom window. The girl's blouse and underwear followed soon after, compliments of her hidden suitor. Just as well, I suppose. And Karen hoped they didn't get themselves in trouble. The elder watcher took her cue then to exit the stage. Time was getting on, and her own lover was waiting, perhaps preparing a comfy nest for her too. Now it’s time for my fancy dress— She had buried it days earlier deep in her underwear drawer, to be dug out just for such an occasion: a brand new box of heavy duty plastic food wrap. Once opened, it was easy to unroll the crinkly, clinging plastic and begin wrapping herself from ankles on up. On impulse, Karen shuffled unabashedly back to the window. Oops! He was still there, having dropped behind the bush as soon as Karen appeared. She pretended not to notice and kept right on wrapping her body, inching higher with every loop. She began to gyrate her hips as if to another hidden song, pausing at intervals in her new dance to pinch and caress choice spots on the way up, as if saying a gentle (but naughty) farewell to bared skin –though curiously no less exposed. Karen could clearly see her lone admirer in the mirror as the sun shone more directly on his tousled hair. His face and form reminded her very much of how Scott must have looked as a young teenager —curious, yet timid in his nascent sexuality. What if I could go back in time?— back to her own man's boyhood and grant him a foretaste of coming delights, …sort of like a fairy-godlover. Karen giggled to herself, then admitted: Cruel — too cruel.
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The boy was licking his lips, both hands pressed straight down and in a frontward motion busily polishing something —as if sharpening a prized tool of some sort. Karen didn't mind his distraction. She was wrapping the final length of plastic when Scott called: "Karen! Did you fall in?" She ran to lock the bedroom door, almost tripping and called back, "Just hold your horses, Mister!" If he hadn't called, Karen would likely have come right out, eager to share the evening with Scott eye to eye and skin to skin. But when she returned to the window, the boy was gone anyhow, probably startled by Scott's manly voice. So Karen paused upon the bed instead to re-read a section of her latest romance, the very novel that inspired her present plan —plastic wrap and all. It may not be original, but it seemed a worthy idea. Of course, Scott was the most creative lover this woman had ever known (the only lover) but Karen was sure she would soon have him ‘tied and branded’ with this fresh scheme of hers. Wonder where he gets his ideas? Karen opened the bedroom door for execution of her fantasy.
mocking me. But I'm not wearing it all evening.ITCH.A Lesson in Obedience "No Ted. eye to eye. Ted's manhood remained at attention while we silently watched one another in the misty mirrors drying off (that's one of my favorite things about showering together). I don't want it. she will take it along." I plucked the offending jelly from his fist." 33 . Janice says. Here I was feeling irritated and jealous of his sudden sexual practicality." He was waving the tube of jelly under my nose. there I was and there he …Oh." "Ah!" Ted raised a finger triumphantly. like he usually did while I dried my hair ―like any red-blooded American boy would do? After all. I would rather have kept on silently musing over our recent wet and soapy affair than to be arguing now.Makes ." We had just stepped out from the shower. "We aren't going to need it." I turned on the blow-dryer and began brushing with vigorous strokes for emphasis as I shouted. I shut off the blower and turned to confront him." "Now Janice― Prudence says you should. "It . until we …need it. The little plastic case was on the counter. Why didn't he just kiss my neck or stroke my butt.Me . "But one never knows when she might need it. snort! His penis was wilting. I―. after all. "Well. What a letdown. my husband and I. "Are you trying to ruin my birthday?" "Jan.
Ted clasped my hand and turned it over for a formal kiss." I lied. but the blower was off again when Ted released me. I don't remember doing it. You don't plan to rape me or anything?" "Or anything ." Ted stated." I whirled on him in feminine victory: "See?!" Ted just kind of pouted ―and suddenly pulled me against his shaggy chest to attack my open mouth with his tongue and teeth.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "We are going to dinner first. for one thing. Ted did his best to look patriarchal as he spoke. you said. I raised that finger to smear the very tip of Ted's thickening male member …then did the same to his nose and gently smiling lips. "Why don't you wear your own rubber. and picked up the plastic box. but it was my birthday. he suddenly 34 . "It would sort of itch." he floundered. then?" I knew that I wasn't being fair. I slammed the tube of jelly back down onto the counter then switched the blower back on to High. With a glint in his eye." "And?" "I just wouldn't …I mean I'd have to. Then we both watched me bathe a finger in the warm mucus that was puddling between my legs. "You mean you are really refusing to obey your husband?" "I'm feeling more like a rebellious sixteen-year-old every minute... you know …every time I went―. "Well. My indignation sort of flickered and blacked out as a rush of raw energy flooded down my middle.. Ted looked like he’d been slapped.
and quiet. I discovered sure enough the last traces of Ted's wet feet marking his path over the front porch and down the drive to the garage. Nothing. Peering round.Lesson in Obedience snatched up the jelly. What was he doing outside without a stitch? Where was he taking my one and only diaphragm and waning supply of contraceptive jelly? Well. Peering groundward. You can put those things in there for later. The garage door was open. So I tracked him directly back to the front door. When I spied the front door standing wide open. just to see … Yup! Both our towels were folded neatly back on their racks. There were no detours of dampness on the rug to a bedroom for clothing or robe. Was he offended by my attitude after all? It was dark outside. Curiosity overcame modesty and I stepped up to push open the screen door. It was easy tracking his wet foot trail over the rug. I just returned to my hair styling. Hardly considering what Ted might be up to. The sound of an opening door drifted past the blower noise. it was dark and the street seemed vacant (for 35 . turned and disappeared down the hall." I shut off the blower and paused for his answer. Then I realized that the plastic case was missing too. "Ted!" (No answer) "My purse is on the vanity. I called again: "TED! Where are you?" A quizzical thought took me back to the bathroom. my naked body instinctively dodged itself back behind the corner of the entryway.
It's really too cold for this. My poor feet carried me clumsily to the garage. the neighbor. I found a window to bang on instead. I escaped the passing headlights in the concealing shadow of our own car. so I couldn't pound on the door. Peering into its shadows. Ted just gaped at me for a moment and disappeared suddenly behind the curtain. I just gave him a dirty look and hugged my cold chest. I plunged brashly out into the night to pursue my treasures. but the sound of an approaching car made me rush further. Ted was gesturing now toward the open garage. only to trace with both hands the figure of a lusty female form in the air.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane the moment). I was crouched in the far corner of the garage when I heard our front door slam shut. So. I found a slightly warm spot against the house for my buns. were to hear me …then SEE me? I think 36 . I started stiffly up when a bright light overhead flicked on and off again. and shushed myself. I told myself. Ted appeared promptly and happily waved an innocent greeting through the glass. Then he puckered his lips. I pointed sternly to the front door. He wouldn't! It took only a second to regain the porch. I hissed aloud: "Ted. I had begun to chill a bit when he returned to stare through binoculars. "Don't you dare turn the porch light on. you rat!" I shouted. you in there?" I didn't see anything. He finally put them down. I showed him my fist. What if Mrs Peabody. as if he intended me to find refuge in there again. But Ted only shrugged and left the window. Even the screen was locked.
Feeling really chilled now. Ted must have hit the button. especially with the garage door closed against the outside air (though the upholstery felt strange against my naked back and thighs). Slowly I turned my head. There is definitely something warm and furry brushing my bare shin. expecting to find ―who knows what? It was too dark to see more than a small dark creaturely thing. ducked under the slowly descending door and made for the car door handle. I immediately welcomed the dark loneliness to begin brooding over what vengeance I deserved to take. But why? NO! The garage door was moving. down the road! It was early yet ―probably kids on their way back from the roller rink. The neighbor's cat slinked guiltily away.. I began moving surely toward the garage again.Lesson in Obedience I would have battered in the window if something else hadn't frozen me into stilled silence. Mrs Peabody had said something recently about seeing a skunk in their trash. Why didn't that beast at least choose a less public hour for such a stunt? I wasn't about to wait under the glare of porch light for Ted to open up in time. I prayed that Ted's little joke was soon over. Its cold nose was delicately tracing my ankle.. Then a clawed paw stepped lightly atop my baby toe. It was much warmer inside the car. though I dared not move until I was quite sure. Voices. I dashed for it now.. The car might be a little warmer. Oh mercy! The porch light flicked on again (and stayed on). 37 .
most looking somewhat halfhearted. but no clothes were covering it. this lady was really doing it. dripping with pent-up passion.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane How could he do this? On my birthday. Sweat sprang from pores all over my body when my unsuspecting brain finally made sense of what my eyes were focusing on. I'm no prude. I had never seen any which showed such obvious absorption in the model’s own carnality. I picked up the closest print. not just posing. Oh God! It was worse ―I mean. what? The first thing I laid eyes on was a picture. I snatched up another. Those were definitely breasts ―bare breasts brazenly featured in the photo I held. and I have seen some (enjoyed some) revealing pictures of other less inhibited (?) women holding suggestive postures. The picture clearly showed one hand thrust down between her legs and the chair seat she straddled. It appeared as if my knee had knocked open the glove compartment in my scurry to gain sanctuary. There ―Now. reclining on the chair with head thrown back and both hands forced down tensely against her genitalia. A bunch of photos were scattered over the floor and under the seat. it was more― of everything! Her back was turned. I mean. even bored. I could barely tear my eyes away ―it was such a raw exposure of pure …lasciviousness. so I fumbled about for the car's dome light.) But at least. A third picture showed her turned full frontal. I could see droplets of real 38 . too! It was too dark. rather shakily. (I have rather wondered what it might feel like to pose.
So reclining in my car seat. It just won't stay! I hissed. Jan. Oh. I began scratching in earnest ―both hands.that shower was a dream.Lesson in Obedience sweat and a flush over all …like I know that I get at the brink of orgasm. I knew what my hand was doing now. with lewd photos spread over my knees. I exhaled. collecting somewhere inside near my bowels ―or was it up round my adnoids?―maybe both. The car had begun to jiggle and rock on its shocks as I bounced. I turned on my side and shoved one hand behind to meet from that side the other hand working stride time at the front. And . and it slipped again through my fingers with a cruel twitter of escaping 39 . My mucus was hot and sticky tonight and plenty-of-it to smear where I pleased. driving my hips down to capture by sheer force that elusive trigger inside my clitoris.. That's not all I was doing. Then like a fourth photo. Ooh― That's what I like. like the lady in the picture. You're beginning to perspire a bit yourself here. The itch was deepening. A delicious well of desire was growing from a mere puddle to a lake.. But as much as I had washed ―and as much as Ted had scrubbed me (like a great cat with its warm and drippy tongue)― that itch was still there. It's not just pictures for me― I get the real thing. I scooted up higher so I could lean forward and lend more weight of pressure to my ministering palms. while the hand holding the photo just sort of involuntarily slipped between my legs to rub at an itch. I opened the car window a crack to let out some steam. forcing the tips of my sweaty breasts together between stiff arms.
And was that a gilt frame wedged over my own up-ended fanny? It was no wonder really. I reviewed the first couple of pictures ―sure enough. When my toes reminded me of other unviewed pictures. the reddish glow (peculiar to the whole batch of prints) so disguised my complexion that I looked like a sunburnt mestizo miss.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane bliss. I actually giggled. I don't think I'd have found them so easily. I heaved my whole body. I sprang straight up. Then down again. Ah! My labia still itched. come penitently to my 40 . I knew it had to be Ted. Of course― How could I be so naive? If my Ted had really intended to hide forbidden photos. I groaned deeply as the feeling roared through me …then collapsed my body back down into the cushion. It was me. Ted? I reached for a fifth print. More? Who would try to hide these here. Is it? Yes. CAUGHT it― the sizzling success of satisfaction. I was about to let my imagination relive some of the hidden scenes never captured on film …when the garage door opened again. how I'd been deceived. I began to see everything anew. Several mystery moments of that sexual adventure began to make some sense. This one showed clearly the face of my new acquaintance. bumping my brain! Recognition dawned. the heartshaped window I had labored helping the kids to make just so. Studying one picture. There was our Honeymoon House still intact (the kids had been awed by the catastrophe made of their creation). anyway? I wondered.
Before I realized what was happening (my mind was busy searching for just the right opening statement) our car was rolling down the driveway and into the street. fully clothed (the villain!) and carrying my purse. He opened the driver's door and I heard his keys rattle. Ted's scandal was only beginning! 41 . There he stood.Lesson in Obedience rescue.
"This plastic is really starting to make me sick. Scott. In place of chairs were soft pillows to each side of the table cloth. Sir?" Somehow. satin napkins. "And just what do you think you're doing. That made Karen’s spine tingle. fascinated at Scott's absorption with setting their table. It was beautiful: china ware. the shock value of her own plan was lost. decorative candle and flowers." Then he kissed her flushing neck. There was everything she should have expected …except that he laid it all out on the floor instead of the table. "Let me help you to your plate. She wondered how sexy her plasticwrap evening gown really looked from Scott's perspective. "Don't you think you should unwrap the meal before serving it?" "Cute." "Took you long enough to notice." Some sexy plan! "I can fix that. Mister. despite the growing nausea. she couldn't ignore a wave of dizziness at the motion." "You don't look too well-done —still a bit pink round the edges." Scott pawed all round Karen's 43 ." Karen had been standing on the hall step above their dining area for several long seconds." Karen glanced down at her glistening ankles and knees.A Lesson On Faith II "Oh boy! Here comes dinner. Not only was it difficult to step down the stair. "I am starting to sweat up a storm." Scott managed to pinch a bun and a nipple while guiding her down.
Did you melt it on?" "Feels like it! Get the scissors. He took time to unbind her knees though —leaving ankles firmly tied— before declaring the operation a success. when he began quickly twining a plastic strand back round her waist." "Aren't you going to thank me for saving your life?" "Scott. "What's the matter?" "Can't find the end of this thing. then lower — as if searching for an invisible something. "Scott. Barely had Scott finished unwrapping Karen's belly and buttocks (sweat dripped coldly now down her hips).Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane middle. will you?" "Here —I've got my pocket knife." Karen bit her lip as Scott poked the point of his blade through to a very sensitive spot on the inside of her upper thigh." Scott was unwinding her back and her chest now (breasts rejoiced for the second time that evening). but Karen was too relieved at the feel of cool air on her skin to protest when he used the slack to bind elbows to her sides as well. Just sharpened it. I'd really rather the scissors. Missus." "Uh! Scott." "I don't want any accidents while I finish serving the main course. this time pinning her arms to her sides. But no skin was broken." "Yes. You be careful with that knife." "Trust me. that's going to make it hard to feed myself. "Hey. and he had made himself a loose end. Missus?" 44 . higher.
"You were right— it does taste good." "Well. settle down here on this pillow. get it off me quick!" Scott chased the glob of jello over one exposed thigh and finally rescued it. "Isn't it true that the plainest foods taste expensive when served on a fine 45 ." "You could at least accommodate me …" "You're not completely naked." "Let me get you a spoon …Here comes the airplane— Oops!" "Ow! Scot. remember?" Scott bounced back up and soon returned from the fridge carrying a frosty goblet of deep red jello cubelets topped with whip cream and a pink cherry. Her merry giggles choked into noisy smackings. The sensation made her shiver just a bit. "Scott. and I will see about dinner —that is dessert— first. Scott. "Mmm— Scott. only to poke it promptly into Karen's open mouth. I'm rather helpless." Scott exclaimed with mock surprise.Lesson on Faith II "I'm hungry. wipe it up." "Ha!" "Well. don't you think it less than proper (not to mention polite) for me to be forced to sit nude at dinner while you are still wearing a suit and tie?" "I don't recall telling you what not to wear." "I'm hungry. the see-through effect is interesting. that's cold— Oooh. you know— Scott! What …?" He was bending over with eager tongue to lick the inside of Karen's thigh." "I missed a piece of jello too. Now my leg is smeared with whip cream. you're crazy." "Well.
this time chasing squares of red jello between the crests of Karen's breasts. There was a feisty gleam in her eyes. Scott up and fetched another platter." "I think I'll have some more. In a moment. 46 . A few he actually chased all the way up her neck and chin. Karen actually screamed when he up-ended the whole jello goblet. What's next?" Karen was beginning to enjoy this meal. you saucy platter. spilling its frigid contents all over her bare chest. and past her lips again (though one did lodge in an ear) Then he tried rescuing a bite of jello from down her throat with a deeply probing tongue." "I'll say. Karen couldn't help but respond in kind …and what remained of her modesty melted with the jello. Some bites Scott managed to swallow.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane platter?" "You've called me a tasty dish before. "Didn't I see some Sweet 'n Sour Pork in the oven?" Karen was nodding knowingly —it was her husband's favorite dinner. all steamy and generously buttered. his tongue was busy again. "Scott. which were bouncing like their dessert with more giggles. this one containing strips of meat swimming in pineapple sauce. Scott did it to her. some fell over onto the pillow and tangles of her blond hair. Then just as Karen was getting suspicious. Lay down. He also carried a double-sided serving bowl of rice and baby peas." "Mmmr— that tasted even better than your strawberry lip gloss. you are soiling your tie." And Scott shoved his wife back flat upon another pillow.
Karen was soon writhing in an agony of tickles. so lusciously warm." "Faith. nipping her just a little too closely with his teeth. Karen was secretly delighted at how nice the warmth felt after the chill of their opening dessert course. use a spoon please. Strips of pork were piled neatly over the hollow of Karen's navel. as syrupy sauce and pineapple chunks oozed down the sides of her stomach. gathering mouthfuls at a time to pause and chew. Missus. and her chest felt all tingly when he returned to the main course. Scott. She 47 .Lesson on Faith II He did a bad job of making it look like an accident —yes. she was certainly too surprised to complain before Scott began feeding again." But Scott was gentle. This time he fished about with lips and tongue." Karen exclaimed aloud. rice and baby peas all over her bosom. still steaming slightly and feeling. It is always painful eating rice with a fork. She could feel some grains stuck precariously to the edge of a nipple (must have been the whip cream) and actually squealed with released anticipation when Scott scooped that up too. Oh! I hope he puts it right down … "THERE. "Ouch! Scott." "What?" "There's some rice sticking to my neck." Nor did the hungry man neglect to share vegetables with his bride. But it wasn't as hot as she feared. A river of the sauce trickled down one side of her pubic mound and between her legs. Oh. He grabbed the nearest fork. "Ah! Scott— Do my neck.
If he got too wild. devouring her up and down and under like a lion after the kill. Scott had prostrated his whole body over his wife's. Karen purposely rocked herself side to side as her hips resumed their rotation. backside to her face as he lowered his jaws to begin their hungry work on the platter’s bottom half. shoving his head between her legs.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane unconsciously responded with a couple eager rotations of buttery hips and more sauce followed down her belly. Karen found a cure for that. While Karen's Missus sang lustily —she had given up trying to unbuckle his pants with her teeth when she felt the urgency of his Mister through the fabric knocking insistently against her cheek— then just a slight turn of the head and she had him where it counted. 48 . And what if his teeth happened to snag a chunk of meat in its path? …but screams soon followed when he failed to distinguish between pig flesh and that of Missus. another brand of sausage between her teeth. guiding her husband's eager mouth. but hardly cared to complain —for Scott had turned to straddle Karen's chest (ignoring the peril to clean shirt and trousers). This was turning out even better than he had anticipated. soaking the curls of hair and covering her perineum with a clinging sticky sheen. Scott was watching the mini-drama with mingled pleasure and awe. she had only to bite a bit harder. She was disappointed for a moment when he didn't follow with shirt and trousers. Karen could see the bulge of excitement growing under his pants as he rose to tear off his coat and tie.
as if her tender belly were a butcher board 49 . "Scott— Put it down. "Ah! Want some meat for yourself. Scott. She froze. She's hungry for more. I'll have to feed you little pieces.Lesson on Faith II Soon Scott was riding her jaw with a swivel of his own hip and wishing that he had paused earlier to unclothe himself." Then Karen noticed what he held in his other hand. It isn’t near as sharp as my pocket knife. Scott. But Scott was wise enough not to attempt carving the meat. The strips pork were scattered askew over her midriff. Though now it was Scott's turn to call out when Karen began gnawing even further at his testicles. More please!" "There's plenty left. a couple dangling between her legs." Karen closed her eyes as he began angling utensils down toward her navel." "It's difficult to swallow while lying down." He picked up the fork again and seated himself next to her. dull steak knives. "Oh Scott. Karen actually arched her buns from the floor in pursuit of more kisses for her Missus." "Not the knife. "I didn't mean more meat. do you?" When Scott unsmothered her face and pried his head from the vice of her legs. Please don't tease me so. Maybe this wasn't so fun anymore. Scott’s suit clothes were an impossible mess." "It's only one of those old.
He simply separated the grain and forked stringy sections to her mouth where she could wad it up between her teeth like spaghetti. "What's for dessert?" "Scott! You already had the dessert. though. She could feel the vulnerable contents of his scrotum …and squeezed it between her 50 . I'm sure I saw one here someplace. c'mon. Ooh— what if I had made noodles for dinner? Scott carried the last strip of pork with his own teeth and lower it an inch at a time onto Karen's palate." "How about some bubbly? You will need to turn all the way over and prop your chin up to drink." "I need something to drink first. It was just enough to quench her thirst. wearing only undershorts now —little protection against the renewed impatience of the Mister. remember?" "Aw. Scott was straddling the back of her thighs. Karen discovered. She parted her legs a crack to hold snuggly the length and firm roundnesses of him." But even that was too awkward for more than a couple of sips. With a thrill. That wasn't really a dessert. Mister …And leave your messy pants in the kitchen!" Karen had turned to lie on her side when Scott returned with the saucepan of vanilla pudding." "Go look on the stovetop. "What? No bowls to serve it in?" "I'll find me a bowl. Their lips met with a hard. she realized he had discreetly dropped his trousers. playful smack. that the platter was not to turn over onto its bottom again.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane —especially with a dull knife.
Karen didn't think it was sweet 'n sour sauce. Instead. Karen realized she could slip one arm down beneath her belly. like a spring breeze over hot sands. She could feel the alcohol drawing at the pores of her skin as he poured slowly all the way up her back once again. thus allowing Scott to mine deeper for vanilla nectar. She was hoping ever that he might also send his Mister down her secret shaft to search for treasures hidden there also. then over neck and finally her scalp. His shorts were wet. Karen awaited dessert. Missus greeted the index gently at first …but was quickly leading them all in exuberant song. still within its bonds —there to lodge right hand and fingers against their singing sister. and with eyes closed. Then it began cooling in waves. With a last shiver. He slipped down prostrate again to bury his face in their delicious embrace. letting his head be swayed in the dance as well. Wrappings round Karen's ankles had also loosened enough so that with little effort she pulled one foot free and tucked up her knees. Karen grabbed his chin with renegade fingers to hold his open mouth firmly against her Missus— 51 . Karen could imagine every skin cell of her back as if each were alight with tiny flames. Suddenly. he drilled his tongue down as far as it would reach.Lesson on Faith II knees. Just as her butt was being bathed in warm creamy pudding. The cheeks of Karen's glazed hams danced for Scott. Karen's back was ashiver as Scott began trickled wine from a glass down the length of her naked spine. A flush of liquid lightening stole her attention.
Scott pulled out his thumb and teased further with a few more tidy licks of her buns. When the billows of mingled pain/pleasure began to subside. Scott removed his face but only to take advantage of the weakening crack and with a deep thrusting thumb. Karen knew her Missus well and sought next to evoke an even higher. But Scott had his own plan again. penetrated her very bowels. finally drilling with vanilla lubrication down deep as he could engineer into Karen’s anal chasm. "There's more pudding. as if to force every drop of wild ecstasy from its secret lair. Karen pushed her middle finger deep inside the hollowness of her vagina. wishing ever more that Mister would come and fill that void. exploring an opposing crevice with his mouth and chin. Finally she let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Karen. You in the mood for more dessert?" She couldn't answer. the same moment Missus masterfully scaled and peaked her highest.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Almost. The plastic wrap was hanging loosely now round her middle. Her eyes were closed and she was still humming to herself snatches of their 52 . While Scott took bites from the heaving nakedness. almost …and THERE —the climax of her song in wave after wave of cascading harmonies. Karen cried out and squeezed her kegel tight. Karen had been crouching on all fours for several minutes. purer tone from her deepest throat. forgetting her new freedom in the passion of making dinner music.
"Oh Mister… How do you dream up these ideas?" 53 . Scott was mounted atop his mistress and bride. When she whimpered just a little. I will. She was vaguely aware of some movement. only to paint the glaze back over her grinning lips. his sticky fingers entangled in her hair. not in words but certainly in deed and with reveling abandon. then: "Open your mouth. and he was squirting his own brand of pudding over Karen's cheeks and eyes and some in her ears. Mmmmmmm… Karen remained on hands and knees while Scott knelt as if for a marriage proposal.Lesson on Faith II symphony. "My compliments to the chef. begging for her hands and heart (as well as massaging lips) to complete their nuptial feast. With a skillful flip (learned from college wrestling)." Scott muttered and slurped a drip of steamy semen from the bridge of Karen's nose. She sucked off their salty shine and sighed. Scott had been waiting a very long time and was immediately pumping Karen's mouth. still throbbing. Mister. Open wide. was sent searching inside another mouth for a place to hide his indignity —the very core of woman’s being— while Scott happily licked Karen's coughing and bewildered face like a shameless puppy." She opened her eyes to witness a vanilla-pudding-coated penis slip smartly past her lips and teeth. Scott yanked Mister free. She said. Karen. Just a squeeze of his hand round the firm ruddy utensil.
and she replied: "Just plain vanilla— I like your recipe better.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Dessert was good too." he continued." 54 .
he spoke up: 55 ." Ted pointed to the glove compartment. Jan. That's why I didn't see his hand reach over slyly to paw between my legs. my legs clamped together and caught him in the act. just short of exploding. Silently I blessed the darkness.A Lesson in Obedience II "You should start with that. still open in front of my seat. My plastic diaphragm case and jelly were stashed with the sunglasses and car registration. Buster!" "Just as I thought. After a long silence." Ted nodded with obvious satisfaction. as I like to put it. "I mean clothes." "I'll revoke it!" I was furious. "You're license is suspended. until I spied what Ted was talking about." I knew he meant the pictures. I looked away and out my window. Besides. priming the pump. if you don't take me back home —or at least produce some decent clothes— your pumping career is over. "The Birthday Girl has been …well. He was driving us out on a public road after all. Instead of answering. Ted— CLOTHES.” "Sort of on purpose?" "And you look as if you've been enjoying yourself." "You look comfortable." I said. Like crab pincers. "I swear. I was sweating now from nervous tension. I forgot your clothes." Ted just shook his head and kept driving. Not that again! "When I say wear something.
"Wait here while I get our room." It was a stupid reply. Where are we going? Though I did ask him politely once to slow down please." "What!" I would take anything." he said. By the time we pulled into the hotel parking lot. through lighted city streets and crowded freeway traffic. though not by my silence. I was still entirely unclothed and wasn't going anywhere. He likes it with my mouth best. I did manage to collect all the photo evidence and hide them in my purse for future …well.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "There is something you could wear —just until we get there." It took us a full hour and thirteen minutes travel time. I forced myself to maintain a stony silence (as well as low profile) the whole time. thanks to my stubborn ingratitude. I think Ted did begin to feel punished too. of course —But I wasn’t about to lend even a hand on this trip. I was afraid his scheme had backfired on him. I remember one trip. It would have been the worst time for a cop to find any excuse to stop us and check all passengers for seat belt safety. for future. Are we there yet?— or even. "Your seat belt. "Okay. As he walked 56 . when with trousers and shorts shoved all the way past his knees. I recall sensing the slight swerving of our car as I primed his pump that time to full flow. he might well have anticipated my occupying such a journey with attention to his manhood. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for the poor man. never asking. I began to fear for his braking dexterity. Under different circumstances.
I slumped down as low as I could. The boy had just finished our room. "You're leaving me. Jan. like a spy sub with periscopes up. I relaxed then. Happy Birthday." He did kiss me goodbye." I declared. I prayed that all the guests had arrived already and had gone on to their dinners. He was back soon. feeling beyond surprise. I was seen by only one young employee while shuffling my way barefoot through the otherwise deserted hall. displaying our room keys." he agreed. one of those video …um." he said." "Emergency stairs!" "You're the Birthday Girl." "Bedspread!" I demanded. My belly growled. "Then I will take you safely on up the elevator." I stated flatly." he announced. But a smile snuck up to my face. Ted left me huddled Indian style on the bed. I sighed to myself. "I'll go up first and borrow a towel for you. wrapped like a mummy in my coral flowered comforter. I couldn't be 57 . opened the door and paused again: "Oh— And I thought I might have them cable us one of their Playboy fantasies." He answered my blank stare: "You know. "Don't worry. Ted actually winced as he carefully shut the door behind him. romances. What a birthday! "Only an hour— I'll send up some appetizers. "Got to go buy your birthday present." "Not interested. Ted greeted him with a friendly nod.Lesson in Obedience II toward the office.
" He was the same boy we met in the hall. "Can I get you anything else?" "That's fine. Probably wants to make up first." I went on. "My husband said." I answered automatically but noticed him noticing …What? My bare leg was thrust to one side out from under cover of my blanket. "I mean. Then it dawned on me: "Oh— my husband will 58 . The evening could only get better. hesitating for some reason. quite young really —barely sixteen and slightly built." I called." The boy looked uncomfortable. I quickly yanked the blanket back up over my shoulders and round my pounding chest. I thought. Oh. When he just stared back without any response (what could he have said?) I could have kicked myself for foolery. "Come on in. he's back. any moment. "Excuse me. before taking off." came the muffled reply. I smiled." I called again. A mercy they were trained not to simply Come in. "Come in. At least he seemed so. sort of relieved. he'd be right back …um." I explained too readily. "Excuse me. "Room service.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane mad anymore. He was really harmless. Ah! I almost screamed aloud. Knock – Knock. as he set the tray down by the door. for I had allowed my wrap to drop quite low. Ma'm. polite and rather timid. I had been more careful about other parts but quickly solved that also. Ma'm. "My husband just went out to buy me something to wear." His face and ears burned redly.
Ted produced a paper certificate from his pocket for the host. who then smiled familiarly and conducted us to our table." "Oh … well. How could you be so lame. We entered the banquet hall arm in arm.Lesson in Obedience II tip you as soon as he gets back. I wasn't about to let him go again. more something than I was used to. would you please lock the door on your way out?" "Sure. It displayed a phony jungle scene (palms. I scolded Me. banana leaves. We were given a table to ourselves. I was sure I heard the lisp of whispered comments as we passed —admiring my dress. right to one side of a decorated stage or platform. Ma'm. I guess. I actually began to feel like 59 . I looked at the reflection of myself in the glass of the TV screen. It seemed a long march to the other side of the hall. I grabbed a snack and switched on the tube. he already did. Some instruments and sound equipment lay ready for use. Dropping the blanket. The poor kid will probably lay awake all night now. especially now that I was fully clothed. fern-covered fountain). Ted helped me get settled in my chair —he was being very warm and attentive since having returned from his shopping spree." My attendant sort of jumped from his reverie. It was certainly more …well. and I could feel the eyes of other guests following us." And he was gone. "Oh. Then that unbidden smile stole back up to tease away my frustrations.
I knew it must look peculiar in public." Ted assured me. easier-to- 60 . (I guess Ted took me literally. that is." "It's not obvious. though —down. with my chin down flat against my chest. but I couldn't help it. For instance.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane the Birthday Girl. "You pin mine on for me. showered with packages and pampered before the party. I looked down again to inspect the neckline of my dress. The dress was strapless. and I will help you with yours. It was only days ago I had been hinting that my wardrobe was looking anemic." (He was being so …nice now.. uh …bust line. making me shuffle a bit to keep them from slipping off." I hesitated. Say tits. your. "I know you can see them right through the silk...) "And I do like to look." Ted just grinned and nodded.) He beribboned a roll of cash as well. then picked up a name tag from his plate. that I hadn't a thing to wear." Ted held his tag out. the shoes he bought weren't quite narrow enough. "What looks fine?" "You know. if you don't mind it.” The pin brought back memories of larger. I noticed all the guests were wearing theirs. I won't look anymore. Mine had Janice handwritten in bold blue calligraphy (blue was going to clash with my ivy green evening gown) with a tiny brass safety pin next to it. Ted. promising that tomorrow we'd go together to the stores to select some more outfits and make necessary exchanges. "It really looks fine. "Here. without really looking." "No." I hissed back." "Well. and. "It's okay for you to look.
not even a bit of lace edging the low-cut top edge of a bodice. My back was to the crowd. "Where do you want it." I looked over there. "Wouldn't that look rather like a dog tag?" "Rather. These little jewels were stubborn— "There!" I patted his lapel. Jan?" "Well. you're not going to stick it to my tit. so I didn't fear offending anybody. looking confusedly at my bust again. here goes nothing. "We can exchange it.Lesson in Obedience II operate diaper pins. The table cloth went all the way to the floor." Ted agreed. There reigned the typical restaurant hum of voices otherwise masking our conversation. The waiter had come by abruptly to start refilling our water glasses. "I want to hear more about the help you got at the store." "How about your necklace?" I broke my oath to look down again." "Which store? What help?" "The Women's Underwear department. "Well. "Oh no!" I suddenly realized why he paused." Ted settled back into his chair." He paused. Uh— look over there while I do this. My dress had no lapel." 61 . unless you want to draw more public attention. Ted thrust one hand right into the left breast cup of my dress to guard my tingling titty from the pin. "Ummm—. "Sorry about the bra. He was already prepared to pin me up." I kicked off my shoes. so I didn't have to endure their reactions to his liberty.
Will this do? And I said." "Did she model the bra for you too?" "Yeah —I mean …I guess so. She rang it up. my helping you in the dressing room. "She didn't seem to mind it. I'll take it and I'll need a bra to go with it." I leveled an accusing gaze as he continued." He bent forward to earnestly explain.) "I had to see in order to decide— Aw. they don’t allow it. "She said her manager wouldn't approve of her modeling merchandise out on the front floor. Ted rambled on anyway. that help. About your size." He stuttered. "She said." "The Dress. having even forgotten that embarrassing encounter with the boy in our room." (I must have looked menacing. "The clerk—" he hurried on." "Oh. and that was it." I hurled another look at him. I wasn't done interrogating: "Did she sell you the rest of it?" 62 . Fine. The waiter had arrived with our meal and was waiting patiently for us to acknowledge him. "But I would much rather have had you model it for me. we said good day. We might have had a grand time. c'mon Jan! It was perfectly innocent. "All I could see was the dress." I was enjoying my vengeance. Ted was puzzling over my last comment." "So?" "So she called me into the dressing room.) "Just a quick look-see. I swear!" Finally Ted sat back and the waiter laid out our meal." (I felt menacing. She asked what size and I said.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Oh.
Jan. He was being a dear. "Does my dress look funny." I searched his face." "Oh! No. "What happened to him?" Ted laughed when the waiter left. "Champagne with your meal. He gazed back. The waiter bowed slightly as he looked my way." "TED!" And I removed my napkin for his inspection. the bra had proven too large after all —impossible to wear under a strapless). "Relax. so I dangled a napkin nonchalantly over my chest. Then he turned his face to repeat the same routine quickly to my husband. "Especially without the bra." "Another lady?" "But she wasn't your size. 63 ." I said when the glass was full." he assured me and went on to make me understand." but he choked and reddened suddenly. And all I could find was the sort of worshipful devotion in his eyes that always quite melted my suspicions. using gestures. Madam?" I don't know why he bothered. "Thanks. "Can I get you anythin—Ga. the full breadth of that helper’s attention. that was another lady. Ted?" "You look lovely.Lesson in Obedience II "What?" I had to whisper it over his tray while the waiter was busy. quite certain he had observed something startling about my bosom. "The crotchless panties. It all looks fine. The waiter took advantage of the lull to ask. as he had already begun pouring it." "Even without the bra?" (Yes.
He started with my shins. I almost spilled my wine when he twisted toes round the hollow behind my knee. "But this must be costing you a fortune — the 64 . why not knee stockings." "They were. between the silences of our sparse chatter. am I?" Ted asked." Ted began roving up the inside of my leg again. "I'm not disturbing your dinner. trying to look demure. our conversation. "Why the name tags. Then when I felt his toes retreat to begin agitating territory already conquered —my feet— I tried to hide my disappointment with conversation. I was too distracted to notice. At least that was the main entree'. Though he wore socks and I pantyhose (I couldn't understand why he chose waist-high pantyhose to wear over crotchless panties. emphasizing overtly what his feet were doing to me under cover. or garters?). "Tell me what this is all about. his discreet little tickles sent chills through me. I just shook my head and slipped down in my seat a mite. the stage and jungle scene? They acted as if they were expecting us. About a quarter of the way through the meal. Every few seconds he would look up to capture my glance and penetrate my reserve with a fervent stare. The rest. Ted introduced his toes to our festive intercourse —I mean. I have already described how the table cloth skirted the table all round and completely veiled what transpired beneath." I asked. stroking with his toes up and down.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane So I did relax and enjoyed the meal: Veal Parmesan.
is it straight?" "Oh. As he departed our table. Madam?" I sat up straight to answer the waiter. how's my dress?" "Enticing. I wouldn't say straight exactly ." "I'm going to the restroom—.Lesson in Obedience II room. that tickles!" "More champagne. I captured Ted's foot and shoved it down firmly between my legs. . slid all the way up and under the dress to begin stroking my belly in warm circles. "Ted. His toes moved north all the way up the most sensitive line of my inner thigh. 65 . not realizing how silly it must have looked with a fork held halfway to my mouth. so I was forced to stay and rely on his judgment.) "You're welcome. it seemed." I directed. what do you say?" He was nodding his head knowingly and staring at my middle: "Sinful— Ow!" (I had kicked his shin. I wiped my brow and let eyelids droop shut. Then Ted's feet braved to climb atop one of my thighs. He sort of snuck up behind me. . I noted how reluctant the man had been to look full at me. My Dear —Now. the dinner." "I mean. He attempted to use his toenail on a lingering traverse over both my upper legs. the clothes —Ted." But he anchored my chair leg with his foot. Vaguely believing that my feeding-hand was still busy with its fork— I slipped my napkin-hand down under the table cloth. I couldn't stand the suspense. where was I?" I slipped back down to a comfortable slouch and opened my knees— "North. "Well then.
66 . not really intending to fool me. Madam. Ah. blindly oblivious to our surroundings. I think. I pushed my own foot (still a prisoner between Ted's knees) up between his legs and lodged it firmly against what felt like part of the table leg. "I'll take it back now. but I could hardly believe he would have felt it through his socks — unless I was actually sopping. I've had enough champagne …" Ted was almost choking with barely disguised hysterics. so I slid down in my seat a bit further. I answered nervously. Dripping— and this is going to stain my new pantyhose. But he got another kick for his trouble.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Ooh! Relief. my hand informed me." I was glad for the long table cloth over my hips as I squirmed a spiral motion more squarely over Ted's toe. "And how does the Birthday Girl feel?" "She feels bored —Get it? Bored. "Your pump is leaking. "Um— No thank you." I purred. "Pete feels strained. But Ted wormed his toes back up into the heated niche of my thighs. please. He had imitated the waiter's voice. It was wet. But more pressure was needed. "As in drilled?" "Bored silly and loving it. yes." "Oh!" I sat up again. startled and blinking." I volunteered." I politely commanded. Ted caught my foot with his knees. My pantyhose felt slimed as he pressed the fabric with his big toe into the damp folds of my cloistered labia. maybe my dress.
Lesson in Obedience II "Want me to stop?" "I'll take whatever you please to give me. a presentation anyway." "Really?" Ted dropped his foot. He looked really delighted." he promised. after the entertainment. Ted!" My voice took on a whining tone. Neither my hand nor legs could manage to recapture my runaway saddle horn." 67 . but I was crestfallen. "What! A movie?" "Well. "I'll give you more when the lights go out." Ted pointed over my shoulder. "The performers are coming. "I wasn't done yet.
" Karen used the edge of the counter to regain her feet and rubbed her abused butt with a scowl. It was filled more than half full of steaming water.A Lesson on Faith III Karen was getting lonely. Mister?" "It's a secret. I had to unlock the door with my toe. "…while I check for bruises. "Where are we going with this. he was holding a large plastic wash tub. 69 . you hold this." "Don't bother. "Missus! You almost made me spill the bathwater. Her husband was taking a long time locked in the bathroom. Scott's last few thrusts of impassioned sex just moments ago had quite hammered her against the cruel floor." Scott handed her the plastic tub. Karen shifted to place both hands behind as a cushion between door and sore tailbone. Karen much preferred their bouncy bed for that kind of play." But both Karen's hands were burdened now with keeping the water level ―so she couldn't very well ward him off or back herself quickly out of the way. Help! The door suddenly fell away from behind. Before she could think to put it down on a counter. Scott." Scott snatched a folded cloth napkin from their dining floor. "Here. squeaky springs and all. Scott's totally nude form stood over her. It had not been used. Scott was steering her out of the bathroom and down the hall. Her legs were getting weary from propping her fanny against the door. depositing Karen's sore tail to the floor again.
Even so. It was night. Nor was it cold." "I thought not. Ow! That was too close. the couple could almost imagine they were wearing something like light pajamas or maybe silk robes. she knew it to be the side kitchen porch. when a reaching branch of a bush poked him rudely.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "You mean your scheme isn't over yet?" Scott answered while blindfolding his wife with the napkin." Scott led his wife on a trek around the house to befuddle her sense of direction. C'mon― And don't spill the water. Scott had left the porch light off. Sir. making it one of those warm and dry summer nights when even mosquitoes are no threat. Karen knew every corner of each room by smell and feel (of the air if nothing else). and the only light was from stars and a pale moon. the breeze had stilled. "When can I put down our bath?" Karen whined. Scott was thinking." "Mister looks a bit tired. 70 ." "Is Missus tired of play?" "Tired? Tired! You know her better than that. Should have grabbed clogs for our feet." "Be careful with me. Except for their unaccustomed freedom of movement down the path to back yard. surely." "Good. They were both stark naked. both adventurers felt a twinge of hesitation as the evening air greeted tingling skin. I can't see a thing. When he finally opened a door to outside. But of course. "The adventure has only begun.
The tub of water bumped the upper part of the metal pole before her. Her arms were already aching with the unusual strain." Karen muttered." he said having tied her other wrist.Lesson on Faith III "You certainly don't expect to fit us both into it." Scott rubbed his sore groin as he answered. "After carrying it all this way…" When she tried backing off the pole." He looped a cord round one of her wrists and walked round the other leg of the swing set. "Can I put it down now?" "Just a second." "You sure there's nobody leering over the fence?" "Just the dog. "Right over here. thinking of a certain window with a secret thrill. fine soil. Karen could remember doing something like this as a young girl (and not so young) straddling the leg of a metal yard toy. so Karen had to prop it up higher. drop it. "Drop it?" Karen spouted. "Okay. "Here. pony style. She thought of how Missus had begun introducing her charms about that time ―though it was always through the crotch of jeans and 71 . she only managed to tighten the loop round each wrist and drive her bare feet into the dirt. leaving her standing with a knee on each side of one angled leg of the kid's swing set. holding the tub between the pole and her ribs. But Scott was apparently too preoccupied to consider borrowing (or reclaiming) the neighbor's little nest. up this way ―don't trip!" Scott managed to lead Karen to a spot." "There’s some good bushes over the other side of the house. She let her toes bury themselves under loose. So she just sort of sat down instead.
" "Well it's time for your bath now. Karen reacted by reaching both arms down to retrieve the falling tub. "I thought I might try something I used to do as a boy scout." "Did you bring any soap?" Karen realized that Scott had stretched the cord tighter so that all she could do was slide up and down the pole a short span. "Don't worry― I can get more water. or maybe only swim suit bottoms.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane panties. By angling her hips. then a little moan as the polished metal tube began sliming with saliva of Missus' wet kisses. so now she lay with breasts also straddling the pole. "Oh― just humming a little tune. Karen startled her Missus into a giggle. With a squeeze and gentle rocking motion. The smooth." Suddenly a jerk of the cords flipped the tub of warm water from Karen's grasp: Water dripped from her arms and legs and even from the tips of her titties." Missus 72 . Missus remained happy― Oh. "Camping with the Girl Scouts." "They made you do this in Boy Scouts?" "Camping! We went camping. "What are you moaning about?" Scott had wandered a short way to fetch a shovel. "Mmmm." Scott abruptly returned. cool steel of the pole felt hard but good even now between her legs." Karen hummed unconsciously. I guess. Scott answered his wife's bewildered silence. Her toes sank further into the ooze puddling below in the dirt. so very happy.
" "Well." "No soap?" "Our commander forgot to bring it." Scott reached out a hand to stroke his wife's busy ass: "No." Karen's bare body chilled just a little. "There were a couple of occasions …but they always camped on the other side of the creek. There's hardly any sand left." When Scott didn't answer. "They showed us how to use sand instead. the kids' new sand box got filled with dirt month's ago." "You don't mean my pot. He was running the back of his fingers past a sensitive hollow of waist. We scrubbed those old blackened camp pots ‘til they sparkled!" The nature of Scott's plan was finally dawning on Karen: "Scott. either from wet skin exposed to the air or due to her husband's liberties. Karen began rubbing the 73 ." Karen slowed the rocking of her hips selfconsciously. so Karen's tone really sounded distracted. "You didn't answer me. then along the side of her ribs and over one dangling breast." "And I suppose that all they did was wash the Boy Scout dishes?" "Looks like Missus is enjoying her seat.Lesson on Faith III was beginning to sing quite nicely. more like a pleasant memory than a real accusation. I'm sure a little mud on the pot won't hurt it any. they made us wash our own dishes ―wouldn't even loan us any soap. Mister.
Actually the stroking of Scott's hand didn't feel any different from before. It wasn't hard to force the blindfold down. just warm and wet. she didn't see them since they were sunk in mud like her own." said Karen and relaxed atop her mount again. She was distributing weight more comfortably along the pole.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane side of her head against the pole." he mused. and jerked against her bonds. Mud really felt like soap ―a bit gritty at times― though even that was no less satisfying than scratching one’s back with fingernails. you creep!" "You just take our Missus for a pleasure ride while I polish this gorgeous body. shutting her eyes voluntarily. 74 . you're going to love it. When he stood up again and advanced. Mister." Truth was." "You're getting weird. First thing she saw was Scott's feet ―that is. "I think I will paint a picture. "No. "What you going to call it?" "Little Miss Mudpot― Ouch!" Karen's arms were tied." "C'mon. Karen was beginning to get steamy ―not from irritation but pure bliss over the sweetness of silent sounds coming from between her legs. the strumming of her body by Scott's slimy fingers. He bent over to bury his hands in it also. "I'll aim higher next time. Karen cried out involuntarily. In fact the raw tickling of her clitoris was making her whole body itch with impatience and an edge of impending wildness. but her legs swung free. Bully. That didn't feel bad.
He reached round to cup a breast in each hand and squeeze. legs ―spreading the wet earth between them. for Scott backed off and away from Karen's body. but being covered with a film of mud they were too firm and slippery to grasp. He straddled the bar behind her and lay down lightly atop her form. Despite a growing ache in her ribs. under her arms. It was rather like trying to grasp a peeled peach under the warm faucet. His fingers skated figure-eight patterns over every inch. messaging Karen’s arms. He was already up to his elbows in mud himself when an inner yearning began to draw his body closely up to hers. the sensitive spots on each side of her belly. leaving shudders of joy in their wake. Either Scott had other plans (again) or Mister was not yet fully recovered from his previous adventure. the small of her back and the crack of her butt. mud oozing out like oil between his fingers.Lesson on Faith III Scott soon covered her back and sides with a layer of warm sticky mud. She opened them wider and lifted her fanny. Karen could feel his rod nudging bravely at the space between her thighs. down the tops of her thighs. next he was rubbing in circular motions with the heels of both hands. but arms. not just hands. He tried to grip her buns as well. Karen found that she could position a wonderful variety of pressures over the length of her clitoris using just slight shifts in the 75 . feeling the slick skin against skin. which was still weaving patterns of its own up and down the pole. At moments he squeezed his whole body around hers. belly. her back and breasts. Maybe it was both. He especially concentrated on the hollows round her shoulders and breasts.
When she opened her legs wider.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane rotation of her hips. but something else was seeking entry by the back door. something long and firm and slightly curved was thrust deeply into the hot. Mister was still whispering inside her vagina. Karen actually felt her heart flutter as a hand pried open her buttocks. impersonal object was yanked away and readily replaced by the warm. It filled and stretched her. He did not fill her as fully. Scott pushed it deeper and began moving it in and out while Missus wavered just short of her highest note. the foreign. like the jaws of a clam guarding its pearl. She knew he had always been fascinated by the pink lips of her anus. but just a bit 76 . but his strength was relentless. responsive length of her Sire. What was her lover doing next? Just wait one more heartbeat. "You― Scott." Karen hissed. I want you. but he seemed to talk to his mistress. She squeezed them back involuntarily. a certain twisting and answering squeeze sent Missus soaring and Karen writhing into oblivion of bliss. Just when Missus broke free of Karen's restraint. Just a whisper. Karen's orgasm was still descending when she became vaguely aware again of Scott's attention to the inner sanctum of her ass. In answer. dripping mouth of her sex. so she held her breath and paused in her rhythm for a few seconds of anticipation. It felt unevenly textured and slightly flexible. Missus was preparing for a final spring up the scale to high C when Scott returned.
. "No more. He dropped the baby yellow squash (volunteered from the garden). when a similar attack of orgasm had unexpectedly overwhelmed her brain and body. so she was now a bit embarrassed at the passion of sounds that escaped her throat. Meekly. Scott's final thrust did hurt a bit. Her muscles twinged and weakened ―deeper still. then in again. he began rooting Mister more deeply into his own favorite hole." "Does it hurt?" Scott worked the strange tool slowly out. Missus was snapped again into screaming orgasm. She squeezed and pushed and swiveled her hips. As then.Lesson on Faith III bigger than either the finger or thumb that Scott had ever dared to send probing its mysteries. sending another rush of blood pressure to Karen's face and crown ―he had grown so large and hard in answering excitement. As Scott's contraption suddenly erupted from her anus. Only childbirth had surpassed this test. But Karen couldn't have helped it. please …" Karen croaked. but Karen could 77 . Karen loosened the sphincter and raised her tail. forgetting even the lover in its fury. her head flushed with the hot rushing blood in her veins. "Oooh―" Now Karen really felt stretched.. Karen joined the scream for just a moment and rode that steel post for every inch it was worth. Her memory flashed back to the moment when her last baby finally thrust his head out into this world. He pushed it deeper. "Ah! A-hah― mmm . Nor did Scott resent her obvious ecstasy.
Your Missus will revive you. Scott only moaned. "Poor Mister.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane feel and share by that uncanny sense the tender urgency that sent his penis hammering home. Scott was thinking as he gazed in awe at his wife's darkly glistening torso. or rather humming as if singing her Missus to sleep while Scott rinsed off mud with sun-heated water from the garden hose. Scott. His last squirt of semen dribbled down her quivering perineum to mingle with the flow of mucus washing mud from vulva lips. If it weren't for the helpless grin on his face. "You know. It's my turn tomorrow." Karen spoke now in a breathy tone. Karen squeezed the throbbing shaft as he drew it slowly on out. Karen was moaning again." 78 . We will both be sore tomorrow. Karen might have feared his reluctance.
The skirts formed a beard of thin strands dangling low between each pair of legs. Their faces looked Hawaiian also. Meanwhile. Their dress was barely adequate." I warned my husband. The girls turned a slow pirouette completely round. Ted got up to move his chair round to my side of the table. and I returned the favor. once facing us again.A Lesson in Obedience III Hesitant clapping of other dinner guests quickened the steps of a team of Polynesian-dressed musicians. I welcomed his hand under the table cloth. like overgrown pubic hair. The tranquil dancers had suddenly been transformed into a wall of gyrating hips and bouncing bosoms. poking bare knees through their skirts. they began to shake themselves gradually down to a squatting jitter (a sort of fertility dance. I guess). 79 . Every leg was exposed. all the way up to the joint of each hip. BLAM! Drums exploded into wild rhythm. He began immediately stroking my leg. with ample opportunity for everyone to appreciate the long flowing black hair brushing their quivering bee-hinds. "You shouldn't be watching this. the house lights had dimmed and spotlights flashed on to better feature the forms of our performers. Their spinning belly-buttons were making me dizzy. Then. Five costumed girls posed themselves for dancing. Grass skirts hissed between the beats.
They were moving quickly between the tables to the rhythm of the drums. I was sure. my hands and arms weaving poetical patterns in contrast to the mechanical zig-zagging of my hips — one hand casually brushing the bare shoulder of my neighboring dancer while another dancer accidently presses an arm against my barely bandaged breasts. The man's dinner mate. I didn't close mine (as I doubted he did either) but witnessed the re-ascent of the dancers from their choral squat." we heard the man mutter. I don't—." he said. then we attentively followed with eager stares his progress up-stage in tow behind his young captoress. The dancers were descending the stage from both sides. Ted clutched my leg involuntarily as a dancer came toward him too …then passed him in favor of a fatter. still seated behind us. I thought at him. Pete. I caught myself wondering what it might be like to dance in line with other voluptuous females. While exotic fingers deftly 80 . "No thank you. was uttering little squeaks of disbelieving surprise as this savage little dancer-miss began exposing the man's creamy white calves. Later. They wouldn't appreciate you poking your head out here. One was dragging at the arm of a confused and reluctant guest. My nipples sort of buzzed at the thought as I sat. more established looking gentleman sitting just behind us.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "I'll close my eyes. I was using claws just to scratch suggestions of less inhibited converse through the seams of his pants to the Old Man anxiously waiting to get out. with only thin nylon hose between his fingers and my quivering vulva. Ted's hand was soaked.
now bared to the light as gravity pulled the tangles of grass skirting away. "You might 81 . The air felt tense as all waited for Mr Stiff to respond to his temptress. She corrected the latter though. his face was glowing pinker every second. I was pondering. until he suddenly paled at the further liberties his new partner imposed. but she put it patiently back. He just stood trembling and sweating. then began the painful climb back up to standing. knees angled widely. inching closer and closer to his belly. planting one of his palms upon each rump of her own tail end. One of his hands did slip off. He had to pry my fingers from their nervous grip on poor Old Pete. While sweat streamed down the poor man's neck. squeeze my leg. the jungle maiden compelled her captive to begin swinging his own posterior in a pendulum fashion. she pressed him slowly into a squat. They met at bottom. nose to nose. She placed her hands firmly on his hips (wherever they were) and began moving her own body in harmony to the song of the drums.Lesson in Obedience III rolled up his cuffs. always fixing his stare with her own eyes bound to his. Her navel was swimming circles. arms hanging limp. "Here. Then as the drums accelerated. So …sexual. Her eyes had him mesmerized. she began brushing his front with her thighs. She was slowly wearing away his resistance." he offered. With little jerks at each return stroke of her swivel. She stirred her hips slowly in figure-eight rotations against the static reluctance of her partner's form. when Ted's hand suddely left my genitals feeling cold and lonely.
" I hissed. This lady was now all stares for one gorgeous hunk of island manhood. They were each naked from the waist up and thighs down. But I already got me a jungle lord.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane break my pump that way. When he posed before her (like each maiden had done for her dancing-mate) with hands placed gently on her hips — 82 . She's had too much champagne. Heaven be blessed. low-cut and hip-hugging— except hers was bright orange and boasted a slit in the skirt all the way up to where her butt would peek out if she happened to turn too fast. they all steered clear of our table. choosing more matronly partners. Without missing a beat. merely a cloth of flowered print folded round the loins. Only one lady looked quite as young as I. I thought. and by coincidence she was wearing a similar style of dress —sleeveless. they switched places with their jungle lords at the drums. Ted." "Sorry. She was disgustingly gigglish too —chosen only because she leapt to her feet as if to flee the hall thinking that all five Tarzans were pursuing her and only her. and I clung to him like a weevil on a bull calf. The girls had dismissed their partners. strapless. the male drummers-turneddancers leaped off the stage and advanced upon the audience. "I'm not dancing. Then while the maidens battered out their frustrations. They looked overwhelmingly young and virulent and desirous in every way." But there was soon further cause for my anxiety.
her skirt didn't split as she squatted. and her naked shoulders making shameful rocking motions. this gal squealed. Sure enough. but I appreciated it nonetheless. her one bare leg (sheer up to her waist) was doing froglike jerks. Unconsciously. His caress of my femininity was a bit mechanical now. Her eyes were all over him as they rocked together. There was no taming of her will to his. and the show was obviously not what he had thought he was paying for.) The strapless lady started immediately bicycling her hips in awkward. devouring the flesh that was showing and visually coveting that which was veiled. (Zipper was being stubborn. Ted was slouched next to me with head bowed down and one hand shielding his eyes. While all the other lady guests took welcome 83 . I had begun working at the fastening of his drawers while watching this mismatched couple who had stolen my attention. nor did she observe the ritual stare at one another's brows. kicked off her shoes and made a talonned lunge for his buns. In fact. However. but sportive answer to Tarzan's invitation. I'm sure he was wearing some sort of modern brief underneath —that is I expect he should have. and thanks to the slit. They played elevator.Lesson in Obedience III Well. the unfortunate primitive had to pause in order to loosen her grip and tighten his belt (so to speak). I was afraid she might do something to disarray his costume. Ms Brazen launched an improvisation of her own. like the male volunteers had suffered. like a stripper flexing muscles before a club of leering executives. when the pair met again in a full standing swing. He looked embarrassed for somebody.
had proven just too much for her otherwise ample bosom to bear. and with her free hand on his shoulder began pressing his perspiring torso down into another squat. Either she was incredibly insistent or he knew from experience just to play along when a guest wished to make a fool of herself.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane seats again. One leg was making wild ovations again through the slit of her skirt. though predictably. she just held him there while her middle inched its way closer and closer to his face. She remained upright. When finally his head was level with her lap. that I didn't observe the warning shift of the lady's strapless costume. this one held Tarzan's hand firmly against her rump. the increased 84 . She bent her knees. And her midriff was growing wider every millisecond. He kept dancing. while insuring her partner's grip. he would sure have one story to tell. balanced back on her heels and threw back her head. as did she —her buttocks tracing donuts in the air. Now naked boobies bobbed about for all eyes to enjoy their own counterpoints to the beating of jungle drums. He could have kissed her there if he desired. His nose was actually pressed high up against her bared inner thigh. wondering his thoughts.) But I had become so intent upon the dancer’s face. Suddenly. The downward strain upon her skirt. knees held widely apart to allow Tarzan's cheek most intimate encounter with her beckoning lap. (If he didn't. Oohs and screams and hisses from other guests snapped my attention back upward to her shoulders. And just as I looked— the other breast popped free of its prison cell.
but he looked quite innocent. she collapsed into nervous giggles upon her chair. release her victim and yank up her gown again. Except that he would keep staring at my bust! Do not look foolishly down. Some other couples had already stood to enjoy the more familiar party music. Timid applause greeted the change of mood.Lesson in Obedience III ventilation must have awakened the lady's senses enough to invite a searching glance downward (she looked exactly how I'd feared that I might appear with chin to chest). Ted will tell me. If something is out of place. Nor was it straight when she uncovered her shamed face and condescended to help Tarzan to his feet. "I need a restroom first. "Did you see that?" I asked Ted above the hum of general chatter (probably every other woman asking her own man the same). So I just fingered my name tag until he sighed and asked if I cared to get up and dance. I commanded myself." he answered." 85 . I'm not certain when. music gauged to relax the guests.) But her chastisement of the drummer-dancer was certainly unjustified. Performers were posed afresh on the stage to play upon more conventional instruments. Then playfully swatting his hand. Half a second it took for her to gasp. as he couldn't have seen a thing beyond her lap and the floor. remember?" "Hm!" I searched his expression a long time. "I didn't see a thing. (The chair next to her looked as if hastily vacated. "My eyes were shut.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Are you finished with the plate. The waiter didn't pause though. Then I marched off toward the main double doors. My husband muttered something about "one more chance" as I looked his way accusingly. "Yes —." I began and stopped. Why must that waiter stand right behind me that way? He was staring dutifully over my head. My wits were about me though. Madam?" "What?" I jumped. Atop my plate were my diaphragm case and jelly …floating through the air past my nose as the waiter performed his duty. 86 . because something about my plate looked out of place. I quickly stood and snatched the things from the plate and shoved them as quickly into my purse.
"I buy our lingerie." "You do the lingerie?" I puzzled. as always. I also suffered some very awkward and peculiar encounters on the way. Barely an hour's drive by car. This woman's escort looked bored and nervous while she looked me over. "Thank you. The couple was still there when the next musical number started. actually. greeting both Mr and Mrs. just to escape these sorts of sociables. "By the way. "Low overhead." My husband was cordial." Ted interpreted." resumed the woman. "That's my 87 . But Mrs was delighted by our interest." she divulged." I coughed politely and turned to applaud the performers again. that way. "Our name is Oshman. I had rushed back from the washroom into Ted's arms again." Mr O shrugged and looked away. The Lady Oshman quickly went on while her husband shuffled. as I smiled back." Ted nodded. "You own a store in Bakersfield." she clarified. Mr O answered: "Mail-order distribution. as if he needed a smoke or a restroom or some exercise or something (a romp maybe?). Dear!" A society type woman interrupted our dancing." "I see. "And I do the lingerie." Oh brother! I thought. "We're in merchandizing. "We flew in by private jet from Bakersfield.A Lesson in Obedience IV "I simply adore your dress. "Yes!" she glowed.
She is a very slow reader." "Yes. Mr Oshman gave a patronizing chuckle." "Just people. drawing something). hers too. while his wife stared dumbly at him for a moment until her light came on. "You never did tell me what kind of party this is. I could swear he swallowed a smirk as we resumed dancing." Ted pointed at me and grinned." I said. " …and strapless. "Your husband's a comedian. very. Ted was looking the other way.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane department. Jan." "Done dancing already?" He paused. meaning sheer. "Well." (She had lowered her voice to a conspiratorial feminine hiss). "It's so sheer and …" (an esoteric movement of her hands in the air. I was thinking until suddenly she grabbed Mr O's arm and ushered him off without so much as a nice-talking-to-you or have-anice-evening. maybe something from France or Europe (though I think Europe is in France) …" (she paused to think). "Are the people just weird here?" I said to him. And when I didn't reveal any more secrets. 88 . "And I was just telling Stewart here: If only I could find a design." she poked my bare arm." "Uh. "How fun —I was just wondering what brand of brassiere you are wearing." "Let's go sit down. Then she burst into giggles. that's when I saw you— What did you say your name was? Do you live in this area?" The woman stooped slightly to peer at my name tag. the woman just rambled on. I was really getting nervous of people's attention to my bust.
"Oh. or maybe a mink fur coat to cover my nakedness. "I'm wondering when your presentation will be over." "My presentation?" I turned to him. there's nothing wrong with the dress. I backed up involuntarily." He raised an apologetic hand. what did he mean. I was about to remark on his health when Ted embraced me for a cheek-to-cheek slow step. Suddenly the poor man gasped. Sir. Besides. You look great in it. your tag looked different." "Excuse me. Ma'm." We were interrupted again —a smartly dressed young executive type. I've got an appointment to keep. "Ted. but—. "I'm sorry. is my tag upside down or something?" 89 . I thought you worked here.Lesson in Obedience IV "Maybe I will just hide under the table until you can bring me another dress." But he shook his head and refocused his gaze past a pointing finger aimed right at my left boob. "Looks the same as yours." "Janice!" Ted looked earnestly at me. He reminded me of the rabbit in Alice. that man?" "Hmm?" "And what are you doing?" "Protecting you —protecting us. "Ted— You're squeezing me. "It's too warm for a coat. "There! Now." he corrected himself. stuttered something and disappeared into the crowd of couples dancing." I shoved him away." I looked at his tag. I didn't think the music was suited for that.
"Well—. What crisis? I was not wearing a name tag at all. that kept me thinking as clearly as I did in such a crisis. not moving his hands from my shoulders. "Why can't you just work your hands up between us here and unpin this …this thing? Then we'll talk about it. Janice." I remarked icily. Buster. and I barely managed to grab Ted's sleeve. It was a sort of shock. how could you DO such a thing? To your own wife?" "I love you.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Ted turned to cover his eyes while I fingered my collar and did the unpardonable —chin stuck to chest." I was suddenly disoriented emotionally." Ted still kept dancing. "Our bodies will hide your indiscretion. two very naked breasts in a heart shaped border and gilded frame. and I discerned a slight jiggle to his torso." Ted just kept on dancing. Ted had pinned a picture in its place. right out in public." I kept insisting." he growled in my ear." I wasn't really angry as I clung to him. my tag was quite as readable upside down as frontward. I'm sure. "If you don't stop laughing and remove the evidence…" 90 . "You aren't finished dancing yet. They were sweaty. "Ted. "We may be dancing like this until the party goes home. "I hope you enjoy it— TED. preventing his escape. This time it was me insisting that we embrace. "Ted!" I could feel my temper slipping (along with my better judgment). Yes.
If I make a move. Jan!" 91 . and you'll never see these people again. everyone's bound to stare —so I may as well make it worth their while.) "I will DO it. "I mean it. "I will pull down my dress and expose myself right here in front of everybody. I'd love the show." "And enjoying every moment. Jan. Ted!" (I can't believe what I was thinking. at my expense…" "C'mon. but what if an acquaintance turns up among all these strangers?" "Funny you should think of that now!" "I've been watching —and guarding you. "One yank and they're out!" He was thinking about it. The music stopped. Jan." "Think of the fun." "You have until I count to three. or I'm going to bare my boobies. planted my feet and grabbed a fold of my skirt in each hand." he cajoled. just like Ms Hula — Remember her?" I must have said something too loud. If only you had seen that waiter's face. Jan. People were clapping." I stopped our shuffle. as another couple turned puzzled looks our way." "Jan—. you can unpin it yourself. "Two!" Ted raised a warning palm: "That's not fair." he begged. Ted went white at that and gently enfolded my rigid shoulders again in his arms.Lesson in Obedience IV I shoved him apart again to glare at his distorted grin. "You're getting irrational." "I'm sure it's been whispered all round by now.” And he buried his face in my shoulder —to control his hysterics. "It won't be so long. "And— Oh.
Ted was beckoning me to follow. This was good-bye to my dignity. I could hear conversation. then full orchestra. Recorded music filled the air —a drum roll. I guess. and with eyes shut tight. Where are the screams of shocked surprise? Abruptly. I could feel the air on my steamy breasts. "What happened?" I moaned. YANKED IT DOWN. Once seated. until the narrator 92 ." "Three. I'm sure some had paused to watch our stand-off. couldn't feel my husband anywhere near. I thought it was scenes of Hawaii." he ordered. I waited. nipples aching with embarrassed arousal. as slide shows go.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane I ducked out from his embrace to face my husband from a distance." I said in a tiny voice.. This is it. I felt my arm hooked. I heard Ted's voice in the darkness. chairs scraping and footsteps.. lost my balance and stumbled in tow with eyes blinking. staring defeatedly at Ted." I wasn't heeding instructions.. Several guests were moving past. I held my breath. So I settled down and remedied the drafty feeling about my bosom. Ted's voice again: "The lights went out." It was well done. A loud speaker: "Please return to your tables. My eyes were still closed. from somewhere near the floor it seemed: "Fix your dress and relax. I couldn't see a thing. Goose pimples erupted at mere thought of what I had done.
The touch became a caress. then a second hand petting my nylonned legs up and down. and my legs beckoned under the cloth. my lower half was swimming waves of tender titillation. Sinking down again into my chair. The slides showed examples of the sort of estates 93 . "Oh. His chair was empty. for I feared my latest display of temper had really chased him into hiding: Probably gone to bathroom. where are you?" I whispered. I sucked air through my teeth at the pain and the tingle. is that you?" I hissed.Lesson in Obedience IV corrected me —some name I couldn't pronounce. an obscure cluster of islands in the South Pacific. Something warm and soft touched my leg! I stiffened in my chair. Once my eyes grew accustomed to dim glare from the projection screen. I began to hope that the slide show would be long and boring. "Ooh— Scratch me. when I put one hand under the cloth to pull up my skirt. Ted . While my eyes beheld pictures of black sandy beaches. and I began to hunger for a genital feast. I was sitting alone at our table. the fingers and palm of a hand. ." I ordered. . It better be you. "Ted. The itch was building between my legs. The music was nice anyway. but I was feeling too worried to enjoy it. I didn’t see Ted anywhere. I didn't think anybody would notice with my back turned to the crowd (and hardly did I care now). My answer was a mischievous nip just behind one knee. The other hand slipped down the cleft of my breasts to tease the nipples barely hidden by my dress. blue lagoons and fern jungles.
He was sucking my clitoris now." But my protest was cut short by a sudden rush of liquid fire over and through my physique. and it felt such a welcome relief to pull one of my own breasts out into the darkness to play with freely. Wide grins in handsome copper faces. dark shiny and colorful print skirts plastered to their shapely hips— They were all naked from the waist up …even the women. "Ted!" I warned. but these were all young or motherly. The air was beginning to feel like a jungle. But his rudeness didn't 94 . "What are you doing?" Another rip and the kiss of cooler air along my inner thighs— "Ted. Missionary films I've seen were not near so generous about displaying the tanned bosoms of local ladies. The voice of the narrator droned on." I muttered. blessing Ted's splurge on my new crotchless panties. but my only thought was thanksgiving. Ted began licking exposed skin under my skirt. A ripping sound rent the air. when they began showing scenes of the friendly natives at work and at play. you're gonna—. I was wondering how I might slip off my pantyhose without looking suspicious. Ted was pulling at my nylons with his teeth. young and old. I breathed deeply and increased the pressure on my sticky sex. I think. I licked my fingers to use for kneading my hardened tit. "Not so loud.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane being established by American investors: "tropical paradises" the narrator called them —would-be palaces in a city like ours. but within means of any middle income family on the islands.
uh …" (I was looking back at him alarmedly. The waiter was no less distant. Ted growled at me: "I want to drill my wife's beautiful fanny. His (now naked) toes were silently playing a recapitulation of an earlier theme under our table again. they want to sell us a tropical paradise. Abandoning my naked breast. Dessert was scrumptious. "…YOUR TIT IS OUT. "They went to a lot of trouble and expense." Comprehension dawned. "You mean they paid for the dinner?" "—and the entertainment . as we began gathering ourselves for departure.." 95 . Like an instrument of sensuality. When he glanced over at me." But Ted looked as if he now resented the dress. but that didn't dampen my enjoyment of Ted's fervent stare across the table.. and the hotel." "We have a hotel bed to share. "So. I'm sure my face was still flushed with exertion when the lights flashed on. I and my lover played me into sizzles of satisfaction. not hearing through the noise). boring me to tears. "But I forgot to bring pajamas." he finally shouted in my ear." I tried to make conversation. applauding with the rest. your. Ted was seated by my side again. Then.Lesson in Obedience IV cause me to hesitate. his grin suddenly swallowed itself in alarm: "Jan." I promised." "So that's how you could afford my birthday dress. I used that hand to lend pressure behind Ted's mouth and jaw while my expert hand strummed throbbing genitalia.
" Ted just grunted again —his mind was elsewhere.." Ted moaned as we walked. The senior salesman was flanked by several others. "And …" "Janet. "We're about to get attacked by a pack of real estate wolves. Our man grinned with expert showmanship and read my husband's name tag. We were some of the first to leave by that door. The night air was nice. My skin is strangling." "I guess nothing is really free." But we were saved unexpectedly by use of an ancient though powerful weapon. 96 . "How about a walk?" We were outside. His junior pack buddies stood disbelievingly as he gaped at our backs. "Oh no." The salesman continued searching my tag for a last name. But I could feel the stares of our frustrated assailants nipping harmlessly at our heels. I just couldn't resist a remark while still within their hearing: "I've got to get out of this dress.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Ted grunted back. "Ted!" he greeted. then he turned peach-blossom pink. "Ted and Janet . waiting nervously for their share. allowing us to pass unchallenged. But the poor guy's face blanched before he found it." I smiled back.. Another couple was already cornered and suffering the worry and indignity of practiced lunges at their better judgment.
The car wasn't far and we were quite alone on the lot. it’s your daughter's sweater." I turned on him suddenly: "Now you remember a sweater under the car seat. "I remember seeing a sweater under the car seat. It was a small car." I turned in a mock huff. "Buns are cold?" Ted looked fully present and accounted for now. Ted was breathing noisily behind me: "It's under the driver's seat." "Well.Lesson in Obedience IV "A walk?" I objected." "Will it fit?" I felt my tail end bumped and warmly embraced. Ted." "I didn't see it until I had to fish one of your birthday packages from the floor. my underwear feels rather inadequate now too.” "Let's go get it. "I thought you wanted …you know. I bent over from the waist to dive head first into the darkness of the back seat. so my feet never left the parking lot while my hands searched the whole floor area. Ted opened the door and pulled down the seat for me. what do you think you're doing 97 ." I stretched— "There! Oh. Everybody else was either already romping in bed or busy battling real estate salespeople. "It might fit— Ted. "Turn on the dome light please. a walk always improves my appetite." I said. but I will have to work on your buns." My pantyhose hung in ribbons under my skirt." "My shoulders are a bit chilly.
Ted?" I called up. Next." Ted croaked. I could hear him priming the pump and soon felt the length of him coursing wetness of my female crevice on up the crack of my buttocks. the breeze chilling my exposed vulva. My brain was getting fuzzy with the blood pressure building from my position. I was pressed back into the car and the click of the front seat pulled to upright locked my head and both arms awkwardly in place. My tail swayed with the motion of his rotation in and out and around. I paused. and …Oh." He pulled my skirt all the way up over my back.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane out there?" His hands were hiking up my skirt and boldly pawing at the skin under my pantyhose. Both his hands were braced on my hips like an old man leaning on his walker. head hanging downward. He was thoroughly aroused and ready. it does feel good. but my hind quarters were blocked by Ted's lap and the probe of his organ. I braced my feet to back out into him. we can't —not right out in a public parking lot. My ass was at his mercy. His only answer was an animal grunt and hiss as Pete battered through the gates of my vagina. He sounded barely restrained. I struggled again to get free. "Ted. "Don't fight me. "Are you watching. He began by stooping to lick my already damp labia until it was dripping down my leg. Dear. 98 . But I was too nervous to give in to reverie." "I'll protect you. wondering just how ready he really was.
I felt probing fingers against my anus again. silent and still. It was a bizarre feeling like what impalement might be like (without the blood and horror. while thrusting deeper and faster. A sound caught my ear— "Are people coming? Ted." Ted breathed. of course). "Relax. I didn’t put my diaphragm in. Ted!" When suddenly a frightening realization made me shout: "NO! Ted. I was too surprised to croak a further protest. Girl.. You didn't obey. but my tail remained exposed. but— He's got Pete up my backside." Ted stopped. My head and back were really beginning to ache." He continued to lick and began working a finger up my anus. I shuddered and shifted weight on my feet. a burning pressure at first. It was barely even uncomfortable … so long 99 . Ted. then: "Oh! Ted." He had me in a bear hug round my hips and was hammering a revived rhythm against my rump. like the eye of a hurricane. Then he stooped onto hands and knees again. sighing: "I warned you. Jan. that . "What are you going to do? I don't want to get pregnant. Involuntarily. I hear voices." He was licking me up and down my crack again. then merely breathtaking.. And I felt it too." "Hurry.Lesson in Obedience IV Ted slowed his rhythm: "My pump is about to burst." Ted stood up.
" Ted answered. getting close. "The young man with the …the wife?" "That's right. "Jan is looking for her sweater. they were on the other side of the car. it's you. Ted?" I was past anger. I wondered how much they could see through the windows. beyond embarrassment. His penis was pulsing final ejaculations.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane as I did what I was told —relaxed my sphincter. still occupying my capacity with his. Never a goodbye out of that pair. Ted rubbed the stiffness from my lower back as we walked back down the parkway. "Greetings!" I heard Ted call out. "Hah—" Ted inhaled. And my bowels are bound to work better now. I'm sure. Those are definitely voices I hear." Ted hesitated.. "Was all that really worth my trouble. then giggled himself. 100 ." "Oh. Ted held me tightly. luxurious "Oh" of resolve. trotting quickly away.. exhaled. "Escape the wolves?" How could he be so cool? (Female giggles)— I remember that voice! "Um ." It was another male voice. I could hear it in their steps. (I winced as he gave my bare bun an illustrative smack with his palm—) "My wife!" Mrs O jumped at the sound. Then the voices were on top of us— that is. caught his breath and blew out a long." said the woman. "Good evening. He is my husband after all.
Sweet revenge.Lesson in Obedience IV "Really worth it." he insisted. My organ was itchy. "I promise to be more obedient —more prepared— from now on. I said to myself. 101 ." More regular too. I was twinkling inside. Ted's eyes twinkled in the light of a passing car. Still got all night for a proper revenge.
I had no plans. or perhaps a command. so I thought I would let her call the shots. Birthday Girl.) I took an extra day off from the job so I could enjoy a relaxing weekend with my agreeable wife …after the mandatory sales presentation. "You mean I can be the boss now?" "It's all yours. "Really?" Jan challenged from behind me while I bent over the sink to shave the last stubble from a cheek bone. period. After a quiet breakfast (Jan was retreated into deep thought: scheming) she donned her birthday wardrobe and took me on a quick browse of the mall adjoining 103 . But as Janice said it: You never know who you might see (or who might see you). I suppose I really had nothing to fear. shopping mall." I hardly realized what I was saying. I must say. "I'll be your slave for the day.Revenge We were over an hour's drive from our home town. It was Jan's birthday. (Old Pete awakened thoroughly worked out. theater― among which to find new amusement." It was a statement. And I said so. That fear certainly added spice to the experience. We had the whole resort to explore ―pools. restaurants. golf course. And truly. Everything had worked out better than perfect the night before. I had no future plans to embarrass my beloved. so I really didn't expect to see anybody we knew." "Then you will do what I say.
and changing rooms?" Jan asked the clerk. My wife would certainly look much nicer than one of those manikins ―out on the pool deck. It didn't take Jan long to find what she was looking for: a set of jogging sweats. Then she grabbed a pair of flip-flops for each of us to boot. But … "Why do I need new sweats?" I whispered when she demanded my VISA and handed it to the clerk. "Are there lockers. and the Women's on this side. The Men's was across the pool deck. though I sort of lingered at the door. Then Janice simply took over." Nobody was in the lockers yet. I found myself in tow to the Men's rooms. that was okay. that is. We passed a stand of slot machines in the lobby― "Look!" I pointed. We entered a sportswear shop where I was soon attracted by the women's swimwear. so I didn't complain when Jan led our way straight into the men's room. The only answer she spared me was half a smile and a faraway look. "How about a spin of Lady Luck for a birthday treat?" But Jan wasn't to be distracted from her secret plan: "Lady Luck has other ideas. Well. I did promise her she could shop for more clothes to complement her single green (low-cut and slitted-skirt) party dress.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane our hotel lobby. just in case of company. She bought one set for her and a matching set for me― hardly what I would choose to accent her womanly figure. 104 .
" It took her just a second to find an unused locker. then she was on tip-toe peering distractedly over the door of the booth at my waistline. did she? So don't you think it might be wise to conserve." "Okay. When I emerged from the booth― "Excuse me. "I'm waiting. Jan." She packed away my stuff. having already stuffed her own shoes into the open locker. 105 ." I protested." "That's not all you're doing. The scene somehow reminded me of another such adventure involving another booth. "Hadn't you better go over to the Women's area?" But she had already shut the door of the booth." I grunted while pulling off my slacks. I'll take your shorts too. only here it was me instead of Jan on exhibition. I'm right." "Now." she pointed to a booth. you're the boss." "Yup. You don't really need them. Throw your things out here.Revenge "You change in there. Your wifey didn't pack for you this time. "What if some other man comes in?" "Oh. "But I bet you didn't think to bring along an extra pair― Yeah." she pondered. Dear. "while I get our locker ready. everybody else is still romping in bed― Here." "Do you have something against wearing underwear under my new sweat pants?" "Perhaps.
" 106 . "And look― pockets! I've always wanted pockets in a sweat suit. Mr Stranger hardly paused on his way to a vacant dressing booth.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Then the stranger came in. "Fine …Let's go. and you didn't even look when you had the chance. when The Dress was pushed by a slender foot (polished toenails glistening) from under the dressing booth door." At least he had waited until Jan disappeared. Tattered pantyhose drifted down to the floor. He did screw up his face though. Dear. "Stop― Let me look at you. All the stranger saw was my own sudden movement. shut and locked the door." "And what about you?" "You didn't buy me any underwear. remember." "Shshshhh!" "Don't I look ravishing?" Jan exited and pirouetted in baggy sweats and tennies. "Good morning. But one can't really tell a dress from a bright colored shirt when it is crumpled up like that ― so I hoped. Silly. "I'm all done." I stopped for my wife's inspection." Secretly I thought that even some shorts and a tank top would show off her better features. I jumped and snatched it up to carry to the locker …hidden under my shirt. "See? You can't even tell that Pete ain't protected by undershorts." I quickly ushered my lady on out to the patio.
"Oh― rub me there. even through the fabric of her shirt. "Mmmm …Do it some more. The duty was a welcome change. I enjoyed the feel of Jan's slender arms and back under my hands. She led me through a battery of stretching and limbering exercises (right under the windows of other hotel guests). There was a grassy spot to one side of the pool patio. "Jan!" "Rub me." That's when I noticed the open window to our left and some movement in the room behind it. I felt a fatherly compulsion to reach over and remedy her exposed belly. Suddenly she sat up and kissed my sweating navel. Nobody could object to a man massaging his own wife's tense shoulders even in public (so long as she kept her shirt on).Revenge "Yet …" I muttered back. "Does it hurt there?" 107 . She certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention and the morning sunshine." "What?" "Here." She began kneading her own neck and shoulders. One contortion had her shirt hiked all the way up. just barely concealing her unbridled breasts. But I kept it up as innocently as I could manage. Lover. but I just stared instead …until Janice began staring back at my own naked midriff with a none-too-chastely leer. just suited to her idea. But Janice was busy looking for something else." Jan's voice was a bit too elevated.
" I didn't stop my attention to her back. "You know. Her face." "Lower your voice a bit." "Oh― but I have pockets! Remember? And I think there is even a hole in one on them― Yes!" "Damaged goods? You can take the sweats back." I whispered. I'm not sure what to do with you. I'll rub here …You know: Lady Luck. She took it for my agreement to the experiment. nor could I find suitable words to respond. "Mmmmm― I like it. though she didn't seem to notice." "You know.." Lady Luck? Jan pushed one hand down under the elastic waist band of her pants― "And while her Ladyship sweats and simmers. though Pete suddenly seemed alert for the first time that morning― Just what one needs while in sweats without jockey shorts." "Jan! Not out here. began to glow and 108 .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Mm-hmm― But I like it when you hurt me. Soon I was in a different kind of sweat." Janice started conversationally. that's all right. Teddy. Jan reclined against my kneeling thighs and let her head rest back on my wrists. eyes closed. I was squirming inside." "Oh. you keep rubbing me there. "I'm not sure what you mean. Old Man.. Ted. "I always wondered what it might be like to rub myself while you rub my back. for goodness ." She moaned and squirmed." "Oh?" I answered suspiciously.
"I think I'm ready now for my birthday celebration. and she was enjoying that advantage. Her breathing was too loud and mesmerizing." I jumped up and glanced down at her prostrate form looking sated upon the grass. 109 . as she licked them repeatedly. I thought. Her body lay limp against me. not daring a direct look at the left-hand window.Aahhh! Oh. Janice had a perfect view of my clothed crotch from below. I couldn't resist planting a tender kiss on that sweaty forehead. Her movement was minimal also. I thought I could hear discreet little smackings escape past the green stretch cotton weave. She had both hands hidden deep in their pockets. Her moans softened (to my relief). "I do love you Janice.Revenge a pleased smile grew from ear to ear. but―" I dared not finish the sentence. so nobody could tell what the right hand or the left hand was really doing." "So am I. Tell me―." Jan was breathing loudly." I glanced nervously about. Her lips must have been very dry. "Tell me …you love me …Ted. YES!" Janice was panting quickly now. yes. until beads of sweat began to form on her brow and her body stiffened like a board. "That felt wonnnnn-der-ful. Except me― I knew. Strange how the flushed strain of sexual climax appears so much like the look she gets during childbirth. Her veiled form twisted almost imperceptibly and her voice rose distantly: "Oh …Tell me again. But Jan wasn't really listening.
Nor could I resist a discreet squeeze of one defenseless bun. what all this (ahem) activity was about just outside their hotel window. "You go jogging round the golf course." "Yes?" My voice remained calm and guardedly quiet." "Well." Then I did glance up at that window. Lover." And Janice suddenly leapt up to smother my gaping mouth with her own. "What I mean―" (How could I explain?) "I was keeping watch for you." I was still staring up at that window when I felt a tickling motion just under my scrotum.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "I was imagining that we were …exercising naked on a beach. Jan's foot had snuck up my pant leg. I have enough imagination for both of us today. "What were you imagining. perhaps. . "What!" "Well .. "Ouch!" That was me― Jan had responded by hooking my own strapless jock. my Love. Ted?" "You don't want to know." Should I tell her? "I was wondering what might happen if that door over there were to open . "It's time for your next assignment." "Why don't you jog beside me?" 110 . while I follow." Her voice assumed an ominous husky tone." I mumbled. "And somebody were to come out to see―" "See what? "To see.. Her nipples felt like naughty fingers probing through her shirt. .
I'm not sure what got into me. Then she let out a shrill whistle ―Who knew Jan could whistle like that! When we came within earshot of another woman and her mate walking toward me. I could sense more than hear my own oversexed wife dogging my heels in her sedan. something snapped inside (perhaps the final strands of my conscience). "Mind if I follow you home?" That's when I recognized the other couple. the very moment they passed. not the other man whom this crazy lady complimented so publically. my beloved let me have it: "That's a luscious hunk of man-flesh you're joggin' there!" The other couple turned their heads her way ―just to assure themselves it was ME.Revenge "I don't jog. but an embarrassed grin hijacked my normally sober countenance. Silly!" "What do you mean?" "I watch your progress in comfort …from the car." I tried to ignore it. When I was sure nobody else was in sight …I let her have it― Right out under the sun: she got a mooning of my tail end she will never forget. Then Janice whistled again. trailing me along the road. but when those two passed looking so self-assured and prudish. 111 . Dream Boy!" This time I waved casually. "Hey there. just parallel to where I was running along the sidewalk. specializing in women's lingerie. But they seemed to be ignoring me: that same pair we met at the dinner presentation the night before.
unretained between my sweating thighs." (Jan was really over-doing it with that horn. The car had stopped just beyond those trees. Her back and head had slipped down below the level of the dash.. Pete felt thick and substantial. meanwhile I was guarding the view (again) from my own side. But where is Jan? She didn't seem to be in the car. Lover . Was that her in the car? I spotted movement down low behind the glare of window glass. There she was! ―not gone after all.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "All right! (HONK ― HONK) Do it again. I slowed my approach and took the opportunity to rest my back against a signpost just opposite the passenger door.. "Jan!" I gasped. and framed my worried face in the window. The car became obscured where some trees lined the road. Somehow.) "Come on now― Show me your sunny side!" But I felt it was enough indiscretion to be had out of this school boy for one day. Nobody was going to stop and rudely peer in from the street side. I was feeling a bit lonely and disappointed by this abandonment as I rounded the corner on foot. Jan revved up her engine and sped on ahead to turn the bend ahead of me. so really nobody was likely to notice her any more than I might have seen her without kneeling right by the car door. He was wondering where the object of his excitement had gone. Pull your pants up!" She just licked a pair of fingers and began kneading the nakedness between her outstretched legs. "This is a busy street. We were nearing the corner of a busier street. Though 112 .
113 .. I wanted to reach in and pinch something. I couldn't see a single pedestrian this side of the boulevard. despite the noise of traffic.Revenge the street was busy with vehicle traffic. I stood straight up to rest my elbows suddenly upon the roof of our car. I sighed― What a waste! If only we were in our private room right now. but the car door was locked and the window rolled up ―except for a slight crack for sound sake. would be the wiser if I did fish a hand down past my own waistband." I commented more calmly now. I opened conversation good-naturedly: "Good morning. I could hear every swish and smack and guttural sigh. Nobody. "Really. however. She had pulled her shirt up to a bundle perched just above a pair of shamelessly blushing nipples.. I added. Petie Boy― enjoy the view while you … oops!! We had company. When the officer reached over to roll down his window. so calling to Jan inside the car. "You are growing bold in your prime." Jan's occupation was getting heated and too distracting for me to think clearly just then." "Know where I can find a Crispy Creme?" "Well …Let's see. inspecting the dull reflection of clouds in the sky. She is awfully wet and …ready. Okay." I had a sudden brain storm for an alibi. A cop pulled up parallel to our car on the street side." Her only answer was a couple of moans and smacking of genital lips. Janice. I would . The shocks of the car were squeaking with every bouncy squirm of her torso.
"Now you are really pushing our luck. I'll hollar. remember?" Nobody was in sight. Jan reached through the open window. that was an awfully close call.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Honey. Then I began innocently polishing some duller places in the car's top surface." But no sooner had he driven off. Luck is the Lady. not impatiently. than my weirdo wife took advantage of the situation.) "I think I saw one down the next block. If the bank gets robbed. And his name is Pete." (This one was feeling ill at ease. deftly threaded fingers inside and nabbed my loose life savings― spilled them right out where she could get both hands into the act … complements of a hot. be a good wife and hand me the handkerchief from the glove compartment. I mean." "Jan. thought I'd grab some breakfast before the next weirdo requires my services. hot mouth. Pete was traitorously enjoying the attention." "Quiet today. "I'm new to the neighborhood." "Yeah ― those weirdoes can be demanding. so I bravely endured― 114 . not the weirdo. uh …Donut shop." I warned." The window against my belly slid downward and the kerchief was deposited in my waiting (sweaty) palm. huh?" "Yeah. "Mmmmmmm (slurp). please. My new sweat pants were the expensive kind with its own fly ―no zipper of course." "You do that― Thanks." She paused to comment: "Suck― I'm sucking. just to establish a sense of ownership and I-belong-here appearance to things.
"She would like to hear what a great time I'm having for my birthday. Lover. I was almost―" 115 . It was all I could do to keep my tail end stock still as waves of urgency awakened. They couldn't see anything. So did Jan. It's always such a turnon to feel her lips embracing my shaft." I discovered Pete nodding nakedly his hearty agreement to Jan's sudden retreat and announcement. I lifted that hand. just a few more revolutions. with far more fervor. I buffed my car and grinned. and its over the next hill … "Ooooh! NO―" "Well. still wet with lubrication to wave by our friendly party couple. The sun was glaring blindingly …so I thought. I continued polishing …one hand above and the other below. just to ponder the eternal meaning of my next contribution to the furtherance of Janice's folly― Please. even had they thought to lob a parting glance backward through the windshield. like a wellmachined piston inside its oiled casing. My own chin sunk onto the arm atop the car. I couldn't really move from my posture without looking more suspicious. Though I did lend my left hand finally to cradle my wife's dribbling jaw." "But Janice. the sacrifices of husbandhood. They had turned and finally caught us up.Revenge Oh. I think I'll go call my mother. but who could care now? The appetite of my loins had already gone to my head ―no more room for prudish timidity.
while the caller chattered safely in possession of the phone and the private booth. They have phones. "You can't rouse that kind of― NEED. with loads of interest for your Lady Luck. Dear. fully dressed in exterior. She offered explanation while conducting me down the sidewalk: "I'm not filing it away.. But you see. I promise" "It doesn't really work that way you know.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "I know.. and then just file it away. Jan towed me straight past that temptress to stand at an occupied phone booth. I'll put my pants on." "I've never seen you like this." "Didn't know your little home-body was such a gambler. if you want to stuff my friend back into his hideaway …for future reference . My mature mate squirmed and danced impatiently like a bladder-infected four-year-old. There was an attractive woman seated at table. 116 . Dear." Janice locked the car doors and climbed out onto the sidewalk. seductively shuffling a deck of cards." (She grasped my aching jack-handle through the fabric) "He'll be spilling a jackpot all over the floor. By the time we're through with Petie. huh?" The first thing we saw inside the bus station was another row of slot machines. This Slave Day present was a wonderful idea. this little nestegg of ours . I knew better what did not lie underneath. while obeying orders no less. I'm not finished with you yet. just investing in the future.." She stuck her head out the window: "There's a bus station. it was the only one on that wall without a line of waiting public.." I protested.
my Slave Love. 117 . I wasn't about to do that― not on her birthday. "I mean . But no.Revenge When the stranger hung up. at least. I supposed it was her mother she was talking to. turning to the matronly woman at my back. Her face was flushing and edges of the window into her booth were getting rather fogged. A line had already formed behind me― Bus must have unloaded. where I could barely see her knees were I to press right up and look down. with only my bodily bull-doggedness to stand guard against her arrest. So I set my shoulder to the door and got up on my toes where I could peep right down to her toes. gathered her things and slipped out: "Finally!" Jan breathed and pushed through the door." And she left me a sloppy kiss on the mouth before shutting the door between us (yet another booth). but it looked suspicious when I began to see more of her tongue licking reddened lips than uttering speech." She couldn't hear me through the glass. but the public standing in line behind me could certainly hear. "Just stand out here on guard for a few minutes …patiently. "Jan! You Dolt― You're going to get us in trouble." I stuttered. I turned back to stare worriedly down upon my oblivious wife." was the patient answer. "She's taking too long.. she was no doubt fulfilling one of her fantasies." "Must be important. I should just walk outside and wait safely for somebody else to sound the alarm.. right there in public splendor. Yes. The window was high up.
Poor Ol' Pete. fingers pushed back into the crevice 118 .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Meanwhile. Jan had dropped the phone and caught it deftly between her knees. I'm gonna have to get down on this sassy lady …can't stand much more of the suspense― I jumped to attention again as the phone booth door was kicked open from the inside. watch for her. even considering the noisy bus terminal environment. while leaning back against the back wall and stretching both legs to the limit of their confines. I overcame a vague fear that his dribbles would be noticed sweating through the fabric of my pants. I could almost wish to be listening by phone from another booth to the utterances spilling unheeded into that lonely phone set. That's right― her celebrated cotton sweat pants were pushed all the way down to ankles. But then. I had to slip my own tingling hand into a pocket just to arrange room for his expanding discomfort (for discretion's sake. of course. the view couldn’t be called unpleasant. strands of mucus being woven up and down by her stiffened fingers. of course). so that both hands could play together. One hand was wedged down between the cheeks of her ass bulging shamelessly from behind polished thighs. I could imagine what the plastic of her stool must be feeling like.) The phone was sandwiched between shoulder and chin. The only spot of light from overhead fell dead center upon the sloppy wedge of matted pubic hair. (I guess the pockets weren't deep enough after all. sticking to the sweaty skin of her bare buns. I couldn't see …or rather.
Revenge while thumb spiraled in and out of the gabbing mouth of her sex ―the only mouth within talking distance of the phone. the explosive success.. She pressed upon it the full extent of its capacity. gave a jiggle of inward delight..” I finished it for her." “Empty. so good …but so . But I knew that I must have her alone somewhere soon― “…for Pete's sake!” 119 . then: "Oh. Ted! I need you― AH!! So good. she was holding it in for just a tad.
. The seat was shorter there to accommodate the commode closet. let's take the bus. hissing in my ear when the bus started moving. Jan could be very discreet." "No! .." "Sure. BEACH PARKS ." "Oh―.. Perhaps it was a demand. DEPARTING FIVE MINUTES . 121 . so we had a measure of privacy ―unless someone happened to look backward. One white-haired lady was shuffling toward us with the help of a cane and a bulky bag to counterbalance her progress. All the passengers weren't even settled yet in their seats.Revenge II The loud speaker announced the impending bus departure. She ushered me quickly to the back of the bus. "Shove your hand down the back of my pants." It sounded like a harmless enough birthday request. BEACH PARK My wife swirled about to head me off at the door. I mean." she ordered." I answered reasonably. Even then they would have to be standing right above us to discover any cause for suspicion. even if insatiable. Jan squatted up for a moment upon her feet to allow room for my hand to fish its way down the crack of her rear. "Let's go to the beach.... "The car is down the block.
Good thing our new Old Lady friend had only a port hole view between seats. how 'bout some friendly intercourse. Pubic hair was scratching my thumb. You stay and keep that boyfriend of yours out of trouble..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane The old woman thought Jan had stood for her benefit: "No. aimed directly at me. "Oh! Well. I wonder if I could persuade Jan to join me in the John? "My daughter is pregnant with her fifth..." the woman confided. They usually have eyes and ears only for each other these days. "Well." "DOWN . Dearie!" She pointed to an empty chair across the aisle." Jan responded .. Surely she can't see anything but our faces. Jan's hips were rocking forward and back atop my bridled hand ... on my hand.Further. "I don't understand what possessed 122 .more like a pony than a bus ride. It was getting a bit sticky between my legs as well.meaning my hand. I held my thighs tightly together to insure Pete's modesty beneath loose pants. "It's not often you find a young couple interested in conversation with an Old Bitty like me." Janice sat down. shall we? Any topic you prefer to engage?" She had bright darting giggly blue eyes. "I'll be just fine right here. no. my upper hand and wrist were getting slick with the rest of her. I don't mind if I do. "You mean conversation …" I mumbled back ―for Jan's benefit― though she was acting rather preoccupied." And the woman got up to travel back to the seat directly in front of us.
Is Janice even listening? "Excuse me. What a sticky . You know why. how many do you plan to have?" Jan yawned and shifted her weight to the other buttock: "Thousands―" she murmured.) "Is your wife expecting?" "My wife?" "Yes.. young man. "Well. don't you?" Old Lady winked conspiratorially.” "Oh! How wonderful―" Just as Janice stiffened and exhaled and collapsed against me. do you?" I had no comment other than raising my eyebrows.. she seems to have that glow of new motherhood about her." "Uh." she seemed to complete my thought. I guess I do know why. the elder woman shifted to get a better look: "How sweet― though it looks to be some months yet before the next one. (I was feeling about as rude as Jan looked. Jan's eyes were rudely shut. 123 .Revenge II her to have so many. I managed to extricate my hand and arm from under her sated seat. Dearie? Then. well ―she’s certainly expecting something― at any moment. I presume you've had some already?" "Oh yes …" Jan moaned and nodded and snuggled closer into my side: "Hundreds.
. "Don't I get something to read?" "I will read it to you― Besides you're gonna be too busy.fail." Jan ordered. Poor Pete was not happy when I quickly helped her pull the sweat pants back up." She stood back to appraise my hand work. "That's it." The beach itself was almost deserted." Janice got a familiar gleam in her eye then. Just a few sun bathers staked at odd intervals.." "And what's my reward if I don't . Jan picked us a spot just above the high tide mark and dropped her bundle.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Okay Slave. Buster. Down!" For a promise of 'good behavior' I allowed her to pose me prostrate on my back along the bottom of the 124 . Maybe she wants to bake clams for dinner. where Jan quickly found us a couple towels. turned suddenly and bent a bared ass to my face. She glanced around. I had no idea what to expect. now make it longer. a visor and a likely looking romance to read." "Am I digging my own grave?" "Only if you fail to co-operate. Ted. My heart was beating too hard to let me comment. it is time to earn your keep. but I wasn’t about to argue. I got us a bag of friedchicken and coleslaw for lunch. Jan was late noticing the lifeguard jeep as it appeared from round the point down the beach. "Quick." We exited our bus at the beach shopping park. "Start digging. "Not too deep.
since I had neglected to bring her swim things? "You could have bought a bikini where you got the towels." "What is?" "You'll see. though she didn't bother to bury me completely. Hope it isn't too hot in there. pray." "And where. But I forbore without comment aloud. Wise Guy. stop it. "I've always wanted to do this. You're gonna be working hard. 125 . jabbed my gut with her foot." "Do what?" She paused suspiciously." But I couldn't see much." On my back? Then she spread both towels over me. This is my fantasy. I started to protest when Jan pulled up sleeves and pant legs and shirt bottom to bare everything she could without actually stripping. But as she said. so the crack of their meeting ran from nose to my navel and between my legs. A few artful kicks of sand filled the cracks around me. "Oh. "Now don't move. side to side along my length. would I change?" I could dig you a changing tunnel.Revenge II hole. how else could I expect her to get any sun." "Shhh― I don't want anyone to know what I've got hidden. I'm just going to hide that gorgeous hulk of yours for awhile. Then she sat down … "OOOMPH.
I couldn't withhold a moan of reluctant agreement. Petie likes it .Don't you. The tide is on its way in. Buddy?" The engine noise was almost upon us." "Jan!" "Don't worry Big Boy. "You might want to move your towels further back." She paused to demonstrate. you― Just what do you take me for?" Janice shifted and swiveled on her tail in order to stretch herself now. though she didn't eat any herself." 126 . "Excuse me. belly down and elbows straddling my hip bones. "Jan― Look about. The sound of an engine and gear shifting drifted down to where I lay imprisoned. I could feel suspicious movement in Pete's vicinity. I think we got …" "What― Company?" Jan sat up and dropped her book atop my rebel member. I intend to work up an appetite.. Miss... "You need the energy." "Hello.no more than if I were licking a sucker or chewing a stick of jerky." Jan replied in her pleasant public voice. "Besides." "Out here in public?" I hardly dared wonder what she meant.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Jan got out our lunch and fed me some bites. "You Beast.. I could see nothing but her bare calves. then cool air on the tip of his nose. I won't look suspicious . "I'm having my dessert before lunch while I read a chapter. At least one member of this body thought so. A strange male voice heralded from down by the surf.
"Hate to see any uncomfortable visitors.Revenge II "Oh thanks― I don't mind wet feet. though. Wifey? "Well. "I see ." "Time to go. The jeep engine revved. A bit late in the day for a sweat suit. No one's likely to complain anyway. Joe! You didn't see that …and neither did I." Janice exhaled loudly. Keep your pants …" What was that? Whose pants where? They were too far off for me to have overheard the rest of his order." "It is getting warm... there isn't much of a crowd.discreet." "Oh." Jan stated safely." What about my wet head. he's around here somewhere. "Too bad your husband stayed behind. A final pause― I was sure I heard the man shrug." Mr Lifeguard paused.. are you still clothed? What were those guys 127 . At least. And I certainly won't be back this way for another hour or so.. and I spied a flash of skin. not if one is . but Jan's prostrate body wouldn't let mine rise. Jan shifted again.. Enjoy!" Grinding gears almost drowned out his laughter and final comment as they departed: "Hold your seat. Certain of my husbandly sensitivities were aboil: "Jan!” I tried to wiggle up to a posture more suited for discussion. "Jan..And you were determined to make the beach scene with or without him?" "Determined. Another male voice gasped. my husband forgot to pack my swim wear." "Yeah. it might cool you off anyway. If it weren't a public beach ." (Another pause― What is he getting at?) "However.
Pete's quivering answer to Jan's overtures was filling my own brain with fireworks. "Mmmmm― Don't let him come too soon. How romantic …" "Janice. where were we.." Jan distributed her whole weight over me. A wisp of breeze chilled his little brain. It burned deeply and set my gonads to aching. gripping right down under his fleshy beard at the neck joint." "It feels …" "Yes?" "Ah! It's the wildest …" "Keep talking.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane talking about?" I couldn't see anything different. Slave.. "Oops! My friend has been dribbling on my book.No― Oh!" I barely managed to utter it. "Stay right were you are. "This is really a good book. How can I possibly hold back after all she's put us through? Then she was squeezing. But a musky smell arose to mix with the sea smell. That's an order. My brain whirled. secure as shackles. Now. Don't you like my attention? I would think you'd be thankful that you finally get some." And Jan redoubled her oral attentions as if to mock her own demand. Pete was no longer covered. Want to hear some?" "Uhm ." Little devil! She knows I can't talk or think when she does that. She choked out Pete's insistence. are you sure nothing looks suspicious?" "Let me worry about that. "My birthday ain't over yet. 128 . Love?" Suddenly.
. the lights dimmed. "Don't worry. put it under your head. at least some hundreds of feet away …bare feet. "Open up. WE could get arrested. as a matter of fact. I'd never seen them before in my life." She giggled. They didn't mind it.This is a public beach! You― I mean. 129 ." Jan was on all fours. "But ." And as my lips received hers. talking at me with her head hung down through the arch of her parted legs. and I intend to come out of―. Jan's discarded sweat pants were ceremoniously draped over and about." Jan wasn't wearing a stitch..." "Now. That's hardly fair. You've got more work to do. I did the rest after they'd gone. And I will cover your head along with my tail. veiling the subject or our vigil from burning eyes and sun. Slave. Nobody's gonna think a thing about it." "Except for your lifeguard buddies. "Did you ." "I've had more covered up than most ladies on the beach. "Jan! Where's your shirt―?" "Here. anybody else is miles away― Well." Janice sat up heavily atop my heaving chest. "Bet we see them again. Ted.in front of those lifeguards?" "Just my shirt― and with my back turned ." Then I could see everything....Revenge II "Okay― My turn." "Jan―.mostly." "Enough talk!" My mouth was stopped abruptly by the damp musk and hair of her perineum.
" Don't you sit up! I thought loudly at her and moaned for further emphasis. I could feel her taut. as if over the wake of a passing ship. One of my feet had escaped its cover. Suddenly Jan lifted her torso. "The girl in the book's got her man stripped down.. This is my birthday. "She itches. twisting body hair into stitchy knots." Jan rocked herself from side to side.Ah! …while sitting on his face... The girl in this book is getting it too. "You're not . more― more― MORE... Ted.. ALL the way. Except they're out in a boat. Feels good . It won't STOP. She dropped the book and thrust both hands past the waist band of my pants. I'm at least gonna see Petie get ready. Ow― scratch her with your teeth. and with a wrenching pull and twist. But I hardly cared now who might notice. grinding her mucousy crotch into my jaw. Yes.right where it― OUCH." 130 . "She's sitting up and paddling around . Pete sprang back with a smack against my own naked waist. she pushed my pants down to my knees." Without regard for his entrapment in the fly.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Suck! Oooh― yeah. sweating nipples press and scrape into my exposed belly." "We're going all the way." She had my head in a vice. "Oh yeah. She had Pete grasped again by the throat." The towel had pulled away between us and my own shirt ridden up to my chest.
Deeper. so…" Her gyrations slowed and Jan lay still. yeah! Give him more squeezes. "She finally tossed the oars overboard and impaled 131 . she turned and dropped her body back down. it ached awfully! "Tell me more about your book. Oh. Surely my wife appeared no more sacrificial of her flesh to sun than any other dame on the beach ―except perhaps for the press and play of her pelvis round my hidden maypole." I need distraction." "NO― No." And with grunts and breathy exhales she managed to twist up and back from the waist. "Squeeze him. Jan. "Again. Oh it burns! So SWEET." "I'm getting close." "I'm coming. Jan. Only the seagulls were apt to observe our position now. Then having hastily readjusted her towels. Ted. Her fingers clawed their way down my shaft and pinched my plumbing back into submission. though it ached. but it was like the perpetual motion of ocean waves impossibly suspended on video.Revenge II Janice sat up again. snatching her shirt out from under my head. stop him! I will STOP him. face to face." "Like that?" "Yeah. More― MORE. She smothered my further remarks with fresh kisses while adjusting her pelvis to mine and arranging her pants in less unlawful array. push further― AAAHHH. Ted. I'm going again. Lover. Pete abandoned himself to the dance. The burning backflow was not unpleasant. Oh.
" "Did they get caught?" "She put her shirt back on and waived them off." "The lady in the book screamed. He was kneading her sweaty breasts when she came. She squealed until the shoremen sent out a rescue boat." "Like you.. so refreshing not to worry about kids overhearing our passion. "Mmmmmm." "Maybe they got bored. Jan did." "Of what?" "Oh. huh?" I hadn't noticed the jeep engine noise growing closer. I don't know." Oh." "What did you say?" "I want a mouth full of your chest flesh. It hasn't been an hour. and so abandoned one teat in anxious quest for its twin.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane herself." "Mmmm― Give me suck. They figured she was alone and kind of crazy. "Make her scream it. "They're back early. Almost sunk the boat. I pressed its ripeness with my tongue and swallowed the fine stream of milk that tickled the back of my throat― only a couple squirts." She lifted her shoulders to present a flushed tit.gladly. Jan." "Oh . she rocked him so hard." "Taste good? My itch is coming back.." "Or wanted to reassure themselves." 132 . but I longed for more of the sweet-sour nectar. My insides fluttered as it brushed a trail of love-juice over my cheek and plunged past my thirsty lips.
FASTER … Janice paused― then SQUEALED pure satisfaction to the sky. Mam. You look just fine― Right. Hero. "You're sure it wasn't the seagulls?" "Well.. I didn't see a thing." 133 . If that don't turn some heads.. Somebody cried out― Did you hear from which direction?" Jan had her head propped up on crossed arms. We killed the engine. "Don't worry... She thrust a free hand down under between our bellies and began kneading herself in earnest entreaty of another orgasm. Her exclamation dulled my ears and startled to noisy flight the seagulls that had been foraging peacefully nearby.. I think she made a show of looking about.closer up this time. covered my face with the towel. "I'm watching them― Ooh! This feels wonderful . it couldn't have been you.Now.it BURNS.. You never can tell with them seagulls. Hold still! She’s climbing . The jeep engine was coming near and the gears ground it to another halt . oh! I'm COMING― Push deeper . "Excuse me... Are those guys watching? Then I asked it aloud. just in case they call again. Joe?" His buddy piped up nervously: "Oh. Jan?" But Janice pushed my head back down and to one side. Mam.Revenge II "What did you mean by that.. We can see. hold him up for me.. nothing will." Jan mumbled. Ted .it ITCHES. That's it― AHH.
" (The jeep engine started up again. of my civil senses warned me that something indecent loomed overhead ―for just a moment.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "This is Joe's first day on the job. huh?" Jan was fumbling with her pant legs. at least. I was kind of showing him around.. "Lovely view today.. "Excuse me. Jan sat up and began fumbling with her shirt. huh. But one. "He wasn't very nice to me yesterday." "Breeze comin' on. Finally the first guard cleared his throat." "I suppose I should get up and put them on. I couldn't see a thing with the towel still over me." Suddenly my diaphragm was caved in by the focused weight of the body atop me." "Yeah? What do you think." Then she slid off me onto sand and stood up. The human squeak coming from the jeep's direction was a good enough clue also. You didn't see nothin' . The movement pulled the towel off my face just enough for 134 . Joe?" "I―" "I know. "Hold still!" Jan hissed in my face. Mam?" "Oh― I was just saying that I feel a CHILL." My penis was still deep inside my wife's sopping canal ―all I could do to keep from scratching my own itch with a few hip strokes and swivels. Joe?" "Didn't see it― nope. Good thing you brought those sweats after all.Well. so you might say I've been getting a bit of revenge.) "… I guess your husband missed out on your congenial company today.
Revenge II me to see my strange lover yank her waistband up over bare buns and wave farewell to the lifeguards. Ted. It's my birthday. pray. 135 . I was up― towels flung several feet to each side. not without you here to protect my virtue." "I would never do such a thing. I'd call that an exhibition. "Why don't you just set back against your side of our love nest― I will sit across from you here. Teddy. but a certain rush of blood from loins to brain cells as I pulled up my pants." "Wasn't it exciting?" I was at a loss for the right words." Again no words. huh?" I must have hesitated. I had an answer.. no matter how you shake yours. "Oh. "And what. But Jan didn't answer. I was here all right. and . "Come on. Don't tell me you didn't get a rise out of that 'little scene' as you call it. Ted …at least. remember?" Jan wiggled her bare toes toward my aching crotch and began clawing at the looseness of my sweat pants.. "Maybe we'll see you again?" he called back. Let's indulge in a little more exhibition just for one another this time. am I supposed to make of that little scene?" "I was cold― had to put something on." She giggled again. I can see Petie nodding his head. "Come on. And as soon as the jeep engine faded down the beach a ways." "If I didn't know your inhibitions better.
I SEE it!" She quickly got up on her knees. Under my own cross-eyed gaze. "Let me hear what it feels like. With a quick glance at the perimeter of our space.. Nobody can see.. Jan it's―.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Pull it down.Oh look at that! I think there's a spoon with the coleslaw. Oh I see it. "Here . mine is waking up again.. Globs of semen were puddling in and round my navel. then I will. 136 ." "Mmmmmmmmmmmm .." "It's coming. and began pawing at her cooled mound of pubic extravagance." "That's it . past her knees.." "Jan!" She slid her own pants down again.she―" Jan was rolling her head about stiffened shoulders in feverish heat. I'm getting warmer . Ted.... One of my feet was drawn like a magnet to tease their brazen roundnesses. I abandoned my own inhibitions for the day: If she don't finish her wifely duty. With one hand she pulled her top up past those blinking breasts.Oh.. Pete was working up a spasm of delight. I sqeeeeeeezed the life out of him― wrenched his rock hard neck and . "AAAAAAHHHH.she's . keeping wide eyes glued to my throbbing instrument." Janice rummaged with one hand into our lunch sack.. no mind for the breeze on her butt..." Jan swallowed and let her head fall back. I could no longer keep my palm off poor Pete. "Ted.
maybe we should call them?" "I dare you!" "Stand up― Well. Ted. with her spoon held aloft in triumph." She kept scraping up driblets of white seed. Pull up your pants if you have to. "Let's see now." “What?" I held up my right hand." She began spooning the sop from my belly. right? And two to evaporation.. all right.. "What are you doing.two .. Walking back through the shops along the beach. I couldn't keep the grin from creeping up to my face. Jan" Shouldn't we be making ourselves decent?" "Just a minute . "You satisfied yet with your revenge?" "Oh. I'd say almost two full ounces of―. one question nagged at me.Revenge II "There! Now hold out your hand.three. this is incredible. I went to see just how long you've been saving this up for me." My wife seemed to have had enough of the beach for one birthday." I did us the favor of pulling hers up also as she stood aloft into plain sight." She grabbed one of mine. still palm up and loaded to 137 ." My right palm was full of wet goo." "Then I can dispose of your little collection here. Two teaspoons to a table. perhaps. "Seven …and about a half.. "Now cup it … like this." "Since when were we trying for the Guinness record?" "Well.
." "WE were just making up. Joe "No..for the kids." "At whose expense?" "This one's on me." A familiar voice hailed us from the bus stop. Didn't see a thing. One of the shops there had a little leaded crystal bottle that will keep it just right. We had the pleasure of seeing your wife on the beach.. along with your bowling trophies." "Oh. Ted. where we were headed. remember? And don't you dare spill a drop. It's the Missus and ." "Forever and ever . I watched it." “Then after an early dinner and a bath. You only have to hold it until we get back to the hotel. "And don't worry. Joe." "But―" "It's my trophy.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane the brim with liquid. I will help you find our hotel bed for a makeup romp. Sprouted from your loins.. I didn't― Uhn'uh!" "We were on guard duty. Ted. "Hey. "This is Ted . "This precious body fluid of yours.. "Maybe I'll display it on the mantle at home." Jan explained with a bright smile. Just pretend you're holding a sand crab or something . but it's yours." "Great conversation piece. 138 .. here. you know?" She hung closely to my crooked arm.." I mused sarcastically." Jan cordially volunteered my introduction. Didn't we.. my missing husband." "Yes Sir. not me.
" "Guard her well. I'm glad to have finally made your acquaintance. "Put it THERE. free for the takin'." 139 . You know. this one is expensive. with a knowing glance at Jan. "Well. "And believe me." "I think so." I suggested. mate." "Well.Revenge II I was almost as nervous as Joe." Joe was looking the other way. good thing I was there to protect your property. Ha-ha. She's a treasure. Ted. "There's always a price. Sir. Otherwise. Joe here ―new on the job and everything― might have mistaken your Missus for one of them others." My throat caught when I saw our lifeguard extend his right hand.
” Ted was changing the subject. It was there waiting for us on the door of our hotel room in a gilded envelope. Now Ted was looking a bit red-faced. How can an otherwise intelligent man be so dense at times? "You know: Self-respect.” Outside the hotel gift shop: 141 . reputation. "I didn't see anybody you know.and I DON'T mean just money. even though it was free. "Well.Room with a View "I didn't enter your name. It's probably just a bottle of champagne or one of those cheap compact cameras.ENDURING PRINCIPLES." (Ted was looking rather sheepish while I explained. "All right." I conceded. "I only hope it doesn't really cost us anything . Isn't it funny how we keep running into them?” "Let's go pick up your prize. none too subtly.. "Well you never know. once I fix my hair.. glancing beggingly back and forth from claim ticket to my face.." Ted still looked uncomprehendingly back at me..” I spit it at him for emphasis.” That's what he kept telling me. modesty .) "That banquet was VERY expensive. Janice― I swear it." Ted parried. And that one couple knows us now. I've never won a prize before.
probably just dropped it on the floor under our table. "But first. I suppose we should take you back to my examination room. A name-tag with my name on it was stapled to the receipt. "So." I fumbled with the video disk." "What?" "Did you pay extra for this?" There wasn't even a neighbor's window to reflect landscape. My tag ―at least the one that my devoted husband had pinned to my breast― it looked entirely different. "I guess they must have found your (ahem) OTHER name tag somewhere and just put it in the pot for the door-prize drawing. "Some view.” I snatched the camcorder from Ted's paws. "I suppose that makes me guilty?” "Let me load this thing and we'll immortalize your confession. sky or water. I pulled drapes from the window.. huh?” Ted was glowing as he tore the packing from my new Sony Camcorder.” That was Ted's theory. So I thought first to test the camera upon the said view. though he left out the slight-of-hand part where he swapped tags and ditched the original . I 142 . Ted had worn a tag just like it at the prior evening's banquet.. just a little ledge with a pair of pigeons nesting. the innocent party wins in the end. "Hah!" Nothing but the side of the next building could be seen.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Cheap compact camera." We hadn't yet spent much time in our room― the one that Ted so proudly declared was specially requested for ‘the view’. Teddy.
not really out of sorts. when this guy (probably a bellhop of some sort) appeared grinning (spoke broken English)." Ted mused.. "But that clerk . Okay.” Ted spun me round to face him (and my 143 .You were waiting in the car―” "Naked. The male pigeon was doing a little dance for his mate.. "I think he said the neighbor was attending the same banquet― and then he handed me the room key.and I knew I was late. and I tried to explain that my wife was waiting―" "Naked …” ". "Janice. "The clerk guy said something else―" Ted's voice took on a Latin color: "Neighbor like view too .. "I told you.." I zoomed close in on iridescent feathers..Room with a View focused the camera at them for now.well.I was in a bit of a rush . but then he did when I made binoculars with my hands. it is all a big advertisement." I muttered. whatever big pigeons do to make little pigeons. I'm not paying a thing. it was free ―and here we are.. "Pigeons― there's a pair out here getting ready to . "I wonder how pigeons do it?" "Do what?” Ted had no idea what the view he had troubled to reserve actually was..okay?” "What's that supposed to mean?" "Don't know.” I zoomed back out again. "…and the desk clerk wasn't there. but couldn't we have a room with a romantic view? He didn't understand at first. and he grinned and said..” "And here we are!" I echoed..” Ted puzzled..
.” "What― to make little pigeons?” Ted backed away further. Turn toward the camera.” I was advancing on him (unlike most of female nature) and feeling horny in an animal sort of way." Ted admitted.show us what's under your feathers.." he continued.” Ted shed the last of his feathers while I zoomed in again on his backside. "But now. "I never knew my wife was so visually excitable ―before this weekend. My own ‘feathers’ were in the way..” "Nothing wrong with watching Nature.” It wasn't long before his malehood stood fully erect 144 . Mate ..show us your feathers . "Yes! I want to immortalize your ‘rise’ to fame― Wow! Never seen one of those on a bird before. "Perhaps I need some persuasion..” I paused the camera to let it adjust to low light. "ALWAYS. Ted backed up apprehensively: "What did you have in mind?” "Just a bit of Nature.You see?” "Oh― Let me SEE that excitement ..Come on. so I parted them... Birdie. turning to front side.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane camera was suddenly confused). "You look like you're spying on other hotel guests. that's all. so why don't you do a little dance for your mate?” I challenged. "Didn't she always excite you visibly?” It was hard to keep the camera steady while I pawed my tingling breasts. "You seem to be exciting me more by your visual excitement . like that pigeon Miss out there.” Ted lifted his wings while I began preening and parting his feathers too. "Come on.
This is a NATURE film.. Then I paused at a sudden inspiration: "Let's stop now and watch the tape.. "I mean― only a couple of pigeons and ." I offered.” "You want to work up your animal appetite?” I kind of liked the idea. "There's the lobby and lounge and poolside and exercise room and boardwalk―” "Okay.for Art's sake..” "Why don't we rewind and start fresh ―maybe a little scenery outside before we get . My femalehood was very sticky under what remained of my plumage. 145 .” I finished for him: "…another pigeon. "Do you know how to hook this thing up to the TV?” "Janice―” He was protesting.” Ted was growing excited again.” I passed the camcorder to him and glared. I caught him many times sneaking clips of my human nature.Room with a View ... don't you erase my pigeons. "You haven't hardly got (swallow) anything worth watching yet.and excited. doesn't it?” "And my pigeons. "But one rule― Only Nature. He explained. "That includes humankind." he mused. this is a great place to focus on the human form ....well.” I could never be sure what my husband was aiming at or when he was actually filming. What would my husband's taste in erotic scenery look like? "I mean.” "WHAT?” Ted cried. while his animal excitement drooped. remember?” "Nature. intimate.
"Also.. Boy.” My hand rose distractedly to my own naked neck. remember?” But between sessions..table legs? "Ted. "Well . Ted paused to describe some of the themes he had in mind..” "Oh really?” "Yes. "…the line along the back of the arm and down the trapezium ―ribs. what a mind! "Necks― men notice necks. But he did try to be discreet about it. a sort of collage of quick clips. What I couldn't follow was why ―with so much human nature about― why did he bother to waste film on flowers and birds and cars and flower vases and . "There is the 146 . What's with the furniture? I told you NATURE. thinking of all the time and expense (and pain) of constantly making up a face. also the lobby window on the walk to and from the pool.. hip and thigh― or round the shoulder blades and down the spine .. especially the line from under the ear down to the curve ―where the neck joins the shoulder. The lounge balcony overlooking the pool provided some of the best material (especially cleavages)..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane and several were the suspicious looks from others. He could zoom in from a distance and keep steady for short runs ―which was all he was really after. the row of hollows between the collar bone and shoulder muscles― Ah yes!" His camera and voice pursued the passing of a tank-topped blonde. waist.” Ted had to think about that.the crack of her―" "What about the face?” I interrupted.
feet and toes …and a few torsos. a bit nervously now.” There were several pair of female legs between us and the pool. Jaw lines? Were other men like mine. Ted was panning progress of a smartly dressed lady. and lowered the camera. It was a new world to me. "How so.” "Jaw line?” I could barely see my reflection in the smoked glass of the lobby window. "Inside or outside?” "Both― also those hollows where the calf joins the knee. Professor?" 147 . as he wasn't lingering on any single . (Strangely.leg. we undressed again and headed for the pool ―actually the jacuzzi.Room with a View jaw line. finding jaws sexy? What do they think we are: sharks? Later. "Take for instance the hollow between that belly and hip bone― It's utterly bewitching. I discovered myself thinking of table legs and car fenders. "What's all this about hollows. Nobody seemed to notice or care. "You know that hollow of the foot. So I compared jaw lines. where we sat and chatted while Ted got a ground view of human nature: lots of bare legs. and Ted was taking his time exploring them all. just north of the heel?” Ted mused.. He gestured toward the closest sunbather with his chin. I felt like the novice at the feet of a master." I ventured. "Well …" Ted paused. this male fascination for the detail of feminine form.." I palmed my own hip hollow beneath the bubbling water.) "So what's the focus now?” I probed.
.” Ted turned the camera to focus on mine just then. those hollows are very erogenous and ultra-sensitive?” And I wondered if Ted felt drawn by that wild call .” "Oh.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Well it sort of .. "Time for some 148 .." he announced. or even the balls of the feet. they are very sensitive to touch. or cheek. but― "Just how far do they go.’calls’ to be touched.and as you say. "But those aren't always so public.with their eyes. and the knees and calves. certainly. He ejected himself from the jacuzzi and gestured for me to follow." I verbalized academically. "But we are not really conscious of that." I ventured. "I suppose that I realize it. ". Those shadowy places accentuate the peachy round-nesses ...that particular one over there. like cleavages ―and yes.” "Oh. do they?” Of course I thought I knew that. It was so hot and dry that day that his trail disappeared before we reached it: "Exercise room.” "I always thought that men were most attracted by the swells..." He put the camera back to his eye.” "You realize. those butts and boobs. I mean?” Either Ted hadn’t heard the question or didn't wish to hear. you know. And you might say that the hollows are complementary to the swells..” Ted lowered the camera again and whispered his next comment conspiratorially: "Men touch with their eyes. "You know. the roundnesses ―like butts and boobs. "Where now. Teach?” I was following Ted’s drippy trail across the pool deck.
Ted pointed to an unoccupied weight machine: "You do some bench-presses while I take some pictures. undulating. helpless feeling. Ted was leaning casually against a pillar. contours ever-changing. form wrapped in glistening flesh.” Ted answered in poetic sing-song: "It's mesmerizing . pinned down by increasingly oppressive weights.a lot. What kind of talk was this? Was my husband. greeted by the vacant stares and scent of sweating bodies. flashing in and out of view.” I didn't really like bench-pressing ―flat on my back. then reaching ―yearning for release. with passing shots at other exercisers. Theodore the Jock. Then he settled back to aim the camera lens past my form to the less self-conscious activity of those around me. He finally crossed over to a bench behind me and suggested that I sit up for the pulley weights. lost in some kind of spiritual-artistic trance? No wonder history and sport and culture and religion and myth (and cars?) all seem determined to get tangled 149 .. he dropped all but one pound per pulley. but perhaps it would firm up my bust line. pivoting. collapsing.like silent music.” We ducked through an open door. view of the ceiling. "…bouncing you-know-whats. hollows expanding. Mercifully." I hissed back his direction.. "Lots of swells..Room with a View motion and rhythm. swells contracting.” I paused my exercise to stare back at Ted.. some men and several women were earnestly panting in tandem. pointing the camera my way . Seemed futile.
nor her body as to modern commercial television standards: She had pale freckled skin. and I followed his gaze to the various nearnaked bodies all around us.it was beautiful. neck and arms― poking right through the shirt. shoulders pressed to the mat and both knees pulled up to chest. I thought she'd never un-spring herself. What was I thinking? Ted dropped the camcorder to his lap (arms tired. torso. I guess).” The redhead had turned around. I just knew (without actually watching him) that Ted was noticing also how the woman’s nipples accented that rising arc ―thighs. some sags ―a bit boney― but with her torso stretched out like that in one smooth motion . was admired …and liking it. I had to peel away Ted’s eyes from view of her bottom end pointed our way. belly flattening and bosom expanding the limits of her cotton knit." I declared. even godly to behold. One woman kneeled upon the floor stretching. Ted. pelvis. They were really too busy to care or even notice our attentions ―probably thought we were merely exhausted from exercise. When her face finally turned toward us. The thin fabric of her body suit 150 . "Let's continue this little revoir back in our room.. arms reaching. I noted casually that her features weren't especially attractive. "I want your eyes on me now. as if she knew she was watched.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane up with human sexuality ―considering how that is the sort of thing commanding the less-practical side of male consciousness. toes curling. she slowly arched her back.. copper hair brushing the mat behind her.
" she whined. when he finally managed to grope blindly behind for the doorknob and shut out any neighborly view. "I don't want to miss it this time. We were too absorbed even to acknowledge our ubiquitous acquaintances from the banquet as they passed down the hall: Mr & Mrs Womens-underwear. We almost crushed the camcorder between our embrace while riding up the elevator. My own cleavages were sweating with anticipation of filling his lens first. They paused to glimpse us crossing to our room before disappearing round the hall corner. Mr Hollywood. when the elevator doors finally bounced open against Ted's leg. hungrily inhaling the musky scent released from teased male-sexed flesh. Ever since that infamous banquet night. as if they were late for a movie. and I knew that he longed to fill his lens with that perspective. George. dropped to my knees. "Shoulder your camera and march. I pinched his tense butt muscle with one hand and squeezed his testicles with the other.” 151 . "Okay. I was uninhibitedly (and compulsively?) seizing every opportunity to breach the limits of his modesty. Ted hadn't even closed our door when I turned. yanked down his swim trunks and swallowed his sweaty rod. The doors opened to our floor and began to close again when we failed to exit.Room with a View pulled tightly into the hollows and cleavages of a pantiless crotch. She glanced at us wide-eyed and pressed her hubby quickly forward." I sprouted to face him.
daring to bare sensitive armpits to the blast. I could feel my husband's attention focusing on my rear. pulling tight the ribbon of material until it disappeared into the folds of my crotch. so the floor would be a mess. stunned by the multiplied brightness of mirrors covering every wall. even back of the shower. I reached up to give my backless one-piece a little help. I felt a vibration in the wall (probably just air in the pipes) and chuckled. but there were plenty of towels. The shower door was not closed. I was suddenly inspired to shut off the hot. Then a breathless scream escaped my throat as I plunged into the frigid flow. While I bent over to play with hot and cold faucets. Then I wondered as the shower's mirrored wall seemed to glow for just a minute. I hate cold showers. Ted was obviously 152 . And happily. Returning attention to the shower. Ted was seated on the commode. and I spied in the mirror his camera aimed directly at me. I found a bar of soap and began slowly tracing every dip and swell: first with a corner of the soap bar and following with fingertips of my other hand. The whole room was electric with the intensity of our shared excitement.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane I flicked on the bathroom light. cold water wouldn’t steam up the mirrors or Ted’s camera lens. But the shock was soon over. Still wearing my swim suit. I heard a hissing inhale from Ted. so I turned the small of my back (another sensitive hollow) into the water. but I had a vision of our television screen filled with the goose bumps and color that cold water would raise on my skin.
the material became a firm cable pressing blessedly the length of my swelling clitoris and exposing red lips of a very excited vulva. then I grabbed at my navel for a wad of suit material and pulled it tightly against my crotch. With a slight twist. I turned my back to the mirror. resting my wet head against the mirror. "Glorious!" he exclaimed. I arched my body back to point the peaks of my glory straight up. He was aiming the camera again. though the water no longer felt cold.under the spray of a tropical fountain. Then I pulled both arms through their straps and began slowly peeling nylon skin from the paleness of fleshy globes. He sat back down and with spare hand gripped his rod like an airplane control stick. facing Ted instead.. His warm caresses shivered my whole body once again. I hadn't noticed his talonned hand reaching for another pair of blossoms. the glass shower door was etched with a pattern of Hawaiian hyacinths and long-beaked hummingbirds. Rosy stems ached to be 153 . In fact. "Like a jungle flower in bloom―” ". my head and hair lolled back under the spray. this time at the swells of my fruited chest. eyes unfocused skyward. following every artistic stroke. his tongue outstretched into folds of my petalled sex. Reaching the insides of my legs." I continued his thought.. Ted paused the camera then and leaned eagerly forward. The warmth of Ted's attention suddenly vacated my lower section. Ted left his seat to pull a macro close-up my inches from the action.Room with a View zooming in on this action. when my nipples tingled an alarm in my brain.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane pinched again or pressed. Ted scooped up the camcorder and was filming my grip on his joystick when I heard it the first time: [Knock. lower half now ―but I gently pressed him away and shut off the water." Ted reached for some toilet tissue. and so I teased with one hand while gripping my clitoral reign with the other. It wasn't the front door." I warned. knock] I paused our progress before the bed. meanwhile embracing my arched back and pressing his penal attention upward. hadn't nursed a baby for months. "Ah!" Ted cried out. Its soft warmth was very welcome after the chill of an open room on wet nakedness. thump] "THERE― Ted. Then I grabbed his nosey penis. "It's probably just our neighbors humping it against the wall. The tip of his penis was beet red with urgency. (This visual excitement was stirring my body chemistry to new extremes. stepped out of the tub and began leading him out to the bedroom. "You're going to ruin the camera.” 154 . Juice had burst forth from a strawberry teat. thump.” I was still curious: "It was coming from our bathroom. [Thump.) Ted deposited the camera and attached his mouth to suck loudly at the offending fruit. the sound had come from the rear of our room rather ―the bathroom? Ted hadn't noticed. what's that knocking noise?” He fell atop me. "You're squirting me ―AND the camera. pushing us both to the bed. He was clawing at my covering again.
just like I was about to do.. "Yours too. "Ooh!" I interrupted my soliloquy. arms and chest. I didn't want to spend all my excitement in one burst ." "Who are our neighbors ―did you seen them?” But Ted explained that the room opposite that wall would be entered from another hallway." and I arched again while that animal began slurping my most private cleavage.) "I saw them going round the hall of this floor. He was roughly parting the halves of my peachy rear and prying at the 155 . glanced again at the camera abandoned on the bed stand with a very impatient look in his eye.” (This was actually a game of mine: playing with my lover's mind while he tried to concentrate on mindless sex. "So they're doing it in the bathtub. I didn't really care. "I wonder if it's our ‘Panty and Hose’ acquaintances. I don't know when my swim suit disappeared.Room with a View "HA!" Ted chortled. It was pure delight to torture him thus while he devoured my nether end in beastly abandon. His tongue buried itself deep in my vaginal cave. you show-off. you know. Besides. He was wildly nipping the swells and licking the hollows down my neck.” "I'm surprised they stuck around after witnessing your various exhibitions. he pivoted from there to swing his whole torso round and prod my cheek with a stiff penis.or so I patiently preached: Slow and gradual wins the prize. I turned to delicately handle his intrusion and began licking while I chatted ―like snacking socially on hot beef-on-a-stick." Ted sat up to study his next move..
.. of course . My lover was doing it so very right and thoroughly. use a finger there― YES! Press it ―AHH― two fingers.. for instance . lonely little housewaif.. chanting husbandman out there in Machissimo-land. 156 .My pleasure was the desire of every gawking.” I had a knot of his hair in one fist.Ted. grinding my saddle into his face.. taming this beast into submission..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane pit with his tongue. The ones I've seen look like a little flying saucer with a blinking red light …Ow! But this one ―OOOSH-h-h-haaa― It looks more like a motorcycle helmet with a green light .Did you notice our smoke alarm. My sphincter began to spasm. Ted's hips were bucking against my jaw. all MINE and the envy of every other UNfulfilled.. making it extra difficult to focus on verbal prattle: "That smoke alarm. applauding. Bet you've never seen one quite like it― Look. piping our performance out to a big screen in another room full of cheering spectators: loyal fans of our every thrust. I daydreamed that the half-globe over our bed was actually a hidden camera. expertly and deeply. Teddy? Its battery lasts a year or more. right here.. thumping. And I. OH! And the light. I was imagining that the smoke alarm was not an alarm at all when the wave of primal energy began shocking and rocking my frame.I want you to observe that it isn't blinking at all. I interrupted our discussion to bite the base of his horn. up over our bed. Ted ..as I sat up on my knees to ride one last buck from my bronco's face . buck and wiggle. mine. Just a little harder ―THERE― and we would BE there..
. and arrested all motion. Ted.” "Who?" Ted was close to climax now. Ted.." I kicked one of his knees away and pulled my own up between his legs. YES― My tits. I could hear the wild applause of our audience buzzing in my ears: "Encore― ENCORE. But I was abruptly knocked down onto my back again to become bucking heifer under a rodeo clown. That exposed the details of our expert sport for all those jealous eyes. "What― are― you― talking―” He inhaled. Even I could see with my head propped on a pillow― the well-oiled piston action of Ted's bucking machine. my Hero.here. not now." he begged." I shouted with them.. Theodore!" I cheered. oops …" My face. to dismount and wave to my public.. RIGHT THERE― My other. "Back up. "Show them what a real bull― I mean. Strands of love-goo stretched and snapped back. "No way!" Ted pulled his face stickily from my bosom. holding tightly with his knees." I could feel the glow emanating from between our tangled bodies. "Not again. "Give it to them. I grabbed the back of my thigh to pull a leg back against one breast. 157 . his whole body ready to burst with triumph.Room with a View Then I reigned in my bull. "Mmmmmmm . my hair." I commanded. "You are blocking the view . my mouth." I urged as he panted and thrust." I encouraged. "Pull it out and come all over me― My belly. "But they want more. what a MAN can do. "Spray me. swelled his cheeks.
"Oops." Ted glanced quizzically up and back down to the grin on my face.. finished ." I protested and pointed.almost. "They've been watching through our smoke alarm. "Your beloved fans …your public. When I finally escaped his tickles under bedcovers and pillows. my eye caught the last glow of the little green light before it winked and flashed off..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Who wants more?” Poor Ted looked genuinely alarmed. 158 ." Ted was sprawled naked and sated at my feet. drained. completely spent. "I think it needs a new battery after all.” I pointed up to invisible grandstands.
snatching a bath towel from the vanity chair as I passed.” I deposited the camcorder on my husband's belly where he lay spread-eagle and bare and expended upon our hotel room bed. washed my lover's sweat and saliva and sex scum from all my hairs. I would attempt an experiment with his male mind. So. just to test and see if men are indeed so visually stimulative as they say. wearing shorts and t-shirt.” Room service would be expensive. Ted was up again. His noodle was limpid also. I had plans to remedy that.. 159 . “You wire this up to the TV. is he? I hummed some bars of a Souza march tune and released my steamy bod from the bathroom.Room with a View II “Here. I quickly shut the door behind me when the vanity mirror began to fog. At least.. he was seated at the foot of the bed facing the television with a manual on his lap and a wire in each hand.” I pranced toward the bathroom. It was a hot shower this time: opened all my pores. Ted is feeling tired. but worth it ―if Ted's handy-camera-work produced as promised. However. while I go freshen up for The Show. you limp noodle. My energy and excitement was not so spent and I was thinking there was perhaps enough there for both of us . I poked my head out again before shutting the bathroom door: “And call up some dinner while you're at it.perhaps.
the bed was just like ours. it quickly grew wider.” Then it was my turn to exclaim: “Ted . baring shoulders before and behind.T-E-D-D-Y. What's this? I see a bed― Janice. My towel dropped the rest of the way to the chair seatback as I reached to flip the switch. poking at the television controls. “They will be here any minute with your dinner ―lobster and prime rib.not OUR reflection.. I found a comb... But I could see another bed …with Someone seated near its other side .. And that was all I could see around the edges of the womanly form staring back at me from directly behind the glass.” Yikes! I thought of the expense ―just briefly― then forgot everything as I sat down at the vanity. but light ―where was the light switch? Then I spied it in the corner (funny place for a light switch)..” Ted announced. “What?” I exclaimed. Jan. the camera isn't even plugged in. somehow we recorded video of an empty bed.a man. No― this wasn't my reflection . My towel drooped down. A funny vibration started buzzing the wall again.almost. I could see Ted clearly in the mirror..” Ted was crossing wires again. Janice. spreading outward and blocking the image of our room. only neatly made. “Think I've got it . I could no longer see Ted reflected behind me... “I didn't say anything... Boring― Wait.” A line had formed down the center of my vanity mirror.TED . while I searched drawers for a comb and brush.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane “You had better pull on a dress. Drat ―the bulb was burned out. It was Mrs Pantyhose herself seated at an opposite 160 .
an expression of interest growing as his face became lighted by the other vanity mirror.Room with a View II vanity and mirror like mine.” He grabbed the TV guide. (Maybe my switch was miswired. he hung up his phone and went round to face their TV and fiddle with the controls. On an impulse. Her moving mouth and raised eyebrows provided the only clue that she sought to communicate with her husband. I unconsciously pulled the towel more tightly round as he got up and advanced. she wore only black hose and a black lace bra while preening her long blonde feathers. can you break away to look over here?” “Just a minute. I backed away suddenly. on the television. The man on the bed behind her. “Ted. Jan― can't figure this out. suddenly turned his head our way. I grabbed a wash cloth from the counter and tossed it at his face. A half smile stole up and Mr. Finally I concluded that she couldn't see me. I gulped and waved ―finally thinking to snatch up my towel again― and glanced nervously around at Ted. Mrs. settled back again. The rag slid down the mirror to rest on the vanity top again. I thought before returning my attention hither. He was absorbed in his own vision. Must be a man thing. turning on her light instead of mine?) The way he stared. “I wonder what channel this is on?” I waived again at my vanity guest. startled by her intimacy. She leaned in close to the glass with an eyebrow brush. Mr Whats-his-name 161 . couldn't hear me. I might have sworn he could see me.
rubbing with a practiced finger through the stretchy nylon hose. else her own mirror image. and when I dared to unveil my own nipples to blink back at those others bared before me. halted him with a gesture and pointed at me ―that is. not being accustomed to such long cleavage looking back from my mirror. “You really need to see this. And then I noticed what he was actually staring at. and a quick glance confirmed that Ted was still occupied. she pointed at the glass between us. while fingers of the other hand traced bold cleavage of lace-bound breasts. Then I gulped oxygen to clear my fuzzy brain. restless hands to that of the other lady ―except for the feeling that those strange male eyes were staring spellbound at my exhibition. We have company.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane hadn't even blinked. had pushed her chair back a bit to allow one hand access to her crotch. “What am I doing?” I murmured absently. Ted was lost in a muddle of published instructions.” I gulped again and turned in my chair. I let my towel drape lower and began following the lead of her fingers. but Mrs. It was a natural response. Jan?” “Oh. I found myself tracing again the contours of my swells and hollows. I was quite certain now that they couldn't see me or my room. mirroring my activity with nervous. but on my own form instead. 162 .” But we were not communicating. It was a bizarre experience. just like she was doing. Mrs. my whole body began to buzz. Ted. “What if Ted looks this way? If she only knew …” “What's that. started forward again. Mr.
eager motion. he had dropped his trousers (no underwear?) and flashed his tail at me. The bulge of his excitement was quite evident. Mrs. I assured myself. they finally drew slowly outward. naked back.Room with a View II I turned back to see Mr. Mr. each nail leaving a pink path of irritated skin. I turned my head around toward safety before opening my eyes again ―to the least stimulating sight imaginable: Ted with his nose in a technical manual. Outline of her background form disappeared as she pulled her chair closer to him …and dropped her head. Those overdone nails reached around to tickle the small of his back. raking up and down his spine. bracing himself for a clockwise pivot. I didn't see a thing ―for my eyes closed involuntarily. Before I could even think to shout a warning. I know what she is doing! It was the very thing I would have done had my own piece of manflesh parked himself thus. What if they turn around? How do I turn THIS television off? And then Mr. licked her lips and patted the vanity counter top. reached back. His hips began rocking forward and back. Now Jan. as if inviting him to seat himself there. Now all I could see was his pale. he climbed to sit facing his lady and pulled off his shirt ―all in one fast. This can't be happening. Vanity unbuckling his belt. But it allowed me to catch my breath and summon courage to raise a 163 . its only nature ―human nature. I saw the manicured nails of womanly hands pulling both his legs outward. squirmed once and leaned into her attentions.
It is beautiful blonde hair. Mrs. I could only imagine what was within her immediate view. Soon all I could see was white haze. And then it was a pink fog . no lewdness of strange bodies― only a blonde-colored fog.. I turned on hot water there also. Blonde hair― long blonde hair filled my view. braced both knees up in arms. actually― but . leaning backward against my mirror. And lo.. The vanity had a small basin. my magic mirror began to fog.. and I did imagine . I couldn't see her sire. It was a small room and steam soon began billowing out. somewhere south of my vision. busily pursuing hidden ministrations. no longer any OTHER room.and lusted for a similar view myself.. was now atop the counter. 164 .. but he was imminently there.. The shower mirror! I leapt back up. I could tell from behind that she was beginning to breathe more quickly now.. frantic motion of pale and pink and blonde forms. And then a more sobering plan began to materialize. battling for pre-eminence behind the fog. I had clouded the view just in time.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane comb to wet hair. opened the bathroom door and turned on the hot water faucet. Mrs. The pair had switched places. feet were flat on the counter ―looking quite like a large blonde frog.. I would rather veil this view before attempting any explanation to my husband as to what he was missing. turning back toward my mirror to see .
“Ted. Ted was behind me now. Couldn't really see anything anyway ―good thing. Of course that wasn't his face he found staring back at him. your hair looks fine― DON'T …” “Don't what?” he quizzed. “Why don't you join me on the bed and I will start the movie. I watched him rub the circle larger and stare some more. searching for my reflection in the darker smear of defogged glass. though he finally shrugged himself away. “I think I got your camera working.” With a glance at the mirror.” he proclaimed. “TED !!! What―” I shouted in alarm. Only JUST in time … I settled back with a relieved sigh and pulled the comb against a nasty tangle.” He passed me 165 . still standing beside the vanity where my retreating eye spied motion of his arm raised. Ted stepped past me to shut off the shower.. he had quickly rubbed clear a sort of porthole.. I turned off the basin tap. that . comb in hand …and nose pressed to the mirror.” I almost leapt out of my skin by Ted's voice standing behind me. “You certainly can't see what you're doing there. referring to the fog-covered mirror. now dripping with condensation. I grabbed my towel from the floor and retreated to our bed ―feeling a bit confused at my secret reluctance to abandon the private showing. and you’d best put on something decent before our dinner arrives.Room with a View II “Janice― Hadn’t you better turn off the shower.
. The other vanity was vacant. and no black lace . puzzled.. a very occupied bed.. where he snatched up the TV remote. “I'm turning on the set. I stood up on tiptoe. 166 .and I never did get to finish combing my hair.. “Uh―” (Is Ted choking on something?) “I'm not sure what we've got here. Jan ―you can comb your hair over here while our home video plays.only this time it isn’t empty.” Now I was committed. Ted had a funny look on his face: dazed. no bodies. I really struggled with my conscience that moment. Couldn't see clearly. Two steps..” Ted reached for the camcorder manual again. after all. even shocked. It was only an empty room. or perhaps the bluish light from the TV only exaggerated his expression.” I tore myself away to join my lover on our bed. Love... No! Then what was that moving just beyond the vanity light? It was the other bed. Forms ―human forms― had become entangled in perpetual motion. grab the comb and …glance at the mirror: WHAT? Nobody.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane to deposit himself back upon our bed.. but yes― they were definitely engaged in . dared me to do it― . The comb still lay where I dropped it on the vanity.. Jan.” “It's that bed again . Should I sneak over to the mirror for one last look at goings-on inside that other room? Ted's window through the fog invited. it is my mirror after all .. no skin. “Come ON.” “Scoot over. turn.
” He put the manual down again. there was nothing to see but a bare womanly back and two pair of legs. Those bodies belong to our neighbors. 167 . and I wrapped the bed cover round myself in spell-bound suspense against that moment when one of those bodies might move aside and reveal more of their privacy to view.” I breathed. Theirs was a classic 69 position at the moment. Otherwise.and it took me some moments to give up the search for a shred of clothing on those very adult bodies on the bed. Ted was watching me: “You look like you've never seen nature have its way before.” I groaned.” “No. I couldn't help it: my eyes remained glued to their resuscitations. this view of a man having his way with a woman (or was she having it her way?). we didn't record this. Ted. Jan― I didn't. I tried to sound calm and mature. No. he and she. certainly not asleep. “Ted. They were not sleeping.” “Wow.” It was Ted's turn to look abashed. But it must be one of those pay-per-view movies you order by phone ―only I didn't. It was certainly captivating. “I was sure I got it right this time. Her hair covered his loins like a grass skirt in disarray. though she had just rolled on top to straddling his face..Room with a View II I found my seat and focused my vanity-lightdazzled eyes on the video picture showing a bed and room― much like ours as viewed from above .. “It's not like they were a pair of pigeons.
Men touch with their eyes. He rushed over to peer past the vanity glare at the bed and its occupants― side view of the same. “I bring lobster for you.. and Mrs.” it announced. Ted turned back and exclaimed. thank you.” It was a male voice. “Maybe neighbor like view too?” The man pointed up at the smoke alarm over our bed. There certainly was …and I could see it all now― all of it. Sellers of women’s unmentionables …” He cupped a palm over each pectoral of his chest. It's the same couple I was watching through our mirror. when Room Service flashed a disarming grin.just wheel it all over here―.” Ted advanced. The fog had cleared. “Um . It's Mr. mimicking a support bra. He gave up looking for the right button though. I reminded myself. a glint of silver trays in the hall. then he made a grab for the remote. No?” “Uh. well …” Ted looked toward the window as if nothing of interest was on the TV. Nor did it escape our visitor's attention.” He was pointing to the space between the bed and television. Mrs.. belonging to Room Service and standing just inside the short entryway of our room. had lifted her head to gulp some air and apply some leverage to her rear half.” “You was WHAT?” Ted looked aside at the vanity. I pulled the bedspread closer round myself when he looked my way. I glanced at the door ajar behind him. Dear.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane “It's true. I barely snatched 168 . “You like room-with-view. “Oh. Suddenly a foreign accent filled the room: “Door was open. “I know who that is now.
He had taken up the remote. “Closed circuit.Room with a View II a gasp from my throat. He paused and zoomed in at a very revealing angle upon lips and tongue attending to an aroused red nipple. not daring to look at Ted.” Ted translated further and glanced red-faced at me.” He stepped around Ted to face me also. demonstrating the zoom and pan features of the camera hidden over our neighbor's party― presumably one just like our smoke alarm. I couldn't help but smile when he spread our meal with such flourish. You want to see your movie? No-no work. Si. but Ted thought I might be: “Really. I didn't realize he meant that kind of view. and struggled to explain. This TV closed …” He pointed to the spaghetti of wires Ted had arranged to-and-from the television. Ted handed him a dollar. They blocked my view while Ted described his frustrated attempts to attach our camcorder. Room Service shook his head in reply. Jan. no-nono. I wasn't feeling particularly accusatory. 169 .” The poor man was now too distracted even to attempt following the import of our discussion. then (of all the male cheek) invited the man to turn and step closer to the television. How you say? Cerrado …” I knew that much Spanish and translated: “Closed?” “Ah. It do not work like Cable TV. “Oh. “This TV for room-with-view. whipped out a flowered napkin for each of us and bowed. The man chuckled and went back for the dinner cart.
tracing with my expert tongue the veins threatening to burst like muscled tendons through the thin skin separating his strained erection from the relief that only I could grant. and I found my attention drawn from the screen to my husband's buttoned belt. Then I stopped and laughed. they would in fact be compelled to watch. I would claw off my husband's pants and position him with me beneath the smoke alarm for a fun-fest he would never forget.. the little green light was on. I watched myself tease and torture his tautness. He moved slightly to one side allowing us better view of both her breasts. I peered up at our smoke alarm.I'm not sure what: an I-will-show-them sort of indignation and determination …arose from my middle upward. while Ted's hips bucked and sought upward for purchase of my mouth again. forgetting their own bodies from sheer wonder over the way of my womanly treatment of Man. he glanced up and to one side. Yes. Underwear's eye glanced up to meet my stare..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Then a curious thing happened. as if aware of watchers. My inner camera began screen-testing a scene wherein I was so bored with the performance on TV that I threw off my wrap in frustrated abandon. So our subjects are watching us watch them. But I stood before my audience. Mr. is it? A hot feeling of . which our watchers would never forget. then returned to his feast with a satisfied smirk. gripped my sopping sex with head hanging back so I could leer upward ―cow eyes blinking closely into the camera 170 .
The most ancient of dances― Fertility Reigns! When I heard Ted's voice grunting with anticipation. The pearl was restored to its nurturing shell where it could grow in safe darkness to full potential. wet cradle I had prepared for him.Room with a View II lens― as I bucked myself to the brink. I saw Ted reach forward from his recline behind me. blanketed his pulsing insistence with a two-handed grip and aimed his fount of life directly up at the camera. There was a warning pulse from the base of my grasp. each landing in a starburst of warm brightness on my chest. The staff of comfort poked up between my parted legs. prodding me where my hands had been. jitterbugging polka round his maypole. crying YES !! in wild triumph and licked the prize dripping down my face 171 . then: One ― Two ― Three jets of whiteness arced gracefully up and back. I stretched my toes off the end of our bed all the way to the floor. crushing. on my cheek and my crown. With hands braced on his sweaty knees. squeezing. I leaned forward and palmed his penis-head. I lurched up and dropped straight down. burying his boyish irritation in the warm. He jerked as such sensitivity was pressed rudely into course womanly pubic hair. I launched my seat backwards and landed on his belly. peaked a mountain and ground a grinding. like polishing a red delicious apple or shining a pearl of great ruddiness. grab my hips and pull me back down to a rear-facing seat atop his lap. I did what came naturally perched there upon my sire. I raised both arms. Then I perceived it was time. there I danced a dance and arched an arch.
) “You make for movie. With a jolt.. I held up the ritual offering for our camera's inspection and began licking the drippy cum from hand and knuckle bones. then shut off their room light to rest. I supposed that we were expected to do our turn now to revive their wilted interest. “Okay! I have SOLUTION. However. I was cleaning in between fingers with help of a dry nipple when the picture finally flickered out― Mental screen-test over. VERY . Si?” Ted admitted so. “Maybe you like your movie better.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane onto ready lips.. Two fingers of one hand availed ―like an island matron eating her poi― to spoon up Ted's generosity from the crevice of my breasts. No? You never notice me.” 172 . The Room-with-a-View TV showing was over now also. parting them with my other hand. “I sorry.” (He pronounced solution like a car salesman. Our neighbors had expended all their energy in one energetic romp.) “…take pictures HOME. okay? Have fun― forget I see. with great emphasis ―probably a common phrase for hotel staff to offer complaining guests. TV don't work ―you no see pictures. something involving the camcorder. our green light was still on.like cucaracha sneaky in the dark.” He was gesturing toward the camera again. I be very quiet. Then you take pictures …” (He pointed at the camera one more time. my mind grasped the realization that our lobster and its delivery man were still in the room. He was attempting to express a proposal.
I wasn't sure. “Yes. twice already now I had mounted to a class Everest peak just imagining . I agreed. the human kind is far more compelling than any of those animal nature films. However. while the service man’s enthusiasm peaked: “I no charge your bill― On the house. *** “I like human nature. I have solution. Now my poor husband was quite starved for air of a lower elevation. okay?” Then he looked back at me ―still huddled naked under my comforter― with a giant grin and a nod. I do pictures FREE !! But no tell my boss. When neither of us answered (each waiting for the other to speak first. See. get another hotel room― no view.. Si? Or maybe you stay. So while he caught his breath (and watched choice scenes for new inspiration) I chatted and thumbed through our stack 173 . I suppose). You like?” Ted and I looked at each other simultaneously. reviewing the documentary of the male mind that Ted had prepared for me.Room with a View II Room Service grinned and stepped back on both heels conclusively.. but I thought my husband understood about as much as I did. Self-respect had indeed ruled out our bell-hop's final offer.” Ted proclaimed.” We were seated at home before our own big screen.only imagining it (though Ted's saddle was real enough). only Cable TV. very happy with his speech: “So you watch at home.
The popular notion persists amid growing controversy that the institution of marriage has a dampening 174 .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane of accumulated mail. I barely understood him but agreed again: “Nor can they enjoy doing it like we do. as if we were actually creating Joy. no joy. “Animals just can't relish the art of it like selfconscious humans. But they do lust.” I sighed. He sidled up to the screen for a closer inspection and waxed philosophic yet again: “You know.” There he goes again! I looked up from a curious letter to stare at Ted now as he concluded: “Animals are so absent-minded about it.” “Well!” I exclaimed.” Ted mused sleepily. “Sexologists from across the nation have teamed to conduct a scientific survey to determine correlation between length of marriage and sexual satisfaction.” Ted's eyes had drifted shut. Might as well be subjects of a great passionless laboratory experiment. it's only human consciousness that can truly participate in the splendor of sexual abandon. “Speaking of experiments: Look at this. so I began reading into his ear: “You have been selected by your college Sociology Department Chairman from a list of married alumni as likely candidates for a groundbreaking study. No shame. “You can see it in their eyes― much like the look you get sometimes. Ted.” He sighed back and paused the video upon a view of blossoming breasts ―mine.
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Video monitor? Sex therapist? My eyes focused short of my shaky handheld letter to the goose bumps emerging over the aureole of a pale breast ―mine― the nipple aching to be licked or bitten or teased. Talk about room with a view! What would Mother say? 176 .. This body was certainly interested. Ted?” I queried. but I could tell his interest was aroused. very prominent.. There was no hiding it. I wondered myself what I might answer.well. lying there naked― intense interest plain as the nose on his .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane “What you think. What about self-respect? Any woman with an ounce of dignity (wife or mom) should want to help improve culture for the next generation of happy marriages. “You interested?” He wasn't answering.
Room with a View II
AUTHOR’s NOTE: Look for the sequel to this volume, soon to be released. Marital adventures continue …
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