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