“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

Anne was very withdrawn when she first joined the group; she said that
she was an artist, into jewelry design, but that she usually worked as a
sales clerk in a jewelery store because her artwork didn’t support her.
When she explained that she’d just arrived from Chicago, having fled the
city when her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS, I’m sorry to say that
we weren’t a very supportive group.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

Banging Becky Sweet Like Candy

The
old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James’ interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
“Good morning, miss”, he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress.

Copyright 1991 by theClone.
released into the public domain.

the Clone fantasizes about a scene…

I think it was the blood that kept my attention, really. Not that
there was so very much of it, but it was quality blood. I mean the
image. I’m not explaining this right. I mean amidst the almost three
dozen rising welts on her back there were only three slashes that were
bleeding. I think they were on purpose. But they were bleeding so
well. Not a lot, mind you, but attractively.

You see, the blood was trickling in rivulets from these three
lashes and running down her back. The scarlet tracks split and joined
and resplit as they made their way to her shapely ass. Just in the
small of her back they spread thinly into the fine lines and contours
of her skin like a red river delta. And surrounding each gash, was a
slight red spattering, where the blood mist flew from the lash and
settled.

Where not rising or running red, her skin was pale. It was beyond
pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton
puff clouds on a fair day, her skin was. The contrast was shocking.

She hung there, her knees bent, legs unsupportive. Still
conscious, but no longer holding herself up, she hung there by her
arms. Almost without will. Her head was bent to her chest, and I
could see that the strain on her shoulders was tremendous. Yet she
hung as she had been told to before the whipping. The fact that she
could relieve the pressure on her shoulders but chose not to was
unfathomable. Admirable.

He was standing behind her, and a little to her right. She
wouldn’t have been able to see him even if she craned her neck. But
she never tried that either. We were a little further back and more on
the left, safely out of lash range. Not that we ever believed Paul
would lose control of the whip; we all agreed that he was the best of
us with it, but safety was cheap insurance.

“Watch her carefully,” he whispered to me. “Let me know if she
moves. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded ascent, and Paul dashed out of the playroom.

In less than a minute he walked calmly back into the room with an
armload of supplies. He was also one of the more inventive members of
our Club. He set them carefully down behind her, and then picked up a
dark blue cylinder with a little white picture on it. He opened a
spout on the top, poured the white contents into his hand and set the
container down. He walked up right behind her.

“I’m back my love,” he said into her ear. “You may stand now. Are
you ready for more?”

She carefully placed her feet, and slowly straightened her legs,
taking the pressure off of her shoulders a bit at a time. She flexed
her shoulders what little her restraints allowed. She shifted her
weight back and forth on her feet until she seemed comfortable, rolling
her head a bit as she did. In a minute she was standing straight and
firm. Admirable, indeed.

“If it please you, my love,” she said, “I would indeed like more.”

As soon as she finished speaking he spread the substance across her
back. “Ungh,” she gasped loudly, as if barely stifling a scream.
She almost lost her balance and her knees bent as she reflexively
strained forward.

“Salt,” I whispered to Tim, next to me.

“Not even Paul would do that,” Tim replied.

“Paul would do anything, and Trish almost so. Trust me, it’s
salt,” I said.

Paul’s glance darted to us only briefly, but it spoke volumes. I
made a mental note to stay off the business end of his whip until he’d
had time to forget that I’d spoken almost aloud during his scene.

He wetted a cloth from a bottle of water and wiped down her back.
She sighed at the cleansing and the cool feeling on her hot welts.

“Shhhh, darling,” he said. “Rest a moment.”

Paul took that moment to carefully remove his clothes, fold them,
and place them neatly on one of the tables in the playroom. This too
was behind Trish, and she couldn’t tell what he was doing. Paul
doesn’t have the most magnificent body I’ve ever seen, but it is quite
firm and flexible and serviceable. And he could use it well, when he
so chose. When he turned back to the scene, his erection made it clear
that tonight would be one of those times.

He walked back to her, picking up the tube of lube along the way
and opening it. He knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks. He
lubed her hole well while licking the extra salty blood now drying in
the small of her back. He rose, lubed himself equally well and dropped
the tube nearby, just in case. He walked back to his pile of items and
picked up a small paddle like thing I couldn’t quite see. He slipped
the wrist strap over his hand.

He went back to her and spread her cheeks again. He positioned his
penis at her ass and entered just slightly. Paul then put his hands on
her hips and pulled her firmly to him.

“Ungh,” she grunted again. She relaxed and slide steadily onto him
until he was all the way in. Then he slowly pulled back until his head
was just inside of her sphincter, and he proceeded with one more slow
relaxing stroke.

As he was about to begin his stroke again, he grabbed the paddle
that was hanging around his wrist, and I saw that it wasn’t a paddle at
all. I was stunned to see that it was a currycomb. I wondered where
he got it; I hadn’t known that the Club had one.

This time, as he began his slow stroke in, he dragged the currycomb
firmly down her back, until it and his pelvis met at the blood delta in
the small of her back. She screamed. There were many red parallel
tracks crisscrossing the welts and cuts his lash had already induced.
On the out stroke, he didn’t touch her back, but rather bent his head
and blew cool air across the fresh marks. She sighed.

This then became his rhythm. In-stroke-drag-currycomb.
Out-stroke-bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-
bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow.
In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow. And her rhythm was
scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-
pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause.

The pauses became shorter as Paul sped up. Her sighs became
grunts, and her screams became scream-moans as they slid into the
grunts that had been sighs. He was relentless and tireless. In
minutes there were bright red streaks across her entire back running
from shoulder to ass. She had begun to bleed again from her cuts, and
she had fine red welts rising on top of her wide, wild lash welts.

When he came, he was buried deep inside her, and she shuddered
once, straining against her chains as he pressed her forward. She
shuddered again when he withdrew, still semi-erect. He walked to her
front for the first time since the scene began and kissed her gently.

“I love you,” he said.

She mumbled something I couldn’t hear in reply and let her head sag
onto her chest. He held her up, unchained her arms and carried her
carefully over to another of the tables. He wrapped her in the blanket
he’d had ready there and carried her up to her room. He would come
back later to get his things, right now she was his first concern.

We filed out of the playroom and into the library, where we each
got a glass of our favorite vice. I looked at Tim. He was already
looking at me.

“Maybe he will ask to do me next,” I said.

“Or maybe I will,” said Tim.

“Or maybe I’ll ask to do you,” I said looking at him with my best
lascivious glance.

“Maybe I’d let you,” he said.

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It was the year of my 18th birthday. My life long friend, Jena, was

planning a party for me at her house. I was excited to be there that

morning to help plan and decorate the pool area for my birthday party

that night. It was a Saturday, sunny and warm. We had all eaten

breakfast together and played tennis earlier. I now stood in the

kitchen staring out the window watching while Jena and her mother set

up tables by the pool.

Jena’s parents were wonderful. They spent many times at my house

playing cards with my parents and Jena would spend the night. We took

vacations together and spent hot summers on Jena’s father’s boat.

Jena’s mother, Kay, was slender and blonde just like Jena. She was

young at heart, easy to talk to and at times it was hard to remember

that she was not one of us teenagers.

Her father, Michael, was tall, dark and muscular. I had always thought

he was handsome for a man in his 40’s. He was an architect and had

built the house they lived in. I admired his creativity.

I began running warm water in the sink to wash dishes, smiling happily

while listening to Jena and her mother talk and giggle from the patio

area. I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and squirted dish

detergent under the running water. Suds automatically began to mound

and I emersed my hands in the slippery softness. Just as I did I felt

warm gentle hands caress my shoulders and Michael’s deep manly voice

soft in my ear. “You don’t have to do those dishes, you can leave them

for later.” His breath was hot and close to my ear sending shivers

through me. I instinctively stiffened aware of the sexual tension

suddenly hanging heavy in the air.

I knew this man well. Had practically grown up in his house. I

remembered the time he taught me to swim. I had been 14 and afraid of

the water. His strong arms had held me safe and I now remembered how

his hands had felt on my stomach as I learned to tread water. I also

remembered those hands cradling my butt when he taught me to float. At

the time I had thought that his fingers had slid between my legs by

accident but now I was beginning to wonder.

Now Michael’s hands moved down over my arms and squeezed gently.

“Happy Birthday” he whispered and kissed my neck. I raised my eyes to

see Jena and her mother still on the patio further towards the back

yard now hanging lights in the trees. “I want to give you something

special for your birthday,” he said and cupped each of my breast in

his hands. He squeezed my nipples through my tennis sweater between

his thumbs and forefingers. A wave of pleasure ran through me and I

sighed and closed my eyes. I didn’t want him to stop but at the same

time I knew we were doing something very forbidden. I felt him press

against my back, the hardness of his already erect cock rubbed against

my firm tight ass.

I suddenly realized my hands were in the water. I turned off the

faucet and began looking for a towel to dry them. My thoughts of a

towel were erased as I felt Michael’s hands on my thighs. He slowly

slid his hands up my tennis skirt while he nibbled my ear and neck.

His breath was coming faster now as he was getting more aroused. I

felt his finger tips raise the elastic on the leg of my panties and

slide inside. He ran the fingers of one hand over the soft warm fur of

my pussy and across my clit. “God, you’re wet” he moaned against my

skin.

Laughter from the pool brought me once more to reality and I looked to

see where Jena and her mother were. They were still at a distance and

busy with their task. I turned slightly in Michael’s arms to look at

him. He was looking out the window too. When he felt me turn he looked

down at me and our eyes met and locked. I saw the passion there and it

took my breath. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked in a whisper,

his fingers rubbing my clit. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t

want.” I looked down at the bulge in his pants and nodded yes, the

word was soundless on my lips. With my hand, wet from the dish water,

I touched his hard cock through his pants. Gently at first running my

hand across the length of it. He exhaled and glanced out the window.

My fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed and he drew in a deep

breath and closed his eyes in ecstasy. I continued rubbing his hard

cock through the fabric of his pants and he bent to kiss me. Our lips

touched slightly at first then Michael’s tongue ran slowly across my

lips parting them before entering. My tongue instinctively found his

and licked against it feeling the velvety softness of it. He captured

mine between his teeth and sucked gently on it. I lost my senses not

caring who walked in on us. I wouldn’t have been able to stop, not

now. Michael’s fingers were still in my panties rubbing against my

clit and sliding in and out of my pussy, I was about to explode. My

breath was proof of it and Michael knew it. He suddenly stopped his

sweet torture of my pussy and removed his hands from my panties. His

hands left me for a moment to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants.

He pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees. His large

erect cock now stood straight out.

I had never seen a man’s cock before and I couldn’t resist touching

it. It was smooth, warm and hard in my hand. Michael wrapped his

fingers around mine and showed me how he wanted me to hold him. “Like

this baby, oh yeah, just like that.” he whispered, his voice deep with

passion. “You’re doing so good.”

“God, you’re so big,” I told him. He smiled, “You ever been fucked

before?” he asked. “No”, I shook my head. “I’ll show you how.” he said

and took my other hand. “Cup my balls like this.” he instructed

placing my hand under his balls. I was surprised how soft and smooth

the skin was in that area. I could feel my panties getting wetter.

“Now stoke my dick a little harder. Oh yeah like that.” His hips began

to move back and forth sliding his hard cock through my hand as I

massaged his balls with the other. He closed his eyes and tilted his

head back. He let me drive him while his hands held the tail of his

shirt up. I started feeling something sticky on my palm and Michael

pulled my hand away. “Oooo you gonna make me cum if you keep that up,”

he whispered. “Let me play with you a little”. He bent over the sink

to see where Jena and her mother were before he came back to me.

He pulled my sweater up over my breast and loosened my bra. He pushed

the bra up to expose my nipples and bent his head to suck one. They

were hard and throbbing. I felt his hard cock stab my crotch each time

he bent to nibble and suck my breast. The sensation was maddening.

Sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My pussy ached to

be touched. When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, Michael lifted

me to the counter top and pulled off my panties. He pulled my butt to

the edge of the counter and leaned me back against the cabinets. He

then knelt down on one knee and his head went to my crotch. I didn’t

know what he was doing until I felt his tongue dart across my clit. A

pleasurable moan escaped my lips as I felt his fingers slide into my

wet pussy. His tongue danced little quick steps across my clit

stopping now and then long enough for him to suck it and nibble it

gently between his teeth. All the while his fingers sliding in and out

of my pussy making wet sucking sounds. My hips moved uncontrollably to

the rhythm of Michael’s hand. I could feel the beginning of something

build inside me, almost like my soul was about to leave my body and I

wanted to scream. Michael suddenly stopped what he was doing right

when I thought I was surely going to die. He stood and kissed me

gently saying, “Shhhh,” against my lips. гWe have to be quiet.” he

whispered, before looking again out the window. Secure that his wife

and daughter were still busy he came back to me.

He kissed me again, passionately running his tongue in and out of my

mouth while I sucked on it. He then put his hands on my ass and pulled

me almost off the counter. His hard erect cock knew exactly where to

go. I felt the pressure of it as it penetrated my tight wet pussy.

Michael stopped pushing it in right as the head of his cock

disappeared. He kissed me gently and breathed, “This is going to hurt

for just a minute and then it will be okay. You ready?’ I nodded yes.

“You sure baby? I don’t want to hurt you.” I nodded and whispered yes.

With one hard, quick thrust I felt something break and a sharp pain

before Michael’s cock filled the emptiness of my pussy. He began to

fuck me with steady stokes in and out until the pain of losing my

virginity passed. With each powerful thrust of his cock I felt the

rising pleasure I had felt before, building in my clit and inside my

pussy making my stomach tingle. As silent as we could be, we fucked

harder and harder until our orgasms exploded sending waves of tiny

electric currents through our bodies. I bit down on Michael’s shoulder

to surpress the scream that wanted to escape from me and he held me

tight and we rocked together until I felt the last jerk of his cock

inside me.

Michael breathed against my neck and said, “Oh that was good, you felt

so good, baby.” He kissed me again before helping me off the counter.

Handing me my panties he said, “Guess we need to get cleaned up before

we get caught.” He smiled then kissed me again and said, “Happy

Birthday, Baby.”