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An Interview with an Erotic Writer

Written by Aquillae
Copyright November 10, 2002

Story Codes: Caution (Weird Dreamlike Stuff going on here)

An Interview with an Erotic Writer


"So, where the hell is this bitch?"

"It's just a little past five," Jimmy Bradshaw called back over
his shoulder as he patiently watched the chat window that was
open on his computer screen.  "Give her a few minutes."

It was actually now eighteen minutes past five on a Thursday
afternoon.  The gang, friends of Jimmy's from before grade
school, was hanging out in his bedroom playing video games and
waiting for Miss. Kimberly KupKakes, the author of "Library
Lesbians", to enter the private chat room.  Miss. KupKakes had
suggested the chat room, the day, and the time in her reply to
Jimmy's email requesting an interview for a school project.

"If she's built anything like Sister Elizabeth I'll give her
something more then just a few minutes," Keith declared, grabbing
his crotch and gaining the laughs and cheers of the other boys
gathered in the room.

"And what if she's not a girl?"

"What do you mean, not a girl?"

"I mean," Jimmy pushed his glasses up on his nose and turned in
his swivel chair to face his friends sitting by the TV and
playing NCAA football on his playstation2, "what if it turns out
the pretty Miss Kimberly KupKakes is not some hot sexy chic like
you imagine, but is in fact a beer-bellied, redneck named Bubba
who likes to pretend he's a little girl and also jerks off while
writing his stories."

The other boys laughed at this also.

"Not a chance," Keith replied unfazed.  "Only a chick could write
such sappy mush like that story had in it.  Our Kimberly is most
definitely a girl."  The other boys agreed with his logic.  "The
only real question is whether she's a lesbo or not."

There was an audible ping from the computer's speakers.

The boys turned to the computer screen, forgetting the game they
had been playing.  There, in the chat window's listing of users
currently logged into the chat room, just below Jimmy's user ID
name of BuZZsAw, was a new name.  The name was KupKake.

The boys dropped their controllers and rushed to gather around
the computer screen.

Tommy Mills, a chubby, short boy with glasses, held up his
palystation2 controller and turned to the other boys.  "What
about our game?"  They turned to look at him in disbelief. 
"Aren't we going to finish the game?"

"Game?"  Simon Demczyk, a tall, wiry boy with curly red hair and
freckles, voiced the thoughts of the other young boys in the
room.  "You still want to play that?"

"But I'm in the red zone."  Tommy pushed his glasses up and
pointed to the TV screen, trying to plead his case.  "I'm about
to score a touchdown.  Come on, guys."

"Score a touchdown?  Tommy, we're about to score some CyberSex
with a real chick and you're moaning about playing a video
game."

"But I'm going to score a touchdown."

"Ignore him," Keith angrily declared.  "If he wants to play by
himself, let him.  We've got more important things to do."

The other boys followed Keith's lead and turned their attention
back to the computer screen.

Tommy shuffled around in his chair to face the TV.  Quietly he
flipped through the possible offensive plays he could run. 
Before pressing the button to select a run play, Tommy turned his
head slightly and commented, "I'm picking a play."  There was no
response from the group of boys at the computer.

"HI BUZZ!" appeared in the text window of the chat program. 
"Sorry, had a crazy day."

Jimmy quickly typed in his reply, "HI!  No sweat."

"So, what u want to know about me?"

Jimmy turned and looked to Keith.

"Ask her if she's a girl."

"You think she'll confess and tell you if she's a guy pretending
to be a girl?"

"This is my interview," Keith declared.  "Just type it."

Jimmy tried to phrase the question as politely as possible.  "Is
that your real name, or pen name?"

Keith slapped him on the shoulder.  "I told you to ask if she's a
girl or a guy."

"I'm getting to that.  Don't worry."

The reply was quick.  "Pen name."

"Does the pen name fit your gender?"  Jimmy hesitated momentarily
before sending the question.  He felt odd asking someone to
reveal personal information when he remained hidden behind a
phony user ID.

The reply was a bit longer in coming, but when it came, it
brought cheers and howls from the boys.  "Wait.  Let me check. 
*ZIP, SUFFLE, SUFFLE* Ohhhh, mmmmm.  Nope.  No pen down there. 
But a nice tight inkwell to put one in if I find one."  The line
ended with a smiley face that winked.

"I told you she was a chick!" Keith declared in triumph.

"It could still be a guy fucking with us."

"Bullshit.  You recording this or something?"

"Yeah, I'm saving it."

"Good.  Now let's get serious."  Keith glanced around at the
other boys.  "Ask her what her measurements are."

"What?"

"Yeah," Simon squeezed in closer, "and ask her if she's got a
picture of herself."

"A naked picture!" someone else shouted.

"Do it," Keith pointed at the keyboard.

"Okay."  Jimmy quickly typed in the request of the group.

The reply was one Jimmy had feared from the start of the chat. 
"First things first.  Who are u?"

He replied, "We're from a high school."

Her reply was quick.  "We're????  How many are there?"

"8."

"...8...hmmmmm....I think more then four is called an orgy.  How
old???"

"13" Jimmy typed.  His hand was stopped just as he was about to
hit the enter key and send the message.
 
"Don't send that."  Keith pulled Jimmy's hand away from the
keyboard.  "You send her that and she'll freak out and leave. 
Tell her we're sixteen."

Jimmy deleted the 13 from the line of text and sent the message
with the number 16.

"16???  What are u boys doing surfing adult sites at your age?"

Keith quickly stated his reply.  "Looking for some hot chicks to
fuck."

Jimmy was a bit more refined in the reply.  "Looking for
inspiration."

"Inspiration?"

"In writing," Jimmy replied.

"Oh.  You want to be a writer?"

"Yes."

Keith tapped his old friend on the shoulder.  "I don't mean to
interrupt this little gabby session, but could we get back to
doing *MY* interview, please.  Thank you.  Now ask the bitch what
she looks like, and if she's got any pics to show us."

Jimmy complied and once more sent the request for her physical
stats.

"38D-24-35, 5'8", 120lbs."

"Hot Dam!" Simon exclaimed, trying to visualize the body that
went with the numbers.

"Ask about the pictures," Keith urged and Jimmy typed.

Her reply was quick.  "You're too young to see them."  At the end
of the sentence was another smiley face that was winking.

"Shit!" Simon voiced the disappointment of the group.  "Now
what?"

But before any of the boys could think of something to ask, Miss.
KupKakes asked a question of her own.  "What are your physical
stats, Buzz?"

There was a long pause as the boys argued over how to reply to
the question.  Simon wanted the numbers to reflect a hulking,
superhero type physique.  Jimmy didn't want to reply to the
request.  Keith, had a much more important issue with the
question - namely why did she ask for only Buzz's physical
stats.

"Come on Buzz, I told you mine."

"Ask her how come she only wants to know your stats, Jimmy?"

Only because it would offer a way of delaying the sending of the
information, Jimmy agreed to post the question.

"Much as I like a good orgy, it's always hard to remember all the
names involved.  Yours is the only name listed in the room
besides mine, so...."

"Ok," Jimmy replied, not really sure why he was being truthful in
his physical description.  "5'7-1/2", 155lbs."

"What about the other measurement??????"

"What other measurement????"  Jimmy tried to project innocence in
his reply.  "Do you mean my waist size????"

"You know what measurement I mean."

"Sorry.  But I'm really not sure what you mean.  Could you
describe it more clearly?"  Jimmy was enjoying the little back
and forth play they were developing.  He wished he could have
stretched it out longer, but the other boys were getting anxious
for him to get moving and tell her something.

"Ok," she replied.  "We'll play it your way.  How big is your
ballpoint pen?  And what color ink do you use?"

"What color ink?"  Keith asked.

"She means what color skin am I, I think."

"Well, tell her!" Simon exclaimed, eager to have the chat
continue.

Jimmy hesitated, and then typed, "7-3/4".  White."  As they read
what he was typing, his friends tried to persuade him to change
the number to something larger.  But for once Jimmy acted without
consultation and hit the enter key, sending the text just as he
had written it.  More than a little pride surged through his
young body knowing he had honestly replied to the question.

"Nice...."

Felling confident, Jimmy entered a new line of text to send. 
"What's the color of your inkwell?"

"White.  The lip on the bottle is cherry red."

"I guess the next question should be hair and eyes," Jimmy
quickly typed in the text, wanting to be the one to ask the
question first.  He sent the message out and then quickly typed
his reply while waiting for her answer.

"My eyes are a deep sapphire blue.  My hair is as the auburn
colored leaf of a maple in autumn.  You????"

Jimmy starred at the screen and visualized the sexy auburn haired
woman typing her replies to his questions 

Keith tapped him on the shoulder.  Coming out of his dream, Jimmy
waved his friend off, and commented quickly without turning to
look at Keith.  "Yeah.  Okay.  I'll get back to the interview. 
Just give me a second."

"Get back to the interview?  We haven't even started it yet."

Jimmy quickly sent his message to her.  "Brown eyes.  Brown hair.
 Means I'm full of shit all the way to the top of my head."  At
the end he placed a smiley face with its tongue sticking out.

"HA!" came the reply.  It was quickly followed by another
message.  "Is there anything else you want to know about me?"

Without waiting for Keith's direction, Jimmy started typing a
reply.  "Yes.  Would you mind answering some questions about your
writing career?"

"Is this for the class assignment you wrote about in your
email?"

"Yes."

"And you boys are only 16????"

"Yes."

"Did your teacher assign this project for you?"

"Yes."

"And he knows your interviewing someone who writes sex
stories?????????????"

Jimmy looked at Keith.  "I think we better tell her the truth and
explain everything.  She's not going to buy the fact that this is
a regular class assignment."  Keith agreed.

"Does he know???????????" came the message as they talked.

Jimmy replied.  "Our teacher knows about our attempt to interview
you.  She knows the type of stories you write.  It was her order
that we try and get an interview from you."

"Her order?"

"Yes," Jimmy replied.  "Sister Elizabeth, our religious studies
teacher, ordered it."

"Catholic school boys.   Hmmmmm.  Interesting.  Why would a nun
make you interview a person who writes dirty stories?"

"We were caught reading one of your stories while in study hall.
`Library Lesbians' it was called.  Sister wasn't too happy about
the subject of the story."

"She wasn't amused?"

"No."

"Why?  Did I describe the nun's clothes wrong in the story?"

"Hardly," Jimmy replied.  "I think you hit too close to home."

"Really????"

"Yep."

"So is this interview some sort of punishment for reading one of
my dirty stories?"

"Actually, it's an alternative to punishment," Jimmy replied.

"?????"

"For bringing your story into school and reading it during study
hall, Sister Elizabeth gave us a choice between getting sent to
the school's disciplinarian for punishment or trying to get an
interview from you.  We chose to try for the interview."

A few minutes went by with no reply.

"Maybe she got knocked off line."

"No," Jimmy replied, "she's still logged into the chat room."

Simon pointed at the screen.  "Look!  She's back."

Her reply was short.  "Oh.  So you chose me rather than face your
punishment?"

"Yes."

"Have you boys read any of my other stories?"

"No.  Not yet."

"Too bad," KupKakes replied.  "If you had, you would have known
that I enjoy writing humil and Fdom stories."

"humil?  Fdom?  What are those?"

"Abbreviations for story codes we writers use to warn readers
what type of sex is used in a story."

"And what does humil and fdom stand for?"

"Humiliation and female domination."

Before Jimmy could start typing a new question, Miss. KupKakes'
next message appeared on his screen.  "I think we'll end the
interview here, boys."

"WHAT??????"

"I'll end the interview here so you boys can go back to Sister
and face your punishments." At the end of the line was a smiley
face with a winking eye.

Before the boys had finished reading the line, they heard the
familiar ringing sound from the chat program signaling that
someone had left the chat room.  She was gone.

"Real fucking great!" Keith shoved the back of Jimmy's chair.
 
"What about the interview?" Simon whined.

"Fuck the interview," Keith replied.  "We'll write something up
ourselves."

"But what if Sister Elizabeth finds out we faked it?"

"How she going to find out?"  Keith turned on Simon.  "You going
to tell her?"

"No Keith."

Keith turned to the other boys.  "You runts going to squeal?" 
The other young boys quietly shook their heads as Keith starred
at each of them.  "I didn't think so.  That only leaves little
Jimmy."  Placing his hands on Jimmy's shoulders, Keith added,
"and he ain't going to tell, is he?"

Jimmy sat staring at the computer screen, his jaw clenched. 
"No."

"Good."  Keith patted his friend on the shoulder.  "Then let's
start writing."

****

The following is a transcript of the chat between BuZZsAw and
Miss. KupKakes the following night.

KupKakes: So how much trouble did you and your friends get into
for not getting the interview?

BuZZsAw: None.  We made up an interview.

KupKakes:  Oh.  And your nun bought it?

BuZZsAw: Yep!

KupKakes: And how did you portray me?  Not _too_ sinful, I hope.
;-)   

BuZZsAw: Nope.  Decadent with a slight touch of class.

KupKakes: Thanks.

BuZZsAw: No sweat.

KupKakes: So what do you want to know about my writing?

BuZZsAw: Do you write professionally?

KupKakes: Yes & no.

BuZZsAw: ?

KupKakes: I write adult stories for a friend who owns her own
website.  It pays.

BuZZsAw: it pays!  How much?

KupKakes: Don't get too excited.  I'm not going to out earn
Stephen King.  Yet.

BuZZsAw: what's the address for the site?

KupKakes: I think you're just a little too young to be visiting
her website right now.  Sorry.

BuZZsAw: You wont tell me?

KupKakes: Nope.

BuZZsAw: Even if I promise to only read your stories and not look
at the dirty pictures.

KupKakes: Who said anything about dirty pictures?

BuZZsAw: Every adult site has them.

KupKakes: And how would you know every site has them?  ;-)

BuZZsAw: Inquisitive youth.

KupKakes: Over sexed youth more likely.

BuZZsAw: No such thing as an over sexed youth.

KupKakes: Oh really??????

BuZZsAw: Under sexed is more like it.

KupKakes: Aw poor baby.  Not getting enough nookie from the cute
little red head sitting in the next row?

BuZZsAw: Not getting any.

KupKakes: really?

BuZZsAw: really.  :-P

KupKakes: You seem like a nice guy.

BuZZsAw: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

KupKakes: ???

BuZZsAw: Not the kiss of death!!!!!!!

KupKakes: ????

BuZZsAw: girls don't get hot over nice guys.

KupKakes: oh

BuZZsAw: They want bad boys.  Bikers.  Gangbangers.  Guys who'll
treat them like sluts and use them.

KupKakes: Not all girls are like that.

BuZZsAw: no?  Then you haven't met any of the girls from my
school.

KupKakes: I wouldn't say that. ;-)  All girls are basically the
same.  Boys jut don't understand that.

BuZZsAw: Really?  Did you ever agree to go to a dance with a guy
and then dump him for no good reason?

KupKakes: no.  But I'm sure the girl had a real good reason for
handling it the way she did.

BuZZsAw: The way she handled it?  Do you want to hear how she
handled it?

KupKakes: ok.

BuZZsAw: Miss Amber Wisnowski is the cute little red head that
sits across from me in history class.  We've been friends since
before grade school.  After school last month I asked her if she
wanted to go with me to the Halloween dance.  She said yes.  Like
a big shot I went and told all the guys I hang out with that I
was really going to the dance and that it was with Amber.  Next
day I see her in history class and I ask her if she has any
problem with sitting at my friend Keith's table.  She laughs and
tells me she thought I was joking about wanting to go to the
dance.  Joking!  HAHA! Big laugh.  She dumps me.
  
KupKakes: oh.

BuZZsAw: And here's the kicker.  She ends up going to the dance
with Fred Dulas mr. hands of stone who can't catch a pass for
shit from the football team.  And i get stuck looking like a
total jerk.

BuZZsAw: So, are you now going to explain to me the real good
reason why she made me look like a fool?

KupKakes: were the two of you ever more than just friends?

BuZZsAw: sex?  no.  So?

KupKakes: Perhaps she was unprepared for your desire to change
the level of your friendship and to do it in such a serious
setting as a school dance.

BuZZsAw: Serious setting

KupKakes: Come on BuZZ, you're a teenager, you know what peer
pressure is like.

BuZZsAw: SO.

KupKakes: you know how it can make young people do things they
normally wouldn't do.  And contrary to what you might think,
teenage girls are very vicious when it comes to forcing other
girls to conform to the group's social ideas.  Going to the dance
and who she went with are probably going to be the most crucial
decisions she'll make that will effect her social position in her
teenaged world until it comes time to go to the prom.

BuZZsAw: that's bullshit.  That's no excuse.

KupKakes: You want an excuse Buzz?

BuZZsAw: YES

KupKakes: Fine.  I'll give you one.  In fact I'll do much better
than just give you one.  I'll give you the girl's perspective on
the whole situation.  Shall I?

BuZZsAw: go ahead.

KupKakes: You and Amber were playmates from childhood, right?

BuZZsAw: so

KupKakes: probably played jump rope, kick the can, hide and seek,
and marco polo together, right?

BuZZsAw: so.

KupKakes: And when you were in grade school together you probably
did homework together and sat next to each other in the
cafeteria, right?

KupKakes: right?

BuZZsAw: so

KupKakes: You probably went on little hikes in the back woods
together, giggled at the same jokes, and passed notes to each
other during the boring classes, right?

BuZZsAw: I'm waiting.

KupKakes: what year are you Buzz?

BuZZsAw: ?

KupKakes: What year are you in school?

BuZZsAw: Freshmen.

KupKakes: Freshmen????  I thought you said you were 16.

BuZZsAw: So.

KupKakes: Fibbing about your age before???

BuZZsAw: So.

KupKakes: Never mind.  Did you have a yearbook for your
eight-grade class?

BuZZsAw: yes..

KupKakes: So how did she sign your yearbook?

BuZZsAw: I don't know.

KupKakes: You don't know????  I've been out of high school longer
than you've been going to school and I can still remember how my
boyfriends signed my yearbooks.  How did Amber sign it Buzz?  She
didn't use any X's or O's did she?  No little heart with an arrow
through it I'll wager.  Definitely no TLA's, did she Buzz?

KupKakes: Don't believe me?  Go look in your yearbook.  Go ahead.
 I'll wait.

KupKakes: BuZZ?

KupKakes: BuZZ?

BuZZsAw: SHUT UP!

KupKakes: she signed it with `best friends always' or `2 good 2
be 4 gotten' or something like that didn't she Buzz?

KupKakes: she sees you as a close friend who she can be herself
with not as a sexual partner who'll make her howl at the moon in
passion.

BuZZsAw: And that's supposed to make me feel real special?!

KupKakes: it should.

BuZZsAw: oh here we go.  I guess now's the time when you tell me
that if I'm patient and wait true love will find me and then I'll
be so happy that I waited for my one true love before I got any
sex. :P

KupKakes: take it from one with experience.  You`ll be much
happier.

BuZZsAw: And I suppose you spent your whole life with your knees
closed and your panties on waiting for mr right?

KupKakes: no I didn't.

BuZZsAw: HA!  Nice to meet you miss hypocrite.

KupKakes: for someone who wants to be a writer, you should
understand the power words can have.

BuZZsAw: so should you.  Be a nice boy.  A pure boy.  A good boy.
 And one day a fairy princess will come and fuck you.  Now please
excuse me while I take it up the ass.  Oh! AH!'

KupKakes: If that's a sample of your writing style I'm not
impressed.

BuZZsAw: ouch.  I'm hurt.

KupKakes: have you ever even done anal, Buzz?

BuZZsAw: Only fags and `hoes take it in the ass.

KupKakes: really?  And which one would you be?

BuZZsAw: HA!  Bet I can guess which one you are?

KupKakes: Can you?

BuZZsAw: beep beep beep whop!  Yes sir.  We have us a gen-u-ine,
100 % `hoe.

KupKakes: so now I'm a whore?

BuZZsAw: As they say, `you are what you eat'.

KupKakes: so wouldn't that make me a cat?

BuZZsAw: ?

KupKakes: well I love eating pussy.  And if that's what I eat,
shouldn't that make me a pussy?

BuZZsAw: that's sick.

KupKakes: my god!  A guy who's actually turned off by the thought
of oral sex!!!!!!!!

BuZZsAw: I didn't say that

KupKakes: oh, you just don't like the idea of having to munch the
muff, is that it?  You'd want the blowjob, but you wouldn't
return the favor and lick her clit, would you?

BuZZsAw: no.

KupKakes: I bet you wouldn't even kiss a girl on the lips after
she gave you a blowjob.

BuZZsAw: YUCK!

KupKakes: Not even after she took your load in her mouth to keep
your pretty dress pants from getting all covered in spunk?

BuZZsAw: Don't make me puke!!!!!! 

KupKakes: oh right.  Now who's calling the kettle black, mr pot?

BuZZsAw: only a fag would kiss someone who had cum all over their
lips.

KupKakes: really??????

BuZZsAw: yeah

KupKakes: that would mean all the MEN I've dated are fags.

BuZZsAw: No accounting for taste I guess.

KupKakes: interesting?  I've never noticed any of them trying to
get sexual with another man while we were fucking.  Even when I
was having a little weekend gangbang party.

BuZZsAw: figures.

KupKakes: What does?

BuZZsAw: you fucking anything that moves.

KupKakes: Well then you figured wrong Buzz.

BuZZsAw: How??

KupKakes: I wouldn't fuck you.

BuZZsAw: Gee thanks for sparing me the horror of your over used
cunt.

KupKakes: HA!  Why do some guys have such a fixation on a girl's
virginity?

BuZZsAw: Maybe because it shows she cares about herself as a
person enough to wait for the right time.

KupKakes: And when would the right time be, Buzz?

KupKakes: No answer?  Well tell me this Buzz, would you still
have the hots for little miss Amber if you knew for a fact she
was `busted', `ruined', `had her cherry plucked'?

KupKakes: Come on Buzz.  Inquiring minds want to know. ?????????

BuZZsAw: Shut up!

KupKakes: oh, Buzz.  You really wouldn't dump poor little Amber
just because she got it on once, or maybe twice, with that big
football player and his huge cock, would you Buzz?

BuZZsAw: FUCK U!

KupKakes: I thought you wouldn't want to fuck my nasty over used
cunt, BuZZ?

BuZZsAw: FUCK U!

BuZZsAw: you try and contact me again and I'll have the cops on
your sick ass.  Motherfucker!

KupKakes: Buzz?

KupKakes: Buzz?

BuZZsAw: WHAT

KupKakes: You were the one that contacted me first.  But don't
worry.  I wont tell little Amber about your stepping out on her
like this.   ;-)

BuZZsAw: FUCK U!!!!!!!!

KupKakes: There you go again begging me to fuck you.

BuZZsAw: shut up sicko.

KupKakes: ok Buzz.  I get the hint.  I'll leave you alone.

BuZZsAw: GOOD

KupKakes: Heaven knows you never would want to `fool around' with
someone like me, would you Buzz?

BuZZsAw: NO!

KupKakes: ok.  I really do hope you find that sweet, innocent,
virgin princess your looking for.  Good-bye Buzz.

BuZZsAw: good-bye.

KupKakes has left the room.

****

Jimmy stretched out on his bed.  Closing his eyes, he pushed the
images of Miss Kupkakes, Fred, Keith, and all the jerks he had to
deal with at school out of his mind and focused instead on the
beautifully persevered memory of Amber's sweet face.

He imaged her naked body resting beside his on his bed.

Within his mind, his left hand slowly stroked her luxurious
auburn hair.  With his right hand he stoked himself, pretending
it to be the gentle touch of her hand.

He rolled his eyes back in pleasure.  In his mind he now held the
young girl's head and guided her mouth up and down the length of
his cock with ever quickening strokes.  The pace quickened.  Her
bobbing head was nothing more than a mass of auburn hair.

With a quick, fleeting, rush of pleasure, Jimmy shoved his hips
up into the air, imagining that he was forcing his cock deeper
into Amber's mouth and down her throat.  Then, with a single
grunt and heave, he let loose and sent the pent-up lust he held
for his childhood sweetheart spraying out over his hand and onto
his stomach.

Jimmy lay on the bed naked, the slimy, gooey, liquid oozing out
of his wilting cock, covering his hand, and quickly running down
between his legs to wet the bed sheet.

Without moving his body, he reached over and grabbed the damp
washcloth that was on the nightstand.  Quickly he wiped the
disgusting slime off of his skin.  Then balling the smelly cloth
up, he tossed it into his hamper.  Turning over on his side, he
felt the cool, wet head of his flaccid cock fall against his leg;
the last few remains of the slimy liquid leaking out and
dribbling over his leg.

Jimmy fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.

As he slept, Jimmy felt something slowly move up the length of
his body.

His eyes, heavy with sleep, opened, and in the pale light of the
moon, tried to focus on the figure slithering up his body toward
his face.

Softly a feminine voice purred, "Mmmmm.   Mmmmmm."

The slithering form now covered the full length of his naked
body.  The head, he assumed it was the head of the creature,
hovered above his own head.  In his nostrils was a familiar scent
of musk.

The head dipped lower.

"Amber?"

"Mmmmmm," she replied, her blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
Her pink lips glistened with a liquid sheen.

She tossed her long hair over to one side and leaned forward to
kiss him.  Eagerly, Jimmy raised his head to meet her kiss. 
Their lips touched.  Amber opened her lips.  Jimmy opened his
lips in response, eager to French kiss his childhood sweetheart.

His tongue slid past her moist lips and entered her wet mouth.

Quickly he broke off the kiss and pushed her away from him.  His
face twisted in revulsion at the bitter, salty taste that had
covered his tongue.  Repeatedly he wiped his tongue against his
palm trying to get rid of the disgusting taste.  "What the fuck?"
he cried.

Amber tried to move closer to resume their passionate kiss. 
Jimmy was just as determined to keep her away from him.

Amber, now on all fours and straddling Jimmy's body, purred and
moved like a feline in heat and desperate for a mate.

"No!"  Jimmy had his hands on her shoulders trying to push her
back.

"Mmmmm, come on, Jimmy," she purred, a creamy white liquid slowly
running from the corners of her mouth.  She moved closer until
the tip of her nose touched his.  The white liquid now began to
drip from her chin and fall on his chest.  "Try it.  You'll like
it.  It tastes just like the lemon cream filling they use in
those delicious TasteyKake Cream Pies."

She leaned forward and gave him a quick, deep, open mouth kiss.

He pushed her away and off the bed.

As he tried spitting out the horrible tasting liquid, he heard
laughter from the dark corner of his bedroom.  He reached over to
his nightstand and turned on the lamp.

In the corner of his bedroom, standing just in front of his
closet doors and naked, were Keith and Fred Dulas.  Both boys
were holding their cocks in their hands.

"I always knew you were a homo fag, Jimmy," Keith shouted with
glee as he waved his cock around in the air.

"Hey, Amber," Fred called out as he stroked his cock back to full
strength, "get back over here and let me give you a refill." 
Amber eagerly hurried across the floor on all fours.  Kneeling in
front of him, she hungrily shoved the entire length of his cock
into her mouth and down her throat.

With a manly grunt, Fred let loose and began shooting his load
into Amber's eager mouth.  She swallowed as much of the liquid as
she could, but soon had to pull away from the cum hose.

Standing proudly with his cock thrusting out and upward, Fred
continued to spew the thick white liquid from the head of his
cock.  "Hey, homo," Fred shouted, "get over here and start
swallowing, you fag."

"I got a better idea," Keith said.  "Let's get that cupcake bitch
to drink it."

"Yeah," Fred agreed.

Keith turned and called into the darkness of the closet.  "Hey
KupKakes!  Come out, come out wherever you are."

"We've got a tasty treat for you," Fred added, waving his cock in
swooping loops as he tried writing his name in the air with his
endlessly flowing sperm.

"Come on, KupKakes, we know you're back there hiding in Jimmy's
pants.  Come out and get your protein shake."

Jimmy watched as a figure emerged from the darkness of his
closet.

The figure, unmistakably female, was a grotesque monstrosity that
would have repulsed even the sickest sexual pervert.  The legs,
too long and skinny, were spread wide apart even as she walked. 
Her ass looked as if two basketballs had been surgically
implanted under her skin.  Her abdomen, what little there was of
it, consisted entirely of a cute little round bellybutton. 
Standing nearly two feet out from her chest, her breasts, the
size of full-grown, hard watermelons, stood rock solid as she
moved.  And her mouth, permanently opened in the shape of an
oversized O, was lined with lips that appeared filled with long
skinny balloons.

She took each boy's cock in a hand and gave a friendly yank. 
"You boys called?"

Jimmy's mind swam as he heard the unmistakable voice of Amber
coming from the creature that had just walked out of his closet.
The creature that he knew for certain was Miss Kimberly
KupKakes.

Eagerly, the sexual creature bent over and stuffed Fred's spewing
cock into her mouth and began gulping the thick white liquid down
like milk.  From behind, Keith approached and shoved his erect
cock into her backside.  The room was soon filled with the loud
slap of wet flesh smacking together, and of the unmistakable
sound of someone hurriedly gulping and swallowing continuously.

Jimmy sat and watched the three in silent horror.

Amber, the real one, his childhood sweetheart, the beautiful
auburn haired little angel that he had always cherished, crawled
up onto the bed and sat next to Jimmy.

"What's going on, Amber?"  She did not reply.  "Amber?"  Jimmy
turned to look for her reassuring face, but she wasn't there
sitting next to him.  Looking back at the three sex fiends, Jimmy
was horrified to now see `his' Amber bending over at the waist
and eagerly taking Fred's still spewing cock in her pussy.

He recoiled as he heard his sweetheart yell and scream with wild
animalistic lust for Fred and Keith to rape and use her like the
whore she was.

"Amber?" he sobbed.

"I'm right here, Jimmy."

Jimmy turned to the comforting tone of his sweetheart's voice.

He screamed and jumped back in horror.

Sitting on the bed next to him was not the beautiful young angel
of his childhood, but the grotesque sex object of lust - Miss
KupKakes.

"What's wrong, Jimmy?"  She reached out with a hand to touch his
face.  He quickly pulled himself away.  "Jimmy?" Her pornographic
physique made a mockery of her sad, sincere voice, "why don't you
like me any more, Jimmy?"

"You're not my Amber!  You're a freak."

"Jimmy."

He slapped her hand away.  "Don't touch me.  You're not Amber. 
You're that sick KupKake freak from the Internet.  That's who you
are."

With both hands she reached out to him.

Angry and afraid, Jimmy grabbed her wrists tightly.  With growing
hatred for the ugly creature, he forcibly shoved her away from
him.  But as the repulsive creature fell backwards off the bed,
it was sweet little Amber's voice he heard crying out in fear.

"Amber!" he cried, rushing to look over the side of the bed.

There, on the floor next to his bed, lay the sweet innocent angel
of his heart crying.

Jimmy jumped off the bed and rushed to her side.  He knelt beside
her.  Brushing her hair away from her face he apologized
repeatedly and begged her forgiveness.

"Why did you do that to me, Skippy?" she used the nickname she
had given him in childhood.

"I'm sorry, Sweet Pea," he replied in soothing tones, using the
pet name he had given her back in fourth grade.  "I thought you
were that creature.  She tricked me somehow."

"Oh, Skippy."  She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged
him to her tightly.

With ease, he scooped her up into his arms and lifted her off the
floor.  Gently he set her down on his bed.

Turning on her side to face him, she tapped the bed lightly with
her hand and asked him to lie beside her.

Jimmy sat on the bed, turned to pull his feet up off the floor,
and then slowly reclined back to rest his head on the same pillow
as her.  The two childhood sweethearts were finally resting side
by side like lovers.

Glancing over at the darkened corner of his room, Jimmy felt
relief that Keith, Fred, and the creature were no longer in his
room.

The bed squeaked and sank down slightly in the middle.  Jimmy
felt Amber slowly roll her body over on top of his.  Amber sat up
and straddled his waist.  She smiled down at him, and then
crawled forward until her hips were over his head.  She then
spread her knees out.

Jimmy struggled to get her off of him.

"What's the matter, Skippy?"  Amber spread her legs open farther
and positioned the lips of her pussy just over his mouth.  "Don't
you want to munch my sweet little muff?"

Jimmy's eyes widened in horror as he looked up, past the dripping
slit, to her face, and saw the hideous sneer of Miss KupKakes as
she looked down on him.

She reached between her legs and spread open her lips.  "Don't
you want to lick my clit?"

"No!"

"Come on, Skippy."  She leaned down close to his face.  "I've
always given you a good blowjob, haven't I?"

"No!  You're not Amber."

She pressed her pelvis down against his face, forcing her open
wet pussy onto his mouth.  Grabbing his hair, Miss KupKakes
pulled his face up tight against her crotch.

"Mmmm.  Get ready," she rolled her hips round on his face, "Here
I come."

Jimmy gagged and choked on the disgusting, slimy liquid that
followed out of her and into his mouth.

In his ears, he heard the voices of Keith, Fred, and Amber
repeated over and over again, "Skippy is a homo.  Skippy is a
homo."


The End

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