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MF M+F+ cons exh humor (pedo incest, cons, first, anal, FgMb in various
combinations)

This story was written for Shon's 'Iron Writer' competition.  There are so
many codes because it is actually three stories in one.

The main story is about two adults, Pulsar Longarm and Sally Simile.  The
two included pedo stories are their own stories of how they discovered
their sexuality as children.

The included stories are:

'Mini-Strokers' - a Pulsar Longarm production 
'Fucking Father! - by Sally Simile

--


Meet Sally Simile, Pulsar Longarm, Professor Fleuroscopia Halogina
(Fleur-o-scope-e-ah Hal-o-gee-nah) and spend some time at... 
---

The Erotic Writing Academy
An Iron Writer Story
by: Stasya T. Canine

Professor Halogina staggered into the classroom.  She was carrying a stack
of pink and blue paperwork that I thought I recognized.

"Miss Simile.  Master Longarm."  Yep, it was our homework.  "I have
researched your allegations and come to the conclusion that two bodies, no
matter how they are connected..."

Here it comes, I thought to myself.

"Do NOT go, and I quote,  'Thump, thump, thump in response to our rapidly
consummated lust.' Unless one of you can convince me that your scene has
some basis in reality, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give the two of you
a failing grade in spite of your obvious enthusiasm for researching the
reality aspects of your writing."

By now the rest of the class was smirking or laughing.  Their reactions
depended on if they had helped Sally and I research our story - or not. 
Sally shifted slightly in my lap and squeezed my penis with her vaginal
muscles.  I pulsed myself in response and then whispered. "Do you want to
take this one? Or should I finish setting her up?"

"You were right", she whispered and then she nibbled on my ear a bit.  "I
think Fleuroscopia is upset because I saw her fall asleep while she was
masturbating.  I'll do it."  (If you've never been to 'The Erotic Writer's
Academy', it's time you knew that Professor Halogina insisted that we all
call each other by our first names or whatever nicknames we were given
during the writing course. 'I'm Professor Fleuroscopia Halogina and by the
time I am finished with all of you, we'll all be on a first name basis
anyway', had been her introduction as she disrobed in front of us.)

"Fleuro?  Perhaps Pulsar and I should use some of the classroom props and
demonstrate the situation for you?"  Sally was apparently contrite but her
inner muscles spasmed around me as her body quivered with her amusement.

In spite of her obvious fatigue, Fleuro's eyes brightened and her nipples
suddenly hardened.  "If..."  She trailed off as her lust overtook her
reasoning.  Eventually she remembered she was in the classroom and being a
teacher.  "Yes.  I think the two of you should demonstrate how two bodies
can be made to 'thump'."

I sighed.  In spite of the bets we had with the rest of the class, I had
been hoping for a leisurely fuck and a quiet but intense orgasm.  Now, it
was up to me to help Sally add the final touches that would let us win. 
Oh well.  "Let's do it."  I hugged Sally as she gave me one last squeeze
before sliding off of my manhood.

She pointed at one of the other young men.  "Stubby.  Pulsar will need
your help.  I want the canopied bed moved next to the wall."  He nodded
and grinned.  Part of our research had involved Sally letting several
different sizes of men fuck her.  He'd been promised a return match in
front of everyone if Fleuroscopia fell for our trap.  His penis was of
average length but it was so large in diameter that it looked short.  He
had quickly earned the name of 'Stubby'.

Sally let herself fall back on the bed after we got it positioned. She
turned her head so she faced Fleuro.  "As part of my research for that
story I wanted to find out if the physical sound effects of being fucked
by different sized men were different.  Rather than describe them, I'll
let Stubby and Pulsar demonstrate that they are indeed - different."

She spread her legs and revealed her already dripping pussy.  "Stubby?"

He nodded and then bent down to gently kiss her vulva.  Just before he
pulled away, he flicked his tongue across her clitoris.  She moaned loudly
in response.

He lined himself up and slid home with a squishing noise that was
accompanied by Sal's moan of pleasure.  I watched as his ass muscles
clenched in time to his movements.  Over his grunts, and Sally's moans, we
could clearly hear the bed squeaking as it rocked in time to their
movements.

"Oh, Stub, that feels... SO GOOD!"  Sally started wailing.  Her legs came
up and locked him to her.  From experience, I knew that until she
orgasmed, anyone she wrapped up would never be able to pull away.  Stubby
apparently knew that as well because he began really hammering at her.

Other than the normal squishy sounds, the only obvious nonhuman sound was
the squeaking of the bed.  Most of the class was masturbating and I
noticed that Fleuro was avidly fingering herself as she intently watched
Sally and Stubby.  Sally grunted and screamed first and then a few minutes
later Stubby grunted and drove himself into her.  There was an
unmistakable 'thump' - followed by silence.

Sally and Stubby hugged each other and then she let him go.  Instead of
walking away, he rolled himself to one side as he fell forward.  I can't
blame him.  When she wasn't doing research, Sally was quite able to
exhaust a man in one good fucking.  They kissed and then she rolled her
head to look at Fleuro.

"OK. I heard *one* thump. You used three of them in your story."  Fleuro's
voice was tinged with respect. Some of the class snickered.  They knew
what was next.

Sally closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  "Pulsar?"  Her voice was
weak and exhausted - but firm.

I buried my doubts.  If this worked, Sally and I would be sleeping tonight
rather than doing research for our next collaboration.

I walked over and bent down to kiss her on the mouth.  "Ready?"  I
whispered it and saw her nod.  "OK." I smirked back.

I shifted slightly and blew lightly on each of her breasts.  I licked
around each of her nipples and for a few seconds gently nibbled each one. 
My tongue left a wet trail as I worked my way down to her navel.  I left a
puddle of saliva cupped by its depths before I moved on to the main
course.

Her hips arched to meet my mouth as I slowly tasted her and Stubby's
mingled fluids.  I sucked and slurped noisily.  I wanted the whole room to
know exactly what I was doing.

I tasted.  I wormed my tongue inside her.  I clamped my mouth over her and
sucked with all my might.  Sticky clumps and smooth wetness mingled as I
drained her of Stubby's tangy offering to her altar of femaleness.

Somewhat reluctantly, I pulled away and positioned my penis at her
entrance.  We had some bets to win.

I slid the full twelve inches of my penis home in one implacable stroke. 
I paused and savored her heat and the spasming of her muscles as she once
again got used to me filling her.  We shared grins and then I began
fucking her with strokes that used almost all of my length.  I used a
slowly increasing rhythm that eventually had the two of us slamming our
pubes together.

Instead of working to my orgasm, I steadied my rhythm and waited.

Over her moans, everyone could hear the unmistakable 'thump' as the bed
banged into the wall after each of my downstrokes.  After about a dozen of
those unmistakable thumps I looked over at Fleuroscopia and gave her my
lewdest grin.  Sally was already spasming in the first of her orgasms so
she wasn't able to savor the rueful look of chagrin that slowly formed on
Fleuro's face as she realized she'd been had.

I swapped my grin for my most inviting smile.  I let my lust change the
tone of my voice as I asked...  "Would you like to prove our words to
yourself? First-hand?"

The chagrin was replaced with lust.  Fleuro pulled her hands away from
herself and stood up.  I watched as her readiness became evident in the
wet spots left on the floor as she slowly walked over to join us.

"Yeeeesssss..."  It was a soft moan as she let her hands wander over my
still thrusting body.  She briefly caressed Sally and then she wrapped her
hands around my penis as I slid back and forth.  "It may be that it only
happens with you and Sally.  I think we should discover if it can happen
to more than one person.  For the first verification, you'll fuck me
instead of Sally.  If that works, I'll pick someone to take your place."

She managed to find my lips with hers and we kissed deeply.  She pulled
back.  "It's not that I doubt you but we must be scientific and explore
ALL the possibilities."  She squeezed my penis and then pushed at my hips
to get me to withdraw.  "I think I may have a way to make it possible for
anyone to be able to justify using 'thump' if they need to."

I shook my head in disbelief as I looked at Sally.  In the three months
we'd been in her class, Fleuroscopia had proven herself many times over
when it came to finding non-contrived ways for unusual words to be used in
sex stories.  Sally and I had figured this one would stump her.

Oh well.  I managed to stop my thrusting and wait patiently as Fleuro and
Sally  swapped places on the bed.  "Miss Simile?"  Fleuro's voice was a
little hoarse from her mounting lust.  "You and Master Longarm get a
passing grade on your story."

She raised her voice slightly as she settled and offered herself to me: 
"Pay attention, class.  Take notes because I will expect all of you to
write at least one story using what we learn as a result of our reality
research today."

I still have difficulty believing what happened next.  As soon as I got
lined up, Fleuro lunged upwards to engulf me.  As she pulled herself away,
I heard the unmistakable THUMP! as the bed hit the wall.  Before I could
react, she had lunged up and swallowed me again.  There was another thump
when she slid herself to my tip.  The slippery friction of her sliding
vagina overwhelmed me and I released my inhibitions so I could match her
driving lust.

I drove home as she lunged up again.  Our pubes smashed together with such
force that I felt as if her pubic hair was going to leave lines in my
flesh.  It had been a long time since my pubes were bruised after sex.  I
had no doubt that when we got done, I'd have some bruises.

Well, part of our plan had been to get me a chance to fuck Fleuro in front
of the class.  The payoffs from the bets would just about cover the
tuition costs for Sally and I.  We'd proved that, with careful writing,
you could get Fleuroscopia to fuck at least one of the authors - in front
of the class - in order to verify the truth in their story.  The hell with
the grade.  What Sally and I had wanted was a piece of that luscious cunt
- in public.

There was no finesse to our sex.  I wasn't interested in research.  All I
wanted was to eventually unload my seed as deeply as possible in
Fleuroscopia's fantastically fluctuating female flower.

I thrust.  I twisted.  I froze with my pubic bone nearly welded to hers.

In short, we rutted as the bed thumped in syncopated time to our lust
filled grunts.

My release was sudden.  It jolted me.  I've never heard it said that a man
can pass out from the strength of his orgasm but that's what I did.  I
blanked and the next thing I knew I was on my stomach between Sally and
Fleuro.  One of the other students was thrusting his way to oblivion as
the bed thumped against the wall.

I managed to roll myself on my side and smile at Sally.

She was grinning as she pointed above our heads.  "Look."

I looked.  I chuckled tiredly.  I could see the unmistakable dents in the
wall where the bed was bouncing off of it.  "I wonder if we get to sign
it?"

Sally kissed me and we cuddled.  "Who cares?  Tonight, we sleep."

I think I nodded just before I fell asleep from my exhaustion.

* * *

I stared at the ceiling of our shared bedroom and mused about the day's
events.  "Sal?  I think we have a problem."

I felt her head shift slightly as she lazily trailed her fingers across my
chest.  "Oh?"  She paused and I felt her raise her head.  "You look fine
to me."  Obviously, she was talking about my erection.

"Not that one."  I hugged her briefly.  "We agreed that tonight we'd take
a break to recharge."

"So?"

I paused and tried to figure out how express the 'problem' and not break
the mood.  "One of our self-imposed goals was to go through this course -
together.  Right?"

"So far we've done pretty good at it."  She giggled.  "Some of our
collaborations have been lots of fun.  I don't know about you but I've
learned a lot about how to write reality based fiction."

"Yeah.  There *is* that.  I've learned a lot more than I figured I would."
 I sighed.  "However, there are some subjects we haven't covered.  And," I
hastily added, "I for one see no reason to explore them even if we could. 
I've noticed an unspoken agreement to avoid certain subjects and stick to
more or less universally accepted genres."

She rolled to her back and there was a long silence.  "Now that you
mention it, I see what you mean.  For such a diverse and lusty group of
people, we've all been pretty mundane in our writing."

"So, where do we go from here?"  I put a shrug in my voice.  "In three
months, we've written about most of the male-female and orgy variations. 
I've been, in my free moments, trying to figure out what to write about
that we haven't written about - *and* still obey that unspoken
self-censorship."

Her next words were sort of a surprise. "Bestiality?"  She hesitated as
she thought about the subject.  "No, the subject has never come up and I
think verifying the accuracy might be a problem.  At least nobody has
admitted to personal knowledge and even if they did, how would we be able
to verify they were telling the truth?"

I chuckled.  "Yeah.  I can't see any of us being willing to publicly check
out a person's claims.  Before you ask, no, I don't have any personal
experience to fall back on.  I've watched animals get it on but that's it.
 I don't want to make a fool of myself by using that limited info to write
a story."

"How about rape?"  I tossed it out.

"Too many BDSMers have done variations already.  Orgies are out for the
same reason.  Too many variations already done, including ours."  She
sighed.  "Let's face it, there's only so much you can do with male-female
sex before you get to the point it becomes..."

We turned to look at each other. "Ridiculous." I breathed softly.  "How
could we have missed it?"

She smiled slightly.  "There's one other genre people have shied away
from."

"Oh?  Enlighten me.  I've managed to miss that detail."  I watched her
lips quirk into a half-grin.

"Pedophilia.  How about some sort of humorous pedo story?"  She bent her
head towards mine and kissed me.

"Mmmm..."  I returned her kiss and then let my thoughts wander as I
considered her idea.

"Pulse?"  Sal interrupted my thoughts. "Do you remember our parents'
parties and what happened at them?"

I chuckled.  "Oh yes.  'Parties' is stretching things a lot. 
'Free-for-all-orgies' would be closer."

"Do you remember how we learned about actual sex?"  She was laughing.

"How could I forget?  My mom and your dad invited us in when we thought
they were hurting each other."  I stopped and joined my rueful chuckles
with hers.  "Who'd believe us if we admitted we were writing about
ourselves?"

She managed to stop laughing long enough to seal our agreement.  "Let's do
it and see how it turns out.  It certainly won't be boring."

* * *

Mini-Strokers
A Pulsar Longarm Production
---

"Uncle Tim! You stop hurting my mother - right now!"  The childish shriek
was followed by a slightly higher one that knifed through my head.  "Aunt
Jenny!  Quit hurting my daddy!"

Jen and I stopped fucking each other. I looked at her and my lips quirked
into a wry smile as Joey and Kathy started pounding on the door to get our
attention.  "Do we have a choice?"

She sighed.  "No."

I rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed.  "I *knew* bringing
the kids along was a bad idea."  I mumbled it just loud enough for her to
hear me.

She slid to the edge of the bed and kissed me before she stood up. 
"Nonsense.  We've both wanted to screw our kids ever since we started
these orgies.  The only argument has been about who does what to whom -
and when."  The banging on the door got louder.  "If we don't prove that
we aren't hurting each other, we'll never be able to fuck without being
interrupted by *that*."  She pointed at the vibrating door.

I nodded and smiled.  "Point.  Go open it before they figure out it isn't
locked."  I laughed as she turned to look at me.  The surprised look on
her face was priceless.  "My frustration is a pose.  I'm more exasperated
than anything else.  I was hoping they'd just barge in on us.  Apparently
we've been too successful at teaching them to mind their manners."

She chuckled and I watched as she went over and opened the door.  I
stifled a laugh as Joey and Kathy stood there in shock.  Kathy was the
first to react.

"Aunt Jen...  You're all naked and...  WET!  You smell funny too."  She
added that almost as an afterthought.  Joey opened his mouth a few times
but nothing came out.

I can't blame Joey for not saying anything.  His face was red and his eyes
were locked on Jen's cunt.  I could see the trails left by our mingled
juices as they flowed slowly down her legs.  I didn't doubt that he was
seeing much more than he ever dreamed he would.  I hoped he enjoyed the
sight.  If things went as Jen and I expected them to - he'd be seeing it
several times a day, at least.

Jen, of course, acted as if it were the most normal thing in the world to
let our kids see us naked and after a good fucking.  She always did have
style.

"Kathy, I wasn't hurting your father."  She looked at her son.  "As for
you, young man..." He jerked his eyes away from his mother's dripping
pussy and looked up at her.  "Do I look or act like I'm hurt?"

She smiled as he stammered out a whispered "No, mother."

"Well, you two, I can see that Tim and I need to convince you that we
weren't hurting each other."  She knelt in front of them.  First she
gently loosened Joey's pants and shorts so they dropped to his ankles. 
She lightly touched his penis.  I could see that while he was used to
being bathed, her suddenly personal touch had its desired effect.  His
hips jerked as she stroked him a few times.  The confused look on his face
made it obvious he was surprised to discover that his mother was willing
to have sexual relations with him.  She smiled and kissed him tenderly.

Without saying anything, she reached over with her other hand and slowly
worked it under Kathy's dress and inside her panties.  I smiled as Kathy
jerked suddenly and let out a small gasp of surprise.  Obviously, Jen had
started working Kathy's undeveloped but responsive clitoris.

She finally removed her hands from the two of them and hugged them to her.
 "What we were doing was fun.  That's what these,"  she stroked each of
them again to make her point, "are made for."

She hugged them again and stood up.  "Now, why don't the two of you go
over and apologize to Tim and then we'll all get on the bed and sort this
misunderstanding out before it can happen again."

"OK, Mom.  Yes, Aunt Jenny."  They pecked her on the cheeks and after Joey
had stepped out of his pants and shorts, they came over to stand in front
of me.

"I'm sorry Uncle Tim .  It sounded like my mother was being hurt.  She was
screaming and everything..."  He wasn't looking at my face but at my
growing erection.

I had spread my legs before they entered the room.  So, when they stood in
front of me, they were faced with my crotch.  Just the thought of having
their inexperienced hands on me was getting me excited and hard again.

Kathy was looking at my crotch and then down at Joey's penis and then back
again.  Suddenly she blushed.  "Daddy?  Joey's feels good but yours is so
big.  You put that in Aunt Jen and it *didn't* hurt her?"

That comment caused a twitch that was almost an orgasm.  As nudists, I
wasn't worried about the kids seeing an erection.  That she knew what we
had been doing startled me almost as much as it excited me.  Our kids had
been doing some experimenting on their own.

Jen had closed the door and was now behind them.  "No honey.  I was
screaming because it felt good to have his penis inside of me."  She
looked at her son and smiled.  "He wasn't hurting me a bit.  I'll show
you."

With that she turned and squatted over my penis.  Once she felt me get
lined up, she relaxed her legs and took me in one movement.  As she
wiggled her hips to make sure she was fully impaled by my penis, she
moaned and then smiled dreamily.  "Joey.  Kathy.  Come over here and touch
us.  You both know how we flinch when something hurts."

Their lightly questing and inexperienced fingers felt like they were
charged with electricity.  As they explored our joined bodies, I could
feel Jen quivering inside and then she moaned throatily and shivered in
her orgasm.  Her rapidly fluttering vagina pushed me over the edge and I
stiffened my legs and arched into her as I orgasmed.  Our combined moans
briefly frightened them but they looked at our ecstatic faces and went
back to exploring where our bodies were joined. I felt tentative touches
as their fingers moved through the mingled fluids that seeped out of Jen's
body and down my now softening penis.

"Are you peeing, mom?  You're all wet."  Joey's innocent question brought
a smile to my lips as I waited for Jen's answer.

"No, Joey.  I'm all wet because Tim fucked me and it felt good."

I was watching my daughter and noticed she had a puzzled look as she heard
Jen's answer.

"Kathy."  She looked at me.  I could tell she was hesitant about asking
questions.  "It's ok.  You can ask Jen anything at all.  She's knows
things about you that I never will."  I smiled gently.  "You and Jenny are
women.  Joey and I are men.  There are the obvious differences you know
about.  Some differences are inside.  I can't tell you about them because
I don't know what it's like to be a woman."

She nodded and giggled as she touched my flaccid penis.  "Yes, daddy.  You
go out and she goes in."  She then did something I didn't expect.  She
squeezed me.  "Do you get hard again when I do this?  Joey does."

"Eventually."  I laughed.  "I just orgasmed though.  It takes time for me
to recover."  With all the movies, magazines and books, Jen and I had
never hidden our sexuality from our children.  About all we had ever done
was keep our fucking to those times when the kids weren't around to see
us.

What was the point in trying to do it differently?  We had both decided,
long before we met and the kids started calling us 'Aunt' and 'Uncle',
that we preferred to be open about sex and all its ramifications.  At
least this way we still had some control over what they learned - and a
hope that they would be getting something closer to the truth rather than
all the misinformation that is so common.

Still, for all our openness, while we had suspected they realized Jen and
I fucked each other, we never considered the possibility that they would
experiment on their own.  Looking back, I had to admit their
experimentation was an obvious thing that we should have taken for
granted.

"Aunt Jen?  How come I don't get as wet as you do when Joey puts his penis
in me?  He has to lick me a lot and get me so I feel all tingly inside
before he tries to fuck me.  Then, it hurts so we have to stop.  He
usually starts to hurt before I do and he doesn't want to keep going even
when I want him to."

Well, that pretty much decided who was going to do what to whom.  I think
Jenny realized the solution to the problem about the same time I did.  "I
felt the same way the first time I had sex with a boy.  It's doesn't hurt
when you keep going.  All that happens is that you keep feeling better and
better until all of a sudden you feel so good you can't describe it.  What
you think is pain is really just good feelings that are so strong you
aren't used to them yet.  You'll have to experience what happens when you
let everything happen all the way.  Then you'll understand."

She reached down and put her hands over theirs.  "Kathy, will you trust
your father?  He won't try to put his penis in you but he can do some
things to you that will help you understand what I'm trying to say."

Kathy stopped her movements and looked at me.  I could see her unspoken
fear and doubt.  "Aunt Jen?  I don't know.  I'm afraid.  He's a man. 
You're a woman.  Can't you do them to me?  I want you to teach me what I
need to learn."

Joey's eyes were wide as he started to realize what was going on.  His
brain finally caught up with his awakening sexuality.  "Uncle Tim?  Can
you teach me how to be a man?"

Jenny and I looked and each other and laughed softly.  I answered for both
of us.  "Of course I'll help you start learning what it's like to 'be a
man' and have a sex life.  If that's what the two of you want, we'll do it
that way."

They nodded and then waited for whatever came next.

I helped Jenny get off my lap and then I stood up.  "Come on, Joey.  Jen
and Kathy have 'woman things' to talk about while we talk about 'man
things'."  He and I grinned at each other and then I bent down and kissed
Jen and Kathy.  "Meet the two of you in the pool.  No suits."

I wasn't surprised when Joey kissed the two of them.  What did surprise me
was how he worked his fingers inside his mother's still dripping cunt. 
"See you later, mom."  He finally pulled his hands away and we headed for
the door.

Jen's eyes were wide as she watched us leave.  I think she had finally
figured out that our kids were more sexually aware than we had expected. 
Joey had obviously been spending some time dreaming about his mother and
known exactly what he wanted to do when he had a chance to grope her and
get away with it.

After I closed the door I stopped and looked at Joey.  "What would you and
Kathy have done if one of us had really been hurting the other?"

"Oh!"  Instead of answering my question he fumbled with his discarded
pants and came up with one of our cordless phones.  I noticed the active
light was on and then he turned it off.  He sagged in relief.

He handed me the phone.  "One of us would have pushed the number one.  We
had the nine-one already entered just in case.  Just like you and my mom
always tell us to do."  He finished.

I took the phone from him and leaned against the wall as I shook.  Well,
it had been close but they did remember what we had taught them.  I
settled on my knees and hugged him.  "Good.  I'm *very* glad you didn't
push the button this time."

"We did it right?"  He sounded relieved.

"Yes."  I held him close and started laughing.  "You did it right."  Their
terror and worry had been real.  I wasn't about to judge them harshly for
following our directions during what they thought was an emergency.

"Now, how about you take your pants and shorts to your room?  And you
might as well take your shirt off at the same time."  I looked at him. 
"How come you didn't take it off when you left your other clothes off?"

"Uhh..."  He blushed and looked down at the floor.  "Promise you won't
tell my mother?"

I nodded before I remembered he wasn't looking at me.  "Promise."

"It felt so good when she played with my penis that I was still thinking
about that when she told us to apologize to you.  She smelled funny too. 
Kinda neat and different." He smiled tentatively.  "I forgot I still had
my shirt on."

"Oh, Joey."  I hugged him again.  "Your mother would be happy to know she
made you forget about undressing the rest of the way."

"She would?"  He sounded puzzled.

I nodded.  "She would.  Sometimes a woman likes to know that a man can't
think of anything except how sexy she is.  It's even nicer when she knows
you weren't pretending.  Don't worry about it if she finds out.  I won't
tell her though."

He nodded solemnly.  "Is that one of those 'man things'?"

I grinned.  "In a way.  As you get older and gain experience, you'll find
out that it's just part of a game men and women play with each other. 
Sometimes the rules change and a woman gets upset if you are so interested
in fucking that you forget about other things.  You'll get used to making
mistakes.  They make them too."

I stood up.  "Now, go get rid of your clothes and I'll meet you in the
den."

I watched as he gathered his clothes and ran to his room.  His wiggling
butt sure looked cute.  I wondered how it would feel as it rubbed against
my penis.

I smiled fondly and turned to head for the den.  I doubted if I would find
out today but I was definitely going to find a way to have that penis of
his explore my ass as soon as I could get him to try some serious fucking.
 For his age, it looked a little larger than average.  From his earlier
comments, I knew he already had a pretty good idea about how to use it. 
All I had to do was get him to orgasm.  I was sure the next step would be
easy once he recovered from the intense pleasure.

I sobered as I remembered Kathy and my frustrated desire to help her to
have her first orgasm.  I imagined Jen felt the same way about Joey. 
Well, I could help him learn to enjoy his orgasms and then let Jen take
over from there.  I hoped she would be as gentle and thoughtful with
Kathy.

I sighed as I settled on the couch.  At least Jen could let Joey fuck her.
 I knew I wouldn't be able to fuck Kathy until she reached puberty.

"Uncle Tim?  What's wrong?"  Joey's voice came from the doorway.

"You've fucked Kathy, haven't you?"  I smiled to let him know I wasn't
upset.

He nodded.  "Not like you and my mother."

"But you've put your penis inside her.  Right?"

"Yeah."

I smiled and invited him to join me.  "I can't do that to her for a long
time.  If I did, I'd hurt her and she wouldn't like to have any men fuck
her."

His eyes got wide as he looked at my now throbbing penis.  "You want to?"

I nodded.  "Yes. I've wanted to fuck her for a long time."  I dropped the
bomb.  "Just like your mother wants you to fuck her.  Except she knows you
can do that as soon as the two of you agree to do it.  You don't have to
wait to fuck Kathy - or your mother - unless they tell you to wait."

His eyes got wider as he thought about it.  His penis got hard too.

I reached over and gently enclosed his penis in my hand.  I moved up and
down a few times and then stopped.  His hips twitched slightly and it was
obvious he was enjoying what I was doing.

Instead of continuing to masturbate him, I held his penis and spoke
softly.  "I want you to watch as I jerk myself off.  After I'm done, we'll
talk about what happened and then I want you to do the same thing except
when you usually stop, I want you to keep going.  If you don't think you
can do that, I'll do it for you.  It won't be easy the first time but I
promise this will be the only time I keep doing something even if you tell
me to stop."  I smiled to let him know I really did care.  "The first
orgasm is hard to do for everyone.  It's scary because you don't know
what's going to happen.  After that first one, you'll know why sex is so
much fun."

He thought about it as I waited.  "Is it sorta like the first time I went
down a slide?  I was all scared but I had to keep going because the other
kids wouldn't let me go back down the ladder and one of them pushed me and
it was scary and fun and exciting all at the same time?  And now it's so
much fun that sometimes I keep doing it until mom yells at me to come in
the house?"

"Yes."

"I'm scared."  He took a deep breath and shivered. He looked at me. 
"Someone caught me the first time.  So I was really safe, wasn't I?"

I nodded slowly.

He thought some more.  "This is like the first time you tossed me in the
air and caught me.  You got me feeling real good and then you just tossed
me up a little and caught me.  It wasn't very far but it scared me and
felt funny and when you caught me and did it again I started to enjoy it."

"That's what I'll be doing.  I'll get you feeling really, really good,
just like you do with Kathy.  When it starts to scare you I'll keep going
and you'll find out that instead of pain, it only feels so good you can't
tell anyone how good it feels.  Since I'm a man, I'll know when to stop
before it starts hurting you."

"OK.  You do it.  Now, before I get so scared I don't want to."

I nodded again and instead of answering, I slid back on the couch and
motioned for him to come and sit between my legs.  Once he settled, I
could feel him shivering so I wrapped my arms around him and waited for
the shivers to start slowing.

When his shivering started to slow down I used one hand to lightly stroke
his chest.  Eventually I let my fingers touch his penis and after awhile I
worked my way lower so I could  slowly fondle his balls and trail my
fingers through his crotch.  I knew he was relaxing when his hips started
twitching and he slumped against me.

At that point I started to stroke his penis.  As I slowly moved up and
down, I also gently squeezed and released.  Every so often I would lightly
rub the tip of his throbbing erection with one finger.  The combination
was having the effect I wanted.  It was rapidly getting him close to his
orgasm.  Now that he was leaning into me, I used my other hand to cup and
fondle his ballsack.

My own penis was pinned between his back and my stomach.  Because I
figured he would accept anything I did as natural, I stopped my attention
and gently slid him forward until I could hold my penis flat on the
cushion.  With my other hand, I reached in front of him and under his
balls.  I lifted slightly as I pulled him back against me.  His hot and
quivering asscheeks slowly slid down the length of my penis until he was
once again nestled into me.  I moaned slightly as he shifted a little bit
and then settled when he felt comfortable in this new position.  Once he
stopped moving and leaned back against me again, I went back to
masturbating him and paying attention to his balls.  His involuntary
movements as I increased his pleasure served to excite me even further.

He started breathing in short little gasps.  His hands reached down and
feebly pushed at mine.  Rather than stop, I kept stroking him and used his
short, sliding motions on my penis to gauge how aroused he was.

Without warning he suddenly gave a little strangled gasp.  His asscheeks
clenched and pulsed against my quivering penis. I felt his penis pulse
slightly but as I watched, nothing came out.  In a few seconds his orgasm
was over and he went limp.

I had already quit stroking his rapidly softening penis.  I removed both
hands from his crotch, wrapped my arms around him - and waited patiently
while he recovered.

I could feel the rapid beating of his heart slow.  I wasn't really
surprised when his breathing slowed and his head fell to one side.  The
poor guy had fallen asleep.

Well, he wouldn't be the first male to do it.  I made a mental note to
tell him about the natural result of a good bout of sex and I also
reminded myself to find out if Jen had remembered to tell Kathy that it
was natural and not a 'bad thing' if a man fell asleep after sex.

* * *

Sally looked at me strangely after she read my rough draft.  "That's not
what I remember happening."  She accused me.

"Ok, ok..."  I sighed.  "I know it wasn't like that.  I didn't want to
make it look like the adults were so horny they damn near raped the kids."

She giggled as she remembered what had happened during our 'apologies'. 
"I didn't realize it at the time but the bedroom must have reeked of sex. 
I was so fascinated by my dad's 'huge' penis that I got upset when your
mom changed her hug into a double-fuck.  I don't remember you complaining
when she crammed your dick up her cunt while my dad was still in her."

She chuckled at my rueful look.  "Probably the only thing that kept it
from being rape was the fact we were so excited at the chance to finally
'do it' with our parents - we never thought about resisting.  Remember how
we used to talk about you fucking your mother and me getting fucked by my
father?"

I smiled with the memory.  "Yeah.  She grabbed my dick, lined it up and
then used her other hand to pull me against her.  Once I was inside, she
started me humping and at that point the reflexes kicked in.  It felt so
good I didn't stop like usual and my orgasm hit me.  After that happened,
the problem wasn't getting me to fuck, it was getting me to stop."

Sally nodded and grinned.  "I wasn't any better.  Once we all got on the
bed, my dad started licking and sucking and it wasn't until later that I
realized that I wasn't feeling any pain like I expected.  All I felt was
'real good' and I wanted to keep feeling that way.  I cried when he
stopped and said he didn't want keep going and hurt me.  I guess he hit
his limit and wanted to be sure he didn't lose control and try to force
his penis inside me."

I nodded thoughtfully.  "I guess instinct and all that other excitement
made us forget about stopping when we didn't feel right."

"Good thing we were on a break.  The four of us had sex so many different
ways I still can't remember all the things we tried. About the only thing
I remember clearly other than that first time is that I sure learned there
was more to fucking than putting that,"  I pointed at my penis, "in
there."  I pointed at her crotch.

She smiled at my rather whimsical comment.  Then she changed the subject. 
Her voice changed from lightly teasing and ironic to thoughtful and filled
with gentle love.  "Do you remember the first time my dad actually fucked
me?"

"How could I forget?  The position became an annual event until he got so
old he couldn't fuck you."

Her eyes closed and her hands wandered to her crotch.  "Yes..."  She
smiled and slowly rubbed herself.  "It wasn't what he wanted and it sure
surprised both of you."

She opened her eyes and looked at me.  "That was when I decided we were
going to get married no matter what you or anyone else thought was going
to happen."

I blinked.  This was something I had never heard before.  "Your first fuck
by your dad made you decide you were going to marry me?"

She nodded.

I rolled over and leaned on my arm as I watched her slowly masturbate
herself.  "This I have to hear."

* * *

Fucking Father!
by Sally Simile
---

"Daddy?  When are you going to fuck me?  I mean really FUCK me?"  The
three of us were sitting on the couch and I was between him and Pulsar. 
Aunt Jenny was upstairs getting ready to take her bath before we all went
to bed for the night.

That was something I never understood about Aunt Jenny.  She always took a
bath *before* we went to bed and fucked each other to sleep.  Pulsar and
my dad never complained about the way *I* smelled.  Aunt Jen always smiled
and said "Honey, wait until you are older.  Men never tell us but they do
like their women smelling all nice and fresh before they fuck us and we
get all sweaty and stinky again.  Once you start puberty, your smell will
change.  Considering you are so sexually active, you will probably wind up
smelling freshly fucked or ready to fuck - all the time - unless you have
just taken a bath."

I usually just looked at her and sighed.  "There's something wrong with
smelling like I enjoy sex?"

Jenny always nodded and hugged me.  "Yes, love.  Some people don't like
the smell and you do have to be around other people at times.  You can't
always stay home and fuck whenever you feel like it."

I always sighed and hugged her back.  "Ok, if you say so."

She would then kiss me and smile.  "Now scoot!  I'm going to get cleaned
up and I don't need your help."  I'd laugh and go find Pulsar or my dad.

"Kat, I'll fuck you several times a day *after* you go through puberty and
I know you can handle my size."  I quit daydreaming as my dad gave me his
usual answer.

"Father, you're so blind I think I'll have to get you a guide dog."  I
pinched him lightly.

"What was that for?"  He tickled me back and we started laughing.

I started playing with his penis and then stopped.  "I'll tell you later. 
Let's go to bed."  I got up and reached down to tug on his penis.  "This
guy needs to be relaxed.  Pulse?  You too.  I've got a neat position we
can all try.  I read about it and now I want to try it out."

Neither of them knew about my real plans and that was the way I wanted it.
 I had already made up my mind that tonight I was going to get my dad to
really fuck me in the cunt for the first time.  Pulsar knew that I was
going to eventually get it to happen and had agreed to help me.  What he
didn't know was that *he* was going to be the first person to fuck me in
the ass.  I'd been stretching myself for months, so I already knew that
what I had planned for this evening  would work and wasn't going to be
painful, even at first.  I sure enjoyed having all of Aunt Jen's sex toys
available to play with.  I was *really* glad she was too polite to ask me
which ones I used the most and what I used them for when she wasn't
around.

As we got to dad and Jen's Bedroom, I pointed.  "Dad, I want you to lay
down in the middle so your head is propped up by the pillows.  Pulse, you
wait until he gets settled."

They looked at each other and then they both smiled and shrugged.  My dad
commented, "Let's do what Minklet wants.  She'll pester us until we do it
her way anyway."  He tossed his robe to one side and Pulse took his off
and waited while my dad got comfortable.  I was a little disappointed that
neither of them was hard yet.  But, by the time I was done getting them
ready, I figured they would be more than willing to do some serious
fucking.  I listened carefully and heard the water running in the bathtub.
 Good.  Aunt Jen wouldn't be disturbing my plans at a critical moment. 
Still, I knew I'd have to move fast once things started happening.  Dad
was such a stick sometimes and I didn't want him able to back out.

"OK.  Pulse, you get on the bed so you face my dad.  Then sit down with
your legs stretched out in front of you.  Once you do that I want you to
move one of your legs so it is on top of one my dad's and move the other
one so it is under his other leg.  After you do that, I want you to scoot
up until your balls are pressed against his."

He got on the bed and positioned himself.  "Like this?"  After I nodded he
scooted himself forward until their balls touched and then he stopped. 
Both of them were getting hard.

"Yep."  I grinned as I tossed my robe on the floor and jumped on the bed. 
My hands dived for their dicks and I started stroking them and rubbing
them against each other.  "How's that feel?"  Before they could answer I
bent down and swallowed first Pulse and then my dad.  I went back and
forth for a bit and barely heard one of them say "Great!"

They were both hard and I had them really wet with my saliva - so I sprang
my trap.  I held them against each other and sure enough, Pulse was
obviously bigger than my dad.  Good.

I pulled my head away and grinned at my father.  "Look dad.  Pulse is way
bigger than you are and he fucks me all the time.  Now, don't you think
it's time we both fucked each other?"

Before he could gather his wits and reply, I straddled them so I was
facing my dad.  I wanted to be able to see his reactions so I could
remember them for my diary.  I knew I wouldn't be able to see how Pulse
reacted but I figured I could get him to tell me about it later.  Besides,
his penis would tell me everything I needed to know about how he felt.  I
aimed my dad at my cunt and I aimed Pulse at my ass.  As soon as I had
them both lined up, I let myself relax and I forcefully impaled myself on
the two of them.

"AHHH!"  I couldn't help my moan of pleasure.  Having the two of them in
me was real different than the dildos I had been using.  Lots better.

I looked at my stunned dad.  "There.  See?  You fit just fine."  I started
fucking the two of them.  "And Pulse gets to be the first person to fuck
my ass.  My first fuck by my father, my first assfuck and my first
doublefuck."

Just before my orgasm overwhelmed me and they tried to force themselves
deeper, I closed my eyes and smiled happily.  "What a wonderful birthday
present you two are giving me."

At that point they got the hint and managed to move a little and really
fuck into me as I came down.

Pulsar never hesitated or protested about what I had done.  As he started
to fuck my ass in earnest, I decided that our teasing had gone far enough.
 When we were old enough, I would make sure we got married.  I couldn't
really picture anyone else in my life anyway.  Some of the boys were
bigger.  Some were smarter.  None of them were Pulsar.

* * *

When Sally finished, I laughed so hard she started to blush.  "Hell, we
were always having so much fun fucking each other the normal way it never
occurred to me you wanted to be assfucked.  All you had to do was ask."

She nodded and smiled.  "Wasn't it better the way we wound up doing it?  I
bet you thought you were going to be ignored the first time my father
fucked me."

I smiled wryly.  "Point.  Set.  Match."  I hugged her.  "I sure don't
regret your decision.  Thanks for letting me know I didn't really have one
to make.  I never knew that - until now."

I gently inserted my penis in her willing body.  "Looks like this stay at
the Academy has been worth it."

She clenched so I couldn't move.  "Shall we make it an annual event?  Say
yes or I won't let you go."  She grinned.

"Sure, why not?  Maybe by next year we can figure out a way to stump
Fleuroscopia."  She released me and I surprised her by not starting to
fuck her.

"Pulsar?  Is something wrong?"

I wrapped her in my arms.  "Nope.  Sometimes love means NOT fucking your
wife until she's bow-legged."

"Oh."  She massaged my penis a bit and then kissed me tenderly.  "I always
knew you were special."

That was all we did before we fell asleep.

* * *

We were finally going into the last week.  Everyone was relaxed about
public sex and we had all learned a lot about writing and life.  Sal and I
had been sort of envied because we were the only married couple.  Everyone
else was either older singles or, from our point of view, young kids. 
Most were in their early to mid twenties.  We weren't the oldest, quite,
but we had become kind of unofficial 'parents and confidants' to many of
the others.

We weren't really that much older than they were.  Just more experienced
at life and enjoying ourselves.  Some of the younger ones held us in a
sort of awe.  We'd been *married* almost as long as they'd been alive. 
Two people who are thirty-four and have been married since they were of
legal age at fifteen are a novelty by anyone's standards these days.  It
also gave us an incredible advantage when it came to talking about sex. 
There wasn't much in the way of normal, non-abusive sex - that we hadn't
tried at some time in our lives.

Another advantage we had was that we were relaxed when performing in front
of a crowd.  Those long ago orgies with our parents had quickly eliminated
our shyness and turned us into relaxed 'performers'.

All that aside, the topic for the last week had been the 'final'. 
Fleuroscopia had smiled slightly and announced that all we had to do was
come up with a position that nobody had used previously or find a creative
situation that made sex a natural result.

Even Sally and I had been stumped - so far.

So, here we were, sitting in the cafeteria eating breakfast on the first
day people were expected to put on their 'performances'.  Nobody had to
actually act out their scene but by now the spirit of camaraderie and
competition had everyone so 'up' that nobody talked about or suggested
backing out or just reading something they had written.

I looked at Sal and sighed.  "Come up with anything yet?"

She looked down at her food and shook her head.

"Damn."  At least that got a reluctant grin.  "Neither have..."  I stared
at our plates and then at the folks running the cafeteria.  "I'll be
damned.  I *do* have an idea that nobody has used.  Nobody has even
*mentioned* it."

I settled back and waved Sally off when she asked me what it was.  I
mentally inventoried the props in the classroom and when I realized one of
the essential props I needed was missing, I was sure I had something.  I
grinned and started laughing out loud.  Some of those near us looked over
at me.

Sally had that exasperated look I knew so well.

"Sal, what's the one thing we do so often that we no longer have to think
about doing it every day?"  Before she could answer I leaned forward and
motioned her in close so I could whisper in her ear.  " 'Doing the
dishes.' "

"Oh. My."  She started giggling.  I had to hand her a glass of juice when
she started hiccoughing.  Eventually she got herself under control and
leaned back to grin at me.  Her grin turned devilish as she turned to
slowly scan the room.  "That's so absolutely *perfect*, it's *evil*."

I had some of the same deviltry in my smile when I nodded.  "Better yet,
we'll have to improvise.  There's no kitchen sink in the props.  I doubt
if anyone here will take the time to think about what's missing.  We
certainly didn't."

When we got to the classroom we grabbed our favorite overstuffed chair and
I sat down first.  Once I got settled, she took the time to get me hard
before she impaled herself on my penis.  Some of the other 'students' were
pairing up and finding comfortable places to settle.  By now, this quiet
settling in was so normal nobody really paid attention to what was going
on.  The relaxed closeness was far more important than the sex.  What had
started as a novelty in the early days had become so routine we didn't
really think about it.  Fleuroscopia had taught some of these people stuff
that was far more important than any improvements they had made as
writers.

By now everyone had spotted how relaxed and carefree Sally and I were
feeling.  Most had figured out that we were 'up to something'.

Fleuro walked in and settled on the bed she used as her 'desk'.

"Well?  Who's going to start this off.?"  People started sheepishly
shaking their heads.  Many of them them turned to look at Sally and I.

Fleuro noticed the trend and looked at us.

We tried to look as innocent as we could.  "Us?  Well...  Yes, we did come
up with something that might work."  Sally was grinning by now.

Fleuro blinked and looked slightly flustered.  "You did?"  Her disbelief
was unmistakable.  That was the first hint anyone had the she had expected
everyone to fail to come up with anything.

Sally smiled and nodded slowly.  "Actually, Pulsar thought of it this
morning while we were eating breakfast."

Fleuro gathered herself with an effort and settled back so she could see
the front of the room.  She smiled ruefully.  "This has never happened
before.  Congratulations."

She gestured in the general direction of the cleared area we called 'The
Stage'.  "The Stage, as they say, is yours."

Sally got off my lap and turned to offer me her hand to help me up.  "The
play 's the thing,"  Her quiet comment fell into the sudden silence that
surrounded us.

I smiled as I reached and used her strength to help lever myself out of
the depths of the chair.  "Wherein I'll catch..."

Together, we completed the famous phrase.  "The conscience of the King."

Sally tugged me towards the props.  "Let's get on with this."

We looked around and studied things.  I pointed at a table.  After a
whispered consultation we hauled it over and placed it an angle so that
when we faced it, people could clearly see between Sally's cheeks when she
bent over.  After we were satisfied with that, we grabbed another table
and set it off to one side and set two chairs on opposite sides of it.

We found some plates and utensils and set them on the table.  Two large
salad bowls went on the first table.  Next, we found a hotplate and a
large pot.  We set the temperature and filled the pot with water.  A quick
search of the cupboards and we found some dish soap.  That discovery led
to another consultation and we decided to raid the refrigerator for some
food and actually get the plates dirty by eating from them.  Just to
confuse people, we rolled the portable dishwasher over and put it at one
end of the first table.

Hurried glances at the class told us that most of them were either
intrigued - or bored with it all.  Fleuro and a few of the older folks
were the only ones really paying attention.  Well, that would change once
we started our skit.

A last look around to make sure we had everything we needed and then we
walked to the center of our 'set' and faced the class.

I bowed.  "Ladies and Gentlemen of the thirteenth graduating class of The
Erotic Writing Academy.  The PulSim Players are proud to present..."

Sally mimed a curtsy and then finished it.  "Doing the Dishes."

We were rewarded with a few giggles, a lot of puzzled looks and a couple
of startled gasps.  I looked at Fleuro.  She was studying us and had a
thoughtful look on her face.

I went over and held a chair for Sally.  She came over, sat down and I
helped her get positioned.  Once she was seated, I slapped together a
couple of sandwiches, as if we were going to eat a quick snack.  I served
her one, put the other on my plate and then dug in the fridge and got us
something to drink.  I poured that in the two cups, put the container back
and returned to sit down.

We ate.

After she finished her snack, Sally got up, picked up all our dishes and
put them on the other table.  She turned back, pointed at me and then the
dishes.  Her meaning was clear.  "You wash them."

I sighed and got up.  She stood back and smiled as I walked over, poured
some of the the now hot water in one of the salad bowls, added the soap
and then placed the dishes, cups and utensils in the bowl of soapy water. 
While my hands were starting to wash the first dish, I glanced over at
Sally and then nodded my head at the other bowl as if to say, "I'm
washing, you can rinse."

She sighed and then smiled slightly.  After a pause she walked over and
added some of the remaining hot water to the other bowl.

I placed the first dish in it and reached for another one and started
washing it.  Sally rinsed the first one and then, instead of setting it to
her left, casually reached in front of me and set it on my right.  As she
pulled her hand back, she trailed her fingers across my chest.

Now that we had established the 'rules', when I placed the next dish in
the rinse water, I casually brought my arm back and moved it across her
breasts.

She rinsed again and this time her arm went behind me when she reached to
set the dish on top of the other one.  On the return her hand went to my
neck and then she trailed her fingers down my spine and wound up casually
reaching between my legs to fondle my balls.  I pushed back into her hands
and spread my legs to give her easier access.  This seemingly casual
movement gave the other people in the room a better view of what was going
on.  (Remember my earlier comment about Sally and I being 'performers'?)

While she had been fondling me, I had managed to wash both glasses and set
them in the rinse water.  Sally looked over, sighed slightly as if to say
"You're still able to do the dishes?" and used her left hand to rise them.
 Now, she still had her right hand in my crotch.  She hesitated and seemed
to think things over.  Finally, she grinned and managed to get both
glasses in her left hand.  She kept her right hand where it was and
reached in front of me with her left arm to set the glasses next to the
dishes.

Since she already had me in a hug, she decided to forget about the dishes
and slowly knelt down beside me.  Her left hand found my penis and began
gently stroking it.  I shifted backwards to give her more room and then
turned my hips so my penis was hitting her face.

Her reaction was to start mouthing it.

I moaned slightly and seemed to forget about the dishes.  My hands came
out of the water and I reached down and put them on her shoulders and
pulled her against me.

We looked at each other and grinned.  Then she came out of her own daze
and looked at the wash water as if to ask if I was done yet.  I looked and
shook my head "No."  She sighed and stood up.

I quickly did the few utensils and put them in for her to rinse.  As she
stepped up and leaned over the table, it was my turn.

I stepped behind her and reached between her legs and started fondling
her.  My hands were still soapy so I wandered her cheeks and casually
groped her.  Eventually she moaned and stopped rinsing.  She left her
hands in the water and braced herself.  Then, she slowly spread her legs
and suddenly rolled her hips so her vulva was presented for easy access.

Instead of fucking her right away, I resoaped my hands and slowly worked
my way down her spine and then along her sides.  She shivered and pushed
herself back at my crotch. It wasn't an invitation, it was an obvious
demand.  She wanted to get fucked.  Forget the foreplay, fuck her *now*.

With that obvious hint, I quit playing and while I lined myself up with my
left hand, I used my right hand to pull her back onto me.  Once I was
started, I paused with just the tip lodged within her.

Sally, frustrated with my slow approach, jammed herself partway down my
penis.  She started fucking me.  Now that we were into it, I leaned over,
braced myself on the table and let her do all the work.

It wasn't long before she worked her usual miracle and I orgasmed.  Rather
than bury myself and savor the sensations, I pulled out and with semen
still dripping from the end of my penis, turned to face the class.  There
was a brief wait while Sal just stayed in position as if catching her
breath.  I glanced over my shoulder as if I was checking on her.  Sure
enough, her lips were oozing and it was obvious she'd just been fucked. 
She pushed herself upright, turned, came over to stand in front of me and
with a smile pulled my head down and kissed me.

"Showoff."  I whispered as she pulled away.

"Yep."  She settled in at my side and then as I bowed, she once again
mimed a curtsy.

I smiled and wrapped an arm around Sally's waist.  "Show's over folks."

Without any more words we casually walked over and resettled in the chair.

Fleuroscopia got up and went over to stand in front of the table that had
been our 'kitchen sink'.  "Well, they passed *their* final."  She leaned
back in obvious invitation.  "Anyone want to help me do the dishes?"

At that point we all started laughing and clapping.

Obviously, the graduation ceremonies for the thirteenth class of The
Erotic Writing Academy - were over.
---

Stasya T. Canine
Sept 6, 2000

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