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OTEC_JoyStreet
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan


The next opening night, Vin wandered on stage
wearing a straw hat.
"Many of you men are here tonight, because your
wife told you she wants to pull a train."
Laughter
"But what about us men who want to pull a train?"
"Wait right there, I'll be back in a moment,
with a train, men can appreciate."
Vin returned momentarily, driving his farm tractor,
with a train, of five two wheeled trailers following behind,
like baggage carts at a large airport.
The five female forms were in extreme bondage,
leather hoods, leather strait jackets, even their hands
where not visible, only their breasts protruded
from holes in the chest leather.
The trailers were heavily instrumented with lights
and cameras, there were RF data links, to the
five, thirty foot tall screens above the stage.
Old-timers recognized the three women, instantly,
from the Dildos obscenely visible on the giant screens.
Kathy had a 2.5 liter dildo, Beatrice had a 1.5 liter
dildo, on down the line to baby sister, who had a
dildo the size of a felt tip marker.
Vin waved at the crowd, as he roared by, making a series
a large circles and figure eights on the large stage.

Vin roared back to center front, where he came to a full stop.
Apparently, someone had forgotten to secure
Kathy's black leather strait jacket properly,
she was able to sit up, and slide the fingers of both hands
out of an opening in the wrist area of the leather sleeves.
She picked up, Vin's straw hat with her left hand, while
placing the Caligula crown, onto Vin's head with her right hand.
She the hunchback over, grabbing the concealed
bicycle handlebar, she used to steady herself.

Vin turned in his seat with a huge smile for the crowd
"Let the games begin!"

It was a repeat of the Beatrice tour, up and down
all the major streets, past all the vendors, through the food court.
Past thousands of cheering people. For a good look
the huge screens were best, but up close. You could clearly see
five women being fucked silly, as Vin roared by.
This time, he had everyone's informed consent,
he dropped the woman off one by one, at their appointed places.

The crowds in each case, were willing to
Fuck bashful anonymous woman, who was
only able to have sex, if she was covered in leather.

There was never a shortage of hands, to unbuckle
the women, and lift them vertically off their Dildos.
The women could only mumble through the leather hoods,
it was impossible to tell whether or not, they were
thanking the numerous men who gathered, to
fuck them with great enthusiasm.

The last stop was "Joy Street" Vin had suggested
to Little Sister that this would work better in the long run
than "petite men" which did not translate well into Japanese.

Sometimes you could find Lady Kathy on joy street.
She had continued stretching her urethra over the years.
Vin could easily stick his well lubricated social finger in.

Pre-Lazarus unsafe urethral sex was only possible with a medical doctor 
in attendance.
Antibiotics were necessary for the fourteen verities of bladder 
infection that would result.

Lady Kathy enjoyed having small men line up for a truly unique fuck.
There were half a dozen other women with similarly stretched urethra's
who would join her.
There bladders would fill with semen, as they were gang banged.
The women would do contests, seeing who could collect the most semen.
At the end of the contest Lady Kathy would kneel urinating a large diameter
stream of semen into a graduated cylinder.
The other women, would take turns, filling their measuring cups.
Each of them producing a white stream the diameter of a human thumb, as 
customers
watched round eyed in amazement.

Vin had this secretly filmed for the web pages.
It was one of the more often visited pages, on the Fleet Week website.

Vin helped them unstrap Little Sister and carry her
to her reserved mat. Things were more relaxed now
on the new Joy Street, it was more of an honor
system.
Vin was welcome, as he was always careful
never to cause pain to the women of Joy Street.
Increasingly, very small Asian women were to be found there.
Vin, as always, was careful with Little Sister, but they
had been having sex together for years, and had the drill
down pat. Little Sister was having a quivering good time
Vin did not climax, but this was not a problem for either of them.
A small crowd had gathered, like all cultures
there are plenty of Japanese men, who are attracted
to this sort of thing. He left Little Sister in good hands.

Vin had to get back and help Kathy out of her leather outfit, she would 
be burning up by now.
With the obscene outfit, there would be plenty
of Gunga Din, water boys hovering nearby
to rehydrate her.
But first the leather hood he had to come off.
"My goodness look who this is."
"Did you Marines have any idea?"

Vin was off to get Beatrice out of her portable sauna bath.
She elected to leave on her leather chaps, feeling with some justification
there were totally erotic. She was determined to win
her golf counter contest with Kathy.
( She did. )

Vin continued making his rounds, helping women
he loved out of their hot sweaty outfits.
Marveling that some women could only get their jollies
being half suffocated like this, it was like making love
while being wrapped in the shower curtain.
( The following Fleet Week, there was a special section
for leather wrapped women. )

With all five unwrapped, Vin returned to being a sexual tourist.
Sex was no problem, all he had to do was stop
and hold out his hand, some woman would slide
four fingers into his, within moments of his stomping.
Vin had to walk as though he were going somewhere
if he wanted to look. rather than do.
There were three or four thousand women, all of whom
wanted a piece of the guy with the golden Laurel leaf crown.

Vin took the grand tour, past all the vendors, after the vendors
came exhibitions, many of which Vin had designed.
There were two electric tractors, one of them was being
recharged, while the other was busy towing the five trailers.
Women were lining up, for a truly interesting way
to receive a motorized tour of Fleet Week city.

Vin noticed the word free signs that were being sold,
for the first time at this Fleet Week.
A lot of clever work had gone into these signs.
Women would purchase them to put them on the mat
beside them to indicate something they wanted or didn't want.
There was a cleverly drawn bashful blue lady donkey
with mascara and beautifully curved eyelashes.
She had her tail up, exposing her anal opening,
her vaginal opening, was hardly apparent.
She was turned around with a huge smile, actually more of an evil grin.
There was a green circle around the lady donkey.
This was word free for "yes anal is welcome."
The same artist had done the same lady donkey
sitting on the ground, protecting her sensitive places.
There was a red circle, with red diagonal, negation
"anal is NOT welcome."

There was a vertical hairy arm with clenched fist,
two versions, one with green circle, one with red negation.
There was a third version, courtesy of Lady Kathy.
cloud nine: a slender golden arm protruding
vertically from the cloud top, with a small fist,
surrounded by a green circle.
( Slow and gentle fisting is permitted. )
as near as Vin could tell this was the only sign,
without a twin anti sign.

There was a male donkey with a huge erection, with green and red versions.
(Well endowed men are welcome, over sized men are not welcome.)

There were Galapagos tortoises mating.
With red negation: long timers not welcome.
(The lady was doing a contest.)
With a green circle, men who wish to take their time
pleasuring a woman were invited to do so.

There were scores of signs for sale.

The foam wrestling mat vendor had long since
run out of monotone colors,
they were now casting mats out of
contrasting colored stripes, the patterns
had meaning.

Vin had a blue and gold stripe pattern that was
his alone, when he was in the mood, he would lie on his back
women would line up.
Once Vin set the timer at two minutes, he devoted the four ten hour
segments of Fleet Week to this, he had over 700 women
bounce up and down on his erection.
Kathy and Beatrice were genuinely impressed.


Vin wandered by one pattern, that meant
"COFFEE BREAK AREA."
This was another unforeseen problem
like the need for "EMPLOYEES ONLY."
to keep the guard force from going insane.
The problem resurfaced with the large number
of people working in the food court.
The sexual energy in the room was sufficient
to light florescent tubes. Employees could not
managed their eight hour shifts without becoming incoherent.

The solution was the coffee break striped wrestling mats.
Men would mill around in this area, there was no formal line.
The lady food service worker, would walk up and point
at one of the men. As they were already both naked
they began copulating rapidly in moments.
All singles bars should operate this way.
Vin tried loitering at the back of the crowd, it didn't work
it was like Chuck parting the Red Sea.
The next lady worker pointed at Vin and he was
soon engaged in public sex.

Kathy and Vin had visited the Grand Hotel for a third time.
They ask if the garden restaurant was willing to
become a food court participant at Fleet Week.
The dinner restaurant got jealous and threatened
to cause problems, so there were two grand
hotel food court restaurants. The general manager
asked if the hotel could also be a vendor.
At that point, they are the only non sex vendor
at the show.
They didn't work real hard at marketing the hotel,
the booth was just an excuse for senior management
to show up and fuck themselves silly.
The head of marketing turned out to be a lusty lady,
who won several contests.
Head of guest services, was a marvelously tall, beautiful
Black Lady, who had no trouble winning most any contest she entered.

Kathy did a specials for her beloved hotel during VIP week.
She would enter the great convention hall wearing
one of her elegant business suits.
She would let the waiters and busboys slowly undress her.
Underneath her designer clothes was a garter belt and stockings.
These men had spent decades watching Lady Kathy
and her male companions in their restaurant.
Many of them masturbated regularly thinking
of how her marvelous golden gate must appear.
They lined up before her.
She pulled the train.
They fucked her for eighteen hours continuously every time.

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