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Yo-yo Chronicles One: Two Peas in a Pod



   By Ed Rider



   Opposites attract.  Whoever said that never met Jory and me.

   I take that back.  I can't even think of anyone else remotely like us.
So the rule must be true.  It's just that we are the exception to that
rule.

   Sometimes our friends tease us about how similar we are, but it doesn't
bother us at all.  We are totally the same, like two peas in a pod. 
Whatever I like, she likes.  We like the same books and the same movies. 
Politically, we have the same opinions.  If I try something new at a
restaurant and don't like it, I know she wouldn't like it either.  If she
tells me about a great new band she heard, I know I'm going to love it.

   When we make love, it's like I'm making love to myself.  If I try
something new and like it, she likes it, too.  And when she does something
different and enjoys it, it usually drives me wild.

   There are some differences.  Jory is all woman, and I enjoy being her
man.  There's no gender confusion with us.  She has a great body, slim and
symmetric, except for her slightly oversized breasts.  Her ass is small,
round and perfect.  I'm about eight inches taller than her and a lot more
angular and muscular.

   My testosterone is pretty strong, so I can't help noticing that most of
her girlfriends are hot.  When she catches me looking at one of them
occasionally, she kids me.  But she's also got a strong libido, and I
sometimes see her eyes follow one of my friends or a well built guy working
out at the club.  I don't say anything, because I can't picture Jory
cheating on me.

   I never go beyond looking, and though occasionally a woman I meet
through work comes on to me, I never flirt back or try anything.  I've
never seen Jory flirting either, but I'm sure guys come on to her when I'm
not around.  It doesn't matter because, as I said, I'm not jealous.

   We do have different careers, but the bottom line is we're both in
people type jobs.  I'm on the road sometimes, but usually only a few days
each month.  I wouldn't take a job that kept me apart from Jory too long.

   Another thing we have in common is that we like to surprise each other,
especially for birthdays or anniversaries.  We pretend that we are pushing
each other out of our comfort zone, but we both know that if one of us
likes the surprise, the other one is going to like it too.

   About two weeks before my birthday this year, Jory told me she was
working on an unusual surprise gift and that I needed to block out
Saturday. Saturday was not my birthday, so I wondered what she needed me
for.  Her birthday is a couple of days after mine -- we are even the same
sign -- and I had already picked out an unusual restaurant that was
actually the kitchen of a farmhouse.  The farmer's wife makes dinner for
only two people and only one night a week, and almost everything is grown
and picked from her garden that day.  I was hoping that Jory hadn't heard
about the place.  I knew she would love it.

   The doorbell rang Saturday morning, and when I answered it, Myra was
standing there.  Myra was one of Jory's friends that I had never warmed up
to.  It wasn't because she was a butch lesbian.  Jory had some other gay
girlfriends that I got along great with.  But any conversation with Myra
sooner or later evolved into her complaining about men, putting men down or
ridiculing men.  Jory told me that when there were no men around, she was a
lot different, but she had been abused by her father and it put a real chip
on her shoulder.  Jory saw to it that Myra and I were usually not in the
same room together.

   So I was a little surprised to see her there.  She said "Hi" in her low,
gruff voice and aded, "Jory's expecting me." She rudely pushed past me
without even a smile.

   Jory came out of the kitchen and said "Hi, Myra.  You can go ahead and
set up while I tell Ken what we're doing." Myra walked back out making a
loud sound with the men's boots she was wearing.  Jory sat down on the
couch and motioned for me to sit in the chair facing her.

   "I got the idea for this present about a month ago," she said.  "The
surprise is today, but you won't receive the present until your birthday."

   I looked at her puzzled, and she laughed.

   "I'll explain everything," she said, "and it won't take too long because
we have some things to do.  This started the day after you came home from a
four-day road trip.  You were out running some errands, and I was cleaning
in your office when I thought of something I needed to Google, and I saw
your laptop open on your desk, so I sat down and started typing.  But when
I was clicking on the site, my hand slipped and by accident the pointer
went to the top of the page, and I clicked on History.  I started to close
it, but then something caught my eye.  You had been looking at 'Anal
Housewives Dot Com.' I was surprised.  I never knew you were interested in
anal.  You've never said anything to me about it, probably because I've
mentioned how much it turned me off, and I just figured you felt the same."

   "Stop, Jory!" I said.  "I can explain."

   "Wait, Ken, let me finish.  I went to the website and browsed around. 
It was just as ugly and disgusting as I thought.  Then I went back and
looked at more of your history.  You had visited a lot of different
websites, and as I started checking them out, I couldn't believe how vile
they were and how demeaning to women.  There were videos of women doing
things that were just plain sick.  I wondered how low they could go, and as
I went from site to site, I saw there was nothing too degrading for them to
do.  Of course, I knew they were getting paid for doing it, but I was still
amazed.

   "I began to think that I didn't know you at all.  You know how we joke
about how similar our tastes are?  Well, this was a side of you that was
completely different from the Ken that I know and love.  Finally, I had to
run to the bathroom and throw up."

   "Stop, Jory," I said louder.  I didn't like where this was going.  "I'm
the same person you know.  It's just that when I'm on the road, well, you
know how charged up I get when we can't get together for more than a few
nights.  If my road trip lasts more than two days, I need something.  I
never go down to the hotel bar looking for action, but I use my laptop to
give me some relief.  What you saw isn't the real me.  It's a frustrated
salesman who wishes he were back home making love to his beautiful wife."

   "Oh, but it is the real you," said Jory.  "It's just a different side of
you than you've ever shown me.  You didn't go to any sites where there were
videos of loving couples having hot sex.  I've seen those sites.  But you
chose videos that showed men doing the grossest things to women."

   "But men don't go for those loving couple videos," I said.  "You know
that, Jory.  Those are for women.  Men are from Mars."

   "Of course," she said, "it's just that I thought you were different,
that you were more like me.  But let me finish, because the real surprise
in my story is still coming."

   I wanted the discussion to end now.  I wanted to get up and take her in
my arms and tell her that I'd never watch those videos again since it
obviously hurt her.  But I sat silently and let her continue.

   "Anyway, I closed the history on your laptop and went back to cleaning.
My mind was all over the place.  Should I tell you what I found out?  How
would you react?  Would you accuse me of spying?  Did you want to do those
things with me?  What kind of a person had I really married?

   "I made a decision to put the whole thing out of my mind until the next
day, and I pretty much succeeded until bedtime, when I had trouble falling
asleep.

   "But the next morning I woke up refreshed.  You don't take your laptop
to the office when you're in town, so after you left, I went to your office
and clicked on your history.  Everything was still there.  I was much
calmer now.

   "Except for a break for lunch and some washing and shopping, I spent
pretty much the whole day at your computer, checking out every site you'd
been to for the last five months.  I was wondering why you only visited the
sites when you were on a business trip, but now that you've told me, I
understand.  At the time I figured you just didn't want to get caught.  I
didn't know your passwords, so I signed up for some of the sites.  That's
why our next Visa bill will have double charges for some of your sites.  Or
do you put them on a secret credit card that I don't know about?  I never
look at the Visa bill, because I trust you.

   "Anyway, I watched just about everything you've been watching.  Maybe
not everything, but enough to where I felt I really understood what things
turned you on."

   "Stop, Jory," I said again.

   "Let me finish, Ken," she said.  "Here's the surprising thing.  I didn't
stop there.  I went on to other sex sites that you had never been to. 
Every kind of site: gay, straight, bondage, domination, she-males, fetish,
you name it.  I saw men doing things to women and other men that freaked me
out, and also I saw women doing the same things to men and other women. 
Something kept me going.  You'll find out when you see the Visa bill.  Or
do you not check it either?

   "After about a week of this, I stopped cold turkey because I was scaring
myself.  I realized, to my surprise, that even though I was still repelled
by what I was watching, it also strangely fascinated me and even turned me
on.  I was interested in the same things as you, just as I always am.  I
didn't really know you, but I also didn't really know myself until I saw
all that garbage.

   "I was no longer upset with you.  I accepted what I had learned about
you and myself, and I moved on.  I knew that I would never do any of the
things that you were watching -

   "And I don't want you to do them," I yelled.  "Can't you understand,
Jory."

   "Let me finish, Ken.  I knew that I would never do any of the things you
were watching, but a few days after this, the subject of our birthdays came
up and a lightbulb went on in my brain when I was trying to think of a
surprise gift for you.  I couldn't believe what I was thinking.

   "What would be the most surprising gift that I could ever give you?  One
that would be personal and unique.  One that you would treasure forever and
yet one that you would never expect in a million years.  I think I've found
it.

   "You know that Myra is a professional videographer.  She does mostly
weddings and birthday parties, but she told me sometimes couples hire her
to do videos of them making love.  I called her and hired her for today.

   "But she is not going to shoot us making love.  I've given her a script
with a list of nine of the most demeaning and disgusting things I saw women
do on your favorite sites.  She's going to direct us, and I'm going to do
every one of them with you.  She's setting up a whole bunch of cameras to
get the action from every angle, close up and far away, and she'll be using
a steadicam attached to her body to get really close-up action.

   "When we're done today, she'll take all the videos to her studio, edit
them and add music to the soundtrack.  For your birthday, I'll present you
with the most exciting porno video you've ever seen.  You can take it with
you on all your trips from now on, although I've decided that I don't care
anymore if you want to go to those sites."

   I jumped up.  "No," I yelled.  "I don't want to do this.  I don't want
you degrading yourself.  That's not how I think of you, Jory.  I know you
will hate every minute, and I'll hate myself for going along.  We can't do
this.  It could destroy our marriage."

   "Calm down, Ken.  Our marriage isn't in danger.  We know each other
better than ever now, and we're still like two peas in a pod.  You're right
when you say I won't be enjoying this, but that's the idea.  When you watch
those girls, you can tell they hate it, even if they're smiling.  They're
only doing it for the money.  Part of the excitement is seeing them
degraded.  I'll hate every second of it, but I'm doing it for you.

   "I know I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do, so you'll
have to decide.  Myra should be almost done setting up the lights and the
cameras in our bedroom by now.  I have to pay her for her time today
anyway. Tell me what your decision is."

   She stopped talking and gazed at me intently.  My mind was racing.  Did
she really want me to do this?  We both knew this would be painful and
disgusting for her.  But she was the one who came up with the birthday
surprise, and she had gone through all the trouble to plan it.

   I looked at her.  She was looking at me expectantly with a strange
quizzical expression on her face.  Suddenly, I became aware of a stirring
between my legs.  This was actually turning me on.

   "OK," I said quickly.  "But only if you promise me that you'll tell me
to stop if it gets to be too much."

   A loud sigh escaped from her lips.  She looked at me with a pained
expression, as if I'd failed some kind of test.  "You know," she said, "as
well as I know you, I really didn't know which way you'd decide."

   I panicked.  "I've changed my mind, Jory," I said.  "The whole thing is
off."

   "No, no," she said.  "I'm not disappointed in you." She didn't sound
very sincere.  "No, you've made your decision, and now I'm in charge. 
We're going upstairs to shoot some video." She started walking up to our
bedroom.  Halfway up, she turned around and saw me still standing there as
if in a trance.  She began waving her right arm, motioning me to follow her
and didn't stop until I began walking toward the stairs.



   Myra was adjusting different kinds of lights, tripods and cameras that
were crowded into the bedroom when I got there.  Some of the tripods were
high in the air, almost to the ceiling, and some were so low that they were
just above the height of the bed, where all of them were aimed.

   "I'm ready," Myra said with no emotion in her voice.

   Jory pulled off her sweats, bra and panties and sat down on the bed. 
After a moment of hesitation, I pulled off my T-shirt, shorts and underwear
and sat down next to her.  I saw Myra sizing me up, and for some reason I
was embarrassed, although her opinion was the last one I'd ever care about.

   "Here's how it's going to work," Jory said and waved a clipboard with a
printout clipped to it.  "Myra is going to read the instructions that I
wrote out in a loud voice, so we both can hear her clearly, right Myra?"
Myra nodded but said nothing.

   "Each scene is timed for 15 minutes, so the 10 scenes could take as much
as 2 1/2 hours.  There's a way they could be shorter that I'll explain.  Of
course, there will be some minutes between the scenes and maybe some
unexpected interruptions, and maybe I'll need to take a break.  I have to
pay Myra for an entire eight-hour shift, but I know this video will take
less than half that time.

   "When Myra reads the instructions, all we have to do is follow them. 
I've tried to make them simple and clear, so there's no confusion.  All
right?" I also nodded without saying anything.

   "Oh, there's something I added after I wrote everything down, so I'll
just tell you that.  While following the script, you are supposed to do one
more thing and that is, 'Ta Da!  Don't come!' She raised her voice as she
said this and laughed.

   "What do you mean, Jory?" I asked.  "I don't understand."

   "It's simple, Ken," she said.  "I've added a game to the video shoot,
like a contest between us.  I'm going to try to make you come as quickly
and often as possible, and my reward will be that each segment will be over
as soon as you come, so I'll spend less time doing whatever disgusting
thing I was doing to make you come.

   "You're going to enjoy humiliating me, so you want to try as hard as you
can not to come, so that I'll endure every minute of debasement.  I'm sure
I'll get you off at least once, but after that, it will be more of a
challenge for me and easier for you.  You should try as hard as you can to
not come.  There's a reason, and I'll tell you when we're done.  But I
promise you, the less often you come, the happier you'll be when we're
finished."

   I nodded, but I didn't understand.  At the moment, I didn't think I
could come at all.  The whole strange scene was now turning me off big
time.

   "OK, please read the instructions for the first scene, Myra," she said.
"Remember, loud and clear."

   Myra cleared her throat and looked at the sheet on the clipboard and in
her booming deep voice started to read.  "Number one," she said, "Lay him
on his back and pull him to the edge of the bed.  Kneel on some cushions
between his legs and push his thighs back.  While pushing up, also push out
his legs out so that his thighs spread.  Keep pushing until he can reach
his ankles with his hands to pull his legs further back.  As he does this,
his buttocks will go up in the air and his cheeks will be spread wide and
his hole will open a little.  Now lean forward and begin licking his anus.
As you do, push hard against the hole with your tongue so he can really
feel it.  Then stick your tongue in.  Push your tongue in as far as it will
go and then push it in and out.  While you are doing this, put your hands
in the bowl of lubricant and start working his testicles and pumping his
penis.  Keep tonguing and stroking until he comes."

   I gasped.  Jory smiled at me and got off the bed and gently pushed me
down on my back.  I saw a stand next to the bed, and on it was big bowl
filled to the top with some kind of thick, clear fluid.  That must be the
lubricant, I thought.

   Jory grabbed my legs and pulled forward until my rear was just over the
edge of the bed.  Then she kneeled on some cushions on the floor between my
legs and began pushing them back and spreading them apart.  I felt my rear
cheeks open as my legs were pulled wide apart.  She was looking over my
flabby penis right into my face with a strange expression as she pushed. 
Finally, she stopped and spoke.

   "OK, grab your ankles," she said.  "Now pull them back.  Good.  Now pull
them wider and further back.  Perfect.  I never knew how much slimy hair
there was around your anus, but then I never looked.  I guess you sweat a
lot in there.  You'll see it for the first time when you watch the video,
but I can tell you, it really looks disgusting."

   I felt so spread apart that I imagined Jory -- and Myra's camera --
could see right up my colon.  Jory hesitated for an instant, and I heard
her take a deep breath.  When her tongue first touched me, I don't know who
jumped the highest off the bed, she or I.  Her head shot back, and I heard
gagging sounds, and then there were some more deep breaths and about 30
seconds later the tongue was back.

   I don't know how she managed to do it.  I couldn't imagine what she must
be thinking.  I felt myself stirring below.  Her tongue inside me was
working despite my repugnance.

   She saw me get hard, too, and I heard a soft splash as she dipped her
hands into the lubricant.  Then I felt them around my testes, playing with
them as she often did to drive me wild.  Except this time her tongue was
moving rapidly in and out of my hole.  It felt warm and moist and was
bringing me along faster than I could ever remember.

   Now one hand moved from my testes, and she wrapped it around my penis
and began moving her fist slowly from end to end and back.  She increased
the tempo and I noticed her hand was now in rhythm with the tongue going in
and out of me.  I began feeling a sense of urgency that become greater and
greater, and then I exploded and spurted streams of liquid straight up my
chest.

   Jory lifted her head from between my legs and looked at me.  I tried not
to look as satisfied as I felt, but I was ashamed, because I was sure she
knew that my lips were pressed together to avoid smiling.

   She turned her head to Myra.  "How long was that?" she asked.

   "Thirteen minutes" was the reply.

   "You'll have to do better than that, Ken," she said in a scolding voice,
but I looked up to see her smiling at me while scrubbing her face with a
wet cloth.  She turned it over and stuck out her tongue and scrubbed at it,
too.  Again she made a slight gagging sound.

   "Remember the game," she said when she had finished.  "You're supposed
to try not to come.  Don't say I didn't warn you.  I promise you that the
less you come, the happier you'll be when we finish.  Really!"

   "OK, Jory," I said.  I was already exhausted.  "I'll do my best." I was
still basking in the afterglow and felt totally agreeable.

   "Are you ready for Part 2?" she asked.

   "I guess so," I said.  I would have preferred to lie down with her now
and take a nap.

   "OK, Myra," she said.

   Myra's voice boomed out again as she read, "Number two.  Place him on
his back again and push up his legs until the he can grasp the ankles again
and pull them apart into the same position as Number one.  Start working on
his anus again the same way, with your hands working his penis.  When I
give you a signal in three minutes, lift your head and move to his penis,
moving up and down on it while sucking as hard as you can.  While you are
doing this, play with his testes with one hand and gently push your other
index finger in and out of his anus.  After the next three minute signal,
get back to his anus with your tongue.  Repeat this process until he
comes."

   I listened intently.  This seemed like just a variation of Part 1.  Jory
lifted my legs again and began following the instructions.  Even though I
felt that I wouldn't be able to get hard again, as soon as her tongue went
into me, I was at full mast instantly.  Then I heard Myra's voice saying,
"Three minutes," and Jory's mouth moved from my anus to my penis.  I
remembered my promise and began trying to control my response, but when her
finger was inserted, I began squirming.  I looked at Myra standing next to
the bed and aiming her camera at my midsection.  I blew out air in short
small spurts and tried to keep the rhythm different from the pace of the
mouth going up and down and the finger going in and out.  When Myra said,
"Six minutes," and Jory lifted her head, she took some deep breaths, and so
did I.  But then her tongue was back working my anus and I was back trying
to put it out of my mind.

   It worked through nine minutes and then to 12 minutes, but when she
stopped sucking my penis while inserting her finger at that point, she
didn't take a break before going right into my anus with her tongue.  For a
second I was out of control and jerking and panting wildly.  I managed to
calm myself but then felt a buildup that was so huge I knew couldn't stop
it.  I tried everything I could to distract myself as she pumped me and her
tongue played inside my rear.  I twitched my nose.  I stuck my tongue out
and tried to lick my nose.  Nothing was working, and I was losing control.

   "Fifteen minutes," said Myra, and as she said it, the penis standing
straight up in Jory's fist erupted like a geyser.  I heard her scream "No!"
But after a few seconds, she laughed.

   I lay there exhausted as she scrubbed her face and her tongue again. 
"Well, well, well," she finally said in a giggly voice.  "You sure won that
round.  Not only did I not make you come, but you came the instant time was
up.  If I could have prevented that, I could probably have gotten you off
quickly in Round 3.  Now not only do I have only one official orgasm from
you, but it's going to be even harder getting another one after you've
already had two.  I can see that I need to think about strategy a little
more." It sounded like she was talking about a board game, but I was too
exhausted to respond.

   "Well, at least I'm not going to be sticking my tongue into you anymore.
Ugh.  I don't know how those actresses do it.  I wouldn't do it again for
any amount of money.  Only this one time for your special present, so I
hope you enjoyed it.  My mouth still tastes horrible.  Are you ready for
Part 3?  I don't know if I am.  Read it, Myra."

   "Number three," said Myra.  "Get on your hands and knees, and he'll get
behind you and he'll slowly push his penis between your cheeks and into
your anus as deep as it will go.  Then he'll slowly pull it all the way out
and without stopping push it all the way in just a little faster.  He'll do
this three times, and then he'll start bumping into your rear as he
continues to increase his speed.  He'll go faster and faster and bump you
harder and harder.  Your breasts hanging down will be jumping in all
directions as he smashes into your rear until he comes."

   I watched Jory shudder a second and get on her hands and knees and look
at me.  "Time doesn't start until you're entering me," she said.

   "I don't know if I can," I said.

   "Watch this," she said, giggling.  "I saw it on one of your sites." She
put her head down on a pillow and reached behind her and pulled her cheeks
wide apart.  "Look," she said.

   I looked straight into her wrinkled bud and then laughed.  It was
starting to move.  It pushed out and pulled back slowly a couple of times
and then started to do it in a kind of syncopated rhythm that Jory was
whistling softly through her teeth.  I laughed at the sight but noticed
that I was getting hard.

   I moved behind her and started slowly pushing my half awake member into
her anus.  It stopped opening and closing and stayed tightly shut, and the
whistling stopped, too.  "Wait!" screamed Jory.  "I almost forgot.  Myra, I
need lube."

   I wondered if Myra was going to dip her fingers into the bowl and stick
them into Jory.  I'm sure she would have enjoyed that.  But instead she
brought over a bulging rubber pouch attached to a hose.  She dipped the tip
and the lower part of the tube into the bowl of lube and inserted the hose
into Jory's anus and began slowly pushing it in.  More and more of it went
up Jory.  I couldn't believe how much.  Then Myra lifted the big rubber
thing above her head in her strong arms and held it there.

   I heard the sound of something flowing and Myra began moving and
squirming in front of me.  The fat rubber thing Myra was holding was
getting thinner and thinner.  Jory was getting an enema.  After a couple of
minutes, I heard Jory say between clenched teeth, "I think all the lube is
in, Myra.  I feel like my whole body is full of it.  Thanks.  Please get
your camera.  We're ready to begin."

   She turned back and looked at me.  "I cleaned myself inside earlier with
two enemas in the bathroom," she said.  "This was just lube to make your
huge thing go in easier -- I hope.  You can start now."

   As I watched the lube going into her, my rod had become hard again.  I
took it in my hand and started to gently push into the Jory's wrinkled
little bud.  As I did, a little of the lube leaked out and fell on the
towel.  I continued to apply just a little pressure, and all of a sudden I
was in with a whoosh of lube squeezing out around my tool and a gasp from
Jory.

   "Stop, stop," she said.  "Let me try to relax.  This feels horrible."

   After a minute, she said, "OK.  Please start again." I felt her tense up
involuntarily as I began pushing into her, but the lube squirting out
around me was smoothing the way, and I was going deeper and deeper. 
Finally, I could go no further, and I stopped and waited as she took some
deep breaths.  "Keep going," she said.  I could barely understand her
because she was speaking with clenched teeth.

   I pulled slowly almost all the way out and then slowly all the way in
again.  After I did this one more time, I heard Myra say "Three times," and
I remembered that I was supposed to begin bumping now.  I didn't think Jory
would be able to take it.

   "Come on!" Jory said through her gritted teeth.  "You're not being
fair." I couldn't believe it.  She was more concerned about her stupid game
than her pain.  I slowly began pulling out and then pushing in hard enough
to hit her rear with my thighs.  Each time I did, I heard a little shriek.

   "Faster!" she screamed.  Her teeth weren't clenched any longer.  Her
mouth was wide open and breathing in and out so fast I thought she would
faint any second.  I began to bump her harder, and she began to bump back
as her shrieks got louder.

   "Faster!" she screamed again and I began slamming into her.  I was now
rock hard, and I began to feel some faint stirrings in the area of my
testes.  As she urged me on and I increased speed, I found I had to try to
focus away again in order to keep the flood inside of me from pouring out.
I held back and held back, but I knew I'd be a goner in a couple of
minutes."

   "Fifteen minutes," said Myra and Jory collapsed on the bed pulling my
tool and me forward with her.  I slowly pulled it out.  "Oh, thank God,"
she said.  "I thought nothing could be worse than putting my tongue inside
you, but I was wrong.

   "I think we should stop all of this now," I said.

   "Not a chance," said Jory.  "Look at you.  You were hard as a telephone
pole even though now you're starting to droop," she said, pointing.  "I
almost got you this time.  Your thing is sad and disappointed, but I bet I
get him perked up in no time on the next round and then I'll get my second
score from you." She giggled through her tears.  "Let's go, Myra," she
said.

   "Number four," said Myra.  "Get on your side and have him lie down
behind you so you're in the spoon position.  He will lift up your top leg
high in the air, and your hand will direct his penis between your cheeks.
Like before, he'll increase his speed and bump your cheeks harder and
harder.  Every three minutes, you'll pull away so that he comes out of your
anus and then you'll turn around and take him as deep into your mouth as
possible and suck him for three minutes.  Then go back to the previous
position.  Alternate ass to mouth until he comes."

   We followed the instructions.  This time the insertion was easier, but
for some reason, even though I drove into her hard and she pushed back at
me while she cried, I didn't feel as much.  Then Myra said "Three minutes"
and she scrambled away from me and turned around.  She looked down at my
shiny semi-hard pole, covered with lube from inside her anus, and
hesitated. I heard her suppress a gag and take a couple of deep breaths and
then it went into her mouth.

   For some reason, her distaste and reluctance fired me up.  I think she
would have brought me off if Myra hadn't stopped Jory after three minutes.
Then it was back to the spoon position, which felt good but wasn't as
exciting, and I managed to control myself.

   After another three minutes, she didn't hesitate, and her mouth made a
beeline for me.  I responded, but not as much as before, maybe because this
time I didn't see as much disgust, so I wasn't as excited.  How sick was I?

   As I finished the 15 minutes in her rear, I felt as though I was just
starting to get worked up, but it was too late for Jory.  She was a little
disappointed, but she found a way to perk up again.  "How much do you want
to bet I get you this time," she said with a laugh.  I couldn't believe
her.

   "Number five," said Myra.  "Lie on your back and lift your legs up high.
As he gets between them, put them over his shoulders, keeping your body
flat on the bed, all the way down to your rear.  He will push between your
cheeks and start moving in and out of your anus faster and faster, pushing
your body back and forth on the bed and causing your breasts to flop back
and forth at the same time so they hit your face and your chest.  As he
moves faster, he'll begin bumping your thighs harder and harder and your
breasts will spin in all directions with each bump until he comes."

   I'm glad I didn't take her bet, because once her large breasts started
going wild, I couldn't hold back for long.  As I plunged into her hole,
stopped and let loose, I heard her yell out "Yay!" Her voice sounded
cracked, not happy.  I looked down at her.  Her body was jerking, tears
were running down her cheeks and she was grimacing in pain.  She called to
Myra, "How many minutes was that?"

   "Eleven minutes," said Myra.

   "Eleven minutes," repeated Jory, sounding pleased.  "That's my new
record.  Watch out, Ken.  You're up against a champion orgasm extractor. 
What's next, Myra?

   "Number six," said Myra.  "Get back on your hands and knees while he
squats behind and above you.  Keep your head and your rear high as he puts
it into your anus while he squats down over you.  He'll do squats almost
straight up and down into you instead of forward and back.  As he speeds
up, he'll begin bumping into your rear again, slamming your entire body
into the mattress.  The mattress springs will bounce it back up.  As he
goes faster and faster and bumps you harder and harder, your body will
bounce so hard that it will look like you're on a trampoline.  Keep doing
this until he comes."

   We got into position, but I was still limp.  "Try harder," said Jory. 
"With much effort I managed to squeeze some of me inside her because she
was now a little looser and there was still plenty of lubricant inside. 
But I was totally soft.  Then I felt something for the first time.  She was
using muscles inside her to squeeze me.  She squeezed and then relaxed and
then squeezed some more.  She was laughing, a painful laugh.  "How do you
like that, Ken," she said.  "I practiced on a pen, but I didn't know if I
could do it with you," she said.  "Is it working?"

   She knew it was because I was already halfway hard as I slowly began
squatting up and down on her.  Soon I was hard enough to speed up and bump
her.  She began bouncing up and down on the bed.  I was enjoying the
strange feeling around my tool, but then I heard her shrieks of pain grow
louder and louder, and I slowed down.  "No, no," she cried out until I
speeded up again, but the shrieks didn't stop and they bothered me enough
that I didn't feel much excitement.  I felt like a mechanical torture
machine.

   When we were finished, she was sobbing loudly and ignoring me.  "Number
Six was a killer, Myra," she said.  "Both the incredible burning pain
inside and the humiliation of bouncing up and down on his tool made me lose
my focus.  I've hit the wall.  But I'm going to concentrate now." She
sobbed softly for moment and didn't look at me, but then she called out to
Myra again.  "Just three to go," she said.  "What's next?"

   "Number seven," said Myra.  "Put some pillows between his back and the
headboard, so he's lying against them and slightly reclining.  Now face him
and squat down over him and insert his member into your rear.  Ride him up
and down hard until he comes."

   This was one of her favorite positions when we were making love, except
then she had me in her vagina.  I loved to watch the expressions of utter
depravity go across her face as she slammed down on me.

   She was slamming just as hard now, but with each slam, there was a tiny
whimper.  She was working hard to keep from making a sound, but the pain
was too much, and her face couldn't hide what was going on inside her. 
Although I was as hard as a telephone pole, I felt no urge to come.

   "That wasn't as bad, Myra," she said, "at least compared to Number Six.
But I've got to dig down inside myself now.  I've only got two more chances
to win.  I need to put it all out there and use everything I've got.  I
think I'm ready.  What's next?" She didn't even look at me.  I felt
terrible.

   "Number Eight," said Myra, "Reverse your position and squat over him
facing his feet.  Insert him into your rear hole.  Lean back against him,
and he will lift you up by putting his arms behind your knees and pulling
you back.  He will pull them all the way back so that your feet are up over
his head and your lower legs are draped over this arms.  Then he will pull
his hands further back until they are behind your neck and lock them there,
putting you into the full nelson wresting position.

   "From that position, he will push your head down with his locked hands,
and you won't be able to lift it up.  Once his hands are locked, he'll rock
you back and forth quickly on his penis so it sinks in all the way and then
pulls most of the way out.  After a while, he'll let go of your head and
with his arms and hands pull you quickly back so his penis jerks out of
your anus, making a popping sound.  As he continues to do this faster and
faster, the popping sound will get louder until he comes.

   "That sounds pretty complicated," Jory said.  "But I know we can get it
right.  Would you please do me a favor, Myra.  Push one of those big flat
screen monitors over here in front of us, so we can watch this as you're
recording it."

   Once we got to the part where I was jerking her up and making louder and
louder popping sounds as my tool ripped out of her anus, I realized that
her request was a trick.  I looked into the video monitor, and it was like
was watching a website in my hotel room.  Except the woman on the screen
with the gaping anus was my wife.  As I opened the huge black hole between
her cheeks, I saw her face twist in pain and her body squirm like a crazy
snake.  But that's exactly what got me off when I watched those online
videos.

   I found myself quickly losing control.  I tried to turn my head away
from the screen, but it was too late.  The next time she popped, I popped
at the same time.  The semen started spurting just as I was pulling out,
and my hose waved around uncontrollably throwing out semen like a lawn
sprinkler.  I heard another cheer from Jory, but with it came a sob.

   After she got control of herself, she said, "Omigod, Myra.  That was the
worst one yet.  My neck hurts like I was in a car accident.  But at least I
won.  How many minutes, Myra?"

   "Eight," said Myra.

   "A new record, and thank goodness," she said.  "I think I would have
split into pieces if I had to endure 15 minutes of that.  I felt like my
entire insides were being pulled out of me.  Give me a minute to rest. 
I've got three scores, and I'm not going to give up until I get a fourth in
the last 15 minutes.  It's winning time."

   My penis had fallen out of her, but she was still sitting on my lap with
her back to me.  I could see her face in the monitor.  She had a strange
glint in her eye as she said, "Myra, wasn't I supposed to remind you that
there was a call you had to make?"

   Myra didn't reply, but she put down her camera and left the room.  I
heard her going into the office and speaking on the phone for a few
seconds, and then she was back.

   "Let's hear it for the last one, Myra," said Jory.  "This is it.  The
game hangs in the balance.  Can the champ come through?" She seemed to be
grasping for anything to help her endure the last 15 minutes.

   "Number nine," said Myra.  "Lie on your back and put your legs on his
shoulders again as he pushes toward you on his knees.  As his shoulders
move down, your legs will be pushed back, bending you into yourself, and
your rear will be lifted off the bed as your thighs are pressed into your
breasts and your feet are back near your ears.  He will insert into your
anus and begin slowly moving in and out.  As he speeds up, his knees and
thighs will bump your cheeks harder and harder, slamming your rear down
into the bed, where the springs will launch it back up again.  Your rear
will eventually bounce so fast and hard that it becomes a blur.  Continue
bouncing as fast as possible until he comes."

   I sighed.  It was almost over.  I was limp and I didn't think I could
get hard again.  Suddenly I felt Jory's mouth over my soft tool, sucking it
in, and her fingers manipulating me.  I couldn't believe it, but I began to
rise again.

   She released me and said, "Sorry.  That's not in the script, but time
doesn't begin until you can put it into me, and we don't have all day." She
sounded pathetic.

   I got on top of her and soon her bottom was bouncing wildly up and down.
I didn't feel excited at first, because when she began bouncing, she
started screaming in pain, and her screams grew louder and more agonized as
we collided harder and harder.  Despite this, I stayed hard.  It didn't
help that the monitor showed what Myra was shooting from behind us.  We
were in one of my favorite positions from porn videos, the piledriver.  As
my stiff rod pounded in and out and her cute round rear bounced faster and
faster, I was starting to breathe faster when Jory screamed and sobbed in a
horrible voice, "Myra!  Myra!  How much time left, Myra?"

   "One minute," Myra said, and I relaxed.  I thought I could hold out that
long.  But Jory had one more trick up her sleep.  I suddenly felt her reach
behind me and pull at my cheeks, and then I felt something small, warm and
oily on my hole.  She had her finger there, rubbing up and down, up and
down.  And then she put it in.  I exploded into her with my body shaking
crazily.  I couldn't control myself and kept on slamming into her as I
heard Myra's voice: "Fifteen minutes." I had missed holding out by seconds.

   As I finally slowed, I felt Jory squirming and pushing beneath me
frantically and even kicking at me.  Her voice was an angry growl, and when
she succeeded in pushing my limp body off her, she turned and slapped me
hard on my face and began sobbing.  I saw that her face was contorted in
anger and pain.

   "That was totally depraved," she said, sputtering and spitting her words
out.  "How can any man enjoy doing that to a woman?  Even the lowest animal
couldn't do anything more disgusting.  I'm squeezed together like a piece
of white bread while you use my helpless body to masturbate yourself like a
sledgehammer."

   "I'm so sorry," I said.  I didn't know what else to say.

   She stopped talking and glared at me for a minute with her chest
heaving. Then she got up and went into the bathroom.  I heard sounds of the
shower running, but it didn't drown out her sobbing.  When she came out a
few minutes later, drying herself with a towel, her eyes were dry and she
had a broad smile on her face.

   "I apologize, Ken.  I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that.  It
was the pain talking, not me.  Myra, I want you to keep that in the video.
I'm sure Ken is really going to get turned on when he watches how disgusted
and angry I was." She was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot until
she went over to a chair near the bed and sat down.

   "It's not your fault, Ken.  It was my birthday surprise idea, not yours.
I gave you a chance not to do it, but you decided to go along with it, and
I can't blame you for that.

   "Anyway, I'm really excited because I won the last 15 minutes by going
all out, and my score is a big number four.  Now it's time to tell you what
that number means."

   As she continued to talk, I thought I heard the front door open
downstairs, but my attention was immediately diverted when Myra came over
to me on the bed and quickly squatted down in front of me, grabbed my
testicles and fiddled with them for a second before letting them go.  Then
she got on the bed behind me and grabbed my arms and held them to my sides.
She was strong and I was exhausted.  I tried to get up but couldn't.  I
looked over at Jory, who was still smiling at me and talking.  Something
told me I needed to get up and get out of there, but I had to gather some
strength first, so I just listened.

   "Remember when I told you how much I got into the stuff on your websites
and how I went to explore other sites that were even more vile," she said.
"I was repulsed and excited at the same time.  And then I thought of your
birthday present.  And right after that, I thought about my birthday, a few
days later.  That's when it came to me.  You and I like watching the same
kind of degrading sex, so why not twin presents: a porno for you and a
porno for me.  Parallel gifts.

   "Of course, you're a man, and I'm a woman, so they would have to be a
little different, even though I'm trying to make them as similar as I can.
When I finished looking at all those sites, I found that as excited as you
were by woman debasement, I was probably just as excited by man debasement.
Come in, Barclay."

   I turned to look at the bedroom door and saw a large muscular man walk
in the room.  I hadn't heard him come up the stairs.

   "So I thought and thought," said Jory.  "I couldn't tell you what I
wanted, because it would have spoiled your surprise.  Finally, I decided
that the only way was for me to make two videos, one for you and one for
me. We finished the one for you, and now we're going to shoot the one for
me.

   "That's where Barclay comes in.  He's a pro that Myra recommended, and
he's tested every month to make sure he's a hundred per cent safe.  I'm not
a man, so I can't do all the degrading things to you that you just did to
me.  That's why Barclay will be my surrogate.

   "We're going to shoot exactly the same video for me as we just shot for
you, and you get to be in both of them.  The script will be just about the
same, except for the stuff about flopping breasts because you don't have
breasts.  The rest will be almost word for word.  Except this time, you're
going to be me, and Barclay is going to be you."

   I began straining against Myra and trying to stand up, but she held me
tight.

   Jory looked at me and smiled.  "I knew you wouldn't cooperate, Ken" she
said.  "I also didn't want to do it.  I figured there would be a lot of
pain, along with the humiliation, and I was right.  But we both know, part
of the excitement is knowing that the woman, or in my case, the man, is not
doing it because she wants to.  She's disgusted and mortified, and she
hurts really bad, but she does it for the money.  That's why it's fun to
watch those videos.

   "My payment was that I knew it would be special for you.  Of course, I'd
be lying if I didn't say that when things got really bad today, I was
thinking a lot about the video we're going to shoot now, and that helped
keep me going.  I guess that could be called another kind of payment.

   "The one hitch in my plan is that, unlike me, you wouldn't have time to
think about it and decide to degrade yourself for me -- because Myra has to
shoot everything today.  But I know how you think, because it's exactly the
way I think.  We're like two peas in a pod.  I know that right now you are
scared about doing this video with Barclay, because that's just how I felt
about doing yours.  But I know that after you thought about it for a while,
you would decide to do it, just like me.  So I made the decision for you.

   "But you're wrong," I said and tried to stand up.  I was trying to
shout, but my voice was weak.

   "Of course, I'm wrong -- today," said Jory, "You are still feeling
frightened and disgusted like I was feeling when I first looked at your
computer.  I felt even more scared and sickened in the last two weeks when
I thought about doing those things for your video.  Two weeks of torture.
You'll only to think about it a few minutes -- all the pain, humiliation
and degradation.

   "Myra has been giving me video training for the last couple of weeks,
and she says I'm pretty good now.  I'm going to be shooting the closeups
for my video like she did for yours.  That allows her to hold the string."

   "What?" I said.  I was getting frantic and my voice was cracking.

   "The string," she said.  "Look down at your testicles and you'll see
Myra just placed a loop over them with a string, like you do with a Yo-Yo.
The string she used is so thin that you won't be able to see it on the
video unless you really look hard.  But it's strong.  Right now it's loose
and comfortable, but it can easily become uncomfortable.  Show him, Myra."

   Barclay sat down next to me and grabbed hold of me.  Myra let go of my
arms and sat down on the other side of me and showed me a piece of string
she was holding.  I saw it was draped over one of my thighs and running
down between my legs.  I watched as Myra slowly pulled the string.  Then I
felt something tightening around my sack and starting to pull my testicles
forward.  I looked down and saw them in front of me.  They didn't feel
good.

   "I could have held the string, Ken, but I love you so much, and I was
afraid of what would happen when I heard you.  You managed to get through
all my hysterics, but I don't know if I'm that strong.  That's why I'm
going to be putting these earplugs in my ears before we start each segment.
I'll be totally focused on the video, and I won't hear you until I watch
the video after Myra delivers my gift.  By that time you'll be feeling a
lot better.

   "You know Myra doesn't like you very much.  She's still going to read
the instructions, but if you don't cooperate, she's going to pull the
string.  She promised that it will be just a gentle tug at first to remind
you to get going, and if you don't respond, she'll keep pulling but very
slowly until you do.  Just now, she told me that after watching what you
did to me, she would like to pull your balls right off your body.  I told
her, don't you dare!" Jory laughed a choking laugh.

   "Are you ready Barclay?" she said.  He had gotten up while Myra was
demonstrating the string.  I looked over and saw he was naked, and, even
soft, his member was much longer and thicker than mine.  "I picked Barclay
after watching him on some videos," she said.  "He's got a lot of style,
and he's one of the most well endowed performers I saw.  I figured since
you were bigger than me, your anus would also be bigger and deeper, and I
wanted to keep things as parallel as possible.

   "There are only three more things to tell you.  You know everything
else, because you just finished doing it.  As I said, the script is the
same, except you'll have a different role.  But the game is going to be
different.

   "I don't think you understood that my little game was part of my
motivation.  It's tied to the game you're going to play now.  I wanted more
motivation for you than just that string that Myra will be holding.  So
this is how the game works.

   "On your video, I was trying to get you to come as much as possible, and
you were trying not to come.  I got you to come four times.

   "Because of that, you want to get Barclay to come four times.  As soon
as you do, you're finished, and Myra will take whatever video we have and
make my present.  And just like on my video, each time Barclay comes when
the timer is running, that 15-minute segment is over immediately.  So for
instance, if you can get him off in two minutes on the first four parts,
all I'll get is an eight-minute video.

   "Barclay is a health nut, and he swears he never uses Viagra on the job
or in private life, which was important for me because I know you don't,
and I wanted things to be as natural as they were for the first video. 
Also, he promised not to have sex for the last four days, so he would be
easier for you to work on.  All that should help you.

   "But I wanted him to be motivated a little also, so I'm giving him a
bonus for each segment that the two of you complete without him coming. 
It's really almost exactly like our game, see." She giggled again.  I could
tell she was still in pain, but she was starting to perk up.  She was so
excited as she was talking to me that she could barely contain herself.

   "And I've got one last bit of motivation for you, Ken.  From personal
experience, I can tell you, you want to get Barclay off four times before
you get to Number Six, the one where you're on your hands and knees and
your entire body is bouncing up and down on Barclay's pole like you're on a
trampoline.  I'm sure that will look funny on the video, but it's pure
agony.  Seven is comparatively much easier, but the real killers are eight
and nine.

   "Eight is where you are sitting with your back to him and his hands are
pushing your head down in the full nelson and then he pulls you up until he
pops out of you super fast.  Each time he pops, you'll feel like your
intestines are being rippped out.  I've seen video of Barclay doing that to
both men and women, and even the pros are balls of jelly by the time he
finishes.

   "And then nine is where he's facing you and bouncing your rear like a
ball while your body is squeezed together like a piece of dough.  That
hurts so much and is so humiliating that I know you'll hate it as much as I
did.

   "OK, that's it for the advice.  Now there is one decision you do have to
make before we start.  I would prefer my video to look as clean and pretty
as yours will, but after watching some really disgusting sites, I know I
will still enjoy it if you decide against that.

   "So, I'm going to let you think about it for five minutes.  Myra will
tug the string just a little to signal you when the five minutes start. 
The question is, do you want to go to the bathroom with Myra?  If you do,
she will give you two thorough enemas and get your insides as clean as a
whistle.

   "It's up to you, but I know how much you and I think alike, and I can
tell you that I almost threw up during number four, when I had to suck on
you right after you came out of my anus.  I tried to focus on the fact that
I had cleaned myself out twice and I wasn't tasting anything but lube, but
it was still hard.

   "If you don't care whether anything from inside you is coating Barclay's
dick when you begin sucking on it for number four, then you don't need to
get the enemas from Myra.  I strongly suggest it, because even though I had
already stuck my tongue into your anus, I still had trouble with this.  Oh
yes, Barclay didn't have an enema for my video because you didn't for
yours. I'm sure he keeps himself at least as clean as you do.

   "By the way, if you don't decide to get cleaned out inside, you don't
have to worry.  In case there's anything inside you that starts squirting
out with the lube once Barclay begins pounding you, I covered the
mattresses with plastic and also put a plastic sheet below the bedsheets.
After we're done, I'll wrap up the sheets, the pad and the whole mess and
burn it somewhere.

   "Anyway, it's your call on whether you want to go clean.  Remember, you
can think about it for five minutes, but once you feel Myra's tug, your
decision is made for you, and it's the down and dirty decision.  You can't
change your mind later."

   "I'm ready," Myra said.

   "OK, places everyone," said Jory as she adjusted the camera and kneeled
down next to the bed.  Myra sat on the floor next to her and then slid
under the bed, out of sight of the cameras.  I could see the string going
from my balls to below the bed.

   "OK, Myra," said Jory.

   A booming voice came from under the bed.  It sounded different from
before.  I detected a strong element of glee in the announcement.

   "Number one," said Myra.  "Lay him on his back and pull him to the edge
of the bed.  Kneel on some cushions between his legs and push his thighs
back.  While pushing up, also push out his legs out so that his thighs
spread.  Keep pushing until he can reach his ankles with his hands and pull
his legs further back.  As he does this, his butt will go up in the air and
his cheeks will be spread wide.  Now lean forward and begin licking his
hole.  As you do, push hard against the hole with your tongue so he can
really feel it.  Then stick your tongue in.  Push your tongue in as far as
it will go and then push it in and out.  While you are doing this, put your
hands in the bowl of lubricant and start working his testes and pumping his
pole.  Keep tonguing and stroking until he comes."

   "Great, Myra," said Jory.  "We could hear you clearly.  Is your timer
ready?  Remember, unless Ken decides for the bathroom before then, we'll
start immediately after the five-minute tug."

   "Stop!" I said as loud as I could, even though I noticed I could barely
speak.  "I want to go to the bathroom."

   "I thought you would," said Jory with a smile.

   When I came back to the bed from the bathroom, Barclay was on the bed.
Instead of waiting for me to pull him, he had scooted to the edge so that
his rear was hanging over it ready for me to kneel in front of it and push
his legs back.  I saw that his rear was hairy, and hair was coming out of
his crack.

   "Don't forget, Ken," said Jory.  "When Myra gives you a gentle tug, it's
just a reminder that you have to get going.  If you don't do anything, I
told her to wait at least 10 seconds before starting to pull your balls
away from your body."

   It was quiet in the room, and then I heard Jory say, "Action."

   I didn't kneel on the cushions between Barclay's legs.  I was sitting on
the edge of the bed, rooted to the spot.  I was frozen.  I couldn't move.
Then I felt a slight tug on the string.  

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