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All talk, no action

Episode one: Driving Ms Deirdre

By Sam and Shanna Deevning

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Story codes (We've done our untutored best with the codes for this story, but 
we're open to earnest suggestions for improvement):

(mainly dialogue, involving M+F+b+g+m+f, bi, inc, cons, rom, exhib, ws, lac, 
preg, menstr, toys, fist, oral, enem, anal)

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AUTHORS' NOTE

This work of impure fiction is loosely based on events that never happened. 
It stands for no between-the-lines sociopolitical agenda. It's merely a 
what-if fantasy for the sake of having a what-if fantasy aimed at 
entertaining the minds of the sort of ordinary law-abiding person who 
sometimes daydreams such fleeting fantasies about an ideal benign world that 
has no power-gradients, without any intent or desire to enact those fantasies 
in real life. That standpoint accounts for most of us, we might as well 
admit.

And this story is set not in the imperfect world that we wake up to every day 
but in an imaginary and impossibly ideal world where no grown-up is 
overbearing or manipulative or devious or secretive or dissembling, and where 
children are permitted to be proactive and adventurous and proudly 
self-revealing and to follow their sensual urges in absolute safety and with 
the blessing of their parents.

And this story portrays only those fictional beautiful-all-over people, 
children or grown-ups, who have already achieved fame and financial security 
in their respective fields of endeavor and talent and who are emotionally 
equipped for good clean democratic exhibitionistic narcissistic orgasmic fun.

START OF STORY

"Leonard," said the child who was sitting in the back seat of the car, "I can 
easily reach around to your lap. Can I play with your penis and your 
testicles, please? Your prick and your bollocks? While you're driving? Right 
now? I'll be ever so fucking gentle with your nice dingly-dangly bits."

"Later, Deirdre," he said. "When we get to our Succagusto encounter retreat. 
Not while I'm driving. Wait till we get to the Big House and Retreat Beach 
and to the other members who are there. Alice and I are in loco parentis for 
you, so at the end of this retreat we have to deliver you back to your mother 
and father in one piece."

"Oh, all right. But I wouldn't distract you from driving, honest. My fingers 
would just sort of cuddle your cuddly bits down there. Your fucking 
boy-bits."

"Cuddle them?"

"Yes. And sort of stroke them and fiddle with them."

"Too much of a distraction, I'm afraid, my darling child. You would drive me 
round a bend that wasn't there. Let's wait till the retreat. Then Alice and I 
will be all yours---every bit of us. You'll be able to fuck us and fiddle 
with us with your tongue and your hands and your toys without a care in the 
world."

"You're one of my favorite grown-up boys, Leonard," Deirdre went on, "so if 
_I_ was driving I'd certainly let you cuddle my cunt with your hand. You're 
my very favorite thirty-six-year-old boy!"

"But you're not _old_ enough to drive in public. You're only twelve."

"Yeah, but it's the _thought_ that counts."

"Look," said Leonard, "if I cuddled your cunt and fiddled with it while _you_ 
were driving then it might well be the final thought that either of us would 
ever have---even if you _were_ old enough to drive."

"Yeah, but what a way to go! Um---well, can I play with your nipples and your 
sweaty armpits, then? I want to drink your armpits! Right now? I love your 
boy-nipples! They get all stiff in my fingers, and in my mouth too!"

 "The same danger would apply," said Leonard. "It would be too much of a 
distraction for me while driving, you fiddling with my nipples and my 
armpits. Whatever next?"

"Or, Alice," said the irrepressible child, "you're my equal-favorite grown-up 
girl, so can I play with your yummy milky tits and your yummy bulgy tummy? 
Right now? I can reach around to you with both hands."

"I don't think so, darling," said Alice. "That would distract Leonard just as 
much as your cuddling or fiddling with his penis or whatever, because he's 
sitting right next to me and he's our driver. Anyway, I can't see you doing a 
good job of that sort of thing from the back seat without unbuckling your 
seatbelt. At the Big House and on Retreat Beach you can play with both of us 
all over, in total fucking safety---all our holes, and all our sweaty 
valleys, and all our sticking-out bits, including my six-months-pregnant 
thirty-eight-year-old tummy and my leaking teats and my clitoris and my 
cunt-lips, and you can suck me while everyone's murmuring their appreciation 
and wanking and caressing each other and pissing and spunking and slobbering 
over the three of us. You can play with us just as you've done so many times 
before. And you can watch and admire all the other members of our club 
playing with each other.

"So let's hang on till we get to our encounter retreat," Alice continued. 
"The Big House with all of its mod cons, in the woods behind Retreat Beach, 
and our fucking lovely little beach itself. Our photography members are 
probably there already, of course, including your friends Miranda and Ulrich 
from your ballet school and your gymnastics classes and your 
fashion-modeling, ready to capture everything for posterity in video and in 
still pictures so that we can eventually put them in the various media that 
we usually publish after these encounters and exhibitions.

"And we'll have the Big House's Wotacleanout machines and everything---all 
nice and clean and pure, automatically washing us out all the way up inside 
our bottoms after our twelve-hour fast and after our twenty minutes each 
plugged into a Wotacleanout. And the other Succagusto members who are coming, 
they'll be there enjoying everyone's exhibitionistic lovemaking."

"It was ages before I found out what 'Succagusto' meant," said Deirdre. "I 
asked my parents to let me join as soon as I was seven, but I was about nine 
before I found out that it meant 'Seven-Up Celebrity Children And Grown-Ups 
Share Their Orgasms'. I had always thought 'Succagusto' was just a 
juicy-sounding name that didn't mean anything much.

 "And, do you know," the elfin tweeny tyke went on earnestly as if about to 
divulge some special esoteric knowledge, "that once upon a time 'lovemaking' 
meant sort of courting, or wooing, or muttering sweet nothings to each other, 
or any of those other lovey-dovey things?"

"Yes, darling," said Alice. "It seems to have changed its meaning a bit 
around the 1950s."

"Oh," said Leonard, "and your favorite twins Olivia and Orlando will be there 
with Marietta Spitzwater and Vladimir Nikersov, the main stars of the movie 
'Sonata for Renate' that the twins had a small non-erotic role in when they 
were five and that Alice and I produced and directed if you remember. Those 
two kids are so eager! They had their seventh birthday just two days ago, so 
they'll be able to play with us in all the usual games and contests that we 
have during our Succagusto encounters, and they'll be having their first 
skin-to-skin erotic encounter with Marietta and Vladimir.

"Marietta has told me she's going to invite Olivia and Orlando to fuck her 
cunt with their whole forearms---one at a time, I think she meant.

"And, of course, the twins love sucking each other all over, in front of 
everyone, and drinking each other and sucking and tongue-fucking each other's 
nice clean bottomhole and all that---so that'll be a rather classy 
experience, won't it?"

"Oh, yes!" said Deirdre. "That'll be fucking wonderful! Those beautiful 
seven-year-old twins making love with each other and with everyone else! And 
I can hardly wait to suck Orlando's piss straight out of his lovely prick! 
And Olivia's piss straight out of her lovely cunt! And I'll love seeing them 
swapping your grown-up spunk and your grown-up milk and your grown-up piss 
between their mouths and slurping it all over each other's face and nipples 
and everywhere.

"Um---I've always felt a bit sorry for the younger boy-children in 
Succagusto, because they've had to wait till puberty before they can have 
orgasms and shoot spunk out of their pricks and into people's mouths and 
things."

"Take my word for it," said Alice, "Adventurous boy-children like Orlando 
don't mind at all if they haven't reached puberty yet. They have so much fun 
with everyone that they're happy to enjoy everyone else's liquids, and it 
goes without saying that they enjoy being kissed and sucked all over, and 
pissed on and spunked on and all that, and giving orgasms to the girls. And 
snuggling between the older girls' tits and chewing their nipples, and if a 
girl is making milk then drinking her milk and rubbing it all over their 
faces. And of course Orlando has his _own_ piss and his _own_ tangy fresh 
sweat that he can share with everyone."

"And, Leonard," said Deirdre, "I'll tonguefuck your nice clean bottomhole 
again, just as you're building up to having a huge orgasm into the twins' 
mouths. And I'll want you to make a sort of a little cup out of your prepuce 
when you use your fingers to stretch it beyond your sucky mushroom-head and 
fill the little cup up with your piss straight from your piss-slit, so I can 
drink your piss as if your little cup is a beaker full of lemonade."

"We're both looking forward to that sort of thing again," said Leonard, 
glancing at his wife. "Aren't we, darling?"

"Mmm," said Alice. "The piss that's sitting in your prepuce cup will run over 
with your joy, again. And there'll be the plucky twins' own heavenly 
piss---swapping childpiss between your lips and mine."

"And," said Deirdre, "I'll ask the twins to squirt your milk and your spunk 
and your piss out of their mouths and into mine! Do you think they'll do that 
for me?"

"Yes," said Alice. "I'm sure they will. They've loved watching other people 
do that sort of thing, and both Olivia and Orlando have told me they want to 
do it themselves, now that they're seven."

 "And, Deirdre," said Leonard, "you can do one of your dreamy underwater 
ballet dances with Laurence in the underwater-lit swimming-pool with the big 
observation window and everyone watching from the comfort of the big wet-room 
on the other side of the window."

"Ooh, yes! But, bugger it! I'm in my red days, so I won't want to leak my 
blood into the pool! My red-days blood is all clean and hygienic, of course, 
but I still don't want it going into the pool."

"Don't worry about that, darling,' said Alice. "In three days' time the pool 
is going to be emptied so that some worrying big cracks can be repaired---the 
earth and the rock around it and under it seem to have moved a bit in the 
last few years. You probably remember the cracks from your earlier visits, 
Deirdre. Anyway, then the pool will be resealed and repainted. So Leonard and 
I have organised with Rebecca and William the caretakers to let you use it 
tomorrow and/or the day after for an arty sort of red-days ballet exhibition 
for all the rest of us to enjoy while we quietly wank and fondle each other 
in the wet-room. So you can bleed from your cunt into the water as much as 
you bloody well like. And Miranda and Ulrich and their camera-stabilising 
gear will be in the pool with you, unobtrusively videoing and photographing 
your performance."

"Great!" said Deirdre. "And that means we can _piss_ into the pool as well, 
doesn't it?"

"Yes, of course," said Leonard. "You and Laurence can piss your hearts out 
into the water. And if you both take a Kaleidopiss pill then your 
piss-streams will be different colors from the usual sort of nondescript pale 
amber."

"Yes! I want my piss to be orange this time! Orange piss!"

"What color would you like Laurence's piss to show in the pool?" Alice asked.

"Um---sort of purple, I think," said the twelve-year-old gamine. "If you ask 
_me_, anyway. Purple will be a good---um---a good sort of contrast with mine. 
Anyway, let's ask _him_ what color he wants for his own piss. He's fifteen, 
for God's sake, so he's old enough not to have to take orders from _me_."

"Lovely," said Leonard. "But I know for a fact that he would happily do 
anything you asked him to do, because he worships everything about you. He 
told me you were his goddess, or _one_ of his goddesses anyway.

So it seems we'll have two piss-squirting children doing free ballet together 
suspended in the water, making silent music with their colorful streams 
straight from their bladders. Tinged with the blood from your twelve-year-old 
womb, Deirdre. Marvelous."

"I'm looking forward to all that sort of thing tomorrow," said Deirdre. "Or 
will it be the day after? Or both days? Everyone watching and clapping their 
hands and telling us that we're beautiful children all over."

 "There you go again, darling," said Alice. "Just because you _are_ fucking 
beautiful all over there's no need for your fucking beauty to go to your 
beautiful head. Anyway, _all_ of you celebrity children are fucking beautiful 
regardless of whether you're actors or gymnasts or dancers or fashion models 
or television presenters or musicians or singers, or famous in sport, or 
whatever---otherwise you wouldn't be able to get into Succagusto. All of us 
celebs, including you children, have already been financially successful in 
our fields of endeavor _before_ joining Succagusto, so none of us needs any 
income from our erotic exhibitions and encounters. We get so many requests 
from child celebs to be allowed to join, and only some of them meet our 
criteria for personality and naturalness and all-over physical charms. Call 
us fussy if you like, but that's the way things are."

"And the same goes for you grown-up celebs," said Deirdre.

"Well, that's for you to say and for us to be happy that you say it," said 
Alice. "You fucking beautiful child, even if you say so yourself. Tomorrow 
Leonard and I will use your favorite special toys to fuck your nice clean 
bottomhole and your lovely forested cunt so much that you'll leak your 
cuntjuice all over the sand and into all us grown-ups' mouths."

"I just hope," said the bubbly tweener, "that I'm not _exploiting_ any 
grown-up celebs by _ordering_ them to squirt their piss or their spunk all 
over me in front of the cameras and by telling them to let me fuck their nice 
clean Wotacleanouted bottomholes with my tongue. Lovely tongue-buggery! 
Beautiful sweaty grown-up bottoms, all clean all the way inside!"

"Well, that's a thought, I suppose," said Alice. "But I don't think you need 
to worry on the exploitation score. We're all in it for the simple fun that 
we get from our encounter retreats and our other erotic exhibitions, so it's 
unlikely that any grown-up will feel as if they're being exploited by any 
particular child. None of us is in it for any personal financial reason. The 
profits from the sale of our videos and our coffee-table books and our 
calendars and our magazines and whatever all go to the various causes that 
Succagusto supports, such as health-education and life-skills advice and 
medical research."

"Noblesse oblige," said Leonard.

"Yeah," said the famous adolescent actrine and dancer and gymnast and fashion 
model, fingering her own cylindrical left nipple sitting on its puffy areola 
under her T-shirt. "It's tough work, but someone has to do it. I like that 
phrase---noblesse fucking oblige.

"And I'm looking forward to both of you pissing into my mouth and squirting 
your titmilk and your G-spot juice and your spunk into my mouth and telling 
me I'm beautiful all over. And Laurence spunking on to your nipples, both of 
you, and into your sweaty hairy armpits or into your bumcracks, and me 
sucking it off your nipples and out of your armpits or your bumcracks and 
then kissing your mouths with my spunky mouth and seeing you two kissing each 
other mouth-to-mouth with Laurence's yummy child-spunk making sort of 
spaghetti strings between your mouths."

"You love Laurence's child-spunk in your mouth, don't you, darling," said 
Alice to her husband in more of a statement than a question.

"Oh, yes!" he said. "Laurence's spunk is wonderful. Sweet child-spunk. And 
sucking his wispy bollocks and his nice clean sweaty bottomhole. Of course, 
everyone knows that I enjoy that sort of thing only when it's a _mixed_ 
group---at least one girl with me and the other boy. It sure adds to the 
spice, doesn't it? Spunk and piss and cuntjuice and milk and sweat all mixed 
up together in my mouth."

"Oh, yes," said Deirdre. "And blood, perhaps! But with me, of course, I love 
making love with another girl even if there's no boy in sight."

"Ditto me, darling," said Alice. "Remember that time you and I spent a night 
together with Colin, just the three of us, when Leonard was in hospital with 
his appendix operation and you and Colin spent ages squeezing my tits and I 
was spraying my milk all over your faces? What with my milk and our piss we 
made a right old soggy mess of the bed, but I had one of my big rubber 
undersheets down to protect the mattress. And Colin, being such a beautiful 
narcissist, put on that delightful pelvis-jerking and bollocks-flying and 
bottomhole-pouting and nipple-tweaking display for you and me while we wanked 
each other."

"Ooh, yes! That was when I was eight, and Colin was eleven and spunking all 
over the place and fucking me gently in every one of my holes. You and I used 
our saliva on his penis to get it ready for my nice clean bottomhole---I'd 
already had twenty minutes on the Wotacleanout machine in one of your 
bathrooms. That was a great night! Your sticky milk all over our faces and 
all over our chests, and all over our genitals and our tummies, and all along 
our bumcracks, and all inside our nice clean bottomholes with your fingers 
and one of my smooth vibrating bottom-toys! I got all guilty 'cause I thought 
I was depriving baby Dominic of his food!

"And there was Colin's spunk all over our faces including his! And all our 
piss in each other's mouth and everywhere! Fucking amazing, that night was!"

              ---===---

The conversation continued in that aimless vein for an hour or so while the 
trio motored between the rolling hills towards Succagusto's latest weekly 
assignation. Then . . .

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"We'll be there in about fifteen minutes," said Alice. She swiveled her head 
a bit towards her backseat passenger, who by then was sitting on one of her 
big white beach-towels right behind Alice, quietly fondling her knickerless 
and blood-dribbling childcunt under her pleated tartan skirt.

 "Did I tell either of you about the time the police visited the Big House 
and the beach?" Deirdre asked her grown-up lovers. "Neither of you were in 
that retreat. It was when I was about nine."

"I can't remember, darling," said Leonard. "What happened?"

"Well, it was while I was lying on my back on a big bedsheet on the sand, 
wanking myself and moaning and groaning and sort of muttering while four 
other children---Lois and Terence and Margaret and Olaf, I think---were 
ganging up on me, all pissing all over me and into my mouth and everywhere, 
and rubbing their piss like massage oil all over me and sort of wanking it 
into my cunt and my bottomhole, and sucking and licking my pissy face and my 
pissy tits and my pissy armpits and everywhere, all while three grown-up 
girls were standing around us wanking their cunts and their bottomholes and 
tweaking their nipples with their fingers and a grown-up boy was doing the 
same with his prick and his bollocks and his nipples and his bottomhole and 
while Miranda was flitting around us with her video camera fixed to her 
stabilising thingy. I was absolutely drenched with the four children's piss! 
And by that time I must have had about three fucking huge wet orgasms while I 
was lying there on the sand!

Anyway, these two police officers, a male one and a female one, appeared 
along the track out of the woods and sort of trudged over the sand to us. 
There were about twenty of us in that retreat, and it was about thirteen of 
us children and grown-ups who were on the beach at the time. And the officers 
seemed to think little old me was in charge of everyone---God knows why---so 
they sort of homed in on me. Perhaps they thought I needed help.

"And the---um---the female officer introduced herself and the other one as 
Constable someone and Constable someone and asked how we were doing, and I 
squirted some piss out of my mouth and said fine thanks and how are you both, 
and then she said it must have been one of our party who had left a car's 
rear window wide open and the car unlocked and so the car's owner should go 
and close the window and lock the car. And she told us that it would be a 
good idea if none of us did that sort of thing again. But both constables 
were very friendly about it."

"Wow," said Alice. "I suppose you'd been wondering what you'd all done 
wrong---dropped a chocolate wrapper on to the ground, or something."

"Yeah. While the constables were walking towards us we _were_ wondering about 
that sort of thing. But what none of us could work out was why they were in 
the area in the first place, so I asked them. It was funny---my mouth was all 
bubbling over with everyone's piss, so I must have been an interesting sight 
for the police. Anyway, the male constable explained that they had come to 
see Rebecca and William to tell them that someone had found their lost 
prizewinning dog and had handed it to the police and they---the constables, I 
mean---had given it back to Rebecca and William at the Big House. And then 
they said they had to go straight off to investigate a burglary or something 
up the coast."

"Gosh," said Alice. "Is that all it was? Rebecca and William's lost and found 
dog?"

"Yeah, that was all. But it wasn't the sort of thing we would have expected 
during one of our encounter retreats, being visited by the police."

"Certainly not," said Leonard. "Definitely a first for our retreats or our 
exhibitions or whatever. Especially seeing that they were fully clothed. They 
_were_ fully clothed, weren't they?"

"Oh, yes. And it was a fairly hot day. They were both rather goodlooking, so 
I _did_ wonder whether we should invite them back to the Big House and have a 
thorough Wotacleanout and a shower and all that stuff and come back and join 
us on the beach. But I didn't ask them."

"Just as well, darling," said Alice. "One of Succagusto's rules is that only 
our members can take part in any of our erotic activities with us. You should 
have known that. It's a health-and-safety thing. You didn't know them from 
Adam. And even outside our official club activities we're expected to swive 
only with other members, not with anyone outside Succagusto. We're a kind of 
closed circuit, but it's a _big_ circuit."

"A big celebrity circuit," said Deirdre. "Yeah, I think I _did_ know that. I 
think that's probably why I didn't try inviting them."

"Look, you garrulous lot," said Leonard, "Big House ahoy!"

"I feel another three days of fun and games coming on!" said Deirdre. "I'm 
going to have so many orgasms that I'll lose count of them, and I'll drink so 
much piss and spunk and milk and sweat that I'll be pissing on and into 
everyone all the time! Fuck, we're going to have such a good time!"

END OF STORY

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I haven't written a further episode yet.

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