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All talk, no action

Episode one, version two

Driving Ms Deirdre

By Sam and Shanna Deevning

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Story codes (I've done my untutored best with the codes for this story, 
but I'm 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)

              ---===---

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This work of good-clean-fun 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 who've reached their seventh birthday 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've 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.

The _main_ purpose of this amended version of episode one is to eliminate 
an offputting non-sequitur that's in the dialogue and the implied 
narrative of the first version, but I've also given slight tweaks to a few 
other parts of the story including the author's note. 

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, as usual."

"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-and-thirty-three-day-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 scoop up the sweat from the hairs in 
your armpits! Right now? And 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 and your yummy hairy armpits? 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. Let me suckle 
you in front of everyone, so my milk dribbles all over your face. You can 
play with Leonard and me 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 or the early 1960s."

"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 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. That 
was the twins' idea, but they said they wanted Marietta to ask first.
"And the twins have said they'll 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 tugging his prepuce and his bollocks in my mouth, and nibbling 
his frenum! His boy-clitoris!

"And I can hardly wait to suck Olivia's piss straight out of her lovely 
cunt, and tugging her cunt-lips down with my teeth! And making a 
butterfly-spread of her cunt-lips with my fingers! And sucking and 
flicking her clitoris!

"And I'll love seeing the twins 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 bumcrack and everywhere.

"Um," the bubbly backseat passenger continued, "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 thimble 
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 thimble will run over 
with your joy, again. And there'll be the plucky fucky 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, and on camera, now that they're seven and 
legally emancipated into the world of public exhibitionistic lovemaking."

 "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! It'll show up 
well in the water!"

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

"Um---sort of purple, I think," said the gamine on the back seat of the 
car. "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 favorite 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 in the pool tomorrow," said 
Deirdre. "Or will it be the day after? Or both days? Everyone in the 
wet-room watching and clapping their hands and telling each other 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 some of 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 energetic 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 as far as a child exploiting a grown-up is concerned. 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 perched 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 
sweaty hairy 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. "Especially with _you_. Remember that 
time you and I spent a night in bed at our place when Leonard was in 
hospital with his appendix operation and you spent ages squeezing and 
sucking my tits and I was spraying my milk all over your face and you were 
squirting my milk from your mouth into my mouth and all over _my_ face  
and you were telling me things like 'You're my favorite grown-up cunt'?

"What with my milk and our piss and our cuntjuice we made a right old 
soggy mess of the bed, but I had one of my big rubber undersheets down to 
protect the mattress. Just girl-to-girl swiving, uninterrupted, was great 
for a change---especially with someone as beautiful-all-over as you, 
Deirdre."

"Yeah, that was amazing!" said the twelve-year-old. "That was when I was 
eight! I'm just like you---sometimes I love making love with just another 
girl, without any boy cluttering the scene up and sticking his selfish 
penis in everywhere. Sorry, Leonard!"

"Don't mind me," said Leonard. "I'm only the driver."

"But then the _next_ night," said Deirdre to both of her grown-up lovers, 
" 'cause you were still in hospital, you, Alice, said you wanted _two_ 
child Succagusto members with you in your bed for them to suck and kiss 
you all over, and to drink you and everything, and vice versa, so you 
asked me to ask Colin's parents whether they would let Colin spend the 
night with us."

"And Colin," said Alice, "being such a beautiful narcissist, put on that 
delightful pelvis-jerking and bollocks-flying and bottomhole-winking and 
nipple-tweaking display for you and me while we quietly wanked and tweaked 
each other and watched him prancing around."

"Ooh, yes!" said Deirdre. "Colin was eleven then, and that night he was 
spunking all over the place and fucking me gently in every one of my 
fuckholes. You and I used our saliva on his penis to get it ready for my 
nice clean bottomhole---all three of us had already had twenty minutes 
each on the Wotacleanout machines in your bathrooms. That was a great 
night! Your sticky titmilk 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 . . .

              ---===---

"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, they 
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

              ---===---

I haven't written a further episode yet, even if I've told myself "Just do 
it".

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