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From: deidreng@aol.com (Deidre Ng)

Subject: Sisters Ng: American As..., by Deidre Ng part 1 of 2

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Sisters Ng - American As..., by Deidre Ng
Last winter, during a January marked by both voluntary and involuntary shutdowns of Washington, DC, I went to a large room at 26 Federal Plaza in lower Manhattan to swear allegiance to a government that at the time was having trouble staying open for business. With about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only Canadian.
We all came out waving little flags, and the friends that had come down, braving truly mountainous snowpiles, clapped and cheered and hugged us. My sister and her lover were there, and my David was there. We all hugged fiercely. I admit to letting a tear or two get squeezed out of my eyes.
"Deedee, how can you get sentimental about who you pay your taxes to?"
I hid my face in the crisp white cotton of David's shirt, trying not to cry on his expensive silk tie.
"Thank you, Tammy, for being so understanding. Always the empathetic one."
"Don't tell me you're bought in on all that chauvinistic Reagan era crap!"
I was thinking about Hong Kong, and all the stories our parents had told me about the Communists that they had fled from. The people and places I had last seen in childhood, given over to a government that had no concept free speech, consent of the governed, the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
"It's not crap that you can stand in the middle of a government building and say what you like about it, and not worry about the consequences."
John took Tammy's hand. "Can we like, not do this scene? I'm supposed to take these really nice pictures of you two smiling and waving those little flags and shit, so you'se can send them off to your parents with this nice note about how happy you are, and don't worry about us here in New York, etc. Let's just forget about this, and you two stand over here by the thingie on the wall..."
He pointed to the Great Seal of the United States.
"Yeah, like that, one on each side so you cover up the graffiti. Great."
He raised his camera and started shooting. We forced our biggest smiles and held up our little flags and waved them. The tension drained away as he posed us, singly and in groups, in front of various icons of Americana.
We bundled back up and went out. John took some more pictures outside Federal Plaza. Tammy and I threw snowballs at each other, and he took pictures of that, too. We walked down Broadway, past the glowering bronze statue of a bull that is one half of Wall Street's symbology, past the wonderful old Customs House, into Battery Park. Raw wind whipping across the bay, we stood for a while looking at the Statue of Liberty. John took more pictures, until threats against his life, limb and camera allowed us to retreat from the waters' edge.
We descended into the Bowling Green subway station, and plotted our next moves. David and I were both in business suits, so we were going home to Brooklyn to change. Tammy had decided that she wanted ice cream, but it had to be from the Baskin Robbins near their apartment, so she was pulling a reluctant John uptown.
"So where are we going to meet you for your citizenship dinner, MacDonalds?"
"Fuck off, Tammy. We're going someplace nice, someplace that stands for everything that is uniquely American."
"Such as?"
"Chinatown."
"Oh, god. Let me guess, Golden Unicorn or Peking Duck House?"
"Uh, I was thinking of both, actually." Nothing is as American as excess.
"You are one crazy little Chinese girl, you know that! How am I supposed to fit in my clothes if I go eat dim sum and duck with you?!"
"Go work out instead of eating ice cream. Buy bigger clothes. I don't care. You're too thin, anyway."
Tammy smirked. "You only think so because I'm thinner than you. OK, we'll let you have your way. But if they have to take you down in the freight elevator from the Golden Unicorn, don't say I didn't warn you."

Tammy and John departed uptown, and David and I rode the number 4 train into Brooklyn. Brooklyn was completely plowed in, cars buried under mountains of snow, streetcorners made impassable by walls of snow and wide lakes of slush. We detoured up side streets to find spots where people had dug out their cars or driveways had been cleared, then doubled back, walking in the street.
I closed and locked the door to our apartment. Sitting on the little bench seat by the door I pulled my boots off. David stood and peeled the rubbers off his shoes.
"You know I always think you look sexy in that button-down outfit."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I have to take it off."
He pulled me off the bench and kissed me hard on the lips. His hands pulled up the skirt behind me, then slid across my ass cheeks, pressing me against him. Kissing him on tiptoe, I could feel his erection against my belly.
"I mean you look really sexy in that outfit."
"So sexy you have to fuck me even before I can take it off?"
"Overpoweringly sexy."
"Now that I'm a citizen, don't I get a vote on the subject?"
"You'll have to hold an erection to vote on that."
"Planning on stuffing the ballot box, are you?"

By this point he had maneuvered me onto the couch and pulled my sheer nylons and panties down around my ankles. I pulled his erection out of his pants and played with him a little in my hands.
"So, you look at these starched and pressed women in their corporate suits, and you wonder what their ass looks like, eh?"
I pulled his pants down and sat him on the couch. Kicking my panties off my ankle, I straddled him. His cock rubbed against the warm skin along the inside of my thigh, tickling my pubic hair. I felt butterflies of anticipation.
"You can't say 'eh' any more. You're not a Canadian."
"In that case I guess I'll have to use your All American flagpole and let my red hot pussy tease some white come out of those blue balls of yours."
"Or you could just fuck me."
"Isn't that what I said?"
I took some spit and slicked the head of his cock. He slid easily into the wet folds of my cunt. I pressed myself downwards, taking him into me greedily. He felt huge inside me. As I came down with him fully inside I whimpered a little from the pleasure of feeling so filled, so tight around his stiffness. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed. We rocked a little back and forth, fully engaged. I could feel his balls against my skin.
His hands opened my jacket and sought out my nipples through my blouse and bra. They were obvious, even through all the layers. His fingers pinched at them, and my hips twitched in response. He pulled the shirt tails of my blouse out and pushed the fabric up, not bothering to unbutton it. When he reached my bra he slipped his fingers under the straps and pushed the cups up and off my breasts, not bothering to unhook the clasp.
I suddenly felt very erotic. I was disheveled, half undressed, exposed. My dark wool skirt covered my legs demurely, and at the same time I was pantyless, legs spread wide, filled by the presence of his cock. My hair was still tightly braided and my glasses were starting to slide down my nose as we kissed. His hands were warm as they cupped my breasts, even as the last snowflake melted behind my ear.
I felt the need to feel him moving in and out of me. I began to raise my self up and then lower myself again onto his cock. He locked my nipples between his fingers so that when I lifted my self up, my nipples pulled between his fingers, stretching my skin taut. He pinched at the same time, and then as I came sliding back down his cock, he mashed my nipples into my breasts, pressing them inwards until I was sure he could feel my ribs. I felt a continuous electric tingle of pleasure as he exercised my breasts.
I knew that as good as I was feeling, David loved getting fucked this way even more. The pressure of my whole body forcing my slippery tight pussy down around his cock was something he couldn't hold out against for long. It gave me an additional warm glow inside, every time we made love this way, knowing that he was absolutely helpless to control his reaction as I fucked him. He would come so quickly I was reminded of the eager adolescent orgasms of my high school boyfriends, how quickly they exploded in my hand or mouth or between my legs.
Indeed, it was very soon that as I eased myself down he was thrusting up, meeting me halfway, freezing me in midstroke as his own need to thrust overcame him. I held myself still, trying to be the perfect receptacle, my clinging hot walls velvety smooth, ready for his final thrust deep into me and the shuddering deposit of his come inside of me.
I cradled his head against my chest as his orgasm subsided. I rode him a few more times for my own pleasure, enjoying the extra slippery feeling of his cock lubricated with his come. Settling down on his shaft again, I kissed him deeply, as deep as he was inside of me.
My clothes were growing uncomfortable. I shucked off the wool jacket. Temporarily, I pulled my blouse down again so that I could unbutton it. I unhooked the clasp of my bra and tossed it aside. Reaching behind me, I found the button of the skirt behind my back, undid it and unzipped the skirt. I pulled it over my head and put it on the pile with the jacket and blouse.
Still holding his cock tightly inside me, I undressed David as well. He offered no complaints or resistance, seemingly too overpowered by his orgasm to have regained consciousness.
"Well, now that we're both naked, sweaty and sticky, how about a nice hot shower?"
He looked up at me with a bemused expression on his face.
"Eh?"
"No more Canadian jokes! Come on, or I'll wash by myself and make you wait."
I lifted myself off him and our private parts reluctantly separated. The shower included an appropriate amount of romantic afterplay, but neither of us was up to getting serious again so soon. Besides we were meeting Tammy and John in Chinatown in just an hour and a half.

I got dressed in warm corduroy pants that I could tuck into my boots. I picked my warmest angora sweater, a thick black vee neck that looked really nice with the little string of pearls that David got me for my last birthday. I was pulling it over my head when I felt him behind me, his hands tracing the edge of my bra.
"Now, now, no monkey business. I've got to get finished getting dressed."
He unhooked the clasp.
"Hey! I mean it!"
"Well, I hate to say it, but I think you're just a tad overdressed for the occasion. Take your arms out of that sweater and you'll see what I mean."
I complied, and he quickly slipped the bra off of my breasts. Feeding my arms back into the sweater, he pulled it down over my body and pulled my hair free of the neck. The clinging black sweater immediately warmed my skin. My nipples rose as the angora kissed them endlessly, every time I shifted. His hands cupped my breasts again as I sighed. I leaned back against him and kissed him over my shoulder. His hands moved slowly around my breasts, sliding the lush angora over my skin. Our kiss deepened. His fingers sought my nipples through the sweater and found them, swollen and hard.
"Now doesn't that feel good?"
"Very good. Too good. It feels so good I want to take off the cords and drag you to bed."
"Then just think about doing that after we come home from dinner. And every time I look at you across the table I'll think about it, too."

It was already dark by the time we got to the Golden Unicorn. Tammy and John were upstairs, waiting for us before getting seated. Tammy still had her jacket on, saying the elevator brought in too much cold air to take it off before we arrived. We all sat down around a table for four, men and women sitting across from each other.
I looked Tammy over. She was wearing black boots, black tights, a black skirt, and a white silk shell. Her shoulders and arms were bare except for the thin strap of the shell.
"Brrr, I'm still frozen." Tammy shivered in her seat. Goosebumps crawled up her arms. From the dark nipples poking against the silk, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.
"You should have worn more sensible clothing."
"It was your party, so I wore party clothes."
"Hey, check out those dumplings!" John's head swiveled to track a cart of delicacies being wheeled past.
"Where?" Tammy was half out of her seat, leaning over the table. Her little silk shell fell away from her chest and her beautiful (even I'll admit they're beautiful) tits swung in full view. At least from my perspective they were in full view, and judging from the gasping sounds from behind me they were in full view of someone who had been trying to take a drink.
"Those dumplings look great!" David was looking past Tammy at the dim sum cart.
I got up.
"Please, don't wait for me. I just remembered I have to make a phone call."
I stalked over to the phone. First I dialed our home answering machine.
"Listen mister. Don't you dare spend the evening oogling my sister. I don't care how brazen she is, there's only one pair of tits for you tonight. And there won't even be that if you keep staring at hers."
I hung up and dialed his beeper number and left our phone number as the message.
When I got back to the table, everyone had at least two items already, and beer, too. I sat down and Tammy gave me a little smirky smile and wiggled her fingers at me.
"I took your advice and worked out instead of having ice cream."
"No wonder John looks so tired." Tammy's idea of working out probably involves doing pussy squats onto John's cock.
"Deedee, could you pass the mustard?"
"John was up too late last night playing Wing Commander IV. I swear they should make a game called Come and Get Me, that would convince guys to pay attention to their girlfriends. It would show this guy in a dark bedroom playing by the light of the monitor, while in the background the girl lies on the bed and frigs off about a million times. I'm gonna write a story about it."
David piped up, "There are adult video games in Japan. As a matter of fact..." His beeper went off.
"Shit. If you'll excuse me." He got up and headed for the phone.
"So, Deedee, what are you writing about nowadays?"
"Well, I showed you the last chapter of Edit Angel that I finished. I think I'm going to go back to erotica for a while. I've got a few ideas that I have to get out of me."
"How do you think this stuff up?" John asked from around the edge of a shrimp filled pastry.
"Most writers keep a notepad next to their bed in case they wake up with an idea. Deidre just hits rewind on a video camera."
John smiled. "If only there was such a thing. Think of the money we could make with a DeeDeeCam web site."
"If you two are finished having fun at my expense, I'd like to try to answer John's question. I like to start with a single arresting image of a sex act and work outwards."
"But how do you come up with the original idea?"
"I told you, she hits rewind."
I admit it. I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Maybe you do, Tammy. It helps to think about sex constantly. For me, it's usually something like I'm standing in the back of a crowded elevator at work and that little bounce as the car comes to a stop at each floor makes my boobs feel funny and all of a sudden I'm speculating about the erotic possibilities of a bidet."
"So, you just come upon it?"
"The bidet?"
When I said bidet Tammy started to blush, and then she smiled, and then she blushed some more. Her nipples became evident again through her shell.
David sat down again.
"Well, where were..."
Tammy stood up. Her face was still red. She lifted one arm and pointed at me across the table.
"I'm going to the ladies room. And you're going with me."
John and David exchanged glances over the table as we stood up. Tammy stalked off and as I followed her, I heard John mutter. "Uh, oh."

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Tammy stood in front of the mirror, picking a strand of hair off her face. As I came in, she turned to face me.
"Just because it's your party doesn't mean you can embarrass me in front of everybody!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You think you can tell any story you want to about me!"
"You think you can come on to my boyfriend!"
"You're paranoid!"
"You're not wearing a bra!" I reached out and pulled the hem of the white shell up and over her breasts.
"Neither are you!"
She reached out and pulled at the sides of my sweater. The hem slipped out of the top of my pants. She kept pulling until my breasts were in view. But she didn't stop. She kept pulling upwards, catching me by surprise. My arms were up and the angora sweater almost above my elbows before I knew what was going on. Luckily I still had a grip on her silk top. I pulled back and away, freeing my head from the sweater at the same time as I pulled Tammy's shell over her head.
We were facing each other, red faced and disheveled. Our tops were bunched and tangled on our linked forearms, neither of us wanting to let go.
"Slut!"
"Hypocrite!"
"Let go!"
"You let go!"
The door opened.
"SHIT!!" We both pulled and let go at the same time. The sweater and the silk top fell in a tangle between us. I reached down and desperately snagged the strap of the white shell. Tammy tried to snatch it but could only come up with the arm of the angora sweater before the door came fully open and an older Chinese woman stepped in.
"Hello? Is there a line for the facilities? I - Oh my!"
I was holding the shell in front of me, trying to recover some shred of dignity. Tammy had other plans.
"Oh, hi, don't mind us, we're sisters!"
"Yes?" She obviously didn't see how that explained shouting at each other topless in the ladies room of a dim sum house.
"And my sister was showing me, you see, how the uh, skin cream I invented had, uh, faded the age spots around her nipples."
It's amazing how loud you can be through gritted teeth.
"I DON'T HAVE ANY AGE SPOTS ON MY NIPPLES!"
"See, it works!" She reached over and pulled at my arm. "Come on Deedee, show her!"
"Oh, yes please, I'd be very interested to see!"
I surrendered to the surreality of the moment. I let the shell fall away from my chest, exposing my breasts again.
"You see, age spots almost all gone, and just a hint of the sag that used to be there. Hard to believe that she's breastfed four children. Of course, they're still not as firm as mine, but what can you expect?"
"Why, I've breastfed four children. Do you think it could help me?" In a flash the matron had lifted her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her somewhat withered and spotty breasts slouched into view.
"Of course! Why your breasts are no worse off than my sister's were six months ago! I'm sure my skin cream could help. Don't you agree, Deidre dear?"
"It can help at least as much as it helped me."
"What is the secret?"
"My cream is a special combination of a really good hot Chinese mustard like they serve here, ginger, and ginseng from a special source. You know the Chinese pharmacy two blocks down East Broadway? They're the only ones that carry it. You just mix it together and spread it around your nipple, and as the age spots disappear, you widen the circle. You can feel it toning and tautening your skin as you work it in, and the ginseng helps your sex drive as well."
"My dear I will just have to try it."
"Well, you could try mixing the ingredients yourself, since I'm sure that the right mixture is a personal issue."
The matron nodded and ducked into the stall behind her. Tammy looked at me and stuck out her tongue. She looked down at my angora sweater that she was holding in her arms.
"Y'know, this matches the rest of my outfit." She pushed her arms into it and pulled it over her head. Taking one last look at her breasts in the mirror, she pulled it down over her chest.
"Goodness gracious!" She ran her palms over her breasts. "Deidre, I would never have thought that a tight-ass like you would dare to wear this out without a bra on. This sweater is like fashion foreplay!"
I knew I wouldn't get it back that evening, perhaps ever. Tammy had never broken the habit of 'borrowing' my clothes permanently. I had no choice but to slip her white silk shell over my head. I pulled it over my breasts and the rough silk pulled my nipples erect. It was a little too small on me. My breasts stretched the fabric, making them very obvious, erect nipples or not.
"See, it goes with your pearls."
"But not the cords." It was too short to tuck in right. I let it stay out.
"Don't worry, David will think you look great anyway. Loosen up and enjoy yourself! You only become an American once, you know."

We sat back down at our table. David and John had obviously sampled a good deal of dim sum while we were gone, judging by the empty plates stacked in front of Tammy's and my seats. They looked back and forth at the two of us as we sat down. I glared at David.
"Not one word."
"Who, me? Was I going to say something?"
John spoke up. He was desperately trying to not look at my chest, but he was so embarrassed by his inability to do so that he was also avoiding my eyes, so his gaze would settle on my breasts stretching the white silk, then lift about as far as my chin then drift back downwards again.
"Deidre, you should try this one, it's got nipples of a breast, I mean it's stuffed with a breasty chicken, I mean a breast of chicken."
"Sure, I'll try some."
I bit into the dim sum as the elevators opened and another load of winter air was released into the restaurant. I felt it run up my spine like icy fingers. I was momentarily overrun by goosebumps and my nipples, well, I'm sure you can guess what happened. A lengthening ellipsis in the conversation spread around the room as men, including John and David, stopped talking to stare at me. I swallowed and patted my lips with my napkin, and held it there, thankful for its cover, until my nipples fell and conversation resumed.
"I think we should go now."

We put on our coats, but didn't close them. As we got into the elevator another group pushed in with us. We shuffled to the back, but more and more people kept cramming in. I was pressed against the left wall, David and John against the back. Tammy and I had been standing next to each other, when a rather large person pushed her back. She twisted, trying to take up the least space possible, and found herself pressed up against David.
Perhaps in other circumstances David wouldn't have minded being forced to endure a cramped elevator ride with a beautiful Chinese girl's breasts pressing against him. Perhaps if the sister of the beautiful Chinese girl wasn't holding one of his hands in a vise-like grip. But Tammy was obviously enjoying his predicament, and the feeling of her breasts in an angora sweater mashed against him.
"So, David, are you going to come..." She gave a little shiver and a sigh, " ...see me perform at BAM? It'll be my only performance in Brooklyn this year."
"Well, uh..."
I squeezed his hand and cut in on the question.
"We already have plans."
"To come, of course, to come." He smiled weakly down at Tammy as the elevator bumped to a stop.

We walked over to the Peking Duck House. It was warmer there, and the wind didn't blow in the door, and John let me wear his sensible tweed jacket. I rolled up the sleeves and buttoned the front and despite the fact that my breasts were still pushing the envelope, so to speak, I felt much more at ease. The tweed actually went well with my cords.
"You look like an English professor."
"Thank you, John."
"One that's really proud of her tits."
"Thank you, Tammy." I was beyond being baited. She could have lap danced David and I would have not reacted.
We had a very nice duck dinner. Once it was clear to Tammy that I wouldn't rise to further provocation, she relented.
"So, it just all of a sudden gushes out of you, does it?"
John was asking me a question, but I couldn't figure out for the life of me what about.
"John, just because she's older doesn't mean she thinks her incontinence is a decent subject for dinner conversation!"
"I was asking about story ideas."
"Oh."
"Well, yes, but it's not even that hard..."
"That's what she said."
John glared at her and she shut up.
"...As Tom Lehrer sang, 'Once correctly viewed, everything is lewd.'"
"What about that couple in the corner, what's their story?"
I turned around to see who he was referring to. They were an older man and a younger woman.
"Easy. She used to be his secretary. They were lovers. It's over now, but they go out once a year on their 'anniversary'. After dinner they'll go to a fancy hotel and make love again, for old times' sake."
"How about our waiter."
"He wishes Tammy would storm angrily into the kitchen and complain that the dish she's ordered wasn't hot enough. He wants to lift her skirt and pull down her tights and rub red pepper into her ass. He'll drizzle oil borrowed from the wok man over his cock, then slide it deep into Tammy's ass. When he's done he dusts his finger with MSG and fingers her ass, so in twenty minutes she'll want more."
"And the cashier?"
"She gets very turned on at the thought of going to the gynecologist's. Sometimes she's left alone for a minute with her feet up in the stirrups and she secretly plays with her clit, but her fantasy is that the staff is watching her. At home she fantasizes about giving birth, the tremendous fullness between her legs as the baby is delivered. She imagines teasing herself in the delivery room and breathing and pushing and coming all at once, orgasm and birth mixing together."
"That's a little weird."
"You're making me come up with it on the spot."

We were up to the fortune cookies. David opened his.
"'Never underestimate the power of love.'"
Tammy read hers.
"'At heart all men are bachelors, at heart all women are mothers.'"
John cracked his open.
"'A golden handkerchief cannot dry your tears.'"
I read my strip of paper.
"'Lucky numbers: 7 17 34 23 5 11"
"And?"
"'You are very close to your true love.'"

The dinner ended with a surprise red, white and blue flag cake with sparklers. The whole restaurant clapped and applauded and we belted out a very ragged "Star Spangled Banner". Afterward several of the staff came over and asked who my immigration lawyer was. The answer is Luciana Ostrowsky, if anyone out there needs a good Mandarin speaking immigration lawyer.

The snow on Mott Street had been pounded into slush, except for the piles at the curbside. We stepped out into the night as the first flakes of a new onslaught began to fall. A city bus rolled through Columbus Circle, squishing the brown slush out from under it's tires. On the side of the bus, incongruous, was an ad for sandals. Tammy cried out and pointed.
"Ha, 'Sam and Libby'! There's fodder for your erotic imagination, Deidre! What story can you make from that?"
"How about the story of a cold tired Chinese girl who ate too much and wants to go home now?"
"Not very erotic. You'll have to try harder."
"Not tonight, dear. I have a headache."
"David, sounds like you better change your plans, she's practicing her line already."

David and I rode the subway home to Brooklyn. It was crowded, everyone forsaking the taxis and buses and the snow clogged streets for the underground. I looked at the faces of the men and women, wondering which I would make Sam and Libby. It bothered me that I couldn't come up with an appropriate story for the names. We got home and pulled everything off and went straight to bed. Well, almost everything. He wouldn't let me take the shell off.
"No slipping your hands under the angora tonight, I'm afraid."
He rubbed my breasts casually as I straddled him.
"This would look nice with that wool crepe suit."
"And a camisole and a bra."
I reached under me. He was thick and heavy and warm in my hand.
"Tammy didn't think it needed those things."
"Tammy... I don't really want to talk about my sister while I make love."
"Then let me say that it was inspired of you to think of changing clothes with her. I'm sure John is enjoying the angora sweater as much as I would, and I certainly enjoyed watching my favorite pair of breasts this evening. And I'm really enjoying the way your holding my cock just inside your pussylips. And..."
I quieted him with a kiss that turned into a low moan as he slipped further into me.
The straps had slipped off my shoulders. The only thing holding it up was the press of my breasts against the fabric. He was nibbling at my nipples through the white silk. I bit my lip and pushed back. His cock went an inch further into me. Sam and Libby, who were they? Maybe I would have worked it out that night, but for the rhythm changing just then and his teeth catching my nipple just so that I moaned and he slipped completely into me and my mind dissolved into pure feeling, the slipping of his cock in and out of my pussy's hot embrace, my heart running away as he pulled at my nipple through the silk.

I should have known that night who Sam and Libby were. I didn't figure it out for almost six months. Now that I've found out, I'll let them tell you themselves. Thank you, America. I love you.

"Sometimes men put women on a pedestal."
"Not that we don't deserve it, though."
"What is it that you stand for?"
"The pursuit of happiness, but I've been known to lie down for it, too."
"You have a wonderful husky laugh."
"You have a wonderful twinkle in your eye."
"I have a thing for strong boned, green eyed women in sandals."
"You may not believe this, but I happen to like the distinguished look in a man."
"Like a stovepipe hat and goatee?"
"And white hair. There's something to be said for... experience."
"Young lady, you make my heart beat faster. But are you holding a torch for someone?"
"Oh, this old thing. Here, let me put it down for a moment."
"And I'll put your tablet here next to the pedestal. Is that all right, Miss...?
"Oh, it's fine. You can call me Libby, I don't think we have to be too formal. And you're...?"
"Sam."
"Of course. I should have guessed."
"That's a beautiful shift you're wearing."
"Why thank you. There's a catch in the back, you know."
"There's always a catch. You mean this...? It's amazing how it all comes undone when you just take that one little pin out."
"I think I'd like to sit here on the pedestal and look up at the stars."
"I think I'd like to kneel here on the grass and contemplate your depths."
"Your beard feels so soft on my thigh. Like the night breeze."
"Just put your arms back and look up at the stars. Don't let me distract you."

"Oh, Sam..."
"Libby?"
"It's just that I've never been kissed like that, before. Is it hard to do?"
"It's not hard to do, though it makes one hard, doing it. If you take my meaning."
"I've been meaning to take your meaning all night, if that's what you mean."
"Might I take the pedestal? My knees are somewhat damp from the grass."
"Sit back as you bid me, and I'll bestride you, and pursue my happiness and yours together."

"Oh, Sam..."
"Libby?"
"Is it always like that with you?"
"What?"
"The fireworks."
"You mean you saw them too? No, I think there's something special about you and me, and tonight."

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!news.dacom.co.kr!news.postech.ac.kr!usenet.kornet.nm.kr!ames!enews.sgi.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news-peer.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mother's Owner #5 nc s&m Pedo........... Date: 8 Sep 1996 02:50:11 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 320 Message-ID: <50tc93$7ts@sjx-ixn2.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: wck-ca4-25.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sat Sep 07 7:50:11 PM PDT 1996

This is another story from my imagination. If you do not appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next posting.

If you are under age or immature forget the following.

If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... ETC then go on to the next posting.

You have been warned!!!

Mothers Owner # 5
by Paladin

Horrified Olive looked up to the sound of the approaching feet and perceived a small girl and boy approaching down the row of cages.

She was shocked. <They would see her.... She was naked... They... could be her saviors> The emotions all flooded together and then she looked up hopefully..

"Please please help me... I ...." Olive pleaded as she sought to cover her corpulent female appendages with her hands.

The young girl cut her off immediately.

"Didn't they tell you to shut up till someone talks to you. Where is that stuff? This one needs a lot of it." the little girl demanded.

<OH GOD NOT THEM TOO...> O thought. She reached up with her hands and attempted to protect her mamorys from the new arrivals. As she was fixed in place by the prods and the choke chain there was nothing else to do. Horrified she waited in the imposed silence praying they did not fine the little red bottle.

"Old bitch ain't she?", the boy observed, "And she ain't so well trained as the other one. Get your hands off them tits lady. Just let um hang right down there. Why Molly here might want to suck um, if they is nice enough. You want ta suck um Molley?" The boy called over his shoulder to the girl.

Defeated O let her arms fall down to her side. As she looked up, she observed with horror that the little girl had acquired the small red bottle. She followed its every movement with her eyes. While she was distracted!

She jumped, startled when a small dirty hand grabbed a fist full of her left tit. She reached up to remove it when it twisted and the boys voice saying,

"She's old enough to be mama, but she got nicer, bigger tits. Lookie here Molly. They's plumb as big as you whole head." convinced her that it was futile. She had to just stay still and maybe they would not use the little red bottle.

"They are not... but they are a sight, ain't they.." The little girl said reaching out to take possession of the dangling right fleshy globe. She still retained the bottle with her right hand.

The little hand grabbed the right orb and dug in with another set of filthy fingers. They both twisted and weighed the breast meat and then the girl observed,

"Soft uns... Not like the puny little ones the other bitch had." I bet they give a lot of milk when she is in season. Wonder if mine will ever be as big and soft..."

"Na you'll never get utters like these. You'll get little fired eggs like ma's. This here is a growed up woman. I like her. Wonder if'n ma will let us keep her?" The boy inquired. "Bet she'd fit right under my bed. The things we could have her do..."

"Ma'd tan our asses if she knowed we's fooling around here. Let's just do something to her and leave." the little girl said holding the dreaded red bottle up to the boy.

"No no please I... I'll give you money or something...." Olive offered.

"Don't see no money or nothing but these," the boy observed as he continued to play with the fleshy orb. "I could take out my pocket knife and cut um off. Yea!! That be something. Old Billy don't have no tits in his collection. Just pictures..."

He reached into his back pocket and produced a rusted old pocket knife. He opened it and pushed it through the bars to acquire it for his collection. Just think a 'tit' a real one.

Olive began screaming and pleading and trying to hold the boys knife hand from it's intended task.

Try as he might he could not position the desired flesh and knife where he could lop it off... (Olive was being very uncorrupative.)

"Molly help me hold her hands... I'll give you the left one.. if'n you help." the boy promised.

"I don't know... Fred." Molly commented but she grabbed Olives right hand and managed to hold it out from the tussle. "She'll just bleed soo much and then she won't be so nice to play with again. Besides Lonia will know it was us and she will be so mad.. at us. We better not. Besides ma won't let us keep um in the house. Remember that snake you done brought home?"

"You girls always stick together... Never let a guy have any fun. Maybe I'll just do a nip." Fred offered as he still tussled with Olives left hand for the possession of the object of his desire. He wanted something for his collection.

"Why don't we just have her do you with her mouth, like the other one did. Then we could go play down by the creek." Molly offered.

"How we be sure she'd want to do me?" the boy inquired trying to position the knife for the flick.

"OH please let me do you..." Olive pleaded, "I'll be ever soo good to you... "

"Well OK but she has to do you too Molley." Fred demanded, "So as you won't tell on me to MA. She does us both or I'm going to fleck this thing off." Fred had finally got the blade positioned just above the nipple. Olive froze with fear. Any motion now might lose her her precious treasure.

"Please I'll do you and her and any thing you say only Please don't..." O pleaded with the youngster. She hoped the little girl would agree... She looked up pleading the girl.

"Oh well I guess... but none of your trying to feel my cookie while she does me. You want to feel something you feel her's" Molley demanded. "You are just too fresh with those fingers.."

"Aw well OK.. but you got to take off that dress so I can see those little nips of your's." Fred bargained. "It is soo cute when they get all stiff and you go all... funny."

"Sometimes I think you are just awful Fred. They ain't nothing but nipples. Just like you got.." Molley explained but secretly glad he had noticed.

Fred stood up loosed his jeans and lowered them and his yellow stained shorts. The smell from the unwashed child of nature would have turned O off in ordinary circumstances, but one look at the rusty blade the boy had dropped by her cage convinced her to do the boy and do him quick. She counted her blessings.

His little bud was hidden in the sparse forest of black hair. O, convinced that she had to do it, reached right in there. No coyness no teasing now. It might be misrepresented, she quickly manually guided the smelly one eyed slug to her precious mouth. She was tempted to try hold it still with her teeth but decided against it when the sun glinted off the blade.

"Come on, come on, get that tongue in there a working." Fred ordered her.

<Where were these kids raised a whore house??> Olive wondered but she slowly drew the tip of her tongue, across his little prick head.

"Molly get me my knife." Fred demanded.

The girl came closer and retrieved the dreaded implement. She thrust it through the cage bars and commenced to scraping it over the tender white tit flesh of the sucking woman.

"Maybe it wouldn't bleed soo much if I just took the nip." Molley whispered into Olives right ear. Fred's organ began to stiffen at the sound of that.

Olive commenced to Laval like her life depended on it. (Really the nipple did.)

"Now that is better... What the other one say that was... a dow job or something." Fred observed as he stroked O's hair in appreciation of her ministrations.

"A blow job, silly" Molley said, "Only they don't blow ." she scraped the blade a little deeper, "They suck... and then they drain these." the girl cradled her brothers lightly haired balls in her other hand.

"AAAA AH AHAhhh ahahahhhh" Fred murmured as his little white ass did a staccato dance and then became still. "Molly you let them go!" Fred ordered when his sense returned.

"Was she good Fred?" Molly inquired still retaining possession of Fred's jewels.

"Better than the other one." Fred observed. "Now let go and lets see her do you."

"Aw do I have to. I mean I helped and that last one just wasn't what I liked." Molley objected as she reluctantly let go of Fred's hairy orbs.

"Oh but this one is better and older. Probably more experienced." Fred offered, "Ain't you bitch?"

"I don't know... but she is positioned all wrong for doing girls." Molly objected.

O was at a loss as to what to say. She was 'experienced' with girls... Well no but now she would lie to give them what they wanted.

"Aw I can fix that. Help me turn the cage over." Fred said.

A lot of tugging and heaving and finally the two industrious kids had O on her back, facing the sky. Her tits puddled on her chest and her hairy twat was still stuffed with the prods. Her ankles were chained apart.

Fred fiddled with the cage lock and got it opened. Molly reached for the hem of her dress. Looking around to insure their were no strangers she finally stood up straight and in one fluid motion lifted the cloth over her little head. She had small immature nipples and no breast definition. She could be a boy for all you could see.

She looked around and assured herself that no one was there, except Fred. Then she lowered her panties revealing a cute little cookie totally devoid of hair. The small pink lips were soo small and the whole package was soo... (Well you know!!)

She looked over and exclaimed, "Fred you quit that... or I'll tell MA." As she observed her brother jacking his pud at the vision of child hood innocence.

"Quit what?" Fred asked innocently as his penis stood out straight from its attaching point. (AW to be young and inexhaustible.) He quickly removed his hand from its natural task.

"You ain't getting any more for a long while. You hurt me too much last time. You told me you'd stop and you wouldn't..." Molley said squatting down and backing into the cage. Her filthy feel came to rest beside Olives ears and the small pussy descended.

After last night Olive knew what was required. She used her fingers to open the little clam like lips and commenced to laveling the little bud hidden there in. It was soo small and the utheria was microscopic..

Molley responded with the abandonment of youth. She wiggled and squirmed her privates against the pleasuring tongue. She did not pay any attention to Fred till she felt his hand grab her hair. Lost in her passion she did not say anything but her mouth opened soundlessly.

When she peered up at the small column of white flesh, its eye peered right into her's. She opened her mouth further to object but Fred knew an opportunity when he saw one and he took it.

Stuck as she was, Molley could only squirm and suck.. soon the two merged in her tiny belly and she commenced to coming and coming.

She did not even stop when Fred lose his small (for it as his second in a short time) load. She replaced his fleshy column with her thumb, like she had years ago, as a child. It was better than Fred. This did not go down and taste so cheesy.

Fred stood back and marveled at how the female of the species could get soo many cums from just a hole and some lips.... (Damn Women)

Molley finally tired of the ministrations of Olives tongue. (Olive was convinced that another minute and her precious pink organ would have fallen off. The girl was insatiable!!)

Molley waddled out of the cage and shouted at Fred,

YOU.... YOU Stink.... I hate you You.... You do that again and I'll......"

"AW you loved every drop of it and don't tell me different. Now help me get this here cage back up right before Lonia or Ma comes and tans out hides." Fred demanded.

It seemed it took greater effort to right the cage but maybe it was that the kids were tired out from O's ministrations. Finally when they got things positioned like they felt it had been they turned to leave.

"Please please." O began,"Tell you mother to come rescue me. I'll giv..."

"Not hardly," Fred said. "She liked ta wore out her belt on us last time when she found us when that other gal Carol. No we won't tell and if'n you know what is good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut bout us being here. Else wise next time I'll bring daddy's hedge clippers. Be real easy to snip off one of them there tits for sure..."

"Why is it all you think about is breasts?" Molley asked.

"What else she got. A stinky hole and some hair... Na these is what a guy wants to have for his own." Fred observed as he stuck his hand inside the cage for a final feel of the desired flesh.

The kids seemed to lose interest as they disappeared down the row of cages from which they had come. This left Olive with a horrible taste in her mouth and the stuffed feeling in her gut. The sun rose and rose till it was beyond noon.

O was now dying for a drink of water and very hungry. She waited alone with the flys and gnats causing her no end of torment. She decided for the 10th or was it the 20th time to exercise her clit.. She should do something else but their was nothing to do and the didlows kept her mind centered in her belly. She reached up to start...

She was almost there when she heard footsteps....

More to come.............

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