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Date: Sat,  4 May 1996 11:43:18 UTC
Subject: Night Deposit (mf, ff, mc, hypno)
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The usual disclaimers...blah blah blah...




Please note:  this story uses characters created by the legendary RC, 
the master of hypno-erotica.  The story is not authored by him(her?). 
But is my attempt at flattery.




Night Deposit

	Usually, Tuesday nights suck.   Segueing into depressing 
Wednesday, not late enough in the week to justify going out, and with 
insipidly bad television on (with the exception of Fraiser), Tuesday 
nights are usually the l
ow point of the week.   But not this week.
	The phone rang.  I answered.
	Hello there, a seductive voice cooed.  It was Tracey.  Ah sweet 
Tracey.  Seductress/hypnotist extrodinaire and good friend, though 
often our friendship will take a backseat to her mischevious sexual 
antics with myself 
often finding myself at her blessed mercy, entraptured by her hypnotic domination..  My mind raced as I wondered what evil scheme she was hatching now.
	Hello Tracey.  How are you?
	Im fine...just fine.  You?
	All right.   For a Tuesday.
	Can I ask you a question?
	Sure.
	When did  you last ejaculate?
	Ah Tracey.  Always direct.  I thought for a moment.
	That would be...Sunday...yes, Sunday morning,I responded whistfully. Yes, I remember it well...a raging morning hard-on and a disappointingly empty bed and mild hangover.  Ive been too busy since.  Why do you ask?
	Im taking a survey. She responded, slightly annoyed that I would even question her motives.  You used to donate to a sperm bank in college right?
	Oh God.   Where is this going?  Yes, 35 bucks a shot, tax-free.
	Tax-free?
	Body part donations are not taxable, blood, plasma, sperm, kidney, Its very lucrative.
	I didnt know that.
	Well now you do.  Tracey, what is this about?
	I wanted to know if you were still aimaible to having your sperm used for repoductive purposes.
	As opposed to all the other  purposes for sperm? I answered. You want me to father your child?
	Not my child you nit, the child of some...friends.
	Friends?  You sound unsure.  I was dubious.
	Yeah, friends.  Its just that what I need is not as simple as you mastrubating into a little cup and getting out Mr. Turkey baster.
	Uh huh, I responded, and why is that?
	Listen you jerk, now Tracey was a beginning to get steamed.  She hates defiance. Im giving you a class-A oppurtunity to get laid and to serve a noble purpose at the same time.  Are you interested or not?
	Wow.  Its pretty rare she even gives me a choice.  Usually its her will and that is the final word.  It was my fatal mistake to push her patience.
	Trace, I appricate the offer and I would be more than willing to help you out, I began, but Fraisers coming on in a few minutes and its a Tuesday, Ive gotta work tomorrow, maybe another time.
	Dead silence from the other end.
	Are you telling me, that you would be willing but dont want to?
	She sounded serious.
	Uh, thats right Tracey.  Maybe we can get together this weekend.  Im just not horny enough right now for your games.
	More silence.  Then a deep breath.
	Please...I think youll find it DEEPLY RELAXing, she implored in a soft low voice.  Something clicked.  A sudden wave of relaxation came over me.  In my minds eye I could see those big brown eyes pleading with me and 
I felt myself starting to slip a bit.
	Please it will so deeply relax you..she whispered again, drawing out the wordslike taffy.  My body leaned against the arch of the doorway for support as my knees started to sway a bit.  The room began to fade out, repl
aced only by the image of her eyes.  I knew what was happening:  A post-hynotic command dersigned to ensare me back into her control.  Not this time, I was determined to put the phone down before she snared me entirely.  
Apprantly Tracey had predicted my actions.
	Please....I have bad news.  Although you are deeply relaxing, that phone you are holding is covered in glue.  Very sticky.  Can you feel it on your hand, on your ear?  Its so sticky you cant get it away from your ear.
  Its stuck.  Try and pull the phone away.  Please.  You cant.  Its impossible.
	Damn her.  It was true.  The phone was stuck.  Please.  The magic word.  That was her magic word.  I was being drawn in...again.
	Youd better sit.
	I sat.
	Her soft soothing words coaxed me under her spell in almost no time.   Each time its easier and easier for her.  I felt my eyes droop as she suggested how heavy they were and how tired I was becoming.  Soon it all went 
back.

	I woke up, a bit confused.
	Tracey?
	Yeah?
	Whats going on?
	Nothing.  I invited you over for some fun, but you seem to have other plans.
	Oh yeah.
	She continued.  If you change your mind, the invitation is still open.
	Thanks.  Talk to you later?
	Sure, she sounded very chipper.  That gave me cause to worry.
	Okay, bye then.
	Bye, oh and think about fucking me from behind.
	Click.
I hang up the phone.  Fucking her from behind?  Tracey was never one for such a submissive position.  She always had to be in control, the idea intreaged me.  I could see her, on her soft carpet, on her hands and knees, b
ack arched, waiting to be penetrated.  She had the most delicious ass.  Tight, firm, pleasing to the eye and touch.  Doggy-style with Tracey, wow, what a concept!   I couldnt get the thought out of my head, I could see i
t so clearly, mouting her like a crazed weasal and riding her; making her shudder from orgasm to orgasm.  I had never really given Tracey an orgasm.  She had always taken them from me.  But from behind...I would could be 
in control, free from her paralyzing gaze; in control....as I pondered this fantasy my penis motioned for some attention.  Sure, why not; after all it was Tuesday.  Fraiser wasnt on for another hour.
	I reached for my zipper and unzipped and reached for my????  Where was my penis?  I looked down.  I hadnt unzipped.  Weird.  I brought down my hands again but I couldnt seem to grab the zipper, my hands just wouldnt g
rab it.  Its like I forgot or something, I kept trying, and trying to remember how to work a zipper.  It seemed like such a basic thing, yet I was completely at a loss at its operation.  At the same time I was still del
uged with images of fucking Tracey, grabbing her ass as I plunged into her repeatedly, My cock felt like it was going to burst.   It suddenly hit my like a ton of bricks.  I picked up the phone and dialed.
	Hello? an innocent voice answered.
	You are such a bitch.
	She let out a snort of laugheter.  Having some trouble sport?
	Youre damn right Im having some trouble.
	Forget how to work a zipper?
	Fuck you Tracey.
I know you want to.  Is that the only that is occupying your mind right now?  Fucking me?  Ripping my clothes off, bending me over the bed and driving into me with that gorgeous cock of yours?  Must be maddening.
	Now it really was.  It was starting to hurt it was so hard.
	Tracey youre being cruel.
	No.  Not obeying me.  That was cruel.  Hurt my feelings it did.
	How do I work a zipper Tracey?  I was really beginning to ache.  I had to get a hold of it.
	Hmmm...zipper...zipper...Im not sure.  Is it anything like a slipper?  Those are easy.
	Tracey I think Im going to blow a artery or something, come on.
	No.  Disobedience has its price.  Come on over and Ill help you out.  Maybe.
	You expect me to drive like this?
	Youre not hypnotized.  You are responding to a powerful post-hypnotic suggestion.  Apparntly a very powerful one.  You are such a good subject.  As far as driving with a hard-on goes...just move the seat back.  See you
 soon.
	Click.  Bitch.
	Needless to say, I set a couple of speed records racing over to Traceys.  It was true, I was a good subject for her.  And most of the time I didnt mind.  Most of the time.

	I pulled up to Traceys.  A black 325I was parked outside.  Hmm.  I rushed up the stairs and pounded on the door.  The door swung open and there she was smiling widely.  Immediately I was drawn into her large eyes.  I st
epped in and she placed a hand firmly on my forehead.
	Sleep. She commanded.  Consciouslness slipped away.  I felt everyting going black, my eyelids closing as if weighted with lead and my body going limp.  

	Can he hear us?
	I dimly heard a womans voice.  It wasnt Traceys.  She had company.  I tried to open my eyes.  I couldnt, they seemed to be locked closed.  Not tight, but not openable.  I was reclining.  On Traceys recliner I presum
ed.
	Are you sure he wont be able to see us?  Another woman.  How many people were here?  I wondered if Tracey was putting me on display.
	Tracey spoke.  Hell be  able to see you, he just wont be able to recognize you again, your images will be blurred in his memory.
	Good, Woman two spat. Fucking men.
	Uh oh.  This didnt look good at all.
	Tracey asked me to open my eyes.  I did.  Three women hovered over me.  Tracey and two other I didnt recognize, and guess I never will.  For the life of me I cant picture what they look like.  Thats how they wanted it
.  Woman one seemed much less hardcore then her friend.
	Pretty eyes, she said.
	I tried to say, Thanks, but no words flowed from my mouth, just air.  I tried to move my arms but the felt weighted down, my whole body felt weighted, like I was wearing a lead apron at the dentists.  My hard-on was go
ne.  I just looked out at these three harpies and wondered what was going on.  The women sat down in chairs facing me.  Was I on trial here?
	How do you feel? Tracey asked.
	All right, I could barely talk again.  Whats going on here Tracey?
	Youre volenteering.  Its all right, I know them and theyre decent people.
	Volenteering?
	Youll see.  Youll enjoy it, trust me.  Tracey smiled wide and stroked my hair affection.  I did trust her.  Let me introduce you:  This is Madam X and Madam Y.
	Hello.  Those are unusual names.
	Madam Y, the nasty one spoke up:  Any major illnesses run in your family?
	What?
	She repeated the question.  Any major illnesses?  History of cancer, heart disease, mental disorders?
	No...
	The questioning went on.  Family history (no illnesses, no baldness), childhood diseaes (smallpox, etc.) , academic performance (graduated from B______ College with honors, though Tracey had to assure them that B______ w
as indeed a reputable school). And so on.  This went on for about 20 minutes.  When they were satisfied they began to get down to brass tacks.  
	Madam Y:  Okay, lets have a look at him.
	Tracey asked me stand and I complied.
	Hes got nice height, piped up Madam X, the nice one.
	Lets check out the entire package.
	Get undressed. Tracey commanded.  But I did not respond.  Tracey walked up close to me.  And looked at me deeply.  Whats wrong? she asked with concern.
	I...I...?
	I felt uncomfortable.  I felt like I was on display; it didnt feel right.  Tracey seemed to be aware of my conflict and drew me in.
	You want to get undressed.  Those clothes you are wearing...they are very itchy, very uncomforatble, they are making you sweat.  It will so much nicer when they are off...no chaffing, itching, just delicious cool air...
.we are all your friends here, we have seen you naked before, you feel all right...
	She was right, everything I was wearing felt like a wool sweater, and I did feel more comforatable around these people...why not, I thought.   I might as well take them off.
	I removed my clothes and just felt relief from all that itching...my body felt loose and free.  Tracey issued new commands.
	On your arms and legs, I want you to picture long metal tubes...unbendable steel.  You arms and legs are encased in this steel tubing, you cannot bend them you cannot move them.  The harder you try, the tighter the stee
l becomes and the harder it is to move.
	She was right, my arms and legs felt  as stiff as boards, I could not bend or move them.
Madam X & Y circled around, inspecting my body like it was a piece of meat hanging on a rack.  I let them; what else could I do?
	Nice ass, said Madam X.
	Thanks.  I try.
	The two women circled and inspected.  Apparntly I was passing whatever test they were giving.  Madam X stopped right in front, she was only inches from my face.  I felt a hand touch my penis.
	How big does this get? She asked.
	I smiled and said: Give it a few tugs and find out.
	Ugh.  She withdrew and pulled away.  Im not going to tug on that thing.  
	Its on the happy side of average, piped up Tracey.   Want to see?
	Tracey stepped up close and dropped to her knees.  I felt familiar lips wrap around my limp member which sprung to life under the expert tonging of Tracey.  I rocked with my  stiff legs trying to get a rythum going, but 
Tracey pulled out.
	Hmmm,said Madam Y It looks all right.  If we have a boy, God forbid I woulnt want him to be short changed.  Of course I dont want a Leviathan either...I guess hell do.  All right Tracey work your magic and lets ge
t this over with.
	It was at that moment that all the pieces fit.  I was here for one purpose and one purpose only.  I was a sperm bank and I was here to service one or more dykes in procreation.  Before I had time to weigh all the issues 
at hand, Tracey stepped up close and tapped me on the forehead and I was out.

	I awoke.  Lying in the recliner.  Still naked but no longer aroused.  Tracey was sitting on the armrest.  On the couch I spied Madam X & Y; both out.  Hypnotized I presumed. 
	How do you feel? asked Tracey.  
	I assured Tracey I was feeling fine and I offered to her my hypothesis on why I was here.  She confirmed my suspicions.  I was still curious why I was actually needed in person.  What do I have that the Turkey Baster doe
snt.
	Beleive it or dont, but the penis is still the best sperm delivery system ever invented.  At the moment of ejaculation, sperm, swimming in semen are propelled from the tip of the penis into the vaginal canal at a speed
 of 500 feet/per second.  A turkey baster isnt rated at a quarter of that speed.  Additionaly, male orgasm induces an involentary thrusting of the hips, driving the penis even futher into the vagina.  It is as perfect as
 mother nature designed it.  Why mess up a good thing with something as impersonal as a turkey baster.  Besides, I dont own one.
	Couldnt you borrow one?
	No, besides the baster would deny me the pleasure of my Sexual Russian Roulette Ive come up with.  
	This should be good.  Explain please.
	All in good time my faithful lackey, all in good time.  First some fun.
	Tracey rose off the recliner and walked over to the sleeping dykes.  They looked so peaceful; filled with bliss rather than their usual man-hating condition.  She kneeled on the couch between the two and began speaking t
o them in low tones.  I tried to get closer to hear but I seemed to be unable to rise from the recliner; I was still in Traceys spell and I assume she did not want me close enough to hear their true identitys.
	The effects of Traceys new commands to the duo seemed apparant however.  At first the seemed to fall deeper and deeper into their relaxed state.  Their heads drooped and I could not see any sign of tension anywhere in t
heir body.  This went on for serveral minutes, the girls falling deeper and deeper into Traceys spell.  After a bit Tracey turned to me and winked.  She spoke to them again, this time loud enough for me to hear:
	It is nice to be alone.  All alone in a big house far from the noise and din of the city.  No one is around for miles.  Just you, all alone in your lavish bedroom, lying back comforatbly on your large comfortable bed th
is afternoon.  It looked so inviting just to layback and feel it come up to meet your back, supporting you as you lie in comforted bliss.   It is a good day to nothing but relax and think wonderful thoughts; wonderful tho
ughts about yourself, your life, your body, your sex....it is such a nice day, why not think about sex?  Its such a pleasant thought, the wonderfulness of having a woman caress your body in all the places you like...this
 is wonderful thought and you are focusing on it...all other thoughts are slipping away, the house, the room, the bed, only thoughts of sex inhabit your mind now, they are becoming more vivid!  More intense!
	Under this barrage of hypnotic suggestions I saw the woman begin to respond, their bodies squirmed slightly as their sexual drives began to click in in response to Traceys words.
	These thoughts are burining into you now, building up pressure, you need to feel release!   It would be so natural to touch yourselves as a another woman might touch you, you want to touch yourselves, your touch is so l
uxuriant, every place your hands roam you will feel intense pleasure, pleasure that will increase under your own touch.
	Sure enough the women began to squirm and moan a bit...slowly their hands moved.  Madam X glided a hand up to her breasts and one onto the mound on her jeans, which she began to rock into; gently at first and then more i
ntensely as she built upon the feeling.  Madam Y took the more direct approach and attacked her sex with a two-handed assault, one hand over her jeans and one right in.  The outside hand rubbed her lower mound while the i
ntruder into her jeans seemed be fingering her clit.   I was getting pretty excited by this action and my member made its presense known again.   Tracey stepped back to watch the action.   She must have been getting into 
the grove as well becuase I spied her idling fingering her nipple as she directed the action taking place.   I watched her squirm a bit in her pants, the watching the dual masterbation clealry was taking her toll on her. 
 Finally she just gave in.  She quickinly unbuttoned her blouse, and 
slid her jeans off.  She was not wearing a bra only a G-string below.  
Immediately my eyes were drawn to her tawny ass.  The object of my 
desire!  I had
 longed for it for so long it seemed.  My member throbbed in primal 
heartbeat.  With all my might I tried to lift myself off the recliner 
to impale myself between these gravity-defying twin half-globes of 
perfect roundnes
s but I could not move a one leaded muscle.  My lust was overwhelming 
me.  To complet matters even worse, Tracey had dropped a hand into her 
loins and was fingering herself madly at the sight of her victums who 
were each 
now in the thoroes of orgasm.  But she wanted even more.
	When I count to five your eyes will open and you will see 
sitting next to you the woman who has giving you such pleasure.  You 
will have no thought but to make intense love to her, to pleasure her 
beyond pleasure no mat
ter what action she has in mind; her pleasure will spur on your 
pleasure you will imagine all that you are doing to her she is doing to 
you.  1...2...3..4...5!
	On 5 Madam X and Madam Ys eyes sprang open and immediately they 
sprang upon each other.  At times I counldnt tell if it was sex or pro 
wrestiling as each one tried to pleasure the other; their hands went 
for the shirts
 first, each one trying to undo the others simultaneously; that went 
pretty well and soon their voluptious breasts tumbeld out and they 
fought each other for the right to suck on the others breast.  Madam Y 
proved the s
tronger and soon she was nursing intesely on Madam, who desperately 
trying to gain the upper hand so that she might pleasure Madam Y, who 
was moaning with the pleasure of sucking on Madam Xs nipples.  
Finally, Madam X lu
nged Madam Y on her back and managed to get on her astirde to get at 
her jeans, frantcially she unzipped and pulled the down to her knees 
while at her prone postion, Madam Y managed to do the same thing.  Soon 
it turned i
nto an ideal 69 position.  With Madam X on top hungirly noshing at 
Madam Y who in turn was tonging upward at Madam Xs dripping honeypot.  
 I lost count of the orgams after 5 induced in each.
	All the while Tracey was fingering herself into seventh heaven, 
she still hovered over them like some sort of pagan Priestess, and it 
was apparnt that she had brought herself to tremendous orgasm, as her 
knees buckeled u
nderneath her and she feel to the floor, shuddering.  Still I eyed her 
precious backside and with every ounce of will I possessed attmepted to 
rise from my prone position.  But every ounce of will was not good 
enough agai
nst Traceys powerful hypnotic spell and I remained flat on back.  My 
hands would not een respond to my will as I wanted to bring them up to 
stroke my shaft, but they laid useless by my sides; I was trapped.
	Tracey turned her head and saw me boring a hole through her ass 
with my eyes and she smiled devilishly.
	Oh thats right...your still obsessing about taking me from 
behind, arent you?
	I nodded in urgent agreement.
	Well, thats your punishment I suppose; for disobeying me.  I 
want you to savor the agony you are in right now, remember it, to lust 
and be unable to find release in it.  It is sheer torture I imagine.
	To torture me even worse, Tracey stood up and began to move about 
eroticlly, twitching her ass back and forth, rocking it about, making 
it even more and more appealing, to drive home to that sweet spot in 
the middle; now
 I really ached.  She walked over to me, swaying her hips.  She stopped 
by the china hutch and picked up something which she hid behind her 
back.  She stepped in close, hovering just over me and then dangled 
that accursed
 crystal in front of my eyes.  Immediately I was drawn to it.  
Everything else seemed to fade out, the sight of the two tongue-lashing 
lesbians and the sounds they were making, all I could see was the 
crystal and Tracey. 
 I felt powerless.
	You are deepening into a trance.  You will respond to the 
commands I give you.  Everywhere I touch on your body will become 
completely numb to the touch, you will not even be aware that it is a 
part of your body when I 
touch it.
	She touched my right hand, it tingled and then went dead, as if I 
had slept on it all night.
	Can you feel your hand?
	No.
	Can you feel it at all?
	No...
	Look at your hand.
	I turned to look at my hand.  Tracey was squeezing it very tight, 
but I couldnt even register it.
	I cant feel anything.
	Good.  Now Im going to touch something else near and dear.
	On cue she reached for my penis and immediately it tingled for a 
moment then went dead as my hand.  I couldnt even feel if it was still 
on my body. 
	Come back now, become aware of the sights and sounds of that 
around you, but let my commands still have effect.
	I began to sense the room again.  The grunting and moaning of the 
two lesbains filled the air.  I could see them past Traceys shapely 
form.  They were now in a missionary position humping each other best 
the could.  Mad
am X had Madams Y legs over her shoulders as they rubbed their pussys 
each others.
	Tracey turned to face them. That ass again.   I saw my penis 
throb in sympathy, but damn, I could not feel it.  Slowly Tracey 
impaled herself on my shaft and began to lift herself up and down on 
it, all the while watchin
g the two screw each other.  I was no longer intent with watching them, 
but with watching Tracey bang my unfeeling member.  At that moment, I 
actaully hated her.
	In no time, Tracey came with voracious ferocity, and a shiver 
raced throughout her body.  She lifted herself off still engourged cock 
and approached her two friends.  She knelt beside them.  They were so 
intent on pleasu
ring each other that they did not even seem to notice her presense.  
She placed a hand on their foreheads and spoke one word:
	Sleep!
	Immediately they ceacesd their humping and coming and collapsed 
into a deep and sudden sleep.  Madam X, in the superiour position, 
collapsed onto Madam Y and they lay like exhausted lovers.   Tracey 
inserted a finger int
o each of  their vaginas.  They withdrew dripping with love juice. 
	I think theyre wet enough.
	She turned to me with an optimistic smile.
	Time to go work, stud.
	Tracy returned her attention to the slumbering dykes.  She 
whispered in their ears and they began to respond.  Slowly they 
positioned themselves on their knees, their backs turned towards me and 
their ass cheeks resting 
on the backs of their ankles, Tracy walked in front and put a hand on 
eachs forehead, slowly she brought their heads down to the carpet, 
raising their asses high into the air.  Tracy walked over to me.  They 
did not move
.
	My cock throbbed in anticipation.
	Ready for action?
	Tracy reached down and grabbed my cock.  It was still numb.  She 
gently tugged on it trying to raise me with it.  It seemed to be 
working, I could feel strength in my arms and legs, allowing me to 
stand.  Once poised, ho
wever I seemed unable to do anyting.  I tried to take advantage of my 
new found strength and touch Tracy but my arms lacked the ability to 
move.  Tracy smiled as she noted my arms twitching in their attempts to 
move.
	Oh no you dont.  Youll do exactly as you are directed to do.  
Youll obey and follow my lead.
	Still holding my penis, Tracy guided me over to the lesbians.  As 
they lay their, asses high and their faces turned and slightly mushed 
into the carpet, it appeared as if they were praying to some sort of 
entity and had 
fallen asleep in mid-prayer.   Tracy applied downward pressure to my 
penis and I knelt behind them, directly aligned between the two of 
them.  Tracy let go and backed away to admire the scene.  Meanwhile, my 
lust was at a
 frenzy as I oogled these two moist pussys, puffed and ready for entry. 
 Tracy walked behind me and whispered in my ear.
	When I count to five, youll be free to have your way with these 
two.  Think of it as revenge.  All feeling will return to your members 
and you may come whenever you wish, as long as your penis is buried 
deep in one of 
these two cunts.  Make 10 strokes in one, then 10 strokes in other.  If 
you feel yourself about to cum, just keeping pumping in whichever cunt 
you happen to be in.  Do you understand?
	I nodded yes.  Tracey counted to five and I was free, and I was 
off like a sailor on shore leave.
	I mounted the one on the right, the tauter of the two asses 
splayed before me., first, plunging into her like a hot knife through 
warm butter.  I had been so arosed and so without feeling, that the 
sensation almost overt
ook me there...but I was filled with another urge, an urge to hurt, not 
hurt, but at least make them sore, at least make them remember that 
theyve been fucked by a man.  As I pounded into the right one, I 
gripped her hip
s and pulled her back to meet my member.  She did not respond at all; 
her head only bobbed a bit on the carpet as she remained in her 
blissfull sleep.  I pounded away ten strokes, withdrew, reluctuntly and 
moved to the sl
eeping beauty on the left.
	The left one was fleshier, my hot cock entered without 
resistence.  I pounded away and watched her flesh jiggle slightly as my 
pelvis slammed into her backside.  10 strokes and I switched again.
	As I pulled out of my lady on the left, there was a memorable 
moment, my cock in the cool air, moisture evaporating off it, giving it 
just a chill before being reimmursed in hot hot pussy.  A sensation not 
unlike swimmin
g in a cool pool, then jumping out to hop into a juccusi.  I began to 
lose track of my strokes.  Behind me Tracy shouted 10!  and I 
switched again.
	I wish I could have said that this went on for hours, but I think 
maybe I lasted 5 minutes.  Okay two.
	After several switches I felt that pre-cum feeling rise up in my 
cock.  I was in the right twat and as the feeling began to grow I let 
the count go past.  Tracy shouted 10!
	Im going to come!
	Tracy was silent.
	I contined stroking, but was startled to see the crystal pendent, 
the one I am conditioned to, appear before me, I started to feel 
weighty, and pace slow, but Tracy would not let me.
	Keep pumping, you can only feel your wondorous cock, let the 
feeling build, everything else is fading away, just concentrate on the 
feeling it is the greatest feeling you have ever felt, feel it build, 
feel it ready to 
explode, but you cannot cum...you will not until I say uncle
	What a bitch.  I could feel it rising, I was almost to the point 
of no return.  And it was just staying there, my balls were tight up 
into my body trying to realease...
	Tracey please!!!!
	My eyes must have conveyed the urgency. She pasued for but a 
moment before she whispered:  uncle.
	I saw stars.  With the force of a piledriver I shot my wad deep 
inside this chick.  It seemed to never end as I bucked madly depositing 
spurt after spurt of hot jizz.  What seemed like an enternity I finally 
came to rest
 and feel to the carpet, exhauseted.  
	Tracy stood over me, smiling at my performance.
	Bravo sport.  You did well.
	I smiled back, grateful that Tracey let me feel some pleaseure 
for a change.
	Thanks Trace, I answered sauvely, question though:  whyd I 
fuck both?  Theyre totaly out of it, theyll never know.
	Its part of the game of Sex Roulette.  They should both be 
equally sore and with the help of Mr. Turkey Baster and some warm gel, 
the non-cummed will never know that she was NOT the impregnated one.  
They wont know for
 sometime, that is if this worked at all.
	Wait, I thought you said you didnt have a Turkey Baster?
	Tracey smiled.  I lied.   Time for you to go out.
	Tracey squated down on my chest and put a hand on my forehead.  
Night night

	I awoke later prone on the couch.  The lessies were gone.  Off in 
the den I could hear Frasier making snide remarks to his father.  I was 
still naked.  I wandered in.  Tracy, also still naked, lying back on 
the La-Z-boy 
enjoying Fraiser.
	Youre up.
	Yeah...hows Frasier?
	Pretty funny...almost over though.
	Damn.
	Dont worry, I taped it.  You can watch it later.
	I cant watch it now?
	Tracy stood up.  Immediately my eyes were drawn to the crystal 
pendent nestled between her breasts. I felt the world fading away.   
She smiled mischeviously.  
	You can watch it later.

The End?

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