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 Tristan and Iodine
   The dark back streets are washed over by eerie silence with only the
occasional dim street light to offer up little comfort.  The shadows of
warehouses loom over Tristan and Iodine from behind; an empty lot carpeted
with dead grass, a rusty metal train track running through it can be seen
to the left.
   "Tristan!" calls Iodine trying to keep her voice down.  As Tristan turns
to face her Iodine ushers towards a mesh fence; behind it what appears to
be a junk yard.
   "This looks disserted enough," remarks Tristan in approval.  Together
they climb over the fence and soon find themselves lost in a maze of
brick-a-brack and broken old junk.
   "Look at this," calls Tristan entering into an old, run-down carriage.
Inside it books, jewellery, cups, utensils, etc, are scattered, all covered
in dust and dirt.  A worn green couch sits in the left hand corner; a tear
in one of its cushions.
   "Perfect!" remarks Iodine enthusiastically, placing her rucksack on the
couch and rummaging through it to find a light and a couple of fags and a
pipe.
   Being only young and having just entered into the world of substance use
and sex, Tristan and Iodine soon find themselves experiencing sensations
they have never felt before - their senses fuelled and ignited.  It's like
being touched for the first time when they lay their hands on each other;
coming in contact with each other's flesh.  They feel as though they are
one, experiencing the same feelings, in the one fantasy/the one dream. 
They sit on that couch for over an hour simply making out, touching and
playing; their tongues down each other's throats.
   Each time Tristan touches Iodine's cunt his fingers are showered in her
warm, sweet dew; his penis firm tingling with sensation; hungry; ravaging
to get in her.  His hormones and desire sending him crazy as he furiously
thrusts his fist into her, feeling how padded and slippery she is - she is
so wet.  He wants so badly to take her and fuck her senseless.  But just as
he begins to slide on top of her they are interrupted by a low, muffled
growl coming from outside.  It's a large dog - presumably a guard dog that
has failed to do its work.
   "Watch this," giggles Iodine mischievously.  She stumbles out of the
carriage naked, a white radiating silhouette in the night; her legs glossy
and wet.  She walks up to the dog, not at all thinking about how it will
react, and she shoves her cunt in its face.
   Tristan begins to laugh, as to his surprise the dog sticks it nose in
Iodine's wet cunt and begins to lick the girl out.  Iodine then leads the
dog into the carriage, enticing it with her sweet cum scent.  She drops to
the floor on her hands and knees in a clearing amongst the junk and begins
to masturbate on all fours.  Tristan watches on eagerly from his place on
the couch, jerking off to her sexy bony ass as he does so.
   "Move the dog closer to my behind," instructs Iodine.  Tristan does so.
"Now lift up his two front paws and place them on my back." As Tristan does
this Iodine firmly grabs the dog's dick in her hand.  Instantly it hardens.
She pulls it closer to her wet cunt and pushes it in.  From there the dog
does the rest and begins to hump her petite figure.  Rubbing her clit
vigorously Iodine moans, excited by the idea of being fucked by a dirty
animal and having its semen left behind deep inside her; making her hot and
sticky between the thighs.
   This was not the first time Iodine had tried something of such a nature.
She had tried the same act once before, as she later went on to explain to
Tristan:
"I had only just discovered myself and the pleasures of the body.  It
was all so new to me and oh so exciting.  I remember feeling so horny all
the time.  I wanted to experience what it would be like to have something
that was alive up me, rather than a materialistic object, such as a can of
body spray or a banana, which only moved as I moved it.  I was hungry to
feel the movements of something that could also feel.  What would it feel
once inside of me and how would this effect how it fucked me - would it
thrust hard and violent or vice versa.
   One night I was masturbating in bed.  My large black and white mutt lay
at my feet soundly asleep.
   `Jet,' I called over to him softly.  He got up and stretched his legs,
then sheepishly staggered over to me still half asleep.  Lying on my back I
pushed him over me and elevated my thighs; grinding my private parts
against his genitals.  He took no interest at first, so grabbing him from
behind I forced him into me.  It felt so good, the feeling of pre-cum
oozing into me.
   `Honey, are you awake?' My step-dad opened my bedroom door before I
could even respond and caught me in the act.  He stopped dead in his tracks
as soon as he saw me nude with Jet, my `dog', inside of me."
   "Then what?" asks Tristan curiously, eager to hear more.
   "Startled, I pushed Jet off me.
   `Please don't stop,' I was shocked to hear Markus, my step-father, say.
Jet was back on top of me before I even had a chance to protest.
   *(I apologise, but I cannot give all of the story away just yet, as it
would ruin the book!)*
   *2ND DRAFT (only just begun, not yet finished) - let me know if you
think it's better than the first.  Cheers!*
   Empty, isolated back streets run through large tin warehouses, some lit,
yet showing no sign of life.  Turning each bend the two youngsters are full
of uncertainty, aware of the dangers of being in such a secluded, dark area
late at night when breathing things slept, with only the occasional bark of
a dog left out in the cold for the night, or a screeching of a bird who
seems to have forgot the time.  As they wonder through the industrial zone
looking up, down and around old, run down buildings, snooping to find a way
in, whether it be through a hole in the broken glass window, an uplifted
piece of tin on the shed's wall, or merely a door that a careless soul
forgot to lock, they feet a sense of adventure and freedom.  The full moon
above fills the sky with a radiating glow, lighting up the earth beneath it
and guiding the way for midnight wonderers, like Tristan and Iodine.
   "Tristan!" calls Iodine in the loudest whisper she can summon, as dead
silent streets through which all sounds echo, threaten to reveal their
whereabouts to possible guards that patrol the private property on which
they tresspass.  As Tristan turns to face her, Iodine ushers towards a tall
mesh fence; behind it what appears to be a junkyard.
   "This looks disserted enough," remarks Tristan in approval.  Together
they climb over the fence, jumping from the top to the sandy, dirt floor on
the other side and landing with a thud, as the eroded souls of their
sneakers hit the ground bellow.  Weaving through the piles of splintered,
rotting wood, crushed cars with doors half falling off, windows smashed and
tires torn, they are under the impression that they may become lost in a
maze of brick-a-brack and broken old junk.
   "Look at this," calls Tristan enquistively entering an ancient, run-down
train carriage.  Inside it bent books with pages dyed from old age, pieces
of jewellery missing their other half, scratched and rusty untensils, etc,
etc, are scattered, all covered in dust and dirt.  A worn, two seater,
forest green couch sits in the near left hand corner; a tear in one of its
cushions has foam hanging out, like puss oozing from a freshly formed
wound.
   "Perfect!" remarks Iodine enthusiastically, placing her rucksack on the
couch and rummaging through it to find a light and a couple of fags and a
pipe.  If aware of the going ons, of their children's disgraceful and vile
actions and habits, the two younsters' parents would have a hissy fit and
all hell would brake loose, as storms would be forecast to inhabit the
family homes, swelling with thunder clouds of fury.  At all this chaos the
two children would laugh, provoking their parents further, making a game of
it, as they do with most all situations - the cheeky little buggers that
they are.
   Being only young and having just entered into the world of substance and
sex, Tristan and Iodine soon find themselves experiencing sensations they
have never felt before - their senses are ignited.  Brown, red, green,
blue, they see clearer now, as before them colours appear to illuminate and
shapes begin to sharpen and crisp.  Hidden to society, revealed is the
world as it truly is: beautiful, enriched, full of colour and life - as
they've never seen it before.  Triston and Iodine's eyes have been opened.
A dance of carress fired by emotion and fuelled by hightened senses, begins
to play out as they lay their hands on each other coming in cotact with
each other's flesh, truly touching for the first time.  As they do this
they send signals, waves of vibrations, throughout one another's body. 
These vibrations go off, exploding like fireworks in a build up around
their sexes.  United in this surreal, dream-like experience, they become
one.  Their tongues go down each other's throat, as they continue to
sensually touch and play with the other's physical.
   A shower of warm, sweet dew seeps over Tristan's fingers, as he works
his way around Iodine's cunt; his penis firm, tingling with sensations,
hungry, ravaging to get in her.  
  
Tristan and Iodine