                               DISCLAIMER
This is piece of fiction. Its characters have not even
contemplated such things, mostly because said characters do
not exist.  Any imagined resemblance to people living or
deceased is either the result of dementia on the reader's part or
that the reader is, in fact, a character this story.  None of
these are conditions to be proud of, and it would not be wise to
draw attention to one's self by claiming any similarity.

   It is assumed that readers of this story have the permission
of the state, mom, dad, and pastor and are able to tell the
difference between real and make-believe.  Furthermore, the
writer is fully aware that he is bound for hell, but welcomes
both praise or/and well thoughts out, humourous insults on his
writing skill.  Note: he already knows he cannot spell warth shet.

   The events and descriptions of this story are the sole
property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded,
reposted, or profited from in anyway without express written
permission of the person hiding behind that pen name.
Reposting and free archiving will be tolerated given the
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                              INTRODUCTION

This was written in response to a very short thread in
alt.sex.stories.d. Truth be known I am beginning to think I killed it
with this story.  <sound of sighing turtle>.  Still, I like this story
and thought that maybe someone out there on alt.sex.stories.moderated
might think the same.

Note: I have a character in my next story that is blonde and has large
breasts.  Write me saying how great you thought this story is or she
keeps her virginity!

                               Fucks Sake
                                   by
                             Kenny N Gamera

Suzy wandering into the room as her father looked down at the ground in
dejection.  Quietly, she went to the corner and waited as he finished
the business with the man from the Geisha house, the bad Geisha house
where the corporate leaders took their American and British customers.
There the Europeans would make complete asses of themselves and give the

Japanese rest one more edge in whatever negations they were holding.

Suzy knew the man only to be her father's biggest customer, the man
responsible for buying the supplies that the Geisha house needed,
including her father's famous sake.  She could see from his hard
expression as he stared at her father that he was not happy.

"Your sake does not work."

Her father reeled as if struck my the man.  The father looked up from
his shoes with pleading eyes, "I do not understand, my family has been
brewing this sake for generations.  It has never failed in all of that
time, since the time of the shoguns."

"It has failed," said the man unkindly.  He wore a plain black suit,
that contrasted with the traditional kamono of her father.  "Two women,
an American and a Canadian, are here negotiating a contract.  Nothing
happened when they were given your sake.  Professor Gamera is very
displeased."

"Honoured, sir," started her father. He did not finish.

"It has failed; the batch is bad, and has cost the Master much."

The man continued, but Suzy could not follow what was said.  The young
woman only realized that there seemed to be someone who held power over
not only her father, but this strong and powerful man as well.  Never,
in her seventeen years had she seen her father as shaken as when the man

mentioned this Professor Gamera.  Even the man seemed frightened as he
mentioned the name.

She was too caught up in this worry, to realize what else was happening
in the room until the man grabbed her shoulder

"Her!"

"No," shouted her father in weak fear.  "That is my daughter Suzy.
Please, not her!"

"You have promised me a test of this special brew of yours.  She is here

and she will be the test."

"But she is my daughter!" wailed her father.

"If these negations fail, because of your sake, old man, it will not
have mattered what I will do to her."  He roughly pulled Suzy into the
center part of the room.  "Give her the sake!"

Her father carefully poured a small cup from the sake pitcher at his
desk.  With shaking hands, he handed it to his daughter, "Please,
forgive me," he said just before she sipped at it.

The liquid was hot and stung her mouth and throat as it traveled inside
of her.  As she finished the cup and handed it to her father, she began
to feel warm and uneasy.   And with these feeling came thoughts.
Thoughts, her mother had taught her to be wrong, thought about the kind
of things that went on in the Geisha house.  Before, she had thought of
these things only in disgust, but now she felt the need to do them
herself.

She looked at the man and blushed.  Her took her roughly to his body and

held her looking into her eyes.

"Old man," he called to her father, "what kind of girl is your
daughter?"

Her father looked down to the floor.  "She is a good girl."

"So, she would never think of doing this on her own," he stated, not
asked as he forced Suzy to her knees and unzipped his pants.  Suzy put
her hands into the gap and, knowing what he wanted, she pulled his still

flaccid penis from them.  She rubbed it with her hands, but this only
increased the craving in her.  Unable to resist, she put the growing
tool into her mouth and licked at it.

Slowly, as she licked and sucked, she could feel the man grow in her
mouth.  Somewhere in a quite part of her brain, something of her prior
self reminded her that this was wrong and that she should stop, but she
responded only by instinct to the demands that the man put to her body.
She stopped only when the man pushed her away.

"You have never had a man," he told her.

She looked away from and an agreed " No, sir," in a quiet voice.

"You were waiting."

"Yes."

"Your wait is over."

Quick, he striped her of her school uniform, leaving her in her socks
and shoes.  He, then, pushed her to her fathers desk and shoved her face

against the top.  Her behind poked into the air, exposed.  The man
went behind her, and with a single thrust broke past her last barrier
from womanhood.

She screamed from the pain at first.  After that initial shock, though,
she could only begin to sob as the man roughly pounded at her now lost
maidenhood.  Still, as he fucked in and out of her, she began to forget
the pain, then the pain was gone, and at last she began to moan from the

feeling that the intrusion was giving her.  She looked at her father but

she could not see him; she could only feel the building sensation in
her lower body.

The man stopped, again.  This time he withdrew his penis from her.  She
moaned in a pleading tone as she felt the lost and wanted the man to
reenter her.  Inside, she felt him again her other hole.  The dirty one
from which she shit.  She moaned, again.

"What?" said the man.

"Please." said Suzy.

"Please, what?"

She cried in anguish. "Please stick it in me."

"You know what I want."

"Yes!"  Suzy howled out, "stick it in me."

Again, it took a single thrust, but this time Suzy cried out with the
pleasure of her first orgasm along with the pain.  The pain never went
away as he pumped into her shithole, but neither did the pleasure from
the man.

Finally, he began to tense a little.  Quickly, he pulled from the girl.
He spun her around and pushed her to her knees in one motion.  Suzy
grabbed at the man's penis.  She covered with it her mouth.  She again
began to suck at it, until she could feel the man tense again.

She did not fight him as he withdrew from her once again.  As a reward,
the first spurt of his seed landed in her mouth.  The others, he
directed against her nose and face and finally into her long, black
hair.

As Suzy licked the liquid off her hands and face, the man turned to her
father.  Suzy could not notice her father crying and the man did not
care.  

"This will do, Old Man.  See that a bottle is delivered tonight."

The man left the room.
