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WARNING FOR ADULTS ONLY - story for fun or continued round

Postby Gwyneth M905 » Thu Sep 21, 2006 8:29 pm

Ride the Wild Surf

Tawney flexed her powerful thighs, treading water as the foamy, cold surf made her nipples hard. She was waiting for the perfect set, to catch the ultimate wave. As she felt herself lifted up on the wave, and shot the curl, the ocean breezes ruffled the naturally blonde muff between her long, tanned legs.

"Surf Naked!" said Tawney to herself.

Suddenly, she heard a cry for help! Straining her blue eyes to the shore she saw a virile young man struggling to disentangle himself from the tangled cord of a pair of binoculars, which had somehow gotten so enmeshed with the cord of his Nikon zoom-lensed camera that the two cords were cutting off his circulation.

Tawney shifted her lissome body on the board and angled it in the direction of the troubled voyeur. As the last of the breaking wave hissed silken onto the sand, Tawney leapt nimbly off her surfboard and ran over to him She reached between his clawing hands to the cord that was so cruelly, so strangely, cutting off his circulation.

"Oh, my God! Get it off! Get it off me!" the young fellow shrieked at her, wild with fear. At this much closer range, Tawney could see precisely where the cords of his camera equipment were ensnared. She was without any means of cutting the cords--not that he would've appreciated her approaching him with something sharp--like a pair of scissors or a pen-knife.

Tawney's orthodontic bills bring dividends....

Luckily, Tawney's gleaming white perfect teeth (courtesy of her parents, and Dr. Stroungbill) were well equipped for this circumstance...something they didn't cover in her lifeguarding class--or on the Baywatch set....

"Don't worry", she said firmly, "I'm a professional!"

Dropping to her knees in the sand in front of the poor man, she clasped his haunches and snaking her powerfully muscular tongue between the torturing cords and his straining velvet flesh, sucked just enough slack cord into her mouth to nip through it in one bite!
The tension released and Tawney felt the young man's ass relax under her grip. She looked up, spitting out bits of nylon cord. "Hi, I'm Tawney" she said, "I'm the Lifeguard here on Wild Surf Beach." "What's your name?"....

"I'm Lance," he gasped. "What can I possibly do to repay you for saving my cock from such a horrible fate?”

Tawney considered the question and Lance's penis.

Lance meets Officer Shaft or Blow Jobs in the Sand

"POLICE! FREEZE!" yelled a deep, male voice behind her.

Tawney guiltily dropped Lance's penis, which bobbed happily in the warm sun.
Lance’s eyes were like saucers, and a sweat had broken out on his tanned, blond brow. He was looking over Tawney's shoulder in disbelief.

Behind her stood a huge man, his chisled ebony body a mass of muscle. His stun gun, baton and handcuffs hung at the waist of black leather hot pants; his badge was pinned to a leather harness, rather than a uniform shirt. Even his police cap was made of black leather. The very air around seemed to vibrate with funkadelic music and backbeats. This ominous figure lowered his shades to peer over them.

"Young lady, were you about to involve this young man in lewd and indecent exposure and acts of a sexual nature in public? "You know, I might have to give you a ticket, one of these days."

Tawney's face broke into a huge smile, and she leapt up to embrace him. "OFFICER SHAFT!!!!" she shrieked, jumping up and down. "Officer Shaft is our local Law Enforcement Officer, here on Wild Surf Beach." she said by way of explanation to Lance, who was completely bewildered, and beginning to droop a bit.

"You haven’t answered the question, Tawney." said Officer Shaft sternly.

"Oh no," said Tawney, "I was patrolling the beach --you know I surf naked--when I heard his cry for help. I paddled in and saw his penis caught between the cords on his binoculars and this camera with the huge zoom lens. If I hadn't bitten through those cords....”

"Well, in that case it makes perfect sense why you’re naked on your knees in front of a man with your tongue around his huge, engorged purple dick." said Shaft.

He turned to Lance. "Young man, I think you need to be examined by a professional. Get in the patrol car and I'll take you to Dr. Strangelove. You should come too, Tawney--I've got an extra pair of leather chaps in the trunk of the car you can wear.”

Does Kaiser Cover the Co-Pay For This?

The three clambered into the patrol car and zoomed off to the world-famous Strangelove Clinic. Upon arrival at the clinic, Lance was placed into a wheelchair, the orderlies taking extra care not to obtrude on his protruding purplish penis.

Dr. Strangelove, a vivacious redhead, emerged from her office, adjusting the buttons on her tight white mini-lab-coat.

She looked at Lance's monstrous organ and gasped, with satisfaction. "Oh yes," she said, "Oh my yes. This is the most serious case of PTSD--Post-Traumatic Swollen Dick--that I've ever seen. Not to worry, though! I'm an expert at dealing with this disorder. I need some wild yams in here STAT!”

15 New Uses for Wild Yams or Kids, Don't Try This At Home

"The wild yams contain Yohimbe, an aphrodisiac." Dr. Strangelove said to Lance, as she lubed up the next yam. "We must induce a powerful enough ejaculation or else…"

"Or else....?!?" gasped Lance.

Dr. Strangelove's eyes welled up, "I don't think you really want to know..." she said.

"We're talking Sideshow Freak..."said Officer Shaft, supporting Lance’s body with his own.

"Human jackhammer..." suggested Tawney, lowering herself onto Lance’s throbbing cock. Lance had a view of startling pink, before he felt her trained muscles grip and stroke.

"Let's just say you'd have to have your jeans custom made from here on out." agreed Dr. Strangelove. Her well-lubed fingers gently probed Lance’s tense sphincter muscles.

Tawney lowered her already dripping, swollen pink pussy onto Lance’s throbbing cock. Lance had a view of startling pink, before he felt her tight, trained muscles grip and stroke. He rammed his hips upwards and felt his cock head jammed deep inside the tall lifeguard’s cunt.

Dr. Strangelove’s well-lubed fingers gently but urgently probed and relaxed Lance’s tense sphincter muscles.

“Let yourself go, buddy” said Shaft in his ear, “I won’t let you fall. Just fuck these cunts and take it up the ass until you blow your wad.”

“Tawney!” screamed Dr. Strangelove, “We need more stimulation! Better switch to oral!”

Tawney pulled off Lance’s dick, the suction making him groan. She wrapped both hands around his by now baseball-bat-sized cock, and shoved the velvet manhead into her mouth, sucking and licking the salty sweetness. Lance’s racing heartbeat pulsed in the veins of his cock. Tawney ran her tongue up and down the shaft and kept pumping and
stroking as she stuck her tongue in his piss slit and started to vibrate it.

Lance groaned and bucked. His asshole and cock seemed to be connected by electric current, and everything felt so good it was starting to hurt. Lance felt his spunk start boiling over inside his balls. He had this insane fantasy of sticking Dr. Strangelove's head up his ass-and realized what he really needed.

"Strangelove!" he gasped "Get in front! Suck my cock! Suck my big cock!"

The good doctor immediately dropped to her knees next to Tawney and, as Tawney continued to suck the head of Lance's cock, began lavishing oral attention on thebase of Lance's skin baseball bat and his taut and straining balls. "I take the Hippocratic Oath seriously", she mumbled, her mouth full.

Sgt. Ken and the Barbie Squad or "The Dirty Dozen Do Dallas"

Standing behind Tawney and Dr. Strangelove, viewing the juxtaposition of their pert, rounded asses jutting toward him, Officer Shaft felt his nightstick rising. His mind wandered back to his army days and the virile but cruel sergeant who first taught him about anal pleasure...when suddenly, the door of the clinic burst open. In stormed a large man in Army uniform, followed by a squad of gun-toting MP's wearing identical pink chiffon baby-doll dresses and marabou-trimmed mules. Some had breasts, some had penises--some had both.

Officer Shaft looked into the face of their leader, and felt his nightstick jump up and salute the flag.
"Sarge!" he bellowed, his face breaking into a wide smile, "Sargent Ken! Man, I haven't seen you since we went upcountry on the Inchon River!"

In the midst of the two men's celebration of their reunion, which involved lots of back-slapping, manly profanity, and a deep soul kiss with plenty of tongue, Lance's own nearly forgotten orgasm boiled over.

Men are from Mars, Women are from Mars….

"Uhhh! UHHHHH! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! MOTHER! MOTHER!" screamed Lance, simultaneously shooting copious jets of semen out of his huge purple cock--and wild yams out of his ass.

The Barbie Squad members squealed and ran out of the way, or dropped to all fours and started licking the floor, depending on preference. Cum was everywhere and pink marabou feathers were flying, catching in the sticky stuff and giving everything, and
everyone they touched a festive insouciance. Only Sarge and Shaft had been behind the flow, and were relatively unscathed.

Tawney and Dr. Strangelove had switched places--so it was Strangelove who caught the most jiz in her mouth. Startled, she swallowed, as she, and Tawney were knocked backward on a veritable tsunami of spunk.

"Jesus H.-for-Henry-Christ on a Crutch!" said Sargent Ken, looking across the room. "What's wrong with her?"

Dr. Strangelove was supporting herself weakly against the wall, her eyes rolled back, her body contorting in orgasmic convulsions. Her already voluptuous form erupted through her lab coat.

"It's his semen," she gasped," when you swallow it seems to dissolve cellulite, and redistribute it; clear up your skin; whiten and brighten your teeth and freshen your breath--and --hey! I think my yeast infection has gone away!"

All the women in the room gasped, and several of the Barbie Squad members fell to their knees and began to pray.

Yeah, But Who’s Watching the Mystery Machine?

“No! He’s escaped from Area 51! It’s an alien plot to rob all the Red-Blooded Human Men of fellatio forever!” Sergeant Ken ripped off Lance’s head. Behind the rubber mask, a Lovecraftian insanity of a face waved tentacles at them. “He would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for you kids.”

There was a brief silence. “Well shit,” said Officer Shaft, ripping off his own head to reveal a similar visage, “Slap my ass and call me Yog Sogoth!”

“Yeah fuck it, you would have found out anyway,” said Tawney. She delicately lifted the hem of Dr. Strangelove’s lab coat with a tender pink tentacle.

“You’re...All Aliens?!?” screamed Sergeant Ken. “The Horror! The Horror!”
He peeked coquettishly from between his fingers. “OK, when do we start the anal probe?”

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Postby paul » Wed Sep 27, 2006 9:09 pm

Gynnie, thanks so much for this. i meant to respond awhile back, but i got side tracked.
I think it's important for folks who take the "porn arguments" sooooo seriously, to back off and realize just how silly sex and humans can be. Yes it feels good, yes, it's necessary, but as my uncle used to say, "Run it backwards and it looks like an aardvark snortin' milk."
A sense of humor is essential in all aspects of life, especially, i think, sex. I love erotic lit-trit-choor, got graphic novels and the like, but i've actually been working on a series of essays tied to 2 stories revolving around what i can only describe as Christian Erotica. I am not a xtian, nor am i particularly erotic, but these two ideas keep clashing ,a nd i've got some good stuff out of it. Reminds me of Clive Barker in some ways, how sex and death, angels and gods, demons and birth beyond death all kind of animate from us, humans. Our fear of death leading us to live on through or children, etc. Procreation. Pro-Creation.
I read that you write among other stuff, pornos as , i can't remember your phrase, "soft writing"? (no pun intended.) You also said you write for the drawer. Did you ever try to get published , or did you always know it's just a lark; something for fun? One of those "thank god i can get it out of my head so i don't start throwing biscuits at people." kinda things?
Finally, i was going to ask elsewhere: are you a journalist, i.e. someone who keeps a journal? I guess a diary would count as well.
Thoughts and reasons for asking later.
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Postby Gwyneth M905 » Wed Sep 27, 2006 9:53 pm

paul wrote:[snips]...as my uncle used to say, "Run it backwards and it looks like an aardvark snortin' milk."


(snorts coffee out of nose) ROTFPMPLOL! This is priceless! I'm going to have this image with me for...well...for a long time.... :D

paul wrote:A sense of humor is essential in all aspects of life, especially, i think, sex. I love erotic lit-trit-choor, got graphic novels and the like, but i've actually been working on a series of essays tied to 2 stories revolving around what i can only describe as Christian Erotica. I am not a xtian, nor am i particularly erotic, but these two ideas keep clashing ,a nd i've got some good stuff out of it. Reminds me of Clive Barker in some ways, how sex and death, angels and gods, demons and birth beyond death all kind of animate from us, humans. Our fear of death leading us to live on through or children, etc. Procreation. Pro-Creation.


Sounds really cool. Have you ever read any of the writings of the Gnostics? (Early xtians and Jews.) I'd recommend The Nag Hammadi Library by James M. Robinson, and The Gnostic Scriptures: A New Translation with Annotations and Introductions by Bentley Layton. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels is a classic, and/but, you get the actual texts wih the other two.

They're wild -- the original xtians had some very different ideas about sex than the later church evolved -- which is in part *why* it evolved that way. Gnostic writings speak of the "sacrament of the bedchamber" and of "love feasts". (There are also a lot of themes in common with the Ellison story "The Deathbird": G_D is evil, the snake is really Jesus the Saviour, there is a devine spark in all of us that G-D is trying to catch for H--self.

There are dramatic retellings of the Hebrew Bible, gospels where little Jesus is turning other kids into goats because they pissed him off; Jesus & Mary Magdalene sittin' in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G., Jesus selling Thomas the disciple off into slavery in India. Lots of fun stuff! And that's only the stuff that synchs with the current canon. There's the "Thunder, Perfect Mind", and the story of Ialdabaoth, the Evil God, whew!

paul wrote:[snips] Did you ever try to get published , or did you always know it's just a lark; something for fun? One of those "thank god i can get it out of my head so i don't start throwing biscuits at people." kinda things?


Yup. Bisticks. I'm in it for the Bisticks! Gotta keep throwin' em against the wall until they don't stick no more, then they're done. ;)
Glad you liked this piece, paul, thanks for the comments! :)

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Re: WARNING FOR ADULTS ONLY - story for fun or continued round

Postby alexanderthesoso » Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:16 pm

as old as this is, would it be considered in bad taste to start continuing it roundly?

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Re: WARNING FOR ADULTS ONLY - story for fun or continued round

Postby Gwyneth M905 » Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:51 am

Hi, Alexanderthesoso,
I think it's pretty much dessicated and zombified. Why don't you hop on board the four word "Shadows of Eternity"? :) Or start afresh with your a round robin of your own?
Cheers,
G.
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