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From: taria29c@aol.com (Taria29c)
Subject: RP: Taria: Through the Looking Glass #2/2
Tara paused in her tickling for a moment to look at her victim.
"Wow--they even dress alike!", she thought, looking at the red-striped
pajama tops and bottoms that Marcia wore. Her eyes rose to Marcia's, and
she saw that the blonde woman was regarding her carefully. "Why...you
even wear the same things to bed," she was murmuring, "those oversized
t-shirts, and the boxer shorts..." Tara leaned over Marcia a little
further and looked deeply into her eyes. "Look at me," she commanded,
softly. "Can't you see? I'm really him, as much as he is me." "Yes..."
Marcia whispered, almost fearfully. "You have the same face...your
eyes...it's as if..."
Tara reached out and gently took Marcia's hand in her own, raising
it to her cheek. "Don't you see, Sweetie?" she quietly said. "It *is*
me, the one you fell in love with six years ago. The one who loves you
more than anything." A wry smile crossed Marcia's face as she lay beneath
Tara, and she narrowed her eyes. "Well, I wouldn't say that, exactly,"
she said. "There is still the small matter of THESE"--and she grabbed
Tara's breasts roughly in her hands and gave a hard squeeze--"and also the
lack of something down HERE"--and her hand zipped right under Tara's
crotch and goosed her. Tara jumped up in surprise and then sat back down,
hard. "So," she purred. "THAT's the way you want to play it, hmmmm?"
Tara leaned forward again and pinned Marcia's hands over her head,
grasping them at the wrists and holding them down. She held that position
for a moment, her head poised over Marcia's. her hair hanging down around
her face, her breasts swinging loosely in the big t-shirt until they were
positioned just above Marcia's chin and mouth. The two women locked
gazes, and Tara felt a chilling tingle run down her back as the
possibilities of the situation began to unfold within her mind. Almost
afraid to go any further, Tara turned her head to the side and risked a
quick glance at Terry and Marc, who were paying no attention to their
wives.
Terry was talking earnestly to Marc, who would not look directly
back at him. As Tara watched, Terry reached out his hand and rested it on
Marc's upper arm. Marc flinched and pulled back a little, his eyes
pointed down into his lap. "He's resisting," came a murmur from beneath
Tara, and she snapped her eyes down to see Marcia's head turned to the
side, watching as her husband reached out to her analogue. "He wants
to--I know he does. But he's too inhibited." She straightened her head
and looked deeply into Tara's eyes, until they were drowning in each
other. "Maybe we can help him through this." She smiled, a lazy,
sensuous smile, and stretched, extending her locked wrists a little
further as her back arched up. "So now you have me, Tara," she crooned.
"But whatever are you going to do with me?"
Tara's breath caught in her throat, and she felt something click
down behind her solar plexus. With a sensuous glance at Marcia she loosed
her hold on the other woman's wrists, straightened up as she sat above
her, and with one smooth motion crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt up
and over her head. Tara's breasts and hair fell free as the t-shirt
dropped to the bed behind her, and Tara raised her arms to shake out her
hair, her movement pulling her breasts back and upward just above Marcia.
Marcia gasped, and then gasped again as she watched Tara lean back, her
arms extended behind her, propping her up, her chest still thrust forward.
Without conscious thought Marcia reached up from where she lay on
her back and lightly placed her hands on Tara's exposed breasts. With a
light, feathery touch she traced their outlines with her fingertips,
running them down the sides, down around the swell of their bottom curves,
underneath until they came up inside the cleft that lay between them.
Tara sighed happily, and Marcia's hands became bolder, her palms moving to
the underside of Tara's breasts to lift them, to feel their weight and
heft, their soft solidity. Using her index fingers and thumbs, Marcia
rubbed lightly at the slightly indented nipples that lay at the center of
small pink circles. Twisting a little, stroking lightly, Marcia began to
breathe faster as she felt them harden under her touch, the nubbins
becoming erect and firm, and turning pinker as they became flushed and
engorged.
Tara moaned and leaned forward again. In an instant Marcia was on
her, her mouth opening as she moistened her parted dry lips with her
tongue. With her right hand she lifted Tara's left breast to her lips and
extended her tongue. She held Tara's breast there, the nipple millimeters
away from her lips, and made the barest flick at it with the tip of her
tongue; Tara groaned again. Smiling now, Marcia pursed her lips and blew
on the hardened nipple, a gentle stream of air that brushed it and
stimulated it. She then touched it with her tongue again, and Tara
started, as if she had felt a tiny electric shock at Marcia's touch.
Moistening her lips again, Marcia surrounded the nipple and aureole with
her lips and held it there, lightly sucking at it as she held it in a deep
kiss.
Tara's eyes were open, and she gazed hungrily at the woman at her
breast. Marcia began to tongue the breast in her mouth with firm, hard
licks, her left hand reaching underneath to fondle Tara's other breast,
rubbing it and kneading it with hard, squeezing motions. Tara's eyes
almost rolled back into her head but she managed to maintain her
composure, and as Marcia concentrated on her breasts and her arousal
mounted, Tara fumbled with her fingers at the other woman's pajama
buttons. "Dammit, I can never get these things open while you're playing
with me--you know that!" she complained. With a silvery laugh Marcia
stopped her ministrations and popped the buttons open, one by one. "You
are such a klutz sometimes," she said with affection, but she ended with a
loud intake of breath as Tara spread her pajama top open and ran her flat
palms down Marcia's sides.
As she massaged the supine woman's sides and ribs, Tara looked at
her naked torso with interest. Marcia shared Marc's broad shoulders and
narrow waist. Her breasts were smaller than Tara's but firm, the dark
nipples and aureolae larger than Marc's but still similar. Wondering just
how far the similarities extended, Tara lowered her mouth to Marcia's
breasts and licked around her right nipple in a broad circle with the flat
of her tongue. She was rewarded by a loud gasp and a moan, and she
attacked the breast harder with her mouth, using her tongue and lips, even
her teeth. Marcia arched her back and thrust her chest into Tara's face,
her hands wrapped in Tara's hair as she pulled her closer. "Oh, yes," she
cried, writhing in delight as Tara licked and sucked and nibbled at her
nipples, her breasts, her cleavage. Tara's hands joined her mouth, and
Marcia began to groan louder.
Lying atop Marcia, Tara maneuvered her body upwards until her own
breasts were rubbing up against Marcia's, their faces opposite one
another. She snuck her hands around the woman's waist and ran them up her
back--bringing another moan forth from Marcia's lips--until they were up
at Marcia's shoulders. With her arms wrapped underneath, Tara held Marcia
in a tight embrace, both woman conscious of the warm contact between their
bellies, their legs intertwining with each other, their breasts burning
where they were crushed together.
"I think I love you," Tara whispered, her lips inches away from
Marcia's. Marcia's eyes looked deep into hers and she whispered back "I
love *you*." And then their lips were touching and parting open, and they
kissed, deeply, sensuously, their tongues playing with each other and
grappling and rolling and running along the edges of their teeth. And
Marcia almost sobbed with the intensity of their passionate kiss, and Tara
almost forgot to breathe, and when they pulled apart it was with a slow,
lingering regret, and their lips remained lightly touching each other for
an endless moment.
As the kiss ended, Tara moved back up onto her knees, her hands
holding Marcia's to pull her up as well. Still holding hands, the two
women silently looked over at their husbands, Terry all flushed and
disappointed, Marc looking pinched and a little pale. With a reassuring
rub of Marcia's hand, Tara shifted herself around until she was next to
Marc, her hands moving to rub his shoulders. "Darling...Marc, look at
me." Reluctantly he raised his head, his eyes downcast like a little
boy's. "Nobody wants you to do anything you don't want to," she said in
soft, soothing tones. "I love you and only you," she said, her hands
rubbing harder as his shoulders began to lose some of their tension. She
placed her hands on his chin and turned his head toward her, planting her
lips on his for a deep kiss. It was like double heaven, she thought, as
she revisited the kiss she had just broken with Marcia a moment before.
Almost against his will, Marc's body began to respond to his
wife's touch. With careful movements she ran her hands under his pajama
top, patiently manipulating the buttons one by one until they finally
yielded to her efforts. Without giving him a chance to resist she reached
down and pulled down at his bottoms, never breaking their kiss. Marc
shifted to allow her to remove them, and Tara grinned inwardly as she
noticed that she was getting some additional help from Terry, who was
careful not to interfere with her calming efforts. Behind her Tara could
feel someone else tugging at the waistband of her boxers, and Tara finally
pulled her lips away from Marc's as she awkwardly lifted her knees to help
Marcia strip her.
The two of them were naked now, facing each other on the bed.
Looking directly into Marc's eyes, Tara said "I want to make love to you
now. Please. I need this, and I need you." She took his hand and guided
it to her breast, her belly, to the triangular thatch of dark pubic hair
in her lap. Marc extended his middle finger and rubbed down from her
waist, through her curly hair, to the top of her opening and pressed down
firmly, shocking her. Almost unconsciously Tara leaned back and spread
her knees slightly apart as she kneeled, allowing him easier access to her
sex, already warm and moist from her arousing encounter with Marcia.
Marc's eyes bore into hers with intensity as she began to breathe faster
and thrust her hips forward in tiny motions as his finger moved around her
wet opening, up to her clit. "Yes," he said, simply, and Tara lay back
before him.
Suddenly Tara saw Marc go rigid, and she saw Terry behind him on
the bed, his hand on Marc's shoulder. "No, Marc," she said in a low
voice. "It's all right, really. Don't think of him as a man, touching
you. Don't reject his touch because of who you think he is. You should
love him for that. Because he is me, he is part of us. He loves you just
as I do, can't you see?" Marc shook his head in a tight little motion,
and Tara felt all the joy and desire she had been feeling drain out of
her, replaced by a dull ache of sadness and disappointment.
Then Marcia was above her, almost atop her as she moved forward to
look directly into Marc's face. "You can't deny it, you know," she said
firmly, forcing Marc's gaze back to hers. "I know what you're thinking
and what you are doing, but holding it back is wrong!" Marc looked back
at her, a blush rising in his cheeks. "You know you feel the connection
between you two, the same way I do with Tara! He's your soul mate, just
like she is! All this--" she gestured at her body, at Marc's, "--it's
just the package. You *know* that, don't you? Just like I do! It's
what's inside that matters," she said with intensity. "And if you say you
don't feel that, I say you're lying. To me, to Tara, to Terry, and most
of all to yourself."
As Marcia finished speaking, her eyes and Marc's still locked
together, Tara touched Marc's dangling penis with the palm of her hand,
her fingers caressing his balls underneath, lifting and rubbing. "You
know she's right," Tara murmured, squeezing a little harder, and Marc's
eyes began to close, a grunt of assent coming unwillingly from deep in his
throat. "I love you and I love Marcia too. But don't you see? I only
love her because of you--my love for her is my love for you." Marc was
listening, she could see that, but he was distracted as his cock thickened
and hardened, growing erect in her hand, which she wrapped around his
shaft. "Ummmm..." she heard him moan, and then he jerked back again as he
felt Terry's hands rubbing his back.
But Tara wan't about to give up this time, and as he pulled back
she held tightly onto his cockshaft, the net result being the stimulation
of his now-hard cock. She began to stroke and pump his cock just the way
she knew he liked it, pulling the skin up and down without too much
friction, a rhythmic motion that brought a groan to his lips. She felt
his body stiffen again and knew that Terry must have touched him again,
but she increased the pressure on his cock and watched as his eyes seemed
to glaze over. That look, she thought. Where had she seen...the back rub
look! Terry must be rubbing his back! Of course! And if Marcia was
anything like Marc then Terry would know which areas to target... Marc
moaned louder, and Tara smiled, knowing that everything was all right.
Terry must've just reached the small of Marc's back, and once you reached
that you were at the point of no return.
Overstimulated, Marc lost his balance and his knee slipped off the
edge of the bed. Without missing a beat Terry pulled the other knee off
until Marc was kneeling on the carpet by the bed, his cock slipping out of
Tara's grasp. She skootched down until she too was at the edge, her legs
dangling over and her feet flat on the floor. Marcia came too, shuffling
forward on her knees until she was kneeling right next to Tara's head, and
looking intently at Marc throughout.
Marc was leaning on the bed with his arms, his eyes closed and his
attention focused on Terry's rubbing up and down his back. After a moment
he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and Marcia moved her head up close to
his, leaning forward. "He's reached your ass, hasn't he?" she said, in
hushed tones. "You can't hide that from me. You love it, you know you
do. Anytime anybody touches your asssssssssss..." The word trailed off
into a hiss, for as she leaned forward to talk to Marc, Tara reached out
with her right hand and began to caress her backside, much as Terry was
doing to Marc.
Tara fondled, her hand moving softly but firmly across the cheeks,
slapping one with a loud SMACK, and then moving down the crevice. She let
her fingertips move down between Marcia's asscheeks, playing briefly with
the opening to her anus, and then playing with the bottom of Marcia's
pussy entrance. The woman groaned and pushed her hips back, the motion
pushing her pussy opening down around Tara's fingers, which entered the
warm, wet aperture with little resistance.
Marcia reached out with her left hand to steady herself, and
placed it accidentally on Tara's pubis. With a smile she initiated her
own exploration of Tara's pubic area, tickling the dark pubic hair and
flicking at Tara's clit with her index finger. Hearing Tara's groan of
pleasure Marc opened his eyes, which widened at the sight of Marcia's
stimulation of his wife's pussy. With a grin he looked at Marcia and
hefted his penis in his hand, looking quizzical. Marcia grinned back and
pulled away from Tara, fetching every pillow on the bed and throwing some
to Marc. The two of them stuffed the pillows under Tara, who squealed as
she was buffetted back and forth in the process. "Watch it!" she yowled,
and was answered by two matching grins that made her tingle in
anticipation.
The bed was high as it is. With the additional pillows beneath
her Tara began to feel like the Princess and the Pea, sleeping on her
twenty mattresses piled up to the ceiling. "I hope you're not scared of
heights," Marcia murmured, resuming her position at Tara's side. "Not a
bit," Tara replied. "But what's the point of..." and then she gasped as
Marcia began to rub her clit harder, stroking her in circles. "Ohhhhhhh,"
Tara moaned, looking at her husband.
"She's...even...better...at...this...than...you..." The words
faded, and Tara began to emit mewing sounds. "Ummm...Ummm...Ummm," she
panted, and then she felt a jolt as Marc stood up next to her pussy at the
edge of the bed, and touched the tip of his cock to her vaginal opening as
Marcia continued to rub her clitoris. His hand around the shaft, Marc
moved the tip of his cock around Tara's entrance in a circular motion,
moistening it as Marcia parted Tara's pussy lips for him. "Ohhhhhhhhhh,"
she moaned, and then "Nooo," as Marc pulled his cock away. But Marcia
replaced the cockhead with her tongue as she licked all around Tara's
entrance, moistening and stimulating Tara's most sensitive spots.
"Oh...YES..." she panted, "I'm...gonna..." and then Marcia's tongue was
gone and Tara shouted "NOOOOOO!!!!" as she frantically thrust her pelvis
toward some stimulation that was no longer there.
"You fucking TEASES!" she howled, frustrated by the nearness of
the orgasm that had eluded her. "How could you--AAAAAH!" she screamed in
shock as Marc had moved forward and rammed his cock deep inside her all at
once, as Marcia moved away. "Oh you fuckers," she moaned, "Oh,
yes...that's it...oh baby, fuck me, c'mon, harder, now..." Marc began to
move in and out of Tara, but lethargically, ever so slowly, milking every
stroke for every moment he could. He pushed in, as deep as his cock could
go, held it for a minute, and then pulled back slowly, tortuously as Tara
tried to rock her hips, to rub her clit against his pubis. "You fucking
BASTARD," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You fucking tease."
"Oh, you know you love this," Marcia purred, "but I don't see why
you should be the only one enjoying herself." Still facing Marc, Marcia
lefted her left leg and swung it over Tara's head, which was tilted back
as Marc fucked her with deliberate slowness. Bending forward at her
waist, Marcia pushed back until her vagina was positioned just above
Tara's face, her breasts hanging down, her own face above the spot where
Marc's cock moved in and out of Tara's pussy. With a sigh she settled
herself down, lowering her pussy until she could feel Tara's nose
disappearing into her opening. Buried beneath her, Tara smiled
ecstatically and wiggled her head from side to side, the movement causing
her nose to stimulate Marcia's pussy. Marcia just pushed down harder and
Tara opened her mouth and touched Marcia's clit with her tongue, also
rubbing it with her lower lip. Incredible! she thought to herself. She
even *tastes* like Marc, but tangier!
Marcia moaned and began to move back and forth, moving her pussy
up and down with the rhythm of Tara's licking. With her own hand she
reached down to Tara's pussy, and touched the juncture where Marc's cock
was joined to her. She touched Tara's clit with her finger and was
rewarded by a sudden jump and then an intensification of the licking on
her own clit. With a smile Marcia matched Tara's rhythm, and began
circling at Tara's sensitive love-button.
Then Marc stopped moving, his cock half-buried in Tara, a frozen
look on his face. Marcia moved her face close to his, an expression of
understanding on her face. "Let him," she said to Marc. "We both know
how much you want this." Marc groaned, and Tara heard the sound of a
drawer opening and shutting. "He's lubricating you, isn't he?" Marcia
whispered seductively. "Ummmm..." Marc grunted, nervously. Then his eyes
closed and his lips parted. "He has a finger inside you," Marcia
continued, her voice a low and sexy murmur. "I know, because I've felt it
inside me. He's moving it around inside you, right?"
"Ummmmmm....hmmmmm..." Marc assented, his hips moving back and forth
slightly, the effort pushing him further inside Tara. Marcia put one hand
under Marc's chin and looked deep into his eyes. "Do it," she commanded.
"Let him make love to you. You want him inside you and he wants to make
love to you. So open wide and take him in, and let him fuck you like
you're fucking Tara...that's it...mm-hmm..."
Tara felt Marc's cock jostle about within her as he spread his
legs where he stood and bent forward. And then he cried out in pain for a
moment and began to press forward, pushed against her as Terry pushed his
cock deeper and deeper into Marc's ass. Tara felt their combined weight
pushing her back further against the bed, felt Marc's cock drive deeper
into her than ever before, filling her completely as Terry filled him.
Tara cried out, the sound muffled by Marcia's pussy on her face as she
heard Marc begin to groan, a sound of passion and intensity she had
scarcely ever heard from his lips. "I love you," she heard Terry say in
her voice, "and I love making love to you," and she could feel it as Marc
found a slow rhythm that allowed him to match his thrusts to Terry's and
fuck her as Terry fucked HIM and she tried to match that with the tempo of
her licking of Marcia and she reached her hand back and managed to insert
her index finger into Marcia's opening while she tongued her clit and then
she moistened her thumb in Marcia's pussy and slowly entered Marcia's
asshole with it and rubbed her perenium from the inside between her thumb
and forefinger and Marcia began to buck on top of her face as Tara's own
passion washed over her in waves from Terry and Marc's fucking--
* * * * *
Winnie screamed in release as the sharp painful slaps on her naked
buttocks pushed her over the limit and she screamed as she ground her
pussy into Whit's lap and his hard cock as he paddled her and she was
cumming--
* * * * *
"Almost zere--yes!! Zat's got it!!!" Doctor Heinfust shouted
ecstatically--
* * * * *
--And Whit was groaning in arousal as he rested back on his knees,
his mouth shut by the leather-and-rubber ball gag, his hands handcuffed
behind him, his body crisscrossed with the leather straps of his bonds,
and his erect cock straining outwards as Winnie slapped at it with her
hands and whipped at him with the leather strap and he knew he would cum
soon--
--And all four of them were moving together, Terry fucking Marc
from behind, his hands clutching Marc's hips, and Marc plunging in and out
of Tara's sopping pussy, and Tara fingering Marcia's holes and licking
frantically at Marcia's clitoris, and Marcia riding Tara's face with her
back arched and her hips bucking wildly, and Marcia began screaming Oh Yes
Im Cumming and Tara felt the cresting crashing waves of passion washing
over her and Terry rammed his cock deep into Marc and Marc cried out--
--And Winnie was rubbing her clit as fast and as hard as she could
and she began to whimper "Oh--I--think--I'm--cumming--again--"
--And Doctor Heinfus slammed shut the panel and punched the green
button as hard as he could--
"Now!" Winnie shouted as her hands raced
"Now!" exclaimed Doctor Heinfust, capering on the roof
"Now!" Terry expostulated as his cock erupted
"Mmmmrfffff!" groaned Whit behind the ball-gag
"Now!" yelled Marc as Terry shot into him and he exploded
"Now!!!" Marcia screamed as her body went rigid
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" Tara felt the entire universe explode around
her and her orgasm engulfed her, surrounded her, swallowed her whole and
everything that she was and everything around her burst into a million
tiny fragments and she came forever and the sensation of cumming went on
and on and then suddenly it was over and Marc collapsed on top of her
where she lay among the scattered pillows on the bed and there was no one
else in the room and they lay there with his cum dripping out of her and
the blue VCR clock blinking "12:00...12:00...12:00..." and then all was
still.
An eternity later, Tara rubbed Marc's shoulder and said, in a
small voice, "hi, honey." "Hiiiiii yourself," he drawled back
contentedly. "Ummm...could you describe what just happened?" she said,
quivering a little in the aftermath. "What do you mean?" he murmured
sleepily, and then he turned his head away and began to snore softly.
Tara wedged herself out from under her husband and blinked several
times. What *had* happened tonight, anyway? she wondered. I
can't...there was a guy, wasn't there? And a woman? Why can't I remember
what happened while we were making love?
She strained but could not recall much more, and so she got up to
look out the window at a sky that seemed filled with strange lights. But
as she watched they faded away until they were gone. "Weird..." she
muttered. "Really...weird." Tara turned back to the bed she shared with
her husband and got ready to return to sleep, knowing she would probably
be unsuccessful. As she climbed in over the recumbent form sprawled out
across much of the bed her hand made momentary contact with the Marc's
backside. "What...?" she said, startled, and she raised her hand to look
at it in the dim light of the darkened room. It was glistening with what
seemed to be male ejaculate. Tara stared at her sticky fingers in shock.
"What the HELL--???"
Three flights up, well-known star Whit Walker blinked his eyes
open. That must have been SOME night, he thought. I can barely remember
anything-- Whit tried to rub the grit out of his eyes, but his hand
refused to obey. What the-- he couldn't move! His hands were bound
behind him--his body was strapped tightly in leather bonds-- Whit tried
to shout for help, but the words came out muffled. A GAG?!? What the
hell was going *on* here?!? He looked about wildly, trying to see who had
done this to him, to plead for mercy, but no one answered. How the hell
had he managed to do this to himself without anyone else around?
"Mrrffff!" he shouted. "MRRRRRFFFFFFF!!!!!"
* * * * *
The Evil One leaned back in his La-Z-Boy leatherette chair and
sighed. "Ah well," he said urbanely. "Yet another failure, I suppose."
"You came close this time," said his chief adviser and sycophant.
"This was the closest yet."
"Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained," the Evil One
philosophically responded. "Tell me, did nothing truly come of this
campaign?"
"I wouldn't say thaaaaaat," came the response. "There was some
interesting interaction between analogues this time. Of a sexual nature,
in fact."
"Enlighten me," said the Evil One, straightening up in his seat.
"There were two actors, Dread Lord, a man and a woman, with
masochistic tendencies and some elaborate props. Only pedestrian bondage
and spanking activities, I'm afraid."
"I see." The Evil One sank lower in his seat. "Perhaps that will
do."
"No Great One, I was saving the best for last. Two analogous
couples, with oppositional gender assignment. All individuals with
healthy sexual appetites and exploratory natures, although some coaxing
was required. Their interlude together involved extensive foreplay,
emotional undercurrents, and a climactic mutual orgasm of explosive
intensity. To my way of thinking, this episode may prove to be an
enduring classic with great potential."
"Yes. Well, that will be all for now. Why don't you just...leave
me the tape of that one, and I'll get back to you about it later. Oh,
also--see that a wine cooler is sent up to my quarters. And perhaps a
gallon or so of Vaseline. Oh--and hold all my calls, would you?"
The adviser bowed his head and left the room, chuckling to
himself.
THE END
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Blame this one on several sources:
A Jean-Claude Van Damme movie called TIME COP, which my husband and I saw
(and heckled) on broadcast TV this past week;
A Christopher Stasheff SF book, THE WARLOCK UNLOCKED, about analogues;
My brother's comic-book collection, and especially a sprawling DC Comics
series from ten years ago called CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS;
A story from Phil Foglio's Adult Comic Book XXXENOPHILE, that I found in
my husband's stash of adult materials (I call it his "pornography box")
some time ago.
I hope any "Art Appreciation" fans weren't TOO disappointed, and I hope
any new readers enjoyed themselves as well. Feel free to e-mail me with
any responses at "taria29c@aol.com." or to look up my stories at Slowhand
Luke's website.
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