Message-ID: <1419eli$9706111509@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1419> Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Subject: <500 Five stories by Tom Bombadil From: S THOMAS BUSH <stbush@iglou.com> My Entries to Celeste's Annual Writing Contest Here's my contributions to the generally hilarious stories put forth so far. I tell you, 500 words is SHORT! Even for Saki. I found his stuff in the library. Did you know he wrote even more stories than Deirdre? With 75% still to go, my favourite so far is The Bag. Short Stories # 13-17 (Collection #2) by Tom Bombadil (c) May 1997 Watching Watching 3 A Hot Time in the Old Town An Unintentional Voyeur Double Dutch Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer. These are purely works of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As works of fiction, they do not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor do they relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. You've been warned. I give permission for anyone to archive or share these stories. ******************************************************************** ** Watching Tony ran his hands up the blonde's thighs, along her silk stockings, then across hot, tanned, naked flesh to her bare buttocks. Those soft, smooth, buttery globes of hard muscle pulsed in his hands as his mouth did wonderful and terrible things between her fleshy lips. "oh god -- oh God -- Oh GOD -- OH GOD! -- Tonyyyyyyyy!" She screamed as he brought her over into another climax, her fourth in ten minutes. Not wanting to wait another instant, he stood, bringing his rock-hard ten inch prick level with her sopping wet near-virginal cunt. The woman moaned again and clawed frantically at his thick, meaty member, desperately trying to pull him inside. Instead, he grabbed her perfect hips and slowly, ever so slowly, brought her closer and closer until he could feel the damp heat of her arousal on the head of his cock. Then, with one mighty lunge, he... "Tony? You home?" Tony blinked his eyes, then shook his head to clear it of those daydreams. Pam, his wife of twenty years, found him in the living room, staring out of the window. "Hi, dear," she said, as she walked over to her husband. After giving him a kiss, one that he returned with heat and vigour, she reached down, found him hard as a rock, and immediately felt a tingle between her own legs. "You been watching them college girls out in the park again?" His squeezing hug and the lurch in his pants told her everything she needed to know. "Which one this time?" "The blonde. She just left." "No brunette or redhead today?" she asked. He shook his head. "So tell me all about it - every last lurid detail. That is, as soon as I get you out of these clothes." She started undoing his belt while he started unbuttoning her blouse. He noticed that her nipples were already hard and pointy. Blonde, beautiful Tammy opened the door to her apartment, the one she shared with her two friends, Shelly and Margie. They were both naked in the living room and their clothes lay scattered all over the place. Margie was doing her best, using fingers, lips and tongue, to distract Shelly, who was looking through a telescope they had set up. Tammy walked over, slid one arm around Margie to play with a nipple, and slid the other around Shelly to fondle her ass. "They doin' it?" she asked. Shelly replied. "Oh yeah! Hot 'n heavy right on the living room floor! You musta put on quite the show today!" <Fin> ******************************************************************** ** Watching 3 Scene: A beach front bistro with continental aspirations in southern California. It's Friday afternoon, it's hot, and (surprise, surprise) it's sunny. The place isn't very busy, but there is a regular parade of beach patrons walking past the open patio. J: How about that one? E: The one in the pink bikini? J: No, the one behind her, the redhead. E: I see her. 20, 21 maybe, not married yet, no kids, steady stream of boyfriends. Not bad legs, nice breasts, bit too much middle. J: That's about what I thought. Nice, but not worth the effort. E: Slim pickings today for some reason. J: Yeah. The girls probably know you're here. E: More likely they saw your ugly puss and ran. J: Looked in a mirror lately? I think I saw your picture in Webster's the other day. It was right beside the word homely. E: At least I can look in a mirror without breaking it. J: My, my, my. Will you look at that. E: Jesus! Now that's worth the price of admission. J: Look at them tits! They're just begging me to bury my face in between 'em. E: And that ass! Gluteus Maximus Maximus! Pardon me, I think I'll go sit in front of her, grab two handfuls of that perfect behind, and pull. J: While you're doing that, I'll grab her ears and push her face down to crotch level. I'll bet her mouth has had lots of practice. E: Every other part of her probably has too. Now that would be something worth dying for. J: Definitely the best today. E: Anything else would be an anticlimax. J: <Sigh> Sure is nice to dream about stuff like that. One thing's for sure, Donna's gonna get lucky tonight. How about you? E: I promised Vicky I'd take her out to a dinner dance. Maybe after that, if I've still got the energy. Which reminds me, I should be going. J: Yeah, I'd better get mobile too. It certainly won't help my chances if I piss Donna off by being late for supper. E: <Picking up the bill> I guess it's my turn this week. See you at work Monday? Waiter: <He comes over, lured by their empty plates, empty beer glasses, and by memories of some decent tips.> Would you ladies care for anything else? <Fin> ******************************************************************** ** A Hot Time in the Old Town Ramone looked down into Julia's eyes. Perspiration ran down his brow, his cheeks, and his neck. His sides heaved as he sucked in deep lungfuls of much-needed air. She was just as sweaty and breathless. Their bodies were almost welded together, their lips only inches apart. "You were," he almost whispered, "as you say, magnificent." His deep, masculine voice and Spanish accent were distinct and clear in that newly silent room. "No," the raven-haired woman replied. "You were fabulous." Her voice, deep and sultry, was a perfect match to his. As was her body. Both were tall and lean, with his 6'3" muscular frame overtopping her curvaceous body by 6" - that is, when she wasn't wearing those black stiletto heels he loved so much. "I think you liked today, yes?" asked the swarthy gentleman. "Oh, Ramone, it can't get any better than this, can it? You've taken me to heights I would never have believed possible." "Senora, with the right partner, one can aspire to heaven itself. You -- you are the one who fires my passions, who ignites the flame that drives me to perform as never before. This is the first time I have felt such from any woman!" "I feel that heat every time we touch, every time you hold me in your arms. When your body is moving against mine, I never want it to end." "Si. I feel the same. Yet, we both know it must." "I know." She brushed back his hair with her fingers. "My husband is probably wondering why I'm so late again." "True. My Maria wonders the same sometimes. She asks me many questions. Does your husband ask questions?" "No, not any more. He lets me do my thing, and I let him do his." "Can he no longer bring you to life like this?" "Oh God no! He never could. And since his accident, he can barely get out of his easy chair. He is jealous of us, but he controls it well." "That is a good thing. So when next, Senora?" "Well, I've got a P.T.A. meeting Thursday, and I promised the kids we'd go out to a movie on Friday. I'm free Saturday..." "Then Saturday it shall be. Will you be ready to learn more by then?" "I'm always ready for anything you've got." "Fabulous. A few more months and you will know every move I have. And then ..." "Then we'll be ready for the National Tango Championships!" <Fin> ******************************************************************** ** An Unintentional Voyeur "Right there, yes, oh God - yes!" That was followed by half-stifled moans and squeals as Janice listened in at the partly open door. Nothing could be seen, as the bedroom and hallway were almost completely black. Having lived in that house for twenty years, she didn't need sight to walk the long hall to her bedroom, so she left the lights off. Not wanting to wake her sister, she had been silent entering the house. Then she heard the groans. Her date was a bust. Their "Weekend in the Country" turned into him pounding on his P.C. all Friday evening and most of Saturday, with no break in sight for the next day. She left him to his work in that oversized lean-to he called a cabin and went home - one day early. Finding that her younger sister wasn't alone was a bit of a surprise. Mike, her sister's boyfriend, was supposed to be out of town for the weekend, visiting relatives. She guessed that he probably got just as bored as she had. With her parents gone as well, those two would have had the whole house to themselves. That must have been irresistible, she thought. A brief, laughing squeal made her jump. "Oh, that tickles! You're naughty! No! Don't you dare stop! Get that tongue of yours back to work!" Janice could almost feel what Mike was doing in there. Those soft sounds and slight wet noises fed her overactive imagination. She knew she should leave, should give them privacy for what they were doing, but couldn't tear herself away. When the moaning stopped, replaced by short, gasping breaths, she almost had a climax herself. An impish smile formed on her face as she pictured what her sister's expression would be in the morning, when she found out someone else had returned early. The thought was almost too much, almost making her laugh out loud. Janice had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her snickering. She decided to head for her room before someone turned on a light or came out for something and made an embarrassing discovery. Just as she was turning to leave, her mouth opened in shock and she gasped out loud. Someone was laughing in her sister's bedroom. It was a feminine voice. It wasn't her sister. <Fin> ******************************************************************** ** Double Dutch Heather sat on the edge of the bathtub trying to not make any noise. Finished with her nipples, John was slowly licking his way down to her light blonde muff. "John? Heather?" "I'll be out in a minute," yelled Heather. "No rush," replied Shirley. "I'm looking for my husband. Have you seen him?" The blonde woman looked down at the man with his face in her crotch and winked. He winked back. She had to suppress a gasp as his lips captured her clit. "He's busy doing something downstairs right now." "Okay, thanks. Your husband just got back with the hot dogs and beer, so don't be too long." Shirley held on to the chair, forehead pressed against the wall. Behind her, the slurping sounds stopped as Emilio stood up. Her thick black bush was dripping with both his saliva and her arousal. His cock pressed against her lower lips, then slowly eased between them. "Emilio? Shirley?" "I'm in here, Heather," called Shirley. "Be done in a minute." "No rush. Just letting you know John's almost ready with lunch. Now I'm looking for my husband. You seen him?" "A couple of minutes ago," replied Heather. She held in an "oof!" as Emilio suddenly thrust home. "He just went in." "Okay. Do you want creamy cucumber or Italian in your salad?" Shirley turned and bared her teeth at Emilio, who started stroking into her thatch deep and hard. He grinned back. "Italian," she managed to say with only a slight quaver in her voice. "Definitely Italian." John and Emilio stood by the pool, watching their wives through the kitchen window. "Think your wife suspects?" "Nah. Heather hasn't got a clue. How 'bout yours, John?" "Are you kidding? If Shirley even had an inkling I was screwing your wife, I'd be divorced so fast..." "Even though I'm screwin' her?" "Damned right." Heather and Shirley stood side by side at the kitchen counter, cleaning up from lunch. Through the window they could see their husbands talking by the pool. "Well?" asked Heather. "Are we ever gonna tell 'em we know?" Shirley laughed, put her arm around the other woman's waist, and pulled her close. "What? And ruin the best sex either of us has had since we got married? 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