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THE TAKING OF ESTHER AND MORDECAI
(A Very Kinky Jewish Love Story Set in Seattle)
(c) 1994, 1995, 1996
by <switchable-yento@affection.com>

You must be over the age of 18 to read this erotica.

 Posted with the permission of the author for one time downloading and
hard-copy printing only. Commercial reproduction or further distribution is
prohibited without written permission of the author.

 Readers are advised that writing about specific religious, sexual, or
alternative sexual activity does not necessary mean the author has
personally participated in or has an interest in such activity, yet.

 Originally written for the NW RainMakers Group of Seattle Newsletter, this
both genders being taken by a male stranger and female friend fantasy story
is written in a more female voice (erotica) in the beginning and in the male
voice (pornography) in the end. It contains the following erotic or sexual
scenes:

  adolescent memories
  anal sex
  animals (horserides)
  ass play
  aural sex
  bears (hairy men)
  behind, being taken from
  bisexual scenes
  blindfolds
  bondage
  both genders
  caressed and fondled
  clothes being ripped off
  cock and ball play
  cross-dressing
  cunnilingus
  digital sex
  dildos
  domination
  exihibitism
  exposed to others
  fellatio
  feminization of men
  finger fucking
  fucking
  gags
  gender role reversal
  golden showers
  group sex
  gym clothes
  hot wax
  humiliation
  interracial sex
  interrogation
  Jewish themes
  jockstraps
  Levi's
  lingerie
  making love
  manjuices
  forced and voluntary masturbation
  moist orifices
  obedience
  oral sex on men and women
  pantyhose
  pussy teasing
  "rape"
  religious thoughts
  restraits
  rimming
  S&M
  safer sex
  sex outside the bedroom
  shaving
  sluts (M/F)
  smelly underwear
  spanking
  stranger sex
  strip Dredel
  submission
  switching roles
  taking someone "against their will"
  tit play
  tit teasing
  toys
  underwear
  uniforms
  unpure thoughts
  U.S. History
  verbal abuse
  voyeurism
  wanting to be taken
  wanton sluts (M/F)
  washing someone else
  woman juices
  XXX movies

 The plot twists at the end.

  Comments or suggestions for change or improvement should be directed to
the writer at the author's private e-mail address:
<switchable-yento@affection.com> You are also welcome to use
www.dejanews.com to look up other postings and stories by the author by
using his e-mail address as your search pattern.


The Taking of Esther and Mordecai,
a kinky Jewish love story:

Part 1 of 5
Berishit (Hebrew for "In the Beginning") The Story of Esther

 Esther Cohen, a virgin sweated with all the other corporate slaves. Crammed
together like Gelfite fish in a small jar. Surrounded by the jelly of body
odor. Sitting or standing, the non-airconditioned #71 bus riders were
pressed together like condoms in a 12 pack waiting to be used and thrown
away by their "buyers". Enslaved to their house payments, possessions, and
debts, their faces reflected their resignation to their fate.

 Halfway through the ride, she gave up her seat to a pregnant woman and her
spinster aunt who squished together like work oxen. Friends of the family.
Thinking about a Cosmopolitan article read earlier in the day, she wondered
which one she would end up being. A single parent like her friend Ruth
worrying about non-existent child support. Married and pregnant like the
woman but with a face of unhappiness, thinking "Is this all there is?" as
she worried if her husband would whip her for being "late." A sexless
spinster like the aunt who was rumored to have had an abortion when she was
younger which was why she never married or had children. Single but involved
like her best friend Sarah Levi. Or something else, something better.
Perhaps, a merge of all of them.

 At 27, there appeared to be no likely prospects in place to marry. Or was
that a requirement, Esther wondered, her books slapping her as the bus
sharply turned left on 35 Ave. NE, in order to have a life of one's own, one
had to join with another. Couldn't one simply be alone but not alone? Choose
one's life and loves? Have a career, family, lovers, and friends? All
seasons in life?

 At her stop across from Safeway and the Wedgewood Pharmacy, she escaped
from the cattle car. Hearing the beep from the card swipe machine as she
exited. It reminded her of her the time she slaved one summer for GNA, an
insurance firm in downtown Seattle. A cardkey worn around the neck like a
badge of ownership was required to leave. Submissive around the always white
male executives. She leaped from the bus. Two steps at a time. Like a
lottery winner leaving work for the last time.

 She felt the sweat begin to disappear. Her nipples or nips as her late
mother used to call them grew erect from the Spring breeze as she strolled
the ten blocks home. Passing some teenage boys, several of whom raked her
body with their eyes and whispered barely hearable lewd comments to each
other, she walked faster, clutching her schoolbooks against her nips, barely
covering the objects of their desire still viewable from the side. Her
sexual emotions wound like a mountain road to a side pull off to a cliffside
viewpoint in reaction to the boy's comments.

 She wanted to ask them, "What are you looking at? How dare you undress me,
rape me with your eyes?" and then locking her eyes on them like a helicoptor
gunship, flash her breasts, semi-dark like olives, nipples like milk
chocolate at them, saying, "Here, want to have a good look at my boobs?
Satisfied?" until her tight, knotted nipples grew erect from the sudden
change in coverage. Then the embarrassed boys would turn away, bumping into
each other in shock, avoiding her now dominant eyes. But she didn't confront
them. Like all the other times.

 Instead, she covered them like her virginity. Looking forward to resting
her weary soul on the couch. Smelling familiar odors in the small 3 bedroom
brick house located near the Wedgewood Rock, a boulder moved by glaciers
thousands of years ago. She shared the English style house with her brother
Mordecai in Wedgewood, a Jewish enclave in Northeast Seattle. Shelter. A
place of safety.

  After a long week of classes and work, the sweat beaded up underneath her
long, worth looking at, white stocking clad legs. Artfully concealed under a
traditional, black, below the knee cotton skirt. Her innocent legs,
incarcerated in semi-pantyhose obviously invented by someone, probably a man
who enjoyed seeing women uncomfortable in warm climates were unused to
wrapping themselves around a lover's head or body. Famished eyes hid behind
sunglasses. Breasts stirred under her lacy demi-bra, pushed to the surface
like molten magma under a cooling, protective crust.

 Leg muscles ached from standing all morning like a prisoner of war as a
cashier and assistant manager at the climate-controlled University Book
Store. Esther suspected that the janitor was a little old lady who hated
young women like herself with all their life ahead of them and more chances
to do what they wanted. Whose body temperature was opposite their elderly
own.

 There had been nothing good to read, eat, or view during "break" in
Vendoland not even the Stranger. Only Cosmopolitan, a woman's soft-core porn
magazine. Several articles told her how to "get a man" by subverting her
personality and sexuality. Esther threw it in the trash after smelling the
perfume sample, Taken inside of it. The sample was the only thing of value.

 Pressing her black, medium-sized purse, the size of the box her new
vibrator came in against her upper right thigh. Esther felt the stickyness
from the unexpected heat of the 1st Spring day of the year and the eve of
Pesah. Or Passover as the Jewish feast of liberation from slavery and
(involuntary) bondage in the land of Egypt was commonly known.

 Entering an oasis, a section shaded by trees, she began to shiver again
from the shade and from accidently walking into a puddle, a mini-Mikvah
created by the falling water of a sprinker. It had been some time since she
had entered a Mikvah, a ritual bath of natural water from falling rain, a
spring, or a lake. The last time had been when she had her first period. The
next would be before her first sexual intercourse with a lover or spouse.
The now cooling late Friday afternoon air created one micro-climate to
another like the transition point from kissing to necking at the end of a
date. She wondered what the weather would be like later tonight after the
ceremony.

 The warm Mango colored evening sun, fiery and blazing like 180 Menorahs,
all 9 candles lit at the conclusion of the Chanukah festival of liberation
in Winter had begun to set on the still snow imprisoned Cascades.

 The local Seattle Times had reported a record snowfall this year. Some
local meteorologists predicted when the snow and ice finally melted that
Puget Sound rivers would be unusually torrent. Swollen like a woman breasts
waiting for a long awaited period to begin or a child to be delivered.
Change was definitely in the air, she thought.

Becoming a Woman
(The First Cup of Wine)

 Uniquely, the cool blue Paradise Ice Caves had reemergenced on Mt. Rainier
which few hikers had the opportunity to explore. Esther remembered the last
time the ice caves and late melting of the snow had occurred. It was 9
Summers ago when she had become a (Jewish) woman at age 18 rather than the
customary 12 with her Bat Mitzvah, a coming of age ceremony. Her daughter of
the covenant event was delayed. The traditional synagogue her parents
attended out of tradition would not allow women to have such ceremonies
until finally pressure forced them to submit.

 Her father, a leader in their synagogue from virtue of his name which meant
"from a priestly family" recognized her dismay at the wait and took her on a
week-long camping trip with her friends, Sarah, Leah, and Ruth. She
remembered watching the Carbon River roar past in the late evening and how
it aroused feelings that were difficult to describe at the time but were
like wanting to run with or howl with wild animals. It was the first time in
her life that she felt free to be herself.

 Instead, Esther released her feelings by going over the next day to Sarah's
house. Her now tall (5'8"), Junoesque, big-boned, blonde hair the color of
Iowa corn but cut short like a guy and sometimes mistaken for one,
green-eyed like a Mexican sacrificial pool in the Yucatan, drop-dead
gorgeous, large legged, buxom with bodacias ta-tas the size of squeezeable
grapefruit, likes-to-work-outside, pitcher on her softball team, "New Yids
on the Block", jean and T-shirt wearing best friend. They rode a barely
broken (like most of the men in our lives, she thought) horse together to
celebrate her Jewish womanhood and becoming a full member of the tribe or
MOT.

 At 5'5", Esther's full body stood in contrast. A confirmed chocaholic.
Alternating between a size 10 or 12 depending on the manufacturer. Blue eyes
the color of the sky from the top of Mr. Rainer wanting to be looked into
like a mountain pool. Rouge accenting her high Hispanic/Sefardic cheeks
desiring to be stroked, held, and looked at from across a room. Lipstick
drawing attention to her full, wanting to be kissed lips. She didn't think
she was HWP but she knew she was from watching other women's bodies on the
street, from dressing at her school gym, or from her first time at the
Mikvah. She still liked entering the women's space at the Mikvah.

 Medium shoulder length straight brown hair pulled back into a French Twist
kind of bun during the week made her look like a stern schoolmarm. Freed on
the weekend. Slightly kinky or frizzy on the edges or ends as if wishing to
be rubbed against a lover's body. More than average sized orange shaped
breasts waiting to be fondled by a lover or sucked on by a child.
Ambidextrous hands to write in her diary in any position or angle. And
baby-making, plump hips that in pants wiggled invitedly to be grabbed and
held on to during lovemaking or walking side by side.

 After the ride, they drove in Sarah's Subaru covered with bumper stickers
like "Against Abortion, Don't Have One" to go out for dinner at the Beyond
The Edge Cafe. A pretty wild place but with good food on Capital Hill.
Esther remembered thinking how the waitress addressed Sarah who had just had
a hair cut, a very short hair cut as "Sir". A year older, Sarah attended
Seattle Central Community College. Later she worked in the neighborhood
after transferring and graduating from Evergreen College in Olympia where
she would visit Esther on her regular "Dick's Runs" for a certain delicious
type of hamburger at a well-known drive-in in Seattle.

 Yet, they were frequently mistaken for a lesbian couple. Or not. Sometimes
it was sort of embarrassing. Once, a woman outside "The Easy", a woman's bar
invited the two of them in to join her arriving short-haired, masculine and
feminine looking friends. Later, after drinks and giving Esther the
once-over with her hungry eyes, come-fuck-me smile, the same woman, tanned
tits falling out of her halter top with pink and blue button above her right
breast, a tattoo of a two nude women riding a horse, eyes praying to the
sky, mouths in orgasm above her left upper arm, spreadable thighs showing
underneath her teeny-tiny cut-off shorts, long raven hair wanting, waiting
to be caressed, tried to get Esther's phone number.

 Esther declined, finding the experience flattering but had strange dreams
that night of the women from the bar holding her down with their ripped
t-shirts, "we fuck to come, not to conceive" and gang banging her with
strap-on-the-thigh dildos while she wore a t-shirt she had seen at the
Broadway Market which read, "Sometimes you feel like a slut, sometimes you
don't." The second sentence was in slightly smaller type.

 Other times they got better service. Coming from a community where men and
women did not always hang out together except when dating for marriage,
Esther thought nothing of the fact that a bar would be 90% female, many of
whom would hold hands and sit close together. She enjoyed it, protected by
the friendship with Sarah who explained that she knew many of the regulars
from school although "some want to engage in a committment ceremony as if
imitating the breeders. I call it "mad vow disease." Esther was privately
bothered and pleased that rumors had floated around that she and Sarah were
lovers. At first, the rumors had bothered her. Now, she defiantly held
Sarah's hand publicly in places other than Capital Hill.

The Horse Ride
(The Second Cup of Wine)

 Thinking back to the barely broken horse ride, she remembered feeling
Sarah's back pressed against her swollen breasts while friend's 540 behind
spread her legs semi-wide. Opening them, her tailbone semi-pushed up against
Esther's swollen clit. Aroused from all the up and down motion from the
bouncing ride.

 Her arms rested underneath Sarah's pleasantly sensually plump bouncing like
jello breasts prominent enough to have their own zip code. Protecting them
from gravity while she held on for dear life. Sometimes when they jumped,
Esther would grab her friend's tits like a lover would and feel Sarah lean
back hard in response. Feeling slowly rising nipples through the soft cotton
fabric as she held on in fright. Sarah liked to ride hard.

 It was Esther's first horse ride, every teenage girl's fantasy as they rode
through the dark cooling evergreen woods in the late Summer afternoon
talking about princes that would one day come to rescue them while acting
out the stories of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty.

 Sarah always liked to play the role of the prince, holding Esther in her
arms, playing with her soft, brown, barely kinky hair, their breasts
mutually pressing, as she "awokened" her with a passionate and probing
magnetic kiss in the treehouse. Sometimes too passionate, Esther thought,
thinking of the one time they necked like crazed sluts. Their tongues danced
together, fighting for control, probing, trying new paths to the top of the
mountain. Nipples erect from the sexual heat and friction. Wetness
noticeable like fresh perfume. Hands disappearing beneath denim like hidden
rivers. Shouting in pleasure like praying. But enjoying the opportunity to
gain the experience of kissing. Their culture did not encourage dating
across species without the intent of the m-word (marriage).

 At one jump across a swollen Spring creek, she struggled to stay on after
the explosion of first pleasure occurred. Realizing that this is what an
orgasm felt like, Esther felt her breathing grow heavy. Sarah said nothing
even when Esther pinched her engorged nipples in pleasure and fright. Each
screamed in animal delight from their love buttons being massaged or pressed
hard against the horse's back and the inside of the Levis or dress by
gravity. Both noticed how their chests were flush red like Borscht soup with
an extra helping of sour cream afterwards like a naughty schoolgirl's
spanked, humiliated bottom.

 Holding hands after the ride, as they walked to her parents car, Esther
realized the incident had cemented their friendship. They had remained best
friends since. Although sometimes, Sarah gave her a funny look once in a
while. Like when they did their weekly Shabbot, Friday evening which began
the Jewish Sabbath sleep over, snuggling in her double bed, as if
remembering it and wanting something else.

 This year, Passover began on the evening or conclusion of Spring solstice.
Each Passover, she remembered, she discovered something new about herself
and her friends. Last year, she had discovered she could remain religious
and yet be a feminist. Two  years ago she had gotten up the courage to buy
and use a silicone dual vibrator from Babes in Toyland. Realizing that she
didn't care if her mother found it if she got run over by a bus, she'd be
dead and then, why would she care? Three years ago, she started going to
more liberal but traditional in prayer synagogues and sleeping nude at
night.

 Several years before that, she taught herself how to masturbate using the
falling warm stream of the faucet, imagining the thrusting water was a
genderless lover's tongue or appendange, her moans and body shivers hidden
by the sound of the mini-waterfall. She still masturbated regularly, at
least once a week, usually on Shabbot. Recently, it had become more often,
on Mondays and Thursday when the Torah was read in her new Synagogue. I
guess that makes me a religious slut, Esther thought touching her lips
together. Looking forward to taking a long, hot bath before the Seder.
Feeling the slickness of the water like personal lubrication from the bath
beads. The water running against her clit. Shivering with pleasure.

 Nine years ago, the number of candles in a Menorah, a religious object used
to commemorate Chanukah, another liberation ceremony celebrating personal
religious victory against the Greeks who were intent on supressing the
Jewish religion and culture, she stood up to her community. Like Judas
Maccabee, Esther demanded a coming of age ceremony, her personal religious
freedom and got it. She wondered what this year would bring in a form of
liberation or awareness. Each Passover was like a candle in the Menorah.

 Wondering as she passed by some budding fresh Lilacs and Spring flowers, as
if it meant anything that as Spring Solstice ended, Passover began, Esther
remembered that Sarah, had remarked that some Pagan traditions such as the
Druids would call for a virgin sacrifice. She shuddered, feeling a slight
moistness developing inside her. Remembering the dampness and coolness of a
melting Carbon River ice cave 9 years ago. Esther knew that at age 27, she
was eligible to be a female version of Isaac.

 For protection, she cradled her textbooks against her long-sleeved white
peasant blouse from Mexico, open a daring 2 buttons. Her lacy white push-up
Patricia demi-bra with low plunge front from Victoria's Secret. It was a
present from her late mother. Contained her erect 38C nipples, provided
dramatic decollete when dressing or undressing, and made her feel naughty,
slutty, tarty, wicked, or like a tramp when she wore them. The special bra
and matching panties were only to be worn on Shabbot or for someone special.
But, hunting in the twilight of morning, she had put it on by mistake today.

 The demi-bra like her sexual inexperience was barely visible through the
blouse. Her nipples, nips, as her late mother used to call them, pushed
outward against the soft but confining fabric like societal mores. Like a
political prisoner straining to look at the sky after days of solitary
confinement, they wanted to be freed.

 Her nipples, weathered like driftwood were like slowly erupting undersea
volcanos viewed from the surface of the calm sea. Yet, today they were
trying to escape from the changing temperature around her. She wanted to get
home and change into something more comfortable than corporate vassal
clothes.

 Esther unlocked the front door and touched the Mezuzah. It was a Jewish
religious symbol required to be placed on the doorposts. In accordance with
tradition, her late father had installed it 6.66 years ago today when their
family had moved in. Later, he had restarted the tradition of blessing her
and Mordecai around the Shabbot table.

 After touching the Mezuzah, she immediately kissed her sweaty, musky,
salty-like-her-breasts fingers. Her third finger was naked and unwrapped.
Touching the ornament was required by Halaka: Jewish Law. The smell made her
remember how she had started to rub against herself while sitting, bored, on
the ride underneath her books. Lowering her hand in surrender, Esther
stepped through the suddenly lit doorway from the setting sun. Leaving from
the profane world. Entering the sacred. For Jews, the house was a place of
worship.

 Esther wondered why Mordecai wasn't home yet. His car, a Nova was still
parked on the street covered with bumper stickers reading Bob Dole for
President campaign and the NRA one "if guns are outlawed, only outlaws will
have guns". She remembered the time she and Sarah went down to Mexico
together. How the mechanic laughed when they brought the car in when the
starter failed. Hearing him explain that the car's name was appropriate.
"Nova" in Spanish meant "won't go or run".

 Equally funny was how she would tell everyone, "Yo no hablo Espanol. Yo muy
emberazda." She thought she was saying she couldn't speak Spanish because
she was very "embarrassed." Only after a friend in Cancun asked her what
being pregnant had to do with speaking Spanish did she realize, face
blushing the brightest red like a insubordinate schoolboy's paddled ass
Sarah had ever seen that she had turned to the wrong page in the guidebook.
She still turned a little red in the face remembering the incident. It had
been a fun vacation and Sarah still teased her about it.

 Stepping on some letters, she realized the mail had not been picked up.
Unlike other Fridays, no lights were turned on in the living room. The
golden yellow drapes were still drawn concealing the windows the way her
nightgown would conceal her body from him later that evening. With the
Jewish Sabbath approaching, it was expected to not switch on or off lights
after sundown as one did not "work".

 She knew from past experience this previous Winter how much of a hassle it
could be if one did not prepare properly for the holiday. It was like going
out for an evening with your friends knowing that your period was going to
start and not carrying an extra tampon or panty shield. A big hassle if one
took one's ritual obligations seriously. Like most serious Jews, she did.

 Fortunately tonight, both of them were expected at Rabbi Smindski to meet
some potential matches. Felony Smindski, as Sarah would quip in reference to
his conviction for money laundering in the late 80's. Thus, she and Mordecai
didn't have to make Passover dinner. Correction, she signed, her shoulders
relaxing, ruby lips grimacing, she didn't have to make dinner, as usual.

 Hopefully, this time the selections of potential mates might include
someone more open-minded about key issues in her life. Such as men and
women's roles. Her working on a college degree half time and wanting a real
career. Hopefully, she signed, he would be cute. Willing to either play with
her or relieve her of her virginity. And not hold such activity against her.
Perhaps, she thought, I could find a woman in a man's body. With women, you
didn't have to explain so much.

 Thinking about what to wear, she decided to take Sarah's suggestion from
last night's phone conversation to wear her late mother's favorite Albert
Nipon dress. It was virginal white with a plunging bodice to accent her
boobs. A firm back to show off her shoulders. Surrounded by lace all around.
Hugging her plump hips and coming to about a semi-modest three inches above
the knee. The dress displayed her best physical assets (body, legs, breasts,
face, and ass). Hopefully, it would attract (Jewish) men like honey so she
could impress them with her mind. And make them realize, they could have the
best of both worlds. Well, maybe, she thought.

 The dress required a constant battle with the bulge. Esther usually was
able to remain a size 10 or 12. Always feeling "fat", even if she had to
always be on "Our Lady of Our Perpetual Diet" like most of her women
friends. Guys never have this (weight) problem, she thought, they never have
little fat cells that are out to get you as she felt her remaining baby fat
push against the bottom of her blouse like a small child daring their
parents. And daring to wear the wedding like dress would be a good way to
screen out those who were prudish or excessively traditional and unbalanced
in their lives.

 Her mother once said with a smile that the dress was part of Nipon's
"Convicted Felon" series after the designer was convicted of tax evasion in
the late 80's. It was also her late father's favorite as well. She
remembered the many times she would hear your parents door, usually left
open would shut on Friday night, the eve of the Jewish Sabbath which ran
from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday. Hearing soft moans slowly escape
their bedroom door. Jews were obligated to make love on the Sabbath.

 She found it strange that two people, first cousins even could agree to an
arranged marriage haven't never met each other before and yet, somehow still
find love. Esther wondered when her ship would come in. Perhaps the old ways
had some validity. If it worked, it was certainly easier. She and Sarah had
discussed this latter issue on a number of times but had come up with no
answers.

 It seemed that her mother frequently wore the dress, like the hooker on a
certain Aurora Ave. N. street corner she would take to Sarah's house. Always
the same lucky dress. Always the same men picking her up. Once after too
much wine per custom on Purim (another holiday celebrating victory via their
namesakes over those who would oppress or enslave them), her mother admitted
to her that her father knew how to please a woman by putting her pleasure
first even when she was on her period and not to forget it when she (Esther)
finally became involved with someone special.

 Maybe, she thought thinking about prospective mates, I'll even be able to
talk to him about my wanting to be taken and in control fantasies, my
feelings about Sarah, and the subsequent fantasies she had following Purim
several years ago. It was interesting to note that Purim was a story of how
Jews were liberated in Persia several thousand years ago by Esther and
Mordecai, a daring woman and her uncle.

 The fantasies were fueled by reading her sibling's Penthouse after the
ceremony. She and Sarah had compared it to Playboy. Both wondered if either
of them had the body to appear in one or the other. Esther though Sarah had
a more Playboy body. Sarah said Esther was a Penthouse Pet type.

 One pictorial contained two women, one of whom looked like a little bit
like Sarah and a man who resembled her best friend's current boyfriend,
Abraham Goldstein. The other showed a woman entertaining two men, one at
each end. Both scenes slowly aroused her. She wondered about the latter
scene. The copy stated the men had flipped a coin to decide who would get
"which end." Thinking of the coin rotating in the air after the flick of a
thumb. Like her intimate thoughts or her clit held between her fingers and
clit rubbed by her thumb. She could hear them say, "Top or Bottom?"

 Shortly thereafter, as Sarah laid next to her, breasts heaving in sleep,
breath nipping her neck, Esther quietly masturbated. Caressing her breasts,
little islands rising from a volcanic sea. Pinching her nipples until they
looked like hard granite mountains waiting to be conquered. Placing her
clit, her wet little dick between her first two fingers, turning her petite
cock into a tongue probing her controlling musky fingers.

 Trying to stroke and control her feelings like a dam controlling a rapidly
flooding river in a narrow canyon. Stroking and probing her rosebud asshole
with the third as if digging for a spring, waiting for waters of pleasure to
gush forth or being a butthole surfer. Touching her tongue to her full,
unused lips. Conceiving mentally something wet or moist-dry, circular or
long, small or big, or an opened or closed rosebud being plunged into or
probed by her virgin mouth.

 Or was it something totally different, she wondered, as she awoke the next
day with Sarah pressed hard against her. The way her mother would press
herself against her father. Capturing him. Their legs wrapped around each
other like a wedding ring. White down comforter covering them both like a
chuppah, the formal wedding canopy held above the participants during the
Jewish wedding ceremony.

 Finding the next morning their respective glasses of wine from the night
before were broken. Remembering that drinking wine and breaking a wine glass
is part of the wedding ceremony. Neither remembering stepping on the glasses
during the middle of the night as if to seal something special between them.

 Then Esther remembered the third pictorial. Actually it looked like porno
from the bad 4 color process. It had fallen out of the magazine showing an
image of a blindfolded and gagged woman restrained, arms held behind her, as
the woman was forced to service members of both genders. The caption said
her cross-dressed and hog-tied male partner was "forced to watch" and later
participate with both genders.

 One woman used a condom covered strap-on, an artificial phallus. First on
the begging man. Then the female rapist changed condoms and switched
plunging it deep into the victim's mouth, pussy, and finishing in the
squirming, clenching honey dew covered woman's ass. The woman's face
reflected her "delight and surprise". The victim's pussy also looked
engorged and swollen from all the leg pumping.

 Both the victim's mouth and lips above and below were open as if wanting
more. Esther had wondered if that was what she looked like when she had an
orgasm when she masturbated late at night. Eyes wide open. Pupils dilated
widely like post eye doctors appointment. Mouth forming a silent "O". Body
twitching several times as if having seizures. Legs becoming straight when
the pleasure hit her sexual soul like a Kansas tornado sweeping emotions and
reason aside.

 The man also invaded the helpless victim in many ways. Verbally by calling
her "baby". Caressing her bottom before roughtly pulling her plaid skirt up
and yanking her new silk underwear down to her ankles. Giving her a spanking
when she then tried to escape, making her count the strokes and beginning
again when she lost count, which was often. Allowing each strike to chasten
her. Submitting to his hand, everywhere. The victim's fanny was blushing at
the end. So were her clit lips.

 Esther thought of the numerous times she had been spanked as a disobedient
child. Feeling her naughty bottom grow warm and sting like fallen hail in
memory. Now, she understood, why Emmah, her late mother got married at 16.
Esther continue to play with her bra straps. Feeling the arousal and wetness
grow. Between her imprisoned breasts. Under her musky armpits. Between her
sweating thighs. Inside her naive mind.

 She didn't like sharing a home with her younger brother. Although he was
cute, a year and a half difference between them, short (5'6") like most
Jewish men, with jet black eyes, a baby face with a mustache with streaks of
white to make him appear older than he was, dark black receding hair crying
out to run one's hands through, and usually wore button-down shirts and
dress pants from Nordstrom for his CPA job.

 Unfortunately, like some men, he left the seat up, didn't put the cap back
on or squeeze the toothpaste tube from the bottom, expected her to wait on
him hand and foot, be nice to his Shiksa (non-Jewish) girlfriends, and to do
all the cooking and cleaning. Like I'm his wife, she thought in disgust.

 Last week, she learned from Sarah's boyfriend, Abraham, how he had driven
away several of her dates. Interrogating them. Losing messages. Making them
feel uncomfortable on the phone or in person when they came over to pick her
up. Thus, few called her back for a second, much less a third date. And word
got out among the single men in her age range in the community that she was
a bitch, difficult, not HWP, a feminist, a slut, and had a crazy brother to
boot. She had only had one real date in over 2 years.

Moses

 That one, Moses Rousso who she had met at on a religious weekend at
Sephardic Bikur Holim, a Ladino or Spanish-speaking synagogue in Seward Park
(or Synagogue Park as he quipped since there were 3 synagogues within
walking distance to choose from) seemed to be the most likely prospect. She
had noticed him out of all the other men because of the business casual and
independent way he dressed in the more formal and conforming world of
restraining white shirts, sweaty woolen suits, and ties.

 Noticing him fingering, playing with his gray and brown chest hair sticking
out of his Ralph Lauren heather gray Polo shirt the way she would play with
her pussy hair when she masturbated, then moving up to his mustache which
made him into a Peter Sellers double, wondering if he worked out from
looking at his rounded shoulders, semi-trying to avoid his brown eyes which
kept on glancing her way and were hidden behind conservative round glasses
on a head of frizzy brown hair graying slightly at the temples, and with a
face light milk chocolate colored (typical for many Sephardim) that he never
had to use suntan lotion.

 Esther wondered who he was and was surprised at herself when she went over
and introduced herself. Equally pleased, he told her as he kissed her hand
SCA style warming her cool emotions with his lips that he remembered her
(with his wife) from being the first woman to have a Bat Mitzvah at her
synagogue and the D'var Torah (lecture) of how the laws of Nidah (family
"purity") which restricted women's participation in religious affairs or to
make love because of when they were menstruating were wrong.

 The Rabbi and many members squirmed in their seats like arrogant schoolboys
waiting for a spanking or caning as she delivered her sexual twister of the
D'Var Torah. "We're not in Brooklyn anymore." One remarked. Uncomfortable as
she argued that the true intent of these rules was not to restrict women but
to force men and women to communicate nonsexually as she thought of the one
time each month her parents really seemed to merge around was every 28 days.

 After services, they had gone out that Saturday night after darkness set
for vegetarian food at the Bamboo Garden, a kosher Chinese place on Queen
Anne in Seattle that was popular among the Orthodox crowd. And pretty good
according to recent Seattle Times and P-I reviews. Watchful eyes and
clacking tongues observed the "girl with wild ideas, probably goes to the
Catwalk" and "the dark-haired widowed one" share spicy food together,
sitting side by side.

 She enjoyed his discreet glances at her body while his cologne, Xerysus
hung around him like a spider's web. She remarked how his cologne was named
after a famous Greek who defeated the Persians with only a handful of
warriors. "Yes," he said. "Sometimes, you have to take a chance to control
your life." Later, he told her about a mystery short story he was working on
"The Top Who Wouldn't Wear Black." Esther didn't understand some of his
terminology and said nothing wanting him to think she was naive and
innocent. In reality, he was the first man who had really paid attention to
her and she didn't want to muck it up. Not even her usual strongly held
fears of getting pregnant and having to deal with getting an abortion would
get in the way this time.

 While she liked Moses, she didn't like his wanting to use Entertainment
coupons and dutch treat on their dates. Esther enjoyed the character of his
company. Unlike the last boy. "A good catch," her mother said. "For whom?"
Esther tartly replied in boredum. "You and Abba (dad) ?" The boy was
interested in marrying her but didn't turn her on. A typical Jewish computer
sexless nerd working at Microserf. Big thick black glasses, a Ph.D., and no
concept of how to dress. Anyone who wore a t-shirt under his pocket
protected K-Mart dress shirt was no man.

 Yet, it was nice to be wanted, treated special by being paid for, she
explained to Moses. Yet after he pointed out the importance of her having
something at stake as well, she reluctantly agreed after remembering past
dates. It was nice to not go out with someone who thought if he paid for you
that he owned your body as well. He was certainly different than most of her
past dates. She could certainly relax with him, like a woman friend, and
knew the relationship could go further. If they both wanted it. She knew she
did.

 She liked how Moses was funny, understood weight issues from going to
Weight Watchers with his late wife (but losing 50 pounds himself while she
only lost 20), a law school alumnus, and listed in Who's Who. He described
himself as "permanently 39+1, vertically challenged, not a sports on TV
watcher ("So you'll never be a sports widow"), a libraryaholic", about the
same height and weight to be non-threatening, and battled a manic-depressive
condition.

 She wasn't sure about the latter. Several times on late night dates, he
pulled out little pink and white pills to take. Thus, she knew he did
something about his 10 year old condition like a diabetic injecting
themselves with insulin. And observed how he doesn't only tell me the good
stuff about him but negative as well. It was a refreshing change from an
earlier date who tried to impress her (into bed) by saying he owned an Inc.
(magazine) 500 company but didn't. And paid for every meal like a
chickenhawk.

 She discovered that she could feel safe enough to talk to him about
everything including a molestation by an uncle several years before coupled
with his telling her how and earlier girlfriend tried to get pregnant by
turning a condom inside out making him distrust women for a while, doubts
about "the deity", religious issues, non-religious questions, male and
female issues, weight issues, and wondering if she would always be the
lonely female (Maytag) repairman.

 It appeared that Moses would actually listen to her opinion. He was honest
(telling her both positive and negative things about himself), sensitive
(aware of feminist issues), comfortably religious and not fanatical like
herself (by being willing to eat out), and trustworthy (never was late or
lied to her). She wondered if these qualities were from being married before
only to loose his wife in his arms after a Katuysha (rocket) attack in
Kiryot Shemona.

 They were celebrating the birth of their first child while vacationing in
Israel a few years ago. She remembered seeing his picture on the front page
of the local Jewish Transcript, tears streaming down his tanned face,
drenched to his forearms like a soldier or surgeon in her blood, cradling
her jet-black hair as her puffy eyes glazed over.

 Speaking of the incident once, he told Esther how it was the saddest day in
his life when he murmured the "Shema", the basic Jewish prayer stating that
god/goddess is one and eternal over the breathless, shieldless body of his
beloved in accordance with tradition. And how he found himself trying to
remember what she looked like, felt, smelled. "It wasn't supposed to be that
way, was it?" he asked her.

 The guilt showed on his face when he said they were supposed to go to a new
coffeehouse his uncle had opened up but he ran late because of a "business
call" so Akia (New Age) went ahead with their new daughter, Hannah named
after a partisan killed by the Nazis in the war. Moses didn't tell Esther
that the "business call" was really a call from former girlfriend who like
to masturbate hearing his voice. So did he.

 Hearing the "whoose" above him, Moses got there just as the rocket landed
only to be thrown backward by the explosion. Feeling a sharp pain in his
left leg. Noticing blood running out of an open circular wound on the inside
of his knee. Fighting his way through dense clouds of dust created by the
intruder. Eardrums ringing from the crack of the whip sound. He found Hannah
miraculously unharmed, lying on a upright chair, crying from the loud noise.
Akia's head slumped like a napping student, surrounded by a pool of blood on
top of the shredded coffee table. Her arms hung loosely by her sides,
unrestrained, waiting to be taken. A puddle of urine laid under her chair.

 Then rushing over, Moses held Akia like the prince in Sleeping Beauty.
Blood began to coat his white shirt. Her eyes dreamily semi-closed as he
whispered franticly, repeatedly for her to wake up. Lips impotently
touching. His eyes clouded by dust and tears realizing what had happened.
Trying to stop the blood. Futilely pressing his hand against the wound.
Seeing the lifeforce seep through his fingers like sand from the Tel Aviv
beach the day before. The open wound, a new pussy on her neck, slowly stops
pulsating like his member the night before when they had made love, quietly
to not awaken Hannah, then 7 days old. Now there is only the death rattle, a
long, gurgling expiration as her eyes begin to fix.

 Feeling the mental and physical boner for the last time as he smelled her,
always covered breasts crushed tight against his semi-open shirt from the
hot day, skirt billowing in the desert wind, remembering her from the night
before, from their first date when she applied Vivid to entice his interest.
And later smelling the pungent odor of her armpits when she wrapped her arms
around his neck in desire.

 The gem-rich colored blood collected her, on his shirt like the spilled cum
in her mouth the evening before, dripped by the force of gravity through her
breasts, now his fingers and chest like time or lost opportunities then
falling slowly to fertilize the earth below, creating its own "wet spot."

 Akia's mouth was open the way she would smile after making love or as if
ready to drink the remainder of her spilled favorite demitasse cup of dark
Turkish coffee or like the blow job she had given the night before. Next to
her, a croissant half laid overturned on its side surrounded by the remains
of her half of scrambled eggs covered with tabasco sauce, her favorite
spice.

 A copy of a Japanese language newspaper from their layover in Japan laid at
her feet. Torn to shreds from the force of the sudden explosion in the
coffeehouse. Just as the internment had changed her family's life 50 years
ago, the missile pierced Moses's life and soul and changed it forever. He
was never the same. Now he had a barometer in his leg. Limply slightly when
pushed to his physical limits.

 Now, Moses wondered where was the almighty in all of this. "Where were
you?" He wanted to shout out, "You worthless old fart."  Wondering if things
would have turned out differently if he had been on time, hadn't hidden his
secret from Akia by lying to her. She probably would of stayed around to
listen in, her hand between her legs, child suckling at her breast, giving
him quite a show. Or would they both be alive, dead leaving Hannah an
orphan, or all three dead? Yet remembering that Hannah escaped like Esther's
grandparents during WWII.

 Sometimes, Moses thought later, life was unfair or a crap shoot, like a new
movie, restaurant, love, looking for work, or a place to live. Or was it
punishment for being different--for wanting to bring Hannah in a for a
"female bris" now that she was 8 days old?. Part of her hymen would be
"knicked", the first of its kind in Israel. Many of his Orthodox relatives
had warned him of divine punishment for going against "God's Law" which
reserved a bris for male babies only.

 The daughter of a "No-No-Boy", Akia had converted through a friendly
Orthodox Rabbi before meeting Moses while working on his kibbutz. Strange
Esther thought how one would live and one would die. It reminded her of the
stories her grandfather would tell of his experiences during the war. How he
and 3 friends survived out of all the members of their village in Poland
because they were in the right place at the right time and made a decision
to share whatever food, water, and shelter they had with each other. How her
grandmother survived by hiding in a convent with her twin sister and
pretending to be Catholic.

 She still laughed when her grandmother, now in Kline Gallard nursing home
would tell her how confused she was when she had to quickly learn about
Catholicism. Ritually eating flesh and blood. Worshiping a man who like a
voodoo zombie rose from the dead. Speaking strange tongues as part of their
service. Not eating certain foods (on Fridays). It was a matter of
perspective, Esther thought. Traditional Jews could be seen the same way.
Wearing strange black clother, eating certain foods, standing to pray, only
making love on certain days. Very kinky.

 Sarah had told her after their 6th date, that the woman's grapevine
believed that Hannah needed a mother and Moses a wife. But something is
bothering him. He rarely goes out with anyone more than 6 times, the number
of days before the Sabbath arrives as if he's afraid of something, perhaps
guilt over his wife's death. But what's there to feel guilty over. Or has a
deep dark secret. Esther couldn't figure it out either but knew he was
sensitive and trustworthy.

 Once when her period had started a day early, she discovered no tampons in
her purse while on a Sunday afternoon drive on his motorcycle, feeling his
buttocks pressed against straining thighs, back leaning into her yielding
but firm breasts the size of a plate of moussaka, while her fingers played
with his chest hair through the open shirt as he dominated the Harley,
daring gravity as they took sharp curves to go hiking on Mt. Si. Explaining
why she needed to go back to town, he laughed and pulled out one each of
panty shields, kotex, and tampons from a side compartment.

 "It's happened before," he said, "so I like to be prepared. Besides, its a
common courtesy. What do you need?" Sarah had wondered after that experience
if he was really male. Esther was grateful they were able to hike that day
to the view from the top, like the view she remembered from Mt. Sinai (where
the 10 commandments and more were given to her people) from an earlier trip
to Israel and Egypt with her uncle, a travel agent.

 The other time, after a particular torrid necking session in the woods,
feeling his hands caressing her silk (she always like to wear nice, silk
undergarments on special dates or on Shabbot, the Jewish day of rest) panty
protected white cheeks pressed against the moss, her naked jutting tits
inside the blouse tried to stab his naked furry chest, his covered thigh
rubbing against her hidden love button while he nibbled and fondled her tits
until she felt the first rays of orgasmic sunlight hit her body. She begged
him to make love to her telling him how she felt like a slut and hearing him
say "Better you act like one." Pleading him to put out the fire, the burning
bush within her. But to her surprise, he demurred.

 Stating that while it was tempting, Moses commented, "I won't make love to
you just because you're turned on. A deal is a deal (to only neck)."
Stroking his chin like a prophet or wise man of old, lying together under
the old growth cedar, resting on a bed of moss, off an old Native American
trail used hundreds of years ago to escape from the seasons in Mt. Rainier
National Park, he reminded Esther that their negotiated agreement (one of
the few times any date had asked her what she wanted or gave her choices in
what could happen) earlier that day only allowed for necking not
love-making. If she wanted to make love, she would have to plan to wait
until next time, citing his own moral code to not fool around with someone
just because they got turned on.

 "Either you know what you want or you don't from day one. That's part of
our history. God didn't choose us (to receive the Ten Commandments and
more), we did the deciding. And I want you to do the deciding, in a clear
and open, unaroused mind, regarding what you want with me."

 "Besides, love, neither of us has any condoms or any additional protection
for you to prevent pregnancy. I have no intention of bringing any unwanted
biological offspring into this world until our relationship is solid. Let me
know when you decide and what you want," he had whispered to her afterwards,
"and then I'll make love to you or do whatever you want, even spank you."
The last words aroused Esther even more yet scared her. Spanking? What else
about him hadn't he told her? Yet, the thought of feeling the air sing from
his hand descending on her ass excited her in a strange way.

 Sarah had commented after the second incident that Moses might be queer.
"What man would say no to you?", she remarked. "Besides, an erection's a
terrible thing to waste." Yet, privately, both were impressed with his
self-control and wondered if older men (10 years +) were a better choice.

 Shocked and pleased from his offer to make love and spank her, Esther
continued to rub her hands and body against his meaty thighs, thunder
thighs, huge like a giant dildo, feeling him pulsate and later grow wet
against her stomach, thinking of next time, how he would spank her for being
so naughty, so slutty. First giving her a panty warming OTK, over the knee,
then maybe giving her a wedgie by pulling her silk (lucky) scalloped bikini
brief matching panties up forcefully. Later pulling them down, feeling his
hands making first contact with her bare bottom, wiggling obediently, and
raising her hungry little bottom into the air when she felt his hand was to
about to descend to make better contact. Maybe afterwards, he would order
her the way "daddy" did to do "corner time", sit in a corner rubbing her
rosy exposed ass, thinking of her naughty behavior, and how she would do it
again and again to be punished for being a saucy brat.

 The other hand played with her tits and pulsating clit, gently probing her
tight virgin opening, feeling her begin to lubricate, touching her sticky,
fragrant cunt juices which he later tasted in front of her, pleasing her,
whispering soft erotica to her, fucking her mouth with his fingers, telling
her how he was going to spread her legs like the Red Sea and then jump in
for the first time until she scared away the animals with her moans. It was
better than masturbation.

 She wanted to spank his errant cheeks as well for being such a (delightful
male) slut with no double standards and "turning her into one". Well, she
thought, as the flushness in her chest began to ebb like low tide, the next
date will be lots of fun as they drifted off to nap.

 Later after the stars appeared overhead, they walked back to his VW Camper
Van with her relative's teeth rattling in the back she often teased him
about. She told Moses what she wanted from him. As she guessed, he agreed
and they set a date after her finals that previous Winter semester to return
to the their favorite place in the forest, by the lake, and consummate their
love. They drove home, hearing Selena and the booming sounds of KDNA of
Yakima caress their ears and hearts before dying out when they crossed the
great Naches divide.

 She felt that she knew him well enough to want her sexuality released and
made an appointment to be fitted for a diaphragm with her gynecologist.
Moses believed that both parties to lovemaking should take
responsibility--she for the diaphragm, him for the condom, a radical change
from earlier dates. On the way back, she counted the number of times he
yielded the right of way to other cars -- 9, half-chai of half of 18 which
in Hebrew was chai or life and wondered if it was an omen.

 But the week before their date, after their nearly a minyan of timely dates
(Hebrew for 10; the required number of adult Jews to conduct a public
religious service), he never called. Mordecai said he never called either
with a funny grin on his face. Getting to his kall (synagogue) was too much
trouble. The one time she reached his home, the phone was out of order.
Besides, she didn't like how his kall addressed the role of women or lack of
it. She had heard that his father was dying in New York and had gone back to
take care of him. She didn't know the number and no one would give it her
that she had called.

 Esther missed his calling her "mi guapa", my beautiful woman. She still
hadn't figured out how to address the issue of how Mordecai treated her with
him. Sometimes, thinking of several times her parents had fought, she
wondered if this was how all men treated the women in their lives and
wondered if it was worth the effort.

 Heartbroken, her tears stained Sarah's blouse that cold, windy Winter day
as she sobbed, aching in emotional pain, telling Sarah that "it was too good
to be true, that he was just a con man wanting sex from her, men were all
worthless, unreliable, only wanted sex, and didn't want to form
relationships." She felt that Moses had an invisible leash and collar on her
somehow as she could never get him out of her mind.

 For once, Esther felt her lifelong loneliness surface, rooted in a desire
for experience and freedom to choose. The need to experience something no
human love could provide. Only something deep within could provide and
satisfy. Or something from the other world.

 Esther's eyes, red like the setting sun on red sandstone, holding Sarah
tight but secretly wondering when she would loose her, crying the same level
of intensity the day her parents didn't come home from their trip across
Lake Washington to visit her aunt and uncle who were back from an Outward
Bound seminar. She still remembered answered the friendly knock only to see
the uniformed officer standing there, getting turned on by his cuteness, and
then realizing why he was there as she felt her heart beating, clench up,
and drop to the floor like the last car in a wooden roller coaster ride at
the Seattle Center or Coney Island.

 Because they didn't look the same, many men and women presumed that Esther
and Mordecai were husband and wife. Which coupled with his behavior,
hovering around when she invited her dates home like a meat-eating wasp at a
summer picnic or telling Sarah that women were neutered cunts only
interested in the wealth of their husband and making babies, got in the way
of courtship for both of them. "Well, more me than him," she thought. Yet,
with their parents dead, it was the only way both of them could finish
college, get an education, and have a career.

 "One of these days," she thought, "he's going to get his just reward.
Maybe, when I move in with Sarah this Summer after graduation, he'll come to
his senses." But she knew that some things would probably never change.

 Still, with the Wedgewood rapist on the loose with 17 victims, having her
brother living with her made feel "safer". Yet, Esther wondered why women
had to rely on men to protect them from other men. Sarah, until her
accident, a year ago had worked for the Seattle Police Department as a
Police Officer.

 She shocked Esther last week when she confessed that she fantasized being
taken sexually by her lovers, male and female. When pushed for an
explanation, Sarah admitted that she had been sleeping with women now since
Esther's Bat Mitzvah which had gotten her thinking. And tying them up and
molesting them was a turn-on for her. Esther didn't know what to say but
something uncomfortable and arousing stirred up inside of her like the
thrill and terror of a white water rafting trip. Yet, she was pleased Sarah
choose to share this information with her alone yet wondering if it would
change their friendship.

 Sarah said that her friends in the department thought the number of victims
(usually a male and female couple) were much higher, say 35 or so. She
advised Esther to be careful since not everyone in the neighborhood knew of
their true status as "brother and sister". "The kinky intruder might end up
taking both of you thinking that you're husband and wife. You'd better be
careful and lock your doors at all times."

 Why some of the victims did not report the crime was also a mystery to the
police. Sarah said she thought it was because some victims enjoyed being
taken sexually, "in every bodily opening," she said guiltlessly, "humiliated
in front of their partners, interrogated about their previous sexual history
or lack of it, and then forced to perform including masturbation in front of
the rapist." Esther shuddered at the thought as a twin drops of womanjuice
stained her virginal white silk panties and her ass cheeks squirmed, like
oysters on the half shell waiting to be swallowed.

 Thinking about the Wedgewood (Seattle) rapist always made Esther uneasy and
"bothered". She didn't know why. Maybe as Sarah said, being taken could be a
lot of fun with someone you love, she thought, like Moses. Maybe with the
right open-minded man and opportunity to simply let go and forget all she's
been taught at Seattle Hebrew Academy, the Orthodox K-8 day school or Cheder
located in a former nunnery where she and Sarah had attended until
transferring to Summit, a public school. Now she could finally have some
fun. And communicate with another species, Sarah quipped.

 Or as Sarah put it, "every woman really wants to be a horny slut, wanton
tramp, or whore but can't admit it because they're afraid of what other
people would think." Maybe, Esther thought, it would be fun to simply pick
up a guy, take him home or to Tubs in the U-District (considering her home
situation), and fuck his latex-covered brains out until... he begged for
mercy. She wondered what it would be like to have a tongue inside her little
mountain instead of her fingers.

 Maybe it would be fun to treat men the same way some men treat women. Yet,
Esther felt there were some things best left unsaid and not known about like
the bondage fantasy pictorial she saw inserted her brother's copy of
Penthouse. It had made her feel uncomfortable but aroused her as well.

The Intruder
(The Third Cup of Wine)

 As Esther closed and locked the heavy oak door behind her, a little voice
telling her to get out, the door was unlocked, she became aware that someone
was by the sofa. She reached for a light switch to illuminate the darkening
room. A rough, calloused hand grabbed her hand while another covered her
virgin mouth and pulled her backwards towards a Levi-clad body. Her books
fell to the floor like the blood-stained sheets displayed from the Instanbul
hotel's 3rd floor newlywed room the morning after her parents wedding night
in the old country, Turkey.

 Pulling her body towards him, her heels making furrows into the thick dark
blue carpet the color of a Seattle July evening sky, tracing her panty line,
cupping one of her breasts, feeling the nipple slowly harden under his palm,
he whispered darkly into her ear, "Don't make a sound, slut and nothing will
happen to you." The faint smell of her perfume, Obsession stirred his
nostrils while his cologne, No Escape filled hers.

 Shocked and frightened, realizing what was happening, she attempted to
escape, feeling his Levis press against her behind, but gave up when she
realized he was physically stronger and slightly taller than she was. She
felt his hands search her, his growing hardness against the valley of her
buttocks as he slowly masturbated and rubbed against his growing hill in his
501s, and shivered in virginal fright. He slowly moaned in anticipation,
like when the Golem, a horrible Jewish mystical creature created by man and
not by God first did when the Golem became aware that it was alive. And
could do whatever it wanted. With anyone.

 Her eyes became adjusted to the darkness and shadows of the room. In the
corner of the room, the cat Elijah purred. Over the fireplace mantle, her
father's Tallit, a prayer shawl hung, lifeless, illuminated by a streak of
falling sun which had snaked its way into the living room. Esther remembered
cuddling under the Tallit with her brother during Saturday morning services
when they were small, say age 7 or 8 and how she would feel protected by it.
Receiving her father's blessing by it on Friday nights. Now, she felt naked,
unprotected, and unsure what to do.

 Mordecai was submissively and quietly kneeing on the rough, scratchy rug.
Uncomfortable from being on his knees. It wasn't a position he was used to
doing. Jews stood like free persons in the Synagogue to pray, sitting
comfortably around the dinner table on Shabbot, or reclining at Passover.
Looking like a computer nerd, hunched over, his shoulders pressed against
the couch. Semi-nude, only wearing a sweaty jock-strap, his boyish ass
resembling the cleft of a peach rose invitedly into the air. What was that
in his ass, she wondered. A buttplug she mouthed as his eyes met hers. He
silently pleaded for her to not see him this way. His hands bound behind his
back. Like a sacrificial lamb with her used bras from yesterday. From afar,
the his bound hands looked like a cross.

 Mordecai's ankles were crossed together and tied with her smelly, still
damp from the sweat pantyhose from the used laundry pile. She could smell
the odor from across the room. He looked so helpless. His tie, still around
his neck, hung loosely like a leash. It looked like he had something white
gagging him, a pair of used panties. Hers, perhaps? Besides him, his tweed
jacket, turtleneck, Nordstrom pants, and loafers which he only wore for the
Jewish holidays were piled up beside him like garbage to be recycled.

 On the wide screen 27" Trinitron, what looked like a porno video tape was
beginning to play. Previews for "cuming attractions" containing scenes of
men, women, and one "Tennessee" who was half and half, a man below and a
woman above engaging in explicit sexual acts with each other appeared before
her. Esther's pupils opened like her mind from a week ago.

 After Sarah's remark last week about liking women, Esther wondered what it
would be like to get fucked by a cock, feel tits on her breasts or back, and
scarlet red lips kissing her, doing the Tango with her tongue. Later after
Sarah's remark, they had wandered into Babes in Toyland, a woman's erotic
shop on Capital Hill where she found herself getting aroused looking at the
vibrators, strap-ons, and silicone dildos. Thinking of that memory, It kinda
turned her on to see Tennessee. Then title credits for the movie "Heatwaves"
flashed across the screen like a rising sun on Yosemite's Half Dome.

 Esther gasped in shock and put her free hand to her moving left breast,
swollen like a ripe pear waiting to be plucked. Her nipple rose like sand
dunes created by the wind as she felt the intruder's hot breath on her neck.
Mordecai tried to struggle free as he became aware that she was present but
was unable like a fawn caught in a hunter's snare.

 She turned around and looked up into the brown eyes of her taker and his
kinky dark hair. He turned slightly, his left eye now glowed golden like a
golden calf from the setting sun coming through the living room windows.
Esther felt his coffee coolers around his rough, unshaven mouth suddenly
part her unused virginal face lips, smearing her faint traces of morning's
scarlet red lipstick, passionately kiss her while plunging his tongue
halfway to her tonsils, tasting her lunch of a garlic bagel with lox and
cream cheese, Jewish soul food. Her breasts stiffened from both fright and
anticipation.

 Turning her around so she faced him like a prisoner facing a hanging judge,
he pressed her budding breasts and body against the stiff surface of his
rising 501's while nibbling at her ear. Taking her hands he forced one to
caress his furry, bear-like, hairy, tanned chest, with a Moroccan hand of
life necklace at the top while using the other to massage his cucumber while
massaging her round, firm, exercised sand dunes ass, and plump, sensitive
baby-suckers. She squirmed uncomfortably as feelings like survivors from a
submarine tried to surface.

 "What do you want," she stammered?

 "Where are the drugs?", he asked playing with her ass.

 "Drugs? You've got the wrong house. According to my friend Sarah, the crack
house is at 7520 37th Ave. NE, in the Wedgewood Estates. This is 7520 27th
Ave N.E.." she replied to the interrogation, wanting to pee, from the fear
as he continued to massage her virgin ass.

 "Oh," the shadowy intruder admitted as she felt his hot breath on her neck,
coming in little spurts, like the Hamshin (desert wind in the middle east).
His eyes ran up and down her body, undressing her as he pondered what to do
next.

  "Oh, I guess I have the wrong house. But as long as I'm here, I might as
well have some fun," he said, glancing over at the bound and gagged Mordecai
who desperately wanted a smoke or something cool and wet after being tied up
all afternoon.

 "If you play a game with me, tell me the truth about your sexual history,
and help me take your boyfriend, sexually," he said with a leer on his cedar
colored face, "I won't do anything to you. However, if you resist or don't
cooperate fully, I'll rip your clothes off, spank your naked slut ass in
front of your boyfriend, and then take you everywhere that's moist with real
and artificial cocks as your boyfriend watches and hears you scream and beg
for mercy. Deal?"

 Esther shivered in fright. Looking at Mordecai bound for the first time,
and thought about the rapist's proposition. Sarah had always told her to
never fight back or refuse a rapist unless you knew you could win. With her
locking the door behind her, the time of day, and feeling that he was
several inches taller and many pounds heavier, this was definitely one of
those times to lie back and "enjoy it". If she could. Besides, she thought,
as she smelled the fear in Mordecai's eyes, it might be fun to see him be
molested. It might teach him a few lessons in respect on how women feel and
why she felt uncomfortable going out at night to shop.

 "OK, I'll do what you want." Esther replied, eyes looking downward and
meekly at the carpet, afraid to look into the god-like eyes of the rapist.
"What do you want to know?"

 "OK, what, you little plump slut?"

 "OK, sir" she guessed correctly, as the defiler of young men enjoyed seeing
her hold her hands voluntarily behind her back as if she was in front of her
father to receive a spanking,"as long as you don't rape me, sir. I'm a
virgin."

 Boy, that was the wrong thing to say, she thought as she felt one of his
dark hands suddenly begin to caress her ass, cupping her cheek, then
reaching under the long skirt, begin to slowly pull down her moist, white
silk panties (as Esther remembered that she wore the wrong type today; silk
was only for hot dates and Shabbot when Jews made love), feel him under the
elastic thighband, hear them start to tear, probe her dark crevasse and damp
tunnel, roughly pull down her panties to her knees, leaving them there as a
form of bondage and to keep her from moving her soon to be spread legs,
fondle her now naked thighs and buns, and begin to unsnap her garter belt
strings holding her stockings and panties in place while the other hand
unbuttoned her blouse, reaching in to her moist, thrusting breasts and he
began to lead/push her towards the dining table.

 Oh, my god, he's going to rape me anyway, she thought as she struggled
futilely like a migrating Salmon caught by a bear in the woods and being
tossed onto the banks of the stream to be eaten.

 Mordecai struggled with a growing erection and tried to push the still
smelling from her sweat panty gag out of his mouth. He was unsuccessful with
both as he watched her being manhandled by "the Central Area resident" as
his friends would describe the kinky intruder. He faintly smelled her sweat
and womanjuices from the used pantyhose. It encircled his wrists and ankles
like Tefillin, the leather prayer "garments" worn by adult Jewish men during
weekday morning services wrapped around their left arms and middle fingers,
like wedding rings or ropes.

 "So, you're a virgin, slut," the intruder asked releasing her from his grip
and pushing her on her knees like a puppy to be trained. Rubbing his crotch
as his eyes wondered what she would look like nude. "Do you ever masturbate?
You know play with your hot little clit until waves of pleasure overwhelm
you?" as he smacked his lips and touched his tongue to his lower lip as if
tasting something good.

 "No, I'm not that kind of slut." Esther was shocked at the personal nature
of his questions. What right do he have to ask such a personal question? The
rug felt hard, like the synagogue seats on Yom Kippur when Jews ask
themselves very personal ethical questions on if they've done right or wrong
behavior.

 "No, what, you horny little tramp?"

 "Oh." thinking quickly, she replied. "No, sir. I don't masturbate."

 "Oh. So what kind of women masturbate, slut. Good women, bad women, sluts,
tramps, whores?"

 "Only sluts, tramps, and whores masturbate." she answered thinking that
should satisfy him and protect me while feeling her lower lips grow moist
withing like a ripe ear of Iowa corn waiting to be plucked and sheared.

 "Oh, is that so slut? Your boyfriend says you watched him masturbate
several months ago until he came all across his chest and then you went to
your room and fucked your pillow until he saw your eyes glaze over in the
moonlight. Isn't that true, Mordecai. You can nod your head." Esther gasped
as Mordecai nodded, meekly like a naughty schoolboy, caught smoking,
enjoying his oral fixation, and now waiting for his punishment. "So, now
that we've established that you're well a slut, do you play with yourself,
slut?"

 "Ummm, well...yes...sir, I do."

 "Do what, slut?" as he made a threatening gesture to spank her. "Say the
word, slut."

 "Masturbate, sir." Mordecai's eyes grew wide like a little kid discovering
something. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever think he would hear
his prim, proper, chaste, virginal sister say such things. He felt like a
fly on the wall waiting to be swatted as he smiled through her panty gag.

 "So, I guess that makes you a slut, a whore, a naughty tramp?"

 "Yes," Esther reluctantly agreed, "I'm a horny slut, sir."

 "Well, now that we've established what you are. When do you masturbate,
slut. Who do you fantasize about?"

 "I masturbate on late Friday nights, sir."

 "Who do fantasize about? How do you masturbate, slut? Will you show us how
you play with yourself, slut?"

 "I fantasize about my ex-boyfriend, Moses, pretending I feel his arms
around me, feeling his chest against my rising breasts, feeling his tongue
inside me while my fingers play with my little joy spot...sir."

 "Do you ever fantasize, slut, as you play with yourself under the full moon
with your windows and door wide open that you're making love to your best
woman friend...Sarah or that you're being taken in every opening by 3 men?"
as he glanced at her bedroom where her diary laid open.

 "No," Esther cried out realizing that somehow he knew about Sarah and the
fantasy. How, her mind cried out? Had Mordecai been interrogated already?
Could he or Mordecai have found her diary. She hid it well. Did her brother
somehow know that she and Sarah had looked at his porno and copy of
Penthouse? "No, sir, I'm not a lezzie." But deep inside, she knew it might
be a lie as she remembered Sarah's kisses, touching her hair, wrapped her
arms around her plump breasts, and when Sarah's body was wrapped around her
that one time. Then shifting fantasies, she wondered what it would be like
to be the prize for 3 men playing a game of strip poker.

 "Well, I think you've answered enough," the intruder gruffly said glancing
at the Menorah on the mantle. The Menorah represented the holiday of
Chanukah, a military victory over outside oppressors who wished to make Jews
conform to their ways. "It's time for a game. It's a modified version of a
game, you've played before, sluts. Strip Dreidel."

 Esther and Mordecai's eyes grew wide with fright. Strip Dreidel? What kind
of sicko would think of such a game. The same person who would interrogate a
woman about her sexual history? Tie her brother up in her underclothes.
Threaten to take them both sexually. Their eyes met as they wondered who
would win and who wouldn't like the Yom Kippur prayer "Who will live and who
will die?" Yet, with a smile, Mordecai wondered if his Jewish fraternity
would accept the game for new initiates as part of Rush Week next year.

 "It can be quite liberating," the stripper of clothes continued. "The rules
are quite simple. You have a four-sided top. Each side has a Hebrew letter.
All the Hebrew letters spell out the words "A Great Miracle Happened Here".
Like your regular dreidel game, each letter stands for somewhat the same:
Shim: Take it all (off); Het: Remove and put one item of clothing in; Gimel:
Take an item back (Take one); and Nun: Nothing happens to anyone, nothing is
removed or put back on," looking at them wondering who would go first.

 "So, who's on first? Mordecai? Oh, I don't know. You look like you're all
tied up," as Mordecai struggled against his sisters things desperately
wanting a cigarette, to pick his nose, or scratch his balls. It was kind of
like going to the Deja Vu strip joint with his buddies and realizing as the
women gyrated seductively in front of them that one could look but not
touch. "Well then, shall be start with Esther? Or do I need to take Mordecai
sexually?" Esther gasped as Mordecai struggled, helplessly rubbing his nose
against the couch.

 Esther reluctantly entered the stage area. Spinning the top, a child's
game, she remembered the last time she had played and spun a series of
Shims, taking all the pot. This time, she didn't want to be so lucky. She
wished for Nuns. It was strange to wish for someone not to pay attention to
her. Usually it was the opposite, thinking of all the cute men in her life.
Remembering the first time she saw Moses. Wishing really doesn't work, she
later realized. You have to take action. Spinning the top the way she would
play with her nipple, late at night, she was relieved to see it display the
Nun letter. "Whew," she thought.

 Now, it was the intruder's turn. Spinning the top the way he would play
with his hardening cock, stroking it before playing with them later, the
letter Het came up. He removed his tie from his crisply tailored dark blue
or black, it was hard to tell in the light, Tennessee State Police uniform.
Probably the same uniform, that got him into the place, Esther thought as
his badge glittered in the sun the way Moses's eyes glittered the last day
they were together. She remembered feeling the badge against her shoulders
as he pulled her against him when she stepped through the door earlier.
Mordecai was always in trouble for something or another.

 Handing the top to her, like a condom or lubricant, Esther spun it again.
Het. At least it wasn't Shim. Slowly, she removed her mother's pearl choker
passed on like tradition from generation to generation which encircled her
neck like a collar. Again, he played. Nun. Breathing heavily, praying that
Shim wouldn't come up, she spun again. Shim. Her breathing could be heard
throughout the house as she turned to the rapist, eyes pleading, hands
covering her chest. "Please," she begged like a trainable puppy.

 "Well," he said. "I didn't expect you to lose so quickly. Perhaps we could
play Truth or Dare as an alternate. Would you like to play Truth of Dare
instead? I'll ask some more questions about your sexuality and if you answer
them truthfully, then we'll forget this losing part of the game." Esther
nodded, glad she wouldn't have to remove her sweaty clothes.

 "OK. Have you ever fantasized having 3 men at the same time or several men
and a woman?"

 Relieved by a question he couldn't possibly know the answer to even if he
interrogated Mordecai, Esther boldly stated "No."

 Only to feel the slight sting of the back of his hand against her face
cheek. As Mordecai looked on, wide-eyed in innocent, the despoiler told her
how he had read her slutty diary and knew the truth. Then pushing Esther
away from him, the intruder gruffly and unexpectedly ordered her to strip
"You lying bisexual tramp. And didn't I tell you to call me "sir"." She
nodded then hesitated, resisting by pulling up her panties under her skirt,
and felt the sting of the back of his hairy hand against her face cheek and
then wriggled as he smacked her on her cheeks under the protecting fabric.
It reminded her of the time her father had spanked her as a ungrateful child
and the warmth between her legs for hours afterwards. Sometimes, it seemed
that she would disobey, frequently, in order to get spanked.

 Pulling her over on his knee onto a chair, hiking her skirt up, pulling the
slip to expose her panties, she felt the first impact snap above the left
thigh, the impact protected by her silk panties. More sharp smacks soon
rained down, alternating between cheeks and sensitive unprotected lower
thighs, like manna from heaven as she tried to protect her virgin bottom
(while wriggling in pleasure) with her palms, her hands voluntarily held
behind her back as he began to remove her panties for direct cheek to hand
contact. Like going to a nudist camp for sunbathing.

 "Please," she begged, "leave my panties on! Leave them on!" Esther turned
her head around to look at him while feeling his hands play with her nipples
and rub against her joy button as she stiffened in fright. Putting her hands
further back to protect herself, she found the effort was futile as the
intruder held her hands in the small of her back while the other made
contact with her now naked bottom colored purple in places like an evening
sky while whispering to her that he liked a slut with a cherry-red naked ass
after a spanking. After a few more whacks, the intruder got up, letting her
fall to the rug like scraps for the dog.

 "Time for you to strip, you horny, wet slut!" he repeated while rubbing his
hand against his growing member. Trembling, wanting to pee, she began to
comply, wondering if he would ever keep his word. And feeling the growing
wetness, hoping he wouldn't. Hearing the words, "strip, you horny wet slut"
made her into one.

 Esther stepped into the center of the living room a few feet from the
moving pulsating pictures of bisexual group sex on the screen, kicked off
her black high heels while standing in view of the full length entry/living
room mirror. Watching the porno tape, her eyes became as big as saucers of
spilled coffee as she began to undress in front of the sounds and sights of
lusty, uninhibited lovemaking.

 Her exposed long brown hair bobbed up and down off her shoulders like a
lover on top. She began to unbutton her all cotton white blouse (in
accordance with traditional Jewish law to not wear garments (Shatnes) that
are a combination of different fibers like cotton and silk). The white tiny
mother of pearl buttons seemed cold and alien, buttonholes felt smaller,
finger felt clumsy and large, pushed each button through the opening like
finding reasons for being religious and a slut, designed to frustrate her
fingers. One by one they surrendered until her conforming blouse fell open,
revealing pale flesh.

 She shrugged her shoulders and the protecting fabric fell to the floor like
a kite without wind. Wondering what effect her sheer, lacy white bra
caressing her 38C bodacious ta-tas, as Sarah referred to them, would have on
Mordecai and the uninvited guest. She wished she was unconscious. She didn't
want to remember what she knew he would do to her ultimately whether she
wanted to or not.

 "Please," she pleaded picking up the blouse and putting it back on again,
unbuttoned, standing as if doing the Amidah, the prayer where one asks
favors from god/goddess in the daily Jewish prayers. "Please don't do this
to us. We're both virgins."

 The rapist instead cruelly smiled replying, "I'll do as I please, slut.
Don't argue with me anymore. I told you what I'd do if you resisted. Next
time, I'll rape you in the ass and your screams with fill this room like
conversation at a party. Now do a strip-tease for us, you whore." Her rapist
commanded. "Thrust your tits at us. Spread your legs, show us your eager,
wet pussy, and moist asshole. Suck my fingers with your submissive horny,
damp, slut mouth and beg me to put them in all your holes!" She gasped in
shock and began to submissively comply. Mordecai stared and strained against
his growing, bulging, cut member while tasting her pussy juices from the
white gag.

 Esther's blouse slowly came undone again from her dancing. Loose, it hung
on her shoulders, like laundry blowing in the wind, showing off her white
silk Victoria's Secret camisole. Suddenly, she felt her blouse start to be
roughly pulled off, hearing the cotton rip like a safety rope when
rappelling or like the times she would attack a meal on the conclusion of
the Yom Kippur fast, the Jewish equivalent to Easter and Christmas combined.

 "I said, do a strip tease!" He shouted as he slowly massaged  the growing
bulge in his Levis as his eyes ripped her clothes off. He
must-be-nine-inches Esther thought, gasping, wondering how she would fit it
in as a single drop of manjuice came to the surface of the jeans. Like a
burning bush, his eyes were alive with fire, with both lust and irritation.
He wanted her nude and humiliated in front of her brother. Then the fun
would begin and the little cock tease would finally get her comeuppance for
refusing to date his best friend because he wasn't "Jewish" or as she put
it, " a member of the tribe."

 Remembering the time, Sarah, Dale, and her while on vacation went to a male
strip place in L.A., Chippendale's, Esther tried to imitate the male
dancers. Pulling off her ripped blouse from where it now rested on her 32"
waist and 34" baby-making hips, she twirled it above her flowing brown hair
and tossed it on Mordecai where it rested on his head. Mordecai caught a
whiff of her underarm odor and breast smells. He hadn't realized how a
woman's natural odor or sweat could be a turn-on, until now. Straining
against his bonds, his cock tried to escape like a raging Spring-fed creek
straining to overflow his banks. He tried to avert his eyes or nose. He had
no such luck.

 Slowly, she found the fastener at the waist. Plastic teeth purred as it
fell to the floor like a ripe piece of fruit. A puddle at her feet. Pulled
off her slip and camisole, unhooked her sweaty bra and garter belt showing
off painfully erect nipples hard as corn kernels, shucked off her white
stockings and panties and threw all of them over to the rapist who by this
time was resting on the couch opposite Mordecai and sniffed them while
beginning to caress Mordecai's innocent ass.

 Mordecai squirmed from the intruder's fondles, finally was able to push the
gag out, and loudly moaned. The rapist other hand came over. Mordecai
retasted her virgin womanjuices when her silk panties were rammed back into
his mouth. Her nipples now fully erect, Esther felt embarrassed but proud of
her body while standing nude in her living room in front of a strange man
and her brother who had never seen her nude before or so she thought while
porno flashed across the TV screen.

 Her firm breasts, heaved from her shallow, frightened breathing. Her
stomach, displaying a little spare tire, developed even after all that
exercise she engaged in. Her pussy slowly opened like a cold rose exposed to
warm air, became juiced up like a creek, became full from the slow snow
melt. Her clitoris stirred from the fresh cool air. She wondered why her
brother moaning so much. I hope neither of them can tell I'm getting all
juiced up, she thought.

 She was also hungry as she watched their "guest" tempt her hunger pains
from fasting that day, an obligation of first born to honor their
deliverence from Pharoah. Waving and eating the last of the Tarragon Roasted
Chicken from the night before while offering her, teasing her with a Subway
Ham n' Cheese sandwich which she declined as she kept Kosher (didn't eat
pork, shellfish, or mix meat and cheese together). It was a proverbial
Jewish dilemma, free bacon.

* She found herself thinking of the upcoming Passover Seder. Eating dry
Matzah bread like a man's skin, Dolmas -- virginal white rice stuffed inside
dark green moist grape leaves, Matzah Balls plump like a nursing mother's
breasts, carrot sticks like mini-erections, dark red wine like blood or
menstrual fluid, small hard-boiled eggs like a man's balls, and Gelfite fish
surrounded by jelly resembling a man's cum but smelling like a woman. The
saliva began to build up in her mouth.

 Realizing that she was hungry and wanting to take a break but not at
McDonalds, the intruder dragged Esther to the kitchen, his shoes clacking on
the smooth linoleum floor, tapping like a guard walking the tiers and had
her help make a kosher roast beef sandwiches provided she make no attempt to
escape. Exhausted and hungry, she agreed.

 Returning, dragging Esther like a caught swordfish, he slowly fed each half
of the sandwich to Mordecai and Esther. Immediately, they started crying
from the extra helping of horseradish in it that had been added when Esther
wasn't looking.

 What appeared to be wholesome food had been transformed into a Hillel
sandwich, part of the Passover tradition where one eats a helping of
horseradish with other ingredients to remind one of the bitterness of
slavery. Their mouths burned inside from the heat, sharp like a knife. What
was next, they both wondered, ice cubes, hot wax, branding, rape, sex with
each other, with the same gender?

 As the tears wore off and Esther felt the hunger disappear like many of the
men and desires in her life, she heard the rapists say to her "That's good,
you've done a proper strip tease you cockteaser. You're a pretty little slut
but you still need some discipline." Handing her a rough black large dog
collar and medium length leash, their uninvited guest ordered Esther to put
it on and undress him.

 "I've watched you undress in your bedroom for many a night. Strip me and
untie your faggot brother. Don't forget to caress his cock when you get to
it to tease him of what might befall him. And if you don't behave bitch,
you'll feel the hard, painful swat of a newspaper on your cunt bitch ass."
No, Esther thought as she stood listening while her pussy began to become
damp like a cave after a late afternoon rain. This can't be happening. But
it was.

 Feeling the black leather embrace and chaff her never restrained neck, the
leash pulling her gradually toward new directions of her emerging sexuality,
Esther slowly undressed the intruder, like a personal slave to a master in
Egypt or the old South. Only this time, the roles were reversed. First came
his police officer's uniform; black (master's) shirt, followed by his dark
jeans jingling as she heard his keys and money fall, and then finally his
socks.

 His underwear would come last he told her as she felt the intruder rub his
bulge against her chaste face cheeks. She could smell his sweat of control
as she kneeled in submission on the rug thinking of one time a lover had
wanted to pull her down to the rug to rub and eat her. She realized that he
had only worn the top half of his uniform to get through the door via the
keyhole.

 A sudden wail of a cop car made the intruder stiffen, appear distracted,
and not look in Esther's way. She realized that this was her chance. Leaping
to her feet, like a doe in the forest, she ran to the front door. Struggling
with the lock, finally unlocking the door as she felt his big catlike hands
encircle her, throw her against the cool wall the way Romans threw Jews
against the Western Wall during the fall of Jerusalem in 70 C.E., and then
drag her down to the tile for the "kill" as the blood rushed to her head and
 she saw herself being taken and abused in the full-length mirror.

 "Just what do you think you're doing, slut? Trying to escape? Well, I'll
just have to punish you." Esther screamed in fear until his hands covered
her mouth as he dragged her to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door,
he got out several ice cubes as her eyes grew wide. She tried to scream on
the way back but couldn't feeling the chill against her skin.

 Getting a condom, he inserted the ice cubes in it, then lubricated it, and
shoved it roughly into her slightly moist pussy. At first, she felt nothing.
Then the cold hit her like the cold she felt last Summer when she, Sarah,
and Abraham visited the Big Four Ice Caves near Darrington. The cold
penetrated every orifice, deep inside. She had shivered for hours
afterwards.

 Soon, the ice cubes began to feel like cold, then hot, then cold. She
begged the intruder, tears on her face, to take them out and let her warm
up, pleading that she wouldn't try to escape again, and to "be good".
Finally, hearing her promise to "be good", to be a "good submissive slut",
he removed the half-melted cubes. "I guess we can say you're an "ice
princess" now but let me warm you up as he lit one of the Shabbot candles
from the dining room table," he whispered to her as Esther shook her head
"no, not that."

 Telling her to hold her hands to her ankles, Mordecai watched her writhe
and scream in "pain" as the sicko let the hot wax sizzle downward like a
long waterfall to warm her naked, slut ass, coat each extended nipple,
holding it high so the wax would cool slightly at first before touching her
skin, gauging the distance to sound of her cries, raising and lowering the
candle to vary the intensity of pain and fulfill her demands for more heat
in her life. It only took a minute to obtain her obedience. Then after
resting for a minute, still shivering, she completed the rest of his
undressing, removing his white Jockey underwear, worn high like Marky Mark
and letting his cock spring free.

 Stepping back, they both looked at the intruder's body and gasped. He was
taller than them, massively built in the arms, shoulders, and chest, breasts
slowly rising from his chest like islands in the Hawaiian islands, hair
everywhere, on the chest, legs, arms, and ass, his chest hair, dark brown
flowed together like little streams merging into a shadowy river of hair or
braided rope in the center of his chest, a stiff washboard stomach,
medium-narrow waist, full firm buns, tree-trunk-like legs, dark frizzy hair,
and brown eyes offset by his mustache and dark skin. At any other time,
Esther would have gladly submitted. But why now?, she wondered.

 Seeing how they were eyeing him, the rapists quickly untied Mordecai. She
smelled his fear from the damp mansweat on his clothes discarded on the
floor like obsolete morals. She covered her mouth and smelled her hands. He
still had her sweaty smelly panties stuffed into his mouth like a Hillel
sandwich, a traditional mouth-filling meal on Passover. She stopped when she
got to his firm, white jockstrap continuing his bulging, firm member. The
intruder placed her hand momentarily on his straining erection and she felt
it stiffen.

 Sitting on the sofa, Mordecai tried to use his soft hands to hide his
erection from her. His man-meat throbbed against the confines while in the
center of his jockstrap a small wet spot of manjuices began to form. They
looked at each with a gaze of desperation. What next? Their molester
motioned for her to remove Mordecai's yarmulke, a small circular head
covering that Orthodox Jewish men usually wore. It fell to the carpet,
bouncing like lovers on a waterbed or the scene from the movie "Witness."

 "OK, slut and faggot," their molester ordered. "I can see you're both
turned on." Pointing to Esther's hairy snatch, he said "Your pussy is
dripping like a rain forest and your lips are red and spread apart. Let him
feel your wet snatch and finish undressing him. There's no question that
faggot here wants a blow job. Maybe, I'll let him fuck you afterwards in the
ass since he's obviously hard and ready."

 "No!" Esther exclaimed her eyes wide with dread. "You promised."

 "I only promised not to take you myself if you helped me molest your
brother. I said nothing about him. But since you raised a good point, girl,
we'll change things around."

 Turning to Mordecai and untying him from her natural scented pantyhose, the
intruder ordered him to get on his knees,"You little cocksucker. I need a
virgin blow job on my watering spout. Time for you to learn what every woman
knows how to do. And you, slut can eat his virgin ass and prepare him for an
ass fuck later. And if he gives you any trouble, girl," reaching into his
bag, filled with horrid adult toys, she thought and pulling out some soft
rope, "rope this around his balls and cock and pull tight in case he gets
some other ideas. Agreed?"

 They both nodded. Mordecai got on his elbows and knees and prepared for the
worst. His hairy member tried to escape from his full jock-strap. Esther
dropped the cock ring and rope by her brother's knees. She heard the
intruder order Mordecai to put a thin, clear, unlubricated condom on his
dark, long, thick hairless ebony colored uncut member after putting some
lubricant inside the condom for the defiler's pleasure.

 She looked up and saw the intruder's quivering member. He was big, 8" it
seemed, and uncut. It was the first time she had seen an uncut man, his
foreskin nearly pulled back, a single drop of precum at the urethra opening.
Sarah called it forbidden fruit, delightful forbidden fruit, and said men
were nearly a foot long. This close, it sure seemed like it. She heard
Mordecai protest that he was too big, followed by a threat to take your
sister in the ass instead.

 Reluctantly, Mordecai puts his tongue on the tip, rolling around the
diameter, pretending that he was sucking a soft, musky spotted banana at a
frat party initiation. Sucking sounds began to start as the rapists
throbbing train soon entered Mordecai's damp tunnel. His lips surrounded and
felt the pulsating cock veins followed by slow, gentle moans. Like a happy
dog nibbling on a bone, she heard the intruder's cock being gurgled and
played with like an Atomic Fireball by a small daring child.

 Her brother's hands soon reluctantly fell between his legs. He began to
caress his throbbing, pulsating cock, dry and wet like cubes of melting dark
chocolate, the way she saw him play with himself on his bed on hot Summer
nights, white Calvin Klein shorts pulled down, and heard him breath deeply,
and moan sharply, signifying the time when he would begin to climax.

 Once, on a full moon, she saw him ejaculate, the white jism exploding like
a little volcanic eruption into the air before falling like new snow on his
chest and run down the sides of his stomach like a mountain stream.
Afterwards, she had furiously pleased herself, and would sometimes get up at
night to see if she could catch him in the act again. She never did after
that night.

 Esther felt the leash and the molester's hands on her head pushing her down
into her brother's dark Grand Canyon. She tried to resist but yielded to
training when she felt the sting of a newspaper on her misbehaving bare
bitch ass. Slowly, yielding, one of her hands began to also caress
Mordecai's imprisoned, straining member and his hand, damp from all his
horniness. Her other hand wove back and forth between her straining to be
caressed breasts and lubricating pussy, beginning to smell like Hoya flowers
in bloom.

 She wished Sarah was here so they could hold hands until the intruder was
done and had left. After handing her a washcloth to wash her brother,
Esther's nostrils began to fill with the moldy smells of her brother's
bumhole. Her untried tongue started to probe the little hole and the rough
but smooth surfaces of the muscle leading inward. Her brother spread his
vulerable ass cheeks wider for her moaning the way she did when she played
with herself. She heard the intruder order her to remove her brother's now
stained from precum fluid jockstrap.

 Esther pulled down his moist, sweaty from fear, jockstrap and exposed his
hairy, cut member, the head covered with pre-cum manjuices, finally pulling
free. God, he's big, she thought. If he would act like a human being, any
woman, even Sarah would like him. It looks like he's a good 7 inches.

 The rapist reminded her about the small leather cock ring and balls strap.
She wrapped it roughly around her brother's monstrous dick and hairy balls.
Playing with his balls and cock with one hand, he other hand slowly,
reluctantly drifted down to her pussy and she began to play with herself,
working a finger past her labia to the second digit, groaning, trying to
conceal her activity wishing that someone was playing expertly with their
thumbs on her nipples, flicking on her nips. Her brother pulled away from
her and the intruder and sat next to the rapist. Both were struggling not to
come like a recent lottery winner trying not to tell their best friend.

 Quickly, the uninvited guest pulled Esther roughly by her leash, applying
nipple clamps to control her further like a naughty, misbehaving puppy while
her brother pulled her by the hair onto the couch like some caveman of long
ago. They rested her face on their split half oreo cookie thighs. Their
quivering soon to be latex-covered cocks pointed at her like rifles on
patrol. She felt the intensity of the clamps and the arousal each clamp
brought. She wished she could rub them off but was afraid of coming in front
of them from the sensations.

 The rapist ordered her to stroke both of their vibrating naked but covered
cocks, cut and uncut, black and white, big and tall, while taking them in
her mouth, open like a Kiddush cup, the cup one filled with wine to
celebrate the holiday alternatively. She waited for each of them to pour
their wine in her virgin mouth. Hoping she could avoid tasting any of the
leaking bitter juices. Wishing they weren't planning as if imitating the
movie to have the manjuices explode and flow down the side of her face like
a volcanic eruption.

 She began to gently probe with her tongue, the rapist's pulsating, still
latex covered cock first, feeling it slide all the way to back of her
throat, gagging slightly from the strange sensation, then began with her
brother's after the molester handed Mordecai a Cherry flavored condom to
use. Each cock felt differently. Mordecai's filled her whole mouth like
eating a peeled cuke whole, didn't touch her tonsils, and tasted of Cherry.
The smell of matzah ball soap drifted upward from his hairy, sweaty balls.

 Having one ready to erupt cock in her learning mouth, stroking the other
while her hand soon rested between her legs, her meaty thighs crying out for
Weight Watchers, she masturbated, reluctantly, slowly, trying to hide her
nimble fingers, wishing they were both someone else while her pussy ached to
be filled like a hungry stomach after Yom Kippur (fast for 24 hours). She
quivered, pulled away, ready to orgasm, felt her mind whirlpool while
feeling her body jacknife like a caught Swordfish in the Mexican seas in
violent strokes. Yet, like the twin stubby, like deflated cocks, candles lit
in anticipation and to welcome the Jewish Sabbath on Friday evening, she
burned with lust and desire but contained her flames. She didn't come.

 Immediately, the intruder alternatively pulled off their respective condoms
and both erupted on each side of her face. Her chaste cheeks becoming
streamed with white. Like the pale creamy white jelly lying on a serving of
Gelfite fish, a popular Jewish delicacy around holidays like Yom Kippur and
Passover. Esther struggled, the smell of musky pollen added to the musky ass
smell still in her nostrils.

 Then Esther stood on her knees, humiliated, tears in her eyes as the white
cream, like fat on plate of cooling beef brisket, a serving of manjuices
slowly cascaded down to her heaving bosom while her hand tried but failed to
resist the building urge like an artist to create to continue fondling
herself. She couldn't believe that her brother had participated. She wanted
revenge.

 Quickly, she remembered the cock rope she had woven around his balls and
cock and pulled it tight several times. "That's for coming in my face, you
faggot." she yelled. Mordecai's screams of pain filled the room, replacing
the disappearing sunshine. The intruder smiled as Mordecai, now on his knees
from the strength of her yanks and twists, begged his sister to not pull his
balls and cock discipline ring anymore, that it just happened, that it was
an accident, only to feel the tightness and searing pain once again.
Finally, after several minutes of hearing the little faggot's pleadings, the
intruder came up with an idea and whispered it to Esther who agreed.

Changes

 Quickly, with Esther leading Mordecai by his now painful cock or "Bobbit"
leash, they dragged him to the bathroom and got out the shaving supplies.
The intruder told Mordecai that since he sucked cock so well, it was time
for him to find out what it was really like to be a woman by starting with
shaving off all of his male hair. Before he could protest, Esther, with
great enthusiasm, and the molester held him down in the jacuzzi and shaved
off all of his furry, body and chest hair except for a portion on his chest
that spelled out the word "FAG".

 Esther had the Bobbit honor, if one could call it that of shaving off all
of her brother's silky pubic hair. Smiling, she made sure that she nicked
him every time he moved or resisted. The sea of foam soon became streaked
with dark and bright blood spots, like one of her used Kotex from a week and
a half ago. Even when he didn't move, she still nicked him, rationing that
it was for all the times he made her cry.

 She let the uninvited guest fonder her brother's once again stiffing 7" cut
member while he gave Mordecai a Mohawk and removed Mordecai's virgin ass
hair while taunting him how he, Mordecai was a "little faggot boy" who would
like feeling a nice, stiff brown cock up his untried ass. Or maybe, he would
like to eat some virgin pussy at the same time. With her panties, soaked
from his saliva, now stuffed in his mouth, Mordecai was overwhelmed by her
scent, shocked by what was happening, and wondered how worst it could get
while he tried to resist getting turned on more. But he had liked her virgin
tongue probing his puckered hole.

 Showers

 By this time, Esther needed to pee real bad. She indicated to the intruder
that she needed to use the toilet. Instead, she was shocked when the
molester told her climb into the jacuzzi, straddle Mordecai over his face,
and let it go after shoving her brother's crusty jockstrap in her moist
Cherry-scented mouth.

 "You can't be serious?" she said, muffled through his jockstrap.

 "I am, slut. Spread your legs and let it rip. Otherwise, let your bladder
burst and die." Mordecai pleaded with her, his supplications faint like her
unanswered prayers to God the day her parents had their auto accident to let
one live through the gag to not do this horrid, humiliating thing.
Mordecai's bladder pressed against himself.

 His words were cut out suddenly, as the panties were removed like an
avalanche on Mt. Rainier, and his nostrils were filled with the musky,
animal like smell from the golden stream of Esther's hot urine from her
spread, pulsating lips. Pungent, like the mild sulphur smell of a waterfall
in the Oregon's Cougar Hot Springs third pool, it poured out of his mouth,
washing away all of his loose hairs like logs knocked over when Mt. St.
Helens erupted. The white, virginal shaving cream cascaded down off his
naked chest and over and around his balls like a mini waterfall filled with
the remains of a melting snowfield.

 "Now, it's your turn to be shaved and turned into a little girl, slut.
Spread them.", the despoiler of young girls and boys said as he cruelly
pulled Esther screaming and begging for mercy onto the top of the bathroom
countertop and held her there. He untied and handed Mordecai the can of
shaving cream and razor who quickly complied in revenge for her bobbit-like
tugs.

 Soon, Esther had a hairless girlish ass and naked, exposed, bald pussy
lips. Just like when she was a pre-puberty girl. This bastard is really
sick, she thought, as he fondled her now naked pussy and told her to think
of herself as a girl scout who came to his home to sell cookies and sold
herself instead. She tried not to but was unsuccessful.

 Her pulsating, engorged, over-stimulated pussy lips were spread apart from
all the excessive sexual stimulation like a beginning ice cave on the Mt.
Rainier. It brought back memories of how she had discovered a new way to
masturbate like a born-again-pagan several years ago without using her hands
by holding her pillow between her legs and rocking back and forth with her
arms and hands wrapped around the pillow like some future lover, and the
pleasure it brought when she slept on it, smelling her scent drifting up
towards her like new growth in Spring.

 "I've got to go to," Mordecai said, standing up and shaking away droplets
of water and piss mixed together like oil and vinegar.

 "So do I," said the intruder and grabbed Esther, removed the jockstrap from
her mouth, and pushed her into the bathtub. "Get in the jacuzzi, slut. On
your knees like a proper slut wife. Don't look at us, you worthless, horny,
good for fucking only slut."

 Like the pairs of candles being prepared in many of their neighbors homes
to be lit this Jewish Sabbath and Passover holiday evening, twin waterfalls
released from a dam poured out from both of them, resting on her virginal
back before roaring down her back and washing her now naked, hairless,
exposed clit. It surprised her to find herself being turned on to feel the
warm wetness flowing down her exposed pale pussy and smell the odor like
fresh roses. She heard the intruder order her to turn over and submissively
complied like a good temp slave.

 The twin streams hit her erect nipples, the warmth reminding her of a jet
in a hot tub she and Sarah had rented one afternoon at Tubs and the pleasure
it gave her when she ran it across her semi-nude clit, hidden under the
water, exposed from pulling away the swimsuit. The streams ended. She and
Mordecai were told to take a shower together and wash each other's private
parts, particularly each other's ass. She felt Mordecai and their despoiler
eagerly climb into the large Jacuzzi tub.

 The hot water fell like fresh, pure Spring rain for the Mikvah, a Jewish
ritual cleansing bath. The smell of their sweat, woman and manjuices, and
lubricant were soon rinsed and cleaned off of them. Esther felt a knowing
wash cloth explore her pussy and ass while another different hand cupped and
washed her jelly stained breasts from behind. She resisted washing either of
their soft, pliable round cocks like small bananas or their round buttocks
but her hands soon acted otherwise. Would this nightmare ever end, she
wondered?

Cross Dressing Time
 "OK, slut and faggot, time for Mordecai to play dress up. Back into the
living room." they heard him say as he dragged them, shivering wet and
dripping back into the living room. Esther heard him rummaging through a bag
which she had seen on the floor and quickly dressed Mordecai in her soaked
panties, bra, garter belt, slip, and camisole.

 "On your knees faggot. You," pointing to Esther, "you're helping me
feminize your brother," as he took out a doubled pronged device, a strap-on
he said. Putting a dual vibrating lubricated strap-on with one plug inserted
in her now juiced-up pussy and the other protruded from her body as she
stood still like Lot. Each side was covered with a condom.

 Ordering Mordecai to give her a pre-lub "blow job", Mordecai waddled over
like a duck and slowly, reluctantly began to suck on the strap-on protruding
from her. Rolling his tongue around her "cock", pressing down, feeling
herself moan as her slit got juicier. It felt good to have him bear down
like a woman in childbirth on the longer protrusion while the other shorter
side pressed against her clit. He wondered what if would be like to "taken
by a woman in his virgin ass".

 Turning on the vibrators, buzzing like angry bees, the intruder ordered her
to lubricate the outer strap-on portion, cover it with a new condom,
"ridges", and shove it up roughly in her brother's virgin ass after roughly
pulling down his panties. She complied and smiled when she heard Mordecai's
slight shrieks of discomfort and begs for mercy from her while the inside
portion teased her swollen clit and she plunged it deeper, harder, rubbing
against his prostate gland.

 "Oh, one thing. If either of you faggot boy or slut bitch want me to stop,
all you have to do is for both of you to shout a safeword, a world which
will stop everything and I'll leave. The safeword is "Heil Hitler," their
trespasser said, gloatingly looking over at the Chanukah Menorah, a Jewish
symbol commemorating a victory against oppression many thousand of years ago
on their fireplace mantle. Shocked by the voltage of his words beyond their
wildest dreams and experiences, Esther and Mordecai looked at each with
pleading eyes. Both thought, will this ever stop as neither could say those
two evil words?

 "Now, put a panty liner in your cute little virgin panties. Dress him with
the rest of your undies." Mordecai struggled, but she overpowered him with
the rapist's help. Now her brother rested on his knees and elbows, dressed
in her stockings, lacy garter belt, panties, and bra. Humiliated, tears came
to his eyes from the pleasure and pain of the lubricated strap-on in his
untried ass as he begged her to stop but secretly wished she didn't.

 Esther whispered into to his red ears that this was payment for all the
times he interfered with her dates, treated her like a wife and not a sister
by expecting her to do everything domestic, and leaving the seat up all the
time. Particularly the time she stagged in at 3 a.m. after a kegger at ZBT,
a Jewish fraternity at the UW and promptly fell in ass backwards, and her
shrieks from the awaking cold water awoke him.

 While that mistake was never repeated, she whispered like a phone sex
hooker, now it was time for him to stand up for his dress and blouse and a
few other things. After complying, the intruder ordered them both into her
room when she applied a wig to her brother's hair, painted his finger nails,
put on lipstick and makeup and made him look like a pretty good looking
woman. But not as good looking as Dan Savage, a columnist for the Seattle
Stranger who looked better as Sally Raphael.

 "Well, I think it's time to find out if Mordecai is a little faggot after
all. We know he likes to be fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap-on."
he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an unlubricated condom.
"I haven't my uncut, ebony cock sucked to completion, erupting all over a
little faggot face now for several days since my last victim." he said
leeringly as he began to tie Mordecai's hands and feet together again with
yesterday's pantyhose. The abuser of innocent virgins wondered whether his
soon to explode manjuices would fall on Mordecai's left or right faggot face
cheek.

 Mordecai stiffened. "No, you're not". I'm not that way. I'll fondle you and
suck you but you're not coming in my mouth or face." His face reflected both
his fright and anticipation.

 "Oh, I think you are. But if you say no, you little faggot, then I guess
we'll see what kind of a cocksucker and ass fuck, your sister is."

 Mordecai realized he had no choice. If he let Esther get taken by the
aggressor, then she would get even with him. Knowing Esther and her prior
tugs, it would be worst this time. The user of now hairless young men and
women took Mordecai's hand, placed in on his ebony condom covered cock and
told him to "make me hard, white boy."

 His cock pressed against the silky softness of his sister's panties. He
realized for the first time, how comfortable panties could be, and like a
hidden crevasse in a snowfield, his cock began to grow. His nipples rested
in his sister's half-cup bra, slowly stimulating him from all the motion and
feeling the softness of the fabric. He got on his white stocking clad knees
feeling the scratchiness of the nylon material against his naked skin, his
panty clad ass rose in the air.

 Resting on the rapist's meaty dark chicken thighs, Mordecai closed his
eyes, practiced his breathing techniques, slowly began to swallow the
pulsating snake in front of him. Smelling the muskyness from the intruder's
balls and scrotum, he began to make meowing sounds, like a kitten
discovering a ball of string, and slowly covered the big but right for ass,
pussy, or virgin mouth fucking cock of the intruder.

 Coming up for air, he pulled the intruder's pants down farther which had
been put on to answer the door for a UPS delivery, hearing keys and coins
jingle like an approaching ice cream truck in order to suck his balls, lick
his ass, suck on his scrotum while wondering what would be done with his
ass. God, Mordecai felt, I never thought sex could be so good. I wonder what
it is like with a woman.

 Esther heard the intruder tell her to pull down faggot's panties, finger
fuck him, and insert this, as she felt a ribbed condom covered 8 inch soft
plastic black vibrating dildo 5 inches around be placed in her hand. She
slowly pulled down his panties again till only the crack of his ass was
exposed and his puckered hole clenched and unclenched from the stimulation
like a blowhole in Hawaii. His lubricated ass aroma filled her nostrils. She
wanted to fuck him again with the strap-on. It felt so good against her
plump swollen fuck button.

 She lubricated her gloved middle finger and cruelly plunged it in, still
thinking of all the times he had made her cook, even when she was sick from
endometrosis last quarter. He yelled in both pain and beginning pleasure.
She then slowly inserted the condom covered soon to be sticky and damp
vibrator into her brother's resisting ass, as the despoiler of young men
told him to push out as if he was on the toilet.

 Telling her to leave it in for 5 minutes after she got it in to give him
time to be a "good, little, faggot" and get used to it." With every effort
of resistance, she pushed harder, until she felt the vibrating dildo push in
and heard him moan, discovering the pleasure of a threeway like a wild
animal after its first kill as he felt the sensuality of a mouthful of hard
cock or cock-like in both orifices.

 Only his cock was untouched. It now tried to force itself out of her
stained moist from his pre-cum juices white silk panties. She had never
heard him act like this. Sometimes, late at night she would hear him
masturbate, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow until he came with
a groan and a whimper, but he was usually pretty quiet.

 Once, she had found one of her soiled panties in his room when getting his
laundry. He had said that he must have grabbed the wrong pile of laundry
thinking it was done. Now, she thought, she didn't know anything about him.
Hearing his sounds of pleasure, she thought it was as though he really liked
sucking a man's cock, a black man's cock at that while being fucked full in
the ass with a dildo. What would be next?

 Suddenly, Esther felt herself being dragged over. She tried to resist but
strong brown, coffee stained hands pulled down Mordecai's panties
completely, shoved her mouth over his eager, stiffening, ready to discharge
naked, never used before cock. Lying her on her back, she felt his hands
caress her breasts while a knowing, experienced furry bush rider above the
mouth and tongue began to explore where no man had gone before as the theme
song for "Star Trek" began to run through her head as she felt his tongue
taste her virgin pussy.

 She tried to protest this breach of contract but with one hand holding the
leash, controlling her virgin mouth, she could not. She tasted Mordecai's
salty virginal pre-cum, felt him begin to grow and swell like ocean waves in
anticipation of erupting into her Pele mouth while her own emotions and
lustiness began to stir like eddies on a Class V white water rapids.

 Now, the molester began to non-consensually play with her asshole. First,
licking her puckered opening after stretching Saran Wrap across it like a
vanilla ice cream cone on a hot Seattle day as she tried to mumble in
protest, savoring her musky, she-wolf like odor, then inserting a lubricated
condom-covered finger, gently, firmly while he sucked hard on her pussy,
tasting the bagel and lox she had earlier, sucking her hard the way she
would suck the cream cheese out of a blintz, a Jewish pastry, his tongue
whipped in and out of her inner red, engorged lips, wrapped itself around
the outer lips, thrusting into her like a well written poem or prayer until
she could no longer resist.

 Reluctantly, her fingers began to play with her little knob, stump of
pleasure, bringing back memories of necking with an old boyfriend in the
woods and the way she wanted him to satisfy and explode her with his thighs,
hands, fingers, and tongue.

 Drunk with horniness, her mind now alive with images of herself dancing,
stripping, exposing herself like a common liberated slut at the Lusty Lady,
a woman-run strip joint in Seattle (after reluctantly, like deciding to
masturbate on a regular basis to give in to her desires, going there one
evening for a friend's bridal shower), Esther slowly yielded to pleasure.
Her screams of pleasure filled her bedroom like the way certain key prayers
on a Sabbath morning would be shouted by the congregation and fill the
synagogue. She herself shouting, "Oh, god. Oh, god. Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh
(Holy, Holy, Holy). "

 She dripped in sweat from the first time as she lost her hand, mind, mouth,
ass, clit, and pussy virginities collectively from knowing fingers, cocks,
or something else. Mordecai stiffened, gasped in animal delight, like the
tomcat she saw last Summer on top of the other cat, and she felt something
thick and wet hitting the back of her mouth, filling the back of her throat
with a slightly virgin salty and sour pollen muskyness.

 She gulped from the unexpected amount, the strange tart smell and taste in
her mouth, and the stickyness on her tongue. Exploding again, from the
intruder's lubricated covered fingers raping her virgin ass, feeling the
quivering signaling the approach of high pleasure, moans becoming cries,
hips bucking widely like an unbroken horse of long ago, her ass muscles
clenched, as she finger fucked her pussy until her orgasm overwhelmed her
like a storm capsizing a boat on an open sea.

 Exhausted, dazed, gasping in her sweat, Esther turned away from the rapist.
He pulled out of Mordecai's now eager mouth and quickly took her doggy
style, impaling her like a caught Salmon, spanking her blushing rear end
further when she didn't respond.

 Holding the leash in her hands, after tying up her hands behind her back,
the intruder threw her on her stomach on the table. Restrained her feet to
the table legs as he shoved various religious objects on the table to the
floor. Roughly handling her breasts, he pulled her head back, thrusting his
tongue inside her moist top orifice. His mouth was warm and wet like an
odorless pussy.

 The defiler ordered her to "bark like a bitch, slut" Complying, Esther
looked at the lone passover seder plate teetering on the edge of the table
by her mouth, her naked breasts pressed against the sacrificial altar, and
felt his cock swell up inside of her like an incoming tide rushing through
Deception Pass further north. Glancing to the side, she noticed her father's
Tallit or prayer shawl hanging on the wall next to her.

 She howled like a trapped wolf captured in a hunter's snare, knowing that
its efforts to escape are useless. After all the molesting by the intruder,
waves of pleasure finally overtook her. She could no longer resist. Why had
she waited so long?, she wondered as the waves of pleasure overtook her like
the waves in Winter at Seaside would sometimes sweep an unsuspecting,
innocent victim out to sea, never to be seen again.

 Feeling the intruder stiffen, shout that he was coming, and Mordecai gulp
for breath as the cock was shoved back into his mouth. She heard the sound
of latex being removed. Mordecai gagged from the sudden smell of manjuices
pouring on his unsophisticated face. Moments went by. The room was filled
with deep breathing, like Spring waterfalls. Then, the rapist whispered to
her brother and passionately kissed him. Her brother unexpected responded in
kind, covering the uninvited guest's face with his fresh, moist, spent
manjuices, dripping like melting ice caves and red lipstick like virgin
blood. Esther was surprised by Mordecai's response.

 Mordecai's hands and feet strained to explore their new found freedom while
he fantasized being taken by Abraham, Sarah's always horny boyfriend who
once made, he thought a pass at him in high school gym. His mouth wanted to
taste more cock and pussy and puckered assholes. And for sexual safety, he
thought, let's keep it within the (Jewish) community.

 The intruder quickly released Mordecai's hands and feet. Before Esther
could react he tied her submissively with her hands behind her back and her
ankles crossed over and tied up together with day-old pantyhose. The
despoiler of virgins and Mordecai both began to spank her, hard with the
palm of their hands. The sound of hands slapping a sassy slut's ass filled
the room like the wings of pigeons taking off. Then Mordecai handed her
kinky despoiler a bread paddle. She felt it land, stinging like a sword on
her bottom, creating a rosy bottom the color of watered-down pizza sauce.

 "Why did you break your word? Why did you do it?" she cried? "We had a
deal." Tears of pleasure came to her eyes.

 "Too bad." he replied, "you naughty little virgin slut. Now you understand
why so many of my other victims don't report my training sessions. I mean,
can you imagine, telling your friends, you had an orgasm with your brother
in a threeway? That you were deliciously fucked by a black man or sucked off
your brother? But now it's time for you to get fucked by your brother. Fuck
her, faggot. Show me, that you're not one and a real man. And while you're
at it, cocksucker, blindfold her."

Sarah

 Suddenly, the house was filled with the sound of someone knocking at the
front door. Three knocks. Then two knocks. It was the secret knock Sarah and
Esther had arranged so either could enter each other's house using their
respective guest keys. Still tied, neither Esther or Mordecai could escape
to warn her not to come in. Quickly, stuffing a jockstrap and panties in
their respective mouths, the future despoiler of Sarah, exited the room and
hid behind the front door.

 Like before, he roughly grabbed Sarah from behind in her light Quickie (TM)
wheelchair as she entered, holding the cold blade of the knife against her
throat, feeling her tense up, shutting the door behind her, dragging and
pushing her into the darkened bedroom as she screamed in helpless terror.
Sarah's eyes grew wide with fright or was it lust, Esther thought as she
took on the scene in front of her. It was amazing what a little fear could
do.

 Mordecai was still cross dressed with traces of cum over his face like
partially snow covered moutain peaks showing that he had engaged in sex with
another man. Esther was tied hand and foot, her bare pussy exposed for Sarah
and the entire world to see or eat indicating that she was nothing more than
a common, horny slut or whore. Her squishy-wet cunt smell filled the room
for Sarah to smell and guess what she was doing that she had told Sarah she
wouldn't do until her wedding night. Esther wondered if they would still be
friends.

 Esther and Mordecai shivered from hearing the sound of tearing cloth and
Sarah's screams. The strong rapist lifted her out of her wheelchair while
her strong hands tried to hold on to the freedom chair. She lost. Throwing
Sarah on the bed, he soon roughly spread-eagled her and tied her limp legs
to the bedposts on her back. Her blonde hair soon became stained from the
droplets of manjuices which had dropped from both of the men onto the
queen-sized bed. Her body was clammy, damp from sweat of fear. He roughly
ripped off Sarah's clothes, popping buttons, feeling and hearing the sound
of dainty cotton undies being torn to shreds by his hands and knife as he
rushed to get to her plump, heaving with fear, 38D bodacious ta-tas, every
man's dream and particularly Abraham's and Mordecai's.

 Before she had lost 75 pounds and become a Police Officer, Sarah had
secretly danced and stripped on amateur's night, winning second place
several times with her friends from the Bent BBS at the Lusty Lady in
Seattle under Esther's name and social security number. Esther had often
fantasized after seeing Sarah perform about doing the same or being a
braless truck-stop waitress in short skirt and crothless panty lingerie
serving her famished customers any way they wanted. Esther heard Sarah plead
that she was on her period but it was to no avail. The jockstrap was
replaced with Sarah's moist like a foot in a mountain stream, musky like a
Spring meadow, juice-drenched panties.

 What is he planning to do, Esther and Sarah wondered? Before long after the
last item of clothing had fallen like Fall leaves, Sarah's despoiler went to
the bathroom to get the shaving cream and razor to make a new woman or girl
out of her. Esther could only look, helplessly, wishing she could hold
Sarah's soft hands as she watched Sarah changed back into a "little girl."

 Esther struggled to escape but the binding effect of the her own pantyhose
like her religious thoughts and beliefs trapped her. She heard Sarah protest
to do some unspecified thing and then agree when a threat of some sorts was
whispered into Sarah's ear. Esther's ass, pussy, mouth, and hands ached to
be filled. Realizing there was no escape, feeling the rapist's eyes trace a
line down her back to her moist ass and pussy, Esther relaxed on her knees,
her breasts resting on the bed waiting to be caressed, her ass and pussy
exposed for her brother or anyone to do with as s/he wished.

Bisexual Orgy

 She felt the velvet blackness encircle her eyes. Her brother's knowing
hands touched her slightly wet head hair, touched her aroused nipples,
probed her moist, musky ass, naked pussy with spread apart pussy lips, and
continued to caress her budding breasts. She heard the sounds of other
clothing being removed. Was it her brother or their guest?

 A condom clad cock began to probe her mouth while a mouth entertained her
pussy. Whose cock was it? She tasted the balls, feeling the nakedness,
encircled it with her mouth, probing it with her tongue. It felt cut. Her
brother's. The bastard, she thought. She tried to resist its invasion but
couldn't. Like a passionate lover's tongue, it plunged all the way back.

 She tried to close her legs, her thighs to the invasion of a knowing tongue
but it felt so good to be helpless, her naked pussy being molested. Then
unexpectedly, she felt her bounds being loosened. Condom covered cocks each
entered her waiting to be filled pussy and eager, lubricated, awaiting ass.

 Her hands were freed, like the slaves of Egypt, and the smell of a horny,
dry, menstruating woman filled Esther's nostrils. A knowing hand removed
Sarah's panties from her mouth only to replace them with the real thing on
top of her pulsating tongue and wanting to be kissed, passionately lips. Her
tongue felt the little white string as Sarah slowly juiced up like a river
in Spring.  She felt herself moved on top of Sarah. They felt each other's
breasts caress their respective belly's. Feeling Sarah's virgin tongue
against her clit, resisting it, then feeling her naked pussy lips begin to
be expertly sucked by lips while her love button was nibbled with by Sarah's
inside penis.

 Shocked, but turned on, she reached down with her hands to caress Sarah's
breasts. She had always wanted to make love to her best friend. Now she had
her chance and an excuse. Feminine hands began to caress her breasts in
return and sometimes slid downward too help her along with her arriving
orgasm, like the prophet Elijah, a figure to Jewish mythology who always
arrives to help the downtrodden when people need him.

 She felt Sarah's clit harden and begin to come beneath her mouth as both
the intruder and Mordecai unexpectedly pushed her aside and took over,
sharing the road so to speak. Feeling Sarah's partially limp body embrace
her, Sarah's strong, well-exercised hands and arms pulled Esther towards her
like a flower attracting a bee. Each grabbed one of the other's breasts,
caressing it softly, nipple became firm in the hand.

 Esther fondled Sarah's ass with her other hand while Sarah's thighs
alternatively squeezed the intruder's and Mordecai's flushed faces. Esther
felt Sarah rub against her lubricated, woman-juiced, smeared cheeks. Sarah
cried out, in approaching orgasm, begged Esther not to stop now while her
38D breasts moved rapidly and her breathing became more ragged, her face and
chest more flushed.

 Finally, she heard Sarah moan, change to a deep muffled groan, feel Sarah's
body stiffen as her mouth returned to Sarah's sticky clit, pushed against
the twin peaks inside her, felt the cocks in her pussy and ass stiffen,
become more hard than before, and both condoms felt more lubricated on the
inside from the sudden eruptions inside the latex lava tubes. Esther's
swollen round clit, like a rosebud, unfolded as she rode Sarah's gasping
tongue, waiting to be plucked, and became more sensitive as she felt her
second orgasm approach. It was like having a finger swirling in the
erogenous zones of her brain. She no longer knew what she knew, felt, or was
taught.

 She tried to be quiet, but it was futile as not hearing the customary sound
of a wrapped glass being broken at the conclusion of a Jewish wedding and
wanting to shout "Mazel Tov" (congratulations), anyway. Sarah pushed her
girl-lips up to her, filling her mouth with erupting womanjuices, tasting
softly like the red wine she had consumed before wheeling over.

 "Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming." Esther yelled.
Screams shattering her glass of morals, breaking her free finally from her
repression. Her chest became flush with lust. Hands, now free like the
slaves of Egypt embraced Sarah's ass willingly. Holding her roundish globes
like carrying Torah scrolls during Simhat Torah (when the religious law was
given to the Jewish people and people celebrate once a year by dancing
around the synagogue with the scrolls like a lover's body). Finger fucking
Sarah's clenching asshole while a knowing tongue explored hers. Then eating
her ass with her spying tongue as she felt a third eruption of her pleasure.
And wishing neither was around to hear her. Damm her brother. She was going
to get even.

 But the molester had other ideas. Turning Esther over on her stomach, she
felt a wetness trace its way on her ass. The smell of permanent magic marker
filled the room. It seemed like he was writing something. On her ass.
Showing her a mirror after temporarily removing the blindfold of submission
or obedience, she noticed the word "lesbo slut" on one cheek. Embarrassed,
she hung her face in her hands until the rapist told her, "Now, you can turn
the other cheek." and saw on the other, "submissive slut". Then the intruder
returned her to darkness as tears came to her once virgin eyes.

 At least, Sarah remarked afterwards, he didn't do "bloodsports" on you.
Cutting the words or lewd pictures on the outer layer of skin, then spanking
her still rosy behind with a protected, gloved hand or pink paddle from Toys
R Us until the skin "broke" and blood filled the traced, cut lines creating
the words or obscene pictures.

 After taking a few pictures (she felt the camera flash through the black
cloth) of the three of them together, nude and bound, the rapist told her he
was leaving a few toys for the both or all three of them to play with now
that they were so well acquainted and suggested they might want to look at
her and Mordecai's birth certificates in the upper right drawer of her late
parent's dresser located in her parent's old room, now Mordecai's.

Discovery and Redemption/Mistress Lilith
(The Fourth Cup of Wine)

 In a few minutes, Mordecai was able to untie them both and remove the
blindfold. She let Sarah massage her sore muscles and outer pussy lips.
Leaving the room, Mordecai who still hadn't removed Esther's lingerie went
to get the certificates. Sarah repositioned herself back in her wheelchair
and went to the bathroom. Esther helped her as their house was not modified.

 When they returned, Sarah, looked at Mordecai and Esther a second time,
smacked her lips, looked at them in lust, and rubbed her clit with her
breast sweat soaked hand. She imagined what future Jewish Sabbath (when one
was expected to make love to one's partner) would bring if she was right
about them. The room reeked of hot, sweaty sex and gender juices, and the
love that once dared not speak its name would now not shut up.

 Looking at the certificates and a opened letter addressed to Moses which
Mordecai had found by now, they discovered that the birth certificates
indicated that they were not brother and sister but first cousins. Jewish
law did not prohibit first cousins from becoming involved. Esther and
Mordecai's fathers were brothers. The latter had died with his wife in a
Corvair car crash shortly after the Gulf of Tompkin resolution was passed
leaving behind a brown-eyed, black haired newborn for his brother to raise.

 The letter was from Akia to Moses shortly before they left on their trip to
give birth to Hannah in Israel. She'd given it to her mother to give to
Moses if anything happened to her. But with all the gloom after her death,
the letter had been misplaced and only recently had been passed on when
Akia's mother saw him at a Bon Odori celebration in the International
District last Summer and remembered it with Passover approaching.

 In the letter, dated 9 days before her demise, Akia told Moses that she
knew of his relationship with his former dominatrix now submissive
girlfriend, the special phone calls, and approved because "she gives you
something I can't or have no interest in" and "if anything happens to me, I
want you to remarry someone who give you both, maybe even that Esther woman
whose Bat Mitzvah we attended and conceived Hannah following. Now she has
piss and vinegar." The letter was still moist from Moses's tears, finally
realizing that he had nothing to feel guilty over.

 Picking up one of the toys, a three foot long black leather whip, left
behind by the rapist, Esther smiled then changed her expression to a more
severe dominant one, while looking at her "brother" in a different set of
eyes. Snapping it in imitation of Indiana Jones movies she had seen, letting
it land on his bare ass, still covered by her stained garter belt and
panties put back on, drawing red lines and marks as he screamed in pain and
delight from the well-deserved whipping.

 "On your knees, you little faggot," she shouted at Mordecai. "From now on,
you're calling me "Mistress Lilith. You'll leave the seat down, make dinner,
and do all the shopping. It's time you submitted to my needs, your sissy
cross dressing faggot slut! Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you with a bigger
dildo in your ass for what you did to me today and all these years!" Her
nostrils flared in anger and demonic lust like Lilith, Adam's first wife who
was turned into a demon and expelled from Eden for wanting to be equal and
refusing to submit to Adam. "Do you understand?"

 "Does that include Sarah and Abraham, her boyfriend?" he meekly inquired
then remembering her new name added, "Mistress Lilith?". His eyes roved up
and down Sarah's body, resting on her 38D breasts, and glancing at her moist
fur. He lewdly wondered if Sarah had any feeling in her pleasantly
erotically plump ass or what she tasted like. Tuna fish was his favorite.
Followed by earth musk.

 Finding herself saying "Yes," Sarah was surprised by his remark as his
roving eyes rested on her hanging breasts. Ever since the auto accident, she
didn't think men noticed her anymore as a woman, much less wanted her,
sexually. She could still feel sexually.

 However, two crushed tibias meant she wouldn't be able to walk until  her
rehabilitation was done. In spite of the kind way the department and her
friends had treated her, even Esther, she had felt as if she was a leper of
old. Like a black woman, she felt invisible in a white, male, able-bodied
society. As a result, she had given up wanting to be someone's wife or even
a real girlfriend or lover.

 This was certainly a pleasant surprise, she thought. After the accident,
Abraham who had been driving, sometimes had to be coerced into making love
to her. Which was never long enough as far as she was concerned. But lately
things had gotten better. The week before she felt herself come underneath
his mouth, tongue wriggling like a Salmon swimming upstream to spawn while
he impaled her with his hairless member in her speaking cave. "Hmm," she
thought smiling, rubbing her clit against her hand, "maybe he could use a
little discipline. and two men in the hands is worth one in the bush."

 Perhaps, Sarah thought, Moses (the African-American Jewish intruder) could
be persuaded to pay another arranged visit should Mordecai fail to learn his
lesson, Sarah thought. She was surprised that Esther had gotten up the
courage after the last date after Moses bowed out due to Mordecai's
interference to propose the scene. More surprising, was Moses's whispering
to her that Mordecai had answered one of his personal ads in the Alternative
section of the Stranger for afternoon domination and submission quickies
which is how all of this got set up. Furthermore, Mordecai had always known
about his and Esther's true relationship, hence his behavior.

 But after all three of them met by accident at Beth Shalom, Sarah's
synagogue for a Purim service. It was known to be queer-friendly like Eitz
Or, Beth Am, Temple De Hirsch-Sinai, and Tikvah Chadasha. Esther talked
extensively to him and explained the real situation with Mordecai.
Sometimes, in love, she said, the first casualty is the truth. Soon, his
eyes lit up in understanding. He told her Mordecai had told him he didn't
want Moses dating his sister and Esther wasn't comfortable with Moses
sexually after the last date. Quickly, all three plotted their revenge.

 Bending his knees as if doing the concluding prayer of the Sabbath morning
service prayer. the Aleneiu, Moses professed his love for Esther. Told her
why he had been heisitant to go further with her, (why) asked her to marry
him, to enter the land of Israel together, and passionately probed her mouth
with his wriggling tongue doing the lambada after she said "Ken, l'dodi
(Yes, my beloved, (I will do the Chuppah) with you)" as she xplained her
fears (sex). He wondered if a mobius strip made of gold could serve as a
ring. Two or more surfaces merging into one. Reflecting his plural
motivation. She wondered if both would dance around the other indicating
their subservience and allow her some choice in the ring design, something
different.

 Moses or Moishe to his friends wasn't what you would normally meet at shul
(synagogue). With a Sefardic (Spanish-speaking) Jewish mother (who didn't
believe in circumcism) and a Tuskogee Airman (African-American) father), he
was always asked if he was a JTC (convert or Jew By Choice), particularly
when he stripped at the JCC (Jewish Community Center) gym on Mercer Island
after work as an executive assistant where he was used to being the only man
in the office. And remembered to leave the seat down in the communal
bathroom in the group house he shared with 5 others.

 Sarah was quite pleased with the outcome of the "rape" particularly finding
out that Mordecai had answered one of his considerate biJM seeking woman or
couple ads in the local swinger magazines and arranging the "rape" around
it. Caller ID did have its usefulness. For a P.K. (preacher's kid), he was a
surprise, a pleasant surprise. And he's even on the Alternative and Bent bbs
systems, she had discovered as Peter Sellers Double 522 and Switchable Yento
450 respectively. She had even read some of his posts. They were pretty hot.
He knew how to write erotica and pornography. He had a male and female bent.

 Especially when you considered that he was biracial, bisexual, religious
(even kept Kosher), was part of the leather (D/S, B/D, spanking, erotic role
play) scene, found out he was Jewish when he was 21 and returned on his own
volition, and had no problem balancing the different worlds with each other.
Any of which would have been dayenu, sufficient by themselves just as as
they would soon say in the upcoming service that any one of the ten plagues
would have been sufficient by themselves. Definitely better than expected,
she murmured as she smiled and licked her pussy, asshole, breast, and cock
hungry lips and wishing someone's hands were fondling her ass like Esther's,
Moses, or Abraham, her lover since high school.

 She wondered what else she didn't know about Esther. Well, I guess, she
thought thinking how previous Passover Seders have been revelations for
Esther, all of us are going to be talking about this Passover, she thought.
And if she doesn't, I going to tie her up and spank her her greedy, horny
slut ass until she does."

 Looking at a now, very comfortable, feminized Mordecai, she wondered what
if be like to have 3 men, one in her very eager hungry mouth and the others
in her still lubricated pussy and easily spreadable ass or eating Esther
while two engaged in double penetration in both orifices. Maybe, Esther
would like a threeway as well, she thought.

 Thinking of the previous question from Mordecai regarding all of them
getting together for group sex, safe group sex as all three were all virgins
until this day, Sarah stated, "I think that could be arranged. Particularly,
if it's all three or four of us as she glanced over at her best woman
friend. I'd love to do a forced gang-bang."

 "Maybe we could even form a group marriage or polyfidelity-type
relationship described in the Torah, (the Jewish Bible) since we're all such
good friends. I wouldn't mine sharing Esther with Abraham and training him
like Mordecai." Esther smiled as she thought of the times she had
masturbated and embraced her moist pillow imagining that Abraham's face was
between her legs opening them like Armoire doors, molesting her with his
soft whispers, caressing hands, hot, trainable tongue, and probing,
piercing, nimble fingers of all kinds while Moses roughly fucked her face
and Sarah plunged her pussy over her thrusting tits.

 Sarah wheeled herself over to the bed, lifted herself out of her freedom
chair, rolled herself over onto the bed next to Esther and embraced her
whispering "you horny slut secretly wanting me and 3 men". Esther murmured
back "horny, religious slut, mind you", playfully spanking Sarah's feeling
ass skin, and returned the embrace with lewd enthusiasm, no longer worrying
about how she was going to address the issue with a future male lover. There
was something to be said for honesty.

 Caressing each other, they both thought how they could have some quick fun
maybe using some of the buttplugs left behind by Moses before taking a quick
shower (or be daring and not take one at all and make everyone wonder)
before going over in 18 minutes (the required amount of time to light candle
to signify the beginning of a Jewish festival or holiday) to Felony's house
(Sarah's uncle) for a different kind of liberation dinner. Or be fashionably
late an half an hour or so. The dinner never began on time, Jewish time
anyway.

 Neither thought that Mordecai would be coming this year, but one never
knew. Esther wondered how he would react when he saw Moses and her together
for the first time at the Seder, sitting together. Up until today, she had
thought that they had never physically met, only talked on the phone. On all
their dates, Moses had met her after work or at the Northeast library.

 Somehow, she didn't think he minded from the way he was making goo-goo eyes
at Sarah and asking her about Abraham. Pulling each other closer, Sarah and
Esther kissed each other wondering what it would be like to be tit-fucked by
the other's nipples, intimately, bonded, their bisexual tongues thrusting,
doing the mambo while they both obscenely ran their hands on each other's
rounded buttocks, budding breasts, and soon to be flushed bodies. Sarah ran
her hand along the length of Esther's flushed body, tracing the curve of her
breasts, flat terrain of her stomach, warm flesh of her inner wanting to be
parted again inner thighs as Esther laid there allowing her to touch her,
wanting her to touch her, wanting to recipricate, to feel vulerable..

 Mordecai watched thinking of the peephole he had installed last month
between his room and hers. The times he had watched her masturbate late at
night. Seeing Sarah pressing herself firmly against his now first cousin.
Running one hand on his stiffening panties while the other caressed his now
red disciplined flogged ass. Imagining Sarah's boyfriend Abraham taking him
orally, plunging deeply like a drill seeking water while Moses fucked him in
his cross dressed slut ass.

 Never realizing that receiving a flogging could be so much pleasure as he
rubbed his glowing backside, Mordecai dreamed that Sarah swallowed his
thick, hairless member like a popsicle. In turn, he shared Abraham with her
alternating eating them both. Eating her reciprocating naked, hairless, clit
with its little mountain on top thinking "bottoms up". Tongue fucking her
puckered ass to prepare it for a later rosebud opening.

 "What would it be like," he wondered, "to be in the middle of an oreo
cookie threeway." A a single drop of dripping manjuice lubricated his ass in
anticipation. Sounds of lust began between the women. "Hmm," he thought.
"I'll have what they're having." The air began to reek of the sweet scent of
discharged sex like the air after a lightning strike. The Passover holiday
of liberation like D-days of old formally began as the sun set dimly like an
Havdalah candle of 3 or 4 wicks, signifying the end of the Sabbath was
extinguished into a filled Kiddush cup of wine. Light was transformed into
shadows and 4 doves flew by overhead as if recently liberated.







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