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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
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Please pardon the lengthy header.
BitBard has informed me of several more missing stories from earlier in 1996.
These did
not appear in Celeste's Cumulative Monthly List posted in late July, since
that list
began with March. The additional "missing" stories are from January and
February, 1996.
As before, I'll repost those I have in my archive with a request to others to
try to
locate the remaining ones. My new batch of found stories includes:
Dark Nights I {jash}
Paying the Price {Javahead}
Thanksgiving 1-3 {Tom}
Snowbound {A. Van Peebles}
Hot on the Trail - Who in the World is Celeste802? {Backrub + Tammy Ng}
A Guest of Celeste {Ted}, part 2 of 2 only
Previously reposted:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
STILL MISSING:
(Note: I'm a couple of days behind on reading this newsgroup, so some of these
may have been posted by others.)
Natalie by Daniel Shechori
Carol & Tom by Nom de Plume
A Guest of Celeste by Ted, Part 1
Making a Splash by I Robert
Dispensation of Grace by Horangi, Parts 1,2
Under the Table by DOLFAN353
'D' Is for Driving by Dulcinea (I can't BELIEVE I'm missing a Dulcinea
story!)
Zipless Fuck by Doug
Two final notes:
1. Don't bother asking me to send you stories. I won't. I might make an
exception for FOC'ers (Friends of Celeste).
2. I've included the original headers for historical purposes if I have them.
Many of the addresses are invalid by this date.
Best,
Titmouse
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[1] AVP: New Story "Snowbound"
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The following story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts. This
is intended for an adult audience that wishes to read about such
things. If you are under the age of twenty-one or if such a story would
violate the standards of acceptability in your community, please do not
read any further.
I welcome comments and constructive criticism. Please email them to me
or post them to alt.sex.stories.d.
The following is a work of fiction. The characters are fictional and
any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental.
The author grants permission to duplicate and distribute this story so
long as the distributor charges no fees, does not alter the story in
any way, and includes this notice with all copies. Permission is also
granted to include this story in any archives, so long as the above
conditions are met.
Snowbound
by A. Van Peebles
Copyright (C) 1996 by the author
"Dr. Lombardi, it's your wife on line two, and your four-thirty
canceled. You have no more appointments scheduled for today."
"Thanks, Margaret," I said to the receptionist. Then picking up
the phone, "Hey, Cath. What's up?
"I'm in St. Louis. The airport here just closed due to the snow.
My flight from L.A. made it in to here, but my connecting flight is
canceled. I'm stuck here, at least for tonight."
"Damn. Well, I guess it can't be helped. Anything I can do for
you?"
"No, I'm staying at an airport hotel. I'll call with the number
later. Karen is having some friends over for a slumber party tonight.
Do you think you can manage?"
"No problem. Fifteen-year-olds are pretty self-sufficient," I
said, even though being alone in a house full of giggling, teenage
girls was my idea of purgatory. "That is, if you think you can trust me
alone with a bunch of nubile young girls," I teased.
"Sure. You're not that much of a stud," she teased back. "You'll
have to go to the grocery store. We don't have that much in the
refrigerator."
"Anything else?"
"Just that I love you."
"I love you, too."
I looked out the window and realized that it was snowing steadily
now. Two inches had accumulated already.
I buzzed Margaret. "What's on the docket for tomorrow?"
"The hospital called and rescheduled tomorrow's surgery for two
weeks from now. They are canceling all elective surgery due to the
snow. That was the only thing on your calendar."
"Have you notified the patient?"
"Yes, disappointed but understanding."
"Okay, I'm leaving early. I have to go to the grocery store. I
have a house full of teenagers this weekend."
"Lucky you."
* * *
The store was mobbed. What was it about snow that made the city
go wild? All the milk was gone by the time I got there, as well as most
of the bread. The people had also made a good dent in the store's
supply of toilet paper. I spent forty-five minutes in the check-out
line, and another two inches had accumulated by the time I left the
store. As I started the car, the weatherman on the radio raised the
prediction from eight inches to twelve.
My cellular phone rang.
"Hey, Daddy."
"What is it Karen? I've already been to the store, and if I
didn't buy it, I'm not going back to get it."
"No, I was just wondering if you could pick up Allison. Her
parents don't want to drive her over in the snow, but you should be
going right by her place."
"Where does she live?"
"112 Terrace. You should know that; you've taken her home from
swimming practice lots of times."
"Oh, that Allison. Sure, I go right by. Any other of your friends
you want me to pick up?"
"No, just Allison. Cheryl and Susan are walking over. Oh, and Mom
called. She's stuck in St. Louis."
"I know, we talked too. I'll be home in ten minutes, providing
Allison is ready. Bye."
"Bye."
Allison was ready, running out of the house as soon as I turned
into the drive.
"Hi, Dr. Lombardi," she said as soon as the car door was closed.
"Thanks for the ride."
"No problem." I turned to her as I said it, and was rewarded with
a wonderful smile. Allison was my favorite of Karen's friends. She was
by far the prettiest, stunningly beautiful actually. Much prettier,
even, than Karen, and I see Karen through a father's adoring eyes. She
was bright and more mature than most fifteen-year-olds. While she had
the looks to be a model, she had once told me that she wanted to be a
doctor and we had a long talk about the medical profession. I remember
being struck with how perceptive her questions were.
Even though Allison had been ready, my prediction was way off the
mark. It took us twenty-five minutes to get home. The side streets were
treacherous, and the car was sliding all over. At one point, I
completely lost control and the car slid down a hill sideways.
Miraculously, I didn't hit anything and we came to a stop at the
bottom.
I looked over at Allison to see if she was all right, and her
face was covered with a big grin and her eyes flashed with excitement.
The fear that always follows a close call in a car disappeared. I
laughed and apologized. Then, I put the car back into gear, and we
drove the rest of the way without incident, but not without a bit more
sliding.
When we got home, a disaster was in the making. Domino's would
not deliver in the snow, and the girls just had to have pizza. I made
the situation worse by calling Karen, "Kitten," my pet name for her,
mortifying her in front of her friends. Heroically, I managed to save
the day by producing the ingredients for homemade pizza from the
grocery bags, and the "Kitten" incident was quickly forgotten.
Making the pizza was fun. The girls did most of the work, and I
kibitzed and flirted with Karen's friends. I suppose my presence
embarrassed Karen a bit because there were a few "Oh, Daddy!"s out of
her, but she didn't seem to mind too much. After dinner, the girls
disappeared upstairs into Karen's room, and I went into my study to
read.
My reading was interrupted with the sound of a crash. The girls
had been having a pillow fight, prematurely because I had always
believed the slumber party pillow fight was supposed to be scheduled
after lights out, and Allison had taken a tumble down some stairs. She
was sitting on the landing, holding her ankle, tears in her eyes.
I delivered the usual rebukes about rough-housing to the
assembled girls while I examined Allison's ankle. It didn't appear to
be broken, probably just twisted, at worst a sprain. She had full range
of motion in the joint, although not without pain.
I helped her to stand, and then with her left arm over my
shoulders and my right around her waist, I helped her back up the
stairs and into my bedroom. She was wearing some kind of perfume; it
smelled pleasant. As we moved I became aware that her left breast was
pressed against my rib cage; that was pleasant as well. My hand rested
on her hip, and I marveled at her slim waist and the wonderful curve of
her hip.
Allison sat on the edge of the bed. I took off her shoe and sock
and told her to roll up the leg of her jeans so I could put a bandage
on it.
"I think they are too tight to roll up."
I looked, and noticed that they were indeed very tight. They
could have been painted on. Her shapely calf was clearly displayed.
"All right, then you'll have to take them off."
"Take them off? In front of you?"
"I'm a doctor. You don't have anything I haven't seen a thousand
times already, and don't worry, I won't watch you undress." I went into
the bathroom to find an Ace bandage. I gave her some extra time to
finish taking off the jeans before emerging from the bathroom. I sat on
the floor at her feet and started wrapping the ankle.
The skin of her legs was soft, like a child's. The shape of her
legs, though, was that of a woman. She sat with her legs slightly
spread, and I could see her white, cotton panties which covered the
mound of her vulva. A few wisps of hair poked out through the elastic.
I glanced up at her face, framed by disheveled, light-brown hair. Her
eyes were soft with tears, and she was biting her lower lip against the
pain.
I felt the blood begin to flow to my penis and the beginnings of
an erection. I forced myself to focus on the medical task at hand, to
be professional. It had been a long time since I was distracted by a
pretty patient, not since I was a resident. Pretty women often
distracted me, but not while I was treating them. What made it worse
was that she was only fifteen and my daughter's best friend.
When I was done with the bandage, I went up into the attic to
find the crutches I used after my last skiing accident. By the time I
returned, Allison was dressed and trying to hobble about the room. I
adjusted the crutches to her height, gave her a large dose of ibuprofen
for the pain, and told her to keep weight off of the ankle and to let
me know if it started to swell. I got a kiss on the cheek for a reward.
* * *
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. The snow kept
falling; the predictions had been upped again to eighteen inches. There
was the expected giggling and slumber party noises from Karen's room
and the TV room, but no one else took a header down the stairs.
I had decreed "lights out" at midnight, and no more pillow
fights. The talking and giggling continued for some time after that,
but I didn't really care.
Around one o'clock, I clicked off Conan O'Brien and decided to go
to bed. I stopped in the living room and looked out the front window at
the snow. The neighborhood was almost unrecognizable. The road had not
been plowed yet and the neighbors' cars were just white humps along the
side of the road.
I heard a noise on the stairs and turned. It was Allison, hopping
down the stairs on her good leg, banister in one hand, crutches in the
other.
"What are you doing up?" I asked.
"I came down to get a drink." She moved across the room, stood
next to me, and looked out the window. She was wearing a short, white
nightgown. It came down to her mid-thigh, her perfect legs extending
out of the bottom. The gown was also low cut in the chest, placing her
fifteen-year-old breasts on display. They were not large, but were
round and firm and perfectly formed. She looked vaguely angelic in the
white gown, but like an angel that was about to taste the fruit of the
tree of knowledge.
"It's beautiful."
"It sure is," I replied, not taking my eyes off of her.
We stood there for a few moments, Allison looking out the window,
and me looking at Allison. Then she turned, looked up at me and smiled.
She then leaned over and put her arm around me and her head against my
chest.
"Thanks for having us over. I'm having a lot of fun, despite the
ankle."
"You're welcome. I'm always happy to have Karen's friends over."
Pleasant as it was, I realized this had gone far enough. I had to stop
this before I did something irretrievably stupid. "How about that
drink? I think there is some juice in the fridge. We ought to save
what's left of the milk for breakfast."
After getting Allison some juice and helping her back up the
stairs, I went into my bedroom, stripped down to my underwear and went
into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and tried to convince
myself that I was normal, that there was nothing wrong with being
aroused by a beautiful, fifteen-year-old. She was a young woman, not a
child. I didn't do anything to take advantage of her. This was healthy.
Well, maybe not healthy, but natural. It did not make me a pedophile,
or at least that is what I tried to convince myself of. The next choice
would be a cold shower or masturbation. I prescribed the latter.
I was already semi-erect, and my cock sprung to full size at the
first touch. As I stroked, I imagined that Allison came into the
bathroom, wearing that nightgown. Wordlessly, she knelt before me, put
her hands on my hips and took me into her mouth. I looked down and I
saw her take all of my cock into her mouth. She looked up at me,
engaging me with those piercing blue eyes. She let my cock slip out of
her mouth, and grasping it around the base, ran her tongue around the
head, all the while looking into my eyes. She then smiled and tilted
her head to take my balls into her mouth.
I ran my finger around my balls, pretending it was her tongue.
Then I resumed the stroking of my cock. In my fantasy, she continued
sucking for a while, using her tongue expertly along the underside of
my cock.
Not wanting this to end too quickly, I grasped her head and
gently stopped her sucking. I raised her up until she was standing
before me; then I leaned down and kissed her. She responded eagerly,
sliding her tongue between my lips. As we kissed, I ran my hands under
the nightgown and along her body. Her skin was soft, but firm. Her
belly was flat, smooth and taut, baby fat gone, adult fat yet to come.
I ran my hands up and grasped her breast. I ran my fingers across
the nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Allison shuddered when I
touched the nipple and broke our kiss.
"That feels wonderful, Dr. Lombardi."
"You just sucked my cock. You'd better call me Alan."
"OK, Alan."
"Allison, I'm not sure..."
"Alan?"
"Yes."
"I want you to fuck me," she said, boring a hole into my head
with those blue eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Alan. I want you, more than anything."
I led her into the bedroom, and lifted off her nightgown, tossing
it aside. She stood before me, half girl-half woman, naked and
beautiful. Her breasts, small and perfect, capped with erect nipples.
Her smooth stomach. Her amazingly thin waist and the gentle curve of
her hips. The wisps of hair that covered her mons.
We kissed again; this time she was aggressive, shoving her tongue
deep into my mouth and scratching my chest with her nails. We fell onto
the bed, the fall breaking our embrace.
I started kissing her throat, and moved down from there until I
reached her breasts. I took one, then the other, into my mouth, at
first sucking and then twirling my tongue around her nipple. Then I
slid further down, past her navel, until I was between her legs and
that sweet-sour musk filled my nostrils.
I licked, tentatively at first, up and down her labia. She was
already slick. I tried a quick stab of my tongue at her clitoris. She
yelped and clamped her thighs around my ears.
I looked up and she looked down. Her blue eyes, glazed over,
tried in vain to lock onto mine.
"That feels wonderful, Alan. No one has ever done that to me
before."
I smiled and continued my work until she was shaking, violently
shoving her hips into my face.
I moved back on top of her and kissed her deeply. She broke the
kiss and took my earlobe into her mouth, tugging it with her teeth.
"Fuck me, Alan. I want you inside me," she rasped into my ear.
I positioned myself at the entrance to her vagina, and slowly
pushed forward, not wanting to hurt her. She was tight, tighter than
any woman I had ever felt, but I entered smoothly. I wondered if she
were a virgin; I could not tell. The doubt excited me more than if I
knew she was.
Allison tossed her head back, eyes closed, and moaned.
I started thrusting, and she began gyrating her hips, matching my
thrusts. She brought her head forward and opened her eyes. Her blue
stare had a fiendish intensity as she stared deep into mine, bucking
her hips all the while.
I could not hold back much longer. I closed my eyes and started
thrusting violently. Our movements mismatched, I slid out of her. I
fumbled to try and reinsert myself, but she was quicker. She darted
down and again took my cock into her mouth.
I shot my load all over the bathroom tile, but in my mind's eye
it was down Allison's throat. She swallowed it all, except for a drop
of semen which ran down the side of her chin. She brought her hand to
her face, cleaned the semen off her chin, and then licked her finger
clean, all the while staring up at me with those eyes of hers.
I cleaned up the tile and went to bed.
* * *
In the morning, the girls fixed their own breakfast; then three
of the girls went sledding. Allison stayed behind because of her ankle.
I headed out into the snow to shovel the driveway. It needed it, and I
did not completely trust myself in the house alone with Allison.
There was a lot of snow, but it was dry and light. It took me
about two hours to clear the driveway and path, and by that time my
lower back was stiff and burning. I really should buy a long-handled
snow shovel.
Once inside, I shed my boots and coat and realized that I was
soaking wet with sweat. A critical choice faced me, a shower or lunch?
Hunger won out. I quickly got out of my wet clothes, changing into
sweat pants and a T-shirt and headed into the kitchen to make a
sandwich.
In the kitchen I dropped a knife, Allison must have heard me
moaning as I tried to bend over and pick it up; the pain in my back was
excruciating. She hobbled into the kitchen.
"What's the matter Dr. L?"
"Just a stiff back from shoveling."
"Would you like a massage? I give them to my Dad all the time.
I'm pretty good at it."
"No, thanks. It'll be better in about an hour."
"Come on. You fixed my ankle, let me fix your back. It'll feel
great."
That was what I was afraid of, but she kept pleading, and finally
I relented. I had a day bed in my study that was the closest thing to a
massage table in the house. Allison led the way. We must have been
quite a sight with her limp and my gasps of pain with each step.
I lay face down on the day bed with my hands folded under my
head. I closed my eyes and Allison climbed up and straddled me, her
bottom lightly resting on mine. Allison started in on my shoulders.
"Oh, you are really tense. All knotted up. Too bad I don't have
any massage oil, but I'll have to make do." She leaned forward so she
could bear down harder. Her hair hung down and tickled the back of my
neck, and I could feel her breath on my cheek. I could also feel a
raging hard-on developing.
Gradually, she moved her ministrations lower, working my shoulder
blades and down my sides.
"You are kind of sweaty."
"Sorry, it's from the shoveling. I guess I should have showered
first."
"Don't worry. I don't mind. In fact, it's kind of sexy." She
giggled. "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have said that."
"Just massage. No comments from the peanut gallery."
I didn't know which felt better, the relief from the back pain or
her hands kneading my flesh and her hot breath on the back of my neck.
Also, every time she shifted her weight, her crotch rubbed back and
forth across my butt. My penis screamed for relief, but it was pressed
hard against my stomach and got none.
Allison got off the couch, moved behind me, and started massaging
my legs. I was glad that my penis was pressed up against my stomach and
not extending down into one of my pant legs for her to find.
"Roll over and I'll do your front."
That I could not do. In my loose fitting sweat pants, I would
pitch a circus tent. There had been nothing overtly sexual about her
massage, but my penis felt like it was at least an inch longer than it
usually got.
"Thanks, Allison, but no. My back is one hundred percent better.
I'll just lay here and try to nap."
"OK, Dr. L. See you later."
* * *
I managed to avoid Allison for the rest of the day. The other two
girls left around three, and Allison's parents came by to pick her up
around four o'clock. Before she left, she sought me out to thank me for
"fixing" her ankle and having her over. I remember looking into her
eyes as she thanked me and realizing that her eyes were brown. I had
thought they were blue. I guess I was not that observant. It disturbed
me since I had been looking at her all weekend.
* * *
At about eight o'clock on Sunday, I heard a car in the drive. I
walked into the foyer and Catherine, my wife, was coming through the
door.
She set her bags down, and I took her into my arms and kissed her
hard.
"Well, somebody missed me," she said when we came up for air. We
kissed again.
"Oh, gross! PDA," said Karen behind us. "God, my own parents
slobbering over one another. You're worse than the teenagers in
school."
"It's nice to see you, too, Dear," replied my wife.
"I'm going over to Cheryl's to watch a video," announced Karen.
"School night. Be back by ten," reminded Catherine.
"But, it's eight now. The video won't be over by ten."
"Ten thirty," I said.
Karen sighed, and left, kissing her mom on the cheek as she left.
"You're getting generous in your old age," joked Catherine.
"Generous? I am being completely self-serving. I just bought us
another thirty minutes of being alone together."
"Oh, I see what you're up to. Poor man. Cooped up in a house
filled with, how did you put it, 'nubile, young girls.' No wonder
you're so eager. Let me get cleaned up. I have a surprise for you. Meet
me in the bedroom in twenty minutes."
* * *
Twenty minutes later, I was lying on the bed and Catherine
emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a low-cut, white nightgown
that came down to the middle of her thigh.
"Believe it or not, there is a Victoria's Secret store in the St.
Louis airport."
She spun around, modeling it for me, not realizing that I had
seen it just last night. It fit Catherine better, though. It was
designed for a woman with larger breasts, and Cath filled it out
nicely. Somehow, it did not look angelic on her; it looked damned hot.
She slid in bed next to me. As we kissed, I ran the back of my
hand along her cheek. Her skin was soft, but not firm like a
teenager's; it was yielding instead. She took my finger into her mouth,
sucking on it and looking up into my eyes.
I then realized that those piercing, blue eyes about which I had
fantasized did not belong to Allison; they belonged to my Catherine.
END
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