Message-ID: <7253eli$9803251554@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: [removed at request of author] Subject: Story: Keri's request (Mf, nc, anal, rape, humil) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6fbioe$lcj$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Here's chapter one. Thought I had posted it, but must not have gone through. E-mail for reposts will be ignored. So, here's the first chapter... "Keri's request" (c) By Steampunk Steampunk copyrights all contents herein. Permission is granted to copy/distribute/publish this story, given that it is published in the entirety and due credit is given the author. The only modifications allowed are between MS Word/plain text/hypertext/etc formats. No modifications to the text are allowed. Introduction "Before you go back to her, would you please shave my pussy and fuck me in the ass?" Whoa! Hey, I don't know about you, but if a girl said this to me, it would be "jerkin' material" for a month. And it was. Yeah, okay, I hear the "only in the 'Penthouse Forum'" comments coming from the back row. But whether you believe it or not, I'll have my say up front: EVERYTHING UP TO THE ABOVE STATEMENT IN THE FOLLOWING STORY IS ENTIRELY TRUE! Now, of course the names have been changed to protect the guilty and the innocent, but somewhere in the misty hills and valleys of the Pacific Northwest, near an obscure state university were the makings of one young man's sexual fantasy. I might have changed the details to fit my own recollection of what happened, but the thread of truth runs throughout this little yarn. Anything after is just a cosmic dream, and kleenex and my unborn children thrown in the trash. But what harm is fantasy, hmmm? INTRODUCTION 1. "A WHORE'S REPUTATION" 2. "BOY MEETS WHORE" 3. "ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE A WHORE?" 4. "YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!?" 5. "THE CONTRACT" 6. "THE FIRST SUBMISSIONS" 7. "A TYPICAL DAY" 8. "THE FULFILLMENT OF A CONTRACT" "A Whore's Reputation" ...Where we see why Keri is considered a whore... "Please?" she moaned over the phone, "she was the one who left you. So why can't you?" "Come on, Keri. You and I discussed this before. There was the possibility that I might get back together with her. And things are working out right now and you know how she feels about you." "Oh, so she's putting out more?" Keri shot back with her dripping sarcasm. I think something else was dripping right now, but over the phone I couldn't be entirely sure - although she had assured me it was. The conversation above relates to a difficult, but well-known, scenario in many a young man's life - boy has steady girlfriend, girlfriend leaves boy, boy says, "Fuck it!" and starts to screw slutty chick, girlfriend wants boy back but he's having fun with slutty chick. So here I was with the slutty chick, Keri, and she was still wanting some more of the "magic". And on the other hand, my steady girl of five years wants me back. 'Keri's a slut, so why does she need you,' I'm hearing from the reader? Well, therein lies most of the story. Think back to those high school and college days, you young master-blasters. You date a woman for a decent length of time, six months, a year, two years. When things start to get serious, what pops up? 'Hey, if we stay to together for the rest of lives, and you're the only woman I'll be with, there are a few things I'd like to try...' Heard this one before, ladies? Therein lies the secret to getting that long-time love, that "high-school sweetheart" to do all the nasties: anal, photo/video, shaving, rape skits, etc. that we men ALL have in our heart of hards. So it's the lengthy relationships that really develop some kinks and perversions. Everyone thinks, 'she's been with everyone, therefor she has done everything'. I thought so too, but boy was I wrong! So here I was fresh from a five-year relationship, with sperm to spare from a girlfriend that was starting to not "put-out" because the relationship was starting to sour. And then she dumps me. Well, I would show her! So with a repertoire of kinky acts in my bag of tricks from years of experience with the same girl, I figured I would try them out with the local split tail from class. 'Slut number one, come on down!' Keri's in the engineering school like me. Being the only one of four chicks out of one hundred guys in a class, two women being Oriental, she receives her share of attention. She stays in shape by running five times a week and fighting forest fires during the summer. Just under 5'8" and 125 pounds, she has a body, face, and hair that are remarkably like Jeanne Tripplehorne (remember? Waterworld, the "good" shrink in Basic Instinct). Titties are just a tad on the small size for me, where a C-cup is too loose and a B is too tight. In fact, if you want to know exactly what her tits look like, look at the pictures of Tracy Hanna in the back of Playboy's College Girls, (Newstand special) April 98. Her titties look EXACTLY like this girl's. Keri has nice long legs that end in a heart-shaped ass. And yeah, way too much hair for my tastes where God invented Nair to go. So getting this attention because of her looks and the lack of women in class, and having a VERY healthy appetite for sex, she's been known to take different men home throughout the school year after a few shots of tequila at the local school hangout bar. It probably helps that she loves to flirt and since that bra doesn't fit quite right - who needs one? We are talking maybe a dozen to twenty guys total. Not too many for today's modern woman, but being a small school, and the engineering college being even a smaller environ within the university, she was the 'large slut in the small fishbowl'. Her reputation seemed to be worse with the guys' girlfriends than with the guys. The girls were in business, home economics, history, or communications. So the girlfriends were in decently 'ratio-ed' classes. And here were their men - usually decent looking, going somewhere in life with a good degree, and in mostly male classes. So the school day was spent apart, the girlfriend in her classes, he in his - all male except for Keri. But after the day was done, he might slip and talk about 'The Chick' in his class.... "Yeah, I was studying with Keri for this really hard exam..." "Can you believe that Keri fights forest fires in the summer..." "Oh what's she look like? Well she says she runs most every day, so she's in pretty good shape..." The girlfriends have an idea in their heads, and when they finally see her - usually at the bar, Keri drinking shots with the guys and a hand on someone's arm as she tries not to choke on the tequila - the girlfriends' brains flash 'PREDATOR' like a small mammal in Jurassic Park. "Don't you think she was being a slut?" "No babe. Why would you say that?" He sees the warning, usually in time. "What are you thinking? No I have no interest in her whatsoever." And that is that. He monitors his conversations with said girlfriend and censors the 'Keri comments' but he has this little weapon tucked away in the back of his mind... So I decided to pull out this weapon and 'try it on for size'. So sue me. I'm a sadist. I'll admit this up front. Well, anyway, I had an axe to grind, metaphorically speaking. My girl had dumped me for another guy, I was horny, and I might get back at the little bitch if she sees me with Keri... So it started out innocently enough. A large group was going on a ski trip, Keri being one of the group (go figure). I had a four-by-four and an empty seat. I asked the ex if she wanted to go. No? Okay, see ya! "Wanna ride, little girl?" -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |