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Hi,

	Who wrote the following story I cut and pasted below? I have some ideas
for writing an adult scrrenpaly and I would like to include this a
version of this story as one of the vignettes.
	In order to do that I need the permiission of the original author. Can
anyone help me out here?
	Please reply to my basil
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Thanks in advance.



     Subject: 
            Fill it to the Rim
       Date: 
            Thu, 25 Sep 1997 20:37:42 GMT
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            who@why.not
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            Don't.Try
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                           "Fill it to the Rim!"


My wife Gwen and I have a very giving relationship. She gives me her
ass, and
I give her jewelry. Well, it's not quite that simple. A few years ago,
we
worked out a plan whereby she can have any piece of jewelry that catches
her
eye, so long as she "earns" it a special way. And she's a jewelry freak
from
the 'git-go', let me tell you. Of course, those rubies and emeralds and
diamonds DO look good on her when she's dressed to kill, so I can't
really
complain. And I pull in enough money so that's not really the problem.
We just
decided that I could satisfy my kinks and she could satisfy her lust for
gems
at the same time.

It all started one day when we where shopping downtown, and she spotted
a
ruby-studded bracelet in a shop window. She just had to have it, and
wouldn't
take no for an answer. Now, it's always been very difficult for me to
deny her
anything, especially when she looks up at me with those dreamy blue eyes
and
lets her yellowed-blonde hair fall over her face. I looked down at her
and
laughed.

"Ok, Ok, stop begging. You can have it. But you have to earn it."

"I'll do anything, anything. What do you want, breakfast in bed, a fancy
steak
dinner, a night out with the boys, anything, just say the word."

I grabbed her around the waist. "Actually, a night out with the boys
doesn't
sound bad. But I want YOU to have it, not me."

"What! Me? What're you talking about, you sex fiend?" She knew my
leanings
well.

I explained what I wanted. At first, her eyes widened and I think she
almost
pulled out of the deal, but then I saw her steal a glance at the
bracelet
again, and then notice some of the other pieces in the window, and the
little
gears in her head started whirring.

"You mean, if I want any piece of jewelry, ANY piece, that's what I have
to
do?"

"That's it. It's not impossible. It may not be the regular way to earn a
gift
like that, but we're talking a couple thousand a pop, aren't we now?"

"Hmmmmm." She bit her lower lip and her eyebrows furrowed. "You'll take
care
of all the details? They've got to be clean."

"Think I don't know that? I'd never risk a hair on your pretty little
head,
you know that."

Finally, she nodded. "OK. I'll do it."

"What piece do you want?"  She pointed at the ruby bracelet.

"I still want that bracelet first."

"OK. But you get it afterwards. And if you fail, it goes back. After we
clean
it, of course. You wait here."

She agreed. I went in and bought it, slipped it into my coat pocket and
joined
her back out in the street.

Later that week,  I set it up. I have a friend who runs a club in the
next
town, and he was only too glad, once I offered him $1500 for the use of
his
club for one night , to set it all up for us. I had a notice printed up
with a
"signup sheet" which he passed to his regular customers and any others
he knew
could be trusted with the knowledge.  The club would be closed to the
general
public, of course. Only "approved guests" were to be admitted. The
wheels were
in motion.

I built a small tray out of clear plexiglass to hold the bracelet. It
was just
large enough to fit in, laying perfectly flat and stretched out. I also
rented
a portable testing machine to run the guys through. We've always been
careful
in that regard, I must say, even though our usual choice of volunteers
is not
in a high risk group. You just never know.

Finally, the appointed night arrived. We drove over to the club in the
Jag,
and I held the bracelet in its' little "canoe" on the console of the
car. Even
in the dark, you could see the gems sparkle and glimmer in the overhead
street
lights. I rubbed Gwen's thigh.

"Nervous?"

"A little. Fuck, you know what you're asking me to do."

"Yeah. But it's not like it's the first time."

"First time for this many."

"After the first dozen or so you probably won't even feel them."

"The hell I won't!" she grinned.

The club was set up just like I'd asked. Dan had also had the bench
built, to
my spec's. It was a padded affair, with one side about six inches higher
than
the other, about two feet wide and four feet long. The chrome eyebolts
at the
bottom of the back legs and the front of the padded top gleamed in the
lights.
The padded part was trapezoidal, wider at the back than the front, like
a
truncated triangle, and about three feet off the ground. I held Gwen's
hand as
we went up to it. I started taking off her clothes as I talked.

"You all know why we're here. You also know the rules. No rough stuff."
Her
blouse came off. "You get five minutes apiece. If you aren't finished by
then,
you go back to the end of the line and wait your turn. If you're up to
it, you
can go as many times as you like."  Then the bra. Her breasts shone with
a
light sheen of sweat. I tweaked one nipple. It rose to the occasion. "No
substitution. Your dicks only go in one hole tonight. If she say's
you're in
the wrong hole, out you go." I dropped her skirt to the floor. I could
sense
the anticipation building. "If you need help, you can go around front,
but
that's only for getting it hard." I tugged her panties down over her
stockings. I didn't know how long the thigh-highs would stay up, but I
thought
they looked sexy on her. She kept her heels on. I led her to the bench
and
bent her over it. I attached the cuffs on the back legs to her
widespread
ankles, and each wrist was chained to an eyebolt on the padded top. She
was
bent over it, her ass in the air, her upper body leaning down at an
angle, her
arms outstretched. She was almost ready to go.

I reached into my pocket for the lube, unscrewed the top and placed the
end of
it at her opening. Squeezed.

"Ahhhhh"  Gwen groaned slightly. "It's cold!"

I turned to the line of men. "Ok, who's first?"

The first man stood up behind her, dropped his pants and slowly slid his
cock
into my wife's rectum. Oh, she's got a great asshole, let me tell you.
She
knows just how to squeeze it to pull the cum out of your balls. Silky
smooth.
I'd say over the years, she's had about three hundred different cocks in
her
colon, and her ass is as tight today as it was when she was sixteen
years old
and I was the first cock she took up her hershey highway. That's how she
was
earning this bracelet. An anal gang bang to end all anal gang bangs.
Every guy
would cum in her ass.

I watched the guy fuck her. He pushed into her over and over, and I
heard her
grunt each time he bottomed out. His cock came out shiny each time. I'd
given
her four complete enemas that afternoon, so I knew she was as clean
inside as
she could be. By the last one, the water ran out clear as it went in.

The first guy came in her ass with a groan and a sigh. He turned to me,
winked
and pulled out, making way for the next guy in line. I looked around the
club.
There were about seventy or eighty guys there so far. One of Dan's
waitresses
was administering the blood tests to each guy as he signed up. She was
also a
nurse, so I knew she knew what she was doing.

I turned back to watch my wife get her ass fucked. I think she came
during the
fourth or fifth one, I couldn't be sure. After the first dozen, I waved
the
line to a halt for a second and walked over to check her out.

Her asshole was stretched open to about the diameter of a quarter. I put
a
finger in and felt around. It was wet and slimy and hot, just like I
knew it
would be. I stirred it around and pulled my finger out. I walked around
to the
front of her.

"How're you doing?"

"Ummmmmmmmm...." She looked up at me with a glassy, heavy-lidded glance.
"I
came. Twice."

"Good." I held the finger out. "Lick."  She opened her mouth, and I put
the
slimy finger in. She licked it clean and swallowed.  It was a taste
she'd
gotten used to. Luckily for her.

I started the line again.

About forty-five minutes later, she'd had thirty-six guys dump their
loads in
her rectum. A good dozen or so had had her suck them hard. I decided to
take a
turn. They say familiarity breeds contempt, but the feel of her ass
around my
cock only made me feel great. Gwen's got a great pussy, and gives
marvelous
head, but give me her ass any time. She's just that kind of girl that
loves to
get fucked in the ass. I know they're rare, but I found one. And I treat
her
right. Shit, she's got over a hundred grand worth of jewelry back at the
house
in the safe.

The line kept moving. Black, white, brown, they all got a shot at her.
Gwen's
ass is an equal opportunity fuck hole.  A couple of them got a little
rough,
and we had to calm them down, but for the most part, they behaved. Hell,
they
were getting a free assfuck from a beautiful, willing woman, they had no
reason to shitheads. One guy tried to stick his finger up her cunt, but
she
wiggled around, yelled at him to cut it out, and he did. Gwen's funny
that
way. I'm the only guy she'll let up her pussy. I've seen her take half a
dozen
complete strangers, truck drivers, delivery men, whoever, up her ass in
a row
without complaint. I once watched her give head to and swallow the loads
of
nine guys at a party one night, and not one of them ever got near her
pussy.
I'm the only one whose ever visited that territory. Cool, huh?

By midnight,  she was starting to slosh. Because of some of the guys
taking
seconds and even a couple of thirds, I'd lost count after sixty or so. I
even
went again myself.  By now, of course, her sphincter had given up all
hope of
closing up for the night. As each guy finished off and pulled out, you
could
see the dark tunnel of her rectum, slightly red around the edges. A
small
stream of white dripped out occasionally, pulled out by a retreating
dick. No
doubt about it, she was filling up.

By the time two o'clock rolled around, there was hardly anybody left who
hadn't cum at least once in her ass, and like I said, there were a bunch
who
managed two or more. Each time a guy went up and dropped his log in her
poop
chute, she grunted a little less. I'm sure she was getting sloppy.
Hell,  a
hundred and fifty ass fucks in one night will wear anybody out. Finally,
I
think everybody had a turn. Or two. Or three. A bunch of the guys had
left,
but a lot stayed to see everything to the bitter end, to make a bad
joke....

When there were no more takers, I went up and toweled off Gwen's face.
She had
sweated under the lights, even though the guys did most of the work. I
think
she came about twenty times, too, from the look in her eyes.

"Are you ready?"

"...oh fuck...oh fuck....yeah. Goddam, my ass feels like you could drive
a
truck up it."

I looked back at it and nodded to her. "Yes, you could. " I unhooked her
wrists and legs. "Don't stand up yet."

We pushed the bench away and I slowly turned my wife to face the crowd.
I
showed her the bracelet in its' little clear tray.

"Think you can do it?"

"Shit, it feels like I could float a freakin' battleship." I smiled at
her use
of the word.

"OK, here we go."  I held the plastic tray up against her butt and she
pushed
and slowly crouched down.  As expected, a river of semen flowed out of
her
overused asshole. It burbled and bubbled out of her, dripping into the
tray
with audible plops and squishes. She farted noisily. That's to be
expected,
with so much air up inside of her. It was a treat, watching a fart blow
a
sperm bubble out of her anus like that.

She leaked for a full minute, forcing the milky fluid from her lower
intestine. I watched the last few drops leak out, and her anus slowly
closed
back shut. I slid one finger in and out to make sure she was empty.

Then I looked down at the tray with its' oddly juxtaposed cargo -  a
$2600
bracelet submerged by about half a pint of semen.

"Well, looks like you did it. It's covered."

Gwen gave a little squeal of delight.

"Just one last step."

I handed her the tray. She gingerly reached in with one delicate  hand
and
pulled the bracelet from its' spermy bath, inspecting the fluid
carefully. She
looked me in the eye. I nodded. She turned to the crowd and slowly
raised the
tray to her lips.

It took her five swallows, but she got it all down.


PS : the bracelet looks fantastic on her. Remind me to tell you one day
how
she earned the pearl necklace....


                                  The End


-- 


-----------[The mother of all 'lines'<g>]------------------------ 
          
     You're gettin' ready to blow?  I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin'
M***********, M***********!  Every time my fingers touch brain I'm
"SUPERFLY T.N.T," I'm the "GUNS OF NAVARONE" ready to explode.  In fact,
what the f*** am  I doin' in the back?  You're the M********** should be
on brain detail!  We're tradin'.  I'm washin' windows and you're pickin'
up this n****** skull.

	Jules_(Samuel L. Jackson's character) from Pulp Fiction


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