Message-ID: <18726eli$9901212235@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18726.txt> From: M Quayle <okieram@telepath.com> Subject: A "Farrell" Strory (Late for Dinner) Chapter 37: Best Seat in the House (S&M Family fun, power tools) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to <okieram@telepath.com> using -f 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: <3689C2EF.182A@telepath.com> Your comments and plot ideas always welcome. New chapters are posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories, and alt.sex.stories.moderated. You can also find complete story in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive at www.qz.to/erotica/assm (December 1998 file). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content and Lame Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was safe or conformed to the laws of physics. If you are under or over the age of 18 or reside in a state (or state of mind) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this stuff immediately or you’ll never get a golf date with Christi!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< copyright 1998 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved. Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner Chapter 37: Best Seat in the House The week went by quickly. On Thursday, Kathy aced her oral sex exam and earned extra credit by donning a strap-on and helping some of the less accomplished girls overcome their gag reflexes. On Friday, she went to Junior League with Mommy and had a perfectly lovely time, then spent Saturday shopping and snuggling with Christi. But Sunday dawned far too early and Grand Dad’s dildos looked larger than ever as Kathy passed them on her way to the breakfast table. Billy was already testing the shinny electronic probes and setting up the video camera to record the day’s equestrian event. She only toyed idly with her cereal and didn’t even resist when her brother tied her hands behind her back and led her to the living room. Mommy was already impaled on one of the imposing spikes and tried to smile as her daughter was brought forward to join her. “Good morning, Dear,” she said weakly, “are you ready for our adventure?” “I thought we didn’t have to do this until this afternoon” Kathy replied glumly as Billy arranged her feet on both sides of the dildo’s stand and pushed her down onto the lubricated shaft. “It’s best if we just get it over with,” Mommy’s voice was filled with resignation. “Waiting will just make it worse and your brother’s been working really so hard to make sure he does us just right.” A chill ran through Kathy as the chrome tip kissed her nether lips, but the cold quickly turned into a bitter dry heat as the raw & bleeding formula lubricant began to work its alchemy. “Why did we run, Mommy?” She cried out as Billy tightened the straps around her legs. “Why did we run?” “I know, Honey, but it’s only for a half an hour, then we’ll go get ice cream. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Mommy soothed as Billy flipped the switches and the grand dildos roared to life and began their uneven pistol-like assaults on the tightly bound blondes. A mind-clearing current of electricity coursed through Kathy as she looked up and saw Christi coming down the stairs. “Am I late?” Christi asked cheerfully, then put her hand over her mouth as she saw the anguish on Kathy’s face. “Oh, I’m sorry, Darling,” she reached out to free her beloved, but Billy grabbed her hand. “Do it to me instead, Billy,” she begged as he pulled her away, “she doesn’t like it, I do.” “Grand Dad’s orders,” Billy mumbled as he yanked Christi’s curly hair and drug her to her knees. The two girl’s eyes locked on each other as the gloating boy forced himself into the tearful brunette’s narrower passage. “Well,” Kathy sniffled as the relentless dynamo raged between her thighs, “at least you’ve got the best seat in the house.” -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>