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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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New Story by Tom: Thanksgiving,
Part 1/3 (m/f/m/f, consensual)
by Tom (laddie@anon.nymserver.com)
**********************************
This story was originally posted in December of 1996. If
you missed it then, here it is again. I hope you enjoy reading
the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only -- so don't
read it if you don't think that you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy
life separate in your mind. I know I can.
Not only have the actions described not occurred in real,
everyday life, they are not likely to occur. The characters are
fictitious and don't resemble people in my life, and most
importantly, they don't practice safe sex.
It would be very helpful for me to hear from those who read
this story. How does it make you feel? Does it help you
masturbate more joyfully? Does it increase your libido? Have
you shared it with other friends or lovers? How could it be
better for you? I promise to answer all respectful, non-abusive
E-mail notes.
Because I have grown children who use the Net, and because
my employer would not enjoy the publicity, I must keep my
identity anonymous. I am a happily married, 50 year old male,
6' 2" and 175 lbs. I keep physically fit and enjoy sex very
much. My wife's real name is not Ann. I would be glad to
share more information if you are interested.
**********************************
Thanksgiving, Part 1
Her name is Sue, and her nipples are distracting me. They are poking out
from dark colored areolae that are clearly visible through her sheer white
net exercise shirt. I imagine that her smile is for me, and I try to generate
a
smile in return - but it probably looks like a leering grin because my entire
consciousness is suddenly focused through my groin. Sue's sexy form in
brief blue running shorts, and especially her delightfully visible breasts,
have my blood surging and my imagination racing. My penis is growing,
and it threatens to slip out of the leg of my own shorts.
They say that a man has a sexual thought every 15 or 20 seconds, and I
was certainly having one now:
'She recognizes me and smiles. We are alone on the beach. She
moves toward me and pulls her sheer white net exercise shirt up
and over her head. Her breasts spill toward me as she discards the
shirt on the sand and cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them
to me. Her nipples are erect, and they seem to be drawing me like
twin magnets. I bend my head and nuzzle first one breast and then
the other. Her fingertips graze my thigh and lightly grasp the head
of my cock which is now peeking out below the material of my
running shorts. My cock is weeping one clear tear of pre-cum, and
she catches it on the tip of her forefinger and lifts it to her lips. We
kiss, and I taste her lips and a trace of myself . . . '
These thoughts race through my brain in a fraction of a second. Ann
suddenly takes my hand, and, with a shock, I realize that Sue and I are still
standing 30 yards apart on the beach. Sue is looking over my shoulder,
and her smile is for Jerry who is behind me and is descending the dunes
toward the surf. Sue is Jerry's "significant other", and the two of them are
spending the Thanksgiving Holiday weekend with my wife, Ann, and me at
Pajaro Dunes, just north of Monterey on the Pacific Coast.
Ann says, "Come on, Tom, let's walk down the beach."
Ann and I were left alone for Thanksgiving when our two kids were invited
to ski Mt. Bachelor in Oregon with friends. We decided to splurge and
rent a beach house right on the surf, and I invited Jerry to bring a friend
and share the holiday with us.
Ann and I spend Wednesday night at our favorite B & B in Pacific Grove.
After a candlelight seafood dinner at The Fishwife Grille near Asilomar, we
make passionate love and fall asleep in each other's arms. It is a pleasant
start to our holiday. Thursday morning, we only have an easy 20 minute
drive to the rented house at Pajaro Dunes. The house is no more than 50
yards from the Pacific Ocean.
Back in October, Ann told me that she didn't want to cook and spend her
Thanksgiving honeymoon in the kitchen, so I had called around the
Watsonville area (near Pajaro Dunes) and arranged for a small mom and
pop catering company to bring our Thanksgiving feast to us.
We arrive at the Dunes, and the weather is unusually clear and warm for
November - no fog and temperature in the 70's. Jerry and his new friend,
Sue (they have been dating for a few months), are driving down from
Portola Valley, and they arrive just a half hour after us. Ann and I
introduce ourselves to Sue and learn that she is a professional masseuse.
The surf beckons, and the four of us start walking together down the
beach. Ann and Sue are getting acquainted, and they move ahead of Jerry
and me. Following behind them, Jerry and I are taking full advantage of
the view. We gaze fondly at the women's shapely buttocks as they move
up and down and sway back and forth gracefully ahead of us. We are both
having sexual thoughts this time, and there are a few seconds of natural
silence.
Jerry and I met in grad school at U. C. Berkeley ten years ago. He was in
law school then, and I was studying journalism. After grad school, I settled
in the Valley and married Ann and fathered a boy and a girl. Jerry joined a
large law firm in the Bay Area and never married. Jerry and I stay in touch
and frequently get together for backpack trips in the Sierra-Nevada
Mountains each July and August.
Jerry is brilliant and funny and very well read. I think he devours a half a
dozen books a week, and his interests range from the anti-nuclear
movement to Civil War battle strategy. I have always been drawn to him,
and in grad school we spent many hours drinking many pitchers of beer and
solving the problems of the world. Since then, we save our talks for
campfires in the summertime.
The Thanksgiving feast isn't due to arrive for another 2 hours - plenty of
time to enjoy a walk on the beach. I don't know whether Jerry is watching
Sue or Ann. Both have eye-catching figures although Ann's top is not as
revealing as Sue's. Ann is blond and trim for a woman in her early thirties
who has borne two children. Her hips are spreading slightly as a mature
woman's are wont to do, but regular exercise keeps them firm and very
sexy. When I see Ann, I automatically picture her nude because I see her
naked daily and love the sight of her. Her breasts are small - pert and pear
sized - with sensitive pink nipples that perk up quickly as soon as they are
touched. Her left breast is smaller than the right and kind of conical.
Ann's
pubic hair curls out generously above and around her vulva and is light
brown. She loves to feel my mouth there, and I have become addicted to
the musky smell of her vagina over the years. My cock is stirring again
with these images. Ann is very open about her sexuality, and we make
time frequently for sex despite our two kids being ever-present.
Ann and I married during my last year at Berkeley. She had a degree in
music education, but she took a clerical job in the Toxicology Department
of the U. C. Medical Center to help us pay our bills. She liked Jerry right
away and saw him as kind of a friendly and amusing big brother. When we
married, Brother Jerry became a kind of "brother-in-law" for her. Our son
was born 7 months after we were married, and we moved to the Valley for
my first job as a reporter with a large metropolitan daily newspaper. Ann
stayed home with our son for 6 months and then got a job as a dance
therapist at a private school for kids with disabilities. Two and a half
years
later, a lovely daughter was born. Now, school and P.T.A. and soccer and
swim meets define our lives. It sure feels good to be walking on the beach
and to get away from all of that for a few days!
'Damn!' I am thinking. 'Sue is sexy as hell!' She is very blond, 5' 9,"
about
120 pounds, pretty slim. Her hair is very straight and hangs down past her
shoulders to just above her breasts. I wonder if the hair between her legs is
just as blond. Sue's tits are not really large (maybe half-cantaloupe size)
and stand up well. She probably goes without a bra because of the size and
firmness of her breasts. Her nipples, which have practically mesmerized me
already today, are a dull pink. Sue's navel is an "inny," and her tummy is
flat and hard. Her ass cheeks are pretty tight and not very big, and her legs
are fairly long. She has the legs and ass of a distance runner. Overall, Sue
appears attractive, slim and fairly strong, especially in her arms. Strong
arms and hands are good for a masseuse, I imagine.
The sun shines through Sue's sheer blouse, and if I drift slightly to one
side,
I can see the barest curving edge of her full breasts from behind. As I walk
beside Jerry, I angle a few steps to one side and then the other to take full
advantage of the view that Sue is providing. Jerry catches me in the act
and chuckles, saying that I don't have to be so obvious about it.
When we get back to the beach house, two middle aged women are putting
a turkey in the oven "to brown a little more - it is already roasted". They
own their own catering business, called "Food For Thought". They set out
all the trimmings, wish us a "Happy Thanksgiving" and depart. Everything
smells delicious. As Jerry and Sue find their bedroom to unpack and clean
up, Ann sets the table, and I open a chilled bottle of chardonnay.
The dinner is a big success. Jerry and I each have three helpings of
everything and end up chewing on the two turkey drumsticks while we
watch the sunset and sip a tasty cabernet. The stark beauty of an ocean
sunset when there is no fog bank captures all four us, and there is silence as
we watch the fiery orb descend past the horizon.
It is a romantic moment, and I take Ann into my arms. Jerry does the same
with Sue. Jerry breaks the silence by asking, "Tom, is 'official sunset' the
time when the sun first touches the horizon, or the time when it is
completely gone, or some time in between?" We debate this weighty topic
for a few minutes until Ann and Sue start laughing at us and begin clearing
the dinner dishes. Jerry and I volunteer to wash.
After dinner, I pop in a Showtime movie called "Full Body Massage"
starring Mimi Rogers and the Australian actor, Bryan Brown. Bryan plays a
professional masseuse, and Mimi is his wealthy customer. I've always liked
Mimi Rogers as an actress. Mimi has enormous breasts, and I have never
seen her bare them in a film before. She does so generously in this film.
Ann says, "Mimi Rogers must be desperate for a movie role to show so
much skin." Ann's tone of voice is mildly sarcastic, but her attention is
totally fixed on the screen.
God what a sexy film! When Bryan begins to rub Mimi's large breasts, I
get chills. I hadn't known Sue's job when I rented the video it, but she is
very interested in Bryan Brown's massage technique. During the sensual
part of the massage, I feel Ann's hand wandering along my leg and up along
my crotch. She feels how hard I am and winks at me, then smiles sexily. I
let my hand explore her legs as well, then up between them, where she is
hot from all the action on the screen. Ann lets out a soft moan, and I notice
Jerry and Sue watching her.
Sue says, "Eroticism is a natural part of a complete massage. It's
unfortunate that some so-called "massage parlors" have given massage a
bad name.
With Ann's hand on my upper thigh, just barely brushing my crotch, I
wanted to grab her and kiss her. But I resisted the urge - not right in front
of Jerry and Sue. Supercharged with sexual energy, I need to move around
or do something. I get up and go to our bedroom to change into looser,
more comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt are appealing. I slip on
the sweatpants without underwear. I still have a semi-erection.
I have another sexual thought:
'Sue is on her knees in front of me, taking my semi-erection in her
hands gently and worshipfully. She strokes its length starting on
the base, moving to the tip and back again. She kisses the tip and
takes the glans into her wet, warm mouth, and at the same time she
reaches between my thighs and cups my testicles gently. She
squeezes them ever so slightly and is getting hot herself . . . '
I shudder involuntarily at the thought of this happening with Sue and return
to reality. I pull up the sweatpants and tuck my erection down along the
left pantleg and return to the living room to join the others.
I intend to return to Ann and cuddle with her, but I am startled to see the
furniture moved away from the middle of the living room and my lovely
Ann lying on the floor on her stomach. Jerry is kneeling by Ann's head and
is giving her a pretty vigorous massage on her neck and shoulders. Sue is
supervising Jerry's movements and offering instructive comments to him as
he works on Ann.
Ann is not a lover of massage. I get them regularly, but she has never
wanted even a gift certificate. The movie must have turned her on. She is
sighing and moaning softly under Jerry's hands. Sue moves to Ann's feet
and uses her strong arms and hands making skilful, practiced movements
on Ann's shapely legs, working up gradually toward her buttocks. Sue
glances at me and smiles knowingly at the rather obvious bulge along my
left pantleg. The only light in the room comes from the two dinner table
candles that Jerry and Sue have placed on the floor. Sue motions me to
join their massage of my wife.
I get onto my knees and move beside Ann, resting the palm of my hand on
the middle of her back. She feels very warm through her thin cotton top,
and the touch reminds me that she wears no bra.
"You sound like you're feeling pretty good, Annie." I say.
"Why didn't you tell me that a massage is so relaxing?" she murmurs. "I'm
jealous that you've been getting these without me." She moaned again with
pleasure at the circular movements of Sue's strong hands on the backs and
insides of her thighs. Ann opens her eyes and smiles at me with a kind of
dazed, sensual look.
"You told me that you only wanted my hands touching you. Sue is pretty
talented, isn't she." I state the obvious.
"Jerry is no slouch, himself." Ann responds. "He's a good pupil, and he
has wonderful hands. His hands are wasted on the law."
Jerry's hands move past my hand, down to Ann's lower back and onto her
buttocks. This startles Ann, and she lifts her head and shoulders and looks
up at me with a questioning look. Without a word, I smile and brush her
lips with mine and press gently on her back, and she settles back down
under Jerry's intimate caresses. He begins to knead her ass cheeks with
both hands, first one and then the other.
Ann moans loudly, "Oh, Jerry, you're a master! That feels great. Don't
stop."
I want to help, and I massage one of Ann's ass cheeks while Jerry does the
other. Our four hands are touching her ass and her ass crack intimately
through the thin fabric of her shorts. The silk panties under her shorts
allow our hands to slip smoothly and sensuous over her buttocks and down
between her thighs. Ann opens her legs to give us better access to her
open and vulnerable crotch. I am surprised and aroused at her sensuous
response to Jerry.
Sue reaches toward me and motions me to lay beside Ann. She straddles
my thighs pressing her pubic mound into my buttocks and begins to
massage my shoulders and back. Sue's hands slip under my t-shirt and
move onto my bare skin. Ann turns her head sideways to watch me, and I
watch her and Jerry above her. Jerry is now cupping her genitals from the
rear. Ann gasps and moans and opens legs even wider.
Sue pushes my t-shirt up around my shoulders, and I lift up on my elbows
so that she can push it off over my head. Jerry copies Sue's move, and Ann
allows him to shed her top. She is now nude to the waist under Jerry's
hands. His fingertips trail back down brushing along the sides of Ann's
small breasts which are pressed into the soft carpet and bulge out erotically
along the side of her ribcage. Jerry presses his face into the cloth of Ann's
shorts - his nose and mouth between her ass cheeks. He moves his head up
and down caressing her asshole and the sensitive skin between her rectum
and vagina.
Sue watches Jerry approvingly, like a teacher with an adept student. "Turn
over now," Sue whispers to me. I comply, exposing my huge erection just
under the loose sweatpants. Sue acts as if she doesn't notice it, but Ann
does, and she smiles at me. Sue places her hands on my pecs and rotates
them smoothly around my nipples, grazing my nipples occasionally - as if
by accident - with her thumbs. My nipples become erect.
Jerry again copies Sue and asks Ann to roll over. Ann blushes in the
candlelight as her beautiful chest is exposed to "strangers". Sue murmurs
approvingly at Ann's breasts. Ann is pleased at the compliment, and her
nipples swell in response to the attention they are receiving. Jerry bends
over Ann and kisses each nipple - delicately, almost chastely. Ann
shudders. His kisses continue down the midline of her soft belly, and his
hands replace his lips on her breasts. He reaches her navel. He dips his
tongue into it. Ann moans loudly. Jerry is encouraged by the sound and
pushes down on the waistband of Ann's shorts with his chin. Ann helps by
lifting her hips and pushing her shorts to her knees with her hands.
Immediately, Jerry accepts her unspoken invitation by putting his mouth on
her steaming sex while pulling her shorts off with one hand.
I am incredibly aroused at the permission my wife has given my best friend.
I stare, fascinated, at his brown tussled hair, his face, and Ann's light
brown
pubic curls pressed up against his cheeks. His nose and mouth are
obviously deep in Ann's hairy cunt! We all can smell the musky odor of
Ann's arousal.
Almost without my realizing it, Sue's hand is releasing the drawstring of my
sweatpants and slipping into them to find my rampant cock. Lifting my
hips, I allow Sue to reveal my excitement and push my pants down around
my thighs. My erection tingles in Sue's sure-handed grip. She has done
this before. She knows men's bodies. Her thumb gently rubs the nerve
bundle just under the head of my cock. I am so excited, my hips buck up
under her. It feels so good to have Sue holding me.
Jerry has found Ann's clitoris with his mouth and is sucking on it. I know
that Ann will last only a few seconds under this attention. Sure enough,
her cheeks glow even brighter, her breathing becomes loud and heavy, and
then her whole body freezes for one second as her orgasm takes her over
the top of the pleasure hill. And then she bucks and bucks and moans and
twists as she gives herself up to the intense sensations in her groin. I
grasp
Ann's hand as she experiences her climax, and she looks over to me as her
spasms subside and smiles at me with heavy lidded eyes. She is sodden
with lust.
Sue's hand is barely moving on my rigid penis, but the sight of Ann tugs me
toward a sympathetic orgasm, and my sperm shoots out. The sudden sight
of my semen startles Sue because I had given her no warning, but she
chuckles in pleasure with me and dips a finger into one of the thick, pearly
globs on my stomach and touches her finger to her lips.
"Looks like we did good, partner." Sue says to Jerry. "You have real
talent."
"The pleasure was really all mine, Ann." Jerry responds. "I love getting to
know you like this. And thanks to both of you for inviting us to be with
you this weekend."
Ann is very shy at her nudity now, and at the intense emotion she has just
displayed so wantonly in front of Jerry and Sue. She sits up and kisses
Jerry's cheek and says, "I think I would like to go to bed now. It's been a
long day but a wonderful one. Come on, honey." Ann looks at me for
agreement.
I nod agreeably. "Sue and Jerry probably want to be alone now anyway.
This whole evening has kind of taken me by surprise. Now I know what
Thanksgiving is really all about. And Ann, I don't know if I'm going to let
you sleep right away."
Ann smiles and laughs sexily, "OK, tiger, show me the way!"
Once we are in our bedroom, we make love, hotter and more passionate
then Wednesday night's loving. I came inside Ann twice before we curl up
to sleep. As I drift off, Ann is still shuddering from her own orgasms. Next
door, I can hear Sue's cries of passion. She and Jerry must be doing just as
well as we are. The rhythmic sounds of the pounding surf calm our
pounding bodies, and we sleep until the sun awakes us.
# # # #
Friday morning, I awake before Ann and listen dreamily to the seductive
surf sounds just outside our bedroom. Silently, I get up and shut the
bedroom door and slip back to the king size bed. I look at Ann's nude
form laying there. Her short blonde hair, full, beautiful breasts, smooth
silky bottom and the thick, dark forest between her legs. I begin kissing her
cheek and move down to her neck. She stirs and turns her chest into mine,
brushing her tits and nipples against me. She opens her mouth and draws
mine to it in a deep, passionate kiss. She urges me on top of her, and my
growing erection slips into her mound. I pump slowly in and out of her as
she opens her eyes and smiles at me.
"G'morning, lover!" Ann murmurs sleepily. "I love your alarm clock."
"We can't be too loud," I whisper as I nuzzle the downy hair on her neck.
Jerry and Sue will hear us. The walls in this place are kind of thin."
Ann's eyes open wide in surprise, but I coax her mind back onto what we
are doing with a deep thrust inside her loins. She bites her lip to keep from
crying out as her passion builds towards another orgasm. I feel her hips
shudder, and her vaginal muscles tighten around my penis, and I began to
concentrate on my pleasure. Ann's is obviously intense enough, and she
starts to buck. I think about how deep I am inside her and how it might
look when I come inside her. Then, as she lets out a passionate gasp, I
explode. I begin to spurt inside her, and her vagina clasps me even more
tightly. We both shudder involuntarily as our climaxes overtake us. After
we collapse against each other, I begin to wonder if Jerry and Sue can hear
us. 'Nah, probably not.' I think to myself. 'We are so close to the ocean
that the surf is pretty loud.'
Little do I know! Later that morning on an early beach walk, Jerry laughs
and tells me that he and Sue were listening at our door! Such friends!
The four of us have golf reservations Friday morning at 10 am at Pacific
Grove Municipal. It is a beautiful course right on the Pacific, and I am
looking forward to it. The weather is spectacular - no morning fog and no
coastal overcast. The sun is brilliant, and the sky is clear. We are all
quiet
and reserved around the breakfast table after last night's amazing events.
Sue seems the most relaxed of the four of us. Ann and Jerry can't bear to
meet each other's eyes, and both engage Sue and I in neutral chatter so they
don't have to talk together. Sue smiles warmly at me, and her look goes
straight to my groin. I am really attracted to her.
Golf is a great success. Jerry doesn't play too well, and Ann is just
learning, but Sue displays remarkable athletic ability. She hits the ball
well,
and we all enjoy the course and the sounds of the ocean and the barking
seals sunbathing on the rocks. Both Ann's and Sue's rear ends look very
tempting in golf slacks, and Jerry and I forget all concern about our golf
scores. After a late lunch on Fisherman's Wharf, we get back to our rented
beach house in plenty of time for another spectacular sunset. High clouds
are backlit by the setting sun, and the colors blaze in pinks and oranges
and purples from one end of the sky to the other. Up and down the beach,
the Pajaro Dunes property owners are out on the sands enjoying the
spectacle.
We grab a bottle of cabernet and four glasses and walk down on the beach.
The day of shared fun, the beauty of this setting and last night's intimacies
are all working together on the four of us to produce an almost hypnotic
atmosphere of closeness. Jerry sets his glass down and stands behind Sue,
embracing her as they both gaze at the sunset. Her buttocks press back
into his groin, and his hands move to her breasts. I stand beside Jerry, and
Ann leans back into me along side of Sue. I can sense and feel, rather than
see, Sue's hand drop down and reach back for Jerry's crotch.
As the last rays of sun disappear, the four of us turn to each other and all
embrace under that spectacular multi-colored sky. We feel particularly
blest to be in that place and time together. Sue whispers to the three of us,
"There's lots more to learn about sensuality if you're all game."
"I am!" I respond quickly. "Me too!" says Ann. "You can't leave me out,"
cries Jerry and gives the three of us a hearty squeeze. Unfortunately, it is
so hearty that my wine spills on Ann's shirt. "Let's go in now. I've got to
get this out before it stains." Ann says.
End of Part 1-----------------------------------------------------------
Tom
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