____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o John and Cindi's Story (orgy, exh, wife) by Anon NixPixer (c) 1989 ** John and Cindi Dorne had been married almost 20 years. Ten years ago, in a bold and daring move, they abandoned reasonably successful 9-5 jobs and started a business from their home, supplying precision metal parts to industry. From those initial hard working days, the business grew and became lucrative beyond their wildest dreams. Even with the new expensive home, the summer house, the country club membership, they wanted more. When a chance to substitute the metal parts from a foreign and considerably less expensive source arose, they took it, reasoning that their customers would never know. They were wrong. Parts sent to a factory, owned by one Edward Hudson, caused extensive damage to machinery, loss of huge revenues, and the injury to two of his workers. Hudson traced the problem and demanded restitution from the Dorne's, and threatened both civil suit and criminal prosecution. The Dorne's, now faced with the prospect of losing everything, agreed to meet with Edward Hudson at his estate. Hudson, knocking on the door of the billionaires club, could easily afford the losses at one of his many businesses. The Dorne's agreed all too readily that THEY would be the 'entertainment' at a party Hudson, and his wife Alicia, would be hosting that evening. ___--------------------------------------------------- Alicia Hudson contained her enthusiasm as she opened the large oak doors of the Hudson mansion. She just stared for a few moments at the obviously nervous John and Cindi Dorne. Alicia guessed John to be about 42. He was about 6 feet tall, and a tad overweight. The wife, Cindi, about the same age, shorter by six inches, 36" bust line, tapering to proportionate waist and hips. Both dressed well, he in his gray suit, she in a flowing black cocktail dress. "Do come in and meet our guests," Alicia spoke softly and politely. The Dorne's nodded and followed the tall blonde woman into the Great Room. There were four couples seated in large couches and comfortable chairs. At at the center of the conversation pit was a large heavy wooden table. Edward Hudson stood at the fireplace mantle. Alicia pulled Cindi from John's comforting arm. "Cindi, do be a dear, and raise your dress. Our guests would like to see your panties." Alicia spoke ever so nicely. John closed his eyes. He could do nothing. Cindi's eyes swelled with tears, knowing she would have to obey. She glanced at John and then at the faces of the smiling guests. Cindi lifted the hem of her dress high, bunching it around her waist. "Walk around the table, dear,"Alicia directed, "let them all get a good look." Each guest made her stop, turn, bend over, all while she held her dress up. She was mortified when an elegantly dressed woman felt the soft flesh of her belly over the panties. Cindi had never even entertained the thought of bi-sexuality, and shook with humiliation as the woman's fingers squeezed and felt her crotch. Alicia, standing behind John, reached around, gripped his lapels, and removed his jacket, leaving him standing in his shirt, tie, and slacks. "Take your pants off," she whispered to him, while teasing at the hair on the back of his neck with her long painted nails. John loosened his belt, all the while watching his embarrassed wife, holding her dress up and being fondled. Alicia tucked up his shirt past his belly. He felt foolish standing in his briefs, shirt with tie, and shoes and socks. Even in his embarrassment, he tried to suck in the paunch of his stomach. Alicia chuckled at this and reached around and felt the front of John's briefs. John closed his eyes as her fingers traced the length of his penis over the briefs. "Cindi, come here, girl," Alicia ordered. When Cindi stood before her, Alicia told her to remove her dress. She could hear the guests chuckling as she stood in her underwear. "Take off John's briefs," Alicia ordered Cindi. Cindi, breathing heavy slid her fingers into the waistband of the briefs, squatted, and pulled off her husbands under garment. The guests applauded. "I would like to see his anus," a gray haired gentleman on the couch spoke up. "Go ahead, John," Alicia prodded John, "go over to the couch and show Mr. Pierce your anus. "Yeah, I want to see Cindi's also," Mrs. Pierce chuckled. Alicia smiled and as Cindi shook with humiliation, Alicia removed Cindi's bra and panties. She was stark naked in a room full of clothed people. Alicia led the blushing woman to where Mrs. Pierce was sitting. The older couple had John and Cindi get up on the table, kneel down with their heads and shoulders resting on the table and looking at each other. Then to their horror, the couple was ordered to reach back and pull open the cheeks of their asses! John shook with shame as he felt a MAN'S hands fingering his ass pucker and fondling his hanging balls! Cindi fared no better, as Mrs. Pierce scratched at her anus and at the same time pinched and felt her soft vaginal folds. The other guests joined in, fingering and playing with John and Cindi's exposed private parts. John felt a slender female hand grab the softness of his penis. The man's large hand still teased his balls, bouncing them, and rolling the plums with the scrotal sack. John felt his penis swell and tried to will away the arousal as the woman expertly, her teeth fixed in leering grin, stroked and fondeld his organ. Cindi had been rolled over on her back, her legs spread and pulled back to her chest. Busy fingers tweaked and pulled her nipples to erection, while others teased at her slit, clit, and her spread open anus.