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From: "Thomas Baetzler" <thb@spectre.ka.sub.org>
Date: Sat, 03 Dec 94 14:55:08 +0100
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Subject: Averti: Anita and Me (mf,bdsm)
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    Hello,

    here is another bunch of stories from my private archive. The stories
in this series were all written by averti, who can be found on the
alt.sex.bondage newsgroup, if you want to reach him for comment. The wi.*
addresses found in the header are from the old Wizvax Anonymous Contact 
Service, so they might map to another user these days.

I'm reposting these in an effort to raise the signal/noise ratio on this 
group. Besides that, I think they're just great :-)

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From: wi.4609@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY, repost, averti, Anita & Me
Date: 12 Jun 92 18:07:36 GMT


***
Anita and Me

I have a special love-friend, and that makes me special. My friend's
name is Toby, and she's a long-legged, cool, strong, openfaced woman
who essentially lives for love. I'm not talking about love of family
or love of country or love of the local hockey expansion team. I'm
talking about hot, wet, dangerous, _lusty_ love, sexual passion and
magic between two or more people that blows open the doors of the soul
and lets the fresh wind blow through.

Some time back, Toby met a woman named Anita. They had a kind of an
affair, which is to say that Anita was accepted into Toby's life
and became a part of a unique circle of stylized dominance and submission.
The circle centers around Toby, but she is no spider presiding over
a web. Toby is one of the flies in her own web.

I had met Anita socially a few times, thought we hit it off reasonably
well. Toby gives off magic cosmic intertpersonal rays that defuse
ordinary problems like jealousy or personality mismatch, so I just
accepted Anita as a lover of Toby's and didn't spend much time thinking
about her. She was very appealing to me physically, a medium-height
woman with a trim, graceful figure, a delicious shy smile, and a great
deal of quiet self-assurance.

Thus I was surprised when Anita called me one Friday evening and
asked me out for a drink.

***
***

Anita took a sip of her drink and looked at me over the rim of her
glass. She had cool dark grey eyes, a little distant, a little guarded.
``Uh, I've been talking with Toby...'' she trailed off.

``Always a risk, but generally worth it'' I said, unhelpfully.

``She really loves you. I mean, REALLY loves you. I guess you know that.''

I bowed my head in assent. ``And I her. That's one of the central facts
of my life.''

Anita smiled. It was a shy, very fleeting smile that made me want to
touch her lips with my fingers. In fact, it made me _plan_ to touch her
lips with my fingers. ``I met Toby through Barb, a few months back''
Anita continued. ``We--uh--she--''

``Toby brought you out. To Watching.''

``Yes.'' Anita blushed slightly and knitted her fingers. ``It was
amazing. Most amazing single experience I have had in my life.'' Her
eyes slipped focus. I could tell she was replaying the experience in
her mind's eye, that she was looking at me but seeing herself and Toby
writhing and twisting in violent sexual climax, nipples hard to bursting,
mouths spread in the silent scream, pointed fingers plundering inflamed
vulvae.

***
***

``I guess what I'm proposing is a Watcher's meeting of two'' Anita
said, looking down.

I shrugged. ``Fine with me, but I'm a little curious? If you want to
watch a strange man--excuse me, a man who is a stranger--masturbate,
then why not rent a couple of JO pornos?''

``No, I want the whole deal. It's not curiosity; I want to know how
it feels, the intimacy, the embarassment, the lack of committment.''

***

I smiled across the table. Anita really was a cool one; she looked
as if she could walk through an oilwell fire and not pick up a
smudge. Somewhere inside me a little voice said, ``That's all right,
baby. The coolest, tightest-wrapped ones are often the ones who
groan the loudest, talk the dirtiest, writhe the most violently,
and come the hardest, when the Magic Moment comes around.''

***

I have the body of someone who once did hard physical labor but
lately has shifted to lifting heavy objects with the mind. Neither
beautiful nor ugly, I'm comfortable in my skin.

***

``Now, how does this work?'' Anita asked.

I kept a non-commital face. ``How does it work with Toby?''

``Er, she tells me stuff to do...and she does stuff and makes
me watch--LETS me watch, I guess you would say...'' Anita was
still a little confused.

``Good! I am going to talk you through it--`tell you stuff to do''--
but you may also suggest things to me. I'm in charge, but you have
the power of '' I grinned ``suggestion.''

***

Anita took off her blouse. She was wearing a sheer bra. She unzipped
her skirt and stepped out of it. From the waist down she wore a half-
slip over what I assumed to be pantihose. She smiled nervously at
me and reached behind her to unhook her bra. ``There's not a whole
lot to look at,'' she murmured.

``If Toby were here she'd rag you to death for a remark like that''
I chided. ``Hold on just a second. I want to spend a little time
admiring your breasts through that nice, sheer bra. Just drop your
hands to your side and stand there, please.''

Anita did what I asked. Her small breasts rode gracefully in the
lacy fabric cups, and I could make out the dark rings of her nipples
as well as the rising dents of the tips of those nipples. ``Isn't
it romantic?'' I said softly. ``Your nipples are ahead of your mind,
already. They look so sweet, poking at the fabric.''

Anita flushed fetchingly, from her shoulders up into her hairline.
Delicious! I went on, ``Did Toby make you play with your nipples?''

Anita blushed a deeper shade, then grinned. ``Did she? I came so hard
I fell off the couch! And without even touching my...you know.''

``Your youknow? Yeah, I know, do you know? We'll get back to that.
Now you may remove the bra.'' I had now taken charge, without being
obvious about it. Get your partner to do the first thing you ask,
and it's all escalation from there on.

Anita unclasped the sheer bra and let the straps fall from her
shoulders, then stood straight as the wispy lace fell to the floor.
Her breasts were smallish and sweetly rounded, with small, medium
brown nipples that now were as hard and pointed as fingertips. She
stood straight and still as I studied her breasts, her hands at her
sides and her eyes fixed on my face.

``Caress your breasts'' I commanded. ``Very softly, very lightly. Cup
them in your hands, stroke the nipples, trail your fingertips up
and down...''

Anita obeyed. Her slender fingers roamed over her breasts as if they
belonged to another person. She tilted her head back and closed her
eyes as she rubbed and tweaked her hardening nipples. The scene was
such a seductive closed circuit that I could almost feel phantom hands
on my phantom breasts as I watched her play.

``Squeeze them now'' I said, my voice half choked with lust. ``Squeeze
them and pull on them. Imagine Toby ordering you to do it.'' Anita
placed a hand under each breast and reached the thumb and forefinger
up to capture each tender bud, a wildly graceful and erotic gesture.
She bit her lip and began to breathe faster as she pinched, squeezed,
and tugged on the delicate points.

``Open your eyes, Anita'' I said. ``Look at yourself in the mirror.
Watch your slut self as you torture your tits like the hot jilloff
bitch that you are!'' She turned to the mirror wall and gazed at her
upper body through eyes that were slitted with horniness. She took a
freh grip on each nipple and pulled them out and away from her body
to an almost alarming extent, the weight of each small but solid
breast hanging from the extended tip.

***

``Now what?'' Anita breathed. She clasped her hands in front of
her groin, which winsomely squeezed her red-nippled breasts together.

``Now ask me for permission'' I said sternly.
\
``Pardon?'' She looked confused.

``Please, may I touch my pussy?'' I quoted. Ka-Blush! Anita turned red
from forehead to chest.

``Pl-please may I touch my pussy?'' Anita whispered.

``You may.''

Anita spread her legs slightly so that she was standing in a relaxed
position. She cupped her brown-furred mons with both hands and began
to lightly stroke. I felt the familiar Watcher rush as my eyes recorded
the opening moments of the world's most intimate and private sexual act.
***

Sauce for the gander time. Anita stood naked on the grey carpet, near
the wall. ``Time for you to do the strip'' she ordered.

``Yes, ma'am'' I said cheerfully. I got out of my boots and socks,
pulled my jersey over my head, and slipped my pants to the floor
and stepped out of them. I was glad I was wearing relatively new
briefs and a favorite black T shirt. I began to take off the T shirt.

``Minute'' Anita said, in a command voice. ``I'd like a little while to
...admire... you in that T shirt.'' I let go of the hem and dropped
my hands to my sides. ``How about your _nipples_?'' Anita asked, flushing
deliciously at her own daring. ``Can you make them hard so I can see
them through the T shirt?''

``Yeah, but nothing much,'' I said. I fingered and tweaked my nipples,
twisting and pulling them through the thin cotton fabric until the
central portions stood out in definite bumps.

``That looks good!'' Anita laughed. ``This is _fun_!'' She reached
up and again attacked her own pretty nipples. I could feel myself growing
hotter by the second. I looked down. My penis was a tent pole in my
briefs. A droplet stain of pre-cum revealed that parts of me had been
ready for quite some time.

``Now you can take off the T shirt'' Anita said. I shucked it off
over my head and let it drop to the floor. ``Now play with your
nipples some more. Let me see how far you can stretch them out.''

Well, without clips or some other appliances, an additional half-
inch or so was all I could manage, but it looked good to her,
and it _felt_ good to me! I stood there in the quiet, almost empty
room, torturing my nipples at the behest of a hot, nude woman. It
doesn't get a whole lot better than that.

Anita released her nipples and said, ``Okay, on with the show!'' She
looked narrowly at my crotch and added, ``Is that a stain?''

``Yes, ma'am, and it's dedicated all to you.''

``You bad boy! Leaking all over your underwear like that!'' She
grinned at me slyly. ``Show it to me a little at a time...just
the head, first.''

I rolled down the waistband of my briefs to expose the head of
my cock. It was gorged, dark red, gleaming with fluid, and otherwise
hale, hearty, and ready for duty.

Anita clapped her hands. ``All right! Most enthusiastic looking!
And look at all that lube...I bet it tastes yummy!''

Yummy? ``Actually, doesn't taste like much of anything,'' I mumbled
without thinking.

``Well, maybe it does TODAY'' Anita said with an evil grin. ``Give it
a try.''

Well, orders is orders. I scooped up a fingertip's worth of pre-cum and
licked it up. ``About like usual.''

***

We (much later) ended up facing each other on the floor like a
turned-around two man bobsled team. Anita sat between my lower legs
and threw her slender calves over my thighs so that she straddled
me, our genital junctions no more than a foot apart.

``Oh, I like it when we touch'' Anita murmured. ``It's so much nicer.''
She moved up and down, rubbing her silky legs against my furry ones.
She looked down into my lap. ``God, your cock is so _red_!'' she
said ingenuously. ``Is that normal?''

``What, you never looked at a cock in a brightly lit room before?''

``Um, no, not really. It's always been either dark or already inside
me by this stage.''

I grasped my penis in one hand and gave it a few determined strokes.
``Well, it's red because you have made it extremely hot and horny
with all your shameless nudity and sex play.''

***

***

It seems that every woman has a slightly different way of making
self-love; the body and the spirit must get to know each other so
intimately that after a while the most improbable actions become
learned as the _right_ actions. Anita was a fast-and-slow jilloff.
As she got close to her orgasm, she alternated between rubbing slowly
at and around the entrance to her vagina, and moving up to vibrate
her first two fingers rapidly and directly on her exposed clit. On
the vagina strokes, her left hand crept up to seize and twist a
nipple; on the clit strokes, her left hand went back down to pin back
her minor lips and hold her clitoris out for access.

Suddenly, it seemed almost without warning to the one who was having
it, an orgasm began to take hold of Anita and deal violently with
her. Her eyes flew wide open and then squinched shut; her neck muscles
clenched; she started breathing in short, hooting pants; and her
clitrubbing hand first blurred with violent motion and then stopped
moving altogether.

It is at moments like this that _I_ feel most truly alive. Anita wrapped
her legs around me like steel pincers. Her bottom bounced on the carpet.
Her hand splayed all across her vulva, like a claw. She threw her head
back and gritted her teeth and CAME, violently, enthusiasticly, freely,
laughing and sobbing and moaning and crooning...

***

``Come on me!'' Anita ordered, pleaded. ``Oh, God, come on me!''
She was still on the slope of her latest major climax. I grinned
at the sweet, sweaty woman as she rubbed violently between her legs
and bounced her behind on the carpeted floor. I rode on out to
my climax, fist pumping cock at a steady rhythm. I had an instant
of snapshot clarity just before I started to come, an acid flashback
type of thing, where I could see _every_ detail of Anita's body,
ever hair, every pore, every bead of sweat, every glisten of
pussy lube. Then the head of my cock got red hot, doubled in size,
and fired the first round. I kept on stroking, shivering with delight.

``Yess!'' Anita veritably shouted. ``Come on me! Come on my pussy!''
She spread her vulva wide with both hands. I aimed as best I could,
and another plume of cum bridged the space between us and splashed
among her dark hair and pink engorged flesh. ``Come on my CLIT!!''
Anita cried, changing the shape of her gaping pussy, framing the
love bud at the top. I stroked again, the sperm flew across the gap
between our bodies and splashed in the arch of her vulva. ``Yess!!''
she literally screamed. She spread the pale slippery stuff on and
around her clitoris and violently massaged the love bud with two
fingers.

The last spurts of my ecstacy landed somewhere in the general
area, but Anita neither noticed nor cared. She either re-peaked
the previous orgasm or achieved another new one, it doesn't
much matter. She howled and made animal faces and stuck her tongue
out and rubbed her clit violently until, with a kind of near-
convulsion, she finished coming. She then fell backwards to the
floor, leaving her lower legs wrapped around my waist.

A few seconds passed, marked only by two tones of heavy breathing.
Finally she looked up and grinned at me. ``I kind of lost track
there for a while'' she said, hoarsely. ``Did you make out all right?''

***

``So this is `dual self-erotica''', Anita said, lying on her back
and breathing slowly as I rubbed her belly and chest in a soothing,
not particularly erotic way.

``Well, it's our version of it, anyway'' I replied. ``Just like happy
families, always the same, always different...'' I stretched.

Anita rolled over on her side and propped herself up on one elbow.
This made her shapely little breasts do absolutely wonderful things.
She looked at me. ``Can I ask you a question?''

``Sure.''

``Do you ever fuck women?''

I grinned at her. ``Of course. And men, too.'' I waved my hand in
a circle. ``What we did here tonight was what you said you wanted
to do, and it's what I often prefer to do. But I do lots of other
things. Hope you do too, for that matter.''

``Would you fuck me?''

``Not for about 10 or 20 more minutes'' I said, playing dumb.

``No, stupid, I mean, would you like to fuck me?''

I sat up and put my arms around her neck. ``Anita, I would like to
fuck you, I would like to suck your pussy, I would like to fuck you
in your tight little ass, in other words, I like you.''

``You LIKE me?''

``Well, I can stand you.''

She bopped me in the head with a pillow.

***
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Cheers,

Thomas Baetzler, bath0011@fh-karlsruhe.de, thb@spectre.ka.sub.org
--
Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side?  And hain't that a big
enough majority in any town?         --- Mark Twain, "Huckleberry Finn"