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KOORITZKY ࡱ ; @ C A ܥe 3 e U ^Q n j n j t t t t t u jt v u u u u u F u ŗ 1 <v <v <v <v <v <v <v <v iv kv kv kv + v xw Zx T J : xx M t <v + , <v <v <v <v xx <v t t <v <v <v <v <v <v t <v t <v iv t 4t 6 t t t t <v iv <v - <v Subject: College Handyman (m,f,f,f, exam, voy, enema) From: drlove@col.edu.dk (Dr. Love) Date: 9 Jan 1996 02:59:33 GMT Message-ID: <4cslml$8nh@news.cais.com> The College Handyman A lot of guys worked their way through college, but I doubt if any of them had a job as good as mine. About midway through my second year, my funds were beginning to run short and I knew I had to take on a part-time job to help make ends meet. I checked the job board at the student union building, but by this time of the school year, all the choice jobs had been taken. I noticed one near the bottom that said College Handyman Needed. I used to work construction during the summer so I figured what the heck, I'll give it a shot. The job was sponsored by the college and consisted of getting a list of minor repairs from the head engineer in the morning, and doing the work when I wasn't in class. This was great because I worked whatever hours I wanted, day or night; all I had to do was make sure the jobs were done. Most of the jobs were little run of the mill repairs: fix a hinge, change a door knob, that kind of thing. The thing was, in order to perform these repairs, I was given a set of keys that allowed me to open almost every lock on campus. It was about two weeks into my new job that I realized what potential laid in those keys. I was given a work order to fix a burned out light bulb in the campus clinic one Friday, so I got my material and walked over to the clinic. I walked in the front door and went up to the nurses station. I asked what room the bulb was burned out in. She said she'd have to ask the doctor and left the reception area. While I waited for her, I turned around and noticed the waiting room was full of girls; not one guy. It struck me as kind of odd, but I really didn't give it much thought, until I noticed the bulletin board: Fridays---Gynecological Appointments. An alarm bell went off in my head. My perverse mind began to wonder if I could put my easy access to any room on campus to some erotic use. The nurse came back and said the storeroom was where the burned out lamp was, and pointed me in that direction. I repaired the lamp and left. Late that evening I returned to the clinic and used my keys to get me in. The place was dark, but I knew just what I was looking for: An exam room that adjoined a closet or storeroom. I wandered around the clinic, checking out each exam room, one by one. After scouting them all out, I discovered that only one exam room had a table with stirrups that could be used for a pelvic exam. I exited the exam room to see what laid on each side. On one side were the stairs, but luckily on the other was the electric closet. Perfect. I carefully searched the exam room for a place I could make a small hole in the wall. There was a spot right under the paper towel dispenser that would work great. It was below eye level, so no one would see it, and it faced the foot of the exam table. I took out my knife and made a small hole in the wall and then pushed in through the other sheet of drywall. I went into the electric closet and made a larger opening so I could peek through and see almost the entire exam room. The trap was set, all I had to do was wait. Late the next Thursday evening, I went bainto the bag. She reached down between her legs and wiped herself with some toilet paper that was sitting nearby. When she was done, the doctor said a couple of things to her and left the room. She quickly gathered her clothing, put them on, and exited the room, not even bothering to turn out the lights. This was all just too much. I rewound the tape right there and rubbed one out as I watched the whole scene over again. For the rest of my time in college, I videotaped over nine hundred beautiful college girls getting everything from birth control pills to their annual pelvic exams. My video collection taught me a myriad of intimate things about women. I was able to look at a girl on campus and imagine what her pussy and breasts were like. I'd then go back to my room and check my video library to see if I was right. I had it subdivided into blondes, brunettes, and redheads, and by their height and weight. Isn't dBase great, I thought. After a while I could look at a girl I saw on campus and think to myself, "great tan, tight ass, large areolae, pointy nipples, shaves her pussy, nice inner lips, petite vagina... ". It was like having a carnal catalog of the girl at school! End of Part 1 Next: Fixing the shower in the girl's locker room. 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KOORITZKYA:\STORIES\CHDYMAN.DOC@Brother Multi-Function Center LPT1: BROMFC Brother Multi-Function Center #D U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U eU U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U U V jn kn ln mn nn on pn qn rn sn tn un vn wn xn yn zn {n |n }n ~n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n u^ My first time...... I was probably like any other fifteen year old when I was growing up, seemingly always having to fight off a hard-on. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was because I was still a virgin, but my almost daily jack-off sessions didn't seem to help much. I still wanted to experience the feeling of my dick actually plunging into some beautiful young girl's tight, wet cunt. Hell, she didn't even have to be all that beautiful! This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn't keep out the thoughts of some young girl's pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit. My imagination, summer bikinis, and worn issues of Playboy helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room looking at my dick with lust, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking our brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight! The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neighbor girl. Even then I didn't know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. 'If only I new then what I know now,' I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob. I was sitting on a rock wall behind the house fretting about all of this one fall day, when I was startled by the voice of a neighbor girl who had walked up behind me. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Susan was a typical twelve-year-old, her body just beginning to show the first signs of maturing into an hourglass shape, but she still was almost flat-chested. Her personality had definitely not matured, and I even considered her to be quite a brat. "Nothing much, just moping around," I told her. "What's wrong?" she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the wall, her small sundress riding up her smooth legs. I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her preteen, budding chest. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers. "Well......, it's just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already," I began, "some of them have even had sex." I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn't seem to be aware of her immodest pose. "I'm just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I'll never have the guts to either." She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day. "Have you ever wondered what it's like to have sex?" I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter. She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering. "Well...., yeah...., sometimes...., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play by themselves. I'll probably never have a boyfriend or anything," she said solemnly. "Have you ever thought about doing it with anybody around here?" I asked, pressing further. "EEEWWW, NO!" she said, raising her voice defensively. "Don't get mad, Susan! I was just wondering." I said, trying to salvage the situation. "I wouldn't tell anybody if you had thought about it." After that exchange, we both sat silently for a few moments. She resumed her position of resting her head on her knees, and her skirt still left her entire bottom open below her legs. Hoping to get a better view of this sight, I stretched and yawned, feigning fatigue. I then bent forward and crawled along the ground until I was stretched out on my side facing Susan, my feet resting against the wall. She looked at me momentarily before adverting her gaze to the ground directly in front of her, resuming her thoughts. I waited until she looked away before looking under her legs, but when I did, I was greeted by the sight of her beautiful tanned legs disappearing into the rumpled bottom of her skirt. Between them was a bright white strip of cotton cloth, covering what I knew had to be her young twat. The tightness of the cloth stretched across her little pussy, clearly identifying just where it was by the indentation of the fabric along the slit. My dick immediately began to respond, and I quickly stuck my hand in my pocket to adjust it before it was too late, leaving it there to help hide the effect it was going to have on my pants. "I've thought a lot about having sex," I said, looking back up to her eyes just as she turned her gaze back to me. "Really? Who with?" she asked curiously. Now she had me on the spot. If I told her all of the girls my fantasies revolved around, it would be just like this little brat to go and tell them. As I studied her face though, I noticed a look that I had never seen before. It was as if she was trying to form a mental image of two people having sex, me being one of them and the other still left blank. "Well...., I don't know. You might think it's gross if I tell you. What's more, you'll probably go right off and tell them if I told you who it was," I said. "I won't think it's gross, and I promise I won't tell...., please....." she pleaded. Now I was beginning to feel I was getting somewhere. I really had her curiosity up, and I even thought that she might even be enjoying this line of conversation. "Well...., OK," I began. "But you gotta promise you aren't gonna tell. And it's not like I would really do it with them or anything. I've just thought about it, OK?" "OK, sure!" she replied, just a tinge of excitement in her voice. "Um..., well..., you know Jodi McAllister? I've thought about doing it with her." I said. "Oh," she replied, sounding slightly disappointed. "Yeah, she's got a nice body. Blonde hair....., blue eyes...., and pretty nice tits too! And she's got a REAL nice ass on her!" I said, hoping to get Susan's gears going. Susan raised up, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees. She shifted her feet out from her body, keeping her thighs together. Her little feet were pointed inward slightly, giving her a very little girlish look. Her gaze seemed to be far off now as she thought about what I had said. My eyes returned to that magic spot between her legs momentarily, as I pondered how to word my next sentence. "Who else have you thought about?" she asked in a faraway tone. "Well...., if you promise you won't think it's gross.....," I said, pausing for a response. "No..., no, I don't think it's gross!" she said, looking back at me with pleading eyes. "Well...., I'm kinda embarrassed to tell you who else I was thinking about," I said teasingly. "Aw, c'mon....., I promise I won't tell!" she begged. "Well...., you really won't have to...., 'cause...., I kinda have been thinkin' about doin' it with you," I said softly, not really lying about it now. A look of complete surprise came over her face as her head raised from its resting place slightly and her hands came apart. Her mouth gaped open as she took in what I had just said and I noticed a distinct deep red blush spread across her face. "Billy...!" she exclaimed, not really knowing what to say next. "Y-y-you've really..... thought about...., y'know..., having sex..... with me?!" she asked in disbelief. "Well....yeah," I said, more confidently. "You're a pretty girl, and even though you don't really have any tits yet, you still have a nice body." She blushed again, instinctively reaching down and wrapping her skirt around her legs, drawing them together and hunching over to rest her chin on her knees once more. It was obvious that she had been flattered about my remarks, but at the same time she was totally caught off guard with the thought of someone wanting to have sex with her. I could see her playing out the scene in her mind as she sat there, rocking back and forth slightly. A long, pregnant pause elapsed before anyone said anything again. It was me who initiated the next question. "Well..., what do you think?" I asked her. "Do you think you would want to have sex with somebody like me?" "NO!" she exclaimed. "I couldn't....., I mean....., I'm not quite thirteen yet. I shouldn't be doing stuff like that. And besides, you're fifteen!" "So, I know some girls who did it when they were twelve- years-old," I lied. "Oh yeah....., who?" she demanded. "Well...., I promised I wouldn't tell. And promises are promises," I said, trying to get myself out of that one. Susan thought for a moment before saying, "Well...., I dunno....., I just don't think I better do anything like that." "OK, OK......, but if you COULD do it, do you think you would do it with somebody like me?" I asked, trying to keep on the topic. "Well...., I dunno," she said blushing. "I...., I guess so." I just smiled back at her, "Thanks, Susan. I needed to hear that!" She looked back at me, and an embarrassed smile flashed across her face as she had to look away. I wasn't through with her yet, however. I just HAD to get something out of all of this. My dick was pressing against my pants with one of the most raging hard-ons I had ever had. I had noticed Susan looking down at my crotch a couple of times as we had talked about doing it, but I wasn't sure if she saw anything as my hand was still in my pocket, partially hiding the tent-like effect my dick was having on my pants. I waited a few more moments before starting again, "You know...., I don't even know what a naked girl looks like." "What about your sister, haven't you seen her naked before?" she asked. "Well....yeah. But that was a long time ago, when she was just a little baby. Besides, it's not the same when you see your sister, especially when she's only one-year-old." I continued to look at Susan. She was all balled up, and refused to look at me when we weren't talking. I had decided that I just had to at least see her bare little pussy, even if she wasn't gonna let me fuck her. At least I would have something to go whack off with for a while. "What about you...., would you let me see you naked?" I asked hesitantly. "I'll let you see me naked." "I..., I don't know. I better not," her voice showing her uncertainty. "Aw, c'mon Susan," I begged. "I'll probably never get to see a naked girl until I get married...., if I ever DO get married." "I-I don't know, Billy." she said nervously. I could tell she was actually considering it, but she still would have rather I hadn't asked. Even so, the thought of seeing a naked boy probably for the first time intrigued her. "I'll make it worth your while," I went on. "I'll buy you an banana split when the ice cream man comes by." She paused for a moment, biting her upper lip as she contemplated my proposal. The agony of the moment was almost unbearable for me. Finally, she spoke, " Well....OK...." I almost leaped for joy inside, but I kept my cool on the outside. At least as much cool as I could considering my state of excitement. "But you've got to promise that you'll not touch me. And you've got to promise not to tell ANYBODY. And you still have to buy me the banana split." she rattled on. "OK, OK," I interrupted, "I promise, I promise." "C'mon, let's go to Mr. Young's garage where nobody will see us," I said, grabbing her by the hand and rushing her away before she had a chance to change her mind. Mr. Young's garage was way off in the back of his property by itself, surrounded by a few old maple trees on the sides and back. He was a widower, and was away all day. He used it mainly as a work shop, and we kids used to hang around on Saturdays and watch him tinker with his old cars. He kept an old Buick out there, and that is where Susan and I stopped to carry out our deal. "You go first," I told her. "Can't we both just go at the same time?" she asked. "Well...., yeah..., sure," I said almost reluctantly, not wanting to miss one second of her bare pussy being exposed. "Remember, you can't touch, and you've got to buy me that banana split," she said. "I know, Susan. You don't have to keep reminding me," I said, as I unzipped my pants and she pulled her panties down under her skirt. I quickly shucked my cut-offs down, exposing my underwear and the large bulge sticking out into it. Susan had bent over to pull her panties down to about her ankles, then stood up, stepping out of them with her left foot and flipping them off with her right. As she stood, she became transfixed by the sight of my bulging underwear. Knowing that her pussy was naked under her skirt, and that I was about to see it seemed to make my dick even harder than ever. What's more, knowing that my naked cock was going to be so close to a naked pussy, and me not getting to at least stick it in was more than I could bear. I just had to have more than just a look. My mind raced over what I could say to coax her into letting me at least try to stick it in her as we both slowly began to expose our sex to each other. I bent over as I slowly lifted the waistband of my underwear over my pulsing cockhead, sliding them down my legs. My face was about a foot and a half from Susan's crotch, as she slowly lifted her skirt. The hem slowly inched it's way up, and just as I saw the first signs of a tiny hairless slit she stopped. "Well, stand up so I can see it. We've got to do it together," she demanded. Reluctantly I stood up, my hard dick pointing up at her face at about a 45 degree angle. Susan gasped as she looked at it bobbing slightly in front of her. "OK, Susan, take your skirt off," I said impatiently. "I'm just going to lift it up so you can see it, I don't want to take it off," she replied. I was at the point where I didn't care, just so long as I could see her whole pussy. Quickly she jerked her skirt up over her waist to expose my first full view of a live girl's pussy. It was so beautiful, just a tiny little hairless slit laying there between her closed legs. I marveled at the smooth folds of skin, and the lack of anything else around them. "Spread your legs a little bit, Susan. I can't really see anything yet," I asked, my voice almost choking in my throat. Pausing for a second, she then stepped outward with first one leg, then the other, leaving me a clear view of the little line running down her crotch and disappearing up under her. We stood like that for a little bit, both of us in awe of each other before I spoke again. "Susan.....," I began, "Just let me stick it in you one time...., PLEASE! Just one time, that's all." "I don't know....," she said cautiously, "besides, you said all I have to do is show you my thing, then you would buy me the banana split." "I know, I know....., but you look so pretty down there...., a-and guys who have done it before tell me that it feels REAL good when you do it. I promise I'll only stick it in and then pull it right back out...., OK?" I pleaded as I watched her let the hem of her skirt relax downward a little as she thought. "Well.....," she thought for a moment, looking at my cock, "I......, I guess it will be all right....., just one time though." "OK," I said, "I get to stick it in you all the way one time, then I'll pull it out." "Then you buy me the banana split," she added. "Then I buy you the banana split," I acknowledged. "C'mon over here to the car, we can do it in the backseat." She dropped her skirt back down and stood by the car door as I opened it. Then she jumped in and lay down on her back across the seat, pulling her skirt up. One leg draped off the edge of the seat, giving me my first good look at her whole, hairless little pussy slit. It started just a little ways up the front of her body and continued down all the way between her legs connecting with the crack of her ass, making one continuous line. The lips of her hairless twat were tight together, leaving no clue as to where her little hole might be. Slowly, I climbed in the car over her until my dick hovered right over the top of her slit. I wasn't quite sure just where it was supposed to go, so without further ado, I began poking at her slit with my dick. The first prod ran along the very top portion of her hairless slit, the head of my cock parting her lips slightly as it slid up and onto her lower belly. She giggled a little bit at this new stimulation, as the shaft of my dick slid against her preteen clit. I raised up and tried again, producing the same effect. I propped myself up with my left arm as I backed up a little and eased my dick head down her slit with my right hand. 'Where is her little cunt hole,' I thought as my cock head explored the length of her slit. Suddenly, my dick felt something slightly more moist and hotter than before. 'That must be it," I thought, as I held my dick in place and pushed slightly. Her hole was tight, and my dick glanced off and ran down between her ass cheeks. Again, I backed up and placed the head of my dick at the entrance to her tight, hairless hole and pushed. This time I felt the head go in slightly. As hard as my dick was, it began to bend so I backed off of the pressure a little, but keeping my dick in the same place. Once more I pushed in, and again I felt my dick slip in a little more. This time when I stopped, I felt the walls of her pussy begin to slip down around my cock, readjusting themselves to where they had formerly been. Again I pushed, and I noticed that her pussy lips seemed to go with my dick inside her. When I stopped again, I could see her slit slowly reappear as the walls of her pussy slowly slid back down my dick. Again I pushed, and suddenly Susan gasped. I wasn't sure what happened, all I was sure about was that the feeling was incredible. It was like pushing my dick through layer after layer, fold after fold of hot, moist skin. Her tiny hairless hole was so tight that I could only go in a fraction of an inch at a time. Each time I pushed, her whole twat would go with me, and each time I stopped her hole would slowly ease it's way further down my dick, giving me the feeling of passing yet another fold of her inner skin. I could tell that Susan was experiencing some discomfort, but she was not protesting. This was a business deal. Both of us had a bargain to keep, and she was certainly going to keep hers. After all, it wasn't very often that a kid around here got a banana split. I kept up my assault on her tight, hairless, virgin cunt. I had almost gotten my entire dick in her on the last push when I felt the bottom of her pussy come into contact with the head of my dick. The last push had only allowed her pussy to slip down my dick part of the distance of my thrust, and her tiny slit was just barely visible between her legs, my dick resting snugly between them. Well, I was all of the way in now. We looked at each other, both of us breathing heavily as I stayed inside her for a moment, relishing the feeling of my cock buried deep inside this twelve-year-old's tight, hairless pussy. "Susan....," I managed to speak between gasps, "how about if I move my dick back and forth inside your pussy some? I'll still buy you a banana split!" She lay there with my dick inside her for a moment, panting heavily as she thought before asking hoarsely, "How many times do you want to do it?" I looked at her for a moment. I hadn't thought about that. How many times does it take before I can cum? "I dunno...," I gasped, "maybe about...., a hundred?" I hurried to quell the look of apprehension on her face by explaining, "A hundred times is not a lot. Hell...., I can count to a hundred in less than a minute!" She looked at me for a moment, then nodded in agreement as I began to slowly withdraw my dick until it was about halfway inside her. As I withdrew, the inner walls of her pussy seemed to hold onto my dick, creating an effect similar to the one when I entered her. Gradually I began pumping back and forth. The grip of her pussy, combined with the wetness and moisture was causing that familiar feeling deep within my loins. Her gasps became little "Ahh's" that came in time with each quickening thrust of my dick inside her. I don't think I needed to bargain for "about a hundred times", as the combination of the feeling of her tight hairless cunt wrapped around my dick, the feeling of her tiny body under mine, and the fact that she was looking me right in the eyes as I fucked her brought me over the edge with the most ball busting orgasm I had ever had. The force of my orgasm forced me to thrust completely inside of her, burying my dick to the hilt. I could feel the hard little nub of her cervix pressing against my cock head as I erupted spurt after spurt deep inside her preteen pussy. The amount of my jism was so much, and the room inside her was so little, that after I filled her preteen womb completely with my spunk, I began to feel it spurt out between my dick and the walls of her twat, running down onto my balls and between the crack of her ass. I had expended so much energy on my orgasm that I collapsed on top of her, my dick still buried deeply inside her. I rolled over slightly and eased my dick back out of her tiny twat, and as my cock head emerged from between her hairless pussy lips, one last spurt of pent up jism held inside my dick from the tightness of her pussy splashed across the bare lips of her slit, covering them completely. Our deal was done. It was late however, and the ice cream man had already gone by for the day. It was also getting on to be about supper time, so Susan slipped out of the car and put her panties back on under her skirt, leaving my cum dripping out of that sweet hairless hole and soaking those pretty white cotton panties. I saw Susan around the neighborhood a lot after that - at least until I graduated from high school and went off to college, but we never got together like that again until many years later, the night that the astronauts first walked on the moon, two weeks before her wedding day --- but that's another story..... Area: Erotic Story Board (InterNet) Subj: Fully Functional (STTNG, m/f, android, cons.) Disclaimer: This is absolutely unauthorized by anybody even remotely conected with any aspect of the Star Trek universe. If you are not of age or sufficient maturity to be reading sexual material, go away. Otherwise, read on. Comments are certainly welcome. Fully Functional "Wes, leave her tits alone." Wesley Crusher reluctantly moved his hands. "I wish they were bigger." "They're fine. Trust me." "Trust you?" Wes laughed. "Come on, Broccoli, you've never even been laid except on the holodeck." Reg Barclay, "Broccoli" to the younger engineering staff, gave Wes what he hoped was a withering look. "That is not true." Wes smirked. "Well, even if it is, that's not the point," Reg continued. "Her tits are perfect just the way they are. Quit thinking like a teenager, Wes." "I am a teenager." "Yeah, well, you're also an ensign." "Oh, ensigns like small tits? Then how come everybody ogles Counselor Troi instead of Flat-chest Farris?" Reg sighed. "You're impossible. Listen, if her tits were any bigger, she'd start to look abnormal. She has a certain elegance, the legginess and grace of a Risan pleasure dancer. You don't want her to be topheavy, do you?" "Geez, Broccoli, you sound like you want her for yourself." At that moment, the door hissed open to admit Commander LaForge. "Wes, Reg, there you --" he broke off, staring at them and the table between them, which held the motionless body of a nude woman. His jaw dropped. "What ..." "Geordi!" Wes blurted. "We -- um, that is ... it isn't what it looks like! She's not alive!" LaForge's gape widened. "No, that's not what I meant! She's not dead! She's ... well, ur," Wes stammered. "What the hell is going on here?" His barely-contained roar would have made even Worf take a step back. Reg gulped and looked him square in the face. "We're building a woman for Data." Geordi whoofed as if the breath had been knocked out of him. He staggered a bit, braced himself against a console, and said in a very calm polite tone, "What?" Having bounced back with the resiliency of youth and foolishness, Wes started babbling an explanation. "He's always trying so hard to be human, but he really feels alone, except for Spot, and do you remember when he built that girl, but she died? Well, he could have built another one, but he'd think of her as a daughter, and we thought maybe if we did it, he'd look at her as, you know, a woman. Not a sister or anything, but a girlfriend. I met a guy at the Academy when I was on that tour, he was interested in Dr. Sung's work and gave me copies of all his research, and Reg and I thought, well, Data's birthday is coming up, and Commander Riker's throwing him that surprise party, so we thought we'd give everyone a surprise and fix him up with a date. We didn't tell anyone else because I thought Captain Picard might tell us not to, and so we've been working here, in secret, but now that you're here and you know about it, you could help us!" He stopped, breathing fast, his eyes alight and hopeful as those of a puppy looking for a sign of approval. Reg was suddenly grateful that LaForge's visor concealed his eyes, because he was sure that he and Wes were on the receiving end of a withering look that was much more effective than his own. Speaking very slowly and carefully, Geordi said, "You are building a woman, for Data, as a present?" Reg nodded. "We actually could use your help, sir. You're more familiar with Data's positronic brain than anyone but Data himself, and we've been having a few problems. Gland boy there doesn't think it matters, but I thought Data might prefer having someone he could have intelligent conversation with, instead of just a sex machine." "Sex machine! That's a good one, Broccoli!" "Shut up, Wes," Geordi said absently. "You two constructed a positronic brain? Just cobbled one together in your spare time?" "Yes, sir. It wasn't as hard as it sounds. Getting the materials without anyone finding out, that was the hard part. Except, of course, that we haven't been able to bring her on-line. Maybe if you took a look ..." "Come on, Geordi," Wes said. "Data's your best friend. Don't you think he'd like a girl he could really relate to?" "Why do you think Data needs a girlfriend?" Geordi asked. "He took out that emotion chip, remember?" "But he wants to be human, or at least understand us better. Nothing's ever worked out for him with human women, why not an android? She'll be his perfect companion." Reg gestured to the table. "At least look at her. We've come this far. What do you think?" Scowling, Geordi stepped closer. As he studied the android woman, his frown was gradually replaced by a reluctant impressed smile. "Nice work, guys," he admitted. Reg and Wes grinned at each other, justifiably proud. "We call her Galatea," Reg said. "Ancient Earth mythology, Greek, to be precise. Pygmalion the sculptor made a statue of a woman and loved her so much the gods brought her to life." Galatea, still and silent under the dim lights, resembled an enchanted princess in a fairy tale. Her face was serene, as if awaiting only love's first kiss to awaken her. Except for a couple of places where her creamy skin was folded back to reveal circuitry, she was the image of a human woman. "She's beautiful," Reg said, "But if we can't get her brain functioning, we might as well give up and get an inflatable doll." "Do you think you can help, Geordi?" Wes asked eagerly. "The party's at the end of the week." "I'll help." Geordi sighed. "I feel like Dr. Frankenstein, but I'll help." "Don't think that way," Wes said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Dr. Sung, not Frankenstein." "I still want to know what you guys expect to happen. Data doesn't have the same needs and drives as a human man. He doesn't need sex." "But he can, right?" Wes asked. "Ship's gossip is that he and Tasha --" "You shouldn't believe all the ship's gossip," Geordi snapped. "Even if he can, that doesn't necessarily mean that he'll want to. It doesn't mean anything to him. It doesn't affect his system." "Galatea will," Reg said, smiling. "She's designed for it." "What are you talking about?" "Look." Reg popped open a patch of skin on her breast, folding it back. "See these? They'll react to the low-grade electric current in Data's skin. Her mouth and vagina are lined with similar sensor/transmitters. Basically, any skin-to-skin contact with these will cause the charge to intensify, jumping between their systems, causing an electrical response. The vaginal ones are even more intense. Continual contact will build up the charge until it is released in a burst of electronic stimulus." "You're talking about android orgasms?" Geordi said. "Yeah!" Wes said. "It causes a temporary overload of the synaptic functions of the neural net," Reg elaborated. "This is unbelievable." "That's what I thought at first," Reg said. "But all our tests indicate that it'll work." "Tests?" Geordi looked at them. "You didn't ..." "Gosh, no," Wes said. "We're not really sure what it would do to a human man. It should be safe, but, well, she's Data's." "If she wants to be," Reg put in. "That's why we want to get her brain working. So she can think and make her own decisions." "Well, let's get to work!" Geordi said. "Show me your project notes. Do you have a positronic scanner? What calibration did you use to develop the matrix?" * * * "This is foolish," Worf grumbled. "Lighten up, Mr. Worf," Will Riker said. He approached the Klingon with a spangly top hat, thought better of it, and donned it himself instead. Worf growled. Deana rested a hand on his arm and smiled gently up at him, and his growl subsided. Riker looked at them curiously for a moment, then shook his head. Deana and Worf? What a silly idea. He went to check on the bartender and make sure the special neutron punch hadn't eaten through the punchbowl yet. "It is foolish," Worf repeated in a lower voice. "Lurking in the dark in someone's quarters to surprise them? A warrior would react violently." "You didn't react violently when you caught me in your quarters," Deana reminded him teasingly. He gave her a stern warning look, then, seeing that nobody was watching, uttered another low growl much different from the first. She responded in kind and squeezed his hand before putting a pointy polka-dot hat on his head. He rolled his eyes but submitted. Across the room, Will Riker stopped beside Beverley Crusher. "They look awfully chummy," he said, nodding toward Deana and Worf. "Mmm-hmm," Beverley said, sipping from a glass of champagne. Her eyes danced at him over the rim. "Anything interesting to relate?" he prodded. She shook her head, smiling secretively. He loomed over her with jutting jaw and intimidating eyebrows, but she wouldn't relent. An ensign by the door hissed for quiet and doused the lights. There was a good deal of whispering and muffled giggling, a few anonymous pats, pinches, and gropes, and the door opened to admit Data. "Surprise!" they all shouted. Data's head cocked. "Surprise. Ah. The surprise party custom. In honor of the anniversary of the date upon which I was originally activated by the colonists." "Mr. Data, I don't think you're very surprised." Riker clapped a festive chapeau onto the bemused android and took him by the arm. "Come on and cut the cake." "The very definition of a surprise is that which is unexpected. This is hardly unexpected, Commander, as you have a history of planning similar gatherings for most of the officers. Still, if you will instruct me, I will attempt to behave in a suitably surprised manner." "I told you, Will," Deana said. She handed Data a box wrapped in bright foil. "Happy birthday, Data." She stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Counselor." After cutting thirty-six pieces of cake with mathematical precision, Data scanned the room and asked, "Where is Geordi?" "He must be late down in Engineering," Riker said. "Actually, I think he and Wesley have something special planned," Beverley put in. Just then, the door slid open again and Geordi came in, accompanied by Wesley and Reg Barclay. Close behind them was a woman who drew all eyes to her as she stepped into the room. She was tall and lithe of build, with long slender legs and a narrow waist. Her breasts, to which Wesley had objected, were flawlessly shaped and perfectly proportioned. She wore a formal gown of tawny gold that exactly matched her eyes. The gown fastened behind the neck and left her smooth arms bare. A slit up one side revealed shapely leg to mid-thigh. Her auburn hair, rich as polished mahogany, flowed loose to the middle of her back. She was a fire woman, all red and gold and the promise of heat. "Well, this party's livening up already," Riker said. He approached the woman, who was looking around the room as if searching for someone. "Hello." Her gold eyes fixed on him. "Commander Riker," she said. Her voice was low, pleasant, with just the right touch of huskiness. "Riker, William T., First Officer of the Enterprise." "And you are ...?" "I am called Galatea." There was something familiar about her, but Riker couldn't place it. He offered a hand. When she took it, a mild and not unpleasant shock went through him. "Commander, I see you've met our guest," Wes said, grinning. "Why don't you go have some cake, Wes?" Riker gave the boy a move-along signal, which Wes pretended not to see. "Data!" Geordi called. "Over here. There's someone I want you to meet." Data threaded his way through the crowd, balancing a pile of gifts. His hat was askew and a confetti streamer was draped over his ear from a party favor Riker had earlier popped on him. "So, how long have you been on board? I wasn't aware of any passengers, or shuttlecraft." Riker braced one hand on the wall, allowing him to lean close to her. Reg and Wes smirked at each other and exchanged whispers behind their hands. Riker ignored them. He was too busy enjoying the way her gown clung to her cleavage. When Geordi barged in, pulling Data by the arm, Riker had to bite his tongue to check an angry remark. "Galatea, this is Data, the birthday boy," Geordi said. It was as if William T. Riker, First Officer of the Enterprise, was rendered invisible. Galatea stepped past him like he didn't exist. She held out a hand. Data shifted packages and took it. He had been well-trained in the human social arts. But when his fingers closed over hers, he dropped all his gifts and stared at her. "I am called Galatea," she said. She was only an inch or so shorter than him. Gold eyes mirrored gold eyes. "You are Data, an android." "Yes." "I am also." "What?" Riker said. Wes laughed out loud. The partygoers crowded around, a babble of voices all exclaiming basically the same things. "How's that for a real surprise?" Reg asked nobody in particular. Throughout all the commotion, Data and Galatea stood with hands still clasped. "You are an android?" he finally said. "Are you a construction of Doctor Sung?" "No, but my design was based upon his research. I was constructed by Barclay, Crusher, and LaForge. I am your birthday present." "Hold it!" Riker bellowed. "Geordi, I think an explanation is in order." He hit his Starfleet pin. "Riker to Captain Picard." "Go ahead, Number One." "We have a situation here, sir. It appears that some of the engineering staff have given Mr. Data a woman for his birthday." Silence. Then: "Say again, Will?" "A woman!" Riker nearly yelled. "A babe-class supernova of a woman!" "Will," Deana said warningly, discreetly taking his drink before he crushed the glass. Worf, behind her, was struggling to contain a grin. She elbowed his stomach. Another silent pause. Then: "Mr. Danvers, you have the bridge. I'm on my way. Picard out." "Ooh, now we're in for it," Wesley said. As usual, he utterly failed to look serious. His mother twisted his ear. "Ow! Mom!" Beverley twisted harder. "That mouth of yours is going to get you thrown right off this vessel, young man." "It is against Starfleet directives to practice slavery," Data said. "I am not a slave," Galatea replied. "Although I was designed to be compatible with your systems, I was also given free will and decision-making capability." "The contact of our hands produces a distinct effect," he observed. She laid her other hand along the side of his face. He twitched slightly, then blinked and cocked his head again. "Interesting." "Certain areas of my body appear to contain sensor/transmitters capable of delivering that effect," she said. "A self-diagnostic reveals that my lips are so equipped, as well as other areas that humans refer to as intimate." By now, everyone in the room was utterly silent. Expressions ranged from shocked disbelief to lustful gapes. Riker was red-faced, but more from anger and embarrassment that he had been making a pass at an android. "It seems logical that those areas would correspond to human erogenous zones," Data said. "Perhaps a test would be in order," Galatea suggested. "A test?" Data echoed. "Kiss her, Data," Geordi urged. "That's about the only sort of test you'd want to make in front of all of us." "Yeah, go on! Kiss her!" Wes said. Others began picking up the sentiment, until it was a chant ringing in the small room. Only Riker, who was nearly apoplectic, and Worf, who did not go in for such sophomoric displays, did not participate. Galatea stepped over the scattered gifts, plucked the purple streamer from Data's ear and dropped it. She then put her arms around his neck. Data rested one hand at her waist, and with the other pushed back her hair. He leaned forward, and the chant died off as everyone held their breath in hopeful expectation. Data pressed a panel behind Galatea's ear. It flipped open obligingly. He examined the circuitry inside her head. "Fascinating," he said. "Your positronic matrix appears nearly identical to my own." "Data," Geordi groaned. "You're supposed to kiss her." "Oh. Yes." He closed her panel. "Galatea, do you object?" "No." He inclined his head to the exact calculated angle to avoid nose collision while allowing for maximum mouth contact, and pressed his lips to hers. At that moment, Captain Picard walked in. He found a jubilant crowd of his crew surrounding Data and a stunning woman in a gold gown, the two of them locked in a kiss of increasing passion. "Ahem." "Captain!" Reginald Barclay said. The nervous engineer started to salute, changed his mind, started to bow, changed his mind again, and ended up shifting from foot to foot like a preschooler needing the restroom. The crowd fell silent. Riker, his face almost the color of a plum, tugged at the bottom of his shirt in a way he'd copied from Picard and strutted imperiously over to him. Data and the woman were still kissing, apparently oblivious to their surroundings. Obviously oblivious, for now Picard saw that Data was cupping one of the woman's breasts. "Mr. Data!" Picard said, his voice cutting whiplike through the room. He finally got the android's attention. "This is what I was talking about, sir," Riker huffed. "This woman was Geordi's gift to Data." Picard turned to his chief engineer. One sardonically raised eyebrow spoke volumes. "Actually, Captain," Barclay said, "Commander LaForge wasn't actually the one responsible. He only helped. Wesley and I actually built her. Actually." "Built her?" "Yes, sir. We call her Galatea." "It was my idea," Wes chirped. "Ow! Mom!" "Captain," Galatea said. "Picard, Jean-Luc." She offered her hand, quickly learning and absorbing these human customs. "Greetings, Captain." He shook it, noting as Riker had the faint pulse of electrical energy. "Welcome aboard, Galatea. Crusher, Barclay, LaForge, report to my ready room first thing in the morning. 0800. The rest of you, as you were. Mr. Data?" "Yes, Captain?" Picard smiled. "Carry on. And happy birthday." * * * "It was a wonderful party, Data," Deana said. "Are you sure you don't want help cleaning up?" Data manufactured a smile. "That will not be necessary, Counselor." She glanced past him, to where Galatea was looking at one of his paintings. "This has been an unusual evening for you. What do you think of Galatea?" "Having only minimal conversation, I can safely say she is most intriguing." "Do you think you'll ..." "What, Counselor? Engage in sexual activity?" "Well, yes." "It is uncertain. I have little interest in human women, and they have always found my lack of emotional involvement disappointing, regardless of my extensive skill and knowledge of human reproductive anatomy and sexual techniques. Galatea, however, is not human. Her unique design has already proven to affect me. I believe I would like to learn more. Such exploration would be inappropriate while I still have guests." Beverley Crusher breezed by, her color high and eyes bright, a handsome new medical tech on one arm and an unopened bottle of champagne in the other. "Goodnight, Data! Happy birthday!" "Goodnight, Doctor, Ensign Blake." Riker was in a far corner, passed out. Wesley, having gotten into the Romulan ale, was snorting giggles into his fist as he applied lipstick and rogue to the unconscious First Officer. Reg Barclay was huddled over the small table by the window, urgently and drunkenly explaining dilithium decay theory to a bored girl from the botany lab. Most of the rest had already left. Worf lingered behind Deana, trying to look as if he wasn't waiting for her, but Data knew better. "Goodnight, Counselor," he said. "I hope you and Lieutenant Worf have a pleasant evening." She started, then blushed faintly pink. "Thank you, Data." "Well, Data, we'd better be going," Geordi said. "I have late shift in Engineering. See you tomorrow. Reg! Time to go! Wes, knock it off. Come on, guys, let's get Commander Riker home." Between them, they dragged Riker, head lolling, from the room. Soon, the last of the partygoers had departed, with one exception. Data observed that his quarters were strewn with half-empty glasses, spilled snack foods, discarded hats, and other debris. Normally, he would have straightened the mess. Tonight, he had something else to attend to. She turned as he approached. "Shall I return to Engineering?" "You have not yet been assigned quarters?" "No. My arrival on this ship was highly irregular. I have neither crew nor guest status. As the Captain only just was informed this evening of my arrival, it may take some time for arrangements to be made." "You are welcome to stay here. It would please me if you did." "This is an unusual situation," she said. "We have met for the first time tonight. Is such sharing of quarters common among humans?" He recalled Doctor Crusher and the med tech. "Romantic liasons on brief acquaintance are not uncommon, though it has been my observation that most humans do tend to wait and explore other facets of a relationship before moving to sexual encounters. Unless, of course, that is the entire purpose of the relationship, as evidenced by Commander Riker's numerous reports of the Risan culture." "There is much I need to learn. Although I have detailed fact-files on a wide variety of subjects including the personnel and mission history of this vessel, I am unfamiliar with human social interactions." "They are a complex and contradictory species," Data said. "I have spent the past several years attempting to assimilate and duplicate their behavior. I will gladly share my findings with you." "Data. I have been monitoring you this evening. I was designed for you, but also with the capacity for free will. It is my determination that you are adequately, even admirably, suited for my expectations of a potential mate." "I have made the same determination." "Is it the customary duty of the male to be the instigator, or would it be permissible for me to kiss you again?" "Human culture has grown beyond such gender-based specifications." He moved closer. Galatea once again put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I am most intrigued," Data confessed. "Your touch seems to cause spontaneous sensory bursts and impulses along my synaptic clefts. This could be considered analogous to the human phenomenon of 'seeing stars.' It is unlike any sensation I have previously experienced." "My neural net responds in similar fashion." She guided his hand to her breast. "This contact, too, creates significant reactions." "Yes," he said, correcting his balance as the new influx of stimuli caused him to stagger. He fondled her, experimenting with differing degrees of pressure. He found the nipple area to be the most responsive, though apparently dulled by the cloth of her dress. It was a simple matter to unfasten it and fold it down to her waist, leaving her upper torso gloriously bare. He compared her to Tasha Yar, noting certain differences of body type, size, and texture. Tasha, like most human women, had been moderately larger on one side, and without supporting garments her breasts had sagged a bit. Galatea, however, had none of these imperfections. Her breasts were, he believed the proper word was, perky. The electrical impulses even caused the pale rose-hued nipples to tighten. Much in the manner of a human woman, Galatea had closed her eyes to better deal with the constant barrage of stimulus. Her hands moved over him ceaselessly, restlessly, opening his uniform to slide over his skin. They conducted their explorations in silence, without the gasps and moans that he knew accompanied human sexual activity. He was instead able to determine the extent of her arousal by the changes in her galvanic skin responses. The continual firing of positronic circuits demanded an increase of oxygen, so it was no surprise that both of them were breathing more rapidly. Galatea stepped out of her shoes, necessitating a correction for a decrease in effective height for their next kiss. It was a logical step to insert his tongue into her mouth, resulting in even more synaptic bursts. She had successfully divested him of most of his uniform. His assistance was necessary to remove the rest, and in the process she also took off her gown. Her lips caused sensation wherever they touched him, from the line of his jaw down over his neck to his smooth chest. All the while, he caressed her breasts and buttocks. Her pubic mound was covered with crisp curls a few shades darker than the hair on her head. He probed within, fiding the tissue soft and cushiony yet still firmer than that of a human. He also found that the synaptic bursts inreased in intensity. Her entire body shivered. A moment's concentration activated the voluntary systems that enlarged his penis. He had never asked Doctor Sung why he had been created with sexual apparatus, assuming that it was to make him able to pass more normally among humans and to distinguish him as male. Humans, he had noted, had marked problems with gender neutrality and androgyny even after four centuries of interaction with various alien species. Whatever the reason, he was grateful to his father/creator for choosing a male design. He was even more grateful when Galatea gripped his stiffened penis. She slid down his body until she was kneeling, and took it in her mouth. The impulses caused by contact with her lips and tongue necessitated him bracing himself against his console. "I suggest we retire to the other room," he said. She rose, nodded. He led her to the bed, which was made with mechanical precision. He did not need sheets and blankets for warmth, affecting them because the humans did. He folded them back and the two of them lay side by side. "My internal sensors appear to demonstrate enhanced responsiveness," she observed. "It is not unreasonable. This area," he said, pressing a finger there,"corresponds to the location of the clitoris, the most sensitive part of a human woman's sexual anatomy." This time, he did see stars, an electrically-induced temporary malfunction of his optical systems akin to hallucination. Galatea emitted a soft oscillating sound. "Fascinating," she said. "Continual or repeated contact appears to geometrically increase the intensity of the stimulus." "It would be logical to conclude that penetration and motion resembling that of human copulation would permit us to explore this theory." "Yes." He positioned himself between her legs. With none of the awkward squirming that had characterized his encounter with Tasha, he smoothly drove his penis into Galatea's vaginal orifice. They quickly found a rhythm that allowed for maximum stimulation with ease of movement. Further synaptic burst were triggered by kissing and caressing. Their positronic circuits began firing faster, sending currents of raw energy through their neural nets. Some of the excess energy spilled over, resulting in a shower of blue and white sparks dancing and arcing along their skin. Panting now out of need for oxygen, Galatea said, "It appears a minor synaptic overload is imminent." "Agreed," Data replied. More excess energy was being released as heat, triggering his skin's moisture cooling system. She began to say something else, then her jaw snapped shut and her throat arched. Data found himself likewise unable to speak. It seemed that every connection in his brain was fusing, sending a barrage of disjointed images skittering along his optic cables. All cognitive functions temporarily shut down. For an instant, his systems cross-patched to the residual echoes of the emotion chip and he was actually feeling, feeling an array of emotions that he had only read of previously. All were positive: joy, passion, even the fleeting ambiguity humans called love. Data recovered slowly. Systems came back on-line one by one, in no particular order. He withdrew from Galatea and lay beside her, a few last sparks crackling in his fingers and hair. Her eyes opened, gold and glowing. She turned her head toward him. "A most interesting experience," she said. He kissed her. "Most interesting indeed." "Happy birthday, Commander." * * * -- vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Subject: Fun at the zoo. (F/F) From: kenneth9@ix.netcom.com (end. ) Date: 13 Jan 1996 06:08:49 GMT Message-ID: <4d7i9h$hf6@cloner3.netcom.com>
this is my first true to life story. if yer not 18 don't read bla
bla bla...
Now when i was about 19 (currently 28) i remembered a few months
before i planned to start college, i had a transitional period in which
i applied to work at a zoo. I was a firmly built and well endowed
women. My primary duty was to clean and wash most of the animals, and
their stalls. At night my girlfriend would walk me home because
sometimes it got a little creepy at night.
One night, for some god forsaken reason, she didn't show up at the
usuall time, and began to worry. I returned to the front office to call
her, but like a dolt, i realiized my keys were locked inside. At this
time it was a little drizzly so i started home on foot. i was walking
when i thought i heard foot steps behind me. Panicing, i decided to cut
through one of the pigs stalls. Suddenly, i was grabbed from behind and
dragged down by my hair and arms to the ground. There was definatly
more than one person. I kicked and punched, but to use. They completely
dominated me and before i came to my sences and yelled, i was struck a
sharp blow to my head.
When i awoke to my surpprise i found myself totally nude and tied
up, lying helplessly in a water trough. i began to struggle, but
couldn't get out of the trough with my hads tied behind my back. Soon
after i grew tired of struggling, i stopped and lie there terrified. I
realized the newly gotton bruises on my back were stinging from the
dirty pig water. A few moments passed when i heard footsteps all around
me, but was unable to catch a glimps of my catures for they moved in
such a manner, my head, tied down, couldn't negotiate the angle. I
rested, tired from all the kicking, when, from the visible shadows
stepped my girl friend?!?! She was wearing a dominatress's outfit, and
a bull whip in her left hand, shackles in her right. She and her
companion drew my weak body from the smelly water. they promply tied my
hands and feet to the fence chainlinked fence, legs no less than 3 1/2
feet apart. I winced as the first crack of the whip cracked agaist my
firm ass. two, three, four whips before i comletely colapsed under the
intesity of the pain. She then began circling my now moisened pussy
with then blunt end of the whip. Now lubricated she promptly rammed it
up my pussy with ever increasing intensity. I was shocked to find my
self becoming increaseingly exilerated. I was taught once at a local
woman's club i had attended that "... if there in no way to get out of
a situation, some time you can close your eyes and bear it..." That's
what i did but could not help from getting exited. after the whip was
removed, i was crying because the pain was tremendous. I noticed the
silent partner began snapping photographs. By now the rain began to
take on a harder tone and i was slipping around in the mud to the
length of my chains.
About 20 minutes went by when i was untied and thrown to the
ground. I cryed out for them to stop, but strangly i wanted more. This
women unknown to me now, becan possing over me in all sorts of erotic
possitions while her parnter took pictures. Suddenly a light shown
through the fence. It was Melvin, A particularly thin young security
gaurd, Nerdy in my opinion, pushed up his galsses and spoke out
"...Sara? Are you ok?." I screemed out "Melvin!" And he, reconizing the
panic in my voice, reached for his night stick and took chase to the
mysterious man. Lisa kissed one of my breasts goodbye and then started
off toward the fence.
Melvin never caught the man, but with my help we tracked that bitch
Lisa to her house.Now Melvin and i are living together and we keep our
little "pet" down in the basment with but a water trough to feed her
and un clothed.
Every now and then Melvin and I like to visit her with the camera,
a whip, and some shackles.
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