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Subject: {ASSM} Some Itches You Have to Scratch (F, mast) by Desdmona
Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 23:10:21 -0400
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The following is a work of fiction, intended for adults. If you're not
suppose to be reading this, then DON'T.
In a way of explanantion, A friend of mine and I have always role-played a
character called "Sissy". She's what a lot of us would call white trash.
This story is a short night in the life of Sissy. I hope you enjoy it.
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Some Itches You Have to Scratch
By Desdmona
Damn, this room is hot. I'm sitting on the couch, waiting for you, and it's
like an oven in here. The electric fan is rotating, but I think instead of
cooling, it just swirls the air around. When are we going to get that
air-conditioner fixed?
I can't find the remote control. I would get up and turn the channel, but I
don't even know what I want to watch. So I guess I'll just sit here and watch
this infomercial. This guy, he has a real tight butt. Not quite as great
looking as yours but still pretty fine to look at.
Nice little Lycra shorts, too! Hugging that keister like a starving baby
sucking its mother's tit. That machine he's trying to load off on people
isn't nearly as interesting as his body. I wonder if I can send three easy
payments and get him? I'll even waive the lifetime guarantee. I don't want
to take him to raise. I just want to raise him, then take him. Ha! Ha! I
crack myself up sometimes!
Oh now they have a hot chick selling the machine. Too bad you're not here; I
think you'd like her. Hell, if I was a lesbo, I might do her. She's got an
ass-kicking, flat stomach. I'd be jealous but what's the use, I am what I am.
Besides, I think my tits are better than hers.
Whew! I wish you'd get home; I'm starting to get horny. All this summer heat,
and watching the Bobsy Twins work out makes my skin hot. I hate it when my
hair sticks to the back of my neck like this, though. Sweat is dripping
between my tits like the Ohio River making its way through the Appalachians.
I'm just going to have to take this damn shirt off.
Might as well get rid of these shorts to. I hope the neighbors can't see in
the sliding glass doors leading into the trailer porch, with me sitting here
in nothing but my panties and bra. That old, nasty Mr. Peacock's been
sniffing around after me since we moved in. He's probably standing outside
his trailer right now, smoking an old stogie, trying to peek in. He knows
you're not here, 'cause your truck ain't out front.
What the heck, I can give him a cheap thrill. I bet his wanger is limper than
a dead earthworm, lying on the sidewalk after a big rain. Probably hasn't
gotten it up in ten years. Of course if I was married to that woman he is, I
might go peeping in windows too.
It's not much cooler without the shirt and shorts. I think I'll grab a beer.
It feels kind of dirty walking into the kitchen half naked. I like it. The
cool air from the frigerator sure feels good! Oh look, my nipples are poking
against my bra like hard little ice chips. If you were here, you could suck
them and make them melt.
I reckon I'll just have to squeeze them a little to keep them standing up
until you get here. It's hard to get a good grip on the tips though, with
this satin bra. It's like trying to catch a pea with a fork; they're just too
darn slippery. Besides, I've had this bra on all day. It's starting to dig
into my back, and who knows when you're going to get back; I might as well
take it off and get comfy.
Oh _yeah_, my tits are better than the T.V. chick's. I know you like them;
you call them perfect little apples. Not too big, not too small, just right
for your hands. The skin around the pink part is smooth as a baby's butt. And
pale as an anemic ghost. And you love all those veins, the way they trickle
down to the nipple. Just like roadmaps leading to buried treasure, you said.
This heat makes it hard for my nipples to stay stiff. Of course, I like it
when my nipples are all soft and big, that's when they're the most sensitive.
Sometimes, its fun to put my fingers on either side of my nipple, make a
triangle around it, and pull out, just to see how far it stretches. Then I
can diddle with the tip again and watch it contract real small. Just the
opposite of your penis, huh? If I diddle with the tip of it, it gets big and
red like one of those Ball Park franks that plump when you cook them.
I like sitting here with just my panties on, makes me feel kind of like a
model in Playboy magazine. With the curtains open on the window it's like I'm
the centerfold. If I stood up right now and bent over, I'd really give
Peacock a thrill. My panties are stuck up in the crack of my ass, sort of a
makeshift thong.
I'm starting to feel all itchy. Sometimes you just got to scratch what
itches. There's a wet spot on the outside of my panties. If I open my legs
the fan sort of blows on it and makes it cool. I want to ask Bill Nye the
Science Guy how things can be cool and hot at the same time. I doubt if he
can answer a question of a sexual nature though, that would probably get his
bowels in an uproar.
Oh. God, when are you going to get home? I'm really getting antsy. I took the
elastic edges of my underwear and slipped it between my slit. My pussy lips
are bulging out on each side like swelled up balloons about to pop. The
material is kind of rough but feels just right stroking against my clitty. I
can yank on the front and it rubs from front to back, teasing every hole I
got.
Oh man, I can lift my hips and do a little seesaw dance, up and down and up
and down. My titties jiggle when I do. The elastic is touching right on the
little man in the boat. Who needs a rowing machine? This is better than any
infomercial, I can tell you that. I'm really working up a sweat. It's so
blasted hot. I'm burning up.
Hey, Mr. Peacock, you see this? I bet you like seeing me humping my panties,
don't you? I bet your little pea-cock hasn't been this happy in years.
I sure could use a thick, slippery dick inside me about now, pounding me
deep. Stretching me out good, maybe a little nipple pinching to boot. Ooh, it
smells like pussy in here. Damn, I'm getting so wet my panties are soaked.
The odor is just hanging in the air like fog in the valley.
Whoa, I'm going to freaking cum; you're not here and I'm going to cum. It
just snuck up on me, like a kitty on the prowl, only my pussy ain't prowling,
it's purring.
I could stop and wait for you to get home.
Screw that, I want to cum. My heart is pounding. I can't breathe. Fuuuck,
that feels good. One more long, hard pull and ... and ... Wow! Oh Wow! Yes!
Yes! Yes!
That was so fucking unbelievable. Just like one of those whirly-gig seeds
from a maple tree that spins around real fast and then tumbles to the ground.
Damn, I ripped my panties!
Oh well, it was worth it. I love cumming. I love the way my body tenses up
all over like I've just been electrocuted. And then goes limp like the life
has been shocked out of me.
Now look at me, my hair is all matted down with sweat. My fingers are all
sticky and what's left of my panties is giving me a wedgie.
Hey, Mr. Peacock, did you see all that?
Oops, I hear your truck. I better get some clothes on.
Oh, hi honey, um, yeah I was hot, but not so much anymore. I'm really tired.
I think I'm going to go to bed. I love you honey, Goodnight!
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Copyright 2000 by Desdmona
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