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Write Club Duel
Frank McCoy vs. Seamus
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The words...
Seamus - Soma, Orc, succubus
Frank - peruse, grubstake, sublime
Souvie - peregrinate, edict, camorra
Neither author coded their story, so I'm going to do my best. <g>
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"On Meyer's Campus" (mf, first, oral, anal)
An Erotic Story by Frank McCoy
"Sandy?" I asked. "What's an 'Orc'?"
My new roommate (FEMALE!) mumbled up from her studies, "A
what? An org? Like in whatever-dot-org? That stands for
'organization, like dot-com stands for 'commercial business'.
OK?"
I looked over at her. At five-six, and 160 pounds, I could
have gotten a lot prettier roommate ... On the other hand, I
could have done a lot worse too. Italian, and light-brown-
haired, her face was more pretty than beautiful. But she was
definitely female; and with my hormones running out of control,
that was what I needed at the moment in a roommate. Besides,
what interests I didn't have, she did. Which is why I asked her
the question.
"No, not 'org'," I corrected her. "'Orc.' 'O-R-C' It says
here, the tower was overrun by orcs. I looked the word up; and
even the unabridged didn't have it!"
Sandy giggled. Her sandy-colored hair just looking like
its namesake; flowing in waves (or better yet, dunes) around her
face. "Don't read much fantasy, do you?" she asked/replied.
"Fantasy? You mean like Fairies and such?" I asked.
"Tolkien. Goblins, orcs, and evil created beings," she
explained.
"Never heard of them," I replied.
"Well," she asked, "do you know what a goblin is?"
"Short for 'gobble-un'," I replied. "A boogy-man that would
gobble-you-up if you weren't good. Something to scare kids with.
Why?"
"Well, Orc is another word for goblin ... a mean, created
nasty intelligent being ... and yes, something to scare kids
with."
"Oh. Thanks, Sandy." I went back to perusing the book
which suddenly made more sense. All the while I was conscious in
the background of my mind of the presence of my new roommate.
Somehow, in the next two or three hours, the two of us were going
to have to get ready for bed ... and the fact that at Meyer's
College the students went two to a room, with only ONE bed was
looming larger and larger as time went on.
You've heard of "Harrad College" or "The Harrad Experiment"?
Well, the parents of the kids at Meyer's college had decided that
the "experiment" didn't go far enough. Yes, SOME parents
remember just how horny and frustrated THEY were is school ...
and how being forcibly separated from opposite-sex pairings made
things so hard, when hormones were at their highest. So, instead
of just putting opposite-sex roommates together with separate
beds and the expectation that they MIGHT have sex together, here
at Meyer's they put opposite sex roommates together in the same
bed ... NAKED ... with the stipulation that we WOULD have sex
together. If we found ourselves incompatible, then we had up to
two weeks to rearrange things to find compatible bed-partners, or
we would be moved to a nearby, more "normal" college, where
access to the opposite sex was about as available as it is in
jail.
I was lucky I guess, to get somebody as compatible as Sandy.
Still, I understand that the faculty spent hundreds of hours of
computer time working out the pairings. For sure I had spent
enough time peregrinating from one room to another, filling out
forms, taking seemingly senseless tests, and answering
embarrassing questions, before they ever let me into this
place ... or even let me know what it was, for that matter. My
parents had known, of course. But I hadn't. I presume that
Sandy and all the other kids had been put through similar
batteries of tests.
I finally closed up the book. Far from being horny or
excited, I was almost frightened. Yes, frightened. Frightened
that she would find me ugly or incompatible. Frightened that she
might find me a lousy-lover. (After all, I was a virgin. What
did *I* know about satisfying a girl, except those sex stories on
the net? Well ... at least I had SOME idea about what a clitoris
was, and that girls were supposed to like oral sex. But that was
all from reading. Reality is different.) Most of all though, I
guess I was frightened that Sandy would laugh at me. After all,
pretty girls like her got all the sex they could ever want. All
she had to do was say, "Yes," to the first guy that asked her.
Well ... that just goes to show how abysmally ignorant a guy
can be.
"Uh ...," I started; then stopped; blushing.
"Uh ...," Sandy repeated back at me.
At first, I thought she was making fun of my shyness ...
until I noticed that her face was as flaming red as mine was.
Somehow, knowing Sandy was as embarrassed as I was made it easier
for me.
"Uh ... you want to get ready for bed now?" I asked. "I
won't look, if you don't want me to."
Sandy blushed even brighter, if possible. "They said we
were supposed to get used to seeing each other dress and
undress," she responded; reminding me of the edicts about modesty
(or lack thereof) the staff had made clear to each of us. "If we
don't start right away, it won't get any easier. If we aren't
sleeping together naked by this weekend, well, you know the
rules ...."
"Oh." She was right. "Uh ... do you want to go first, or
should I?"
Sandy just blushed even redder; almost turning red as a
beet.
I figured it was up to me. So, trying to act nonchalant, I
shrugged my shirt off over my head. Then, barely remembering to
remove my shoes first, my pants soon followed. Sandy stared at
me like a bird fascinated by a snake.
Trying to not show how embarrassed I was, I wondered whether
to inch my briefs down, or simply yank them off. I finally
decided to just take them off normally, and did so.
Standing there naked, with a fully dressed girl staring at
me like a frightened dove, was both embarrassing ... and ego-
building. Here SHE, with all her sexual experience was more
scared than I was.
"Uh? Aren't YOU going to get undressed too?" I asked.
Sandy's color had faded a bit to merely pink; but then
flashed red again at my question. "Uh ... could you do me a
favor?" she asked.
Darn. I had SO wanted to see her undress. While I was
fairly sure we both WOULD be snuggling naked together under the
sheets in short order, the prospect of seeing her naked (and
GETTING naked) in front of me, would have satisfied some internal
craving I hadn't realized I had until then. "I suppose I COULD
turn my back, if you want me to," I said, disappointedly.
"No ... I mean ... I want you to ...," she stumbled. "Could
you undress me ... at least, for our first time?" Once again,
Sandy was beet-red in embarrassment.
Me? I was walking three feet above the floor. "You want ME
to undress you?" I asked; not really believing it.
"Please?" she asked. "You don't have to, if you don't want
to."
Yeah ... I didn't want to, like a guy three days in the
desert without water didn't want an ice-cold lemonade. Uhuh.
Somehow, without ever remembering covering the distance
between us, I found myself unbuttoning Sandy's blouse. She held
her arms out in accommodation; as I struggled with the buttons.
Now you'd THINK that the feel and look and knowledge of the
soon-to-be-naked girl I was undressing would be what stimulated
my brain (and the little-brain in my prick) into overdrive.
However, while the feel of smooth FEMALE skin under my fingers (I
couldn't HELP but touch her body on occasion.) and the look of
Sandy's firm young breasts, first under the incredibly sexy black
brassiere, and then standing firm, conical, naked, and nipple-
erect right next to my face, along with similar views (and
feels!) of her soft rounded belly and ... and ... and ....
I just couldn't THINK of what was coming next.
No, it wasn't THOSE things that put my brain into overload.
It was the SMELL of her. No, not raunchy, stinky, or nasty.
There must be some pheromones in the hair alone of sexy young
girls that drives men mad with passion. For sure it did me. Ad
that to the smell of her skin almost shoved in my nose as I
peeled first the blouse off, then worked for desperate minutes to
unsnap that beastly-designed man-hater the bra, and finally
pulling her pants down, with my nose almost buried in her
navel ... and I was done for. When I reached for Sandy's black
matching panties, well ... the smell of sexually aroused woman
would be enough to drive a eunuch up the wall. I was no eunuch;
and Sandy was enough woman, even at only 16, to satisfy any man.
thank God she was "legal age", not "jailbait". I'm not sure I
could have stopped what I was doing if I had found out she was
only 13, or even younger. Still, the college in this as in all
other matters, had been quite careful to ensure that ALL
students, even those pushed ahead, were old enough for all of the
planned "extracurricular activities" that they intended to help
their college put out the finest of graduates.
"Mmmmm. I can see that you LIKE me," commented Sandy, as I
pulled her last garment down her legs. Removing the panties left
me with my nose almost in the light brown fur of her bush. That
was the first words she made since I started undressing her.
(Well, if you don't count, "Oooh," and a giggle or two, when I
touched her in unexpected spots.)
I looked down ... and my new roommate was right. I was
sporting an erection that was truly amazing for me. On the
occasion I had previously to measure myself, I had found a mere
six inches ... barely half the ruler ... and that was pushing it.
Right now, my swollen prick both looked and felt almost two
inches bigger. Illusion or not, I knew a sexy girl like Sandy
was responsible for it. "I do," I said ... and meant it.
For several minutes (or was it several hours?) Sandy and I
stood there, staring at each other. Brown hair, cute face with
rather large turned-up nose, slightly buck-teeth, wide smile,
incredibly perky breasts, a tummy that ....
Shit, I had to stop before I came all over the carpet.
While not the modern-day beauty that some people think about,
Sandy COULD have posed for Reubens ... but not quite that good in
the face. She wasn't fat. Not the tiniest hint of cellulite.
But she WAS, "pleasingly plump." For the first time, I knew what
that phrase REALLY meant.
"May I?" I asked; holding out my arms.
It took Sandy a second or two to get my point ... then was
in my arms and hugging me. Somehow it didn't seem right to kiss
her ... yet.
The feel of naked, squirming, real-live girl in my arms was
incredible. Sandy could feel my reaction too.
"We'd better get in bed, before you waste that thing down my
leg," she giggled; pointing at where a wet streak of slimy pre-
cum was wetting her thigh.
The flush of hot embarrassment was enough to make my prick
droop ... and forestall the truly humiliating experience of
squirting thick white cum all over her leg, instead of up inside
her sexy young belly where it belonged.
It was a race to see how fast we could make it into bed
together, without getting in each other's way. Somehow, we
managed.
"Are you ready?" I asked. It was certainly obvious that I
was!
"Don't be silly, I've been waiting for YEARS," panted Sandy
in my ear. "Now push!"
"Not half as long as I have, Honey," I told myself. It may
have been a year or two since she last got laid ... but *I* had
been waiting all my life! Still, about being ready, I guess she
was right. Sandy's crotch was fully as slippery as the tip of my
prick ... which had been drooling pre-cum for several minutes
now. I pushed.
"Ow!"
"Dammit!"
"Shit."
"Why won't it go?"
From incredible sexiness, to incredible frustration, both
for me and for Sandy. We couldn't get it in! It took three
tries, before Sandy finally reached down between the two of us,
and held the tip of my prick steady while I forced it in. I was
amazed. I previously had thought a woman's vagina was in FRONT
of her ... not so far back it was literally in the middle between
her legs. If I had thought, it would have made sense though ...
a woman had to have a baby come out there ... not out her front.
Suddenly I wasn't thinking about such things. There was a
snapping sensation, and then my prick was enveloped in slick wet
heat that sucked and milked and .... and OH SHOOT!
Yeah, I wasn't more than about five seconds inside her, when
I lost it; shooting thick white streams of cum in jet after thick
white jet of sticky cum into her waiting fertility. I was barely
aware of Sandy working madly back, as her hips made gyrations I
hadn't known hips could make, to milk my spurting prick of each
precious drop of sperm I had in me.
It was only when we were both calming down that I realized
what had happened. We had been so involved we had forgotten to
take precautions! Right then, my germ might be approaching her
soma (OK ... sperm approaching her ovum ... the shell without a
germ) and creating a new life within her. "I'm sorry," I
groaned. "I just forgot."
"I didn't," she answered back. "I'm a GOOD Catholic Girl.
My father would disown me if I didn't take your seed in me
properly."
"Your father?" I asked.
"He believes in some of the old-style ways of doing things;
like "good girls" don't sleep around; even though he's trying to
shed the image the Families have, by embracing new thoughts and
ideas. That's why I'm here," she explained. "Good girls don't
use birth-control, and only sleep with one man at a time. Good
Catholic girls, that is. Not even Daddy expects a modern woman
to stay with one man forever, though. Nobody does, any more."
"Families?" I had a sudden image of black-coated men in
black limousines, spraying bullets at my tumbling body. "Your
family is Mafioso?" I shivered.
"Upstarts," smiled Sandy; pulling me back into her embrace.
"Huh?" I asked.
"My family is Camorra," she explained. "The Mafia are
newcomers."
Somehow, that didn't make me feel better. "Your
father ...," I started; then looked down in horror. A red streak
on the girl's thigh gave mute evidence that Sandy was no more
experienced than I was. "You were a virgin," I whispered. "Oh
my God, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I had to lose it sometime," she responded. "Besides, it
was your first time too, wasn't it?"
Somehow, that didn't make me feel better, either. "Your
father ...," I repeated; still thinking about what an Italian Don
would do to somebody who debauched his little girl ... and from
the evidence of the red streak on my prick, I had just taken this
little girl's virginity.
"Daddy SENT me here, remember?" she reassured me. "If you
did succeed in planting a little one in my tummy, then Daddy will
grubstake you in business ... to make sure you earn enough money
to support the kid. OK?"
Well, what COULD I say?
"OK."
We went back to the sublime task of making SURE that I had
succeeded in planting my seed in her fertile young womb. It took
me almost half an hour to recover; during which we both cleaned
up, wiped the mess from between her legs and mine, showered
together, and then snuggled close until we both felt the rising
of my prick against her belly. As we did, we talked about her
family, my family, her studies, my studies, and the things we
would do together, whether or not she ever did end up pregnant.
It's simply amazing how having sex together will break the ice
and make you into friends, if you weren't before.
The second time I slid inside her, there was none of the
frantic urgency of our first coupling. This time, we both knew
where her vagina was located, and how to get me inside her. I
was also not so urgent that I was going to blow my seed all over
the inside of her womb without her barely getting warmed up.
It was actually squeakier and tighter getting inside her
though. But Sandy soon warmed up. Before the night was over,
she had gone from trembling innocent virgin to succubus intent on
draining my body of every drop of precious seed stored in my
prostate. I could see why the ancients had dreamed of demon-
lovers like succubus and succubi who drained their victims by
having sex with them until they succumbed to the insatiable
appetites of their demon-lovers.
Only ... when I woke up the next morning, instead of feeling
drained from a night of debauchery, I felt more alive and rested
than ever before. I also felt more lecherous; and the sight of
naked young woman lying waiting and willing next to me, soon had
me as ready and amorous as the night before.
Luckily it was a weekend; as I don't think either Sandy or I
could have stopped arousing each other during class ... and who
knows what might have happened then. I shudder at the prospect
of what might happen over at the University, as they didn't have
the expectation for their students that the College did. But ...
perhaps it wasn't really luck. The College staff had planned
everything else fairly well, why not this?
From shy virgin myself, I grew quite confident during that
first weekend. I not only ejaculated about two quarts of thick
white sperm in Sandy's always-receptive young belly; each time
filling her womb with jet after jet of thick white baby-goo, as I
did my best to both make up for 16 years of living like a priest,
and also to start the life growing within Sandy that she seemed
to want even more than I did. Why, I never could figure out.
Besides that, I got to eat her hot little box (once Sandy figured
out that I really WANTED to) several times, and even (yes
really!) slid my prick one time all the way up inside her tight
little ass. We both decided that was OK ... but not nearly as
much fun as squirting thick white gobs of baby-goo into her
fertile young tummy where it really belonged. Even the two or
three times Sandy sucked on me to get ready, we both were careful
to save my ejaculations for inside her.
Usually, you'd expect a teenager to be quite careful of
letting a man actually cum inside her unprotected vagina. Sandy,
on the other hand, seemed to WANT me to get her pregnant ... as
if she had something to gain by it, instead of it being a problem
or "curse" like some women seemed to think. Well, if she wanted
my baby, then I was quite willing to give it to her. It actually
gave me hope that Sandy might look in favor on the idea of having
me around permanently. Well, I could only hope.
THE END
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"Test Marketing Tits and Ass" (F-solo, oral)
by Seamus
September 2000
His nefarious majesty, sublime ruler of the underworld, the devil
non-carnate had been in a funny mood all day. The succubus who had
sucked him off before breakfast had sensed it. He had just come in her
mouth. He hadn't grabbed her by the hair and forced his enormous
throbbing member down her throat, his sharpened nails carving trails down
her back, like he did most mornings.
He perused the latest edict proposed to torment his subjects.
Instead of being chained up all day, the condemned souls would be given
cars to drive but with almost no petrol and enormous queues at all gas
stations so they would be stuck there for hours - in a car but unable to
move.
"Too clever by half" he said and the demon that had proposed it had burst
into flames and staggered off screaming and crackling and giving off a
delicious barbecue smell.
Another had proposed that the souls in torment could be further tormented
by exposing them to the wildest sex show but never letting them come -
keeping their orgasm perpetually out of reach, like they had done to
Tantalus with water.
"Sounds too much like fun" Another demon in flames "But Master, what if
we tried it out on a typical cross section of our customers?" The flames
grew larger then suddenly went out.
"Right. Let's do that. You set it up. I get to pick the victims."
"Master. That's hardly a scientific selection procedure." The flames started
again. "Much better than science, Master. You flatter us with your attention
."
He set out on a peregrination of hell to pick out some likely souls.
"You" he said "What are you in for"
"Drugs, master" came the wistful reply.
"You" to the next victim "What's the best drug?".
"What?"
He siezed a poker conveniently warming nearby. "I asked you a question
slave".
"Ow! Ooh! No! Wait. Listen, I know. It's, it's Soma, master" which goes
to show that you shouldn't ask trekkies about drugs.
He siezed an orc walking in his entourage (the demons had long since faded
back out of reach or found urgent business elsewhere). "Get me Soma".
As they siezed the hapless Trekkie, demanding to know the recipe, the
Master had already wandered on.
Even the Orcs were giving him a wide berth now.
"You. What did you do?" he asked the next.
"Accountant for the Camorra, master"
"Accountant? Accountant! Don't we get any decent villains down here
anymore?"
"And You?"
"Stole my partners grubstake and spent it on booze and women, Master."
"That's more like it. Right get the show started. Come on I haven't got all
day."
The orcs had been following carrying the selected victims and now dragged
them into a semi circle around a little stage in front of his throne and
chained them to their chairs.
The succubus picked to tantalise them was off to the side in whispered
discussion with the demon organising the demonstration while trying not to
get too close in case the flames still coming off him set alight her hair.
"Get me some music" she said.
"What? Music? What do you need.."
"Never mind I'll do it." she interrupted and a drum began to beat.
She walked towards the stage her hips twitching to the beat, her large
breasts swaying in counterrythm.
"You like this boys?"
She stood on the stage facing the trial audience, her back to his majesty. Her
bum was her best feature and she knew who was the more important here.
Her hands began to stroke her body, up the sides of her breasts then down
over them, each finger making her nipples quiver. She siezed her breasts
and squeezed them pulling on the nipples.
They were getting interested.
Soma had got an erection from the moment she had come on stage. His was
the biggest.
Grubstakes was covered in knobbles and unpleasant looking scars.
Camorra wouldn't look her in the eye but whever he thought she wasn't
looking she felt his eyes on her. His prick was the smallest but it was
definitely interested.
She bent over, thrusting her boobs at the victims in front and her ass at the
more important audience behind, and she pushed her hand into her dripping
pussy. It was quite a delicate hand and it went straight in to the wrist. She
was feeling good. Her hand pistoned in and out and she watched the men in
front, their cocks erect but their hands restrained so they could not touch
themselves.
She opened her mouth as if to suck Soma and he shook on his rack in
agonised frustration as she moved back without touching him. She was
close to orgasm now. She lay on her back and put her other hand down on
her clit and frigged herself madly as she plunged her first hand faster and
faster, up and down, in and out.
She came and came groaning and moaning and as she did so did the others.
Soma squirting all the way to her tits, Grubstake on the back of her hand,
still tickling her clit, and Camorra on her feet. Then the biggest load of all,
from her master, spraying right over her and all over the three men in front.
THE END
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