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From: Inosolan@linuxfreemail.com (Inosolan)
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Subject: {ASSM} "Sonny Swings" 2/?; a "Hot Rags" story by Inosolan
Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2001 15:10:04 -0400
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Sonny Swings
(TG, "MF")
Sonny Swings
2 of ?

A "Hot Rags" story
By Inosolan

TG,MF,magic(?),mild bondage,toys

I'd like to apologise for mis-titling the first part of this story "Sonny 
Switches"; this is a *sequel* to "Sonya Switches" and i slipped up.

{As usual, work of fiction blah blah copyright blah blah no commercial use 
without author's permission blah blah sex blah blah over 18 only blah blah 
hope it makes you hot as hell blah blah all characters except the sheep and 
the python are over 18 years of age.}

((Someone please tell me what you think of my stuff; not just "That's 
neet", but what do you like or dislike in my stuff -- the e-mail address is 
good.))

===================================

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE: A few weeks ago, Jessie (a student at Enormous State 
University) and her lesbian lover, Sonya, got an apparently magical potion 
from Nikki, the mysterious owner of the "Hot Rags" boutique, which allowed 
Sonya to temporarily transform herself into "Sonny", a handsome man with 
impressive sexual capabilities, so that the two of them could (more or 
less) naturally conceive a baby, instead of using a stranger's sperm via 
artificial insmination.

As our current story begins, Jessie, who has missed a period, has just 
taken a home pregnancy test and discovered that she is, indeed, pregnant.

As she is coming downstairs nude (except for patent spike heeled fuck-me 
pumps), Sonya, who has unexpectedly transformed back to Sonny at work comes 
suddenly in the door.  Jessie doesn't recognise Sonny, and proceeds to knee 
him where it hurts and try to run away.

Sonny manages to convince her that he is who he is, and they wind up having 
hot sex on the stairs.

After they are exhausted, Jessie hesitantly mentions that her First Lover, 
from high school days, a promiscuous bisexual slut who broke her heart more 
than once, is coming to town and needs a place to stay...

Much to Jessie's surprise, Sonny isn't angry with her for inviting her old 
grrlfriend to stay without consulting her (that is, Sonmya, her female 
asect, Jessie's live-in lover).  In fact, Sonny seems to be actually 
looking forward to the visit...

NOW READ ON
=====================================

"Okay, Sonny, what are you planning?"

Jessie was sitting on Sonny's lap, stroking his blond hair.  Both were 
naked; Sonny was beginning to, metaphorically speaking, rise to the 
occasion.  Every so often Jessie shifted, pressing his rising cock between 
their bodies.

"I'm planning for us two, at least, to have a good time while Jeanne is 
here.  Jeanne may have a litle trouble walking when she leaves, but..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know as well as I do that at some point while she's here, she's 
going to come on to you."

"Well, yes..."

"And what are you going to do if your First Lover comes on to you, using 
what she knows about you from three years as your lover?"

"I'm going to tell her 'NO' of course!" Jessie exclaimed virtuously.

"Uh huh.  Like you told Jo 'No' when she hit on you in the dressing room at 
'Hot Rags'."

"We-e-l-l-l...  I TOLD you before I went in that I thought Jo was going to 
hit on me, and you said you didn't mind..."

"Of course not.  While you and Jo were frolicking in the dressing room, 
Nikki was fucking my brains out in the back office."

"WHAT?  You never told me!"

"You never asked."

"What about that threesome you did with Susie and Fred?"

"You know about that?"

"Susie was over here almost before your cum dried on her face tattling and 
trying to get into my pants."

"That little bitch!  She said she had a doctor's appointment and left -- me 
and Fred went on fucking for another hour or so!"

"Well, she sure played 'doctor' over here all afternoon..." Jessie smiled 
reminiscently. 

As they swapped accusations and boasts of past infidelities, Jessie and 
Sonny didn't really notice where their hands were wandering.

Suddenly, Sonny stood up, scooping Jessie up in his arms effortlessly.  
With a deep and evil chuckle, he strode off to their bedroom still carrying 
her in his strong arms.

"HEY!" Jessie squawked. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Funny you shold ask that," Sonny chuckled, shifting her weight to one hip 
and one arm, easily holding her still despite her beginning to struggle a 
little.  He rummaged in a dresser drawer with the other hand, grabbing out 
several pairs of pantyhose that had been prepared for just such an 
occasion.

Stepping toward the bed, he tossed her suddenly onto it, then fell on top 
of her, though he only let his weight come down on her gradually, pinning 
her face down on the bed.

"Dammit, what the fuck...?" she sputtered, then yelled "HEY!  What...?" as 
Sonny flipped the nooses already tied in the foot ends of one pair of 
pantyhose over her wrists and pulled them tight, then flipped the upper 
part of them over the big ball that decorated the center of the top bar of 
their big brass bed.

"You just hold on there, one fucking minute, buster...!" she snarled, as he 
turned and captured her left ankle, looping one end of another pair over 
her foot, then flipping the other end onto the post at one bottom corner of 
the bed.

Now that she was held down by both wrists and one ankle, he stepped back to 
look at her.  Lying on her belly, hair falling sexily over one eye, small 
but firm breasts flattened under her, her shapely ass sticking up in the 
air and wuivering as her free foot kicked frantically, she proceeded to 
tell him just what she thought of his sense of humour and his goddamned 
fucking horny games...

"Yes, dear," he murmured, catching her head and deftly popping a ball gag 
into her mouth.  With her yells muted to incoherent squawking sounds 
through the airholes in the ball, he leisurely attended to her other ankle, 
fastening it securely to the bedpost on the other lower corner, and then 
carefully spread out the pair of pantyhose that held her arms so that they 
hooked over two smaller knobs about a foot and a half apart before running 
down to hold her arms a bit apart.

Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

She lay on her belly, legs pulled widely but not uncomfortably far apart by 
the bonds holding her to the bottom bedposts.  Her upper body was 
comfortably supported on a couple of pillows he had placed there, and her 
hands were held above her head near a couple of the bars of the brass 
bedstead, which she was gripping as she struggled against the ties, 
grunting through the gag that blocked her from speaking. 

Her shining black pageboy hair was slightly disarranged, though not too 
badly; however, one lock fell directly in front of her left eye, giving a 
marvellously sexy charge to the smouldering glare she aimed at him.

"Yes," he said.  "Yes -- I believe that's it."

He turned to the nightstand on the left side of the bed -- *her* side of 
the bed -- and rummaged in it until he found what he was looking for.

He turned back to her holding a small magazine, at the sight of which her 
eyes widened and a very fetching blush ran fron her cheeks down over her 
breasts.

Glancing at the titlepage, he remarked "And it's an Irving Klaw *original*, 
not a reprint!  Nothing but the best for you, eh, my dear?"

He began flipping pages while she tried to figure out what he was up to.

"Ah -- I knew I saw it!" he said. Looking down at her and then back at the 
magazine, he reached down and adhusted the position of the strand of hair 
in front of her eye.  "There!" he said.  "Perfect!"

He turned the magazine around.  At the sight of the picture he had been 
studying, she closed her eyes tightly and pressed her face into the pillows 
to hide her embarrassment as her cheeks and tits flamed bright red with 
embarrassment.

There, in the under-the-counter fetish photo magazine from the Fifties she 
had thought she had kept secret from Sonya all these months, was a photo of 
bondage queen Betty Page, tied hand and foot to the frame of a big old-
fashioned brass bed, hands over her head, one loose strand of her black 
hair falling over her left eye as she gazed into the camera's lens, giving 
the reader an unmistakeable come-on.

Just as she herself was positioned now, Betty was photographed completely 
nude, rounded ass-cheeks high in the air, legs spread wide below her, 
wearing nothing but a pair of patent-leather fuck-me pumps and a ball gag 
in her generously-made-up mouth.

Despite that, the sexual charge in Betty's lash-shrouded stare through the 
lens and into the viewer's eyes carried a charge of sexuality and of 
challenge -- challenge to prove that he (or she, it was one of Jessie's 
favourite photos for a little quiet finger-exercise when Sonya wasn't 
around) was even her equal, let alone her better, even tied as she was 
apparently helplessly here on this bed.

For a moment Jessie stared at the picture.  Then she noticed Sonny's other 
hand.

Which held a long ostrich plume with all the fluff plucked off the central 
quill except for a large tuft at the end.

Frantically, she began to shake her head, as Sonny smiled down at her and 
twiddled the plume in his fingers.

"Hmmm, now what could I do if I were a nasty person who liked to take 
advantage of helpless people?" he mused.  "Well..."

Reaching out, he softly stroked the side of the nearest breast, where it 
was pressed flat by her weight.  She twitched and again began trying to 
swear at him through the gag.  As she rolled away from the plume, she 
exposed the areola and perky nipple...  which Sonny promptly tickled 
enthusiastically with the long feather.

Rolling back again, she hid the nipple from him, but not before he saw it 
had begun to pucker up with excitement.  She rolled as far to her left as 
she could, hiding her tit completely, but exposing her back and curved ass 
to him, which he wasted no time taking advantage of, passing the end in a 
twitching motion along the crack of her ass from top to bottom, then 
continued along the inside of her right thigh, as the bonds held her legs 
spread open.

Again she twitched and bucked, and the muscles stood out in her thighs as 
she tried to close her legs against the pantyhose's pull, but couldn't.

The feather traced its way in curved arcs across the back of her right 
knee, up the inside of her right thigh, across from her right cheek to the 
other, then down the inside of her left thigh, until it was tickling the 
back of her left knee.

By this time, she had stopped trying to complain, and was merely gasping 
for breath as her body twitched to the touch of the diabolical plume.

With a grin, Sonny once again brought the plume's tip up her thigh, but 
this time, instead of stroking across and back down, she again stroked the 
feather's tip up and down the crack of Jessie's lush rounded ass... and 
then swooped it downward to tickle the lips of her sweet pussy, pulled 
slightly open by the spreading of her legs.

The bound girl's eyes opened even more widely than ever, and the sound that 
came through the gag was more a moan and a gasp than it was a protest.

After a couple of passes with the feather, Sonny dropped it, and sat down 
on the bed next to his helpless lover, and began to pass his fingertip 
lightly up and down the crack of her ass and the lips of her pussy, 
grinning openly as he felt more and more moisture between them and saw and 
felt them relaxing and spreading to allow his fingertip deeper and deeper 
access.

His left hand slipped under her body, cupping and fondling her breast and 
the pebble-like hardness of the nipple at its tip.

By now she was lying almost limp, moaning softly in rhythm with the strokes 
of what were now two fingers slipping in and out of her wide-open, sopping 
wet cunt...

Reaching under the edge of the bed, he fished up a gadget he had left there 
when he had planned this little game. (He'd been Sonya, then, but the main 
difference between how this was going to go was that he would enjoy it a 
lot more with his own cock than she would have with the strap-on that was 
also down there.) 

Catching a glimpse, Jessie craned around to try to see, but couldn't.

Sonny stroked two fingers in and out of her hot wet cunt, collecting a good 
amount of her oils and juices, then slid his fingers up to her ass, playing 
with her tight brown anus, spreading the slippery pussy juice between her 
cheeks.  She twitched and tried to squeeze her butt closed, but he was 
still able to do it several more times, slipping fingertips inside her 
bottom hole and lubricating and stretching it.

Then he took the silver plastic egg he was holding, and gently pressed it 
into her pussy, using a finger to press it in a way, holding onto the wire 
that came from one end.  Reaching down low, he tickled her clit with his 
fingertip.. and then pressed the button on the control box he held in the 
other hand.

With a muffled buzzing sound, the vibrating egg he had slipped inside her 
pussy began its work.  He switched it up to "High" speed for a while, and 
watched Jessie's hips bucking to its buzz and the rhythm of his fingertips 
stroking her clit.  As she began to obviously approach orgasm, he took his 
fingers away from her clit and switched off the vibrator, then used its 
cord to pull it out of her pussy.  

The feel of the vibrator slipping out of her hot hole when she was so close 
caused Jessie to moan protestingly... changing to a gasp of shock as Sonny 
took the now-thoroughly-slippery plastic egg and gently but irresistably 
pressed it into her anus, using a finger to push it most of a fingerlength 
up inside of her.

Again, he switched the vibrator on and again the rushing vibrations spread 
through her ass and her pussy, though not as strongly as before.

She was moaning in pleasure again, when she felt Sonny switching the 
vibrator its highest speed, and then swinging round onto his knees on the 
bed.  Steadying himself by grabbing the foot of the bed, he carefully knee-
walked over to her, then turned, kneeling between her lovely legs, gazing 
down at her open wet pussy and her ass with the wire disappearing up inside 
her, and listening to the faint buzzing of the vibrator.  

Leaning forward, he reached the fingers of each hand under her, caressing 
the sides of her breasts and reaching under to pinch and stroke the hard 
hot nipples on their tips, then slid his hands down her sides, sensuously 
enjoying the feeling of his hands slipping over her hot soft silky skin, 
until they came to rest on her hips.

His hands gripped her hips firmly, raising them upward, exposing her hot 
hole to his gaze.  He poised himself, and then with one sure, swift move, 
slid every bit of his thick nine-inch cock into her pussy, sliding forward 
without stopping until his pubic hair was pressed against her upturned ass 
cheeks.  At the same time, he reached forward and unfastened the strap that 
held the ball gag in her mouth, jerking it away just as his big dick 
bottomed out in her hot box.

As he withdrew for the next stroke, he reached down and switched the 
vibrator in her butt to max speed, then began a slamming, deep-plunging 
stroke that shook her whole body and brought sensual moans from her, as he 
supported her body with one hand on her hip and the other around her waist, 
lifting her up to give himself a good entry to her streaming, hot, gripping 
cunt.

She came almost as soon as he began stroking, then again as he continued.

Sonny felt his own orgasm rising.  Fighting to hold back, refusing to cum 
just yet, he slipped his nine inches out of her hole, hearing her moan of 
unhappiness, and then quickly moved from between her legs, leaving her 
lying limp on the bed, the vibrator still buzzing in her twitching ass, her 
wide-stretched cunt drooling its juices onto the bed between her legs.  

Quickly, he moved to the head of the bed, kneeling by her, placing one 
broad palm flat on the back of her head, pushing her head forward till the 
broad twitching head of his thick cock pressed against her lips.

As her lips opened, allowing his cockhead to slip between them into her hot 
wet mouth, and as her tongue and lips began eagerly working at his thick 
shaft, licking her own juices as if they were a gourmet treat, he reached 
up and released the hose that held her wrists from the bedframe knobs it 
was looped over, freeing her hands.

Immediately, she rose up on her right elbow, and her left hand grasped his 
shaft where it entered her hot red lips, and began stroking in time with 
her sucking and the swirls of her tongue.  For a few seconds more, Sonny 
held out; then, with a sudden, gasping roar, he grabbed her head with both 
hands, shoved his cock as deeply through her red lips as her hand on his 
shaft would allow, and released a gushing burst of hot white cum.  Jessie 
swallowed as quickly as she could, but she began to choke and drew back, as 
Sonny's balls continued to pump, spraying cum all over her face, neck and 
tits until his orgasm was finally through.

When either of them could move again, Jessie rolled over, freed her wrists 
from the slip knots holding them, and sat up, bent forward and began to 
work on the bonds on her ankles.

"Now, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy that, you understand..." she began.

"Yeah.  I noticed you not not enjoying yourself.  You didn't not enjoy 
yourself so much i was afraid your pussy was going to wring my cock right 
off when you started cumming."

"Yeah, sure. Gimme that!" she said, snatching the control box of the 
vibrator that was till buzzing happily in her ass from Sonny's hand, then 
using the cord to pull the egg out of herself.  "This," she said, waving 
the silver egg in front of Sonny's face, "was a bit much."

"Improvisation.  I ... OW!"  Swinging the egg by its cord, Jessie had hit 
him square on top of the head.

"So was that," she said, smiling prettily.

"But what brought it on?"

"Practising."

"*Practising?*"

"Yup.  Practising for when your old lover gets here."

"Huh?"

"Well, if she wants to play slut, let's *really* help her play slut..."

Jessie's eyebrows rose, and then she began to think.

"We'll wear her out completely..."

"Now wait a minute!  You're talking like a guy..." 

"I am a guy." 

"Only for a while...  You're thinking like a guy, wanting to fuck any piece 
of tail that comes in reach..."

"And your ex- didn't?"

"Well..."

"Okay -- deal -- if she stays here as long as she plans to -- how long, by 
the way?"

"A week."

"Okay, if she manages to stay here a week without coming on to either you 
or to me, we won't do anything.  If she *does* put moves on either of us, 
she's fair game.  Okay?"

"Well, okayyyyy..."

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Sonny chuckled, beginning without thinking to 
tickle Jessie's nipple again.
==============================================

To be continued in "Sonny Swings #3", coming soon.

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