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Subject: {ASSM} [deirdre fest] Wildcat by Mat Twassel
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Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 04:10:03 -0400
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Wildcat
by Mat Twassel
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Clare and I were on our weekly boutique foray. 
Perfumes, earrings, eye shadow.  I picked a pair 
of nearly transparent panties from the bargain 
bin. "What do you think of these?" I asked. 

Clare blushed. 

I couldn't help but wonder about her pelt. Was it 
soft and sleek as a baby rabbit, or curly and light 
like cotton candy?

"How come you always buy such tame panties?" 
I asked her. 

"No one's going to see them anyway," she 
whispered. So *demure*. 

"All the more reason to go a little wild," I said. 
"And what about Otto?" Otto was Clare's 
husband - a hunk if ever there was one. "I bet 
he'd like to see you in something a little 
*friskier*."  

"Otto is too frisky as it is," Clare said. 

I lifted my eyebrows.

"Otto's just so *big*!" Clare complained.  "When 
he's on top of me and I can't move, I go crazy."

I had to smile. It wasn't just that Otto was big as 
an ox and almost as smart. Clare was *small*. 
Barely five feet, probably 95 pounds dripping 
wet.  I thought of her dripping wet.

"Maybe you should try being on top," I 
suggested. "So you could, *you know*, get off."

Clare's cheeks turned dark pink.

"What? Don't you *like* to get off?"

Clare lowered her eyes. "It wouldn't be ... proper. 
Otto, in his way, is very old-fashioned."

"Maybe Edward and I could help you loosen him 
up a little," I offered.  

"Oh, I couldn't," Clare said.



We set it up for our house that very night. Otto 
and Edward sat on the couch, and Clare and I 
modeled our new spring outfits. Clare looked 
stunning in a short red frock. "Spin around," I 
told her. "Don't be shy. Show us your frillies." 
She did. The skirt lifted, giving Ed and Otto the 
briefest glimpse of Clare's skimpy new panties. 

My poor *dear* Edward.  He looked eager, but 
also nervous. Clearly he and Clare were made 
for each other. "Wait till you see what's next," I 
said. "But first you boys have to do a little 
modeling for us." I handed them the packages of 
tight boxer briefs.  

"Are these swimming suits?" Otto asked.

"Yes, dear," I told him. "You two go change in 
the bedroom. But hurry back." While they were 
out of the room, I removed my blouse and bra. 
Clare's eyes went wide. My nipples burned. I 
slipped out of my skirt. The boys came back.

Clare was right. Otto was *big*. Not just football 
linebacker big. He was *hung*.  His shorts 
couldn't hide *that*. I could barely imagine that 
big cock going in me. Well, yes, I could!

My Edward, of course, was only average. But he 
had a sweet shape. A smooth, soft hardness. 
And he could *last*.

"So, what's next?" Edward asked. My skimpy 
French cuts clearly had him excited. 

"Why don't we start by putting this lotion on 
Clare?" I suggested. It was the massage oil 
Edward had given me last year for St. Patrick's 
Day. It came in a dark green bottle and smelled 
of wild mint. I shook the bottle. It gurgled juicily. 
Still plenty left.

I spread a beach towel on the living room rug 
and had Clare lie on it. She was still wearing that 
short red skirt and a soft white blouse. "Edward, 
why don't you help her off with her things while 
Otto warms the oil?"

In no time Edward had her clothes off. Her little 
breasts pressed into the fluffy towel. Her small 
but shapely rear pushed up plump and full.

"Okay, Otto, give me the oil."

He handed me the bottle. He hadn't warmed it 
up, but I used it anyway. Clare squealed as the 
first drops spattered her pretty bottom. 

"Don't worry, it will warm up soon." I began 
working it in, around and around, careful not to 
touch the hole. She was already excited. Her 
pussy squeaked when I pried her cheeks apart. 
She was *dripping*. No need for oil *there*. I 
poured the lotion onto her hole. She squealed 
again. While I worked it in, I asked the boys who 
wanted to be first.

"Me!" Edward shouted. Otto just sat there with 
his mouth open.

"Ooh, she's *so* tight," I told Edward. "Your 
cock is going to feel *so* good in there. Hey, 
you two, what are you waiting for? Get naked!"

A moment later, Ed had mounted Clare. He was 
fucking her rear.  "Does she feel good?" I asked 
him.  He didn't answer. He just kept fucking. 
Otto watched impassively, his cock a handsome 
lighthouse atop a pair of rugged boulders.

I shook the green bottle. I dribbled some oil onto 
Ed's lower back. It seeped into the crack. I 
added more drops. More. 

"Okay, Otto," I said. "*Do him*! Be the *man*!" 

Otto's cock nuzzled Ed's hole. "Here, let me 
help." I took hold of the huge cock and guided it 
in. 

"Oof!" Edward exclaimed.

Squashed beneath Edward and now Otto, Clare 
didn't say anything. With each and every thrust, 
she whimpered.  Poor, dear Clare!

I watched them for a while. I was dripping. I 
wouldn't need any oil. Otto wouldn't need any 
oil, either. His rear was sweaty from the 
excitement of fucking. My finger went in easily. 
So warm! So tight!  Otto gasped. Edward 
moaned. I pressed my finger *deep*. The 
contractions started *right* up - jolt after 
thrilling jolt. Edward's orgasm came in answer. 
He groaned and bucked. I could feel him coming. 
My finger was like Otto's cock, making Edward 
shoot, making Edward come deep in Clare's 
adorable rear. 

Poor Clare, squashed, couldn't get off.  Poor dear 
Clare, crazy with desire!

When Ed and Otto rolled off, sated logs 
glistening with lotion and goo, I lay on the rug 
next to Clare. "Time to ride my tongue," I 
whispered in her pretty ear. "Time to fuck me 
with your *perfect pussy*."

I didn't have to tell her twice. Sweet, sweet 
Clare. Smelling of wild mint and hot cunt. 
Dripping on my chin, on my lips, and in my 
mouth. Dripping and fucking. My sweet, sweet 
Clare. Coming like a wildcat.



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Wildcat
by Mat Twassel
written for the 2006 deirdre anniversary festival

comments welcome  mmtwassel@aol.com

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