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The Secret Santa Collection 1-3/3 (asst codes & genres)
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All of the following works were written as 'Secret Santa' gifts.
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O'Hennesy's Bar, Beds and Breakfast - Seamus O'Hennesy, Prop.
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Seamus was leaning on the bar.  It was past last call and most of the
folks left were the regulars or those folks who really didn't have
much reason to go home.

Sharon and Tracy, his ever popular waitresses (and, he had to admit
it, the only reasons he got enough paying customers so he could keep
the doors open) had finished picking up the empties and settled in a
corner booth so they could relax and still keep an eye out for folks
who wanted something.

"Ice water.  My friend here will have an Earl Grey."  Seamus blinked
into awareness.  How had these two managed to get this close without
his noticing them?  'Must be more tired than I thought'.

He shrugged to himself and served them.  "On the house.  Around here,
people only have to pay for the alcohol.  Sobering up is free."

The dapper man in the cape nodded.  "So we heard."  He placed a twenty
on the counter.  "That's one reason we decided to come here tonight.
Here.  We also know you're having a Hell of a time keeping the doors
open."  He chuckled as the other man blushed and then laughed as well.
"Maybe this will change your luck."

Seamus raised his eyebrows but said nothing.  He did note that in
spite of his laughter, the dapper man was honestly concerned.

"Thanks.  It all helps keep the doors open.  A lot of these folks have
nowhere else to go.  I do what I can but..."  He smiled sadly and
shrugged before he put the money in the cash drawer.

As he grabbed the towel and began absentmindedly polishing the
countertop, he kept part of his awareness on the two strangers.  At
first he thought they were going to get into a serious argument and he
was going to have to step in and defuse the situation.  When he
looked, and listened, more closely, he realized they were talking in
the tones of two old friends who were continuing a long standing and
friendly difference of opinion.

"I keep telling you Luce, the boss moves in mysterious ways."

"Yeah, Gabe.  You and I both know that's because his ego won't let him
admit he really fucked things up when he made these folks."

Seamus noticed that 'Gabe' had a wry smile.  "You know I can't answer
that the way *I* want to."

"Point."  Luce sipped at his water.  "Seamus has a nice place here.  I
think I'll make it a regular stop.  How about you?"

They both turned and scanned the room.  Finally Gabe shrugged. "Better
than most.  Do me a favor?"

"Favor?"

"Yes.  Don't screw up the atmosphere.  These are nice folks and I
could use them - later."

"Yeah, Gabe.  I can do that.  Good employees are getting damn hard to
find these days.  For you, I'll do it."  He turned slightly and
motioned to Seamus.  "Good man, good people here.  Appreciate it if
you'd keep us refilled while we sort our lives out."  Luce's lips
quirked.  "Some of that 'luck' I mentioned."

"Sure thing.  Not much of a believer in luck though.  Hard work got me
here.  I expect that someday I'll pay the price for that hard work and
lose it all when I can't keep up."

Seamus was a little surprised when Gabe spoke up.  "Seamus?  You were
listening?"

He idly moved the towel around.  "Part of my job as a bartender.  I
have to know which way to move when it all hits the fan.  Have to
admit you two had me worried at first."

The two men looked at each other.  Gabe's lips quirked.  "Mysterious
ways.  This part of the problem is mine.  I imagine yours will show up
soon enough."  Gabe turned back and his eyes twinkled with inner
mirth.  "To our friends we're Gabe and Luce.  For more formal
occasions we use Gabriel and Lucifer.  Perhaps you've heard of us."

Seamus blinked.  What the hell was going on here?  They didn't *look*
drunk or insane.  "The names are familiar,"  he hedged.

Luce laughed.  "I like your style.  I could use a man like you but
Gabe has first claim on your services.  You ever get bored working for
him, let him know.  We trade employees all the time."

"I work for myself.  Nobody owns this place but me."  The response was
automatic.

Gabe chuckled as he made a sweeping gesture that took in the whole
room.  "When you run a bar like this one, you work for me.  I have to
tell you the man upstairs is mighty pleased with your operation.  He
sent us here to see that it stays open."

"Excuse me."  Seamus walked away and poured himself a glass of water.
'This is crazy.  Just crazy enough so I'm starting to believe they're
real.'  He glugged it and got a refill.  Thoughtfully he returned and
faced the two men.

"Ok.  Are you two who I think you are?"

Lucifer nodded.  "Not what you expected, are we?"

Seamus shook his head.

"Here's the way it really is.  Think of the whole operation as a
conglomerate.  I get the dirty work because the man, when he set the
whole thing up for your world, made the mistake of  insisting that the
folks directly under him have to spout the corporate line even when he
and they know it's bullshit."

"Those of us with some personal integrity left told him where he could
put his agreement and formed our own company.  When we got so big we
made him nervous, we agreed to a buyout.  *He* and his directors can't
admit to fuckups but there's an unofficial 'don't ask, don't tell'
policy that lets us all get the job done.  What the man doesn't hear
directly, he doesn't have to admit to."

Lucifer grinned as he drained his glass.  "The man can't give us
assignments or tell us there's a problem we need to fix but he can
suggest that we need a vacation and that we might enjoy a visit to a
certain bar."

He slammed the glass down.  "And that's the true Hell of it.  We never
know what we're getting into."

This was something Seamus understood.  Calmly he refilled the glass
and set it back in front of Lucifer.  He also set some hot water and
teabags next to Gabriel's cup.  "Gentlemen.  Maybe I don't think as
much about you folks as I should.  What I do know is  how to be
someone who listens.  Or..."    He looked over at Tracy and Sharon
thoughtfully and then chuckled.  "When to turn people over to those
who are more qualified to deal with a situation."  He picked up a
pitcher of ice water and then the plate that held Gabe's pitcher of
hot water and the  teabags.  "Grab your drinks and follow me."

Gabe and Luce looked at each other.  Gabe shrugged.  "Why not?"  He
picked up his cup and followed Seamus.

Luce studied Gabe as he walked away.  Reluctantly, he smiled.  " 'Why
not?', indeed."  He grabbed his glass and moved to join Seamus and
Gabe.

Seamus set the pitchers down and waited for the two men to join him.
"Sharon, Tracy, these two are Gabriel and Lucifer.  Lucifer, Gabriel,
meet Sharon and Tracy.  These two beautiful women are the main reasons
I'm still in business.  Ladies, I think these two gentlemen need your
special touch."

He and the women looked at each other.  Finally the women nodded and
smiled.  "Ok, Seamus.  For you, we'll do it."  Tracy spoke for both of
them.  Seamus nodded and walked back to the bar.

* * *

"Take a load off your feet gentlemen."  Sharon smiled as she and Tracy
slid sideways so Lucifer and Gabriel could sit next to them.

Instead of sitting down right away Gabriel held out his right hand.
"May I?"  He shook hands with them both and then tilted his head
thoughtfully.  "Luce, not that I had any doubts but I think you should
sit with Tracy.  With that red hair, she's more your type than mine
right now."  He settled next to Sharon as Lucifer settled next to
Tracy.

The four of them studied each other.  Sharon finally broke the
silence.  "What does 'type' have to do with things?  Don't we have a
say?"

Lucifer was gentle.  "Indeed you do have a say.  Gabe has to be a
talker rather than a doer unless you want to go through a formal
ceremony.  All he did was ease us past the initial awkwardness by
'reading' your basic personalities.  Red hair usually indicates a
more, shall we say, 'physically oriented' outlook."  He waited for her
to force down her blush.  "Having said that, I'm not as restricted in
what I can do or say.  Ultimately, it's all up to you two.  We're here
to solve whatever problems there are.  Any help you can give us...
Well, we'll show our appreciation as best we can."

Sharon sipped at her juice.  "You guys are for real aren't you?"

Gabriel reached over and touched her glass.  "Would a 'miracle' help?"
The glass shimmered.  "Taste it."

She sipped and then spluttered as she set her glass down.  "Pretty
convincing."  She gasped.  "Tracy, take a sip."

Tracy sipped and her eyes widened.  "Water from fruit juice?"

Gabriel smiled slightly as he touched the glass again.  "Why not?
Nothing in my contract says anything about not displaying a sense of
humor."

Sharon sat up suddenly.  "Let me see if I understand this."  Her eyes
gleamed.  "You, Gabriel, are bound by a pretty restrictive contract.
At the same time, you can get around parts of it by keeping to the
letter of it."

He nodded.  "That about the gist of it, yes."

"You *are* sexually experienced, aren't you?"

"Of course.  I've been bound by formal ceremonies many times in the
past.  I'm celibate until in a formally sanctioned relationship.  At
that point I'm restricted to following whatever is accepted as normal
for that belief system."

She nodded thoughtfully.  "What I hoped you'd say."

She looked at Lucifer.  "Lucifer, you can do what you want, correct?"

"Yes and no."  He shrugged.  "In some ways I'm more restricted than
Gabe.  You see, even though I'm not bound by a contract, I have my own
ethos to live by.  As strange as it sounds, because of that, while I'm
often called the 'Prince of Liars', the reality is that I seldom do
so."

Sharon nodded as she thought about his words.  "So tell me when you
would break your word, or lie to someone."

He leaned back and looked into his glass.  "I would be lying if I took
a vow to love only one person, forsaking all others.  Thus, I have
never formally joined my life with someone else's life."

Sharon leaned forward.  She was intent on something only she could
see.  "But you would speak the oath if the situation demanded it?"

"I have never been in that position, but yes, I would speak the words.
I would speak them even if the other person didn't know, or suspect, I
was lying."

"That takes care of lying.  What about not keeping to your own word?"

To her surprise Gabriel laughed.  "You've trapped him.  His
stiff-necked pride won't let him break his word once he gives it.
That's why he's in charge of Hell.  He verbally agreed to do the job.
It also causes him no end of grief.  At least I can insist on a
written contract if I think I'm going to get into a flaky situation.
He can't.  Everything in his part of the company is done on a verbal
basis."

Lucifer raised his glass in a silent toast to Gabriel.  "I was a lot
younger back then.  So were you.  Neither one of us would make those
mistakes now."

"Point, my friend."  Gabriel's cup touched Lucifer's glass and then
they sipped.

Lucifer returned to the subject at hand.  "So, I do my best to avoid
giving my word."

Sharon looked at Tracy and grinned.  "Remember our fantasy?"

Before Tracy could answer, the door banged open.  Everyone looked up
in surprise.

Tracy recovered first.  She nudged Lucifer.  "Let me out."  He slid
out of her way and then reseated himself as she hurried over to the
young woman.

Tracy hugged the crying woman.  "Jill?  What's wrong?"

Jill hiccoughed and then wrapped her arms around Tracy.  "It's Jack.
He...  He wanted to...  You know.  He said it's our wedding night.
Then he asked me if *I* knew what to do!"  She wailed.  "Of course I
don't!  I thought he would!"

While everyone was focussed on Jill and Tracy, Jack had sidled through
the open door and quietly closed it.  He made it to the bar before
anyone realized he was slumped over in dejection.

Gabriel and Lucifer looked at each other.  Lucifer grinned.  "Jack is
mine."

Gabriel nodded.  "And I get Jill.  Sharon, would you excuse us for a
bit?  Duty calls."

"Hmm?  Oh, sure."  She watched as they got up and headed for their
targets.  "Damn.  Just when I thought...  Oh well.  Maybe they'll
stick around for awhile after they finish."

* * *

"I need a beer."  Jack was looking down at the bartop so he didn't see
Lucifer approach.

"Bad choice young man.  Seamus, two glasses of milk."  He turned back
to Jack.  "My friend and I couldn't help overhearing your wife's
complaint.  Perhaps we can help.  Both us work for the man upstairs.
Interested?"  He settled on a stool and waited.

Jack hesitated.  "I need to relax after fucking up things with Jill."
He looked at Seamus.  "Beer."

Seamus shook his head.  "Not for you, not even for the gentleman at
your side, would I serve you a beer right now.  Besides, as I'm sure
he was going to tell you, a beer is the last thing you want if you
expect to be able to make things right with Jill.  You'd relax all
right.  And so would that thing between your legs.  So, what'll you
have?"

Jack mumbled to himself.  He turned to one side.  "You don't look like
any priest I've met."  He sighed and reached for the glass of milk.

"I didn't say I was a priest.  Just that I work for the gentleman
upstairs."

"Ok.  What the hell.  Jill has Tracy and Sharon.  I ain't got shit.
Seamus here but even he can't help me with this one."

Lucifer looked at Seamus, who shook his head sadly.  Lucifer nodded
slightly.  "Ok, so you're a virgin.  Maybe my friend and I can fix
things so you can treat Jill the way she should be treated on your
wedding night."

Jack laughed bitterly.  "How are you going to do that?  I won't
violate my vows."

Lucifer chuckled.  "You won't need to.  That much, I *can* promise."
He glanced over at where Gabriel was talking to Jill and Tracy.  "Come
on.  Grab your glass and follow me."

"Why the hell not?"  Jack picked up his glass and followed Lucifer
over to the booth where Sharon was siting.  "Hi Sharon.  I really
screwed things up tonight.  I should have fucked you when I had the
chance."

Sharon looked at Lucifer and then pointed at the seat across from her.
He nodded and settled himself.

She turned back to Jack.  "Here, go ahead and sit next to me.  Maybe
we can find a way to fix things up."  Jack settled and she hugged him.
"Lucifer?  I gather you have some ideas?"

Jack stiffened.  "Lucifer?  Funny name for a man who says he works for
God."

Lucifer smiled and then shrugged.  "It's my real name and I really do
work for him.  Now, you have a real problem.  As much as you and
Sharon might want to solve your problem in a direct fashion, that
wouldn't be the right way.  You aren't the first man who stayed a
virgin until his wedding night."

"However, there's nothing that says that you and Jill can't pick up a
few pointers by watching someone else and asking questions."

Jack had perked up and then slumped again.  "Where would Jill and I
find people who would let us watch so *we* could learn what to do?"

Lucifer looked at Sharon and questioned her with his eyes.  She nodded
slowly.  He nodded back.  "Sharon and I would be willing to help.  I
imagine Tracy and Gabriel would as well."

"I've never seen you around.  What faith lets its priests fuck when
they feel like it, anyway?"  He put his head in his hands.  "I can't
believe this.  My wedding night and I'm sitting in a bar talking about
watching two people fuck each other so my wife and I... can learn how
to fuck each other."

Lucifer chuckled and Jack jerked his head up to stare at him.  "As my
friend Gabriel is so fond saying, 'The man works in mysterious ways.'
" He leaned forward intently.  "Jack, I've told you before that I'm
not a priest but I do work for the person you think of as God.  The
'faith' I belong to lets its members make their own decisions about
how they live their lives."

Sharon broke in suddenly.  "Lucifer?  Gabriel is bound by whatever
vows he speaks.  Right?  Do those vows have to be from a specific
faith or can they be from any belief system?  One other thing.  May
either of you administer those vows if a situation requires it?"

Lucifer hesitated slightly.  Sharon's tones hinted at something he
wasn't quite sure he wanted to get involved in.  "The vows have to be
from an already established system, not made up for the situation.
Other than that, you have it right."

She nodded and then laughed throatily.  "Take a look.  I think your
friend has a problem."

The three of them turned and looked across the room.  The discussion
was still going on in low voices.  Tracy had shifted so she was
standing next to Gabriel and had an arm wrapped around his waist.  As
they watched she leaned into him and he shifted slightly in her
direction.  Gabriel's arm snaked its way around her waist.  Suddenly
an agreement was reached because Tracy and Gabriel pulled Jill into a
group hug and then led her to a booth.  After Jill settled, Tracy
pushed gently at Gabriel to get him to sit down.  Without saying
anything she went behind the bar and got a glass of tea for Jill and
refills of juice and tea for herself and Gabriel.  When she returned
to the booth she placed the drinks and then settled next to Gabriel.

Once settled the three of them leaned forward over the table and
resumed their conversation.  Lucifer couldn't help his amused snort as
Gabriel's hand came up and began working the base of Tracy's neck. "He
should have known better than to challenge a redhead on her own turf."
======

Part 2
Gabriel, Jill and Tracy
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After they settled, Gabriel leaned back and smiled at Jill.

The merry in his eyes was in contrast to his next, soberly spoken
words:

"There was a young bride
All aflutter - inside.

She lay on her couch
Expecting debauch

Her world feel apart
When he showed a limp dart.

But there is a 'grand plan'
So fate - took a hand."

Jill giggled. "You make what happened... Sound so silly and
unimportant."

Gabriel nodded. "Jill, that's exactly how I want you and Jack to feel
when, years from now, you look back on this very special night. What
happened *isn't* silly, nor is it unimportant. At the same time, it
isn't the end of the world either. It can be survived and used to
strengthen the love the two of you share."

She reluctantly smiled. "You have me at a disadvantage. You know my
name but I don't know yours. All I know is that you claim to be a man
of faith."

Gabriel glanced over at Tracy and she nodded slowly. "She'll find out
sooner or later."

He chuckled. "Indeed."

He turned back to a now puzzled Jill. "Young lady, my name is Gabriel.
My friend over there is named Lucifer. Our friends, and I hope we will
someday be able to count you, Jack, Sharon, Tracy and Seamus, amongst
them, call us 'Gabe' and 'Luce'."

Her eyes widened and she pulled back from the table in shock.

Gabriel leaned forward slightly and put both of his hands, palm up, on
the table. "Do you believe in miracles?" His gentle question hung
between them as a faint halo shimmered above his palms. "If you do,
then let's see what we can do to encourage one to take place on this
most special of nights." The halo vanished and he leaned back to await
her next words.

Her eyes were wide for a few seconds, then she gulped noisily in an
effort to calm herself before she turned to stare at Tracy. "Is this
guy for real?"

Tracy shrugged. "Never seen them before tonight. Real enough. He and
his friend showed up with problems, and Seamus turned them over to us.
They didn't say it directly, but it's pretty obvious you and Jack are
their problems, especially if they are who they say they are."

She gestured at Gabe's hands. "I think I'll take them at their word.
That halo was pretty convincing."

Jill turned to stare at Gabes now empty and unmovng hands. "Yeah. If
I'd been drnking, maybe I could shrug it off."

She looked across the room and blushed. "So he's the real Lucifer?"

Gabe chuckled. "Yes. Good sort. His honesty and stiff necked pride got
him into trouble, and he's been trying to live it down ever since."

Jill's eye went wide again. "Did you say 'honesty'?"

Gabe sobered. "Yes, I did. He refused to sign the contract he was
offered, and formed his own company. Eventually he was bought out, but
the policies he formulated were left in place because... Well, he was
right. Someone has to fix the mistakes, and those of us who signed the
contract can't fix a lot of them. His system works."

She stared at Gabe. "Let me see if I understand this well enough. Let
me call you 'senior management' for the parent company, and He's... An
assimilated independent? And sometimes the two of you get sent out to
'fix' problems that can't be solved if only the original company
policy is followed?"

Tracy giggled when Gabe smiled wryly. "Pretty much so. Keep in mind
that I'm the twisty one who looks for loopholes. If I didn't, I would
never be able to do my job the way it has to be done."

Both women let their eyes go wide. Tracy said it for both of them.
"Oh, wow... That's an *awesome* concept. 'Angels as rule benders.' "

He frowned. "Not benders. 'Situational interpreters' is closer."

Tracy giggled. Like I said... In our terms, you bend them if you think
you can get away with it, right?"

He smiled and lifted his glass. "True enough."

He turned back to Jill. "You've never seen any porn videos, have you?"

She ducked her head. "No. A few pictures, and the stuff in some of the
movies we've watched, but nothing that really had any details."

He nodded. "I'll assume the same it true for Jack."

He leaned back and thought about it. "So. What this situation calls
for, is a hetero couple that is willing to make love to each other
while you and Jack are watching. Does that sum up the problem, and a
possible 'cure'?"

Jill blushed. "Yes."

He turned to Tracy and raised his eyebrows.

It was her turn to blush.

After she managed to force her blush down, she raised her own
eyebrows. "I'm not going to ask if you're willing, that much is
obvious."

He smiled and sipped t his glass. "I expected it to be But?"

"I'm not interested in being exclusive. Never have been, and don't
want to change that."

"That's only a problem if we restrict ourselves to the more
traditional systems. My contract says I have to honor whatever vows I
agree to. At the time it was written, all of the systems were
monogamous. Nobody anticipated that anything different might be
developed."

Tracy's eyes widened and he nodded. "I also can't make any
suggestions. It has to be initiated and formalized by the mortal
female, using *her* belief system."
======

Secret Santa 2003
---

Teenagers in Lust
---

Martha slid the paper across the kitchen table.  "Take a look at the
reunions."   She was smiling but her eyes couldn't hide her worry.

I looked down, read the article she'd circled...

And froze as 30 year old memories returned. 

"Daddy?"

"Mr. Stanton?"

I sighed, then smiled wearily.  I was watching my wife but my words
were for our oldest daughter, Christine and her 'domestic partner',
Julie.  "Tom's in charge this time.  I haven't seen him since high
school.  Thirty years ago he and Martha were the hottest couple on
campus and I was just another academic student."

"So?"  Christine was obviously puzzled.

Martha laughed and saved me.  "Your father 'got the girl' but who he
really wanted was the guy."

Silence.

Then, tentatively, Julie asked the question that needed to be asked.
"Mr. Stanton?  You were *gay*?  But..."  She looked at me and then
Martha.

I chuckled, breaking the tension.  "In the closet, but yes, I was gay
when I started dating Martha so I could have an excuse to get fucked
by Tom."

Martha smiled.  "Tom was quite a hunk back then.  Personality of an
asshole, but with that prick he didn't have to worry about being
charming."

I laughed.  "Size Queen."

Her riposte was barbed.  "You aren't?"  She turned her attention to
the girls.  "The strap-on we gave you two ten years ago?  The one I
said held so many fond memories?  Steve gave it to me as a wedding
gift so he wouldn't have to cruise the gay bars after we got married."

They stared at us.  "I was sore for a week after our wedding
night--and I loved every second of it."  I grinned at them.  "I was
gay, then bi before our wedding.  Shortly after the wedding we decided
that with one exception we'd be 'true to each other'.  That decision
didn't stop me from being an anal erotic and a bottom."

"Anyway, as Martha mentioned, Tom was an asshole in most ways but he
knew how to use his prick and that was all anyone really wanted from
him.  I was no different..."

* * *

I hate PE but I love the showers.  All the naked guys.  The wonderful
smell.  All those cocks.  I let myself glance to one side...

Tom caught me staring at his dick.  "Jealous?"

I blushed.  "Yeah."  No point in hiding that much.  Every guy on
campus was jealous of that monster and what he got to do with it. Tom
enjoyed the attention it got him.

"Don't worry, Stevie.  Maybe someday you'll grow up and have a real
dick."  He waggled it at me and strutted away.

I hated being called 'Stevie', he knew it--and didn't ever pass up a
chance to needle me.  I finished soaping myself and sighed.  'The real
dick I want is yours, shoved up my ass.' 

I rinsed myself, dried off, got dressed and headed for my next class.

* * *

"Steve!  Wait for me!"

When Martha caught up to me I pointed at the red light.  "Like I had a
choice?

She sighed.  "What's wrong?  You walked right past me without a word.
That's not like you."

"You want to walk, or talk?"  I started crossing the street when the
light changed.  
Caught by surprise she hesitated a few seconds and then caught up with
me again.

We walked a ways in silence and then she attacked me again.  "How come
you've never tried to hit on me?   I'd say yes, you know."

What the hell?  We'd grown up together, even explored each other's
bodies a few times.  But, ask her out?  Deliberately try to get her to
put out?  

She touched my arm to get my attention.  "Well?"

I shrugged.  "Haven't thought about it."

This time she grabbed my arm and forced me to stop and face her.
"Bullshit.  Ever since we stopped going around naked together you
haven't hit on *any* girls."  She let go of my arm and sighed.  "Why
the hell is such a nice person like you gay?"

Lie?  Never considered it.  This was Martha.  She and I had traded
confidences all our lives.  Or at least as far as I knew she'd never
lied to me.  I'd never lied either--just kept silent.

"Remember when you started puberty and I wasn't interested in sex?"

She nodded.  

"Well, you started screwing boys who *were* interested.  By the time I
was interested you'd told me all the stories about boys being totally
focused on one thing:  'anything that would get you to let them fuck
you'.  You thought it was funny but you kept fucking them.  You even
amused yourself by playing mind games with them and then telling me."

She blushed and started to interrupt me but I was wound up and
unwilling to slow down as all the bitterness came back.  "Then I
started trying to go out with other girls and saw the games for
myself, along with the rejections.  Sure, I was interested in sex but
I also wanted to go out with girls I had an interest in.  Every one of
them treated me the same way, as if I was only looking for sex.  By
then you'd teamed up with that asshole Tom and never seemed to
understand when I hinted that I wanted to go out with you on dates.
All you could talk about was that prick of his and how good it felt."

I sighed and started walking again.  "You and all the others made me
give up.  I started hanging with other guys who felt the same way.
Somehow we wound up fucking each other.  There's a lot more than the
sex.  We have something in common and we care for each other."  I
realized she wasn't next to me and I looked back.  "You think I'm
going to give that up for female mind-fucks?"

She looked stricken.  "Steve, that hurt."

"Should I have lied to you in spite of what we promised each other?"

"No.  Never that."

The rest of the walk home was filled with a strained silence.    Just
before she turned up her driveway she touched me to get my attention.
"Steve?  Walk with me in the morning?  Just like always?"

I focused on her instead of my pain.  "Yeah, Martha.  Just like
always."  I forced a smile.  "Just because I'm gay and pissed right
now--that doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends."

* * *

We met at the end of her driveway, just like usual, at the usual time.

"Morning, Steve."

"Morning, Martha."

We'd walked a block or so when she surprised me.  "Tom's bi.  But he
doesn't think so.  He's also a lousy fuck."

"Yeah?  Why tell me?  If he's such a lousy fuck why are you still
going out with him?"

"I'm telling you because it's obvious you want him to fuck you.  The
reason I'm still going out with him is because all the guys are afraid
of him.  None have *asked* me to go out with them, including you. He's
strange.  As long as a girl doesn't have a  boyfriend, Tom thinks
she's his.  Once she starts going with someone else, he doesn't worry
because she'll usually ask him to fuck her once or twice a month.  Get
the picture?"

I got it.  I was also pissed. "You're his?  Anytime he wants?
Thats..."

"Don't say it.  Not anytime he wants, we set limits.  We even pass him
around to keep him satisfied when one of us isn't in the mood to put
up with him."

"So, what puts a girl off limits?"

"If she's going steady with another guy."  She sighed and moved closer
so she could whisper.  "You help me, I'll help you.  Tom'll only fuck
a guy as part of a threesome.  'I ain't no faggot.  I don't do guys by
themselves.'   You figure it out."

We walked the next block in silence.  We were waiting for a light to
change when I made my decision.  "I gotta know what that monster feels
like.  OK.  I'm in."

She laughed.  "I figured you would be.  It usually hurts when he fucks
my cunt.  Up the ass is better.  Better yet, be sure you've given
yourself an enema before you let him fuck you.  *He* doesn't care and
he'll force himself all the way in no matter what.  Oh, think you can
get it up and fuck me first?  He likes to watch and talk about how
when the guy's done he'll give the girl a real fuck by a real man--and
how he'll give the guy something that will make him wish he were a
cunt instead of a guy."

We stepped off the curb and started across the street.  "Mar, I don't
know if I could get it up in that asshole's presence.  You know how he
puts me down.  Maybe.  If you help."

"Bring one of your friends."  She named one of them.  "He's bi and a
pretty decent fuck if what I've been told is true.  Are you my new
boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Mar.  If that's what it takes to get Tom to fuck me.  I gotta
know."

She spotted Tom, waved at him and then hugged me.  "Thanks.  See you
after school."

* * *

Tom confronted me while I was taking my shower after PE.  "Martha says
you're  her new boyfriend.  Plan on fucking her?"

"Yeah.  If she'll let me."

He laughed.  "Stevie, boy, she's easy.  Stick a finger between her
legs and she'll spread 'em for you.   Of course you gotta have a prick
first.  That thing get any bigger? "

I blushed but managed to hold my eyes on his face.  "A little.  Think
she'll go for 6 1/2 inches or so?"

Amazing.  He didn't make an immediate put down.  Finally he turned
away.  "Yeah, Stevie.  She'll go for it."  He looked back over his
shoulder and grinned.  "It will give her cunt and asshole a chance to
tighten up after being fucked by a real prick."

* * *

"Steve.  Tim.  Got time to stop at my place?"  Martha settled between
us as we started home.

Tim and I looked at each other and I answered first.   "As long as I
can call my parents to let them know where I am."

Tim's answer was typical for him.  "Plenty of time.  I get home when I
get home."

"Good."

Martha's mom greeted us at the door.  "Steve.  Tim.  Good to see you.
You boys be able to stay for dinner?"

Tim's response was an enthusiastic yes.  Mine was slower and hedged.
"I'll know as soon as I call my parents."

"You know where the phone is."

"Thanks."  I made the call and got permission to stay for dinner.

When I got back to the living room Martha was facing her mom and had a
grin on her face.  "I got rid of Tom."

"About time.  Who'd you replace him with?"

"Steve."

"Better.  Does he know the house rules?"

She blushed.  "Not yet.  Tim hasn't heard them either."

"Why not?"

Martha looked at me.  "Can I tell her?"  I sighed and then nodded to
let her know it was OK.   Tim just shrugged when she asked him the
same question.

"Mom, Steve's gay.  It's partly my fault.  Tim's bi and I need his
help with Steve."

"So?  What makes you think Steve will be able to fuck you?  Never
mind. None of my business."  She faced Tim and me.  "The house rules
are simple.  You use condoms and no means no.  You also keep quiet
about what you learn or do here.  In return my husband and I answer
any questions without judging you--and you don't judge us.  Martha?"

She nodded.  "Steve's always been the one I've confided in.  He trusts
Tim.  That's good enough for me."

Her mother nodded.  "Dinner will be at eight.  Oh, did you deliver my
message to Tom?"

"Yes, mother.  He didn't take it seriously.  He was pretty crude about
it."

"Fine.  He's been warned.  Don't you worry about it."  She studied me
and Tim.  "You've got more than enough to worry about right now.
Scoot!"

* * *

Martha closed the door to her room.  Tim looked at her.  "You going to
lock it?"

"No.  That's another rule."

He shook his head.  "This is crazy.  You're after Steve, not me.  What
am I doing here?  Steve?  You never did tell me."

"She never told me why she wanted you here."

She started taking her clothes off.  "Strip.  Both of you.  I'll tell
you after you get on the bed with me."

She carefully positioned us on either side of her.  "Tim, Cindy says
you're not only a decent fuck, you like to cuddle."

"I am?  She did?"

"She did."

Martha coaxed me into rolling over so we faced each other.  She
pressed her body against mine.  "Steve, hold me.  Tim, cuddle me. Both
of you, if there's anything else you want to do, do it."  She smiled
at me.  "Steve.  I love you.  Always have."

She kissed me and without thinking I automatically kissed her back.

I wish I could say we made glorious love together.  We didn't.  All we
did was stay together in the middle of her bed while she told us how
much she needed us to help her forget about how Tom had been treating
her as his private sex toy rather than treating her like a person. His
attitude had been quite a shock to her and all her efforts to get him
to change had failed.  She loved the feel of his prick when he fucked
her but finally, the day before she'd confronted me, she'd realized it
wasn't enough.

She cried a bit, got angry a bit.  She hugged me and Tim a lot and we
hugged her back a lot.  Then the three of us held each other and fell
asleep.

The sound of somebody knocking on her door woke us up.  "Dinner in
thirty minutes!  Clothing optional."

Martha giggled.  "Dad's giving us a chance to clean up before dinner."
She untangled herself and headed for her bathroom.  "There's room for
all of us in the shower.  Join me?"

Tim and I looked at each other and blushed.  He shook his head. "Don't
you *ever* tell anyone Martha and I were naked together and I never
once thought about fucking her."  He grinned.  "Didn't think about
fucking you, either."

"Yeah.  Same here."  I looked at the bathroom door and sighed.  "Never
thought I'd say this but right now thinking of us doesn't do a thing
for me.  I'd rather be holding Martha."

Tim hugged me.  "Tell you something.  I've always fantasized about
fucking Martha.  Now that I've had the chance and not taken advantage
of it I'm satisfied."  He pushed me towards the door.  "Let's go scrub
each other's backs--and anything else worth scrubbing."

I hesitated as something came to mind.  "I'm starting to realize that
sometimes fantasies are best left as fantasies...  Oh, that reminds
me.  As far as I can figure out she originally wanted you here as part
of her plot to get me a chance to let Tom fuck me."  I turned around
and pulled him against me so I could kiss him before I headed for the
shower, and Martha.

* * *

The next few weeks were weird.  Usually Martha and I would stop at her
house and cuddle.  Sometimes Tim would come along.  Eventually he did
fuck her but only that once.  Most of the time he and I fucked each
other with Martha watching or sometimes just cuddling with both of us.
I guess it was after a couple of weeks when Martha and I fucked each
other.  Tim was fucking me and she was helping me jack off.   She said
something like 'I don't want to waste this', rolled over and before I
figured out what was going on, had stuffed my prick in her ass.   I
suppose she'd figured out how to tell how close I was to orgasming
because she pumped herself on me  for a few strokes and I came inside
her.

Then Tim came and his driving thrusts forced me deeper into Martha
when I tried to pull out.  

The strange part was that *I* was worried about not having a condom
on.  "Martha!  I'm not wearing a condom!"

She giggled, rolled back to face me and hugged me.  "If I get pregnant
from it, we'll make millions.  Now, see?  You've fucked me and it
didn't hurt a bit."

Tim was still in my ass.  He laughed.  "She got you, Steve.  Relax and
enjoy it.  I've never felt your ass clench as hard as it did then.  I
couldn't stop myself from coming."  He wiggled himself and I felt his
dick growing.  "Wouldn't mind doing it again."

I thought about it.  I'd never been the center of a threesome before
and the thought of being the focus of both of them was a real turn on.
I wanted to do it NOW but I knew what would happen if I we didn't use
a condom and her parents found out.

I was horny, frustrated--and then I felt barrier inside me go down.
"Yeah...  Oh man do I want to do it again.  But this time I want to
fuck Martha face to face....  And I know just how we can do it.  You
two with me?"

Tim's reaction was immediate.  "Jesus!  You damn near cut my prick
off.  Oh, yeah, if you can do *that* again I'm with you."

I squeezed Martha into a tight hug and dry humped her for a few
strokes.  "Well?"

"Yes.  Oh, YES!"

I pushed her away.  "Then grab some condoms and let's all get in the
shower.  I'm going to give the two of you showers you'll never forget
and then both of you can give me a shower--and a good fucking!"  I
grinned at her.

We got in the shower and I hugged Tim.  "Tim, I love you.  I really,
really do and I promise I'll never forget what a special person you
are.  Don't say a word.  Just let me be selfish and enjoy myself.  You
won't regret it."  I looked over my shoulder at Martha.  "I'll get to
you but I've got to take care of Tim first."

She lightly touched my face with her fingers.  "You already have." She
blushed.  "Gotten to me, I mean.  And, Steve?  I understand."

I knelt down and planted my face in Tim's crotch while I reached
around his legs and adjusted the water before switching to the shower
head.  I let the water cascade over us and then I reached for the
soap.

While I lathered Tim I stroked his body as if it were a penis I was
trying to arouse.  I caressed his legs and every upward stroke was
completed with a light touch on his penis.  I teased him in every way
that I knew he liked.  I probed his ass with my fingers.  I fondled
his balls.  When I lathered his back I walked up and down his spine
and finished by grabbing his slippery buttocks and pulling his crotch
against my cheek as hard as I could.  I used both hands to massage his
chest and stomach.  This time it was the downward strokes that ended
at his crotch.  I teased him.  I worked him mercilessly...  But every
movement I made was a promise that when the time came, I would be his
as I'd never been his before.

I was lost in savoring his body but eventually I was done and I rinsed
him off.  I knelt again and kissed his penis gently before I rose to
pull him into a tight hug.  We kissed deeply and then I pulled away.
"Tim?"

He sighed.  "Yeah, Steve.  I've lost you, haven't I?"

I looked at Martha and she nodded.  I hugged Tim again.  "You haven't
lost me.  We'll be there for you the rest of our lives."  I cried on
his shoulder.  "We weren't meant to be in the way Martha and I have
been.  She's waited for me a long time.  I hope you understand that."

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed.  "Yeah.  I understand.
Wish I didn't.  Maybe someday I'll be as lucky as you are."

I pulled back and grinned at him.  "Yeah, lucky.  Lucky enough so that
my very best friend and male lover is going to fuck me in the ass
while I fuck the woman of my dreams for the first time."

"Steve, you're crazy.  You do know that, don't you?"

"I'm not crazy.  I'm in love, with both of you.  Swap places with
Martha so I can give her the same treatment I just gave you."

He squirmed past me and hugged Martha.  "Oh, wow...  I'd be jealous
but he did it to me first.  Brace yourself.  Are you gonna be
surprised."

Martha and I hugged each other.  "Thanks.  I know it's late for this
but I want to show you how much I love my 'former sister'."

She tensed and then squeezed me as hard as she could when she filled
in the blank.  "If I'm your 'former sister',  that makes you my
'former brother'.  What are we now?"

I kissed her and held it while I ran my fingers lightly down either
side of her spine in the way she'd taught me.  When she arched into my
body I arched mine into hers before moving my lips next to her ear so
I could whisper to her.  "Lovers, I guess.  But that doesn't really
sound right.  How about making it 'man and wife' as soon as we
graduate?"

"Serious?"

"After all the years we've known each other, you need to ask?

"Yes.  And YES!"  

"Then stand there and let me give you a betrothal gift."

I grabbed the soap and lathered my body.  I switched the water from
the shower to the tub and then pulled Martha into an embrace.  Then,
slowly, I used my body against hers.  I used my legs and feet to
gently rub the soap against hers and 'scrub' them.  I used my penis to
wash her crotch.  My chest rubbed against hers and I felt her heat and
her unsteady breathing.  I teased her buttocks with my fingers and
gently massaged them.  One finger found its way into her asshole and
she moaned and pressed against me.  She tried to move her hips and
bury my penis in her cunt.  I pulled back.  "Not yet.  Let me explore
your body in the ways you've taught me."

I kissed her and then pulled back.  "Close your eyes."  She did and I
soaped her face and hair.  I savored the slippery feel of her soaped
skin as I explored her face with my lathered fingers.  I traced her
cheekbones.  I let my senses follow the lines of her smiling lips.  I
brushed her eyebrows and followed them outward to the edges of her
flushed face.  I used both hands and lovingly traced the whorls of her
ears before I reached and gently massaged her scalp.

I ran my fingers through her hair and let myself get lost in my dreams
as I imagined her hair falling across my face as we made passionate
love together.

Then it was over.  I hugged her again and then bent down to switch the
water back to the shower head so I could rinse us off.  When I was
done I knelt and kissed her between her legs.  I looked up and saw
that she was watching me with a dreamy look in her eyes.  "And now, my
love, I'm all yours."  I  looked back over one shoulder.  "Yours,
too."

Martha pulled me to my feet.  "All those showers together and now
this.  What happened?"

I shrugged.  "I'm not afraid any more."

"I don't understand."

"I don't either.  Not completely.  Something happened inside me and I
realized I love you as much as I love Tim.  That's all."

She studied my face.  "There's more."

"Probably.  But I don't know what it is."

She shook her head and then looked at Tim.  "Do you believe this?"

"No, but I love it."  I felt him press his body against mine.  His
prick was hard and he slid it between my ass cheeks until it was
pushing against my asshole.   He must have soaped it because I didn't
feel any friction.  "Steve wants us to fuck him."  He reached around
and gently fondled my balls before he put his hands on the insides of
my thighs.  I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered:  "I certainly
believe *that*."  He jerked me backwards as he drove himself home.

I moaned when he started fucking me deeply and slowly.  His gentle
forcefulness demanded that I surrender to him and I did.  I sagged
into his body and let him control me in a way I've never dared to do
before.  I relaxed my asshole and then clenched it as tightly as I
could.  "All of you, Tim.  I want it all."

He chuckled.  "And I'll give it to you--as soon as you finish fucking
Martha."

"Martha!"  I made her name a demand.

She laughed.  "Not yet, Steve.  Not yet.  Close your eyes."

I did and was rewarded with the touch of her soapy hands.  She started
at my feet and slowly worked her way up my legs to my crotch.  I felt
her kiss the end of my cock before she wrapped her hands around it and
began stroking it in time to Tim's thrusts.  "Soon."  She touched me
and stopped my involuntary thrusting..  Her hands wandered my torso
and I felt something different in her light caresses.  I realized she
was exploring me as a lover, not a friend.  She must have sensed my
curiosity because she pressed her body against me and kissed me. "Keep
them closed.  Your head's next."

She didn't wash my face, she massaged it.  At the same time she pumped
her hips against my crotch.  I moaned with frustration when she
paused.

Tim stopped pumping and I moaned again.  His hands shifted from my
crotch to my waist.  I felt one of Martha's hands on my prick.

Sudden warmth on the tip was followed by a slow engulfment as she
slowly covered me.  "Hug me, Steve.  Kiss me....  Fuck me!  Now!

I blindly grabbed for her butt and jerked her against me.  My body
took over and drove itself into her.  It jerked back and slammed
forward again.  I felt Tim's dick as my movements pistoned it in and
out of my asshole.  It took him a few strokes but soon Tim was driving
with me, his crotch slamming against me as he drove me into Martha.
Each time he slammed home he twitched his hips slightly and his prick
would make contact with my prostate, increasing my urgency.

Tingling.  Urgency.  A concentration of feelings that told me I was
getting ever closer to my orgasm.  My thrusts became shorter and
driven with an ever increasing intensity of purpose.

I used all the strength in my arms to jerk Martha into my crotch.  I
could feel her muscles as she matched my efforts with her own.

Suddenly she clenched and I was lost.  I jammed us together and froze.
With each twitch of my dick I tried to drive it deeper.  I felt my
asshole clench in time to my ejaculations.  Tim kept pounding into me
and the pain-pleasure was so intense I couldn't find breath to scream.
I felt his strokes take on a familiar staccato urgency.

Then he jerked us both into his crotch and froze.  Martha clenched
again and caused me to jerk in surprise.  Tim found more strength than
I'd ever felt him use and he jerked forward, driving his his dick so
deep I felt like his crotch merged with my butt.  I felt his pulses as
he emptied himself into my shaking body.

Overwhelmed by it all I sagged and would have slipped from between
them if they hadn't held me in place.

When I came to my senses it was my turn to exhale slowly and utter the
simple and inadequate, yet appropriate:  "Wow."

Then reality hit me.  "We didn't use condoms.  Martha?  What do we
tell your parents?"

She glowed and hugged me.  "The truth.  We all forgot.  Besides, Mom
and Dad know we're going to get married because we want to, not
because we have to."

"They know?  I just proposed!"

"Silly.  Several years ago I told them I was going to marry you."

* * *

I came back to the present and smiled.  "She hasn't stopped running my
life since."

Christine smiled back.  "She's taken vacations though.  As soon as I
was old enough she let me run it--for practice."

I grinned at her.  "Did I ever complain?"

She froze.  "You knew?"

"Parents always know what their children are doing."

Julie laughed, then sobered.  "What about Tom?"

I shook my head as I remembered that afternoon.  "I got to feel his
dick up my ass, but he didn't fuck me."

"Huh?  How can you have someone's dick up your ass and not be
fucking?"

"Martha?  You were there."

"Steve fucked me while Tom made his usual crude comments and hints.
Steve and I were enjoying the afterglow when Tom put his dick against
Steve's asshole and asked him 'Stevie boy.  You and Martha got me real
hard and frustrated.  Your hole is closest and I plan to use it.  What
are you going to do about *that*?'  Steve humped himself backwards and
took all of Tom's dick in one stroke.  Then he spoke two sentences:
'This.  Go ahead and fuck me!'"  She and I both laughed as we
remembered Tom's shock.  She finally sobered and finished it.  "Tom
was so surprised and shocked he lost his erection.  He screamed 'I
ain't no faggot!' got off the bed, grabbed his clothes and was still
putting them on as he left my house.  He never bothered either of us
again."

Julie's mouth formed an 'Oh!' of surprise and then she laughed
uproariously.
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Subject: Re: {ASSD} call for Secret Stantas
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On Mon, 23 Oct 2006 14:56:54 GMT, Souvie
<souvieYOURSHIELDS@mindspring.com>
wrote:

>
>Where's all my participants! Where's Esu, Yotna, Denny (you wrote a
>story so don't try to tell me you're not a writer), Jack, cmsix, Mat,
>Vinnie, Franz, Gary, Desi, A Strange Geek, Mr Slot, Kenny (well he's
>excused since he's probably not settled in yet). It's going to be a
>bleak Christmas with only two participants!

Heh...

I think I'll steal From Alexis and suggest a pre holiday writing
exercise.

Working Title:  The SSE  - "I don't wanna do it!"  classroom
assignment.

Set:   TBD has reopened the Glass Lounge and turned it into a starkly
furnished classroom with a battered teacher's desk and as many of
those old
'to small for midgets' school desks he could fit in and still leave
narrow
aisles.

Teachers:   Souvie and Alexis.  Both have their hair done up in buns
and are
wearing those sexless dresses that so many female teachers favored in
the
1950s.

The 'Kids':   The patrons of La Taverna have been herded into the room
and
they are seated at the desks.

The school mascot will be played by Tom, who for most of the scene
will be
settled on his haunches and blocking the door.  As needed, Souvie or
Alexis
will be telling him to allow specific kids to leave when they have
finished
their assignment. 

Props:  Souvie and Alexis will need wooden rulers they can slap
against their
hands while walking up and down the aisles and checking the progress
of the
'kids'.   Souvie and Alexis will also need shoes with taps so they can
be
clearly heard while they are stalking around the room.  Each 'kid' has
some
paper and a writing quill along with a supply of ink.  

The scene:   Alexis is standing at the front of the class with a
severe, 'I
will brook no nonsense today' look on her face.   Souvie is standing
off to
one side with a slight smile on her face.  Souvie is also
intermittently
tapping her toe as she studies each kid in turn.

Alexis speaks:   "Class, your assignment for today will be a 500 to
1000 word
story in the setting of your choice.   It must include the reasons you
have
decided not to take part in this years 'Secret Santa Exchange'.

"Once finished, your story will be collected and you will be allowed
to
leave.   After the last story is collected, they will be given to
Souvie, who
will then distribute those stories in any manner she sees fit.

"You may begin, now."

Movement directions:  Souvie and Alexis may improvise as needed while
they
wander the room at random, sometimes peering over a shoulder to
inspect a
kid's work.   The kids should eventually produce the required written
work
but they are allowed to improvise actions and movements as long as
they
remain seated at their desks.  Some talking is allowed so long as it
concerns
the assignment.
======

Sorry. I had some more planned, and when I started adding, I couldn't
take it further and feel comfortable..

This is it.  Abrupt ending, but sometimes it works out that way.

MF roleplay rom bdsm?
---

Anniversary
----

"Bitch."  I pinched a nipple gently.  "This is no time to be 
sleeping."

I grinned nastily as her eyes snapped open and she struggled against 
her restraints.  "You Bastard!"

"Nope.  They were both married when they conceived me.  Try again."  

I swung as if to slap her and pulled it at the last second.  I let my 
fingers caress her cheek.  "It's a shame you're a secretary.  I 
really would like to do something to let people see what a bitch you 
are."

She shivered and glared at me, then slumped.  "Anything but that."

I nodded.  "No visible damage."  Then I settled on the bed next to her
and sighed while my hands roamed her body.  "Still, it's not like 
there aren't other things I can do."  I smirked and used both hands to
support part of my weight on her breasts.  I waited until she moaned 
and squirmed.  "We have all weekend.  And..."  I pulled back, touched 
a fingertip to her nose and waited until she looked at me.  "You 
aren't going anywhere, are you?"

She whimpered.  

I gazed at her thoughtfully.  "Very artistic.  But..."  I grabbed one 
of her nipples and squeezed it firmly, letting the pressure build 
until I knew she was in pain.  Then, I calmly waited until she moaned 
from deep in her throat.   "Much better.  However..."

I studied her and sighed theatrically.  "Let's add a little something 
to remind you about what happens when you're a bad bitch."

I selected one of my 'tools' and held it up so she could see it.  I 
laughed when her spread eagled body twisted from side to side and she 
moaned with fear.  "Noooo..."

I smiled.  "Afraid so."  She fought me as best she could and by the 
time the waist restraint was on her and secured we were both sweaty
and 
I had an erection.

I slid up until my dick was nestled between her breasts.  I roughly 
lifted her head and let her see it.  "I should feed it to you.  
Slowly."

When she tried to touch me with her tongue I let go and slapped her 
lightly.  "No, Bitch.  You get it when I say so."

I added the head restraint as punishment.  "Damnit, woman.  I had
other 
plans for you today.   But, I'm flexible.   I hope you are."

I hoisted her legs up until I could see the straps on the waist 
restraint tighten..  "Not a bad view."  I slid a hand along the leg 
and thigh closest to me and then without warning jammed several 
fingers in her cunt.  She screamed.   I just kept jogging my hand in 
and out, slowly covering it with her cunt juice.  When I knew she was 
ready to be fisted I stopped and walked away.   "I gotta eat and 
piss.  Maybe even take a shower."

I suddenly remembered something.  I walked back and leaned over so we 
could see each other's eyes.  I kissed her and pulled back slightly 
before whispering...  "Since you have been such a bad bitch this 
morning I'm not going to put on the appliance.  Whatever you do, 
you're going to have to lie there until I get back."

Her glare was weak but I was glad to see it.  It meant I wasn't done 
yet.  "I thought you cared.  I thought you loved me."

I laughed.  "Care?  Love?  I thought I made that clear when we got 
married.  You're an object.  A tool."

My smile was mocking.   "I don't know where you picked up these 
delusions but..."  I let her hear the mocking shrug.  "You're a 
woman.  Must be some sort of female thing."

I left her hanging there, sobbing.

* * *

I pissed and crapped then used the shower.   While I let the water 
pulse against me I let myself drift back in time, to twenty years ago 
and a fateful costume party.

"This year's theme is 'Sexual Fetishes'."

"So?  That's what it is every year!"

I joined in the general laughter and looked around the room.  I hadn't
known but I'd heard rumors before I let myself be talked into 
joining.  All I wanted was a chance to get laid with no entanglements 
later.   With lots of sex parties and a relaxed tone, this club had 
met my needs.

"Well, we'll try to add some variety this year.   This year we'll 
randomly pair people and instead of assigning roles, we'll let those 
be assigned randomly, too.   Who's in, who's out?""

That got silence.   I thought about it.  Oh, the hell with it.  What 
was some embarrassment if I had a lot of fun?   I raised my hand and 
got her attention:  "Hell with it!  Can't be worse than the food!  I'm
in!"

She giggled.  "That's one!"

It wasn't long until most of the club had joined in.  A few minutes 
more and the selections had been made.  Some of the pairs were obvious
matches, some weren't.  I'd been paired with one of the newest 
members, a woman about my age.   Even so, I moaned softly when our 
names were read out.  She wasn't inhibited, but she did have a 
reputation of being shy, and still trying to get comfortable with her 
sexuality.  She definitely wasn't 'normal' for our club and some of us
had wondered...  Then, when the roles we were assigned were listed on 
the screen, I was aghast.  We'd automatically moved closer together to
see the screen and I felt her stiffen.  Then, almost involuntarily, 
we'd turned to stare at each other in horror.

The words had been clear.  Too clear.  'Bondage.   Male dominant.  
Female slave.'

I gulped and stared at her.  "I wouldn't...  I mean I never..."  I 
took a deep breath and started over.  "That's not my kink.  I don't 
have a clue about bondage."  I spread my hands helplessly...  "I 
joined to have a way to get laid on a regular basis, that's all.  Give
me a few nights a week in bed with a willing woman and I'm happy.  I'm
not interested in all that role playing shit."

"C'mon.  Let's find a room."  She blushed and grabbed my hand.  "We 
need to talk."

Once the door was closed she faced me, then started stripping..
"Strip.   I'm not going to waste such a good excuse to get you alone
and naked."

'What the hell?'   I stripped and then stood there. "Well?"

She fell backwards on the bed.  'C'mere."

I sat on the edge and we looked at each other.  She finally lost her 
seriousness and started laughing.   "I bet we looked like innocent 
fools out there."

"Yeah.  I felt like one after seeing what I'd have to do.  And you 
wouldn't have been my choice if I'd had to choose."

She pulled me down on the bed.  "Cuddle me.  OK?"

"Sure."

We snuggled and eventually our hands started wandering.   It's hard to
describe unless you're telling it to someone who has done it.  It 
wasn't really foreplay and it wasn't totally sexual.   We didn't avoid
doing sexual things, either.   Our hands drifted anywhere whim took 
them.  I slid across her breasts and used my fingers to trace around, 
then press her nipples.  Her hands wandered my chest, she lightly 
passed over my nipples but kept going, working her way down my stomach
until she found my pubic area.

Once there she deliberately explored.  It took me a few minutes to 
realize what she was doing.  She was exploring my reactions, using her
fingers to 'taste' my body's excitement.

"That's weird."  I nuzzled her neck.   "Everyone else has always just 
tried to get me aroused without really seeing if what they are doing 
turns me on."

She giggled and paused.   "What you really mean is that nobody has 
ever told you that I did it to them."

I froze and hoped she wasn't seeing my blush.  It was an open secret 
that all the guys compared notes about the women.  I'd assumed the 
women did the same thing but if they did, none had ever mentioned it 
to me.  "That, too."

She slid her hand along my inner thigh and then came back to cup my 
balls.  "I've never done it to anyone else."

'Oh?'  I wasn't stupid, just slow sometimes.  It's hard to think when 
a woman has her hand in your crotch and is teasing you with it.  I 
pulled back to look at her.  Her eyes were closed and her face had 
that dreamy look of contentment that I was used to seeing *after* sex,
if I'd managed to satisfy my partner.  I sighed.  Something was going 
on here and I finally realized it wasn't about the costume party.

"I give up.  I've missed something because you and I aren't talking 
about the same thing right now."

She opened her eyes--and I'd never seen a woman who looked so 
satisfied with herself.  "I joined the club because I was 'husband 
hunting'."  She squeezed my sack gently.  "You."

Her hands came up and pulled us together.  "I never cared about the 
other men I've fucked.  I didn't worry about satisfying them because I
knew they were using me to satisfy themselves."

She kissed me hungrily.  "I want you.  Now.  I already know you'll 
never hurt me deliberately.  Every woman here talks about how gentle 
and considerate you are, even when you let your lust take over."

* * *

I shook myself out of my memories and checked the clock.  Oops.  It 
was past time for me to return and finish things.

* * *

She was still there, eyes a little haunted, but in pretty good shape.

I sighed while I studied her. Enough was enough.

"I was remembering, and thinking."   I lowered her and started
removing everything.  She stared at me and I smiled, a bit  wryly.
"Good memories.  Got lost in them is all, sorry I left you here too
long. It wasn't deliberate."

She nodded slowly, still watching me carefully.  I shrugged and
settled next to her.  I hugged her to me and waited until the
trembling stopped.  "Twenty years, love.  Let's forget the way we met
and just celebrate being together.  K?"

Her answer was a gentle squeeze of my balls.  "Not everything about
that, dear.  Not everything."
---

End: The Secret Santa Collection
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