Message-ID: <1288eli$9706081041@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: <500 Words -- "Teasers" by Vickie Tern 1/2 <500 Words -- "Teasers," by Vickie Tern (forty short shorts) 1/2 Here, renumbered as a single file called "Teasers" are the short shorts I have previously posted as "Teasers," and "Teasers, Second Series," altogether forty dramatic monologues sort of based on Robert Browning's. These suggested Celeste's Current Challenge Competition. Writing them is a challenge, in a way, since they try to do a lot in not much space, like newlyweds trapped together in a phone booth. Mine like many of Browning's set up a situation and then finish with an unexpected revelation. Many newlyweds have attempted the same, I suspect, sometimes disastrously, but rarely while trapped in a phone booth. Nine of these have been selected out, given titles of their own, and separately entered posted under the catchall title QUICKIES. If you're in a hurry and willing to trust my judgement (I'm not), read those instead of these. But let Celeste know which you think is clearly a winner, and why (Celeste801@AOL.COM), so she'll reconsider any inclination to award the CCCC Grand Prize to other contestants. I regret the need to tell you that others have unfairly tempted her by submitting good entries of their own. If you're under age, kid, scram! Twenty-three skidoo! Take a powder! Blow! Lam! Don't understand what I'm telling you? I told you you were too young! Teasers by Vickie Tern i. "Night, dear. I won't be back till morning, so don't wait up. But treat yourself to a good time while I'm gone! When I get home I'll want to know you enjoyed yourself as often as Frank and I did. So same as last night, be sure to save it where I can see it -- your jar's still on the nightstand on my side of the bed!" ii. "Christ, look at those tits. What a scumbucket she's gonna make! I bet she'll do three at a time all night long once we get her trained right! She will for sure when she catches on that whatever cums into her is all she's ever gonna get to eat or drink! But right now her holes are so fuckin' tight I can't hardly fit my fingers into them! Untie her legs and let's get to work. Once she's stretched out and open she's gonna be worth a fortune to us!" iii. "Later on we're both coming back here with men who'll know how to make us feel glad we're women. So you'd better begin feeling glad that's what you are right now, Bill, because that's what you are from now on, until I say otherwise. And I may never say otherwise. No more whining about how you didn't mean it! Fix your hair and your lipstick this minute, and take off those pantyhose for God's sake, and put on something seductive instead, something some real man with a few drinks in him can get his hands into, and maybe his cock. Hurry it up! I want us to get started right away on this new life you seemed to be proposing to me when I saw how you were dressed this afternoon!" iv. "Dad, I want to make you feel good just the same way Mom used to make you feel good. I used to hear you two together, sometimes. So stop twisting your wrists on those ropes, and just lean back and don't say anything." v. It'd been years since that night we'd hugged each other goodbye, bundled up in snow-jackets, so we could scarcely feel each other. Now here we were hugging each other hello as if no time had passed at all. Only now it was summer, each of us in only the shortest of shorts and the thinnest of T-shirts, faint films of perspiration on our skins from jogging toward the half-way point where we'd agreed to meet. And now that we'd met, I could feel her breasts pressing against me as we held each other close. At that same moment she must have felt mine, because she said in a low voice, "Don, they're even bigger than when you got mad at me for feeding you those pills, and we broke up. You know now I was right, don't you?" vi. "Now he seems to be masturbating all the time, Alice. It's funny, he never stops. I really do believe he's been afraid to let go of it ever since I told him I had no further use for it and mean to cut it off. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Or maybe I should just go ahead and do it." vii. "Sweet! Sweet, your mouth there! Again! Lovely, oh, so very delicious! Suck deep sweetheart. Drink as much as you want. It tastes sweet, I know. Go ahead. From now on I want you to nurse on me a few times every day, the way I do you. The baby'll still have plenty when she wakes up." viii. "If that woman wants you to wear her collar all the time, all right, but this is what I want you to wear all the time!" ix. She didn't seem at all disappointed, at first. In fact, she just climbed onto me and straddled me, her knees at my waist and her pussy just above my crotch, with my cock aimed stiff and straight at her slit, yearning. Then she lowered herself ever so slightly. A single bump and grind wiped a pearl of pre-cum off my tip and back and forth across the lips of her twat. Then with that same half-smile she began to rub her clit on my raging purple cockhead, in a teeny circular motion so light I could feel only her warmth and her moisture, and not even the slightest pressure. I tried to thrust up into her as best I could, but she rose and fell above me like a boat with a wave passing under its bow, never pausing as she diddled herself on my desperately extended cockhead. It was almost as if the rest of me wasn't there. "Please," I said, finally. "Please!" My need to cum became intense, then excruciating, and I lunged at her again. But again she rose, and again I fucked only the empty air. "Please, Laurel!" "Not until you promise," she replied in almost a sing-song. "But now, even if you do promise now, it'll happen only if I feel like it!" x. "For Christ's sake, enough! More than enough! Cut it out! Untie me!" "All right, if that's what you want. I'll go get the knife. But remember later what you just asked me to do!" xi. "Oh, is that your safe word you're trying to grunt through that ball gag? Well, I don't remember any more what word I gave you to say when you wanted to wimp out. I knew you'd object when I told you I was turning you over to Carl. But don't worry about it. Another twenty lashes and that tush of yours'll be so painful you'll beg me to call Carl in to take care of it for you. He'll oil it inside and out, and then I'm sure he'll make it feel so good you won't even notice when I leave to tend to my other clients." xii. "Jimmy, this is the third fist fight you've been in this week! I told you last time, one more and we're going to have the doctor fix your problem for good! Well that's it! Get your coat, no, get your sister's coat this time, and put it on while I warm up the car and make just one phone call!" xiii. "Nahh! Mother-son acts were always a novelty, and they don't draw the crowds like they used to. So after tonight we'll convert some of the couples we got out on the circuit into mother-daughter acts. Then we'll see how that goes. No problem, most of 'em have been fuckin' each other on stage twice a night for so long that chances are they like it. And when a kid sees what happens to his momma if he don't go along, he'll agree, even if his momma don't want to beg for him to agree. We'll tell 'em when they do it we'll let 'em go after a while, it's their only chance, or somethin'like that. Then fuck 'em! Later on they'll both be able to pick up extra money lap dancing, so they'll both come out ahead even after I get my cut." xiv. "I felt in her panties while she closed both arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, so deeply her tongue seemed to reach far back into my throat. My heart pounded, she was so beautiful, so very beautiful, and now so passionate too, heated to frenzy with her hips writhing against me, I never dreamed she'd ever feel this way about me! My fingers down below felt that she was soaking wet, and she began to moan. Then when I knew there was no turning back for either of us, I reached further down to finger her glorious, glorious pussy, and found there was something in the way!" xv. "No, we don't want to make them into just housewives eager to serve you, though they'll become that gratefully enough after we're finished with them. We want them to become real sluts on your behalf, the kind that can't wait for nightfall, so they can go into the streets to earn for you whatever it was they used to earn when they were tending to business but also fucking their secretaries, once too often it would seem. Don't worry! We know how to train husbands so they'll want to become highly capable housewife whores who feel proud to serve you, and that's what we'll do, and that's what they'll become. Any other questions?" xvi. "No, not everyone comes out of this machine feeling the same way about sex they did when we strapped them into it. You won't, for instance. Not at all, I'm afraid! The Controller told us that ever since you chose to oppose her in Council, she has been wishing you had a different perspective. Now you'll have one. You may be surprised how you'll feel about sex and lots of other things after this treatment. Aren't we about ready now, Omicron?" xvii. "Yes, Bob, you seem perfect for the job, and it's yours if you want it. But you should understand, it's not quite what you think. You see, men no longer dominate the wholesale beauty equipment business. Gay hairdressers prefer to give their business to other gays, and women beauticians would rather work with other women. So here's what we propose." xviii. "I'm sure that by now you've each noticed that your wives on that couch over there are sucking and licking and nuzzling each other's cunts to climax. That's how I've amused myself since I retired from the stage, getting people to do things like that. Well, they'vee been at it since this morning, and they're getting pretty tired after who knows how many orgasms. That's why I told them to do it in slow motion when you two came by to get them, so I'd have enough time to prepare you properly. That's done now I think. Right now more than anything else they need sleep, the poor dears. They need sleep. Sleep. Now, I want each of you to concentrate. Concentrate. Just look at me and concentrate. Yes. Each of you, decide which wife you want to be for tonight while they sleep, which wife making the other feel as blissful as your own wives feel right now after spending the day in each other's arms and pussies. Think about it, then tell me. Then while you're down here being their replacements, they can be upstairs getting some real sleep in each other's arms, maybe even in each other's pussies too if they still feel like it. Maybe you two also, later on. You'll all four know a lot more about how to enjoy each other by the end of this weekend." xix Hank didn't understand it at all at first, so I had to spell it out for him. "What good is it going with a fraternity boy," I asked him, "if there's the whole fraternity there ready to provide a standard of comparison and the boy I'm dating won't even let me use it? What's he afraid I'll find out?" So I made him set me up in his room and then keep them lined up outside my door all night. By morning I could tell him I'd be happy to accept his pin, because he was almost as good as most them, and better than some, but mainly because he was so sweet about helping me satisfy my needs! xx. "Of course, if you want to. Here, just do it, I'm ready. That's it. Does it feel good? Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, here! That's it! Ahhhh! Now you won't want to patronize any of those other telephone SPAM numbers ever again will you? Oh! Unh!! Unhh! Unhhh! Unhhhh! UNHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh! That was wonderful. Again? Whatever you say, lover! But now it's your turn! This time, you bend over for me!" xxi. "Oh, you're so scrumptious! You're such a love! Here, let me give you a big kiss right now, you sweetie! I don't know if any husband could ever be more considerate, letting me spend all of last night over at Bill and Joanie's to relieve my...uh...stress because your mean old thing doesn't ever get hard any more. I know you didn't want me to go, and that you agreed only after I pleaded with you, and only out of love for me. I love you too, though not the same way exactly, not any longer, sweetheart. And here you are sitting up waiting for me. Well, let me tell you what happened." "For one thing, I can tell you right now that Bill's cock hardly ever gets soft! He even managed to push it into my ass, after maybe three complete round trips into my pussy! What a shame I never let you stick yours into me there while you still could, a smaller prick would have been so much easier on me. It happened so quickly, too -- I was tangled in bedsheets from one of our previous fucks, who knows which, God was he horny! and I was exhausted, I couldn't move a muscle. I told him that, and he laughed, and then slathered stuff on himself and slipped into my rear end as easy as if he were sliding into my mouth. God, I felt full, so full I couldn't help but push myself back at him. Then he started pumping my ass and finger fucking my pussy both at once, and then there was no stopping either of us! It was a lot better than earlier with Joanie and that huge dildo she used to loosen me up!" "But I want you to come with me tonight, so you can know too how good it feels to have a stiff cock pumping deep into your ass. Bill thought your mouth and throat might fit him too if you opened real wide, and I think it will. And you're certainly entitled to suck up any sloppy seconds you can manage, I think. You *are* my husband, after all, and it does seem unfair that Bill gets to do all of our holes when you don't get at any of them. And I don't care, I'm going to give Joanie back the rest of the pills she gave me to soften you up until you'd agree to let him fuck me. Then in a week or so when you can stiffen your cock again, we can all do each other. I bet we can even have that orgy I wanted last month when you didn't!" xxii. "You're right! I'm sewing you into this corset and brassiere because I'll want to know you're wearing them every moment you're out of my sight. Especially when you're at work. Then if you still want to take those cute little secretaries to those long lunches at the Starlight Motel, you'll have to explain to them how come you're dressed the way you are, and I'll have the satisfaction of knowing they think you're queer." "They'll think you're queer anyhow, of course. That lipstick I put on you is permanent, hon. It won't wipe off before you get back to your office. And by then everyone will want to see it. You see, I phoned Darlene to be sure to compliment you for deciding finally to come out of the closet because your new boy friend wants everyone to know you wear lipstick when you suck his cock. I told her to be sure everyone at the office knows, so they can congratulate you too. I doubt many girls will be accepting luncheon invitations from you from now on. Of course you may hear from some of the boys, but that I won't mind at all!" xxiii. "Yes, Tony, I'd love to go to the Harvest Moon Ball with you again. But this time I need to ask you something very special. A little favor? It's this. Would you mind terribly if I go as the guy this time? I mean, I really look great wearing my brother's tux, you know? I wore it a few times this summer while you were out of town, you know? And his sports jackets and other stuff too, trying out different things? You didn't know? We really need to talk. Anyhow, I'll want the girls to think I'm a pretty smooth guy when I first come on to them at the Ball. Don't worry hon, we're still going steady, I mean to try my luck only with the girls there, not with the other guys." "But if I go as the guy, what that means is, you'll have to go as the girl. As my date, you see? Don't worry, it's no big deal, I'll fix you up just fine, no one'll hardly know, you'll look just great! And there'll be lots of guys there, so you're sure to have a pretty good time too. Who knows, maybe we'll both luck out, you never know! And something else. You're already my special fella, right? Well, you are! Would I ask anyone else to do this for me? But lover, maybe if you look really beautiful, when we get you dolled up in a really beautiful ball gown and makeup and all, maybe I'll be able to think you're my special girl too! You never know. Then you can have me both ways, you'll never need to share me with anyone. If you love me the way you say, Tony, you'll do this for me, and you won't give it another thought. xxiv. "Charlie, you been working on your forehand? Great game! Yeah, I saw in the showers, you're right about those scratch marks, all over your back and shoulders, can't miss 'em, they're gonna be a real bitch to explain to your wife! That secretary of yours is really something I guess, a kitten behind her desk and a tiger in bed. I'll be glad to help you out, Charlie, I really will. You want me to back you up, tell your wife you got scratched when you went through a glass partition while we were horsing around, that's what I'll do. You got it!" "But it won't work, old buddy. Last week I had a great old time with that same tiger-kitten of a secretary myself. Jesus, talk about hot? She never quits, does she? I'd of warned you about her, but you're married, right, so how should I know you were gonna get it on with her? Anyhow, when your wife saw those same scratch marks on my back she wanted to know who the hell made them, and I told her straight out, hell, she isn't my wife. Well, she got so mad at me she threw me right out of your bed and all the way out of your house! So when she sees them on you, she's gonna know right off where you been, old buddy. You're really up the creek! But if you really want me to throw you through a glass partition, there's one right there, and I'm up for it. So it's your move!" xxv. "You're cute, Jeff. You really are! For months you keep telling me how glad I should be to see you, and I keep telling you to go away, that you're annoying me. But do you listen? You never listen. There you are, the world's greatest stud, you think, and I should feel grateful that you want to move in with me!" "Well, stud, now you've got your wish. Here you are. I'll look in on you every day to see that your water bowl is filled and to hose down your cage. If you behave and you're properly respectful whenever I come down, and you're on your knees with your forehead on the floor and all, I'll put something in your food bowl too, and that's a promise. Then maybe in a month we can talk about what you can do for me, and for any guests I might want to bring down here to look at you. I'll want them to see for themselves how eager you are to please me. If you're eager to please them too, and they're satisfied, no complaints, maybe in six months or a year I'll let you back into the main house, so you can please us there, and maybe even get to sleep in a bed again sometimes. But that's up to you. I've got to go to work now, so think it over! I'll leave the light on this one time, so you can look around and get used to things." xxvi. "Oh, darling, no married couple can ever possibly be as happy as we're going to be. We'll be lovers and sisters and best friends all rolled into one, the very dearest of best friends. I'm so happy you're going to quit your dull old engineering work and take that job as my receptionist, because now youll be able to spend all your time thinking about how to look pretty for me, and you can wear lots of my clothes to work, and we can get rid of all your old things. We'll share every moment of our lives, all our dreams and desires, our most intimate secrets, everything! Even our girlfriends and boy friends, once your special hypnotherapy sessions finally persuade you that underneath, you're not my boyfriend but my bisexual girlfriend, the same way I'm yours. xxvii. "We were in the same math class, and every morning she wore a different sweater and a tighter skirt, but there was that same dark wavy hair, and those same black eyes looking straight into me. God, she was just beautiful! When she sat down, I swear the seat kissed her ass. I sure wanted to. Then there were those tits, floating suspended in mid-air, held up by the curves of her body. I could never say anything in that class -- there was always a lump in my throat. And I couldn't volunteer to do problems on the board, either, because I always had a boner. And I'm a math major, I know that stuff cold!" "Well, one day she got back a low grade on a quiz, and I saw my chance. I hung back until everyone else was gone, and then I got up enough nerve to ask her if she needed help. You know what she did? She glanced over at me, and then down at my crotch, and then back up at me, and she said, 'Sure. I've been watching you, sport! You want to help me, OK, but I pay you off in advance! So just take it out right now, that bulge in your pants, and lie down on the floor, right there. Quick, no hesitation! That's it. Now, you choose, do I sit on your cock or your face? Just say which, quick. This offer will expire in ten seconds!' Then she gathered up her books, and she looked down at me, and she smiled, and she just waited, and I tried desperately to clear my throat." xxviii. "Yes, dear, I heard you, listened to it all, standing here naked and a little bit chilly I might add. But I really need a shower now, with all this cum drying on my skin. So you just listen, I'll be brief. Yes, you came home from that trip early and found your faithful wife in your very own bed with one guy in her cunt and another in her ass, and their money on the bureau. Yes, I'm a whore, I really am, a professional, and I love the work and I've been doing it for years, whenever you've gone out of town, and I've got no apologies. And yes, I understand how you got so worked up when you saw me wriggling those two guys deeper into me, you got so angry that you accidentally shot your load all over the bedroom door while you stood there watching us. I know how that is, I've had lots of tricks get off watching me fuck other guys. And I appreciate how now you feel you've been cheated, deceived, and you want to teach me a lesson, make me an example, by putting me out on the street to earn my keep while you keep all the money I earn!" "Well, you need to know dear, what's on the bureau, that money, that's not my money at all. Not even our money. That's Syndicate money. I'm on annual contract, salary and fringes, medical plan, retirement benefits, stock options, the whole package, as long as I meet my quotas and maintain my hourly earnings. So in effect what you've just done is volunteered to pimp for me. Here's my cellular phone number, and my beeper number, you'll need them. I can handle two more Johns this afternoon, and you'll need to book me four more for tomorrow, so you better get out there right now and start hustling. Or else tomorrow I'm afraid I'll be looking for a new husband as well as a new pimp." "You see, this place is wired, my boss heard everything you just said. How else do you think he knows I'm one of his best whores? He doesn't like hearing his girls intimidated, even by their own husbands. Here, he wants to talk to you now, Curt's his name, he's the regional director. He wants to motivate you to be one of the best pimps he's got, now that you know all about me and I can go full-time. So take the phone, and you'd better listen real good to what he tells you!" xxix. "You sweety! Offering me your husband to keep me company while you're off on your business trip, because you know I'll miss you? What a darling! Of course he'd try to get into my pants whether or not you arranged it -- he always does try. But this time you'll be away for weeks! And sweetheart, I don't want him. I don't want anyone else, now that we've found each other. Just you, my precious angel, I want you!" "So what I've done is this. I've already had your hubby picked up by a guy I know who'll take good care of him the whole time you're gone. He's probably already chained up and begun his training. It's pretty severe, but my guy is real good at what he'll do to your guy. It doesn't matter that your hubby isn't gay now, he will be after my guy finishes with him, trust me. Inside a week, two at the outside, your hubby is going to be afraid to go near any woman for the rest of his life. He'll be afraid to do anything with anyone except suck cock and get his ass humped. He won't have the balls, you see. He'll be useless to you from now on, believe you me. Unless you enjoy watching a man make love to another man, or to a dildo bigger even than the one you sometimes strap on to use on me? But once he's trained and busy with his new friends, by the time you get back, we'll have lots of time to cuddle up to each other, because there'll be no more worry he might find out about us. He'll never come between us again! xxx. "Bobbie, just look at your room! Panties and bras and blouses and makeup all over the floor, and yesterday's clean laundry still not put away! That's terrible! If you can't learn to be a proper girl and keep your things neat and tidy, I'm going to send you to school in your boy clothes again, and tell everybody that's what you really are. Then we'll see if all those guys you've been dating will want to have anything more to do with you!" end Teasers 1/2 Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /