Message-ID: <1480eli$9706161125@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: "La Amadora" Subject: (<500 words) Repost: "The Orgy" by kollontai This too was deleted from the list of submitted stories. love, kollontai "The Orgy" by kollontai He walked out the door, disheveled and distraught, slightly destroyed. He'd been fucking continuously since ten, and it was one in the morning now. He breathed in the cold air that swirled through the dampness of an on-and-off drizzle and struggled to the car. Oh, he had come but now he felt not satiated but restless and searching. There was no more blood in his penis but it felt increasingly as if there was no more blood left in his body. He was emasculated and trembling, tossing himself into the car and driving home. Old college friends. They'd had orgies since those days and he'd attended faithfully, finding pleasure and an enjoyable release. Suddenly, the fun and enjoyment was gone and he felt like a devoid shell. He'd made love from the other side now and sought something more. He felt dirty. Sex never made him feel dirty, but he felt it now. Although he'd worn condoms and wiped himself clean, he felt tainted and diseased, like the fluids of the women he'd fucked that night were eating away at him, like they were repulsive and he was too. He needed a shower. He needed soap and water and to throw away these clothes. The highway was deserted at this late hour and it was only sporadically that a pair of headlights would gleam quickly by him. He hoped the anonymous passengers felt better than him. He felt anonymous, like he'd just screwed a bunch of disgusting anonymous women and he was another like them. A whore. Suddenly he broke into a salvo of coughing, again, and again. He thought it was his flu returning but he couldn't control the car anymore, there were tears in his eyes and he pulled to the side of the road. He was doubled over and nauseous. He was dying somewhere and then it was over, and he returned to traffic. He came home at last, took a shower, washed all over but couldn't erase the taint, the loofah burning rough into his skin, pain surrounding him all around. He fell into bed and tried to erase himself in the chafing sheets, dreaming wild sex-dreams that brought no satisfaction, all wide-open cunts spread before him that could not grasp his cock deep inside them, come-dripping bodies taken by so many yet which he could not taste. Cocks he could not suck, men who would not take him, efforts too casual, too easily passed by and forgotten. A life of nameless encounters, forgotten faces and lost friends. She forgave all, swore to forget, but he did not and he fell sobbing into her arms as he penetrated her, and as he came the tears burst forth from him, and as she exploded and cradled him deep his tears covered her breasts like his mouth and he cleaned her of his come, licked her clean, purified her, and she lifted him to her face, kissed him, wiped away his tears, and he was claimed and finally safe. --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.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> /