Message-ID: <5701eli$9711191346@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Senor Rojo Subject: XYZ Comes Yet Again - DRAFT (asian, m/ff, bdsm, weird Chinese drugs) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: ***** Note: This story is being posted in the alt.sex* hierarchy. I'm old enough to be here. Are you? If not, please read no further. Contains stuff that you're not ready for yet. If you are not of consenting age in your country, then you do not have the legal right to (a) read this or (b) be in this newsgroup. Batteries not included. ***** XYZ Comes Yet Again Pt 1 By Senor Rojo This is the sequel to 'XYZ Comes Again' that is available at ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/sr_rojo This is fiction. It's all right to think about this, but if you are taking notes for future action I pity you. Comments are welcome to mailto:senor_rojo@bigfoot.com Part 1 XYZ sat at the table that evening, exhausted at the events of the day. She could not believe the humiliation that she had gone through. Ben would pay, and pay dearly. No more sex! He had exceeded his limit! Her belly hurt. Ugh. The jeans, however, had loosened throughout the day, and actually felt comfortable. Hmm. Not the best way to break in jeans, but.... XYZ flopped down on the sofa with a heavy _thud_. "Ugh....aaaah!" She immediately realized her mistake! The pleasure spheres, as if trapped in her belly, reverberated through her being, clanging like pots and pans! Ayah! She must get rid of them before that worthless gwailao boyfriend of hers returned home! She stripped the sweat encrusted jeans from her body, the panties sticking to the damp denim. Reaching into herself, she gasped as first the heavy little ball, and then the big one bounced on the rug. She quickly went to the bathroom; cleansed the spheres, and replaced them in her mother's chest. She was just coming back from the bathroom when her new roomate, Su Lin unlocked the door. XYZ groaned as Su Lin gasped in surprise. (Why are you naked down there, Miss Zhang?) (NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!) XYZ shrieked. This was bad enough! This new roomate was probably an informer for the state! The authorities would probably be informed that she was a deviate! Ayah! Unknown to XYZ, Su Lin actually liked her, was attracted to the toughness of the older woman. She wondered if Miss Zhang had ever had experiences with the wind and rain. Some years ago when she was in the girls' high school in Beijing, her older friend made her feel that way. She wondered if she could do the same for Miss Zhang. She wondered if Miss Zhang would like it..... Xian peered at her new roomate, wondering what was going on behind those eyes, under the large student glasses. Su was tall, and very lithe for a peasant from the country. Somehow, she had gotten a scholarship to attend school at Beijing, after scoring very high on her exams. She did come from a good family, and dressed very conservatively. Not like her...well, not like she had dressed since dating that gwailao, Ben.... There was a knock on the door, and then the sound of keys. Oh, no! thought Xian. It was her idiot boyfriend! She quickly found a skirt and wiggled into it, just as the door opened. Ben walked in, looked at the two women staring each other down. "Well, good evening to both of you beautiful ladies." Ben looked at Su Lin, drank in the beauty of this woman, dressed in white jeans, with a sweat shirt, the uniform of a grad student, which is, in fact what she was. Black framed 'student glasses' completed the image of the coy, innocent student that Ben envisioned her as. "Well, Xian and I have some homework to do." With that, Ben took XYZ's hand, led her to her room, almost forgetting the thick accounting books that he was to help her with. It wasn't long afterward that Su could hear sounds coming from Miss Zhang's room....sounds of the wind and rain... there was no keyhole, but she could swear that..... Miss Zhang abruptly came out of her room, flushed, and headed to the bathroom, not closing the door; started to run water in the sink. Su pretended to wake up, walked into the bathroom as XYZ was turning around, reaching for a towel. XYZ's hand darted out for the towel, instead pushing on one of Su's little breasts. "Ooooh." Su gasped. "Miss Zhang, what...?" Su turned deep red, gasping. "I...no...what?" XYZ was flabbergasted. She did not know what to say...or what she _could_ say. Now she would be reported for sure! Su Lin's hands came up to grab XYZ's hands, "Ah....Miss Zhang....what are you doing...?" XYZ could not control her roomate, her hands forcing hers to rub. "Ah.....Miss Lin.....I....well...." "Don't stop. I want to know the wind and rain like you, Miss Zhang. I am jealous, as I never did this....." "I...well...." XYZ couldn't stop, she was trapped in the moment. (I....can't...you're a....) XYZ reverted to the language of the Mainland, trying to be officious. She couldn't deny, however, that she was also being turned on by all of this, the flush of their bodies intoxicating her. Ben abruptly came out of the room, wearing nothing but boxers; stared at the two women. He smiled at their obvious discomfort of the situation. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" XYZ was very fond of shrieking. Su Lin flinched, backing into the towel rack. "AYA!! Miss Zhang! Don't yell like that. You scared me. Ben, you...." Su trailed off, her face flushing with embarrassment upon seeing Ben's naked body... "Weeeell, I can see that you two ladies are quite busy, so I think that I should exit now...." "NO!! This is not what you think it is, you...." XYZ trailed off, as Su pulled at her wrists, dragging her out of the bathroom. Su backed right into Ben, who wrapped his arms around her, tentatively pinching at her little nipples. Ben brushed his lips against her ear. "So, little Su, you would like to know of the wind and rain, eh? Perhaps I should let you in on a little secret that my little morning bird has.....but you would have to trust me." Su looked up into Ben's face, wondering what was going on behind those blue eyes of his, before darting into her own room, confused. ++++++ Su awoke in darkness, the darkness that Ben had promised her. She couldn't see, couldn't move, and there was tightness all over her body. She could feel the tightness of the belt that she knew was binding her to Miss Zhang. She felt her shoulders stretched; she knew that Ben had their hands bound above their heads and together, and that she would learn Miss Zhang's secret this night. She heard a voice in her ear. "Sue, I bought you your own pleasure spheres. Nod yes if you would like them inside you. I know that you'll like what happens." Su nodded vigorously, and slowly spread her legs as two objects were put into her. Then, she felt her ankles being bound, as she knew that they would be. She could feel a body writhing against hers, she could smell the pungent smell of another woman. She could feel her nipples being tickled by another pair not her own, that were rapidly becoming hardening points that pleasured her because she knew that they were Miss Zhang's. She could feel their bodies becoming slippery. Ayah! Suddenly there was the rough, but wet feeling of a finger on her bud. She could feel warmth and wetness there as the sensation stopped, abruptly replaced by a fullness that she had never felt before, as something else, very thick and long, was being put inside her. She wondered if this was also happening to Miss Zhang. She could hear a sound, coming now, close to her ears. It was Ben. "Little Sue, I changed the plan. I didn't tell you everything that happened to Miss Zhang, however, I think that you'll like what happens, in the end. I think that you will learn to _come again_. Suddenly, her mouth was covered, and something was put in her ears. She could hear Ben's voice from the ear beads. "Beautiful little Su. _Come again_." Hands squeezed at her nipples. "Come again." Hands travelled across her back, caressing.... "Come again." One finger trailed along her backside, swirling heat in its wake.... "Come again." Su shivered, as the finger, covered in juices not her own, passed over one hole to rub her tiny bud. "COME AGAIN." The voice became louder, as her bud _burned_! "COME AGAIN." The finger ascended to her smaller hole, and _plunged in_. "COME AGAIN." Ayah! The finger burned in her hole...and withdrew. *COME AGAIN.* Something else was jammed in her smaller hole, slippery with oil, a burning sensation like ice inside her. *COME AGAIN.* **KLIK!!** Ayah!!! The rods inside her hummed to life!! The body under her shivered and squirmed, her nipples hardening as she gasped into the gag. *COME AGAIN.* *COME AGAIN.* The spheres clanged within her! *COME AGAIN.* The rods beating the spheres, getting louder, the blackness turning red with heat! *COME AGAIN.* Her head swimming, the world spinning! **COME AGAIN.** The voice getting louder! Everything getting louder! **COME AGAIN.** **COME AGAIN.** ++++++ Ben smiled, putting up the Lion Oil, watching the girls squirm on the bed. Taking up the ropes that he had tied around their ankles, he tied them both together, stretching their long legs taut against the bedpost. Seeing those two backsides filled and vibrating, those two bodies sliding with and against each other in a sexual tide almost tempted him to join in. He knew that they wouldn't see him turn off the light; and couldn't possibly know that they would be this way for the next six hours. They both flinched as he squeezed their tits, wiggled with renewed vigor at the new stimulus. Ben smiled, and shut the door on the faintly mewing women to catch some sleep on the sofa outside. End of Part I ***** This story and my other ones are available at ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/sr_rojo/ This story may not be distributed without my express permission, except to public, unrestricted access sites such as this one. These stories are approved to be posted to usenet as long as this tagline remains intact. 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