Message-ID: <13491eli$9807300152@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {FriarDave}JDR"Jealousy 2"( MF best )[2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <6pmdjq$1d5$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. The enjoyment of these reposts can be increased by reading the "Coming Attractions," which includes the titles to be reposted in the next week. These stories have not been written by the person posting them. Many of those e-mail addresses below the author's byline still work. If you liked the story, either drop the author a line at that e-mail address or post a comment to alt.sex.stories.d. Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way to encourage them to continue entertaining you. The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ======== JEALOUSY by Friar Dave (copyright 1995) friar_dave@mhbbs.com Part 2 "About...10 years ago." Which would have made her 17 at the time of the barnyard romps. "Why?" She snorted. "Why? Because I wanted things, pretty things, and I..." She shrugged. My eyes followed the jiggling of her tits for a moment. "I have no regrets, though. How'd you like them?" "I was surprised," I said. "I never really got too much out of the idea of watching a woman with a dog or any other animals, really. I bought them because I thought I recognized your face." "What surprised you?" "That it aroused me so much watching you orgasm like that, over and over, with the dogs and the horse and all. You weren't faking, were you?" She shook her head. "I wanted to do it, but at first I was a little inhibited about doing it in front of a camera. Especially with animals." She paused. "So they gave me some pills that made me -- more relaxed about things. Anyhow, I'd like to see the tapes." After a few seconds, I remembered to close my mouth. "You're kidding. You never saw them?" She shook her head, her mouth filled with wine. "I was underage to see such things. The law wouldn't want me to lose my innocence by seeing such things. Can I see them?" I took a deep breath. "Sure. I'll give them to you." "No -- I want to see them with you, see how you react seeing me with a dog. And men." There was a clear challenge in her tone and posture. She refilled her glass -- nearly emptying the bottle in the process -- put her feet up on the coffee table and took a sip, watching me over the rim of the glass. Her eyes were huge and liquid brown and knowing. She lowered the glass. "Well?" She smoothed the calf-length plaid skirt, accentuating the length and shapeliness of those fine legs. "Now?" "Why not?" "Do you always answer a question with another question?" "Do I?" Game, set and match. With more than a little unease, I rose and loaded the first tape into the VCR, then sat on the couch a foot or so from Inez, maintaining what had become her comfort zone around me. But as the crude titles flashed, she glanced at me. "Why are you all the way over there? Come closer." By the time young Inez on the screen was at the center of a swarm of men, her breathing was shallower and her nipples were clearly swollen inside the burgundy leotard. When screen Inez was being fucked by the second helper, the genuine article on the couch with me was twisting her hands in her lap and shifting from side to side. And then the first dog was fucking his knot into her. "This is really hot!" she breathed. She grabbed my hand and used it to pull her shirt to her thighs, then jammed my knuckles against the soaked crotch of her leotard. She ground her pussy against my hand, moaning softly. "Oh, yes, I remember how it filled me..." "Wait'll you see the Great Dane," I muttered. My cock was as stiff as a piece of iron. Watching her younger self with the ram seemed to take some of the edge off for her, but when she saw the Great Dane hunching his massive hindquarters, she fumbled the snaps open at her crotch and dragged her panties out of the way. "Put your fingers in me!" she hissed, forcing my hand against her wet crotch -- not that I put up any resistance. I extended two fingers and they slid into her pussy. She was a steamy, swampy morass inside. "He was so huge!" I reached over to tweak her nipples through the leotard. She shivered. "Fuck me," she said softly, urgently. "Fuck me hard. I need to be fucked." I looked at her, a bit surprised. Not that Inez never used such language -- it was rare, but she did when the situation merited it, such as in discussing the job market or Rush Limbaugh's relationship to accuracy -- but her tone was different. So was her face, especially her eyes. She seemed utterly consumed by lust, as if another Inez had emerged from some inner hibernation. "Come on, fuck me, give it to me -- ream me out!" She said, her voice hoarse and her tone throaty. She pulled my hand from between her legs, drew her knees up to her chest and stripped off her panties. She sat her heels on the edge of the couch cushion on either side of her hips and thrust forward with her cunt. "Give it to me, you fucker!" Her eyes never left the screen, where young Inez had her legs up and over the Dane's back, holding on for dear life as the huge beast shagged madly into her. She grabbed my hand by the wrist and thrust it frantically against her cunt. I easily slipped a third finger into her slick, hungry pussy. "More! Give -- me -- MORE!" She moaned and jerked when my pinky slid into her open pussy. Holding my forearm in both her hands, she jerked my fingers back and forth in her cunt as if she was holding a dildo. "More...more...more..." On the screen, the overheated young woman lay back, arms wide to each side, head bobbing and shaking loosely while her hips shook in time with the thrusts from big dog. On the sofa, the overheated young woman was jabbing my hand in her crotch and ramming her cunt with my fingers. "MORE!" More? Inez had a very petite frame, and it simply didn't seem possible. On the other hand -- so to speak -- the young Inez on the screen was taking a dick as thick as her arm and loving it. "Give...it...to...me!" she grunted. I folded my thumb across my palm and watched in astonishment as she drove my hand slowly into her cunt. It was difficult getting the wide base of my hand past her pubic bones, but she kept pushing her twat forward while driving my hand inward. I used my free hand to pull her pussy lips clear, and I watched and felt my hand slide wrist-deep into her molten pussy. "Yessss..." She began bucking her hips, fucking my hand inside her cunt and arching her pelvis downward to rub her clitoris against the side of my wrist. "Fuck it -- fuck it -- fuck it -- " On the screen, young Inez was screaming and cumming abundantly beneath the almost motionless dog: tie time. On the sofa, Inez was softly howling and cumming abundantly. And when Screen Inez had finally taken all of the dog's hot and copious jism and seemed sated for the moment, Sofa Inez was far from finished, now pounding my hand into her. I was worried about hurting her. She wasn't worried about anything. While the Energizer Bunny might have kept going...and going...and going, this sexy South American bunny kept cumming...and cumming...and cumming. "I want to suck your cock, swallow your cum, make you cum in my mouth, drink you down..." The thought had a lot of appeal. However, given that I was somewhat less well-endowed than the Great Dane, getting my cock to the level of her mouth simply wasn't feasible while my hand was buried in her snatch. I pointed out this logistical dilemma to her. "Don't care -- gotta swallow it, taste it." She pulled my hand back through the tightest part of her cunt. Her eyes rolled upward in their sockets, showing the whites. With a flick of her foot, she pushed the coffee table on its casters back from the sofa, then crouched in front of me. She unzipped me, pulled out my dick and promptly sucked it to the back of her mouth. While the screen behind her shifted to a shot of her on her hands and knees, presenting to a donkey who was being ably assisted by a chunky brunette, Inez gobbled my prick noisily, slurping and sucking very, very hard. But Inez was not content, not by a long shot. She groped behind her back with one hand until her fingers found the empty wine bottle. She set it on its base on the floor between her legs and lowered her pussy onto it. She took the neck into her cunt and started rolling her hips -- all the time sucking away at my dick -- and gradually drove the bottle into her pussy all the way to the top of the main label. The deeper she took the bottle, the deeper she seemed to hunger for my cock in her throat. Her head went lower and lower and then my glans was jammed through the constriction at the back of her throat and into her gullet. She was groaning and the vibrations were doing nothing to calm the bubbling in my nuts. Inez started bobbing her head and hips simultaneously, backing my cock out of her throat until only the knob was in her mouth as she raised her hips till maybe half the bottle's neck was still in her pussy. Then she'd drive her mouth back down on my cock until her nose was buried in my pubic hair while forcing her cunt down around the bottle. And none of this was happening slowly. She was bouncing on that bottle and bobbing on my cock. And cumming. "Oh, shit," I moaned, and my balls lurched. She held my pricktip in her mouth and vacuumed the cum up out of my balls. I spurted long and hard and then again, and Inez swallowed and sucked for more. The more I came, the crazier she seemed to get and the more of the bottle she absorbed into her vagina. By the time I was dried out, the top of the "Chateauneuf de Pape" identification was hidden inside her still hungry cunt. She wasn't done with my dick, though, and kept sucking as urgently as before, her tongue moving against the underside of my cock and making me want to scream with that familiar post-ejaculation hypersensitivity. I just couldn't give any more or take any more. "Enough," I gasped. Her eyes suddenly focused, and her mouth work halted. She let my limp dick ooze out of her mouth -- and stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as she came yet again. This time, though, she'd had enough and slowly dislodged the bottle from her twat. It came out with a little pussy fart and a slurp. She set the bottle out of the way and sat heavily on the floor, knees pulled up with her arms around them. She panted rapidly for a few moments. So did I. Neither of us spoke audibly, but our eyes were in alignment. "Geez, am I sore!" she remarked, climbing unsteadily to her feet. Her knees visibly wobbled. She placed a throw pillow on the sofa and sat carefully next to me. She took my hand in both of hers and examined it. "I can't believe I did that." "Me neither. Especially when you grabbed my forearm and started using my hand like a dildo." "Hmmmm. How'd you like it?" "It was an amazing turn on." "Really..." She seemed to be pondering that. "And you couldn't get enough into your sweet pussy to scratch the itch, either." She seemed to be thinking about something as she distantly said, "So I guess you know, now." "I'm not sure." I suspected, though. "Danny, I really like you, and I really like your company and going places and doing things with you." "You just don't find me attractive." "No! That's not it -- " I stood. "Hey, my ego can handle the hit. Would you like some more wine?" She giggled and blushed. "Not the same bottle?" I shook my head. "I have a lovely Riesling." "Please." I went into the kitchen. A moment later, she stood in the doorway, watching as I uncorked the bottle and took down a pair of glasses. "I do find you attractive. It's just that -- well, now that you know about me, how can you respect me? How could you treat me?" I stared her in the eyes for a moment. "The same, but with more touching...I hope." Her eyes became wet. "No," she said. "No, you couldn't. You couldn't kiss me without knowing what had been in my mouth. You couldn't put it in me without remembering the dogs and goat and donkey. And yet you couldn't be with me without thinking how so many months passed when I would not do with you what I would do with animals." I poured some wine and tried to smile gently. "Of course I could, Inez. That was a long time ago." I handed her a glass. She sniffed it, swirled it expertly and took a sip, aspirating the wine against her palate. "This is lovely," she said. She abruptly upended the glass and drained the wine. "Danny, you're wrong." "No, I know myself and -- " "Not that. About the time. It wasn't a long time ago." "But you said it was 10 years ago." "For the film, yes. But I haven't stopped. I still do it, every chance I get." The numbness started in my belly. "Men always get possessive and demanding, wanting to trade attention or favors or companionship for sex, then acting like they own me. But the animals put no conditions on their affections. I prefer it -- I enjoy it more than I've ever enjoyed any man...or woman. I can just let go and indulge myself. I love the feeling when a big dog gets his knot in me and starts swelling and squirting. Nothing has ever given me as much pure, hedonistic pleasure -- and with no strings, no worries." Her nipples were hard inside the leotard. "I don't need men -- or women -- for sex, Danny. And that's why we can't see each other again. Because I know what you'd be feeling every time we were together." She put her glass on the counter. "I'm sorry it has to be this way." She looked truly sad. "Tell me one thing?" I nodded mutely. "What do you feel?" I took a deep breath and moistened my dry lips. "Jealousy." She inclined her head slightly. "Thank you for being honest. Good- bye." I stood, rooted in the kitchen, as she went into the living room. I heard movements, then the door opening and closing. I slowly raised my glass and sipped the wine. It was, indeed, lovely. And I felt totally detached, numb, as if I were moving in a dream. I went into the living room and locked the door -- and noticed that the tapes were gone. I never saw them -- or her -- again. But I cannot forget what happened that afternoon. And, to my surprise, I still cannot erase the images from those films from my memory. To this day, when I see a pretty girl walking a large dog, I remember what Inez told me and all-too-vividly recall the scenes from the tapes. I become aroused and feel a quick rush of anger. No -- not anger. Jealousy. - end - =============================================================== This is an original story from a caller to The Abbey, part of MHBBS (212-683-1448). Feel free to repost it as is, without editing or changing anything in it, including this tag. 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