Message-ID: <18693eli$9901212150@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan Williams" Subject: {Jan Williams}"The Adventures of Cunnie and Dickie" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19981228223649.12358.qmail@hotmail.com> Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex between men and women. If you think you can't deal with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as defined by the laws in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or fictional is merely a really weird coincidence. The Adventures of Cunnie and Dickie by Jan Williams janwill89@hotmail.com I wonder when he’s going to let me have some fun. I feel so flabby hanging down this way. It's crowded in here too. I liked his other pants better, these jeans are too tight. Ahhh, he’s taking them off, his shorts too. That feels better. Uh oh, my blood pressure’s going up again, he’s up to something. This is better, standing out away from those balls. "Hi, Cunnie. I thought I smelled you, sweet as ever." "Hi, Dickie. I was wondering when you’d be back to see me. I always feel so good when you come in to play with me." "Well, I have to wait on him you know. I really haven't been out anywhere special for days. Do you get out much?" "No. She keeps me cooped up inside all the time, I never get to see anything. I have some other visitors sometimes, but you’re my best friend." "Don’t you ever get out?" "Only a little when I deliver something. But then I’m too busy to see much." "It’s a shame we always have to meet in the dark. I’d like to get a good look at you." "I know. But the best part is the way we feel to each other. I close my eyes when I'm holding you anyway." "I guess you're right. It's our feelings that are the enjoyable part of our visits." "Dickie, do me a favor. See if you can get him to say hello to Clit. She likes him a lot but he seems to sort of ignore her. Just get him to pet her a little, a kiss would be nice." "Did she ask you to get me to do this?" "No. It was my idea. Clit and I are cousins and very close. It sort of warms me up when she's happy." "I'm sorry, I didn't know how you felt about her. Could I do anything to help her?" "I don't think so, not much anyway. She likes you though. You've sort of bumped into her on some of your visits. She likes that. Maybe you could do it more often. You know, just rub against her from time to time when you visit me." "You wouldn't get jealous or anything?" "Of course not. I know it's me you come to see. It's just that it makes me so happy when she's happy. I blossom out and get all slicky inside. It makes me blush too." "Is that what caused that the last time I was here? I thought it was something I did to embarrass you." "Oh no. You didn't embarrass me at all. I really blossomed out that time didn't I. That was the farthest I have ever been out with any of my visitors." "I saw your lips. You're very pretty . . . watch out! He’s ready. Here I come! Ahh . . . You send shivers down me when you rub my head and my bottom side like that. I like that." "I like to do it. If you only knew how it felt to me when my lips closed around you and you slid into me. Oh, kiss me deeper, that's heavenly. She's letting me play around more. One of her visitors talked her into letting me hug him, really tight too. Maybe she'll let me hug you." "I'd like that. Maybe she'll do it now; he's getting ready to let me come all the way in. I don't know why he keeps me standing on the porch with just my head in the door for so long. Ahh, that feels better. It's nice and warm inside. Boy, he really shoved me through the door. I didn't push you too hard did I?" "No, I like the way you push me around, so manly. I need to be straightened out from time to time. And you really know how to straighten a girl out, from one end to the other. Ahh. . . . That's it, fill me, wiggle around a little. Go back and come in again. I like to feel myself flow around you, cover your body with mine." "Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to bump your nose like that." "That’s all right. It gets bumped a lot now. One of my new visitors is sort of rude. He’s real tall and he bumps it a lot." "Well, it’s sort of hard to avoid, being in the dark like this." "That's another reason I like for cousin Clit to be happy. She helps me move my nose back out of the way a little." "You do such a nice job of massaging me. It makes me feel all giddy." "Ohh, I think you'll like this. She's going to let me hug you." "Yeah, that's really nice. Keep it up. Hold me tight." "You're welcome, you couldn't like it any more than I do. Ouu, push back against me, throb a little." "I told him about your cousin Clit. I think he's going to stop by." "Oh, he just did. She's so excited to meet him. He's really getting friendly." "I brought you a present." "I'd like that. Is there a lot of it?" "I think so. He packed it while I was asleep so I didn't see it, but I know he's been saving it up. He's going to let me give it to you in a minute or so." "Cousin Clit's so worked up over meeting him, she's asked me to give you some hugs to thank you. She's got everybody shaking and breathing hard." "I wish you would hug me more often. It really feels nice." "Like I said, It's my pleasure. You can't imagine how good it feels to me to hold you tight like this." "Here comes your present. Boy, I really feel good when I give you these presents." "Well, they say it's better to give than to receive. I'll let you in on a secrete though, not when you're fucking. Hey, there's something else too. What are they?" "Oh. I forgot. I think they're some seeds to plant in your cousin Uter's garden. Well, bye. It looks like I've got to be going." "Bye, thanks for the presents." "Don't thank me. I just delivered them." The End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----