Message-ID: <19579eli$9902020429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: kellis Subject: {Kellis} "Hidden Journal: Party with Bimbos" ( MFMff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 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: Hidden Journal: Party with Bimbos NOTICE: The following file is one of an ongoing series, transcriptions of files decrypted from the hidden journal of Harrison Everett Stone. For a summary of their provenance see the initial file, D910412.ZEN, included in the release, "Hidden Journal: First Files." --Kellis. Copyright 1999 File D9104302.ZEN "Look at that." Harv tapped my arm. I turned away from the execution monitor in annoyance. He was looking off to my left where Tommy, David and Laura were recovering a program deck that somebody -- probably Tommy, the clumsy one -- had dropped. The cooling fans were noisy; no one else had heard him. Then I saw what he wanted me to see. Laura was kneeling with her butt toward us, picking up the last few cards. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing the lower half of bare cheeks. The dark recess of her anus and the red slit of her hairless vagina were clearly visible. She was wearing no panties. Harv said speculatively, "Wonder who she shaves it for." I remembered that she hadn't quite answered that question for me either. "Something must've happened." He grinned. "Maybe she pissed herself." Harv is married with four kids, one of them a teenage girl. I said, "Maybe her period started unexpectedly." That sobered him. No man with a family can fail to sympathize with a woman caught unexpectedly in that manner. I took a listing and walked among the retrievers. "Laura, come over here and explain this to me," I ordered. She extended a hand and I helped her up. She followed me to a spot apart from the others. An eyebrow cocked quizzically. "What happened to your panties?" I asked quietly. "That damned Jack!" she retorted. Her eyes widened. "You saw me just now?" When I nodded she added, "Who else?" "Harv. He wonders why you shave it." "Damn! What'll I tell him?" "Nothing. He thinks your period took you by surprise. Did Jack steal them?" "No. He soaked them at lunch." "In his office?" "Where else?" "Good god, Laura! Can't you say no?" She only stared at me expressionlessly. "Why don't you take the afternoon off?" She tilted her head toward the bulletin board. "You wanted us all for Tommy's code review." "If you stick around now, Harv'll know it's not your period." "So?" "So it could get embarrassing." "For whom?" I shook my head. "I excuse you from the review." She looked at Harv, back at me. "All right. Maybe you're right. Thank you." Harv was curious. I told him yes, it was her period. If Jack and she keep this up, neither will be around much longer. It's incredible that Jack will take such risks. Does he to get caught? My phone rang at 09:30. Doris was cooking us breakfast, as she sometimes does on Sunday morning. It was Laura. "Are you alone?" she asked. "No." "Girl friend?" I growled, "It's not Jack, if that's what's worrying you." Doris called from the kitchen, "Is that my mom?" Laura heard her. "It your girl friend!" "No!" I replied to Doris, raising my voice. "It's somebody from the lab." In a quieter tone I asked Laura, "What do you need?" "Jack wants to talk to you." "That can wait till Monday." "Not the way wants to talk." "Where?" "At his place. Do you know the Bijou Theater on Walker?" "Yes." "It's 13B in the apartment building that butts against the Bijou. It's nothing to find." "I'll be a couple hours." "When?" "Noonish." "I'll tell him. Does she French as well as I?" I took a breath. "She lacks your experience." "Are you sure?" Doris sucking a thousand dicks? "Yes, I'm sure. I'll be there." Though in fact, Doris does do it better, at least with better consistency. She's had a good teacher: me. When I returned to the kitchen, she grinned at me. "Who lacks experience?" "Ah, we were speaking of Laura, a girl in the lab." "Are you going to work?" "'Fraid so, but not till I've eaten this. Smells good!" At the end of the meal she said, "It's just as well. I need to study my presentation this afternoon. If I stayed here you'd keep me in bed." "Oh? Doing what?" Her eyes twinkled. "You want me to say it, don't you?" "Say ?" "If I do, you'll probably pull me down on the rug." "And bruise your knees? Better not say it, then." "I won't." But I could tell she was miffed. She left first. I gave her a send-off kiss at the door but she hesitated when I released her. "I learned that long ago," she announced. "Learned what?" "How not to bruise my knees." "Well, I never wanted you to bruise your knees." "But you do prefer it standing up, don't you?" I thought about it and nodded. "It's good to have a slave." She snorted. "Who you think won't bite you!" She left grinning. As Laura said, it was nothing to find. 13B is on the ground floor, facing on the gravel parking lot. I knocked about 12:30 and she opened the door. Incredibly she was completely nude except for a black ribbon around her neck. She grinned at my expression and said, "Come on in." "How'd you know it was me?" "Saw you out the window." Two doors were in the short hall, marked 13A and 13B. B was open. She led me through it. "You do love to take risks --" I began, then I saw the others. I reached back and closed the door into the hall. Jack Martin lounged on the one couch, naked except for black socks and a wristwatch, legs splayed around two naked women crouched before him, their backs to me, sitting on their heels. The bottoms of their feet were dirty. Bobbing heads, one black, one brown, concealed his midsection. He grinned at me, looked at his wristwatch. "You're late." "Sorry." "We started without you. Take your clothes off and grab a corner." I shook my head. "I don't see a corner. All I see is curves. Who are your friends?" "They friendly!" "Who are they, Laura?" "Just girls. Who they are doesn't matter." "What does matter, then?" "What you can do to them." I shook my head at her. "Laura, you amaze me." She cocked an eyebrow at me quizzically. "What's so amazing?" I didn't answer her. My intellectual analysis of Laura's nymphomania, if that's what it is, was giving way to a hard dick. I'd seldom if ever known women who thought of themselves merely as sex objects. "Do what to them? Jack seems to have their attention." Jack grunted. "Just passing the time, Harry. They already got me. Turn around, girls, and let Harry see you." As they were backing away from him, Laura reached for my belt. "Come on, Harry, let me warm you up." I let her do as she wished, which was to drop my pants. The two cock suckers stood up and faced me expressionlessly. They were short and skinny, nearly no breasts, though the brown-haired one had a bit more with sensitive puffy nipples the same color as a dick's head. Their pubic hair was thin but unshaven. Their faces were wet. The black-haired one had white flecks in her hair and a white streak on her chin. "You do like to wet faces," I observed. Jack shook his head. "I like wet faces, whether I wet 'em or not. Takes half a dozen cocks to do the job right." "Or one Flooder, eh, Laura?" But she had knelt in front of me. Instead of answering she sucked up my half-stander. "Flooder?" Jack wondered. "What do you mean?" "That's what they call a guy who can come in pints." "In pints?" "So I hear. Aren't your friends a bit young?" He looked at me then nodded. "For some things." He laughed. "I wouldn't run 'em for congress... Though they'd hardly do worse than what we've got." Laura released me long enough to add her bit. "Then you could fuck congress instead of having it fuck you." Jack nudged the nether cheek of the brown-haired one. "Want to run for congress, Bimmy?" She cleared her throat. "Whatever you say." "Want to suck his cock?" "If you say so." Laura released me again, turning around to look at them. But Jack was only playing. His foot nudged the black-haired one. "How about you?" "If you want it," she answered promptly. Their eyes were on mine but their faces were blank. Laura looked up at me. "What did I tell you?" I looked past them to Jack. "Laura said you wanted to talk." "That can wait. I want to see you wet their faces, too." "Sorry. I'm no porn star." "They'll make you one. Girls, go for it." They knelt in front of me, taking Laura's place, and began to kiss both sides of my dick. They were close enough then for me to see the tiny red marks, like pin pricks, on their elbows and forearms. Looking past their hips, I could see similar marks on their legs. Laura, standing nearby, noticed my scrutiny. Her eyes sparkled. "Out of the frying pan into the fire?" I asked her softly. She held out a white, unmarked arm. "But not burned!" She circled around behind me. In a moment I felt something against my knees. Just behind me she had scooted the overstuffed chair that matched the couch. I sat down slowly on the edge of it to let the cock suckers follow. One of them had nearly swallowed my dick, the other latched onto my balls. I even felt two fingers in my rectum, rubbing forward. Somebody had told them about the prostate. Briefly I felt its fluid flowing. But I was in no hurry. I liked what these girls were doing but not their reason to do it. Jack stood right behind them, Laura leaning on his shoulder, her tits on his arm. He grinned at me. "How's that feel?" I looked up past the bobbing heads. "Are you their supplier?" "Not directly." "What do you want from me?" "I'll tell you later." "Tell me now." "Funny thing about bimbos. They have ears and a memory. Luckily they have other organs. I'll tell you this: if you throw in with me you'll get all the bimbos you can stand." "Bimmy" he'd called her. Short for bimbo? I put my hand under her chin and raised the head with brown hair off my dick. "Bimmy, are you on the hard stuff?" "You know she is," Jack answered for her. "Look at her arm." Her eyes were dilated, even looking at the light from the window behind me. I had watched closely when she opened them. The pupils had hardly shrunk. "What about it, Bimmy?" Laura's hand snaked down, took my stiff dick and put the head against the girl's mouth. "She needs to be on hard stuff!" The lips parted and half of it disappeared. She had acne on her cheeks, a prominent spot of it to the right of her mouth. To my surprise that sight and its implication sent the first thrill through my belly. But Laura was talking to me. "Lean back," she ordered. When I had done so, she put one leg over chair and occupants and knelt on its padded arms, leaning forward until her pubes were in my face. From the corners of my eyes I could see that she had put her hands on her hips. "You need some more stimulation," she suggested. She was wet but I tasted no semen inside her labia. As I reached up and cupped her breasts, I heard her say over her shoulder, "Now work him fast." Whether needed or not, she was right that it was stimulating. In no time at all my juice spurted. At the first jet I felt the mouth leave, but a hand took its place, careful to stay behind the head. I raced my tongue as fast as I could. Laura shuddered, pulled my hands off her by the wrists and sprang off the chair. The black-haired girl was wiping my last dribbles onto her nose. When she saw my eyes on her, she moved dick to mouth instead, closing on it gently. Fresh seminal fluid decorated both their faces, a large glob in Bimmy's eyelash. She blinked and I could see it form a haze over her enlarged pupil. Apparently it didn't hurt. Or maybe she was past feeling small annoyances. Jack had knelt beside them, probably the better to see my finale. He winked at me and said, "Show us what's in your mouth, Bimmy." She opened wide. I saw several cavities in her teeth and a white swath on her tongue. A line of it drooled from the outthrust tip. "Good show," he remarked. "Now you can swallow." She closed her mouth and her larynx bobbed. He looked around at me again. "See, anything you want. You only need the imagination to think of it. Bimmy, come over here." He resumed his position on the couch, Bimmy hers between his legs. The black-haired girl remained on her haunches between mine, my dick in her mouth. She was looking up at me but she didn't move except to breathe. Her skin was pale, almost sallow. Her hair had parted and I could see more acne on her forehead. Her eyes were very large, the pupils so dilated I couldn't see the color of the iris. Suddenly my gorge rose. I sat up in the chair, took her by the shoulders and pushed her back, gently but firmly. She didn't resist and her face didn't change except for closing her mouth. She fell back on hands extended behind her. I got out of the chair and began to put my clothes on. "Why don't you keep your seat?" Laura wondered. "I've had enough." Jack looked up, eyebrows rising. "That's what think! That kid'll get you going again in no time." " is too right!" I retorted. Buttoning my shirt, I looked down at black-haired girl, still leaning back on her hands, staring straight ahead, a line of fluid connecting chin and chest. My seminal fluid. I said, "How old is she?" Jack shrugged. "Ask !" Her gaze swung up to me. She said flatly, "Fourteen." My chin sagged. I looked from her to Jack. He chuckled. "The younger they are the better they suck." "Do they! How old is yours?" "Sixteen. They're sisters, you know." I pulled up my pants. "You really a son of a bitch, aren't you?" He nodded. "As much as I need to be." "And you," I said to Laura, "the defenseless orphan!" Her eyes glittered. "They're runaways, Harry. Actually, if Jack didn't take care of them they'd probably be lying in a ditch somewhere." "Look at their eyes. They might as well be." I zipped up my fly. I was glad I'd never taken my shoes off. Jack had not moved from the couch and Bimmy's mouth. He argued, "They're good little suckers. You ought to know. They've both swallowed your come." "I didn't know --" "Don't hand me that! You knew it. If you didn't, you're too dumb to be a chief programmer." "So fire me," I retorted, opening the door into the hall. Laura grasped my arm. "Wait a minute, Harry. Let's talk it over." But Jack sneered, "Let him go." Turning the front doorknob, I heard him add, "He'll be back." As soon as I got home I jumped into the shower and scrubbed my genitals until the soapy friction made my dick rise again. I even took the plumber's friend, soaped it thoroughly and ran it up my ass, end pointed forward, which finally made me wonder what I was doing. It was acne on their faces, teenager's acne, that's all. I had no reason to believe them infected with a venereal disease, no more than Laura, at any rate, and they hadn't lived long enough to suck a tenth of Laura's count. Was I trying to wash off the fact that I had committed statutory rape? Jack implied I guessed their ages before they touched me. He was right about that. In fact, as I well recall, the thought of their immaturity made my dick harder. As it had done in Iran. And earlier. One night I arrived at a Saigon whorehouse late. The madam told me she was sorry but the only girl available was just thirteen. I could have her for half the going rate. I agreed, though the woman's concealed grin told me she was conning me somehow. Yet in fact I spent a most enjoyable evening. The girl was very small, light and supple as an eel. Even without English or French she made me understand her gratitude for being treated as an adult. Her enthusiasm got the juice from me three times. I had a youthful fascination for mature flesh and thus never returned to this girl, which I have since regretted. My digested seminal fluid is in two underage guts tonight -- actually only one underage; sixteen is the age of consent in this state. Though if it's the law that concerns me, oral sex with anyone is a so-called "crime against nature" and worth forty years in a cage. But it's not the law that makes me grit my teeth. And it's not the immaturity. I doubt the Vietnamese girl was even twelve. And Estri was only eleven when she first mouthed me. It's those dead, dilated eyes. I can't believe Jack's sisterly cocksuckers even knew where they were -- or cared. So why should it matter to me? I don't know, but it does. I've seen Laura every day and Jack twice so far. Neither has said a word. Laura is cool and distant. After work yesterday I stopped for a Big Mac and went on to the Adult Products bookstore on Ashton. It was out of business. Since Doris came into my life I have ceased to patronize it. But I remembered another off Livery Street and took the new expressway. This one has the remarkably suggestive name, Big Mams, and is smaller than Adult Products but seems to have as good a stock of Super 8s, plotless paperbacks and sex toys. I looked over the latter and selected three dildoes, one about my size, one half again larger, the other about three times as big. "This'll do him," said the clerk, passing me the largest. "Her," I corrected to his smirk. They had rubber cunts with cotton inserts to catch the mess, about the size of two fists. Perhaps a teenager with a good imagination could use them. Doris came in about 20:00, having also stopped at MacDonalds. I got in the shower with her. Thinking about my surprise made it hard before I touched her. She took it in a soapy hand and asked it archly, "Got something in mind, big boy?" "You say the nicest things," I replied. In the bedroom I said, "You remember a couple months ago when we tried a little sodomy?" "Sodom -- oh." "Well, do you?" "Yes. But it didn't do very much." For her. She resented me finishing in her ass! "I'm sorry, my dear. And I want to make it up to you." She was sitting naked on the side of the bed. She cocked an eyebrow at me. "How?" I opened the drawer in the bedside table. "With one of these. Or any combination." "What?" She looked at them. The shape is unmistakable. Her eyes widened. "You didn't!" Her voice was breathy, almost a squeak. Her nipples crinkled. It amazes me how fast they can do that. I explained, "You wanted something better than fingers in front." She took them out and stroked them, a tiny smile on her lips. "I'll get the Vaseline," I offered. "I won't need it." "For your anus." "In a minute." To my surprise she put the largest one in her cunt straight-away, working it side to side before sliding it home. She noticed my expression and grinned. "After all, I'm not a virgin, Harry." Then, "Don't stare so! You embarrass me." "Believe me," I said with feeling, "it's a stare of the most profound admiration." "It feels good to stretch it," she admitted, stretching it much farther than I had ever achieved. "Turn out the light and come to bed." About an hour later, squatting atop me, she did try the other two in her rectum while I plugged her cunny. The effect was unusual. Normally her orgasms fetch mine. But the rectum -- hers, at any rate -- makes a sharp turn above the anus. My dick was a bit sore from all the previous bending, which allowed me the luxury of experiencing her vaginal clipping while maintaining a relatively calm attitude myself. She has a remarkable grip in both holes, but I believe the vaginal sphincters are the stronger. Finally she abandoned dignity and put the big one up her ass. Her frenzy became too much for me and I had to let fly. Again. When her breathing had calmed, she snuggled on my arm in the dark. She took my hand and commanded, "Feel." She guided me around the curve of her wet mound, took my forefinger and thrust it side-to-side in a moist cavity large as a goose egg. "See what you've done to me?" "No, I don't see. I'm going to cut on the light." "Oh, don't!" But the switch is on the headboard just over my head. It controls both bedside lamps. She blinked and coyly put both hands over her pubes. I crawled down and made her raise her legs, holding them back with hands under the knees. Her genitalia was crimson and gleamed with moisture. Her anus was an angry red rictus, large enough to take my dick at its widest diameter. "Get the hand mirror," she instructed. I returned it from the dresser and held it as she directed. She inspected herself with fascination. "Good god! Do you suppose I'll be incontinent?" "No. It's shrinking. I'd say back to normal in five minutes." Her eyes were hot on mine. "Not if you put something in it." "Such as?" "You." I chuckled wryly. "Unfortunately I'm not in condition." "Hand me the little one." I assumed she meant the dildo and gave her the smallest. She jammed it into her rectum without hesitation, then sat up, threw her arms around my hips and sucked my entire dick into her mouth. Soreness and all, up it came. "Now you can do it," she observed, lying down again and rolling on her belly. Perversion pales quickly. I took little pleasure this third time in her ass. But I filled the bill otherwise. She worked the big dildo in her cunt, moaning and screaming until she was exhausted. In the morning she said very little, seemed to have trouble meeting my eye. I was beginning to worry about our future until she kissed me good-bye at the door. She rarely gives me her tongue, but she tickled my palate with it this morning, smearing me with her lipstick. She whispered, "Thank you, Harry, thank you," smiled, sighed and ran down the steps. Tonight she called and told me she's so sore she can hardly walk. I'm sore, too, of course. We commiserated in high good humor. She'll see me Saturday morning. It goes without saying how pleased I am by this further evidence of her kinky passions. She's always been easier aroused to a more feverish pitch than other women. When not aroused she is chaste of speech and action: a companion for all seasons. And when she's up there, the duration of it as well as its obvious intensity guarantee she's not faking. That cannot be said of Laura. Returned to the lab about three this afternoon. Laura was standing behind Harv, looking over his shoulder at a listing spread on the table in front of them. She regarded me over her own shoulder. "Come look at this." I stood just behind them. Harv grinned up at me, his finger on a line of code. "What is it?" I asked. Laura explained, "He found out why the fix we installed yesterday didn't work." "It didn't work? It should've done the job." Harv nodded. "It probably will when I move this branch." Someone had added the additional code behind instead of before the unconditional branch that previously ended it. Of course the new code would never execute. I saw that immediately -- and I also realized that the end-of-day condition had not been considered. "I see. But look here." I leaned over him to point to a test instruction. In doing so I bumped into Laura's butt. "You forgot to cover the --" My voice became a grunt when quick as a snake, Laura's hand went under my belt, under the overlap of my shirt, into my shorts and squeezed my entire manhood -- not hard but shocking nonetheless. I looked around. We three were alone in the lab but anyone coming through the door would see her arm. "Forgot what?" Harv asked, looking up at me. Laura's fingers were working my foreskin rapidly. If he'd looked down instead of up he must have seen the disturbance in my britches. "Ah, uh," I stammered, "add another test right here, for end-of-day." "What's the matter?" he wondered, still looking up. "Right here!" I tapped the listing, causing him to turn his head forward at last. As he turned, so did Laura. Her eyes sparkled at mine but her face was carefully expressionless. I was free to remove her arm at last but ... This girl is talented. My dick was rising into her hand. But I knew that Tommy was on his way. With the greatest reluctance I grasped her arm and pulled her hand out of my britches. She grinned, fluttered her tongue at me and said archly, "Is that what you want?" I pretended to misunderstand her. "Have to have it. Otherwise the end-of-day condition will program check when it returns to the main loop." "'Have to have it,'" she repeated, grinning wryly. "He's right," Harv agreed. "I'll fix it." "Who fixed it originally?" I asked. "She did." He looked up again to see what I, the chief programmer, would do to her. She licked her lip and grinned at me. "Seems I didn't finish the job. Sometimes people won't let me." "You need to check your work closer," I suggested. My dick was sticking straight as the consequence of her fingerwork. I couldn't bring myself to deliver the sneer her carelessness deserved. Fortunately Harv never noticed how my britches were stretched. "I can tell when it's not appreciated," she sniffed, turning away to her own table. At that moment Tommy came through the door, spied me and cried, "Just the man I want to see." We worked on a problem of his for the rest of the afternoon. Laura slipped out of the lab before me at quitting time. I copied her phone number from the bulletin board and gave her a call this evening but got no answer. What's so fascinating about sucking mouth? Doris's is better and she'll bring hers to me tomorrow. If I can't stand to wait my fingers would make a tighter O than Laura's lips. That thought is poor consolation. Doris has settled on a favorite use of her toys. She wants the middle-sized one, which about matches the largest turd she ever passed, put up her ass while I poke her cunny. At first she wanted me to reach around her cheeks and work the thing in and out but it seems I didn't "time it right." She does it herself -- and either passes out or comes so close as to make no difference. She said it sends her to heaven. I told her I was thankful it lets her come back! Increasingly I see Doris as a wife and the mother of my children. We certainly are compatible in the sexual arena. She loves my tongue on her. And, god, do I love hers! I adore her to kneel and suck me noisily to orgasm in the light where I can see every nuance of her expression and know when her tongue grows tired or the ejaculate surprises her. When she swallows every drop -- especially when she works her mouth afterwords in unconscious distaste -- that is somehow the ultimate acceptance. Laura has done as much in this very apartment, but it's not the same. That may be due to the smile of contentment she exhibits when it's over. A completed job may be the only reason for her pleasure. Though she does feel something when I lick her clit. Doesn't she? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----