Message-ID: <19859eli$9902110938@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: M Quayle Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 57: At Your Service (S&M Family fun, birthday greetings) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com 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: <36C24E9F.1710@telepath.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. Join the free “Late for Dinner” mailing list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/LateForDinner New chapters are also posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J. Wijnands’s site at http://www.xs4all.nl/~wijnands/bdsm/late/ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 57: At Your Service Grand Dad yanked the hood from over Billy’s head as a line of identically dressed nuns filed silently into the room. “Well, young man,” the patriarch bellowed, “I understand you’re hot for nuns. Is that right? Speak up now!” “Yes, Sir!” Billy answered excitedly as the cloistered sisters stopped in front of him. They kept their heads bowed with their faces hidden by their veils. “Then lookie here, boy. We got a whole string of nuns ready to do their duty.” The women did an about face in unison, then bent over and pulled their habits up invitingly over their delicious bare bottoms. “But guess what, Billy?” “What, Sir?” The boy gulped. The women turned around and peeled seductively out of their habits. “You can’t have nun!” Kathy, Christi, Becky, Carol, and Mommy shouted in unison as their costumes dropped to the floor. “Billy,” Mommy cooed as she came forward with her beautiful full breasts cupped in her hands, “you know how you’ve been begging me to start lactating?” “Yeah!” Billy looked hungrily at Mommy’s twin beauties. She raised a deliciously rigid nipple toward her son’s mouth and began to squeeze. Billy opened wide in anticipation of his first taste of her heavenly fluid, but “oopsie, all dry,” Mommy snipped, “maybe next year.” “Are they being mean to my Billy?” Christi trilled as she took the boy’s swollen cock in hand. “I sure have been missing my wake up calls since you’ve been locked in the basement.” She stroked him tenderly then turned and sat down slowly on his lap. “Now that’s more like it!” Billy crowed as Christi guided him into her anus, “I knew guys weren’t really mad at me.” But the boy’s smug look turned to horror as the special Razor Blade Formula for Men lubricant kicked in. “She’s cutting me with a knife! Mommy, stop her, she’s cutting me up!” The party guests hooted and cheered as Billy struggled vainly to escape, but Christi just kept pumping her freshly beaten bottom up and down, up and down. She moaned with painful satisfaction and began to cry softly as his rigid member passed well beyond her sphincter. “I guess just this once,” she sniffled, “it hurts you more than it hurts me, Billy. Just remember, next time you want a nun, just ask me and I’ll dress up for you. Okay?” “Please, stop! This isn’t funny! Please, please, please!” Billy pleaded. “Mommy, make her stop! I’m bleeding to death! Make her stop!” “Just say ‘okay’ and she’ll stop, Billy,” Mommy commanded as she watched the scene through her video camera’s view finder. “Okay, okay,” the desperate boy pledged, “I won’t do it again. Just make her stop and get me a doctor! She’s killing me!” Christi hopped off Billy’s lap. He looked down fearfully, obviously expecting to find his pride and joy reduced to shreds of red. Instead, it stood erect and proud, still pulsing from the extra stimulants Mommy had been secretly feeding him to fuel his frustration. “Hey, what gives,” he blubbered in amazement and relief, “it felt like you had a knife stuck up there.” “Oh, no, Billy, I wouldn’t do that.” Christi held up a lubricant tube. “Its just Raiser Blade Formula for Men. Now,” she scolded, “you be a good boy or I’ll use it again when you least expect it.” “Ding dong!” The door bell rang. Kathy ran to greet the new visitors. “I hope we’re not too late.” Mrs. Potter smiled a sinister smile as she and her equally evil husband entered the room. The couple was resplendent in their finest black leathers and Kathy realized that Mrs. Potter’s huge black strap on was an identical match for her mate’s massive ebony member. “Oh, not at all, Ma’am,” Kathy answered respectfully, “we were just getting started.” “That’s good.” The stunning ravenette licked her red lips. “We just can’t wait to have another piece of Billy.” “Yeah,” Mister Potter rumbled as he hungrily eyed the tightly tied guest of honor, “especially after we heard that he tried to make naughty with a nun.” “If you’ll give us just a minute,” Kathy grinned as Billy howled in protest, “and we’ll have ‘dear’ brother bent over and at your service.” -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----