Message-ID: <35378asstr$1014448204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: strangesub@yahoo.com (G) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 Feb 2002 14:50:49 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 Feb 2002 06:50:47 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #23 (True,mm,oral,fantasy,mfff,anal) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 02:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Sex. The great obsession. These are the stories of my lives. Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans and slick fluids. The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual exhibitionism. I am able to fuck and get fucked in public. There is no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal" friends would consider me a deviant reprobate. All of us voyeurs can watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the perverse things that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have never told anybody. All of the stories written here are true. I have been eroticized all sorts of details in order create hot sex - but the the actual "scenarios" happened. In truth, sometimes the reality was far less interesting, exciting or pleasant. But my purpose is to make you hard and wet. For comments, whatever - Write me at Strangesub@yahoo.com My Sex Life #23 Is Greg Turning into a Homo? My life became more complicated. I had done the most unbelievable things; I had done them more or less publicly, and now I had to deal with it. I woke up from my stupefied sleep in the late afternoon and went and took a shower. I spent awhile cleaning myself after all of the piss and oil and bizzaro land I had gone through. However, in the shower, as I soaped up my still hairless body, I managed to give myself a hard on fantasizing about everything that was done to me. I wondered what it would have been like if I let Mr. Sanders really fuck me up the ass. I began playing with my asshole, slipping a soapy finger into the tight opening and imagining what it would be like to have another cock up there. I added another finger, and started fucking my hand with my ass. I fantasized at getting fucked at that rock music orgy......... ........My whole body started convulsing with sensory overload as the lead singer's cockhead slid into me, expanding my tight asshole ring wider and wider to the point that I felt like he was tearing me apart. But they continued holding me in place, forcing me to accommodate them. My own cock was throbbing, quivering on the brink of orgiastic splendor. I was captured by this submissive eros. The insides of my ass were on fire as he penetrated deeper and deeper. I felt every inch of his piercing fuckpole as he ravaged my burning asshole. It felt like a fiery log was being shoved into me. "Yeah, you are tighter than a virgin," he crooned, pulling back a little, then grabbing my hips, he shoved his big cock home. "Unnngghhhhh," I tried to scream as he split me open. "This arsehole is pure cherry," he grunted as he began fucking my ass. "Nnnnnnghhhh," I whimpered around Bill's massive pumping cock as I felt his full hard meat bury itself deep within my hot bowels, the rim of my spread open ass stretched beyond anything nature ever intended. "UNGH, Ungh, ugnh, ungh, ughn," I grunted loudly with each new painful thrust. I tried to protest between my own exclamations - "PLeeease... UNgh, ungh, ttoooo.... ungh, ughn, bigg.... UHHHH....." He continued to ram his long hard cock in and out of my burning asshole. My hips were shaking and I suddenly went over the edge, the fire of the hard cock in my ass spreading to my whole body. I started spasming in orgasm as I reached a plateau of white light, still gasping for breath after Bill's log was pulled from my throat; my abused asshole clutching around the cock pumping in and out of me; my own stiff member deep within the hot fuck hole of a naked, nubile adolescent, crushing her under our combined fuck thrusts. "AAAAhhhh," I screamed, feeling my fiery cum bursting from my prick as the lead singer's hard dick slid in and out of my flaming asshole. "Uuuuooohhhhhhhh," I moaned in pain as the burning fire turned into a scorching, torrid sensation that sent my sperm shooting. "Goooddd, uh, uh, oh,oh, oh," I panted as each new thrust sent me farther over into the total oblivion of orgasming frenzy. "AAHHhhhhh!" I cried as he again slammed his full length into my sodomized butt. My anal ring clenched around his pounding manhood as he thrust and withdrew, in and out, faster and faster, fucking my wounded asshole as I continued to come. "Uh! ... Uh! .. Uh!...UH.....UH......UHhhh," I grunted as he hammered into me, his balls smacking lewdly against my bouncing buns. The carnal sensuality was unbearable. All that existed was my burning asshole getting fucked by the lead singer's hard cock. In and out he thrust. Each stroke adding a new level of erotic pain as my own hard organ was pumped dry..... .....With my fingers jammed up my asshole, my sperm shot out onto the wall of the shower where it was slowly washed down the drain. After I recovered from this fantastic fantasy induced orgasm, I was scared or depressed in a perverse sort of way. First of all, I was jerking off in this very public shower, my hand shoved up my asshole. Why was I taking these bizzaro chances. Was I an irretrievable homo? Two major thoughts played in my head. One - was I going to continue to shave myself in order to please that horny old pervert, Mr. Sanders? I didn't particularly want to repeat those sexual experiences, no matter how much they turned me on. But now I was wondering if I should let him fuck me. How the hell would I explain my shaved body to Pamela? Or to Todd? Or anyone else who might see me naked, for that matter? I could fuck everything up in my life.... Then again, it made me hard thinking about it. I loved the soft, silky, naked feel of my skin. And, it's five hundred fucking dollars. That's was worth a lot of embarrassment and perversion. Hell, that was worth any embarrassment and perversion. Here I was, a guy who could barely get laid at Dunwoody, and some old man was willing to pay me five hundred dollars for my body. Very heady stuff.... Then again, it was perverse. Really perverse. Jesus. I had let the guy piss in my mouth. I licked his fucking toilet. I drank his piss. That was sick. What the fuck would I have done if his wife caught us? What wacko thing would he want me to do if I did saw him again? How sick a degenerate did I want to be? Very fucking scary..... Then again, the thought of his hot piss spraying my mouth and on my face, got me hard... My used dick rose again just thinking about him pissing in my mouth, making me drink it. Pissing on my ass, up my ass... in public.... Sick... Very sick... Very fucking scary. My second problem was what the hell was I going to tell Dick and his girlfriend? And who else for that matter. I was already somewhat of an outcast. What now? Dick was going to be convinced that I was indeed a total queer. Jesus. I got dressed, smoked a joint to relax my alternate fantasy and depression over what I had done, and went to the cafeteria for dinner. Dick didn't usually eat there on the weekends, but this time he was there waiting for me. I could tell I was also the subject of a couple of conversations as I walked through the dining hall to sit next to Dick. Ann excused herself as I sat down and she went back to our room. "Moran," began Dick in a rapid fire tirade, "we have a fucking problem. Ann is scared of you. She wants to know what I know about you. I don't know what to tell her. And I cannot afford to be the roommate of a fucking faggot. Do you know what happens to queers on the track team? They get fucked, Moran. And I am not going to be fucked by my teammates. I am not a queer. But, if you're a queer, then I am fucked by association. Do you understand?....." He was pretty angry. He explained all this and more to me in a rapid fire whisper, with his teeth clenched. I listened in stoned bemusement. Fuck him. I let him fuck my girlfriend; I sucked his cock and now he's getting all hot and hairy because his girlfriend and the track team might think that I was a queer. Give me a break.... With stoned lassitude, I explained myself to Dick - "Look man, you fucked Pam, I sucked your dick, Dick.... Hot sex is hot sex. This old guy paid me, man - five hundred dollars. So I fucking got shaved and ran around naked. Big woof. I am not interested at all in being the campus queer. you think I want my life to go like that? Not a-fucking-round here, boy. Your fucking track boys aren't the only ones who'd want a piece of my ass. All of you preppy shits would be lined up outside my door, hot and hard. I don't need that. I like girls and I'd like to get laid here at Dunwoody once in awhile, besides Pam. So, just chill out and let everything die down. Deny and ignore. The most people can really say is that I'm a streaker. And fuck that, I might do it again......" Dick shook and ruefully smiled. "Fucking Moran. All right. You're still a fucking hippie freak. but Ann is afraid of you now. What am I going to do about that?" "What? She's afraid that this perverted homo is going to attack her?" I replied. We both laughed at the incongruity of that statement - now that I was a deviant faggot, what was I going to do? - rape her?!! However, I gave in on this problem - shit, he ought to be able to fuck his girlfriend in peace. I solved it by agreeing to stay that night at the fraternity house of one of my friends, Peter. My friend Peter and I had gone to high school together and he and his girlfriend, Barb, along with Dawn and myself, had all dated together. He and Barb were still seeing each other throughout their college days and planned to get married. Although he also fucked around. I had stayed overnight in his room at the frat house before and I knew a lot of the people there. I probably could have joined that fraternity by this time, but I was still an independent freak and they still saw me as a little too hippy dippy for their more jockish mentality. Anyway, after getting my schedule together for my classes for the following week, I went out and got further wasted with my stoned smoking buddies. I almost spent the night at their dorm room, but I would have had to pass out on the floor and Peter had a nice large bed in his room, so I went across campus to stay by him. I fantasized about raping Ann as I was going over to the frat house. She would be fucking Dick with her sitting on top of him. It would be late at night and the room would be totally dark. Dick would be tied to the bed, blindfolded, and she would be torturing his aching cock, sliding up and down its hard length, teasing him with her wet cunt. Unbeknownst to them I would get on the bed behind her and, while she was bent over, her large tits rubbing over Dick's body, licking his blindfolded face, I would shove my hard, naked cock up her ass. She would give a scream and struggle slightly at the pain of this intrusion. But after I grabbed her breasts and started squeezing her hard nipples, the incredible sensation of being filled up by two hard cocks, one stretching her vagina and the other stuffed up her ass, would make her moan with pleasure. She would ride both cocks until we came. I would withdraw, leaving her asshole dripping with my cum, trickling down her crack to her cunt, mixing with Dick's semen. Dick would never know that she had been fucked up the ass while he was fucking her pussy. From the feel of my naked pubes, she would realize that it was I that fucked her, but she would never tell, secretly relishing the feel of my hot cock pumping her virgin asscunt..... Peter was just turning in when I got to his room. He had a large double bed and no roommate, so we were going to sleep in the same bed. This was no big deal - again this was 1974 and two guys in the same bed didn't mean anything sexual. We had slept in the same bed several times - even before college when we went on the high school band field trips where everybody doubled up. However, this time around, he stood there in his pajamas and, although he was friendly enough, he didn't get into bed. He watched me as I started happily taking off my clothes in my stoned condition. "Gregg," said Peter warily, "I heard that you went streaking today...." Oh shit I thought, my hands pausing as I unbuttoned my shirt. I had forgotten that I was shaved naked. And, at this point, I was hard. Visions of clandestine orgies with Anne and Dick still flitted through my drug fogged mind. And, I had planned to sleep naked as usual. Peter might have normally made some sarcastic comment about not touching him with my naked bod, but he wouldn't have minded. But now, everything was different. "Uh, yeah, well... uh, yeah..... It was, uh, like, a far out thing to do...." I muttered incoherently. He was looking at my shaved chest. Well fuck it! So he knew already... I continued to take off my shirt. "Look," I said, sitting on the bed facing away from him and disrobing. "It was like, a bet, you know? I did this wacko thing and I won the bet...." "Did you actually....., you know, with some old guy?" Peter queried. Fuck! I threw off my underwear and pants, stood up and turned around to face him. "Yeah!" I retorted, "And he paid me too!" He looked at my shaved body with amazement. My dick was hard and prominent, bobbing in front of me. "No shit?" he commented. "You did all your hair and had..... you know, with this old guy?" "Yeah, I had sex with him," I admitted. 'It wasn't bad. He paid me five hundred dollars, Peter." In my stoned state, my cock was throbbing - marijuana was an aphrodisiac to me and my whole body always had a sensual glow when I was stoned. He looked at me from across the bed, staring at my shaved genitals and my hard prick with bemusement. "Five hundred dollars?" he remarked with awe in his voice. "That's right," I said a little proudly. "I guess you liked it," said Peter softly, gazing at my crotch. "Oh shit....I, uh,......, it was cool." I trailed off, my cock now pulsing with a mind of its own. Peter continued to look at my hard on in nervous, embarrassed fascination. Then I could see his own dick rising inside of his pajamas. Oh.... ? Peter? Damn.... We both stared at each other quietly as his cock stiffened and finally popped out of the slit of his pajama front. My heart was beating faster and I had a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach. We seemed frozen there, neither one of us saying anything, both of our cocks hard and hot. "Well, shit," I said, jumping up in the air and landing my backside on his bed, my stiff manhood bouncing around in the air, "I guess it's time for bed." He continued to stand there, incapacitated with weirdness, looking like he was trapped, but not saying a thing, staring at my naked, clean shaven body, my hard peter throbbing, precum beginning to ooze from its wet tip. Then, he looked away and sat on the bed. He lay back, tense, his hard thick cock sticking up, stretching out over his pajama clad waist. I tentatively reached over the bed, and caressed his stiff meat, eliciting a groan from Peter. He closed his eyes and his thighs shuddered as I pulled his thick manhood farther out of the fly of his pajamas. "Uhhhh," he moaned as I closed my fingers around his cockhead and his hips twitched. I grasped his distended shaft and began slowly masturbating my hand up and down its length. Peter mouth fell open and he began panting in lust almost immediately. His hips did a jerky dance on the bed . My own lust took over again and I turned myself around and put my mouth to his red, swollen prick. "Ahhh, oohhhhh," he cried out as my lips covered the mushroom glans of his hard cock. I leaned into his hips and took his thickly burgeoning member into my mouth, feeling him twitch as he pushed his ass off the bed and skewered my oral cavity. I sucked hungrily in my stoned, erotic state, as though we had been homosexual lovers for years, and I began to caress and cradle Peter's semen-filled testicles beneath his ramrod cock. We were both mewling as his body shook and his hot meat slithered over my lips and teeth into my warm, wet, pleasure seeking hole. The thick organ seemed to fill everything, and as Peter started shaking, it wormed steadily deeper, rubbing down the full length of my tongue. He pushed and I sucked, skewering my mouth, until he propelled his cockhead into my throat, embedding himself in me. I gurgled for air to keep from choking even as I sucked him harder and buried my nose into his hairy balls. He slid his hard prick in and out of my mouth, his sex working with a mind of its own as I gasped and let him plunge again into my throat. I tightened my lips and swished my tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing shaft sliding in and out of my stretched lips, his hardness bruising the inside of my throat, sending waves of masochistic pleasure through me. "AHHH, Ahhh, ahhhh," moaned Peter from above as my cheeks hollowed out, as I drew them tightly over the sides of his steel hard prick. I sucked him deep, taking all of his hard length until there was nothing left. His hips pressed hard against my face and he came. His hot cum spurted into my throat and I swallowed, gyrating on the bed, my esophagus milking his ejaculating tool. I pulled my mouth off of his pulsing prick and grabbed his slick length with my hand as I gasped for air. I covered him again with my lips while he shot another load of hot cream. I felt him shoot his jizz into my mouth and I enjoyed the sensation of his cum discharging onto my tongue. I was gasping, sucking the head of his ejaculating penis while he moaned in ecstasy. His orgasm dribbled down to nothing and we both lay there for a moment, panting, my mouth on his dick head, filled with his sperm, covering his prick. Finally, I sucked his cock clean and lay back on my side of the bed, reveling in this weird feeling, my mouth still full of cum. Peter turned his back to me as I lay next to him and grabbed my own throbbing prick. Swishing his cum around my mouth with my tongue, feeling it still ooze down my throat to my stomach, I jerked myself off, savoring the naked feel of my genitalia until I splashed my own seed onto my nude, smooth body. At the same time I swallowed the rest of his spunk and nodded off into orgiastic oblivion. Peter was already gone when I awoke the next morning. Once more I had a massive piss hard on. Once more my mouth tasted like old cum and my throat was clogged with sperm. Once more I stumbled out of Peter's room with only a towel around my waist, my cock pushing it out in front, to go to the bathroom on his floor. I really had to pee. This was so weird. It was only yesterday that I had been in this exact same position..... What bizarre things were in store for me today? Someone was in the shower as I went into the bathroom, put my towel on the shower hook and forced the piss out of my hard on to arc into the urinal. I debated about whether or not to take a shower, but my dick was still hard and I didn't want to explain myself again to whoever it was that was in the shower. So, I walked over to the sink and started splashing water on myself to wash off my own crusty cum and clean my genitals. As I was performing my ablutions, the guy in the shower shut it off and came out. "Hey Moran, what are you doin' here?" I glanced over my shoulder. It was Ike, one of the hockey jocks that made up Pete's fraternity. His bulky naked body was extremely hairy and his soft thick cock bobbed out of giant bush of brown hair. "Uh... my roommate's girlfriend was over.... I spent the night in Pete's room..." I said as I nonchalantly walked over and tried to grab my towel off of the hook. "Damn!" said Ike, wonderingly, "What did you do to yourself?' He looked at my hairless face and chest and then at my still hard, hairless genitalia. "Uhh...," I temporized, grabbing my towel and turning away, "You know, I, I, cut my beard...." I covered myself with my towel. My heart was pounding again and I felt my dick begin to deflate a little bit. He stood in front of me naked and I tried not to stare at his thick cock. I thought about going down on my knees and taking his soft cock into my mouth, feeling it grow and stretch my lips... while I continued to stammer out a reply. "I, uh, well you know.... my.... girlfriend, uh...." Damn! Now my dick was getting harder. - Ike would pull me to my feet after I had made his thick cock grow and glisten with my mouth, turn me around and shove his hard manhood into my ass, splitting my tiny asshole with his thick manflesh.... "It's was just a cool thing...." I said as I fled the bathroom. Jesus! My head was spinning. What the fuck was wrong with me? Did Mr. Sanders turn me into a faggot? Did I have to be a homosexual now that, that, what? What? I quickly got dressed and went back to my room to get high. I didn't want to face anybody... Everybody wondering what I was... I was wondering what I was..... I was just in the bathroom with this guy. I had been in a lot of bathrooms with a lot of guys and never got hard. Shit, I had slept naked next to Peter and never even thought about cock... This whole shit was frightening me again. Did doing all of this weird shit with Mr. Sanders actually activate some homosexual button so that now I was a faggot??? Getting high and calming down; going to classes and realizing that although some people were giving me "the once over" because of whatever they had heard, most people hadn't heard or could care less - this put me back into my normally mellow state of mind of "fuck it if they can't take a joke...." I ordinarily spent a lot of time in an alternate mental reality, and now my mind was shooting around in an even more agitated fashion than usual. Was I queer? Who cares? What were people thinking? Who cares? What would Pam say? Shit, would she like me shaved? Gradually I calmed down over the following week. I stopped having homosexual fantasies every five minutes, now I just fantasized about all sorts of sex every ten minutes or so - perfectly normal for me. I decided to keep shaving just in case I was queer now - maybe I would get another 500 smackers.... Besides I liked the sensual, smooth feel of my hairless genitals. It was a new high jerking off. Peter acted as if absolutely nothing had happened between us. He didn't even act weird or embarrassed. I was fine to leave it that way. I won't ask and he won't tell. Dick actually opened up a little bit about sex with me in a preppy sort of way. He told me about half of the track team (including him) fucking this one kid who was queer. According to him, it happened at other schools also. He had been invited more than once to "do" some kid who was a faggot. It seemed to a sort of homoerotic / homosexual / homophobic jock head trip that track team members were partial to.... They weren't queer, but they could fuck with other people who were.... At least that explained him wanting me to suck his cock. I didn't try to figure it out. I just went with the flow. People who might have given me a hard time didn't say anything other than congratulating me on my streak. I guess nobody really knew, or it was just too weird to talk about... About a week and half after all of new homo sex and my public display of my bod, one of my casual female friend classmates, Janie, wanted to work with me on a project. We were in a creative writing class and we were supposed to collaborate with someone else in writing a story. She invited me to be her partner. No big deal, except that everything had a sexual connotation to me. We were friendly with each other and had done things together - like go to a party with other friends, or hang out on the quad, but she had never really shown any interest in working with me before - like being alone with me. And she was almost conspiratorial when she suggested we work together. Did she want my wacky ideas or me? Hmmm. Janie was 19 years old, had very short, brown hair and wore glasses. She also wore loose clothing or overalls. Sort of like the baggy stuff that is worn nowadays, but then it was considered a little odd, especially at our preppy school. The thing is that she was pretty and had enough of a figure that her ample chest was still noticeable in her loose clothing. She had a friendly smile. She wore very little makeup or just had a naturally beautiful complexion and full sensual lips. I liked her. So, we made a date to work together the following evening. The few friends that I had at Dunwoody, besides my stoned smoking buddies, were in the theater arts department. Dunwoody was a small school with no theater arts major, but really good facilities. So, the group of us that did theater were pretty tight. (Oddly enough, with all of our kidding around, nobody made any innuendoes about my streaking and my shaved body. If they maybe thought I was queer, they kept it to themselves - actors... maybe other people had secrets?) One of my buddies was Barbie Toren. She was a junior and had a steady boyfriend, Ken, who was also in theater. She was a mousy little girl who was cute, but not particularly ravishing - small butt, not much in the breast department and sort of an angular small face with a button nose. But she had a wonderful smile, a wicked sense of humor, and we were friends. We would occasionally get into a sort of therapeutic talking about our sex lives, skirting anything really titillating, but getting into the differences and attitudes of men and women. It was a casual flirtation kind of thing which left me with the idea that one of these days, we might end up in bed together. If I was going to tell anyone (which I wasn't) about having been a sex boy for Mr. Sanders, it would have been Barbie. We had a rehearsal for a scene we were doing together on the day I was going to study with Janie, and Barbie suggested we work on it again later that evening in her dorm room. I explained that I had a date to work on a creative writing project. She inquired where and I told her - Randolph dorm (which had just turned co-ed) on the fourth floor, which, when I said it, I realized was her floor. "Who," she inquired casually. "Janie Angelique," I replied. "Oh," she said with a knowing look on her face. "My room is next door to hers. Maybe when you're done, you could come over." "Maybe I'll be busy," I said diffidently. "Oh," she said again, this time smiling and arching her eyebrows. "Really?" "I don't know," I protested feebly, "We're going to be studying together..." "Hmmm," she looked at me speculatively, as if she knew something I didn't, "We'll see. Maybe I'll see you if you have time." On my way over to Janie's room, I thought a little bit about Barbie and her roommate. And then I thought about Janie and her roommate, whom I didn't know. I fantasized about having the four girls suck me.... Four hot, naked teenagers, all competing to lick my hard meat. Four different mouths on my cock, sucking my balls, licking my crotch, probing at my asshole. They are licking me, fucking my ass with their tongues, moaning with desire and passion. Until, they all line up on the bed, on their hands and knees, their naked butts up in the air and beg me to fuck them. Each crotch is wet - shiny with their own secretions. Each girl reaches around behind herself to open up her cunt lips, saying Fuck me... no, Fuck me... I kneel on the bed and pick one cunt at random, slamming my cock in deep to the hilt. She squeals in shock at my assault. Then I jump over to the next wet pussy, fucking her, and then the next and the next. I brutally fuck each waiting cunt, savoring the different sizes, colors and textures. I plunge my hard tool in and out at random, switching cunts, making each girl groan and pant with gratification, begging me to fuck them harder. Suddenly I switch holes and plunge my ravaging tool into Barbie's asshole. She screams in pain, but I hold her, fucking her until she moans with pleasure. Then I move on to Janie's asshole. She knows what is coming but endures the savage pain until she too is moaning with pleasure. When I move on to Janie's roommate, but she tries to get away as my stiff manhood penetrates her ass. On either side of her, Janie and Barbie grab her naked tits and shoulders and force her back onto my invading cock as she screams with pain and I skewer her virgin asshole . I plunge deep into her, fucking her ass hard and fast until she finally starts moaning, begging me to fuck her harder. The last girl quietly submits to her ass fucking, crying out with heated passion as I pump her shit hole. Finally, I am ready to cum and I tell the girls to suck me off. They all turn around to suck me again - four mouths on my cock and balls and tongues on my inner thighs and asshole, licking their own assholes off of my massive cock. They eat my ass, suck my cock, suck my balls, until I finally spew a gallon of cum, filling the mouth of each girl to overflowing, my sperm everywhere as their naked flesh becomes splattered with my hot, white fluid, their tits bouncing, hard nipples covered with cum. Each girl has her hand on her own crotch, masturbating herself, plunging her fingers deep into her own cunt, as they all writhe and moan with uncontrolled hedonism...... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+