Path: newsfeed.direct.ca!imci2!pull-feed.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's Top Stories - July (1/2) Date: 8 Aug 1996 09:38:11 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 403 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4ucqk3$sh2@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Status: N Celeste's Top 15 Stories - July 1996 (1/2) Note: This has been both a good month and a bad month. It was good because I found so many good stories. It was bad because I had to make so many difficult decisions. There were some simply superb stories posted on this newsgroup this month. Second Note: Since many readers would like to read the top stories for each month, I would appreciate it if authors would repost as many of these stories as possible. If you wish, you can label them as Celeste's #x for July : Name of Story. - Celeste Here's this month's list: 1. "Crossing The Line" by Ann Douglas 2. "Discovery" by Michael K. Smith 3. "Chantal" by Mary Anne Mohanraj 4. "A Lovely Girl" by Michael K. Smith 5. "Diana" by Mary Anne Mohanraj 6. "Bob and Carol and Jack and Jill " by Darryman 7. "Flying Nun: Decameron Minus 99" by Uncle Mike 8. "Gilligan's Island" by Shelby Bush 9. "Trust Me!" by Vickie Tern 10. "My Wedding" by WouldBeBad 11. "The Dare" by Michael K. Smith 12. "Baby Sitting" by The Englishman 13. "The Hedonists" by Jonboy 14. "The Tape Slaves" by E 15. "At the Pool" by Mark Aster Here are the original reviews in alphabetical order: "At the Pool" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). Sometimes I suspect that the plots for some of these stories are not very realistic. Take this one, for example. Do you think that a guy in his middle twenties would really go to a swimming pool and relax with his pregnant girlfriend at his side and lust after a high school girl with shapely tits and a nice ass and legs that won't quit who is serving her community as a lifeguard? And if the couple did go to the pool together and if the guy really did feel horny whenever he looked at the lifeguard and if he did express his fantasies about this young lady to his girlfriend, do you think she would really find it interesting to borrow the lifeguard's swimsuit and arrange to be alone in the pool with the guy after closing time? And even if she did do this, do you think the guy would actually get really turned on by the fantasy of making it with this cute little lass while he was really driving his throbbing cock underwater into the pulsating pussy of the lady who will bear his child? Do you find this as repulsive as I do? And anyway, how could you get the girl to loan you her swimsuit and let you into the pool - except, perhaps, by telling her what you plan to do and telling her that she can watch. "Baby Sitting" by The Englishman (ESkilton@aol.com). The story is a clear and plausible description of a trusted relative molesting a young girl. I'm sure this newsgroup is full of people who will find this to be erotic. I didn't. When I read a story about a child having sex with an adult, I seem to automatically ask myself whether I would have enjoyed either (1) having this happen to me as a child, or (2) doing this as an adult to a child. There are some things that I am glad I did not do as a child, but which would have been enjoyable. Examples include seducing a couple of my teachers, fucking under the bleachers at the football field, and fondling some of my fellow cheerleaders. These things would have been enjoyable, but they probably would have affected my life in an undesirable way. However, I really do sometimes wish I could have done some of these things - that is, I occasionally wish my value system would have been different, so that I would have felt free to do those things. Since my value system is what it is, and since that part of my life is over, I settle for reading stories about people with different value systems who did do these things. The situation is different with child molestation. There is a limited sense in which I WOULD have enjoyed being molested as a child by a trusted relative. It's the same sense that I WOULD have enjoyed eating vast quantities of chocolate candy that would have made me puke afterwards, stealing money from my parents' wallets, or pushing fat ladies down escalators. These activities would all have been fun, but I'm glad I didn't do them. In the same way, I'm certain that it would be PLEASURABLE to be seduced and exploited by a trusted adult - after all, physiological reactions occur no matter who stimulates them; but the harm would outweigh the benefits by so much that it's hardly true to say that I "wish" something like that would have happened to me. Is this an "evil" story - the sort that lends a bit of validity to the arguments of people who say that Internet sex will ruin the lives of children? I don't think so. I think any reader with an ounce of sense can see that this little girl is being manipulated for the gratification of her uncle. I think the overall realism makes it a good story. I think the "religious" people who object to stories like this should have the courage of their convictions and believe that if readers see realistic information, the "truth will prevail." If I knew my children were reading this story, I would simply help them see the shallowness of the uncle's reasoning; and I think they would thereby become LESS likely to be exploited themselves. In fact, this story would be worthwhile reading as part of a course in parenting. If a little girl doesn't learn about sex from a Benign Opportunist, where would she learn about it? Well, I myself learned to kiss from a pimple-faced kid whom I respected and trusted. I learned to French kiss from a really nice guy with whom I split up because his priorities in life differed from my own. I gradually learned more and more by experimenting with my peers and with my boyfriends in settings of trust and respect. I think most normal people learn this way. And I think the stories on this newsgroup that describe learning about sex in an atmosphere of trust and respect are every bit as sexy and interesting as those that describe exploitation, as this one does. "Bob and Carol and Jack and Jill " by Darryman (Darryman@aol.com). This story gets off to a fast and jolting start. An American boy and girl have been hiking across England. The girl is a bit forward - almost sluttish; and she is in the next room having sex with Jill's brother Jack. The boy is shy; and when he cums prematurely, Jill tells him that's OK, because "I'm going to fuck you to death." And she does. Literally. Then she goes to join her brother in disposing of the boy's sister. These are not the ordinary, friendly hedonists that we Americans believe inhabit the British countryside. In short, this story deals with that question that has been nagging at the back of your mind: is there anything as exciting as giving pleasure to someone you were about to destroy? Now on to the main plot. Bob and Carol are sexy American lovers whose car breaks down near the Gothic mansion of Jack and Jill. They need help - but they don't know how badly they really need help. Some - indeed, most - of the rape, torture, and snuff stories posted on this newsgroup are just plain drivel. They're the inane emissions of childish minds trying to prove their manhood by being nastier and grosser than anyone else. {If you need evidence to support my assertion, consider this title of a story posted yesterday, which I declined to review: "6 Drunks Gang-Bang, then Vomit on Barmaid"} This one is different. When an author can write about so many things that disgust me and do so in such a way as to make me thoroughly enjoy the story - THEN I know that I am reading a truly good story. At a very early point in the story I was struck by an insight. Jill is a crazed sex maniac who has joined her similarly inclined brother, Jack, in his hobby of sexual torture and murder. Jack had started out a long time ago on the whores of London - to be exact, his first victim had been Mary Kelly. But by now his sister had helped him develop more cultured tastes. I'll give you no more hints regarding Jack's identity. Lest you have nightmares, I remind you that this is fiction. People like this don't exist. Or if they do exist, they're crazy and too strong to resist. Now, isn't that reassuring? "Chantal" by Mary Anne Mohanraj (moh2@midway.uchicago.edu). No offense to the rest of you authors out there - and I may say the same thing about someone else right after I have read his or her story - but Mary Anne Mohanraj may be the best writer to post stories on this group. I would be absolutely astonished if this author has not written other stories that have gained recognition in high-quality, mainstream, non-erotic publications. A lesbian woman is comforting a non-lesbian friend to whom she is non-reciprocally attracted and who has recently broken up with a jerk of a guy. She longs to hug and caress her friend and to make tender love to Chantal, but she knows that any attempt at closeness will drive Chantal away. A knock comes at the door; it is a phony pizza man, who threatens to kill the woman unless Chantal surrenders herself to his will. At the crucial moment the woman breaks free and demands that the man rape her instead of Chantal. The rapist at first seems ready to comply, but then he tells the two women to get it on together for him. Ironically, the woman's attempt to rescue Chantal will enable her to achieve her fondest desire - but under highly undesirable circumstances. I've told you all but the very end of the story; but I think you'll still find immense pleasure in reading this well-crafted and highly erotic story. "Crossing The Line" by Ann Douglas (AnnD55@pipeline.com). Cathy Donohue has a habit that helps her get through boring meetings: she picks out someone in the crowd and has sexual fantasies about that person. Imagine that! You don't think students do that to their teachers, do you? Even worse - you don't think readers of these reviews would do that to this reviewer, do you? Anyway, Cathy is a member of the local PTA and she has a theory that the initials actually stand for Pussy Tits and Ass. I myself once went to a major PTA meeting wearing a tee-shirt that said, "PTA is in the middle of temPTAtion!" I was advised to remove the shirt by an officer who is very unlikely to be reading this review: "What if the newspapers take a picture of you?" I was tempted to literally remove the shirt right then and there, but saner heads prevailed. In her secret life, Cathy Donohue is Anne O'Donnell, writer of erotic short stories. Of course, the people of her community think of her as merely a happy homemaker and helpful member of the community, not as a porn writer. {This story is starting to strike too close to home.} Unfortunately, the college kid who comes to fix her computer makes the connection between Cathy and the Internet. Fortunately, he's a hunk. Being a gentleman, Glen promises not to reveal Cathy's secret identity. Being a lady, Cathy asks if there is anything she can do to repay him for fixing her computer. Being a horny virgin, Glen asks her to write a story for him. Being a horny non-virgin, she offers to go one better than that. Being a sexually active person, I'm getting pretty horny myself at this point. Being an English teacher, I'm pretty impressed with the parallel use of participial phrases in this paragraph. That's it! If I concentrate on the grammar I can make it through this story without having to do anything about my more mundane urges. OK. They're fucking now. Damn this is good stuff! I've got to do something to help me finish this story. The grammar. Concentrate on the grammar. Oh good, she said "eluding" when she meant "alludinig" - I mean alluding - I'm going to make it - or should that be "illuding"? Damn! I'm not going to make it after all. Maybe if I rub my pussy just a little while I finish this review... I'll even keep my pants on.... This won't be hard.... Won't be HARD! I've gotta watch what I say, but it's hard - I mean difficult - to type with just one hand... Oh good, she said "...excuse as to why she stood home." She's talking like Yogi Berra now. She meant "stayed home." Maybe she shoulda slud. I'm starting to lose it.... It really won't hurt to take my panties off.... Oh, Oh! Sabrina has found out that her son Glen fucked Cathy; but now they're discussing how she found out. Encryption! That's good; if they keep on discussing encryption I may even be able to put my panties back on. No; they're already too wet. Oh, great! Sabrina knows Cathy's secret identity, and she even made hard copies of her stories and took them on the cruise with her and therefore she humped her husband with renewed vigor each night and sometimes during the day. Oh shit! Now they're discussing their sexual relationships with other women.... If they make love to each other, I'm going to cum in my pants.... Except that I'm not wearing any pants.... Would you believe my husband's at a meeting at church? I'm a grown woman; I can take care of myself.... Good! She said "lay" instead of "lie" but that doesn't help - too much sexual innuendo in the "L" words. Now they're making love. I mean REALLY MKAING LOVE. OOOOH SHIIIIIT!!!! This was an exceptionally good story. I strongly recommend it. "The Dare" by Michael K. Smith (mksmith@taproot.win.net). Sixteen-year-old Katie had defied the school dress standards and had gotten away with it. She had read the Rule Book, and it said nothing about how much leg a girl can show. It only stated the minimum length of the skirt itself. Since Katie was tall, a skirt of the requisite length showed a lot of leg and a bit of ass; and she enjoyed the opportunity to shock and arouse the boys and teachers. Having had her fun, Katie mentioned to her friends that the Rule Book also failed to state that it was necessary to wear underwear. So she formally dared her friends to join her in a No Underwear Day. For complex sociological reasons no one in the immediate peer group had declined a dare in the six years since the Rules of the Dare had been formalized, and so No Underwear Day was formally scheduled. When the Day comes, Katie is unwilling to just Do It; she must also Take Risks. Escalation Station! The other girls begin to take risks too. An interesting story! Realism check: when the narrator gives head to the guy in the Journalism lab, she sucks him deep into her mouth and swallows his cum. She says she does this in imitation of what she saw in an X-rated movie. Right! The one thing I have noted about X-rated movies is that nobody ever comes inside anyone. The actors always shoot their jism all over the face, the buttocks, or the breasts of their partner - apparently because viewers would be unable to see this wonderful sight if the penis were buried deep inside an appropriate receptacle. Katie and her friends might have learned some interesting things from that movie, but swallowing male ejaculate would not have been one of them. "Diana" by Mary Anne Mohanraj (moh2@midway.uchicago.edu). The young man, just a few years out of college and a bit disillusioned with the way his life has gone, has gone off for a couple of days of hiking in the Berkshire forest. Thinking he is alone, he is surprised to hear the sound of a woman's voice; and when he follows that sound he comes to a clearing in which there are seven blonde women and one red-head - all beautiful and all naked. What has he stumbled onto? He realizes that he won't be welcome, and he starts to retreat; but suddenly he is summoned to join them. Does this sound interesting? Then read this well-written story. If you're familiar with Robert Frost's poetry, you'll probably get a little more out of it than you would otherwise. And it won't hurt to recall that Diana was the Roman goddess of the hunt and of the moon and the protectress or women. I love this author! I'm tempted to make my students read this story for English class, but then I'd have to explain where I got it. Actually, it will be easier simply to forbid them to read it; they'll enjoy it more that way. "Discovery" by Michael K. Smith (mksmith@metronet.com). The guy works in the library reference area, and an attractive girl whom he would like to meet accidentally drops her purse on the floor. Instead of picking it up for her, he waits for her to leave and then retrieves the purse. He checks its contents. What will he do? If this were a Parker story, he would try to use the information obtained from the purse to stalk its owner and make her into his sexual slave. However, Parker is a complex author; and so the guy might wind up becoming HER sexual slave. If the author were either SueNH or Ann Douglas, the guy would return the purse but would first look in the window of her house or apartment and discover her making love to her female roommate. He would probably knock on the door, and the purse's owner would recognize him as the author of several of her favorite stories on a prominent Internet newsgroup and would invite him to join the festivities. The sex would be explicitly described and wildly erotic, but nothing much kinkier than three-way sex. If the author were Backrub or one of the Ng sisters, the range of possibilities would expand rapidly, depending on the mood of the author. The guy might find Tammy's diary in the purse, read it, and insert himself into her love life. The purse would almost certainly contain at least one dildo and probably several other sextoys. {Indeed, if this were a story by May Anne Mohanraj, the story might be told from the perspective of the dildo.} The woman to whom the guy returns the purse might be a vampire. Almost certainly there would be passionate heterosexual activity, and it is not particularly likely that the guy would die during the ensuing action. If Wollstonecraft wrote the story, the guy would return the purse; but the woman would be either a nun or a member of a coven of witches. They would be hostile to him, until he offered to impregnate them all during a wild orgy, at which time they would become submissive but passionate. It is very possible that somebody might die during the ensuing orgies. If Mark Aster were the author, the girl would be Pat Allen, the lovely and vivacious older sister of the equally lovely and vivacious Julie Allen. When he returned the purse, the guy would find its owner making tender love to her sister and to an extremely sexy stud in a metaphorically rich environment. They would invite him to join the festivities, and the author would choreograph his orgasm to coincide emphatically with those of the Three Amigos. If Joe Parsons wrote this story, the guy would call the girl and have a really nice, erotic conversation with her. It would be a truly delightful conversation, but he would later receive a bill for $240. If this were Stephanie's story, the girl would really be a guy who just looked like a girl - actually, he would be both a guy and a girl. This would be the first of ? parts to be posted over a period of 14 months. If this were by Estragon, the plot would be similar to Stephanie's; but the number of parts would keep changing. If it were by Vickie Tern, the plot would again be similar, except that the girl would be a guy who had become a girl to please a wife who really wanted a girlfriend with whom she could pick up men. Also, the guy would be a hair stylist rather than a library assistant. In addition, the story would have been revised three times since Vickie first posted it yesterday. If this were written by Shelby Bush, the story would be a parody of "Murphy Brown." The guy would try to return the purse, but Murphy would be interviewing Ralph Nader, with whom she is secretly in love but cannot get off first base. I'm unclear on the specifics, but somehow during an early part of the story Hillary Clinton would become involved in a menage a trois with Murphy and Ralph, while the guy watched and masturbated with a defective dildo, which Nader would eventually work into a class-action lawsuit. Later, Dan Quayle would have trouble spelling the plural of dildo and would express the opinion that he was glad he studied Latin in high school, in case he wanted to have sex with a woman from Latin America. If this were an Uncle Mike story, it would still be a parody of Murphy Brown; but the guy would be a blind man whose dog would sodomize Murphy. Of course, if this were Deirdre's story, the man would return the purse, only to find its owner living in an old warehouse that she shared with seventeen other women who spent most of their time nakedly worshipping a female dom who fucked them anally with a large dildo shaped like a snake while their husbands hung by their feet from meat hooks and sucked each other's cocks. Although he would be the narrator of the story, the guy would never be seen again. If I wrote the story myself, the guy would return the purse to the woman, but she would be a bit of a jerk. She would leave on a date with someone else, but the guy would become attracted to her roommate - a socially mature, intelligent person who would discuss world politics with him over a banana split, which they would share. After dating for several months, he would propose to her. They would engage in heavy petting, but they would not have sexual intercourse until the night of their wedding, which would occur in a beautiful church in the presence of their fully clothed friends. None of their relatives (nor the priest) would have intercourse with either of them on their wedding night, but the couple would see metaphorical fireworks as they together explored the wonders of each other's bodies. If Dirty Dawg wrote the story, the plot would be similar to mine, except that the guy would first treat the girl badly, then realize ten years later what he had missed and make it up to her during a whirlwind courtship climaxing in tender, multiorgasmic sex. If Frank McCoy or The Bear were the author, the plot would again be similar to mine, except that the girl would be much younger - probably the guy's daughter. The Observer's plot would likewise be similar to mine; but it would be spread out over about six different stories and would have been edited by all the other authors mentioned in this review. If this were a porn movie instead of a short story, the woman would be Tori Wells, playing a character named either Eustacia Vye or Pussy Galore - both of which names have amazingly appeared in the non-censored media (one more amazingly than the other). The college kid would be played by a middle-aged fat guy, perhaps Ron Jeremy. Ron would follow Tori when she left the library, but we would never see her again - except on the jacket of the videotape. Ron would go through a door into a cheap motel room with a beautiful fireplace, where he would have oral sex with a listless woman named Randi Cunt, who very well might be the inspiration for all those dumb blonde jokes I see on rec.humor, while a Scandinavian guy with long blond hair and a black guy with a monster cock did a double penetration on her. The actual action would take about three minutes, but clever looping would consume fifteen minutes, while Randi said clever things like, "I love your big cock" and "Cum on my face." Indeed, all three men would cum externally, and Randi would rub the cum or a mixture of flour and water all over her body while she said things like "oooooo!" I apologize to all the authors whose works I did not satirize in the previous paragraphs - as well as to those whom I did mention. The story's actual plot was quite interesting and contained elements of several of my proposed story lines. One of Smith's main strengths is his ability to write highly literate and realistic stories from many different perspectives. I find him pleasantly difficult to predict. (Continued in 2/2) Path: newsfeed.direct.ca!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's Top Stories - July (2/2) Date: 8 Aug 1996 09:39:39 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 333 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4ucqmr$sik@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Status: N Celeste's Top 15 Stories - July 1996 (1/2) (Continued from 1/2) All I'll add about the plot is that I think it gives a nearly perfect treatment of romantic interracial sex. As I've said before, I am a white woman with a black brother-in-law whom I really enjoy knowing but who is not reputed to have unusual sexual proclivities. I get tired of reading stories that are labeled "interracial" in which black guys with "monster cocks" service white women or white guys screw black "sluts." This story takes a completely different (yet sexy and socially responsible) perspective on interracial sex. I think you'll enjoy reading this story. I certainly did. "Flying Nun: Decameron Minus 99" by Uncle Mike (fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu). Legend has it that in the days of yore - possibly back when television sitcoms were black and white - there existed a weekly series called "The Flying Nun." I know not who was in the show nor the content thereof; and so I cannot tell whether this story is a parody of that show, and so I shall respond to this as a tale of inspiration in its own right. This story tells of a poor farmer in a land called Italy who was possessed by a demon that revealed itself to the world through an appendage between the farmer's legs. One day a flying nun appeared from the sky, and on that and successive occasions the farmer persuaded the nun to help him draw the demon out of his body. The nun pursued her holy task with great vigor and through noble stratagems did indeed draw the bilious fluid of the demon out of the man; but alas on each occasion the demon had returned by the time of the nun's next visit, and the process of exorcism needed to be repeated many times. Fortunately, the nun enjoyed her holy chore and kept laboring at it with the patience of Jezebel. This is an excellent story. It reminds me that back when I was in Catholic elementary school we had to give our pastor a "Spiritual Bouquet" for his golden anniversary. He thanked our class, as he read it out loud: "....21 masses, 17 rosaries, 50 Our Fathers, 70 Hail Marys, 400 ejaculations...." And then he laughed. To us, an ejaculation was a short prayer, such as "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, pray for us." To our pastor the word had a more interesting meaning, which I suppose he heard about in the confessional. I don't think he thought the fifteen boys in our class were up to the task of 400 ejaculations prior to graduation. In retrospect, I don't think the nun who taught the class had any idea what the pastor was laughing about. "Gilligan's Island" by Shelby Bush (stbush@iglou.com). The previous two sexual parodies of sitcoms were good, but this one is the quintessential sexual parody. It is both humorous and erotic. As I read the story, I could easily imagine the actual characters on Gilligan's Island doing these things. It was really an excellent story. This makes it stand apart from some of the weaker parodies, in which the author simply takes the names of the characters and the general plot from the original story and has them do things that involve sex. How does a person write an excellent parody? I get the impression that Shelby Bush first of all enjoyed the shows he parodies. He became thoroughly familiar with the characters and the types of plots that were typical of the shows, and then asked himself, "What would happen if people in these shows were allowed to have sex?" The true genius lies in finding a creative plot and blending into that plot details that make the parody seem like a natural extension of the original show. This author does this very effectively, both in the present story and in several others that I have read. For example, I found it perfectly plausible to imagine Gilligan hiding in the bushes while Ginger took a bath under a waterfall. I could easily imagine Ginger being aware that Gilligan was there and doing subtle things to tease him. What would happen next - probably right before the commercial? Why, Ginger would bend over and display to the hidden observer the pink pucker of her asshole and the darkness of her nether lips below, and Gilligan would shoot his wad while falling backwards into a somersault, hitting his head on a tree and blacking out in preparation for the next scene. "The Hedonists" by Jonboy (jonboy@thepoint.net). I get skeptical about these stories sometimes. So when I brought my husband a beer during a commercial of the baseball game tonight, I said to him, "Imagine that you are a plumber and have to wait for an hour until the lady of the house returns. Her nubile step-daughter is lying by the pool and asks you to rub suntan lotion on her, and her movements cause her tiny black bikini to practically disappear into her the crack of her tight little ass. As you apply the lotion, you can smell the odor of sex permeating the air around you. Would you find this to be at all erotic?" "What does nubile mean?" he replied, as I handed him his beer and a bottle of baby lotion, flipped off the TV with the remote control, lay down with my naked ass easing out beneath my tee-shirt, and said, "The kids will be home at 8:30." Anyway, the basic premise of the story seems to be sound: at least some men would find this to be an erotic situation. Actually, the kids did not get home till 9:00 and the premise was more erotic than I had expected - either that or it contrasted really well with a boring baseball game; and so I didn't get back to reading this story until much later. By then it had occurred to me that since the title was plural, ole Dave would be checking the plumbing of both mother and daughter and possibly a few others unknown to me at that moment. By the way, Dave is a stud himself; so this is not a guy's only fantasy. In addition, he's apparently a union plumber: "You just charge us for the whole day," says Mom. "It would be worth twice the price to find an unusual man like yourself." As I understand it, Dave had five resounding orgasms within about five hours during his initial visit, and he also found time to fix a leaky pipe while the step-mother shaved her pussy in front of him. Fortunately, the ladies had no Kryptonite in their house. I have no idea how often the two woman came that first afternoon, but they were both pretty happy. Meanwhile, I was at the end of chapter 4 out of 10, and my husband was dead to the world after moving the earth only two times in 94 minutes. Then in chapter 5 Dave gets a hard-on thinking about his upcoming date with Vicki that evening, and so he has oral sex with his roommate (a guy) before he showers and heads off for his date in chapter 6. When Dave returns to the mansion at 7:00 the Three Amigos fondle, exchange tongues, and become pre-orgasmic; but they do NOT engage in full genital contact. Another orgasm at this time might strain credulity. The kids go out for pizza and Mom goes upstairs for her dildo - either that or she goes to a bar and takes on an entire basketball team before going to spend the evening in a sex club. The transitions are not perfectly clear here; and reality and fantasy merge. Chapter 7 explains the activities of the sex club - The Hedonists Society; and these would make an interesting story in themselves. In fact, chapter 7 SHOULD be a separate story; stylistically it's a major distraction, and I have no idea why the author felt the need to shove it into this story. Suffice it to say that these hedonistic little fuckers probably have a franchise in a city near yours - unfortunately, it's fictional. Meanwhile, back in the real "plot," Dave and Vicki go to a nightclub that has a "sexiest couple contest." Having already exceeded the limits of human sexual capacity, of course, they refrain from participating. Right! And I have a bridge in Brooklyn and some oceanfront property in Arizona that I'd like to sell you. Actually, they win the contest. This may not seem improbable, since the couple has refrained from full sexual copulation for nearly nine hours by the time the contest starts, but I forgot to tell you that they Dave had already cum three times immediately before the contest began. The dance contest scenario is especially well written. The author describes not only the antics of Dave and Vicki but also those of several other couples; and the various couples also interact with one another. And this hot sex is NOT a digression, but rather a contribution to the overall plot. An anthropologist at heart, Dave wins the contest with an ancient mating dance. It had a good beat and was easy to cum to. Dick Clark would give it a 99. To celebrate their victory, Vicki sucks Dave's cock to the verge of orgasm in the car on the way home; but he doesn't cum (again, we don't want to strain credulity). To wrap things up, Dave stays over with Vicki; and Mom wakes up and joins them for one final orgy. Assuming the story ends at, say, 4:00 a.m., Dave has had ten raging orgasms within 19 hours. Not bad for a plumber. A word of stylistic advice to the author: I don't see what is gained by referring to Vicki as "the sex crazed bitch" in the normal narrative. It makes sense to use this terminology to express DAVE's thoughts; but the author does a good job of giving an objective but hot description of events, and I think the evaluative reference weakens the presentation. Normally, when it is the author speaking we hear words like "the beautiful young woman" or even "the beautiful young woman whose cunt ached for his cock." A lot of authors do this. My advice is to consider what can be gained by using the appropriate words at the right times. {The following is fine: "OK, bitch!" Dave swore, "You want fucked. This is a fuck!" It's proper because these are DAVE's words, not the narrator's.} Not everything in the story was a turn-on for me. For example, I don't find it at all erotic to think of a guy pissing on me; and while swallowing cum seems sexy to me, gulping down a mouthful of piss does not. Likewise, sticking my finger and even my tongue into a pulsating ass is sexy; but I have no desire to have a guy dump his load on me. However, there was plenty of hot stuff, and I could have simply skimmed the less delectable parts. As I started this story, I was seriously considering docking the author for having no real plot - this story was just an excuse to talk about sex. But then I discovered that there really was a plot of sorts; and at the very least it was a damned good excuse to talk about sex. Then I said to myself that certainly I had to subtract a point or so for the lack of realism. I mean, I've read Kinsey and Masters & Johnson and some of the others; and not even Shere Hite thinks a guy who has already been having frequent sex can have this many orgasms. But what the hell! "High Noon" is a great movie, and nobody ever counts how many times Will Kane fires his six-shooter without reloading. Assuming there are people who want to read a story primarily to get themselves or a friend turned on, there may be a demand for this story! "A Lovely Girl" by Michael K. Smith (mksmith@taproot.win.net). This is a vivid story about a homicidal maniac who rapes a thirteen-year-old girl. The horror continues to build throughout the story until it reaches its full impact at the very end. What I truly appreciated about this story is that the author did not pretend that the little girl enjoyed any part of the experience. Rating the story was difficult. Its use of language was excellent; no problem there - 10. The plot was exceptionally well developed; again, no problem - another 10. But did I like it? Actually, I was repulsed by it. I definitely did not get turned on; and I hated the protagonist. My fervent hope is that nothing like the events depicted in this story should ever happen to anyone I love. So I didn't like it; but I did ADMIRE it. It conveyed to me an accurate description of the mind of a pervert; and I think I'm a better person because of the experience. And so, for appeal to reviewer - another 10. "My Wedding" by WouldBeBad (WouldBeBad@aol.com). The official wedding took place in the bride's parents' church, with a wedding march, candles, flowers, and lots of guests. In her vows she promised to obey Michael. To most of the people present, this was just a phrase in the traditional wedding vows. A select few who were invited to a separate ceremony later that day knew more specifically what that vow meant. The bride was a successful stoke broker, and she wanted no more stressful responsibility in her private life. She had told Michael that she would give herself to him in the privacy of their home if he would assume all the responsibility. He could have her as a sex slave, if that meant she didn't have to make decisions. This sounded like a bargain to Michael; and so now she stood naked except for a garter belt and a few sensual accouterments in front of a minister and an audience of 20 people - eager but apprehensive about what would happen next. This is not your ordinary wedding ceremony. I won't go into detail here. Use your imagination or read the story. It's very well written. "The Tape Slaves" by E (eman@best.com). Gina is a high school kid who puts on a set of headphones to listen to a tape. Poof! She has become a slave of the tapes. She will do everything the tapes say, and she will like it. It is also her responsibility to help see to it that everyone in the whole world becomes a slave. So what we have here is a sexual mind control story based on an electronic chain letter with a hedonistic Jehovah Witness twist. Gina immediately gets her brother and sister to listen to the tape. Then the three of them hold down Mom and make her listen. Then Dad is a pushover. The whole family having been converted, they head to the Community Center where they get more tapes. The Mom and Dad tapes program the Robinsons to have sexual fidelity only with each other. Except for acts which might harm someone, or force someone against their will, they have absolutely no sexual restrictions with each other. They will, however, never willingly engage in sex with anyone else, unless they are programmed to by a subsequent tape. They are also instructed to help their kids learn the joys of sex. Future tapes expand their circle of sex partners to include 500-3000 friendly people. Very quickly the whole world is converted. Rape and domestic abuse become quaint anachronisms. Problems like wars and tax fraud still persist; but as I read this I wasn't sure why nobody designed a tape to solve those kind of problems. I mean, there are major sociological theories that seriously argue that all wars are really fought so that men can achieve easier access to the higher status women or that if everyone had a good piece of ass there would be no time for wars. I figured the reason wars and other crimes persisted is because this is a sex story, not a sociological treatise. Actually, as I read on I discovered the answer was more complex. As I moved through the fifth and sixth chapters, I found this to be a simple but interesting example of either a Utopian or an anti-Utopian novel - depending on your point of view. As I read the story, I could just imagine millions of children clad in pristine nakedness, holding hands and singing If everyone fucked Just one little brother WHAT A GREAT WORLD THIS WOULD BE! Of course during different verses they would insert mother, father, sister, dog, etc., in order to express their full urge for complete harmony. And so as the story approached its midpoint, it was doing a nice job of presenting the Joys of Incest, of Lesbianism, of Anal Sex, and I was pretty sure a later chapter would get around to the Joys of Watersports. The story had made the simple assumption that people could listen to a taped message and have their lives immediately and completely transformed into an existence of complete happiness. I felt this would be nice; but I remembered getting a nun in high school pissed off when I told her that her version of heaven sounded boring - and what I see here is not much more interesting than "being eternally happy in the presence of God forever." And so as I went through the story, I began to resist the extreme hedonism; but then around chapter 12 I realized to my astonishment that the author was subtly agreeing with me! The New World Order of the Tapes wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Then suddenly at the end of Chapter 14, Gina became unprogrammed. This was a very interesting twist indeed. Then the story started taking more and more interesting twists. These twists are fun, and so I don't want to tell you about them. You'll have to read the story for yourself. This story is an interesting combination of sex, humor, and philosophical analysis. The author sucked me into the plot completely, and I enjoyed being fooled. Maybe this is a form of mind control! Earlier in the story I stated as one of my objections that absolute power corrupts absolutely, and in chapter 18 the author said the same thing to me. At first I thought this was a shallow story with good sex. Eventually I concluded it was a good story with good sex. If the sex weren't quite so good, this would be a best selling novel with Sandra Bullock starring in the movie version next year. "Trust Me!" by Vickie Tern (VickieTern@aol.com). The man has become fascinated with cross-dressing. Since he works alone out of his home, he is able to spend most of his daytime hours dressed in woman's garb. His wife, whom he loves dearly, has always been skeptical; but suddenly she has become supportive and has actively encouraged him to go even further - to live the life of a woman. The man can become the best friend that the wife always wanted. As the title suggests, his wife asks him to put his complete trust in her, and she will see to it that he gains the happiness he has been seeking. Things escalate. They go to spend a weekend at an expensive resort. The wife asks the man to trust her a little further. She confesses that she has been having sex regularly with Ben, her boss. Ben is the greatest lay a girl could ever hope for, and she's going to spend the entire night with him in the adjacent room. In fact if a day or two passes when they don't make love, she starts to daydream about him and can't tend to business. But so that the man won't feel left out, the wife is going to ask Ben to make love to him first. She wants her husband (or girlfriend - or whatever he/she is now) to make love to Ben with real desire in every move. And she wants the husband to watch them fuck at least once, before they close him out and do their private things together for the rest of the night. Infidelity has been redefined as sharing! This author specializes in stories about women who know what they want and what other people really want, and who know how to sell it to them. This is another good, clever story of that genre. This author also specializes in introducing unusual (almost grotesque) complexities that actually make sense. As this story evolves, there are a huge number of additional plot details and explanations that I haven't mentioned. I didn't find them to be exactly erotic; but I did find them to be extremely creative. When I got to the end, everything actually did make sense. I am not interested in changing my gender, nor am I attracted to living my life with a man who becomes a woman. Since this is a long story, I was unable to finish it last night; and so I went to bed and woke up my husband and asked him if he thought I would still love him if he became a woman. Usually when I wake him up after reading a story he humps me like a madman; but this story did not have that impact. I figured maybe it was a complex thought for the middle of the night; and so I asked him again at breakfast. He said, "Certainly!" Then he kissed me and suggested that I read a different story.