Jenny and the Ape is now Unbanned
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May 19, 2012 9:39 pm
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Chapter 8 of Jenny in Costa Rica is now approved and is posted in the erotic stories section of the alt. Magazine at this link Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter  after a bit of judicious pruning that did not involve the deletion of a single word, but did require the substitution of a few *s in place of a few letters. Afraid you'll have to figure out what the words are. Some of you whose lips get tired when you read more than a page of anything may have difficulty. The rest will, I am confident, do fine.
The entire story from the beginning is indexed at the bottom of this page. If you haven't read it yet, you should start from chapter 1.
Chapter 8 appears a few posts below this one, if you can't make it to the magazine.
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A New Jenny Chapter is up (Jenny and the Ape)
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May 18, 2012 8:20 am
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I just submitted a new chapter for the Erotic Stories section of the Alt. Magazine continuing Jenny's adventures in Costa Rica chronicling the first part of her encounter with the ape. I'll add the link here once it is approved. I had posted the new chapter 8 immediately below this post, but the alt. monkeys banned it, so if you want to read it kittens, I'll email it to you if you leave me your email address in my private mailbox below Private Messages, where it will remain concealed.
I sent this segment to Jenny for her review. Here is her response:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
That pic is exactly how I imagined being FUCKED by the Ape!!!!!
I have used your story over and over to cum at night putting me to sleep so fuckin soundly
I taste the cum on my lips then left there for the ape, mmmmm my pussy being licked, my hips raise as I touch myself feeling that huge tongue, touching my tits pinching my nipples, imagining his huge cock entering my mouth, sucking sucking sucking till he explodes in my mouth then with cum dripping from my lips his cock enters me and I pull him in deeper and deeper my body thrashing as the Ape fucks me over and over mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm tears me away them I awake as a fuckin display to be fucked for the pleasure of the Ape and the people on the other side of the windows
A fuck toy!
Removed from the display, then used by the people at the fund raiser.......a true whore
Damn I hope they have let you put the story up at alt!
The other chapters of the story are indexed at the bottom of this page, for those of you who haven't been following it. I suggest you start at the beginning.
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Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 8)
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May 18, 2012 8:12 am
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You are only half awake as you feel Adam applying liquid to your labia and your lips. You inhale the scent of your own pussy. You recognize the bottle. It is the same one that he had removed from the chain attached to your pussy: the one that he had used to collect your vaginal secretions. He is anointing your pussy and mouth with your own vaginal juices. What is going on? You drift back to sleep.
“What’s that for?” I ask Adam.
“The ape.”
“What?”
“It’ll attract the ape.”
“To her mouth? To her pussy? What the hell? I didn’t bring her here to be fucked in the pussy, much less in the mouth, by a fucking ape. Do you realize what a prize she is? She’s a beautiful, sweet, unfailingly willing and cooperative little whore. She’s worth a fortune back in Washington.”
“A week ago you were complaining that the bitch had walked out on you. Left you without a word. Can’t you make up your mind?”
“You saw how compliant she was tonight, the way she let them all take her, do what they wanted with her. She’s a gold mine.”
“She’s a whore and slut, a very lovely whore and slut to be sure, but she’s under contract to me. She’s my whore and slut, and I need her to capture the ape.”
“How the hell are you going to do that?”
”Tonight she goes out onto the raised platform in the jungle. Her own juices are like a pheromone to the ape. They’ll not only attract him, they’ll render him harmless.”
“How the hell . . . ?”
“I’ve talked to village headmen all through the jungle near here. They all tell the same story. The ape becomes ferocious in rutting season. He raids their villages. They pacify the ape by offering him young women bathed in their own vaginal secretions. As he inhales their fragrance, he becomes intoxicated. He exhausts his rage by ravishing the women, and then enters a trance and stumbles quietly into the jungle for another year.”
“That’s the damnedest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.”
“I’ve invested several million dollars in this mission based on that 'bullshit.' Wait until tonight. See that net in the trees?”
“What about it?”
“That net will drop over the ape as it approaches her. He won’t even touch her.”
“Then what difference does it make where on her body you put her juices? Why coat her pussy and lips with them?”
“The chiefs say to do it that way. The ape has an amazing sense of smell. If the woman is not anointed properly, it won’t approach her.”
“Forget it, I’m canceling the contract. Use the maid if you need a woman.”
“I need Jenny. She’s perfect. Besides, it’s too late. The ape will be here soon. There’s no time to change women. I’ll tell you what. I’ll double her contract fee. You’ll make more than twice as much in profit.”
“Double? Well, she does need the money. You’re sure she won’t be hurt.”
“Absolutely not. When the ape approaches from the jungle, the net will drop on him before he gets close to her.”
“What if the net misses?”
“There’s another net above her. If he gets to her, that one will drop on him, and I’ll shoot him through the net with a tranquilizer dart, or if the net misses the ape, it will cover her and protect her from him, and I’ll still shoot him with a tranquilizer dart. If I have to, I’ll shoot him with a rifle and kill him to protect her.”
I knew damned well Adam was never going to kill that ape, but I let my excitement over the prospect of seeing the ape captured, and the profit Adam was offering, cloud my judgment.
“You’re sure you know what you’re doing?”
“I have a whole zoo full of exotic animals. I’ve never failed yet to capture one. This one will be my prize. Now stand aside. I need to take her to the platform.”
Adam carries your naked body to a stone altar-like table on the wooden platform that stretches out from the cliff near the lodge into the jungle canopy. He lays you on your back and secures your wrists with ropes to two posts that stand at the head of the stone table. Your hips rest on the edge of the table. Your legs dangle down. He presses them apart, exposing your pussy to the ape’s view, but does not tie them. Your head hangs down over the back of the stone table. Several of his men had already baited the limbs of the overhanging trees with your scent. The trap was set.
You moan. “What’s happening?”
Adam feels his cock stiffen as he gazes at your temptingly parted lips. He looks up into the darkened canopy. A large shadowy figure appears to be crouched next to the trunk of a tree whose branches reach out over the platform. Adam smiles.
“Nothing to worry about. I want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck it, Jenny.”
You smile and try to move your hands to caress Adam’s cock.
“Why are my wrists tied?”
“Just a little game, Jenny. Now take my cock in your mouth.”
You open your lips dutifully and accept Adam’s engorged penis into the depths of your mouth. You suck contentedly as he caresses your head. Then he begins to copulate with your mouth. To your surprise, you feel his penis begin to convulse. You swallow as the organ pumps its contents into your mouth. You start to lick your lips as he pulls out.
“No. Leave your lips coated like that, and don’t move. You mustn’t move or speak.”
“Why not, Master?” you ask groggily.
“The ape is near. If you alarm him, we don’t know what he will do, but if you remain still and perfectly quiet, you’ll be completely safe, and the ape will be overcome by the intoxicating fumes of your essence and fall into a trance, and I’ll capture him.”
“What? Where’s Jack? Where’s my real Master?”
“I’m your Master, now, Jenny, remember? Your other master contracted you to me until the ape is captured.”
“I don’t like this. I don’t want to be tied. I want Jack. I want my real Master.”
“It’s too late. We’ll be right there, Jack and I, just behind you. I have nets and tranquilizer guns and rifles. The ape won’t hurt you. Quite the contrary. He’ll be completely smitten by you.”
“I don’t think I want to be naked anywhere near an ape that’s ‘smitten’ by me.”
“I need to get out of sight. Don’t be frightened. I’ll be right nearby.”
With that, Adam leaves you on the platform, alone and naked, to listen to the sounds of the jungle, which don’t sound nearly as exotic as they had in the daytime.
You try to keep your eyes fixed on the canopy at the end of the platform, which Adam said the ape would approach from. It is hard. Your head hangs down over the end of the stone table, making it difficult to see the canopy that stretches above the platform beyond the foot of the table. You don’t understand why the table is so short that your legs hang off of one end while your head hangs down from the other. The night wears on, and you grow sleepy. Your head drops back. You doze off.
Meanwhile, Adam watches intently. He stares unblinkingly at the platform where you lie, naked, legs spread, pussy lips splayed, your scent wafting toward the surrounding jungle. Suddenly he hears a thump above his head. In another instant it is too late. Accompanied by a fierce roar and a smashing sound, a huge figure drops directly through the thatched roof of the cabana and onto his back. He is unconscious before he hits the floor. For good measure the ape picks up his limp body and hurls it against the wall.
You awake to the sound of heavy breathing just above your head. You freeze in terror as the breathing comes closer. Suddenly you feel a tongue touch your neck. You flinch and stifle a scream. The tongue traveles down your neck. It circles one breast. A pair of very large lips fasten onto one nipple and began to suck as the tongue flicks over it. The lips open, releasing your nipple. The tongue circles the nipple once more, then moves to the other one. The moon comes out from behind the clouds and illuminates the huge figure of a great ape, hovering over you. The story is true! You are terrified!
You strain desperately against the ropes around your wrists. They hold you firmly. You try to stay very still, hoping the beast will just sniff at you, then go back into the forest. The ape bends forward, imitating what it had seen the man do. His tongue follows the trail of vaginal juices that the man had left on your body. His tongue is almost gentle as he explores your belly and follows the trail lower down your body. You relax slightly, and find yourself enjoying the ape's ministrations. He sniffs your vaginal crevice. The scent is strong. The beast’s huge member, nestled next to your head, begins to stiffen and grow. Slowly it begins to protrude from its black sheath, its slick pink surface glistening in the bright moonlight. You shudder as the immense organ expands right next to your cheek. You stare at it, mesmerized, enthralled by its size. The ape looks down at you, at the mixture of fear and fascination in your eyes as they stared transfixed at his immense penis. You can’t help yourself. You begin to salivate. You lick your lips. The organ stiffens in response as the beast remembers the man’s cock and what it had observed the man doing to your mouth with it.
You feel drawn to the ape’s cock. You turn your head and stretch your neck so your lips can touch the tip of the distended organ. The ape growls. Terrified, you open your mouth. The ape growls again. You extend your tongue and lick the ape’s c**k with it. The ape caresses your head with its paw. You exhale and close your lips around the immense bulbous tip of the ape’s organ and begin to s**k. The ape bends over your body. His mouth finds your labia. His tongue probes your vaginal slit. Your body shudders. You arch your hips and the tongue plunges deep inside of your pussy. You suck harder on the ape’s p*nis, and, in response, the beast begins to move its hips forward, then back, then forward again, gently cop*lating with your mouth. You moan around this immense object that is slowly forcing its way into your mouth.
You continue to stay very still, but when the ape licks and then s**ks on your clitoris, control is impossible. You try desperately to hold still as you suck on the ape’s c**k, but the ape is slurping and sucking on your pussy and clit, and sticking his hard, massive tongue far inside your vaginal tunnel, deep into your body. You struggle to suppress your orgasm. You can’t. You shudder repeatedly as the snakelike tongue lashes back and forth as it plunges deep into your vaginal channel. Your pussy explodes. Your body begins to thrash. You buck your hips upward, trying to f**k the apes tongue with your pussy. Your sudden movement startles the ape. It jumps back away from you and growls.
The ape is in the open. It is an easy shot for an expert marksman. I must be watching. Adam is certainly watching. You can’t understand why no one shoots. No one comes to rescue you. Slowly you realize something has gone wrong. You are alone. You are on your own with this immense creature and the only chance you have to stay alive is to satisfy this beast’s desire for you by becoming his mate. You take a deep breath. You feel a sense of calm come over you as you steel yourself to do what you have to do.
The ape approaches you cautiously. He seems confused about what to do next. He s**ks on your pussy. You writhe your hips and moan. He backs off and stares at you, stroking his immense cock. You stare at his cock.
“Come on, boy, come over here,” you croon. The ape approaches again. Once more he licks your clit, then moves away again as you almost climax. You stare at his cock as he strokes it. Your pussy is throbbing. You were so close to coming. You wonder what it would be like to have that immense cock inside of you. Certainly it couldn’t be as bad as the frustration you are feeling now. You remember seeing apes mating at the zoo. Like other animals, they mated from behind. That must be why he won’t mount you. You’re tied down on your back. At first you’re relieved that you are on your back, but after the ape teases you for the fourth time that relief is little comfort.
The next time he teases you with his tongue, you wrap your legs around his neck and try to hold his mouth to your cl*t. The ape shakes your legs off and climbs onto the table. As he stands above you on all fours, he bends down to suck on your nipple. The tip of his cock touches your throbbing cl*t. You flinch. The ape, sensing you are about to come, starts to back away. Without thinking, you use your legs to pull him back down to you. You wrap your legs around his waist. Your heels dig into his back. You arch your back and thrust your hips upward. When you do, the tip of his c**k enters your warm pussy. The ape stops, startled. Then he looks into your eyes. For the first time you are staring directly into the ape's eyes. He sees your terror. He snarls in triumph, and thrusts his c**k deep into your womb.
The pain is like nothing you have ever felt before – you scream, but the ape is not intimidated. Having his c**k inside you drives him into a frenzy. Balanced on his front knuckles, he thrusts his c**k into you again and again. He pounds and stretches your sore pussy faster and harder. You are so shocked by what is happening that you can’t think. Your body reacts instinctively. It begins to respond to the ape. Your hips rise up to meet his. You feel the first waves of an orgasm like none you have ever had. When you finally come, your pussy clamps down on the ape's c**k. It explodes inside of you. The ape shoots five or six huge batches of his c*m deep into your pussy. The c*m squirts out of your pussy and drenches your legs and body and pools on the stone table under you. You feel as if your lungs are about to explode. You breathe rapidly, but you can't breathe fast enough. Your heart is pounding.
The ape pulls his c**k out of you and moves up your body toward your head. His cock, drenched in his own cum and your vaginal juices, hangs down above your mouth as you pant heavily and try to catch your breath. You stick your tongue out tentatively and lick his c**k. The ape makes a soft, low growling sound and nudges his cock toward your mouth. You open your mouth, and take his c**k into it.
The ape pushes his c**k deeper into your mouth. Then he reaches up and snaps the ropes holding your wrists as if they were twine. He wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you and carries you on his shoulder as he lumbers into the dark jungle.
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If you missed the earlier chapters of Jenny's adventures in Costa Rica, you can find them at this link No Way Out - Belle de Jour - Jenny. The background for the development of this chapter and those which follow is developed in these posts on my blog Jenny - Tricky, Janny's Urges, , along with the original chapter eight Jenny in Costa Rica (Original Final Chapter -- Ch. . This email that I got from Jenny today, however, was the clincher that made me decide that this chapter deserved to be written:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
That pic is exactly how I imagined being F**KED by the Ape!!!!!
I have used your story over and over to cum at night putting me to sleep so fuckin soundly
I taste the cum on my lips then left there for the ape, mmmmm my pussy being licked, my hips raise as I touch myself feeling that huge tongue, touching my tits pinching my nipples, imagining his huge c**k entering my mouth, sucking sucking sucking till he explodes in my mouth then with cum dripping from my lips his c**k enters me and I pull him in deeper and deeper my body thrashing as the Ape f**ks me over and over mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm tears me away them I awake as a fuckin display to be fucked for the pleasure of the Ape and the people on the other side of the windows
A fuck toy!
Removed from the display, then used by the people at the fund raiser.......a true whore
Damn I hope they have let you put the story up at alt!
The photo Jenny refers to is here with this post on my blog. I couldn't post it with the story in the Magazine where it belongs. Is this a great site or what?
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So, Kittens, let me know what you think (Guys, don't bother. I know what you wankers think.  ) Do you agree with Jenny's reaction to the story above? Do you want to see what happens to Jenny in the next chapter? (I'll bet none of the girls agree with Jenny, but all of them want to see what happens next. )
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A Soft Day
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May 11, 2012 9:07 pm
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Wednesday was what the Irish call a soft day.
It started off with sunshine in the morning, but soon clouded over. As the clouds gathered the light lessened and the color of the lake began to take on the reflected greens of the surrounding trees. She arrived about 2, late, but about when I expected her. She'd had a photo shoot in the morning with a friend of mine, and he hates to let her go as much as I do. We don't adhere to rigid schedules. We had 3 varieties of cheese with a bottle of Coppola Claret. By the time we finished a soft rain had begun to fall. We got undressed and lugged the 12x12 awning down to the hot tub deck. With a little improvisation to allow for the different levels, it sheltered the sunken 8x8 hot tub perfectly, so we climbed happily in and resumed our frolic. sipping our drinks and listening to the sounds of the waterfall and the incredible voice and musical arrangements of Israel Kamakawiwoʻole as they echoed across the lake and were reflected back by the surrounding trees. It was like being in our own private Hawaii. I had my usual summer drink: Tanqueray and tonic and she had her favorite Lagavulin single-malt scotch with two cubes of ice made from water from my spring to crack the flavor.
Afterward we took the awning down and left it upside-down in the basement to drain dry, then clambered back up the stairs to the cabin. I put on the Harry Connack CD she had given me years ago when she had become annoyed that I had thought Michael Buble was a better singer (she was right, of course) and we danced as he sang "Save the Last Dance for Me." I love to hold her (she insisted that I at least let her wear her cork-soled high heels that raised her height 3"). She has the most amazing body (you'll see her photos here and there on my blog). I fixed dinner while she showered and we talked about everything imaginable and danced some more.
It was getting late and she had to get home after we finished the brownies she made and my coffee (I forgot to prepare the expresso in the expresso maker she had given me on a past birthday ), so we had to forego the massage she had planned to give me. Fortunately she will be back next week. We both have Monday - Wednesday free.
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Love Among The Ruins
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May 6, 2012 8:56 pm
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This seems to be my day for recalling poetry.
A post by a one-time Hawaii geisha, now in West Virginia, reminded me of my favorite poem by Robert Browning. It combines my love of ancient history with my ideal of life in nature with one perfect woman. Through all of my journey through Polynesia, North America, Asia, Iberia, the Antipodes, the vision of a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair followed:
"And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve
Smiles to leave
That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair
Waits me there
In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul
For the goal,
When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb
Till I come.
When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,
Either hand
On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace
Of my face,
Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech
Each on each.
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!
Love is best."
I can visualize myself coming once more upon the ancient ruins of a city and hearing the roar of the crowd as the chariots race toward the goal, seeing the glint of the sun on the points of a thousand spears, and then all of that fading with the sound of a sheep's bell and the vision of a beautiful girl kneeling naked in the ruins, head bowed, eyes lowered until she sees my feet standing before her, then rising to enter my embrace and take away all the cares of the world. It is that vision that I plan to recreate in my mountain hideaway in June, where she will look, breathless, dumb, till I come. Ojala!
I.
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop--
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Of our country's very capital, its prince
Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
Peace or war.
II.
Now,--the country does not even boast a tree,
As you see,
To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills
From the hills
Intersect and give a name to, (else they run
Into one)
Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires
Up like fires
O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall
Bounding all,
Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed,
Twelve abreast.
III.
And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass
Never was!
Such a carpet as, this summer-time, o'erspreads
And embeds
Every vestige of the city, guessed alone,
Stock or stone--
Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe
Long ago;
Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame
Struck them tame;
And that glory and that shame alike, the gold
Bought and sold.
IV.
Now,--the single little turret that remains
On the plains,
By the caper overrooted, by the gourd
Overscored,
While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks
Through the chinks--
Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time
Sprang sublime,
And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced
As they raced,
And the monarch and his minions and his dames
Viewed the games.
V.
And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve
Smiles to leave
To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece
In such peace,
And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey
Melt away--
That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair
Waits me there
In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul
For the goal,
When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb
Till I come.
VI.
But he looked upon the city, every side,
Far and wide,
All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades'
Colonnades,
All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,--and then,
All the men!
When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,
Either hand
On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace
Of my face,
Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech
Each on each.
VII.
In one year they sent a million fighters forth
South and North,
And they built their gods a brazen pillar high
As the sky,
Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force--
Gold, of course.
Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
Earth's returns
For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!
Shut them in,
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!
Love is best.
__Robert Browning
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Invictus
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May 6, 2012 2:58 am
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I don't need this, but I think somebody I care about does.
Maybe it's you:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
__William Ernest Henley
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The Fall Foliage Around my Cabin
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Oct 27, 2010 11:33 am
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The Fall colors are close to their peak in the Blue RIdge Mountains of Northern Virginia where I have built my little woodland hideaway. The lake has finally gotten too cold to swim in (as I found out yesterday when I got one hell of a brain freeze when I tried to do the backstroke -- lol). So the only water I'll be in while enjoying the fall colors until late next spring will be in my spa, unless I buy a wet suit. The view of the lake from the cabin side is on page 2. The amazing young woman who is my frequent companion in this magical place appears in the photo above and in a few others I have posted here and there, e.g. Friday pics... 7 of 6... the bonus pic (it's among the comments). The deer whose antics amuse and fascinate me perform for you on page 2 as well.
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Exquisite Agony
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Oct 25, 2010 11:28 am
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You lie on your back across the bed, naked, with your head on my bare thigh. Your stiff, tingling, excruciatingly tender nipples scream out to your brain in pain as the fierce clamps bite deep into them and the chains attached to them jump and sway on your torso, each movement multiplying your agony. Your hand grips my cock. You glance at it out of the corner of your eye, but your anxious gaze returns instantly to my hand as the split-bamboo cane rises, then strikes sharply, landing directly on the tender wet crevice of your pussy where the fingers of your other hand dutifully hold your labia apart so the bamboo can bite deeply into your tiny, bulbous, quiverling clitoris. You turn your face to my cock and kiss it hard, stifling your scream against it's stiffness as the excruciating pain shoots from your cunt to your tortured nipples and your body twitches involuntarily and you writhe and your hips rise as if perversely welcoming the agony. Your tongue slides out of your mouth and caresses the glans. licking eagerly as you pray desperately that your abject submission will somehow lead me to not strike your defenseless pussy again. You end your kiss and turn your face upward once more. The tears glisten in your eyes. You blink them back. Then they widen in fear as you see the cane rise once again. You force yourself to spread your knees wider, opening your pussy for the next strike. Your fingers tremble, but they hold your labia apart as the incredible pain of the next strike drives through your clitoris, up to your nipples and on up your body into your brain, and you turn your head sharply and press your lips firmly once more against my cock and moan as you feel your hips writhe and the chains tug at your clamped nipples. Your tongue licks eagerly. You taste the slickness of my precum. You feel my cock begin to tremble in your hand. You squeeze it as it begins to throb. Your tongue licks some more, sliding around the cockhead. Suddenly my cock fountains and you jam it into your mouth, mewling softly as you suck eagerly, drinking down each powerful surge of ejaculate that pumps into your mouth. You glance out of the side of your eye at my face, contorted in ecstasy as each burst of ejaclate fountains into your mouth, and mewl once more with the satisfaction of knowing that your pain has brought me so fully to climax in your mouth.
Then, as you feel my cock throb in your mouth, you feel your pussy spasm, and your own climax radiates out from your pussy through your legs, your torso, your arms, to your toes and your fingers and you raise your hips repeatedly, thrusting upward as you feel my fingers cup your cunt, catching the gushing squirts of your orgasm. You turn your head and look up into my eyes. You open your lips and smile, showing me the ejaculate that has pooled there. My hand rises from your cunt and I hold my fingers above your mouth. You stick out your tongue and lick your succulent juices from my fingers, then witdraw it into your mouth and taste the pungent flavor of your pussy as your ejaculate mixes in your mouth with mine. You smile again as my cock continues to fountain onto your lips, dribbling the last of its nearly spent semen onto your face as you try to open your mouth once more to catch each last prescious, delicious drop.
Slowly, the throbbing pain from your clitoris and nipples returns. Your eyes sparkle with tears, but you arch your back and raise your hips, spreading your knees wide and holding your glistening, slick, wet labia apart to show that you are ready once more to suffer the next strike of the split-bambo stalk on your trembling, pulsating pussy if your agony will bring me once more to climax deliciously in your mouth and generate your own responding shattering orgasm. You touch your clitoris with one fingertip. It throbs as if it were on fire.
"Please," you whisper. "How many?" "Two more." "Yes," I respond, "then your clitoris will be raw enough for me to fuck your sweet pussy."
You gasp. "Oh, no," you moan. You know that with two more strokes your clitoris will be so savagely punished it will be a fountain of pain. To be fucked in that condition will be an agony beyond belief. "Yes, my love, hold very still now. If you make me miss I will have to start again." You grip my cock tighter with your hand. It is already beginning to stiffen. You feel your whole body tremble as you spread your legs dutifully and await the next strike with such fear that your heart begins to hammer in your chest like the pounding of a pile driver.
(Note: There is a trick here, that those who have not lived in and studied the cultures of Asia and the Pacific may not be aware of)
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No Way Out - Belle de Jour - Jenny
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Oct 12, 2009 3:27 am
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Some of my readers have found it more enjoyable to read the formatted, punctuated, version of my "No Way Out" story that I have posted in the "Erotic Stories" section of the Magazine. The original, posted earlier here, was created in a stream-of-consciousness, unpunctuated style as I raced to get it written. For those of you new to the story, it revolves around the misfortune of a beautiful, successful young happily married woman who makes one irretrievable mistake and involves an extensive cast of memorable characters, of a sort not usually found in stories on this site.
The most satisfying part of writing this series has been the interchange I have enjoyed as a result with the women who have followed the story. They are in many ways the actual lead character. I hope you will join their company, and the exchange of commentary that we have started together.
For your convenience I have created an indexed link to these chapters below:
No Way Out - Day One (Part one)
No Way Out - Day One (Part two)
No Way Out - Day One (Part three)
No Way Out - Day One (Part four)
No Way Out - Day One (Part five)
No Way Out - Day One (part 6)
No Way Out - Day One (part 7)
No Way Out - Day One (part
No Way Out - Day One (part 9)
No Way Out - Day One (part 10)
No Way Out - Day One (part 11)
No Way Out - Day Two (part 1)
No Way Out - Day Two (part 2)
No Way Out - Day Two (part 3)
No Way Out - Day Two (part 4)
No Way Out, Day Two - Part 5
No Way Out - Day Two (part 6)
No Way Out - Day Two (part 7)
No Way Out - Day Two (part
No Way Out - Day Two (part 9)
No Way Out, Day Two - Part 10
No Way Out, Day Two - Part 11
No Way Out, Day Two - Part 12
No Way Out, Day Two - Part 13
No Way Out, Day Two - Part 14
No Way out, Day Two - Part 15
Belle de Jour
Belle de Jour 2
Belle de Jour 3
Belle de Jour 4
Belle de Jour 5
Belle de Jour 6
Belle de Jour 7
Belle de Jour 8
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 1)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 2)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 3)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 4)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 5)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 6)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter 7)
Jenny in Costa Rica (Chapter
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