1984

[ManOSafety]

Charles

Looking out the window, I watch the clouds rolling in, thinking that in some way it matches my mood. I know I should be happy about being selected for marriage, but it just doesn't feel right. Maybe if I knew the woman...

Turning away from the window, I take a sip of my coffee and glance casually around the coffee shop, not really seeing anybody, just looking around.

 

[Minstrel]

Brian

Oh!

I knew there was one of those reporting booths right next to the little shabby coffee shop.

It's all so easy. You lift the handle, report your problem, hang up and go. Sometimes I wonder if they can find out who you are... By comparing voice samples, taking fingerprints, maybe a camera hidden in the booth? No, they don't ask for your name, no.

Pulling the coat further up, to protect me from the wind and rain or to protect me from eyes?

Anyway, I feel the slip of paper in my pocket. I must report it, I must! The street is empty... I wonder if anybody in the coffee shop can watch me. I never did this before!

Slip into the booth, lift the handle, wait. For seconds...

A voice: "How can we help you, citizen?" "I want to report a ..." My voice failed.

"How can we help you, citizen?" the voice was inquiring. Strange, it sounded exactly like the first time, no change in expression nor intonation.

"I want to report a probably illegal piece of writing that I got some 15 minutes ago." How could I explain I didn't report it immediately? I totally forgot about this possibility. Will the voice ask?

"I see you're in booth #195. What is you name, citizen?" What shall I answer? Will they prosecute me for not reporting earlier? I feel panic rising, my throat closing.

"Answer, citizen! We will be with in some moments and help you clarify the situation." "I'll leave the slip here, look for yourself!" Drop the handle.. I have to run before they come here.

Tossing a piece of paper on the floor of the booth, I run... Just a side look into the windows of the coffee shop. Did anybody watch me? Recognize me even?

No. Just few people in there... Mostly looking down onto their mugs, good, good!

Must run...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

OOC: sexmaniac, are you still with the thread? Please let me know, either here or by email. Thanks.

 

[intriguess]

Cynthia

I opened my eyes and there he was, sitting there sipping a drink. Looking as if he didn't know he was about to be married. I shivered and the cup spilled some of the hot licquid on my hand and I licked it off pulling my hands quickly into my coat trying not to attract notice.

 

[ManOSafety]

Charles

As my gaze slips over the room, I notice a movement out of the window and see a man run away, his coat pulled tight against the chill. Pondering his actions for a moment, I shrug, realizing as I did that I probably should care what he's done as a good citizen, but finding that I don't. Apparently the news of this wedding has begun to affect me more than I thought.

My thoughts turn inward as I turn my eyes back onto the small crowd in the coffee shop, noticing a rather attractive woman licking her hand before sticking it in her pocket, I wonder what that was about?

 

[intriguess]

Cynthia

I stood a little unsure of what I should do, should I introduce myself? had he seen me? my insides were jumbled. I stood and walked slowly over to him leaving my cup behind. "evening Citizen," I softly greeted him with, "Nice day for a walk." I murmur and head to the door just beyond him. Not able to bring myself to introduce myself in the cafe.

 

[ManOSafety]

Charles

I look up as I sense someone walking my way, a bit startled to see the woman I noticed licking her hand crossing towards my table. I'm even more astonished when she speaks to me, "Evening citizen, a lovely day for a walk," and continues on out of the coffee shop. What is that about?

Too intrigued, and too foolish to care what a good citizen would do, I decide to follow this woman. If I'd stopped to think about it, I'd never have done this, this is the type of thing that a good citizen would never do. But ever since that letter came I've found myself doing more and more things that a good citizen wouldn't do.

Exiting the shop, I stuff my hands into my coat pockets and look around, trying to spot this woman. Thinking I spy her about a half-block ahead, I turn to my right and start walking that way, fairly quickly, but hopefully not fast enough to arouse suspicions.

 

[intriguess]

Cynthia

I walk fast at first my heart pounding. Who knew what kind of man he was, personality had been summer up by a lack of a criminal record and the fact that he never missed a day of work. So much had been lacking in that file yet here I was heading home trying not to think about him. I took a deep breath as I rounded the last corner to my efficient appartment.

 

[Minstrel]

Brian

Quickly turning around the corner that leads me away from this coffee shop. Still not sure if no one watched me... Well, why? Just did my citizen's duty.

Now near the street where my room is, just some moments. Running up the stairs and as always the door recognizes me and opens swiftly... But if the door somehow recognizes me, why shouldn't the phone? Where have my thoughts been?

Just a table, a bed and the transmission screen... as always. The ongoing broadcasts about the triumph of the Big Brother... he's caring about us, about me... he won't let me down, no! It's good to see the face on the screen, a wise man, ageless, white hair already, but young eyes looking down at me, scrutinizing, yet radiating a feeling of being safe.

Glad I left the piece of paper in the booth. The Big Brother will know how to deal with it. My views are too limited to deal with subversive activities properly, I know this.

It's already around 7 in the evening, so I could just relax and spend time before the screen. Sometimes I think he can actually watch me. Just change clothes, have something to eat and then back to the screen. Hang the jacket into the closet... Wait! Seems there's another piece of paper in it!

No! What did I leave in the booth? Could be a receipt or any slip of paper I came around over the day. But definitely not the one that I found under the door. It had a definite feeling to it, not as soft and cold as the paper we normally use. More like something ripped off a wrapping paper, rough and coarse. I left the wrong one in the booth!

Trembling with fear and excitement, I don't know what to do. If the Big Brother could see me over the screen, it would be terrible if I just took it out and read it. No! That's not an option, no.

I could just take it from the pocket and drop it onto the closet floor. Yes, this might work. Why am I already determined to actually read it? It's floating down, I bend down like I would pick up something...

Reading "Tonight at 2 at the oak tree near the Big Brother's monument!"


OOC: No idea where this is eventually leading to, but I start to enjoy it.

 

[catlover]

Frank

From the distant black door I emerged. "Hello Wendy, I'm Frank- the leader of this chapter of CUM. Please come into my office. We need to talk privately."

When entered and seated in my rather rather sparse office, I identified myself as the leader of this chapter of CUM, and she was at our local headquarters. "I am also a Major in the Thought Police and therefore have full access to all records and information coming into that office as well."

"It has come to our attention that you are a logical candidate for membership in our group.We sent James to make the contact and apparently you two have good vibes and even kissed in full public view, although we have a full picture on hand clearly showing your face for identification. You did exactly the right thing in leaving abruptly asnd going to your apartment, where you seemed to have difficulty winding down from that event."

"In fact, out sensors in your apartment clearly indicate a sensory odor of feminine sexual arousal, and the infra-red cameras over your bed indicate physical movement that had to be manipulation of your genitalia. These reports have been removed from last night's accumulation in the Thought Police Headquarters- you might like to have a look at them and comment."



[Edited by catlover on 02-04-2001 at 08:33 AM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

I was still quite distraught when the far door opened and a man emerged. For a split second I wanted to scream. The first thought that came to my mind was that James had lied to me, that he really was a Thought Police agent and had set me up to be arrested. “Hello Wendy,” said the man. “I’m Frank – the leader of this chapter of CUM. Please come into my office. We need to talk privately.”

Well, I was pretty mixed up to begin with, and his mention of CUM confused me even more. CUM was the Carnal Underground Movement, a terrorist organization full of perverts and anarchists dedicated to overthrowing the Party. Associating with a known member of the group was a serious thoughtcrime, punishable by vaporization. In spite of this knowledge, I followed Frank without question into the smaller room. He had a natural air of authority about him, and I had been trained since childhood to defer automatically to authority figures. My thought processes weren’t exactly clear at that point. I felt like a piece of driftwood, bobbing and moving at the mercy of the current.

I sat across from Frank and listened in numb silence as he explained himself. My head buzzed with questions, but I didn’t dare open my mouth. Every word from his lips was a shock to my system.

“I am also a Major in the Thought Police and therefore have full access to all records and information coming into that office as well.”

He was a leader of CUM and an officer in the Thought Police? But how could that be? The two organizations were in direct opposition to each other.

“It has come to our attention that you are a logical candidate for membership in our group. We sent James to make the contact and apparently you two have good vibes and even kissed in full public view, although we have a full picture on hand clearly showing your face for identification.”

I tried hard to hide my dismay, but had little success. My fears had turned out to be justified after all: the kiss had been noticed. And what was even crazier, James was also a member of CUM. That certainly explained his reckless behavior, although it took some of the excitement out of his kiss. If Frank was telling the truth, James had only kissed me to try and seduce me into joining the movement. It was just a job to him. Why did that make me feel let down? And what was it about me that made me so ideal for membership? I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to that question.

“You did exactly the right thing in leaving abruptly and going to your apartment, where you seemed to have difficulty winding down from that event. In fact, our sensors in your apartment clearly indicate a sensory odor of feminine sexual arousal, and the infrared cameras over your bed indicate physical movement that had to be manipulation of your genitalia.”

My face grew progressively redder as Frank described what the sensors had picked up. His manner was very matter-of-fact, which was something of a blessing. Still, it was mortifying to have a total stranger confront you with evidence of the secret things you did when you turned off the lights. By the time he got to the infrared cameras I had broken eye contact and was staring hard at the top of his desk. I had taken every precaution, had made sure that I did the deed in total silence and total darkness – and I had still been found out. I had no idea that the sensors were so sophisticated. But I should have known. The Party was vast enough and powerful enough to do anything it wanted. I felt puny and powerless, just as I did when I stood before the statue of Big Brother.

Frank picked up a manila folder from his desktop. I had no doubt that my name was on that folder. I raised my burning face to look him in the eye once more. “These reports have been removed from last night's accumulation in the Thought Police Headquarters – you might like to have a look at them and comment.”

My hands shook noticeably as I took the folder from him. I opened it but only gave the contents a cursory glance before putting it down again. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure he could hear it.

“What comment could I possibly make?” I finally said. My voice was rough. “You’ve got me dead to rights on a sexcrime. Here’s what I don’t understand: why am I not in a cell right now if you’ve got so much evidence on me? What do you want from me?”

 

[catlover]

Frank 38 yrs old 6'4" 230 lb close cropped blond hair in military fashion required

"Wendy- my purpose is to make several things quite clear. First of all you have no privacy in your apartment. Should you try to move elsewhere, it will only bring attention to you. Obviously you must not under any circumstances engage in any sexual activity whatsoever in your apartment."

"Secondly, you are evidently a sensuous woman, and we invite you to consider joining our group. I will give you a tour of our facility which is entirely safe from the Thought Police, and you as a member will have full access here, and will have available these facilities for your sexual activity, which is not only encouraged but somewhat required. There are certain rules and procedures to be followed in becoming a member, however, and I will go over those to enable you to make your decision. So you wont be embarrassed I must tell you that there is another couple here at present engaging in sex. One of the requirements for membership is for the candidate to have full sexual relations recorded on camera for our file. This serves two purposes - one being as evidence should a candidate decide to run to the Thought Police and file a complaint. The other being a file copy that other members might see in order to consider you as a potential partner. If you agree to become a member, this is part of the agreement, and you of course as a member will have the same privilege to examine the tapes of any other member."

Shall we take a tour?

[Edited by catlover on 02-05-2001 at 09:09 AM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

“A sensuous woman? Me?” I blushed again and chuckled. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I couldn’t deny it, because Frank held the proof right in his hands. In spite of my shame, I couldn’t help feeling flattered.

I didn’t respond to his tour offer right away. I was trying to process everything he had told me, determining what my options were. Frank definitely had the upper hand. I couldn’t very well walk into a Thought Police precinct and report that a member of CUM had tried to recruit me. If I did, it wouldn’t take long for the record of last night’s fun and games to end up in Thought Police hands. Frank didn’t have to make a verbal threat. The file spoke for itself. We both knew that I would keep silent about anything he told me, whether I accepted his invitation or not.

And even though I hated to admit it, his invitation intrigued me. From time to time I had daydreamed about joining some underground movement and doing my part to bring down the Party. These fantasies had remained as unspoken as my sexual fantasies. Now Frank was offering me a chance to satisfy both desires. In his own way he was as seductive as James was.

“All right,” I said. “I’ll take the tour.”

 

[catlover]

Frank

I pressed a concealed button and the bookcase swung away, revealing a doorway. I held out my hand and helped her up, and led her into a hallway. On the right is a nice luxurious bathroom, with another door opening to the steambath and sauna, both large enough for a number of occupants, but currently empty. Through another glass door we could see the enclosed hot tub, large enough for about 8 people, but with only the naked couple with the man sitting on the bench leaning back, with the girl straddling his legs and rising up and down, apparently having sex. We didnt disturb them, but went on down the hallway. I showed her several large bedrooms, each with king-size beds, and each decorated differently but nicely. Then I showed her the library, which has a vast assortment of tapes, books and magazines, modeled after a sister organization known as Literotica.

I offerred her an opportunity to view the file tape of James if she were interested. I reminded her that the membership application included her having a tape made of herself having sex, which would be available for any member to see. We didnt want any misunderstandings. I showed her a variety of random tapes and she seemed to be quite aroused.

I then asked Wendy if she were interested in proceeding further. Would she like to try out the sauna or steambath or hot tub? Did she prefer that I go get James to be her escort? I told her that we had plenty of items of clothing available for her to use, including robes and all types of erotic costumes, toys, and accessories, or whatever she might find useful or of comfort. I looked at her for her response.

[Edited by catlover on 02-05-2001 at 03:14 PM]

 

[mr spikey]

James

OOC: I would be willing to take over James' character, or you could just let him fade and I would be willing to play a different person, mr spikey.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

OOC: Mr. Spikey, I do appreciate the offer. But for the moment we're just writing around James. I'd be thrilled to have you in the story, however. Please email me with any ideas you have for a character (this way we don't overuse the OOC device and clutter up the story). Thanks.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

IC: Wendy

When Frank asked me if I wanted to proceed further, I drew a blank for a moment. I thought he was talking about exploring even more of the headquarters. But then he began to elaborate, and his real meaning came clear. He was asking me if I wanted to have a sexual encounter.

My jaw hung open as I once again had the feeling that my brain was short-circuiting. How could he be so matter-of-fact about sex? He hadn’t even blinked at the sight of the naked couple frolicking in the hot tub! I, on the other hand, had gone through his tour in a pop-eyed state of astonishment. Nothing that had happened in my life up to this point could have prepared me for this.

I’d like to say that my years of training at Anti-Sex League meetings allowed me to resist the temptation that Frank offered me. But the truth is the sensual atmosphere, coupled with Frank’s calm, nonjudgmental demeanor, stirred me deeply. It was as if CUM had built an entire underground city devoted to sex. There was no way I could remain unaffected by it. Everything felt right somehow. Instinctively I knew that this was what sexuality should be like: pleasure without shame or guilt. I felt excited and a little giddy, as if the top of my head might come off.

He was waiting for an answer. I dropped my gaze. “Frank, this is so much to pile onto me at one time,” I said. “I really don’t know what to do next. I’ve never been with a man. I never even kissed a man until last night. But I guess you knew that already.”

I paused, chewing my bottom lip. “I want to go further,” I said at last, looking back at him. “But I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m scared. Maybe you can help me?”

 

[catlover]

Frank

"Wendy. I'm pleased to be helpful in any way I can. I know this is all rather enormous to introduce you to all at once. Perhaps a time in the sauna and hot tub will relax you and give you time to think this big step through. I didnt show you this entire complex but just enough to give you the basic information as to what is available. Why not take advantage of the opportunity as long as you are here? Let me take you back to one of the bedrooms and leave you so you can undress and don one of the nice robes to wear to the hot tub. If you wish I will go get James to join you, or I would be very happy to join you, or you can be alone as you prefer. One thing - I guarantee that the cameras will not be recording without your specific permission"

Since bedroom #1 had been reserved by the other couple, I led her to bedroom #2 and opened the closet door to hand her the fluffy chenille robe. While doing so I asked her how she liked the videos, especially the one with the blond lady having sex with three men. I asked her if she recognized anyone she saw and when she said no, I told her that the lady is my wife. She comes here several times a week, sometimes with a partner and sometimes alone and joins up with whomever might be here, men or women or both.and we very much enjoy talking about her sessions, although only here - we never discuss anything anywhere else involving CUM.

I left her to disrobe and get ready and returned to my office, where I checked the reception room to find it empty. Apparently James had been called away or possibly had another appointment he had to keep, but he was gone. In my office I turned on the monitor for bedroom #2 and saw Wendy clearly. She was undressing and was at that time, down to her bra and panties. Turned away from the camera, I couldnt see her breasts so I switched the camera to another view, and saw a pair of very lovely tits being bared, while she slipped down her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Until she put on the robe and tied it, I had full view of her naked body that had me drooling. I had tried very hard not to be too personal or too forward but it was no secret to me that she turned me on immensely, and I wanted her in the group for my pleasure as well as hers and everyone else's. Certainly I didnt want her in a Thought Police cell unless I was her personal interrogator.

As she left the room I turned off the TV monitor and met her in the hallway and took her to the hot tub, which was then empty. I told her that apparently James had been called away and he was no longer here. I asked if she wanted to be alone or if she wanted company.

[Edited by catlover on 02-06-2001 at 09:19 AM]

 

[mr spikey]

Tom

OOC: I am playing a counter-insurgency agent. Sent by Big Brother to infiltrate CUM and expose all the of those invovled. I have been assured by the Thought police that no one will know of my mission ( I have been recruited from outside the city and my orders originate there). Even though I will be breaking the law, the Thought Police will absolve me of any crimes and see to my re-indoctrination. I am 6 feet tall, with brown hair and blue eyes, 185 lbs.

OOC: I will reintroduce my character into the storyline.

IC: I wander the streets, trying to figure out how to find this secret organization. I roam the streets listening in on conversations of nearby people. It is all politically correct, no one says anything about CUM or even if it exists. I see a coffee shop and go inside. I order a cup of coffee and settle down to think what my next move might be.

[Edited by mr spikey on 02-07-2001 at 02:24 PM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

This place would never cease to amaze me, I thought as I came out of the room. It was unbelievably thrilling to undress in a bedroom with the lights on. A small freedom, granted, but it was one I had never tasted before, and it was intoxicating. Imagine that: taking one’s clothes off was practically a revolutionary act. What did that say about the kind of world Big Brother had created?

I had thought that this underground lair was a world devoted to sex, but I now saw that I had only been partly right. The real preoccupation of the Carnal Underground Movement was freedom. The joyful lack of inhibition I had seen on the face of Frank’s wife on the sex tape, the luxuriously appointed rooms, even Frank’s casual offer to join me in the hot tub – all were expressions of a freedom the Party didn’t want citizens even to glimpse. No wonder the state-run propaganda machine spent so much time denouncing CUM as a collection of degenerates. The Party couldn’t afford to let the group’s philosophy take root. If people ceased to feel sexual shame and guilt, how long would it be before they ceased to feel guilty over disagreeing with the Party on other matters?

Frank met me in the hallway and led me to the hot tub. The soft robe caressed my bare skin with every step I took, and by the time we reached the tub I was tingling all over. I was a little disappointed to hear that James was gone, but brightened when Frank asked me if I would like company. I looked down at my body and saw that I had instinctively put my hand up to hold the neck of the robe closed. With an effort I released my hand and allowed the neckline to fall open naturally, revealing my pale throat and some cleavage.

I looked up at him and smiled. “I’d love some company, Frank,” I said.

 

[catlover]

Frank and Wendy

I smiled to myself as I knelt to press the button starting the jacuzzi.I said "hop in and relax- I'll be right back."

I undressed in my office and took a burgundy velvet robe from my locker and returned, stopping to energize the sauna en route. Her white robe was hanging on the peg, and she was beneath the bubbling water with her head back on a sort of pillow on the side of the tub, with her eyes closed. I hung myrobe next to hers and thought to myself "how sweet - side by side", as I slid in and sat on the bench opposite her. I looked at her sweet face and thought erotic thoughts as our feet touched and touched again. She didnt pull away, so I reached down and pulled them up into my lap, and started massaging her toes. I did each sweet little toe and space between on her right foot, then dropped it into my lap against my rigid cock while I started on her left.

After doing each toe,I massaged her Achilles heel and up her lower leg to the back of her knee. "Feel good?" I asked. She didnt respond except by nodding yes, so I dropped to my knees on the bottom of the tub. I pulled her to me off her bench, and with her legs apart my face was in her pussy with my hands supporting her bottom as it floated on the water. I licked her labia and pushed my tongue into her pussy, where no one had ever been except herself. I licked again and again, and sucked her clit. Suddenly she shrieked and gasped and started to shake and vibrate violently. I let her down to kneel facing me and we held each other tightly as we kissed again and again, with her tasting herself from my lips and tongue.

I looked into her eyes and told her how much I had enjoyed that, and how pleased I was that she had come today and how happy she would be here. Everyone would love her just as I do,and make her very welcome. I asked her if she would like to try the sauna which I had heated. She stood, completely naked in front of me and I again kissed her pussy and licked my way up from her navel to each sweet breast which got nicely sucked, and then standing face to face together, took her into my arms and kised her again. She held me tightly too, and kissed me back and I led her out of the tub and to the sauna. I put her towel on the top bench and helped her up, kissing her ass on the way with a big grin on my face. She laid back with her legs slightly spread giving me a good view of the pussy I had just enjoyed. I climbed onto the lower bench,and took her dangling hand and kissed it and held it as we laid there.

I said "After this relaxing heat you might like to take a nap in that big bed" After about 15 minutes we arose and held each other again and kissed, then I went and got our robes, and escorted her back to bedroom #2.

[Edited by catlover on 02-06-2001 at 09:11 PM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

We came back to the bedroom where I had changed clothes. My blouse and slacks remained where I had hung them up in the little closet, and my discarded underwear lay folded neatly on the floor below them. I thought that the Wendy Smith who had taken those clothes off was very different from the Wendy Smith who would put them back on.

This really was a lovely room, I thought. The plush carpet caressed my bare soles with every step I took. As Frank turned down the bed, I noted that the sheets were made of a slippery-looking fabric I had never seen before. What a contrast to the plain, drab, functional rooms I had lived in all my life.

Frank climbed into the bed and lay there on his back, hands behind his head, waiting for me. I hesitated for only a moment, suddenly nervous. Even though he had suggested a nap, I had the feeling that we wouldn’t be sleeping. I could see the tent that his erection made in the robe, and it made me a little uneasy. The ASL had taught me that sex was a painful, degrading act, and that a man’s penis felt like an iron bar ripping into a woman’s body. But Frank had treated me with such tenderness in the hot tub. I remembered how wonderful his tongue had felt caressing me there, where no one had ever touched me before. Surely a man capable of that kind of loving care would be gentle during intercourse. That decided it for me, and I crossed the room and slipped into the bed beside Frank.

We cuddled for a few minutes, his arm around my shoulders, my head on his chest. His closeness, his warmth, were delightful. Idly my fingers began to stroke his chest, just tracing little patterns over and over. I gradually grew bolder and caressed a little path down his body to his firm stomach, where I ran into his belt. Was it my imagination, or was the tent a little bigger now? I was a little surprised by the sudden desire to touch that part of him. Would he mind? I continued to stroke him just above the belt as I tried to work up the courage to undo the knot. Frank neither helped nor hindered me. He simply lay there, stroking my hair from time to time.

Finally my curiosity won out. I sat up a little and untied the knot. The robe fell open and I saw my first penis in the flesh, so to speak. I gasped a little at the sight. It looked to be at least eight inches long, and possibly two inches around. How on earth was that supposed to fit inside me? The iron bar analogy occurred to me again, and I pushed it away, preferring to think instead of Frank’s wife from the video. She had been able to accommodate three of these, and she didn’t look as though the experience had hurt or degraded her. The Party wants you to think that way, I reminded myself.

Emboldened, I reached out and lightly grasped the penis. I could just fit my hand around it. Frank grunted but made no move to stop me. I slowly moved my hand up and down, savoring the texture of his skin. A bead of clear liquid gathered at the tip of his organ, and I dabbed my fingers in it. Frank groaned again, but somehow I knew I wasn’t hurting him. The sound was similar to the ones I had made when he licked me. I smiled as a wicked idea occurred to me.

I lowered my head and kissed the tip. Frank caught his breath. I glanced at him and saw that his face was very red and his eyes were wide. I grinned at him and, copying a move I had seen his wife make, I slipped the head of his organ into my mouth. He groaned again and choked out my name. I felt a strange sense of power steal into me. He was experiencing pleasure, because of something I was doing. The idea made me tingle between the legs.

I moved my head up and down, keeping my lips in a tight seal around his penis. From time to time I varied the action by taking him out altogether and licking him all over with short, quick tongue strokes before replacing him in my mouth. I couldn’t take in as much of him as I would have liked. Perhaps I would develop that ability with practice, and perhaps Frank would allow me to practice on him. He seemed to approve of what I was doing now. He groaned and shuddered, saying my name over and over again in a harsh croaking voice. Then his body stiffened and his hips jerked up as he uttered a long, quavering moan. His penis spasmed and I felt something wet and salty explode into my mouth. I was too surprised to do anything but swallow it. He groaned and writhed as the explosions continued, and I kept him in my mouth until he went soft. Only then did I allow his penis to slip out.

Slowly his breathing returned to normal. I sat cross-legged by his hips, watching him bask in the afterglow. I was feeling more than a little proud of myself.

 

[catlover]

Frank and Wendy

"Oh,Wendy! That was so nice!" I held her and kissed her, tasting me this time. I even found a few drops on her chin that I cleaned up. "I owe you an apology though- I'm supposed to tell you I'm coming so you can pull away if you want to. I just came so suddenly I couldnt blurt it out!"

We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes and then I turned myself around so my head was at her feet. I pulled her on top of me and with her straddling me, I ate her some more. I licked her pussy and all around it, including rimming her anus, which I then penetrated with my curled up tongue. I did it again and again until she utterred some sweet little sounds and started shaking again. I was so happy to be able to make her come, although my tired cock was still not up to it as she licked it and my balls while I was doing her.

I turned again to face her and hold her, and now getting sort of hard again, asked her if she wanted to try something more. She climbed on top and tried to sit back on me. It just wouldnt work. I couldnt get it in her. I rolled her off and played with her with my fingers and discovered why. What a shame! all those wasted years missing out on such great pleasures except with her own fingers.

I told her "I just dont have the heart to hurt you that way. I'm perfectly happy with what we have together and until you are ready, that will be plenty."

Then a thought came to me - I suggested that she meet my wife Tina at the coffee shop tomorrow about 2 PM, and she will guide her here. Tina can teach her everything she will ever need to know about sex and make her totally comfortable with all aspects. "you will recognize her from the video, and I will tell her all about you, as we share everything whether we are together physically or not. I am the Duty Officer at Thought Police from midnight until noon tomorrow, and then I will join you here. How does that sound?"

Then we dressed and got ready to leave. I escorted her out through another exit, and told her we had several that avoided using the main entrance, to protect our hidden location. I waited in the hidden doorway until she was gone, and then I turned the other way and went on home to get ready for the police duty tonight.



[Edited by catlover on 02-07-2001 at 10:08 PM]

 

[catlover]

Frank 8 hours later

After returning home, Tina and I made love. I was still all turned on after the session with Wendy, and my tongue being all warmed up it got another good workout in Tina's pussy.

I told her of her appointment tomorrow afternoon, with a minimum of specificity to confuse the sensors, and after a late dinner I put on my working uniform to report for duty. I like being the night Duty Officer. None of the bigshots are around usually, and I have the run of the place and complete access to all records and files, and my will with the prisoners. The first thing I do on duty is to review all of the arrests that day, and the files for each, and also go through all of the reports since I left that noon.

Some of the arrests were interesting. One female had been arrested for carnal thoughts, having been caught giving a man a blowjob behind the statue of Big Brother. Her picture was in her file, and I called in the guard and ordered him to have her brought to the interrogation room. Although the name didnt mean anything to me, her picture looked familiar and I wanted to see her personally.

She was a young blond girl of about 25, and had not been treated well apparently since her arrest as her hair was straggly and dirty, and her face somewhat bruised and also very dirty. Her prison uniform also was ill-fitting and dirty.

I had her shackled to the interrogation chair and excused the guard. I asked her if she recognized me. She wasnt too sharp at that moment, and shook her head no, but I was sure she was one with whom I'd had sex at CUM some time back.

I asked her name and she gave the same answer that was shown in the file. "Are you married?" I asked and she said yes. "Who was the man you were with?" and she replied that she didnt know him - she had met him on the street and offerred sex for money. I asked her why she would do that for money in this society of plenty for everyone. She said she did it for money because it was an excuse to get to do it at all and she liked doing it. Especially she liked doing it under the shadow of Big Brother because it gave her the fantasy of sucking Big Brother's cock. I told her that was good enough for me, and that I wished I had the authority to release her. I could beat her, rape her, fuck her or do anything I wanted to her including have her vaporized, but I couldnt release her without her appearing before a judge.

I asked her if she had ever been a member of CUM or been to any of their events. She said was was not a member but she had had sex with many of them and was in agreement with their movement. I asked her if since her arrest and incarceration she had had sex with any of the guards or Thought Police personnel and she said "Yes, about six of them fucked me in my cell". That was the answer I was looking for. Since she was restrained I left her there and returned to my office and reviewed the tapes from the electronic camera monitoring her cell. I ran the tape through and back and there it was. One after another of the corrupt guards were abusing this prisoner. They were now all off duty and had left for the night, so I issued warrants for their arrests, and told the guard I wanted her photographed in detail to show her current condition, and I wanted her cleaned and bathed and delivered to the special cell maintained for special prisoners, but first I wanted another first hand look at her and with him as a witness I returned to the interrogation room and had her stripped naked and placed on the table. Her pussy was covered with cum and was quite bruised. We took appropriate photographs, and she was dressed and taken to the special cell, bathed, dressed in decent civilian clothes under my supervision, and allowed to go to bed for some sleep.

Soon the arrested guards started to arrive, one by one. Each was interrogated separately and all denied any such involvement. When they were all assembled, I had the tape played for all of them, who were clearly identified on the tape. Then one by one I had them brought to the interrogation room for more questioning. I asked each how long this sort of behavior had been going on during the evening hours before I came on duty, and where was the Duty Officer during all this activity? The answers were most interesting. The depth of corruption in the organization was overwhelming and I knew this couldnt be ignored. They all knew they were in deep trouble, and so were their supervisors on the watch. As required I called my superior on the phone to report.

Soon the place was a madhouse with all these bigshots running around issuing orders. I went back to my office and reviewed more reports which were routine and not of much interest. Such was the night of the Duty Officer. My 12 hour watch allowed me to get some sleep during the night, and thinking about the special prisoner I crawled into my bunk, wondering what would happen to her on Monday morning when she appeared before the judge. After a while the bigshots all left, but I was reminded to be very careful about playing with the female prisoners under my care. As much as I wanted to, I wasn't about to dare sneaking down to the special cell for some special comforting, but I did intend to do some future recruiting of this horny babe for our little CUM group. Then we could play!



[Edited by catlover on 02-08-2001 at 05:26 PM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy, aboveground

I found myself on Forty Eighth Street, about seven blocks north of the place where James and I had entered the underground headquarters. I blinked a few times in the bright afternoon sunshine, trying to reorient myself quickly and inconspicuously. A glance at my watch told me that only about two hours had gone by. This was surprising. So much had happened to me during my time underground, it seemed as though I had spent an entire day down there.

I smiled slightly and walked down the avenue, heading for the Victory Café. My step was light, my body relaxed, and my mind free from tension. This should not be so, because I had committed two major thoughtcrimes: failing to turn in a known agent of an outlaw organization, and engaging in unauthorized sexual activity. I should be cringing at every sound, looking and acting so guilty that I might as well write THOUGHT CRIMINAL on my forehead – and yet I felt a sense of contentment and peace that I had never experienced before. I couldn’t help comparing this afternoon to last night, when a mere kiss had filled me with blind panic. What a difference a day makes – who had said that? I couldn’t remember. It was true, though. I had changed a lot in a short period of time, and it felt wonderful.

I found my usual table in the café and ordered a bowl of chicken soup and a cheese sandwich. The soup was watery, the sandwich a little stale, but I hardly noticed. I was thinking about my encounter with Frank. He had been so tender and kind with me, I was sure that I could trust him completely. I felt a little flutter between my legs at the memory of what we had done together and had to take a deep breath to control myself. I would have to be very careful about my thoughts and memories from now on. Frank had entrusted me with a great secret: the underground headquarters of a CUM chapter. I must not betray that trust, even inadvertently.

I was excited and a little nervous at the prospect of meeting his wife tomorrow. She seemed like a very sensual, accepting person, and I hoped she would like me. Frank had said that she could teach me what I needed to know about sex. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I would find out tomorrow. I could hardly wait.