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A Secret Audience (07 February 2007)

Anne was nervous... Frightened was more like it. She could feel her
heart pounding in her chest with a mosh pit tempo. But still, she didn't
move, hidden like she was in her brother's closet, peering into the dim
room at the writhing forms on the bed. She couldn't move now even if she
wanted to. It was a new thrill coursing through her adolescent body, a
combination of fear and arousal that made her knees shake, and her breath
shallow.

Marc had sent her to bed soon after Beth had knocked on the door. Anne
had protested, arguing that their parents would have let her stay up
another half-hour, but Marc was adamant. Of course, Anne knew what her
older brother was up to. He was going to make out with Beth, give her
hickeys, and didn't want her around causing a distraction. That's when she
thought of the plan to hide in his closet. But Anne didn't know that Marc
and Beth were planning on taking full advantage of the house while their
parents were gone. When they came into his room, half-dressed and pawing
at each other, Anne knew she was in deep trouble. She watched as her
brother pulled away Beth's jeans, and panties. Trembled at the sight of
his cock, released by Beth's eager hands. And listened intently at their
moans and sighs as Marc and Beth explored one another's bodies with
fingers, and mouths.

Now, Beth was riding Mark's hard cock, sliding her sex rhythmically up
and down, making her long black hair sway and bounce. Anne's instinct was
to touch herself, to run her young fingers over her hairless pussy. She
could feel small shocks of intense sensation when her hard nipples brushed
the flannel of her pajama shirt. Beth continued to ride her brother,
panting and whispering things about "cocks" and her "cunt." Anne strained
her eyes to see more, to watch her brother's hands as they slid up Beth's
torso and held her heavy breasts. Now Marc was grunting. A sound Anne had
never heard from her brother before, a low animal grunt, in time with his
plunging cock.

Anne's instinct won the battle with her will, and her hand strayed
between her legs. So intent was she on watching the scene on the bed that
she hadn't realized it until her fingers touched off a thunderous release
in her pussy. Anne barely had the presence of mind to bite her lip to keep
from crying out in pleasure. Marc and Beth were almost violent now. Beth
was screaming behind her closed mouth, Marc was grunting faster, his voice
becoming a series of growls. Anne could see her brother's balls bounce and
sway as he thrust higher, deeper. Then, suddenly, Beth threw her head
back, arched her shoulders to the dim room, and opened her mouth in a
silent, repressed, shout. Marc arched his back completely off the bed, and
cried out. Anne couldn't help it anymore, her knees gave way under the
pressure of her own climax, and she fell back into her brother's closet,
knocking over ball bats, boots, shoes, and his guitar.

Light poured into the dark closet. Anne squinted at the two figures
standing before her. "What the fuck?" It was Marc's voice. "I can't
believe it, it's Annie," Beth replied. "What are you doing...? How long
have you been...? What did you...?" Marc never finished any of his
questions as he stared down at his little sister, panting, stunned, with
her pajama top still bunched around her waist, and her young pussy shining
with her lubrican'ts. Beth smiled, "God, that's sooo hot. Let's use her!"
Marc stared as if in a trance. He numbly allowed Beth to shoulder him
aside and help Anne to her feet. "Come on baby, It's no fun to watch."
Beth helped the girl from the tangle in the closet. Anne felt like she was
in a dream, she stared at Beth, unsure what to do, amazed at the older girl's breasts, and pubic mound, covered by a well trimmed patch of hair,
leaking her brother's white cum.

Now it was Marc's turn to feel his heart pound. Beth was serious! He
could see her leading his baby sister to his bed. He stood still, stunned
by the turn of events. Beth helped Anne crawl onto the bed. "You're so
pretty. Why would you ever want to hide such a pretty face?" Beth leaned
forward and softly kissed Anne on the lips, gently parting them with her
tongue. Anne's eyes grew wide at first, then softened as she returned
Beth's kiss. She timidly pushed her tongue forward into Beth's mouth, her
breathing grew deeper as she kissed her brother's girlfriend. Beth wrapped
her arms around Anne, pulled her closer. Beth broke the kiss and tilted
her head, pressing her lips to the younger girl's neck. Beth smiled to
herself when she felt Anne's arms wrap around her, squeezing her tight.
The girl was almost ready. Marc snapped out of his silence. He walked
towards his bed, watching his sister and girlfriend neck.

Beth's hand was under Anne's shirt, rubbing the small breast, teasing
the nipple. Anne had started allowing her own hands to roam over Beth's
sweat slickened back. Marc's cock was hard, and he began to crawl on the
bed. "Uh Uhhhhh," Beth chided. "Not yet big guy, I'll tell you when.
Just stand there and enjoy." Beth pulled away from Anne. "Take off your
shirt, hon. Let me see you." Beth's eyes became eager as Anne shyly pulled
the shirt over her head. "Now lay back, that's a good girl. Show Marc how
ready you are." Anne lay back, letting Beth take complete control of the
situation. She looked into her brother's eyes, then slowly took in his
body. His cock was hard, and big, like it had been when it was pumping in
and out of Beth. Anne wondered if he would grunt and growl for her too.
Then Beth's face blocked the view. Beth silently mouthed the word, "Relax"
and smiled, kissing Anne again. Anne could feel Beth's breasts press
against her own, causing ripples of pleasure to course through her body.
Anne's legs trembled when she felt Beth slide down her young body. She
closed her eyes. And Beth heard Anne's satisfied sigh when she parted the
younger girl's legs. Anne's pussy shined with arousal, and her small clit
peeked from the folds.

Beth leaned forward and tasted Anne's sex. Anne opened her eyes at the
sensation. Staring down her body, she could see Beth's dark hair move as
she nodded between her legs. Beth's eyes peered up and shone with desire.
Anne was beside herself with pleasure. Beth's tongue was everywhere, on
her clit, over her folds, in her pussy. Anne started to grunt softly to
herself. Beth drew her tongue up the inside of Anne's thigh sending
another wave of aroused pleasure through the girl's body. Beth knew she
had Anne where she wanted her. She finished long licks up the girl's
thighs, then kissed the little clit. Beth sucked gently at first, coaxing
Anne's clit past her lips. She grabbed Anne's breasts to hold the girl steady. Then Beth furiously swatted at Anne's clit with her tongue,
driving the girl to an intense, screaming orgasm. Beth pulled away from
Anne's pussy and looked over her shoulder, cum dripping from her chin.
"She's ready Marc," Beth smiled. "Are you?" Marc took a deep breath, and
composed himself as Beth helped Anne to her hands and knees. Beth lay at
the head of the bed, looking over Anne's shoulder. "Come on lover! Take
your sister's cherry for me!"

Marc hesitated, until he heard Anne's small voice. Even at the shy
whisper it seemed to echo through the room. "Please Marc." Marc climbed on
the bed, looked down at his sister's ass, spread legs, and open pussy.
Anne looked over her shoulder back at her brother. Stared at his cock, and
after biting her lip, as if unsure what to say, smiled. "Take me Marc!" It
was too much for Marc. He grabbed Anne's hips and placed his cock at the
opening of her pussy. Anne rocked back slightly, touching the head of
Marc's cock. Then with a firm push, Marc drove his cock into his sister,
grunting as he broke her cherry. Anne's arms collapsed and she dropped
onto Beth's chest. "Oh God! Oh God! This is even better than I thought,"
Beth said, watching Marc fuck Anne. Beth grabbed Anne's hair and guided
the girl's face to her nipple. "Yes! Yes! Fuck your sister! That's it
take her!" Anne was beyond words; she operated on pure instinct. Marc's
cock was touching places she didn't even realize she had. She opened her
mouth, and suckled at Beth's tit, rubbing the other with her hand. Marc's
grunting turned into the now familiar growl. Anne could feel his cock
pound into her pussy again and again and again. It was incredible. Then
Marc's cock swelled in Anne's pussy. Anne couldn't believe it! It was
getting so big! She raised her head back and screamed her orgasm at Beth
when she felt her brother's cock shoot jet after jet of cum into her belly.
Beth held the girl through the shuddering orgasm, and smiled at Marc.
"It's ok, hon. You can rest now." Marc collapsed in a heap next to Beth
and his sister. Completely spent.







A Night at the Opera

A Night at the Opera, 4 July 2000

by Scribbler, who reserves all rights and warns youth to read no further,

lest they go blind.

This one is for a number of "Gisele" fans who've been waiting patiently for

installment 2 of "Spraycan Seminar". . .this isn't it, but I hope it helps

tide you over. Thanks to all who've said kind things about my writing here.

. .tomorrow AM its back to R/L work. . .so I may not be able to write as

much, but I'll be around.

***********************************************************

"I've been cheated", Gisele huffed.

"Why's that, darling?"

"This Dappertuto guy, he promises but he just can't focking deliver, now can

he"

Judy Deutsch looks around -- it's the second interval at the Royal Opera,

and Judy'd like to keep her "youthful ward" Gisele Hoch from getting tossed,

even as they eat their second course in the Floral Hall. Judy teaches Gender

Studies at Bay State, but with her recent Macarthur grant, she's travelling

the world with her companion, German avant-garde performance artist, Gisele

Hoch.

"Gisele. . .what do you mean?"

--Well, he says "je varie mes plaisirs", right?

Judy nods.

"My pleasures change. . .well to focking what do they focking change? When

my pleasures change, I go from wanting someone to piss on me, to wanting to

piss on someone, right"

Judy nodded.

"Or I go from electric nipple stimulation to that time when you got your

whole fist up my ass. . .so what's changing here. What pleasure varies?"

Judy looks a little pale: "Well, he wants Hoffman's reflection, for one

thing. . ."

"Well, that's not much of focking anything, now is it? I mean, if he wanted

his balls, if he gave the whore the diamond so that she would cut off his

focking balls while they were in the gondola, now that would be a story
wouldn't it?

"Um, yes, but it wouldn't be this story. . ."

"That's right, it would be better."

There's a moment of awkward silence. Other diners are gaping . . . it not

just that the sight of six foot Valkyries is usually restricted to Wagner

evenings; its that Gisele's interpretation of evening dress involves rather

more leather is usually seen at any time. Combined with her outspoken

critical views of Offenbach (which some find "refreshing novel"), she's not

your everyday operagoer.

A waiter approaches . . .

"Excuse me," he gushes, "I'm a big fan of your work. . .could I have your

autograph"

Well this puzzles the City crowd. Who is she, exactly? There's a murmur in

the crowd . . .she's the one who pissed on the newscaster, isn't she? The

South Bank show, the episode they couldn't air . . .

The waiter turns out to be named "Dennis" and proves to have a keen interest

in the ballet, and opera when Caballe is singing. Gisele turns to him.

"And what about the dwarf. . .maybe he's a dwarf because they cut off his

balls?"

Judy put her head in her hands.

"No, I don't think dwarfs work that way, you're thinking of eunuchs".

"OK, OK, so what comes next. . ."

The waiter cherishes the opportunity to be helpful.

"Well, you see, Antonia is the daughter of a famous opera singer who died of

consumption."

"What's that?"

"TB-- tuberculosis; and anyway, now she's got it too."

"So big deal"

"Well", the waiter brightens, "the problem is that if she sings, the TB get

worse, and she dies"

"So, don't sing"

"You'd think that, yes, but the evil Dr. Miracle appears and conjures up the

ghost of her dead mother who tells her to sing . . ."

Gisele looks puzzled. "So what happens: she sings herself to death?"

"Exactly, its very beautiful . . ."

"Could you tell me this: is there an opera where they get fucked to death?

That would be a good opera."

The waiter looks bemused.

"Tristan, sort of, in a musical way; but there is the ballet that you're

named after: Giselle . . .in that one the gentleman deserts Giselle, and she

kills herself, and then all the ghosts of all the girls who've killed

themselves over other gentlemen come back from the grave and dance him to

death".

"Yeah I know, but really, they should fuck him to death, shouldn't they-- I

mean its not like he was 'dancing around' on the girl is it? He was fucking

around, nicht war?

"I guess so"

Judy watched the situation deteriorate. Gisele was now offering the waiter

"his choice" of labia rings or pissing on his hand as a souvenir of his

encounter with fame.

"Come on dear, its time for you to go home. . .we have the Japanese tv
people coming tomorrow morning.

As they shuffle out the door. . .

"Japanese tv, are those the guys I'm supposed to piss on?"

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