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Roger's Plight Book 1 - The Beginning An original saga By Constance Grant Copyright (c) 1999 by Constance Grant, Manasquan, NJ This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This story may be posted only if available to the reader at no charge, unless prior arrangements are entered into with the author. ConnieBabe69@Hotmail.com This is a spoof guys, so lighten up already! Constance Grant, 1999 Completion Realization, the First Step I often sit back and think, "I wish I'd done that," and find out later that I already have. Richard Harris, 1932 Roger and I had been married for five years, and our relationship was going in the trash fast. Girls I know others of you out there are in a relationship as hopeless as mine was, if the following sounds familiar a happy solution is yours for the grasping: 1) Roger was always a poor lover: 2) His dick just wasn't large enough to please even a schoolgirl. 3) He had absolutely no staying power. 4) He didn't like to give head, and always refused me when I asked, in all honestly, at times I even begged. 5) He absolutely took me for granted! 6) To make matters worse he felt inadequate at work as he tried to compete. The competition and feelings of inadequacy literary drove him to drink. 7) In four years he gained sixty-five pounds, from his one hundred and fifty five pounds, athletic, five foot eight frame when we were married. 8) He secretly liked to wear my undies and masturbate in them (as if I didn't know.) He was so selfish he wouldn't even share his fetishes with me. Dear reader you might ask, why did I marry this looser? What can I say, I loved him, and I still do. Besides, at the time we married he was kind, sensitive, good humored, funny, and was quite wealthy. At the time I intervened in a positive way, I wasn't even sure he was wealthy. Nancy Walsh is my best friend in the whole world and lives in San Francisco, but unfortunately we had only talked to one another on the phone for years. At the University she was my big sister in our sorority, and as she became a physician and I a surgical nurse, we were together for my full five years. You can understand we had no secrets from one another. Shortly after Roger married me, it was clear he was just not satisfying me, so naturally I tearfully confided in Nancy. She gave me the absolutely best advice. "Catherine baby, find a married surgeon who is well horned, and make it clear to him that all you want is sex, not homemaking." I did, have you ever noticed surgeons have the greatest hands? For the past five years Mike and I have done everything we could imagine several times a week. His other half is most unsatisfactory, having at least two of the four problems Roger used to have. But with the aid of a cook, maid and nanny she is an adequate homemaker, makes children, (but disdains sex,) and is socially connected. So it's not in Mike's interest to dump her, as long as I continue to fill his other needs. Let me tell you, confidentially, he is a fucking stud. He is funny, gentle, blond, six two, one ninety of pure muscle and hung like a stallion, but with exquisitely sensitive hands and nature - it's a very satisfying arrangement for both of us. Roger never suspected I had a lover. How could he? He would attempt intimacy every few days when we were first married, but by the time I intervened it was every month or so. Mindful of our prenuptial agreement I never refused him, even if my friend was visiting. Letting him pump away whenever the spirit moved him, it never lasted more than two or three minutes anyway. Nancy finally visited for a weekend a year ago while she was in New York City for a symposium. Roger did all his disgusting tricks while she was visiting, and seeing the situation, she gave me her usual good advice. Over cocktails at our golf and tennis club Nancy started out by asking me, "Do you remember Billy from the sorority house." "Christ, how could I forget Billy, he gave the best head I ever had, his tongue was absolutely insatiable. It makes me wet just to think of it." "Think back. Do you have any idea why he lived in our house as a serving girl all those years?" "Not really, I never thought about it, it was enough he was there when needed. Come to think of it, he did make kind of a cute girl though." "When I was a freshman we noticed him sneaking into the house and stealing our undies, then he would crouch outside our windows looking at us and jerk off into them. Do you remember Beth?" "Yes, hadn't thought about her in years. What did she do?" "She took flash pictures of him outside Paula's window while she was giving him a show. He panicked and fell off the porch roof. He was unconscious when we took him into the house and decided to teach him a lesson. When he recovered consciousness he was dressed in our undies and makeup, everybody contributed something, totally uncoordinated; he was such a sight we threatened to call the police. He begged and pleaded with us not to, he said he would do anything for us. Anything! Catherine baby, do you see where I'm going with this?" "Yes I do. You may just have saved our marriage." After all Roger's mother had me sign one nasty prenuptial agreement, and was living in Florida just waiting for a chance to enforce it. We sat down then and there and outlined the plan to help Roger discover his true self, and it sure as hell wasn't as the stud king. As Nancy left for her conference, she told me to expect 'Care' packages to begin arriving Tuesday. I kept a log of events in the form of brief narratives, as I read through them I don't like myself very much, but outside of grammatical changes I left them as written. The perceptive reader will see how absolute power corrupts, and perhaps avoid that pitfall. Tough Love However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience. Jeanette Winterson (1959) The first package was from NYC. It was a fancy remote controlled camcorder with a three-foot fiber-optic lens. Nancy must have spent a fortune, but when I said something about paying her for it she replied, "Catherine baby, let me do this for you, you are my best friend in this entire world and this is the least I can do. However, I am interested in the San Francisco Canine Society, perhaps a small donation in our name." Nancy is so helpful; I sent ten thousand dollars in her name to the dogs. Roger liked to 'dress and jerk' in the large downstairs powder room, where he thought I couldn't hear him. It was a simple matter to poke a hole through from the hall closet and feed the lens into the bathroom just about where I had a shelf with knickknacks. Have you noticed? Men never pay attention to them. Over the next four weeks, I captured Roger no less than fourteen times in the act. Several times, he passed out from drinking too much - he looked like one of those cartoon dancing-elephants with a tutu, as he snored and grunted on the bathroom floor. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want him in my bed soused, but I was a trifle miffed that he preferred the bathroom floor to it. I had the lock on the bathroom door changed so I could open it from the outside. While passed out (his sleep made deeper with a little shot of chlorpromazine) I posed him in various outfits, even being so bold as applying makeup crudely as he might. I left it on him, but he had removed it each time before I saw him. The camera had video output so I hooked it up to an unused channel on our satellite system, that way I could see Roger on our bedroom TV. True to her word, Nancy sent me several additional boxes of essentials from San Francisco, and with the things I had picked up locally - well I was ready for the next time Roger passed out. I thought the whole thing through very carefully, from every angle. I was actually teetering on the edge of going through with it or not, when I looked in my panty draw for a pair of panties to wear - so many were all stretched out, virtually unusable. Can you believe it, one was put back loaded with crusty cum; I just don't know what he was thinking. That did it, Roger was history, and Bridget was about to be born. Week 0 Roger passed out on Thursday night and I took additional Polaroid pictures to add to the hundred and fifty or so I already had. I removed my once lovely cum stained panties entirely from him. Then I fastened a cute little testicle restraint on his useless disgusting hairy balls. Wincing a little at the thought of the pain this diabolical device could cause, I tied its control chain to my belt. Then I put a belt with fur lined manacles for each wrist on him followed by fur lined ankle restraints which limited his stride to fifteen inches or so. I poured water on his head and the pig moaned and peed on the floor, well I wasn't going to clean it up. Eventually he woke up and I got him to his feet. He started to get sick and I pushed his head into the bowl until he finished. It was only then that he realized he was restrained and that I had him by the balls. He started to complain loudly, and I tugged fairly hard on his cute little testicle restraint, he doubled over with a gasp. When he stopped squealing I told him to shut-up and come upstairs with me. It only took a few more little tugs on his balls to get him quietly moving. Girls, if you don't have one of those little things, get one, they're magic. Anticipating his mess, I had a shower curtain on the floor at the foot of our bed and I had him sit on it. The colors clashed horribly, but who expects to use a shower curtain in the bedroom? I resolved to purchase something more harmonious first chance. Fastening a dog's collar around his neck and chaining it to the brass rail at the foot of our bed I smiled a little. I was really glad now that I had insisted on having a sturdy brass king size four poster when we furnished this room. I tied his balls to the bottom rung of the bed. He could only move his head a few inches and his butt not at all, clearly I had his undivided attention as we watched videos for an hour or so. I almost felt sorry for the miserable half-drunk bastard; after all I loved him - after a fashion. After the video show he agreed to do what ever I asked, so I released his right arm and had him sign twenty or so medical release forms. Then I had him read and sign a confession admitting that he would cross-dress, and then to cruise gay bars for tricks (Nancy's touch.) Surprisingly his little thing was got hard (relatively, you understand) as he read that. In the last section, he admitted to being a woman in a man's body, and begged me to help him achieve his dream of being a woman in a woman's body. Then I focused the camcorder on his face to record the moment for the record. He really did a very convincing job, he had real tears in his eyes at the right dramatic time, it made me wonder. He was reluctant looking into the camera at first, but that cute little testicle restraint was everything Nancy said it would be I told him that from now on he would do everything I told him to, cheerfully and willingly - or face the consequences. If he tried my patience too much, I would very publicly divorce him, and with this tape, I could break our prenuptial agreement. I led him into our bathroom and had him shower after I removed the restraints, except for the cute little testicle restraint of course. I did his back and helped him dry off in a most loving way. Then I reapplied his restraints, padlocked his dog collar chain to the sink's drainpipe, and his ball's leash to the hook on the ceiling that I normally have a lovely spider plant hanging from. The chain from the testicle restraint was almost long enough for him to lie on the floor comfortably. When he complained I told him that was 'one,' and went into the bedroom for a penis ball gag, and put it on locking the little padlock at the rear. His eyes said it all. I was pretty wound up by then as you may well imagine, and as it was only ten PM on the coast I called Nancy, and we discussed the entire thing for an hour or so. She reassured me I was doing the right thing, and that I should take a sleeping pill to get a good nights rest. I did, it would be a busy day tomorrow. Waking about eleven to the sound of the doorbell I answered in my nighty, as expected it was Mike with his surgical bag. We hadn't been together for several days so when we reached the bedroom I took his clothes off in full view of Bridget to be. Well, we had to change to greens anyhow. I gave Mike a great blowjob from my knees (something I had steadfastly refused to do for Roger.) Mike likes to start that way half the time, the other times he returns the favor. I told you he is a treasure. Then Mike looked over all the forms and walked over to my girl to be saying he had a full day of surgery ahead of him. Mike winced as he examined the testicle restraint saying, "He will be glad to loose those if you keep this on him." We both started to don greens, and Mike looked at me saying, "Ah hell," and threw me on the bed and fucked my eyes out. After that we were both pretty loose and ready to begin on my girl to be. I wheeled in a rented high gurney from its hiding place in the second floor guestroom. We moved him onto the gurney, secured the restraints, and prepared for several simple procedures, most of which didn't require a surgeon of Mike's skill. However I think you can see I really value my girl to be. While Mike scrubbed in the hall bathroom, I gave a really terrified but unresisting girl to be a healthy shot of chlorpromazine. Not surprisingly she went out like a light, and I removed her gag. I will describe what was done in non-medical terminology, should any of you girls out there be interested, I can provide precise details. First, the most complicated procedure was to surgically partially sever the muscle at the base of the penis. In Roger's case, over time it stretched a good inch in length when hard, but more importantly the weakened muscles would let it hang straight down. It would still be a puny thin little thing, but perhaps just right for anal stimulation I mused. Mike agreed it definitely would be the right tool for that job. Then my girl to be had her foreskin removed except for a flap on its underside, and it had a half-inch gold ring inserted and clamped permanently closed (short of cutting it off.) It must have hurt going through the sensitive nerves in the new clitoris as my girl to be moaned even under sedation. But it was firmly attached well into the meat of her clitoris, as it needed to be to stand strain it might experience. Then a series of eight little rings were attached on either side of my girl to be's balls, the intention here was to secure my girl to be's ovaries into her body cavity as one would lace shoes. I had toyed with removing the ugly hairy things entirely, and had his signed release to do so, but I thought it would be fun to have her make that her choice as her true nature evolved. Then another half-inch secure ring was attached under her ovaries between her legs with the intention of fastening my girl to be's clitoris to it just about all the time. This would allow her to sit naturally and pee without using her hands, just a dainty wipe as usual and nature would be satisfied. Nancy assured me it would also curb her tendency to play with herself. Then at Nancy's suggestion, Mike attached another half-inch gold ring permanently and securely to my girl to be's belly button. Nancy thought it would be fun to attach my girl to be's clit to this ring when she wore hip- huggers and a short blouse. You know when I want to let everyone know all about my Bridget. Finally, my girl to be had her ears pierced in three places on each ear. One earring on each ear said Catherine's in small letters around the top and sides of the ear, and the other hole on each ear was filled with conventional topaz studs. I thought they would bring out her eye color. My girl to be had a catheter inserted which drained urine into a bag and we lifted her hips and placed a pad in case of an accident. We intended to sedate her at least for the rest of the weekend so significant pain wouldn't be her first memory as Bridget. Last, I gave her a healthy injection of hormones to begin her transformation, started a dextrose saline drip, with added codeine and phenobarbital to keep her happily sedated. Finally, I strapped her securely down. I had to remove the bottom of my greens as my girl to be spritzed me with pee while Mike was fiddling with her; it didn't distract Mike much while he operated, but when my girl to be was done Mike smiled and said, "Let's grab a quickie." I must confess that the absolutely best thing about Mike's quickies is they seldom last less than a half-hour. Week 1 As it turned out my girl to be didn't fully wake until Tuesday evening as I was coming home from my shift. By this time all her tissue was healing nicely, but I replaced the loose dressings and antibiotic ointment on all sites just to be on the safe side. She was groggy, but awake when I removed the catheter and cleaned her bottom saying this was the last time I was doing that for her. I put her ankle restraints on telling her I would spare her the testicle and wrist restraints, if she were a good little my girl to be. Then I released her restraints to the gurney. Poor thing was so weak I really needn't have worried. I had her put on an ugly long line bra from the fifties, Nancy said it was a genuine antique, regardless I put heavy silicon sacks to pad out her 'C' cups. Then I explained she was still a fat pig and had to wear a fat ladies dress and stockings until she thinned down, but not to feel too bad, as that won't take too long. She put on a cheep-cotton slip and black 'old peasant lady's' dress. You know the kind that buttons down the front, with thick support stockings tied at the knee to stay up. Then I had her wear lace up black medium heels to match her dress and reapplied the ankle restraints. She was slouching worse than usual and I warned her to stand straight or the testicle restraint was going back on. She did. You have to understand I am not a cruel person at heart, my profession is helping people, and I'm very good at it, what I was doing here was sexual tough love. We went downstairs and over a three ounces (dry) of vitamin enriched oatmeal I explained to my girl to be our new relationship. I told her until I explicitly said otherwise, she should address me respectfully as Catherine dear or dearest, dear or dearest Catherine with her eyes directed at my feet, I wouldn't respond positively to anything else. And would get very cross with her if she persists in exhibiting disrespectful behavior. Second, she was on an exercise regime complimented by a crash 900 calorie (to start with) per day diet. She was responsible for washing our clothes each night and would sleep on the floor in another identical slip. Except for when she was in the shower, she would wear one of her two long line bras. She looked directly at me and asked, "Cathy, what the hell were you doing with Mike?" I took a rod from the table and told her to put out her hands and hold them still. Then I gave her knuckles several sharp raps, waiting each time for her to hold her hands steady. I said mildly "How should you address me?" The cheeky Bridget still didn't do it right. I mildly said "Finish your oatmeal, and lets go upstairs." You have to understand Bridget used to hate oatmeal, but it was the first solid food for five days, and she did finish it along with a thirty two ounce glass of water. She would be drinking a lot of water over the next few weeks, at least two gallons a day. You might wonder why Bridget didn't just overpower me; after all I am five foot five and all of 110 pounds. At this point Bridget was a good 220 pounds and quite strong. Well even a totally healthy Roger learned I'm fast as hell, bite, usually go for the balls - and know all the pressure points. When we got upstairs I had Bridget stand in front of my full-length mirror and tell me what she saw - in detail. Then I told her to raise her dress and pull down her cheap cotton panties and tell me what she saw. I confess I took small pleasure in the look of panic in her eyes. I told her, "I like your little clit much better this way, it will be much easier to clean now, I don't like cocks with a foreskin. In case you're interested that was why I would never give you a blowjob, and as you could see I love giving blowjobs to a real man." She winced when she touched the ring on her clitoris, and I assured her that when the time came she would learn its purpose. While she was standing with her panties down I snapped and clipped on the testicle restraint, "There, you know what you have to do, and what will happen if you make me cross." I asked her to bring her gag to me and to ask me if I would please put it on for her. I saw a flash of defiance, but she brought it to me and in a sarcastic tone of voice asked that I put it on for her. I smiled and told her that she had clearly graduated from that puny half inch diameter cock insert, and went to my bottom draw and selected a gag with a one inch diameter two inch long cock attached to the ball. Bridget turned pale when I asked if she would prefer the one next to it - a inch and a half diameter five inch long cock and balls with an elastic head strap. Bridget asked me very nicely, and handed me the one-inch model. I had Bridget pee and brush her teeth, and then I said I had a special treat for her. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties and played with myself using the little cock, getting it and the cute red ball soaked with my love juices. Then I put the gag on my Bridget noting her dress was sticking out. I told Bridget I would severely discipline her if she played with her clitoris, and that I would know. Just to be on the safe side I put the belt with the wrist restraints on her and secured her dog collar to the sink leaving enough room so she could pee. The ring in he cock wasn't ready for any strain yet, so that might be messy. Well she was going to clean the bathroom anyway. Before I left I told Bridget to imagine it was Mike's cock in her mouth all night, after his giving me the fuck of my life. Just to emphasize her helplessness I ended with, "And you better not pee on the floor during the night." I confess to being a little excited about how well things were working out, and put my self to sleep with my butterfly vibrator humming away. What I really needed though was Mike's beautiful cock. Week 3 I was very good to Bridget, and gave her rings and things fourteen days to fully heal, then I had her lay down on the guest room bed, which had a warm pastel (a color that matched the decor I noted with satisfaction,) shower curtain laid out on it. I propped Bridget up comfortably on several pillows and with the aid a hand mirror I explained to her the purpose of all the rings. I told her I would do it for her once, and if she didn't do it properly herself the next time that I would be cross with her. She was catching on it didn't pay to have me cross with her. First, I applied Nair to her hairy ovaries and left her while it worked its magic. After rinsing and drying the now presentable ovaries thoroughly, I tucked them up where they belonged, out of sight. Then I placed a piece of cotton over the opening and using a thin cotton shoelace and little gold rings I neatly tied them inside. Just like lacing shoes. Then I took a darling little gold padlock and locked her clitoris to the ring between her legs below where her ovaries were. I had to stretch it a little but it was just right, considering Mike said it would stretch more over the next few weeks. I told her to be sure to thank Mike the next time she saw him. She looked very pale and I told her to rest for a few minutes before she took a pee with her new plumbing, and to be sure to call me to watch. It worked so well I couldn't resist giving Bridget a great big hug. Now that Bridget was fully healed, it was time to begin her exercise program. I won't give details here, but the exercises were designed to flatten her slowly shrinking tummy, shape her pitiful butt, and increase her flexibility. Eventually she was vigorously exercising two hours a day. We also added walking and squatting in heels for several hours each day while balancing two books on her head. Initially she complained once that her ovary hurt when she squatted, but when I tightened the laces and had her try it some more, she didn't complain again. I had her brush her almost shoulders length mouse brown hair two hundred strokes each day. She pulled it back in a high ponytail as I sometimes wore mine, without even being told - I was so pleased I gave her a jeweled barrette to hold it. I also started her training to stand still and not to fidget. I spent two days looking into our finances; it was then that I found out just how much of an asshole Roger had become. Since our marriage our arrangement had been, all my salary was mine to spend on myself, being prudent I saved what I would have spent on rent each month and had a nice little portfolio. In addition I had an American Express and Visa cards that he paid monthly. It was my understanding his salary at the Computer Company was barely more then it had been when we were married, but he paid all our household expenses out of it. Since Roger wouldn't be working, I called and talked to his boss, Meg Holling, and told her he would be out for an extended period with a kidney problem. She told me he had quit months ago, but would have been fired for his drinking in any event. However if he ever quit drinking they would consider taking him back, and hung up. I became a little concerned about a roof over our heads, and then I looked deeper. Our house was worth at least a half million and it had been a wedding gift from his mother so there was no mortgage. I was surprised to find that the house was actually an asset of a trust fund, which also paid all other costs of ownership like maintenance of the house and grounds, utilities, insurance, and taxes. It also paid our club memberships and charges as they were family memberships, and all associated taxes. Ok, we will have a roof over our head. Looking at his banking statements I saw a deposit of ten thousand was made the first of each month, looking deeper I found that was from another trust fund, humm, mommy dearest didn't trust Roger with lump sums. I didn't even know this source of income existed. Up until two months ago there were bimonthly deposits of three thousand two hundred, that was exactly what he told me his salary was. I could find no savings account or portfolio. What the hell was he doing with all that money? Where was he going the past two months when I thought he was at work? Does the worm have a mistress? That wouldn't be bad, my lawyer made sure the prenuptial was void if he kept a mistress. I found a key and remembered he went to the basement frequently. To make a long story short, dummy had a monster gambling problem. The only good thing was his bookie and card room didn't extend him credit, they weren't greedy, they settled for a steady twelve to fifteen thousand a month from the jerk. Jesus, how stupid is he? I called the bookie and card room and told them Roger was real sick, and made sure he didn't owe them anything. He didn't, in fact the bookie owed him a few thousand as a horse hit, he would mail it to me. Now, they really were sincerely sorry to hear that he was sick. All I told Bridget, was that all our finances were being taken care of, and for her not to worry her pretty little head about them. Week 4 Bridget had been taking oral hormones daily, but her blood work indicated she could stand a weekly injection in addition. She had lost close to twenty-five pounds, and could now fit into the largest hourglass-laced corset Nancy had sent to me. I don't think Bridget was as happy as I was, but with Mike's help Bridget was securely laced in. Nancy recommended that initially Bridget should wear the corset for seventy-two hours straight, tightening it once or twice a day as needed. Bridget had to agree that her figure and posture had improved dramatically with it. I decided to give her a treat. I unlocked the little gold padlock and for the first time in over a week, her cute little gold ringed clitoris was free and rising. I had her go to my draw and get a rubber and my discipline rod. Mike and I were curious as to how things would work with the ovaries inside, but all went well. I let Bridget come almost to organism five times before I slapped the little thing with my rod, very hard. Then I tired of the game and let her milk it. She must have been ready as she filled up the rubber's tip and much more. That night I tucked Bridget in on the floor by the foot of my bed wearing her new corset, with the one inch ball gag soaked with Mike's and my juices - and since she begged so nicely (after prompting) the contents of her rubber. Bridget made a strange request; she asked that her sperm be frozen, just in case there was an accident. I couldn't imagine why she would want to propagate such a weak bloodline, so I said it wasn't necessary. I won't mention the despicable deed she did for fear it might give other sissies ideas, but it was the very next day after we were so kind to her. Suffice to say I was very cross with her. I wanted the punishment to carry no residual sexual pleasure, like the ball gags did for instance. With her hands manacled to her belt I had her lay on the kitchen floor and clamped her legs between two chairs, sandwiched between the two seats. Kind of a modified bastinado treatment, well it kept the Roman army in line. Then I smacked the bottoms of her feet with my punishment rod, it was very tedious for me, but I gave her a full quarter-hour of good sharp strokes on the soles of both feet. Let me tell you she was in tears and I had to gag her with a dishcloth shortly after I started, I didn't feel like walking upstairs for a ball gag. I never had to do that again, thank god. Week 5 Bridget's breasts started to bud and became very tender. I wanted her to learn to associate her breasts with pleasure, so Mike and I teamed up to help her learn. Mike would stand behind her, and using hormone cream play with her breasts while I would tease her tethered clitoris. Judging by her squirming and moans, it must have been exquisite, every second or third day we would unbind her clitoris and let her milk it - she was supposed to cum only after I told her it was ok. She wasn't perfect yet, but she was beginning to understand she must wait for my command to make milk. I introduced her to caring for my feet on a daily basis. I am not one of those nurses who wears pants most of the time, I like the freedom to show a little if I feel like it. How do you think I got Mike? I also wear lace top stockings and a garter belt most of the time rather than pantyhose. In my opinion, Bridget's job is to make me feel better, not to learn a foot fetish by licking my feet or sucking on my toes. If Mike isn't with me I sit down in an easy chair and Bridget lovingly removes my stockings, woe to her should a run develop. Then she brings a container of warm soapy water and I soak my feet for ten minutes or so while she cleans my shoes and applies white to them as necessary. Then she washes my feet and legs and gives me a fine massage on my calves and feet. Then she fetches clean water and rinses all the soap off and spends ten minutes rubbing lotion in. Depending on my mood she may put on fresh stockings and heels and dresses me to go out, or slippers and robe. If Mike is with me she performs the service for him as well. Week 6 Bridget asked if she was thin enough to wear a pretty dress. She had her eyes downcast and blushed as she asked. I melted, but still I pretended to measure her with my eye. Then I said I might have something for her, but she had to be very careful with it and not to mess it. I had Bridget remove her black nightmare, as I thought of it, and the dowdy slip and stockings. I removed the now relatively loose corset and was pleased at how trim her waist was becoming. She said she was used to the corset now and that it made her feel secure. Then I removed a large box from the corner of the room and opened it. First I laced Bridget up in a new, smaller corset, still boned but with artful built in silicon breast padding. The effect was magical. Then I showed her how to step into her petticoats and finally the dress, which was an 1890's style hobble skirt with a still much-needed bustle. It really was very flattering on her; the color was rust rose with barely perceptible vertical stripes pressed into the satin of the skirt. The bodice was Irish lace over satin and there was a matching apron; it must have cost Nancy a fortune. I had Bridget sit while I pulled on her stockings and laced up her high-buttoned three inch heel shoes. It was just like playing dress up as a child. Well, what can I say; I was truly captured by the moment. Mike came by and I let Bridget suck his cock a bit before he fucked me silly. As a reward I let her lick us clean, which she did very carefully without messing her lovely dress. Week 7 Bridget was cooking for us, of course she was still restricted to vitamin enriched oatmeal, with plain salads added every other day or so for roughage. She looked very sharp serving us in her fine satin dress and apron. I'm sorry to report that I noticed her sampling more than a little food as she cooked and I was perhaps unduly harsh. For the rest of the week she was required to wear the two-inch ball gag whenever she was downstairs. At night she was allowed the one-inch model again but with hand restraints. She was responsible to don these devices herself, as instructed, and was most conscientious. Mike said she was really getting the hang of cock sucking. I was dying to set her loose on my clitoris, but I had some more things to do first. I noticed the first signs of cramping and knew my friend was coming. I really felt sorry for Bridget when I told her that her first period was coming, and that she had to take off her fine dress for a few days. I explained that her first period was likely to be messy, but after a while she would learn to manage, I assured her we all do. I instructed her that her Bridget cunt is very special, in that it had to do double duty. I especially impressed upon her what ever goes in her Bridget cunt must be disinfected or disposed of when removed. Roger always wanted me to play with his rear, but I wouldn't. Now I would more than make up to her for my earlier refusal. I explained to her that I would prepare her with a little douche and that for the first night or so use a special plug in place of the normal tampon and pad. To impress upon her the need for sanitation, I wore surgical rubber gloves when fiddling with her rear hole. Still in her lovely corset and high button shoes I had Bridget kneel on the bathroom floor and put her head on the floor. Then I gave her a warm enema with barium and plugged her Bridget cunt with an inflatable butt plug. I think it was the first time the poor dear was plugged. At least I never found any plugs in Roger's secret stash. I told her she could get up now and showed her how to place the pad and secure it with a firm panty girdle against little leaks. When we went into the bedroom I gave her a lovely silk nighty to wear. I explained it always made me feel so feminine when the curse struck, and if she liked we could suffer together tonight in the bed. It was mean of me to give her two quarts with the barium in it, after a while it does begin to cramp and create the need to pee. But I had cramps and needed to pee frequently too, and she was my Bridget. She did suffer, but she snuggled up to me moaning at times, and I went to sleep lulled by her warmth. It was a bit of a mess in the morning and I made a note to give a cleansing enema first next time. Bridget was very embarrassed, and after I inserted a tampon in each of us, she put on rubber gloves, cleaned up and disinfected without being asked. Week 10 Bridget was wearing the smallest laced corset Nancy had sent and a new dress sized to match. After our period was over I introduced her to normal butt plugs, and I made her understand they would be worn whenever she didn't have her period until I said not to. After a few days she had some trouble keeping a plug in all the time, so she graduated to a larger one, and it was ok. I had her always place two rubbers on the plug prior to insertion to make clean up a snap. I noticed her nipples were growing and she reported they were very tender. To help her Mike or I still gave her breast treatments; I remembered how nice it was when my mother did that for me during my puberty. Over fifty percent of the time now she was able to wait for my command to cum. Sometimes after a half-hour of stroking her little clitoris. We added smacking her bottom just as she was beginning to cum, and she seemed to like that. She was very pleased with herself and I noticed her eyeing my makeup and nail polish. But she wasn't ready for that yet. I watched her carefully but didn't see her swiping our food so she was not gagged during the day or most nights now. Two positive signs showed she was adapting well now. First, after I gave her permission and she was administering enemas to herself, she said it made the butt plug much more enjoyable. Second, on some nights she would bring me a gag and ask if she might wear it that night, sometimes I let her. Week 12 Bridget was down to 166 pounds and almost ready for contemporary garb. Her breasts were noticeably forming now, but still very tender and I had her rub lotion into them for a half-hour every morning and night. I decided to give her another week or so in the 1890's, and we added more and harder slaps with ping-pong paddles to her rear as she made milk. Mike tried it with me and I with him, and we decided we liked it too, on Saturday we allowed Bridget to smack our bottoms for us as we came. Not for every day, but a nice variation. Mike noticed Bridget was developing a very nice walk, he observed her butt moved just like a real girl. Bridget beamed all day from the compliment and walked past him at every opportunity. I gave her an extra shot of hormones as her blood work indicated it was possible, they were very noticeably working. Her cooking was improving and I could tell she was really trying. Her days were very busy, between exercise, cleaning, walking, cooking, foot care, and following my whims. Well, soon she would be a girl of the 1990s and would have to take on more. A very strange set of circumstances occurred. Mike was performing a routine removal of a portion of a cancer patients intestines, he had no sooner opened the patient and began uncoiling the intestines when the anaesthesiologist indicated a problem. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen, the patient was paralyzed as expected, but could feel everything. That was clear from the terror and pain in her eyes. The anaesthesiologist tried everything, but the patient remained alert and feeling. There was really nothing Mike could do but continue, remove the section and close up. When we returned home, I tried to tell Mike there was nothing he did wrong, but he felt the woman's pain, and the look in her eyes almost devastated him. I guess my training as a nurse hardened me to patients suffering, it was often the price of health, but Mike seldom experienced protracted exposure to extreme pain that he was directly inflicting. I tried to divert Mike with sex, but he wasn't interested, so without saying anything, but in a bit of a snit I went to bed about nine. Bridget was in the bathroom, and I intended to wait for her to rub my feet until I went to sleep, but I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. About four I woke and sensed I was alone, I had to pee anyhow so I got up and hearing soft voices I found Bridget and Mike in an earnest discussion. I could only catch a word or two, but apparently they were discussing the operation, it was a closed subject in my mind, so I went back to sleep. I woke about eight and Mike was in bed with me, sound asleep and Bridget was sleeping on the floor as usual. I was wide awake but dressed without disturbing them, about eleven Mike joined me in the kitchen and more than made up for last night's lack of interest. Afterwards Mike said he never realized what a warm and sensitive person Bridget really was, 'Bridget? You got to be kidding' my mind observed through the post orgasm fog. I was going to quiz her about their discussion, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. Week 15 I took Bridget outside the grounds for the first time. She was still in the 1890's and drew some appreciative stares, until people in the mall noticed her five o'clock shadow. I told her to stand up straight with her head up and ignore them. She was my Bridget and I was the only one whose opinion counted. I'm sure she was cringing inside, but she put up a brave front. From the mall we were headed to a clinic that specialized in laser hair removal, I expected it would be the first of many Monday afternoon visits. The technician first shaved her whole body with an electric barber shear and then with a special electric razor set to leave a bit of stubble. Then she went into another room and Mary Ryan, the doctor, did the laser treatment lightly all over. Mary was fascinated when we let Bridget's ovaries drop for treatment; she thought the little rings were a marvelous idea. Bridget looked like a lobster, and I'm sure the corset was unpleasant when I helped her dress, however she didn't complain. Toward the end of the week my period started again and I applied the lessons learned. Bridget was thoroughly cleaned out and the barium solution prepared with red dye this time, applied and securely plugged. Again Bridget was allowed to sleep in bed cuddling with me, not on the floor, and in a fine nightie to boot. I added more barium this time, Bridget was very uncomfortable I'm sure, but then so was I. We made it through the night together and felt very close in the morning. She was very proud when the toilet turned red with her period, right after it did the same for me. I didn't tell her, but I was really looking forward to sleeping with her nightly. I do like a warm body next to me. Week 16 On Wednesday we both undressed completely, we had a heart to heart talk in front of the mirror. Her figure was shaping up nicely but there were many places where a tuck or two was called for, also it was time to consider breast implants. And her nose might have looked fine on a roman statue, but it certainly did not bear any family resemblance to my naturally pert profile. We talked about removing her gonads, I pointed out they were useless now and made her hormone therapy tricky, but I could see that she wasn't ready for that yet. At the end of our talk we agreed to have the other offending areas rectified - tomorrow. Mike had made the appointment with a colleague of his weeks ago. It really was a lot for one day, but we had assured the surgeon I was a nurse, and I would give her professional care - when we brought her home from his clinic on Saturday. The poor dear was sore all over for over two weeks, but I didn't rush her, and by the following Saturday we couldn't drag her from the mirror. I had to however, as she had to wear a support bra for the next ten days, least her implants dislodge. At the end of two weeks her 'C' breasts and pert nose came out perfectly, I was very proud of her. She continued exercising abet less vigorously while she recovered and we discussed her next phase of training. I took advantage of her recovery to concentrate on walking, standing still, and not fidgeting. Week 18 I told Bridget she was ready to have her hair, face, and nails done. I pointed out it was a big responsibility she was taking on, and that I would understand if she wished to put it off for a while. No way I was assured, she would make every effort and she really wanted to look like me. I was touched; this was working out so well. I wore my blond hair beyond shoulder length and it fell in waves, quite sexy actually. At work I put it up on top of my head in a bun or I wore a high ponytail. I told her I would have her hair done, and see how well she did with that before makeup and nails. Still in the 1890's we left for the salon and returned with a blond copy of myself. She was the talk of the salon, how often does one see a Bridget from the 1890's after all. She looked so much like a girl, I had to show her Bridget clitoris to several of the girls, and they thought it was cute too. Bridget let me do it with little more than a blush, and I believe she was very proud of herself. Now we really couldn't get her away from the mirror. Ok, call me softy, I let her have a manicure too. I had her watch as the girl give me a pedicure and we purchased the necessities for her to take over giving me frequent manicures and pedicures. She was walking in heels so well I stopped that exercise to make time for her new duties. Week 19 Early in the eighteenth week the friend came again, and Bridget had everything ready in the bathroom as she noticed me grimace at dinner with the start of cramps. I increased the barium this time and we really suffered together, it was such a bonding experience. I found I enjoyed doing her nails, and chatting - I believe that was the start of a new loving relationship between us. I decided to begin her pussy loving training later on in the week when my flow lightened. I remembered how Billy did it, and decided to start right off building endurance; based on Roger's non-performance I was half way expecting some resistance. But no, Bridget took to the task like she was born to it, and almost before I realized I had a good organism. She backed off a little while I recovered, but was soon out performing Billy, and he didn't have a cute little blond ponytail bobbing up and down. Our first session lasted over an hour and at the end I was really clamping down on poor Bridget's head. I couldn't move for twenty minutes, it was that intense. When we were finished Bridget looked down blushing, and said she much preferred that to cock sucking. I hugged her and said, "So do I baby, so do I!" Week 20 On Monday, Bridget had her last laser treatment for a while; she was smooth and hairless all over. I decided I would like to see well made up eyes looking at me while my pussy was being adored. She was caring for our hair now and was very good at it. It was time to dress Bridget in contemporary garb, and have her wear make up like the big Bridget she now was. She was still five eight of course but, but she was down to one hundred and thirty eight pounds when I decided to take her shopping. Before we went out I experimented and found a thong and a light days pad completely masked her thin clitoris. I had her wear the bra she wore after the implants, which was quite large on her now. To cover her she wore one of my old housedress and sandals. She was not very attractive. We left the house about nine, and the first stop was the foundation specialty shop. Bridget was a full 34C now and we bought several bras, panty girdles, panties, cinches, slips, a modern "Merry Widow" style corset for fun nights, you know everything a modern girl needs. The ladies were fascinated with Bridget's clitoris, and several had to touch it to make sure it was real. Bridget wore a modern strapless merry widow corset, and lace toped stocking when we left the store. In the mall proper, we purchased several outfits and I had Bridget wear a strapless black sheath with a skirt length that just covered her stocking tops. Very hot, her much-improved butt looked great! Then we went into Macy's for a makeover. I must confess I enjoyed Bridget's discomfort trying to keep her skirt decent on the high make up stool, so I didn't add to it by telling the sales lady Bridget's true gender. We collected kits for day, evening, and whore. We left with Bridget wearing whore or slut if you prefer. Then we purchased several pair of heels and she left wearing three inch black pumps. On the way home, just for the hell of it I sent her into a gay bar to buy a pack of cigarettes (neither of us smoked) and to drink a glass of milk. She was to be sure to tell the bartender she was a transvestite when she ordered the milk. I waited outside and she came out ten minutes later, red faced, and got into the car without speaking. Of course I made her tell me all about it, and we both ended up having a good laugh. Mike stopped by our house on the way home and asked my new friend to blow him. While she was doing it, he casually asked me if we were ready to try out Bridget's clitoris on a little anal excursion. I asked myself, why not? When Bridget was finished, Mike was beeped and had to leave, but I was still hot from watching Bridget blow him, she was getting so good at it. Still dressed I had Bridget go to the bathroom and get some of the special rubber bands, rubbers, and lubricant. Looking at Bridget I was feeling like a slut myself. When she returned I released her clitoris and helped her make it stiff. Then I had her put on two rubbers and a tight rubber band to insure they didn't slip off her puny thing. I pulled down my panties, jacked up my skirt, and leaned over the dining room table. I told Bridget to bugger me nicely, but if she came, I would be very, very harsh with her. With liberal lubricant, Bridget played with my rosebud with her clitoris while I played with my breasts and watched her in the mirror. Soon I requested penetration and then vigorous play. It really was the right tool for the job; all I needed was Mike filing my other hole. I told Bridget to stop; it was time to eat. She dutifully withdrew and wiped my butt clean. I had her wash her clitoris, discard the rubbers, and lock back up. I sat in an easy chair and with both of us still dressed Bridget had dinner for an hour or so. She really is extraordinary talented and I lost count of my organisms. That night, before I tucked Bridget in on the floor she told me how grateful she was to be my big Bridget now. I gave her a little kiss and told her she was the best sister ever. Week 21 During the week, Bridget and I went everywhere together. Mike suggested I bring her to the hospital; he had several friends who would like to see her. Well, she wasn't exactly a secret. Several of the guys asked me if she could blow them and she set up shop in the old staff lounge. Then Peter, Mike's best friend, wanted to bugger her, I couldn't refuse providing he wore rubbers and used adequate lubrication. Mike and I watched very carefully, it was her first time, and after a while Bridget seemed to take it very well, she probably thought it gave her mouth a rest. After all the blowjobs she has given, I would have. My very good friend Sandra walked in unexpectedly, and asked if Bridget gave good head to ladies. Well I was most proud of that, and I couldn't refuse providing we could watch. Bridget made Sandra a very happy woman. Then she made me a very happy woman and then blew Mike, the poor dear was exhausted, so I suggested she freshen up, and we left for home. On the way we stopped for dinner and Mike asked me if it would be ok for Bridget to eat with us, I relented, it was really about time, and Bridget had her first real meal in almost five months. Upon returning home Nancy called and asked if we could visit her in San Francisco for a week or so in a few weeks over Christmas. I called and accepted - the timing was perfect, Mike was going to Aspen with his family, and I had ten days off for accumulated extra shifts. That same evening Bridget asked if she could speak frankly. She looked very serious, and I couldn't imagine what was wrong. "Of course Bridget, what is troubling you?" "Catherine, you know I would never say anything in front of your friends, but I will never have sex with anyone other than you or Mike again. If another is to be brought into our family it must be with my prior knowledge and consent. I don't believe our long term relationship can survive such depravities, I certainly can't." I was floored; I didn't know what to say. She just stood there looking at me with her big eyes, after awhile she undressed and prepared for bed. She curled up on the floor and went to sleep. I went to bed but couldn't sleep, she was right and I knew it, I don't know what I was thinking. Reviewing the day I realized Mike had realized what a ghastly thing we were doing and attempted to make amends to Bridget. Bridget was right, never again. Once I made up my mind I went wake Bridget, but she was awake waiting for me. "Bridget honey, your right that was a monstrous thing to do. I promise nothing like that will ever happen again, please come to bed with me now." We hugged, cuddled, and fell peacefully asleep like two spoons. Week 22 During the week I took stock of Bridget's talents, I decided she had cleaned up her act and was more than suited to my needs - and just as important I was to her needs. I wouldn't be ashamed to bring her to visit Nancy as my best friend. We finally got around to trying anal stimulation while Mike and I fucked. It worked best for me when I sat on Mike wonderful tool and leaned forward, exposing my rosebud to Bridget's clitoris. I managed two delightful organisms and Mike one. Bridget was good and there was no milk in her rubbers, just a little pre-cum. She cleaned up and put fresh rubbers on for Mike's turn. Mike was nervous, as he hadn't tried anal penetration before, but I assured him Bridget wouldn't hurt him. This time we let Bridget enter Mike very gradually with Mike on his knees on the floor, I was under him and his face was in my pussy while I was jerking and licking him off. Mike had a powerful organism and I was covered with cum. Bridget was good and began cleaning everyone up. Mike wanted to give Bridget a break and help her milk herself. However, her little bottom was really red by the time she filled her rubber. Our hands were stinging and I made a note to buy a nice little paddle or whip for her when we got to San Francisco in a few weeks. On the plus side, now we didn't have to worry about her milking herself without us paddling away and tweaking her breasts. Her padlock was replaced by a little clasp and she could free her clit at will. All week she slept with me in bed, we wore beautiful nightgowns, cuddled, and I truly believe that she is very happy with her new life. I was very glad to have her with me, I just hoped she appreciated my sacrifice in the past weeks. The Fruits of Love Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse. Rebecca West (1892-1983) Thanksgiving fell during the twenty-third week, I decided we would have a traditional dinner, with Bridget cooking of course. Let me tell you she was psyched. Last week I made two other decisions in the spirit of the holidays: First, I would begin calling her Bridget from now on; sissy would be an adjective, not a proper noun in our house again. Second, she would go off her diet of enriched oatmeal and salad, and begin eating real food again; she was made to understand that if she gained any significant weight she was back on her diet. We were just about to sit down for diner when I almost had a heart attack, what I kind of dreaded happened. Gloria Feebold-Miles, Bridget's mom arrived to have Thanksgiving dinner with us - without any notice whatsoever. Bridget answered the door wearing a stylish short cocktail dress we shopped for together last Saturday; she was so much fun to shop with now. She was wearing a lovely white apron over her LBD, it was just darling with a spray of red and yellow roses on its front; she was cooking dinner after all. Fortunately, I was lighting the candles on the table so I looked busy; I could see Gloria from the dining room and walked out to great her. Gloria's black sable coat was gorgeous, and much to my dismay she looked in fine health, I didn't know then what the next few weeks would bring. Bridget was speechless during the few seconds it took for me to walk to the door - however; she had the presence of mind to close the door and her mouth after a second or so. Let me tell you dear reader, my mind was racing as fast as my heart. "Hello Gloria, what a pleasant surprise. I'd like you to meet my sister Bridget." They smiled at each other and hugged, kissing without making contact as I had taught her. While I was faux kissing Gloria, Bridget was mouthing a silent thank you. "Why I didn't know you had a sister dear, I don't remember meeting her at your wedding." I think that was the last time we had seen her, after four and a half years, and she picks now to visit her dear son, touching I thought. "With all the excitement that day you may have forgotten her, besides she had light brown hair then. Please, don't stand at the door, do come in and have a old-fashioned." If I remembered correctly, they were her favorite before-dinner drink, she'd need a few before this day ended, and I on the other hand, had better keep a clear head. Gloria replied, "Thank you dear, it's freezing out there." Bridget said, "I will make a drink for you Gloria, your regular Catherine?" "Yes please, you're a dear." I replied. We walked a few feet into the living room; I steered Gloria to one of four Princess Anne armchairs arranged in an intimate cluster about a small oval period table. It was very cozy with the gas fireplace burning brightly. "I'm sorry to come with no notice, but I was in the area and asked Charles to drive me here. It has been ages and I wanted to surprise Roger." She didn't look sorry, and she sure as hell surprised Roger. 'It's a good thing Bridget had an enema and is plugged today, or she might have shit in her panties.' I reflected. "No problem whatsoever, you must stay for dinner of course. Charles must join us too, after all it is Thanksgiving, and we have more than enough." I offered. "Thank you, we will, but tell me, where's my little boy Roger? I'll bet he is watching a football game on TV." "You should have phoned ahead, he and some friends flew to some remote football game, Pittsburgh I think, and I don't expect him home until nine or ten. You should have called me, I would have insisted he be here for dinner." I was glad she remembered he liked football, a perfect reason for his absence; they do play football on Thanksgiving, don't they? Oh well, she seemed to think they do. My evolving plan was not to hide Roger's transformation, but rather to allow Gloria to see how perfect it was at dinner before I unmasked him. I figured the down side was she would storm out and threaten me with lawyers. Mikes brother was a lawyer, and he had assured me that the signed releases and videotape would vindicate me in a court of law. I hadn't begun to think of upside yet, I was still thinking damage control. We talked about the weather and Florida until Bridget returned with the drinks. She was the perfect hostess, bringing Gloria's Scotch Old Fashioned, a pitcher of refills, she said, "Mrs. Feebold-Miles I hope you enjoy these with muddled fruit." "You are a treasure, my very favorite way," she tasted, "Ah nectar of the gods. Catherine these are perfect, even heavy on the sugar and bitters. Darling Bridget please call me Gloria, there must be no formality between us." "Thank you Gloria, I'm so pleased you enjoy." She handed me a diet Coke and kept one herself. Then she served the shrimp that was destined as our first course as an hors d'oeuvre on Carr's Water Crackers, with a smidgen of cocktail sauce and fresh horseradish on top. Gloria finished her first and Bridget refilled her glass, Bridget obviously knew mother's tastes. I wanted to let her get used to he mother's presence gradually. "Bridget dear, would you please fetch Charles from the limo, he will be eating with us, perhaps you could set two more places." I requested. Before she could respond Gloria said, "Be sure to put him to work dear, he is an excellent carver." "Oh wonderful, I so enjoy cooking, but I make a frightful mess of a turkey when I attempt to carve one. I'll get Charles and see he has a warm drink, be back in a minute." I was really proud of her; Gloria showed no sign of recognition. "This is a strange coincidence, did you know Roger had a sister named Bridget?" "Why yes he's mentioned her, but I thought she'd passed away." That why I chose the name, and he seemed to like it. "Yes seven years ago while vacationing with friends in Pretoria, she loved wild animals, tragic really. The Land Rover they were traveling in overturned and her neck was broken I think, it was a freak accident really, but I've never forgiven myself for allowing her to go. Her body was never retrieved, as wild animals drove off the rest of the party before they could retrieve it. In my day young girls didn't go flitting about as they do today. There is not a day that goes by that I don't miss her. I know you love Roger, but Bridget was a sweet loving girl, she was never the handful Roger was." "I know what you mean, my brothers were so harum-scarum, and you have no idea how wonderful it is for me to have Bridget staying with me. You know, we do just everything together." I was getting a germ of an idea; this might work out without bloodshed. I saw Bridget lead Charles into the kitchen. I remembered Charles now, he was a handsome black man about six-four, and while he was easily fifty he had the body of a twenty year old athlete. My mind kind of drifted thinking about his cock, it was probably enormous - Mike had been away days too long. While I was harboring those thoughts Gloria was talking about her Bridget, her ramblings only required an occasional yes, no or maybe from me. Soon Bridget called us into dinner, it worked out very well. Charles not only carved, but he also served, saying he preferred to eat in the kitchen. 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Yes, I'll admit it, I'm a self serving, and selfish opportunist, I took advantage of her, but she got what she needed as well. I watched Patricia, and her two c***dren, several times as I would walk from my office down to the little convienient store on the corner. Just the sight of her usually gave me some pretty major wood. She was the epitome of a beautiful, ripe working calss woman, with a body that was made for fucking, tits that were designed for sucking and a mouth meant only to be a...

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Couples Plight

The vast expanse of the Nevada desert surrounded them like one yellowish, grainy amoeba Disclaimer:? This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture.? It is intended for adults only.? If you are under the age of eighteen or, in some jurisdictions, twenty-one, do not continue past this point.? If you desire to read on, it is by your own choice and responsibility as a free adult in a free society.?...

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FlashPlight

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn’t be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals — do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or...

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The Old Lamplighter

There he was, just as always, working his way down the street. It was shortly before dusk and the shadows were already beginning to grow deep. Darkness would soon descend upon the town and its streets, but the gloom would be partly dispelled by the gas lamps. Mrs Lucy Gilyott, who used to be Miss Lucy Ormerod, was standing at the window of her drawing-room looking down the street. There he was, the old lamplighter who came day in, day out, to attend to the gas lamps. Old? How old? Sixty,...

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Meanwhile Back at the Lamplighter

It is no secret that a lot of people really, really like living in Colorado. Karen Carrigan, who met Doug Yanevich while attending the University of Colorado, Denver, certainly was happy that Doug was able to get a job in Denver, shortly before she married him. They are somewhat of an odd couple. She is a tiny five foot, one inch, and weights one hundred and five pounds. He, who was a second string lineman on the football team, is six foot five, and weights in at two hundred, fifty-five...

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Flashplight

Copyright © 2002 They Got Us Hi, Robert. Yeah, it's me. Your self. If you're reading this, it means that they got to you. To us. To me. Wow, this is weird, talking to myself. Or writing to myself, as the case may be -- to a now-ignorant version of me... I knew they would be after us when they found out -- after all of us. Something like this is just too big to not squash when it begins to leak. When I realized this, I took several of our journal entries and included them with...

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Roger Dildo

ROGER DILDO By Tired Old Man This is an expanded and modified version of my story "Denise's Dildo". This story is about sex, sex, sex and more sex. If such stories offend you, then please read no further. Prologue: As the head of "Advanced Bio-Gen Applied Technologies", Denise Smith was one of the most powerful women in the world. Her company was by far the most technologically advanced of all the biogenetic companies. And it wasn't by luck or sheer brilliance that it was...

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Roger

“Well, it’s over.” Roger Jones tossed his keys on the table near the door. “She doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.” Roger slouched his way into the living room, hands in the pockets of his chinos. His roommate sat on the couch wearing a grey sweatshirt and a pair of plaid boxer shorts. “Sheila? Now there’s a shocker,” said Dennis between slurps of breakfast cereal. “Ohhhhh… Roger, honey, I’m sorry,” called Ellen from the kitchen. “What happened, sweetie?” “She was quite...

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Roger and I Part 2

I paused in the doorway, and struck a seductive pose and smiled then turned and went back into the house. I felt their eyes on my butt as I walked away with an exaggerated wiggle of my hips and smiled to myself.I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair, smiled nervously at myself, and spontaneously removed my panties. I twisted and turned looking at myself in the mirror and just before walking out unbuttoned one more button.I walked out on the deck and Roger and Freddy quit talking. I smiled...

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Roger and I Part 3

Roger pulled me closer to him. I felt his hard cock press against my soft silky butt cheeks. I smiled and reached back and shifted until his cock fit snuggly into my butt crack. Roger whispered into my ear “ I think you liked that just a little bit huh? “ I looked back at him and giggled and said “ yeah just a little bit . “ we both cracked up and I rolled on my side facing him. My eyes searched his. I was looking for anger?, jealousy? Any sign that what we just did had made him unhappy.He...

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Roger and I and an unexpected guest Part 2

Roger laughed and said “ you just might what? “ I rolled my eyes and said you know what. Stop playing mister innocent. I sat down on the stairs and said besides all of the lights and cameras and stuff are all downstairs.If I go upstairs…then, I laughed and said no fun time for you and your friends. Roger reached down and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and screamed as he carried me back into the “ soft core production room “ You’re so dead I yelled out as he led me into the room and spun...

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Roger and I part 1

Roger and I were lying in bed. I was on my side resting my head on his chest. We’d just celebrated my twenty fifth birthday and were finally alone. I was gently biting and kissing his chest when he asked me a question that made me laugh. He asked me if I’d let Freddy take some pictures of us making love. I looked up and simply said no. I told him he could take some pictures of me if he wanted too though. He laughed and said “ ok as long as I can show them to Freddy. I said oh no you don’t now...

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Roger and Margo

Its funny how many times your parents tell you about what life was like when they were growing up. And a reoccuring theme of their stories is how you should always tell the truth, no matter the cost. Hummm ... just a thought. The Story of Roger and Margo Margo walked out of Jackson State Pen a free woman. An 8x8 foot cell had been her home for the past seventeen months. Margo was not an evil woman, but she had done an evil thing. You see, when Margo fell in love, she fell in love hard. She...

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Roger and I and an unexpected quest

I came downstairs still groggy with sleep. I could hear Roger and Freddy and a strangers very deep voice laughing and talking about something on the television. I had turned to go grab my other robe when I heard Roger say. “ Here she is Miss America “ I cracked up and said yeah you wish.Where you going asked Roger? I told him to get my other robe. He said, oh you’re fine ( with a wink )come on down and grab us a few beers would you and watch some TV.? I wrapped my kimono tighter around me and...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 11

The Monday early morning swimming practice session was shorter than the previous week's practices; the coach was fairly pleased with the team's performance on Friday so he had the team doing straight laps, skipping the drills. "I want you to work on endurance today," he told the team, "so stick with one stroke and do ten laps; then go to your next stroke. We'll do an hour of laps today. Later in the week we'll need to work on our early start problem," he told them. After practice,...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 2

It was Friday, and the spring term would begin on Monday. The twins needed to take Ayame to the high school to register and then they had to stop at the dojo to return some equipment. As they drove through the base, Ayame looked around in amazement. “This is such big place! When you said you lived in place called ‘Camp Pendleton’ I thought it was like small camp, yo?” “Yeah, nothing like Japan, right? Even LA isn’t anything like Tokyo; Tokyo has all those tall buildings. You didn’t get to...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 25

In the morning, Barbara’s voice boomed over their beds. “Come on, kids, time to get up!” Tom groaned, pulling Cynthia closer to him, “Oh, Mom, we’re tired.” “I’ll bet you’re tired. You guys slept together so I’ll bet you’re tired, huh? Got a workout last night?” Tom sat up. “Um, we just snuggled, Mom. We didn’t do what you’re thinking.” “And how d’you know what I’m thinking, eh? What’s that white crusty stuff in Cindy’s hair?” “Mmmm, just a tiny gift from Tom...” Cynthia giggled. “Okay,...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 24

Early Saturday morning, the twins and Ayame left home for Tom's house; they were going to ride to the nudist resort with his family. After they reached his house, they took their bags and went to the door; Barbara greeted them. "So, ready for your first real nudist experience, kids?" she smiled at them. She looked at their bags. "Hmmm, those look kinda full ... just what did you pack?" They looked at their bags. "Ah, stuff for a week ... Toiletries and things, some undies, changes of...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 13

When the twins’ dad arrived home for dinner, he had news for the family. “I heard I’ll be getting orders soon. I heard that General Markus recommended me to be lateraled to sergeant major and assigned as the chief NCO at Camp Lejeune. It’s an honor to be selected for such a leadership post.” “Lateraled?” Ayame questioned. “Yes, dear. Not an actual promotion because I’m already at the top enlisted pay grade in the Corps. But my rank now is a kind of staff rank, not a command rank. The...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 8

Early the following day, Kevin went to the pool with Roger. When they arrived and walked out onto the deck, there was a bunch of kids milling around and talking to a teacher. Roger walked up. “All right, everyone—what gives? You need to get suited up, we’ve gotta start.” he called. The teacher walked up. “That’s the point, Roger. Mr Winters—the new assistant principal—is making some changes in the high-school sports rules. He wants gym classes and the teams to be working naked, said it’s...

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Roger

Roger Fiction by Johnny Roger and I have known each other since childhood. We lived next door to each other and went to the same primary school. Since then our paths have diverged but we have regularly kept in touch. We went on to different senior schools and different universities. He was lightly built, athletic and played fly half in his school rugby team. Roger read engineering. I read law. I work for a large city firm and have bought a small house in the suburbs. After a...

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Roger and Lori

Roger is looking over his computer, trying to determine what is going on in the company that he is auditing the books. He is doing just fine, as he has done this company in the past. Roger hears a car in the drive, and sees that it is only one thirty. He knows his wife should not be home for hours from work. He quickly saves what he is doing, and hears the doorbell ring as he clears the monitor. He does not want anyone to see the information that he is working with. He goes to the front door,...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 14

Roger's swimming practice was uneventful Tuesday morning; both Tom and Jessica were safely dressed in their suits and everyone was working hard at trying to improve their times by watching for extraneous movements and keeping their strokes smooth and regular. Roger was putting extra effort into his fly stroke; being the most difficult stroke, a good time would be very productive in swim meets. After practice, Tom came over to talk as they showered. "Hey buddy," Tom said, "thanks for the...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 4

The following day, after their Intro to Ed class ended, Prof Martins asked her to speak to him. “So, Miss Denison, I hear from your Merritt High School observing class teacher that you are disrupting his class, and then I hear from Principal Leeds that we have to send more students like you; you stopped a rape from happening. Whatever am I to make of this?” “Sir, that the damned Program is all eff-ed up, you’ll excuse me. In the biology class, that damned teacher was trying to have the boys...

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ROGERED BY ROGER

Back in 1998 wife Sarah and I hadn,t had a real holiday for a few years so Daughter Christina helped arrange one for us staying with friends near Taunton in Somerset. Of course we couldn,t miss the chance to sample the local pub grub and tastey “scrumpy” rough cider. The problem with scrumpy is I love cider, but scrumpy can sneak up on you and you,re drunk before you realise it. On our very first evening of our week,s break we met local veterinarian Roger Cramp, a few years younger than us, but...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 12

After gym, the three teens found each other and began to compare notes about what they had learned. Neither Cynthia nor Ayame had showered; they said that their volleyball exercise had been so perfunctory that neither had broken a sweat, despite how hard the teacher had tried to push them. “Say, did you hear anything about cameras in the locker room?” Roger asked. “No one said anything about them getting replaced.” “No,” Cynthia said. “I saw the broken ones were still there.” Then a group...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 17

They walked through Tom’s home to the back, passing through a den with a sliding door that opened on the pool deck. Tom carried out a pile of towels with him. “Okay, this is really nice,” Cynthia enthused when she saw the pool. “It’s pretty big, too.” “It’s actually 75 feet long. A real pool. My sis is a competition swimmer too and the pool is one of the reasons my folks bought this house. I can practice my laps here if I’m careful flip-turning at the shallow end,” Tom replied. “If you...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 3

The twins returned to school and were amazed to realize that only three hours had passed. They stopped in the office to get late passes for their three missed periods when Mr Davis heard them speaking and called them into his office. “I don’t know what the two of you think you’re doing, but I assure you that you will be in the Program. You also interfered with the start of the Program for all the others, too. Mr Cirota has already failed you for this first week so you’ll be doing...” “Sir,...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 15

“Tom, I can’t thank you enough for what you did. You helped us so, so much. If you weren’t there, it looked like they could have backed up and gotten away from Roger. The car they were in is much more powerful than our little import,” Cynthia said as they drove off. “Glad I was able to help, Cindy. Hell, the way you took that guy! You just flipped him like he weighed nothing! He tried to grab around your shoulders and the next thing I saw was him flying into the other one.” “Shit. I was so...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 22

After his morning practice and a brief chat with Tom, Roger arrived in his home room classroom as the morning announcements were being broadcast. “ ... As usual, your home room teachers have the list of students selected as participants for the Program this week. We ask those whose names are announced to drop off their bags or backpacks in your lockers and come to the conference room. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good morning.” The teacher read off four names and looked up; the...

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Roger and Jane

They were actually going at it in the bushes. We'd gotten to the picnic early and set up the barbecue. The rest of the employees, having arrived pretty much on time, were socializing and drinking and having a gay old time. As third man in the company of Silver and Silver Mfg., that is Benjamin and Rodney Silver, I was the barbecue man of choice. At S&S we manufacture a plethora of household goods, mostly electrical appliances. It wasn't all me of course doing the cooking, I was a high...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 7

Early Wednesday morning Roger walked out on the pool deck and assembled with the rest of the team. Coach Jerter came out of the office area and greeted them. "'Morning, all. You look half-dead, team. Didn't you get any sleep? We need to get you all into shape so I want each of you to get at least an hour of hard practice in every day through our season. We have a really good chance to repeat the state championship this year, even though we've lost our top freestyler to graduation last...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 6

On Saturday morning, Kevin rousted out Denise for a morning run. "Hey, up and at 'em," he whispered in her ear as he shook her. "We've got to get back into shape." "Go 'way," she muttered. "Still tired..." "Hey, you need to get your circulation going. Be good for you." "Aahhh, okay, but a short run today, okay?" "Sure. We'll start with some stretching." Their home was near a park, so the two jogged to it and ran around one of the paths, soon returning to the house. As...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 18

Roger's swim practice on Thursday morning was intense. One of the schools in Friday's swim meet was their strongest competitor and their results against that team would be a good indication of how successful the season would be. So the coach really worked them hard, particularly on trying to avoid any early-start disqualifications. Roger and Tom had a hurried conversation as they rushed through their showers to get to class. "Tom, you and Cindy seem to have really hit it off. And hey,...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 1

“Roger, the major thing you have to remember is not to directly face Nakaya so he can get the full use of both of his arms at once. He’s extremely strong. When he takes hold of your gi, get your own arms up under his so he can’t pull down and in and get leverage. And keep him from pulling you into his chest—use your arms to turn his torso away from the direction he tries to twist.” Roger Denison was in the locker room, getting some final advice from his coach while dressing for his judo...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 16

A few minutes before 5 p.m., the doorbell rang at the twins' house. "That must be Tom," Cynthia called. "I'll get it! ... hi, Tom, OH!" she exclaimed as Tom handed her a bouquet of flowers. "How pretty!" "I felt I had to bring a little spring to your home to try to get rid of this morning's unpleasantness," Tom remarked as Cynthia kissed him. "Thank you, this is so nice. Come meet my mom," she said, pulling Tom with her to the kitchen. "Mom, this is Tom Emerson; he's the guy...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 26

When they got home late Sunday evening, Stuart told them that his reassignment to Lejeune had been finalized and his report date was set for between June 25 and July 8. “You three will be in college in the fall so we won’t need that large of a house,” Sarah said. “Dad’s reporting around July 1 and I’ll be closing our house here in July and moving our effects that last week. Do you know when you can move in at your school?” “Yeah, that’s something we planned to discuss, Mom, Dad. I told you...

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Roger and His Sister

Roger ran all the way home from school arriving out of breath. His cock had been hard most of the day in school, sitting through class after class with teenage girls all around him. Short skirts. Tight sweaters. It was tough being sixteen with all those sexy young things all around him all day. Roger wanted to get home before his sister did. Her junior high school let out thirty minutes later than his high school did. He would have at least thirty minutes to masturbate before she got...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 10

On Sunday morning, the twins and Ayame woke early and got ready for the drive to the music festival. As they had arranged Saturday, they stopped at Ayame’s new school friend’s home to pick her up together with the other girl who was going with them. When they arrived, the two girls emerged from the house. Ayame’s friend introduced herself to the twins. “Hi, I’m Michelle. My Japanese name is really Misuko but I’ve adopted an American name,” Ayame’s friend said. “And this is Devin; she’s in a...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 21

On Saturday afternoon, Tom answered the door at his home for the twins and Ayame; they had brought some soft drinks and a fruit bowl to share. "C'mon in guys, hi, Cindy," Tom greeted them and hugged Cynthia. "Let me introduce my folks." They went into the living room and the two adults there stood. "Cindy and Roger Denison, Ayame, oops..." "Asano," she prompted. " ... um, this is my mom, Barbara, and step-dad, Mitchell Kerrey." They all shook hands with each other. Mitchell...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 4

When the teens arrived at the school Tuesday morning, they noticed that a large crowd was gathering at the main doors. When they got closer they saw that a few kids had already begun undressing, but groups of kids immediately surrounded them in human screens, blocking any view of them. Then the groups began escorting the naked students to the doors. They were trying to count the participating students but weren't able to see them clearly to tell exactly who was naked. Suddenly Mr Davis and...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 6

Roger and Cynthia had been threatened with being forced to disrobe in Monday’s class and half expected to see one of the guards waiting in the room, but even the teacher was not present. Students were gradually filtering into the room and soon everyone was seated. Then Miss Mason appeared with Mr Cirota trailing behind her. “I see that you’ve disobeyed my instructions about your proper appearance in this class,” she said to the twins. “Ma’am, there’s nothing improper about the garments...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 9

At Friday morning’s swim practice, the coach spent the first hour having the team doing wind sprints and then began organizing the team relays for the various events and ran several relay heats for the kids to get the timings of their starting dives down pat. Today Roger had remembered to bring a snack with him; he was eating an energy bar as he entered his home room classroom about ten minutes late. “Any announcements?” he whispered to Ayame. “Just about the swim meet tonight,” she...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 12

Everyone began to disentangle themselves from their lovers, bodies sliding against each other, as the various couples tried to sit up. The four older couples glanced at the younger ones, and then averting their eyes in embarrassment, collected themselves and quickly made for the door. The three younger couples watched them leave, bemused. “Aahhh, that was so incredible,” signed Ayame. “My pussy still tingles. Ooohh! I’m leaking! Roger, bad boy! Oohh, get wipes!” Denise had already scurried...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 15

On December 30, Kevin and Denise drove up to Camp Lejeune to meet their friends and their families. Tom's, Ayame's, and the twin's parents, together with their children, had spent a very pleasant Christmas together and Tom's and Ayame's parents had hit it off, having a number of things in common. Now all the families would meet Kevin and Denise, about whom their children had spoken many times. Tom's parents had been happy to get to see the twins' parents again; they had gotten...

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Roger Mary and Jill

Walking home from school one afternoon fifteen year old Jill said to her best friend Mary. "My brother keeps trying to see me undressing." The two fifteen year olds frequently discussed boys but this was the first time Jill had brought up her brother. "I have to keep my bedroom door locked. He burst in last week while I was changing with some lame excuse about looking for his missing CD. He caught me with my shirt off. You know I am so small on top that I don't wear a bra yet. My brother...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 20

At their study period, the trio heard how the coup was actually accomplished. Don, one of the students who had spoken to them from time to time in study hall, sat down next to them wearing a huge grin. "Okay, Don, spill it. You got hot info, I can see," prodded Cynthia. "Shit, yeah. I won't say who 'cause it would be big problems, but some kids know their way around the stage, okay? So yesterday afternoon, this guy was working up in the flies, you know, above the stage? And Davis and...

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Roger and Naomi

I class this story as romance not because anyone walks off into the sunset holding hands nor because any hearts are broken, but because the feelings the people involved have for each other are meant to be of at least as much significance as any sex there may be. And a note to American readers. 1. Arsenal is a football team (that may be ‘soccer’ to you). ‘Roger’ is a slightly anachronistic term for sex, most frequently used as in ‘I gave him/her a good Rogering’. ‘Fanny’ is the type of bottom...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 1

The first few days following graduation passed very quickly. There were a few final minor things to do at the school, like cleaning out lockers, turning in their last books, and bidding farewell to their coaches. However, one of the more essential parts of graduating was getting their final transcripts to be sent to their college. But as the now ungraduated graduates found, getting their final transcripts was being blocked by the school, as Davis had warned he would do. There even was a sign...

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Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 9

The following morning, Wednesday, Roger found out that Mr Leeds did want to see him, so after the swim team practice, he went to the principal’s office. “Good morning, Mr Denison,” Leeds began. “I’ve heard from Mr Winters that he’s had some problems with you; you hurt his wrist and you’ve disobeyed his requests.” “Yes, sir, I did do those things. Did he tell you the entire sequence of events?” “He told me that when he was trying to speak with you, you ignored him. He tried to get your...

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