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Usually, Tuesday nights suck. Segueing into depressing
Wednesday, not late enough in the week to justify going out, and with
insipidly bad television on (with the exception of Fraiser), Tuesday
nights are usually the l
ow point of the week. But not this week.
The phone rang. I answered.
"Hello there," a seductive voice cooed. It was Tracey. Ah sweet
Tracey. Seductress/hypnotist extrodinaire and good friend, though
often our friendship will take a backseat to her mischevious sexual
antics with myself
often finding myself at her blessed mercy, entraptured by her hypnotic
domination.. My mind raced as I wondered what evil scheme she was
hatching now.
"Hello Tracey. How are you?"
"I'm fine...just fine. You?"
"All right. For a Tuesday."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"When did you last ejaculate?"
Ah Tracey. Always direct. I thought for a moment.
"That would be...Sunday...yes, Sunday morning,"I responded
whistfully. "Yes, I remember it well...a raging morning hard-on and a
disappointingly empty bed and mild hangover. I've been too busy since.
Why do you ask?"
"I'm taking a survey." She responded, slightly annoyed that I
would even question her motives. "You used to donate to a sperm bank
in college right?"
Oh God. Where is this going? "Yes, 35 bucks a shot, tax-free."
"Tax-free?"
"Body part donations are not taxable, blood, plasma, sperm,
kidney, It's very lucrative."
"I didn't know that."
"Well now you do. Tracey, what is this about?"
"I wanted to know if you were still aimaible to having your sperm
used for repoductive purposes."
"As opposed to all the other purposes for sperm?" I answered.
"You want me to father your child?"
"Not my child you nit, the child of some...friends."
"Friends? You sound unsure." I was dubious.
"Yeah, friends. It's just that what I need is not as simple as
you mastrubating into a little cup and getting out Mr. Turkey baster."
"Uh huh," I responded, "and why is that?"
"Listen you jerk," now Tracey was a beginning to get steamed.
She hates defiance. "I'm giving you a class-A oppurtunity to get laid
and to serve a noble purpose at the same time. Are you interested or
not?"
Wow. It's pretty rare she even gives me a choice. Usually it's
her will and that is the final word. It was my fatal mistake to push
her patience.
"Trace, I appricate the offer and I would be more than willing to
help you out," I began, "but Fraiser's coming on in a few minutes and
it's a Tuesday, I've gotta work tomorrow, maybe another time."
Dead silence from the other end.
"Are you telling me, that you would be willing but don't want
to?"
She sounded serious.
"Uh, that's right Tracey. Maybe we can get together this
weekend. I'm just not horny enough right now for your games."
More silence. Then a deep breath.
"Please...I think you'll find it DEEPLY RELAXing", she implored
in a soft low voice. Something clicked. A sudden wave of relaxation
came over me. In my mind's eye I could see those big brown eyes
pleading with me and
I felt myself starting to slip a bit.
"Please it will so deeply relax you.."she whispered again,
drawing out the wordslike taffy. My body leaned against the arch of
the doorway for support as my knees started to sway a bit. The room
began to fade out, repl
aced only by the image of her eyes. I knew what was happening: A
post-hynotic command dersigned to ensare me back into her control. Not
this time, I was determined to put the phone down before she snared me
entirely.
Apprantly Tracey had predicted my actions.
"Please....I have bad news. Although you are deeply relaxing,
that phone you are holding is covered in glue. Very sticky. Can you
feel it on your hand, on your ear? It's so sticky you can't get it
away from your ear.
It's stuck. Try and pull the phone away. Please. You can't. It's
impossible.
Damn her. It was true. The phone was stuck. Please. The magic
word. That was her magic word. I was being drawn in...again.
"You'd better sit."
I sat.
Her soft soothing words coaxed me under her spell in almost no
time. Each time it's easier and easier for her. I felt my eyes droop
as she suggested how heavy they were and how tired I was becoming.
Soon it all went
back.

I woke up, a bit confused.
"Tracey?"
"Yeah?"
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. I invited you over for some fun, but you seem to have
other plans."
Oh yeah.
She continued. "If you change your mind, the invitation is still
open."
"Thanks. Talk to you later?"
"Sure," she sounded very chipper. That gave me cause to worry.
"Okay, bye then."
"Bye, oh and think about fucking me from behind."
Click.
I hang up the phone. Fucking her from behind? Tracey was never one
for such a submissive position. She always had to be in control, the
idea intreaged me. I could see her, on her soft carpet, on her hands
and knees, b
ack arched, waiting to be penetrated. She had the most delicious ass.
Tight, firm, pleasing to the eye and touch. Doggy-style with Tracey,
wow, what a concept! I couldn't get the thought out of my head, I
could see i
t so clearly, mouting her like a crazed weasal and riding her; making
her shudder from orgasm to orgasm. I had never really given Tracey an
orgasm. She had always taken them from me. But from behind...I would
could be
in control, free from her paralyzing gaze; in control....as I pondered
this fantasy my penis motioned for some attention. Sure, why not;
after all it was Tuesday. Fraiser wasn't on for another hour.
I reached for my zipper and unzipped and reached for my????
Where was my penis? I looked down. I hadn't unzipped. Weird. I
brought down my hands again but I couldn't seem to grab the zipper, my
hands just wouldn't g
rab it. It's like I forgot or something, I kept trying, and trying to
remember how to work a zipper. It seemed like such a basic thing, yet
I was completely at a loss at it's operation. At the same time I was
still del
uged with images of fucking Tracey, grabbing her ass as I plunged into
her repeatedly, My cock felt like it was going to burst. It suddenly
hit my like a ton of bricks. I picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?" an innocent voice answered.
"You are such a bitch."
She let out a snort of laugheter. "Having some trouble sport?"
"You're damn right I'm having some trouble."
"Forget how to work a zipper?"
"Fuck you Tracey."
"I know you want to. Is that the only that is occupying your mind
right now? Fucking me? Ripping my clothes off, bending me over the
bed and driving into me with that gorgeous cock of yours? Must be
maddening."
Now it really was. It was starting to hurt it was so hard.
"Tracey you're being cruel."
"No. Not obeying me. That was cruel. Hurt my feelings it did."
"How do I work a zipper Tracey?" I was really beginning to ache.
I had to get a hold of it.
"Hmmm...zipper...zipper...I'm not sure. Is it anything like a
slipper? Those are easy."
"Tracey I think I'm going to blow a artery or something, come
on."
"No. Disobedience has it's price. Come on over and I'll help
you out. Maybe."
"You expect me to drive like this?"
"You're not hypnotized. You are responding to a powerful
post-hypnotic suggestion. Apparntly a very powerful one. You are such
a good subject. As far as driving with a hard-on goes...just move the
seat back. See you
soon."
Click. Bitch.
Needless to say, I set a couple of speed records racing over to
Tracey's. It was true, I was a good subject for her. And most of the
time I didn't mind. Most of the time.

I pulled up to Tracey's. A black 325I was parked outside. Hmm.
I rushed up the stairs and pounded on the door. The door swung open
and there she was smiling widely. Immediately I was drawn into her
large eyes. I st
epped in and she placed a hand firmly on my forehead.
"Sleep." She commanded. Consciouslness slipped away. I felt
everyting going black, my eyelids closing as if weighted with lead and
my body going limp.

"Can he hear us?"
I dimly heard a woman's voice. It wasn't Tracey's. She had
company. I tried to open my eyes. I couldn't, they seemed to be
locked closed. Not tight, but not openable. I was reclining. On
Tracey's recliner I presum
ed.
"Are you sure he won't be able to see us?" Another woman. How
many people were here? I wondered if Tracey was putting me on display.
Tracey spoke. "He'll be able to see you, he just won't be able
to recognize you again, your images will be blurred in his memory."
"Good," Woman two spat. "Fucking men."
Uh oh. This didn't look good at all.
Tracey asked me to open my eyes. I did. Three women hovered
over me. Tracey and two other I didn't recognize, and guess I never
will. For the life of me I can't picture what they look like. That's
how they wanted it
. Woman one seemed much less hardcore then her friend.
"Pretty eyes," she said.
I tried to say, "Thanks," but no words flowed from my mouth, just
air. I tried to move my arms but the felt weighted down, my whole body
felt weighted, like I was wearing a lead apron at the dentists. My
hard-on was go
ne. I just looked out at these three harpies and wondered what was
going on. The women sat down in chairs facing me. Was I on trial
here?
"How do you feel?" Tracey asked.
"All right," I could barely talk again. "What's going on here
Tracey?"
"You're volenteering. It's all right, I know them and they're
decent people."
"Volenteering?"
"You'll see. You'll enjoy it, trust me." Tracey smiled wide and
stroked my hair affection. I did trust her. "Let me introduce you:
This is Madam X and Madam Y."
"Hello. Those are unusual names."
Madam Y, the nasty one spoke up: "Any major illnesses run in
your family?"
"What?"
She repeated the question. "Any major illnesses? History of
cancer, heart disease, mental disorders?"
"No..."
The questioning went on. Family history (no illnesses, no
baldness), childhood diseaes (smallpox, etc.) , academic performance
(graduated from B______ College with honors, though Tracey had to
assure them that B______ w
as indeed a reputable school). And so on. This went on for about 20
minutes. When they were satisfied they began to get down to brass
tacks.
Madam Y: "Okay, let's have a look at him."
Tracey asked me stand and I complied.
"He's got nice height," piped up Madam X, the nice one.
"Let's check out the entire package."
"Get undressed." Tracey commanded. But I did not respond.
Tracey walked up close to me. And looked at me deeply. "What's
wrong?" she asked with concern.
"I...I...?"
I felt uncomfortable. I felt like I was on display; it didn't
feel right. Tracey seemed to be aware of my conflict and drew me in.
"You want to get undressed. Those clothes you are wearing...they
are very itchy, very uncomforatble, they are making you sweat. It will
so much nicer when they are off...no chaffing, itching, just delicious
cool air...
.we are all your friends here, we have seen you naked before, you feel
all right..."
She was right, everything I was wearing felt like a wool sweater,
and I did feel more comforatable around these people...why not, I
thought. I might as well take them off.
I removed my clothes and just felt relief from all that
itching...my body felt loose and free. Tracey issued new commands.
"On your arms and legs, I want you to picture long metal
tubes...unbendable steel. You arms and legs are encased in this steel
tubing, you cannot bend them you cannot move them. The harder you try,
the tighter the stee
l becomes and the harder it is to move."
She was right, my arms and legs felt as stiff as boards, I could
not bend or move them.
Madam X & Y circled around, inspecting my body like it was a piece of
meat hanging on a rack. I let them; what else could I do?
"Nice ass," said Madam X.
"Thanks. I try."
The two women circled and inspected. Apparntly I was passing
whatever test they were giving. Madam X stopped right in front, she
was only inches from my face. A felt a hand touch my penis.
"How big does this get?" She asked.
I smiled and said: "Give it a few tugs and find out."
"Ugh." She withdrew and pulled away. "I'm not going to tug on
that thing."
"It's on the happy side of average," piped up Tracey. "Want to
see?"
Tracey stepped up close and dropped to her knees. I felt
familiar lips wrap around my limp member which sprung to life under the
expert tonging of Tracey. I rocked with my stiff legs trying to get a
rythum going, but
Tracey pulled out.
"Hmmm,"said Madam Y "It looks all right. If we have a boy, God
forbid I wouln't want him to be short changed. Of course I don't want
a Leviathan either...I guess he'll do. All right Tracey work your
magic and let's ge
t this over with."
It was at that moment that all the pieces fit. I was here for
one purpose and one purpose only. I was a sperm bank and I was here to
service one or more dykes in procreation. Before I had time to weigh
all the issues
at hand, Tracey stepped up close and tapped me on the forehead and I
was out.

I awoke. Lying in the recliner. Still naked but no longer
aroused. Tracey was sitting on the armrest. On the couch I spied
Madam X & Y; both out. Hypnotized I presumed.
"How do you feel?" asked Tracey.
I assured Tracey I was feeling fine and I offered to her my
hypothesis on why I was here. She confirmed my suspicions. I was
still curious why I was actually needed in person. What do I have that
the Turkey Baster doe
sn't.
"Beleive it or don't, but the penis is still the best sperm
delivery system ever invented. At the moment of ejaculation, sperm,
swimming in semen are propelled from the tip of the penis into the
vaginal canal at a speed
of 500 feet/per second. A turkey baster isn't rated at a quarter of
that speed. Additionaly, male orgasm induces an involentary thrusting
of the hips, driving the penis even futher into the vagina. It is as
perfect as
mother nature designed it. Why mess up a good thing with something as
impersonal as a turkey baster. Besides, I don't own one."
"Couldn't you borrow one?"
"No, besides the baster would deny me the pleasure of my Sexual
Russian Roulette I've come up with."
This should be good. "Explain please."
"All in good time my faithful lackey, all in good time. First
some fun."

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Tracey rose off the recliner and walked over to the sleeping
dykes. They looked so peaceful; filled with bliss rather than their
usual man-hating condition. She kneeled on the couch between the two
and began speaking t
o them in low tones. I tried to get closer to hear but I seemed to be
unable to rise from the recliner; I was still in Tracey's spell and I
assume she did not want me close enough to hear their true identitys.
The effects of Tracey's new commands to the duo seemed apparant
however. At first the seemed to fall deeper and deeper into their
relaxed state. Their heads drooped and I could not see any sign of
tension anywhere in t
heir body. This went on for serveral minutes, the girls falling deeper
and deeper into Tracey's spell. After a bit Tracey turned to me and
winked. She spoke to them again, this time loud enough for me to hear:
"It is nice to be alone. All alone in a big house far from the
noise and din of the city. No one is around for miles. Just you, all
alone in your lavish bedroom, lying back comforatbly on your large
comfortable bed th
is afternoon. It looked so inviting just to layback and feel it come
up to meet your back, supporting you as you lie in comforted bliss.
It is a good day to nothing but relax and think wonderful thoughts;
wonderful tho
ughts about yourself, your life, your body, your sex....it is such a
nice day, why not think about sex? It's such a pleasant thought, the
wonderfulness of having a woman caress your body in all the places you
like...this
is wonderful thought and you are focusing on it...all other thoughts
are slipping away, the house, the room, the bed, only thoughts of sex
inhabit your mind now, they are becoming more vivid! More intense!"
Under this barrage of hypnotic suggestions I saw the woman begin
to respond, their bodies squirmed slightly as their sexual drives began
to click in in response to Tracey's words.
"These thoughts are burining into you now, building up pressure,
you need to feel release! It would be so natural to touch yourselves
as a another woman might touch you, you want to touch yourselves, your
touch is so l
uxuriant, every place your hands roam you will feel intense pleasure,
pleasure that will increase under your own touch."
Sure enough the women began to squirm and moan a bit...slowly
their hands moved. Madam X glided a hand up to her breasts and one
onto the mound on her jeans, which she began to rock into; gently at
first and then more i
ntensely as she built upon the feeling. Madam Y took the more direct
approach and attacked her sex with a two-handed assault, one hand over
her jeans and one right in. The outside hand rubbed her lower mound
while the i
ntruder into her jeans seemed be fingering her clit. I was getting
pretty excited by this action and my member made its presense known
again. Tracey stepped back to watch the action. She must have been
getting into
the grove as well becuase I spied her idling fingering her nipple as
she directed the action taking place. I watched her squirm a bit in
her pants, the watching the dual masterbation clealry was taking her
toll on her.
Finally she just gave in. She quickinly unbuttoned her blouse, and
slid her jeans off. She was not wearing a bra only a G-string below.
Immediately my eyes were drawn to her tawny ass. The object of my
desire! I had
longed for it for so long it seemed. My member throbbed in primal
heartbeat. With all my might I tried to lift myself off the recliner
to impale myself between these gravity-defying twin half-globes of
perfect roundnes
s but I could not move a one leaded muscle. My lust was overwhelming
me. To complet matters even worse, Tracey had dropped a hand into her
loins and was fingering herself madly at the sight of her victums who
were each
now in the thoroes of orgasm. But she wanted even more.
"When I count to five your eyes will open and you will see
sitting next to you the woman who has giving you such pleasure. You
will have no thought but to make intense love to her, to pleasure her
beyond pleasure no mat
ter what action she has in mind; her pleasure will spur on your
pleasure you will imagine all that you are doing to her she is doing to
you. 1...2...3..4...5!"
On 5 Madam X and Madam Y's eyes sprang open and immediately they
sprang upon each other. At times I counldn't tell if it was sex or pro
wrestiling as each one tried to pleasure the other; their hands went
for the shirts
first, each one trying to undo the other's simultaneously; that went
pretty well and soon their voluptious breasts tumbeld out and they
fought each other for the right to suck on the other's breast. Madam Y
proved the s
tronger and soon she was nursing intesely on Madam, who desperately
trying to gain the upper hand so that she might pleasure Madam Y, who
was moaning with the pleasure of sucking on Madam X's nipples.
Finally, Madam X lu
nged Madam Y on her back and managed to get on her astirde to get at
her jeans, frantcially she unzipped and pulled the down to her knees
while at her prone postion, Madam Y managed to do the same thing. Soon
it turned i
nto an ideal ‘69' position. With Madam X on top hungirly noshing at
Madam Y who in turn was tonging upward at Madam X's dripping honeypot.
I lost count of the orgams after 5 induced in each.
All the while Tracey was fingering herself into seventh heaven,
she still hovered over them like some sort of pagan Priestess, and it
was apparnt that she had brought herself to tremendous orgasm, as her
knees buckeled u
nderneath her and she feel to the floor, shuddering. Still I eyed her
precious backside and with every ounce of will I possessed attmepted to
rise from my prone position. But every ounce of will was not good
enough agai
nst Tracey's powerful hypnotic spell and I remained flat on back. My
hands would not een respond to my will as I wanted to bring them up to
stroke my shaft, but they laid useless by my sides; I was trapped.
Tracey turned her head and saw me boring a hole through her ass
with my eyes and she smiled devilishly.
"Oh that's right...your still obsessing about taking me from
behind, aren't you?"
I nodded in urgent agreement.
"Well, that's your punishment I suppose; for disobeying me. I want you to savor the agony you are in right now, remember it, to lust and be unable to find release in it. It is sheer torture I imagine."
To torture me even worse, Tracey stood up and began to move about eroticlly, twitching her ass back and forth, rocking it about, making it even more and more appealing, to drive home to that sweet spot in the middle; now
I really ached. She walked over to me, swaying her hips. She stopped by the china hutch and picked up something which she hid behind her back. She stepped in close, hovering just over me and then dangled that accursed
crystal in front of my eyes. Immediately I was drawn to it. Everything else seemed to fade out, the sight of the two tongue-lashing lesbians and the sounds they were making, all I could see was the crystal and Tracey.
I felt powerless.
"You are deepening into a trance. You will respond to the commands I give you. Everywhere I touch on your body will become completely numb to the touch, you will not even be aware that it is a part of your body when I
touch it."
She touched my right hand, it tingled and then went dead, as if I had slept on it all night.
"Can you feel your hand?"
"No."
"Can you feel it at all?"
"No..."
"Look at your hand."
I turned to look at my hand. Tracey was squeezing it very tight,
but I couldn't even register it.
"I can't feel anything."
"Good. Now I'm going to touch something else near and dear."
On cue she reached for my penis and immediately it tingled for a
moment then went dead as my hand. I couldn't even feel if it was still
on my body.
"Come back now, become aware of the sights and sounds of that
around you, but let my commands still have effect."
I began to sense the room again. The grunting and moaning of the
two lesbains filled the air. I could see them past Tracey's shapely
form. They were now in a missionary position humping each other best
the could. Mad
am X had Madam's Y legs over her shoulders as they rubbed their pussy's
each others.
Tracey turned to face them. That ass again. I saw my penis
throb in sympathy, but damn, I could not feel it. Slowly Tracey
impaled herself on my shaft and began to lift herself up and down on
it, all the while watchin
g the two screw each other. I was no longer intent with watching them,
but with watching Tracey bang my unfeeling member. At that moment, I
actaully hated her.
In no time, Tracey came with voracious ferocity, and a shiver
raced throughout her body. She lifted herself off still engourged cock
and approached her two friends. She knelt beside them. They were so
intent on pleasu
ring each other that they did not even seem to notice her presense.
She placed a hand on their foreheads and spoke one word:
"Sleep!"
Immediately they ceacesd their humping and coming and collapsed
into a deep and sudden sleep. Madam X, in the superiour position,
collapsed onto Madam Y and they lay like exhausted lovers. Tracey
inserted a finger int
o each of their vaginas. They withdrew dripping with love juice.
"I think they're wet enough."
She turned to me with an optimistic smile.
"Time to go work, stud."
Tracy returned her attention to the slumbering dykes. She
whispered in their ears and they began to respond. Slowly they
positioned themselves on their knees, their backs turned towards me and
their ass cheeks resting
on the backs of their ankles, Tracy walked in front and put a hand on
each's forehead, slowly she brought their heads down to the carpet,
raising their asses high into the air. Tracy walked over to me. They
did not move
.
My cock throbbed in anticipation.
"Ready for action?"
Tracy reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still numb. She
gently tugged on it trying to raise me with it. It seemed to be
working, I could feel strength in my arms and legs, allowing me to
stand. Once poised, ho
wever I seemed unable to do anyting. I tried to take advantage of my
new found strength and touch Tracy but my arms lacked the ability to
move. Tracy smiled as she noted my arms twitching in their attempts to
move.
"Oh no you don't. You'll do exactly as you are directed to do.
You'll obey and follow my lead."
Still holding my penis, Tracy guided me over to the lesbians. As
they lay their, asses high and their faces turned and slightly mushed
into the carpet, it appeared as if they were praying to some sort of
entity and had
fallen asleep in mid-prayer. Tracy applied downward pressure to my
penis and I knelt behind them, directly aligned between the two of
them. Tracy let go and backed away to admire the scene. Meanwhile, my
lust was at a
frenzy as I oogled these two moist pussys, puffed and ready for entry.
Tracy walked behind me and whispered in my ear.
"When I count to five, you'll be free to have your way with these
two. Think of it as revenge. All feeling will return to your members
and you may come whenever you wish, as long as your penis is buried
deep in one of
these two cunts. Make 10 strokes in one, then 10 strokes in other. If
you feel yourself about to cum, just keeping pumping in whichever cunt
you happen to be in. Do you understand?
I nodded yes. Tracey counted to five and I was free, and I was
off like a sailor on shore leave.
I mounted the one on the right, the tauter of the two asses
splayed before me., first, plunging into her like a hot knife through
warm butter. I had been so arosed and so without feeling, that the
sensation almost overt
ook me there...but I was filled with another urge, an urge to hurt, not
hurt, but at least make them sore, at least make them remember that
they've been fucked by a man. As I pounded into the right one, I
gripped her hip
s and pulled her back to meet my member. She did not respond at all;
her head only bobbed a bit on the carpet as she remained in her
blissfull sleep. I pounded away ten strokes, withdrew, reluctuntly and
moved to the sl
eeping beauty on the left.
The left one was fleshier, my hot cock entered without
resistence. I pounded away and watched her flesh jiggle slightly as my
pelvis slammed into her backside. 10 strokes and I switched again.
As I pulled out of my lady on the left, there was a memorable
moment, my cock in the cool air, moisture evaporating off it, giving it
just a chill before being reimmursed in hot hot pussy. A sensation not
unlike swimmin
g in a cool pool, then jumping out to hop into a juccusi. I began to
lose track of my strokes. Behind me Tracy shouted "10!" and I
switched again.
I wish I could have said that this went on for hours, but I think
maybe I lasted 5 minutes. Okay two.
After several switches I felt that pre-cum feeling rise up in my
cock. I was in the right twat and as the feeling began to grow I let
the count go past. Tracy shouted "10!"
"I'm going to come!"
Tracy was silent.
I contined stroking, but was startled to see the crystal pendent,
the one I am conditioned to, appear before me, I started to feel
weighty, and pace slow, but Tracy would not let me.
"Keep pumping, you can only feel your wondorous cock, let the
feeling build, everything else is fading away, just concentrate on the
feeling it is the greatest feeling you have ever felt, feel it build,
feel it ready to
explode, but you cannot cum...you will not until I say "uncle"
What a bitch. I could feel it rising, I was almost to the point
of no return. And it was just staying there, my balls were tight up
into my body trying to realease...
"Tracey please!!!!"
My eyes must have conveyed the urgency. She pasued for but a
moment before she whispered: "uncle."
I saw stars. With the force of a piledriver I shot my wad deep
inside this chick. It seemed to never end as I bucked madly depositing
spurt after spurt of hot jizz. What seemed like an enternity I finally
came to rest
and feel to the carpet, exhauseted.
Tracy stood over me, smiling at my performance.
"Bravo sport. You did well."
I smiled back, grateful that Tracey let me feel some pleaseure
for a change.
"Thanks Trace, "I answered sauvely, "question though: why'd I
fuck both? They're totaly out of it, they'll never know."
"Its part of the game of Sex Roulette. They should both be
equally sore and with the help of Mr. Turkey Baster and some warm gel,
the non-cummed will never know that she was NOT the impregnated one.
They won't know for
sometime, that is if this worked at all."
"Wait, I thought you said you didn't have a Turkey Baster?"
Tracey smiled. "I lied. Time for you to go out."
Tracey squated down on my chest and put a hand on my forehead.
"Night night"

I awoke later prone on the couch. The lessies were gone. Off in
the den I could hear Frasier making snide remarks to his father. I was
still naked. I wandered in. Tracy, also still naked, lying back on
the La-Z-boy
enjoying Fraiser.
"You're up."
"Yeah...how's Frasier?"
"Pretty funny...almost over though."
"Damn."
"Don't worry, I taped it. You can watch it later."
"I can't watch it now?"
Tracy stood up. Immediately my eyes were drawn to the crystal
pendent nestled between her breasts. I felt the world fading away.
She smiled mischeviously.
"You can watch it later."