NaPoNoMo - National Pornographic Novel Month
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Nov 30th 2010 (0000 hours remaining - Word Count: 87,213)
Last day of the month and my blogging is done! It's been a long, rocky journey and it won't be over until I can post these, but at least I made the trip. I hope that whenever you do get to read this blog, you'll have found something interesting, entertaining, or at least not too stupid. This was a very hard month emotionally for me and I don't wanna cry on anyone's shoulder. Let's just say I'm not feeling nearly as clever as I usually do. My fun factor has been way down and I thought maybe blogging would kick it in gear, but darn if this isn't a tough little bug to kick. I blame it on over-prescribed anti-biotics and the human tendency to stop taking medicine as soon as symptoms disappear.
Uhhh...Am I at work right now? I sound like a moron! Thank God this is the last entry, huh?
Bye!
Nov 29th 2010 (24 hours remaining - Word Count: 87,213)
Getting near the finish line now and I'm turning in my VBE pages for credit. Near as I can figure I've written over 87,000 words for it and that qualifies me for a medal! Woo-hoo! I did it! I'm a winner! Now I just have to get these pages upload, except ASSTR is still down. I also need to take my award from the real NaNoWriMo people and corrupt it in Photoshop for my own evil purposes. Stand by!
Nov 28th 2010 (48 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
ASSTR is still down. I have a LOT of files to upload. It's gonna take forever. I'm looking at finding my own website, buying some space somewhere and having a real website on a server that's charging me money so I can bitch when it's broke. I send ASSTR money, but only because I have some and they need some. I tend to give away a lot of money. Like I'll see something I want and almost buy it and then think, "How can I spend umpteen grand on a bracelet when I know 50 people who can't even afford a bowl of rice today?"
Take my advice, this is important, if you're kind of rich or even just comfortably middle class in your clean, suburban American/British/Australian/whatever neighborhood...Don't go to the Third World. Don't leave home because once you do, it changes you. Either you get really numb and don't give a fuck, or you end up giving everything away until you have nothing and then you start donating body parts because you can't kick the charity habit. I really hate this planet.Nov 27th 2010 (72 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
I told my dad I'm sick the other day. It's the reason he flew 10,000 miles, to hear me say it to his face and give me a shoulder and...yeah. So. That's done. I'm not in much of a mood.
Nov 26th 2010 (96 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
My dad's here. I didn't get a thing done all day.
Nov 25th 2010 (120 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
My VBE Hospice page now comes in two pieces because my story turned out to be longer than I thought it would be. I really don't like the second half though, so I need to rewrite it, but for the moment I just want it to be done. I have an awesome web page though, I'm getting a lot better. I made this awesome logo for "Rocket Lube" is that funny or what? I want to be modest, but I have to admit I've come up with some really cool product names. "Canine Condoms" (All bark, no bite!) and "Locomotion Condoms" (Strong enough to pull a train!) and now "Rocket Lube" (Blast off for huranus!) ...Ojkay, so maybe huranus isn't really funny, but it still makes me laugh. I've got a 10-year-old boy inside me.
No! Stop thinking like that! I am not riding a ten year old boy's hard little cock, that would be totally wrong. I'm so not a pedo, factually, honestly, truthfully...I really wish I was though, just so I could really shock people. Like I'd be out with my friends and see some nine year old boy running for the ice cream and I'd say, "Check out the basket at that stud! Woo-Hoo!";
I'd have to move to Bolivia. I've been to Bolivia and it sucks, but the look on their faces...Oh well.
Nov 24th 2010 (144 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
This ASSTR thing is driving me crazy. The site seems to be back up, except the author's server is dead. That's the one I need. God hates pornography.
Still working on my VBE novel for NaPoNoMo, except I already know I'm not going to finish it, but I'm gonna claim credit anyway just because I've been doing so darn much work! My photoshop skills are getting superlative! I can put people's faces on other people's bodies and not totally screw it up! I feel like Dr. Frankenstein! Bwaaaahahahahaha!
He never really laughed like that, did he? I got a Care Package from some relatives who still love me. A got a box of Twinkies! Some real Skippy Peanut Butter and a big jar of Marshmallow Creme and a string of Mikamoto pearls that my husband won't tell me how much he paid for (that means they cost a lot) and I got that Avatar movie, which I haven't seen but everyone says is pointless. Um...I got a new handbag, another Coach, except it's gold leather and I kinda don't like it yet, but I like the straps, kind of chains with the straps woven through the links which is very cool.And, yeah...I am way spoiled which is why I can totally get away with being an anarchist. Poor people don't have the luxury of condemning the human condition, or even improving it, which is such an elitist thing to say, I think someone should shoot me. It's one of those days.
Nov 23rd 2010 (168 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
Still no ASSTR...Denny says something about the server in California died and rebooted the ASSTR server and that thing was built by Eli Whitney so it hasn't rebooted since the Stock Market crashed back in '29 and we all know how that ended!
Anyway, I'm still cranking on my web pages. I started writing a story for the "Hospice" page, but I'm not sure I like it. My instinct is to make one of the two escorts a transsexual with a really big dick, but I've been throwing a lot of TG stuff around and I don't want to turn too many people off. I know the audience for that isn't exactly huge. I don't know why though. God! Sexy girls with big, hard dicks? What's not to love?
So, maybe I'll use it or maybe I won't. It's really pretty iffy at the moment.
Nov 22nd 2010 (192 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
Hmmm...ASSTR is down hard and I can't update a darn thing.
My dad's coming for a visit in a couple days, just to stay a couple of days. I'm looking forward to it, even if it won't be all terribly happy. It'll still be a little happier than it is now. I think he's freaking out more than I am, but...He's my dad.
Nov 21st 2010 (216 hours remaining - Word Count: ????)
I've been riding my motorcycle. Brownout today...No power. I couldn't get on the internet or even work on my web pages at home. We really need to buy a generator. 42,000 pesos for a 2500 watt Honda. That'll at least turn on my laptop and an electric fan, right? Anyway, no VBE today and yes, that's my NaPoNoMo story now, it's official, but the Nov 30th deadline is a joke. This project is gonna take years!!
What happened that was cool today? Besides riding my motorcycle, I mean? Hmmmm...Not much. It's Sunday so I went to church. I asked God, "Please make me a Nordic Blonde With Huge Tits and a Swedish Accent so I can Surprise My Husband on His Birthday!" but I get the impression God's gonna blow me off...again!
So I'm left with that age old question - What to give the man who has everything? I mean, he doesn't have everything, but when it comes time to find him a gift it sure seems like it! I'm leaning towards a Doberman, except he'd know that's really a present for me. I want a dog who can eat the neighbor's dogs. I love dogs, but like people who love people, not all dogs...I hate the dog next door. I know my husband wants a five iron. He's got golf clubs, some of those Ping ones or whatever they're called and he never uses them around here because they're too shiny or something. Stupid golf. So he's always talking about buying a five iron so he can tee off from the balcony and into the side of the mountain behind our house.
It all sounds dumb to me, but he's a man so...Where the heck am I going to find a five iron?
Nov 20th 2010 (240 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I've got the VBE TAP page done. Teen adoption program...How weird is that? Not very. It's a theme that's been ripped on by every porn writer in history, I think. Sparkling originality isn't possible in porn. I mean, okay...I take that back. It is possible in theory, but the instance of occurrence is so rare as to be impossible. Originality comes from taking the familiar and making it one's own, putting a spin on it. I'm not sure if I'm there yet with VBE, some of it seems very mundane and predictable.
That's just nerves probably. I really had to polish the "Message From Evie" and she's a hard one to write for in public. She's the High Priestess, Mother figure and Messiah all in one, so she has to come across very cool, very restrained, but with a fanatic edge. Like Jack the Ripper at his nephew's birthday party, you know? He's gotta act nice and Evie has to sell herself as the virtuous whore with only love in her heart, but behind the scenes, when she's alone...
I made her head too big in the picture with Obama too. I hate that. So I just fixed it, but I'm not really good at replacing heads yet. It's tricky, but I tell you what - Hillary Rodham What'shername never looked so good in her life as she does in that photo now!
Nov 19th 2010 (264 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
Hmmm...I'm working on VBE and spending a lot of time on the pictures. Too much time probably. The writing is hard though! I mean, It's gotta sound quazi-real, like this might almost be a real company. That's one issue, the technical writing which I hate. I've done technical writing and even in my field, which I love by the way "I Loooooove my work!" I hate writing jargon, any kind of jargon. The other thing is that I have to leave a lot of room between the lines and you can't plan that. It has to happen at the moment, you dig? Like things have to mean something obvious, but at the same time I'm writing the story BEHIND the story, so there has to be this watermark lurking underneath.
It isn't easy and anyone who thinks it is should volunteer to do it for me!!
Nov 18th 2010 (288 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I'm downloading "Waka Waka" off you tube for my girls. They asked me, "Is Africa on the internet?" and that stumped me for a minute until we finally figured out we were talking about the Waka Waka song.
Nov 17th 2010 (312 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I got this email and before I sent my reply I copied it for you guys. I get a LOT of these. One a day, usually two, which makes it very difficult to take seriously.
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> From: [email protected]
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Inquiry
> Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 13:22:18 -0700
> Interested possibly in doing a story involving very one-sided
> interracial girl vs girl bondage and playful but stern humiliation and
> discipline? Please advise. Thanks.
> Rol
Hi there. Go for it, let me know how it turns out :)
Best always!
rache
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Like what do I know about writing? God! It's like asking for advice on falling off a bicycle. I don't know how it happens and sometimes I think I know why it happens, but in the end it always hurts my pride...I wrote that???? My best advice to people looking for writing advice is to buy a mirror and a dark shade of lipstick. Draw a curly mustache, a pointy beard, arched eyebrows and horns on your reflection and then say, "I'll give you my soul for one decent story." It works, believe me.
I'm writing my VBE thing for NaPoNoMo, but I'll never hit 50,000 words by the end of the month. On the other hand, a picture is worth a thousand words, so by that measure I'm well past the finish line.I started writing an actual story in which the heroine is a total evil anti-hero and it's a snuff piece at the beginning. Kind of graphic too, but really awesome. I borrowed some flavor from Tarantino, who writes the best snuff in the world. The best diner scenes too. It's all the bullshit he puts in between that gets boring.
Nov 16th 2010 (336 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I noticed the other day that the two words I'm most often confusing through keyboard misadventure are "Like" and Lick" Some people confuse affect and effect, some mistype they're and there, others you and ewe...But I'm always, always typing "lick" when I mean to type "Like" and it's because after hitting that I key with the right hand, my left wants to do something too. I mean, L-I-K are just too close together. I type bestest when I can bob my head, kinda weave from side-to-side to some really fast music, and keep the beat with both hands.
I got an email from my dad the other day, he said something to the effect of, "I'm thinking about coming out there at the end of the month." and so I wrote him back and said, "You're coming? Cool, I'd lick that a lot. I'll give you a call tonight...etc etc."
Stupid fingers.
Nov 15th 2010 (360 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
Still here. The doctor isn't sure my laptop is relaxing me, but whatever they're spiking my orange juice with works like a charm...almost! Little do they know I'm not really playing online hearts with my Blackberry - I'm ranting! My husband bought me some Interior Designers of the Rich and Famous magazine. Where's my AK when I need her? Guns are always females. Transsexuals, actually, like sexy babes with big fucking dicks ejaculating reality into the mindless culture we call home.
I divorced my country and married a pair of shoes by Prada. Fucking Ostrich...I love that stuff! Who says God doesn't have a plan?
Oh! But I did get online just long enough to get RBVS Part 5 queued up on SOL ...Lazarus is such a total bad ass!! I wish I was her. Reminds to do that thing about the thing, Lazarus + Nikolai has got to be my all-time best combination of characters. Like Barnum & Bailey without the circus to hold them back. NaPoNoMo needs more of that and less of this...Whatever this is. Sorry. I'm in a mood.
Nov 14th 2010 (384 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I am so bored. I've been working on my VBE web page and doing some writing for the VBE story. I don't hide the porn either. This one nurse keeps coming back. A female nurse, kind of young and pretty. She's probably a total lesbian. I should ask her if I can call her "Mal Fredo" and play Mad Gynecologist. I stole a stethoscope and I'm looking for a decent pair of forceps, but I didn't write any NaNoMoPo. Sorry.
Nov 13th 2010 (408 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
They woke me up at 4:30am for blood tests? Fuckers. I'm going back to bed. (I actually wrote this later...But the memory is clear)
Nov 12th 2010 (432 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I bought a motorcycle, but I talked about that in my Editorial. Life is short and I want to live free and ride hard and carry a big stick and eat lots of pie. Speaking of eating. We went to Jolly Bee for lunch. If you don't know what that is, you're lucky. Think Amateur Hour at McDonalds. So, I ordered a "Double Yum with Cheese, extra large French Fries, and a regular diet-coke cause you know, I gotta watch my calories." My husband ordered the Barbeque Chicken Breast, which is pretty good, but I have to go to the hospital tomorrow and they won't give me any red meat there!
We have to get a number because unlike every other fast food burger place in the known universe, Jolly Bee doesn't cook anything until 6 minutes after you order it. I'm not sure what those six minutes are about, but it's a constant. We get our plastic number and sit down. Our order comes 11 minutes 18 seconds later by my watch and I'm starving. I'm not too pissed because I wanted my motorcycle and they had to special order it and it finally came (except I bought a different one) but now they have to special order a fucking hamburger. I'm feeling moody.
"It looked bigger in the picture," I say, unwrapping my burger and it looks more like one of those soggy ones that they sell in the frozen food section of Piggly Wiggly back home. Cardboard box and all.
"It was a big picture," my husband replies and his chicken looks good. It comes with rice and some kalimansi sauce and I peel the top bun off my burger and there's one hamburger patty bathing in bacteria that looks suspiciously like cheese and "special sauce" (mayo + ketchup).
"There's one burger here," I say. "Where's the receipt? Did you order me a Double Yum?"
"Yeah," my beloved replies with his innocent blue-grey eyes reminding me of Gettysburg. I reach for my bayonet.
"Hey! Excuse me," I politely grab a passing Jolly Bee professional. "I ordered a Double Yum and I got...this."
"Oh." He looks at the receipt and then looks at my single patty plain old Yum burger. "But you already opened it."
"What?" I stare at him, smiling because that's a pretty good joke. He doesn't look clever enough to make it up or especially brave enough to say it to my face. I'm ready to give him props for being an over-achiever.
"I'm sorry," he says. "You opened it."
"I unwrapped it," I agreed. "How else was I gonna know you guys fucked up?"
"rache..." my husband warns me, except he didn't call me rache. He used my real name and I ignored him. I'm hot, tired, hungry, and looking at a week in medical prison with all the runny Jell-O I can eat. Seriously. It isn't a cliché here. They really think Jell-O cures cancer.
"I didn't take a bite," I point out, trying to be patient. "And don't even think about saying I sucked down one beef patty just so I could get another one for free."
The guy looks at me.
"Fix it!" I say. "Now!"
In America or Canada or Mexico or even fucking France, a fast food joint like McDonalds, for instance, would whip up a new Double burger quick! They'd bring hot apple pies and ice cream, extra fries too probably, and all for free. I know because I've had it happen to me. A McDonald's in Florida gave us so much food once that we fed most of it to seagulls (I felt guilty about that for a week)...In Japan, if they get your order wrong? The manager has to commit ritual suicide while his wife and children become your slaves for three years just to pay off the family's shameful debt.
Here, in this dank, dirty, dark and God-forsaken dungeon of Third World Capitalism, do you know what they did? They brought me another hamburger patty on a grease soaked napkin and dropped it unceremoniously on the table with a "Shhhplattt!"
My husband laughed while I went thermonuclear. I guess it was kind of funny, but the manager didn't think so, especially after I switched from English to Visayan, cause you can't really curse someone out in a foreign language. You gotta get personal.
That's my boring excuse for not writing any NaPoNoMo story today. Sorry.
Nov 11th 2010 (456 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I decided to start over again with something else. A story about professional escorts based on my web pages. We'll have to see how that goes. The last few days have been kind of crazy for me. My mind is really going in a lot of different directions on a lot of different things.
Maybe I'm crazy. Here's part of the story I won't finish:
"I've got a way with people," he confided with a lazy smile.
"Oh yeah?" I shrugged and kinda nodded maybe, still holding his morning paper in my hand. I delivered for the Tribune once a week before school and it was an okay job, I guess. Everybody got one, whether they wanted a paper or not.
"What's your name?"
"Avri," I replied. "Um…Avri Fuchs."
"Fucks?" the man teased, his smile growing into a grin as I reddened a bit, looking down at my feet.
"Fuchs," I corrected him, pronouncing it 'fooks' the way it's supposed to be.
"Don't get mad, Avri," he said, reaching for my shoulder. "I like that name. It's interesting. Way better than mine."
"You're, um…Mr. Smith," I said. "Right?"
"John Smith," he agreed with a sigh. "You ever heard anything so boring in your life, Avri Fucks?"
"Um…" I knew he did it on purpose that time and it made me mad in an annoyed sort of way. I'd been teased like that before.
"How long's that been so far anyway?"
"How long…What?" I wondered, looking up as I forgot my anger for a second. He kind of made me feel confused.
The guy looked kinda like a rock star or a pirate or…something. His dark hair was thick and wavy and parted down the middle, and long too. And he didn't shave very much. Mr. Smith had black stubble and a scrappy chin and big brown eyes. He didn't look like anybody I ever knew.
"Your life, Avri," he chuckled. "Who do you think we're talking about?"
"I don't know, um…I'm fifteen," I said, hoping that's what he meant.
"Sweet fifteen," he sighed. "Avri Fucks, but he's never been kissed, I bet."
"I better go," I said, turning my head and looking down the street. There wasn't anything to see though.
"Go where? You're that orphan, right? The new one from California, I've heard about you."
"Yeah." I nodded. "I lived in Pasadena."
"Parents?" he asked with a sigh, but I'd gotten pretty numb to the sympathy after almost three months.
"Sorta." I shrugged. "Look, um…I better get going."
"No," he whispered, squeezing my shoulder. "Come in the house. I'll get you that drink of water."
"What?" I didn't remember asking for a drink, but he pulled me inside and my feet were moving.
In the living room, a girl almost my age danced in front of an old fashioned jukebox. She looked very pretty, I thought, and wore nothing but a pair of loose panties that were trying to fall down her skinny hips. The music was loud and I almost wondered why I hadn't noticed before, except it was hard to think about anything except her. She smiled at me, but didn't stop dancing and she had really small tits and puffy pink nipples and a cute belly button and…
"Take this off," John said a moment later, pushing the canvas strap off my shoulder.
My sack full of newspapers hit the kitchen floor with a soft whump and I swallowed hard, feeling my heart going too fast. I couldn't breathe as the man put his arms around me. I had thoughts of turning my face away from his, but I didn't. He kissed me, tilting his head and covering my mouth with his, tickling my closed lips with his tongue until I opened for the first French kiss of my life.
His hands moved up and down my back and I had mine on his waist and then behind him, sliding my fingers upward to hold John's shoulders while we kissed. He grabbed my butt, squeezing me gently, and I felt my gut aching with fear and excitement and guilt. My cock had grown hard in my pants and I had to push myself against him. I couldn't help it. His tongue moved around, tickling mine and exploring my mouth.
I didn't stop him when John yanked my shirt upwards. I might have even helped, I'm not sure. All I remember is feeling his mouth on my bare skin and his rough face against my cheeks and chin. He kissed my neck and then my shoulders. He licked my flat, smooth chest and kissed my nipples. I gasped and groaned, loudly too, praying the dancing girl wouldn't hear me above the music. My nipples hurt as he bit them, chewing and sucking and making me feel too good. It shouldn't have felt good. Pain doesn't feel good. But that time it did and I was barely aware of it when John's fingers undid my belt buckle and then my jeans, pushing them down.
"What are you doing?" I breathed, feeling sorta drunk or something as he undressed me.
John didn't answer, but only kissed my mouth again, shoving his tongue inside while his hand fondled my stiff cock and cum filled balls. He'd gotten naked too and I wondered how that had happened. Everything seemed so fast, too fast, and maybe it was because I'd never kissed anyone before. I'd never nursed on a man's thick tongue or felt strong hands holding my bare butt, pulling me against him so that his swollen cock rubbed against mine. I could feel John's erection sliding between my thighs with my soft scrotum riding along the thick shaft. My dick pressed against his flat belly while he fucked my mouth with his tongue.
"Turn around," he whispered patiently, smiling into my wide, wet eyes. Had I been crying? I didn't know. I felt hot all over and my tummy was knotted up, my knees rubbery as the man pushed and pulled at my hips.
He bent me over the kitchen counter and I nodded and smiled, giggling weakly with nervous confusion. I didn't know the reason, but I did everything he wanted. Anything he asked. I spread my legs and arched my back, looking over my shoulder as I felt his cock sliding between the pale cheeks of my ass. I knew what he wanted to do and I didn't breathe a word of protest. I didn't tell him to stop or anything, not even when I felt the smooth head of his big cock against my virgin sphincter, forcing my hole to open around him.
I gasped loudly and shivered at the moment I lost my virginity, when John's cock suddenly seemed to pop inside my rectum with a surge of hot pleasure. It didn't hurt, not like I might have expected, and the fear rushed out of me with the breath I'd been holding. That seemed to make it easier for him and better for me too. He held my hips and pushed, sinking long, fat inches of throbbing manhood deep inside my fifteen-year-old ass. I felt a blunt, burning discomfort and my butt seemed too small somehow, like I was being squeezed from the outside, not stuffed from the inside.
But I liked it, I swear, and I never could have imagined I would. Not in a million years before that moment. I wasn't a fag or whatever. I wasn't gay. I'd never wanted this, but now I did. I pushed myself back to meet John's cock, rocking my hips and rolling my ass while he fucked me. His hands felt good on my back, soothing and comforting like his voice, the whispered words of encouragement telling me everything would be okay.
"That's it, Avri…" he whispered. "Let me do all the work. Nice and tight…Ummm…Hot inside. Let me fuck you, baby."
John fucked me slowly at first, until he knew I'd grown used to him, until he was sure I could take every inch of his long prick. And then he fucked me hard and deep and fast, holding my shoulders as his cock stabbed into my bowels over and over. I thought I could feel his heavy balls swinging between his powerful thighs, slapping my own smaller scrotum, but maybe I only imagined that. The sound of his skin against mine though, the sensation of my own swollen cock slapping my belly and aching for release, that was real enough.
The girl too, when she walked into the kitchen and smiled into my glazed eyes. Her nipples were hard and pink and pointed. Her panties were damp and falling low enough that I could see the swell of her hairless mound in the front and the cleft of her pert, round ass in the back. She got some juice out of the refrigerator, bending over while I jerked and bounced on my toes, grunting and gasping beneath John's fat cock. The girl wagged her pert, round ass from side to side as if she was still dancing. She watched him fuck me and I watched her drink from the plastic bottle until I started cumming.
I threw my adolescent semen everywhere, on my belly and thighs, on the cabinet and floor. I could barely stand and John had to hold me up with his hands covering my flat tits, his palms against my swollen nipples. He caressed me that way, squeezed me, made me feel good while his cock rode the tight channel of my rectum. In and out, fast and slow, driving me through my orgasm while the girl giggled and spilled juice over her immature breasts and down her tummy. She pushed a hand inside her panties and fingered herself while John fucked me and when he finally came inside my burning, well-worn ass, she must have been cumming too.
"Good one," John breathed into my ear, leaning over me with his cock still jerking weakly in my bowels. "I came good that time."
"The bus is gonna come too," the girl said in a husky, sorta breathless voice.
"Yeah," he agreed, pulling his semi-hard cock out of my asshole slowly and that felt very strange.
"We gotta get ready for school," she told me and I blinked at her.
"Avri Fucks, meet your sister, Suzy Sucks," John said with a chuckle, slapping my flushed butt cheeks with his wet prick. It was still long and thick, but softer now and glistening darkly.
"Can he talk?" the girl wondered, teasing me as she went to her knees. "Or just fuck?"
"I can talk," I told her, but my voice cracked like I'd never said a word before in my life and she giggled.
"Mmmm…You taste good too," she decided, keeping her big blue eyes on mine.
As she licked John's cock with her tiny pink tongue, I realized Suzy wasn't as old as I'd first thought. She looked like she might have been thirteen maybe, or not even that as she knelt on the kitchen floor with a man sized cock in her delicate hands. John probably made her look smaller than she was though. He made me feel smaller, that's for sure.
"Yeah. He tastes sweet," the man said, pulling me close and kissing me again.
He wasn't even a little shy about thrusting his tongue into my mouth while the girl sucked his oversized prick. We did that for only a couple minutes before he pushed us both away and I licked my bruised lips, wondering how any of this could be happening. I felt sticky with my own semen and my butt felt sore and greasy inside. John had put his cum deep in my rectum and it squished around when I moved. My clothes were on the floor and I started picking them up, but Suzy stopped me.
"Never mind that stuff," she said, letting John help her up. "You can get dressed upstairs."
"But what about…"
"That's why we have a maid," John told me and that only confused me more. "Dress him sexy."
"He's already sexy!" Suzy giggled and then took my hand. "Come on. We've got a lot of clothes upstairs."
"I have to deliver the papers though," I protested and that made her laugh as she pulled me through the house.
"That's all you wanna do, huh?"
"Ummm…" I swallowed hard.
"Don't worry," she told me. "I used to be the papergirl too."
"You were?"
"Until a couple weeks ago," she nodded, wiggling her butt as we went up the stairs. "Next week we'll get a new one. I hope it's another girl."
"What?"
"No!" Suzy giggled, looking over her shoulder at me. "I didn't mean it like that, silly! You're great. I'm glad it's you today, but you know. It'll be nice having another girl around."
"Oh." I smiled, but I didn't know at all.
"Probably the maid's gonna move in today too," she told me. "I think he likes her."
"Who?"
"John!" she said and then laughed. "Oh! You mean her? Kaylenn. She's kinda hot."
"She is?" I asked as we entered a bedroom and Suzy nodded.
"We gotta go to school though, so…Hmmmm…" She started digging through a large dresser, opening drawers and closing them. "Boy clothes…Boy clothes…Let's see…"
"Maybe I should, um…go home," I said, mostly to myself, but to her as well and Suzy gave me a funny look.
"You are home, Avri. What kinda name is that anyway?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Is your name really Suzy Sucks?"
"Suzanne Sachs, actually," she replied with a shrug. "But John said that's way too much name for a little pussy like mine."
"Ah." I nodded, as if that explained anything.
"Here! This is cool, right?" She tossed me a red t-shirt, or at least half a t-shirt. It looked more like a girl's halter top or something and too small for me.
"I guess," I replied, biting my bottom lip because it felt fat and itchy. My lip, I mean, and John had sorta nibbled on it while we'd kissed.
"Here's some jeans too," Suzy said, pulling out an old pair of Levi's and tossing them at me. "Catch!"
"Ummm…"
"This is our room, by the way," she told me. "We gotta share until John builds a new one, so keep it sorta clean okay? I'm not a psycho or anything, but you know…"
"Sure," I nodded.
"You're not a psycho, are you?" she wondered, narrowing her eyes and I shook my head.
"I don't think so," I told her.
"Well, if you get any sudden urges to make the bed or start trimming the bushes at 3am…"
"Uhhh…" I laughed, but the girl looked kinda serious.
"You wanna take a shower first?"
"I guess." I nodded. "That would be good."
"Yeah! Me too." Suzy grinned. "Come on. I like it doggy style."
"You like what?"
"When we fuck," she said. "You know. Come on, we've only got like ten minutes."
Suzy was serious about it too and she turned on the hot water, bending over with her hands on the wall while I sorta stared. I'd never seen a bare naked pussy before and hers looked small and pink, kind of a tight cleft right there below her tiny pink butthole.
"You gonna get in or what?" she asked, smiling over her shoulder.
"Um, yeah!" I nodded quickly and there wasn't a bathtub or anything. This was more like the community shower at the YMCA, except there was only one showerhead.
"Yeah," she sighed, wagging her butt as I rubbed my hard cock up and down her slit. "Put it inside me, Avri. I'm so ready. Fuck me hard, okay?"
"Okay," I agreed. Like what else was I gonna say?
Even though her pussy looked way too small even for my not very huge dick, it wasn't. I had to close my eyes because Suzy felt so hot inside, slippery and wet like I'd stuck my dick in a hole made of butter. Tight butter too! And the little girl seemed to suck my cock inside her, I swear. The walls of her pussy grabbed my throbbing dick, tugging at my flesh even as I pushed myself into her. It felt so awesome, I almost started cumming right then and it had probably been a good thing I'd already blown a big load in the kitchen!
"Oh man!" I gasped as my cock sank balls deep and Suzy moaned, nodding her head and rocking her narrow hips.
"Yeah! Uh-huh! That's it, Avri! Fuck me, huh? Fuck me! Uh-huh!"
Suzy liked to make a lot of noise and her sexy butt was all over the place! She pushed herself back with a roll of her hips, screwing her pussy onto my dick with a gasp. I grabbed her like I didn't have a choice, digging my fingers into her wet skin as the water poured over us.
I forgot all about my sore butt and the weird feeling of John's cum being squished around inside my tender rectum. I just worked my throbbing cock back and forth inside the girl bent over in front of me. All that mattered was my dick and cum filled balls and riding Suzy's little cunt for as long as I could. I never wanted to stop!
"I thought I heard the water running," John said from behind us. "Fuck! I'm too late, huh?"
I glanced over my shoulder to see him jerking off while he watched us having sex. John didn't look mad or anything and for a second there I'd been sorta worried. I mean, I really didn't know who Suzy was to him. John's daughter or girlfriend or what? She didn't even seem to notice the guy and she loved to fuck, that's for sure. Suzy rocked her hips and rolled her ass some more, grinding her tight pussy around my dick while I tried to give her more of the in and out. She seemed so small too and I'm not a big guy at all, but right then my rock hard penis felt huge!
"You gotta pull out," Suzy gasped, as if she'd just thought of it.
"Now?" I breathed, frowning as I held her narrow hips tightly in my hands and every inch of my dick was inside her sweet pussy.
"No!" She giggled weakly, looking at me over her shoulder. "When you cum, silly!"
"Oh…Kay…" I panted, thinking that would be any second.
"Don't pull out, Avri," John told me, still stroking his magnificent prick and grinning at us. "Blow in the hole!"
"J-John!" Suzy made a face at him. "I'll get pregnant! We're in the shower!"
"Shoulda thought of that before," he told her with a chuckle. "Don't worry about it, Avri. Girls get knocked up all the time around here."
"Oh, um…" I blinked at Suzy and she shrugged.
"Just fuck me," she sighed, but in a happy way as she smiled and pushed her ass back to meet my pelvis with a wet slapping noise.
So that's what I did, fucking a girl for the very first time in my life, and less than a minute later I had to cum. I couldn't hold it back and for just a second I thought about pulling out, but there was no way I wanted to do that. I jammed my cock as far into Suzy's clasping cunt as I could and felt my cock pulsing frantically to fill the girl with as much of my creamy load as possible.
"Mmmm…" Suzy moaned softly, shivering despite the hot water spraying across her back. "I feel it inside me!"
"God!" I gasped, feeling like I wanted to fall on my butt. "That was fantastic!"
"My turn!" John said as I reluctantly pulled my softening cock out of Suzy's pussy.
"Oh!" she yelped as the man slid his swollen cock into the cummy hole I'd left behind. "Fuuuuck!"
"Still tight!" he said with a chuckle, slapping Suzy's hip as he started to fuck her hard and fast, driving the full length of his huge dick inside her easily.
I had no idea where all that cock was going. I mean, Suzy's pussy couldn't have been that deep! John had like eight or nine inches of solid penis and his big hairy balls were swinging away, slapping the little girl's baby clit. His hands almost completely encircled her waist and she wasn't trying to get away. Suzy was right there with him, fucking the man just as eagerly as she'd been fucking me. I might have felt a little jealous actually, since I kinda thought maybe Suzy was my girlfriend now that we'd had sex, but my balls were too empty for that. I felt too warm and happy inside to be jealous.
"Ahhhh…Suzy!" John groaned after a few minutes of riding her pussy. "There you go! Feel that?"
"Uh-huh!" she gasped and nodded, both of them frozen for a second with smiles on their faces.
I could see John's balls being pulled upward with every contraction of his spurting cock. He must have really been filling Suzy up, adding his sperm to mine except a lot deeper than my smaller dick had been able to reach!
"There, that'll keep her guessing!" John said with a grin for me. "Clean this up for me, Avri."
"Huh?" I blinked at him.
"Lick his dick," Suzy told me, looking pink and breathless and completely happy as she leaned against the all and rubbed her flat tummy.
"Oh, um…" I didn't seem to have much choice as John's gentle, but insistent hands pushed me to my knees and I went to work licking his semi-hard cock like an ice cream cone.
"That's it…Get all the fuck juice off me. My balls too, Avri. Give ‘em a nice bath…Hmmm…" John nodded as I did everything he told me to.
I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, sucking on his scrotum and tasting the sharp tang of Suzy's cum mixed with the salty flavor of John's semen. Mine too, I supposed. I kissed and licked the length of his cock and even sucked it for a minute, stretching my mouth around the head and cramming as much penis inside as I could.
"We gotta go to school," Suzy said. "The school bus as been waiting ten minutes already."
"The school bus waits?" I asked, swallowing hard as I held John's dick with both hands and he'd started getting hard again.
"The driver likes me," she replied with a giggle. "We need to get dressed."
"You'd better listen to your sister," John sighed. "We can finish this later."
Nov 10th 2010 (480 hours remaining - Word Count: 7833 or else 0)
My husband came home and as soon as we were in the rover, I had my face in his crotch. You know, sniffing him like a jealous bitch and trying to smell someone else on his penis.
I'm happy again.
I might have to start a different story. I finished my VBE pages and now I really want to write a story about whatever world it is where VBE could exist. That place has got to be kind of crazy. I wish I could mash my Sims thing together with my VBE thing. That would be kind of cool maybe. I need to think about it. Hopefully I'll be writing again soon. After I finish reminding my husband what he's been missing. I'm terminal.
Nov 9th 2010 (504 hours remaining - Word Count: 7833)
I thought I'd write a little porn tonight, because I spent my early morning finishing my VBE pages, but I ended up giving Luck a bath. He was so dirty! Stupid dog. He smelled bad too. So I got naked. Like totally, because any other other kind of naked doesn't count, and I scrubbed him clean and unlike most men, dogs don't get aroused while be given a bath by hot, horny, naked chicks whose husbands are 1/12th of a light second away.
So...I had to dry him off and keep him locked in my bedroom, otherwise the first thing Lucky will do is run outside and get dirty again. Me and him alone and naked in my bedroom...hmmm...I didn't get a lot of writing done, but you know how dog semen tastes kinda like Oreo cookies without the all the sugar? Yeah. I let him give me a facial. Like a really gross, nasty, Japanese sperm fetish bukakke bitch cum bath all over my face. I mean, I swallowed a lot too, but there's so much of it and...Anyway, the best part about having a canine boyfriend is that he'll make out with you after painting your face white. He'd lick up his own cum and I'd suck it off his tongue while I fucked myself with my favorite hairbrush and...You don't want to hear about this. Sheesh! I'm supposed to be talking about writing! Sorry.
Nov 8th 2010 (528 hours remaining - Word Count: 7833)
I'm really falling behind schedule now. My husband had to take off the other day, so it's been a few days since I've seen him. Well, a couple days. A few sounds like a lot and it's only been a day and half. Not even a couple, it just seems like it. Never mind. I kinda love him.
We're going to have phone sex later. I made him promise.
Blah. I keep working on my website and not writing much of anything. We've been married seven years. Maybe I should have an affair. Maybe he's having an affair. I don't know anyone who was ever married seven years. All my friends are divorced. This sucks.
Nov 7th 2010 (552 hours remaining - Word Count: 7833)
Let's talk about writing, since that's what this web page is supposed to be about. I've got 7.833 words down as of right now and I have no idea what I'm doing. I've gotten to this point where the narrator, a teen boy, goes to school and ends up basically raped by a bunch of hot cheerleaders in the girl's bathroom. So that's kinda okay, I guess, but I'm still looking for a plot and just writing about my Sims2 characters isn't giving me one. I mean...it's a video game. It's a dollhouse. What plot?
So I'm thinking aliens.
Seriously. Did you guys read Talis and Misfits? Probably not because those are some rather "gay" stories, as in male gayness, which doesn't bother me anymore than female gayness does. What's the difference? I honestly don't get it, but then again nothing squicks me, so...I'm worried about plot. I want to explain who the characters are, why they're so completely weird (like the narrator's mind is blank) and find some storyline to work with. I've also had it in mind to write a "rache" story in the Talis universe, and started one with a guy waking up after being executed by the aliens from Andromeda...Whoops! Is that a spoiler? Anyway, so I started one already, but it's kinda "Rachael Ross" because it's kinda serious, so this one might almost work. What do you think? I'm thinking "Galaetian Empaths" ... Hmmm...Do I want to commit to Talis though? That universe is a lot of work! Not an easy sit down and write, I have to think and that always hurts. We'll have to see.
Nov 6th 2010 (576 hours remaining - Word Count: 3256)
Oh boy! I spent like all day in the "Rap Room" which is chat at some university you've probably heard of, and it's like you have to speak in rap. Whatever you say has to sound like Eminem, right? So I was in there as "L0-K3Y" cause "Lo-Key" sounds (looks) too mature and I was anything but! Heh! I was laughing my fool head off all afternoon. People here think I'm on drugs (in the cyber cafe) but it was just funny as hell. What can I say? A rap room...I'm addicted!
So, since I was doing that I didn't get a lot of work done on my NaPoMoNo thing. It's still sitting where it is, but I've still got a lot of time, right? Mostly I just want to work on my web page and I'm making "VBE_jade.htm" right now, or will be soon, which is something I'm looking forward to. I figured most people won't get into Jessica, since she's got a dick and all, so I need to make one with a hot genetic female and start promoting hetero sex again before I get in trouble with the Republicans! Ouch! Elephants have long memories, but it was totally not my fault!
Uhhhh...What else? I'm thinking about starting a mailing list, but I have no idea if I will or not. We'll have to see how it goes. I'm editing this straight off ASSTR's server, btw, with a really crappy keyboard. God! Like somebody spunked on it! All the keys are sticking and my fingers smell like old socks soaked in bleach. Yeeeech! So I'm gonna wrap this. If you want to be on my mailing list, or think you might, email me and I'll think about adding you to the list :))) Just kidding. I'll do one email for sure just to say I did it.
Nov 5th 2010 (600 hours remaining - Word Count: 3256)
I've been working on my website a lot. Too much. Perfecting those VBE pages. I really didn't know what to do with the Cities Directory, which is where I decided to start, but then inspiration hit! It's just like writing, I guess. I mean, I start with nothing but character and pray the plot will come to me somewhere along the way.
People looking for "new stories" by Rachael Ross...Making web pages like VBE is writing. It's storytelling, so I don't feel bad about it.
Anyway, I figured I'd better do something with my NaPoMo story and I sorta decided to write about my Sims. Like the game, Sims2? That's the one I play because I got too much crap collected to to buy Sims3 and start all over again. So I started writing in this strange, alternative reality where people have sex without even knowing each other's names (not so strange) and eating cheesecake gives you twins (if you're pregnant already) and everybody looks really hot (typical porn fantasy)...We'll see how it goes. At least I should have illustrations. Maybe.
Nov 4th 2010 (624 hours remaining - Word Count: 8)
I'd been working on "Home and Back" and putting the story on my VBE Cities page when I was called to dinner. My husband and I eat kind of late, around 8ish generally and our girls eat earlier. We have a maid who takes care of them. I don't talk about the twins much. We adopted them just before their first birthday, and they're pretty much the center of our universe. Anyway, so I went downstairs and Honey walked in saying she's hungry, like always. "Did you eat dinner?" I asked. "What did you eat?" and she replied, "Isda." which is fish, of course. And so she sat down with me and shared my plate.
Two minutes later, here comes Hannah, and she says she's hungry too. "What did you eat?" I asked her. She said, "Lunch."
It was very funny to me and I couldn't stop giggling, probably because Honey wouldn't stop either. And then I remembered I need to blog about my NaPoMo story and I didn't even look at it today. I didn't even think about it, actually, but I did write 7,000 words for the other, non-porn story and so it wasn't a total waste of a day.
Nov 3rd 2010 (648 hours remaining - Word Count: 8)
Decided to invent NaPoMo and make a web page about it. I should be working on the story, but I've got lots of time. I can fuck around all I want. I spent most of my free time perfecting my VBE Severe page. I like it a lot. I had to make new logos and I made the CD graphic from scratch! What a pain. I'm getting pretty good at Photoshop, but I still suck at art. I should work on my story, I think I need a sentence to get me started. The first sentence I mean. That was an unintentional pun, by the way. Ummm...
"I have a way with people," he said.
There. I wrote some of my story today. Now I can finish getting this stuff ready for posting to my website. It's 9:08am.
Nov 2nd 2010 (672 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
Thought about my NaPoMo story today, between 10:17 and 10:23 this morning. Something about falling out of a tree. I wrote it on a napkin, hold on. I'll find it. I think it's in my purse...my jacket pocket, I mean. Ha! I got so much crap, um...Let see...
"You know how it feels when you fall out of a tree? The falling isn't so bad. I mean, it actually feels pretty good for a second, or maybe two depending on how high the tree is, but you're still falling. It's when you stop falling that it hurts and there's nothing you can do about it. That's how I felt; pretty good despite the fear and confusion and the inevitable pain of hitting bottom. That most of all."
Not sure what any of that means yet, but it's somewhere in the story, I'm sure.
Nov 1st 2010 (696 hours remaining - Word Count: 0)
I started thinking about my NaPoNoMo (National Pornographic Novel Month) story and the clock is ticking. No pressure yet. I feel pretty good except my head hasn't been in a good place for writing ever since I lost the Kentucky Derby six weeks ago. I spent the morning thinking hard and came up with a title "My Life Without Pockets" which is the old title I almost used for "Talis" and so it's not brand new, but I like it anyway.
Feeling satisfied with all that hard work, I decided to go out and karaoke.
About this page
I registered for NaNoMo last August, some three months ago after they sent me a friendly reminder that it was coming around again. If you don't know what it is, you can find it HERE and basically it's a challenge to write a 50,000 word novel from scratch between Nov 1st and Nov 30th, which isn't much of a challenge really, but it's been fun in the past and the nice thing is that I can take it as seriously as I want...or not. :)
Since I'm using a real name there, the one that my father in his infinite wisdom gave me, I won't be able to share much about my NaNoMo story around here! You guys would only make fun of me and laugh behind my back, and that weird guy with the bucket of chicken under his arm would probably follow me home and I don't need the hassle. I mean, it's flattering and all, but...You know. Separation between church and state and all that. I'm sure you understand.
On the other hand, I would like to share something about the difficulties posed by writing fiction and since 50,000 words is my usual word budget for the average 4 day work week, I thought I'd write two NaNoMo stories. Except one of them is going to be seriously pornographic and will have to be posted to ASSM/SOL/Etc. instead of the NaNoMo website. I think they'd have a problem with rache over there. So that's what this page is about and we'll see how it goes.
Earlier thoughts are at the bottom and I'll try and update this every day, but since it's Nov 3rd here, I'm already behind schedule! That's what NaNoMo is all about though...and NaPoNoMo too!
