****** Tattletales by Suzy, the Biker Chick Floozy ******
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Tattletales


Don't you just hate a tattletale? And when you catch them right in the act,
they ask, "Who meeee?"

Remember Pinocchio? He lied and his nose got bigger. The Divine Feminine's
punishment also takes on a physical dimension for "sins" such as tattling.

According to witch lore, when a man tattles, his penis gets smaller. Sometimes
it disappears altogether. And he always asks, "Why meeee Goddess?"

"Penis reduction" is also often the punishment when men maliciously attempt to
humiliate women by means other than tattling. Sammy said so.

According to more witch lore, when a woman tattles, her clitoris gets bigger.
And she always says, "Thank you Lord!"

Unless of course the lady is hunted down, strip-searched and tortured by the
witch hunters. This doesn't happen much anymore, but it was a common occurrence
just a few centuries ago.

The witch craze caused women to fear their own sexuality. The genital search
was a necessary requirement during any witch trial. Back then an enlarged
clitoris was today's fingerprint and DNA evidence to prove one undoubtedly a
witch.

And how would I know anyway?

I found out when the sorority sisters played Tattletales. We had our own
version where we got to ask questions about each other. The one being asked
about didn't respond, the other sisters offered an answer. If any of the
sisters tattled correctly, the one tattled upon had to fess up. Sound
confusing? Actually, it was too much fun.

We got the idea for Tattletales from Marcia. She was a game show fanatic and
watched the Game Show Network on satellite incessantly whenever she was home
and brought tapes back to the sorority house. Well, we couldn't very well play
the Newlywed Game, now could we? Marcia told us all about the game
"TattleTales" which was popular on the tube twenty-five years ago. We invented
our own version.

One of our sisters, Samantha, better known as Sammy was so very mysterious. I
had no real cause to ask other than suspicions, but it was Halloween, and I was
under the influence. I chose to pose the question, "Is Sammy a witch?"

No sooner did I get the question out, Rhonda tattled and blurted out, "Yes! She
has the witch's mark, a witch's tit, right in the middle of the other two. I
saw it in the shower even though she tried to hide it."

Sammy unbuttoned her blouse and slowly removed it. She unfastened her specially
made three cup bra and paused. So we are like just dying here waiting to see.

Yep, she was a witch all right. "No point in trying to hide it any longer," she
said matter-of-factly.

"Not only do I have a witch's tit, I... well, I'll just show you."

Sammy removed her jeans and her panties and she sat on a chair with her legs
spread. Her clitoris was quite large, the size of a small penis. As she
stimulated herself it became even larger.

I was the first to touch her, both places. "Sammy! No more playing possum for
you!" She was the only one of the sisters who had never slept with another
sister. That soon changed.

That night Tattletales was put on "pause" temporarily. We were all too
intrigued by feeling and licking Sammy's huge clitoris and playing with her
third tit as she moaned in ecstasy and kept right on talking all the time,
telling us witch stories.

"Abnormally large genitalia like mine usually meant a death sentence, but not
always. Sometimes the woman was shown mercy and the clitoris was amputated.
Most of the torture and persecution of witches was prompted by the woeful
ignorance of female anatomy on the part of men. Some things never change do
they?"

"Dr. Francois Rabelais, in his 'Gargantua and Pantagruel,' maintained that an
itching clitoris dominates a witch's every thought and action. Quit scratching,
girls, see, you are all fucking witches!" Sammy cackled.

"In 1595 Nicholas Remy published 'Daemonolatria' which proclaimed no mercy for
witches. Like mad dogs, they are incurable, and must not be spared."

"Another work which fueled the persecution, torture and execution of witches
was 'Malleus Maleficarum.' The theme of that work was that witchcraft springs
from a woman's insatiable carnal lust and consort with devils."

"One of the more interesting trials in England several hundred years ago
involved my great, great, great, great, great grandmother who was being tried
as a witch. One of the jurors named Arthur something or other, who also
happened to be a writer of erotica, had never actually 'seen' a clitoris. When
he had sex with his wife, it was always in the dark and they were fully clothed
except for an opening here and there. When confronted with an up close and
personal look at the alleged witch's clitoris during the trial, Arthur
developed some sort of epileptic seizure, choked on his own tongue and vomit,
and died in minutes right in the court room. If it were not for that incident
which put the fear of witches into the other jurors, Granny would have been
hanged and I wouldn't be here."

When Sammy finally screamed, "Mercy! Please, no more petting and licking for
this witch," we went back to playing Tattletales.

Only fair that Sammy got to ask the next question. She looked around the room
and asked, "Who among you has had sex with her father? Or brother? Or any other
fucking relative?"

Karen looked at me, I looked at her, we pointed at each other, and we each
shouted "She has!" Ours were not the only fingers pointing. The bimbo, Karen,
kept right on talking and pointing at me, "Yeah, and she fucked my family too."
Well, we simply had no choice to tell our stories first. Sandy, she cried about
everything, got all teary and sobbed while I told about my Sugar Daddy.

"OK, Deborah, it's your turn now," I demanded. "I saw you get all red and
embarrassed when Sammy asked the question. What's your story?"

She started crying. "I'll probably go to hell for this, but..."

"My brother Frank is a priest. The first time we had sex it was mostly an
accident. I had no idea it was him in the booth when I gave my confession. He
was supposed to be out of town that day. I was telling my sins for that week,
you know, how I sucked off the state cop who was about to give me a ticket for
90 in a 55 zone. Well, shit. I couldn't afford $125 for the ticket. That week I
had quite a bit to tell because I had doled out the blow jobs quite liberally."

"I'm telling the priest my story in the booth and I hear him making strange
noises, like 'Ahhhh' and such. Well, I didn't know, he could have been having
some sort of attack. So I opened the door to his side of the booth and peeked
in. 'Frank!' I exclaimed in shock. He was jerking off. 'Here, let me do that
for you, Father,' I purred as I pried my brother's hand from his cock and
replaced it with my own."

"I soon substituted my mouth for my hand. Father Frank, my brother, stammered,
'Ohhhh, Deb, you are so much better than the altar boys!' That just encouraged
me even more to give him one great blow job."

Deborah continued, "Confession became part of my daily routine for the rest of
the summer. Lucky for me there was not a run on confessions at that time and
Father Frank and I would spend hours in the booth. I had become intrigued by
the Song of Solomon and I encouraged the good father to read it to me. 'Thy two
breasts are like two young roes that are twins' he read from chapter 4, verse
5, as I sat on his cock and he licked and pulled the tips of my nipples."

"I demanded, 'Let me read to you!' I stood up and stuck my beaver in his face.
'Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits,' I read from
chapter 4, verse 16. I taught Father Frank the pleasures and proper techniques
when one has beaver for dinner."

"My brother was so incompetent. 'Well, it's not my fault. How are you supposed
to know how to please a woman when the only thing you have had in your mouth in
years is little altar boy dicks?' I felt sorry for him but I didn't let him off
the hook. I made him practice and practice some more until he was eating pussy
in his sleep. I still hear reports from his church that the nuns are now one
smiling bunch of penguins."

Deborah concluded and pointed to Sarah, "You are next!"

Sarah was a Jewish princess. Her father was a rabbi and she was very
introverted and a woman of few words.

"My father showed me the real meaning of 'kosher sex.' He is an incredible
lover. Only thing I don't like, he smells of sheep and begs me to say 'baaa,
baaa' when he sticks it in me from behind." And then she stopped.

"What, that's all?" Deborah asked incredulously.

"Yes, that's all! But if you put on that harness with the adjustable straps and
the big red dong bolted to the front, I'll go 'baaa, baaa' for you!" We all
laughed and laughed, but Deborah went and got it.

Soon thereafter Deborah is sticking it in Sarah from behind and if that girl
was a little woolier she could have passed for a sheep. Deborah was humping her
silly and said, "Yo Jew babe, just don't call me Daddy or Rabbi, or this thing
will be up your ass."

Between "baaa" and "baaa" Sarah managed to point to Amanda and say, "Your turn,
bitch." They didn't get along. Amanda's father was also a man of the cloth.

Amanda started her story. "You all know my father is a minister. They call him
Pastor Jim. I thought his church was really boring. Even that squirming and
wiggling, my fake orgasm routine, I did on the stage like they do on the Benny
Hinn Show was too frigging boring. But then my dad came up with a new concept.
Dirty dancing!"

"Right, dirty dancing. My dad called it 'dancing in the spirit,' and it
progressed to even more fun; 'spiritual connections.' A 'spiritual connection'
was a powerful bond between you and your partner as you danced. This was a new
way Jesus was visiting the church and perfecting love, according to my dad,
Pastor Jim."

"Of course, these 'spiritual connections' were never between a husband and wife
because it was taught there were too many hurts built up over the years in a
marriage for this to work right. These hurts were healed in a 'spiritual
connection' with some new partners and then the married or otherwise
significantly involved couples would leave this 'connection' and return to
their same old boring relationship."

"And I thought our parties with the frat brothers were wild and crazy. These
holier-than-thous were incredibly horny. The 'dancing in the spirit' was big
fun but I never really got into it until somebody played my favorite waltz. I
could feel it squirting out from between my legs when I heard Ravel's 'La
Valse.' Before long, my first 'connection' Donald, the Assistant Pastor, asked
me to come upstairs and help him praise and worship, mainly what was between
his legs. Before you could say 'King James' he had me on my back on the floor
with my dress up and my panties down. Donald kept chanting, 'ONE two three, ONE
two three' as he pounded away inside me."

"I suppose it was inevitable. My father, Pastor Jim, made it a point to
establish a 'spiritual connection' with me. He convinced me he talked to God
and could cure me of my sexual sinning. 'Repent you harlot!' he yelled at me
over and over as he anointed me with his own personal holy fluid. He really got
turned on when I mumbled in tongues with his cum dripping out of both sides of
my mouth."

"My mother is handicapped and wheelchair bound. My father said she gave him
permission to engage in sex with other women which of course meant it was not
adultery and not a sin. 'How many wives and concubines did King Solomon have?'
he kept asking me in addition to, 'How do you suppose we all got here if not
for incest?' and other such provocative questions. He even asked if I had sex
yet with my much younger brother. 'As if!' I snapped but I had my fingers
crossed."

"My father, I swear, he made me tattle about my first best friend Heather at
least a hundred times and how we played with each other's tight little pussies
and fumbled our way to our first orgasms. He made me tell about our vibrators
and other sex toys. 'Am I better than that Pink Pecker you talk about?' he
asked over and over. 'Yes!' I lied each time. Hey, you girls have all used my
Pink Pecker, haven't you? I know I got dresser drawers full of that stuff, but
the Pink Pecker is the one with dual control. You know, the little turtle tail
dances with delight on your hungry clit."

"Hey, I use that all the time!" piped up Elaine.

"Shut up, really!" demanded Jacqui. "It's not your fucking turn to tattle and
you are not supposed to tell on yourself, silly girl."

Amanda continued, "I never questioned my father's motives until that day when
he called me up to the pulpit and unzipped his pants and pulled it out. He
grabbed me by my long hair and forced me down in front of him. 'Oh virgin
daughter of Babylon, repent, kneel down before the prophet,' he preached with
fire and brimstone in his voice."

"Well, I was totally pissed off. It had taken me considerable effort and
research to perfect my deep-throating techniques and I did not appreciate
making this public knowledge. I had intended to copyright my method, but never
got around to it. I don't talk to my father any longer; I told him to go adopt
a daughter or rent a whore for his dog and pony shows. Anything to keep the
customers coming back. Geez."

Then Evelyn decided it was her turn. "What's up with all this religion jive?
Yeah, Amanda, and I wonder, if only eight people survived the big flood, how
did we all get here anyway like your father said. Sure sounds like incest to
me, as in, either fucking your mother or the son's wives."

"My story is a little more conventional. I didn't do it for God, I did it for
my brother."

Everybody called her Eve for short. She told us her story of brotherly love.
Coincidentally, she was from Philadelphia.

"Last Halloween, I made it a point to go home because I needed more money. My
dad always gives me more if I ask in person. He had a new girlfriend so I
thought he wouldn't be so eager to hump me. I knew he would be more concerned
that I might tattle to Linda, his latest squeeze, about how Daddy did his
daughters."

"As soon as I arrived home, my brother, Charlie, started bugging me. He was a
few month's away from getting his Learner's Permit and light years away from
getting any pussy, as far as I could tell. Charlie and his best friend David
wanted me to drive them trick or treating. 'Don't you think you guys are a
little old for this?' I chastised."

"Charlie whined, 'No, Sis, c'mon, drive us down to those subdivisions by the
Porsche dealership. You can look for some new wheels while we play. We'll have
big fun and get lots of candy, and those old widow ladies, they always give a
handful of money.' The idea of getting all dolled up in my Elvira costume was
starting to appeal to me. I had worn it to a party the year before and it was
still in my closet. Let me tell you, when I wore that cape to the party and
opened it, revealing nothing but me underneath, it wasn't long before I got
poked by some horny dude who was dressed as the devil."

"I'm always willing to negotiate. 'Maybe, Charlie, what do I get in return if I
take you dudes trick or treating? I'll tell you what, you two go wash and wax
my car. And don't forget to vacuum the interior spotless.' Well, I simply could
not believe the job these two did on my little white convertible. They even
rubbed off the tar spots and splattered bugs."

"I decided to take them and told them to go get ready because I had some other
stops I wanted to make along the way. I was in my own bedroom changing,
standing there almost naked when the two of them burst in. 'Holy shit!' David
yelled. 'Look at those hooters! Those are better than the ones in our
magazines, Charlie.' Drool was running down the kid's chin."

"My brother responded, 'No kidding, David. Like I haven't seen that pair
before.' I noticed the bulge in his pants. Charlie had walked in on me in the
shower on more than one occasion, quite intentionally I assume."

"I didn't even bother to cover up. 'I hope you two got a damn good reason for
busting in on me like this or I am going to kick your scrawny little asses!' I
screamed at them."

"Charlie explained, 'Dad just got in an accident. He's not hurt or anything but
his car is and its being towed away. He wants you come and pick him up at the
mall.' I threw on my clothes and rushed out."

"I picked up Daddy and dropped him off at a nearby rental place so he could get
something to drive while his car was being repaired. He said he'd see me later
because he still had several appointments and he was running late because of
the accident."

"I went back home and looked for Charlie to tell him everything was fine. He
and David were up in his room. They didn't hear me. The door was slightly ajar
and I pushed it open. I was shocked! They were both sitting on the floor
against the wall, listening to the CD player blasting, their faces in girlie
magazines with their hands stroking their dicks. 'Just what the fuck are you
assholes doing?' I yelled at them and scared them shitless."

"They both stammered 'Uh, umm, well, uh' as they put their dicks back in their
pants."

"I continued ranting and raging on them as they hung their heads in shame.
'Have either of you ever had sex with girls?' They shook their heads no
sheepishly."

"Well, I was feeling really bad for these two, especially when my brother said,
'What girls would have sex with us, Sis? We are geeks. Girls talk to us when
they have computer problems, but other than that we don't exist. The jock types
get all the pussy.' I thought I was going to cry."

"I sniffled as I said, 'OK, I'll tell you guys what. You have to learn
sometime. I'll teach you about the birds and the bees. First rule, you please
the girl first. If you do, she'll always reciprocate enthusiastically and come
back for more.' Let me tell you I had the undivided attention of these two
dweebs."

"I removed my jeans and panties and said, 'Now, I want you to pay attention
very closely.' I sat on Charlie's bed and spread my legs. 'This is a clitoris.
Get closer. Look right where my finger is. See? Very important! This is to a
girl what your sorry little dicks are to you. Get it?' I thought four eyes were
about to pop out of two stupid little head as they nodded."

"I instructed like a good teacher, 'Charlie, you go first. I want you to lick
my clitoris. David, you can kiss my breasts and nibble on my nipples while he
is doing that. But keep your dicks in your pants, for now. Shit! Not like that
Charlie! You are not wolfing down a cheeseburger. Lick slowly, gently. OK,
that's better, that's good.' Yeow, it was better than good. I really started
squirming with the eagerness of his virgin tongue. 'Charlie, I knew you had to
had talent for something!' I stammered as I came for the first time."

"Then I motioned to David, 'You try it.' This kid was smart. He paid attention
and didn't make the same mistakes Charlie did. This went on until their tongues
were swollen and they were having difficulty speaking intelligibly. That was
nothing new but you could tell the difference between stupidity and overdosing
on cunt juice."

"Charlie finally got up the courage to ask, 'Sis, will you do it for us, I
mean, what we did for you?' He had that begging dog look."

"You know how people look when they win the lottery? That's how these two
looked when I replied, 'That's exactly what I had in mind, Charlie, because if
I don't, you two will squirt all over me before you ever get it in, once we get
around to that. Stand up boys and drop your pants!' I was staring at two very
eager hard-ons."

"I kneeled between them and did them both at the same time, going from one to
the other. At times they were both in my mouth together. It took all of about
two minutes for both of them to shoot their loads in my mouth, down my throat
and all over my face. Talk about yelling! You would have thought their favorite
team just won the Super Bowl. Well, they just won the Super Blow, no doubt
about that."

"They both collapsed on the bed, gasping, but I didn't let them rest for long.
For the next few hours I taught these two dudes how to make love to a woman.
Every position in the 'Kama Sutra' and then some."

"Just as I was about finished with their private lessons, we heard Daddy come
home, and we all scrambled to get our clothes on. These two dudes followed me
around like puppy dogs. I felt like a goddess. Unfortunately, being worshipped
by a man doesn't seem to last long. Then you have to fuck and suck him again.
Right girls?" The heads all bobbed.

"I drove them to the subdivisions and they got their bags filled with candy and
money. One door was answered by several teen angels; teenage girls dressed as
angels. They appeared to be a little older than Charlie and David. One grabbed
Charlie by the arm. 'Hey you guys, we are having a party. C'mon in and join the
fun!' she begged as she brushed her tits and wings up against my brother."

"I interrupted, 'They have to run home with me and get the groceries out the
trunk. I have a bad back. They'll be back in half an hour,' I said as I dragged
Charlie and David away from the door."

"As we walked back to the car, Charlie asked, very confused, 'Sis, what are you
talking about? You don't have any groceries in the trunk.' I just smiled."

"When we got in the car and started driving, I lectured the two boys sternly.
'No shit I don't have any groceries in the trunk. I want to talk to you two
assholes. Now look, when you two go back there, act confident. You are no
longer dweebs. Do you really think those jock types with their steroid shrunken
heads can compete with you? If those girls come on to you, go right for the
goodies, and act like you know what you're doing, because now you do, right?
Now get it up! And here, take these condoms.' I dropped them back off at the
scene of the party."

"The boys didn't return until the wee hours of the morning. My dad had been
asleep for several hours and not much short of an earthquake could wake him. I
could hear Charlie and David tiptoe up the stairs and into my bedroom. They
were standing at the edge of my bed when I sat up and yelled 'Boo!' and they
jumped a couple feet off the ground. 'Get your asses in bed with me and tell me
what happened!' I demanded. They shed their clothes and got in, one on each
side of me."

"Oh my, I was getting so hot listening to them tell about their first
experiences with tight little teenage pussy and they were getting so hot
telling about it. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and I made one fuck me
while the other one talked. This went on until the sun rose."

It was approaching midnight on that Halloween and the stories were really
getting good. All of a sudden Sammy stood up and said she must leave.

"Where are you going?" we asked almost in unison.

"One legend about witches I did not tell you about is that they practiced
penis-thievery. They still do. The victims are usually tattletales. Since none
of you have a penis, I don't believe, I must go hunting." Naturally we thought
she was joking and really had a late date with some stud.

"Well happy hunting!" I joked, "and here, take my bike." I flipped her the key
to my Harley.

"No thanks. I have my own transportation." She flapped her arms and threw the
key back to me and packed her bag with her potions.

"What in the world are you going to do with those toads?" Rhonda asked as Sammy
stuffed them in the bag.

"They submit a thick, white, hallucinogenic substance from skin glands. This
toxin is bufotenin, more commonly called toads' milk, and let me tell you it
really does the job. Remember Granny's trial and the juror who croaked?

We were beginning to take her a lot more seriously. Sammy's eyes appeared
glazed as she spoke venomously, "My prey, men, of course now have much more
subtler methods of humiliating women than when they hunted, tortured and
executed witches or cut off their clit. Now men tattle on women or write
disgusting pseudo-erotic literature portraying them as victims of their own
shit and such."

"Sammy, one last question before you go," I begged. "Did you ever have sex with
your father?"

"My father is Belial; the devil. Who hasn't he fucked? Didn't you ever wake
suddenly from a nightmare only to find semen all over your face and body?" With
that she let out a shrill cackle, turned around and walked out the door.

The next day around noon when we had all dragged ourselves out of bed, we were
sitting around the kitchen table munching on a little bit of breakfast.

Amanda commented, "I was sooo sticky when I woke up this morning." Heads nodded
and we looked at each other knowingly.

Sammy came down the stairs. She had a big glass jar in which contained sausages
or some such pickled meat. She sat down at the table and opened the jar. "Here,
have one girls."

I took one out of the jar and was just about to take a bite when I noticed it
was circumcised.

Suzanne (suzanned@erie.net)

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