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Subject: Re: ARCHIVE: finders-keeper-1.Z
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In article <CJB0F3.EEC@cs.uiuc.edu>, laff@jupiter.cs.uiuc.edu (Joshua A Laff) writes...
>This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
>Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored.
>See the FAQ in a.s.s.d for more information.
> 
>Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
>From: wi.5403@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
>Subject:  2nd posting:   STORY:  Finder's Keeper (part 1)
> 
>Arrrrrrrgh!  I should have figured that the Wizvax software would hack off
>everything after a line of dashes...Now I feel like a complete bozo.
>Anyone care to punish me?
> 
>Anyway, here's the story that I *tried* to post!  I'll finish part 2
>tonight, and hopefully send it out in the morning.  Part 3 will follow
>in a few days.  Does in normally take almost 2 days for anonymous
>posts to appear?
> 
>As I mentioned in the first attempt at posting this story, it's kind
>of rough still...Any suggestions or comments will be gratefully
>accepted!
> 
>-Kneeling Icon of Spiritual Sexuality
> 
>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
> 
>                       Finder's Keeper (part 1)
>                           by Kneeling Icon
> 
> 
>Ted walked up to the door of the apartment building, and got out the 
>keys given to him by Jennifer to open the door.  She wasn't supposed to
>be home for another two or three hours at least, which he decided
>would be enough time to prepare everything for her return.  He had
>planned the whole evening already, down to the dinner he was ready to
>cook, the bubble bath, the rubbing oils...Ted chuckled to himself as 
>he inserted the key into the building's door.  He'd be feeling some 
>sympathy with that key later in the night, he thought.
> 
>Propping open the door with his foot, Ted picked up the sacks of 
>groceries he'd put down while unlocking the door, and headed down the 
>hall to the elevator.   He pressed the "up" call button and set down 
>the bags again, preparing himself for the wait.  He looked up to the 
>floor indicator to see that the light had just winked out from the 
>14th floor, and moments later saw it reappear on 15, Jennifer's floor.
>A long wait, he decided.  His eyes started scanning the area for
>anything to entertain him, but they finally rested on his own
>reflection in the brass plate surrounding the call buttons. 
> 
>Brass has the strangest ways of making even the simplest person look 
>good, he thought.  Its gentle distortions were vaguely reminiscent of 
>a fun-house mirror's, but they were not nearly as grotesque.  They had 
>the power to hide minor flaws in their wavy magnifications and 
>dimunitions.  He could make out his close-cut black hair, but the 
>yellowish-orange metal hid the blue of his eyes, converting it to a 
>pale black that belied the depth of the original color.  Despite the 
>tendency to make everyon look fat, Ted's face still retained its rough 
>angularity and well-defined features.  He smiled broadly just to see 
>what the brass would do to his teeth.  The normally even rows of 
>paper-white teeth were returned to him as a garish parody of the 
>warning pamphlets his dentist had given him at age 10.
> 
>Overlooked in the midst of Ted's minor self-examination, the elevator's
>signal light flashed on, and the warning bell rang.  Startling Ted 
>somewhat, the elevator door opened and a man walked out of the cabin.  
>To ted he seemed rather ill at ease; his face looked worried, and the 
>man wasted no time in his hurry to leave the building.
> 
>Ted shrugged his shoulders and picked up his bags.  He pressed 15 
>once inside, and the doors slid silently shut.  Ted felt the gentle 
>increase in his weight as the elevator surged upwards.   He counted 
>off the increasing numbers until he heard the soft ring of the bell 
>from the other side of the doors as the elevator approached 15, 
>slowing gradually.  A slight jar was followed immedieately by the 
>opening of the doors, admitting Ted to the hallway.  He collected his 
>things once more and ambled down the hall towards Jennifer's 
>apartment.  Once more he readied the keys.
> 
>When Ted leaned against the door to select the proper key, the door 
>swung open, almost dumping Ted onto the floor inside.  Ted concluded 
>that Jennifer's roommate must have left the door unlocked and 
>partially unlatched.  Theresa didn't believe ithat any sort of crime 
>existed in her neighborhood.  Terry was a decent girl, Ted thought, 
>but a little dingy, and a little wierd.   Shrugging off worrying about
>it, Ted proceeded into the apartment, turning right at the end of the
>foyer.  Walking into the kitchen, Ted sat the groceries down on the
>counter, and reached over the counter to turn on the lights. 
>Unexpectedly, he kncoked over the small jar of spare change that Jenn
>always kept there.  Nickels and quarters spilled everywhere, making
>their unmistakeable jingling sound. 
> 
>A few seconds later, he heard a woman's voice coming from the hallway 
>that led to the bedrooms.  He decided to ignore it, but the voice came 
>again, muffled but sounding inquisitive and perhaps just a touch 
>annoyed.  Ted headed down the hallway to find out who it was.  About 
>halfway down the hall, he heard the voice again, sounding definitely 
>irritated.  The voice definitely belonged to Terry, he decided.  He 
>almost answered, but on an impulse did not.  It might be fun to scare 
>the hell out of her, he thought...she needed to learn to lock the door 
>if she was home alone, or at least to latch it thoroughly.
> 
>Sneaking up to Terry's door quietly, Ted gripped the handle, steadied 
>his breath, and flung the door open, jumping into the room and 
>shouting "Boo!"   He was rewarded by a startled scream from Terry, but 
>he immediately noticed that the ceiling lights were off, and the room 
>was lit by candles.  "Harv, is that you?" Terry said from her bed.  
>"Harv, I wish you'd come play with me, or at least let me up if you're 
>not interested."
> 
>Ted's eyes slowly focused on Terry.  She was tied to her bed, 
>spread-eagled on her back, each limb stretched toward a different bed
>post.  A blindfold was tied around her eyes, but that was the only
>thing which covered her body.   So this is what she looks like with 
>her clothes off, Ted thought.  He'd always been curious, but Terry had 
>never given him the chance to find out.  She hadn't even gone to the 
>beach with him and Jenn the previous month.  Ted took the opprtunity 
>to size up what he saw.
> 
>Terry was, in a word, gorgeous.  He'd always suspected that she'd look 
>better without her clothes than with them, but now he knew for sure.  
>She had reddish-blond hair past her shoulders, thick and curly.  Her 
>green eyes had always held some minor fascination for him, as had her 
>full pouting lips.  She had delicate feminine facial features that 
>were strangely shadowed in the candle light, which also left enticing 
>lapses over other portions of her body.  Without noticing that he had
>moved, Ted found himself standing only a foot or two from Terry.  Her 
>breasts, small but firm and taut, were stretched into ellipses by her 
>posture, glistening with small beads of sweat.  Her stomach, always 
>imagined by Ted to be flat and athletic, was also stretched tight.  
>Ted's eye wandered farther down her body, finding her full hips, 
>continuing to scan over her thighs and legs...firm and lithe.  Ted 
>wondered if the skin was as soft and smooth as it looked.  Distantly 
>he heard Terry complain again.  "Harvey?  Look, I know this was my 
>idea, and that you weren't too thrilled about it...why don't we just 
>call it off?  Untie me and we can relax together."
> 
>The words didn't register on Ted.  He heard the sounds but he was too 
>busy looking at the mound of pubic hair.  Unconsciously, Ted's hand 
>wandered away from his side, coming to rest on Terry's thigh.  With a 
>light touch, he stroked his palm along her leg, upward towards her 
>hips.  Again he barely heard Terry's voice.  "Harv??  Are you going to 
>let me up?  Or are you ready to play?"  Terry's voice turned huskily 
>seductive during the final last sentence, but the timbre was lost on 
>Ted.
> 
>Ted felt almost dizzy, and his vision seemed to contract a bit, as if 
>he were having some Shirley MacLaine out-of-body experience.  He 
>looked down at Terry's reclined form as if from an incredible height.  
>His arm seemed to be yards in length he watched it caress Terry's leg. 
>A dull but almost palpable roar seemed to fill his ears.  With a 
>start, Ted realized what he was doing; his eyes refocused and he 
>seemed to gain a bit of balance.  He stared again at Terry's 
>blindfolded form, and, deliberately this time, he moved his hand 
>upward along the inside of her thigh.  He could feel her muscles tense 
>under his palm as he neared her crotch.
> 
>With a light pressure that elicited a satisfied sigh from Terry, Ted 
>pressed his fingers against her pubic bone, massaging slowly, feeling 
>the rough-soft pubic hair slip between his fingers.  Farther along her 
>body, he felt the moisture begin to start.  He pushed his hand along, 
>finally slipping a finger between her labia, and ran his ring finger 
>lengthwise between them.  He felt her wetness coat his finger 
>slightly, and he heard her sigh.  "Oh, Haaaaarv.  I was wondering if 
>you were going to come back."  She virtually purred.
> 
>Sliding his hand back and forth, Ted began to think over what Terry 
>had just said.  Had this "Harv" freaked out and scampered off, Ted 
>wondered.  If so...yes.   The guy who passed me gettting out of the 
>elevator must have been "Harv."  And nobody knew I was coming over 
>here tonight.  So that means....she really doesn't know who I am!  He 
>began to ponder the possibilities.  If she thinks I'm "Harv," and Jenn 
>isn't due back for another couple of hours...No!  I can't...
> 
>But Ted's hand betrayed him, sinking slowly into Terry's flesh.  His 
>finger had stopped sliding between her labia and had begun to enter 
>her body.  Terry's breath caught sharply as Ted's fingers parted her 
>more thoroughly; the sound caused Ted to refocus his concentration on 
>what he was doing.  I have to, he thought.  I'll never get another 
>chance like this one...and no one will ever know.
> 
>With more surety, Ted probed further, finally pushing far enough that 
>the base of his hand was pressed against Terry's body.  He stroked the 
>front wall of her vagina, and was rewarded with a soft moan.  As Ted 
>ministered to Terry, he looked around again, noting things he missed 
>when he entered the room.
> 
>Terry is obviously into some wierd shit, he thought.  Her arms and 
>legs were secured with some kind of leather strap about two inches 
>wide, obviously designed for the puropse.  The straps had small 
>buckles for tightening them, and had a few links of a light chain 
>attached to the middle.  The chain ended after about eight or ten 
>links, but  another chain was fastened to the end, with a padlock 
>running through both chains, as well as the other end of the second 
>chain, which was passed around the bed post.
> 
>Her blindfold was some sort of dark silk.  In the candle light Ted 
>couldn't see whether it was black or just a dark blue.  Scanning 
>around, Ted saw a small collection of items sitting on Terry's bedside 
>table.  He saw a small pocket knife, a large vibrator (which made him
>blush a little; he had never actually seen one, but had heard about
>them), and what looked like a riding crop. 
> 
>Ted was distracted from his investigations by the motions of Terry's 
>hips, which were beginning to thrust up and down.  He decided to spend 
>a little more effort on making her come.  It didn't take much.  He 
>pushed a little harder, and changed the motion of his hand so that he 
>entered and exited her body almost completely, but still stroked 
>against the front wall of her vagina when he was into her almost all 
>the way.  A few seconds later Terry's fists clenched tight and her 
>hips heaved upwards, staying aloft but still thrusting up and down an 
>inch or so at a time, slowly.  Terry's face showed signs of her eyes 
>being clinched shut, but she emitted no sound other than a kind of 
>continuing grunt.  So she's not a screamer *or* a moaner, Ted 
>observed.  I always thought she'd be a screamer!
> 
>Slowly Ted withdrew his fingers Terry's body, sliding them against her 
>flesh as he did so.  He toyed with her, draping his finger against her 
>skin while he moved his hand towards her breasts.  He circled her 
>breast, leaving a trail of moisture behind, and moved upward to her 
>neck.  As his hand passed her lips, Terry tried to lick Ted's fingers, 
>but he moved them away, until he rested them on the tip of her nose.  
>He left o small droplet of her own juices there, and then trailed his 
>fingers along the underside of her nose, to the top of her lips.  Once 
>again Terry tried to lick his fingers, but Ted pulled them away.  
>Slowly he replaced them, until his index finger rested on her upper 
>lip.  This time when Terry's tongue slipped out, Ted let her lick his 
>finger.  Her lips parted farther when he pushed slightly against her 
>lower lip, and Ted slid his finger into her mouth so that her tongue 
>could caress the length of his finger.
> 
>As Terry worked, Ted began to think to himself.  She must give great 
>head...she's doing an incredible number on my finger!  I'd sure like 
>to feel that tongue wrapped around my dick.  The thought and vision
>made him instantly harder.  A related thought took only moments to 
>materialize.  Waitasec...she'd probably like that!
> 
>Ted stood up, slowly pulling his hand away from Terry's lips.  As he 
>began to strip off his pants, Terry pouted a little.  "Haaarv, I 
>wasn't done with that!"  Ted almost laughed aloud.  She *still* thinks 
>I'm "Harv."  Ted almost couldn't undress because he was so stiff.  
>Finally he managed to get naked, and he climbed onto Terry's bed, 
>straddling her chest.  She purred appreciatively.  On a whim, Ted 
>pushed Terry's breasts closer together, and shifted his weight so that 
>his penis slid between them, touching both sides.  Terry shivered.  
>After a few seconds of stroking, Ted couldn't stand the wait any 
>longer.
> 
>He shifted his position so that his penis was directly over Terry's 
>lips, and reached down with his right hand to push his erect penis to 
>an angle such that it could enter Terry's mouth.  With a small sigh of 
>pleasure, Terry accepted the head, and began to work on it in the same 
>fashion as she had done to his finger.  Ted let a small moan escape 
>his lips.  Damn, but she was good at that, he thought.  Terry lifted 
>her head a little to take more of him into her mouth, so Ted dropped 
>his waist an inch or so.  Terry made an "mmmmmmmnn..." sound, like one 
>would do after sampling a bite of a fine meal.  Encouraged by this, 
>Ted sank a little lower.  He was rewarded with a louder "mmmmmmmm....."
>so he gave her more.  After another round of this, Ted felt Terry's 
>lips against his pelvis; she had accepted the whole shaft.
> 
>That was almost too much for Ted to believe; no one had ever done that 
>before.  He decided to take advantage of it.  Slowly, but with 
>increasing fervor, Ted began to move up and down, fucking Terry's 
>mouth.  She responded with more encouraging sounds.  Ted could still 
>feel her tongue running circles around his shaft, and he felt himself 
>starting to work towards a climax.  The stimulation he had received, 
>both mental and physical, was beginning to have an effect.  His 
>stroking increased in speed and force, and he could feel Terry's face 
>slapping against him, perhaps too hard, but she made no complaining 
>sounds.
> 
>Finally Ted came with a wave of energy.  He was startled by the 
>intensity of the orgasm, but he pulled his penis from Terry's mouth, 
>allowing the semen to spurt onto Terry's lips.  As he continued to 
>come, he let his seed spill over other places, onto Terry's breasts, 
>her throat, her stomach.  When the orgasm subsided, Ted let his now- 
>only-half-stiff dick dangle above her lips, lightly touching them.  
>Terry took the cue, and licked and sucked all of the semes from it.  
>Ted had always been extra sensitive after an orgam, so the treatment 
>sent shudders through his body.  When Terry was finished, he went 
>around her body with his penis, collecting the scattered drops of 
>semen so she would have more substance to remove.  Each time sent more 
>shudders through Ted.
> 
>When he could take no more, Ted pulled away from Terry.  He 
>desperately wanted to fuck her, but he knew it would be a while before 
>he could get hard again.  Terry lay quietly on the bed for a few 
>moments before turning he head towards where he stood.  "Harv... that 
>was great....I didn't know you had it in you!"  She fell silent for a 
>moment before continuing on.  When she spoke again, her voice was 
>soft, and very calm.  "Harv...I know it's what made you leave before, 
>but I'd really like it if you tried the crop."
> 
>Ted's gaze quickly shifted to the bedside table, where the odd 
>collection of toys was displayed.  He walked silently over to the 
>table and stood in front of it, examining Terry's "hardware."  It all 
>made sense to him...  Terry's into some B&D thing, Ted realized.  She 
>must have tried to get that "Harv" guy to try it with her, but he got 
>scared when she asked him to use the riding crop on her, and hauled 
>ass...
> 
>Ted picked up the riding crop, rotating it in his hands as he turned 
>back towards Terry.  I don't know if I can do this, he thought.  Terry 
>interrupted his thoughts with a plea.  "Harv?  Are you up to this?  
>I'd really love it if you would at least give it a try..."
> 
>Ted wrestled with himself, switching his gaze back and forth between 
>Terry and the riding crop in his hand.  Part of him was repulsed by 
>the thought of intentionally hurting someone as beautiful as Terry, 
>but at the same time, part of him enjoyed the prospect.  Clearly she 
>wanted him to do it.  As he twirled the riding crop slowly, he clucked 
>to himself softly.
> 
> 
>END OF PART 1
> 
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