One afternoon last year I was fixing Toby's intrusion alarm. Toby, my
fantastic free-lance domina, had been hanging around and kibitzing, and
apparently finally got bored with all the wiring and testing and nonsense. I'm
going out'' she said. Be back around eight.'' What about my reward for fixing
your alarm?'' I teased. Toby grinned evilly. If I come back and find you tied up
in the closet bound hand and foot so you can't wiggle more than the odd
finger--I'll give you a _double_ reward.'' I licked my lips. Something
ultimately involving the expression of semen?'' All over the walls and ceiling,
if you can manage it. Ta ta...'' She left, with an extra wiggle of her bottom. I
bit my soldering iron. Tied up in the closet, eh? I had sure 'nuff copious
experience at tying other people up; I had tied myself up partially more than
once. But I had never tied myself up completely, for several not-very-complex
reasons. If I was by myself I needed one hand free for the actual sex bit (not
able to whack off by rubbing my unit against a chair leg, like some lower
animal; a college graduate, requiring hand-to-penis coordination.) Went to
bathroom, prepared for several hours until next comfort call. Brushed teeth.
Popped decongestant (hey, it's _dusty_ in a closet, even Toby's closet). In said
closet, Toby kept belts, straps, ropes, cuffs, gyres, gimbals, and the elusive
wabe. Not having a plan (let alone a clue) I took off my clothes and started
binding, feet up. A belt around the ankles. A belt around the calves. A belt
just below the knees, alive alive-o. A belt between the legs and around the
three aforementioned, taking up any slack. A belt just above the knees. A belt
around the hips, just below the crotch. Began to feel pretty good now. A belt
around the lower pelvis, just above the genitals. A nice wide belt around the
waist. How does the average householder get along without 4 or 5 dozen belts? A
small strap around the hip and pelvis belts, on each side, drawing the two
horizontal belts together and framing the apparatus. Would have liked to tie the
fun bits up too, but not a safe idea for an immobilized person alone in a closet
in an empty house. Looking for fun, not gangrene or ruptured dick veins...
Couple more belts around the abdomen and lower chest. These belts had
handy-dandy D rings. While arms and hands still free, grabbed blindfold and
slipped it on. Not requested, but enjoyable. Loosely slipped belts around upper
arms and above elbows. Pulled half-tight. Hoped it all worked. Slipped belts
over forearms and wrists. Pulled another belt through D rings of abdomen belt,
and then around wrists. Alternatively pulled this last belt and arm and wrist
belts tighter. Last bit of slack taken in by extreme contortion of right hand. I
was now truly bound. Legs squeezed together, arms and wrists pulled together,
wrists and hands immobilized at D rings near waist. Could I get free? I _could_,
if I really applied myself. But I felt pretty righteously restrained. I lay in
the nice dark closet and meditated. Thought about how simultaneously powerless
and powerful I felt. Dreamed about Toby, her curvy smile, her long, strong arms
and legs, her flashing eyes, her shiny red fingernails drawing racing stripes on
my skin...after a while, I got into honest trance state; my erection went away,
my respiration dropped down to next to nothing, I could see through my eyelids
and up into the cloudless sky... Fell asleep, is what I did. How romantic. Toby
came in along about the time she promised, called out to me. I didn't answer.
Heard some whispering and giggling (six foot tall women who giggle are CUTE!).
The closet door opened. I could see the light through the blindfold. More than
one woman laughing. Well, well'' Toby said. Look what crawled in the closet to
hibernate for the winter.'' Hands reached in and gently pulled me out into the
room. Lifted me upright, easily. Damn, she's strong! Propped me along the couch.
You're a good boy'' Toby continued. Somebody--somebody _else_--licked my nipple.
Wow! Who's here?'' I said in what I intended to be a calm voice. A big, smooth
hand trailed down the side of my face and across my chest. Toby. Hands like a
pro basketball player. A small, hot hand traced up my thigh and wriggled past my
scrotum and kind of rooted around between my legs. Eloise? Is that you?'' I
asked. To Eloise, the anus is the seat of the human personality (minor pun
intended); that was a fairly safe guess. I didn't know that I wanted Eloise
playing around with me while I was helpless; might find myself sleeping on my
stomach for two weeks while my bottom recuperated from whatever insane tortures
the little Anal Angel could think up. But I wasn't ready to force the issue yet.
And then yet another hand, skinny, bony, hot and dry, traced down over the
blindfold, down my face, put a finger in my mouth, slid the finger out, worked
on down my front until the hand reached the head of my once-again ready for
prime time penis. The hand tickled around the top of my cock. I twitched. I
didn't know that hand! Who the hell is that?'' I demanded. Toby whipped off the
blindfold. The light overloaded my eyes. At first all I could see was Toby's
earsplitting grin and Eloise's long straight hair and huge nerd glasses. Then I
looked down. Some sort of vampire or ghoul had a hold of my cock and was about
to put it into its mouth! Yaaaa!'' I screamed. The thing looked up. My blood ran
cold (and out of my cock, in record time). The thing had chalk-white skin, a
long, narrow face, _red_ eyes, and pure white, spun-glass hair. It was dressed
in some kind of shroud like costume made of velvet and lace, and when it smiled
at me, it disclosed red gums and shiny, white, slightly pointed teeth. Teeth
that I had no trouble envisioning tapping into my unit and draining me like a
savings and loan. Toby slapped me lightly upside the head. ``Be polite! This is
Cesura. She's a guest. You know what that means.'' I strained against the belts.
``Yeah. She must be tired...it's a long flight from Transylvania.'' Toby glared
at me. Eloise again tried to get at my asshole. It was like a sexual version of
the Addams family. Cesura said, in a deep, fluty voice,`` That's all right. I'm
used to it. I'm an albino, my man. That's all. The skin, the eyes, the hair, the
nocturnal lifestyle...just part and parcel of albinism.'' In spite of my alarm,
I laughed inwardly. The vampire had a pronounced Texas accent! I felt bad. ``I'm
sorry. I'm not usually this rude. Of course, I'm usually not naked and tied up
in a closet when I meet somebody new.'' Eloise snickered. ``That's how Toby got
her to come over here. Bet her that she had a naked man tied up in the closet.
Improbable bet unless you know Toby.'' I looked at Cesura. Actually, once I got
over my fright, she was looking more and more interesting. There was something
unearthly and superhuman about that white skin and and those red eyes. I looked
at the pink linings of her eyes and the pointed pink tongue that she ran across
her lips and wondered what other artistic combinations of pink and white one
might find beneath that fancy dress... *** Time passed. Toby placed me flat on
the floor, along the length of the couch like a big bear rug, and the three
women snacked on cheese and fruit and wine while digging their bare toes into my
hide and belts. I got lots of little treats, fed to me from hands or from lips.
I was having about as fine a time as I had ever had in a fully bound condition.
Eloise tried to give me a foot job (my cock was by now pretty much six degrees
past ready) but she wasn't very good at it. With Toby's permission Eloise rolled
me over and went to work on the part that she was really a specialist in. Had a
peeled, buttered carrot slid up into your ass lately? At least she warmed it
first. At the end of the simple meal, Toby proposed a toast to me, Starr the
Belt-man. The three women raised their glasses and saluted me in a mocking,
good-natured sort of way. Shortly thereafter I was sprung from my bonds. Of
course, I could hardly move. The women ran a hot bath and pampered me lavishly,
massaging my muscles and soothing my belt burns. All three women disrobed to
help bathe me. The newcomer Cesura was obviously used to the effect that her
naked body had on new acquaintances. She was tall, almost as tall as Toby, with
long, slender arms and legs that probably looked more fragile that they were due
to her white, translucent skin. Her breasts were small and high, widely
separated on her chest, with large oval nipples of the palest pinkish hue. I
could see a delicate tracery of bluish veins under the skin of her breasts and
in other places where the skin was soft or thin. This was not off-putting; in
fact, it made Cesura resemble some fantasy demonness from a Russian fairy tale.
Her body was nearly hairless except for a silky patch of pure white down above
her sex. As with white-skinned blondes I have known, her pussy, at rest, was
``reticent'' like that of a child; no labia visibly protruding, just a smooth
seam in the flesh, surrounded by two guardian strips of flesh and muscle. ***
After my bath, rubbed down with fluffy towels until my skin gleamed, I was led
back into the living room by my three erotic captors. They told me to sit once
again on the floor in front of the futon, and I complied. I asked Cesura, ``Now
that you know better than to bet with Toby, what's your forfeit for this
evening's bet?'' Cesura smiled slyly. Damn, what a unique-looking human being!
``Oh, I have to jill off in front of everybody. I gather that's standard around
here...'' which came out as ``aroun' hyar...''. The mismatch between her
appearance and her voice was making me crazy! Cesura was obviously a little
uncomfortable with the notion. Toby tends to attract people who are highly
passionate but also highly secretive (like, for example, myself). It's often
extremely hard for such people to do things such as have sex or even get naked
in front of others, let alone masturbate. Self-love has passed from the status
of a sin and/or a perversion to quasi-respectability, but still remains
intensely private for most people, even confirmed exhibitionists. In our
male-dominated Western society, the majority of the people (when they consider
it at all) consider self-sex as being immature, sordid, and something that no
fully-adult person would ever resort to if there were an opportunity for hot
genital sex. Toby smiled. ``And so you will jill off in front of `everybody,'
Cesura, and everybody will jill off with you. All except the closet king
here''--pointing at me--``who is going to be retied so we can watch him go crazy
watching us.'' I faked a groan. ``Okay, but bind me in different places. I'm
little more than a mass of belt bruises as it is.'' And so Toby and Eloise tied
me up again, in a fairly comfortable position, sneaking the occasional pinch or
stroke of my cock as they did so. I was hoping I would actually have an orgasm
_sometime_ before dawn. But I was emotionally getting off profoundly at being
bound up and dominated by two of my closest femfriends while being watched by
the extremely strange new friend. Cesura's body, white on white with accents of
pink, now reminded me of paintings by Klimt and Schiele of turn-of-the-century
expressionistic sex vampires in opulent settings...Cesura lounged on one end of
the futon, spreading her long legs and running her hands up and down her smooth
white body. ``I imagine ya'll can guess that I spent a lot of time fretting
about how ugly I was, as a kid'' she said. She looked down at her body, trapped
a pale pink nipple in her fingers, and gently tugged and twisted it. ``My
brother and me were the only albinos anywhere around, and the other kids were
pretty rough on us. Plus, my health wasn't all that robust--it tends not to be.
I didn't start menstruating til I was 16.'' ``You look plenty healthy now'' Toby
said. ``Unique, but healthy.'' ``Oh, I am. There's all sorts of maintenance
drugs now that didn't use to be. Albinism is a condition, not a disease. It's
just that albinos are more susceptible to certain problems. For instance, we
live a lot of our lives at night partly because what would be an annoying
sunburn to you might be fatal to me.'' ``Oh, _that's_ why no bikini lines'' I
joked. ``You shut up'' said Eloise. ``Shut up and watch.'' She sat down next to
Cesura and spread her slim little legs wide in the air. She cupped her buttocks
in her hands and spread her behind so that her round pink anus came into full
view. ``See this?'' she asked mockingly. ``Yes, Eloise, I see.'' ``Like what you
see?'' ``Every time...'' ``Well, you can't have any, smart guy'' Eloise said,
with fake toughness. ``This asshole is mine and mine alone, to play with. So
watch, and eat your heart out...'' Charming. Well, Eloise feels about her
asshole like Timmy must have felt about Lassie; indispensable constant companion
and faithful comrade. She tickled circles around it with her fingers; she rubbed
it, softly, then briskly; she stretched the flesh on either side, giving herself
a long, oval asshole. Toby looked on with amusement; she had seen it all before.
Cesura sat there with her mouth open, one pale hand still absently twiddling her
nipple. After a few minutes of all this rubbing and massaging, Eloise, her legs
still stuck up in the air in a V-shape, dragged a finger through her snatch and
held it out to Cesura. ``How about _that_?'' Eloise gloated. ``Wet enough to do
almost anything.'' Cesura looked at the pussy-juiced finger and grinned. ``Ah'm
gonna have to re-think this whole asshole business'' she said. Eloise nodded.
``Sometimes I can come just by playing with it, without even having to touch my
clit.'' Toby nodded. ``It's true. She's in all the record books.'' Eloise leered
at Cesura. ``Now you get to show us what you're good at.'' *** End part 1 of 2
***
How I Bound Me in the Closet and Slurped a Vampire -- part 2 of 2
Eloise leered at Cesura. ``Now you get to show us what you're good at.'' Cesura
smiled. She further spread her lean thighs and began to caress her vulva with
both hands. She rolled her pink-rimmed eyes upward and bit her slim lower lip as
her fingers found a good place. ``Take a look at this,'' she said, catching each
labium majora between thumb and forefinger and making a butterfly. ``Ever run
across see-through pussy before?'' It was true. I leaned forward, as best I
could, and took a close look between Cesura's thighs. Each flap of skin, pulled
and stretched to maximum thinness, showed a delicate tracery of veins, and, at
the right angle, a translucency that allowed backlight vaguely to show through.
``Amazing'' breathed Toby. She looked down at her own meaty, dark red labia and
grinned at the contrast. ``What other albino special stuff have you got?''
Cesura let go of her pussy flaps and began rubbing at the top of her vulva with
a fair amount of vigor. Eloise had two fingers in the portal of her asshole by
now and was frigging her little clit with the other hand as she stared at Cesura.
Cesura let out a little groan and said ``Just about ready now...Ah know lots of
people talk about the `pearl,' but ah'm one of the few that really have one.''
She spread the top of her vulva with the fingers of one hand, and, with the
other hand, worked her labia minora/clithood until her clitoris first peeked
out, and then slid down to a fully exposed position. ``Oh my GHOD!'' said
Eloise, with a trace of jealousy. ``Don't let Starr too close to that clit,
you'll have to take him back home with you.'' It truly was a remarkable and
remarkably beautiful organ, a pure Pearle scent white without the slightest hint
of a pinkish or conventional flesh-tone shade. It seemed to be not only erect
and hard, but polished, floating in the top of Cesura's vulva like buried
treasure. ``We've gotta see you masturbate that beautiful pearl, and right
now!'' Toby said, stroking shamelessly in and around her own center. ``Ya'll
sure are _wierd_'' Cesura drawled. ``But a lotta fun...'' Cesura slumped back
onto the futon and temporarily relaxed the hand that was holding her clithood
back. The pearl receded from view, but we all knew that it would not have been
possible or comfortable for Cesura to leave it exposed. We wanted the pale
visitor to make love to herself in her own best way (although all three of us
swore separate inner vows to get up-close-and-personal with that clitty before
the night was through!). *** Cesura played with herself for several minutes,
rubbing, stroking, pressing, pulling. She stuck her slim ankles behind her head
at one point, displaying a pink anus that was of equal beauty to her other
secrets. Eloise practically lost all control at that point. I think she scared
Cesura a little; Eloise asked the pale visitor if she could rim her, and Cesura
gently declined, saying that Eloise's tongue on her ass would likely distract
her rather than enhance her masturbation. Eloise took this refusal in good
grace, but continued to gaze fixedly at Cesura's asshole as long as it was
visible. Parts of this were funny, and the rest was hot! I remained on the
floor, looking from one woman to the next, happy as could be. By and by Cesura
approached her climax. She was making lots of thin, slippery pussy lube, and her
routine was to dip her fingers down to her vagina and transfer some of this wet
to her partially exposed clitoris, then rub the love nub with a familiar
circular stroke. She was a silent wanker; no groaning or moaning, just heavy
fast breathing. Just before Cesura went over the top, she opened her eyes very
wide. Peering into those unearthly red eyes made me even hornier than before.
Cesura's climax seemed to travel in waves up and down the center of her body,
tightening and relaxing her thighs, buttocks, and pelvic muscles. She sighed
through clenched teeth as she came, and didn't stop fingering her beautiful
pearl the whole time. Eloise, following closely along, gazed near-sightedly at
Cesura and managed her own, ass-probing come. Toby I could see was lightly
caressing herself but appeared to want to save the heavy business for later. She
wasn't trying to come, just keeping the pot at a simmer. *** The three women sat
on the futon across from me, naked, legs spread, and continued touching each
other and themselves. Eloise curled around the longer, slimmer Cesura and they
joined their mouths in an extended deep kiss. Toby, who doesn't usually kiss or
stroke anybody else, beamed at the other two and lazily fingered her smooth
skin. I slumped in my tied position and feasted my eyes on my bisexual cronies.
My cock had been so hard for so long that copious streams of pre-cum were
leaking out and dripping down to stain the binding leather. I could feel my
pulse beating somewhere in my groin. It seemed like only a few minutes before
Eloise slid off the couch, knelt, and went down on Cesura. I caught the dull
gleam of safe-sex equipment before Eloise's tiny mouth burrowed between Cesura's
long, pale thighs. Good for you, Eloise, I thought. The albino goddess mewed and
sighed and tugged at her own nipples with her long, white, red-nailed fingers.
Eloise easily licked Cesura to another climax; it seemed to take next to no
time. Eloise attacked Cesura's entire vulva through the thin barrier of the safe
sex dam, while holding two handfuls of the pale woman's outer lips and pubic
mound in a tight grip. Cesura's red eyes rolled up in her head and her long,
pale pink, pointed tongue came out to lasciviously lick her thin lips. *** After
what seemed like a very short rest, the three women whispered together, sneaking
glances at my miserable belted-up prone form as they conferred. Cesura sidled
over to me and licked my face with her long, pointed, pale pink tongue. ``Tell
me, Belt-man, do you lick pussy on the first date?'' I gulped. ``Yes ma'am.
Every opportunity I get.'' Cesura slithered back on her knees, spread her
thighs, opened her labia majora with one hand, and teased around the opening of
her vagina with the other. ``Would you like to lick this one?'' she breathed.
``It's all sloshy from my last orgasm but there's plenty more where that came
from.'' Sloshy! I loved that! ``Er, please may I? And please may I be at least
partially untied?'' ``Ya'll have to ask Toby about that--she's the boss.'' Don't
I know it! ``Please, Toby, may I be untied so I can please our guest?'' Toby
looked up from the contemplation of her own nipples, which she was tickling with
a large feather. ``Be untied so you can get your nasty old rocks off, don't you
mean?'' She glared at me with mock severity. ``Well, yeah, that too...'' Toby
instructed Eloise to set me free. I sat on the floor, naked, rubbing dozens of
belt-welts, my dripping penis hanging out in front of me in a manner that must
have been more amusing than arousing. Cesura arranged her long self on the side
of the futon, legs apart and dangling over the edge. I crawled over and
reverently parted her damp pussy lips. Eloise sidled up with the micron-thin
safe sex barrier. ``I'm going to hold this in place so you don't have to worry
about it'' Eloise explained, with a grin. ``And also play with the parts you
aren't attacking.'' She reached over with her other hand and pressed down on
Cesura's clithood, not hard but steadily, until the pale woman's love bud first
peeked out, then slid free. It was again achingly beautiful. Is there a color
whiter than white? Cesura groaned like a pinned wrestler. ``Aw'' cooed Eloise.
``Does that tickle?'' She took her tiny thumb and forefinger and -pinched-
Cesura's naked clit, rather hard, I thought. Cesura groaned a LOT louder at
that, and her entire pelvic area seemed to snap-contract. Eloise looked over at
me, baby face a perfect picture of glee and lust. ``You better start eating,
Belt-man, before I wear this spook out with a couple more of _these_'', and she
pinched again. Cesura's red-rimmed eyes were squeezed shut and her pearly teeth
gleamed in a snarl as she appeared to hang suspended by her clitoris from
Eloise's fell grasp. ``Eloise, you are stone GREEDY'' I muttered, bending to
graze between Cesura's legs. I felt reasonably safe in licking Cesura's pubic
patch above the transparent dam, so I did, long, slurpy, doggy licks that
plastered down fine angel hair down onto her mons and made her hum like a
prairie power line. I did this for a while during which Eloise played with
Cesura's clit outrageously, practically doing everything but unscrewing it with
her small, pointed fingers. The intensity of this play almost made me nervous
except that it also made me _very_ horny. I wouldn't treat a clitoris that way,
but then I'm not a woman, so all my clit data is second-hand. Besides, everybody
says I'm sappy over clitori anyway. Well, everybody has a favorite thing of some
kind; mine just happens to be the only body organ that exists for the purpose of
pleasure alone. So sue me. I licked the visitor's pussy as best I could given
the safe sex barrier. I enjoyed the sensation of my tongue sliding up and down
Cesura's pale pink inner surfaces, and really enjoyed looking at her exotic
privates as I came up for air. However I really think that it was Eloise's
relentless clitplay that brought Cesura to her third orgasm. Eloise kept the
clit unhooded with one hand while stroking, rubbing, poking, and (it seemed
like) scratching at the magical little organ with the fingers of the other hand.
(I made a mental note that, the next time I topped Eloise, I would try out some
of this aggressive clitplay on HER; since it's often the case that people do
sexually unto others as they themselves would like to be done.) *** Finally
Cesura stretched like a summer sable and made a satisfied Texan kind of noise.
``Lord, ah'm all sexed out!'' she drawled lazily. She looked down at me. ``This
poor gentlemen hasn't come yet'' she said, reaching down and running her long
fingernails up and down my reddened shaft. Eloise looked up. ``Oh, he doesn't
need any special treatment. Starr, jerk off for the lady, and then you can go
out and clean up the kitchen.'' Very droll, Eloise. Your time is coming. Cesura
flung up her hands in mock distaste. ``Oh, no, I don't want him to masturbate!
He's worked hard all evening, he deserves a treat.'' ``But, he likes to
masturbate.'' ``Yeah, I _like_ to masturbate'' I muttered. ``But wouldn't you
like to take advantage of the situation and have a nice Texas albino blowjob?''
Cesura asked, swiping her long pink tongue all around her thin, erotic lips.
``Yes, but...'' Toby interjected ``Starr doesn't usually come from a BJ when
he's got a condom on--even the condoms _we_ buy, the lightest, strongest made--
and if he's getting a BJ, he's doing it safe.'' ``No reflection on you, lovely
Cesura'' I said. ``But the Tobe is right.'' ``Well, shoot! Ah'm an old fashioned
gal, and I like to cause a penis salvo SOMEWHERE during the evening.'' Cesura
looked around the litter of sexual accessories and equipment and came up with
fresh plastic gloves and a tube of Astroglide. She pulled the gloves on over her
bony fingers and gave me a sly, red-eyed smile. ``It's a first-class hand job
for you, Belt-man, whether you like it or not!'' Of course, I hated the idea.
Cesura squirted a goodly dollop of goo into her gloved hands and began lightly
caressing my rigid cock. This was the point at which all the earlier being tied
up came together, for me; I was just a mass of belt-welts with an aching penis
protruding from it. Cesura's touch was subtle but firm. She stroked and slid and
swirled with one or both hands, looking at her work every now and then, but
mostly looking into my eyes, which I found to be additionally exciting. Eloise
scooted over and leaned up alongside me, sticking her tongue in my ear, playing
with my nipples, and whispering remarkably (for Eloise) soft and romantic
nothings into my ear. My eyes searched for my Toby. She was draped over the
futon, her breasts shelved on the cushions, her behind toward us. She was
looking over her shoulder at us, one large hand dabbling between her spread
legs. The view of the beauty that flourished between my lovely domina's legs
almost made me come right then and there. ``Do it with us, Toby'' I said. ``Come
when I come, my love.'' Toby made a hot smile that turned into a brow-wrinkling
sexual grimace. I knew she was right in tune with me. Cesura had definitely
masturbated a man before. She precisely gauged by my breathing and body tension
where I was at on my journey, started speeding up at just the right point, and
finished me off with a blurring jacking of my cockhead that sent gusts of thick
white high into the air. The feeling of every muscle in my body straining forced
all my energy into my central chakra, and I came in hard, deep bursts until I
could come no more. I looked across at Toby with glazed eyes and saw her
positively bouncing on the futon as she jammed fingers in and out of her pussy
with erotic brutality. Toby moaned a long, drawn out, almost lonesome sound as
she came, and then collapsed in a heap on the futon. By default, once I have had
my orgasm, I am out of scene, unless we have made countervailing arrangements.
Eloise and Toby toweled away the lube, semen, sweat, and anything else we might
have generated. My circulation was still shaky from the bondage, and I was still
spaced from my wonderful climax, so the three women picked me up and arranged me
in state on the futon. ``You are something else, see-through'' I said, caressing
Cesura's cheek. She turned her head and first bit, then kissed my hand.
``You--you _people_ are something else'' Cesura returned. ``You're the only
folks I've ever met who wanted to share sex with me, rather than either exploit
me like some kind of a freak or throw me a bone.'' She laughed, a little
bitterly. ``Would you believe I've never got a compliment, a sexual compliment,
delivered in good faith, in my life?'' A tear gathered at the rim of one pink
eye and started down Cesura's cheek. ``An', an' here you bypass all the obvious
stuff and stroke me and tell me I have a beautiful _clit_'' (she pronounced it
``clee-ut'' which made me have to swallow a grin) ``--I just don't know!''
Cesura hid her face in her hands. ``Scuse me a minute here.'' Toby rubbed the
albino's shoulders. ``That's all right, Cesura. We don't discourage tears here,
as long as they're happy tears.'' ``That's right'' I cracked. ``Sometimes we
beat each other for hours and hours until the happy tears start up.'' Cesura
laughed wetly. *** Things I learned from Cesura in one night: many albino body
parts are partially translucent, including some very intimate parts... if you
ever get the opportunity to stretch an albino vulva labium out and hold it
against the light, you will see a perfect anatomy lesson, down to the capillary
level... white, silky pubic hair feels and tastes amazing... making love to
somebody whose natural body temperature is a few degrees higher than normal puts
you into a kind of cooperative shared fever after a while... what happens to red
eyes during an orgasm defies verbal description; somebody oughtta film it
(Eloise probably will)... *** end part 2 of 2 ***
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