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Chapter 4 - "Beach"

from the Archive of Manuscript Records
abstracted from the Diaries of Anelan Sanger(1985-2057AD)

They walked silently on the brushy path to the rocks at the edge of the beach. The
breeze and the sound of the surf filled their conciousness, there was nothing to do except
surrender to having their skin rubbed by gusts of sea air and their eardrums massaged by the
gravelly roll of Pacific surf. They walked for a while at the edge of the surf looking, listening,
feeling. Stroke pointed at a dark spot in the froth and whispered in her ear: "Don't move".
They watched silently as a seal watched them just as silently and intently for a few seconds, then
rolled and twisted as it dove under the froth. They scanned for a long time before they saw the
dark shape again, farther down the beach, swimming up the inside arch of a breaking wave,
soaring like a bird in flight. They meandered for a while until they came to a bend in the beach
where the cliffs came very close to the ocean.
Suddenly, Anelan stopped and waited for Stroke to get closer.
"Listen..." she said
They stood together as the breeze muted the sound and then brought it back again. A
fast, steady tap-tap-tap was coming from the other side of the cliff. They rounded the cliff quietly
to find their path partially blocked by a pile of rocks. It looked like something built by kids at
play, a wall, perhaps part of a fort. It was not recent, high tides had torn down parts of it. Anelan
was ahead and saw past the wall first. She immediately ducked and motioned Stroke to do the
same, putting a finger to her lips.
Through holes in the rock wall they could see clearly now the source of the sound. In the
open area of the kids' fort Cala was being spanked face down on a blanket. A small pile of
clothes and the beach bag were at the edge of the blanket nearest the wall. Stav was kneeling
over Cala straddling her shoulders, paddling her cheeks with the hairbrush they had borrowed as
they left the hall. From their spot behind the wall Anelan and Stroke could see Cala's head
between Stav's calves on their left, her bottom being spanked, and her legs and feet as they
squirmed almost out of control on their right. Stav was facing a little to their right, toward her
feet, his attention completely focused on her bottom. Even if he had looked up he would have
missed seeing them in the jumble of rocks, almost behind the bag. The kids had done a good
job. And the breeze had covered the sound of their approach.
Stav was spanking as fast as he could, and just hard enough. A solid barrage of swats,
sometimes in circular patterns, sometimes randomly hitting spots far apart, continuously
covering as much of her bottom as possible with a stinging rain that made Cala squirm, twist and
moan almost beyond control. Hard enough, just hard enough. It had gone on for a while. Her
cheeks were crimson red in every place on which a brush could land, far up on the sides close to
her waist, far down and including the tops of her thighs. Under Stav's strong arm and hand there
was no let up. Her flesh had hardly bounced back as he lifted the brush when it would again be
flattened by the brush sending the next ripple of sting and redness on its way. Anelan and
Stroke sat absorbed in the spectacle. Stav increased the level of spanking as her reactions
allowed. He spanked harder and faster until he was lifting the brush almost a foot from her
bobbing cheeks, her legs kicking and flailing as she moaned. Then he stopped. She slumped,
panting. He put the brush down while he waited for the sting to be fully enjoyed. His eyes never
left her bottom as her body relaxed and her breathing slowed. Then, slowly, he started to rake
lightly the dry reddened buns with his fingernails, barely scraping the top of the pores, in circles,
in figure eight's, in long straight strokes while her body shook in spasms of pleasure that arched her
back, pulled her head back almost touching his bottom and made her whole body shiver. Waves
of feeling coursed up her spine, to the back of her head, bathing her brain, the pleasure so
intense that with it went a fear of loosing contact, of dissappearing... Stav was becoming very
aroused as his fingernails teased her cheeks mercilessly, his lengthening erection now barely
touching her back. Stroke started to get up whispering in Anelan's ear: "I don't want to intrude on
them" But she held his hand down on the sand and whispered in his ear: "We cannot intrude if
they do not see us, silly, be quiet".
Stav raised up and crawled around her until he was kneeling between her legs, then
grabbed her almost limp body under the top of her thighs pulling her bottom up and toward him.
She followed his lead and leaned back, her arms and head almost flat on the blanket, her rump
now stretched back at him, rocking gently from side to side, waving. He grabbed the bottom of
her cheeks, one in each hand spreading them wide, almost flattening the cleavage between her
buns. He clenched his buttocks hardening his erection and raising it above her ass. Then he let
it fall with a fleshy slap in the middle of the valley. He rubbed several times back and forth
keeping her cheeks tightly stretched and again clenched, lifted his cock and let it swat the middle
of the crack. He repeated the cycle again and again getting stiffer and stiffer until he was hardly
landing on her flesh. Then he leaned forward to stay in contact with her ass and lowered himself
down, rubbing against her until his swollen, bulbous head was at the top of her labia. Wedging it
in slightly he raised up and let go her cheeks. They were tender and drew a little gasp from her
throat as they bounced together with a ripple . He grasped firmly the top of her buns just below
the waist, teased her labia with two little nudges and then drove the entire length of his cock in
one motion into her eager body. She started to come, clenching her buttocks together, trying to
grip his shaft, but almost pulling away, her waist curving up toward his belly, her head and arms
lifting up off the blanket. He grabbed her waist and forced it down firmly, keeping her red buns
sticking up while her stomach jerked with muscular tugs. Her orgasm subsided slightly as she
kept her position and he placed his hands at the top of her cheeks again. He leaned forward
pushing down slightly on his hands and pumping the full length of his cock in and out of her
wetness again and again, while kneading and squeezing her buns. Anelan and Stroke could see
the head come out to nest in her lips, then disappear as his thighs and belly slammed against her
ass. At times he leaned forward supporting himself on her buttocks so that his knees raised up
off the blanket. At times he leaned back and held still, ramrod stiff, his hands guiding her
reddened hips while she slapped again and again against his body. At times they moved equally
while his hands gripped her buns, thumbs almost together, pushing up firmly, stretching her
labia, carrying every tug of each slow stroke down to her clit. Their motion increased, pumping
harder and faster until he felt his lower body start to tighten. His hands held her hips still, while
he began to move in short, sharp thrusts, half in and half out, her opening distended in
anticipation lightly caressing the widest part of his shaft, so lightly that it was the weight of his
fully engorged cock that provided its own resistance to his thrusts driving him closer and closer
to the edge of climax... Then clenching and moaning they came together, his throat tightening
around his breath so that air squeezed out of his lungs in long wheezing pulses just like the
semen that he was spurting into her. She squeezed and arched almost breaking contact at
times, letting his semen drip like pearls down her labia, then pushing back, slapping against his
stomach and thighs, their bodies colliding again and again, thrusting, squeezing, wanting...
Slowly the motion settled into smaller spasms as his shaft remained erect, achingly erect, for a
long time. . As he started to subside he bent down over her, kissing the back of her neck and
shoulders, his hands fondling her swollen breasts...After a while, he moved his left leg to the
outside of hers, grabbed her hips and pulling them tightly to him fell slowly sideways on the
blanket. His right hand moved back to her breasts while his face nuzzled the space between her
shoulder blades. Her crimson hips showed past his right thigh as she rubbed them tightly against
his belly. Their breathing quieted gradually and in a short time they fell asleep, still coupled.
Anelan squeezed Stroke's hand. He got up slowly and helped her up trying not to make
noise. They slowly walked away as the breeze once again concealed their sounds. When they
had rounded the cliff again, Stroke said:
"We must make some noise in a short while so that they wake up, otherwise they are
going to be badly sunburnt, it's easy to do in this breeze."
"I had not thought of that, yes we must, or else his buns may get tanned..." They both
snickered together.
They walked a short distance to a large piece of driftwood and Anelan held onto his hand
as she sat down next to the log. It was hot. The driftwood log shielded them from the breeze.
Stroke sat down and moved his hips around and around on the hot sand with a smile on his face.
"Enjoying your buns, Stroke?"
"It feels like I am more than an inch off the sand and the heat revives the sting. I like
that." and then, "Thank you very much for making me stay, I needed that, I just didn't know how
much."
"I really enjoyed it too. That was a deep sharing even if they did not know they were
sharing it."
"I am glad you said that. I like to watch sex, on disk, on video, it can't be dirty, it is so
much of our humanity."
"I like that also, Stroke, there are some very good moments on disk..." Her voice trailed
off as memories came to her. He was silent for a short while.
"I would like to know a lot more about human sex, not the variations but the history that
was never written. Genetically modern humans have been around for the last two hundred
thousand years. That's at least twelve thousand generations with the first birth before the age of
twenty. The first modern humans had our bodies and our brains, so they had language and the
normally insane level of horniness that we enjoy. Did they wear clothes, in tropical or subtropical
regions in which they were not needed? I know that if it wasn't for the demands of a daily job we
would gladly spend our days in the sack, making love until we fell asleep and sleeping until we
got horny again, with a food break now and then. Their food breaks demanded a lot more work
than ours but no clothes. At what point did we leave the ways of the bonobos to cover up our
bodies? When and why did sex become a private, hidden activity? The progression from
chimpanzee to bonobo is toward more sex and less fighting. So, onward to bodies and brains
that provide more and more intense sexual experiences. It would be fantastic to talk to a bonobo
about sex, what do they feel, how much do they feel? There is obviously no shame or guilt in
their sex. Did we have to restrict it because too many, too young, mothers died giving birth to
oversize brains? Did more enhanced sex bring back more fighting between horny and very
possesive males? Was it sexually transmitted disease? At some point we have language,
clothes, private sex and pornography. Why did sex seen become sex obscene? Then, aren't we
all conceived from a moment of mostly unpublished pornography?"
She was silent. She had thought along similar lines trying to feel out her mind but his
wording seemed too blunt. Yet it wasn't. By the time her mind had explored that thought it was
already busy with a deeper one.

Chapter 5 - "Anelan"

She replied after a few seconds: "Not everyone, Stroke, I..., I..." she had suddenly
become very uneasy. Stroke put his hand on hers and asked: "What do you mean, virgin birth?"
She gave him a odd look and laughed and shook her head. "No... no, Stroke. If I
thought for one second that I had conceived without sperm I would have had an abortion. I know
something about genetics. No one in their right mind would ask me to carry that child, the
likelihood of defects is too high. But you have not asked me the obvious question."
He thought about it for a second and said: "Right on both counts. OK then, where is the
father of your child?"
She took a deep breath and said: "He died from the Plague..." Her eyes were wet
again.
"Please tell me as much as you can, Anelan. Take your time."
She shook her head again.
"Thanks, Stroke, I was hoping you would say that but we have business to attend to first.
Come on, they've slept long enough."
They got up and walked slowly toward the cliff again.
"If they think I saw them, I will be the dirty old man. It is safer for you to be the horny
young woman..." Stroke winked at her. She smiled and walked ahead slowly while he stayed
back. They were still asleep as she peeked through the holes in the rock wall. She walked back
several steps and waved and put her hands to her mouth, signaling. Stroke shouted as loud as
he could:
"Anelan, come look..."
As she heard them stir reaching for their clothes she walked back several steps and
while walking away she shouted half over her shoulder:
"Coming, Stroke..." OK, she thought, so I am a horny, young woman.
She walked slowly until she was next to Stroke again.
"Let's not walk too fast, Stroke, I get tired easily and we have a long way to go. Besides,
I want to help you with the cleanup when we get there."
"Don't worry about that, I am all ears."
Anelan walked a few more steps.
"Early in my high school days I went out with a boy in my math class. Things got pretty
hot between us and after a few dates we made love in the back of his parents car. I lost my
virginity and until my next period was very afraid that I might be pregnant. I wasn't. We were
both glad but those two weeks were hard. I didn't want to get tied down to parenting. I think he
wanted to get much more involved but I wasn't that taken with him. It was good because we
were both virgins. But I wanted more than that."
"I had sex with two other boys in high school, and got the point that my horniness and my
illusions had little to do with the personalities I found after I cooled down. Get infatuated, get
laid, get bored to tears by partners with nice bodies and minds that felt foreign, I could almost
say alien. I stuck to my books and my computer and stayed out of the social scene. I lived in a
world of my own, mostly studying by myself: literature, medieval history, science, computers...
there are so many interesting things to learn. I had sex again in my freshman year in college. A
date at one of the pizza parlors in town. Pleasant, crowded, lots of pizza and beer, a huge
erection pressing against the small of my back as he stumbled against me in the crowded
passageway going out. Sex. He seemed so large. I was not prepared for what it felt like to
have that much flesh inside of me after such a long time of trying not to pay any attention to it.
In a few seconds he had come, pulled out and turned over. In a few more seconds he was
snoring. We went out one more time but the schedule didn't change: pizza, beer, sports, quick
sex, snore.... OK, he had rubbed my skin and not very well at that, but he hadn't even begun to
rub my mind. So I bought a real nice vibrator. I will find somebody, sometime, meanwhile there
are many things I can do when my pussy gets hot and wet."
They walked slowly on the wet sand. From time to time a wave would cover their feet
with foam. Stroke was both pleased and puzzled at the level of self disclosure. She continued:
"My mother and father were Unitarians with a strong commitment to work for a better
world. They helped with food and aid missions to third world countries and they took me on their
trips. It was difficult to reconcile the level at which I saw a lot of kids of my age around the world
and the typical social scene in American high schools. It was continuous culture shock. Staying
out of the scene was not a hardship, I needed time to put all those impressions together
somehow. Moving around a lot made it very difficult to find friends. And they always stressed
the importance of working enough to account in some way for the food and shelter and care that
we got. I wanted work that was satisfying, I expected it of myself even though I did not want to
follow in their steps."
"In my senior year in high school I lost my second boyfriend to a porno shop. It sounds
funny, but he came out of one looking rather furtive several weeks after we started going
together and saw me and one of my girlfriends. We were about a block away and there was no
doubt or place to hide. He blushed, he really blushed and almost run the other way to his car
around the corner. He did not want to talk to me after that. I couldn't figure it out. So I got
myself some fake I.D. and finally got my nerve up to go into that shop. I went to the porno shop
several times, scared that other people from town might see me, but I never saw him there and I
did not meet anyone else I knew. I did see a lot of erotic stuff at that shop, though. You had to
discount the commercialism, of course, but there were people on the screen doing many things I
had not thought of, or thought possible. And most of them seem to be having fun at it. After a
while I stopped demanding that movies have plots. If something moved, it was a movie. It
seemed like a good working definition. Anyway, I saw very few females at those shops, and felt
uneasy being the lone female in that environment. So, I got better and better with the vibrator
and from time to time, I indulged in some good porny video rentals. Otherwise I kept my nose to
my books and my computer."
"When I was going to S.F.State I shared an apartment with two girls, Lottie who was the
daughter of a friend of my father's and one of her girlfriends named Terry. Lottie was very prim
and proper, slightly younger, very much into medicine, she wanted to be a doctor. We got along
well but our schedules were crazy. Sometimes we hardly saw each other for weeks at a stretch.
Terry was mostly living with her boyfriend, she slept at his place more than at ours. She had an
early class and I usually saw her in the morning as she came by on her way to classes. One
Sunday morning when Terry was not at the apartment Lottie took a very long bath and I started
to wonder just what she was doing in there. Then she cracked the door and asked me to get her
robe, because she had forgotten it. But when she closed it, the door it didn't latch well and when
I returned with her robe she was squeezing a pimple at the mirror expecting me to knock. That's
how I was treated to the view of a solid red pair of buns. The redness seemed to extend almost
from waist to upper thighs, well below the creases. Unforgetable, so red, but I did not know what
to do. So I stepped back a little down the hall, made some noise and knocked at the hinge of the
door. When she came to the door it looked like I was far enough back so that I hadn't seen
anything but her face got as red as her ass when she reached for the robe. She tried her best to
sweep the entire thing under the rug. That day she plopped down on chairs instead of sitting.
No, sir, there was nothing unusual about her butt that day indeed... A girl I had not seen before
picked her up later that day and she said she would be back late, so don't wait up."
"I didn't, I went to a porno shop and rented several spanking videos and spent the rest of
the evening exploring. Mostly disappointing, but here and there you could see people having
fun, it had nothing to do with the lectures and the threats that made up the story. They were
having fun turning their butts red in spite of the plot. So I tried spanking myself with a hairbrush
in the bathroom for a while, it was fun but it sounded so loud to me that I was scared the
neighbors would hear. It was quieter after I threw a thick blanket over the shower curtain pole
and propped one of the sofa cushions in the window and I got myself a nice red rump, maybe as
red as hers. The longer I spanked, the harder I could hit and the better it felt, until my right arm
cramped so bad I could not move it anymore. I didn't see Lottie again until the next Sunday.
She was very cool. She obviously wanted no exposure and didn't want to talk about it. I tried to
be as friendly as I could but it just wasn't working. I think her fear was leakage to her family."
"Then, one day, I woke up a little early and remembered that Terry had come in very late
and that she had an early morning class she did not want to miss. I knocked at her door gently
to wake her up. There was no answer and when I went in I found her dead. I looked at her body
everywhere I could without taking her nightie off and could not see anything unusual. No
wounds, no bruises...nothing. She looked asleep but pale... dead." She paused for a while, her
eyes moist and red.
"I called the 911, busy. Hung up, redialed, busy. On and on, busy. While I kept
redialing I turned on the computer. As soon as it connected to the Link the screen filled with text.
"An unknown disease was causing numerous deaths...Very sudden onset...It was not
local...The CDC will have guidelines shortly...Do not panic...Stay where you are and contact your
local Emergency Care Units and report any people affected at your household or near you...and
so on... ". I left it on in case anything changed and tried the TV, every channel had outdoor
landscape shots set to soothing background music with a little text now and then urging people to
stay calm and report any problems to 911. I kept redialing 911. It took me one hour to get
through, and their response was terrifying, "We cannot assure you that we will be able to respond
to your message today, please remain calm and we will answer your call in the order it was
received. Please leave a detailed message, name, address, telephone number, date and time of
day, number of people affected in the household and what floor you are on. Please do not leave
any other information at this time. Someone will be in touch with you as soon as possible." I had
been on the phone for one hour to reach an answering machine so I could tell them the number
of dead in the household..."
Stroke interrupted: "That was because the incubation period was unusually long, it had
the chance to spread very well. And when it became active it felt like everyone was getting it at
once, perhaps it acted cooperatively at that point also. I was living here then and watched the
Link and TV coverage, or lack of it because in the absence of enough information it seemed best
to try to calm people in any way possible. At first it was hushed until more information could be
obtained, when that was not available it started to be reported, and when that led to terror the
media more or less shut down. No one knew what to say and they had the good sense not to say
it. That is how I saw it from here."
Anelan continued: " We lived out in the Avenues, by the Park and the streets were crazy
with the yelling and crying of the living. It was horrible. If I didn't get to some open space and
quiet I felt I would start screaming myself. I had no idea how long I might live. If I was going to
die in a short time I wanted to do it somewhere other than in that apartment. So I put some food
and water in my backpack which already had some of my camping stuff in it, grabbed the little
portable radio from the bathroom and my sleeping bag, left a note for Lottie on the kitchen table,
locked the apartment and started running toward the beach. After a while it seemed like the
screams were fewer and I slowed down, I was getting tired and I wasn't far from the beach. Then
I heard this man crying as I passed by a house with doors and windows fully opened. I don't
know why I felt drawn to that one voice after all the others I had heard and recoiled from already,
but I asked if I could help and found that he had just returned from work to find his wife and two
kids dead and cool to the touch. He was completely overcome with grief, in shock to the point of
hyperventilating and trembling. I told him about the police response and waited until he was able
to place his call. That took an hour also. We grabbed a pair of blankets and some food, we
closed up his place and walked until we reached the beach.
We stayed at the beach in a pocket of a dune that shielded us from the wind the rest of
the day and tried listening to the little radio. We had to turn it off. It sounded like the best thing
to do was to stay there until morning. So we shared trail mix, candy bars, cookies, water, neither
of us was hungry anyway.
As the sun set, the fog rolled in and everything became quiet, damp, cold...We tried to
sleep, one at a time, each watching over the others breathing. Did either of us have the virus?
Would either of us be alive in the morning? If our breathing stopped would either of us be able
to revive the other? Nothing was known about the disease. People were dying of it by the
thousands in their sleep. It was absolute ignorance and absolute terror."
In the morning we went back to my apartment. My note was on the kitchen table,
untouched. The Link had information on contagiousness, necessity of cremating all victims,
advice to minimize human interaction, minimize phone communication, minimize even Link
communication, allow traffic conditions to clear up and so on... It showed a map of the freeway
system, 280 South was open. I knew Lottie's parents lived on the west side of Los Gatos, in a
relatively uncrowded area, and I knew they were out of the country on one of their aid missions,
so I thought we might hole up there for a while. Ron agreed. He helped me load up my Datsun
with some of what I thought important then. He did not mention going to his place. I locked
Terry's door while we were carrying things to the car and unlocked it again as we left. I had
thoughts about opening the door to check, but I didn't.

Chapter 6 - "Stolen"

"What should have taken less than two hours took all day as we avoided all signs of
crowding on the Freeway or on the side streets. At times, one detour led to another until we
thought we were running around in circles. We arrived when it was already dark. The street
lights were on but all the houses in the neighborhood were dark, like it was abandoned, spooky. I
found the house without trouble, I had been there before and even knew where they kept the
spare key. We raided their cupboards to make ourselves a very light meal, spread some
cushions on the living room floor, rolled up in our blankets and went to sleep. I think he was
snoring before he hit the pillow."
"In the morning I made a reasonable breakfast. That cheered Ron quite a bit. The
morning fog lifted after a while, we were refugees, uprooted to an eerily empty neighborhood.
We did not know what was in the other houses, we didn't want to know. This house was safe, for
now. I turned on the computer in Lottie's room to find the same Link message as the day before.
I looked for games and found Laret, played for a short while and got the feeling that it might be
good for Ron. He hadn't played before but it didn't take him long to get into it. You don't exactly
learn to play Laret, you know, sometimes it feels like Laret is learning to play you."
Stroke looked at her as she said this but she didn't notice, her mind busy in the past. "I
have not played Laret, Anelan."
"Oh! you must, it is such an absorbing experience, could I introduce you to it later,
Stroke?"
"In a couple of weeks, perhaps." said Stroke.
"But you won't have any problem sitting down, right?"
"No, of course not. Different reason. It's OK. Please go on."
She obliged, only slightly puzzled. "We found that the self service markets were working
well and no one minded waiting in line at a respectable distance inside their cars. Comfortably
isolated, a weird feeling. We lived for several months at that house. Ron completely absorbed
in Laret which helped him with his depression. Between Laret and his medication he kept
himself going, barely. We had some talks together, it was hard trying to avoid unseen triggers in
the conversation that would send him right back into grieving. Sometimes I would rub his neck
and shoulders while he played Laret, he liked that. Vaguely erotic things would show up often in
his game but his reactions were always sad. We continued sleeping in the living room, no
reminders of formal bedrooms for Ron during the night, sort of camping out on futon mats, apart
but together and always aware of each other's breathing as we woke up long enough to turn over
during the night. The night after one of his worst days, I woke up early to find him breathing and
snoring so laboriously that it scared me, it felt like he was fighting for breath. I moved over to his
pad and cuddled against his back. He pressed lightly against me still asleep, his body relaxed as
I held him, his breathing smoothed out, he just went soft. It really touched me. I did that again
for several nights whether he was fighting for breath or not. It just felt right. After a few days, I
talked to him about it and just asked if it was possible for us to sleep together. And I meant just
sleep together, pajamas or clothes, whatever he liked, only touching, somehow not alone. He
said he would think about it. That night when I drew near him, he reached back and lifted the
blanket to let me get under it. We both slept better together, we woke up more often as we
turned over but we slept deeper. And the second night very early in the morning I felt one of his
night erections. Didn't last long, didn't wake him, that part of his body rythm was still working in
spite of his depression."
"Meanwhile I started looking around the house to see what I could find to understand
Lottie's spanking. It was not a large house and I started searching: first Lottie's room, while Ron
was deep in Laret and quite oblivious to my rumaging, then her parent's bedroom and so on. If
they were still alive, which I doubted, they did not try to leave messages on the phone or the
Link. Neither did Lottie. So I had the house to myself and no interruptions. A very interesting
puzzle. It took a short time to find a very nice dildo in the shelving at the head of the double
bed. It felt like it had not been used in a very long time, the latex surface was almost dry to the
touch. Still... pleasure object number one. Several days later, in a box on a shelf in the garage I
found nine videos in plain jackets. Very well hidden. I could not figure out from the hiding place
who was the spankhead. The videos were old enough to point at her father, but you never know.
Some of the older videos are valuable classics and Lottie was into old stuff. That night as soon
as Ron fell asleep, I got up and started viewing the tapes. Have you seen "Boy Spanks Girl", old
video from sometime in the 90's?"
"Yes, I have" said Stroke "I remember when it came out."
"Good. Have you seen "The L.A. Spanking Club"?"
"Yes, I have" said Stroke."That's vintage 80's."
"Well, it was like that, gems, absolute gems, in a box in the garage. I didn't want to
saturate so I watched those two the first night, and I had a hell of time falling asleep."
"Easy to understand, Anelan, great movies."
"Well, the first seven were old spanking movies, the eight was called "S and M Party" I
think the credit was to Mitchell Brothers or something like that."
"Wow!, no kidding!...that was early... mid 70's, Anelan. I saw it only once when I was
very young, on film, in a theatre. I didn't know a video existed. That is great, I don't mean the
movie, though it was good, it's great that it survived. I remember bits and pieces of it, the part I
really remember was the beginning of the party."
"I would think so, really red wasn't it?"
"Yeeupp!" said Stroke."Go on, what was the ninth video?"
"Would you believe "Fullfillment" with John Holmes?"
"Incredible!"
"But true. I still have them... By the second night my noseing about the house had
produced a fine bottle of wine, from the same region of the garage. Nothing expensive, but not
rotgut either. That night I rationed myself to one video... that was hard to do... and a small glass
of wine... and I had a little easier time going to sleep. The day when I had only two videos left to
see, Ron was in a reasonably good mood. When he started snoring I got up and indulged in two
videos and a glass of wine. The second video was "Fullfillment" and I really enjoyed all of it. I
drained my glass, left it on the floor next to the bed and climbed in to cuddle with Ron. Horny
from the video, warm from the wine and Ron's back, the insomnia was delicious. I kept seeing
images from the videos, red buns, giant erections, it felt so good. I woke up early morning my
back nested against his belly with a stiff penis nudging my buns while he was still snoring. I
knew how long those erections lasted by now, enough to know that penetration was a very faint
hope. But the movies had suggested something that perhaps I could do for Ron... worth trying
anyway. As quickly as I could, I turned around and scooted down under the blankets, my mouth
searching for his erection. His pajamas had no buttons on the fly so it was very easy to reach his
penis and in a very few seconds I had most of it in my mouth. His body stirred and stiffened
while my mouth and tongue did everything I could think of doing in the shortest possible time. It
worked. His legs became rigid as he thrust against my head moaning and filled my mouth with
semen. I had not heard more pleased noises from him in all of our time together. It made me so
glad and warm inside. I am not sure if he woke up or not because he went back to snoring in a
very short time. Perhaps he felt too self conscious to acknowledge it and faked it... Perhaps he
didn't and I gave him a very nice dream... he did seem to be completely asleep again right after
his climax."
"Anyway, here I was with my mouth full of his semen and yearnings in my belly that had
started surfacing since I met him and took care of him... as I mothered him... So I let the semen
flow into the empty wine glass and slowly crawled out of the blankets. It didn't take me long to
find the applicator that I had used for a yeast infection some months back, it was still in my
medicine bag. After washing it very thoroughly I used it like a hypo and filled it with his semen,
then lying down on the rug I transferred it to my vagina. That is how this child came to be
conceived. After a few days when he had good erections again we tried to have sex, but it was
always a race against time, against the effects of his antidepressant, against the memories of his
family. Perhaps we should not have tried, perhaps I should not have rushed things so... He
became so despondent over his impotence that one morning I woke up to find his skin already
cool, his body turned away, his hands stuck together inside a gardeners glove with holes cut in it
for his thumbs... I stole this child from Ron."
Stroke grabbed her wrist and gently spun her toward him. They embraced, her face hard
against his chest, his hand cradling the back of her head, the bulk of her belly tight against his
right hip. She could have been his daughter, she was almost the same age Tommy would have
been now. In the past, she was like Sandra, when she was pregnant with Tommy. In the future,
she would be a help at best but more likely an added set of worries to those he was carrying now.
In the present, she was Anelan, pregnant, one of the few pregnancies after the virus, in need of
support and company. He accepted the present.
"Anything that I can do for you I will gladly do, Anelan, and if I miss anything, just come
out and say it, I learn quickly."
She hugged him hard and whispered: "Thank you, Stroke."
After a little while she looked up at him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Thank you
for saying that, Stroke."
He looked at her face, angular, impish, so good when she smiled, and returned a light
kiss on her lips.
They walked on at the edge of the surf for a while, then stopped to look West as the light
started to fade quickly. The fog was rolling in again, the horizon was completely murky and the
wispy upper edges of the fog wall were turning the Sun into a dim red disk. They continued to
the head of the trail that led to the meeting hall and turned away from the ocean. When they
reached the hall Stroke grabbed a thick blanket from the back of his truck, followed her up the
steps and put the blanket down near one of the corners of the room.
"Are you ready for a nice nap, Anelan? I can deal with the easy stuff. When you get up
we can finish loading it in the truck."
"Thank you, yes, I would love a nice nap." They had walked a lot that afternoon. She
curled up on her side, her face toward the wall, while Stroke wrapped the rest of the blanket
over her body.