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Musicians Get Together For Anti-RIAA Concerts
DarkZero writes "The Sacramento Bee is currently running an article
about several different bands getting together for five concerts to raise money for the Recording Artists Coalition with the express purpose of fighting the RIAA and the
unfair treatment of its musicians. The acts lined up include Elton John, Billy Joel, Ozzy Osbourne, Stevie Nick
s, The Offspring, The Eagles, Weezer, and plenty of other bands. Good for them. (And for those that are wonderi
ng, the RAC's site, ArtistsAgainstPiracy.com, is actually an anti-RIAA and somewhat pro-Napster site, not what you would immediately expect it
to be.)"
My Friends the Allens -- Vancouver Diary
by Mark Aster
= = =
Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where
vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common,
and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid.
The real world, sadly, is not like that: so don't try
this at home.
= = =
It's a little after dawn in the bedroom of the Allen sisters'
suite. I'm sitting up in bed, awake for no particular reason,
admiring Julie. Half covered by the white cotton sheet, she
lies naked next to me, eyes closed, body curled in innocent
sleep. A few strands of hair have strayed across her face.
The room is cool in the pale dawn light, still slightly
fragrant from last night's lovemaking. The light filters
through the window in uneven patches, dappling everything
with soft radiance. Julie's bare arms, her tanned back, the
graceful curves of her body under the sheet, the bed, my
legs, the nighttable. On the table is a small cloth-covered
book. Julie's diary. Irresponsible scum that I am, I
quietly pick it up and open it. Leafing through, I find
the pages describing the last few days, when she was away
visiting friends in Vancouver. Last night we were celebrating
her return. Now in the cool dawn I sit and read.
* * *
"June 23th, 11:30pm
"Diary,
"Spent the day travelling. No interesting events to speak of.
Got to Ray and Miranda's right on time. The city was lovely
from the air, the lights shining on the Inlet and the mountains
looming over everything. Vancouver is one of my favorite cities.
"June 24th, 11:45pm
"Dear Diary,
"A nice relaxing day. Miranda and I walked around downtown, and
ate at this GREAT little place called Morizio's; truly memorable
pesto. In the evening, we sent out for pizza and lay around
watching cable and talking. Ray was VERY friendly, I think he's
forgiven me entirely for last August. His hands are so big! But
he kept them mostly off of me, not that I wanted him to. He just
squeezed me a little now and then, in that maddening casual sort
of way.
"June 25th/26th, 1:45am
"Diary,
"A marvelous day on the water! Lots of sex.
"We all slept late this morning, had a late breakfast, and hung
out with Rita and the boys. In the afternoon, we walked over to
Stanley Park for a picnic lunch. Afterwards, we headed down
to the harbor. A couple of friends were meeting us at the Erato
for an evening cruise. Have I told you about the Erato? It's
Miranda's beautiful white motor cruiser; powerful and sexy, the
perfect thing for gliding around the Inlet with friends.
"We pulled out of the slip with Ray at the helm. Miranda
introduced me to Chuck, a tall good-looking guy, big but
not quite as bearlike as Ray, and to Michael, a really CUTE
quiet guy who just sort of stared at me and couldn't think
of anything to say. Nice body, though.
"Miranda and I spread out some rugs and cushions on the foredeck,
so we could stretch out and admire the view. The sky was an
incredible sapphire, and Venus twinkled over the hills to the
west. Ray took us close past Canada Place, and we admired the
architecture, and waved to people on the deck of a big cruise
ship at anchor there. Eventually, Miranda went back to putter
around in the cabin, leaving Michael and me on the deck. He
didn't say anything much, and I was too relaxed to talk. But I
could tell he was looking at me at least as much as at the
scenery. I had taken my sweater and leggings off, and in my
halter and short skirt, with my legs long and bare propped on
the rail, I felt very free and very naughty. The breeze slid
up my thighs and over my breasts, the world feeling me up.
"Suddenly Ray was on the deck beside me. He took both my wrists
in one enormous hand, and drew my arms gently up above my head,
stretching me out. 'Feel like playing tonight, darlin'?' he
asked. 'Yum!' I replied, and kissed him on the mouth. He still
smokes that pipe, Diary, and he tastes strange, but his lips are
sweet. Remind me to rent him from Miranda for a week again
sometime.
"Still holding my arms above my head with one hand, he undid my
halter with the other, and nuzzled my breasts with his big shaggy
head. He squeezed and pressed me with his free hand, and sucked
my nipples far into his mouth. I moaned and wriggled my bottom
around on the rug.
"The next minute, he'd wrapped something around my wrists, and
tossed me face down onto a pile of cushions. He whipped my top
off entirely, and slid my panties down my legs. His big rough
hands caressed my bottom. At the same time someone, probably
Chuck, tied a soft blindfold around my head, and something
else around my waist, securing me tightly in place, my breasts
crushed into the cushions, my ass in the air with the skirt
flapping in the wind. Someone laughed.
"Then I heard an argument on the other side of the deck. It
sounded like Michael was upset about something; Miranda led him
off to the cabin, making soothing noises. Ray's thick fingers
squeezed my ass, and then moved under me to rub and caress my
pussy. I sighed. His hands spread my legs wide apart, and he
found my slit. He spread my lips apart, and circled around my
opening with big rough strokes. Warmth began to spread out of
my stomach and through my body. I rocked my hips, waving my
naked ass at him, wanting him, wanting his fingers inside me.
He just grabbed one thigh hard with his other hand, and kept
stroking my clit. I moaned. 'Do you want the gag?' he asked.
'You're the boss,' I gasped as he ran a finger in between my
buttocks and tickled my anus. He laughed, and left my mouth
free.
"Then he went away for a minute. I was alone on the deck. The
Erato cut slowly though the waves; all I could hear was the soft
sound of the water, and male voices talking somewhere behind me.
Then footsteps approached. Something cool and hard pressed into
my pussy, which was becoming very wet. I cried out as it
penetrated me; a big thick lubricated dildo, sliding slowly and
irresistably between my lips and far inside me. My mouth opened
wide and my back arched, pushing my ass up and taking it still
further into me. I wondered who was holding it.
"When the toy was all the way inside me, it stopped. Someone's
hands grabbed my hips. Then I screamed as something burned into
my bottom. Scalding liquid dribbled down the back of my thigh,
and my muscles all tensed. Then with great relief and a massive
contraction of my cunt, I realized that it wasn't hot at all!
Ray's booming laugh filled the air as he tossed the icecube
over the side, and began to slide the dildo in and out of me,
bringing me closer and closer to a helpless orgasm. The touch
of the ice had started my pussy gushing, and the dildo, thick
and ribbed as it was, slid easily in and out, taking me right to
the edge.
"I was near coming, wetness drenching my mons and thighs, when
the dildo came out. No one touched me. Then someone sat down on
the deck in front of my face, and a big warm cock pressed itself
against my mouth. I smiled and let it in, drawing the smooth head
past my lips, and gently tickling it with my tongue. It got
longer and harder as I sucked it, and the man groaned and stroked
my head. His hands weren't huge, so it must have been Chuck;
somehow I knew it wasn't Michael. As Chuck moved his hands in my
hair and I did him with my mouth, Ray's hands wrapped lovingly
around my hips, and his cock slowly slid into me from the rear.
My pussy was open and soaked from the dildo. You know how much
I love being filled from both ends, Diary; I sucked Chuck deep
into my throat as Ray's lovely thick shaft went in and out of me.
Both men groaned and gasped, and so did I.
"Before Chuck could come, he slid himself out of my mouth and got
up. Behind me, Ray began pumping harder and faster, moaning and
shouting into the wind as his balls slapped against my thighs.
I felt my inner walls tensing around him, and energy gathering
in my pelvis. As he yelled and came and his hot cum shot into
me, I came too, screaming the scream and rubbing my body against
the cushions in ecstasy. God, I'm soaking the sheets just
thinking about it! Then Ray stepped away, but Chuck was right
there to take his place, and my pussy was full of cock again.
Well I kept screaming, in that unbearable mindless state that
happens when you've already come, but you're still being fucked.
The wave gradually broke, and my mind came back; Chuck was still
in me, his cock long and very very hard. He was moving slowly,
making it last. I started up towards another orgasm.
"Then soft scented thighs slid next to my face, I was surrounded
by moist pussy-hair. Miranda was apparently done with Michael,
and had come up for her turn. Her pussy is lovely and small and
soft, and her clit barely peeks out from under its hood. But
my tongue found it in its hiding place, and as Chuck's staff
started me shivering and gasping again from behind, I ate dear
Miranda with my lips and tongue. She makes the sweetest sounds
when she comes, and her juices always remind me of apricot.
"As Miranda came under my mouth, I was starting to lose control
from Chuck's rapid and insistent fucking. I moaned and cried out,
and spread my thighs wider apart. Miranda rubbed my mouth with
her hand, and I sucked on her long fingers, my heart pounding
in my chest, hardly able to breathe. Then she reached up and
raked my back with her nails. I screamed from the sudden
delicious pain, and came hard and wrenchingly, my cunt squeezing
and sucking at Chuck's staff. With a long "AaaaaAAHHH!" he
came, too, filling me again with hot semen, pounding in and out
of me until every drop was spent.
"There were a few more groans, and then people moved away.
Someone threw a blanket over me where I lay limp and sweaty on
the deck. I stayed there purring to myself for a few minutes,
then slipped my wrists out of their bonds, undid the blindfold
and the strap around my waist, and came out from under, smoothing
my skirt down over my tired thighs as I stood up. The air was a
bit chilly, so I picked up my sweater and slipped it on. The air
still played up my skirt, drying the mixed juices on my thighs.
Darkness was just falling, and the lights of the industrial docks
by North Vancouver gleamed over the water like crystal alien
poetry.
"Michael was sitting on a deck chair, looking down. 'Why do you
let them do that?' he asked me, quietly. No one else was around.
'Cause we all like it?' I suggested. I sat down on the chair next
to him. His eyes were big and dark and deep in the twilight. His
longish blond hair hung over his face. 'But isn't it humiliating?'
he asked. He's sweet.
"'I guess humiliation is where you find it.' I said. 'It's just
a fantasy that we all happen to share.' He was doubtful. 'But
isn't it sick to need that pain and domination; that's not love!'
Shows you how much HE knows, Diary! 'It can be,' I said, 'who
died and made you God?' That was probably mean of me. 'Really,'
I said more softly, 'the pain isn't much at all; pain is just a
tool. Didn't you hold your finger over a candle flame when you
were a kid? Didn't you ever grab a thorn just to see what it
would do?' He looked surprised, 'No!' he said, but then 'Well...
Yeah, I guess I did.' He smiled a little, and his face was
beautiful. I looked over his body, in a tight t-shirt and
loose trunks, and realized that he had been turned on watching
the games, and that he was still turned on talking to me in
the dark.
"'And the pain and the fantasy are just extra spice, I don't
NEED them at all. Would you like me to prove it?' I leaned
toward him and ran one hand up his thigh. His cock came
quickly to attention under his trunks, and I grasped it. I
parted my lips, and he kissed them SO gently and SO excited.
And then oh God, Diary, I was on his lap, and his cock was under
my skirt and between my thighs and in me, and our mouths were
devouring each other, his tongue caressing me, his hands so
tight on my body, moving up and down and in and out and his
body so strong and -- God, I'm so wet. I want him again, but
he's not here. I think we fell in love a little as we fucked,
there on the dark ship, with machinery drifting by on the
shore, blue and orange lights passing by, his lips on me,
him inside me. Excuse me, Diary, I have to go and see if
Miranda's still awake; I need a friend to screw.
* * *
That's the last entry in the diary. I put it quietly back on
the table, and look down at Julie. I'm envying Michael that
tender balling on the Erato. On the other hand, I have her
here, pink and naked in the dawn, and he doesn't. I gently
touch her hip through the sheet, and she turns over onto her
back, one knee out, uncovering herself down to the knees.
Her nipples are soft and pink and warm under my tongue as
I kiss them lightly. She's half awake now, and she runs her
fingers through my hair as I kiss her body and stroke her
mons until she sighs and her pussy is wet. Then I am on her
and in her, and she smiles and kisses me as we move together
on the bed, and she wraps her legs around me and slips her
tongue deeply into my mouth. Welcome home, Julie, I say to
myself, penetrating her slowly in the cool morning light.
We missed you.
My Friends the Allens -- Vancouver Diary
by Mark Aster
The End
Hanson. 'Nuff said.
Paranoia isn't an infectious condition, it's a way of life
Look, I don't dislike Metallica's music, and I've bought every damn record they've released (barring some "best of"-collections and special editions); I've even got the original prints of Garage Days Revisited and Garage Days Re-revisited. However, I want to be able to listen to a record before I buy it. AND (most, not just Metallica's) records are at least twice as expensive as they ought to be.