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Date Posted: 12:54:32 05/24/02 Fri
Author: Nigel
Subject: Actually, heres the much-anticipated fan fiction
In reply to: Nigel 's message, "I think youre missing the point" on 12:46:20 05/24/02 Fri

From: "Punk Princess"
To: nigel@punkmail.com
Cc:
Subject: My lovely book, ATOMIC BLOWJOB
Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 10:35:51 +0000

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Hi Nicky Wire

A friend passed on your email address. I've just written a book and would be
VERY greatful to receive your comments, suggestions etc.!

Please find enclosed a short extract. It's a sex scene, of course.

ThaPP xxx

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Roarke held Cummings tight against his body as their tongues explored each
other�s mouths. Cummings could feel Roarke�s cock pressed hard against his
black Levis 501s. She suspected that if he she positioned herself at a
certain angle he could penetrate her without either of them even taking
their clothes off!

Cummings ran her hands underneath Roarke�s T-shirt and over his expansive
back. She murmured with pleasure as he worked his index finger between the
cheeks of her pert arse. Roarke grew even more excited as he felt her
buttocks clench around his finger and thought that if he didn�t get out of
his jeans soon then he would come inside them there and then!

Before long both were in a state of high excitement and broke apart to strip
properly. It took Roarke a little longer to get out of his jeans than
Cummings because of his girth, but soon he was able to position his fleshy
bulk in the normal way on top of Cummings, who by now was lying naked on his
mattress.

In Cummings� mind, their bodies became metaphysically entwined, an ethereal
amalgamation of their most profound character structures, and through her
half-closed eyes she envisaged Roarke�s mighty Socialist phallus melting in
blissful union into her Liberal Feminine mystery. To her, Roarke's
considerable form was an infinitely twisting masculine DNA, a testosterone
sodden flesh pipe extending through space and time itself. His throbbing
fuck piston was being worked steadily into her dripping crimson flue, but
that didn�t stop the pain inherent in accommodating a prodigious phallus
such as Roarke's.

Meanwhile, things weren�t going so well for Roarke. He was becoming
increasingly embarrassed by his size and at the absurdity of being a short,
obese man with an elephantine manhood and his hard lovetube was beginning to
sag as a result. He felt that he needed to take action. Fast!

�To be sure he�s a �Man�, the male must see to it that the female be clearly
a �Woman�� he whispered softly into her ear, �the opposite of a �Man�, that
is, the female must act like a faggot�. Oh yeah!

Valerie Solanas! UNNNGHH!!

�Perfect, baby, perfect� she replied breathlessly, and pulled herself from
under him. Roarke fell flat onto the mattress, exhausted already and upset
that he hadn�t been able to prolong the penetration of the egomaniac
poetess. He turned over and drew a deep breath. But before he had time to
recover, Cummings had leapt on top of him and had wrapped her
lipstick-buttered mouth around his cock. For her, it was important to keep
his dick stiff or else he�d never consent to what she had in mind.

Seeing that Cummings wasn�t repulsed by his squat mass, Roarke lifted his
head to meet her cunt from behind. He clasped one hand on each of her
buttocks and pushed his tongue far inside her. She tasted like the sweetest
of nectars. With one hand, he slid the wetness from her vagina towards her
arsehole. Using the middle finger of his other hand, he pressed delicately
against her sphincter and gained pleasure from its tactile qualities. As it
became wetter, he worked his finger in rhythmically and she moaned louder
each time he did so.
Cummings loved the feeling of a finger in her anus and gained further
pleasure from Roarke�s masculine grunts at the pulsing contractions of her
sphincter. Soon he had the finger pushed in almost to the knuckle and as
Roarke�s tongue delved deeper exploring the inside her vagina Cummings
reached climax, her entire body writhing with fierce spasms of pleasure.
Roarke could feel her saturated cunt throbbing against his face and he
gained pleasure from this.
As Cummings moved off him, Roarke shut his eyes feeling very pleased with
the encounter. But before he had a chance to relax, his legs were raised
forcibly.

�C�mon, baby, you�ll love this� Cummings reassured him, �all you boys do.
All of YOUR SORT do�.

Before Roarke had a chance to protest, Cummings soon had his legs slung over
her shoulders. With unexpected strength, she deftly flipped Roarke over so
that he was lying on his front again with his legs pulled wide apart. Roarke
was taken aback by this athletic manoeuvre and was too stunned to try and
stop the liberal feminist egomaniac. Suddenly, he felt a finger inside his
arse.

�Come on baby, you�ll love this. You don�t have any choice now.� Cummings
explained.

She had Vaseline on her fingers and was lubing the lining of his colon. The
feisty diarist pulled her fingers out but returned immediately with a
violent thrust of her massive dildo, which she had strapped on without
Roarke even realising. Murray winced but found that he gained pleasure from
this novel form of copulation. It was the first time that Roarke had
experienced the joys of plastic love!

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That is one fine piece of literature. -- ThaPunkPrincess, 12:02:45 05/27/02 Mon