Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I dug up a photo of The Shipwreck Bar, since expanded with a restaurant and gentrified. These Americans ruin everything
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The Agent, The Girl, and the Fidelistas
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
OK Apostate. Got a book from 1960 with the model wearing an exact replica of {Barbara}'s bikini. go ahead and drool!
ShadowWolf
Tribune
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you. Agent {Barbara} make it easyGreat taste Praefectus
ShadowWolf
Tribune
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Dammit, girl! Can't you keep your clothes on for one minute! You'll have them farm boys all around her soon, baying like dawgs at the moon!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Ahem! The author is working hard here to create a great literary novel, along the lines of David Copperfield, Moby Dick, Winnie Ille Pu, or Valley of the Dolls.
He wishes to apologize for the occasional rambunctious behavior of his leading lady. He takes no responsibility nor has any part in her fragrantly self promoting effort to attract readers with cheap titillation.
The Author - B.S; D.S.O, P.D.Q, literary genius!
He wishes to apologize for the occasional rambunctious behavior of his leading lady. He takes no responsibility nor has any part in her fragrantly self promoting effort to attract readers with cheap titillation.
The Author - B.S; D.S.O, P.D.Q, literary genius!
d'Not
Executioner
Thank goodness, a story without Romans, though it is set in Latin America.
Windar, Sir Please note in the Politically Correct dictionary of this millennium, Rome, Romans, Italy, France, et al are not related to Latin American. At the same time Americans created a racial category of the Iberian colonies the rest of the Roman experiment fell into the disgrace of being European.
It is nearly as confusing as gender identity being unencumbered by genitalia or genetic structure.
Who needs a bikini when you can have a monokini? Or no 'kini?
I've just found this story and trying to catch up. Barb, one question.
If you were about 20 in 1960, then . . . . . . um . . now . . . . ?
(incoming!)
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Phlebas, give the girl a break.
I've just found this story and trying to catch up. Barb, one question.
If you were about 20 in 1960, then . . . . . . um . . now . . . . ?
Haven't you heard of literary license? Suspension of Disbelief? I was only 13 in 1960, but I view it with a mature (too mature) man's eyes.
By the transformations of the power of fiction, the lovely {Barbara} was an innocent 20 year-old in 1960 and Barbaria1 is an adorable (though excessively complaining) just past 30 years-old delectable woman today.
End of Story
Wait, I meant end of this comment. Much more story coming. Chapter Seven later today.
windar
Teller of Tales
Didn't you recently write a story, phlebas, where she was 20-something around 100 CE? That would make her, well, best not to say. I solve that problem by setting my stories mostly in the present or very near future...
Ah well that wasn't Barbara Moore, but Barbria Moria, so arguably a completely different person
Oh alright guilty as charged
But "Moore. Barbara Moore" works well in this one. What possible scrapes could she get into in the world of espionage and duplicity (and lots of casual sex I assume)
It's a well established career path
btw if you see this man avoid him, he seems to go for brunettes!
I wasn't even born in 1960, though my parents married the following year.
Of course I'm only stirring, Barb has had adventures across the centuries, and usually goes by her own name in the later ones.
Carry on Praefectus
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter Seven
CIA Censor: Although there are no security issues or redaction problems in the following section, the censor and the CIA feel called upon to condemn the gratuitous sex which is not required for the plot. {Apostate}, you are a very bad boy!
{Kathy} wasn’t just showing sisterly affection for Barb. Wait, I take that back. That might be how {Kathy} shows sisterly affection!
I was very unsure of what to do.
On the one hand, I felt very protective of Barb as my young partner. I thought she was very inexperienced and very drunk and not fully aware of what was going on. On the sail from the mainland, we had both talked frankly about our past sex lives (I may have understated my conquests to avoid scaring Barb). She had only had some mild self-exploration in her teens and those “men” at Yale. She had explicitly said she’s never been with a female and expressed shock at the idea.
On the other hand, the image of {Kathy} and agent {Barbara Moore} getting it on was incredibly arousing. As the thought went through my mind, my equipment, despite having just been ‘adjusted’ by {Kathy} seemed to suddenly need more adjustment.
I knew I needed to act promptly, so I got up from the bar and went over to the girls, not knowing exactly what I was going to do. By the time I got there, {Kathy} already had Barb walking, unsteadily, up the beach.
“Whoa there,” I said as I got to them and took {Kathy}’s free arm. “I’m not sure Barb is ready to go off alone with you, {Kathy}.”
{Kathy} smiled her best lusty smile and took my arm. In her warmest Georgia drawl, she said, “You’re right Jewels. You need to come along too. An engaged couple needs to learn these things together.”
Well, who in their right mind could argue with that? As usual in these matters, {Kathy} got her way; we three staggered up the beach, arm in arm to her cottage.
When we got in, and Kathy locked the door, she looked at the two of us standing there and said words I never thought I would hear from her. “this will be on the house!” My jaw must have dropped a foot, causing her to explain. “I love you, Jewels. I know the engagement part is only a cover, but I can already tell that the two of you are very much in love even if you won’t admit it to yourselves. And you’re about to go into danger. My gift to both of you will be a little love, a little fun, and a lot of sex! Now, enough serious! let’s get naked!”
{Kathy} was naked in a few moments. I followed quickly but Barb was a little hesitant. With just her tiny bikini, she didn’t have much to take off. I think between her slightly inebriated state and her unfamiliarity with the ways of {Kathy}, and her confusion about three people getting naked, she was just a little confused.
Such hesitation wasn’t in {Kathy}’s playbook. She walked over to Barb and, in seconds had her bikini off and thrown on the floor. Then she brought her over so both were just in front of me. It had been less than half an hour since {Kathy} had brought me to a strong climax. Nevertheless, my rod was already standing at half-mast. The sight of these two, sexy beautiful young ladies would have been intoxicating even without the booze.
{Kathy} had just begun to ask Barb about her blow job technique, when Barb flipped out. Although the drink made her somewhat pliable, she made is crystal clear that the whole idea of a man’s prick in her mouth was “Disgusting!” and would never happen. I now understood why it had never happened on the sailing down here. I would never ask a girl for a BJ; I find it is much better when she initiates it on her own. But I had wondered why Barb didn’t think me worthy of such attention. To be truthful, it had hurt me a little since I had been very attentive to her nether regions (Not that that was a sacrifice).
Naturally {Kathy} could not understand Barb’s position and extoled the pleasures of sucking a penis. Barb, though her mind was clearly fogged, would not give an inch. {Kathy} tried show and tell, sank to her knees and took my prick in one hand and my balls in the other and spoke to Barb of the joys of “controlling” a man. Barb would have no part of it and kept muttering, “disgusting!”
I decided it might be in my best interest for future lovemaking to support {Kathy}’s position (I mean her argument, not that she was on her knees giving my prick sensations that are hard to describe, but wonderful to experience.) But as I opened my mouth, {Kathy} took four inches of my cock in her soft and highly talented mouth, and my well thought out, carefully reasoned argument came out something like “Ohhhh, ha, ha, ha, YES!”
With {Kathy} nothing sexual is impossible (that is in fact her business slogan, printed right on her business cards. She’s threatened to have it tattooed on her butt, but I have strongly objected since I hate tattoos and it would be a crime against a World Cultural Heritage Site to deface her ass!). Though I am hardly a sexual athlete, in a little while my prick had not only swollen to maximum size, but was getting ready to explode. The Hoover Company could get technical advice from her. {Kathy} knew I was ready (how she timed it perfectly, I’ll never know) and proceeded to swallow the head down her throat squeezing it with her tightening throat muscles until I came, squirting into her stomach and screaming like a Viking Warrior. ({Kathy} and Barb, both later said it was like a little girl, which I don’t believe, but I was distracted at the time.) {Kathy} really should patent that move of hers; she could make a fortune. Maybe call it “Deep Throat” or something like that. Barb just gave an “Harrump!” and repeated. “disgusting.” (there are times my sweet girl can be a hardass!)
As I lay on the floor, collapsed in manly repose, {Kathy} took Barb gently by the hand and led her to the bed. As they began kissing, I managed to crawl to a chair and lift myself onto it like Lazareth rising form the dead. ({Kathy} and Agent {Barbara Moore} kissing can have that effect on me.
I thought I had a pretty good kissing technique, but I was astounded to watch those two kissing, open mouthed, tongues flailing, saliva dripping. I made some mental notes for latter.
Barb’s previously expressed reluctance for lesbian sex seemed to have spontaneously melted away as soon as {Kathy} got her tongue and hands on her. I had never seen {Kathy} with a girl before, never saw two girls together at all. But a few minutes of watching {Kathy}’s hands roving over Barb’s sexy young body was enough to convince me of the arousal possible watching two beautiful women go at it.
Even half drunk and totally inexperienced with a woman, Barb soon was exploring {Kathy}’s tight little body with her hands and {Kathy} quickly moved Barb’s hand to her wet pussy while slipping her own into Barb’s.
Another few minutes of wet kissing, nipple sucking and pussy rubbing had both girls to a remarkable level of arousal (and the observer was not entirely unaffected). Taking the lead, {Kathy} gently lay Barb flat on the bed and scooted around to place her dripping pussy directly above Barb’s face and her own face at the center of Barb’s wide-spread thighs.
I had done 69’s once or twice before, (yeah, make fun of me. I was brought up when we thought the missionary position had been ordered by the Gods of nature. I had learned to enjoy cowgirl, taught by {Kathy}, who would win any rodeo.) but I had never seen one from outside, so to speak. I did note a wonderful symmetry when two beautiful, sexy girls did it. As a highly trained and analytical agent, I also recognized the advantage of watching twice the tits, asses and cunts. Quality is good, but never forget quantity.
It didn’t take long for {Kathy}’s loving application of her tongue to Barb’s slit and clit, to push our little innocent Yale girl to the edge. Although I’m sure she’d never done it before, the arousal and the close aroma of {Kathy}’s hot cunt soon had her raising her head and tentatively slipping her tongue on the wet pussy lips. As she did so, {Kathy} groaned with animal satisfaction and redoubled her efforts to tease Barb’s clit. In turn, Barb began serious kissing, licking and sucking at {Kathy}’s beautiful cunt.
Even the best fucking can’t last forever (I think that new folk singer from Minnesota said that, he seems to have said everything else), and soon the licking, sucking, moans, and heaving of hips was reaching a climax. Then suddenly, as if on cue, both girls opened their mouths and gave a primal cry of animal satisfaction, and collapsed together in a beautiful, sweaty mass of feminine pulchritude (even a Rutgers drop-out can appreciate great language).
I felt like I had cum again watching that display, though I knew I was drained for the day. {Kathy} looked at me with her naughty girl smile and beckoned with her finger for me to join them on the bed. I had no idea what she could want at this point; I was done for the day and even if I could, I wouldn’t make love to her in front of Barb. But, back in the mid-fifties there was a show I saw on Broadway (Yes, the Rutgers drop-out can appreciate a Broadway show! – jeese, you guys are snobbish!) “Damn Yankees” in which a lead character, not unlike {Kathy} sang a song: “Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets!” That was {Kathy} and I obediently went over to the bed.
As soon as I got there, she pulled me on the bed and suddenly both girls were all over me! As I said before, quantity matters and two mouths, four hands and nipples and two hot, wet pussys can keep a man occupied. I had never even dreamed of a three-way before (it was only later that I learned the term in a Playboy Magazine) and didn’t know exactly what to do. But with both girls going after me like starving cats, I really didn’t have to think much. My hands were directed to the appropriate treasures of female flesh (I really mean those are treasures, girls) and my mouth was kept busy in rapid succession by mouths and pussys. It all became a sensual blur as both ladies really worked me over good; they were a credit to their gender (note to self: good song line; should I give it to the Minnesota folk singer or the pervert who digs up bones?).
I thought I came again, even though I know that’s impossible. I might have passed out and when I came to, Barb and I were laying together in an exhausted afterglow. {Kathy} was up and dressed and puttering around – what a woman!
Eventually we got up and dressed ({Kathy} went out of her way to help Barb) and kissed goodbye (on the mouth with tongue! {Kathy} never quits; that girl will own the world some day!) and staggered, somewhat bow-legged back to the beach and out to the boat. That was the first night since before North Myrtle Beach when we went to sleep without making love!)
Chapter Addendum: I had with me on this mission the newest micro color camera that the agency had. Somehow, during the time Barb and {Kathy) were together, I must have snapped a couple of shots shots. The tiny (smaller than a matchbook) camera got lost and I only found it last year. These prints are all the images I still have of these two remarkable girls.
CIA Censor’s note: the rather risqué photos attached had been cleared without redaction. The thirty-nine other images that agent {Apostate}took are far more explicit and even include close-up gynecological. These have been ordered redacted out of respect for agency staff, past and present. It seems that agent {Apostate} is a perverted voyeur.
CIA Censor: Although there are no security issues or redaction problems in the following section, the censor and the CIA feel called upon to condemn the gratuitous sex which is not required for the plot. {Apostate}, you are a very bad boy!
{Kathy} wasn’t just showing sisterly affection for Barb. Wait, I take that back. That might be how {Kathy} shows sisterly affection!
I was very unsure of what to do.
On the one hand, I felt very protective of Barb as my young partner. I thought she was very inexperienced and very drunk and not fully aware of what was going on. On the sail from the mainland, we had both talked frankly about our past sex lives (I may have understated my conquests to avoid scaring Barb). She had only had some mild self-exploration in her teens and those “men” at Yale. She had explicitly said she’s never been with a female and expressed shock at the idea.
On the other hand, the image of {Kathy} and agent {Barbara Moore} getting it on was incredibly arousing. As the thought went through my mind, my equipment, despite having just been ‘adjusted’ by {Kathy} seemed to suddenly need more adjustment.
I knew I needed to act promptly, so I got up from the bar and went over to the girls, not knowing exactly what I was going to do. By the time I got there, {Kathy} already had Barb walking, unsteadily, up the beach.
“Whoa there,” I said as I got to them and took {Kathy}’s free arm. “I’m not sure Barb is ready to go off alone with you, {Kathy}.”
{Kathy} smiled her best lusty smile and took my arm. In her warmest Georgia drawl, she said, “You’re right Jewels. You need to come along too. An engaged couple needs to learn these things together.”
Well, who in their right mind could argue with that? As usual in these matters, {Kathy} got her way; we three staggered up the beach, arm in arm to her cottage.
When we got in, and Kathy locked the door, she looked at the two of us standing there and said words I never thought I would hear from her. “this will be on the house!” My jaw must have dropped a foot, causing her to explain. “I love you, Jewels. I know the engagement part is only a cover, but I can already tell that the two of you are very much in love even if you won’t admit it to yourselves. And you’re about to go into danger. My gift to both of you will be a little love, a little fun, and a lot of sex! Now, enough serious! let’s get naked!”
{Kathy} was naked in a few moments. I followed quickly but Barb was a little hesitant. With just her tiny bikini, she didn’t have much to take off. I think between her slightly inebriated state and her unfamiliarity with the ways of {Kathy}, and her confusion about three people getting naked, she was just a little confused.
Such hesitation wasn’t in {Kathy}’s playbook. She walked over to Barb and, in seconds had her bikini off and thrown on the floor. Then she brought her over so both were just in front of me. It had been less than half an hour since {Kathy} had brought me to a strong climax. Nevertheless, my rod was already standing at half-mast. The sight of these two, sexy beautiful young ladies would have been intoxicating even without the booze.
{Kathy} had just begun to ask Barb about her blow job technique, when Barb flipped out. Although the drink made her somewhat pliable, she made is crystal clear that the whole idea of a man’s prick in her mouth was “Disgusting!” and would never happen. I now understood why it had never happened on the sailing down here. I would never ask a girl for a BJ; I find it is much better when she initiates it on her own. But I had wondered why Barb didn’t think me worthy of such attention. To be truthful, it had hurt me a little since I had been very attentive to her nether regions (Not that that was a sacrifice).
Naturally {Kathy} could not understand Barb’s position and extoled the pleasures of sucking a penis. Barb, though her mind was clearly fogged, would not give an inch. {Kathy} tried show and tell, sank to her knees and took my prick in one hand and my balls in the other and spoke to Barb of the joys of “controlling” a man. Barb would have no part of it and kept muttering, “disgusting!”
I decided it might be in my best interest for future lovemaking to support {Kathy}’s position (I mean her argument, not that she was on her knees giving my prick sensations that are hard to describe, but wonderful to experience.) But as I opened my mouth, {Kathy} took four inches of my cock in her soft and highly talented mouth, and my well thought out, carefully reasoned argument came out something like “Ohhhh, ha, ha, ha, YES!”
With {Kathy} nothing sexual is impossible (that is in fact her business slogan, printed right on her business cards. She’s threatened to have it tattooed on her butt, but I have strongly objected since I hate tattoos and it would be a crime against a World Cultural Heritage Site to deface her ass!). Though I am hardly a sexual athlete, in a little while my prick had not only swollen to maximum size, but was getting ready to explode. The Hoover Company could get technical advice from her. {Kathy} knew I was ready (how she timed it perfectly, I’ll never know) and proceeded to swallow the head down her throat squeezing it with her tightening throat muscles until I came, squirting into her stomach and screaming like a Viking Warrior. ({Kathy} and Barb, both later said it was like a little girl, which I don’t believe, but I was distracted at the time.) {Kathy} really should patent that move of hers; she could make a fortune. Maybe call it “Deep Throat” or something like that. Barb just gave an “Harrump!” and repeated. “disgusting.” (there are times my sweet girl can be a hardass!)
As I lay on the floor, collapsed in manly repose, {Kathy} took Barb gently by the hand and led her to the bed. As they began kissing, I managed to crawl to a chair and lift myself onto it like Lazareth rising form the dead. ({Kathy} and Agent {Barbara Moore} kissing can have that effect on me.
I thought I had a pretty good kissing technique, but I was astounded to watch those two kissing, open mouthed, tongues flailing, saliva dripping. I made some mental notes for latter.
Barb’s previously expressed reluctance for lesbian sex seemed to have spontaneously melted away as soon as {Kathy} got her tongue and hands on her. I had never seen {Kathy} with a girl before, never saw two girls together at all. But a few minutes of watching {Kathy}’s hands roving over Barb’s sexy young body was enough to convince me of the arousal possible watching two beautiful women go at it.
Even half drunk and totally inexperienced with a woman, Barb soon was exploring {Kathy}’s tight little body with her hands and {Kathy} quickly moved Barb’s hand to her wet pussy while slipping her own into Barb’s.
Another few minutes of wet kissing, nipple sucking and pussy rubbing had both girls to a remarkable level of arousal (and the observer was not entirely unaffected). Taking the lead, {Kathy} gently lay Barb flat on the bed and scooted around to place her dripping pussy directly above Barb’s face and her own face at the center of Barb’s wide-spread thighs.
I had done 69’s once or twice before, (yeah, make fun of me. I was brought up when we thought the missionary position had been ordered by the Gods of nature. I had learned to enjoy cowgirl, taught by {Kathy}, who would win any rodeo.) but I had never seen one from outside, so to speak. I did note a wonderful symmetry when two beautiful, sexy girls did it. As a highly trained and analytical agent, I also recognized the advantage of watching twice the tits, asses and cunts. Quality is good, but never forget quantity.
It didn’t take long for {Kathy}’s loving application of her tongue to Barb’s slit and clit, to push our little innocent Yale girl to the edge. Although I’m sure she’d never done it before, the arousal and the close aroma of {Kathy}’s hot cunt soon had her raising her head and tentatively slipping her tongue on the wet pussy lips. As she did so, {Kathy} groaned with animal satisfaction and redoubled her efforts to tease Barb’s clit. In turn, Barb began serious kissing, licking and sucking at {Kathy}’s beautiful cunt.
Even the best fucking can’t last forever (I think that new folk singer from Minnesota said that, he seems to have said everything else), and soon the licking, sucking, moans, and heaving of hips was reaching a climax. Then suddenly, as if on cue, both girls opened their mouths and gave a primal cry of animal satisfaction, and collapsed together in a beautiful, sweaty mass of feminine pulchritude (even a Rutgers drop-out can appreciate great language).
I felt like I had cum again watching that display, though I knew I was drained for the day. {Kathy} looked at me with her naughty girl smile and beckoned with her finger for me to join them on the bed. I had no idea what she could want at this point; I was done for the day and even if I could, I wouldn’t make love to her in front of Barb. But, back in the mid-fifties there was a show I saw on Broadway (Yes, the Rutgers drop-out can appreciate a Broadway show! – jeese, you guys are snobbish!) “Damn Yankees” in which a lead character, not unlike {Kathy} sang a song: “Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets!” That was {Kathy} and I obediently went over to the bed.
As soon as I got there, she pulled me on the bed and suddenly both girls were all over me! As I said before, quantity matters and two mouths, four hands and nipples and two hot, wet pussys can keep a man occupied. I had never even dreamed of a three-way before (it was only later that I learned the term in a Playboy Magazine) and didn’t know exactly what to do. But with both girls going after me like starving cats, I really didn’t have to think much. My hands were directed to the appropriate treasures of female flesh (I really mean those are treasures, girls) and my mouth was kept busy in rapid succession by mouths and pussys. It all became a sensual blur as both ladies really worked me over good; they were a credit to their gender (note to self: good song line; should I give it to the Minnesota folk singer or the pervert who digs up bones?).
I thought I came again, even though I know that’s impossible. I might have passed out and when I came to, Barb and I were laying together in an exhausted afterglow. {Kathy} was up and dressed and puttering around – what a woman!
Eventually we got up and dressed ({Kathy} went out of her way to help Barb) and kissed goodbye (on the mouth with tongue! {Kathy} never quits; that girl will own the world some day!) and staggered, somewhat bow-legged back to the beach and out to the boat. That was the first night since before North Myrtle Beach when we went to sleep without making love!)
Chapter Addendum: I had with me on this mission the newest micro color camera that the agency had. Somehow, during the time Barb and {Kathy) were together, I must have snapped a couple of shots shots. The tiny (smaller than a matchbook) camera got lost and I only found it last year. These prints are all the images I still have of these two remarkable girls.
CIA Censor’s note: the rather risqué photos attached had been cleared without redaction. The thirty-nine other images that agent {Apostate}took are far more explicit and even include close-up gynecological. These have been ordered redacted out of respect for agency staff, past and present. It seems that agent {Apostate} is a perverted voyeur.
It's Labor Day in the U.S. today ... taking a break ... you get a pass on this one phleb
For a nanosecond, that is ...
Heavens!!!
She is FAST ...
I have made this crystal clear here many times ...
Like I said ... and btw ... please refer to it as tight and little, not hard.
Geeeze
Somehow?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Like I said ... and btw ... please refer to it as tight and little, not hard.
In Chapter Eight there will be a good photo of the massive, ahem, I mean tight and little ass!