[Faith-talk] Christianity

[mary wurtzel]

I have never seen anything like this in my life.  How can this be 
happening? Dave, can we trace this?  Is this against the law?
Sincerely,
Mary Wurtzel

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>From: Beth Kats <bethkats at samobile.net
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>Date sent: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:51:55 -0800
>Subject: [Faith-talk] Christianity

>The last year of high school was turning out to be a boring 
bitch.  That
>was, until yesterday when my folks, both teachers announced that 
they
>would be attending a conference.

>"Uncle Mike says you can stay with him for the week we are away.  
He is
>even closer to the school, so you can walk there."

>My Uncle Mike is my mother's younger brother.  He developed some
>stupid software that has to do with pole taking.  He was bought 
out by one
>of the big polling companies for five million bucks.  He now is 
retired at
>the age of twenty-one and is he enjoying it.  He has two houses; 
one in
>the big city, a high-rise condo, the other one is his old house 
near us.  He
>has been a big brother to me since I was born.  I learned how to 
throw a
>fastball from him, how to attract girls later.  He's cool and 
fun.

>They left on a Friday and I came home from school directly to his 
house.
>My 'rents had cleverly left a suitcase with clothes for me.  
Little did I
>know what little use I would have for them?  (Hah, got you 
interested huh?
>You fucking pervs want to see a naked 18 year old.)

>I rang the doorbell, Jack Russell, Mike's dog barked like a crazy 
nut.  Then
>he smelled me through the door and shut up.  He was amazing the 
way he
>knew who was his enemy and who was a friend.  Incidentally, Jack 
was a
>Jack Russell Terrier and Mike with no imagination named him Jack.  
"So
>he won't get confused," Mike explained.

>Mike opened the door.  He was wearing his under shorts.  His 
muscled
>bare chest was dripping with sweat.

>"Stop staring at my chest, you fruit cake," said Mike, holding 
Jack's collar
>to keep him from escaping the house.  "He's got a girl friend on 
the next
>block, a miserable flea trap, but he likes them low down."

>"How old is Jack?"

>"Same age as me."

>"What?"

>"In door years, he's twenty years old."

>We preceding into the house.  "How about a work out with me?"

>"I'm a little tired from school all day.  I don't know."

>"Oh poor baby.  Only your ass is tired from sitting.  Strip and 
meet me in
>the gym."

>Jack followed me into my room.  I think he thought I might have 
some gin
>in my suitcase.  He loves gin and orange juice.  Besides that, 
his main
>food is hamburger and onions.

>I realized that I had no proper gym clothes, or even trainers.  
So I just
>wore my briefs and bare feet.  When Mike saw me come into the 
workout
>area he shouted, "Oh to be eighteen again.  What skin, what a 
bulge in
>your briefs.  I think you inherited the economy size family 
prick.  Oh stop
>blushing.  That's a good thing."

>I began doing arm lifts, Mike got on the treadmill.  The place 
began to
>smell of man sweat and it was getting to me.  "Hey Oliver (he 
calls me any
>of twenty different names, changing every minute.) I think you 
are getting
>a woody.  Please show some respect for Jack."

>We continued working out for one hour.  I gave in first.  "Hey 
Unk, I'm
>hungry.  You got any of Jack's hamburger left?"

>"He doesn't have that anymore, at least not right now.  He 
decided he'd
>too fat and he went on a diet."

>"You're kidding.  Did he tell you that?"

>"No, he just refused his hamburger and onions and started eating 
my plate
>of vegetables.  He's also into salad."

>"What a character."

>"Anyway, I've got some great steaks for you Chadwick."

>He really did have them.  They were at least a pound and a half 
of porter
>house.  He made a big salad and a smaller one for Jack who 
smacked his
>lips in appreciation.  There were beers on the table.  Mike said 
nothing, he
>didn't want to seem to be offering them to me, but the hint was 
there and I
>finished three during dinner.  I helped clean up which was quick 
and easy,
>then I told Mike that I was bushed and wanted to go up for a 
quick snooze.

>I fell asleep in the guest room for about a half hour.  I was 
awakened by
>Jack jumping up on the bed and staring at me.  Uncle Mike came 
in.  "I see
>you're awake.  He does that to me too stares me into 
wakefulness."

>Mike sat on the bed.  "Tell me Alphonse, have you been laid yet?"

>Wow, that came out of nowhere, but I am very comfortable talking 
private
>things with Uncle Mike.  Hd was the one who told me the big 
secret of
>how babies were conceived, when I was ten years old.

>"No, I'm a virgin."

>"No blow jobs?"

>"No, and that's enough questions."

>"Well the reason I brought this up is that I know your only 
outlet is your
>hand and I have a better idea and it's right in the room."

>"You goin' blow me."

>"No Oliver, but Jack will."

>I sat up in surprise.  You mean you taught him to suck cock?"

>"No, he comes by it naturally.  Slip off your briefs and say 
"suck me", he'll
>get right to it and he is really good, Walter."

>I lay naked leaning back, my shoulders were against Mike's warm 
chest.
>"Suck me!"  I ordered not believing for a moment that this was 
going to
>work.  Mike was such a kidder, but Jack's ears went down in an 
odd way,
>as though he was embarrassed, then he stared at me a minute so as 
to say
>"let's keep this between us."

>I murmured, "Don't ask, don't tell."

>His paws when on either side of my hips.  His gigantic red tongue 
unfurled
>and he wrapped it against my rapidly rising dick.  He swirled.  I 
moaned
>slightly, but as his treatment continued, I found I moaned 
continuously.
>Then he began a rapid corkscrewing of his tongue and I began my 
orbiting
>in a sexual haze.

>"Good boy, Clyde, just relax into your coming cum.  That gives 
you the
>best release."

>He was stroking my chest.  Believe me, I am sensitive on my 
nipples and
>that hastened my stiffening up and screaming out my ejaculation,
>then....everything went blank.  This was too intense a cum for me 
to stay
>conscious.

>When I awoke, I was neatly covered up and Mike was nowhere to be
>scene, but I heard a slight whimper coming from the fireplace.  
There sat
>Jack, on his haunches, lapping on a Screw Driver.  He glanced at 
me, then
>went back to his alcoholic indulgences.

>I fell back and snuggled down under the coverlet.  The next time 
I awoke,
>it was early morning with the sun just coming into the room.  
Mike also
>had arrived.  He came over to the bed.  "Hey Clem, have you ever 
had
>your ass rimmed?"

>Unk was full of sexual adventure this visit.  Rimming?  Yeah I 
heard of it.
>I think it was some kind of yucky sex act, but Mike explained to 
me that
>Jack was a master of the act.  "We can push up our asses and see 
what
>happens.   Before I knew it, there we were, Uncle and Nephew on 
our
>elbows and knees, the morning ass making our puckers tight.

>I waited.  Nothing.  Then I felt Jack's hot breath on my ass hole 
and then
>his stiff whiskers moving over my pucker.  I could feel him 
sniffing.  It felt
>so good I almost cried out, but I didn't want to seem like a baby 
in front of
>Mike.  Meanwhile Mike whispered to me, "The dumb dog is 
signifying that
>he has already enjoyed my ass, he is more interested in yours."

>I was a little nervous that the dog might not be satisfied with 
licking, that
>he might try to mount me.  I have heard about things like that.  
Mike
>realized my worry.  "Listen Aubrey, if he does decide to fuck 
you,
>remember, his cock is small compared to ours.  You probably won't 
be
>bothered by the bugger."  But just then, Jack put his hunting dog 
paws
>around my hips, like a lover, I could feel his moist dick pushed 
at the door
>of my ass.  I let out a frightened sob.

>Mike said, "Look, suck my finger.  It will help you forget what 
is
>happening at your back door."  He inserted his big manly digit 
into my
>boyish lips and I took to it like a pro.  I sucked it with all my 
might, out of
>fear.  Then it happened, Jack entered my hot passage.  It didn't 
hurt, but it
>sure felt strange.  His size prevented him from going deep, but 
its angle
>kept hitting my little, hard prostate and that was sending 
passion stars to
>my sexed up brain.

>I was too in the throes of this new experience to realize that 
Mike had
>gently extracted his finger and had turned his body around so 
that his
>prodigious family sized cock was pressing against my lips.  
Automatically I
>opened my lips like a good zonked boy.  He moved in.  His precum 
was
>intoxicating and I began tonguing the shaft.  More honey oozed 
out and I
>was off; I was now a fucked boy and I sucking boy, but I didn't 
care.
>Electrical sparks were running up and down my teen back.

>"That's it Percy, you got it.  It feels so good.  How's your fuck 
going?"

>I only groaned.  "Good, that groan tells me you are happy and in 
lust.  But
>keep sucking.  I am getting close.  You have the hottest boi lips 
and I can't
>hold off much longer."

>"Then a strange thing happened.  First Jack ejaculated into my
>fundaments; then Mike shouted and stiffened and treated my mouth 
and
>tonsils with his fragrant cum.  That proved to be too much for 
me, my own
>cock exploded so hard and so much that I again almost passed out.

>When Mike and I got our breath back we checked out Jack.  He was
>already sleeping on his back, snoring audibly.  Mike said that I 
was broken
>in ass-wise, and I should be ready for the main event with a 
relatives
>cornholing.

>"Tell you what Freddie," I said to Mike.  "I think I'd like to 
get into the act
>of fucking.  It's the only thing I haven't done yet this weekend.  
What do
>you say."

>With a lisp like Boris Karloff he said, "Frankenstein, you have 
become a
>monster, but youth must be served.  Wake me in the morning and 
fuck
>me."


>End


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