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 If the Truth be Known

   We were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee, an early morning
ritual.  Keri was looking at me with a sly smile on her face.  "Do you ever
think about doing things," she toyed with her spoon, "you know, things with
the stuff in the kitchen." "Keri," I almost dropped my cup, "I think you
just say these things to embarrass me." I know I was blushing a scarlet. 
My cheeks felt flush.  "Like in that movie with Bill Murray," she was
grinning now, obviously enjoying my predicament, "where he takes out the
ice cream scoop and then the whisk." "Lookit, I don't think about any of
that stuff," My pulse went up and my breathing was getting difficult, like
I was having an anxiety attack; because, if the truth be known, I have
thought of it a few times.  "Oh c'mon, you can't tell me you haven't spent
any time with the washer," still that Cheshire grin.  "With the spin cycle
on, you know." "I've never done any of those things." "Did them or thought
about them." "Neither," I was sweating for some reason.  "Now let's talk
about something else." "Poor little Peggy," she put the spoon in her mouth
in an overtly sensual act.  "Always so repressed, always so proper. 
Haven't you ever just wanted to let your hair down and let go?" "No!" my
hands were shaking and I caught myself staring at her lips, her full lips.
"I have some errands to run, so maybe you should just go." "Hey, I'm sorry
if I upset you," but she didn't look sorry.  She looked somehow superior,
like she was some woman of the world or something instead of just another
housewife in a suburb.  "I just like to get a rise out of you every so
often." She rose from her chair and bent across the table, moving inches
from my face, her lips just out of reach.  "Tomorrow, my place," she swept
across my field of vision.  God, I hope she didn't notice me looking down
her top.  "Don't be angry with me." I wasn't angry, just put off balance
and, if the truth be known, uncomfortable about certain feelings that well
up in me from time to time.  I am pleasant looking with sandy colored hair,
but I have always been slight of build, which means I have always been
picked on.  It began with my sister, who was a fat ass kid.  She used to
make me do her chores and when I'd protest she would wrestle me to the
ground and sit on my face.  I would cry under her fat ass and agree to do
whatever she wanted.  But sometimes her sitting on me caused a completely
different feeling, the humiliation would make me tingle inside and I have
fought against that feeling my whole life.  Even in college my roommate was
a big titted brash girl who bossed me around all the time.  She seemed to
sense that I was a pushover and would end up doing most of the housework.
Finally, I met Bob and he didn't ask anything of me, only to be with me and
I fell in love and married him.  And now there was Keri.  Could she just
sense that I am a pushover like my roommate or can she see inside of me? 
That thought terrorizes me and this morning I think it came to a head.  I
was washing dishes as I pondered away my life, washing a wooden spoon, when
suddenly I began thinking about it as something other than a spoon.  I
thought what it would feel like if I stuck it in me.  No, stop it!  I was a
wreck the rest of the day and, if the truth be known, a little horny. 
Everything I touched became something else in my mind.  Could I do it with
the vacuum, I had to use the whisk to stir some eggs, my hairbrush, and my
curling iron.  What if I climbed on the bedpost and lowered myself
carefully, let Bob find me impaled on it, what would he do?

   The next morning I called Kerri and told her I couldn't make it for
coffee, that I was too busy but that she should come around anytime. 
"Don't tell me your still upset about yesterday." "Oh no, I haven't even
thought about it," I lied.  I have to get a lot of things done." "Like
what?" "Like laundry and shopping and..." "Oh I see, it's wash day is it?"
She could even make washday come out sounding dirty.  "No nothing...now
stop it.  But, if the truth be known, wash day didn't just pop into my head
for no reason.  It was a little while later and I was doing the wash. 
After turning on the machine, I began to daydream as I looked out the small
window overlooking the backyard.  I don't know how long I was there, just
standing and staring at the hummingbirds at the feeder, but suddenly the
washer kicked into a spin cycle.  I jumped surprised that I was so close to
the machine, practically leaning on it when it hit the cycle.  Then I began
to think about it.  About what would happen if I moved just a few inches. I
would be right at the corner of the machine and I could lie on it.  The
decision was made and it felt funny and exciting as the machine vibrated
away.  "Got ya," I felt an arm cross my chest and another around my waist
as pressure was increased in my most intimate area.  "I knew you would try
something." Keri kept the pressure on jamming my nether lips against the
corner of the machine until the corner began to part my lips.  The corner
touched my clitoris and I heard a scream and realized it was me.  Now the
vibrations coursed throughout my body filling me with that undeniable
feeling and the fact that Kerri was holding me down against my will,
helpless increased the feeling.  "How does it feel?" Keri hissed in my ear,
"to be fucked by an appliance." My juices gushed out as the first wave of
orgasm hit me.  I felt a pressure on my anus, then a blinding pain as the
wooden spoon was jammed up my tush.  Keri was now licking my earlobe and
pawing my breasts.  Twisting one nipple as she pulled the spoon out then
twisting the other as she pushed it back in.  Just then the cycle ended and
it went back to soak.  "Tell me you want me to fuck your asshole with this
wooden spoon," she hissed, "Tell me!" "Please" "Please what?" The spoon was
now touching places inside of me, if the truth be known, massaging my pussy
from the inside.  "Please fuck me up the ass with my wooden spoon." She
jammed it back up, scratching the itch up in my chute.  "The spoon you
serve your family dinner with," another orgasm was building.  "Do you think
Bob will notice the smell of your asshole as he serves up dinner, tonight?"
The orgasm crashed down on me and I felt my limbs going weak.  "You've had
your cum you little slut," I felt Kerri's strong arms lift me from the
washer and lay me down on the floor.  All my senses were reeling from the
multiple orgasms I had received and I was as limp as a doll.  "Now it's my
turn." I looked up and noticed that Kerri wasn't wearing any panties under
her sundress.  "I would have never guessed," Kerri began squatting down,
covering my face with her skirt.  "If your sister hadn't come by," She
raised her skirt to look into my eyes, "she told me all about you two
growing up and how she could make you do anything." She lowered her torso
until her pussy lips were touching my nose, "But I have a different way of
sitting on someone's face." Her pussy was literally dripping onto my face,
her scent filling my nostrils.  I felt that familiar feeling welling up
inside, helplessness; humiliation and I stuck out my tongue and swiped it
across her lips.  "That's a girl," she purred, "Lick me right there." I
couldn't believe it, I felt a certain calm lying there and, if the truth be
known, and a certain excitement as my pussy began to lubricate again and my
back hole spasmed around the wooden spoon.  I felt Kerri shift and put all
her weight on me now with her thighs holding my head in place and the last
thing I heard was.  "Mary says that she hasn't sat on your face in a very
long time," the Cheshire grin once again, "She'll be over any time now."