"A truth thats told with cruel intent beats any lie you might invent!" ANON "ANY simularities between MY reality and yours is purely coincidental." Doggystyle NOTE: to all my readers-thanx for ALL of your nice emails! glad you find the story amusing. thanx for the hate mail too, he-he, they made my day. Unfortunaly, for some misterious reason this story is proving very hard to write. usually I can whip up a short story in 3 days butt this one is fighting with me. Anyway, I won't abandone it. Far from it. Dear Casahobo has proven to be a great character and I am just begining. He will have many many more adventures. Look for him next as he visits japan and goes one on one with James Bond! Casahobo on vacation "I have this thing about cameras, see," explained Casahobo "I HATE them. I don't want to be filmed, ever, it makes me uncomfortable!" "Better get used to it, honey-bunnie," giggiled Natasha, "this being the paranoid new England, cameras are everywhere now days. Makes us behaive ourselves, you know?" Toonia silently agreed. It was amasing how different they were, observed Casahobo again, as different as night and day. Natasha had a permanent goofy smile on her increadibly full bodied red lips, and Casahobo often found himself thinking how great it can be if he can slip his dick between them. It might be just a dream though, for the two women were lovers. Natasha was older, talked non-stop and was always hyper, while Toonia was much younger, always queit, her head down, and eyed suspitiously everyone who got near her. They both wore identical black biker leather jackets, Levi's jeans and boots. Toonia was tall, skinny as a boy, her tiny tits all pointy, her hair currently blonde, with lots of eye shadow and black lipstick while Natasha sported an impossibly shaded dark burgundy, very curly hair with no make up at all and had thick coke-bottles glasses because she refused to get the laser eye surgery. The early morning sun was still trying to burn the famous british fog, butt not doing a very good job of it. Everything was gray and a bit chilly. "Fine," said Natasha, I will buy your damn ciggies then, gimme the money!" She exited the van, slaming the door. Toonia was quiet as a mouse in the back, probably afraid he might jump her or something. Who knows how the mind of a young dyke operates? Casahobo turned around in his seat, butt her face was all in shadows and unreadable. "She is jelous of me, and besides, I am twice as old as she is." He knew a lot about the two of them, having met Natasha online over 5 years ago. She was a nut, acting like a dumb broad, asking lots of stupid and pointless questions, and annoying the hell out of people seemed like her favorite past time. She had a viotile temper, and could get upset at almost nothing. At first he thought she was just another man-hater with a penis envy butt she actually called herself poly-sexual "I'd boink ANYTHING that moves, he-he!" she claimed. Her sexuality changed like the weather, butt finally she had settled into a long-term relationship with Toonia who was 10 years her junior. Toonia was just 17 at the time, and no matter how much Natasha had tried, Toonia never became interested in men. Casa had taken his vacation and arranged a meeting with them, not knowing what will come out of it, if anything. So far, Toonia snubbed him totally and Natasha tried not to flirt with him too much, even if she gave him hopeful hints. It would be good if he would get some from her, butt he doubt it. A nice fantasy if he can get both of them in bed together and..oh well... Natasha came back, breaking his fantasy. She clumbed into the driver's seat grinning, and handed him a full plastic bag. Inside was a bag of chips, 2 bottles of Coke(TM), bottles of mineral water, several candy bars and his small ciggies. On top was a Trojan condom. Casahobo blinked. Was this a come on? "Got mineral water for you, Tiger!" Natasha raised her voice, casually dropping her hand into the bag, brushed the condom out of sight and handed the mineral water bottles to Toonia. For the last 3 days they had been driving up Englands's coast, visiting all the usual tourist places. It had been weird to say the least, being around the two of them all day long. Early May, butt the weather was lousy, too foggy and they didn't have much fun. Toonia was ultra polite, saying very little and mostly listening. Natasha was just the oposite, animated, trying to cheer them up, her mouth always talking, eyes shining, jumping from topic to topic, talking about politics, her homeland. At night they would find a place and park the long van. The women shared the pull-out bed while he roughed in a sleeping bag. The floor was carpeted, so it was OK. He lay there, hoping they will start to make out, butt.... "So, where to now?" asked Natasha. "Shall we continue?" She pushed her glasses up her nose with her middle finger, opened a Coke bottle, wrapped her thick lips around it and sucked almost all in one long pull, then let out a long satisfied belch. "I think we should call it quits. Damn weather's sh-tty. Let's go 'ome." "Good" said Toonia from the back seat, "I am dirty. I wanna take a shower." Natasha looked at him. "You agree, Casa? How long you got left in your vacation?" "No matter," he answered her, "I am freelance, self-employed, and with the net, I can work just about anywhere. I need to check my e-mail anyway. How long will it take us to get back?" Natasha shrugged. " We can be back by evening. You wanna stay with us a day or so more? We got a spare bed. Or you gotto go someplace?" Was that ANOTHER invitation, he wondered. "Uh, yes, I can stay over a day or so if Toonia wants me to." "I don't mind." Toonia lied from the back seat. "Great!" grinned Natasha I will cook you all my special dinner then and we all can get horribly drunk and you can tell us stories about yourself! Hiidee-hoo...!!!" She expertly backed the van out of the little store space, made an illigal turn and slapped the radio on. "I NEED some techno, techno, techno! When will car stereos play MP3 CDs?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- By late 21 hours Casahobo was having the most bizzare and memorable experience of his life. For a start, another lesbian couple shared Natasha's house. Normally any man surrounded by 4 women would feel he had it made, butt they were all dykes(as far as he knew) so flirting was out of the question. Natasha also had a huge female very friendly doberman who came over and sniffed Casa's crotch. Seeing this, Natasha giggiled and told him he was officially accepted. To top it off since it was Friday evening, several more of their friends including a few men dropped by and a party was in full swing. Casa felt like solder tiptoping across a minefield. He wondered what he had gotten himself into. Everyone was very nice though and curtious, even when Natasha warned them Casa was a breeder(which drew laughs all around) and loudly asked them to please NOT tease him about it. To include him in the conversation she also told them he was a world traveler and a computer expert and urged him to share a travel story he had. He decided if things got uncomfortable enough that he could always leave. Toonia sat in a circular bowl-shaped chair that she claimed as hers and kept on staring at him with her green cat eyes, while Natasha busied herself in the kitchen, dressed in loose old blue jeans, cooking and gigging with her other flatmates. Natasha would wonder back and forth dropping irrelevently funny comments right in the middle of the conversation. She served drinks, swinging her wide generous hips around, showed everyone her tongue, then announced if they wanted seconds they will have to make it themselves. She appeared to be a bit tipsy. She insisted on playing fast hardcore techno music, everyone was gossiping non-stop, patting the dog, and 2 of the women were manding a phone that kept on ringing. One was a young cute looking in the face butt increadibly fat girl who would grab the cordless phone, go into the next room and stay in there for a while talking. Casa couldn't figure it out first. Then she came back choking with laughter and put the caller on the speaker so everyone else could hear it too. She was running a home sex-phone line and her current client wanted to be fucked up the ass with a strap on. Everyone hawled at that point and gathered around to listen and giggle in their sleeves. Casahobo sat incomfortable, blinking and trying to keep cool face, as the girl calmly and in detail talked about strapping a dildo and doing the guy, asking him all the while how it felt. Even Natasha and her cooks came over to listen, snickering. The event proved to be a huge hit and people were brushing tears out of their eyes from laughing so hard. Then Natasha called everyone for dinner. She told them it went great with beer, even if she would drink her usual Rum & Coke and chased everybody to wash their hands first. She had cooked filled green peepers, arabic style, and she made everyone gather around a table or sit on the floor, claiming "Thass how we eat in Israel, you know." She plunked right next to Toonia, hugged and kissed her gently right on the mouth. "Hi Tiger, did you miss me?" Toonia gave her a sunny smile, and whispered something in her lover's ear, got up and went to wash. She was much less gloomy being among all her dyke friends. Casahobo tried real hard not to look at the super-tight 19 years old teen butt, passing within reach. Natasha smirked, squinting nearsightedly at him. Casa again wished he could just take his dick out and stick it between her fat red lips. She pushed her loose eye glasses up again and started giving commands to people again butt people just laughed at her because everyone was a bit drunk already, even Casa was on his third beer against his better judgment. It had brought down his defenses considerably. As they all sat down to eat, Casahobo finally began to relax a little, even if he was surrounded by no less than 15 pretty drunk gays and lesbians. They were becoming people to him, indiviguals with separate personalities. Mo, another of Natasha's flatmates, a skinny woman with no tits at all, was curious what he was doing in England. She had noticed his accent. One of the man, a black good looking guy told stories about his travels to Egipt. he told them all about the gay clubs the Egiption goverment was trying to close down and how the gay men there had to keep a secret society. -------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------