WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ REVISITING CASSIE

Come join us in our expose' on Cassi from BEYOND THE THRESHOLD.  She is a fun-loving, full-bodied hottie, who has her own unique look and style.  We thought it would be fun to expose, with emphasis on the word expose some of her outfits over the next several weeks.

ALL ABOUT CASSI

It was New Year's Day, night.  The Seacove was closed, Cassi had keys and she opened it for her and Beef and a few of his artist friends.

It was a painted body party.  The boyfriends privately painted their gals prior to arriving.

Cassi had organized everything.  Her decorations consisted of streamers with saucy, half-naked ladies from a pin-up girl era and Betty Boop boobies, glittered dazzled dildos table toppers sat adjacent to blow up lips.  An enormous cake in the shape of naked breasts with peach skin icing and rosy pink nipples fondant appliqués resided at a table that held penis-shaped metallic colored confetti of varying bright hues.  

When her guests entered, the gals ooohed and awwwed, exchanged hugs and quick chatters of exhilaration, girl huggles and cheek air kisses.

They all removed their coats, and squeals of compliments erupted.  The guys buddy-hugged appreciating the other's talents.

Cassie fanned her hand out, encouraging a  cat walk where pictures were taken.  The exquisitely painted women sashayed and reflected off the long night-darkened windows, making the bar seem full of replicating images.

There were more eyes than thought, witnessing these beauties flaunt their art, their bodies, their sexuality.  Hidden in the shadow was a dark figure, a huge man.  He had been waiting in shadows for Hannah.  Now, he found these doxies compelling.  He heard some of their dialog, saw every nuance of their forms, and physically stood interested.

Rags Fontana had dolled up his girl, Collette.  She was painted in a Las Vegas theme.  A fanned Royal Flush splayed over her pussy, while roulette wheels rounded her melon sized tits.  Dice rolled out of her belly button. 

Rags noted, "You can all observe that Collette is the perfect vice with matching dice."

The guys rated her with three kisses and she got to pick who gave them to her.  Surprisingly, Cassi was one asked.

Deiter Heater, aka the Eater, had spent hours transforming Katie Anne into a dreamscape.

"You will observe I went old-school with hip hugger jeans.  Everything goes with jeans." 

This enormously breasted female was painted in casual wear.  A blue halter top, nippliciously obvious.  A pair of hip hugger jean shortie-shorts.  Her plump labia was overtly protruding, which required up-close study by each of the guys.  "It's real," she assured, "Someone touch it."

Cassi used two fingers and fiddled with the lips in question, removed them, smelled, and offered them to Beef to sniff as if a delicate flower. 

Beef announced, "Real," winked, "sweet... a treat... to eat."  High-fived Eater, "Lucky dude!"

The girl said, "You can.  I'm offering."

Cassi replied, "Only if I can share."

Wingnut Luffknutt, a full-time machinists part-time artist, went biblical on his gal, Eva.    

The galfriend was painted in a Garden of Eden motif.  A apple covered one nipple, and the snake peered from her pussy.  Vegetation fancied the remainder of her skin.  She bantered, "I sin."

Wingnut reacted, "A lot!"

She was given three kisses. She asked for all three to be on her apple.

Cassi was as if wearing lingerie which took Beef five hours to fabricate.  He dawdled.  Why?  Cassi was naked!  

Her thigh-high stockings were orange and white feathers woven.  They were gartered to a hauntingly interesting flock of orange and white birds molting.  She wore no panties, though one feather appeared to be exiting her pussy.  Her under-bodice ended to reveal her remarkable tits.  The nipples were feather covered, one orange and one white.

Beef was proud.  The group studied Cassi and gave her look four kisses.  She took them all from each guy, in the pantry, giving them all seven seconds in heaven.

The group drank and talked and drank and talked dirty.

One suggested that they swap boyfriends.

Another suggested that they have one orgy pile.
Another offered up the possibility that the gals put on a sex show for their guys.

Talk could be fun, but the truth was they all fucked their own dates, in the same room, at the same time.

The voyeur in the shadow studied, deemed them as all being harlots, and felt they required the judgment by a greater force.  "I'd be that force's tool."  He knew none of this ended here, this night, and the throes of orgasmic squawks, but would end later, in a dark, dank, and more pious place.  There were those priestly men who needed to know of these harlots.

Blurb for BEYOND THE THRESHOLD

It didn-t shock Sheriff Adam McGreggor to discover the owner of the local seaside nightclub was once part of a sect. Hannah Holt-s entire appearance and attitude just didn-t fit her profession. Her reluctance to press charges against an assailant that left her battered and drugged, however, did shock Adam to his core. Even more jolting was his instantaneous attraction to this woman who fought his every advance.
But Hannah has a secret he cannot begin to fathom ... she is from a parallel world....

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