Free Dreams of a Virgin by John Foltin Page B

Jeff.”
    Little did everyone in the newsroom know that
the tanker had wrecked only a mile away from the studio. While the
crash area was secured, the gas had seeped into the station’s
ventilation system and into the newsroom.
    “Thank you, Tabitha. And now, we go to Ashley
for today’s weather.”
    Ashley had been breathing in the gas for
several minutes now, and the effects began to show.
    “Well, Jeff. It seemed like we were going to
have a normal day today.” She let her hair down. “Then a high
pressure system hit the northern area.” She began to unbutton her
top. “As the pressure builds, the temperature begins to rise.” She
removed her top. “Which leads to an increase in moisture in the
southern part of the area.” She unzipped her skirt. “The forecast
for tonight... A hot, long, rough night filled with sexual activity
and a possibility of precipitation.” She started walking toward
me.
    “Thank you, Ashley. We’ll be back after
this.”
    As they cut to commercial, Ashley wrapped her
arms around me and kissed me hard and long. Back from commercial, I
had to break free from her lip lock.
    “Okay, we’re back. Time to go to Chuck with a
look at international news.”
    By now everyone in the newsroom had been
affected by the gas. Ashley proceeded to remove her bra. The
cameraman kept his camera on us instead of panning to Chuck, who
also felt a bit tipsy.
    The control room had also been affected by
the gas. Where normally they would have played footage of the
stories, they kept the broadcast on us in the studio.
    Ignoring the cue cards and focusing on Ashley
stroking my member, “Well, in Warsaw, a German woman was arrested
today in the death of her husband. She said she caught him cheating
on her and decided to beat the Pole.”
    At this point, she removed her panties and
inserted said member into her now flooded plain. “From Bangkok, a
new mayor was elected. When asked for comment about his defeat, the
incumbent said, ‘I can’t bereive I rost the erection.’” The camera
was still focused on me and Ashley. “Back to you, Jeff.”
    By now, the network president was irate. He
tried again and again to contact the control booth to pull the plug
on the broadcast. Every time he called, no one answered.
    My hair was a mess. My shirt was ripped open,
and I was still inside Ashley. Out of breath, “Thanks ... Chuck.
And now ... in sports ... here’s Tim.” Again, our lips locked.
Instead of panning to Tim, the camera remained on us. Tim had to
speak loudly to talk over Ashley’s screams.
    “Thanks, Jeff. We start in the world of the
LPGA. In the final round of the tournament in Intercourse, PA, the
leader approaches the eighteenth hole. She grabs hold of the
shaft,” as Ashley pulled away and grabbed mine, “stares long and
hard at the balls, and swings.” She reinserted. “Oh, it’s in the
bush. But she goes on to win.”
    As she tried to reinsert, I pulled out and
bent her over the desk. “And in college football, we go to USC vs.
South Carolina. With time winding down, the ‘Cocks quarterback goes
deep to the tight end.” By now, I was inserted deep into her tight
end. “Look at him go, breaking through the Trojan line. He could go
all the way. He scores.”
    As I finished up, I was exhausted and laid
next to Ashley. “And finally, at the marathon, our leader has
pulled away from the pack. His pace is quick, yet efficient. Uh oh.
It looks like he finally hit the wall.” I was passed out at the
desk, my hand groping Ashley’s exquisite chest. “We’ll keep you
abreast of the race as it finishes. Back to you, Jeff.”
    I was still passed out. “Jeff? Well, for Jeff
and the rest of us here at the news, good night, and if it’s news,
you’ll see it here first.”
     
     

CONQUERING OUR DREAMS
    Power can make a man feel invincible. But it’s how
you use that power that makes the difference.
     
    As dawn broke in the country of Lower
Umbridge, I led my army in an invasion. It