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INTRODUCTION
THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW was first shown on CBS from 1961-1966. It was
created by Carl Reiner — for himself. But after viewing the pilot, he
wisely decided to cast Van Dyke in the role of Rob Petrie, the head
writer for “The Alan Brady Show.” Reiner later took the role of Alan
Brady.
Trivia from the series abounds, because of the huge amount of talent
involved in the production. Jerry Paris, who played the dentist
neighbor of the Petries, directed many of the episodes, and went on to
direct such series as The Odd Couple, Happy Days, and Laverne and
Shirley among others.
The show made a star of Van Dyke and his co-star, Mary Tyler Moore,
who (of course) went on to spectacular success with her own show in
1970.
Morey Amsterdam and Rose Marie were vaudeville performers before the
series, and have done countless guest roles on other series as well.
Rose Marie was a regular on The Hollywood Squares and The Match blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured Game.
The show, despite the fact that the entire run was in black-and-white,
has never left television — somewhere — since the shows were made.
It is now shown on cable’s Nickelodeon channel.
This particular sitcom is unusual in television history, because it
was one of the first to actually came to a close. In the final
episode, Rob Petrie’s book was published, and he resigned from the
“Alan Brady Show” to pursue a literary career. [Mary Tyler Moore took
a similar course when her series concluded, and other more recent
series, like M*A*S*H, have followed suit.]
But this story takes place in the middle of the series, in the year
1963.
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THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW:
“Even Alan Brady Can’t Do THAT on Television!”
The lights were out. Laura lay on her side under the covers. She heard the
bedsprings from the other twin bed blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured in the room, and smiled, silently,
listening. She heard the small “snaps” as pajama bottoms were undone, then felt
the slight chill as her covers were lifted, and he climbed into her bed behind
her.
She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, and reached back,
patting his hip. His arms reached around her, caressing her breasts through her
thin, silky nightie, bringing her nipples to full, sensitive erection. He
nuzzled her neck, kissing it as his hand roamed down her body toward her
crotch.
She moaned softly as his fingers found the warmth of her groin, and she parted
her knees slightly to allow his fingers to explore further. He slipped a
fingertip under the edge of her panties, pushing the croch of the lacy garment
aside, as his fingers explored her outer lips.
She rolled over on her back. He kissed the side of her face, then she turned to
meet his kiss with her lips, their tongues sliding together. As they kissed,
she reached down and pushed her panties down on her hips, lifting her ass
slightly off the bed to allow them to move. She raised her knees, and pushed
the panties blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured on down her legs, then dropped her legs back down to the bed. She
kicked the panties off, as his fingers began to explore again.
She reached over, and wrapped her fingers around his engorged penis, hard and
stiff. She could see in her mind’s eye its throbbing, purple head, the large
veins that ran down the shaft.
He plunged a finger into her, and she gasped as his thumb found her clit,
rolling it like a marble in vaseline. She felt her abdomen warm, the warmth
starting at the tip of her clit, spreading through her body.
She also felt a trickle of moisture that ran from her honey-hole down to her
asshole.
He felt it, too. He slid down, kissing her breast through her nightie, then
pulling himself out of her hand, as he slid down between her legs. She lifted
her knees, pulling them widely apart, as he applied his tongue to her clit; the
gentleness of his tongue as compared to the roughness of his thumb pleased her,
and she moaned softly.
His fingers were still inside her, and she felt him pressing against the
sensitive places inside; he knew her body well.
Her breath blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured quickened, and she arched her back as she felt the first tremors of
orgasm approach. He held her tightly, pressing his tongue against her clit,
just barely moving it, until she began to shake.
She slid into orgasm, her vaginal muscles clasping his fingers, and he slid his
tongue slowly over her clit as she climaxed.
She pulled on his head. He slid up her body, his cock seeking the warmth and
wetness of her vagina. It slid in, stretching her nether lips around it,
filling her.
He pushed his full length into her, and she clasped his hips with her legs,
trying to pull even more of him into her. She felt his pubic bone pressing
against her clit, and she rolled her hips slightly from front to back, rubbing
her love-button against him, until she was nearly ready to climax again.
He began to make small strokes, really rocking his hips in opposition to her
movements, his cock barely moving inside her. Her lips sought his.
As they breathed together, their tongues trying to exchange places, she dropped
her grip on his hips, and he began to move more freely.
His strokes became longer, although all blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured he was moving was his pelvis. He was
pulling almost completely out of her, then plunging deeply inside again.
She was climaxing again, her vagina clasping at his cock as he stroked, then
she felt him tense up. He pushed fully inside her again, and as he ejaculated,
she wrapped her legs around him again, holding him tightly inside her as he
gushed his seed into her happy body.
They rolled over, still joined at the hips, holding tightly to each other.
“Oh, Rob,” she breathed, softly.
:::
Rob Petrie was lying on the sofa in the office, his hand covering his eyes.
Sally Rogers was at the typewriter, her chin leaning on her fist. Pacing back
and forth across the room was Buddy Rogers, leaning forward, his hands knotted
behind his back.
“Now, Alan comes in dressed in a chicken suit…” Rob intoned, hoping for some
help.
Mel Cooley stepped in through the open door.
“…and he runs smack blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured dab into a giant roll-on deodorant,” Buddy cracked.
Mel just looked at him, down his nose. He turned to Rob.
“Sorry, Rob, but there’s been a change of plans.”
Rob sat up. “What now, Mel?”
“Our guest star had an accident on the set of his new movie. We’re trying to
get another guest.”
“Oh, gee, Mel, we already wrote the guest star sketch, tailored just to him.
What kind of accident?”
“Well, you know his trademark? Where he jumps off the roof of a building onto
the back of his horse and rides off?”
“Yeah…” Rob nodded.
“Well, the horse backed up. The saddle horn…”
Rob covered his face with his hands. Buddy fell to the floor, holding his
groin. Sally sat back in her chair and roared.
“They say he won’t be able to walk for a week, or sit down for longer than
that.” Mel frowned.
Buddy sat up on the floor. “So who’s the guest now? John Wayne? James Arness?
And who’s that guy on ‘Rawhide’ … Clint Westwood?”
“Eastwood, I think,” Sally said. “Who’s the new guest, Mel?”
“Gina Broccilucci. She’s in New York this Friday only, then has to back to Rome
right after the show blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured that night.”
Buddy dropped back to the floor with a thud.
Rob looked up at Mel. “That means the cowboy sketch is competely out,” he said,
shaking his head.
“Unless she likes to dress up in leather and pack a gun…” Sally said,
smiling.
“Hey, I’ve seen her in leather,” Buddy said.
“Really?” Sally asked.
“Yeah,” Buddy sat up again. “That movie… The Bondage of Brenda.”
“What was it about?”
“I don’t know; I couldn’t keep my eyes on the subtitles.” He shook his hand as
if putting out a match. “She’s HOT!”
Mel looked at him blankly, then turned again to Rob. “Well, Rob, Alan expects
to have a new script this afternoon.”
“Tell him… tell him we’ll have it for him,” Rob said, rubbing his face.
“Good.” Mel turned on his heel and marched out of the office.
Rob sighed, puffing out his cheeks. Sally looked at him, and a sly smile came
across her face.
“Say,” she said, “why don’t we put Alan in that movie Buddy was talking about?”
Rob cocked his head. “What’s your idea?”
Sally got up and walked out from behind the desk.
“Gina walks in,” Sally said, taking the role. She steps up to Alan, blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured and says
something in Italian. We put up subtitles that say, ‘Hello, sailor!’”
Buddy joined in, taking on Alan’s role. “Then Alan says something in that fake
Italian he does, and the subtitle says, ‘I’m not a sailor, but I want to float
in your ocean.’”
Sally turned toward Buddy, and placed a hand on his crotch. “You must be a
sailor; I can feel your mast.”
Buddy put his hands on her breasts. “Then these must be the beacons.”
Sally pulled her blouse open, revealing her black lace bra. “My beacons are
flashing. My port is empty.”
Buddy leaned forward, putting his face between her breasts. “My tide is
rising.”
Sally dropped to the floor, pulling Buddy on top of her. Buddy began to
dry-hump her, as Sally cried, “My ship has come in!”
Rob stood up, and stepped over to the hallway door, and pushed it closed. He
shook his head at the other two, as they stood up and Sally began to rebutton
her blouse.
“You know we can’t do that on television,” Rob said, in a soft voice.
“Who’s talking about television?” Buddy said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s time
for a horny-break.”
Rob shook his head again. “We blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured don’t have time for a horny-break. We have to get
this script ready.”
Sally stepped over and took Rob’s arm. “Let’s get it over with, Rob. You know
he doesn’t take very long, anyway.”
“It’s in my contract,” Buddy said.
Rob threw up his hands. He stepped over to the door, opened it, and hung a sign
that said “Creating. Do Not Disturb” on the hook under their names. He closed
the door again, and threw the deadbolt.
“All right,” he said, resignedly. “Horny-break.”
Buddy grinned, as he unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor. His
small, erect cock stuck out from the opening in the front of his boxer shorts.
“So,” smiled Sally, “what is it to be?”
“Doggie-style, on the coffee table,” Buddy said, quickly.
Sally nodded. She unbuttoned her skirt, and slipped it off, hanging it neatly
over her desk. She reached up under her slip, and pulled down her white silk
panties, stepping out of them. She hoisted up her slip, revealing her
white-skinned ass. She held her slip up around her waist, as she turned and
walked over to the coffee table.
Rob looked at her as she turned, noting that she had blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured shaved her pubic hair into
the shape of a heart. He smiled, and Sally smiled back as she glanced down at
herself.
“I think I should dye it red,” she grinned.
She knelt down beside the coffee table, and leaned over it, pushing her ass
high up into the air.
Buddy slid in behind her, and with one hand, guided his cockhead to the
entrance to her vagina. Positioned, he placed a hand on each side of her hips,
and pressed forward.
Sally gasped as he entered her, initial pain followed by instant pleasure, as
he began slow, measured strokes. She began to press back against his hips as he
moved, trying to get him to stroke deeper, to press against her clit.
Buddy gasped, and he pressed forward suddenly, his cock jerking with his
orgasm, filling Sally’s pussy with his spunk. He pulled out, and stumbled over
to a chair, collapsing on it.
Sally dropped her hips down, and sat back on her heels. She looked over at
Buddy for a moment, then at Rob.
“Are you sure you won’t let me do you this time?” she asked.
Rob shook his head. Sally stood up, and took a tissue blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured from a box on her desk.
She turned her back on the two men, raised her slip again and wiped herself,
then put her panties and skirt back on again.
Rob tossed Buddy’s pants over to him. He put them on, slowly.
“Are you two done now?” Rob asked. “Can we get back to work?”
The other two writers nodded. Rob returned to the door, opened it and took down
the “Creating” sign, and went back to the sofa. He lay down, his hand on his
head. Sally moved back around her desk to the typewriter, and put her head on
her hand, resting the elbow on the desk. Buddy began pacing… their thinking
positions.
“So Alan walks in, dressed in a chicken suit…” Rob said.
:::
“Hi, Honey,” Rob said, stepping into the kitchen through the back door.
Laura leaned forward, and Rob kissed her.
“Richie’s staying all night at his friend Billy’s,” Laura grinned. “We have blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured the
evening all to ourselves.”
“Good,” nodded Rob. “Let’s go to the movies.”
“Oh, Rob,” Laura said.
“Actually,” Rob said, dipping a finger into a saucepan on the stove, “it’s sort
of work-related. Our guest star this week got changed, and I’ve never seen
anything she’s done.”
Laura nodded. “Okay, Now get cleaned up. Supper’s ready.
:::
Rob and Laura drove up to the parking lot beside the theater. Laura looked up
at the marquee. “The Bondage of Brenda?” she asked.
Rob shrugged. “It’s a foreign film. Subtitled.”
He parked the car, then stepped around the back to her door and opened it.
Laura stepped out, and they walked together to the ticket booth. Laura pulled
her short jacket close around her, as a chilly November breeze blew past. He
bought their tickets and they stepped through the door.
“Is it going to rain?” Laura asked, turning toward Rob.
“I don’t think so, why?”
“A lot of the men in here are blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured wearing raincoats.”
Rob frowned and looked around. Sure enough, several of the men in the lobby
were wearing raincoats or trenchcoats. He shrugged it off, and stepped up to
the refreshment counter.
“I’d like two small popcorns and two small Cokes, please,” he said.
“We don’t got small popcorn,” the pimple-faced girl behind the counter frowned.
“We got large, extra-large, and tubs.”
“Okay. I’ll take two large popcorns and two small Cokes.”
“The drinks are large, jumbo and super.”
Rob sighed. “All right, two large popcorn and two large Cokes.”
“No Coke, just Pepsi.”
“Pepsis, then.”
She set his order on the counter. “That’ll be six-fifty.”
Rob was stunned. “The tickets were just four dollars.”
The girl shrugged. Rob put the money on the counter, and handed Laura a drink
and popcorn. He picked up the rest, and they walked into the auditorium.
Rob found a couple of seats down midway, and they sat down. Almost immediately,
the lights in the theater lowered, and the movie began.
Rob winced as he saw the movie start; the print was scratched, dirty, and the
projector needed focusing.
He held Laura’s hand, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
He pointed out Gina Broccilucci when blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured she appeared on the screen. “That’s our
guest star.”
The plotline was thin, and moved slowly, until in the second reel, Gina’s
character walked naked onto the screen.
Laura gasped. The girl on the screen was completely naked, and they were even
showing her pubic hair!
“What kind of movie is this?” she whispered.
“Shhh,” Rob hushed her. “If it gets too bad, we’ll leave.”
Laura nodded.
The girl on the screen was grabbed, roughly. Two men began to fondle her body,
pushing her up against a wall. Her hands and feet were manacled to the wall.
The camera panned down her body, giving the audience a full-screen closeup of
her face, her breasts, her navel, her pubic area.
Laura watched, fascinated and repulsed at the same time. The two men on the
screen began to suck at her breasts, pawing at her body. Then one of them
dropped his pants. The camera watched from behind as he apparently put his
penis into her.
She watched the girl’s face; despite her protests, she could see that the girl
was enjoying herself.
Laura glanced up at Rob’s face. He was watching, intent, his jaw dropped open.
She casually leaned on him, dropping her blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured free hand into his lap.
She edged it toward his crotch, and felt a familiar bulge. Rob was enjoying the
movie; his cock was hard.
She glanced around the theater; there were very few women in the audience. The
men in the audience around her had apparently come alone, each were sitting
with gaps of seats between them.
Laura put her attention back to the screen. The second man had taken the first
one’s place. Laura watched the man’s naked ass contract and relax as he screwed
the bound young woman.
Laura pressed her hand against Rob’s cock through his pants. He looked down at
her, then around them. Could anyone see them?
He held his popcorn cup on the leg opposite Laura, blocking — he hoped — view
of Laura’s wandering hand.
Laura slipped her hand up to his zipper, pulling it down, slowly and quietly.
She slid her hand into his open fly, and through the opening in the front of
his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his stiffening cock.
The movie screen was darkened; there were scenes of a dungeon-like room, Gina’s
character was lost in a maze, apparently.
Laura took advantage of the darkened blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured scene, to pull Rob’s cock out of his
pants. Using her thumb, she massaged the head of his cock. Rob moaned.
She glanced at the screen. The Gina-character was still wandering around naked
in the dark. Laura glanced behind her. There were only a few men scattered
behind her, their faces upturned to the screen.
Laura slipped down in her seat, leaning over Rob’s lap. She extended her
tongue, and touched the head of his cock.
Rob jumped as he felt her tongue. He glanced down, then to left and right.
Nobody watching. He felt her lips sliding down his shaft and the warmth of her
mouth on his cock.
She rolled her tongue around his cockhead. She could feel his body stiffening.
She redoubled her movements, until with a gentle grunt, he came, filling her
mouth with semen. She sucked gently until he stopped spurting, then swallowed.
She tucked his deflating penis back into his pants. She strugled a moment with
his zipper, until he reached down and pulled it closed himself.
She raised back up in her seat, and lay her head on his shoulder again, just as
the picture on the screen became brighter again.
They blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured sat there as the film unreeled… Gina tied naked to a wheel, Gina tied
ass-up over a sawhorse, Gina tied face down on a table… all the while, the
two men pawing her body, filling the screen with simulated sex. At least Laura
thought it was simulated…
The movie ended. Laura thought she heard the sounds of zippers being pulled up
all around the auditorium, but she must have been mistaken.
:::
Rob turned out the light. Laura waited to hear his bedsprings creak as he
climbed into bed. She got up, shrugged out of her nightie, and stepped across
the short space beteen their beds. She slipped under his covers and into his
arms.
They cuddled and kissed, and Laura’s hand slipped down to his penis, hard and
hot, standing away from his body. She unsnapped his pajama bottoms, freeing his
cock from all restraints.
She straddled his body, leaning forward to brush her taut nipples across blindfolded gagged bdsm redhead tortured his
chest. She reached back, grasping his penis, guiding it to the entrance to her
vagina.
When she felt his cockhead between
