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Kate and Linda left the mall and decided to drive downtown and see part2

Friday, August 31st, 2007

building. She herded them into an elevator, and punched the highest button.
“I hope you guys aren’t afraid of heights!” she joked. The car clacked and
jerked to a stop on the 45th floor. The five stepped out cautiously into
the hall, looking about. It was deserted. Linda led them to a steel door
that opened up to the brilliantly sunny roof area.
They looked around at the various vents, blowers and mechanical
equipment positioned randomly on the roof.

“C’mon, guys, over here,” Linda motioned, bringing them to one edge of
the roof. They looked down over the parapet and gazed for a moment at the
street scene below them. “I’ve always wanted to fuck up on top of a
building!” said Linda, smiling. “Line up, guys, and drop ‘em.” she
commanded. Kate was amazed at the way Linda took charge. The three men
looked at them, then shrugged their shoulders and peeled down their running
shorts. Three large and growing jock-straps stared the girls in the face.

“Hmmmm. Nice cups, guys. Jack, you first” Linda pointed at one man. He
peeled the athletic supporter down. His almost fully erect cock sprang up,
bouncing and gleaming in the sunlight. In turn, Bob and Roger shed their
remaining clothes, standing there in sneakers and pubic hair.

“Ok, here’s the story. We want your sperm. That’s all. But not in the
usual way. We’ll only touch you with our hair. We’ll wrap it around your
cocks and you can jerk off with it, but that’s it. And when you come, you
have to catch it all in the palm of your hand. After that, who knows?” Linda
ordered. Kate knew what was after that…

Jack said “What, no fucking or sucking? That seems like a waste, you
know?”

“Hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. If you don’t agree, there’s
the door.” Linda returned. The men slowly nodded in agreement. Linda and
Kate walked over to them and knelt in the small semi-circle formed by the
young men. The guys started pulling their cocks, and the women leaned
forward, allowing them access to their hair. It was strange at first, the
men thought, feeling the soft, silky locks around their cocks, but it
rapidly grew erotic and sexy. Linda had Bob and Rogers cocks tunneling
through her longer hair, while Kate enjoyed the feel of Jack’s penis as it
rubbed sexily through her scalp. The women leaned back, and Kate pulled her
sweater up over her head, baring her chest completely. Linda was quick to
follow. The men gazed longingly at the full breasts of each woman, watching
in fascination as the four nipples hardened and turned rigid. Kate reached
over to tweak Linda’s left breast, and Linda turned to her and did the same
to Kate’s right tit.

“Like this, guys?” Kate spoke for the first time.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, rub her nipple, make the cunt hot!” grunted Roger.

Kate moaned as Linda’s fingers kneaded and teased her aroused flesh.
Above them, the men were rapidly rising towards orgasm, stroking their cocks
and gazing at the beautiful women at their feet.

“Don’t forget guys, come in your hands. Save it all.” Linda reminded
them.

“Oh, man, this is farfucking out” said Bob, through clenched teeth. “I’m
gonna shoot off any second now.” He backed away from Linda’s head slightly,
and started making long strokes down the shaft of his cock. Linda broke her
own rule, reaching up to massage and fondle his scrotum. She tickled his
balls, urging the warm semen being readied for it’s journey up the shaft and
out the tip of Bob’s reddening cock. Then he quickly brought his left hand
around and pointed the tip of his cock at it.

“Watch this, I’m gonna cuuuuummmmm!” he groaned. Linda felt his balls
tighten up in their sack and watched fascinated as a thick streamer of semen
flew from the head of his cock and splattered wetly in his cupped left hand.
Again she felt his balls churn, and she squeezed them, coaxing every bit of
available sperm out of them. Bob groaned again, and another jet of cum
headed for his hand.

“fuckfuckfuck I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg”
he groaned through clenched teeth, as the pleasurable shivers ran through
this body and were evidenced by the rapidly pulsing cock in his right hand.
He pulsed three more squirts of sperm into his hand before his body untensed
and he shrank back, emptied.

“Not bad, not bad at all. Let’s see what you’ve got.” said Linda. She
gently put her fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand towards her.
“Hmmm. About an ounce and a half, I’d say. What about you, Kate?” she
questioned, turning the palm towards her friend.

“Yep, that looks about right. Nice and thick, too, not so watery and
runny as some I’ve seen,” thinking back to the scene at the kitchen only a
few hours before.

“Ok, good. Now hold it, man, and don’t let it drool away.” Bob cupped
his hands together, puzzled at the requests, but wondering where this
bizarre woman was headed.

Just then Kate felt, rather than heard, the soft squish of Jack’s penis
as it shuddered and released a jet of sperm across her scalp.

“Ohman here is comes!” he yelled, quickly stepping back and directing
his penis towards his other hand. Kate pulled away, brushing the small line
of cum from her forehead. She watched, encouraging, as Jack emptied himself
similarly to Bob.

“Yeah, go ahead man, cream it all for me, let it go, I wanna see it, I
wanna see it” she murmured to him, looking up at his strained face as he
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Kate and Linda left the mall and decided to drive downtown and see

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

‘what kind of trouble they might be able to get into’, as Linda laughingly
called it. Kate was still buzzed about her momentous affair at the
restaurant, and idly rubbed her crotch through the short skirt she had on.

“God, I’d love to be able to finger myself right now..” she murmured as
Linda merged her car onto the expressway into town.

“Well, hell, go ahead, darling, I won’t tell!” grinned Linda. Kate
looked at her with a gleam in her eyes. She pulled up on the hem of the
skirt until her white pantied crotch came into view, then hunched down on
the seat. She lifted her hips off the seat and pulled the crotch of her
panties away until Linda could see the pink lips of her pussy peek out. Kate
kept her bush trimmed away quite a bit, and Linda loved the sight of the
glistening feminine lips. Kate moistened her index finger in her mouth and
slowly wormed it up into her canal, closing her eyes and moaning softly as
she did. She tweaked her clitoris as she slowly moved her finger in and out
of her now-moist vulva.

“oh god this feels sooooo good” she breathed heavily. She continued
massaging her mons and twisting first one, then two, then three fingers up
into her depths. Suddenly she cried out softly, arched her hips up off the
seat, and whimpered ‘cumming cumming cumming….’ through clenched lips and
closed eyes. Linda smiled as her friend slumped back down onto the seat and
sighed heavily.

Kate was awakened from her reverie by a honk from just outside her
window. She abruptly sat up and looked out, straight into the face of the
driver of a van who had pulled up to their right and, from all appearances,
had watched the entire performance. He grinned at Kate, gave her the ‘thumbs
up’ signal, and slowly passed their car. Kate just smiled at him and nodded.

The women soon found themselves in the business district of town, an
area decorated with fashionable high-rise office buildings and chic shops,
with the usual scattered crowd of weekend tourists and natives about. Linda
parked her car in an underground lot near a large plaza, and the two women
walked up into the bright sunshine of the late afternoon.

“So, whatdaya want to do?” inquired Kate, grinning impishly.

“I don’t know, let’s just wander around and see what comes up!” returned
Linda, smiling back at her friend. Both women were dressed to kill. Kate had
on a short white skirt with a wide belt and a knit halter top, which showed
the upper slopes of her breasts in alluring detail. Her long legs were skin-
bare, but she had on daring high heels of black leather. Linda was more
coyishly dressed, in skin-tight blue jeans and a sweater. Neither women wore
a bra. They attracted many glances and outright stares from men as they
wandered aimlessly around the plaza, stopping to dip their fingers in the
fountain and pat their flushed cheeks with wet hands. They sat for a moment
on the lip of a large fountained pool.

“Watch this.” Linda whispered to Kate. They say three good looking men
walking their way, dressed in jogging shorts. “I’m gonna give these guys the
treat of the day..” Kate watched spellbound as Linda pulled down the
cleavage of her sweater with one long fingernail. She glanced back at the
men. All three seemed to see it at the same time. Linda’s finger pulled the
sweater material down, down, down, until it would stretch no more. Then she
pulled the side of the cloth away, completely exposing one full breast. She
licked one finger and rubbed it over her stiff nipple. Linda looked up at
the men as they tried to walk inconspicuously closer. She caught one’s eye.
Winked. Kate looked at them and blushed furiously.

“Hi, guys. Sure is warm here in the sun, isn’t it?” Linda asked boldly.
The men walked closer. This was something they’d never expected when they
left wives and girlfriends to jog around downtown. Here were two incredibly
beautiful women, obviously not hookers, and one was fully exposing her
breast to them. One man looked around nervously.

“Jeeze, lady, what’re you tryin’ to do, get arrested or something? What
if a cop sees you?”

“I don’t see any around, besides, by the time he got here, I’d just
cover up again and say he must have been mistaken. You’d back me up,
wouldn’t you?” Linda responded, dropping into her ‘little girl lost’ voice
towards the end.

“Um, gee, sure, sure, yeah…”

“Ok, so let’s get right down to business. How would you guys like a
little entertainment for a while?”

“What do you mean? We’re not interested in pay-”

“Who said anything about money? We’re just a couple of horny gals, and
we’d like to kill an hour or two getting our chimes rung. How about it?”
Kate looked at Linda incredulously. Here she was, in the middle of downtown,
in the middle of the day, propositioning three men for sex!! “My friend here
is all tensed up, aren’t you honey” she finished, looking at Kate. Kate
just looked back at the three men blankly, then nodded her head slowly. This
was SO strange! But a delicious thrill ran through her. This was adventurous
sex, dangerous sex, sex with a stranger. She’d never dreamed of it.

Linda stood up and motioned for the men to follow her. Kate dropped in
behind them.

“I’m Jack, this is Bob, and the tall one’s Roger” spoke up one man. Kate
was about to blurt out their names when Linda turned and cut her off.

“I’m Gina, and this is Eva” she said conspiratorially, arching one
eyebrow at a bewildered Kate. Linda led them into a luckily unsecured office
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Kate and Linda were convulsed with giggles as they waltzed down the mall part3

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

she wanted him to notice – the line of semen on her chin.

The old man peered at her face for a second, seeming to not recognize
what he felt sure he saw. Slowly a grin crept over his crinkled face.

“Shit, lady, you got cum on your mouth! Whatthefuck..”

At his words, the other three men quickly gathered around the two.

“Goddam, look at that – she does, she’s got some jizzum right on her
chin. ”

“Motherfuck I know what she wants now, man, a good fucking from me!”

“Shit, horseface, you go watch the door, don’t let none o’them fucking
waitresses in here to fuck this up!” said one of the men excitedly, punching
the previous speaker jokingly on the arm.

The old black man spoke. “Just what is it you want, lady? We don’t need
to funny stuff back here now…”

Kate answered him coolly. “Don’t worry, Pops. First off, no fucking.
No way am I gonna get down on this floor and let you guys fuck with my
snatch. But -”, and she looked around cautiously, “I’ll give you guys the
experience of a lifetime, if you cooperate. But ya gotta play by my rules,
or the games off, hear me?”

The guys looked at each other. They all nodded or agreed to go along
with her as-yet unvoiced plan.

“Ok. All I want is your cum. Whatever you got stored up in those nice
balls of yours, I want. I’ll show you my titties if you want, or talk dirty,
or whatever. But I don’t remove any other clothes, and I don’t fuck. Got
that?” They all agreed. She continued. “I’ll suck you if I have to, but I’d
rather you jerked off. I want you to cum in my cup here. Not on my tits, not
on my face, not in the goddam soup, but here in my coffee. Ok?” Again,
stunned but eager agreement. “Now heres what I want – you all gather around
me up close like this…”

Kate gathered the men in a tight circle around her. She dropped to a
squatting position, careful not to drop her knees to the grimy floor. She
pulled her blouse up over her head and asked one of the men to put it
someplace where it wouldn’t get dirty. The men gazed in admiration at her
creamy white breasts and hard nipples. Kate ordered them to unzip and take
out their cocks, and start playing with them. She watched shyly as four
pricks soon felt the warm kitchen air. She was a bit suprised to see the
cock on the young black man was rather small, not at all what she expected.
It hardened under his fist to no more than four or five inches fully
extended. One white cock seemed nicely shaped, and came with a large set of
(hopefully, Kate thought) cum-filled balls. The other white cock was a bit
larger, perhaps seven to eight inches in length and two inches thick. Very
nice, thought Kate. But when she glanced to her right fully, and saw the cock
on the old black man, she had to fight back a gasp. The old man had a cock
easily ten inches long, and it wasn’t even hard yet. Kate couldn’t resist
reaching out and grasping it firmly in one slim white hand. She shucked the
skin back and forth on the shaft, pulling more and more blood into it,
feeling it harden in her fingers to a steel-like shaft.

“WOW! This is some dogbone you got here, man, where’you been all my
life!” she joked. “I hope this thing works as good as it looks!”

“Don’t you worry, lady, I still got plenty of jizzum for you. Why don’t
you just lick the tip a bit and see.” Kate looked up at him, and then
nodded, letter her face fall to the level of this super-cock. It was almost
fully hardened now, and seemed as long and thick as her arm. She extended
just the tip of her dainty pink tongue and laved the shiny plum-colored head
of the man’s penis. As she did, she pulled up on the skin, and was gratified
to feel a small lump of pre-cum come floating up the vein and pop out of the
slit at the end. She gathered it up, and fed it back into her mouth. “Hmmm.
Kinda nutty, but nice!” she smiled up at the old guy. She wanted to save this
one for last!

Swerving to her left, she saw a zebra of cock, white, black then white.
They were all being fully fisted by their owners. Kate leaned forwards and
kissed each one in turn, tasting the differing tang and textures of the
precum on each tip. She sat back on her heels, taking in the situation.
Squatting on a grimy floor in the kitchen of a restaurant right in the middle
of the busiest mall in the city, her chest fully exposed, and four erect
cocks being masturbated directly at her face. This was beyond her wildest
fantasies! The youngest one was rapidly pumping away at his cock, breathing
hard and grunting.

“Man I’m gonna cum right now, this is hot, lady get that cup over here!”
Kate hurredly moved the cup to hold it about three inches in front of his
pulsating cock. He pointed it down and quickly blasted five strong streams
of young black cum right into the center of the cup, splashing the liquid
around crazily. As he finshed pulling the last dregs of his load out and
dripping them into the cup, Kate leaned forward on impulse and popped the tip
of his shaft in her mouth, feeling the last jet pulse across her tongue. She
noisily slurped the cock shaft into her mouth then pulled back, letting it
fall from between her lips with a wet smack.

“That’s for being such a good shot, and not sperming all over a helpless
lady’s pretty face, my boy.” she grinned up at him. He blushed and stuffed
his cock back into his trousers, obviously not exactly at ease in this
situation. As Kate shifted her weight, one of the other men began to grunt
and groan. Just as she turned her head to check the status, his cock jumped
and a gout of semen flew out. Kate ducked her head quickly to the side,
almost hearing the white bullet whiz past her hair. She yelled “NO!
DOWN,DOWN!” and quickly, but without spilling any, moved the cup to the front
of his pants. He pushed his shaft downward and away from him. Another jet
leapt out, this time impacting solidly on Kate’s left tit, splashing into
tiny drops and drooling down the curve of her bosom. ‘FUCK!’ she thought,
‘he’s blowing all over me!’ Kate reached out and grabbed the cock from its’
owner, pulling on it and pointing the head directly into her coffee cup. She
milked three good shots of semen out of him, it joined the two loads already
swimming about in the caffeine. The man wheezed and grunted with pleasure,
falling away.

“Ohfuck lady you’d better get over here..” she heard the third man
groan, and turned to see a blur with a cock in the middle. The man
masturbated so fast that Kate thought he would injure himself, but he kept
the shaft of his penis in one spot, the head seemed not to even move about.
Kate moved the cup so that the lip of it rested right under the tip of the
man’s cock. She looked up at him.

“That’s right, honey, blow that jizz right in there, I like your cum,
I want your cum, I want to taste it and mix it with the others, just keep on
jerking…maybe tomorrow I’ll come by again and you can spray your nasty cum
all over my face and lips, would you like that, big boy, wouldn’t you like
to cum on a married woman’s face and let her go home to her husband and kiss
him, knowing that your cum was still drying on her face, wouldn’t you like
that..” she rapidly encouraged the man. Her words had the desired effect.
Suddenly the tip of his cock turned dark red and a long, thick stream of warm
semen spilled out, disappearing into the cup in her hands. Again, a jet of
cum flew out, then another and another. Kate counted an astonished seven jets
of cum before the man exhausted himself into her drink.

She turned to the old black man. “Ok, now it’s your turn, my friend.”

A few minutes later a smug Kate stole out of the kitchen, bearing her
prize before her carefully. She made her way back to the table where Linda
was finishing up her salad. She looked up as her girlfriend returned.

“And just where have you been, you naughty girl?” Linda laughed. She
looked at Kate. Kates cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes seemed
sparkly. Her lips were tightly compressed, and Kate didn’t say a word. She
set the cup down in front of Linda. Linda looked in, and saw what appeared
to be coffee-flavored semen, rather than the other way around.

“All right, you did it! How many did you get?” Kate leaned over and
picked up a napkin and rapidly penciled some words on it, then twisted it for
Linda to read.

“3 + 1 in here – look up”

Linda read the words and looked up at Kate’s face. Kate slowly opened
her lips as she sat down. Linda saw the line of white almost immediately. As
Kate’s lips opened further, Linda was astonished to see the entire lower part
of her mouth was flooded with semen. It covered her teeth and tongue almost
completely. Linda even saw streaks of it on the roof of Kate’s mouth and
farther back in her throat. Kate opened her mouth as wide as she could so
that Linda could peer into it like a dentist. Kate swished her tongue around
in the sperm, spreading it around like a milky paste. Satisfied that Linda
had seen enough, she closed her mouth and swallowed roughly. Two times. Then
she licked her lips with her tongue, pulling in any stray droplets. Finally
she cleared her throat enough to speak.

“Five loads in less than 15 minutes. Not bad for a beginner, eh?”

Archive-name: Fetish/cd2.txt
Archive-author: Jazzbo Brown
Archive-title: Cum Drinkers, The – 2

Kate and Linda were convulsed with giggles as they waltzed down the mall part2

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

whispered the erotic words, looking right into his eyes the whole time. Only
she and Linda knew the story was false, but it did give Linda an idea.

He rapidly produced a healthy erection. “Oh, man, this isn’t gonna take
long at all. Why don’t you take it out and suck it a bit right now?” he
whispered, looking around to make sure that no one was watching. Linda looked
at Kate.

“Should I?”

“Ah, what the hell – why not? Just don’t let him shoot off in your
mouth, you greedy bitch!” Kate laughed. Linda slid the zipper of his slacks
down and reached in, quickly extracting the well-formed penis.

“Hey, this is’t bad.” she said, dipping her tongue to slide it over the
gleaming head of his cock. She pursed her lips and slid them down over the
tip, sliding slowly down the length of his shaft and jerking the exposed
portion with her left hand. Again and again she slid down, feeding the warm
flesh into her mouth and lips, wetting it with her saliva. Linda knew how to
prolong a blow job for dozens of minutes if she wanted to, but this time she
was going for speed, not delay. Kate continued to knead her breasts and pinch
the nipples, making the rigid tips stand out and poke through the flimsy
blouse.

“Now remember, the minute you think you’re gonna orgasm, get it out of
there and aim it at my coffee – I want every drop right in the cup!” said
Kate. The waiter nodded at her.

“It’s not gonna be…long….now…ohgod yes, yes, here it is!” he
groaned, hurriedly pulling his pulsating rod from the slightly disappointed
Linda’s mouth.

“Quick, quick, shoot in the cup, in the cup!” said Kate. The waiter
pulled on his cock a few times, and Kate watched fascinated as the tiny hole
at the end winked open and a long thin stream of sperm shot out, splashing
perfectly right in the coffee cup in front of her. She thought it was one of
the most sexy things she’d ever seen. Again he pulled on the shaft, and
another large bolt, even larger than the first, flew out to land in the cup.
Kate could hear Linda gasping as the third jet followed the first two, now
noticably pooling in the coffee. A fourth and fifth stream shot out, one
missing the cup slightly to drip down the side and into the saucer. The young
waiter grunted with the effort of unloading his balls for the kinky woman’s
request while maintaining a respectable image from the rear.

“ohgodI’mcumming,” he grunted through clenched teeth “right into your
coffee.”

“Yes, yes, do it again, do it again!” urged Kate, and he complied with
her request, urging one last spritz of his semen to make the long trip out
of his balls, up the shaft of his cock, out the head, and across the several
inches of open air into her waiting reservoir. Finally, though, he finished,
gasping for breath. Kate and Linda looked at him.

“That will be all.” said Linda formally, dismissing him with a wave of
her hand. He hurriedly stuffed his shrinking penis back into his pants and
turned away, anxious to tell the cook and bartender this story. Linda looked
over at Kate.

“WOW! You did all right there, kiddo! Look at the load he dropped in
your lap!” Kate glanced down at the coffee. The milky white semen floated
serenly on top of the dark brown liquid, easily amounting to three or four
teaspoons worth. A thin strand hooked over the rim of the cup and down the
side, bubbling at the end. “And he got almost all of it right in there!” she
agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She trailed her fingertip up the
side of the cup, collecting the single line of white liquid. She looked at
Linda as she brought the white-coated finger to her lips, and sucked it dry.
“Ummmm, good stuff! Very nice, just the right tang and texture – not too
bitter, not too salty, very nice indeed.”

She brought the cup to her lips and tilted it, sipping just the very
tiniest amount from the top of the liquid. It was mostly pure semen. It was
warm as the coffee itself, and Kate purposely let some slip back down over
her lower lip and drip down her chin, knowing it would excite Linda no end.
“Ummm, absolute heaven…” she sighed, eyes closed, swallowing the warm,
salty essence. “I’m really starting to like this stuff, you know.” She opened
her eyes again to gaze into the cup. “Too bad there’s not more.”

Linda looked at her. “I dare you to walk back to the kitchen and ask for
another helping!”

Kate grinned. “I just might do that!” She got up with her cup of coffee,
hips swaying sexily, striding towards the swinging doors that led back to the
kitchen area. Luckily no one stopped her. How would she explain that she
wanted the cook and any other lucky males back there to masturbate and
ejaculate semen into her coffee cup? As she entered the hot steamy kitchen,
she remembered the single line of semen bisecting her lower lip and chin.
‘What the hell, it’ll help ‘em get the idea’ she thought.

As she pushed through the white doors, she was heartened to see four
adult males working in the kitchen – 1 older black man, 2 white men, and one
young black man who seemed about 18 or 19 at the most. The old black man
looked up to see her.

“Hey, missy, you ain’t allowed in here, this’s the kitchen.”

Kate didn’t say a word, just kept walking up to him. All four men
stopped their activities to watch her. She walked right up to the man who
spoke. He was about 50 or 60 years old, coal-dark skin with snowy white hair
up top, and towered a good 5 feet, three inches tall. He peered up at her
curiously. Kate brought her face down to almost his eye level. She knew what
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Kate and Linda were convulsed with giggles as they waltzed down the mall

Monday, August 27th, 2007

aisle from the shoe store.
“I never saw a guy look so astonished as when I tilted that shoe up and
let the cum drip down into my mouth! I thought he was gonna have a heart
attack!” wheezed Linda, almost out of breath from the laughter and
excitement.

“Yeah, well now it’s my turn” spoke Kate, “and I want to do it up right,
too. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“..and drink!” finished Linda.

The girls made their way to a nice upscale Italian restaurant that was
hidden away at one corner of the sprawling mall. After waiting a few moments,
the young blond headwaiter led them to a comfortable booth near the side of
the restaurant, where they could see out into the mall and watch the shoppers
walk by. They glanced at the menus for a moment, and Kate motioned for the
waiter.

“Yes, ladies, what’ll it be today?” he said nonchalantly, innocently
looking down the top of Kate’s loose blouse at her unrestrained breasts. She
noticed him immediately, and pulled the menu close to her chest coquettishly.

“I’ll have the clams with white sauce, a salad with oil and vinegar
dressing, and a cup of coffe.”

“And I’ll have the same, to make it easy on you.” said Linda, a moment
later. “And please bring the coffee right away.”

He walked away, and Kate leaned over to Linda. “Did you see the way he
tried to look down my blouse!”

“Of course, honey, isn’t that what you want?” laughed her friend. “What
do you have planned for your ‘drink’?” she quizzed.

“I think I might ask for some special cream in my coffee, like you
suggested! That ought to blow his mind!” Kate whispered.

Presently the waiter returned with the coffee, placing the cups on the
table in front of each lady. “Creme or sugar” he asked, not aware of the
ladies upcoming request.

“None for me, I like it black, but my friend has a special need…” said
Linda, barely able to conceal the excitement in her voice.

“Oh, yes, well what can I get for you?” he turned to Kate.

“Well, my doctor said I’m not getting enough protien in my diet. So he
has me on a special liquid diet six times a day.” Her voice dropped on each
word, until she was barely whispering. The waiter leaned closer. “I would
like some warm cream in my coffee.”

“Well, sure, I’d be glad to go heat up some Half-and-Half” the waiter
answered, and began to turn away.

“No, you don’t understand.” said Kate, grabbing his arm as he stopped
to look at her. “The cream has to be at exactly body temperature, 98.6
degrees, and very very fresh!” She paused for effect. “I want you to
ejaculate in my coffee.”

The waiter turned a beet red. Linda thought sure she saw a perceptible
bulge begin in his pants. “Are you kidding!” he whispered, “what are you
trying to do, get me fired?”

“No, but we will get you off, wouldn’t you like that? When’s the last
time you came?” Kate looked at Linda. “I want to make sure I get my money’s
worth!”

“Uh, three nights ago, with my girlfriend.”

“OK, then, my friend, whip it out right here and let’s see the old boy
go to work”

“You want me to jerk off right here in the restaurant! In front of
everybody! You’re nuts! No way, you crazy -”

Kate cut him off. “Ok, I can see that might be a bit difficult. Tell you
what. You stand there in front of the table so that no one can see, and my
friend will rub your cock through your pants. Meanwhile, I’m gonna play with
my nipples through my blouse until they’re hot and hard. Once you get hard,
Linda will pull your cock out real quick, suck on it a few times, and then
you take over, ok?”

“Jeeze, lady, this is the wierdest thing…” But he nodded his
acceptance. Linda began brushing her long slim fingers up and down the
growing bulge in his white trousers, while she whispered to him.

“Yes, that’s it, make it hard for us. Kate and I are some cum-drinking
sluts, we love to sip cum and let it slide right down our throats to our
stomachs.” She knew the nasty talk would help to get him off. “I love it
when a guy comes all over my mouth and face, then I slurp it up with my
fingers and eat it all down. Wouldn’t you like to cum on my face some day,
handsome?”

Now Kate joined in. “Yea, baby, that’s right, get that cock hard so I
can drink your cum in my coffee, that’s what I want. Would you believe that
yesterday I had 10 men come in my mouth before lunch? I stopped at the new
construction site over on Maple and walked right into the trailer there. I
told the foreman I wanted 10 of his best men to come in and jerk off for me
and spray their cum right into my mouth so I could drink it all up.” She
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer part3

Sunday, August 26th, 2007

“Well, I thought it might be time for a new pair of high heels, what do
you think” Linda teased, stretching her leg out and twisting and turning it,
showing off her long slim leg to great advantage.

“Um, well, I suppose so. What heel height did you have in mind, and what
size are you?”

“I’m a size seven. And I just love a four or five inch heel, don’t you?
Don’t you think it makes my ass stand out real nice?” And so saying, Linda
quickly stood and turned around, thrusting her firm ass right in the
salesman’s face. He stammered and gulped, rising quickly. Linda checked.
‘Yep, a boner. This one’s gonna be easy…’ she thought to herself.

“Just let me go check the back, see what we have.” he said, blushing.
He turned and walked through a door into the rear stock area. Turning quickly
to make sure Kate had an eye on things, she followed him back there, and shut
the door behind her.

“Hey, lady, you can’t -” his protest was cut short by Linda lifting up
her skirt.

“Like what you see, pretty boy? Well, this pussy belongs to my husband,
and he’s the only man who’ll have it anytime soon, if I have anything to say
about it. But I like your looks. Take out your cock.”

The man simply stared at her. He didn’t know what to do, and not wishing
to waste any time, Linda walked over to him, threw one arm around his neck
and kissed him full and hard on the lips.

“Ok, then I will.” she said. She bent to her knees, and rubbed the
rapidly growing bulge at the front of his pants. “Hey, feels like you’ve got
a nice one here. Let’s let it out to breath a bit.”

She slid the zipper down and fished around inside his underwear, finally
extracting a bona fide boner. It wasn’t especially large or fat, but seemed
adequate. ‘Besides’, Linda thought, ‘it isn’t going anywhere where size means
anything!’ She bent to lick at the head. The salesman groaned.

“Oh god lady, I don’t know what you came here for, but that feels good,
just keep on sucking….”

Linda stopped and looked up at him. “Honey, I want your most expensive
pair of Italian leather high heels, right now and right here. Before I go any
further.” As if to accentuate her point, Linda straightened up and smoothed
her dress back down. The salesman hurried down the aisle, finally finding the
shoes Linda demanded.

“And while you’re there, an nice pair of suede boots, too!” He grabbed
a large box from the shelves. As he walked back, Linda swept her sweater up
over her head, freeing her nicely formed breasts. The man’s eyes bugged out
and his cock twitched.

“Are these shoes waterproof?” Linda demanded.

“Ah, yes, yes, they are, as a matter of fact..” mumbled the salesman,
peering quizzically at one of the tags.

“Good. Now I’m gonna suck you, and you’re gonna love it. But, and this
is a big but, no coming in my mouth. If I taste even the tiniest drop of your
spunk before I tell you to cum, then out you go and you’ll be shooting all
over your pants. Got that?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess so.” Who wants to look a gift blow-job in the
mouth, right?

Linda sat on one of the small stools, and motioned him over. He walked
up to her, and she leaned forward and fed his still-hard cock into her mouth.
Linda prided herself on her cocksucking talents, and it wasn’t long before
she had the man groaning and moaning in pleasure. She stroked his shaft as
she mouthed the tip of his cock, wetting him down with her saliva. All the
time she sucked at him, she keep looking at him, looking for that fateful
sign of the impending orgasm.

While one hand stroked and massaged his balls, the other felt for one
of the leather shoes. Linda kept on sucking the man’s cock, dragging it into
her mouth, rolling her talented tongue around the head, squeezing the shaft
with her lips.

Finally the man started to shudder. “Oh jeesuz I’m gonna cum in a sec”
the man grunted. Linda looked up at him. She whipped his cock out of her
mouth just as she felt the vein begin to pulse, just as he closed his eyes
in ecstasy. Pumping his prick with one hand, with the other she brought the
shoe up. Aiming his cock right into the inside of the shoe, she jerked the
man to an orgasm. SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! right into the soft leather lining
of the shoe, spit his cock’s load. Linda milked him off, every drop of the
large load collecting in the heel of the shoe as she tilted it back. Finally
he was empty.

Linda looked at him. “Bet you never saw a girl do this before.” she said
calmly and quietly. Then staring him right in the face, she tilted the back
of the shoe up to her mouth, and let the entire puddle of semen flow directly
across her lips into her mouth. As the shoe emptied, Linda lifted it above
her face, letting the last few drops drip out and land with a small plop on
her cheeks and chin.

“Ummmm, my favorite. Cum ala Giorgio.” She dropped the shoe back into
the box. “I’ll take them. Don’t bother wrapping them.” He was too astounded
to say anything, but nodded his head. Linda picked up the shoes, the suede
boots, and tossing the sweater back over her head, walked back out into the
front of the store as if nothing had happened. As she walked past one elderly
matron looking at rubber-soled shoes, Linda couldn’t help herself. She slid
one finger along her cheekbone, sliding the small drops of sperm there
together until they made a noticeable shiny trail on her face. The older
woman looked at her and gaped in horror.

Linda grabbed Kate’s arm and they rushed out of the store, dissolving
in a fit of giggles and laughter like school girls.

“Well, what’d you do, tell me, tell me!” gushed Kate. Linda sat her down
at a bench a few yards down the aisle, and opened the shoe box.

“Look.” she pointed in at the large wet stain occupying the back of the
inside of one shoe. “I sucked him, and jerked him off into it. Then I drank
his cum right out of the shoe! You should have seen his face! The poor guy
doesn’t know what hit him even yet! And I got the shoes, and this pair of
boots for my troubles!”

Kate looked at her. “You know, I think I could get to like this game!”

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothin yet!” answered the flushed Linda.

Archive-name: Fetish/cd1.txt
Archive-author: Jazzbo Brown
Archive-title: Cum Drinkers, The – 1

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer part2

Saturday, August 25th, 2007

and I was getting a little sore down there, you know, from all the pounding,
and I finally had to tell him to stop if he didn’t have an orgasm quickly.
He pulled out, and crawled up over me. His dick was all wet and red and
bouncing up and down right in front of my face. He grabbed the base of it and
waved it right in my face. I was fascinated with it, I tell you. He told me
to suck him off then, if I couldn’t bear to have him in my pussy. I started
to say that it was just that he was getting a bit rough, and before I could,
he poked me in the mouth with his cock. There must have been something about
it, I don’t know, but the moment that cock hit my lips, I just kinda quivered
all over and wanted to suck the guts out of him so badly, I didn’t know what
I was doing. I normally didn’t go for that deep throat stuff, but I grabbed
Roger’s ass and pulled him right into my mouth, as deep as I could. I think
it scared the shit out of him!”

“I can imagine!” answered Linda breathlessly. She had felt her own pussy
get a little wet as they talked, and now dropped one hand to her lap
furtively.

“So anyway, I pushed and pulled him in and out, actually fucking myself
with his cock in my mouth. Then, I don’t know what came over me, no pun
intended, I pulled his dick out of my mouth with one hand and looked up at
him. He was looking down at me like I was some kind of angel or something,
this totally incredible look on his face. I knew, deep down in my soul, then,
that I could have this amazing power over him, or any man, for that matter.
I knew what he wanted. We’d watched enough porno movies for me to see that
he always liked it when a guy spermed on a girl’s face or in her mouth. So
I looked him straight in the eye, and in the nastiest voice I could, I said
‘I want you to come right in my mouth, lover. I want to taste your sperm.’
I poured it on in the sluttiest way I could think of – you know, telling him
I wanted him to shoot his stuff all over my face and in my mouth and all that
really gross stuff we used to giggle about in high school. So I’m jerking him
a little bit, and then he just kind of grunted once and BAMMO! – right on
the kisser, he lets fly with that cock of his. I was so shocked I opened my
mouth in reflex and BAMMO! again, another spurt, this time right in my mouth.
I’m going crazy now, loving the feel of the stuff, and I jerk him some more,
and he shoots his stuff all over my face and in my mouth. It was in my hair,
and all down over my neck and tits and just all over the place!”

Kate finished breathlessly. Linda just looked at her and said “Wow.”,
arching her eyebrows knowingly. “So now you like eating cum, eh?”

“Well, I suppose so. But I don’t very often, ’cause in the last few
months, Roger’s gotten so busy with his job and all, that I’m lucky if we
even make love once or twice a month, much less have time for all kinds of
other fun stuff. But yeah, it was kinda neat, I really liked the feel of his
sperm spraying on me, and for some reason, I LOVED the taste of it – you
know, kinda bitter and salty, but interesting?”

“Katie darling, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve swallowed enough sperm
to float a battleship. It’s still my favorite drink!” she giggled. “It’s
amazing how icky and gross we would have thought this was a few years ago,
but God, now that I’ve done it, I just gotta say I love it! Hey! I’ve got an
idea!”

“What now?” Kate knew her friend had some deliciously wicked thought
that she was about to hear. “I know this is gonna involve sex and fucking,
so you might as well spit it out!”

“Kate, I NEVER spit it out!” Linda laughed. “No, what I thought was
this. We go around and see in how many different ways we can drink sperm. You
know, there’s gotta be other ways than straight from the tap, so to speak!”

“LINDA! What do you mean? Are you actually proposing that we suck other
guys off and swallow their cum? Are you crazy!”

“No, no, listen, it’s perfect. We turn the tables on the guys – you
know, wham bam thank ya ma’am? Well, we’ll make it wham bam thank ya mister!
They don’t have to know our names or anything, we’ll just rustle up, drain
‘em dry, and hustle off. They’ll go crazy wondering who we are, but they’ll
never see us again! It’s perfect!”

Kate stopped to think about it. It was the craziest idea she’d ever
heard, even from the usually whacked out Linda.

“You mean just go up to some guy we like the looks of, tell him we want
him to cum in our mouths and that’s it?”

“No, silly. That’d be too easy. No, we get them to give us our favorite
drink in strange and exciting ways! Oh hell, let’s see….like having a
waiter in a fancy restaurant jerk off in your coffee. Or the grocery delivery
boy pop off real fast in your car in the parking lot. Stuff like that!”

“Hmmmm. Yes, that could been really hot!” agreed Kate. “And we could
keep track of each of the ways that we get them to do it! Yeah, that’s
great!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you’re game!”

Forty-five minutes later found the ladies strolling the local mall. They
had changed into short skirts and very light sweaters. Linda had decided that
they would alternate with the ideas for getting the cum from the men they
eyed, and she would go first. She thought it would be exciting to try to
seduce a shoe salesman into giving her a sip of his sperm. The girls walked
into the first store they found with few customers and a likely looking guy.
He as a tall, dark-haired man they both found attractive. Linda sat down in
one of the fitting chairs, crossed her long legs, and inched her skirt up
even more. The salesman hurried over.

“Yes, miss, what can I do for you today?”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer

Friday, August 24th, 2007

morning, discussing the neighborhood gossip and local news. Their husbands
were out playing golf, and as was their wont, Kate and Linda got together to
chat, shop and generally goof off. Each was wearing short shorts and a light
blouse, as the summer weather was quite warm.

“I tell ya, honey, that husband of mine is a real dud in bed sometimes.
I dress sexy for him and talk sexy, and all he wants to do is shove it in me,
jerk a few times, come, and roll over and fall asleep. I really do miss the
wild times I used to have when I was younger, you know?” said Linda as she
slowly sipped at the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Exactly. I mean, I love Roger dearly, and wouldn’t really want to spend
my life with any other man, but jeeezus, I do get HORNY once in a while.”
Kate responded. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done, Lin?” she asked
almost shyly.

Linda looked at her for a few minutes, gauging the depths of the other
woman’s sensitivities. She swallowed the sip of warm coffee in her mouth and
leaned forwards surreptitiously.

“When I was in college I got drunk accidentally on purpose at a
fraternity party. After it got real late, I ended up being the only girl
there. The guys all started talking about their sexual conquests, and they
all claimed to be the worlds’ greatest lovers, you know?” She stopped for a
second to take another sip of coffee. “I said that any woman worth her salt
could outlast ten guys, and they all laughed. I challenged them. I got up
real slowly, and stripped as sexily as I could, without falling on my face!
A couple of the guys hauled some mattresses out to the living room, and I lay
down right in the center of them. I started stroking my cunt and licking my
lips really sexy, and before you know it, there were 20 or 30 naked guys
dancing around. I laid back, crooked my finger at the nearest one, and
motioned him over.

“What’ll it be, smarty?” I asked. He said he wanted to fuck me but good,
so he got down there, jerked his cock until it was hard, and shoved it in.
Let me tell you, these guys were just drunk enough so that they couldn’t last
very long. This first one must have stroked about 10 times before he shot off
straight up my pussy. The next guy wanted a blow job, so I sat up, stuffed
his teeny cock in my mouth, and a few seconds later had a sperm chaser after
all the beer I’d had.”

Linda stopped for a moment to look at her friend. Kate’s cheeks had
tinged a slight red and her eyes sparkled a bit, and Linda thought she could
see Kate’s nipples beginning to harden and poke out from the light blouse she
wore.

“Oh God, that’s hot! So what else?” queried Kate with a breathless
smile.

“So, for about the next 2 hours, I fucked and sucked every guy in that
frat house until there wasn’t a drop of sperm left in any of them, and it was
all up my pussy or down my throat, or mostly, all over my tits and face and
in my hair. At one time, I counted six guys jerking off all over my head
while I fucked this black football player’s ass off, and wouldn’t you know
they all came all over my hair and face. I had to stop and get a towel to
wipe the shit off my face. I was drenched in it, I swear!” whispered the
young wife.

“I never saw so much cum in all my life, before or since. They
absolutely ruined the mattresses, and when I finally got up, I leaked a trail
of sperm all over the house looking for a shower to rinse off in. But they
all were pooped out, and I could have gone on for another couple of hours by
then. It was great. But, I had to transfer to another college, because the
word got out, and everybody thought I was some kind of tramp or something,
so I left and went to the State University instead. That’s where I met Hank,
and we’ve been together ever since. I haven’t even seen another cock except
his since then.”

“Even on TV or a magazine or anything?” asked an incredulous Kate.

“Oh, hell, they don’t count! I’m talking about in the flesh! Hey, what
about you, Katie, what’s the wildest slutty thing YOU’VE ever done?”
questioned the leering Linda, leaning forward and licking her lips
devilishly.

“Well, I NEVER balled thirty guys in one night, if that’s what you
mean!” she responded. “In fact, I’ve never made it with more than one guy at
a time, even. Ummm, I guess the nastiest thing I ever did was ask Roger to
cum in my mouth one time while I was sucking him off.”

“ONE time! Are you telling me that you don’t sip the sperm cocktail,
young lady?” asked Linda in a mock stentorian tone.

“Wh-What?”

“You don’t swallow cum? You don’t let that gorgeous Roger shoot off in
your mouth?” Linda asked again.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like him to, or that he hasn’t , a couple
of times. But he usually just wants to use my pussy instead, so we don’t do
a lot of oral sex or anything kinky. He doesn’t even like to lick me down
there either.”

“Oh shit honey, we’ve got to get you fucked and sucked up right one of
these days!” exclaimed the amazed Linda. “But anyway, tell me all about the
one time you let little Rog there blast off over your teeth. I wanna hear all
about it!”

“Well, it’s not as sexy a story as yours. Roger and I were making love,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

morning, discussing the neighborhood gossip and local news. Their husbands
were out playing golf, and as was their wont, Kate and Linda got together to
chat, shop and generally goof off. Each was wearing short shorts and a light
blouse, as the summer weather was quite warm.

“I tell ya, honey, that husband of mine is a real dud in bed sometimes.
I dress sexy for him and talk sexy, and all he wants to do is shove it in me,
jerk a few times, come, and roll over and fall asleep. I really do miss the
wild times I used to have when I was younger, you know?” said Linda as she
slowly sipped at the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Exactly. I mean, I love Roger dearly, and wouldn’t really want to spend
my life with any other man, but jeeezus, I do get HORNY once in a while.”
Kate responded. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done, Lin?” she asked
almost shyly.

Linda looked at her for a few minutes, gauging the depths of the other
woman’s sensitivities. She swallowed the sip of warm coffee in her mouth and
leaned forwards surreptitiously.

“When I was in college I got drunk accidentally on purpose at a
fraternity party. After it got real late, I ended up being the only girl
there. The guys all started talking about their sexual conquests, and they
all claimed to be the worlds’ greatest lovers, you know?” She stopped for a
second to take another sip of coffee. “I said that any woman worth her salt
could outlast ten guys, and they all laughed. I challenged them. I got up
real slowly, and stripped as sexily as I could, without falling on my face!
A couple of the guys hauled some mattresses out to the living room, and I lay
down right in the center of them. I started stroking my cunt and licking my
lips really sexy, and before you know it, there were 20 or 30 naked guys
dancing around. I laid back, crooked my finger at the nearest one, and
motioned him over.

“What’ll it be, smarty?” I asked. He said he wanted to fuck me but good,
so he got down there, jerked his cock until it was hard, and shoved it in.
Let me tell you, these guys were just drunk enough so that they couldn’t last
very long. This first one must have stroked about 10 times before he shot off
straight up my pussy. The next guy wanted a blow job, so I sat up, stuffed
his teeny cock in my mouth, and a few seconds later had a sperm chaser after
all the beer I’d had.”

Linda stopped for a moment to look at her friend. Kate’s cheeks had
tinged a slight red and her eyes sparkled a bit, and Linda thought she could
see Kate’s nipples beginning to harden and poke out from the light blouse she
wore.

“Oh God, that’s hot! So what else?” queried Kate with a breathless
smile.

“So, for about the next 2 hours, I fucked and sucked every guy in that
frat house until there wasn’t a drop of sperm left in any of them, and it was
all up my pussy or down my throat, or mostly, all over my tits and face and
in my hair. At one time, I counted six guys jerking off all over my head
while I fucked this black football player’s ass off, and wouldn’t you know
they all came all over my hair and face. I had to stop and get a towel to
wipe the shit off my face. I was drenched in it, I swear!” whispered the
young wife.

“I never saw so much cum in all my life, before or since. They
absolutely ruined the mattresses, and when I finally got up, I leaked a trail
of sperm all over the house looking for a shower to rinse off in. But they
all were pooped out, and I could have gone on for another couple of hours by
then. It was great. But, I had to transfer to another college, because the
word got out, and everybody thought I was some kind of tramp or something,
so I left and went to the State University instead. That’s where I met Hank,
and we’ve been together ever since. I haven’t even seen another cock except
his since then.”

“Even on TV or a magazine or anything?” asked an incredulous Kate.

“Oh, hell, they don’t count! I’m talking about in the flesh! Hey, what
about you, Katie, what’s the wildest slutty thing YOU’VE ever done?”
questioned the leering Linda, leaning forward and licking her lips
devilishly.

“Well, I NEVER balled thirty guys in one night, if that’s what you
mean!” she responded. “In fact, I’ve never made it with more than one guy at
a time, even. Ummm, I guess the nastiest thing I ever did was ask Roger to
cum in my mouth one time while I was sucking him off.”

“ONE time! Are you telling me that you don’t sip the sperm cocktail,
young lady?” asked Linda in a mock stentorian tone.

“Wh-What?”

“You don’t swallow cum? You don’t let that gorgeous Roger shoot off in
your mouth?” Linda asked again.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like him to, or that he hasn’t , a couple
of times. But he usually just wants to use my pussy instead, so we don’t do
a lot of oral sex or anything kinky. He doesn’t even like to lick me down
there either.”

“Oh shit honey, we’ve got to get you fucked and sucked up right one of
these days!” exclaimed the amazed Linda. “But anyway, tell me all about the
one time you let little Rog there blast off over your teeth. I wanna hear all
about it!”

“Well, it’s not as sexy a story as yours. Roger and I were making love,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Humour complab txt part2

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

he had an constant erection whenever we were together only mean one thing! He liked girls.>. He seemed to have the same
chemical reaction to me as I did to him moisten and his nipples would press against his bra.>. This
discovery was the impetus impetus can be cured. Roll some stamps around his penis before you
go to bed, stamp AIR MAIL on his forehead and then...> which led me
to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN<9 From Outer
Space. by Edward Woodie>.
A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of
heavy sexual tension, followed. As inconvenient
as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both
married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully
cognizant of my own marital status Although I forget sometimes and have to look at the ring to remind
me. I'm so silly.> and since he was not a kid *does* know just a few too many details about the Lindbergh baby,
and whenever he talks about it, he says "we". But I'm so
silly...>, the probabilities fourteen against a dealer's six drop dramatically if you scream,
"Hit me, Lotus-Blossom!" and pound your fist on the table> were
that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it
presented problems thingees. I mean, who *cares* how fast the pool fills?! How will
*this* come in handy at the supermarket?>. I never claimed to be
a romantic , but the idea of a seedy motel room
didn’t much appeal to me.
His office therefore became the most likely location doubt.>. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large
desk and the locked door the hydraulic winch, the cross...>. The walls were paper
thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequently, after
contemplation, I
decided I had better begin my homework answers were in the back>.
While Herman beamed away oh my-->, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the
key word dollars>. Herman was very protective of his little apples called his marble-sized testicles>. The actual programming was
done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friend>Steve Jobs>.
(When it comes to programming, I am very patient. most programmers share this quality. In fact, I relish nothing
more than the thought of compiling and linking five megs of Clipper
code on an 8080>) Finally, after weeks of debugging call it what you will>, I was able to write and load a nifty Hee. Aren't I just...such a girl!> little program that would
render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I
needed especially if they're in mid-compile, or haven't saved anything>.
After what had seemed eons , the day of
execution arrived for my country. *HIS*!>. This was not exactly the type of program
you could Beta test so I just crossed my snapping a co-worker's neck> fingers and hoped I could prove
myfather proud.
Although we were definitely running on the same track slow one>, I didn’t want Alex to suffer cardiac arrest the nitro pill under his tongue>. In preparation for what was to
come, I strolled into his office humming
the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music HUMANITY! Hey, remember Julie Andrew's hooter's in "S.O.B"? I do.
They weren't big or pendulous but they *were* floppy.>. When I
began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his
face as wood>. (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an
Indian movie, you’re right, but stay tuned. Mississippi Masala?)

Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin'
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin'
A story 'bout Suzy-Q<"Queen. Of. Hearts. Come on, come ah-ahn>,
oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin’ my!>
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things

When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad

* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the
new Russian democracy!

After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t
much resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in
front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed
centuries, I immediately began to savor the

contents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his
penis, in a voice tempered with both extesy and panic, he
murmured,
“Jesus, Clarissa, we can’t do this here. Lovelace...>”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both
of us heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on
a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began
laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence
him. Retaking appendage in mouth I began to
suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact,
since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all
underwear state dinners, and public executions>. Taking this as his cue broke, sank the eight ball, and blew that popsicle stand>, with a
quick switch of positions we found ourselves other, preparing to duel> on his large Steelcase desk. He began by
running his tongue along the curve of my small but well
formed breast, and down my belly. Bearing right at <68
degrees>my navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my
short and curlies.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clit Rose>. He had one hand twiddling I've never twiddled> my clit between tongue laps, while his
tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and out,
tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very
sensitive area between cunt and anus Jersey>, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush that is the stuff of urban legends. Ooh, it was a Reach>. The
,
sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue
finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking was quaking my mind was aching, and we were making it. them mean
old eyes...knocking me out with those American trout.>!
I could have continued with this game for a long, long time,
but as if out of no where a condom appeared my fairy condom godmother!>. My heart, already pounding double
time, started doing little flips mitral valve>. My clitty, so recently being ministered to by
tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
coming. I took the packet from him
and ripped it open.
Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I
gently grasped his member [I just HAD to] in one
hand and unrolled the sheath with my other unravelled the skin from his penis he never let on. And they say
chivalry is dead. Piffle, I say.>. I realized that the wrapper was
still in my hand<20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder
ring>. As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on
my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot
pussy in front of me...>. I knew what was coming,
and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious
(but not hardened) target edge of the desk??!! So *what* target? *MY SPINE*!!>. Help wasn’t
needed however, and before my hand found its target, his
missile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he
started his journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up
. Then his hand came around me and started to
caress my clit. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy but not without its good points, like when the camera backs away
from the woman's apartment and down the stairs> . With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again beans.>. As if upon mutual agreement, a soft languid
cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had
been listening.
Serendipitiously, a loud wail from
Herman was produced on the opposite side of the wall fortuitous!>.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn't very interesting Honest>.

RICHH

credits to RDC for that whole Alex Trebeck ruling the world thing

Humour complab txt

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Computer Lab

At the time I thought he didn’t notice me thinking?>. Later I found that just the opposite was true basement, he had made a kind of voodoo shrine to me, and my picture
was on his coathangers, plus, he wanted his TWO DOLLARS!>. I had
been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was
about him that made my hormones go wild and kick like the Rockettes.>. When seated next to him I got so wet
that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chair realized that it was just my cigar-smoke that had triggered the
sprinkler above my desk...>. I had read about pheromone in
relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to
the same influences *never* make a connection like *tha-at* Hee. Wanna see my
underwear?>.
Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity
was another story. The
English department where I taught did
not think a lowly adjunct needed a computer. In fact,
they didn’t even think I merited a desk IN! Silly ole me.>. In reality, I didn’t need a computer as
programming was just a hobby for me would agree. "Computers...BAH!>. I just liked the idea of making
a machine my slave but hey, different strokes...>
Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective
IBM clones computer references. If she later mentions IMSAI, and misspells
it, I will surely die. Altair? S-100 bus? Oh the humanity!> on
an almost daily basis. With a little detective work Call me Samantha Spayed!> I found out that his name was Alex and he
was an instructor in the computer science department.
Even if he had been a sexual zilch, I still would have
probably noticed him as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a
faculty lab filled with Macs bullet-bras *over* our halter tops>. God! how I hated those
machines comp.sys.Amiga.Advocacy?>. My prejudice serendipidists!>, like most was
inherited, in my case from my father. He has been
working with computers for the last 30 years the transistor! Shocking.>. As a memento, he gave me his original
IMSA 8080 still in working order. I had been
brought up to think that computers should not be `cute’ Sally Fields, but she's a *button*!>.
Herman, the director of the lab, must have picked up
on my vibes white mongo plug-in deals with the end that looks like a disc
brake. And boy, was it loud.> as he would barely give me the time
of day really care. Lemme see, it's six to four>. That is, until I
hatched MY PLAN found the USFL!>.
One day, finally overcoming my shyness shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you
want to>, I glanced over at Alex THE WORLD!!>. Actually, I looked at his monitor notable for the penciled-in swastika> and realized that he was
trying to pirate Roberts, then who is?> an application which is silly, because if you just ask, they are required by law
to give you one.>.
“If Herman catches you, he will hang you by
your thumbnails and tattoo Mac
icons on strange parts of your body. me that's *not* strange. I'm from Canada.>”
Alex laughed and said<"There's madness afoot at the
Circle-K this eve">, “Oh, Herman and I are good buddies euphemism for 'lifemates'?>. I teach Pascal using 'Hooked on Phonics'> the Mac and I frequently have to ask him
questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his
good side.”
After the ice was broken, we began to talk every day.
On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICE was...POPE!>. Since he was an instructor, the university deemed love when a word like this crops up. Remember 'adjunct'?
'Merited'?? And now *this*.> to give him an office. It was a
hasty sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very
large Steelcase desk Well...you're the wordsmith.>. On the downside at WOGL, and I'm gonna be sending you home with a little Bay City
Rollers Action: S--A--T-U-R--D-A-Y. NIGHT!>?, it was located off
the very room in which I sat . Despite these
limitations, it had a door with a lock taped to it, the meaning of which eludes me even now>. This was not
the point when I began to formulate MY <5 YEAR>PLAN, but I am sure
that it was an inspiration.
MY <5 YEAR>PLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on
the elevator together philosophers. Then I would make everyone wear gray and cut their
hair like Moe Howard. Then...>. It was the typical cattle car
scene their rocks off.>. We were jammed in like sardines and the only
redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized
that Alex was sporting a very big hard on. After this
revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I thought I was a freak You see I am a girl and I like wearing part2

Monday, August 20th, 2007

and wet towards the bathroom. I assumed she had to go until she
came back carrying diapers, washcloth, and powder. Jerry said we
would continue the game as soon as he changed Jenny. With that she
pulled her skirt up around her waist and laid on the floor. Just
like the girl I had seen before, she was wearing rubber pants over
a wet diaper.

Jerry pulled down her rubber pants, took off her wet diaper, and
wiped her with the washcloth. Jerry pulled a dry diaper under her,
powdered her, pinned the diaper in place and pulled her rubber
pants back up. After she had been changed we continued our game.

Jenny asked if I wore diapers too. I started to deny it but
Instead admitted I did. She asked if Jerry changed me when I wet.
I told her of course not and she wanted to know who did change me
when I wet. I said I never wet the diapers and I put them on
myself. She said that was no fun. Half the fun was wetting the
diapers and the other half was getting them changed. She asked If
I was wearing diapers then and I said no. Jenny said Jerry would
probably diaper me if I wanted and she would loan me hers.

Jerry said he would be glad to diaper me and Jenny could watch. I
was reluctant and at the same time I wanted to say yes. Jenny ran
Into the other room and came back with diapers, pins, and rubber
pants. By then I had decided that as long as Jenny was in the room
Jerry would not try to take advantage of me. I pulled my skirt up
like she had done and laid on the floor. Jerry took my panties
down, pulled a diaper under me, powdered me, and pinned the diaper
In place. He tried putting the rubber pants on me but they were
too small so I pulled my skirt down and we continued our game.
Jenny was right about one thing, having Jerry diaper me was a lot
better than diapering myself.

Jenny said I was as hairy down there as Jerry. I asked if she had
seen him getting his diapers changed. She called me silly saying
boys did not wear diapers, only girls. I asked how she knew he was
hairy down there and she said she had seen him in the shower. She
said it as If I was asking silly questions. What I was hoping was
that he wore diapers so I could diaper him like he had just
diapered me.

We had just finished the game when Jerry’s mom came home. I had
planned on leaving before she got there so we would not get in
trouble. She did not seem to mind that I was there when no adults
were present. Then I realized I was in a diaper and my panties
were on the floor behind me where she might see them. She did too,
she picked them up and asked If they were mine. What could I do?
I said they were. She simply said that be naked under my skirt was
not acceptable behavior. Jenny said I was not naked, Jerry had
diapered me. I thought we were really in for it then. Jerry’s mom
said that was okay then, as long as I was not naked. She then
asked if I wanted to stay for supper.

After supper we played another game of Monopoly. When the game was
over I had to go to the bathroom. Jenny had wet her diaper and
Jerry had changed her while I watched again. When I said I had to
go to the bathroom Jerry’s mom said I should wet my diaper and
after Jerry changed me I should be getting home before It got dark.

I said I did not think wetting the diaper was a good Idea as I did
not have any rubber pants and my skirt would get wet. She said if
I pulled up the skirt It would not get wet.

I did not want to wet while they watched but I seemed to be in a
position where I had no choice so I did as she said. Even though
she was in the room, she paid no attention as Jerry changed me. He
took down my wet diaper, washed me, powdered me, put a dry diaper
on me and I went home wearing the diaper. Again, Jenny was right,
wetting the diaper and having Jerry change It was fun. I went home
wearing the diaper. I never did see those panties again.

I knew that my mom would not have the same attitude as Jerry’s mom
about my wearing diapers, let alone having Jerry put them on me and
change them when I wet. I intended to wear them and wet them
whenever Jerry wanted. Because of this, I spent as much of the
summer as I could at Jerry’s house. He did not diaper me all the
time but I let him know I would let him diaper me whenever he
wanted. His mom even bought rubber pants that fit me so I could
wet my diapers without having to worry about getting my skirts wet.

The first time Jerry changed me when his dad was in the room I was
so nervous I started to pee again once he had my diaper down.
Jerry calmly held another diaper over me while I wet. He then
continued to diaper me as If nothing had happened. His dad was
reading the paper and I do not think he even noticed that I was
getting my wet diaper changed, let alone that I peed while my
diaper was down.

Jerry continued to diaper me for the next two years. After high
school he went away to college. I went to a different college. I
took diapers and rubber pants with me but It was just not the same.

I have not seen Jerry since we went away to college. I have not
met anyone who I would like to diaper me so I do not wear them
often anymore. Maybe some day I will meet Jerry again, or at least
someone who I would feel comfortable telling my secret to.

Archive-name: Fetish/amanda.txt
Archive-author: Baby Billy
Archive-title: Amanda

As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr part3

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

As they drifted off to sleep, Ann turned on John’s headset, then her own,
and they both slept soundly, deeply, letting their subconscious minds
absorb the pleasures of their new roles.

Tomorrow would see another small phase in the growth of their relationship,
until Dr. Whetmore took them to the next platform.

==========================================================

A New Day Dawns

Ann was awakened to the warm wetness of John’s overflowing diapers. He’d
wet so heavily during the night he’d supersaturated the diapers, leaking at
the pantlegs and wetting the changing pad and the bed. His loud sucking had
also served to wake her, and she gently pulled his thumb from his mouth and
gave him the remainder of his bottle from last night.

Obviously he’d taken the one bottle and drained it himself during the
night, while she slept, and started the second before going to sleep again.
At any rate, he sure was wet. She’d try a little test and see how he felt
about it.

As John finished the bottle, he seemed to wake himself, and Ann said “Well
sleepy head, you sure slept soundly last night. How’s it feel to wake in
pissy diapers, like a little baby.”

To her surprise, John said “Mmmmm, it feels real nice. It’s so nice and
warm and make me feel peaceful. Thank you for helping me Ann. I know I can
be a good baby for you.”

Ann smiled, then said “Well pissy pants, time to get you up, changed and
then off to work. You’ve still got a job to do and you can’t stay in those
sopping diapers all day or you’ll get a horrible rash. Off you go to the
shower.

I’ll have to think of something different for tonite, so I don’t wind up
sleeping in a puddle too. One bedwetter in the family is bad enough,
especially one who wets as heavily as you do. Now off with you.”

John swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, then almost fell
down as quickly as he’d gotten up. “Jeez, these diapers must have a couple
gallons of pee in them. They weigh a ton. Can’t you change me here, then
we’ll figure what to do ?”

“No way. You’re too wet to be changed here. Besides you’re still a grown
man, even if you do need diapers, so you get into the shower any way you
can. Crawl if you have to, but move it !!”

Obediently John tried again, but found there was no way he could walk with
the sodden mass between his legs. Crawl he did. Just like a little baby,
only with the heavy sodden diapers he even had trouble crawling.

Ann laughed at the sight of her 33 year old husband crawling to the shower,
in soaking, sodden diapers and then remembered the locking pins. As she
heard John get into the tub enclosure, then yell “I can’t get these off.
Can you help me please Ann ??” she started to laugh, kind of sneeringly and
said “That’s no way for a good baby to talk. Ask me nicely in a sweet baby
voice to please change your pissy diapers, and I’ll consider it.”

Reluctantly John started asking and eventually satisfied Ann by saying
“Pweez momma change pissy baby Johnny’s pissy baby diapers. Pweez momma.”
and Ann laughingly released the diaper pins letting the sodden diaper fall
to John’s feet.

After his shower, John came out to get ready for work. Instead of his
regular briefs, Ann had laid out a pair of thick, terry cloth pants, kind
of like trainer soakers toddlers wear while being toilet trained. John
yelled down to Ann “Hon these aren’t what I wear to work, what gives ???”

His baby personna was receding as he got ready for a day at the office, and
the idea of wearing baby training panties was repulsive. Sure he needed
diapers at night time, since he was such a heavy bedwetter, but training
pants during the day, no way.

Ann shouted up sternly, “Ok Mr. Pissy pants. You may think you’re all grown
up, but the evidence against you is in the washer now, or did you already
forget the condition of your diapers half an hour ago. Now I want you in
those trainers, and dressed and down here for breakfast in five minutes or
else !!”

Meekly John put the trainers on. They felt strange, yet somehow comforting.
Maybe they wouldn’t be so bad after all. They felt kind of like diapers,
but not quite so bulky.

As they had breakfast, Ann explained “I know you haven’t had any daytime
accidents for quite a while, but we don’t want to take chances. You’ve been
wetting quite heavily at night again, just like you did when you were a
baby in diapers all the time, so the training panties are a precaution. If
you have a “little” accident, it shouldn’t be so bad you get your trousers
all wet. Just be careful and pay attention and go potty when you first feel
the need.

Remember now, if you wet your pants at all, it’s back into diapers for you
during the daytime, too !!”

John hung his head and said “Yes ma’m. I’ll keep dry. Sorry I yelled
earlier, it’s just that I’m not a baby anymore. I don’t need baby pants at
work.”

Ann just smiled, handed him his bag with two spare pair of pants, and said
“We’ll see about that.”

Ann started her walkman with the music cassette and went about her
housework. As she proceeded she made a list of things she’d need. Enough
flannel for a dozen diapers, 4 more pair of plastic panties, two of the
large bottles she’d read about and one of the neighbours had said she could
get at the local pharmacy in the back of the store.

Then she looked at the DPF magazine again, and the Carloyn’s Kids catalog
and ordered a dozen of the special extra thick diapers in print patterns,
and the print nursery styled panties. She ordered 3 shortalls, two rompers,
6 pairs of sleepers and two large soothers as well.

When she was done, she figured this would be a good layette to start with,
and with her sewing talents she could make more cute baby outfits for
Johnny.

Finally, she phoned the store Dr. Rotman had told her about. She was
surprised they would deliver this afternoon, no trouble, and set everything
up for her.

By the time John was due home, Ann had transformed the den into a passable
nursery. A large padded table served as changing table, with shelves of
diapers, panties and necessary pins, powder and lotions. A toy box held
large stuffed toys, some big hard rubber balls, and a cute large Roly Poly.

But the piece de resistance was the special bed. It looked now like a
regular child’s bed, with low mattress, two pull out drawers underneath,
and a head and foot board. The beauty was it could easily be converted into
a full size crib, big enough for the biggest baby, complete with locking
side rails, large musical mobile to attach to the headboard and if needed a
locking top.

Ann felt the extra touch of a private stereo system with speakers at each
end and both sides of the bed would be a nice touch, and make it easier for
Johnny to listen to his special tapes in the nights and weeks to come.

This was going to be fun having a new big baby at home. She wondered how
Johnny was making out.

Archive-name: Fetish/capclin2.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: The C.A.P. Clinic – II

As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr part2

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

John smiled then meekly said “Yes mama. I need thick diapers ‘cuz I wet a
lot at niteenites. Thank you mama.” and toddled off to their bedroom.

Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing
16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple
diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk with that much
between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
of bounds” while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she
found in his bag, would make sure of that.

She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins
and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination
would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he’d be sure to wake
up in very wet diapers the next morning.

Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She
gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.

“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”

John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”

“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.

I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.

John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”

John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
loved it.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr

Friday, August 17th, 2007

Whetmore had given her. She really liked Dr. Whetmore, and hoped she could
help John with his problems.

It seemed a little “silly” to have her grown husband in diapers, but if
this was what he needed to get better, then so be it. Besides she’d always
like playing dolls and dressup when she was a little girl, and when she was
babysitting she had always liked looking at the little boys when she
changed their diapers.

She even remembered one boy who was 12 years old when she was just starting
to give up babysitting. She was 17 then, and had learned quite a bit about
boys and girls, and had even felt some of her boyfriends getting hard in
their pants when she rubbed them the right way. They seemed to like it when
she pressed gently on the front, but most of them just became helpless and
engrossed in what she was doing to them, until they came in their pants
like babies wetting their pants.

Ann had like playing with this 12 year old boy who still wore diapers
because he was a bedwetter, and watched him get all funny looking when she
changed his diapers and rubbed him with baby lotion. He seemed to go in his
diapers too, but he never got them sticky like her older boyfriends, and
usually peed his diaper right after he got soft again, so she’d have to
change him to put him back to sleep.

Now her husband of 8 years was wearing diapers, and was going to start
using his diaper just like the little babies Ann had babysat for so few
years ago.

They got in the house and Ann prepared dinner for she and John. They talked
animatedly about the revelations of this afternoon with the two doctors,
and both felt comfortable discussing John’s baby needs. After dinner, as
John pulled out the plug from the sink he wet his diaper.

Turning to Ann he said “Please, Annie can you change my diaper. I’m all
wet.” to which Ann replied “C’mon now John you can still change your own
diapers. You’re not a little baby yet !!”

Just yesterday these words would have seemed so strange to Ann, but already
she was beginning to accept the inevitable change in her and John’s
relationship.

Reluctantly, John went to their room and changed his own diaper, returning
to the living room wearing a big blue disposeable diaper and Polo shirt.

As they sat looking thru the material Dr. Whetmore had given them, Ann was
amazed at how much their was for adult babies, as most of the infantilists
were called. An organization in California, called DPF had a regular
newsletter, and magazines and tons of stories for adult babies. They even
had special big cloth diapers and baby panties, and cute baby styled
clothing for big babies. The man who ran DPF, Tommy, was a big baby
himself, and sure looked cute in his rompers and diapers.

There were other magazines from Infantae Press in Seattle, Washington, and
a lady in California, named Florence, who ran Amber E. They all had lots of
letters from big babies who were so happy to be able to return to their
bottles, and diapers and panties and having found mommies or daddies to
take care of them when they needed some babying.

Ann particularly found an article entitled “The Mommy Solution” from DPF
helpful in understanding John’s needs. She almost felt like crying after
she read it, wishing she could be a mommy to all those babies in search of
a mommy.

As she put down the last article, she noticed it was almost 9:30. They’d
better get going if they were going to listen to their special tapes then
get to bed. She noticed John was wet, and said “Get you diaper bag for
mommy John. You need your didee changed.”

It felt strange, but natural, especially after reading the Mommy Solution.
Ann wanted to try and help John.

As John dutifully returned with his diaper bag, Ann told him to lie down,
stripped off his wet diaper, then powdered him, put on a fresh disposeable
diaper, then put his headphones on him, connected to his personal cassette
tape player and switched on the tape for him. Then she sat opposite him in
her easy chair and switched on her own cassette player.

In minutes, both had their eyes closed, looking to all like they were sound
asleep, while their subconscious minds absorbed Dr. Whetmores suggestions
for their new life, as baby Johnny and mommy. Their minds were like empty
sponges soaking up Dr. Whetmore’s suggestions and instructions.

Ann was “learning” to be a good, stern mommy and to keep baby Johnny in his
diapers and plastic panties as much as possible. Johnny was reliving the
pleasures of babyhood, the feelings and sensations of warm wet diapers, and
squish messy diapers. The feelings of helplessness and dependence as he wet
or messed his diapers uncontrollably or waiting for mommy to give him his
bottle.

When they woke up, Ann viewed John in a new light. He seemed somehow
smaller, more defenseless, like a baby needing mommy’s protection. John too
felt differently about Ann. She was now the stronger, the one who would and
could give him what he craved and needed, if he was a good little boy and
did what she told him.

Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly said “Well, you
are quite a little pisser aren’t you. Get up to beddy bye and I’ll change
your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you’re going to need a nice, thick
diaper to get thru the nited aren’t you sweetie.”
…End of the part1. To be continued..