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

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

diapers. When I say diapers I mean diapers and rubber pants. I
was glad to learn that other people, especially women, wore diapers
too.

It started when I was sixteen. I had a friend take me to get my
drivers license. I was taking the written examination when I
noticed the girl across the counter from me was dancing around.
She was hopping from one foot to the other. I thought she was so
nervous she would never pass the driving test even If she passed
the written test. Just as I finished the written test I heard her
sigh with relief and I thought she must have finished too. I soon
found out what she had finished. She had just finished peeing.
She had been dancing around trying to hold it in but had finally
let go. It was not obvious that was what had happened. But, as
she came up to turn in her test I heard a woman say “You wet your
diaper, didn’t you?” The girl said “Yes momma, I tried to hold it
but could not wait any longer.” I made It a point to look but
could see no sign that she was wearing a diaper, let alone a wet
one. Her mom must have noticed her dancing around and knew when
the girl quit what had happened.

I was told it would be about an hour before I could take my driving
test so I decided to use the ladies room while I waited. As I came
out of the stall in the ladies room I saw the same girl. She was
laying on the floor with her skirt around her waist. She was
wearing a wet diaper which her mother was removing. I washed my
hands real slow as I watched in the mirror over the sink. When the
diaper was off her, her mother washed her up, put another diaper
under her and pinned it In place. She handed the girl a pair of
rubber pants. The girl stood up, pulled the rubber pants up, let
her skirt down and they left the room. By the time I got out of
the ladies room they were calling my name to take my driving test.

I do not remember taking the driving test but I passed It and got
my license. All during the test all I thought about was seeing the
girl get her diapers changed. On the way home I told my friend
about It. I do not remember telling him about it either. He told
me later that I had told him. I guess I was to preoccupied to know
what was happening at the time.

Jerry often walked me to school as he lived down the block from me.
Shortly after I got my license he was walking me to school and
asked If I had thought about what we talked about. I said I had no
Idea what he was referring to. He said “About the diapers.” I
said “What diapers?” He then told me I had told him about seeing
the girl wearing diapers and getting them changed and he had asked
me If I wanted to wear diapers. I told him I did not recall any
such conversation and I had no Intention of wearing diapers.
“And,” I said, “even If I did want to wear diapers I would not be
about to tell you.” Jerry said if I changed my mind, he would like
to see me In them. I slapped him and walked faster.

On the way home that afternoon Jerry caught up with me and said he
was sorry, he did not mean to upset me. I told him I accepted his
apology. He asked If I minded If we talked about what I had seen.
I asked why. He said he diapered his sister at night and sometimes
he diapered her during the day too. He was just wondering if other
girls wore diapers. I said none that I knew of. He said that he
was trying to be honest with me when he said if I wore diapers he
would like to see me In them. In fact, he said, he would like to
change them for me. I slapped him again and walked home alone.

About a week later Jerry caught up with me as I was walking home
from school. He said he had a surprise for me. He gave me a
nicely wrapped package. Jerry said I was not to open it until I
was alone. That night I opened the package In my room. It
contained two diapers, pins, baby powder and rubber pants. I was
mad and if he had been there I would have slapped him again. I do
not know why, but I did not throw them out. I put the package in
the back of my closet. Every few days I would get them out and
look at them.

Jerry was right, I did want to try on the diapers. I just did not
want to admit it. Before long, I was not just looking at the
diapers, I was taking them out and feeling them. Finally, I tried
them on. They did not feel as good as I had Imagined. Later It
dawned on me, I had not used the powder Jerry had given me. The
next time I tried the diapers, I powdered myself first. The
diapers felt better then, but they still did not feel right. I had
no idea what was missing though.

Just before school was out for the summer, I wore the diapers to
school. As usual, Jerry caught up and walked with me. We were
almost at school when he said I smelled good, like baby powder.
Then he said “You are wearing the diapers aren’t you?” I said I
was not but he did not believe me. He asked If I was going to let
him see them. I denied having them on and slapped him for asking.
I made sure he missed me going home that afternoon.

A couple of days after school was out Jerry and his sister came
over. They were going to get an ice cream and wanted to know if I
wanted to go with them. On the way back Jerry asked if I wanted to
stop at his house and play Monopoly. When we got to his house I
found out his mom was not home. I was not supposed to have boys
visit unless my mom was home but was not sure if I could visit his
house. Since his sister was there, I decided it would probably be
okay.

While we were playing Monopoly, in the living room, Jenny got up
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Humour chance txt

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Chance

Section One – The Early Years
Chapter I – Baby Bimbo

Everyone in Larchmont knew that Chance was a tramp the day she came home
from the the hospital. At that point in her life it wasn’t the rubber pants
that gave her away, or even the fact that when someone picked her up for
burping, she blew in his ear. Let me put it this way: She did things with her
pacifier that most women still haven’t done with their husbands. Is that a
tramp, or what?
It was almost unthinkable that we would ever become friends, especially
to my mother. She considered anyone who wore open-toed shoes an exhibitionist.
Chance and I were SO unalike. I mean, when I had diaper rash, she had
herpes. I’d fuss about going to bed; she’d hit the mattress the minute
someone unzipped her bunting. I slept with stuffed animals; she slept with
real ones. You get the picture.
Chance stayed different from the rest of us. She never went through a NO
phase (her first words were “Sure, sailor!”), never sucked her thumb if she
could suck someone else’s, and when she waved “bye-bye,” it was with her
panties.
Even before she was toilet-trained, that tramp’s name was on bathroom
walls!

Chapter II – Toddler Tramp

Before we even entered kindergarten, Chance was raising eyebrows as often
as her skirt. Think I’m exaggerating?? Well, how many four-year-olds do
you know who’ve had their birthday parties raided by the police? I’m serious!
She jumped out of her own birthday cake!
My mother never let me go to any of Chance’s parties after I told her
about the one where we played Simon Says with a whip. (Simon says, “DO THIS!
DO THAT!”) She’d probably never have let me see Chance again if I’d told where
that preschooler poptart had hidden the marshmallows for the treasure hunt!
Like men in later years, Chance’s toys said a lot about her; all of it
unprintable. Her dollhouse had a red light on it! Her coloring books had dirty
pictures! She was the only kid in the neighborhood who had an anatomically
correct G.I. Joe doll – and it was battery operated!!
She also had an advanced Erector set. What she did with that is better
left unmentioned.

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Better Than lists part3

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

– you can fondle cucumbers in a supermarket
– … and you know how firm it is before you take it home
– you only eat cucumbers when you feel like it
– no matter how you slice it, you can always have your cuke and eat it too
– you can have as many cucumbers as you can handle
– cucumbers can get away any weekend
– with a cucumber you can get a single room
– … and you won’t have to check in as “Mrs.” Cucumber
– a cucumber will always respect you in the morning
– you can go to movie with a cucumber … and see the movie
– at a drive-in, you can stay in the front seat
– a cucumber can alwsays wait until you get home
– a cucumber won’t eat all the popcorn or send you out to get Milk Duds
– a cucumber won’t drag you to a John Wayne Film Festival
– a cucumber won’t ask “Am I the first?”
– cucumbers don’t care if you are a virgin
– cucumbers won’t tell other cucumbers you’re a virgin
– cucumbers won’t tell anyone you’re not a virgin
– with cucumbers, you don’t have to be a virgin more than once
– cucumbers won’t write your name and number on the men’s room wall
– cucumbers don’t have sex hangups
– cucumbers won’t make you wear kinky clothes or go to bad with your boots on
– cucumbers aren’t into leathers and chains, talking dirty, or swinging
with fruits and nuts
– cucumbers never need a round of applause
– cucumbers won’t ask:
Am I the best?
How was it?
Did you come? How many times?
– cucumbers aren’t jealous of your gynecologist, ski/tennis instructors
– a cucumber won’t want to join your support group
– a cucumber never wants to improve your mind
– cucumbers aren’t into meaningful conversations
– cucumbers won’t ask about your last lover or speculate about your next one
– a cucumber will never make a scene because there are other cucumbers in
the refrigerator
– a cucumber won’t mind hiding in the refrigerator when your mother comes over
– no matter what age group you are in, you can always get a fresh cucumber
– cucumbers can handle rejection
– a cucumber won’t pout if you have a headache
– a cucumber won’t care what time of the month it is
– a cucumber never wants to get it on when your nails are wet
– with a cucumber, you never have to say you’re sorry
– cucumbers don’t leave whisker burns, fall asleep on your chest, or drool on
the pillow
– cucumbers won’t give you a hickey
– cucumbers can stay up all night, and you won’t have to sleep in the wet spot
– Afterwards, a cucumber won’t:
want to shake hands and be friends
say, “I’ll call you a cab.”
tell you he’s not the marrying kind
tell you he is the marrying kind
call his mother, ex-wife, or therapist
take you to confesion
– cucumbers don’t leave you wondering for a month
– a cucumber won’t make you go to the drugstore
– cucumbers won’t tell you a vasectomy will ruin it for him
– a cucumber a day keeps the ob-gyn away
– a cucumber won’t work your crossword with ink
– a cucumber isn’t allergic to your cat
– with a cucumber, you don’t have to play Florence Nightingale during the
flu season
– cucumbers never asnwer your phone or borrow your car
– a cucumber won’t consume all your food or liquors
– a cucumber doesn’t turn your bathroom into a library
– cucumbers won’t go through your medicine chest
– a cucumber doesn’t use your toothbrush, roll-on, or hairspray
– cucumbers don’t leave dirty shorts on the floor
– cucumbers won’t leave hair on the sink or a ring in the tub
– a cucumber never forgets to flush the toilet
– a cucumber doesn’t flush the toilet while you are taking a shower
– with a cucumber, the toilet seat is always the way you left it
– cucumbers don’t compare you to a centerfold
– cucumbers can’t count to “10″
– cucumbers don’t tell you they like you better with longer hair
– a cucumber will never leave you
for another woman
for another man
for another cucumber
– a cucumber will never call and say, “I have to work late, honey.” and then
come home with the smell of Channel No. 19 on him
– a cucumber never snaps your bra, or pinches your butt
– you always know where YOUR cucumber has been
– you won’t find out later that your cucumber:
is married
is on penicillin or have AIDS
likes you, but loves your brother
– a cucumber never has to call “the wife”
– cucumbers never have mid-life crisis
– a cucumber doesn’t have softball practice on the day you move
– cucumbers never have to tell you what they did while on vacation
– cucumbers don’t care if you make more money than they do
– a cucumber won’t wear shorts to your office party
– you don’t have to wait until halftime to talk to your cucumber
– a cucumber won’t leave town on New Year’s Eve
– a cucumber won’t take you to a disco and dump you for a flashy blonde
– cucumbers never want to take you home to mom
– a cucumber doesn’t care if you always spend the holidays with your family
– a cucumber won’t ask to be put through Medical school
– a cucumber won’t tell you he’s outgrown you intellectually
– cucumbers never expect you to have little cucumbers
– a cucumber won’t say “Let’s keep trying until we have a boy.”
– a cucumber won’t insist the little cukes be raised catholic, jewish, or
orthodox vegetarian
– it’s easy to drop a cucumber
– a cucumber will never contest a divorce, demand a property settlement,
or seek custody of anything

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And last by not least:
Why can’t todays women become sucessful carpenters?
Because all their lives they’ve been told that this
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Better Than lists part2

Monday, August 13th, 2007

38. A beer won’t get jealous if you enjoy another beer.
39. A beer won’t even mind if you have another six pack.
40. A beer doesn’t buy everything labelled “turbo”.
41. A beer won’t care if you gain five pounds.
42. A beer will be there for anytime of the month.
43. A beer doesn’t want children.
44. A beer doesn’t think poetry is queer.
45. A beer isn’t ready until you’re ready.
46. If the beer is finished before you are, you can have another beer.
47. A beer can’t talk about the women who had it before you.
48. Hangovers go away.
49. A beer tastes good.
50. Having a beer doesn’t make you want to take a shower.
51. A beer would never leave hair in the bottom of the bathtub.
52. A beer is never late.
53. A beer will never invite friends home for dinner without calling.
54. A beer’s life does not revolve around the world series.
55. A beer won’t think less of you if you can’t name the Steelers’
quarterback.
56. A beer won’t even act amazed if you can.
57. A beer would never make fun of your new outfit.
58. A beer never needs a shave.
59. You don’t have to let a beer win.
60. A beer doesn’t care what toppings you get on the pizza.
61. Just because you have dinner with a beer doesn’t mean you
have to sleep with a beer too.
62. A beer doesn’t have morning breath.
63. A beer never wants to go to the drag races.
64. A beer is happy to go where ever you want to go.
65. A beer helps with the houswork.
66. A beer will never drink the last beer.
67. A beer will never fumble with your bra.
68. You can’t get herpes from a beer.
69. A beer will never take the newspaper apart before you’ve read it.
70. A beer always lets you read the Sunday comics first.
71. A beer is seldom messy.
72. When a beer is finished, it doesn’t roll over and go to sleep.
73. After you’ve had a beer, all you’re committed to doing is
throwing out the container.
74. A beer container is recyclable.
75. A beer wouldn’t mind if you wanted it to wear a condom.
76. A beer will NEVER call you “Babe”. Or “Sugar”.
77. A beer is never tempermental.
78. A beer will never complain about your cooking.
79. A cold beer is a good beer.
80. A beer is not kinky unless you want it to be kinky.
81. A beer will never worry about losing its hair.
82. A big, fat beer is nice to have.
83. A beer is never too sensitive.
84. A beer won’t steal the covers.
85. You don’t have to laugh at a beer’s jokes.
86. A beer won’t mind at all if you’re not in the mood for beer.

> 1. A cucumber won’t tell you that size doesn’t matter.
> 2. A cucumber won’t need to be sucked off.
> 3. A cucumber won’t care what time of the month it is.
> 4. A cucumber won’t lie to you about having a vasectomy.
> 5. A cucumber won’t want to come on your face.
> 6. A cucumber won’t fall asleep too soon.
> 7. A cucumber won’t fall asleep on your chest or drool on the pillow.
> 8. A cucumber won’t make you sleep on the wet spot.
> 9. You won’t find out that a cucumber is: married
> on penicillin
> trying to screw your sister.
>10. A cucumber won’t grab cash from your purse while you’re asleep.
>11. A cucumber won’t come home late, stinking of beer.
>12. A cucumber won’t run off with a cheerleader or an ex-nun.

And don’t forget:

All cucumbers are fresh and juicy.
You can keep as many cucumbers as you want.
Your mother won’t flip out finding a cucumber in your house.
Cucumbers don’t jam the freezer with food you don’t like.
Cucumbers don’t stay up until 4 and then demand that you take
care of them when they get sick.
But on the other hand, cucumbers stay up ALL THE TIME.
Cucumbers don’t mind if you enjoy them and a movie at the same time.
Nobody calls you a bigot for having a favorite kind of cucumber.
The cucumbers you raise don’t desert you.

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Why a cucumber is better than a man

– the average cucumber is at least seven inches long
– cucumbers stay hard for a week
– a cucumber won’t tell you size doesn’t count
– cucumbers don’t get too excited
– a cucumber never suffers from performance anxiety
– cucumbers are easy to pick up
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Better Than lists

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

Ive been seeing lots of requests for the old beer is better posts
so here they are along with (for the women folk of course) all
about cucumbers.

======================but first=====================================
A Sunday school teacher was telling her class about the difference between
right and wrong.

“All right children, let’s take another example,” she said. “If I were to
get into a man’s pocket and take his billfold with all his money, what would
I be?”

A little girl raised her hand, and said, “You’d be his wife.”
======================its true its true=============================

25 GOOD REASONS WHY BEER IS BETTER THAN WOMEN

1. You can enjoy a beer all month long
2. Beer stains wash out
3. You don’t have to wine and dine beer
4. Your beer will always wait patiently for you in
the car while you play baseball
5. When you beer goes flat, you toss it out
6. Hangovers go away
7. A beer lables come off without a fight
8. Beer is never late
9. Beer doesn’t get jealous when you grab another beer
10. When you go to a bar, you know you can always
pick up a beer
11. Beer never gets a headache
12. After you’ve had a beer, the bottle is still worth
5 cents
13. A beer won’t get upset if you come home and have
another beer
14. If you pour a beer right, you’ll always get good
head
15. A beer always goes down easy
16. You can have more than one beer a night and not
feel guilty
17. You can share a beer with your friends
18. You always know you’re the first one to pop a
beer
19. Beer is always wet
20. Beer doesn’t demand equality
21. You can have a beer in public
22. A beer doesn’t care when you come
23. A frigid beer is a good beer
24. You don’t have to wash a beer before it taste
good
25. If you change beers you don’t have to pay
alimony

86 REASONS WHY A BEER IS BETTER THAN A MAN

1. A beer makes life easier.
2. A beer NEVER leaves the toilet seat up.
3. A beer lasts longer than seven seconds.
4. A beer doesn’t want to watch pro wrestling.
5. A beer won’t expect you to cook dinner when you’re
not hungry.
6. A beer will never leave dirty socks on the floor.
7. A beer will never expect you to sit in the wet spot
IT makes.
8. A beer doesn’t care if you go shopping.
9. A beer doesn’t mind when your mother visits.
10. A beer does as many chores as a man, with a LOT less
complaining.
11. A beer won’t leave you for a younger woman.
12. A beer won’t leave you for a younger man either.
13. You don’t have to worry about getting AIDS from a bisexual beer.
14. Having a beer can’t make you pregnant.
15. A beer won’t tease you because you once liked Barry Manilow.
16. A beer will never smell like a man.
17. A beer doesn’t wouldn’t trade you in on a sports car.
18. If a beer did have a sports car, it wouldn’t love it more than you.
19. A beer doesn’t want to go out alone with the other beers.
20. A beer doesn’t sulk.
21. A beer wouldn’t waste its money on Playbeer magazine.
22. A beer won’t switch the TV channel.
23. A beer doesn’t have to sleep with the windows open.
24. A beer doesn’t snore.
25. A beer can’t interrupt.
26. A beer doesn’t care that you can’t find your car’s carburator.
27. A beer doesn’t think black leather bikinis are neat.
28. A beer doesn’t belch.
29. Or fart.
30. A beer doesn’t mind having pantyhose dry in the bathroom.
31. A beer doesn’t care that you don’t balance your checkbook.
32. A good beer is easy to find.
33. Tall, dark, good-looking beers are common.
34. A beer can’t pout.
35. A beer doesn’t have a mother.
36. A beer doesn’t have friends who will drink your beer.
37. A beer wouldn’t yell if you dented the car.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The skinny girl the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your
faults – I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow
paper with the blue and red lines for Pete’s sake – and you tell her to go to
hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her
front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at
your old friend Fred’s the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes
and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers,
has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little
green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie.
Like a damn fool you didn’t get her phone number.
On the way home you drop by Fred’s place. Fred looks like a large bear.
His house looks like where you’d expect a large bear to live. Stringy
furniture. Not very much light. Books everywhere. Longnecks empty of home
brew. Peanut shells on the floor (or are they acorn hulls?) Fred must have one
of every computer Apple ever made. He does something with cars and computers
for a living. You and Fred pop a couple of home brews. They say PHREDZ BIG
BEAR BRAU in sort of fake German leters, done with a computer. You never
forget your first Phredz. If you survive it, anyhow. “Yeah, Laurie’s something
else. Teaches high school. Phone number.” He does something with a computer
and her name and address and phone number eventually pop up on a screen.
While the computer disks whir, your mind wanders back to Fred’s party the
other night. Fred loves to roll back the peanut shells and turn on the old
time rock and roll. You boogied with Laurie and watched her feet move in those
little green shoes that looked like slippers. She wore a soft purple sweater
and when her huge boobs bounced to the music her big nipples showed right
through her bra and poked the backs of your hands. The skinny girl glared. The
backs of your hands are still burning. The computer prints out Laurie’s
address and phone number. You gulp down the rest of the longneck. You go home
and call Laurie. You feel like a high school kid. Even her voice has big
boobs. Sure she’d like to have dinner at your place tomorrow evening. Her
voice bounces “bye” and you put the phone down not quite believing it. You’ve
got a date with Laurie. You fall into bed worn out. Suddenly your dick’s as
hard as the nozzle on a fire hose. You think about those crazy nipples on the
backs of your hands and you cry out “Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” when you cum.
That’s all you remember.
The next day after work you pick up a couple of steaks and go home and
vacuum a little and throw away the newspapers and take a shower and do all the
other shit you do when you’re having a girl over to dinner. Phredz doesn’t
seem to quite set the mood you want, so you open a bottle of red wine to go
with the steaks At 6:30 the doorbell rings and there’s Laurie. Her big smile
and those incredible green eyes seem to light up your whole apartment, but
what you notice most is her cleavage peeking out of a scoop-neck white blouse.
She looks at where you’re looking and you see her blush a little. Her big ass
bulges under her purple skirt. You stumble out “Hi! C’mon in” and she walks
into your apartment, her big eyes bright. You talk about a lot of things while
you grill the steaks and get dinner on the table, about her school and how
much she cares about the kids. You can’t take your eyes off her, her big
laughing green eyes, her huge boobs riding up when she lifts her fork. She’s
fun to talk to. As for dinner, you could be eating oatmeal for all you notice.
Maybe she feels the same way. After dinner you put some music on the stereo
and sit down on the couch and talk some more. You feel her big butt move
closer to you on the couch and you know what to do. You fold your arms around
her and kiss those big luscious lips. Her tongue is soft and just a little bit
rough. She smells like a girl. You touch the bare tops of her breasts and she
gently pushes your hand away. You hold her and kiss her a little while longer
and then tell her you want to make love with her and gently guide her to your
bedroom.
You turn on the lamp by your bed, and she turns it off again. “I’m just
not ready for you to look at me yet. Not tonight. Maybe sometime.” In the
dark, you both slip out of your clothes. You open several snaps on her bra and
her huge boobs flop out into your hands and both of you fall onto your water
bed together. You kiss her mouth again and then your lips move to one of her
luscious nipples. It fills your mouth all warm and nubbiny. One hand moves
down over her back and over the shelf-like top of her enormous butt. Your
other hand glides over the gentle curve of her tummy, to her big hairy
pussy-mound. She presses even closer to you as you kiss her mouth again. Your
finger gently spreads her fat pussy lips, wet and luscious. Buried deep inside
them you find her clit, hard and nubby in the soft fat cunt lips. Your fingers
gently close around its protruding tip, then your middle finger slides down to
rub it. She moves her big butt gently in your hand. Her huge boobs press
against you. “You’re so lovely, Laurie. I wish I could see all of you,” you
whisper. “Soon”, she murmurs. “Put your dick in my pussy now. Don’t cum inside
me tonight, I’m not ready.”
Your cock’s hard as a poker. You mount her big body, slipping one hand
under her luscious butt while your other hand guides your cock tip through the
enormous cunt lips, all flooded now with warm wet pussy juice. Your first fuck
thrust gives her all you’ve got, and she moves that big butt to meet it. Her
big body blends into the water bed mattress, until it feels like you’re
fucking a whole world of big luscious woman. Her enormous boobs push against
your chest. She murmurs “Suck my titties” and you pick up a fat flopper and
take its hard nipple into your mouth. She mvoes her butt even more and starts
making cumming noises. You keep up the fuck thrusts and she keeps cumming. Her
tight pussy squeezes and sucks at your dick, and you know that your dick isn’t
going to take no for an answer for very much longer.
“Let me suck you off now,” she says, and you slip out. Somehow she
rearranges herself so your hands can reach her boobs, and she daintily opens
her mouth around your love banana. She knows right where the tip of her tongue
will do the most good, and you know there’s no more holding back. You cry out
“Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” and pour out your salty fuck juice onto her teasing
tongue. She keeps on teasing as she sucks out every drop. You embrace her and
hold her big body close, totally exhausted, folding her into your arms,
sandwiching your body in between her soft warm body and the soft warm water
bed. You just want to lie like that and sleep with her forever.
She breaks the spell. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got an awful day tomorrow.
I’ve just gotta get home and get some sleep. You just sleep. Call me
tomorrow.” You hold her and kiss her once more and then she’s gone. Laurie.
Somehow you get through the next day. Your head’s spinning around those
enormous boobs. As soon as you know she’s home from school you call her.
There’s that incredible warm voice. “T.G.I.F.,” she chuckles. “Let’s meet at
the flea market tomorrow. I’m looking for a toaster oven. Meet me around 9
where that old Chicano man sells vegetables. You know Isidro.” The Spanish
name rolls off her sweet tongue.
It’s already hot and dusty at the flea market when you get there. You
check out Sam who sells old books and magazines. You buy a couple of old
numbers of one of those magazines about really BIG girls he’s put aside for
you, but this morning Mary Waters does about as much for you as Meryl Streep.
The flea market is the best place in town to go look at girls, particularly
big girls, but this morning there’s only one girl you want to look at. You
head for the cool north corner where they sell fruit and vegetables. and
that’s where you find Laurie, chattering away in Spanish with the old
vegetable man.
When you see Laurie, you about drop what you’re carrying, and your teeth
as well. All she’s wearing up top is a pale lavender cotton T-shirt with
“Perfection” in a slanting script across the front. She’s the biggest girl
you’ve ever seen go braless. The T-shirt is almost horizontal above her huge
boobs, and then hangs vertical from her erect nipples, forgetting to go back
and wrap around her waist like you’d think a respectable T-shirt would want to
do. Her dark areolae show through the T-shirt, even their little nubbiny bumps
visible through the thin fabric. Below, she’s wearing cut-off blue jeans,
with a faded designer label from one of those places that makes blue jeans
that fit women with BIG asses. Laurie’s ass doesn’t quite fit the cut, but
bulges out below the raveled edge of the blue jeans to reveal its edge next to
her big soft thigh. She chuckles “Hi” and gives you a big hug. Old Isidro is
lucky he isn’t killed by a flying zipper. You see him chuckle too, his old
eyes crinkling. “Isidro’s got the first Texas canteloupes of the season,” she
tells you as you snuggle into her enormous melons. “I’ve known Isidro for
years. His father and my grandmother went to school together on el West
Side.” You look a little puzzled. “My grandmother’s an old Canary Islander
from San Antonio. That’s where I get my big green eyes.” You ask her where
she gets her Texas canteloupes and she chuckles “from Isidro” and keeps
laughing until her huge boobs jiggle in the glaring sun. You think you may
just quietly go crazy.
You take her hand and start walking along one of the dusty paths between
the tables and tailgates. You let a fingertip trace the path between the edge
of her butt and the edge of her thigh and she murmurs “mmmm”.
She sees a high school age kid and yells “Hi, Jimmy!”
“Hey, Miss Laurie, look what I found.” He shows her a worn old poetry
book. She leafs through it and finds a poem.
“They flee from me that sometime did me seek.” The 400 year old words
come to life in her soft dark voice. You can see that Jimmy’s looking at her
nipples. You see his dick bulge in his shorts. As she reads, first she looks
at Jimmy, but now you can see her looking at you.
“When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall
And she me caught in her arms long and small
Therefore all sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, Dear heart, how like you this?”
Her big green eyes meet yours. You like it a lot, is how you like it.
“Jimmy’s one of my real successes. When he started in my English class,
he could just about read at sixth grade level. Now he’s reading everything he
can get his hands on.”
“I’ll bet he never took his eyes off your big boobs the whole year.”
“He never took his eyes off the book.” She tries to look very proper, and
almost succeeds. “C’mon, I’ve gotta get this lettuce home. Follow me in your
car. I’m parked back of Isidro’s place.” She gives your hand a quick squeeze.
You follow her to her little white house. The sun’s bright. Spring
flowers bloom in the flower beds. The lawn needs mowing.
You walk behind her into the house and into the kitchen, enchanted by her
huge butt. She stows the vegetables in the refrigerator. As she turns around,
you gather her into your arms for a long kiss on her luscious mouth. Then you
do what you were aching to do at the flea market, lift up that T-shirt, take
one of her huge breasts in both hands, and start sucking. She holds you tight
in her cool heavy arms. Her skin is sweaty and a little bit gritty from the
dust of the flea market. You’re crazy to fuck her. You can tell by the way she
moves her hips against you that she’s crazy to fuck too. You both move off to
the bedroom. Sunlight streams through the windows onto the floral-print
bedspread. You slip the T-shirt over her head, and she gets out of the cut-off
blue jeans and you both land on the queen-size bed.
You just can’t believe how big her boobs are. They make Texas canteloupes
look like, well, like skinny girls. Your fingertips graze over pale white
stretch marks, smooth and fibrous as some exotic leather, that begin just
below her neck and reach down almost to her areolae. Her nipples are dark,
hard, almost half an inch tall. You take one of them in your mouth, trying to
suck in the pale brown areola, but your mouth can’t take it all in, so you let
your fingertips caress its smooth, slightly bumpy edge. With both hands you
try to hold the huge udder to your mouth, but they don’t begin to reach around
it. You let go with one hand to try to hold the other breast, your fingertips
closing around the erect nipple. She makes yumming noises.
After a while your hand slips down her smooth, slightly bulging tummy to
the soft hairy pussy-mound. You caress it until your finger slips into the
soft smooth pussy lips, thicker and fatter than you ever dreamed pussy lips
could be. Your fingertips meet around the bulging clit, then your middle
finger starts to run along its shaft. You keep sucking the huge luscious
nipple. You’d like to move to the other boob but it’s all just too big. “Eat
me,” she murmurs.
You go down on her and spread her huge soft thighs. Sunlight streams onto
her luscious pussy as you spread it with your hands. You see her inner pussy
lips, like soft fleshy pink rose petals, as your tongue meets the protruding
clit tip between them and your lips meet around it. Your hands reach up to
grasp her swollen breasts. “Eat me deep,” she gasps, and you plunge your
tongue deep along the shaft of her big clit. “Put your fingers inside me.” You
put two fingers inside her flowing pussy. She starts to move deep inside,
incredibly tight around your fingers. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she screams,
moving tighter and faster. “Fuck me now! Fuck me NOW!”
You climb on top of her big body and drive your cock all the way in with
one huge fuck thrust. Her cunt grips your cock so tight it almost hurts. She
moves her enormous butt in time with your fuck thrusts and screams “fuck me!
Oh, fuck me!” Her nails claw your back as she cums once more, then relaxes.
“I wanna be on top now.” You slip out of her and roll over on your back,
your cock still rock-hard, and she sits down on your hips and fucks herself
down onto your cock. She leans forward so her long brown hair falls over your
face like a curtain that hides both of you from the whole outside world. Her
mammoth mammaries, swollen still bigger with her crazy lust, hang into your
waiting hands. She starts to move that wonderful butt of hers up and down. You
start sucking one of her big nipples and she cums again, bucking and pitching.
Finally you can’t stand it any longer.
“I’m gonna turn you over and fuck your fat cunt again and cum inside
you.”
“Oh yeah, I wanna cum when you do.” Once again you get on top and start
to move. You cry out “Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” as your boiling hot fuck juice
pours out inside her. She keeps moving her big butt and screams. You collapse
onto her, and both of you lie motionless and exhausted for long minutes.
Finally you roll off and take her in your arms and you both sleep.
When you wake up, her lovely round face is beside you on the pillow, her
enormous boobs pressing against your chest. All you feel like saying is
“Laurie, you’re so lovely, you’re so big, you’re so wonderful.”
“You were so good to me with your big loving cock.”
“You’re so lovely. Why wouldn’t you let me look at you naked before?”
“I’m always afraid the first time. Guys have given me so much shit
aboutIabout how fat I am, what a pretty face I have and how pretty I’d be if I
weren’t so fat. One guy even said I needed a boob job.” Tears begin to well up
in her eyes.
“I can’t believe it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You
aren’t bullshitting her when you say it. “What made you decide to trust me?”
“At the flea market, when you ran your fingertip along the bottom of my
butt. I figured any guy who’d do that in the flea market must be turned on by
me just like I am.”
You tell her you’ve been hurt too. You tell her about the skinny girl and
the list of your faults. The tears are gone as she about rolls off the bed
laughing. “I know who you’re talking about. I’ve heard that same story about
her from two of my girl friends. That’s what you get for running around with
skinny girls.” The way she drags out the word skinny, it sounds like something
nice people don’t do.
She slips out of bed and goes to the refrigerator for a couple of beers.
You swallow the insipid supermarket brew and make a mental note to bring her a
six pack of Phredz. She slips on a terry cloth bathrobe – purple of course -
that doesn’t begin to come to terms with her enormous cleavage. You sit down
together on the couch. On the end table there’s a picture of a young guy, a
Green Beret. He has the same round face and bright green eyes Laurie does. “My
kid brother,” she explains. “He’s off somewhere in Central America.” She looks
thoughtful. “My brothers and I, we’ve all got minds of our own.”
Two thoughts run through what’s left of your brain.
You’d kick every Communist ass in El Ropo with that guy.
And you’d sure like to have a kid with those big green eyes.

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Monday, August 6th, 2007

honestly and properly, just as you do for me.”

To Ann she said “Go ahead, Ann, ask him anything you want.”

Ann hesitated at first then said “John do you feel better knowing I know
you want to be babied ??” to which he replied “Yes, much better.” then
asked her “Do you want to baby me ??”

Ann didn’t know what to say for sure, but finally said “I think so, but I
don’t have much experience. What do I have to do ??”

At this, Dr. Whetmore interrupted, and said “Ann, you just have to treat
John like a baby. Love him, take care of him. Feed him when he’s hungry,
help him get dressed, and change his wet or dirty diapers when he need
changing. You can do that can’t you ??”

At first Ann seemed a little shocked by the idea of changing diapers on her
husband, but then as the doctor told her it was just like playing dolls,
and when she used to babysit for the babies in her neighbourhood, she
decided it was easy and would be Ok.

Finally, Dr. Rotman gently pulled down the blanket, and Dr. Whetmore talked
to Ann, “See Ann, John is wearing diapers and baby panties just like a
little baby. He wet his diapers too, like a little baby. John likes to wear
diapers and to wet them like a baby, and needs his diaper changed now, just
like a little baby. You can do that can’t you Ann.”

As Ann said “Yes”, the doctor led her over to the couch and gave her a
fresh diaper. She had some difficulty at first, and John seemed to squirm
around a bit, but as Ann talked soothingly to him, much like a mother with
an infant at changing time, he settled back, and Ann finally got the diaper
on him and the panties pulled up.

Ann felt a small pin prick in her arm, then began to feel very sleepy, yet
her mind seemed sharp and clear and she could hear her friend talking to
her. She could see herself taking care of John at home at night and on
weekends, with John crawling around and playing in a big playpen. She was a
happy mommy now with her baby around the house, and loved changing his wet,
or messy diapers.

John was much happier now, and a very good baby. Sometimes he was more like
a little boy, but always his diapers reminded her and him that he was still
a diapered baby.

The doctor told her she would give Ann two sets of tapes to listen to for
the next week until their next session. One just for John and one for Ann.
They should listen to the one with words each evening before bed, then the
one with the music all night. This would help them accept their new roles
of mommy and baby much easier and help John get better and feel better much
sooner.

Each week from now on, they would come together for their appointments, and
Ann should keep John diapered at bedtime from now on, and whenever possible
around the house. If John started wetting his pants during the day, she
should scold him like a toddler and then put him in daytime diapers too.

It was Ok for John to wear diapers at work, since many of the other men
wore diapers too, to relieve stress. Later on Dr. Whetmore would introduce
Ann to other mommies who had big babies at home, so they could exchange
ideas and babysit for each other.

Ann found herself warming to these ideas, and began to like the ideas of
having John toddling around the house in just a diaper, panties and Tshirt.
If she wasn’t to have any little babies at home, at least she could have a
big baby at home.

Soon, both John and Ann were sitting chatting with the doctors, and Ann
found herself quite relaxed discussing the “needs” John would soon have. A
diaper bag, about 2 dozen cloth diapers and a dozen plastic panties, some
bottles and perhaps some special rompers and playsuits.

====

Back to the Beginning

As Ann and John left, Dr. Whetmore smiled to herself. She turned to Dr.
Rotman and said “You were a good boy today Danny. I guess by now you need
your didees changed too don’t you Snookums ??”

Dr. Rotman seemed to change before her eyes. He started snivelling and then
spoke in a little boy voice “Yes nana, me all pissy. Need didee change
peez.” and Dr. Whetmore proceeded to have him lay down on the couch and
gently changed his soaking diapers then gave him a bottle and talked gently
to the sleeping baby.

In about a half hour, the two doctors left for home. Danny was meekly
carrying his diaper bag and teddy in one hand while he held “nana’s” hand
with his other hand.

As she drove home, Janet mused to herself. Since coming to the Centre 6
years ago she never dreamed how successful this would be. She smiled as
they passed the town limits and she read the sign “Coucheville” and
translated from french to english, Diaper Town.

It was appropriately named.

Dr. Whetmore had worked in psychology and behaviour research for nearly 15
years, with 7 of those spent working on special government “brain washing”
and behaviour modification projects for various intelligent agencies. She
had learned her trade well and was considered one of the best behaviour
modification specialists in Canada, after leaving the US government service
to take up this position.

When her friend, Dr. Joyce Lovely, had told her of the need for a new
directory of Abnormal Behaviour, Janet had jumped at the chance. Funding
was virtually unlimited since many major corporations poured money into the
Centre for their research into buyer motivation, and the US and other
governments funded special projects for modification studies.

Janet’s specialty had always been paraphilia, the love of objects or things
not normally related to sexual acts. In private practise she had learned
quite a bit about what motivated certain individuals to want to wear
clothing normally reserved for the opposite gender, or to wear leather or
rubber. What had always fascinated her, though, were the infantilists or
adult babies. They wanted to wear baby clothing, especially diapers, and
then wanted to use their diapers like little babies, and be changed or fed
or treated as much like babies as possible.

As she studied this particular group she learned many of them had deep
seated ties back to their baby or infant years and longed for the
sensations of soft baby clothes, the feelings of uncontrolled urination or
defecation and the resulting sensations of wetting or filling their
diapers. The sense of helplessnes and complete lack of responsibility
associated with being a baby gave them similiar feelings of
irresponsibility for their actions, allowing them to do or feel whatever
they wanted.

When the US government first approached her she couldn’t understand why
they wanted her especially, but as the interviews and security clearances
were underway she soon understood. They wanted her to develop programs to
instill the feelings and desires normal for a transvestite or infantilist,
then associate these with strong guilt feelings to let them get control of
various undercover enemies or individuals the government wanted to control.

In the 6 years she was allowed to develop her “programs” she continued to
“treat” outside patients, particularly the TV and adult baby patients, to
help increase their feelings and release their inhibitions as fully as
possible, and then learn their motivations, the “hot buttons” that turned
them on so to speak, until she knew exactly what to do to “create” a TV or
adult baby personality from scratch. In the final two years several
antigovernment leaders had been programmed to become adult babies or TVs or
better yet sissy babies, male adult babies who wanted to dress and act like
baby girls, and then had their compulsions put them in compromising
positions where their credibility was shot.

Finally, she’d had enough and working on her director with her advanced
hypnotic and conditioning skills managed to effect her release from the
government service.

When Joyce had explained the setup at the Centre, and told her of her
ultimate plan, Janet was shocked, disbelieving and enthralled.

Coucheville was originally a regular town, but as the Centre grew in
importance, and became the main employer, then the sole employer the town
slowly died and the Centre families where the only inhabitants. This made
it an ideal location for the government work the Centre did. Noone would
ask questions.

Joyce had used her own considerable skills with hypnosis and subliminal
programming to get control of the two original senior directors until she
had the virtual control of the Centre and its unlimited source of funds.
Over a two year period, each of the male executives was programmed to obey
her. This way, the men still kept up the front of a male dominated and
controlled organization, which kept the government happy, yet Joyce was
actually at the head controlling the men.

Unfortunately, Joyce found the strain of constant programming and creating
a submissive personality also began to breakdown the men’s effectiveness at
work, and soon they “burned out”, and became useless except for menial
chores or minor functions where creativity or decision making capability
was not required.

As they talked, Joyce and Janet formed a devious and very effective plan.
Janet would use her incredible knowledge and skills to develop the same
effeminate or infantile drives in the men that they needed to control, and
would then work on the women to continue reinforcing these desires and
controls at home. The men would still be able to function normally but
would be as dependent on their “mommies” or nana as babies. The TV converts
would be shamed into obedience for fear of exposure.

For the first 2 years, half the men had been feminized and half had been
infantilized. Finally, they decided the adult babies were much easier to
control than the TVs, since fear and shame often resulted in poor
performance. The “babies” were trained to lose all bladder control at all
times, and both bladder and bowel control except when meeting with
outsiders like government officials. The constant wearing of diapers
reminded them of their dependence on mommy or nannies.

Finally, the wives were brought into the picture and were programmed to see
their husbands as babies at all times, and then come to work at the Centre.
Many were secretaries to their baby husbands and fed the necessary
instructions to their husbands just as they fed them their formula bottles
or baby food. Those husbands who didn’t require a secretary would find
mommy in the daycare centre or nursery and go their for their meals and
changes whenever possible.

As Coucheville grew, the Centre developed its own schools, medical centres
and all the facilities a small town would need, with the best teachers,
doctors and facilities available.

As Joyce and Janet discovered the one problem became procreation and the
existing children born prior to the new programs.

They developed a program to have the women not want other babies, since
they would always have their baby husbands around. When it was necessary
for a woman to give birth to keep the population at necessary levels,
certain husbands would be allowed to “make a little baby for mommy”. At all
other times mommy was completely happy with baby’s tonge being artfully
applied to the desired location, or could listen to a special tape for half
an hour and experience orgasmic heaven while they listened.

The existing children were all “programmed” as required. Girls were taught
to be dominant and independent. They were trained to keep the boys as
babies as much as possible. The boys who were already toilet trained were
retrained and back in diapers in just a week or so. Once in diapers, the
baby feelings, needs and desires were emphasized until their personalities
developed into the dependent, submissive nature of most babies.

Boys with good intellects and skills were educated at the Coucheville
schools and taught an accelerated program to develop the particular skills
they required for the job they were to learn. This way a skilled workforce
would always be available.

A few girls and young women were similiarly trained to keep a balance of
skilled and necessary workers.

Over the last year, not a single male was toilet trained, and all wore and
used diapers constantly. The 25 males who had reached maturity and were
ready to marry were “prepared” and matched with suitable females, and then
fully introduced to a life of complete babyhood during their honeymoon
period. Therafter they were obedient, diapered little submissives for their
mommy who kept them in line and ready to do whatever was required of them.

John, with whom she and Danny Rotman had just finished the 10th session,
had been the first, and the last outsider to come to Coucheville.

He had come to Coucheville 2 1/2 years ago, when the Centre needed some
fresh public relations talent. The present director of PR had been one of
the original TV submissives, and had begun to be ineffective at raising the
funds they needed for their special training program. Somehow both she and
Joyce had slipped up on making sure John was properly indoctrinated, and it
wasn’t until John had started his “investigation” abuot a year ago that
they realized their mistake.

Janet had had John’s work area equipped with a special “white noise”
generator, which actually played subliminal messages that would cause his
stomache aches and headaches simulating stress from overwork. Finally, John
had gone to the Centre’s clinic to see Dr. Rotman, Janet’s personal ‘pet’,
for treatment.

Danny had introduced John to the new “relaxation” and “meditation”
treatments for stress, which in actual fact were subliminal conditioning
and hypnosis techniques she’d developed to lure unsuspecting new trainees
into her program. John had been particularly resistant to hypnotic
suggestion, and finally Janet had had to take over his “treatments” once
Danny had him under.

The last 4 sessions she’d used two new drugs the Centre had developed for
the government to break down a person’s resistance to hypnotic programming
to ensure John accepted her suggestions. When he started wetting his bed
last week, she knew he was well on the road to diapered domination. Now she
just had to prepare his mommy to accept her proper role.

Ann at least was a much easier subject, and Janet was sure she would
willingly and easily play her role once she listened to her own tapes a few
times. Next week’s visits should be VERY interesting.

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Susie Nude Bar Contest Story

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

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Susie shivered with excitement. Tonight was her big chance with
Sam. Susie had wanted to go out with the husky jock ever since
he had transferred to Hoover High. After weeks of parading
around during cheerleader practice, throwing her sexiest looks at
him, he had finally asked her for a date.

And tonight was the night! Susie wondered what to wear. After
all, Sam hadn’t said where they were going or what they were
going to do. Better to plan for the best. She laid out her new
clingy red crepe dress. “Better not wear a bra; he might think
I’m old-fashioned. And instead of pantyhose, I’ll wear a G-
string and garter belt with stockings. Just in case things get a
little steamy.” She smiled broadly at the thought.

She admired her trim 38-24-35 form in the full-length mirror.
Her girlfriends on the cheerleading squad always marveled at the
bounciness of her boobs. She held them, and gave her nipples a
quick squeeze. Mmm, that felt good. Then she turned her
attention to her hair. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown,
with subtle curls. She tossed her head experimentally, to judge
the effect. It was OK, no touchups necessary. Now for the rest.
She kept her pubic hair trimmed short because of the white bikini
that she had bought at the beginning of summer. One can’t have
stray hairs peeking out the sides. Unless that’s what one wants,
eh? She dressed, knowing that she was a knockout, as always.

When Sam showed up, she was surprised by his clothes. He was
wearing blue jeans and a torn tee-shirt with a beat-up leather
jacket tossed over one shoulder. His clothes looked like Marlon
Brando’s in “The Wild One.” “Looks like I’m a little over-
dressed” she said.

“Looks great on you” said Sam. “Strange, his eyes look dilated”
Susie thought.

“I’ll only take a minute to change.”

Sam leered a little. “No, don’t. I like your outfit. Let’s go.”

“OK with me” thought Susie.

Instead of the night of dancing and dinner Susie had anticipated,
Sam took her on a long drive that ended at a sleazy-looking
roadhouse bar in Trevor, some 30 miles away. The roof sagged at
the far end, and the quality of the cars parked outside bespoke
the poverty of the patrons. Susie was mildly scared, but with
Sam there she was much reassured. After all, what could go
wrong?

Inside, the atmosphere was dark and smoky. A slightly overweight
stripper gyrated on a low stage at the far end of the room, clad
only in a g-string and boots. Her flabby belly flopped in time
to the music, while her tiny tits were shiny with sweat. “God,
I’m glad I don’t look like that!”

Sam ambled up to the bar and grabbed a stool. Susie was
surprised again, as Sam merely sat. “The jerk! Why doesn’t he
act a little more like a gentleman?” She sat on the stool next
to him.

“What’ll it be?” asked the bartender.

“Beer for me.” said Sam.

The bartender looked Susie appraisingly up and down. “You here
for the contest girlie?”

“What contest was he talking about?” she thought. “No, I’d like
a rum and coke, please.”

After the bartender had left, Susie asked Sam about the contest.
He told her that every Saturday night, this bar had an amateur
strip contest, and that the grand prize was $100. “Big deal, a
hundred bucks. I spend more than that every time I go to the
mall.”

Sam turned and gave her a look of fury. “Maybe that’s what’s
wrong with you; you’re spoiled rotten! I’ll bet you don’t have
the nerve to go up there and strip!” he snapped.

“I wouldn’t if I were dying of hunger and this was the last
hamburger joint on earth! I have my reputation to think of.”
Susie was hot with anger. Even the tired girls at the tables
around the room turned around at that comment.

She grabbed her drink and gulped it down, nervously. Her hand
was shaking a little. “Another one bartender.” she said a little
unevenly. He served it up, and she drank half of it in a gulp.

Sam was looking at her, expectantly. “What are you looking at?”,
Susie said.

“I’m looking at the most beautiful girl in the room. It’s a
shame that she doesn’t care enough to do a little thing for her
admirers.”

Susie could recognize a come-on when she heard it, but her
thinking was a little fuzzy at this point. “He still is kind of
cute. Maybe he’s not all that wrong.”

Susie looked him straight in the eye. “What’s your proposition
Sam?” She toyed with her empty glass, and then signalled the
bartender with a shallow flick of her head.

“I can’t tell you right now, but if you go along with me, I’ll
make it worth your while.” he said. His eyes twinkled, and Susie
took this as a good sign.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked coyly.

Sam snorted, “What do you think? I want you to go up on that
stage and strut your stuff like you do when you’re cheerleading.
You can win the contest easily.”

The bartender brought her refill then. She took the time to
think. “Well, it is $100, and nobody here would ever get over to
Hoover. What the hell?”

“I’ll do it.” she said.

“Good.”

She had three more drinks to loosen up as the night wound slowly
on, and when the contest was about to begin, there were several
new faces in the crowd. A few other women had shown up, and they
weren’t all as ugly as the strippers on the stage.

The bouncer got up on stage as the last stripped flounced off.
He began to warm up the crowd for the contest. Then he asked
that all the contestants line up at the end of the bar. A few of
the girls were asked to leave, but not Susie. The bouncer looked
her over and grinned at her. “You’ll do nicely.” he said. When
he was done, there were only 6 contestants left standing.

The girls drew numbers from a hat to decide the order in which
they’d perform. Susie drew 6th place. “Not bad, I just hope
that the one in front of me is bad.” Susie had gone through
innumerable tryouts for cheerleading over the years, and this
seemed little different. She wished that her head would clear,
though.

The rules were simple. You had one song, about 3 minutes to
excite the audience. The girl who got the most applause was the
winner.

The first amateur stripper was young and slim, with dishwater
blond hair. She wore jeans and a tank top that showed her hard
little nipples. As the music started, she walked around the
stage, dancing a little and rubbing the sides of her breasts.
She didn’t waste much time, pulling the jeans off over her high-
heels and strutting around the stage in the tank top and briefs.
After a moment, she pulled off the tank top, and rubbed her
smallish boobs. She spun around and pulled her briefs down,
thrusting her ass out seductively. As the song ended, she turned
around, showing her body completely nude. The audience applauded
sparsely. “I can do better than that.” thought Susie.

The second contestant was more mature. She looked to be in her
late thirties. She was well-fleshed and tan. Her routine was
polished. She glided from one end of the small stage to the
other, taking off her clothing at a steady clip. When she was
down to her bra and panties, she turned her back to the crowd.
She unfastened her bra with a flourish, but trapped the straps by
holding her arms tight against her ribs. Then she turned around
to face the audience, her hips twitching in a figure-eight
pattern in time to the beat of the music. She laid her right arm
across the lower edge of the bra, pushing in against her large
tits to cause the upper slopes to spill out the top, as well as
to pinion the bra against her torso. Then she slipped the left
strap slowly off her shoulder, and then slowly withdrew her arm
from within the loose loop of fabric. She switched arms at this
point, replacing the right arm with the left in it’s job of
keeping the bra on her chest. Then she slipped the right
shoulder strap off in similar fashion. Once both of her arms
were free, she cupped her breasts through the material of the
bra, pinching the nipples and wearing a slight grin. She slowly
leaned over, emphasizing the cleavage and sheer swell of the tops
of her breasts. They were obviously her best feature. She
slowly straightened up and removed her hands from the bra. It
stayed on, as if attached with adhesive. The straps hung down
limply from the sides, and when she shimmied slowly, they whipped
from side to side. She increased the shimmy, and the bra began
to slide off. Finally, it came free, dropping to the floor with
little preamble. The crowd roared, because her tits were
perfectly round, with triangular tan lines illustrating the
briefness of her bikini. She didn’t stop shimmying; instead she
redoubled her efforts. She slipped her panties down slowly as
she continued to shake her tits. When she was done, the crowd
hooted in appreciation.

“My tits are at least that nice. I’ll have to work pretty hard
to beat her routine, though.” mused Susie.

The third contestant chickened out as soon as she got up on
stage. She fled sobbing into the lady’s room.

The next was a young girl. She started by removing all her
clothes on the side of the stage except for a sequined g-string.
She did her whole song clad like that. Her routine consisted of
acrobatics and gymnastics. The crowd was uninterested.

Susie thought, “All I have to do is to take off my clothes and
shake my tits, show a little of my trimmed little bush and this
place will go up for grabs.” She drained the last of her drink,
and waited for the fifth contestant.

This one was in her twenties, and was a looker. Her waist-length
ash blond hair fell in straight cascades over her shoulders, and
her body was easily the equal of Susie’s. “I hope she falls on
her butt.” thought Susie.

But instead, she grinned at the audience, and bared her ample
chest by ripping the bodice that she wore a’ la Hulk Hogan. She
rubbed her breasts and teased the men by tweaking her nipples.
They erected to the size of pencil erasers, and she made a small
“oh” as if she had a mini-orgasm.

She shrugged out of the now-ruined shirt, and spun in tight
circles. The long skirt she wore rose up and up, showing her
long legs. She began to walk the edge of the stage, lifting the
skirt until her g-string showed to every man there. The crowd
howled.

Then she removed the skirt, dropped it on the floor, and laid
down on it at the edge of the stage. Her hips gyrated in
simulated masturbation. Then she began in earnest, by sliding
the g-string down imperceptibly, and reaching in with her
fingertips. You could see the material move in an up-and-down
motion. The crowd watched expectantly, as the woman masturbated
with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. Her moans
of pleasure were heard even over the pounding beat of the music.

And then the music was over, and she began to come loudly in the
silence that followed. Her cries echoed off the walls in the
small bar. At last, she looked up and embarrassedly ran off
stage to thunderous applause.

Susie was tempted to throw in the towel at that point, because
she had little or no hope of topping that last performance. But
something in her wouldn’t let her quit.

So she took to the stage. The song she had chosen was “Freeway
Jam” by Jeff Beck. She hoped it was enough.

Waiting for the music to queue up, she looked out at the crowd.
“Shit, there must be a hundred guys in here. They’re all waiting
to see me take my clothes off.” The thought excited her, and a
shiver ran through her body.

The music started with a guitar riff, and she walked quickly
around the stage, grinning at the men at the edge. She had seen
the last contestant do that, and it seemed to make them clap
louder. Someone in the back of the bar was chanting “Take it
off! Take it off!”

She began by turning her back to the audience, and unzipping the
tight dress. The zipper wound down into the crack of her ass as
she swung her butt from side to side in time with the music.
Someone yelled “No bra!”, as if it were some kind of cheer.

She turned to face the crowd, and with her hands on her chest,
slid the dress down until the tops of her breasts were visible.
She rubbed her big boobs and pinched her nipples through the
fabric. They responded instantly, and a warm feeling spread from
her nipples down to her crotch.

She turned around again, and slid the dress down until her ass
was totally visible through the split halves. She reached down
one-handed and rubbed the smooth globe of her ass cheek. Then
she gave it a sharp slap. The red imprint of her hand stood out
in high relief on her butt. She dropped the dress.

Then she began to dance, as she slowly undid the clips holding up
her stockings. She paused and slid the right stocking off, then
the left stocking hit the floor too. She put her high heel back
on, since they did such nice things (visually) to her calves.

She dropped the garter belt, too, since it’s function was now
gone. She was hot; a sheen of sweat covered the cleavage between
her breasts. Her nipples were erect as a cool breeze from an
open door chilled them briefly. As she danced around the stage,
she reflected on her performance.

She judged that the applause wasn’t nearly as loud as the last
stripper’s had been. She needed something to supercharge her
routine.

She had about 45 seconds of music left. She laid down on the
floor parallel to the edge of the stage. She arched her back and
removed the g-string completely. “Well, here goes.” she thought.

She began to masturbate in time to the music. At first, she
rubbed her clit just to get things going. Then she spread her
cuntlips with one hand as she plunged two fingers in and out of
her hole. It felt so good.

The men were craning their necks to see what she was doing, and
she began to turn slowly to face them. As she rolled on her
side, she slowly raised her leg until it was pointed straight up
in the air. She held her leg up with one arm. She spread her
cuntlips further and further apart, while swiveling her hips in a
circle. Her cunt gaped wide open to the crowd. The music was
coming to a close, and as a finale, she slid a quarter turn until
her snatch faced the audience squarely, and lifted her legs in a
wide “V” shape. Then, as the last bars of music faded away, she
grabbed both of her nipples between her thumb and forefingers and
lifted, pulling her nipples and breasts up in the air. There she
rolled the buds until an orgasm began to spread throughout her
cunt. She moaned and lifted her hips, wishing for a hard cock to
fill her empty hole. Waves of orgasm swept over her, blanking
her mind to the crowd’s cheers.

When she came to, she was still laying on the stage. Her legs
were rubbery, and when she stood, she swayed drunkenly. The
announcer gave her the hundred, saying that there was a clear
winner. After she had stumbled off stage, several men walked
toward her. She fled to the safety of the ladies john.

She dressed in mortified silence. “Did I really do that? Did I
really masturbate, and have an orgasm in front of a crowd of
men?” She shook her head.

Back at the bar, Sam grinned at her. “I told you that you could
do it.” he said triumphantly.

The bartender walked over and handed her a note, saying that it
was from the owner. She looked where he indicated, and a man
seated at the front of the stage tipped his hat.

The note said, “If you want to make some easy money, come see me
tomorrow. I’ll be here at noon.”

Susie thought to herself, “Not in a million years buddy!”

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Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone She’d known John had been going

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.

He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation
and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d
never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman at that, from her
voice.

Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during John’s “session”
whatever that was all about, and talk with her about helping John with his
problems.

Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their conversation
or next week’s visit, which had seemed strange, but then she didn’t want
John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to worry about, but she
felt Ann could really help John with his problems and help him on the road
to recovery. She’d said she’d seen this in lots of young executives who
were under terrible strain to produce as they moved up in their careers.

John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and had just taken
over this position from his predecessor about a year ago. It was just about
6 months ago that John had started getting these headaches and stomach
aches that had sent him to the Centre’s clinic.

About that time he’d come home and told Ann that he thought there was some
“funny business” going on with the way the clinic was run, but that he
needed more evidence before he told her more.

He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of government work
the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if there was something
going on that wasn’t right. He’d occasionally tell her things about some of
the research the clinic did, but since much of it was ‘hush hush’ he
couldn’t tell much except it involved some high tech “brainwashing” and
“mind control” stuff.

Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology, or CAP as it
was called by the employees, did was just normal psychology research with
rats, and such or studying which colors had what affect on people, and
relaxation methods and techniques for stressed out executives or high
ranking government people.

It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress, so CAP ran
its own private health clinic with a full range of services from general
medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.

John had gone to the clinic about 3 months ago and lately it seemed to have
helped. His stomach aches were far less freguent and his headaches seemed
to go away when he closed his eyes and just let himself relax. He seemed to
hum some silly mantra or something, kind of like a familiar lullabye, but
it seemed to help and he was in a much better mood, except when Ann brought
up the subject of starting a family.

With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time, and she badly
wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised at how few of the
women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic had children, but they
seemed to poo-poo it by saying “We have our pets, and careers, and besides
these silly men are just like children anyway.”

Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them worked in
the special daycare where workers and local townspeople received excellent
daycare and nursery care for their pre-schoolers, but Ann so far hadn’t
been interested in a “career”, especially with other people’s children and
babies.

the Visit and the Secret Revealed

The week had gone uneventfully, and John seemed much better. He’d been
sleeping so soundly, he’d wet his bed twice that week, but Ann didn’t have
the heart to scold him or make fun of him. He seemed embarrassed enough
when he woke up and had to change his bed and PJs.

He’d been listening to some tape or something the doctor had given him, but
all Ann could hear was music and nature sounds. It seemed very relaxing and
soothing, but Ann didn’t have time for that nonsense.

Finally, Friday afternoon at 4:25 Ann sat waiting for Dr. Whetmore, when
Dr. Rotman came out and invited her into his office to “talk” before they
went in to see John and his associate.

While they talked, Dr. Rotman explained that much of John’s problems were
due to the stress of his job, and this silly “investigation” he’d started,
and finally decided to drop. His pressure and the strain were making him a
little paranoid, seeing “bogey men everywhere” as Dr. Rotman explained it.

While the doctor was talking he kept playing with a small shiny ball on a
thin metal chain, kind of like a pendulum, and Ann was fascinated by it as
it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with a gentle,
steady rythm, and the soft click, click as it hit the other ball. She found
it hard to concentrate on what the doctor said at first, but then it seemed
so much easier, as she relaxed and just listened to him while she watched
the ball.

Finally, the doctor said “Let’s go see Dr. Whetmore and John, Ann so we can
find how to help John with is problems.”

Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor’s arm as they walked slowly
to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept talking slowly and
softly to her reassuring her everything would be alright, just as long as
she accepted John’s problem and helped him to get over the stresses he was
feeling.

As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman sitting in a
chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on the couch with
headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm. He was covered with
a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his feet were bare and he was
fast asleep.

As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr. Janet Whetmore,
a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like John’s. Dr. Whetmore
talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began to really trust Dr.
Whetmore and to like her as though she were a long time friend and
confidante.

The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore offered Ann a
glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few seconds she felt
very “alive” and “able to listen” to Dr. Whetmore and hung on her every
word.

Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with special
problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes or sexual
interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a special time in
life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in women’s clothing, and
this was called transvestitism and the “love of womens’ clothing”. She
explained that a lot of men in important positions, like John’s, found the
stresses of everyday life caused them to want to escape into an easier
life, where they had no responsibilities, and a time when they were cared
for as babies.

These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as babies,
especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their diapers like
little babies.

Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created further stresses
and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick, especially if there was
stress at home, or they were afraid their wife wouldn’t accept their
fetish. Then they could get really sick and have a breakdown.

Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could their wives
be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses. The doctor had
explained these people were called infantilists, who loved to dress and
play as babies, but didn’t want to actually play “with babies” or children
at all. They just wanted to be babied and loved the way a mommy loved her
little baby.

In most ways they were as normal as any man, and could be capable lovers
and supporters, but needed to be babied sometimes to relieve stress and
escape from the pressures of their demanding roles and jobs.

As Ann thought about this it seemed to make so much sense, and besides here
was this learned doctor, her new friend, explaining it all softly to her,
and telling her she felt it was alright.

Finally, Dr. Whetmore said “John is an infantilist Ann. He wants to wear
diapers and baby panties, and be treated as a baby sometimes to help him
relieve the pressure of his job. That is why he has been so sick,
especially when you told him you wanted to have a new baby in your family.
It made him think you wanted someone new to love and care for and that you
wouldn’t accept the baby inside him and let it come out.

John is lying here now, Ann and has been listening to a special tape I made
for him to help him feel better physically and to help him feel better
about himself. He also has been receiving an IV with pentathol in it so we
can talk to him and ask him questions and get the honest answers.

Would you like to talk to John and ask him about his being a baby, Ann ?”

Ann paused for a second, while she thought about her husband, the 33 year
old executive, being a baby, then finally said “I’m not sure, but I should
find out. If that’s what he needs to get better, then I should know how to
help him. I do love him, and don’t want to hurt him !!”

“Very good Ann, come and sit over here, where John can see you and you can
talk. I’ll speak to him for a few minutes then you can ask him questions.”

As Ann pulled her chair over closer to the couch, she recognized the young
man now as her husband John. The doctor talked to John for a few minutes
and finally said “John, your wife Ann is here now and wants to talk to you.
She knows you want to be a big baby, and to be her baby, so you can feel
comfortable about talking to her. Be a good boy and answer her questions
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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I guess I realized my fetish started when I was in high school One

Saturday, August 4th, 2007

weekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party and
get some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who I
was seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever she
wanted. So she asked to take her brother’s speedboat out and of course
they consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but had
been navigating her father’s speedboat as well as some of our friends’
skiboats for a while. I don’t think she had ever taken her brother’s
boat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn’t
care anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problems
getting the boat up to the lake, but once it was there, the fun started.

Valerie had long blond hair (being the California beach girl) and a
really knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was
always wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun she
said). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and she
had these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking at
her long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiier
and had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their share
of sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kind
that has the really thin stringy thongs which showed off her cute feet.
I got an instant hard-on.

She pulled me to my feet where the group was sitting in the sand. We
hadn’t begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm up
the boat and get used to driving it by taking it around the lake once.
She of course called me togo with her or this would be the end of the story.

Her brother’s boat was a fast jet boat that he sometimes used for
racing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbed
into the driver’s seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her
beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like
a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had
a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard
surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal
pedal was at least 14″ high and stood straight up. I had never seen
a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said it
was for the gas and that boat didn’t originally come with it. But
her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so
he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his
liking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all.
He said that it allowed him to get off the starting line faster because
he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and
arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his
foot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she said
that she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had never
driven his boat before.

She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a car
and that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jets
a lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thonged
foot on the upright accelerator. It looked tiny against the massive pedal;
her toes didn’t even reach “his toes” of the foot throttle, only just above
the arch of “his foot”. As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heel
cup, her foot slid out of her thong. “Dammit!” she yelled and tried to
kick the thong out of the pedal. Mike’s “foot” seemed to like her shoe and
refused to give it up no matter which way she tried to move it. Finally,
I bent over and lifted her size 6-7 thong out of the pedal. The accelerator
pedal must’ve pivoted about an axis where it touched the floor because
she tried to give the pedal a mighty pump with her foot, but since her
foot was small and her heel was in the cup, the pedal barely moved. She,
however, flinched in pain as stomping on a non-moving steel pad must’ve
hurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toes
on Mike’s “toes”. She extended her leg as far as it would go and began
pumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards.
She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feeble
ministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. It
had been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold.

I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and I
was now sitting in the driver’s seat. I checked all the gauges and
everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my
right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long
ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the
sandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from the
front strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal with
the bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. This
was illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almost
fit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip running
around it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed on
the massive pedal with my toes and to my surprise it went back quite far.
I turned the key again and held it in start. I began pumping the pedal
in long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost
horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputtered
and she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation.
It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still in
her sandal, on top of my right and tried to pump the engine back to life.
Using the dashboard and my cock to balance her, she was making my cock
harder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The engine
caught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it died
again suddenly.

I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boat
seemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do it
together. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuit
and slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released her
bikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to try
to get this boat started. So she sat down, easing her way onto my shaft,
moaning as she went. Now that we were one, I put my right bare foot
onto the large pedal which had grown warm by the heat from our feet.
Val then lifted her again-thonged right foot to the pedal. Now that she
was in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toes
and let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Then
she moved her foot down until her foot slipped out of her shoe again.
The white thong landed sloppily behind the accelerator. Her dainty foot,
now on top of mine, tried to push on the gas but her thong had fallen at
just the right angle to wedge against the back of the pedal and the floor.
So I kicked off my left sandal and fished behind the large, wide pedal
for her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind the
throttle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lunge
got my toe looped through the thin straps of her thong and pulled it free.
She reached forward and turned the key. She began pumping with her foot
furiously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again,
rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with mine
from the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while her
painted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of red
nails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from under
her foot. The nubs on the pedal were massaging the bare soles of my foot,
sending chills up and down my spine. My foot crashed the pedal again
and again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. I
watched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on my
instep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leg
involuntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her foot
pounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right leg
straightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttle
wide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed a
wallop of pressure! I couldn’t move. But my foot between hers and
the gleaming silver pedal couldn’t feel anything anyway as I began
exploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fully
horizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. The
engine started.

>From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging in
other activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There’s more to the
story too!) And I get this massive hard on that wants release desperately.
As Dave Munroe said, a girl in a convertible driving on PCH with the top
down barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the best
time to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertibles
driving barefooted! But isn’t there a law against driving barefooted (at
least in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?

If anyone has stories about pedals, tips or stories on seeing barefoot
drivers, or has an answer to the driving barefooted question, please post
to this group!!!

Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)

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amanda the nubile part6

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

nipples, circling them heavily. Spiral was facing the roof with her eyes
closed as Elizabeth leaped on the chance and started licking Spiral’s
nice tits. Spiral placed her lowest pair of arms under Elizabeth’s butt,
helping her in moving her hips in the correct rhythm.

“Oh I’m coming” Spiral whispered, and Elizabeth buried her face between her
luscious breasts. Spiral took some of Elizabeth’s hair in her mouth, licking
it all the way to the skin on her head. The sensation made Elizabeth go wild
and she began to come. Spiral hadn’t reached her peak yet, but when Elizabeth
let her feel her orgasm she started coming almost simultaneously. When it
was over, both women fell on each other, kissing and petting smoothly.

“You are wonderful”, Elizabeth said, running her fingers on Spiral’s long
blonde hair. Spiral was now resting her head on Elizabeth’s stomach, her body
lying on the bed. Both women were sweating and the colour of their skin had
become deeper red.

“Now look, it was no use taking a bath”, Elizabeth complained. She stood up
and remembered Alison, who was lying unconscious on the floor. She went to
check if she was all right.

“I hope I didn’t scare her”, Spiral said as she approached Alison. She sat
down next to Elizabeth, who was trying to awaken Alison with careful little
shocks on her mind. When Elizabeth’s ass rose high in the air as she put
her face closer to Alison’s, Spiral couldn’t resist and tickled her pussy
from behind. Elizabeth didn’t complain, she opened her legs a bit to give
her a better entry. Her pussy was still moist as she slid her fingers in
it.

“Not yet”, Elizabeth laughed when Spiral’s caresses became more intense.
They both had to fight themselves not to jump on each other to repeat what
had just happened. “We must take care of Alison first.”

In a minute Alison woke up to find herself naked in Elizabeth’s bathtub.
Warm water felt good, but not as good as hands caressing her body all over.
At first she thought that she was pampered by several people, but then she
opened her eyes and saw Spiral, sitting naked near the tub, to whom did all
those hands belong. She realized the situation and tried to rush up, causing
several litres of water to end up on the floor.

Elizabeth was sitting right in front of her on a chair, also nude. She held
her forefinger up in the air, as if she was trying to warn Alison of doing
something. Alison stopped and felt the warm sponge touch her pussy.

“It is all right”, Elizabeth said. “You didn’t give me any time to explain,
so I had to do this the hard way.”

“What… what are you doing? This woman here, she is…”

Spiral did something words can’t describe to her pussy, causing her to stop.
Alison felt her nipples grow hard for lust, and Spiral noticed this and placed
her many hands on her breasts.

“Now listen”, Spiral said. “I’m not with the Freedom Force now. They think
that you are dead, and I’m not going to tell it to those morons. My master,
whom you already know quite well, sent me here to do something to you. But
I don’t want to be his slave puppet any more. I met Elizabeth alone at a
nearby creek, convinced her of my peaceful intentions, and you know, we talked
a lot about everything and it just happened…”

Elizabeth nodded to confirm Spiral’s story. Alison leaned back on the tub,
surprised and confused. She paid no attention to Spiral’s work as she rubbed
oil on her skin and caressed her tense muscles.

“It’s all right”, Elizabeth said. “I probed her mind and it was the truth.”

“And I admit that I enjoy this much more than fighting you”, Spiral said. “Is
this OK with you? Just tell me if you don’t like it.”

“No…” Alison started, “go on. It feels good”, and closed her eyes as Spiral’s
motions on her pussy became more intense. Elizabeth had been holding back her
passion, and fingering herself certainly didn’t do. She stood up and walked
next to the tub, taking Alison’s left hand into hers.

“Oh yes”, Alison said when Spiral inserted a finger into her shaft. The sponge
was still rubbing her thighs as the finger entered her. Spiral approached her
face and she didn’t hesitate to kiss her. Their lips touched each other like
a butterfly’s shadow touches a flower, and any doubts Alison had by then were
gone. She let herself feel horny and was going to be satisfied today, no matter
what Wolvie thought about this.

In a minute Alison was resting against the tub when Spiral was on all fours
on her, her ass close to Alison’s face. She was facing Elizabeth, who was
sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread and touching the floor,
supporting herself on her hands on the edge. She lifted her pussy so that
Spiral could easily lick it and caress it with her wet hands. Elizabeth was
juggling her breasts, her face towards the ceiling, and now and then she
took some soapy, warm water in her palm and let it run down on her breast.

Spiral’s nipples were barely touching the water as her breasts dangled free.
Two of her hands were caressing Elizabeth, the other two were exploring
Alison’s underwater pussy with a sponge and the two last ones were on her
bare ass, pouring water on the cheeks quite like Elizabeth did to her tits.
Alison’s feet felt squiggly as Spiral caressed her, sometimes waving her
fingers rapidly a few inches away from the actual pussy to cause vibrations
through water. Alison giggled every time this happened.

“Lick me”, Spiral said, and Alison complied. She was very curious to find out
how the alien swordswoman tasted, and was delighted to discover her sweetness.
She ran her tongue along the crack of her ass to tease her, and when she
felt her ass shiver, she turned her attention to the pussy. The clitoris
was very easy to find, and she probed and circled it with her tongue.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked down to see Spiral’s back and Alison’s
happy face. She moved her hips closer to Spiral’s face, arched her back and
moved her feet a little bet farther from the tub. This position required
some physical work from her, but the stress on her leg muscles found its
way to the lower back and ass, where it felt real good. She was heaving with
excitement as her hands groped her breasts harder and harder. She wanted to
squeeze them until they bursted with pleasure.

Alison inserted a finger inside Spiral’s pussy, then another, spreading the
pussy lips wider. Her vagina was cherry red, and the clitoris had grown
into a clearly visible lump. “You’re so beautiful”, she said, admiring the
insides of her vagina.

Sprinkles of water looked like diamonds when sun hit them in Elizabeth’s
pussy. Spiral stopped her cunnilingus for a second, looking up at her
partner’s beautiful, well-formed tits. The way Elizabeth was squeezing
them looked so delicious that she didn’t know what to do. Alison’s fingers
found the right pace and Spiral had to stick her tongue back into Elizabeth
to avoid screaming for joy.

“Got a spare hand?” Rogue’s voice said at the doorway. Suddenly everyone
opened their eyes back to reality and looked at the stripe-haired mutant.

“You’d better be more careful”, she continued. “It could’ve been any one
of the boys or some villain. Speaking of which, why is that six-handed
menace eating you out, Elizabeth?”

“Come on, try using your power on me”, Spiral answered. “We have seen whose
persona is stronger, in case you don’t remember.”

“It’s OK”, Elizabeth snapped, “she is on her own.”

“Join in”, Alison said as she raised her face above the edge of the tub.

“I think that we ought to have a serious conversation about this”, Rogue
said and shook her head, lost in her thoughts for a while. “I mean, we
can’t go on taking care of our enemies like that!”

“Rog, this is an exception. We’re not trying to defeat Selen like this or
anything”, Elizabeth said and moaned sharply when Spiral inserted her
tongue inside her pussy for a second, wiggled it there for a while and
pulled out. Alison did the same for her, causing her ass shiver consider-
ably.

“No”, Rogue said. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood. Look, girls, what
would the others say if they found out that we are not only lesbians but
do it with our sworn enemies?”

“You didn’t seem to be such a prude last night”, Alison said.

“That was different. You’re right that I’ve been left without sex for a
long time, but I don’t want to go too far. In fact I’m not sure about if
I should do this any more. It was fun and felt great, but still… it
shouldn’t go this way.”

“That’s your decision”, Elizabeth said when Rogue was to leave. “We won’t
force you to do anything.”

“No hard feelings?” Rogue asked, looking back.

“Of course not”, Alison said. “Let’s keep our friendship the way it was.”

They heard Rogue walk along the corridor into her room and close the door.
Alison stretched out her hand and fired a minimum bolt of light, strong
enough to push the door shut. Spiral continued licking Elizabeth, who was
quick to regain the mood. Elizabeth started pouring water on Spiral’s
back, making small puddles on her spine.

“Hey, my skin will look like a raisin if I don’t get to another position”,
Alison complained after a minute of pussy-licking. She had also lost her
sensitivity to Spiral’s fingers and wanted something else, preferably
Elizabeth to touch her.

“I have an idea”, Spiral said, raising her kisses to Eizabeth’s abdomen.

The girls quickly stood up and dried theirselves. Elizabeth and Alison
got on the bed, lying on their back, and kissed each other’s lips and
breasts. Spiral sat between their legs and told them to open their legs
to give her a better entry. The heroines got their torsos closer and put
their nipples together, and gave each other a passionate kiss, their lust
lit up by the touch of each other’s hot body.

Spiral spread her own legs, too, and started masturbating everyone with a
pair of hands. Alison’s tongue darted to Elizabeth’s neck and ears, and
while Elizabeth moaned and rubber Alison’s tits with both hands Alison
handled every zynaps above her shoulderline.

“This feels good”, Alison said, moving back to sucking the nipple.

“I’m going to come soon”, Elizabeth said, her mouth hanging wide open.

“Me too”, Alison said and let the tit go. She waited for a second without
knowing where to go next, but then she started sucking and licking her
teammate’s hairline. Elizabeth yipped with sudden pleasure, because her
vaginal muscles were quickly becoming one. Spiral touched each girl’s ass
cheeks with her lips and teeth.

Alison was the first one to reach orgasm, and she released light at every
harmless frequency. Other women kept their eyes closed, so this didn’t
affect them in any way. Alison cried all the way to the top, down and
right after that to the top again. Spiral’s fingers helped her to come
three times before Elizabeth, who had decided to do it “alone” this time,
reached her peak. Spiral could feel both women come on her fingers, and
she tried to physically transmit the sensation through her body from one
woman to another. Whether she succeeded or not she couldn’t tell from the
gasps and cries, but she had no reason to complain.

Alison and Elizabeth grabbed each other, almost set on fire. Alison came
twice more, the last one burning every drop of her sexual energy she had.
Elizabeth had only one orgasm, but it was certainly extremely satisfying.
Spiral had difficulties in reaching hers, but then Elizabeth took the
controls, inserted her tongue and sucked it dry. This was enough to help
Spiral over the edge, and the alien swordwoman’s orgasm almost caused Alison
come once more by its sheer immenseness.

At that very moment, in Mojoverse, Mojo laughed and turned his face away
from the silver screen. The camera focused on Spiral’s sweaty legs, panned
to the throbbing pussy and then zoomed out to show the expression on her
face.

“She’s won their confidence”, Mojo giggled, looking fat and sweaty as
usual.

“Master?” Domo said.

“Yes?”

“She… broke your orders. Aren’t you going to punish her, my master?”

“You don’t understand anything, do you? She thinks that she’s betrayed
me, but only – thinks! This is real art! She thinks that they’ve accepted
her as their peer! But no! When I created her, I knew that I’d be doing this
and built into her some… adjustments! Perhaps I’ll make her know that
she had no place to go expect be my servant, that she’ll come and kiss my
hand, crying for rejection!”

“They didn’t seem to reject her, my master”, Domo said.

“Not yet, and that’s the best part! But wait till tomorrow, when my little
adjustments take place! Her sexual preferences will turn to be… somewhat
unusual!”

“Of course, my master”, Domo said, shrugging shoulders. What a giant kid.

—
Black suit – white noise

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amanda the nubile part5

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

entertainment.

“Just look at them!” Mojo shouted. Domo was doing his calculations without
emotion (Mojo had never given him any) as he predicted the nettings of this
film. “I’m their God, just like I should be! And did you say that it was
a bad idea to once try an XXX-rated instead that usual dull villainbashing?”

“You were right, master”, Domo said as he wrote the bottom line in the
books. “This will be your greatest success ever. I suggest that you produce
a lot more like these, with actor/actress combinations like…”

“NEVER!” Mojo screamed with frenzy. “I am an artist, don’t you get it?”
Just for the kick of it Mojo took some his disgusting personal bipedal
slaves and took 50 years from their meaningless lives. “There lies the art
you’ll never understand – giving it all up! I could net the whole multiverse
with porn movies, but it wouldn’t be art! I can do something better than
make some yeucky non-spineless man teleport another ugly woman into someplace
where there’s sex going on!”

“You’re right, my master. I can see the light now.”

“Don’t! Don’t take my light!” Mojo shrieked, and then it was all dark.
“Give me back my light right now, you… traitor!”

Mojo ripped Domo to shreds, but the light was gone for good.

“Spiral?” he said, having sulked for an hour.

“Yes, my master?”, the six-handed swordswoman said, awaiting orders.

“I have a job for you”, Mojo said, grinning wide.

Exams are over for this spring, so here it is… X-Men part 3!

Nowadays X-Men comics are crap and I don’t follow them at all. Therefore
this story takes place some time before Acts of Vengeance, when everyone
thought the X-Men were dead and they lived in Reavers’ base. This is not
the *same* X-Men that Marvel publishes, so I don’t violate any copyright
laws, OK? It just looks and feels the same, but it isn’t. Really.

Disclaimer: As a Finn, I can’t write different dialects of English that
X-characters use. If anyone wishes, s/he may edit this story for richer
language. Send it back to me, then.

This story may be distributed freely, but if you make profit with it,
send me half of it and I’m happy. (Wishful thinking.)

“I’ll be right back”, Rogue said cheerfully and left the kitchen. Logan
and Alison said bye and continued eating. It was leftovers from yesterday’s
dinner, but when microwaved properly it still tasted good. Alison yelled
Rogue some advice about how she shouldn’t scare any 747 pilots, but too
late – she was gone.

“Alison?” Logan said, having finished his meal. His voice was rather serious,
and Alison stopped eating. She put her glass back on the table and asked
“Yes?”

“I’m not blind”, Logan said. “Anyone can see that something has happened to
Rogue – her very body has moved differently for the last three days. It’s like
she’s a whole new person, not herself nor Carol.”

“Well, she’s been quite happy with herself”, Alison admitted, trying to sound
as if she were an outsider. She knew very well that she was an open book to
Logan, and only made things worse. “Perhaps she and Carol have somehow found
peace together, and have combined into something new.”

Logan shook his head. “No, it isn’t Carol. I knew her for years, and I should
know.” He stood up and put his tableware into dish washer. “It’s Rogue all
right, and I think I know what has happened here. It’s between you and Liz
too – the way you behave with others present tells it all. And that the two
of you tiptoed to Rogue’s room last night and stayed there for hours with
no audible sounds – I take it that you ensured your secrecy by absorbing
everything?”

Alison went speechless and filled her mouth with meat loaf instead. She was
very ashamed to hear this from her teammate.

“It’s not that it didn’t do her good”, Logan said. “If it stays between you,
it’s your business and I will not mess with it.”

“It does”, Alison said. “She really enjoys it.”

“I never said she didn’t”, Logan said. “But you girls be careful. Rogue is
not the most stable person in our team, and considering Carol, whom I know
for certain doesn’t enjoy woman’s touch, inside her head… treat her kind.
Rogue might feel that she has found love, even though the only reason you’re
doing it is the pleasure with people you can trust. Not for love, but I’m not
sure that she understands it. I wouldn’t be so sure that she can handle
rejection, thinking that she’ll have to go back to that lonely torture. It
could drive her to madness. So whatever you do…”

Alison nodded, touched by Logan’s words. After all, her relationship with
Rogue was a total mess. Rogue had tried to kill her when she had still been
a criminal, and even when they’d been teammates, there had been problems.
She had used a Rogue robot as her Danger Room opponent. What did she know
about how she took all this, what kind of feelings were involved?

“And if I think that your nocturnal activities affect your battle provesses,
I’ll put an definite end to it. Do you understand?”

“Of course”, Alison said. Logan cleared the table while she just sat there,
surrounded with her own thoughts.

“So, what should we do now? Any ideas?” she finally asked.

“It’s up to you”, Logan answered. The wind carried the sound of Gateway’s
bullhorn from his nearby hill, but the light wasn’t much compared with full
daylight. “Looks like my cab has arrived. I have to go. I’ll be back on
Saturday.”

He walked calmly outside, leaving Alison alone. She watched him walk towards
the hill, popping his claws in and out. Suddenly Elizabeth was there in spirit,
asking her how she felt. Earlier that morning Logan had told her the same as
he had told Alison, making Elizabeth first blush, then think seriously.

“So, a whole day to spend”, Alison said. “There is no mutant activity anywhere,
no visitors from outer space or anything interesting. What shall we do?

“Come in my room”, Elizabeth said. “I have something to show you.”

Elizabeth left Alison’s mind before she could object or ask anything. For a
second Alison felt quite horny, thinking of Elizabeth’s bare pussy, but then
she shrug her shoulders and entered the corridor. After all, they had all
decided not to let their sexual relationship affect their everyday life. They
still had their responsibility to other team members, and they didn’t love
each other so there was no room for any emotional soap. It was fun to run
away from the evil world for a moment, explore one’s body, enjoy each other’s
touch. If they could keep it that way, no problems would arise. Or…

“Elizabeth!” she gasped when she opened the door.

The psionic mutant was lying there on her bed, totally nude, her skin still
glistening with water. On top of her was a woman Alison had only met with a
few times, as an enemy: a six-handed swordswoman called Spiral. Two of her
hands were caressing Elizabeth’s breasts, other two were keeping her pussy
wide open and the last two were on her breasts, which were beautiful and firm.
She had pinched her nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and
harden. They dangled beautifully as she went down on Elizabeth, licking her
wet pussy softly.

Alison instinctively raised her hands to shoot Spiral with a laser beam, but
Elizabeth’s butterfly-like mind held her back. “It’s all right!” she yelled
telepathically and tried to take a half-control of Alison. During this her
physical body showed no expression of struggle. Elizabeth moaned as Spiral
caressed and licked her body, as if these two gorgeous women had been alone
in the whole wide world.

“Cant… you see… it’s all her magic…” Alison said with her last ounce
of willpower. Her eyes rolled down and she fainted for the stress, falling
on the floor.

“Is she all right?” Elizabeth moaned, going ahh between words. Spiral had
found her clitoris and bathed it with her tongue. “Don’t worry about her”,
she answered. She elevated her head and looked lovingly into Elizabeth, who
relaxed herself and took her two uppermost hands into hers.

Spiral moved up to meet Elizabeth’s lips with hers. They let their tongues
play together, then took turns probing each other’s mouth. Spiral put her
four lowest hands around Elizabeth, who returned the favor by placing her
legs around Spiral’s beautiful ass. Their nipples touched each other, but
then they held on to each other with such a force that their breasts
almost melted together. During this they kissed with fierce lust, getting
never enough of each other. Spiral bit Elizabeth’s hair and growled, and
the psionic woman opened their minds and brought them together.

“I want you”, Spiral panted. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

Elizabeth felt shivers of pleasure running down her spine as Spiral licked
her ear and gently bit it. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed it against
Spiral’s lower abdomen. The taste of this alien woman’s skin was so sweet,
and every time she licked or kissed it she wanted more. Spiral smiled and
moved into a position where their pussies met each other, and rocked her
body to cause Elizabeth almost scream for sudden pleasure.

“Oh GOD!” Elizabeth yelled, greatest smile ever on her face. No-one had
ever felt so good than Spiral, who was now running her thumbs on Elizabeth’s
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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amanda the nubile part4

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

preaching to Lockheed, who hovered five feet off the ground. The animal had
sensed Storm and was trying to get to her.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Kitty yelled at her pet. Lockheed had
looked straight into Storm’s eyes and was about to rush to meet the long-lost
friend. Kitty grabbed it’s neck and dragged the beast outside before it had
time to fly. Storm had shut the bathroom door and tried to remain quiet as
Kitty locked the door and shouted “and this time keep out” and jumped back on
her bed.

Storm lay her hand on the doorknob when Kitty started moaning aloud. She heard
the sounds of Kitty kissing her own arm, fallen deep in her private fantasy,
and passionate whispers Kitty’s lips uttered, calling for her name, praising
her body, asking her to take her! “Now what am I going to do?” Storm thought
and cursed the situation. Gateway must have had a reason – he always had. She
decided that if she waited, it could be too late for Kitty and her. She opened
the door and stepped out when Kitty was moaning something about Ororo’s eyes.

Kitty was lying on her bed, her legs spread, eyes closed, and for a second
Storm was able to see her virgin teenage pussy. Kitty was shaken into reality,
covered her pussy and screamed. When she recognized Storm, whom she thought was
dead, she stopped shouting and just stared at her.

“Kitty”, Storm said peacefully, “it’s all right! It’s me, Ororo, and I am very
much alive.” Kitty hid her body as well as she could when Storm told her every-
thing that had happened. When she had finished, Kitty had calmed down and
looked ashamed.

“How… how much did you hear?”

“Enough to realize that you have fantasies just like everyone else”, Storm
said. “It is all right, I am not angry. It’s great to know that someone thinks
I am sexy.” Storm walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge.

“It’s not what you think”, Kitty snapped, “I’m not a lesbian. It’s just that
ever since Peter left me most of my fantasies have been about women. Especial-
ly you, and sometimes of Jean. But I’m not a lesbian.”

“I didn’t say you were”, Storm said. “Everyone has fantasies about someone of
their own sex. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“It was much easier to fantasize about women”, Kitty said. “I had so many
fantasies in my head, and even when you died, the fantasies just intensified.
My other memories of you faded, but the fantasies were still crisp, so I held
into them. It felt good to remember you, think about you as you were. Do you
remember when we first met in that cafe, when those Hellfire Club mercenaries
attacked? I have admired you ever since.”

Storm nodded. In their line of work they had to face the whole spectrum of mad-
men, save the world and try to live normal lives at the same time. It wasn’t
odd to see it affect a teenage girl.

“But it’s so good to see you’re alive”, Kitty said and hugged her just like
Alison had a moment before. Storm felt Kitty’s nipples touch hers through her
silken shirt, and she smelled the perfumed oil Kitty had rubbed on her body.
Storm kissed Kitty instinctively on her forehead, the kiss was slight and
friendly. Kitty had such a beautiful hair – brown, firm and so clean. Storm
closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She felt Kitty’s lips on her neck, caressing shyly her shoulders, but she
didn’t object. She opened her eyes and guided Kitty with gentle words, placing
her other hand on Kitty’s teenage breasts. Kitty giggled and placed her hands
on Storm’s hips. “Put them lower and it feels better”, Storm said before she
kissed Kitty on her lips. Kitty grabbed her ass cheeks and put her fingers
inside her pants, feeling the skin under them. Storm felt that she’d become
wet and whatever objections she might have had to seducing a teenage girl
dissolved.

“Oh god”, Kitty giggled Storm took off her shirt and threw it in the corner.
Her breasts were firm and brown just like her skin, and the nipples were
dark and inviting. “Kiss them”, Storm said, touching Kitty’s teenage nipples
with her fingers. Kitty hesitated at first, but then seized the opportunity
and started sucking the left nipple. “Use your tongue, too”, Storm adviced
her, and right away her tongue darted to circle around her nipple. “The other
one, too”, Storm said, wanting this girl desperately to satisfy her thirst.

“You feel so good”, Kitty said and looked up at Storm’s face. Her scent had
attached to Storm by now, and smelling it mix with her natural scents drove
Kitty wild. Storm’s underpants were white and her black pussy hair was clearly
visible through them. Kitty jumped on Storm and turned her on her back, and
the former goddess was delighted of this turn. Kitty took the pants off and
they were both naked now.

After they had been lying side by side, caressing and exploring each other’s
pussies with their fingers, they decided to get into some serious action.
Neither of them had come yet, and Storm asked if they could do some 69. She
helped Kitty into the right position and told her to start. The closeup sight
and smell of Storm’s black pussy drove Kitty nuts and she inserted her tongue
between her pussy lips. Storm moaned and explained Kitty all the right moves.
She had patience to wait until Kitty had reached the rhythm, and then shot out
her own tongue to Kitty’s bare pussy. Kitty shivered when she felt something
soft and wet enter her, but Storm told her to keep going and she did.

The sensation caused Kitty come almost immediately, and she buried her face
into Storm’s hips as she was on all fours and coming into Storm’s mouth. All
the time Storm licked her, the insides of her thighs, lapping her pussy lips
vertically all the way like a dog. Kitty regained her consciousness and went
on eating Storm, who dropped her head on the pillow and enjoyed the sight.
She had to fight not to go on with Kitty’s wet pussy dangling a few inches
above her face, but she wanted to get something for herself and she didn’t
want to distract Kitty, who was quickly learning the procedure. This was what
the girl had wanted to do in her fantasies, and she enjoyed doing it in real
life, too.

Storm was reaching her first orgasms (and the signs were that it was going to
be an earthquake), when a familiar bamf exploded near the ceiling. “Here’s
the stuff you asked me to bring”, Nightcrawler said, her eyes focused on the
bag he was carrying, “I hope I remem… Lieber Gott!”

Kitty was scared the second time today as she jumped off the bed and tried to
run to the bathroom door. Kurt recognized Storm, who was pulling the blanket to
cover her lower body as Kitty ran past him and phased through the bathroom
door. “Kitty!” he shouted, but the girl had already locked the door.

“Nice timing”, Storm said with no remarkable emotions.

“Ororo! You are alive!” Kurt shouted, happily surprised. He jumped on the bed
and hugged Storm, who gave her a big hug back, not caring about her exposed
body. This was the man he’d met hundreds of perils with, went to the deepest
hell to rescue him. This was not the time to be petty.

“What happened to you? I saw you on TV, dying in Dallas!” Kurt asked.

“It’s a long story. I just say that we’re alive and kicking”, Storm smiled.

“Thank God! All the guilt I’ve been through, when I didn’t fight and die with
you! It was bad enough when Beyonder didn’t take me to San Fransisco to fight
the Sentinels with you, but this! And you’re alive now!”

They hugged again, this time more intensively. Kurt couldn’t help sensing the
passionate, pheromone-emitting woman next to her, and he noticed his hardon
when it poked into Storm’s stomach. He was suddenly very embarrassed, but
Storm, still aroused with Kitty’s cunnilingus, just touched his lips with
her forefinger and smiled. Kurt was pretty ashamed when Storm pulled his T-
shirt over his head and dove for his nipples.

“I don’t think that this is a good idea”, Kurt moaned. “It is against my OH!
religion.” Storm slid his palm inside Kurt’s shorts, feeling the erected organ.
She moaned and kissed Kurt, probing his mouth with her tongue and giggling a
single sharp sound when Kurt’s sharp teeth tickled it. She made Kurt sit on
the bed and pulled her pants out, revealing a modest, blue cock. His tail
shivered when Storm put her other hand on his ass, taking the beginning of
his tail in her palm.

“Yes”, Kurt whispered when Storm’s lips and warm breath touched his cock.
She kissed the tip and circled it with her hot tongue, tasting Kurt’s pre-
ejaculate. He had never had a hardon like that in his life, it ached for
a woman’s touch. And Storm certainly knew how to handle a situation like this.

After a short while Storm let Kurt go and set herself lying on the bed. She
opened her legs and smiled invitingly. Kurt leaped on her, they joyfully
wrestled for a while and then stopped at a common signal to kiss each other
passionately. “Enter me, I want you”, Storm moaned. Kurt’s tip touched her
pussy lips, stayed there for a moment as he teased her, then entered all the
way in. Storm arched her back as his rod set her on fire. Kurt started pump-
ing her as she moaned and rubbed his ass with her both hands.

Kurt was in ecstacy when Storm’s vaginal muscles fondled his cock. Storm
was already wet, so there was no significant friction. They both breathed
heavily, wanting to come and feel each other’s body completely. “I’m coming”
Kurt cried as her thrusts accelerated. Storm’s moans had melted into one
constant hum as her orgasm approached. Suddenly Kurt stopped and looked
into ceiling, but right after he thrusted once, then rapidly twice and
Storm felt his warm ejaculate fill her from inside. Her clitoris pulsated
as Kurt’s organ rubbed it, her sensitivity increased beyond limits.

Storm’s fingernails made blood come out of Kurt’s back as she came for
fifteen seconds. Kurt didn’t notice – his cock was doing post-orgasmic throbs
simulated more by Storm’s vaginal movement. Kurt fell on her, his body
completely relaxed, and Storm caressed his hair with his hand and kissed his
ear nipple. Kurt waved his tail joyfully, which made Storm laugh. As she
laughed, another laugh was heard from the armchair in the corner, belonging
to a certain teenage brunette. Kurt and Storm looked at Kitty, who had been
sitting in that chair, watching the pair make love. They could tell by her
looks that she had orgasmed with them, as she sat there, her hand caressing
lazily her clearly visible, shining pussy.

They couldn’t see, though, hundreds of eyes watching them from another
dimension. Ending credits filled the closeup pan of Kitty’s sweaty body,
and the audience cheered. Their master had, once again, given them perfect
…End of the part4. To be continued..

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