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Sunday, March 16th, 2008

Archive-author: ErosJer (jerrylv@uottawa.cms)
Archive-title: Pamela’s Panty-hose? Nevermore!

I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray’s note on photoswap, “two letters
to the editor in pamela’s pantyhose”.. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, “Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual – and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties – that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!”
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother’s recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she’d probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future – even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some “thigh high sheer stockings”… I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn’t seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela’s throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs – then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam’s
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin… so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
“heaven” I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me – Pam wasn’t wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch – but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office… she said, “It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car’s seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I’m so glad you
approve!!!” (note to female readers… please give this sensual dressing
technique a try… you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) – you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer

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Fetish nnurse txt part2

Saturday, March 15th, 2008

approaching orgasm when she suddenly stopped teasing her swollen clit and
spread her pussy wide with both hands. I was admiring her beautiful pussy
now fully engorged and literally dripping with juice when a squirt of hot
pee hit me square in the face. In all the excitement of being tied up and
watching my chubby nurse masturbate, I had completely forgotten that it was
my sarcastic comment about watching her pee that begun this adventure.

After the initial shock of the first blast of pee, I watched with fascination
and lust as a beautiful golden stream of pee sprayed out of her hot hairy
pussy soaking my face and hair. I tried to position my head so that I could
catch the stream in my mouth, but her gyrating hips kept the stream of pee
criss crossing my face. I couldn’t believe that I actually wanted her to
pee in my mouth! ‘Want’ wasn’t the right word, I needed to taste her pee. I
was going crazy with lust! My cock was bobbing uncontrollably and my balls
ached. My mouth was wide open, my tongue extended catching all the hot pee
I could as the stream moved back and forth across my face. Finally, she
stopped her teasing and aimed the hot spray right into my mouth. I gulped
down a couple of mouthfuls before she finally stopped. Using the head of
the bed for support, she raised herself to her feet and positioned herself
so that she was standing over me straddling my crotch. Placing her hands on
her hips, she closed her eyes and let go another long stream of hot pee.
Since she was not holding her pussy open this time, instead of a solid
stream, pee sprayed all over. Some sprayed on my chest, but most of the
golden liquid dripped straight down on my cock and balls.

When her bladder was finally empty, she turned around to show me her great
big ass. She got down on all fours and slowly backed her butt into my face.
I attempted to lick her pussy, but she repositioned herself so that her tight
little asshole was pressed against my lips. I had never licked a women’s ass
before, and didn’t really know what I should do. I licked it, sucked it,
even tried to bury my tongue deep inside it. Apparently I was doing
something right as I could hear her moaning softly and she began to slowly
grind her pussy against my chest.

I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as I hungrily licked her
asshole. Occasionally I would feel her mouth or tongue on my inner thighs
or balls. At first I thought she was trying to tease me, but I soon realized
that she was lapping up any pee that remained on my crotch! She was careful
to avoid my cock as I think she knew that the slightest stimulation would
make me cum.

After several delicious minutes of ass licking, she tilted her ass slightly,
pulling her asshole from my lips. Without warning she let go a large fart
right in my face! The smell was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was
so intense I felt dizzy and I almost came! She lowered her asshole back to
my lips and I resumed my tonguing with even greater passion. Several times
she tilted her hips to position her asshole directly in front of my nose
to pass gas. Each time I would inhale deeply before resuming my tongue
worship of her ass. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her ass from
my face and repositioned it about a foot away from my face. Reaching back
with both hands she pulled her big ass cheeks wide apart to expose her hot
hairy pussy and the dark brown asshole I had been sucking so feverishly.
Once again I saw her tilt her hips slightly, and I watched her little brown
asshole began to open slightly. Too my surprise, no gas rushed out. For
a moment I was confused, but then I realized what was happening. She was
going to shit on me! Although I had done things tonight that I never thought
I would do (and loved them), this was just to much! Her asshole continued to
widen and I could begin to see the end of a large turd just inside the
opening. She continued to push and I saw the turd slowly begin to emerge
from her asshole. All of a sudden, she relaxed and the turd quickly slipped
back inside out-of-site. She repeated this several times, each time exposing
a little more of the turd. As she did this I found myself beginning to feel
that crazy lust build back up inside of me until I was actually craning my
neck and sticking out my tongue in an attempt to reach her shit! After
several more teases, she finally pushed several inches of firm brown shit
out of her ass. It hung from her asshole for a moment and then dropped to my
chest. The smell was, well, you can imagine!

She continued to push, until 2 more large firm turds lay steaming on my
chest. She had shit so close to my face that I was actually able to touch
the last turd with my tongue as it fell from her asshole and landed on my
chest. When she was all done, she said “please clean me up” and once again
backed her big ass into my face. As I feverishly licked and sucked her dirty
asshole, she squirmed excitedly on my chest. I could feel her wet pussy
smearing her warm shit all over my neck and chest. I could tell that she
was very near orgasm from the twitching of her thigh muscles. Just as she
began to moan, she grabbed my cock roughly in her hand and began to stroke
it. With only a few strokes of her hand I was convulsing beneath her.
I had my face buried so deep between her ass cheeks I couldn’t even breath.
I literally went out of my mind! The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing
I had experienced before or since. I think she orgasmed too, but I was so
absorbed in the intensity of my own orgasm, that I couldn’t tell. She
continued to pump my cock until I finally relaxed and let my tongue slip
from her gaping asshole. We laid there in a smelly heap for several
minutes before she finally crawled off me. She had shit smeared on her
stomach and in her pubic hair as well as a big gob of my cum in her hair.
I must have been quite a sight too because she looked down at me, made a
face and said “yuk, what a mess!”. Grabbing some tissues from the head of
the bed she scooped up most of the shit laying on my neck and chest and
then rushed out of the room. She returned in a couple of minutes wearing
a bathrobe and carrying a pan of soapy water and a towel. Sitting beside me
on the bed, she gave me quick but efficient sponge bath. I made no attempts
at conversation as I still hadn’t regained my composure from the intensity
of my orgasm.

When my sponge bath was complete, she untied my hands and feet and handed
me my clothes. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she said “sorry to poop
and run, but I’ve got to hop in the shower. I’m already late for a dinner
date with friends. Could you be a dear and let yourself out?”. Still a bit
dazed I nodded in agreement, and she disappeared through the bedroom door.
After I got dressed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, so as
requested, I let myself out. As I made the long walk back to the dorm, I
tried to sort out everything that had happened. I couldn’t believe all the
sick things I had done, yet I had loved every minute of it! This was
definitely the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had and I hadn’t
kissed her or even seen her breasts. Hell, I never even asked her her name!

When I got back to the dorm, I took a long hot shower, trying to get
rid of the smell, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed to linger.
It was several days before I got over the shock of what I had done. I kept
thinking that you just don’t do those types of things and enjoy them.

The semester ended and I went home for the summer. My initial feelings of
shock and disgust gradually gave way to lust and the first day of my junior
year I went back to her apartment. Sweaty with anticipation I knocked on the
apartment door. Much to my dismay, I was met at the door by an oriental grad
student. He politely told me that he had moved in over the summer and had
never met the previous tenant.

For the last fifteen years now, I have been watching for her on the street,
in bars and shopping malls. But even if I never see her again, I will never
ever forget the afternoon I spent with my naughty nurse.

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Fetish nnurse txt

Friday, March 14th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Night Nurse

My most unusual and erotic sexual experience occurred several years ago near
the end of my sophomore year in college. I had just finished an afternoon
exam and thought I would stop by a campus bar for a few beers on my way home.
The bar I stopped at was a grad student hangout, but was also occasionally
frequented by locals. I liked the place because of the diverse crowd and
because they had the cheapest beer on campus.

When I walked in I was startled at how busy the place was at four in the
afternoon. Every table had someone sitting at it! This really wasn’t a
problem since each table was very long with benches on each side leaving
me several seating possibilities. I got a beer at the bar and positioned
myself at the end of a table near the back of the bar. Sitting at the
other end of the table were several women in nurses uniforms. From
the the smattering of conversation I heard over the sound of the juke box,
I gathered that they had just finished an unusually rough shift at the local
hospital. They must have been there a while because there were several empty
pitchers on the table.

I was busy working on my second beer and attempting to think of some way to
introduce myself when they all got up to leave. All of them that is, but
the nurse at the far end of the table. She still had a full beer and I heard
her tell her friends that she would stick around to finish it before she
headed home. To be honest, I don’t think I even noticed her before her
friends got up to leave. She was older than the others, probably early
thirties and a little over weight. Her hair was bleach blond with about an
inch of dark roots showing. Her eyebrows had been over plucked and she
used lots of blue eye shadow which even back then seemed out-of-style. I
guess you would say she wasn’t much of a catch, but I remember thinking at
the time that there was a certain sleaziness about her looks which really
turned me on.

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I slid down to her end of the table. I
introduced myself and launched into my usual patter about the weather and
local sports teams. She was obviously bored, but she politely sipped
her beer and listened to my monologue. When her beer was empty, she said
that she needed to go pee. Without thinking I blurted out “can I watch?”.
To this day, I’m not sure why I say it. Maybe I was trying to be sarcastic
since I figured she was using the bathroom as an excuse to slip out the
back door. In any case, I never expected her reaction. She sat back down,
leaned forward, looked me straight in the eyes and said “really?”. The
intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her tone took me completely
by surprise. I didn’t know what to say. I sat there for what felt like an
eternity before I finally choked out “sure”. She stood up, extended her
hand and said “Well then, lets go.”.

This was the first time I had seen her standing. Although I had noticed that
she was on the plump side, I hadn’t expected her to have such a heavy bottom.
Her white nursing slacks were tight against her large round ass. Her tight
slacks and small breasts may have helped make her ass and thighs seem
disproportionately large, but there was just no denying it, this woman had
a big butt! I just sat there staring at her, trying to figure out what I
was getting into. Finally she said “are you coming or not?”. Still dazed, I
got up and took her hand. She lead me toward the back of the bar to the rear
exit which led into an alley behind the bar. I asked her where we were
going, and she replied that she had an apartment just around the corner.
Still holding her hand we walked down the alley together. When I finally
had regained enough composure to ask just what she had planned for me, she
just said “Shhh, just enjoy the moment. I’ll take care of everything.”. We
walked the rest of the way in silence.

When we got to her apartment, she lead me straight to the bedroom. She told
me very matter-of-factly to take off my clothes and lay on the bed. As I
undressed, she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and watched.
When I pulled my jockey shorts off to reveal my rock hard erection, I saw her
smile for the very first time. Without a word, she gestured for me to lie
down on the bed. After I did so, she reached behind my head and pulled
out two dark strips of material from beneath the mattress and began to tie
the end of one to my wrist. I must have had panic written all over my face
as she stopped immediately and said “Don’t worry, they’re just silk ties.
I’ll tie them loose so you can get free if you really want to.”. I nodded my
head sheepishly and she continued to tie my wrists. She then pulled the ends
of two more ties from under the end of the mattress and tied my ankles. She
tucked two pillows under the back of my head so that my head was angled so
that I could see the foot of the bed. I gently tested my restraints and
found that although loose as promised, my movement was limited to swaying
slightly from side to side.

Once my “host” felt I was properly positioned, she went to the foot of the
bed and began to slowly undress. She began by unbuttoning her blouse to
reveal a white lace bra. Next she pulled down her slacks, all the while,
staring me straight in the eyes. Next she turned and slowly bent over,
showing me her big ass which was barely covered by her white cotton panties.
She slowing began to pull them down to reveal her huge pillowy ass cheeks.
Turning, she caught me licking my lips and said “like what you see so far?”.
I just nodded and gave her my best lecherous grin. All she said was “good”
as she climbed onto the bed. Straddling my chest, her pussy was only
a foot from my face. It was covered with a thick thatch of brown hair which
started as a little trickle of hair at the navel and grew into a dark
triangle which disappeared between her meaty thighs. Very slowly and
deliberately, she began to play with her pussy. At first just by running
her fingers through the hair. Gradually, her fingers began to probe between
her plump pussy lips. As she spread them, I could see her prominent pink
labia and the bud of her swollen clitoris. I was mesmerized by the sight
and the smell. My cock was aching as I drooled over the beautiful pussy
that was being fingered just inches from my face. She seemed to be
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Fetish laurlips txt part3

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

be fucked at any moment. Those who enjoy the taste of female fuck as
much as Doctor John and nurse Donna and I do certainly find a hole
such as yours a true delight.” Donna added a third finger as she
began kissing Lauren’s soft thigh. Lauren was hunching hotly now and
her breathing could be heard throughout the room.
“Do you like for someone to drink from your spurting fountain,
Lauren?”, I asked.
Lauren opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. Clearing
her throat nervously and reaching out to touch Donna’s leg under her
white dress she replied, “Yes…yes, I love to be kissed there.”
Donna moved backward, giving the trembling Lauren more convenient
access to her legs and ass.
“You love to be eaten? To let men and women rub your dripping
cunt in their face? You love to spread your precious legs open and
hunch your clit against someones nose or chin?”
Lauren’s hips began bucking fiercly now and Donna put in yet
another finger, rubbing her thumb against her hard clit and pressing
all four fingers hard to the bottom of the slithery slit.
“Yessss!” She almost shouted the affirmative answer. “Yesss, I
love it. I need it! I want it NOW!” She trust her hips hard against
Donna’s invading hand, grinding them in a large circle as if trying to
wind herself onto the nurse’s arm.
“And do you enjoy the taste of female fuck as well, Lauren? Do
you enjoy eating pretty wet pussies and sucking clits between those
soft lips of yours? Do you crave the smell and the taste of cunt
juice?”
“YESSSS!! You know I do!….Gawd!!!! What you are doing to
me!!”, she replied, beside herself with passion. She now had her hand
between Donna’s legs and was sliding two fingers under her panties and
into Donna’s anxiously awaiting hole. The pan beneath her own cunt
was overflowing now and the bubbly giz was running down the front of
the examining table in a steady stream.
Walking over to Donna’s side and looking straight into Lauren’s
eyes I pulled Donna’s skirt up to her waist, allowing Lauren to see
the pretty thighs that were spread opened for her and her own fingers
pumping in and out of the bi-sexual nurses bottom.
“Do you want some juice, Lauren? Do you want to taste some
female fuck? Tell us, Lauren. Tell us, you trembling little slut!”
“YESSSSSSS!!!! Gawwwwd Yessssss!! Please!!”, she cried, her body
now alive with passion, her hips pumping, her hand working feverishly
at the nurse cunt in front of her. Donna was moving her hips
appreciatively and was beginning to work her thumb into the wild river
of juice that was hers to do with as she wished.
Reaching to my left I took the vial of vaginal fluids from the
table and walked around Donna to Lauren’s head. I swirled the vial
full of juice around and around in front of Lauren’s face, letting her
see the glass full of her own fucking lubricant.
Holding the glass vial to her lips I spoke to her hotly, but
quietly. “Open your mouth, my little bird, and be fed. Drink the
nectar of birth, the liquid of love, the slush of sex. Feel it coat
your tongue and your throat as it pours into your body as few if any
women have ever experienced it.” I tilted the vial back as Lauren
opened her mouth widely, pouring the whitish gism into her mouth and
watching delightedly as she swallowed drink after drink of her own
fuck juice.
Donna was going wild now, her hips fucking themselves back on
Lauren’s distracted hand, her left hand reaching behind her to hold
Lauren’s wrist steady as she screwed her own needy cunt against the
juice drinking slut’s fingers.
As I lifted the vial from Lauren’s lust distorted face, Donna
shoved her whole hand into Lauren’s pulsating pit, screaming out in
her own orgasm. Lauren gasp, her mouth open, strings of her own fuck
juice stretching spider-web like from the top of her mouth to the
bottom. At first nothing came out and her body rose into the air and
seem to freeze there as if time were standing still. Then suddenly a
deep scream began somewhere within Lauren, hissing out at first and
rising in volume as it escaped her. Her body began trembling
violently and I reached out to hold her shoulders down for fear that
she would somehow throw herself from the table. John reached forward
and held her legs to the stirrups, watching with astonished delight as
her body convulsed in front of us, twisting, turning, humping,
hunching, thrusting in wild passion, her crazed orgasm erupting like a
volcano inside her.
As her contractions began losing intensity, John, beside himself
with lust for this wonderfully responsive woman, took his rock hard
cock from his pants. Taking Donna’s wet arm from between Lauren’s
legs and removing her hand from the still trembling hole, he rammed
his dick into Lauren and began fucking her deeply.
I took Donna into my arms and kissed her deeply as John fucked
the moaning Lauren. Then turning her around and bending her over so
that she could kiss Lauren’s fuck scented mouth, I ripped her wet
panties from her bottom and spreading her pert anus with juice from
her well fingered cunt began screwing her in the ass.
John and I were two pistoning animals, fucking the two women with
all the might our hips could provide, driving our bodies forward, and
grasping at the submissive slut waists before us. Donna’s tongue was
driving deeply into Lauren’s mouth, licking at the remains of cunt
juice that were there, trying to drive itself down into Lauren’s
throat as deeply as the cock that was ripping into her bowels.
The noise we were making had not gone unnoticed in the office,
and one of the young nurses opened the door to see if everything was
alright. I turned to see her with her hand at her mouth and pulled
her by her arm to me roughly as I continued fucking her fellow nurse
and pressed her mouth to mine, pulling her vibrant young body to me
forcefully. She fought my advances at first, but as my tongue began
doing battle with hers and as her nostrils filled with the strong
scent of sex in the room she kissed me back deeply, rubbing her body
against mine as my hips pumped her friend full of thick man meat.
John began coming, grunting as the streams of white hot cum shot
through his pulsating member. He raised his hands, carrying Lauren’s
smooth legs upward with them as he clenched his teeth and spurted out
his sperm into his patient.
I felt the young nurse reach for my balls to stroke them as she
kissed me, and ran my hand down over her tight ass, pulling her skirt
up and squeezing her tight cheeks tightly as my own orgasm erupted
within me. Nurse ass drove back against my crotch as Donna fucked
back on my spurting cock and nurse cunt rubbed itself against my left
thigh as the newest member of our group fucked herself against me. It
felt as if my insides were being pulled out of me through my dick as
Donna’s talented anus clenched and opened and milked my throbbing
member dry. Spurt after spurt flew into her, long streams of thick
cum, over and over again until I felt as if I would fall weak-kneed in
the floor from its force as it poured out of me.
Finally it was over. I continued kissing the nurse in my arms as
I regained my strength and as my softening dick slid from Donna’s well
used asshole. Moving from in front of me and kneeling behind the very
hot nurse, Donna began licking at her now very wet bottom and ate her
to a climax as she continued rubbing her tits and crotch against my
thigh. Her orgasm was strong and sweet and when John and I walked
from the office we left the two nurses kissing each other in the floor
beside the examining table.
We allowed Lauren to rest for a while and then continued our
examination, allowing the other nurse to participate with us as well.
When we were done Lauren’s cunt was no longer spilling its precious
juice into the room, but had become quite dry, at least by her
standards. With her permission we took her to John’s house for the
night and allowed her to sleep there rather than returning home. The
next morning we began using her again, and used her continuously for
most of the day.
Over the next several days we were able to reduce the amount of
time we spent using Lauren continuously bit by bit until her cunt was
able to go as long as eight hours at a time without leaking its
fragrant and delicious fluid in its stream-like fashion. Lauren was
pleased with the results of her treatment, relieved that she could at
least get through a normal day’s work without the “problem” she had
struggled with for so long.
John keeps me posted with respect to Lauren’s condition. A
recent call seemed to indicate that she was going into remission to
the extent that further treatment may be necessary. I can hardly
wait!

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Fetish laurlips txt part2

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

or something and tried very hard not to think about sex. But not
thinking about sex didn’t seem to make much if any difference, and the
wetter I began to get the harder it became for me not to think about
sex. I had to begin carrying another pair of panties with me all the
time and was always afraid to wear slacks or jeans. Before long I was
carrying two extra pairs of panties and it finally occured to me to
try the maxi pads. They are doing the job now, but I have begun
having to change them often now as well. I don’t know what I’ll do if
it gets worse than it is now.”
The pan was rapidly being filled by the dripping pussy so
beautifully exposed to us. The aroma of cunt juice was strong in the
small examining room and Donna was beginning to get that glow which
was to me very familiar.
“How often do you have sex, Lauren?”, I asked, matter of factly.
“I’m not dating anyone at the moment, Doctor”, she explained,
“and up until a week or so ago was not masturbating at all. I was
afraid to, frankly, thinking that it would only make matters worse
than they were. Doctor John and Donna convinced me that it would be
alright for me to masturbate and it has been such a relief to me to be
able to that I have been masturbating daily lately and sometimes more
often than that.”
“When you do masturbate, do you think of especially kinky things,
Lauren?”, I asked.
Lauren seemed to accept my questions with no qualms and appeared
to be trying to answer them honestly.
“Well, yes, I suppose so. At least, I suppose most people think
those things are especially kinky.”
“If we are to help you it will be necessary to know more detail
about those fantasies, Lauren. Do you feel comfortable about telling
us more about that, or would you rather talk with Donna or Doctor John
alone about them?”
Donna was changing the pan again and taking a tissue was dabbing
it against Lauren’s wet slit, serving to only slightly delay the plop
plop in the new pan. Lauren’s legs were now covered with goosebumps
from her calves clear to the tops of her thighs.
“I don’t mind telling you about them”, Lauren said, “they are
mainly just fantasies about being with more than one man at times. I
have some fantasies of the D/s type and some with a slight bit of s&m
in them as well.”
Lauren’s clitoris was now obviously extended, its small cock-like
shape sticking out from the hood at the top of her squirting fuck
hole.
“Do you fantasize about being with women as well, Lauren?”, I
asked. Donna looked at me and smiled very broadly.
“No…well….Yes, I do. I do. I know thats awful, isn’t it?
But I do.” She turned her eyes to Donna and then quickly looked away
from her and over to the wall on her right. Donna slid her hand up
higher on Lauren’s leg, her chest now rising and falling with the
passion that she was feeling. Lauren’s hips gave a small jerk.
“Doctor John, have you observed first hand what effect
manipulation of the patients swollen lips and clitoris seems to have
on her release of fluids?”, I asked, trying to sound very
professional.
“That is one of the reasons that I called you in on this one,
Doctor Wade. I have felt that such an examination might prove
fruitful, but wanted another opinion first. I explained that to
Lauren when I told her that you were coming to be with us, and she
understands how it might be helpful.”
“Lauren, it is important that you understand and accept that the
fantasies which you enjoy are very normal and that it is
understandable that you have them. Even the guilt that you seem to
feel with respect to bi-sexual relations is quite normal and is part
of what makes it so exciting for you. As we continue our examination
we will be playing on those fantasies a bit in order to have a clear
picture of your responsiveness. Does explicit sexual talk excite
you?”
“If you mean does it turn me on to be talked dirty to, yes, it
does excite me very much”, she answered quickly. Her hips were moving
regularly now, as if they had a mind of their own.
“Then you will understand when I use those words with you as the
examination continues. Donna, I suspect, has quite a bit of
experience in manipulating juicy pussies, and we will ask her to help
us with the examination. Do you mind if Donna plays with your cunt,
Lauren?”, I asked.
Lauren swallowed hard and her hips moved even more noticably as
she answered. “No, I don’t mind at all…not in the least.”
“Good”, I replied. “Donna, I am going to continue questioning
Lauren, and as I do I would like for you to finger fuck her just as
you would any wet pussy. You may feel free to stroke her clit and to
insert as many fingers inside her as you like. I would only ask that
for the time being you not block our view of her naked slut bottom.”
“Yes, Doctor”, Donna replied and began sliding her hand downward
toward Lauren’s exposed hole. The first contact of Donna’s soft hand
with Lauren’s juice pouring cunt nearly lifted Lauren’s body from the
table as her hips jerked upward uncontrollably. Lauren moaned softly,
her face now flush with excitement.
“None of us has ever seen a cunt like yours, Lauren”, I said,
evenly. “Oh, we’ve seen slut cunts before. We’ve seen slut cunts
that have been pierced and had rings inserted in them. We’ve seen
slut cunts that have been scarred by the insertion of huge objects,
both animate and inanimate. We’ve both been called on at times to
remove huge objects from hot little twats that just had to be fucked
by coke bottles or other such dangerous items. But we’ve never seen
anyone who actually runs with fuck juice as you do.”
Lauren was breathing hard now and Donna was sliding two fingers
freely in and out of Lauren’s pussy, her head laying gently on Donna’s
right leg as she played with the pretty cunt.
“We realize that it is often an inconvenience for you to be so
dripping wet all the time, but we are also aware, as surely you must
be too, that it is also rather handy to have a cunt which is ready to
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Lauren’s Leaky Lips

I have a friend in a near-by city who is a gynecologist and who
is familiar with my sexual interests, having been a guest in my home
on many occasions. When in the course of looking between spread legs
I find something that I think he might enjoy seeing, I let him know
and he returns the favor when possible.
John is several years younger than I and quite an attractive
guy. He has always been a sports nut and stays in great shape by
jogging and playing volleyball and racquetball often. He is a very
professional man but does bend the rules a bit when he knows his
patients want him to.
Whenever he calls and invites me to visit him during office hours
I know I’m in for a treat. Such an invitation means that he has a
special patient, one whom he is sure I will enjoy helping him to
examine, and who will enjoy being examined by me. Over the years
we’ve had some interesting experiences, but none more interesting than
this last.
The appointed time was 2:00 pm on Thursday, and I was there right
on time. John’s nurses are accustomed to my coming to visit and all
but one of them believes me to be another physician whom John
sometimes calls in to consult with him. That’s usually how John
introduces me to the patients as well. The one nurse who knows I’m
not a doctor also knows exactly why I’m there and enjoys my visits as
much as John and I do, perhaps even more. Donna was a nurse in my
hometown for several years and I helped her get the job with John.
You may remember her from one of my earlier stories.
The patient whom we were to examine was a pretty young girl named
Lauren. Lauren was a sandy haired girl, age 22, with long shapely
legs and fine whispy cunt hair. She was very attracted to John and
had made several comments to him which indicated she was available
whenever he wanted her. Up to this point John had flirted back just a
bit, but had mostly kept the relationship on a professional level.
When Lauren had first come to John she came for just a routine
examination and pap smear having been referred by her family doctor.
John knew there must be something more than just the routine
examination involved but hadn’t been called by the family doctor and
didn’t know exactly what to expect.
His first examination of Lauren revealed quite a bit about why
she had been referred. Lauren knew exactly why she was there, but was
quite embarrassed about it and didn’t mention it prior to John’s
initial examination. He told me most of her background as we examined
her, feeling quite free to talk openly to me in her presence, even
with nurse Donna there as well.
Lauren was lying on the examining table with her legs in the
stirrups and her gown pulled up all the way to her waist. She was
very polite and at first didn’t seem too affected by my presence,
under the circumstances. Donna stood to the left of Lauren, her hand
on Lauren’s thigh and John and I stood at the foot of the table
looking at her private parts as John talked.
“As you may have already noticed, Doctor Wade, Lauren is an
especially interesting patient, and I wanted your input concerning her
“problem”, although frankly I’m not sure that I consider it to be a
real problem, if you know what I mean.” John reached between Lauren’s
legs and pointed to her body parts as he continued.
“Her vaginal opening is normal in size and configuration, her
hymen no longer intact. The clitoris (he touched it with the tip of
his ungloved finger as he spoke) is of normal size and responds to
stimuli in a very normal fashion. (He stroked Lauren’s clit, allowing
it to swell and extend itself as we watched. Donna licked her lips
and smiled at Lauren as her hips jerked from the contact) As you can
see, the labia major are un-remarkable and have the elasticity which
one might expect at Lauren’s age and degree of sexual experience.”
(John spread her outer cunt lips open with two fingers of his right
hand, allowing me to look further inside her pussy)
“The labia minor also appear to be normal in every way, and there
is no evidence of any damage at any time from abnormal insertions or
other such activities. Lauren informs me that so far at least there
have been no such activities which have been a part of her sexual
experiences.” (I glanced up at Lauren to see her blushing rather
deeply. Donna was rubbing Lauren’s thigh lightly now and still
smiling broadly)
“The unusual thing about Lauren, as you can well see, is the
copious amounts of vaginal fluids which flow from her opening. Lauren
was reluctant at first to discuss this with me, but we have overcome
that fear now, haven’t we Lauren?”
“Yes, John, er doctor”, she said blushing even more deeply, “I
promised to be very open about it with you and I feel okay about it
now. You’ve been very good to allow me to feel the freedom to talk
honestly about it. Doctor Jones (her family doctor) seemed to be
embarrassed about it for me and I think thats one of the main reasons
he suggested I come to see you.”
“Tell Doctor Wade how this unusually heavy flow of juices affects
your daily activities, Lauren”, John requested. Donna was now
replacing the pan which had been placed under Lauren’s bottom with an
empty one and poured the sweet smelling fluid into a large vial on the
counter next to the examining table. A large drop of fluid dropped
from her left cunt lip to the metal pan, making a plopping sound as it
hit the bottom. Another drop quickly followed, making a similar but
lower pitched sound as it landed beside the other one.
Lauren began talking, her voice a bit hoarse and raspy. It was
obvious that she was somewhat aroused by the examination.
“For the last six months I have had to wear maxi pads regularly
to avoid soiling my clothing”, she said her eyes moving back and forth
nervously from Donna to me. Donna patted her thigh gently with
understanding.
“At first I thought that I must be unconciously having wet dreams
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Monday, March 10th, 2008

Archive-author: Jill’s Story
Archive-title: Silk Miniskirt

The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in their
costumes. I didn’t really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into it
just before the party. I didn’t have a costume but she said she would get me
one if I came over to her house. She had a costume laid out when I got there.
I got a little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a hooker outfit,
complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even had lingerie for
underneath, insisting that it was a part of the costume and I needed it to
make the costume authentic. I’d never worn anything like this before. I was
so nervous about going out in public dressed this way. Gina sat me down and
did my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on very
heavy.

I don’t think I would have worn this costume if not for Gina pushing me.
The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in a deep
v. The hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter stockings.
I didn’t dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing everything! The
dress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red garter belt, panties
and a silkie bra that barely covered my nipples, let alone hold anything up.
The stockings were sheer tan and the ankle-strap sandals had 4 inch heels,
making it very difficult to walk.

I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party. It
seemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in my
nervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.
Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but the
sexy outfit and the too heavy make-up were not my style.

A friend of Gina’s, Paul, came by and asked me to dance. I tried to beg
my way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice and I
began to relax some, finally agreeing to after a bit. A slow number started
as we got the the dance floor and I found myself in Paul’s arms, turning
slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I found out that
it wasn’t really true. He pulled me tighter to him and his hands began to
wander over me in the dim light.

I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn’t
know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,
kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very
vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my
dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paul
used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.

Paul realized that I was helpless and decided to take complete advantage
of the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands methodically
stroked over me. He was exposing me to everyone! I tried to tell him to stop
but he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my mouth except
muffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that everyone was
looking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could hear quiet talking
around me as we danced and caught a few words here and there…”She’s acting
the part”….”What a little slut”.

Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me a
little too. I didn’t know what to think. All these strange feelings inside
me. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands now on my
silk panties tracing the outline of the garter tabs. His fingers really did
feel nice as he touched me. It was so wrong but it felt so good! One of his
hands slid up between us and he began to tease my breasts through the thin
material of my dress. Against my better judgement, my nipple responded to his
touch, growing hard under his gentle manipulations. The voices kept drifting
in and out as we danced….”I knew she was hot”….”She never let me do
that”….”She really is a slut”. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks
as the embarrassment of my situation increased. I couldn’t help myself as I
stole a peak through my closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was
standing around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the wanton
display of my private things. I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulled
up and all these strangers looking at my lingerie as Paul touched me and
showed me off. Paul’s finger slided slowly into my panties and eased them
down around my things. His other hand pulled the top of my dress off my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by the sleeves.

Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered
for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so
helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control over
anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed to
everyone around me.

Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me. Paul
whispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.
Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyone’s face. I
could feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to do
what he said. My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn’t have run if
I wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high heels. As
I ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands pressed tight
to the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I realized that
this was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze,
and Paul!

–

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Sunday, March 9th, 2008

Archive-author: Sherri Miller As told to Bruce Powell
Archive-title: Immobility

I woke up and then looked around the room to get myself
oriented. Sunlight streamed through the curtains and lit a strip of
the bed coverings. I reached over and hit the top button on the
strip that was installed on my bed. This button would tell the
kitchen staff that I was awake. I could smell baking cinnamon rolls
and my mouth had begun to water.

I stretch my arms and wiggle my toes, just about all of my
mobility at once. I punch the button that will bring my schedule and
menu for the day up on the computer screen hung over my bed. My
tummy rumbles at the thought of pigs-in-a-blanket and biscuits with
gravy for breakfast. I notice that today I will be taken from bed
to the spa where I will float in my hot tub for three hours before
my massage. I turn off the screen.

As I brush my blonde hair out of my face I notice (not for the
first time) that my upper arms is as big as the pillow that I lean
against. I smile at the fact that even my lower arms are bigger
than most women’s hips. My tummy rumbles again so I begin to run my
fat hands over the rolls and bulges that rise 4 feet off of the bed.

As I lay there waiting for one of the kitchen staff to bring me
my breakfast I think back to how I got here. It was seven years a
go that I met Bob, my husband. I was a senior in college studying
Nursing. I met him at a party and immediately fell hard. It took
three weeks for me to get a date with him. I thought it was because
of my weight. At the time I carried 135 pounds on my 5′1″ frame.
While most people called me chubby, I thought of myself a fat. A
fatso in a thin world. I went on a crash diet while waiting for our
date. Finally, I asked him out. He then told me that he was
waiting for the right time to ask me out, I flipped.

He took me out to an Italian place. I was starving, due to my
dieting. Normally I could resist most foods in public. It was in
private that my insatiable appetite would get me into trouble. I
had been struggling for the last three years to maintain my weight.
As a result I had only put on around 20 pounds in the last four
years. But that night I couldn’t help myself. I ordered Lasanga,
one of my favorites. When the meal came my eyes bugged out over the
size of the portion, it was huge! But after two hours I managed to
finish it. I felt like such a pig! I thought at that moment that
Bob would be revolted and never want to see me again.

Strangely, he drove me around and then parked in the shadows of
my dorm. Dredging up the courage I leaned over and kissed him,
hoping not to be rejected. His response surprised me. I about came
as his tongue probed my mouth. His right hand caressed my
overstuffed belly. Instinctively, I reached out to remove it. But
he move my hand away and continued to stroke by bulging belly. I
found it to be very erotic.

On our next date he took me to a French place. Good food, with
lots of cream sauces and the like. This time he ordered for me.
Again the portion was very large. After dinner he took me to a pie
house not far from the college. I had a double helping of apple pie
ala mode. As he took me back to the dorms I was so stuffed that I
was almost in pain. This time I took him to my room, my roommate
was out of town. We spent the rest of the night making slow
passionate love. I began to figure out that Bob liked me to eat.
And was beginning to see that he liked me fat.

We were married two weeks after graduation. I had put on
another twenty pounds and my mother was telling me how chubby I had
gotten. She told me that 150 pounds was too much to weigh for
somebody as short as I was. Well I didn’t tell her the promise that
I had made to Bob. I promised that as long as we were married I
would never diet and that I would eat everything put in front of me.

Our honeymoon was a constant feast for me. We spent it in San
Francisco. I think we hit every restaurant in the town. I ate so
much that by the end of the two weeks I couldn’t fit into most of my
clothes. But that was only the beginning. We set up housekeeping
in this house and I have never regretted it. I spent most of the
early months getting used to my new routine. I would wake up in the
morning to a huge breakfast left by Bob as he went to work. After
breakfast I would get up shower, and move to the front room. There
I would constantly snack until Bob returned from work around 5:00
PM. Bob would then treat me to a huge dinner and late night
snacking. Needless to say I began to gain at an alarming rate.

By Christmas I was over 200 pounds and still climbing. I was
distressed to see my new figure in the mirror and the one one the
scale. I had been brainwashed by 22 years of “thin thinking”. But
I was also deliriously happy. I loved Bob, and he loved me. With
every pound I put on it seemed that he was more in love with me.
Around our first Christmas it began to dawn on me that I liked being
fat. I love to eat and the added fat did not detract from our
lovemaking. On the contrary, it added to it.

I began to fantasize about enormous meals with me being so fat
that I need help eating. And I did my best to make these dreams
come true. By our first anniversary I weighed just under 300 pounds
and was loving it. I would eat just to gain “a few more pounds”.
In doing so I would force myself to devour that last bite of
cheesecake, or that last spoon of custard. Most nights I would lay
in bed stuffed beyond all reason, eyes glazed over and breathing
heavy due to the pressure in my round tummy. It was then that Bob
would make love to me for hours.

Time passed and I got fatter. Boy, did I get fatter. By our
second anniversary I was over 500 pounds and I was beginning to have
to revise my lifestyle. Stairs were becoming something that I
avoided like the plague. Also, it was becoming harder for me to
spend hours at the stove to continuously feed my gluttonous belly.

It was near our third Christmas that Bob brought home a slightly
chubby redhead. I remember thinking that it was over. I had
finally gotten too fat that that this redhead was his new lover. I
was laying in bed, just after eating three dozen chocolate covered
doughnut and drinking a gallon of chocolate milk. I was so stuffed
that I couldn’t sit up to slap her face. In fact, I was so stuffed
that I could hardly talk. I remember being so hurt and mad that I
almost missed his words.

“Linda, this is my gorgeous wife, Sherri. Sherri, this is
Linda, who is going to help out around here. Her biggest duty is to
keep you full.” The relief flooding over me was almost too much. I
felt like the Queen of the World.

Linda and I soon became very good friends. Every morning she
would wake me up to a mountainous breakfast. After breakfast I
would go for a short swim and then have a snack. By the time Bob
returned from the office I was usually so stuffed that dinner was a
challenge.

But my lifestyle began to rub off on Linda. Soon her clothes
were too tight and then I noticed a second chin forming. By summer
she had become a glutton herself. We would lay around the pool and
gorge ourselves on sweets and other things. By Labor day Bob had to
hire another cook. Linda had reached the 350 pound mark and was
getting to like laying around and gorging herself. In 18 months
Linda gained over 250 pounds and found herself a feeder for her
own. She made a lovely 500 pound bride and the last time I saw her
she was over 700 and becoming too big to move.

About the time that Linda waddled down the aisle I was rapidly
becoming to large to move. or the last few months I was able to get
out of bed only with help. Once on my feet I could walk just about
the length of the house. This exertion would leave me breathless
and exhausted. Unlike, around 550 pounds, when I met the milestone
of having my belly touch the floor while seated, the thought of
immobility scared me. I didn’t like the idea of becoming totally
dependent on others. But on the other hand the thought of being
totally incompasitated by my appetite was a erotic turn on.

I soon found that I had little choice in the matter. Around our
fourth Christmas I slowly became an immobile mountain of flesh. Not
only was I still gaining the fact that my exercise was severely
reduced caused an acceleration in my growth. Soon, Bob had designed
a whole group of special appliances that were designed to help me
get around.

I continued to grow. Bob redesigned the house for me. Extra
large doors, special design bed and a 20 foot is diameter jaccuzi.
I continued to do aqua-robics and tried to maintain my heart in good
condition. I continued to grow.

Just last week Bob’s latest invention allowed me to get
upright. Most of my massive weight was supported by a hoist-like
device. Once on my feet, for the first time in almost two years, I
was amazed at the fact that not only did my belly reach the floor,
it flowed over it for a few feet in front of me. Bob had taped four
36″ tape measures together to measure me, but it was too small.
While he could measure my thighs by reaching under the expanse of my
flowing belly. I was overjoyed to know that they measured over 93″
around each.

I see the door opening and one of the newer kitchen girls
pushing two large carts in. My mouth beings to water at the thought
of her feeding me this portion of my breakfast. Of course, I will
help but my 73″ upper arms makes it almost too hard to do. A
shudder passes through my 3/4 of a ton body. I wonder what the next
few years will bring.

–

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Saturday, March 8th, 2008

it started to open and fall away. I closed my eyes and imagined
that it was my wonderful neighbor’s hands that were moving under
my robe. I could feel myself becoming excited and slowly moved
one hand from my breast down to my stomach. As I stroked myself
I could feel a familar wetness start again between my legs.

I was determined to put on a good show for my man next door.
I moved a hand between my lips and let it play over my pubic
hair. I opened my legs slightly but kept my pussy blocked from
his view with my hand. I was sure he could tell I was fingering
myself. I slid a finger inside and felt the juicing starting to
flow. Slowly I pulled it out and brought it to my lips. My
tongue played over it and I sucked my finger into my mouth. I
could taste my wetness and it made me even more excited.

I continued fingering my pussy and stroking my tits for
several minutes. I was getting very excited just thinking about
the man who was watching in the dark next door. A small orgasm
shot through me as I imagined his fingers penetrating the lips of
my pussy. I pulled my legs up on the bed and lay back against
the headboard of the bed.

My robe had now fallen completely off of my shoulders and
was crumpled underneath me. I slowly pulled the baby doll off
and was now laying completely naked. I moved over on my side so
that was in the same position that I had watched my neighbor in.
I was on my side, with my ass open to the window for him to see.
I reached over to the table beside my bed and reached into the
drawer to pull out a vibrator that I kept there. I kept the
vibrator out of my neighbors sight. With my back still towards
the window, I played the vibrator over my nipples and breasts.
The vibrations caused little ripples of pleasure to flow through
me and made my nipples even harder.

I moved the vibrator down between my legs and let it slide
over my clit. I jumped in shock as the tip touched me, I was
getting very turned again and my pussy lips were opening as the
pleasure started to build.

I was ready to include my neighbor in the next part of my
act so I moved over to my back and slid across the bed till I was
closer to the window. I brought the vibrator up so that it was
in full view, then brought the tip down to rest right on my clit.

I massaged my pussy with the vibrator for several minutes without
actually penetrating it. I dangled a leg off the side of the bed
for a more tantalizing view and continued to pleasure myself with
the vibrator. My breast were heaving as another orgasm was
building within me but I was determined to finish the drama I had
started.

I pulled the vibrator from my clit and slid my legs off the
bed until I was sitting directly in front of the window in
complete view of my neighbor. Then I reached over to the table
and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. Making a big show of it, I
covered the vibrator completely with the KY, then I rubbed what
was left on my fingers into the lips of my pussy. My legs were
spreading wider and I was completely exposed.

I slowly lay back on the bed and opened my legs even wider.
My pussy was wet and open now and I placed the vibrator right at
the entrance to my cunt. My breathing was becoming labored and I
was dying to cum but I slowly pushed the vibrator until it forced
open my pussy. The vibrator was sending waves of pleasure
through my but I kept it from penetrating me. Then inch by inch,

I pushed it in till it filled me completely, stretching the lips
of my cunt and making me tremble in pleasure. I pulled it all
the way out until just the tip remained inside me and then I
shoved it all the way inside in one hard thrust. I started to
fuck my pussy wildly with the vibrator, moving my hips in rhythm
with each stroke. I was thrashing about the bed now violently
as my orgasm was buildng to a tremendous level. The combination
of the vibrator, and the thought of the man next door with a
perfect view of my wickedly spread legs brought me to a
wonderful, totally earthshaking orgasm. I arched my back toward
the window, just as my neighbor had done earlier, as my body
shook in pleasure.

After it was over I fell back on the bed, with my legs still
spread toward the window. The vibrator was still embedded deep
inside my pussy and juice was dripping onto the bed. I had never
felt to totally nasty and wicked. I felt like I could hardly
move and it took a concentrated effort to rise up on my elbows
and reach over to turn out the light.
After I clicked the light off I fell back on my side and
looked toward the dark window next door. Several seconds passed
in silence as I recovered and watched the window. I was sure
that he had been watching but I couldn’t tell in the darkness.

Just as I was about to lay back and go to sleep a light
flared. My neighbor had struck a match to light a cigarette he
had been there after all. In the light of the match I could see
him clearly, sitting in a chair in front of the window. As he
held the match out to blow it out, the light extended down his
body and I could make out his cock, still semi-hard, and still
covered with come. It was glistening in the light just as my wet
pussy had glistened before. He brought the match up to his lips
and blew it out. The room dropped back into darkness and I could
see no more movement.

I could feel the vibrator start to fall from my pussy. It
slowly slid out, still sticky from the KY and from my pussy
juices. I didn’t have the strength to put it away. I just lay
my head back on my pillow and fell asleep dreaming about my new
neighbor, and all the fun we were going have.

–

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Friday, March 7th, 2008

He moved so that he was laying on his back and my breath was
taken away in a loud gasp as his cock was suddenly ‘There’, in
full magnificent glory. It was huge, bigger than any I’d ever
seen before. His hand was stroking it up and down in a rapid,
fever pitched pace. He was now arching his hips in time with
each stroke on his red, hot cock. He was practically fucking his
hand and I was suddenly wishing that I was there instead of his
hand. I could practically feel his cock as it pistoned in and
out of my dripping cunt. Stabbing me with pleasure and filling
me with wild abandoned ecstasy.
My orgasm was almost upon me when my neighbor suddenly
stopped in mid thrust, his hips still off the bed and his hand
was gripping his cock tightly at the base. He coiled and gave
one last thrust into the air. A string of white cum exploded
from the tip of his cock and shot into the air. He spasmed
again, and then a third time. I watched his cock shooting his
load of cum and bit my lips as my own body arched out of my
chair. My fingers slid into my cunt and penetrated deeply as an
orgasm shook my body. I felt dizzy as wave after wave of
pleasure spun through me as I collapsed into my chair.

My neighbor had fallen back onto his bed and seemed to be
doing the same thing as I was. Trying to regain his lost breath
and calm down. It seemed to me that he had had a wonderful come
but I had never felt any pleasure to surpass what I had just
felt.

After several minutes of resting there on his bed, my
neighbor sat up and pulled on his shorts again. He reached up
and turned off his bedside lamp and his room was lit only by a
light from another room. He stood and walked over to his window
and looked out. I could see his silhouette in the window clearly
as he stood there looking out. I was sure that he couldn’t see
me at all, even as close as our houses were because of the
darkness of my room.

A sudden wicked thought ran through my mind and before I
could change my mind, I reached up and clicked on the lamp next
to my chair. I couldn’t see his face but I was sure his jaw was
dropping in shock as I was suddenly illuminated, with my legs
still spread wide. My pussy was still glistening with moisture
and in full view for him to see.
The outline of my neighbor was frozen into place. As he
reached down and pulled open his window I clicked the light back
off and disappeared into the darkness again. I stood and walked
to the window and I could feel the wetness from my pussy start to
run down my leg. Little aftershocks from my orgasm were still
making my legs shaky as I reached up and pulled my curtains
closed. The last view of my new neighbor was of him leaning out
of his window, probably straining to get a better view of me but
I remained in the dark.

After I closed the curtains, I turned and let out a long
tremendous sigh. I was even more need of a shower and rest than
when I had first returned home. I stepped into the hot stream of
water and felt a wave of tension flow from my body as the
pulsating spray washed over me. I stayed in the hot shower for
almost 30 minutes and emerged clean and ready to hit the sack.

My mind was filled with images of the scene I had just
played with my new neighbor. I could only imagine what was going
through his mind. I lay down on my bed and pictured his sculpted
body through his window. I was drifting off into sleep so I
leaned over to turn off the light. Out of the corner of my eye I
noticed a light come on in my neighbor’s window. I waited till I
could see his figure in the middle of the room then I clicked off
the light and bathed my bedroom in darkness.

My neighbor looked up as my light went off and I could see
him studying my dark window. He moved over and sat down on the
edge of his bed, still looking intently at my window. Still
sitting on the bed, he reached over to his lamp and then cast
himself into the dark.

I sat there for several minutes, wondering what he was
doing. I had the feeling that he was still sitting there on his
bed, watching my window, waiting.

With my breath held tightly, I reached up and turned my
light back on. I knew that I would be in perfect view for my
neighbor. I wondered briefly whether I’d have the courage to go
onto to the next step.

I stood up and walked to my closet. I was out of his view
so I quickly dropped my robe and put on a very sheer, very short
baby doll nightgown, then put my robe back on and moved back into
view. I stretched luxuriously, making a big show of it while
standing right next to my bed. Keeping my back to the window, I
let the robe fall open and down around my shoulders. I turned
around sat down on the bed, knowing that my open robe was very
revealing. My nipples were getting hard and I looked at the dark
window next door and wondered if my neighbor was still there. I
was sure that he was and I was going to take full advantage of
the situation.

I started to massage my breasts through the opening in my
robe. My baby doll nightgown was more like a sheer robe that
opened in front. As I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples,
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Thursday, March 6th, 2008

Archive-author: The Envoy
Archive-title: View from the Window

The sun was just starting to set as the cab dropped me off
on the corner of my apartment complex. I’d been flying all day
and was dead tired, all I was looking forward to a hot shower and
a warm bed.

I closed my front door and collapsed into my easy chair for
a few minutes to rest my feet. I disposed of my high heels,
dimmed the light next to the chair and fell back with my eyes
closed to let the hectic day I’d had disappear along with the sun
that slowly drifting below the horizon. I could still see rays
of sunlight peeking across the roof of the house next door.

I must have fallen asleep there in the chair, because when my
eyes opened again, it was dark outside. My own living room was
dark as well, the only illumination coming from a window in the
house next door..

I sat there for a few minutes just daydreaming; the nap had
refreshed me and I was feeling a lot better. I was just getting
ready to head for the shower when I saw a figure move in the
window of the building next door. The window was a rear bedroom
and the room was lit only by a small lamp on a bedside table.

My eyes opened wider when I realized that the figure was a man
moving around in the room wearing only a pair of jockey shorts.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me. I couldn’t
quite make out what he was doing but he was leaning over toward
the table at the side of the bed.

I was still in need of a hot shower and some sleep but I was
frozen in place at the sight of this near naked man in front of
me. His bedroom window was not very far away and I could see
that he had a fine body, and was in very good shape. I hadn’t
met the man since he’d moved in a couple of weeks ago but the
growing warmth coming from between my legs was making wish that I
had.

The man was still leaning over his bedside table, so I stood
up and stretched. I was still surrounded by darkness so I knew
there was no way anyone could see me. I slowly took off my skirt
and blouse and dropped them to the floor. I was still looking at
my newfound neighbor as I started to massage my breasts. My
nipples were getting hard with all the unspoken images running
through my mind. When I saw my neighbor sit back upright, I
removed my bra and panties and sat back in my easy chair to see
what else I could spy on.

My chair felt luxurious as it wrapped around my bare
buttocks. There was enough room between the armrests to spread
my legs wide and still have a wonderful view of my neighbors
bedroom. I run my hands down from my breasts and let them play
through my pubic hair. I was starting to get very wet and turned
on by what I was doing. I had never had any voyeuristic
experience before, but the wetness between my legs told me that I
was enjoying it immensely.

My neighbor had found whatever he was looking for and had
reached up and turned his light down a click in brightness.
A tingle ran through my body as my neighbor reached up to his
waist and in one quick movement, stripped off his jockey shorts.
As he lifted off the bed to remove them I could see the cheeks of
his firm, hard ass. I stared at his muscular rear end and
slipped a finger down between the lips of my pussy. My pussy was
soaking wet at the sight of this sexy body in front of me. The
fact that I was getting an unauthorized view of it was also
turning me on.

I was breathing very deeply and stroking my pussy when my
neighbor suddenly lay back on the bed. His back was still toward
me but the sudden view of his fine backside and trim naked body
sent another chill through my body. I started to stroke my clit
slowly, wetting it with juices flowing from my pussy. My fingers
were covered with now and it added to the pleasure I was feeling
all over.

My neighbor still had his back to me; he was laying on his
right side and was propped up on his arm like he was reading a
book. His left arm was dangled down his side and he was stroking
his hips slowly with his hand. His hand disappeared in front
of his body and I could just make out his ass moving back and
forth in small, short movements.

It was obvious to me what he was doing. The fact that I was
watching secretly was turning me on like I had never been turned
on before. My fingers were stroking my clit and pussy furiously
as the passion was building up between my legs. I leaned back a
little more and placed my legs up on the armrests of my big
chair. My legs were spread, my hot pussy was wickedly open as I
fingered myself in pleasure.

I was very close to coming now as I continued to stroke and
probe my cunt. The ittle tremors of pleasure I was creating were
making me shiver in ectasy. My neighbor was pistoning his hips
back and forth now a little more forcefully.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

moment. “Betty,” he muttered without much enthusiasm. Marvin
was now really impressed. “And you screw her? Really screw
her? In the pussy?” “Sure I do, right in the middle of her
pussy.” Victor regained his tone of authority. “Yessir,
right in the middle.”

Eddie too was becoming convinced. “What does a
pussy look like?”

“Well, I’ll tell you, but only if you let me and
Marvin beat you off.”

“But I told you already…I DON’T WANT TO BURN IN
HELL!!!” Eddie wailed.

“Don’t be stupid, Eddie. You only go to hell if you
beat yourself off. Not if somebody else beats you off.

[....!??] “Are you sure?”

Victor could see that Eddie wanted very much to
believe him. “I’m positive. In fact you can even beat
somebody else off and it doesn’t count…it’s only when you
beat yourself that you go to hell.” Victor could see Eddie
was weakening. He was pleased with himself. “But first
you’re going to have to show us your penis.”

The bald guy wearing the sunvisor was wheezing
audibly. He weighed 275 pounds easily and could barely hold
himself up in the squat over the scrawny longhaired guy with
the pimples and coke bottle glasses lying flat on his back
between the fatman’s legs in the bathtub. HERE IT COMES…
Kurt Jr. twisted his left tit with one hand while he held
the bottle of Locker Room up to his nostrils with the other.
The shaky camera panned down the fat guy’s back to his
distended shit hole. IT’S COMING OUT… Kurt recapped the
popper and rammed his middle finger back up into his own
hungry poop-chute, just as a brown turd ribbon began
squeezing out the fat man’s rectum, dropping by clumps into
the longhair’s open mouth. Kurt pushed his finger in as far
as it would go up up toward a lump of his own shit. He
clamped down with all his might and then withdrew his finger
to look at the treasure. It was clean. He held it to his
nose and sniffed. DAMN…nothing.

Back on the screen the pimply guy had started rimming
the filthy asshole. The shit was getting smeared everywhere.
One of the guy’s lenses was completely mudded out.

Now THAT is disgusting Kurt thought to himself. He
was irritated with SHIT LOVERS #3. It was exactly like
LOVERS #1 and #2. Why did they always use such ugly nerdy
types in these scat videos? That guy shouldn’t be wearing
his glasses for godsake. It was ludicrous and made the whole
thing a travesty. Why couldn’t there ever be any nice
healthy looking guys with white teeth, flawless tans and
fresh blow-drys like in all the other porn? After all, I’m
hot looking, atheletic, with a nice body, Kurt thought, I’m a
shit lover…why can’t they make these movies with guys like
me. This is so demeaning. It really pisses me off. If only
he had more guts, he reasoned for the thousandth time. He’d
given it so much thought…lead the movement, give public
speeches, be a spokesman and role model, march in the
parades… If only he had more guts. Guts enough to bring
respectability to scat. Educate the public. Go into
politics even. Who knew where it might lead? Kurt Schidink
Jr. the country’s first Brown Hanky Congressman. B.M.
Brothers Unite!!! Keep your chins up high!!! Don’t be
oppressed just because you let people shit on you. Spread
those Cheeks and FLY!!! It made his head spin. Kurt took
another hit as the video shifted to a new duo. Well, not
entirely new. There was that same fatty but this time he was
wearing a black wig..(!) THIS IS REALLY INSULTING…what a
piece of shit this #3 was turning out to be and he’d forked
over $89.95 for it too. Non-refundable.

At 10:03 pm, the exact moment of Kurt Jr.’s
disappointing discovery, downstairs his father had positioned
himself over his mother’s cunt and his tongue was beginning
to search out what they called her little love-snail, his
youngest brother Timmy still on the pot was on the verge of
passing out from pushing out and his other brother Marvin was
untying his pajama bottoms. And two blocks away out on the
icy street the fuel pump of a ‘79 Ford Pinto was giving up
its life, unbeknownst to Larry Henderson, the car’s current
owner coming back from a gay bar through a neighborhood he’d
never been in before. It was incredible coincidence that
when the engine died it died right in front of 677 Rigoletto
Place, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kurt Schidink and their three
fine sons. The coincidence was made greater by the fact that
during the summer of his highschool sophomore year Larry and
Kurt who were classmates and neighbors at the time used to
get together to assfuck and suck each other off. But then
Kurt’s family moved across town and Larry took up with a
different crowd and the rest was history. Kurt and Larry had
not seen each other in 25 years. Larry steered the coasting
Pinto across a slick of ice next to the curb. Shit it was
cold. For the first time that evening he regretted not
wearing more than the jockstrap under his leather chaps. He
got out and threw open the hood. His butt was FREEZING. He
hoped he’d be able to spot what the problem was, only the
problem was that Larry actually only knew zip about cars and
realized that the gesture was more one of macho reflex than
constructive action. Larry could see his breath in the beam
of his flashlight. It was dark except for some yellowish
light coming from behind the upstairs shaded window of 677.
Behind those shades Grace was moaning herself through
multiple orgasms under her husband’s increasingly clumsy
ministrations and manipulations.

Kurt didn’t know what had taken over him. He felt
great. Out of control, but great. And then Grace crested her
biggest wave and one knee kicked out in one of the many
reflex actions her coming was prone to and landed square in
the center of her hubby’s swollen tight-as-a-drum
fluid-filled paunch. OOOOoofff. [pop] The stopper blew out
of Kurt’s greasy red hole, which opened up like a fireman’s
hose and sent quarts of brownish fleck-laden water flying
across the bedroom spraying all over the mirrors and
glasstopped vanity. What was happening? Kurt didn’t really
know. He looked between his legs and caught the reflection
of his hydrant butt at full power. Oddly, he felt removed
from it all…no big deal… time stood still…he was just
floating in a blissful out of body experience… In what may
have only been seconds later he found himself sitting on the
Port-a-Potty squirting out a few remaining ounces, while
Grace, ever the vigilant homemaker, good-naturedly surveyed
the damage.

Larry Henderson knew he had only two choices, both
fairly humiliating: ask these folks to call AAA or find a bus
stop and hope that public transportation was were still
running at this hour. He might have opted for the later
option, however the risk of frostbitten buns made him decide
to head for the front stoop of 677. I sure hope these folks
are home, he thought to himself as he prepared to ring the
bell.- – - – - – - – – - – - – [TO BE CONTINUED...]

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Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

“Oh you big clown! Quit fooling around.”

“What’re you talking about, Hon?”

“You stuck it in the wrong hole,” Grace giggled.

Kurt rolled over and took his reading glasses off the
nightstand. Sure enough. He couldn’t believe it. There was
that nozzle protruding from the back end of Grace’s slippery
brown vulva, a full inch south the proper slot. Kurt was
astounded, he’d never made that slip before. “Sorry, dear.
I guess I just wasn’t looking where I was going.’ He pulled
the plastic stem out and reinserted it into her pulsing
asshole. “How’s that?” “Bullseye,” she crooned and
indicated for him to start the flow. Kurt reached for the
tubing and released the clamp. A minute passed, he was
feeling lightheaded but good. “Kurty, I’m not feeling
anything can you adjust the nozzle or something…” Oh Shit!
Kurt suddenly realized that his own gut was about to burst
and that the black enema bag was half empty. He’d released
the wrong clamp(!) By the time he got his line cut off and
hers started, he felt like he was going to explode. Grace
knew intuitively what he was feeling and she began jerking
her husband’s foreskin back and forth over the swollen
dickhead, again diverting his attention from the temporary
cramps which had sent his entire abdomen into spasms. “Oh
yeah, that’s it, Hon, keep pumping.” He took deep breaths
bouncing back and forth between agony and ecstasy. Then it
was her turn for a spasm.

“Aaaaennh….oooooh…Kurt…clamp me off I’m filling
too fast.” This time he managed to get it right despite his
growing lightheaded but happy loss of coordination.

They lay there resting for a while. Finally she
said: “Think you can take a little more, Kurty?” “I guess
so, as long as you keep jocking me off.” “You really like
how I jock you off, don’t you darling?” “You bet I do. Why
you’re just about the best jocker-offer I’ve ever had.” “Is
that a fact???” her tone went testy. “Oh not what you think,
Hon. I meant before we got married…you know, with the
other boys in the locker room–just messing around.” “I
see…Well, then I forgive you…Boys will be boys.” Kurt
decided to change the subject. “Lets 69. Okay? We haven’t
done that in a long while.” “With the hoses in?” she asked
incredulously, this wasn’t like her conservative hubby at
all. “Sure. Besides, it’s about time we add to our bag of
tricks.” He was feeling adventurous. “Whatever you say, you
big lug.” She was very pleased as she watched the father of
her three sons get up on all fours and back up over her with
that thick black rubber tube snaking out of his ass toward
the plant hangers on the ceiling.

Little angry ten-year old Tommy still sat on the
downstairs john grunting, pushing and straining his
stopped-up asshole. Maybe if he frigged himself it wouldn’t
ache so much. He’d watched Marvin do it with Victor and it
made them real blissful. He took his tiny weener in his fist
and began jerking it around. But it didn’t seem to want to
get any bigger the way Victor’s did.

Meanwhile Victor was in the process of demonstrating
the art of masturbation to a new initiate. He and Marvin had
done it to themselves, to each other, even once in front of
Timmy. But Eddie had never done it, despite now being a
good two weeks over 13 and already showing traces of a
mouse-colored mustache. That’s what this whole slumber
party was all about. It was Victor’s idea actually, but he’d
made Marvin promise not to tell Eddie anything about it ahead
of time. The three boys were sitting on top of the bed in
their pajamas and Victor had hauled the rubber dildo back out
from under the bed.

“What’s it used for, Victor?” Eddie asked.

“A dildo-dick? Why, it’s kind of a teaching device.”

“A teaching device? I don’t get it.”

“You will. Marvin and I’ll show you.” Victor passed
the footlong rubber erection to the 12 year old Schidink boy.
“Show Eddie how you beat off, Marvin.”

“My dad says you’ll go to hell if you beat off.”
Eddie stated with no little concern.

“Your dad’s full of crap.” countered the older boy.

“He is not. He’s a Born-again and Born-agains never
lie!”

“He is too. Beating off feels so good–it’s the
best, there’s nothing in the whole world that feels near as
good. Not even screwing your girlfriend.”

Marvin, who was about to show how you beat off a
dildo-dick, looked up in astonishment. “You have a
girlfriend?” “Of course I do.” “Oh yeah,” interjected
Eddie, “prove it–what’s her name?” Victor thought for a
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Monday, March 3rd, 2008

off. She smiled to herself thinking about the surprise she’d
planned… Kurt and Grace did an enema night every now and
then, two or three times a year, usually after church on a
Sunday or on a holiday where Kurt didn’t have to go to work
at crack of dawn the next morning…but they’d never tried
anything like what Grace had secretly planned for Kurt
tonight. The two bags hung side by side from the hooks..
Hers pink and holding two quarts. His was black, a special
mail-order model from New Jersey, and weighed a ton when full
at six quarts–there were five in it now. Fortunately, Kurt
was still getting ready. Grace brought a one liter bottle of
Winners Cup vodka from the back of the closet where she’d had
it stashed for this special occasion. Glancing nervously
toward the closed bathroom door, she poured the whole thing
into the black bag which now bulged almost to overflowing.
Hurriedly she rehid the empty in the closet. Grace felt her
heart pounding–Kurt did not allow any alcohol in the house,
but she knew that just once she had to do this… The door
opened, flooding the room with harsh light from the bathroom.
Kurt stood there untying the belt to his bathrobe.

“Lucky for us Kurt Jr. had some extra, Hon. I clean
forgot it when I went shopping yesterday.” Old Prep-H was
their favorite lubrication for these occasions. Grace always
had been pile-prone and the shark oil medication seemed to
work best for working in the enema nozzles–they both
preferred it. Kurt looked around the room, his wife had
really been busy, while his only contribution was to stack
the dishwasher. “Gee, you got everything set up already, I
should have helped.” It was all there ready to go: the extra
towels, the plastic buckets. Even the Port-a-Potty had been
unfolded and put in place a few feet from the edge of the
bed. “By the way, Hon, I didn’t tell you how delicious that
turkey stuffing was you put together–I made a real pig of
myself. That enema’ll sure feel great….” With that, Kurt
involuntarily cut loose a thunderous fart. “Mercy!” giggled
the little woman, “hold your horses. You’re snortin’ and
rarin’ to go, aren’t you?”

“Better believe it.” Kurt hung the robe on the hook
of the door and flopped his big hairless body onto the rubber
sheet. His enormous uncut dick bounced against his belly and
then tilted out into space semi-erect and ten fat inches
long, the head still tucked behind his generous pink
foreskin, except for the glossy dime sized end surrounding
his piss hole. He cupped his giant elephant scrotum with its
unusually tough thick skin and fluffed himself a few times
while he watched Grace slip out of her bra and panties.
Grace had managed to keep her trim little figure; of course
her breasts sagged a bit more these days than they had on
their wedding night some 22 years ago and those small brown
nipples pointed at her feet now instead of at the ceiling,
but Kurt liked the way she looked, and her extremely thick
bush seemed to him if anything denser than ever.

The routine, a pattern developed over more two
decades of enema nights, never varied. They kissed for about
five minutes and then unceremoniously switched to a spoon
style position. Kurt’s bag was so much bigger, simply
because his abdominal capacity was greater. It also took
longer to feed and so Grace always got him started first.
Kurt propped one leg up in the air as his wife began working
the Prep-H into his crack and past his baby-tight ruby
asshole. She was greasing him up good tonight. He felt his
dick stiffen as the little woman’s finger got the knuckle
past the first sphincter. Ah this was the life! Kurt wished
he could have an enema every night. Now she was starting in
with the nozzle, Kurt offered barely any resistance and Grace
slid all six inches of it into his rectum. “Let her rip,” he
moaned as she reached for the clamp and released it. He
heard a gurgle and felt the first surge. With the weight of
a gallon and a half of fluid backing it, that initial rush
always took his breath away, but then he relaxed and went
with the flow. He could feel the liquid coursing into his
lower colon, it was a great feeling and he noticed that his
cockhead had now worked itself totally into the open at the
end of a full and glorious boner. Then he felt the first
hint of cramping… oooooohoh…Grace slid the fluted nozzle
back and forth in his asshole to divert the momentary
discomfort. Soon Kurt’s gut had accommodated its growing
load and he repositioned his leg onto the rubber sheet. It
was a signal to cut the flow for a moment and for Mr.
Schidink to start the process up on Mrs. Schidink. Kurt felt
great…almost light-headed. This was the best damned enema
he could remember. He watched his wife spread wide her
undercarriage with its masses of black wiry curls barely
revealing the intricate scrolls of her liver-colored cunt
lips and puffy puckered anus. He squeezed out some Prep-H.
Ooops too much. He pushed a glob into Grace’s anal openingf
and scraped another big glob off the red rubber which he also
lubed into her hairy crevice. He felt terrific …they were
just going to have to arrange to do this more often. The
woman’s enema nozzle was much daintier than the one lodged
inside him, even though Kurt’s rectum was teeny and his
wife’s was if anything impressive by comparison. But then
men were men and women were women and this nozzle was
especially designed for the fairer sex, just as the one
shoved up inside him was designed by that Dr. Jay in New
Brunswick especially for men–or rather “guys” (to quote the
instructions on the box).
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: An All American Family

Keywords: mf, scat

Chapter ONE

“Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the
house, the Schidinks were stirring…”

Little Timmy Schidink, only ten years old and very
angry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom.
He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinner
was forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as he
pushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turd
out his distended rectum.

Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happily
as she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she and
Kurt had been planning for weeks. With an expert flourish
she rolled out the red rubber sheet onto the king-sized
mattress, fastening it securely at the corners. Next, she
opened up four brand new packages of disposable drop cloths
and began covering the floor around the bed. The macrame
plant hangers followed… down came the spider plants, up
went the chrome hooks Kurt had recently added to their toy
chest from the medical supply house.

Behind the locked door of his third floor bedroom,
handsome athletic smooth-bodied muscular blonde square-jawed
blue-eyed Kurt Jr., home for the holidays from his Sophomore
year at UCLA, popped a videotape into the VCR, put on his
horn-rimmed distance glasses and lay back on the bed playing
with his nipples as the crude titles rolled over the screen.

Kurt Sr. was making ready in the master bathroom. Oh
no. He’d forgotten to pick up that extra tube of Preparation
H and there was none left in the medicine cabinet. “I can’t
believe this,” he muttered to himself, pissed off that he
hadn’t made out a list before he’d gone shopping yesterday.
The stores would all be closed now. Perhaps Kurt Jr. might
have some he could borrow. Kurt put on a bathrobe and
stepped into the hall where he was greeted by the sound of
snickering and dirty giggling coming from behind middle son
Marvin’s closed bedroom door. It sounded smutty to Kurt and
he didn’t like it. After all there were the other parents to
consider. Marvin Schidink was hosting a slumber party for
his neighborhood playmates Eddie and Victor, and their
parents had given permission. Kurt didn’t want any
repercussions. He rapped on Marvin’s door. “What’re you
guys doing in there?” The sniggles stopped. “Nothing, Dad.”
“May I come in?”

Victor hurriedly tossed the pink rubber dildo-dick
he’d stolen from the magazine store under the bed. Just in
time. [Whew] The door opened.

Kurt looked into the room. The three boys, Marvin
12, Victor 15, and Eddie just 13 were all sitting bolt
upright under the covers of Marvin’s bed. There were comics
spread all over the bed. Innocent enough, Kurt decided.
“Now you boys, keep it down in here.” “Yes sir.” “…and
don’t do anything smutty, you understand. Tomorrow isn’t a
schoolday so you can keep the lights on until 12:00, but then
you’ve got to hit the hay, understand?” “Yes sir.”

Kurt closed the door a proceeded up the stairs to Kurt
Jr.’s room. He knocked once. “Kurt Jr…?”

[Oh FUCK!] Kurt Jr. grabbed for the remote control
and pushed OFF just as the words, “SCAT LOVER TAPE #3″
bloomed onto the screen. “What is it, Dad?” “Do you have
any Preparation H, Son? Your mom and I are out.” “Just a
second, Dad, I think I do, I’ll check.” Kurt hopped into his
jeans and took a fresh tube out of his dopkit on the
nightstand. He was about to open the door when he realized
that he still had two big green snakebite suction cups
attached to his nipples. He yanked them off, hoping the
reddened erect nipples would go unnoticed by his father.
They did. “Having a flare-up?” Kurt Jr. asked solicitously
as he handed over the medication. “No, Son, it’s for your
mother.” “Well this should do the trick…it always works
for me.” “Thanks, Kurt Jr., I’ll buy you a replacement tube
tomorrow.”

Kurt Jr. watched his father head back down the
stairs. Sr. was a great big blond muscular man with a giant
butt and a fairly large belly, but all-in-all real masculine,
like so many of his Polish buddies who rode with him on the
back of scavenger trucks working hard in all kinds of weather
hauling garbage to provide food for the table and a college
education for the kids. Jr. shut the door and began looking
around the carpet for his snakebite cups.

Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in her
bowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingering
her clitoris. There was still some preparation to be
finished, and she’d better hurry if she wanted to pull it
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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