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Fetish sallyhom ff part2

Friday, October 31st, 2008

she felt very turned-on. Sandra did not wait long before pushing
her face to Sally’s crotch. Then her tongue extended to brush
against the material of the panties. She began to lick steadily.
The panties started to pick up moisture from Sandra’s tongue.
Sally felt Sandra’s tongue working away and her pussy began to
dampen. It felt so good – the feel of the tongue through the light
cloth. And every couple of strokes, Sandra’s tongue would pass
above Sally’s clitoris and arouse her even more. It felt so good.
Sally allowed her hands to drop her skirt which then fell to
partially cover Sandra’s head . Sally then reached down to feel
Sandra’s thick golden-blonde hair – she loved running her hands
through it and holding it. Sandra was enjoying her task
considerable and was herself becoming aroused. The panties in
front of her were by now very wet and she could taste something
other than her own saliva when her aimed her licks lower – Sally’s
love juices were gradually adding their presence to the wetness
already there.

By this time Sally was in ecstasy – each lick of Sandra added to
her pleasure as Sandra now concentrated almost exclusively on her
clitoris. Sally stifled her desire to cry out in pleasure as she
let herself be carried away by the sensations – the panties
prevented the pressure on her clitoris becoming too intense and
the wetness of the material added to the eroticism. Sally realised
that she would soon reach her orgasm and wanting it badly, did
nothing to attempt to delay the inevitable. Sandra’s tongue was
ensuring that the climax would soon be reached, and as it finally
arrived, Sally tightened her grip on Sandra’s hair and thrust her
crotch at Sandra’s face.

– I’m coming…ahhhhhhh…

Sandra heard Sally’s moan and carried on with her licking making
sure to keep her tongue as near as possible to Sally’s clitoris
despite Sally’s involuntary thrusts of her pelvis as the waves of
pleasure swept over her. Sally lost herself in pleasure, her eyes
closed. As each wave rolled over her body, she enjoyed that
ultimate pleasure to which she knew no equal.

At last the waves died down and Sandra, attuned to what was
happening, allowed her licking to slow down and placed less
pressure at each stroke of her tongue. At last the orgasm was
over and as Sally opened her eyes, Sandra eased her licking until
she stopped completely. Sally once more held up her skirt to look
down to she the grinning and wet face of Sandra looking up at her.

– That was wonderful. Sally answered Sandra’s unspoken query.

In reply Sandra leaned forward once more to plant a single kiss
directly on Sally’s sodden panties.

– Yes, you seem to have wet your panties. Sandra mischievously
teased the older girl.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Sally – she was now aware of a
certain pressure which was making its presence known. At once she
knew how to deal with it.

– Well, perhaps they are not wet enough. Sally grinned at Sandra.
What do you think?

Sandra was slightly bemused by this question. Sally observed this.

– Watch. Sally’s eyes indicated that Sandra should look at Sally’s
panties. Sandra did so. There seemed to be nothing to see – just
the wet blue panties which clung to Sally’s pussy. If at all
possible they seemed to be even wetter than when Sandra had
finished licking.

– Have a taste. Sally ordered.

Sandra complied and once again moved her head nearer to allow her
tongue to lick at the most sodden part of Sally’s panties. At
once she knew that something was different – there was a somewhat
strange taste and the liquid was.warm! Sandra leant back and
looked up in amazement.

– You’re wetting yourself! Sandra exclaimed.

– Of course. Sally laughed at the shock on the face of Sandra.

Sandra looked back towards Sally’s panties and watched at the
wetness gradually increased until it could no longer be held by
the thin material and a small stream emerged from the lowest point
to dribble down onto Sandra’s bare knees which were left uncovered
by Sandra’s skirt. Sandra watched as the drops of the warm liquid
dropped onto her legs. Then the small stream dried until just a
couple of individual droplets joined the rest. Sandra looked up
once more to see Sally grinning broadly at her.

– What do you think? Sally asked, although she could see the
fascination quite plainly on Sandra’s face.

Sandra did not know what to say. In her confusion and with her
heart pounding inside her she leaned forward to allow her tongue
to taste Sally’s panties. The piss had totally saturated the
crotch of the panties and Sandra tasted its presence as she licked
a couple of times at the wet material. The slightly tangy taste
was not too bad she decided as she withdrew her tongue. She felt
very turned on indeed. Dimly she was aware of her own pussy – wet
from her love-juice. But now she concentrated on Sally’s piss
soaked panties. Sally watched as Sandra savoured the taste and
smiled in pleasure as she saw that Sandra intended to take another
taste. This time however instead of using her tongue to explore,
Sandra pressed her lips directly against Sally’s crotch and forced
some of the wet material just inside them. Then she sucked,
drawing the wetness straight into her mouth. By now she was almost
used to the flavour and actively enjoyed it. As that one small
patch lost its moisture, Sandra moved slightly lower seeking a
patch that still retained its full wetness. She then repeated her
sucking.

Sally overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of Sandra’s actions in
sucking the piss from her panties. It was unbelievably erotic!
Before she had carefully released only a small amount of piss.
Now, while Sandra’s face was pressed against her pudenda, Sally
relaxed her muscles to allow her piss to flow, not as a controlled
release, but as a strong and steady stream which immediately
filled her panties and burst against Sandra. Sandra suddenly
realised that Sally was pissing at that very moment – without a
moment’s thought she opened her mouth and pressed it open against
the panty material from which it was now pouring – again she
sucked. This time, however, instead of needed to draw pull the
liquid from the panty material, piss filled her mouth
automatically. When her mouth was full of the hot liquid Sandra
had to close her mouth and swallow the mouthful that she still
held. The rest of Sally’s piss continued to emerge, flowing over
Sandra’s face, around her chin and down the sides of her neck, then finding its way in streams under the collar of her shirt to
be soaked up by the cotton material. Another small flow escaped by
a different route and Sally felt it running down the inside of her
right leg.

As soon as Sandra had managed to swallow her first mouthful, she
opened her mouth to receive another. By now Sally had almost
finished and her rate of pissing was slowing down. Sandra realised
this and pressed harder against Sally, trying to collect as much
as she could. At last Sally finished pissing. Sandra then closed
her mouth and pulled her head to look up at Sally. Sally looked
down at Sandra and when she saw the wet condition of Sandra’s face
and the wet patches on the front her shirt, one of which covered a
breast on which the outline of a small hard nipple could be seen,
she was unable to resist moving one of her hands down to her wet
crotch in order to cup it – she was very, very excited. She
squeezed and felt the wetness there and began to masturbate,
rubbing her hand over her pussy and against her clitoris.

As she did this her eyes locked with Sandra’s. When Sandra saw
Sally watching, she opened her mouth with deliberate slowness to
reveal that there was still a pool of piss within. When Sally saw
this, her hand moved even faster as she rubbed herself, desperate
to come to orgasm for the second time. It was not long to wait in
her current state, especially when she saw Sandra close her mouth
to reveal a teasing smile. A few seconds later after a small
movement of Sandra’s throat, she reopened her mouth – this time it
was empty. Sally’s hand was moving frantically and now her climax
arrived. She carried on without slowing down as her whole body
shook in waves of pleasure, her eyes never leaving Sandra’s face
until it was finally over. In the meantime Sandra watched as her
companion again achieved orgasm, this time through her own
efforts. As she watched she was unable to resist putting one of
her own hands up her skirt to rub herself. Sally saw this as she
recovered and grinned.

Sandra then deliberately pulled back her blue skirt to reveal that
she was wearing no panties. Sally’s eyes fixed themselves on her
Sandra’s beautiful little pussy surmounted by a small, sparse
patch of blonde pussy hair. Sandra’s hand returned to its work –
she was now using a couple of fingers to rub in a circular motion
against her clitoris. Knowing that Sally was watching made her
want to demonstrate that she too could reach orgasm quickly and
efficiently on her own. She was also very, very randy. Her fingers
continued their motions rubbing just around her pleasure spot,
sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was not long before
these sensations turned into a climax of pure delight – she was
coming. Her fingers speeded up slightly and Sally watched intently
as Sandra suddenly stiffened giving a visible sign of what was
happening inside her. Her orgasm lasted a few seconds and as it
died away, Sandra slowed her fingers until they came to a
standstill and then looked directly at Sally with a satisfied grin
on her cheeky face.

Sally laughed and knelt down next to Sandra on the floor. She
leant forward to kiss her wet niece and their sets of lips came
together. Sally tasted her own piss on Sandra’s face and then
probed into Sandra’s mouth with her tongue. Her tongue encountered
Sandra’s and the two young girls looked into each other’s eyes as
their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

–

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Fetish sallyhom ff

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Archive-author: Petronius
Archive-title: Sally’s Homecoming

(f/f, teen, ws)

‘Petronius’

Characters:

Sally 16 Hair: Red
Sandra 13 Hair: Golden-blonde. Sandra is Sally’s niece.

Sally’s Homecoming

Sally arrived home from her trip feeling tired, but more
importantly, randy – it had been a few days since she had engaged
in any form of sexual activity – she had been tempted to pop into
the loo on the train in order to play with herself but had finally
decided against it as it would not be long before she arrived
home. She was wearing a black skirt which reached to just above
her knees and on top she wore a white blouse covered by a light
fawn coloured jumper. This latter was somewhat tight and outlined
her breasts in such a way to make their size obvious, forming as
they did, constrained by her bra, two luscious looking mounds. The
sun shone on Sally’s thick red hair as she rang the door-bell.
Her key was buried somewhere in her bag and in any case she
wanted to see who, if anyone, was at home.

The door was soon answered and it opened to reveal Sandra standing
there. She was dressed in a white shirt and a short blue skirt.
Her beautiful long golden-blonde hair was tied with a blue ribbon
and hung below her shoulders. Sally smiled at her. As always, the
sight of her young niece cheered her up. Sandra returned the
smile, being glad to see Sally.

– Hello. Are you alone. Sally asked as Sandra made room for her to
pass into the house.

– Yes. Everyone else is out. Sandra answered.

As they moved into the kitchen, Sally related the rather
uninteresting events of her journey to Sandra, who wasted no time
in finding and pouring a soft drink for Sally and herself. As her
eyes adjusted to the comparative darkness inside the house, Sally
regarded Sandra’s body as it moved around the kitchen, preparing
the drink. Her eyes seemed to fix automatically on Sandra’s chest
and she quietly admired her young, growing breasts. Sally noted
approvingly that Sandra was not wearing a bra – not of course that
she had any need of one. Her small breasts were perfectly firm. By
now the drinks were ready and Sally drank hers, enjoying the cold
refreshment.

Then once again she resumed her account and as she spoke, she
again could not help looking at Sandra who stood there – this
time it was not just her breasts which were the object of Sally’s
lustful attentions – but also the way her slim hips curved to form
her waist. Sandra saw the movement of Sally’s eyes over her body
and smiled to herself.

Sally finished her drink and then placed the glass down on the
table. Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in
a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence –
mainly through having spent the best part of an hour practising
the movement in front of her bedroom mirror one recent afternoon.
Sally naturally was unable to resist and, as Sandra had intended,
stared at the display. Sandra’s breasts were small, but they were
well shaped being very much the size and shape of small apples.
They were perfect for her slim body.

As Sandra eased from her stretch, her eyes caught those of Sally
as they looked up. Both girls smiled simultaneously – it was
obvious that they were thinking along the same lines. It was just
a matter of who would be the first to break the somewhat thin ice.

For a moment there was silence in the room.

– I feel so horny! Sally exclaimed, breaking the silence, looking
at Sandra straight in the eye.

– That’s strange. So do I. Sandra blushed at her boldness.

Sally leant against the edge of the table with her feet about two
feet apart. Then smiling at Sandra, she pulled up her skirt to
reveal a pair of light blue panties covering her pussy.

– Would you like to lick me? Sally asked. As she spoke she moved
her right hand to touch her slit, hidden as it was by the panties,
and then drew it up and down slowly, running the tips of her
fingers caressingly across her panties in an unmistakeable
invitation.

Sandra looked at Sally and nodded her assent. Then she moved
forwards to kneel between Sally’s legs. Sandra looked placed her
hands on the backs of Sally’s legs and then looked up. Sally
looked down to see the pretty face of her niece – all of a sudden
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Fetish roadtrp2 txt part2

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

“I don’t want you getting burned. That would disappoint me for
the rest of the week.”
“Maybe in a bit. I like what your hands are doing.”
“Just one hand, darling. But it moves fast.”
“Stay down there for a while.”

So I do. With your approval secure, my palm roves over your
smooth, slick skin. I feel your body arch wherever my hand
moves. The cheeks pushing up as I caress them is the best, and
they fill my hand and ask for more. Both thighs tense as I glide
across them. I slide my fingers under the suit bottom.

“Hips up, please.”

With a tug, you are bottomless. I sniff the suit; it confesses a
bit of your desire. Your hips stay up for a time. My hand cups
your mound to support you (and to rub your clit just a bit).
Such strong legs…lots of practice riding me, I assume. The
sight of you, bottom in the air, chestnut brown hair fanning out,
breasts pressing into the towel, has its effect on me as well.
The suit I’m wearing soon feels too small. Your hips drop,
pinning my hand on your mound. Not a bad thing, actually, as it
presses into the sand and rolls across my fingers.

I look around for people…coast is clear. I slide my thumb
inbetween your lips and wiggle back and forth. I glance at your
face. Small beads of sweat dot your brow and lips open in a
silent kiss. My thumb presses further inbetween your nether
lips, and I push from side to side wanting to touch every inch of
your inner flame. More pressure on the fingers as I try to close
my hand and grip your sex. My thumb is grabbed by muscles…a
twitch? I close fingers again, and the twitch again. I see you
smile.

“Have you been practicing the Kegels again?”
“You tell me.” And a slow squeeze of my digit by your tunnel is
proof enough. I slide my thumb in more with the added moisture,
and I am rewarded with another squeeze. I waggle my fingers
under your mound and try to trap your clit between two of them.
I do feel it now between middle and ring. I can roll it just a
bit, and it seems to be enough. Your hips roll back and forth,
then up and down, and I see a shudder of pleasure roll down your
back from shoulders to thighs.

One arm slides from your head and rubs the front of my suit.
“Well, what have we here? A hard dick for me to play with?” The
hand sneaks under the waistband and wraps around the shaft
knowingly. Now your palm glides over the velvet skin of my
dickhead, and a shiver rolls down MY back. You pull my hand from
your hips, and roll to face me, pushing your hair back from your
face. One magnificent thigh opens and rests on my hip. My body
moves closer, but just enough room for hands to resume their
journey. You take my hand again and place it where you want it
on your sex. Two fingers magically slide inside and spread out,
touching all of you that I can. My straining hardness is
consoled by your touch again. I lean forward for a slow,
passion-filled kiss as your bosom presses into my chest. Your
thumb races over the head, using my wetness to heighten the
feeling. I buck my hips against the onslaught, and my climax
surprises both of us. Spurt after spurt of cum coat your hand
and my suit. Both our eyes open wide, and a giggle signals your
elation. I am disappointed; I wanted to be in you soon, and I
feel the erection slowly fading despite your best efforts to jack
it back up.

“Well, now that I’ve had my fun, what about you?”
“Just keep on doing what you’re doing…rub the clit some more…that’s it…
now press in…yesssss…wiggle your fingers again…ummmmmmm…so good…”
“What about your nipples? Do they need some attention?”
“If you want.” A hand reaches up and uncovers one breast for
licking. I see the white cream of my climax on top, and you rub
it in. I nuzzle up to the underside of this miracle and breathe
hot air. Then my rough tongue laps across the bottom where the
chest meets. I move it around with my tongue, and it gives and
moves so sexily. I purse my lips and press them onto the pebbled
point, then suck it in slooooowly. Holding it with suction, I
strum the tip of my tongue and bounce the nipple. And it does
bounce, no matter how I move it, it always bounces back. My hand
is drenched with your juices. I pull my fingers and run my hand
from front to back slowly. Your calf and arm draw me closed to
you and hug me closer. The heat coming off you is amazing. I
roll my tongue in circles around the cone of your nipple, faster
and faster. My hand picks up the pace, too. I lift up to kiss
you on the lips, but you drag me back to the breast and center my
mouth on the still-wet nipple. I push it in with my tongue and
mash my face into the pillow of your breast. Your breath is
quite raspy, and moaning is all I hear from you. A back arch
from you, and thighs open wide and close again.

“Can you get hard and in me? I need your stiff cock inside.”
“Well I don’t know…how bad do you want it?”
“REAL bad…can you do it?”
“Why don’t you just lie back and I’ll bring you off this way?”
“It does feel gooooooood…mmmmmmmmm…O.K….but hurry. I’m almost there.”

No need to wait. I hurry my tired hand against your clit and
slide two long fingers deep inside. My teeth drag across your
breast and nibble the nipple. Pain is the farthest thing from
your mind. Your hand cradles my head and pulls me closer to lick
and suckle. With the broad of my tongue lapping and pulses of
wiggles jiggling your pussy, an orgasm wafts across you from sex
to head to feet and back again. I slide a very tired hand away
from your very wet mound and rub the moisture into your back.
Nature’s own suntan lotion. Sweat is all over your face and
chest as I hold you close to me. Shudders echo as we lie
together, chest to chest and hip to hip. What a feeling.

I look at my watch. Two hours have passed. No wonder I’m tired.

“Swim with me?”
“You better get your suit on.”
“Why? Let’s have some fun.” And with a jump, I see your bottomless form
running to the surf, now coming in better with the tide. What a body.
“Are you coming, or not?” Two hands reach up and remove the suit top, then
pause to hold two lovely breasts.

I cannot refuse. I sprint towards your swimming form in the surf.

—

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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

Archive-author: anonymous
Archive-title: Road Trip, The – Part 2

Our road trip lovers are in their beachside condo on the Gulf Coast,
enjoying the sun and sand. This story may not be altered or sold without
my permission.

White sand crunches and squeaks as we head for the beach. For not
liking the two-piece swimsuit, it fits you well. Such a nice
tan…you’ll stand out against the cream colored sand.

“Dunes, or beach?”
“We’ll try both. Hope you brought the Tropic oil. I don’t wanna burn.”
“Got it here.” And down to the beach we go.

Soft lapping surf covers and uncovers the tidal beach. Spreading
your towel shows off your cleavage quite well. Since we got here
Saturday (and all the antics in the van), we have seen maybe 5
people on the beach. A twinge in my crotch signals the arousal
you seem to bring out in me. O.K., call it lust.

“May I oil you up? I promise to be discreet.”
“Please do. And no need to be discreet. Rub it all over me,
especially the shoulders. You always did my shoulders so
good….”

I fill my palms with oil and apply it to all exposed skin I can
get to. It glistens as the sun hits it. The texture of soft,
warm, slippery skin is getting to me already. I fill my hands
with you, rubbing oil everywhere the suit isn’t. Now the
back…another sensuous part of you I don’t see much of. Then
across the rear to the thighs. They slide apart slowly as I rub
them up and down. Hmmm, your toes are curling. Does it feel
that good. A barely audible purr bubbles from your throat.

“Shall I stop?”
“No, no, please keep going. That feels sooooo good.”

You’re such a little plaything; finding pleasure in almost
anything. Down to the calves, and massaging the muscles with
fingertips, and caressing skin with the palms. There’s that
aroma again. Arousal. Is it me, or you? I glide back up to the
thighs, and they part at the knees, giving me access to the inner
thighs. I tease for a bit, stopping just short of the garden.
Then back outside. Both my hands go under the leg loops of the
suit and stroke your cheeks. They tense with the feeling. I
pull the suit down below your fanny and oil up both sides and
work it in. The smell of passion is getting stronger. I plant a
tongue kiss on each cheek, and they stiffen in response. My suit
is getting tight with my own arousal.

I straddle your rear with my hips, pressing my hardness into your
firm bottom. It flexes and gives me a little squeeze. I work
the muscles with both palms. Occasionally, I sneak a hand down
to caress the swells of your breasts, flowing out of the top.
Finally, and regretfully, you are covered with oil. I lean back
to admire your form: glistening skin, brown as fried chicken,
white cheeks under me, thighs open to invite me in.

“All done.”
“But what about the front?” said with doe eyes.
“If I do your front, your back will never tan. Besides, I could
spend an hour just on that glorious bosom of yours.”
“Well, when I roll over, please do me.”

No problem.

I sit up to watch the surf quietly roll in…not quite low tide.
The beach is very wide now. Sea gulls and terns squabble over
the piece of seaweed or crab. Not a person in sight. It’s so
quiet.

I look down at you sweating. Or is that oil? Probably both.
Some ten minutes have passed. I loosen the tie for the top of
your suit…no tan lines here. I lie back down and gently rub my
hand over your back and redistribute the lotion. Finally, an
unbroken line from neck to thighs. The touch of your warm skin
thrills me. I hope I never tire of touching you. I see a smile
sneak across your face.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just like the way it feels.” A pause, then…
“I was remembering that drive we took in that sports car you had.
I was so naughty…teasing you like that. It was nice sucking
you, except for the steering wheel. You were naughty,
too…asking for a kiss down there, then backing away…”
“You didn’t see the police car across the street.”
“No…I was busy…with other things.”

My hand tarries at your fanny and rolls the palm over both
cheeks. Then the joining of thigh and hip gets caressed. A
stray finger slides inbetween thighs now just far enough apart to
allow a swipe or two. I slide closer to you. There is some heat
coming off your body.

“You feel warm. Maybe you want to roll over?”
“What did you have in mind?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Monday, October 27th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Peeping – 2

I am a peeping tom.. and this is a true story
of what happened on June 25, 1990.

I have neighbors that are renting the house next door,
and the curtains don’t cover their bedroom window very
well. I went outside around 10:15 and the the
light came on around 10:30. I went and looked
in and saw Shannon (the girl) undressing. She is in her
mid 20’s, blonde, tall, long legs, and very pretty. She
has a great body, and tonight she had on
a white button up shirt and jean shorts. She took off
her shirt and she had on a white lace bra,
then took off her bra and her breasts
fell out, the nipples were kinda flat but she started
scratching the marks that were left by the bra and
then the nipples got erect. She cupped them, pulled
them up and then let them drop as she watched herself
in the mirror, and pinched the nipples while she
looked in the mirror.. Then she unbuttoned her jeans
and I could see some baby blue panties and she stepped
out of the shorts, layed them on her dresser, and then
bent over and slid her panties down her legs. This was
in full light, in her bedroom, and then she crawled on
her bed, got a book from her nightstand, and started
reading. She was completely naked, and her blonde
pussy hair stood up above her crotch and belly as she laid back
and read. She occassionally stroked her stomach and
scratched her pussy as she read the book. the book
didn’t appear to be erotic, she just kinda stroked
her nipples and felt her body as she read. Then her
husband (Michael) came in the room and started
undressing and his cock was semi- hard and he sat on
the side of the bed and bent over and kissed her.
He ran his hand over her stomach and then on down to
her pussy. He didn’t really stick his finger inside, he
just moved it back and forth in the slit. Then he slid
it back up her stomach and finished the kiss. He stood
up and then went into the bathroom and stepped into the
shower and she kept reading. After about 5 minutes
he stepped out of the shower and came into the room. He
was drying his hair, and was nude otherwise. His cock
was still semi-hard, and it’s not long, but very thick.
Anyway, he came in the room and reached down and grabbed
his cock and pointed it at her, and started crawling on
the bed on his knees. When he got to where her head was
she kissed the head of his cock. Then they talked a few
minutes and the he got off the bed and sat on the side
of the bed, and she got up and walked around to the end
of the bed, and got on her knees and she reached up with
one hand and grabbed the base of his cock and opened her
mouth and started stuffin it down her throat. I was
freaking out, and she started going up and down. His
cock is not long but since it is big around she had to
really open her mouth all the way. There she was,
kneeling on the floor, naked, and he was now laying back
on his elbows as she was giving him head like there was
no tomorrow. After he got VERY hard, she stood up and
turned around and reached between her legs and grabbed
his cock, and backed herself to where it was against
her cunt. I couldn’t see it go in, I was to one side,
but she kept lowering herself till she was sitting on
his lap, and then she used her legs to go up and down
on his cock. it must have been a bad position cause she
didn’t keep it up but for about a minute, and then she
stood up and his cock was shinny slick with her juices.
She said something to him, and he got up and she got
on her hands and knees on the bed with her tush at the
edge of the bed. I had a little better angle this time,
and I could see his hard cock as he started to mount
her “doggy style”. I really couldn’t see her pussy
lips, but I could see part of his cock each time he
pulled out. He had his hands on her tush and was
spreading her cheeks apart so he could see his cock
go deeper inside her hole from the back. He fingered
her crack and her asshole as he made slow in and out
strokes. She would lay her head on the bed at times
and then she would arch her back. Her tits would
bounce each time he hit bottom with his cock, and her
nipples were very hard. He kept riding her, and then
he started going faster, and he reached around her
and started fingering her clit, and then he started
slamming her harder, and I think she came, and then
he started long strokes and he threw his head back
and kept slowing down. Then after he stood there and
rested a minute, he pulled his cock out and it was
blood red and covered with cum.. drippin on
the floor and the bed, and I could see it run down
her leg as she laid there and didn’t care. He walked
to the bathroom and got a washcloth, and came back
and stood behind her and whipped her cunt and ass
from the back side, and then she reached down and
held the washcloth over her cunt and rolled over.
She laid there a few minutes, and they talked, and
then she got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned
up and then she put on a nightshirt and a clean pair
of panties and they went to bed… it was WILD…

More true stories of my hot neighbors can be found
only here on Rusty and Edies.
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Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Peeping – 1

I am a avid lawnworker, and late the other night I was outside and
had been eyeing my sexy neighbor, and I heard her car drive up,
so I stood in the yard between our houses in a dark spot and watched
to see if her window would soon light up, you see the house is rented
and the curtains don’t fit well, so I’ve got a good show if I time
it right…

Well the light came on, and I was right. It was Shannon (the girl)
and she came into the bedroom. There was about a 6 inch
gap in the curtain, so I had no problem seeing her. She had
several bags in her hands, and it appeared she had been shopping.
She threw all the bags on the bed and walked into the bathroom. I can
see it from the end of the window, so I went to the end of the window and
looked into her bathroom in just enough time to see her pulling her
pants and panties down to her knees as she sat on the toilet. She sat
there for a few minutes, she looked down at her pussy a couple of
times, and then got some paper and whipped. She stood up and pulled
her panties up but stepped out of her jeans. She walked back towards
me at the window, and leaned over the bed an grabbed one of the bags.
She had several bags of new clothes, and I figured out that she was
probably going to try them on again, now that she could take her time.
I was right.. she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off, and she was
wearing a white lace bra. She has pretty large breasts and the bra was
really full. She undid her bra and threw it on her dresser. Her breasts
drooped, but the nipple still pointed up. The dark part of the nipple
is large, about the size of a half dollar. There she stood, sholder
length blonde hair, thin, larg er than normal breasts that both had a
hard nipple, and nothing but sheer white panties. She pulled a
dress out of a bag and pulled it on.. buttoned it up, it was ok.. but
I was really wanting her to take it back off.. she hung each new piece
of clothing in the closet after she tried it on, and then she opened a
smaller bag and took out a new bra and some panties. She folded the bra
and put all but one of the pairs of panties in her drawers. She then
did exactly as I had hoped.. first of all she went and stood and looked
at her almost naked self in the mirror. She cupped her breasts so she
could admire their weight. She rolled her nipples inbetween her thumb
and index finger, her nipples became harder and stuck out farther,
almost the length of the last joint on your little finger. She then
slid her right hand down into her panties, and just kinda
stroke/scratched. After a few minutes she slid her panties down just
enuff to see her pussy and then she scratched and stroked some more.
She didn’t seem to be trying to “get off” she was just enjoying the
feeling, and I was enjoying the show. After a few minutes, she bent all
the way over and slid her panties all the way down her legs. Her breasts
looked so good hanging straight down as she stepped out of her panties.
Now she stood in front of me TOTALLY NUDE. I had a throbing problem in
my pants, so I slipped my hand down the front of my shorts and inside my
briefs, and I stroked the head as I continued to watch. She turned a
little away from me and bent over and put the new panties on, but as she
was bent over, I could see her pussy lips from the back, I could see her
tush, her small hole, and her pussy lips covered with the light brown
hair, I almost creamed, and I unzipped my pants and thought what the
heck, pulled my cock out where I could really rub it and I continued
watching her. She pulled her panties up and stood admiring herself,
again stroking her nipples and then reaching down she stroked her
pussy on top of her panties.. she stroked harder on top of the sheer
white fabric.. then she pulled the material to the side and I again
could see her curls. She used her other hand and gently started
strokin her crack… then she pulled her panties down just as before,
just below her pussy and stroked a little harder… she looked at the
mirror and then down at her crotch and then back at the mirror.. the
windows were shut but I think she was probably moaning slightly…
her mouth hung open and she was not thinking about anyone or
anything… she couldn’t ignore that sensitive spot between her legs.
I continued rubbing my cock, but I had even had to stop a few times,
I was afraid I would cum too early.. she walked backwards till she
could sit on the bed and then she scooted back on the bed and put her
feet up on the bed too.. her legs were spread and her knees were
wide spread, and her panties were halfway down her thighs.
She couldn’t see the mirror now so she just looked at her crotch
as she started stroking harder and harder.. faster and faster..
every once in a while she would get some juice from her hole and
spread it up.. and then she would concentrate on her clit again..
it appeared to be very sensitive.. and I was too.. I noticed her
breathing starting to be like she had run a long time, almost
panting, and I saw some sweat starting to form across her slick
stomach.. I knew she was about to cum.. and I didn’t want to be
too late, so I stroked harder and I felt my cum start.. it felt
great.. I was grunting and jerking my hand up and down.. and
shooting a big load of white cum on the side of her house and a
little got on the window.. she continued for a few more minutes and
then she slammed her knees together and pushed her thighs together
and I could hardly see her pussy but her fingers were still stroking
up and down and the best I could tell she had started cumming..
she thrust her hips into the air, and after about 10 thrusts.. she
slowly came down.. she laid there about 2 or 3 minutes..
resting.. then she pulled on a night shirt, pulled her panties back up..
washed her hands and went down the hall to the living room.. her husband
wasn’t home, and I could see the tv come on…
it was WILD…. she looked great enjoying herself.. I will let
you know if I see anything else.. only here on RUSTY and EDIE’s.

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Saturday, October 25th, 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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Friday, October 24th, 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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Saturday, October 18th, 2008

Archive-author: Peder Ast (c) 1993
Archive-title: Caught In The Spotlight

This story is Copyright (c) 1993 by Peder Ast. It is not in the
public domain, but may be freely distributed as long as it and this
header are unchanged.

The author hopes you will enjoy Eddie’s adventures. Remember
his motto, and enjoy:
ALWAYS get caught with your pants down!

The Adventures of Eddie the Exhibitionist
—————————————–

It was one of my first forays outside naked, and I was nervous
as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

I walked down the quiet suburban street stroking my nipples,
keeping my penis half hard, hoping someone would drive by and see me.
The thought made me a little more erect, so I reached down with one
hand to stroke it into full hardness. Soon my search was rewarded: a
pair of headlights rounded a corner, shining full on me. I let go of
my penis – so the driver (and, hopefully, the passengers!) could see
it better. Oh how I love it, watching their eyes widen in surprise
and dismay as I wiggle my penis at them. Using no hands, of course.

I used to flash only at windows or highway overpasses (I’ve heard
my semen splatter on more than one windshield in my time, let me tell
you), but recently that had started boring me – same old same old,
can you relate? One feverish night it occurred to me that I could
get into the car naked and drive into some quiet area, get out of the
car, and walk around the block. Someone was certain to call the
police, of course, but I figured that I could finish my tour and
drive away long before the cops arrived. In the last two times I had
actually passed the police as I drove out of the neighborhood. One
of those times I had masturbated a bit too long for an old lady
walking her dog. I think that the dog’s yapping did attract more
attention, but I was enjoying my performance so much that I lost
track of time. Boy, you should have seen her face when some of my
ejaculate landed on her dog – and the dog ate what didn’t!

The uncertainty and danger were part of what made my hobby an
exciting one. I never knew what was going to happen, except that I
was going to have one hell of a big orgasm while some stranger looked
on in shock. It’s good to have a hobby you really enjoy, don’t you
think?

Ever since I was seven years old I have enjoyed flashing. The
first time, I just got up one morning and decided to go outside
naked. I even waved at people across the street. Since then I have
done everything from leaving my pants unzipped in public (no
underwear, of course) to masturbating openly on the bus. The little
girls seem so grossed out ar the sight of a man having fun with his
penis! I guess that’s why they’ve always been among my favorite
types of audience. Of course, little boys are my absolute favorite.
My specialty is walking into a changing room at the beach, taking off
all my clothes, waltzing up to a sink naked, and jacking off into it
while five 10 year old boys try to not look like they are watching.
I usually succeed in catching the eye of one of them just as I
climax. Wonderful fun, truly memorable sex.

Anyway, you might say that roaming suburbia buck naked was a
return to my roots.

As the car approached, I started masturbating in earnest, but it
passed by too quickly, before I had a chance to climax. Damn. One
of my flashing rules: if what you want to do is ejaculate into the
sink or something, with no-one watching, stay at home. The thrill of
a routine orgasm at home alone is nothing compared with being
watched. So I went back to stroking my nipples to keep my penis hard.
It wagged and bobbed as I walked.

When I was halfway down the street where my car was parked, lights
appeared again. This time I started stroking right away, figuring
that my time was about up. As the car approached I started really
getting hot, grinding my hips and pulling on my scrotum with my free
hand. I like to put on an extremely raunchy show, with lots of
moaning and writhing and grimacing, shaking my bottom & waving my
genitals around. I really got into it this time, sticking my thumb
into my rectum and wiggling on it. I was in top form. When I was
about ready to pop my load and run for it when the car stopped. I
let go of my penis, heart pounding, erection raging purple, the
shadow cast by the headlights exzaggerating its size. I left my
thumb in, however.

Nothing happened. The car just sat there, its bright lights
shining full on me. I reached down and started to rub my penis
again, finding this bizzare and exciting situation moving me to the
point of no return, when my body takes over completely. As I neared
my climax semen started squirting out, thin at first, and then
thicker. Gasping and moaning in delight, I finally spilled over into
orgasm, and squirts turned into gobs, streams, of semen arching into
the air, brightly lit by the headlight beams.

Finally finished and still panting, I walked up to the drivers
side and looked in the window. Just as I did the naked driver
ejaculated, streamers of white goo spraying across his chest.

And that was how I met my flasher buddy Scott.

**********************************************************************

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Friday, October 17th, 2008

across her tender cheeks.
“OHHH-OHHH please!, that’s th-three”, she stammered, the
cane already starting to bring up the tears.
Again she heard the whoosh of the thin cane cutting the air
between her fathers arm and her upturned bum, WHAP!!!, then the
searing pain shot across her denuded bottom.
“AAHHHH, oh please”, she cried, “please it hurts daddy!”.
“I told you it was supposed to hurt my girl, and I also
told you to count each stroke, now you have two extra waiting
for you at the end.”
“No,no, please n-not that, I won’t forget again!”
“You knew what you were supposed to do Lisa, and
you were told what you would get if you didn’t.” George said
as he raised the cane again.
SWISSHHH CRACK!! once again finding it’s target.
“OOOOOO, th-th-that’s f-five daddy”,she cried.
“That’s more like it.” said George tapping the cane
on her bottom, taking aim at the lowest part, right at the
point where the thighs and buttocks meet.
WHOOSH CRACK!! the cane landed right on target causing
Lisa to immeadiatly put her hands back there to try and rub
her sore bottom.
“OWWWWwW”, she wailed, “th-that’s s-s-six!”.
George looked at the sobbing girl’s bare bottom, now
the two perfectly shaped globes were no longer pure white,
they had six angry red parallel lines across them.
Taking back the cane, George took aim and landed another
stinger across the broadest part of Lisa’s naked ass.
“OHHHHH, th-that’s s-seven! Please d-d-addy, I-I’m
sorry!”, she implored.
George however had no intentions of stopping until she
had recieved everything that he felt she had coming to her.
Even as these last words were escaping her lips he again
brought the cane down onto her quickly reddening backside.
CRACK!! “OHHHHHH!”, she yelled, this time taking a
few seconds to regain her composure enough to count the
eighth cut. By now she was crying continually, barely able
to control her sobbing enough to count the strokes.
SWISSHHH CRACK! WHAP! CRACK!! CRACK!! the cane landed
four more times. Each cut seeming to find a new place.
Lisa was crying uncontrollably by this time, her ass
now covered from top to bottom with red lines, the first
cuts had already started to puff and welt in places. It was
taking almost half a minute for her to count the last two
strokes she recieved, and she still had six more to go!
George decided to let her rest for a few minutes to
regain some of her composure for the next six. While he was
standing behind her waiting and looking at his handiwork
so far, he noticed between her spread legs that the lips of
her young sex were damp and swollen even as she cried.
This did not surprise him much, he remembered his sister
telling him about the feelings she got after being caned
by his father in much the same manner as Lisa was being
caned now. Not to mention his wife’s reactions after he
uses it on her.
“Now Lisa,” he said, “you have six of the best still
to come plus two for the one you didn’t count, you don’t have
to count these but I expect you to remain perfectly still,
do you understand?”.
“Oh please!”, she began to sob anew,”please no more, I
can’t take anymore, I’ll be good now, I promise!”.
“Yes you will when I’ve finished with your naughty
bottom, and you can take much more should the need arise,
now get yourself ready for the rest of your punishment”.
She doubted that she could take anymore, her bottom
already felt like it was being stung by a swarm of angry
bees. But she also knew that her father planned on doing
just as he said and he could not be dissuaded once he had
passed sentence. So, crying into the bedspread, she raised her
now very sore bare bottom back up for six of the best.
George was not a cruel man, he normally would have
stopped at the 12 already delivered, but this was a lesson
he wanted to make sure he got across, his daughter
is smart enough to know not to steal already, this time her
and her friend, Jennifer had gotten off easy though. Had the
manager not known Tom and himself he might have called the police,
and what a mess that would’ve been thought George. No, he had to
make sure that this would not happen again.
Stepping behind Lisa once more, he raised the cane high
and let it fall.
SWISSSHHH THWACK!! the welt rising almost immeadiately
this time, right across the lower part of her buttocks.
“AIIEEE!”, wailed Lisa,”oh please not so hard”.
THWACK!!! again the cane landed leaving a raised weal,
as would all of the next 4, plus the two penalty strokes.
“AHHHHHH, I-I’m sorry, I w-w-won’t d-d-do it ag-again,
oh pleeeease s-stop!” she wailed. But it would do no good, by
the time he had given her the fourth cut she could only mutter
unintelligible sounds between her sobs.
After delivering the six, George told her that she had
two more to go, these he delivered in rapid succession to her
crimson cheeks.
WHISSHHH THWACK!!! SWISSHHH CRACK!!!
Both cuts left welts rising anew on the surface of her
well marked bottom flesh, each stroke feeling like a white hot
branding iron being applied to her poor bottom.
A long wail was all that escaped Lisa’s quivering lips,
she was crying to hard for anything else to be understood.
As George was finishing the last two strokes he noticed
that her pink slit was now open to view between the now open and
puffy lips of her vagina, and dripping wet! He still wasn’t sure
why some women responded to the cane in this manner, but he
thought he might have to find an excuse to cane his wife tonight.
Then he could soothe her sore bottom and relieve the building
tension from the caning he had just administered, this was one
of their favorite forms of foreplay.
He looked at her asscheeks, quivering with her sobbing,
they were striped from top to bottom where thigh and ass come
together, both cheeks were covered with welts colored from pink
to angry red
George told Lisa that he hadn’t wanted to punish her so
severly, but had no choice since she was old enough to know
right from wrong, and that he would do it again should the need
arise.
Lisa, through her sobs, said she understood and that she
was sorry and it would not happen again.
He stayed and comforted her until she had her crying under
control, then told Lisa to stay in her room for an hour to contemplate
what had just taken place, and then left her alone.
Gingerly, after her father had left, Lisa rolled onto her
back, nightdress still around her shoulders. The sheet felt rough
on her naked bottom and it stung like mad. She lifted up and rubbed
her hand across her cheeks feeling the welts left there by the cane.
She noticed how her young pussy was starting to throb as the sharp
pain turned to a dull ache in her ass. Reaching down with her other
hand she began to masturbate herself until she reached orgasm. At
times she wondered if something were wrong with her the way she
got turned on after getting the cane, but she figured if that’s
what worked with her that she would have to find someone who
would do that to her once she started going out with boys, until
then she could still rest assured of at least one a month here
at home. With the sound of the cane still in her ears she rolled
over and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of a handsome man standing
behind her as she knelt down and raised her ass…. .

END OF PART 2

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Thursday, October 16th, 2008

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Archive-title: Shoplifters, The – 2

About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressing
stool, Lisa’s father George came into her room, she had been
waiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier.
She had recieved the same response to her story that Jennifer
had, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk
her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going to
remember not to steal again, much less on something as foolish
as a dare.
George was of English decent, and he was a firm believer
in the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of the
time the paddle kept in Lisa’s room was quite enough to keep
her in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually was
more than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but
the cane could do the same in two or three strokes.
As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence.
“My girl, after giving it some thought, I’ve decided that
you have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was
absolutely no excuse for what you did.”
Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her father
continued, “Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and
put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up”.
She didn’t even bother to protest, she knew by now that it
would do no good and only make her dad more angry if that was
possible.
Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed and
put on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers
arrival.
As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her
stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she always
got before being given the cane. She remembered the last time
she was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into a
fireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position.
That was something she had noticed after the last
caning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, the
position she was made to recieve her caning in caused her to
display everything to her father and even though it hurt worse
than any spanking she’d ever gotten, it made her feel a little
randy too even through the pain.
About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard open
and close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up,
and he was definitely bringing the cane!
She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from past
experience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was really
in for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tingling
sensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the firey sting
of bamboo across her naked bum.
George walked in cane in hand, “Well young miss, we both
know why I’m here, so let’s get on with it shall we?”
“Y-Yes sir” she muttered.
“Now, since this was a serious offence, and you could have
ended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off
lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I’m going to
give you a proper hiding young lady, you will recieve 18 cuts
across your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and you
will recieve 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?”.
18 strokes! “My bottom will never take it”, she thought.
“Please daddy, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry”, she pleaded.
“Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next time
it’s going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning.
Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyes
as she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment.
She knew the position well by now. First, two pilows are
placed on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, then
she is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to
grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up
and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowly
she grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms.
Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her fahter slid the pillows
beneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the
past.
Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the
flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom,
and pushed it right up to her shoulders.
Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the
elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulled
them right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view.
“Right, now young miss, you know why you are getting
this caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?”
“Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard”.
“Nonsense, if it isn’t hard you won’t remember your lesson,
and I promise you my girl you’ll not forget this one soon”.
Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across
the center of his young daughter’s shapley bottom, leaving a
bright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one.
Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not going
to take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lesson
would be learned.
SWISSSHHH CRACK!! The pain seared across her unprotected
bottom like fire.
“OHHHH, that’s one!” Lisa gasped.
Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall.
HISSSSSS CRACK!
“OWWWWW, two!”, she yelped.
SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracy
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

to recieve a hard spanking that would surely make her cry
long before it was over. And she was right.
He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, it
landed in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe.
“YEOWWW!”, hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but
it was no use, her father had her firmly in place,”one”,she
called out. CRACK! the belt landed again, “OHHHH, that’s two”
WHAP!, “OHHHH, th-th-three she cried”, her bottom already felt
like it was on fire.
“Please daddy..I’m sorry!”
CRACK! “OWWWW, th-that’s f-f-four, oh please it hurts”.
“It’s supposed to hurt”, was the reply.
WHAP! “OOOOO, five”, Jennifer was starting to cry by now.
SNAP!, the belt landed again, “That’s six”, she sobbed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed on
her unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer’s crying and
counting the strokes.
Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed
with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,”This
will teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you
young lady”, he said raising his arm for another stroke.
SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her
cheeks, just above the thighs,”OWWWWW, th-th-that’s ten”, she was bawling steadily now, “please no m-more, I’ll be good”, but it was
no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbing
like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward.
Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her
to stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about
three minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him.
Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushed
behind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom.”Now
young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the
stool here with your head on your hands and your bottom
raised and your legs apart”.
Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,
everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt
worse because he had more room to swing the belt, and in
that position she wasn’t able to clench her cheeks to ease
awful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected bare
baootm.
By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and
crying under control, but it started anew at these instru-
tions . Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on
her dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and
closing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations
of her fathers belt.
Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt
out of the way exposing Jennifer’s now angry red bare
bottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back where
it slid on up to her shoulders. “Don’t you move out of
this position young lady, if you do you will receive
two extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?”.
“Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy”, she sobbed into her hands.
Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once
reminded of how much she was starting to look like her
mother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for
the same thing her daughter was now getting, only more
severe for over-spending this month again, but that’s another
story.
As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared
damp too,”hmmm”, he thought,”she responds like her mom to the strap
too.” Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he
moved behind Jennifer.
Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely
off her gaurd.
SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub
her bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the
sting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass.
“Put your hands back where they belong” snapped Tom,
“now you have two extra for moving.” She put her hands back
under her head, tears welling up anew. “Pl-p-please no”, she
whimpered, but it was to no avail.
CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, “OHHHH
it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop”, she was already sobbing
like a little girl but to no avail.
WHISHHH SNAP! “OWWWWWW!!” she howled, “twenty-t-two”,
she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!!
“AHHHHH”, her head snapped back, “t-t-twenty th-th-th-three”
she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming in
steady streams now. “Please D-D-Daddy, I’ve had enough, I-I
d-don’t need anym-m-more”, she pleaded.
“I’ll be the judge of that young lady”, he said.
“Only two more to go, now stay in position and you
won’t have to get any extra”, said her father. Tom looked
at the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at
him, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought
of her stealing came back and he decided that the full measure
was due.
HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it’s target again,
Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,
yelped,”that’s twenty f-f-four” she cried, then realizing
what she had just done she got back into position, but it
was too late.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to move?” “Now you have
two more coming before the last one!”
“NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in’t m-mean to” she sobbed. “I
won’t move anymore”.
“You know what you were told, and that’s what you’re
going to get young lady.” WHISSHHH SNAP!! “OHHHHHH PLEASE!”
she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! “I-I-I’M SORRY”.By now it was
hard to hear her through her sobbing.
“Now”, said Tom, “here comes the last one.” WHISSSHHH
CRACKKK!!!! “OOOOOOOOH” cried Jennifer, “twenty-five!”
Tom looked at his prostate daughter’s now red wealed
and firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to
a light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He
didn’t particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was
not going to be the parent of a thief either. He told her
that he didn’t like to punish her, but that until she could
straighten up that this was what she could expect in the future
if it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the room
with belt in hand to go take care of his wife’s unruly back-
side.
Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes sobbing
and crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, still
crying, and went over to her mirror,”Oh”, she sobbed, “look at
my poor bottom, I won’t be able to wear my shorts for weeks”, she
continued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father’s
belt. “Ohhh,it’s so hot”, she said to herself, and she noticed that
she was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almost
always did after the edge had worn off the pain from a good
hard spanking.
She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely
haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that
she hoped she could find someone to take her dad’s place
someday when she got married to keep her in line the same
way he did.

END OF PART 1
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Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

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Archive-title: Shoplifters, The – 1

Fourteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of her
bed, that all too familiar feeling rising in the pit of
her stomach.
“Why?” she thought to herself, “Why did I ever take
that dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the store
without paying fot it? Drat that Jennifer, now I’m going
to get the spanking of my life because of her!”.
Lisa need not have worried though, because just three
blocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaiting
was just at that moment beginning to be played out.

Jennifer was sitting in her room, dressed as she was
always made to before her father came in to administer a
spanking. She could already feel the butterflies building
in her stomach that always accompanied the waiting.
Her dad had hardly said a word during dinner, she knew
he was VERY upset at her this time. So, it came as no real
surprise to Jennifer when, after dinner, he told her to go
upstairs to her room and get ready to recieve a sound spanking.
That meant to get undressed and put on just the short cotton
nightshirt kept just for this purpose, and her panties, and
wait until her father came up.
After half an hour or so Tom, Jennifer’s dad, came up
the stairs and into her room
“Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself
before we start?”. “Do you know how embarrassing it was to
get that call from the store manager, that my daughter, who
was taught better, was caught stealing with a friend of hers?”.
“B-B-But Dad, I’m sorry, I-I won’t ever do that again,
please don’t sp-spank me, I’m too old for that now”, stammered
Jennifer, tears already starting to well up in her eyes since she
knew what was coming no matter how much she pleaded.
You’re also too old to be stealing from other people
Jennifer”, said Tom. “You should have known better than to
do that, think of how embarrassing it would be if this got
out, that Tom Martin’s daughter is a shop lifter? I’m just
glad the manager was nice enough to call me instead of the
police. Tomorrow you are going back to the store and
apologize for stealing from him, and you’re going to pay him
for the things you tried to steal out of your allowance, do
you under-stand?”.
Jennifer nodded, “Yes sir”.
“Now young lady, I’m going to give you a licking you’re
not going to soon forget”.
She watched mesmerized as her father started to unbuckle
his belt and remove it from his trousers.
Tom pulled out the bench by the dresser as he finished
removing his belt and sat down. “Now young lady, take your
panties right off, and come here”.
“Oh please daddy, don’t make me take my panties off”, she
pleaded. It had been almost 2 years since her last bare-bottom
spanking and she didn’t want her dad to see her now maturing
young body, “let me keep my panties on, it hurts bad enough
like that”.
Tom wasn’t having any of that though. “Listen my girl,
you get them off now, or I’ll do it myself and that will add
10 strokes to your punishment, now don’t argue with me anymore!”.
The thought of her dad pulling down her panties plus the
idea of 10 extra strokes in the mood he was in helped her make
her decision. Trembling, she did as she was told.
Oh how she hated for him to see her private parts which only
now were just starting to be lightly covered with hair, it was so humilliating.
Slowly she walked over to Tom, who took her by the arm
and pulled her right across his lap. Taking her hands
with his left hand he put them in the middle of her back, and
taking his right leg, placed it over her legs to keep her
from kicking and falling off his lap, he wanted to make sure
she got everything she deserved. Also this centered her bare,
defensless bottom directly over his lap, pointing up perfectly
for the severe strapping he intended to administer to his
naughty daughter’s bare backside.
Tom looked down on the sight in front of him, the
rounded bottom, quivering in anticipation of what was about
to come, the pubic hairs just starting to show from between
her white upturned bottom cheeks, soon to be striped and wealed
by the belt he was holding, and thought that she was indeed getting
too old to be acting as she had been. She was already sobbing
softly at what was to come, but Tom was determined that
this lesson would not need to be repeated and that she would
be crying like a 5 year old when he was finnished with her.
And to this he held true.
“You will receive 25 strokes”, he said breaking the
silence, “and you will count each one out loud, do you understand
Jennifer?”.
“Y-Y-Yessir”, she said. “Please not t-t-too hard”she
begged,”I won’t do it again, I promise!”, she pleaded. But
her pleas fell on deaf ears.
“I know you won’t do it again, not after I finnish with
you, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place girl”,
said Tom.
The butterflies took flight in Jennifer’s belly again
and her bottom was starting to tingle at the thought of the
whipping that was about to begin, she knew that this time
there were going to be no half measures, that she was about
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Monday, October 13th, 2008

she felt very turned-on. Sandra did not wait long before pushing
her face to Sally’s crotch. Then her tongue extended to brush
against the material of the panties. She began to lick steadily.
The panties started to pick up moisture from Sandra’s tongue.
Sally felt Sandra’s tongue working away and her pussy began to
dampen. It felt so good – the feel of the tongue through the light
cloth. And every couple of strokes, Sandra’s tongue would pass
above Sally’s clitoris and arouse her even more. It felt so good.
Sally allowed her hands to drop her skirt which then fell to
partially cover Sandra’s head . Sally then reached down to feel
Sandra’s thick golden-blonde hair – she loved running her hands
through it and holding it. Sandra was enjoying her task
considerable and was herself becoming aroused. The panties in
front of her were by now very wet and she could taste something
other than her own saliva when her aimed her licks lower – Sally’s
love juices were gradually adding their presence to the wetness
already there.

By this time Sally was in ecstasy – each lick of Sandra added to
her pleasure as Sandra now concentrated almost exclusively on her
clitoris. Sally stifled her desire to cry out in pleasure as she
let herself be carried away by the sensations – the panties
prevented the pressure on her clitoris becoming too intense and
the wetness of the material added to the eroticism. Sally realised
that she would soon reach her orgasm and wanting it badly, did
nothing to attempt to delay the inevitable. Sandra’s tongue was
ensuring that the climax would soon be reached, and as it finally
arrived, Sally tightened her grip on Sandra’s hair and thrust her
crotch at Sandra’s face.

– I’m coming…ahhhhhhh…

Sandra heard Sally’s moan and carried on with her licking making
sure to keep her tongue as near as possible to Sally’s clitoris
despite Sally’s involuntary thrusts of her pelvis as the waves of
pleasure swept over her. Sally lost herself in pleasure, her eyes
closed. As each wave rolled over her body, she enjoyed that
ultimate pleasure to which she knew no equal.

At last the waves died down and Sandra, attuned to what was
happening, allowed her licking to slow down and placed less
pressure at each stroke of her tongue. At last the orgasm was
over and as Sally opened her eyes, Sandra eased her licking until
she stopped completely. Sally once more held up her skirt to look
down to she the grinning and wet face of Sandra looking up at her.

– That was wonderful. Sally answered Sandra’s unspoken query.

In reply Sandra leaned forward once more to plant a single kiss
directly on Sally’s sodden panties.

– Yes, you seem to have wet your panties. Sandra mischievously
teased the older girl.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Sally – she was now aware of a
certain pressure which was making its presence known. At once she
knew how to deal with it.

– Well, perhaps they are not wet enough. Sally grinned at Sandra.
What do you think?

Sandra was slightly bemused by this question. Sally observed this.

– Watch. Sally’s eyes indicated that Sandra should look at Sally’s
panties. Sandra did so. There seemed to be nothing to see – just
the wet blue panties which clung to Sally’s pussy. If at all
possible they seemed to be even wetter than when Sandra had
finished licking.

– Have a taste. Sally ordered.

Sandra complied and once again moved her head nearer to allow her
tongue to lick at the most sodden part of Sally’s panties. At
once she knew that something was different – there was a somewhat
strange taste and the liquid was.warm! Sandra leant back and
looked up in amazement.

– You’re wetting yourself! Sandra exclaimed.

– Of course. Sally laughed at the shock on the face of Sandra.

Sandra looked back towards Sally’s panties and watched at the
wetness gradually increased until it could no longer be held by
the thin material and a small stream emerged from the lowest point
to dribble down onto Sandra’s bare knees which were left uncovered
by Sandra’s skirt. Sandra watched as the drops of the warm liquid
dropped onto her legs. Then the small stream dried until just a
couple of individual droplets joined the rest. Sandra looked up
once more to see Sally grinning broadly at her.

– What do you think? Sally asked, although she could see the
fascination quite plainly on Sandra’s face.

Sandra did not know what to say. In her confusion and with her
heart pounding inside her she leaned forward to allow her tongue
to taste Sally’s panties. The piss had totally saturated the
crotch of the panties and Sandra tasted its presence as she licked
a couple of times at the wet material. The slightly tangy taste
was not too bad she decided as she withdrew her tongue. She felt
very turned on indeed. Dimly she was aware of her own pussy – wet
from her love-juice. But now she concentrated on Sally’s piss
soaked panties. Sally watched as Sandra savoured the taste and
smiled in pleasure as she saw that Sandra intended to take another
taste. This time however instead of using her tongue to explore,
Sandra pressed her lips directly against Sally’s crotch and forced
some of the wet material just inside them. Then she sucked,
drawing the wetness straight into her mouth. By now she was almost
used to the flavour and actively enjoyed it. As that one small
patch lost its moisture, Sandra moved slightly lower seeking a
patch that still retained its full wetness. She then repeated her
sucking.

Sally overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of Sandra’s actions in
sucking the piss from her panties. It was unbelievably erotic!
Before she had carefully released only a small amount of piss.
Now, while Sandra’s face was pressed against her pudenda, Sally
relaxed her muscles to allow her piss to flow, not as a controlled
release, but as a strong and steady stream which immediately
filled her panties and burst against Sandra. Sandra suddenly
realised that Sally was pissing at that very moment – without a
moment’s thought she opened her mouth and pressed it open against
the panty material from which it was now pouring – again she
sucked. This time, however, instead of needed to draw pull the
liquid from the panty material, piss filled her mouth
automatically. When her mouth was full of the hot liquid Sandra
had to close her mouth and swallow the mouthful that she still
held. The rest of Sally’s piss continued to emerge, flowing over
Sandra’s face, around her chin and down the sides of her neck, then finding its way in streams under the collar of her shirt to
be soaked up by the cotton material. Another small flow escaped by
a different route and Sally felt it running down the inside of her
right leg.

As soon as Sandra had managed to swallow her first mouthful, she
opened her mouth to receive another. By now Sally had almost
finished and her rate of pissing was slowing down. Sandra realised
this and pressed harder against Sally, trying to collect as much
as she could. At last Sally finished pissing. Sandra then closed
her mouth and pulled her head to look up at Sally. Sally looked
down at Sandra and when she saw the wet condition of Sandra’s face
and the wet patches on the front her shirt, one of which covered a
breast on which the outline of a small hard nipple could be seen,
she was unable to resist moving one of her hands down to her wet
crotch in order to cup it – she was very, very excited. She
squeezed and felt the wetness there and began to masturbate,
rubbing her hand over her pussy and against her clitoris.

As she did this her eyes locked with Sandra’s. When Sandra saw
Sally watching, she opened her mouth with deliberate slowness to
reveal that there was still a pool of piss within. When Sally saw
this, her hand moved even faster as she rubbed herself, desperate
to come to orgasm for the second time. It was not long to wait in
her current state, especially when she saw Sandra close her mouth
to reveal a teasing smile. A few seconds later after a small
movement of Sandra’s throat, she reopened her mouth – this time it
was empty. Sally’s hand was moving frantically and now her climax
arrived. She carried on without slowing down as her whole body
shook in waves of pleasure, her eyes never leaving Sandra’s face
until it was finally over. In the meantime Sandra watched as her
companion again achieved orgasm, this time through her own
efforts. As she watched she was unable to resist putting one of
her own hands up her skirt to rub herself. Sally saw this as she
recovered and grinned.

Sandra then deliberately pulled back her blue skirt to reveal that
she was wearing no panties. Sally’s eyes fixed themselves on her
Sandra’s beautiful little pussy surmounted by a small, sparse
patch of blonde pussy hair. Sandra’s hand returned to its work –
she was now using a couple of fingers to rub in a circular motion
against her clitoris. Knowing that Sally was watching made her
want to demonstrate that she too could reach orgasm quickly and
efficiently on her own. She was also very, very randy. Her fingers
continued their motions rubbing just around her pleasure spot,
sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was not long before
these sensations turned into a climax of pure delight – she was
coming. Her fingers speeded up slightly and Sally watched intently
as Sandra suddenly stiffened giving a visible sign of what was
happening inside her. Her orgasm lasted a few seconds and as it
died away, Sandra slowed her fingers until they came to a
standstill and then looked directly at Sally with a satisfied grin
on her cheeky face.

Sally laughed and knelt down next to Sandra on the floor. She
leant forward to kiss her wet niece and their sets of lips came
together. Sally tasted her own piss on Sandra’s face and then
probed into Sandra’s mouth with her tongue. Her tongue encountered
Sandra’s and the two young girls looked into each other’s eyes as
their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

–

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Sunday, October 12th, 2008

Archive-author: Petronius
Archive-title: Sally’s Homecoming

(f/f, teen, ws)

‘Petronius’

Characters:

Sally 16 Hair: Red
Sandra 13 Hair: Golden-blonde. Sandra is Sally’s niece.

Sally’s Homecoming

Sally arrived home from her trip feeling tired, but more
importantly, randy – it had been a few days since she had engaged
in any form of sexual activity – she had been tempted to pop into
the loo on the train in order to play with herself but had finally
decided against it as it would not be long before she arrived
home. She was wearing a black skirt which reached to just above
her knees and on top she wore a white blouse covered by a light
fawn coloured jumper. This latter was somewhat tight and outlined
her breasts in such a way to make their size obvious, forming as
they did, constrained by her bra, two luscious looking mounds. The
sun shone on Sally’s thick red hair as she rang the door-bell.
Her key was buried somewhere in her bag and in any case she
wanted to see who, if anyone, was at home.

The door was soon answered and it opened to reveal Sandra standing
there. She was dressed in a white shirt and a short blue skirt.
Her beautiful long golden-blonde hair was tied with a blue ribbon
and hung below her shoulders. Sally smiled at her. As always, the
sight of her young niece cheered her up. Sandra returned the
smile, being glad to see Sally.

– Hello. Are you alone. Sally asked as Sandra made room for her to
pass into the house.

– Yes. Everyone else is out. Sandra answered.

As they moved into the kitchen, Sally related the rather
uninteresting events of her journey to Sandra, who wasted no time
in finding and pouring a soft drink for Sally and herself. As her
eyes adjusted to the comparative darkness inside the house, Sally
regarded Sandra’s body as it moved around the kitchen, preparing
the drink. Her eyes seemed to fix automatically on Sandra’s chest
and she quietly admired her young, growing breasts. Sally noted
approvingly that Sandra was not wearing a bra – not of course that
she had any need of one. Her small breasts were perfectly firm. By
now the drinks were ready and Sally drank hers, enjoying the cold
refreshment.

Then once again she resumed her account and as she spoke, she
again could not help looking at Sandra who stood there – this
time it was not just her breasts which were the object of Sally’s
lustful attentions – but also the way her slim hips curved to form
her waist. Sandra saw the movement of Sally’s eyes over her body
and smiled to herself.

Sally finished her drink and then placed the glass down on the
table. Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in
a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence –
mainly through having spent the best part of an hour practising
the movement in front of her bedroom mirror one recent afternoon.
Sally naturally was unable to resist and, as Sandra had intended,
stared at the display. Sandra’s breasts were small, but they were
well shaped being very much the size and shape of small apples.
They were perfect for her slim body.

As Sandra eased from her stretch, her eyes caught those of Sally
as they looked up. Both girls smiled simultaneously – it was
obvious that they were thinking along the same lines. It was just
a matter of who would be the first to break the somewhat thin ice.

For a moment there was silence in the room.

– I feel so horny! Sally exclaimed, breaking the silence, looking
at Sandra straight in the eye.

– That’s strange. So do I. Sandra blushed at her boldness.

Sally leant against the edge of the table with her feet about two
feet apart. Then smiling at Sandra, she pulled up her skirt to
reveal a pair of light blue panties covering her pussy.

– Would you like to lick me? Sally asked. As she spoke she moved
her right hand to touch her slit, hidden as it was by the panties,
and then drew it up and down slowly, running the tips of her
fingers caressingly across her panties in an unmistakeable
invitation.

Sandra looked at Sally and nodded her assent. Then she moved
forwards to kneel between Sally’s legs. Sandra looked placed her
hands on the backs of Sally’s legs and then looked up. Sally
looked down to see the pretty face of her niece – all of a sudden
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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