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

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

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

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

“Should I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

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

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

“..and drink!” finished Linda.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are these shoes waterproof?” Linda demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday, April 20th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right now, if you’re game!”

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

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

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-What?”

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-What?”

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

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

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

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

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Thursday, April 16th, 2009

he had an constant erection whenever we were togetherThis could
only mean one thing! He liked girls.. He seemed to have the same
chemical reaction to me as I did to himYes, his vagina would
moisten and his nipples would press against his bra.. This
discovery was the impetuskeep these words coming. You know,
impetus can be cured. Roll some stamps around his penis before you
go to bed, stamp AIR MAIL on his forehead and then… which led me
to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN9 From Outer
Space. by Edward Woodie.
A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of
heavysaltpeter sexual DYNAMOtension, followed. As inconvenient
as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both
married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully
cognizantaware, to you and me of my own marital statusno fool I!
Although I forget sometimes and have to look at the ring to remind
me. I’m so silly. and since he was not a kidnapper. Although he
*does* know just a few too many details about the Lindbergh baby,
and whenever he talks about it, he says “we”. But I’m so
silly…, the probabilitiesof drawing a seven when doubling hard
fourteen against a dealer’s six drop dramatically if you scream,
“Hit me, Lotus-Blossom!” and pound your fist on the table were
that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it
presented wordproblemsespecially those annoying ‘related rates”
thingees. I mean, who *cares* how fast the pool fills?! How will
*this* come in handy at the supermarket?. I never claimed to be
a romanticpoet, but the idea of aGrecian Urn seedy motel room
didn’t much appeal to the car thief inme.
His office therefore became the most likely locationNo
doubt.. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large
desk and the locked doorWell, *and* the bondage table, the sling,
the hydraulic winch, the cross…. The walls were toiletpaper
thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequentlyIN *BED*, after
contemplationof course it helps that my mantra is “fuckme”, I
decided I had better begin my homeworkthank God all the odd
answers were in the back.
While Herman beamed awayzip-a-dee-do-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, my
oh my–, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the
better part of valor?key wordsay the key word and you win fifty
dollars. Herman was very protective of his little applesas he
called his marble-sized testicles. The actual deprogramming was
done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friendSteve Jobs.
(When it comes to programming, I am very patient.Yes, I believe
most programmers share this quality. In fact, I relish nothing
more than the thought of compiling and linking five megs of Clipper
code on an 8080) Finally, after weeks of debuggingde-lousing,
call it what you will, I was able to write and load a niftynifty!
Hee. Aren’t I just…such a girl! little program that would
render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I
neededFabulous idea. Your co-workers will love you for it,
especially if they’re in mid-compile, or haven’t saved anything.
After what had seemed eonsthousands of years, the day of
execution arrivedI only regret that I have but one life to give
for my country. *HIS*!. This was not exactly the type of program
you could masterBeta test so I just VHS’ed it crossed mylegs,
snapping a co-worker’s neck fingers and hoped I could prove
mylove to myfather death be notproud.
Although we were definitely running on the same trackthe
slow one, I didn’t want Alex to suffer cardiac arrestso I slipped
the nitro pill under his tongue. In preparation for what was to
comeThe CULTURAL REVOLUTION!, I strolled into his office humming
the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of MusicOH THE
HUMANITY! Hey, remember Julie Andrew’s hooter’s in “S.O.B”? I do.
They weren’t big or pendulous but they *were* floppy.. When I
began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his
faceand he looked like an idiot child, who loves nothing so much
as wood. (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an
Indian movie, you’re right, but stay tuned.Oh I will, I WILL.
Mississippi Masala?)

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

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

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

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

After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t
much resistance (none, maybe?ya think?) when I knelt down in
front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed
centurieshundreds of years, I immediately began to savor the
table ofcontents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his
penis, in a voice!! tempered with both extesyouch! and panic, he
murmured,
“Jesus, ClarissaHarlowe!, we can’t do this here.But
Lovelace…”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both
of us heard a shakennot stirred Herman pounding his pudfists on
a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began
laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence
himYes, I shot him.. Retaking appendage in moutheek I began to
suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a braHoo-er!. In fact,
since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all
underwearI dress like this at all joint sessions of congress,
state dinners, and public executions. Taking this as his cueI
broke, sank the eight ball, and blew that popsicle stand, with a
quick switch of positions we found ourselvesfacing away from each
other, preparing to duel on his large Steelcase desk. He began by
running his tongue along the curve of my small but well
malformed breast, and down my amplebelly. Bearing right at 68
degreesmy navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my
short and curliesOh how precious! I want to bite and kiss you..
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clitAxl
Rose. He had one hand twiddling!! I don’t know you silly boy,
I’ve never twiddled my clit between tongue lapses, while his
tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and outdart-like,
tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very
sensitive area between cunt and anusI like to call it North
Jersey, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle toothbrush but
that is the stuff of urban legends. Ooh, it was a Reach. The
Bigchill that shot up my spine caused me to gaspand retch,
sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue
finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shakingthe Earth
was quaking my mind was aching, and we were making it. them mean
old eyes…knocking me out with those American trout.!
I could have continued with this game for a long, long time,
but as if out of no where a condom appearedoh thank you thank you
my fairy condom godmother!. My heart, already pounding double
time, started doing little flipswreaking havoc with my artificial
mitral valve. My clitty, so recently being ministered to by
tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
comingAfter three pounds she popped.. I took the packet from him
and ripped it opennearly destroying the condom in the process..
Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I
gently grasped his member [I just HAD to]we understand in one
hand and unrolled the sheath with my otherif it hurt as I
unravelled the skin from his penis he never let on. And they say
chivalry is dead. Piffle, I say.. I realized that the wrapper was
still in my hand20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder
ring. As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on
my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot
pussyat first this was disconcerting since Alex was standing right
in front of me…. I knew what was comingsoon…we’d PADIDDLE!,
and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious
(but not hardened) target??!! I thought you were sitting on the
edge of the desk??!! So *what* target? *MY SPINE*!!. Help wasn’t
needed however, and before my hand found its target, his
smartmissile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he
started his long, long journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up
with…SEMPRINI??!. Then his hand came around me and started to
caress my clitman in the rowboat. ick.. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzysub-par Hitchcock,
but not without its good points, like when the camera backs away
from the woman’s apartment and down the stairs . With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over againcool
beans.. As if upon mutual pre-nuptialagreement, a soft languid
cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had
been listeningit sounded something like, “*BARANGUS!*”.
Serendipitiouslyluckily, a loud waila great white one from
HermanMelville was produced on the opposite side of the wallhow
fortuitous!.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn’t very interestingI believe you.
Honest.

RICHH

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

Humour complab txt

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Computer Lab

At the time I thought he didn’t notice meWishful
thinking?. Later I found that just the opposite was truein his
basement, he had made a kind of voodoo shrine to me, and my picture
was on his coathangers, plus, he wanted his TWO DOLLARS!. I had
been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was
about him that made my hormones go wildYes, they would all line up
and kick like the Rockettes.. When seated next to him I got so wet
that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chairlater I
realized that it was just my cigar-smoke that had triggered the
sprinkler above my desk…. I had read about pheromone in
relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to
the same influencesCause I’m just a silly leetle girl. I could
*never* make a connection like *tha-at* Hee. Wanna see my
underwear?.
Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity
was another storyDoes this mean what I think it means…?. The
English department where I taughtEnglish as a second language did
not think a lowly adjunctgood word! needed a computer. In fact,
they didn’t even think I merited a deskor, hee hee, A POT TO PEE
IN! Silly ole me.. In reality, I didn’t need a computer as
programming was just a hobby for meYes, I think most English profs
would agree. “Computers…BAH!. I just liked the idea of making
a machine my slaveI, of course, prefer to make a slave my machine,
but hey, different strokes…
Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective
IBM clonesnothing gets me going like erotica chock-full of
computer references. If she later mentions IMSAI, and misspells
it, I will surely die. Altair? S-100 bus? Oh the humanity! on
an almost daily basis. With a little detective workI *asked* him.
Call me Samantha Spayed! I found out that his name was Alex and he
was an water poloinstructor in the computer science department.
Even if he had been a sexual zilchzero, I still would have
probably noticed him as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a
faculty lab filled with Macsand the only two who wore leather
bullet-bras *over* our halter tops. God! how I hated those
machinesWhat’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like
comp.sys.Amiga.Advocacy?. My prejudiceGod, how I *hate*
serendipidists!, like mostof my other unattractive features was
inherited, in my caseof the clap from my father. He has been
working with computers for the last 30 yearsin fact, he *invented*
the transistor! Shocking.. As a memento, he gave me his original
IMSA 8080Oh God, she did it! still in working order. I had been
brought up to think that computers should not be `cute’nor should
Sally Fields, but she’s a *button*!.
HermanGoering, the director of the lab, must have picked up
on my vibesbecause it wasn’t a cordless one, but one of those big
white mongo plug-in deals with the end that looks like a disc
brake. And boy, was it loud. as he would barely give me the time
of dayDoes anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody
really care. Lemme see, it’s six to four. That is, until I
hatched MY PLANI would corner the world silver market and then
found the USFL!.
One day, finally overcoming my shynessshyness is nice, but
shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you
want to, I glanced over at AlexTREBECK! Together, we would RULE
THE WORLD!!. Actually, I looked at his hallmonitorarmband,
notable for the penciled-in swastika and realized that he was
trying to piratea ship! But if you’re not the Dread Pirate
Roberts, then who is? an applicationfor employment at Denny’s,
which is silly, because if you just ask, they are required by law
to give you one..
“If HermanMelville catches you, he will hang you by
yourbarnacles and huge, gaping blowhole thumbnails and tattoo Mac
icons on strange parts of your body.Honey, there ain’t a part of
me that’s *not* strange. I’m from Canada.”
AlexWinter laughed and said”There’s madness afoot at the
Circle-K this eve”, “Oh, Herman and I are good buddiesWhat is…a
euphemism for ‘lifemates’?. I teach Pascal usingChisembop and
‘Hooked on Phonics’ the Mac and I frequently have to ask him
questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his
good sidehis *BACK*!!.”
After the ice was broken, we began to skatetalk every day.
On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICEHe
was…POPE!. Since he was an instructor, the university deemedI
love when a word like this crops up. Remember ‘adjunct’?
‘Merited’?? And now *this*. to give him an office. It was a
hastyretreat sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very
large Steelcase deskum, excuse me. It was a “hasty” office?
Well…you’re the wordsmith.. On the downsideof five o’clock here
at WOGL, and I’m gonna be sending you home with a little Bay City
Rollers Action: S–A–T-U-R–D-A-Y. NIGHT!?, it was located off
the very room in which I satthe *very*!. Despite these
limitations, it had a door with a lockof angel-hair pasta Scotch-
taped to it, the meaning of which eludes me even now. This was not
the point when I began to formulate MY 5 YEARPLAN, but I am sure
that it was an inspirationI sniffed again. My mistake. Per….
MY 5 YEARPLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on
the elevator togetherFirst, I would arrest all the artists and
philosophers. Then I would make everyone wear gray and cut their
hair like Moe Howard. Then…. It was the typical cattle car
scenelots of shit on the floor and a crazy cowboy or two getting
their rocks off.. We were jammed in like sardines and the only
redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized
that Alex was sporting a very big hard onbloodlog. After this
revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sorority slave

Friday, April 10th, 2009

Halfway thru my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a
sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated me.
I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at noon
on Friday. I arrived a few little early and was told to wait in the
hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some
whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me. Finally my
friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do
exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by
the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them. She
gave me a big hug and led me into the living room. (more…)

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

Friday, April 10th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Humour chance txt

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Chance

Section One – The Early Years
Chapter I – Baby Bimbo

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

Chapter II – Toddler Tramp

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