“What’re you talking about, Hon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A teaching device? I don’t get it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Dr. Trent?” She asked. Her eyes pleaded for some sign of what to do next and she

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were…like me, but I

was wondering if you have ever?” she asked hoping the attractive older woman

would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned for, since she had first found

herself attracted to a woman. She ached to know what it would be like to kiss a

woman, let alone make love to one. If she was ever going to find out, then she

hoped it would be from a generous and sweet person like Dr. Trent.

“Dated another woman? Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,” Lydia stated

apprehensively, wondering if she should have mentioned her own sexual preferences

to the girl after she had found her crying after class.

“What was it like?”

“Well,” she paused, not sure of how to explain what it was like or even if she

could. Then, she wondered if it was her place as Charlotte’s professor even to

have this conversation with her and admitted: “It’s very special.”

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at Lydia with a

new look in her eyes. Lydia knew that look well. It was the same look she saw on

Kate’s the first night they professed their love for each other. It was a look

with a combination of love, respect, and lust. Whether or not Charlotte was in

love, or even somewhat attracted to Lydia, was hard to tell, but the chemistry

between Instructor and Student had changed.

“If you would like, you can call me anytime, if you like to talk about things,”

said Dianne, regretting it as soon as she spoke the words. She didn’t know what

she was doing. Something like this could cause her to lose her job. “What if the

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

“May I? Thank you! You are the only person I have to talk to about this.”

“Of course, you can, Charlotte. Nevertheless, let’s keep this conversation to

ourselves. I am not out. Out of the closet, that is. It could cause problems for

me.”

“No, don’t worry! I know what that is like.”

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling conversation. She

knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a husband, but had thought it

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

“And what are we up to Doctor?” asked an all too familiar voice.

…End of the part6. To be continued..

some. Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his friends and colleagues,

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

may not want to face your neighbors when you have a black child… but you are

going to be the brood mare of my seed..”

Anna remained motionless. She heard the soft plop as the large male sexual organ

was removed. She felt the pent-up male seed flow freely from her sex and pool

between her widely spread legs. The fluid was somewhat cool on her asscheeks.

Jerome rose and walked to the door. Looking at the wife’s husband he walked the

several steps. Looking down at the defeated husband he smiled as his eyes

focused on the wet spot at his crotch. “I have bred your wife. She seemed to

enjoy me fucking her…… But now I am done and I need to be cleaned… and you

are the one I choose to clean me.”

Jim looked up with a paranoid look on his face. He wanted to confront the naked

black man standing before him. He wanted to beat him for seducing his wife….

and for planting his seed deep within her womb. He should have…. but he meekly

looked up and spoke very timidly; “I am not like that. I don’t like men.”

Jerome smiled to himself. “You will suck my cock clean not because you are some

faggot… you will suck me because I have fucked your wife and you have given her

to me. Do it now…… and do it well.”

Jim, the black belt still around his neck pulled himself up to his knees. He

opened his mouth and………….

It did not take long.

When Jerome was clean he looked down at the broken husband. Turning he returned

to the husband’s bedroom. “Come with me……” Jim stood and followed the black

man into the bedroom. When he entered he quickly searched for his wife. His

wife was on their bed; her legs were still widely splayed and white cum was

dripping from her hole. She had a contented look on her pretty face. Her long

red hair was fanned out on the pillow and there was a glean of perspiration

covering her tight lean body.

Jerome, still naked, stood next to Jim admiring the pretty wife. Turning to Jim

he spoke to Jim’s beautiful wife; “Tell your husband what happened to your birth

control pills… And then tell him my plans for his wife.”

Anna very softly answered the direct question. “Mr. Bettis took my birth control

pills from my purse. He punched each of them out on his desk. He then pushed

them into the waste basket. Jim…. Jerome said that he was going to make me

pregnant…… He said that he was going to plant a black baby in me….”

Jim stood dumbfounded…

Jerome put his hand on his soft shoulder. “Since you have sucked my cock I will

let you try and suck my seed out of your wife. In fact….. If you behave

yourself I will give you the opportunity to suck my seed from your wife’s pussy

each time I fuck her. Maybe with a little luck you could suck the seed from her

pussy before she becomes pregnant. It will probably be a losing battle because I

plan to fuck your wife whenever and wherever I choose. But maybe; just maybe you

can suck enough out…….”

Jim could not comprehend what he was being told. He felt his legs become weak

and he fell to his knees. His mind was racing and his cock was hard again.

“Ask your husband to clean you Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna, herself, in a total daze looked at her kneeling husband. “Jim; Come suck

Mr. Bettis’ sperm out of me….” She felt the bed sag as her husband knee walked

several feet.

His tongue felt coarse and wet. The gentle sucking felt soothing on her

stretched hole. Her swollen lips were treated to a tender pleasure by her

devoted husband. She closed her eyes as he performed his duties…… The duty

that he would perform many times in the coming days.

After he completed his task he was ordered to leave his bedroom. Jerome still

naked slid in next to his wife and put his arm around her shoulders, cradling her

head. “Leave us. I will call you when you need to clean us again…”

Jim was thus dismissed.

While Jim tried to sleep in his daughter’s vacant bedroom he could hear the

lovemaking that first night. The first night that Jerome spent with his wife in

their bedroom. In the next several weeks Jerome occupied the martial bed nearly

every night. Jim cleaned his wife’s lover…. and he attempted to suck the

fertile seed from his wife’s stretched chamber. Jim however feared the worst…

His wife would soon be carrying Jerome’s child….

Each morning Jerome would pick out the appropriate attire for his new assistant.

Her wardrobe became more and more seductive as each week passed. Her former

wards at the law office became more and more amused as her outfits revealed an

ever greater amount of perfect flesh. It was evident to everyone; including

Bougehard Wright III that Mr. Jerome Bettis had taken Anna as his mistress.

But as Mrs. Anna Belvoir became the plaything of the young black attorney she did

not realize that her next step into black sexing was just beginning…………

relieved to discover that she was alone in the office; or so she thought. She

then quickly walked to the main door and let herself out. She did not look back;

if she had she would have seen Bougehard Wright III with a forlorn look on his

face. He was nearly a broken man; allowing his mistress to be taken from him by

the arrogant black upstart. Bougehard was distressed to see his plaything walk

past his door; obviously well fucked by his new nemesis.

When Anna walked into the spacious kitchen her husband Jim was having a cup of

coffee. He looked up and saw his beautiful wife….. Anna tried to read his

expression; it was one of ………..excitement. She continued through the

kitchen and went directly to their second floor bedroom. She stripped and left

her clothes in a pile by the bed. Rapidly she escaped to the bath off the master

bedroom. Turning on the shower she stepped in; the hot water soaked her tired

body. The steam cleared her foggy mind. She stayed in the shower for nearly

thirty minutes and finally emerged. She was refreshed and rejuvenated.

She draped a towel around her wet hair and wrapped her tight body with another

towel. As she stepped into the master bedroom she stopped in her tracks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was her husband Jim; her panties were in his hands

and he was inhaling the sweet fragrances of her juices…..and the dried cum of

her black sex partners.

“What……. what are you doing Jim ?” she asked her husband.

Suddenly startled Jim looked up and his emerging wife. He was immediately

distressed; and embarrassed. “I…ah….” he meekly muttered.

He dropped his head but kept his wife’s panties in his hand. After several

minutes Jim looked up at his irate wife. “Did you let him fuck you ?”

Anna was angry……but she did not know where to direct her anger. She finally

spoke to her husband, “Did I let who fuck me ?” As she spoke she let the towel

fall from her beautiful body. Standing before her husband completely naked she

could see his arousal; the second time in as many days.

Jim’s cock started to throb. “Did you let your black boss stick his cock into

you ?” he asked again; this time rather sternly.

Anna did not answer her husband. Seductively she spread her long white legs.

Slowly her hands caressed her red marked breasts and dropped to the her waist.

Looking directly at her husband’s stunned face she spread her lips with her

delicate fingers. “I didn’t get it all out. Maybe you would like to try to suck

the rest of it out ?”

“You let another man fuck you ?” Jim Belvoir asked his wife. He seemed to be

stunned at the possibility; even though he could smell the panties that he still

held in his hands.

“Come and suck it out Jim. Come and suck another man’s sperm from your wife’s

…End of the part16. To be continued..

The brown liquid burned as it made it’s journey. When the glass was drained Anna

looked towards her black boss and then felt her legs weaken and she fell to the

carpeted floor. She had mercifully passed out from the large quantity of

alcohol.

The two black men looked at her pretty lean body. Their eyes naturally focused on

the vortex of her long pretty legs. Her swollen pussy lips could be seen under

her rumpled skirt. With each labored breath another rope like string of

Theodore’s sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

The lawyer and his client then finally got down to the business at hand.

Strangling one of the largest corporations in the country. Theodore had

accumulated a great deal of incriminating evidence and shared it freely with his

new attorney. The two ordered one of the more white boy junior attorneys to fetch

them lunch. They retrieved the gourmet lunch at the door. When Jerome looked out

into the spacious office he could tell that everyone was fascinated by what they

envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

Anna’s lack of sleep; brutal black fucking and excessive consumption of high

potency liquid fire allowed her tired mind and body to sleep restfully the rest

of the morning and afternoon.

She finally woke up at five thirty. The office was mercifully void of any of her

co-workers. Both Jerome and Theodore, his client had left several hours earlier.

They had locked his office door when they left; which kept out the prying eyes

of Anna’s fellow workers.

Anna’s head throbbed from the hang over. Her body ached from the brutal sex that

the two black men had casually helped themselves to. She convinced herself that

they had taken her by force; or by the seduction of alcohol. If that was the

case however; why did she feel so warm and mushy between her legs when she

relived the morning; or at least what she could remember of the morning in her

mind.

Anna carefully put her clothes back together. As she looked down at her new

expensive navy skirt she noticed the huge cum stain in the front. She couldn’t

see the similar stain just below her ass on the back of her skirt. Her nipples

hurt where Jerome had cruelly twisted them as she was in the throes of sexual

escastcy. Looking around the office she finally located her new lace wonder bra.

Her breasts were nearly rubbed raw and when she clasp the bra the tightness

caused her to feel the sensation. She walked behind the desk and retrieved

several Kleenex which she used to wipe the ever present cum from her

stockings….and her leaking pussy. As she daubed her swollen and stretched hole

the paper cloth soaked up the sticky black cum. She looked into the glass

bookcase and tried to straighten her long red hair. Her make up was streaked and

runny… She did the best that she could and was finally satisfied.

Anna reached down and pulled on her new shoes. She gathered her purse and

stopped at the heavy oak door. Gently she twisted the lock and pulled the large

…End of the part15. To be continued..

stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

The three spent love mates relaxed on the deep white pile carpeting. Finally

Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

…End of the part14. To be continued..

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“Sorry jane … !”

“No no, it’s ok”, Jane mumbled to Mary. Blushing slightly. “Err… well,
you know how it is?!”

“That’s ok Jane. Jesus. A quick wank is hardly a mortal sin in my book! I
just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll leave you to it!”

Mary was shorter than Jane and a couple of years older, twenty four. She
was quite plump though, but in a “well rounded” way, as they say, not fat.
Large breasts and short, bobbed, blonde hair.

The bathroom. This triggered in Jane’s mind those usually repressed
thoughts. She had always considered herself fairly straight, but for these
thoughts. And now, feeling as horny as hell, she could not repress them.
She had played around on her own with such games as a kid. She climbed off
the bed and made her way to the bathroom. The door was ajar. This was a
fairly relaxed houshold, and doors were rarely locked.

Jane pushed on the door gently. No protests from inside. She entered.
mary was sitting on the toilet. As Jane entered the two girls just looked
at each other. No words spoken. Jane stood, nipples still erect. Mary
had her short skirt hitched up and her panties around her ankles. jane
walked over to her and knelt down in front of the toilet. Mary immediately
took Jane’s right hand in hers and guide it down to her , Mary’s, pussy.

“Feel that my love. Do you like it ?”

“Yes”

“Then go in my love, go in”

Jane slipped her index finger into Mary’s wet cunt. Her thumb teased
Mary’s clit. Their mouths met in a lingering kiss.

“You do know why I am in here don’t you Jane?”, Mary whispered.

“Of course.”

“Are you sure”

“Yes”

Mary sighed, just a little, then started to piss. The golden flow ran over
Jane’s fingers. Slowly at first but building to a gush. Jane lifted her
fingers away them and licked them. She then offered them to Mary, who
also, gently, sucked and licked.

“Mary… there is something. I need to…”

“It’s ok”

Jane pulled off her panties and sat astride mary on the toilet, her ass
over the gap between Mary’s legs over the toilet bowl.

“But Mary .. this is… oh hell, are you sure ?”

“I said it’s ok”

Mary reached down to put a finger against Jane’s ass hole. I small moan
like grunt from Jane. Her shit hole buldged slightly against Mary’s
finger. And then, an appearance. Mary felt the tip of a turd emerge from
Jane’s hole.

“Go on”, whispered Mary “let me have your gift”

Jane pushed harder.

“Now stand up!” . Mary suddenly being assertive.

Jane, taken aback, obeyed instantly.

“Turn around. I want to see.”

Part 2

… Jane was now standing, with her back to mary who was still sitting on
the toilet.

“Jane, just pull your cheeks slightly apart. I want to see my love.
Everything”

Those words sent a shiver of excitment through Jane. This was wonderful.
Forbidden. But gloriously thrilling. She obeyed, with one hand gently
pulling on each cheek.

Janes shit hole was still slightly open, and the tip of the about to
descend turd was just visible to Mary.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Although we live in and were both raised in an extremely
conservative environment, we had always shared a strong curiosity
about erotic things, activities and ideas.

On our vacations, away from home, we always bought and read as
many of the sexy and erotic magazines and books as we could find
and we had gone together to the first X rated movie either of us
had ever seen. This got us started thinking and talking about
all the possibilities, from teasing to swapping, and I guess we
discussed and imagined together nearly every type of possibility.
We had reached the point of agreeing that neither of us would
take any underwear with us on vacation, and we had enjoyed B’s
wearing of flimsy tops that showed-off her tits and,
particularly, her rather large and hard nipples. We were also
sure that, on several “accidental” occasions, guys had gotten a
glimpse of her bare pussy.

Our interest seemed to wane for a while until we happened to see
the movie EMMANUELLE about 6 weeks before we went to Hawaii in a
January. The movie had gotten our juices flowing again and when
we arrived in Honolulu and were waiting for a cab, I bought a
stack of erotic magazines, including one that we had not seen
before. After we got to the hotel room and got unpacked, I was
waiting for B to shower and began to look at the magazines. The
copy of the new magazine with personal ads from couples and
singles caught my eye and when I started to read some of the
personal ads, I really got a hard-on. Just looking at the photos
of all the “average” women and couples and reading their ads had
turned me on tremendously. When B came out and saw me lying
there on the bed sporting as big a hard-on as I have ever had,
she immediately wanted to know what had excited me so much. I
told her to read a few of the ads and see what she thought while
I showered. Well, by the time I had showered, there she was on
the bed playing with a very wet pussy while she was reading the
ads.

We were both starving, so we decided to take our wet pussy and
still semi-hard cock off to dinner and come back to finish the
ads later. B dressed in a real see-through dress that hardly hid
anything. All through dinner, we renewed our erotic discussion
and fantasies and we were really enjoying the way our waiter paid
particular attention to B and her nearly exposed tits. Looking
at the highly lighted base of the salad bar, I dared her to go
back and stand in front of one of the lights with her legs spread
apart for a minute. She went right over and stood there like she
couldn’t decide what she wanted while every eye in the room could
literally see the hair on her pussy between her spread legs as
outlined by the bright light. After she returned and I told her
how good she had looked, we could hardly wait to finish and get
back to the room.

We giggled all the way to the room and as soon as we were inside
the door, we quickly got undressed and got on the bed. B grabbed
the magazine and began reading the ads out loud to me. I was
getting so hot that I got up to look out the window and perhaps
cool off; and, as I was standing there, I caught the glimpse of
some movement in the room slightly below us in the hotel across
the way. I always carry small binoculars, so I got them out and
found to my enjoyment that there was a young oriental couple,
totally naked, on the bed, kissing and touching each other.
Before long, they engaged in 69 and I called B over to look. By
now, I was so horny I could hardly stand it so I slipped my cock
into B’s wet and hot pussy from behind as she bent over to look
through the binoculars. We had our first of many orgasms then
and several more through the night as we watched the couple suck
and fuck, and also as we read and looked at the rest of the
personal ads and sucked and played with each other.

The next day on the beach, we could hardly talk about anything
else and after a few drinks through the afternoon, we were ready
to go back to the room and freshen-up. Unlike her usual closing
of the drapes, B stood right in front of the window and took off
her suit and stretched and posed. She asked me to come by the
side of the window and look with the binoculars to see if anyone
was watching her. I could see one couple and two older men who
could see her. One of the men went in and came out with his own
glasses and I could see him playing with himself as he watched
her. The couple and the other man just stared. I got really
horny so I took off my suit and came up behind her and grabbed
her tits and pulled her over to the bed and we fucked like crazy,
thinking that the people could see us. (Later, we determined
that those people probably could not actually see that far into
the room from where they were).

We were hungry again, so we went down to another place…no
bright lights though …to have a few drinks and eat. We talked
about the erotic fun we were having and how we hoped that we
could watch the same couple or perhaps even others either naked
or having sex later that night. B admitted that she had really
been turned on by the fact that others might be able to see her
naked and promised me then to never close the drapes in our hotel
or motel again. She has kept that promise, although when we are
in a motel where people can walk right by the window, we can only
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The night started our strangely. Ophelia had just finished re-
arranging her large library and was exhausted. As suits my
biological clock, I was just coming awake at 10 PM when she was
turning in. She invited me to bed and I politely declined: I was
horny as usual and told her I’d keep her awake. After a couple of
more requests from her, I stripped and crawled in beside her.
Ophelia loves to snuggle and wasted no time in curling her small
body up next to mine. I turned and kissed her. She was oddly
responsive for her tired state, and teased me with a hint of
tongue in her kisses. I reached down to feel her muff and found
it just beginning to rev as her right hand slipped down her belly
to her clit.

I took up what has become my customary position between her legs -
kneeling and using my cock as a sex toy to tickle her lower labia
and the entrance to her cunt. But this time I let my aim wander
lower to the wonderful curve where ass, crotch, and leg meet. I
rubbed my cock against this soft crescent and expanded the stroke
to brush against the entrance to her ass. I noticed that every
time that my prick touched her rosebud, her strokes on her clit
quickened. It wasn’t long before I was pressing the tip of my
cock against her asshole.

Surprise! My cock slipped easily into her ass until the entire
head was buried inside, and just as I was about to pull out and
apoligize, she handed me a bottle of sex lubricant and said “What
the fuck? Why not?”. I pulled back and poured the lubricant on
my hard cock and noticed her pussy was swollen and very wet. I
worked my cock back into its previous nest. It was so easy. I
could feel her ass muscles relaxing and opening for me. I eased
ever so slowly deeper. Such heaven! Like a warm, wet hand
gripping all around my prick – so much tighter than pussy, and
delightful in an entirely different way. I could feel her hips
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It seemed like forever – my slow rocking pulling my cock almost
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She was close, tho’. Too close to stop. I felt her stiffen and
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something’s undone.” So after a quick and thourough shower, I
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my not-quite-recovered cock.

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“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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, gee, sure, sure, yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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totally on Sara’s bum, and although at the time Sara hadn’t been that

bothered, in the months since some of Sam’s obsession must have rubbed off

as Sara found her erotic attentions increasingly centred on other women’s

butts. There hadn’t been much opportunity to do much about it, but now Sara

had Beth beneath her and she felt she could do what she wanted with her.

Sara slowly pulled apart the older woman’s bum cheeks to inspect her prize.

The flesh around Beth’s bumhole and up and down the bottom of her crack was

stained brown, and there was a cluster of soft wispy hairs around the

wrinkled crater of Beth’s anus. Sara stayed like that for maybe a minute,

holding Beth’s bum open, wondering what kind of thoughts were running

through Beth’s mind.

As Sara’s face moved almost hypnotically closer to Beth’s bumhole, she

realised with a start that she could smell Beth’s bum as well as see it. It

hadn’t been like that with Sam in Thailand, but then they’d been in and out

of the sea all the time. Beth, Sara realised, probably hadn’t showered since

the morning, some eighteen hours ago, and as she looked closely (“why am I

looking closely?” she wondered) she thought she could detect little traces

of Beth’s day in the wrinkles of her anus.

Sara pulled away a little, slightly disgusted at her discovery. It seemed so

incongruous – smart and cool Beth walking around with a dirty smelly bottom.

Which was a ridiculous thought because it was only natural, and no doubt

Sara’s bottom was just as dirty and smelly. It wasn’t as if Sara had

discovered Beth was unclean or anything – what Sara could see and smell was

surely what would be left behind by even the most careful wiper.

Still holding Beth’s bum cheeks apart and with her nostrils increasingly

aware of the smell, Sara’s mind raced. What to do? She could stop and focus

instead on Beth’s breasts and pussy.

No. Sara slowly realised, her heart pounding, that she didn’t want to move

away. Wasn’t it actually exciting to have Beth exposed in this way, to have

been admitted to Beth’s most private place in this sordid condition? Sara

was appalled – she was excited by the fact that Beth’s bum was dirty. Once

again she found herself moving in to that nasty hole, eagerly seeking out

all the evidence of Beth’s long day. She wasn’t going to lick it, was she,

surely not, now she knew what was there, now she could see and smell that

Beth’s bumhole was shitty?

Fuck yes she was, and it turned Sara on fiftyfold to know that not only was

she going to lick Beth’s most secret hole but she was also going to get just

a taste of Beth’s most private flavour. Her mouth just an inch from Beth’s

shitty bumhole Sara had one final piece of wicked inspiration. “Ooh, who’s a

…End of the part5. To be continued..

around, but at first she didn’t think there was anyone she knew. Oh well, no

drink then, just straight to bed. She was actually leaving the room when she

bumped into Beth, who looked tired, but managed a smile at Sara.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Beth asked. Sara was surprised Beth had even

recognised that Sara was on the bid team. Beth ran the whole show, and Sara

was just a summer intern filling in time before her first year at

university. But then it was typical of Beth to know that kind of detail. She

was an impressive lady, and all the more so because despite her success in

business she seemed, so far as Sara was able to tell, to be a decent person

too. And pretty, and a husband and two kids. At 42 Beth seemed to have it

all. Sara sighed. One day.

“Fine, thanks,” Sara replied. She wasn’t sure what she was meant to say.

“How do you think the presentation went?” asked Beth. Again, Sara was

surprised. Why the hell did Beth care what Sara thought?

“Well I thought it was pretty good, but maybe too many figures and not

enough vision thing.” It was bold to criticise, but what the hell, it was a

summer job, and Beth had asked.

“Ha.” Beth didn’t seem upset. “I thought so too. You’re our summer intern

right?” Sara nodded. “Is it Sara?” Sara really was impressed. “Listen, I

think I’m done here, and I hate this kind of alcoholic gladhanding anyway.

Care to have a nightcap in my suite? You can remind me what it’s like to

have it all ahead.”

***

Walking into Beth’s suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn’t know how excited Sara

was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink

with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any

opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara’s excitement was much baser.

Although Sara’s sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there

was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth’s

grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if

she’d made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the

lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure. How did she find the

time to work out with all her other responsibilities?

They chatted, mainly about Sara’s plans and where the bid was going, sipping

minibar whiskey. Eventually, after a lot longer than Sara would ever have

imagined, Beth said she had to get to bed. “My back kills me,” she said, as

if explanation were needed. “I had a car smash two years ago and it always

gets me late at night. Tends to mean I don’t sleep too well, which is a

pain.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

====

Back to the Beginning

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

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

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

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

It was appropriately named.

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

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

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

As she studied this particular group she learned many of them had deep
seated ties back to their baby or infant years and longed for the
…End of the part3. To be continued..

Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration

which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the

hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who

could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive

artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven

and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest

accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really

appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would

never even realize we had been there.

One bottle from Steven’s extensive cellars led to another, and we spoke that day

at great length, in ways our work had never allowed. Working together had been a

great joy for both of us, I like to think, because Steven and I shared a sense of

focus which meant every working hour of those two months had been devoted solely

to the task at hand. I’m almost ashamed of the single-minded intensity that I

dedicate to my tasks, although I know no other fashion of approaching a problem,

but all too often the obsessive devotion I suffer in the course of a serious

project has cost me bitterly, both in my professional and personal relationships.

Yet with Steven, for once, it had been different. He was every bit as

concentrated as I had ever been. With a grin, I might even admit that he could

turn the flame a notch or two further than I. How could I not enjoy the company

of a man who not only appreciated my tendencies, but challenged me to demand more

of myself? As neglected as our subtle monument would be, I took great pride in

knowing that Steven understood. We raised another toast, and again, until the

sun slipped orange beyond the dark wooded acres of Steven’s estate.

Those two months, dedicated as they were to the definition and protection of the

intangible property rights of visual artists, taught me a great deal about a

subject I had really never paid any mind. I understood the vagaries of copyright

in the abstract, and had done the cursory rounds through several great galleries

during my travels, but before that summer, art remained a decorative item for me.

In fact, the work we did with the Foundation did much to increase my exposure

and augment my vocabulary, but Steven provided the catalyst which turned on the

light.

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Champagne had led to Chablis which led to a Chardonnay “we simply have to share”,

to a special unlabelled bottle from a tiny Swiss monastery to a very old bottle

of Scotch and the tenth hour of our celebration had warmed my spirits into a

pleasant sense of incautious confidence.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Elizabeth moved down to Rogue’s breasts and started licking the nipples. They
were brown and looked really nice on her firm tits. Rogue yipped of excitement
and then arched as she approached another climax. Alison moved her finger in
circles around Rogue’s clitoris. She felt how her asshole’s muscles vibrated
once, then again – the orgasm was coming again, this time with force. “Oh
YYEEEEEEEEEESS!” Rogue screamed as she came, Alison’s both fingers climaxing
her, supporting her launch to orbit. Elizabeth took the orgasm to her and
smiled wider than ever. Alison almost came because of the sight of these two
superheroines orgasming in front of her very eyes.

“How can I ever thank you”, Rogue laughed like a teenage girl afterwards.
“After all this pain it was this easy, oh damn. I love you both.”

Elizabeth kissed her again and got up. The boys could come any minute -
“unless they’ve ended up into some brothel”, Alison said, adding that they
couldn’t know what the men did when they didn’t take women with them to
adventure – and they didn’t want them to know about this. Rogue asked if
this escapade could be done again, and both women agreed. After all, Rogue
had a lot of catching up yo do.

>

You asked for it. Here it is, X-Men part 2, featuring… Excalibur!

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

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

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

->

In her dream Alison was running in a living corridor called Ratway whose
walls were covered with pornographic photos of Alison. She was sure that
if she slowed down the fat breath would catch her. As she ran deeper, the
pictures got harder. They showed her with ten-year-old boys, with schafers,
with whips and chains, tied upside down with her tits bleeding from several
wounds. She tried to yell that she’d never been in such pictures, but the
corridor ended in a mirror with a familiar face reaching for her body and
laughing her head off.

“Look at yourself, star”, Malice said, pronouncing “star” like a hamburger
frying in grease. Alison fired a photon beam at the mirror, and as the
mirror should have shattered into fragments the world around her did that
instead and Malice laughed as she fell into sharp darkness.

She panicked and shot several beams around, each strong enough to severely
maim a normal human being. A familiar voice called her and she jumped up.
Her bedroom lights were burning and she had shot a hole in her sheet. Storm
was ducking on the floor, shouting for her to stop.

“Alison, it’s just a dream!” she shouted as Alison’s corona cooled through
the visible spectrum and faded away. Storm raised her head above Alison’s
bed to make sure her friend was wide awake. Alison looked around, shocked
for the destruction of some of her furniture, including the mirror on the
wall.

“Oh god, it felt so real”, Alison sobbed. “Malice.”

The name made Storm understand. After all, she’d once been subject to the
powers of the evil telepath who had feasted with Alison’s emotions. That
time she’d won, nature’s child keeping her emotions her own, but the victo-
ry hadn’t come too easy.

“She’s gone”, she soothed Alison. “It was just a dream.”

Storm went to sit beside Alison and held her in her arms. Alison grabbed her
like a baby, reaching for safety. “It’s all right”, Storm said.

“Did I wake the others?” Alison asked, ashamed of herself.

“Apparently not”, Storm answered. Alison’s room was situated quite far from
the others, and she hadn’t screamed or anything. Walls in the Reavers’ base
were also quite soundproof. Wolvie would’ve heard the sounds, of course, but
he wasn’t present right now. He was in Madripoor, where he had some business
of his own he never talked much about.

Storm held Alison in her arms for minute, then for another when she noticed
that Alison had fallen asleep again. She put her gently on the bed, held her
hand for a few seconds and then put that also down. Her teammate now looked
peaceful like a satisfied newborn. Storm stood up and started walking to the
door, when sudden bright light coming from the window stopped her. She turned
quickly on her heels, ready for fighting, but then she saw a lone character
sitting on the hill, emanating the light.

“You mean me?” Storm asked, even though no-one heard her. Still, she somehow
…End of the part5. To be continued..

Elizabeth rubbed her pussy lips with her fingers as she licked her swollen,
wet breasts. “Yes”, Alison moaned as she inserted her finger inside her,
examined her for a while, found her clitoris and concentrated in it. Alison
arched her back and stretched her feet as far as she could to intensify to
feeling. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, and Elizabeth could feel
the fantasies going on inside Alison’s head. She opened herself to them and
became a part of them, bringing them closer together. Because she could feel
what Alison felt, she was all the time able to touch her where it felt best.
Alison was now pulsing colorful light into every direction as she couldn’t
– and didn’t want to – control her body and lust.

“Oooh”, she yelled as she felt the orgasm make its way through her hot body.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and became one with Alison’s mind, feeling the
orgasm as personally as she did. Her own body, to which excitement was too
much, responded by exploding into an orgasm of its own. They breathed heavily
as they held tight into each other, prolonging the orgasm, feeling it, sharing
it together.

As soon as the orgasm had been enjoyed into the last drop, Alison laid Eliza-
beth on the floor and started eating her. First she licked her pussy lips and
the insides of her thighs, then she inserted her tongue into her pussy and
started moving it back and forth, casually pointing it at Elizabeth’s clitoris.
Elizabeth writhed in ecstacy and moaned something incomprehensible. Alison
took her tongue out, lapped her wet pussy lips, then inserted it again. She
repeated this several times, which almost drove Alison into frenzy. Finally,
when Elizabeth’s moans were so intense that they could mean only one thing,
she rocked her tongue inside her. Elizabeth welded their minds together and
Alison felt the same sensation as her pussy, dangling up in the air, became
the transmitter of pleasure radiating from Elizabeth’s massive orgasm.

They repeated this cycle several times, each time more passionately until
they suddenly heard a dizzy southern voice calling for them in the hallway.
They tried to reach for their clothes, but it was far too late. Rogue appeared
at the door, dressed in her nightgown. Her speech cut in the middle of the
sentence as she saw her teammate’s nude bodies trying to cover themselves.

“Im sorry”, she said. Her Rogue persona had the controls now. “I didn’t
mean to interrupt.”

“It’s our fault”, Elizabeth said. “We should’ve done this in our private
rooms.”

“It’s OK”, Rogue said. “I mean, enjoy each other’s bodies when you can”, she
said, not trying to hide her sadness. “I just wanted to see if everything is
under control here. I’ll go back to bed now.”

“Rogue, don’t go”, Alison said. “Let’s talk about this.”

“There is nothing to talk about for me”, Rogue said, trying to hold herself
together. The glass in her hand broke into pieces, but she didn’t even notice.

Alison walked to Rogue, looking like she had an idea. Before Rogue had time
to do anything, Alison had raised her suit between them and suddenly kissed
her through it. The fabric was thick enough so Rogue’s powers didn’t work.
Rogue raised her hands high up in the air to avoid touching Alison with her
bare hands. Alison kept her hands firmly on Rogue’s ass.

The kiss wasn’t very satisfying to Alison, but to Rogue it was heaven. It
had been so long since she had kissed Cody and first discovered the curse of
her powers. She could still remember when she had been able to touch others
as a gift from Loki, and how Northstar had kissed her as they had danced. But
that was years ago, and the pain had already hidden the beautiful memories.

“Yes”, Rogue said as Alison pulled back after a long kiss. “How come I never
thought about that?”

“Because guys think with their cocks”, Elizabeth said. “This wouldn’t allow
them to penetrate into you. But if you don’t mind us girls, we think that
we could relieve you from years of pressure.”

“I’d love that”, Rogue said, her eyes shining brightly.

In a minute Rogue was lying naked on her bed and Elizabeth was kissing her
through a piece of cloth. Elizabeth was fingering herself with one hand,
transmitting the sensation to Rogue to increase her pleasure. Of course
Rogue had orgasmed, since she’d been able to do it to herself with no
difficulty, but it also reminded her of something she’d never feel and
increased the pain afterwards. Because of her superhuman strength she had to
be careful with the other girls, so she just took what they had to give.

Alison had fetched a plastic glove from the sickbay, with which she now
fingered Rogue. The glove was wet and warm of Rogue’s pussy juices that
had waited for so long for someone. Rogue clitoris was swollen hard for
the excitement. She breathed slow and hard, rubbing her ass cheeks on the
sheets. It felt so good!

“Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh GOD!” Rogue screamed as she reached her first peak.
Alison let her come for a moment, then she quickly helped her to reach the
peak again. Rogue had been waiting for this for so long and was heaving with
excitement. For the first time since her mutant powers emerged she was happy
and relaxed. Carol Danvers tried to complain something about how she didn’t
like lesbianism, but she silenced it and shut it inside her deepest chambers.

Rogue’s pussy was now a wet, hot chasm of pure passion. Alison inserted her
other covered forefinger inside Rogue’s tight asshole and pushed it deeper.
She had to be careful, because Rogue’s superhuman muscles might very well
squeeze her finger into jelly. There seemed to be no danger of that now,
…End of the part4. To be continued..

“Yeah. He is soooo sexy in that black uniform!”

“Right!”

“Do you think that we are sexy, wearing these skintight costumes? Have you
ever thought how people must be looking at us?” Elizabeth asked suddenly.

“You mean they never try to make you bend to see your tits better? Never
make any comments, whistle or ask something immoral when you walk by?”

“They do it to you too?”

Alison looked down at her body. Her clothes really were tight and sexy.
“Then why is it that we are wearing such costumes?”

“You know why. Loose clothes would be dangerous in a fight.”

“Yeah. Right.”

“And of course for the kicks.”

“Especially.”

Elizabeth noticed that Alison’s nipples were now clearly visible under the
garment. Alison was running her hands down her body, trying to find fat or
loose places under her clothes.

“Alison?” she asked, shy again. “What is it… you know… like with a woman?

Alison stopped and looked curiously at Elizabeth. “Why do you want to know?”

“Me… for nothing. I am just curious”, Elizabeth said. “You don’t have to
tell me if you don’t want to.”

“For the starters”, Alison said, “I did it because I had to. There were no
films for straight women, you always had to do threesomes or twosomes with
another girl. Men want to see such stuff from every woman in the film, God
knows why. But I admit that it wasn’t bad, it was far better than with men
in the front of cameras. And definitely a lot better than with those fatty
directors and producers testing the girls they casted.”

“But how is it like?”

“It is like foreplay that goes on and on. It isn’t like sex with men that
ends before you’ve even started. It’s much more tender.”

Elizabeth looked at her, puzzled. “Did you really do such things on films?”

“No”, Alison said, after a while. “It was neutral in the films, not bad,
not good. But I did it a couple of times in a private room with another
actor. Her name was Lisa, and she was five years older than me. We had become
really good friends and we used to sleep together when I had no other place
to go. It felt good.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth said, surprised of this new aspect she’d found in her team-
mate. She wasn’t aware again that she’d been reading Alison’s thoughts. For
a moment she could feel the memory of woman’s touch on her skin, lips kissing
her neck and ear, fingers turning on the wet pussy.

“So now you know.”

Elizabeth moved like in a dream as she stepped up and kissed Alison on her
mouth. Alison’s eyes were wide with surprise as Elizabeth’s tongue caressed
hers, probing tenderly. They held each other’s bodies and Alison started
licking her shoulder, neck and ear with her tongue. Elizabeth sighed with
excitement and held on to Alison tighter so her legs wouldn’t turn into
cooked macaroni and she wouldn’t fall on the floor.

“Let’s do it”, Alison said with passion. Elizabeth retreated on the wide
chair pulling Alison with her and sat down. Alison sat on her lap facing her,
her knees supporting her on the both sides of Elizabeth’s body. Her breasts
were close to Elizabeth’s face, and she caressed them with her hands through
the clothes. Alison felt her pussy moisten and her back arch as Elizabeth
found her nipples and started massaging them. Alison’s ass was resting on
thin air, and Elizabeth moved her hands to support it. She gradually brought
them closer to Alison’s pussy as Alison removed all clothes from her torso,
revealing her breasts for her to lick.

“Oh god”, Alison moaned as she put her hands to Elizabeth’s tits. Elizabeth
was now licking her shiny breasts one by one, burying her face between them
and pulling her closer to her. Alison’s pussy was now tingling as she wanted
this gorgeous creature.

After a minute of this Elizabeth stood up. She was strong enough to carry
Alison, who had now wrapped her arms and legs around her. She put her down
on the floor, which felt a bit cold under Alison’s bare back. Alison caressed
her tits as Elizabeth took off all her clothes and stood there buck naked.
Alison removed her shoes and pants and reached her hand for Elizabeth. She
took it and let her pull her body gently down to her.

Elizabeth was on the top, and they were kissing fiery kisses, their tongues
licking each other’s mouth. Alison wrapped her legs around Elizabeth’s, thus
securing the position. Their hot pussies were now very close, and Elizabeth
placed her right hand over her ass and reached for them from behind. She found
her very own, caressed it for while, then pulled her hand back and brought
…End of the part3. To be continued..

END OF PART 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..

and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled

the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said

“Aren’t you at least going to take your shoes off?”

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I

stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I

wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my

shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of

course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my

pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still

somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I

pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the

dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it’s maximum size though still

pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she

saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky

voice she said, “That was magnificent.” as she reached over to turn the

light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to

mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of

clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn’t stop

pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up

and placed her hand on my chest. “Anybody ever tell you how attractive you

are?”

Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on

her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and

forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,

deeper.

Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck

softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things

were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either

one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and

moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling

it’s weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I

rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she

arched her back.

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair

before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of

pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my

cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt

wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans

and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down

and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took

it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly

between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away

from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up

and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard

when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms

…End of the part7. To be continued..