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Administrator — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 11:46:01 +0000

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Archive-title: Senior Citizens

This could go in true stories to: A 85 year old who had never been to a doctor
before, as he proudly announced, came to the office for a check-up. He thought
it was about time. I, the doc, said, “What did you do to life so long and
stay so healthy?” He said, “Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t listening to the
likes of you!!”

Another one: During my residency, we offered a free pap smear clinic. Well, a
nurse brought in her elderly mother to have a pap smear because she had never
had one, or an internal exam for that matter. She had her kids at home
without benefit of medical attention. She was maybe 80. (The daughter was 60
or so.) Well, the daughter held her hand and talked her through the ordeal of
her first pelvic exam just as a mother might with a teenage girl. After it
was over, I said something to lighten things up like, “Now that wasn’t so bad
was it?” The old lady said, “No, it wasn’t, but I have one question to ask
you.” I said, “Shoot.” She said, “Does your mother know what you do for a
living?”

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Administrator — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:31:02 +0000

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Archive-title: Male Bathroom Rules

[We thought of this late one night...]

A GUIDE TO PROPER ETIQUETTE IN THE MEN’S RESTROOM

Ever since man crawled out of the primordial ooze, he has built himself
structures to contain the processes of bodily waste removal. These
have been known as “restrooms,” “bathrooms,” “outhouses,” “commodes,”
“men’s rooms,” and several other names. As with any exclusive
organization, wholy half the human race aren’t allowed through the
door, and a number of exceedingly complicated customs have arisen to
maintain a sense of order and dignity.

General rules:
1. Don’t talk to somebody you don’t know. You may chat quietly with
an acquaintance, but must absolutely not call attention to yourself.

2. A quick glance in the mirror is permissable, but absolutely don’t
spend a significant time arranging hair, clothing, etc. Zit popping
is only permissable after checking to see nobody else is around.

3. No profanity of any kind. This is reserved for locker rooms, only.

4. If you must wait, form a single-file line, ragged, and be sure to
keep looking around. Read grafitti.

Grafitti rules:
5. All grafitti is anonymous. If there’s any chance somebody can trace
your grafitti back to you, don’t do it.

6. Writing grafitti in the open section of the bathroom is only
acceptable if nobody can see you. Writing in the stalls is similarly
acceptable.

7. If the bathroom is sufficiently public, feel free to insult different
ethnic/racial/sexual groups. If the bathroom is used by a small
few, restraint comments to amusing anecdotes or chit-chat about
secretaries. If visiting dignitaries from other companies or the
government may tend to use the bathroom, grafitti is forbidden.

8. Traditionally, all pictures feature women in various states of undress.
Modern standards often include portions of male anatomy, discretely
placed. Homosexual grafitti is generally frowned upon but is
gaining popularity.

9. Pictures must only be drawn in toilet stalls.

10. Any sufficiently interesting graffiti will be painted over by
the management of the bathroom.

Urinal rules:
11. Given a string of unoccupied urinals, you must choose one on the
outside. When one outside urinal is occupied, use the other side,
then middle. Avoid standing directly next to somebody at all costs.

For example, given seven urinals, here are acceptable configurations:
X…… (X == occupied, . == empty)
X…..X
X..X..X
X.X.X.X
XXX.X.X <— These are only acceptable when significant
XXX.XXX <— “privacy” dividers are available. If the
XXXXXXX <— urinals aren’t divided, use a toilet.

12. Always look at the wall. Looking down means you’re obsessed or don’t
know what you’re doing. Looking at other people is threatening.

13. Flushing is optional. Over time, the water will become a rich orange.
At this point, flushing is mandatory.

14. Don’t start unzipping until you’re protected by the privacy of the
urinal. Don’t step back until you’ve closed your pants again.

Toilet rules:
15. Reduce noise at all costs. Grunting is not acceptable.

16. Always flush.

17. When you find an unflushed toilet, leave it alone and use another.

Special cases:
18. Some university dormitories have co-ed bathrooms. New rules apply
for dealing with the females.
a. Never, ever, comment on how they look in the morning.
b. Don’t ask what the little wastebasket is for.
c. If urinals are present, only use them when absolutely no females
are around. If you are noticed by a female, try your best to
ignore her presense until you’re dressed again.

19. Port-O-Let’s and similar constructions are evil. Use them only
if absolutely no other option is available.

20. In the woods, far from civilization, restrooms typically aren’t
available. Get behind sufficient growth that you are completely
invisible to the remainder of your party, before you begin.
Check carefully that you aren’t near any sort of animal or
insect den. Ants are especially bad. If you forgot toilet
paper, bring a leaf identifying guide. Poison oak makes
a poor substitute.

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Administrator — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 10:18:01 +0000

The mood in the Law Offices of Wright and Wright had taken on an opportunistic

air as the new young black attorney; Mr. Jerome Bettis arrived on Monday

morning.

Although the law firm was one of the oldest and most prestigious in Memphis,

Tennessee it had several financial reverses during the last three years. Up

until the arrival of the 30 year old black attorney the mood of the personnel was

decidedly on edge.

The turn about had taken place as a result of Mr. Bettis being retained by the

black employees of the Greater Louisiana Oil Company. Several of the white

officers had made rather derogatory remarks about the “black porch monkeys” under

their tutelage. As a result the black employees were on the verge of the largest

out of court settlement in the history of the country. Leading the charge and

final settlement was Mr. Jerome Bettis; former black gang member of the BGE’s and

now a up and coming young attorney; who was also the savior of the old south

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

Although the white law firm was far more racist than the Greater Louisiana Oil

Company they understood business. It was now good business to hire as a full

partner the arrogant Mr. Bettis. The good Mr. Bettis and his new friends at

Wright and Wright were due to receive their one third share of one hundred fifty

million dollars. Even the old line Southern Partners were bowing and bestowing

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

Mr. Bettis walked into the law library of the firm and started shaking hands with

the twelve senior partners. The patriarch of the firm, Mr. Bougehard Wright

welcomed the black upstart with open arms. “Anything that this law firm can

provide to make your work easier is at your disposal…” came the smiling

dribble.

Mr. Bettis had completed his homework on the prestigious law firm weeks ago. The

Research staff was unequaled and the talents of the support staff were the best

of any law firm in the country.

“Let me cut through the bullshit Bougehard. I will make this firm an obscene

amount of money this next twelve months and I will demand perfection…..and

total obedience. First I need a top notch assistant….that will be Mrs. Anna

Belvoir.. That is satisfactory to you isn’t it Bougehard ?” he arrogantly asked.

The senior partner felt his face become red with anger. Anna Belvoir was the

most senior; most competent para legal the firm possessed and she was considered

the private property of the senior partner. Her long lean frame was topped by

beautiful long red hair which she usually wore in a severe bun. Although she

usually wore conservative suits most of the young studs in the law office noticed

the 36-26-36 sleek frame. Her 36C breasts were showing only the slightest of

droop; and were topped by rock hard pencil sized nipples that became hard at the

slightest measure of arousal.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Tenant and landlord relation

Administrator — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 09:48:02 +0000

By: Monica
Nicole looked nervously at the front entrance to her apartment from across the street, a slight wind caught the stray strands of her long black hair, giving her some respite from the mid-afternoon sweltering summer heat. . The pretty 21 year old college student had walked around the building 3 times deciding how best to avoid Bob Harrison the dirty fat smelly landlord as she was 2 months behind in her rent. It had only been 6 months since she moved into Jersey, New York and she was already regretting her decision to leave home in favor of attending college in the Big Apple.
She had thought that her savings would last her at least 8 months before she had to look for a part-time job, but the cost of living even on the outskirt areas off Manhattan Island was frightful. Now, the pretty 21 year old brunette found herself out of money, without friends in a big city far away from home. As a final recourse she had moved to the lower end of Jersey, and found that even in this less trendy part of the Bronx, all she could afford was a small one room apartment in a dirty old three story building owned and managed by an equally disgusting middle aged, beer bellied and balding landlord, Bob Harrison and his 19 year old degenerate son Jessie
.
Nicole shuddered involuntarily as she recalled her first encounter with Bob. She was scouting the area for cheap apartments when she was caught in a sudden unexpected shower. Soaked to her skin, she had no choice but to seek temporary shelter in the old depressing building across the road. With her clothes wringing wet she stood in the porch of the building and was grateful when Bob opened the front door to let her into the dim musky smelling building. Even then, she felt uncomfortable as he openly pervade at her from behind the counter, savoring her long black hair, ivory white flawless complexion, and how the wet clothes clung to her young lithe body, accentuating firm supple breasts. Bob knew from 5 minutes of casual conversation with the young sultry brunette that she was from out of town, and in desperate need of cheap housing, and offered her a rate she could not refuse.
In hindsight, Nicole had regretted taking up the offer. Not only was the apartment small, cramped and old, she soon discovered that she was the only single white female tenant in a building tenanted to characters that were best described as the “low life�s and rejects” of society. The shower offered only luke warm water (which was acceptable now in the hot summer months, but would fast become a problem during autumn and winter), and she had a vague suspicion that Bob had been into her room when she was in college. Some of her underwear had mysteriously disappeared in the past weeks. He certainly did not hide his physical attraction to her and had mentioned several times over that he had been wiling to accept other forms of payment as in-kind settlement of her rental if she had a cash flow problem. The first time he suggested this, Nicole almost had a hear attack since she could not even bare to be in the same room for 5 minutes with the smelly, hairy caveman.
It was now mid summer and Nicole in the sweltering summer heat for Bob to leave the building for his afternoon lunch. She could feel her light sweater clinging to her damp skin and she longed for a nice cool shower to wash away the city grime and sweat. At long last, she spotted the familiar figure of a fat and balding man, dawned in his usual disgusting, sweat stained singlet, leaving the building.
Nicole quickly made her way across the street to the building and rushed up to the 3rd story. She fumbled in her bag for her keys and tried to open the door to her apartment. After 5 frustrating minutes, she realized that Bob had changed the lock to her front door. Her heart sunk in dismay as she accepted the fact that she now had to face Bob and negotiate a way out of this mess. Slowly she made her way down stairs and saw that Bob had taken his lunch back with him from the deli and was tucking with much relish into a greasy, bloody steak. He looked up and greeted Nicole;
Bob: “Good afternoon little Missy, don’t think I saw you come in this afternoon, was waiting to discuss a delicate matter with you”
Nicole: “Why did you change the locks to my room, I told you I would have the rent money by end of this month”.
Bob: “Ahhh my dear, but that was what you told me the month before, and the month before that too��.you owe me 3 months rental, you do realize that”.
Nicole: “The money is coming, you will get it this month, and I am good for it”
Bob: “Oh yes little missy, I know you are GOOD for it, I am a kind soul and do not expect full settlement, but I do need some token payment, just as a gesture of good faith��”
Nicole: “Well I don’t have a cent on me at the moment��..unless you count my lunch money which adds to only 5-6 bucks”.
Bob: “Well that is unfortunate, but you are a talented young missy and I am sure we can work out some form temporary up front settlement�..”
Bob did not hide the meaning of his words as he leered openly at her, revealing 2 crooked black teeth. Nicole flinched as she caught a whiff of the smelly pungent breath, as he exhaled. He got up from behind the counter and approached her, she wanted to run as she smelled the putrid odor of his unwashed sweat stained odor. A fly buzz lazily, settled on a piece of crumb on his singlet and he ignored it.
Bob: “Come with me to my office in the back, I will give you the new keys, I just need you to sign some papers first”.
Nicole breathed a sign of relief, so that was all, she quickly followed both behind the counter, to a small dimly lit room. There was a big king-size bed with a dirty stained mattress. Bob closed and locked the door and produced a key.
Bob: “I belief this is what you want, but you really don’t expect me to hand it to you free of charge, its time you worked for it.”
Nicole was silent, she did not wish to return home to her parents and ask for money. She knew she had no options. She decided to play his perverted game.
Nicole: “Well what exactly do you want? I have nothing that will interest you at all”
Bob: “Oh how wrong you are, YOU interest me a great deal, and how old are you, 21? All I want is a chance to get to know you more personally, up close and intimate�.you knows what I mean�.”
Bob sat down on the mattress and motioned for her to take a sit beside him. Nicole took a seat, making sure to place some distance between him. He leaned edged closer to her and she cringed as he placed a hairy paw on her bare knee.
Nicole: “Is that all��..”
Bob: “Yes, just an hour or so of quality time with you is all I want, so simple��”
Nicole: “I won�t have to do anything��.”
Bob: “Nothing at all�..you just sit back and enjoy old Bob’s attention and company�that’s all, and you get your key after that”
Bob waited anxiously for her response. Nicole was very conscious that his hand was slowly edging up her bare white thighs, exploring the hem of her dress. Finally she nodded her head in quiet resignation. She could put-up with the old pervert for an hour, for 3 months rental it was worth it and preferable to a few hundred hours of waiting tables. Bob smiled in eager anticipation as he realized he had what he wanted.
Quickly he sat next to her and moved his hairy paw further up her left thigh. He had not washed his hands after his steak and burger lunch, and Nicole tried to ignore the greasy feeling of his fingers as they edged quickly to the spot between her legs. Bob certainly wasted no time and wanted to collect on his prize before she changed her mind. Suddenly his probing fingers were gone.
“Stand-up, I want to get a look at the merchandise up close”. He said hoarsely.
Nicole stood up and Bob took a good look at the object of his fantasies the last few months. Nicole looked even more beautiful up close. She did not resist as he unzipped the back of her dress, and unhooked the shoulder straps, allowing the dress to slide down her long slender legs. She stepped out of the dress, revealing more supple white flesh and a lithe figure, covered now only by her lacy bra and panties. Bob wasted no time, unhooking her white bra with trembling fingers and stared hungrily at the small firm white breasts that greeted him, each perfectly capped by a small pink nipple.
Nicole shuddered as he suddenly took her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking noisily and hungrily, before moving to her right nipple. He tried to cover her whole breast with his mouth and she winced as his unshaven beard pricked and irritated her sensitive fair skin.
Roughly Bob pushed her onto the dirty smelly mattress. It was a hot summer�s day and humidity was worse in the small windowless room. As Bob removed her underpants, Nicole felt a brush of air making contact with her damp sensitive skin between her legs. She looked down to see that Bob was burying his nose and mouth in her panties, and knew where her missing underwear had gone. “Oooh so sweet�.” He muttered�.”Now for the real thing�..” He turned his attention back to Nicole and stared lewdly at the sweet spot between her long bare legs, and the small turf of pubic hair surrounding the small pink crack.
Nicole resisted the natural desire to squeeze her legs shut, as the lecher dove between her legs and explored her sensitive folds with his nose, tongue and mouth. “I love long dark haired bitches like you with ivory white skin, ice queens on the outside, but smoldering
White heat on the insides�.” She could feel his wet tongue probing the entrance of her vagina, probing, exploring the area before wiggling into the warm inviting interior. Suddenly, it was gone as Bob stood-up and quickly tore his singlet and pants off.
Nicole noted with dismay that Bob was even more disgusting in the raw. His chest, under arms and beer belly were covered with coarse black hair, and as he removed his stained and filthy underwear, a gust carried the smell of stale urine and semen over to her nostrils. An immense phallus unleashed itself and Nicole noted that it was at full erection, throbbing obscenely with the tip capped a drop of clear fluid.
She flinched as Bob crawled over her lithe supple form and raised her arms above her head. In one swift motion, he whipped out a pair of handcuffs from below the pillows and anchored her wrists together over the bed posts. She had no chance to protest as lecher moved his coarse hands all over her body. He started kissing her arms and slowly moved downwards towards her left arm-pit, pausing for a while as he noted the smooth damp cleft, before burying his nose and mouth in the highly ticklish area. He took his time to explore the exposed sensitive area, savoring her sweet natural scent. Goose bumps
Appeared on Nicole’s skin, as it was aroused by the unbearably ticklish sensation and she twisted and turn but was helpless as her body was trapped beneath Bob’s massive of blob.
Nicole: “This was not part of the bargain��”
Bob : “Fuck the bargain, I never ever thought that I would ever lay my hands on a prime piece of real estate like you. I have seen college bitches like you from the down town areas, with your trendy clothes and superior attitude, you don’t expect me to pass of a chance like this do you?”
Nicole could hardly breathe as she was pinned underneath his immense bulk. His coarse chest hair was rubbing against her supple skin and she could feel his putrid breath and smell his overwhelming body odor. Bob suddenly got off the bed and left the room, returning a minute later with his equally disgusting son, Jessie.
Nicole had seen Jessie several times and he resembled his father in every aspect, if anything, Jessie would turn out even more disgusting then his father as he had severe acne problem all over his body and face.
Bob smiled: “It seemed such a waste to have a prize like you to myself so I bought you some company, you know Jessie, and since Jessie has not had much success with other girls, we thought he can start with you��”
Nicole was horrified: “No, please, I change my mind, just let me go and I will leave now”
Her question was only greeted by silence, and a conspirational smile between father and son.
Jessie: “Ohhh I want her now dad, can I please have her please”
Bob: “Well we can share, you start on top and I begin below”
Nicole let loose an ear piercing scream, but was silenced immediately by a gag tied around her mouth. Jessie had taken of his clothes and she was horrified to see his body covered with acne scars and pimple. He had obviously been scratching some of them and there was puss oozing from the broken pores. With eager hands Jessie started fondling her breasts, kneading them and pinching her unresponsive nipples. He was salivating as he hungrily latched on to her right nipple with his mouth and tongue, sucking hungrily, whilst the rest of his hands continued to prod and feel her body� moving finally to her left breast and painfully pinching her left nipple.
Bob moved between Nicole’s legs. She tried to squeeze them shut, Noting her resistance Bob gave a nod to his son and Jessie promptly fastened his teeth around Nicole’s right nipple. The intense pain caught Nicole by surprise and she relaxed her legs for a moment, which was all the time Bob needed to pry her legs open and settle his bulk between them. This time, he ran his nose and tongue up along her right inner thigh, savoring her silky smooth skin, as he inserted his index finger painfully into her vagina, taking his time to explore the warm moist confines. Suddenly, Bob’s tongue and mouth moved up her leg to settle on her vagina and he started sucking at the sensitive folds like a vacuum cleaner with his index fingers still inserted.
In spite of herself, Nicole could feel a warm urgent need building within her. Suddenly she gasped as Bob’s probing tongue found the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Bob could feel her body tense and focused on the sensitive nub, lashing again and again at it with his tongue. Nicole could feel a warm sticky wetness spreading between her legs and Bob finally pulled his finger out of the now wet orifice, examining it in fascination. Nicole could see the finger was wet, he placed it to his nostrils and inhaled, savoring the scent, before inserting it back into her vagina.
In the mean time, Jessie was exploring every nook and cranny of her body with his tongue and mouth, leaving a slick sticky trail of saliva across both her breasts and nipples. Nicole shuddered as she felt him running his wet tongue over her exposed left armpit, working his way slowly all the way down the side of her stomach. Jessie stopped and said� Ohhh she does not like that Dad, well I am gonna paint her body with my spit” he laughed.
This time he latched on to her left nipple and sucked hungrily on it again and again. After a while he smiled in triumph and said. “Look, I got one little pinky nippy hard and erect, lets see about the other one now”
Nicole tried to fight the wave of pleasure that was slowly engulfing her body. She could not believe that the two perverts could be having this undesired effect on her. But little by little she could feel the small bolts of electricity spreading quickly across her body. Her legs want slack and her whole body relaxed as she unwillingly surrendered to the insistent tongue that was lashing at her clitoris, and the mouth that was sucking on her now erect nipples.
Bob continued his relentless sweet assault on Nicole’s now engorged clitoris, lashing at it with his tongue. He could taste the vagina juices that were slowly invading Nicole’s moist folds and hungrily covered the sensitive nub of her clitoris entirely with his mouth, sucking hard at it and taking in the juices. This sent bolts of electricity through the length of Nicole’s body as the first tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm took hold.
Nicole tried to block the waves of pleasure, but Bob’ tongue and mouth were merciless as they continued the sweet torment. She could feel her whole body breaking out in sweat, as every pore in her body seemed alive and awake. Bob inserted two fingers into her vagina, stroking her and sucking her clit, finally bringing her over the edge. Nicole’s body convulsed, and her back arched of the bed as the intense orgasm took complete hold of her body. She was caught totally off-guard and the alien experience overwhelmed her unaccustomed senses totally. She felt her whole body lost in an endless spiral the intense wave of intoxicating pleasure engulfed her body. It was long minutes before Nicole’s world stopped spinning and she finally regained control of her senses.
She looked down her body to see the triumph faces of Bob and Jessie. Her surrender to the intense orgasmic experience had excited both Bob and Jessie and opened the doors to the public, an invitation to them to partake in the spoils. The organs of both men were now fully erect.
Bob said to his son: “Well son, see what your old dad can do with just his tongue. That was just the starter, now for the main course”.
Bob approached her wide spread legs again. Nicole willed her legs to squeeze together, but they remained dead and motionless on the bed. The intense orgasm had totally drained her and her body was still recovering, unable to resist. Helplessly she watched as the brute approached again, as spread both her lifeless limbs. She caught a closer glimpse of Bob’s immense phallus, it was at least 16 inches long, caked in scabs and covered with infected sores which were weeping pus. The smell was nauseating as it throbs and pulsated like some mutated monster.
Bob stared at the small patch of pubic hair between her legs excitedly, and the small perfect slit that was crowned by Nicole’s little pink nub. She was still wet from her orgasm and her slipped two fingers into her vagina again, wetting his fingers with her vagina fluids and smearing it onto his obscene phallus�”Gotta get me some of the sweet honey as lubricant”�he croaked.
Without further delay, he brought the tip of the phallus into contact with her clit. Nicole flinched involuntarily as she felt the contact, images of the infected scarred organ even slightly touching her triggered a massive allergic reaction psychologically. She mentally begged in silence for a quick end. At least use a condom as he was infected with some sicko sex disease.
Bob shoved more of the throbbing member into the small tiny orifice. Nicole moaned in pain as her already abused vagina stretched to accommodate the immense invading phallus, totally unaccustomed to its bulk and size. Still recovering from her recent orgasmic trauma, Nicole’s vagina was totally unprepared for this successive invasion. The entry was made more painful as the sensitive walls of her vagina were irritated by the rough scabs and sores that covered Bob’s phallus.
But Bob was oblivious to her silent pleadings as he continued to push his phallus in, thoroughly enjoying the warm, wet embrace offered by Nicole’s smooth pink vagina. After what seemed like long minutes he finally grunted and opened his eyes as he realized he could go no further. He stared down and was pleased to see that all of his massive organ had disappeared into the small orifice. Shifting his weight to gain maximum entry, he stayed still for awhile as he savored the sheer skin to skin contact his organ had with the walls of the tightly stretched vagina.
Tears of pain streamed down Nicole’s face as Bob stretched her legs still further apart and began slowly to withdraw and insert the organ repeatedly. The constant friction made by the scabbed skin and sores of Bob’s penis against the sensitive walls of her vagina as it slid in and out only added to the pain caused by the original entry. Bob had closed his eyes as he lost himself in the act, saliva drooling down his slack jaws dripped onto the slick sweat soaked surface of Nicole’s stomach.
Jessie watched in wide-eyed amazement as his father continued the onslaught on Nicole. He could see that both her breasts were bruised from his earlier ravage and the areas of her ivory white skin that came in contact with his rough tongue and mouth had broken out in patches of red rashes. Not to be denied, he joined his father on the bed again, clamping a hungry mouth once again on her right breast. His free hand wondered over her body seeking her left breast, finally locating it and clamping Nicole’s nipples between his long dirty nails.
Nicole shrieked through the gag as a new pain added to her current discomfort. Her supple body was now completely buried under the gargantuan bulk of the two perverts. Encouraged by her reaction, Jessie moved his mouth up her right breast to her now erect nipples and attempted to engulf the entire breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily. Saliva flowed down the side of her breast on to the sweat soaked mattress. Suddenly, he released the tortured breast momentarily, took a deep breath, and then bites down hard on Nicole’s erect nipple. He could feel Nicole’s body jerk in silent protest as the bitter coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. After what seemed like long seconds, he finally released the abused nipple from between his teeth and used his tongue to lick up the small rivulets of blood running down her breast from the lacerated nipple.
The pain was overwhelming and Nicole was on the verge of blacking out from the combined assault of father and son. Bob picked up the pace, ramming his deformed organ into her mercilessly. Again and again he pounded her and Nicole’s body shook under the impact like a lifeless rag doll, held down only by Jessie’s oral ministrations on her breasts. Their sheer bulk was too much and she slipped in and out of semi-consciousness as her senses attempted to take refuge from the combined assault.
Through her haze filled mind, Nicole suddenly felt familiar warmth accumulating between her legs. The pain of the original entry in her vagina was slowly replaced by a more sinister teasing sensation. She shook her head in denial as she recognized the early signs of another approaching orgasm. The first clitoral orgasm had taken her unprepared, but this time she would not allow either Bob or Jessie to gain a second victory. She was determined to fight this round to the death and willed her body to subdue the delicious wave that was building slowly.
It had become a battle she must win, to salvage what was left of her pride and humanity. Never would she allow either perverts the satisfaction of knowing that they had conquered her body twice. But how long did she need to resist the wave of pleasure that was increasing in urgency and intensity with each second. A quick look at the clock mounted on the wall indicated it had been forty minutes since Bob’s first entry. She estimated he had to come soon, no human being could last so long.
The seconds ticked by and minutes, neither Bob nor Jessie paused in their attack, the minutes stretched on and on approaching the hour. Already the warm sensation was fast building into an urgent need, slowly but surely spreading from her vagina, threatening to engulf the rest of her body.
Nicole realized desperately that she was fast losing the battle. She was fighting not only against Bob and Jessie, but ultimately also against her own body’s forbidden desires. As the state of her arousal increased, another portion of Nicole’s body slipped from her control. She gasped as Jessie moved his mouth and tongue from her right nipple and settled on her bruised and erect left nipple, lashing at it repeatedly, covering it again in a wet slimy coat of his sticky saliva, and bringing the it to a higher state of arousal. He laughed out loud as he noticed the nipple rising to full erection, twitching it repeatedly between his fingers before returning to the left nipple with the same object in mind.
Never in her wildest dreams could Nicole have thought that the two deformed freaks of nature could provoke such hedonistic urges that were fast overwhelming her body and senses. Determined to resist she squeezed her eyes shut but realized it was useless, her body shuddered involuntarily as she felt Bob’s massive organ sliding in and out of her vagina, enjoying it as the immense organ filled her to the hilt, moving easily now in and out of the wet passage. The constant kissing of Bob’s scabby uneven organ with her distended clitoris was fast becoming unbearable. Her body glistened in a fine sheet of perspiration, slippery with a combination of sweat and saliva.
Slowly but surely the irresistible wave of pleasure spread to encompass Nicole as her entire body became taut, in anticipation of the delicious release that would follow. With a final massive thrust Bob ground his organ deeper into her, grasping her sweat slick thighs and bringing them to his bulging stomach. Nicole gasped as she felt the immense organ swell even bigger, finally triggering a delicious wave of pleasure that washed over her, spreading quickly from her vagina to the rest of her taut, sweat slick body, totally engulfing her.
Bob lifted his head with open mouth as he felt Nicole’s warm wet vagina contract around his organ, gripping it in a warm wet embrace in a series of successive convulsions. He grunted as he felt his organ release its load into her, continuing to ride her like a man
Possessed as he released more of his semen into her.
As the final vestige of control slipped from her, Nicole clenched her fist in helpless frustration as the first wave of pleasure reached a climax, arching her back again as the strong intense contractions took completely control of her body. She could feel the strong jets of semen squirting into her, and waited for the climax to subside. But there was no end in sight as her body gave in and surrendered itself to a second even more intense wave. Jessie watched in awe as both his father and Nicole were in locked the throes of the intense seizure. After 10 continuous massive ejaculations Bob withdrew his spent and shriveled organ from Nicole’s semen slick hole. He motioned for his son to take up position. “Quick you idiot, she is having multiple orgasms, lets see how long you can
Keep her at it�.”
Jessie eagerly inserted his fully erect organ in to Nicole’s still convulsing vagina. The phallus was larger than Bob’s measuring at least 19 inches, but Nicole did not seem to notice as Jessie immediately rammed the immense organ into her, in one quick motion. But he was unable to get the entire phallus into the small orifice, especially since it was still contracting in violent spasms.
He pushed again using pure brute strength and managed to slowly force another painful inch of the phallus into her. Nicole moaned as the immense phallus filled her to the brim. But she was still caught helplessly in the throes of the multiple orgasms and the full discomfort did not register completely in her feverish state of arousal. Stretched to its new limits, the immense organ immediately triggered a fresh wave of pleasure in her Vagina and Jessie proceeded to pound Nicole to the bone. Copious amounts of Bob’s semen were now squeezed out of Nicole’s vagina trickling freely down her crack and
Jessie could feel his organ slipping and sliding wetly in and out of the tightly convulsing walls of her vagina.
Nicole shook her head in helpless despair as another convulsive spasm of pleasure engulfed her. Each wave of pleasure was replaced by another higher wave of greater intensity and Nicole thought that her convulsing vagina would turn itself inside out. There was no end in sight as Jessie increased the tempo of each thrust, pounding her like a mad man.
Nicole’s eyes were glazed, her mouth dry and pouted and the creamy white complexion of her face was now flushed and red from her extended orgasm. Jessie looked down and was frustrated to note that despite his best efforts, almost a full inch of his fully erect phallus still lay outside the moist inviting confines of Nicole’s pussy. While she was still in a feverish state of arousal, he sensed that her climax was nearing its end as the convulsions of her vagina walls diminished in intensity and frequency. Seizing on this opportunity, he grasped her sweat slick thighs and repositioned himself before placing the full weight of his bulk between her legs.
It worked as the small the entire immense phallus disappeared completely into Nicole’s vagina. He stopped his pounding staying a few seconds completely embedded within her warm tight confines, never had he experienced such physical enjoyment and he wanted the moment to last for ever.
Tears of pain clouded Nicole’s eyes as her vagina was stretched beyond its physical limits. She had expected the ripping pain to bring the climax to a blissful end. Instead, her disobedient body appeared to delight in the new sensation. As Jessie resumed his pounding, he was now able to ram the entire phallus completely into her. For Nicole, each thrust provoked a fiery ripping pain in her loins which was strangely erotic, blurring the threshold between pain and pleasure.
Just as she thought that she had experienced the final stages of her last orgasm, the sheer size of Jessie’s organ triggered a final wave of unwanted pleasure. The liquid fire in her loins spread quickly. Her back arched again convulsively, with fist clenched and nipples fully erect and trusted upward, Nicole finally gave in hopelessly to the inevitable. As Jessie intensified his pounding, bolts of electricity engulfed Nicole and the final wave of orgasm gripped every muscle in her body. Seized by the final convulsions, Nicole’s body lifted in a quick succession of violent spasms almost entirely of the bed.
The final wave completely drained Nicole’s already tired and battered body of its reserves, overwhelming her senses. At long last, she slipped into blissful oblivion as her exhausted mind and body shut down completely. It was just as well as it took Jessie another hour before he shot his load into her.
Some hours later Nicole woken into a pain filled world. Her whole body was caked in dried semen and cum, and the bed sheets stuck to her back. She was curled up in a fetal position and her body was covered in red marks. Her vagina was red and sore and her pubic hair was caked in a yellow scummy discharge. Neither Bob nor Jessie was present, but they had placed the new key to her apartment on the pillow, with a note stating “Receipt for full payment of this months rental”.
-The End-

Blissful encounter

Administrator — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 10:33:02 +0000

By: dodi
Hi reader,
Its a short story of my encounter of an Indian family that visited Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia recently(January 2006). The family consisting of the parent and the brother age around 15 and the daughter much older, yes after graduated from college, age 27( they from a well off family). She told, working in a private firm in Delhi, she’s damn sexy especially her buttock more with a firm flat stomach. 1 assume the cutting will melt most of normal men, Wow…headache
It started accidentally they stayed at the same hotel a 4 star hotel located in Bukit Bintang area. I’m middle class businessmen, wife off to perak for about 2 week attending a seminar conducted by the Ministry due to her occupation. Myself felt quite horny , during entering the lift this family entered first , I was just in front accidentally my elbow brushed her breast , I just say , ‘op sorry’ none of their family noticed it. A split of second my dick raises like a flag as dirty mind starts creeping. She gave a smile unexpectedly.
Latter I found out her room just beside my room, after entering mine room about 20 minutes , I just try my luck by making a call to her , out of my wonder , she was very receptive . We talked almost 50 minutes which ended up with sex a topic that makes both of us felt very anxious for rendezvous. She said her boyfriend was not physically in contact with her since 2 months assigned to a town in India that I could not remember. During our conversation my hardened dick is already watery, and herself without shame confessed is also extremely wet.
Finally at almost 12.30 in the night, she signal me if I might just come to her room, and I willingly agreed with a yes. She�s surely assured as I�m not a stalker at the hotel and its in her room, its quite secure more ever my face a Malay is not a crook or criminal face. I love for all this years to meet an Indian due to the beautiful actress of Indian movies of Bollywood swarmed Malaysian screen.
Once entered she ushered me a plain water , we talked for almost 20 minutes , which finally she came near me and start a kiss at my cheek. I instantly kiss ferociously her mouth, passionately for about 15 minutes. during kissing session I squeezed and caressed her breast which was mounting like the famous Malaysian highest mountain, Mount kinabalu. she was impatient to touch my penis which is almost hardened like steel, as Malaysian we are quite familiar with the tropical herb that will give you superior sexual strength with the famous Tongkat Ali herb.
She seems gasping , when my dick is completely in her mouth while her fingers playing my balls , her cunt too moist and watery, more slippery than walking on a greasy pathway. She beg me enter her cunt, I was very hesitant though my testosterone level is almost like bursting. I just mention to her up to the date my Piston will only serve my wife and my lover which I managed to control, I buried my face , nose especially my tongue at her watery cunt which finally she gave a slight scream during approaching for the climax. Wow ! Only God knows the pleasure, for my penis she’s too superb to handle untill much of the sperm shot partly in her mouth an much on her face…
She managed to give her mobile no, but I tried in wain either mistakenly or purposely, but life experience with a beautiful Indian lady is nice remembrance. I sincerely seeking a beautiful Indian lady(with 36-24-36 or equivalent) to be my lover for a sexual endeavor. Hope my business will prosper and proud to have Indian beauty in my harm, 2-3months once for our sexual and wild escapade, either I go to you or you are sponsored to Malaysia. We could go wild at Malaysia famous white beach at east coast of Malaysia. Any Widow especially, divorcee and single pls mail me, Any Married lady which marriage is almost impossible for survive are much welcome. My mail lodibidor@yahoo.co
Matdi, Kuala Lumpur-Malaysia.

Cum sponge

Administrator — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:40:01 +0000

By: Monica
Christine often went to _edge play_ after work on Friday nights. Her job as a legal secretary for a law firm on Wall Street didn’t leave much room for self-expression.
The cab let her out on 14th street. After a short walk down the block, she stood before a pair of glass doors in a stainless steel frame on an, otherwise, featureless gray stucco building, the entrance to _edge play._
She walked down a short hallway, past a bdsm bookstore on the left and a novelty store on the right, around a corner and down a short hallway. She stopped to show her id to the bouncer then proceeded into a waiting elevator.
She exited the elevator on the main floor of the club into another short hallway. She passed a political poster that said:
_vote libertarian–we’re pro-choice on everything! _
Christine considered silently, “damn libertarians want to eliminate all _malum prohibitum_ laws and put me out of a job! There’d be almost no need for lawyers if the only crimes were _malum in se.”_ She sighed and continued until she found a list of scheduled events:
_misanthrope live tonight_ _big boob parade in blue dungeon at 8:00_ _branding demonstration in orange dungeon at 8:00_ _all your base are belong to us in black dungeon at 8:30_ _co ed tandem beer pissing contest in red dungeon at 9:00_ _comedy king in yellow dungeon at 9:00_ _hot male revue in white dungeon at 10:00_ _master of illusion in green dungeon at 10:00_ _slave auction in blue dungeon at 11:00_ _torture demonstration in violet dungeon at 11:00_
She’d seen all these events; there was nothing new to see tonight. She continued into the main room, walked up to the bar, ordered a pan galactic gargle blaster, and found a seat at an empty table.
_misanthrope_ was wailing out their latest death-metal hit, _rest in pieces, _ in a satanic devil voice, _”I am crazy! Don’t fuck with me baby! Chop you up into bits! While you hang from your tits!”_
She thought that Jamie, the guitarist, was cute as she finished her drink. That thought made her feel horny, and she also had to take a leak, so she stood and headed toward the alternate ladies’ room, the one with the live human toilet slaves, to piss and get her clit sucked on at the same time.
She stopped for a moment at the corkboard plastered with personal ads. Most were for masters seeking slaves, or slaves seeking masters. Others were selling bdsm paraphernalia–collars, shackles, suspension harnesses, fellatio harnesses, spreader bars, etc. A few were for more mundane items such as cars for sale, apartments for rent, and roommates wanted. Then one caught her eye.
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_female cum-sponge wanted: using a two-part harness joined at a cock ring, I will wear one part on my hips with the cock ring held tightly in place at the base of my cock, and you will wear the other part over your head with that same cock ring pressed tightly against your mouth. Thus connected, you will be my cum-sponge for a 24-hour period. I will wear you around the house throughout the day–while cooking, while eating at the table, while watching TV, while working at the computer, even while sleeping in bed. You, of course, would be expected to consume whatever secretions are deposited in your mouth. You will be disconnected only for brief moments during the day so you can change your adult diaper. I imagine I would be able to watch an entire football game while drinking a six-pack or two without once getting up once to take a whiz._
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Christine’s heart was pounding and her pussy was wet by the time she finished reading the long-winded ad. She jotted down the phone number on the back of an envelope and shoved the envelope back in her purse.
Forgetting all about using a toilet slave, she left the club and hurried home.
She arrived home shortly after 8:00 pm. Her panties were soaked from thinking about being used as a cum-sponge all the way home. She dropped her purse on the sofa and picked up the phone.
Then she set it down. Could she really call a total stranger to offer herself up to him as his sex toy for a weekend? While she had sold herself at the club’s slave auctions a few times, calling a total stranger cold was a little scary. But this was too good to pass up. She picked up the phone again and dialed the number.
A man answered the phone, “hello?”
“uhm, hi!”
“‘hi,’ to you too! Who’s this?”
“I, er, saw your ad at _edge play.”_
“my ad?”
“yeah, for a cum-sponge?”
“oh! _that_ ad! I posted that _months_ ago; I figured it got taken down by now.”
“it’s still there. You never got any answers?”
“a couple of gay guys called me a few times. Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, but I�m straight. You’re the first woman to call about it.”
“yeah, I�m a woman. I’m Christine. And you are?”
“I�m Brian. So you think you might want to be my cum-sponge?”
He didn’t sound so dominant, and Christine was feeling hesitant again. “I guess so,” she answered.
“well, okay. When do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. Any time I guess. Whenever is good for you, I suppose.”
“how about now?” he asked.
“now? I don’t know. It’s kind of late, and I don’t know if I want to go back into the city.”
“I see. Well, some other time then…”
“wait!” Christine blurted. “do you live in the city? Maybe I could come over tomorrow?”
“er, I live in jersey, up in Bergen county. You?”
“I�m out on long island. I can take the path to Hoboken if you can pick me up at the station.”
They agreed on a time and where to meet.
The next morning, Christine packed a change of clothes in a small satchel and boarded the lirr into penn station in Manhattan. From there she boarded a path train to new jersey and rode it to the end of the line at Hoboken.
She came up out of the portal onto the sidewalk and looked around.
Her heart was pounding again at what she was about to do, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone said, “Christine?”
She spun around to see a tall guy with brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a bright yellow tee shirt that said, “I came on Eileen” in dark red letters.
“hi! Brian?” she asked.
“yeah. So, uhm, you ready?”
They walked around the corner and stopped in front of an old 1950’s era ford thunderbird. The glossy paint was dark green with a narrow yellow stripe running up along the front door seam across the hood and back down the other door seam. It also had the number “2″ panted in white on the back fenders, and had the strangest looking rear spoiler that looked a lot like a row of square jet engines.
Christine commented, “ford thunderbird, huh?”
“yeah! You can say I�m a thunderbird fan.” he opened the door for her and she got in.
She tossed her satchel into the back seat and sat in the car. He got in the driver’s side, popped a tape into the stereo, and drove off to the sound of _cass carnaby five_ playing their hit single, _dangerous game._
Traffic was light as he drove cross streets and got on route 78 to the Pulaski skyway through jersey city. Then he got on the garden state parkway and headed north.
“how far is your house from here?” she asked.
“we’re almost to the danger zone,” he answered.
“almost there, you mean?”
“f.a.b.” he answered.
A few minutes later, he got off the parkway into a residential area. He turned into a development of small houses and after a bit of meandering, turned into a driveway and pulled into a garage next to another old ford thunderbird, numbered “1.” thunderbird 1 was painted silver, and had a small rocket-like nose cone welded to the hood.
Christine followed Brian into his house and into the living room.
“well,” he said. “here we are.”
“yeah, here we are. So what do you want me to do?”
“wait here a sec,” he said and went off down a hallway. He returned a few minutes later with a larger Tupperware box. Opening it revealed a box of adult diapers and a leather harness with all kinds of straps, buckles, and rings.
“this is it,” he said as he lifted the harness from the box.
“yeah,” she answered, getting impatient with his bashful demeanor, “now what?”
“do you need to use the bathroom or anything first?”
“I�m fine,” she said, wishing he would get on with it already.
“then, uhm, I guess you should take off your clothes.”
She swallowed and did as told. She leaned over and pulled her shoes off. Next, she pulled her blouse over her head. Then she unbelted her jeans and let them drop. She pulled her socks off next, leaving herself standing there in just a bra and panties.
She turned around and said, “can you unfasten my bra?”
“sure,” he answered as he fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. She pulled her bra off her shoulders and faced him again. “you want my panties off too, right?”
“yeah,” he answered picking up the box of adult diapers. She leaned down, and pulled her panties down her legs and kicked them to one side as he opened the box and handed her a diaper.
Standing before him completely nude, she asked him, “do I really have to wear that?”
“yeah. I’ll be wearing you non-stop. You’ll be able to go to the bathroom without breaking us apart. I’ll only have to remove you once or twice a day so you can change your diaper.”
Christine wasn’t too happy about wearing the diaper. She knew that she could hold her pee until he let her use the toilet, but she knew that being a sub requires obedience, so she put the diaper on. She hoped that he would also want to fuck her, and this diaper would just get in the way of that.
“and you’re going to restrain my hands and arms so I can’t move or get away, right?”
“I wasn’t planning to restrain your hands, but I guess I can if you want me to.”
“I think you should want to,” she told him.
“okay,” he answered. He reached into the box and pulled out two sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. “put your arms behind your back.”
She did so, and he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. Then he kneeled and placed another set of cuffs on her ankles.
“now get on your knees,” he told her.
She suddenly realized that it would be nearly impossible to get down on her knees without falling with her wrists and ankles shackled. With a bit of gyrating, she managed to get on her knees without falling.
She looked up at him and asked with a grin, “what next?”
“hold your horses, cum-sponge. I’ll be right back.” he took the harness and went back down the hallway for several minutes. Her heart was pounding even harder than ever, and she could already feel her diaper getting wet as her pussy gushed moisture.
When he returned, he was naked except for half the harness around his hips and the cock ring held snugly at the base of his dick, just as promised. The head half of the harness hung loosely from the ring.
He stepped up to her, facing her with his cock throbbing just inches from her face.
“now open your mouth,” he said.
She opened her mouth and he stepped forward sliding his cock into it. Staring into his pubic hair, she felt him grabbing the straps and buckling them around the back of her head. Each time he buckled a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth. He continued to buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth, making her gag. He buckled the last few straps forcing his cock down her throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily.
“calm down, bitch!” he scolded her. “you’ll get used to it.”
What a sudden change in attitude! But she could hardly hear him as she gasped in pain struggling to breathe. She willed herself to clamp her throat muscles down on the head of his cock so she could stop the gagging. Still, she couldn’t breathe and she struggled to resist panicking.
Then, _gaaaaa! _ his cock was throbbing and she tasted that familiar gamy taste. He was moaning and coming down her throat, reactivating her gag reflex even worse than before. The pain was incredible and she felt like she would pass out any moment. He finally spent himself and said, “move your ass, bitch, I want to sit down.”
This time, she panicked. She couldn’t breathe and the gag reflex was uncontrollable. She felt like she was about to puke from her gagging.
He dragged her by the head as he walked slowly backward, then he yanked her head down into his lap as he sat on the sofa.
She had managed to fight the gag reflex, but her lungs were screaming in pain and she was feeling so lightheaded from lack of oxygen.
“okay, cunts,� he said, �just relax and breathe.”
The pain was subsiding and she was getting lightheaded, then she realized that his dick had shrunk after coming and found that she could now breathe through her nose. The lightheadedness went away after a couple of slow, measured breaths.
She took stock in her position then. He was sitting on the sofa and she was kneeling between his legs with her neck stretched out and her mouth glued to his cock. The TV was on but couldn’t recognize the show. She heard someone say, “he’s dead, Jim!” but didn’t recognize the voice, and figured the he must be watching some crime drama.
Her breathing finally became regular and relaxed again, but she was having serious doubts about this. “damn!” she thought, “I wish I have given him a safe-word or stop signal!”
After a couple of minutes, the phone rang. She heard him pick up the TV remote and then heard the vcr buzzing as it started taping the show. He turned off the TV and answered the phone, “hello?”
“oh, hi john.”
“yeah? The guys are going out for a bar crawl tonight?”
“sorry, dude. I, sort of, have a date tonight. Where are you going?”
“yeah? Eddies is cool!”
“live band? Who?”
“cool! _eternia mortis_ rocks! Wish I could go with you guys!”
“now, I can’t.”
“yeah, Kathy likes me? Who said?”
“Debbie told Gary, and he told you? Well, tell Kathy ‘hi!’ for me. But don’t tell her I know she likes me.”
“maybe I�ll call her next week.”
“eh, she’s okay looking, I guess.”
“yeah, I might fuck her or I might not. I don’t know yet.”
“well, I�ll tell you about her later. Say ‘hi’ to the guys for me.”
“yeah, bye.”
He hung the phone up and then said, “I�m hungry. I’m going to stand and walk into the kitchen.”
Christine got ready as he yanked her head up while he stood, pulling her up by the head and neck. He then walked slowly forward forcing her to crawl backward on her knees. She couldn’t see anything other than his curly pubic hair heading up toward his stomach. Again she began to breathe faster with the exertion and she starts gagging on his cock.
Still, he walked and steered her head by turning his hips. Gradually, they made it to the kitchen. She couldn’t tell what he was doing since she was staring into his muff, but she heard him rooting through the refrigerator. He walked a little more and heard him put something in a microwave. He went back to the fridge and took not one, but two beers out. _Christ! _ she thought. _I hope he doesn’t piss in my mouth! _
A minute later, the microwave chimed and he took out something that smelled like pizza.
Then he pushed her by the head back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa.
He turned the TV back on and started watching a football game. He started eating the pizza and sipping his beer.
He lifted his legs up and rested them on her back, and squeezed her head between his thighs as crossed his ankles.
She started working her tongue around his shaft finally trying to enjoy the scene. Unfortunately, he was enjoying it too and he quickly got hard again. Christine started gagging on his dick again as it forced itself to the back of her mouth and past her throat. She started choking as he, once again, shot a wad of cum down her throat. Her body started bucking again and her eyes started watering as she was suffocating and choking on his cum. After what seemed like an eternity while her lungs screamed in pain for air, his dick started shrinking just before she felt that she was about to pass out. This time, she was able to catch her breath a little quicker and suck some air in through her nose a little easier than before.
Brian seemed to get excited about something at the game as he jerked her head and yelled at the TV, “how could you miss that pass, you jerk!”
She heard him take another bite of pizza and another gulp of beer. A commercial came on the TV and then his limp dick started coming in her mouth again. But, _ghaaa! _ it wasn’t cum–he was pissing in her mouth! _oh god! Oh, gross! _
Thank god his dick was limp; she tried to gulp his piss down as fast as she could.
“hey!” he shouted. “you’re dribbling piss onto my sofa you filthy bitch!”
Christine tried to say, “I�m sorry, master.”
He yelled “oww! You fucking bit me, you damn whore!” as he slapped the back of her head with his hand.
Christine winced at the sudden sharp pain, but remained silent since she couldn’t talk anyway.
He stood and dragged her into the bathroom, grabbed a couple of towels, wet one, and then dragged her back to the sofa. He wiped the sofa with the wet towel and then placed the dry towel on the sofa and sat back down dragging her head down as he sat.
“you make me miss any of the game, and I�m really going to hurt you bitch!”
Christine tried to relax with her neck stretched and her head securely fastened to his crotch. His cock throbbed in her mouth almost continuously as he watched the game. Time crawled by as the football game slowly advanced. He drank one beer, and then pissed in her mouth again. As the game bore on, he drank the second beer and pissed in her mouth yet again. Christine thought this game would never end, but it finally ended when Brian jumped up, jerking her head up by the neck yelling, “whoohoo!”
He fell back down on the sofa, yanking her head back down again. A moment later, she heard a _pffft_ sound from under her chin and smelled his fart a moment later. The stench was so strong that she started to cough, causing his cock in her mouth to get erect, causing her to choke yet again.
Again, he stood and dragged her backward as she choked on his hard cock. She managed to catch a few breaths as he walked her to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with her chin resting on the cold front edge of the toilet seat.
_oh gross! _ she thought. _please don’t take a crap with my face plastered to your crotch! _
He started by pissing in her mouth yet again, which she managed to swallow without dribbling any down her chin. Then he farted once more, and then she heard a plopping sound accompanied by water splashing against her chin. The stink attacked her nose a split second later. He shit out another lump, and then another. She struggled to keep from puking.
Just as she felt that the urge to puke was about to overtake her, he stood, flushed, and wiped his ass.
He returned to the living room, still dragging her by the mouth, and sat on the sofa again.
He flipped channels and started watching a movie. She sat there patiently through the movie with her face glued to his crotch. Halfway through the movie, his cock got hard again. She was getting used to breathing with the head of his cock pushing itself down her throat, but then it started throbbing as he started moaning. Yes, he began pumping cum down her throat again. She resisted the impulse to gag as she swallowed his load. Pinching the head of his cock with her throat muscles as she swallowed only seemed to prolong his coming.
She caught her breath as he got small again. The movie played itself out, and then he stood.
He forced her back into the bathroom and into the shower stall. He leaned down and peeled the tape holding her diaper on, and pulled it off her and tossed it into the trash next to the toilet. Then he turned on the water and proceeded to take a shower. With her kneeling with her face pressed against his crotch, the splashing waster drenched her head and gushed down her face making it difficult to breathe. Still, she managed to take in air without inhaling too much water. _god!_ she thought as he took his sweet time in the shower, brushing his teeth, washing his hair, soaping himself up, rinsing off, and even shaving, the whole time.
She even had to piss by now, so she relieved herself, letting her pee mix down the drain with the shower water.
Finally finished, he stepped out of the shower, and then unbuckled the harness from her head.
She slid her mouth off his cock and handed her the package of diapers saying, “put on a fresh diaper, bitch.”
She didn’t answer, but obediently took out a fresh diaper and put it on.
He then grabbed her hair, pushed his cock back into her mouth, and buckled the harness around her head again.
The day almost over, he dragged her into the bedroom and stepped up to the bed, pulling his blankets down and pushing her back onto it. She crawled onto the bed with her feet at the headboard as he mounted her. As she lay on her back underneath him, with his legs straddling her head cock, he placed a pillow on her crotch and rested his head down. His weight upon her seemed to push his cock even deeper down her throat than before. Lying together so, he pulled the blankets up over her head and body.
She felt him squirm a few times. _god! _ she thought, _it’s fucking hot with my head under the blankets like this! _
She lay there under his weight trying to breathe without gagging. Then he started pumping her mouth. With her head strapped tightly to his hips, it felt like he was trying to rip her head off. Her neck was already sore from the rest of the day and this was sheer torture. After several minutes, he finally came yet again. He pressed his cock down her throat with even more force and pumped her throat full of cum. She wondered how many times a guy could cum in a day.
Finally satisfied, he farted into her nose, and then fell to slumber. Then the snoring started. She lay there awake the whole night, feeling crushed and straining to breathe under the weight of his body. Under the blankets, his fart took a while to dissipate. Even in sleep, his cock throbbed and quivered throughout the night, tickling the back of her mouth and once, even erupting in cum, presumably during a wet dream.
As the night dragged on, she felt the urge to pee, yet she held it in, not knowing if that diaper would keep her pee from leaking out onto his sheets.
Hours passed, and finally morning came. He stirred, yawned, and lifted his body up by the arms, forcing his cock deep into her mouth yet again. He peed down her throat and then pumped her throat full of cum.
He pulled the blankets off them, and dragged her out of bed by his hips. No longer able to hold her pee in, she pissed into her diaper as she crawled along in front of him.
He walked slowly into the bathroom, pushing her along with him as she crawled backwards on her knees and ankles. He un-strapped the harness from her head, giving her a beautiful breath of fresh air.
“you can change your diaper, use the toilet, and do what a woman’s got to do,” he said, “then I�ll be back for you in about ten minutes.”
He went off into the kitchen, and she took the opportunity to remove her diaper and use the toilet. She peed a little more, sponged all the night’s sweat off her body, and washed her face. She removed another diaper from the bag and put it on just as he opened the bathroom door.
She dropped to her knees when he entered, and he strapped her head back into the harness, returning his cock to its rightful place inside her mouth.
He walked back into the kitchen, took something off the counter that _clinked, _ then sat at his dining table, forcing her to kneel under the table with her head between his thighs.
After a while, she felt his limp cock stream hot piss into her mouth again. She swallowed it.
A moment later, he stood, returned to the kitchen to place his dishes in the sing, than dragged her over to his computer desk. Now he sat at his computer as she kneeled under the desk with her head strapped to his crotch.
He stayed there the rest of the day, occasionally getting hard then soft, coming once, and peeing a couple of times. The day dragged on like this for hours until evening came.
Finally, he stood and walked back to the bathroom. He un-strapped her head once again. She sighed, relieved to get a few clear breaths for the second time.
“well,” he said.
She looked up at him. “‘well’ what?”
“you hungry? Or thirsty? For real food I mean? Or are you too full of my cum and piss?”
“yeah, I�m a little hungry,” she answered as she stood.
_man, my legs fucking hurt from crawling around on my knees for two whole fucking days! _
She rubbed her legs for a moment then faced him.
“well, I guess you can shower or whatever while I nuke us some pizza, okay?”
“yeah, sure.”
He walked away towards the kitchen, and Christine took a well-needed shower.
She finished her shower and came out just as Brian was serving the pizza on the dining table.
She joined him at the table. She was wrapped in a towel, but otherwise they were both still naked.
“anyway,” Brian started to say, “I guess I can take you back to the train after we eat.”
“oh? You want to get rid of me now?”
“well, my ad said for 24-hours. You mean you want to be my cum-sponge for longer?”
“well, I don’t have to be to work until tomorrow morning. Maybe you would enjoy me in, well, other ways?”
They finished eating and Brian took Christine�s hand. He led her into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap as he sat. He took one of her breasts in his hand and twiddled her nipple between his fingers. He pressed his mouth to hers and they began exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.
After a while, he fell back, pulling her down next to him. He rolled her onto her back and climbed onto her supine body, placing his legs between hers. He lowered his head down and kissed her again. She eagerly took his kiss and groped inside each other’s mouths with their tongues for several more minutes.
Christine knew how wet she was after this intense weekend, and she could feel his hard-on poking her pussy.
“eat me first!” she urged.
He crawled down her body. Now it was his turn to bury his face in her crotch. Christine moaned in pleasure as he licked all around her pussy. He licked her left thigh, up across her muff, and down the other thigh.
“oh, yes! Tease me!” she crooned.
He moved inward, licking up and down the creases between her legs and her pussy lips. Then he plunged his tongue into her cunt. He licked up over her hole up to her clit and back down again. Then he licked up along one side of her pussy, over the top of her clit, and back down the other side.
“oh man! Oh man!” she screamed. “suck my clit! Suck my clit!”
He obliged and began licking her clit and then sucking on it, sucking it into his mouth.
Christine never came so hard! She bucked and quaked as Brian held her clit inside his mouth with his powerful suction.
Christine caught her breath as Brian crawled back up her body, poking her pussy with his cock once again. She reached down and pulled his ass down, letting her impatience get the better of her. She felt him poking, trying to get it into the hole, and then he slid into her. She had a talent of her own–she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles so tight that he let out a “yelp” of pleasure. She continued milking his cock with her pussy and it didn’t take long for him to explode into her, surprising her that he could come again and again over the past two days.
After Brian had spent himself, Christine said, “it’s _my_ turn now!”
“what?” Brian asked as Christine pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
“yes, my turn! Good night lover,” she said as she gave him a quick kiss and draped her head over his shoulder next to his, and closed her eyes.
Exhaustion had its rewards as she fell asleep almost immediately on top of him as he stroked her back with his hands.
They woke together the next morning, so they repeated their performance.
Again, Brian crawled down under the covers and teased her all around her pussy until she couldn’t stand it any more and she bode him to suck her clit. As before, he sucked her clit into his mouth bringing her to climax so fast she could hardly believe herself.
He climbed back up and jammed his hard cock into her wet pussy and came one last time before they had to get up to leave.
Brian’s alarm clock rang out at 8:00 and they both took a quick shower together and hurriedly dressed.
Brian led Christine down to the garage and got back into thunderbird 2, and he drove her back to the path station in Hoboken.
Brian stopped the car, saying, “it was sure a fun weekend, Christine!”
“yeah, it was pretty good. I hope this wasn’t the last time you’ll want a cum sponge.”
“no, I hope it wasn’t the last time.”
“good! You have my number.” she gave him a quick kiss before she exited the car and hurried for the train to work.
* end *

Daughter’s girlfriend

Administrator — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 10:12:01 +0000

By: ISS
My entire outlook on sex has turned around in the past year, and
I must admit that it has been a turn for the better. I am a
thirty-five-year-old business woman who has been devorced for
five years, and I am trying to get my daughter through college. I
have tried to keep myself in relatively good shape so that I will
remain attractive to the opposite sex.
About six months ago I was out on a date with an old friend of
mine. My daughter, Suzanne, was at home with two of her friends
from the local college, and she didn`t expect me home until much
later. I had no sooner arrived at my friends house than I got the
worst headache ever. After about thirty minutes I realized that I
would be no fun for the evening. I apologized to tom and returned
home.
I came in the back door of my town house and was ready to tell
Suzanne that I was home, when I heard giggling coming from the
basement. I walked over to look downstairs and almost fainted!
Suzanne, Carol and Amy were all sitting around on the floor in
various stages of undress. At first I was furious, but then I
decided to watch and listen to what was going on. Amy had the
least on, a skimpy pair of light-blue bikini panties. My daughter
had her jeans on, but nothing else. Carol had on a flannel shirt,
which was unbuttoned, revealing well-developed breasts.
Her friend Amy is a real beauty, with long blonde hair, a great
face and a great body. As I watched, I heard Amy telling the
other two how great it felt to have her breasts touched. She
began lightly touching the undersides of her breasts with the
palms of her hands until her nipples were erect. Then she began
squeezing each one firmly, rubbing especially hard around each
nipple. As she rubbed herself pasionately, she urged each girl to
try it. Suzanne was giggling, saying she hoped it would make them
grow, and Carol was just looking on in a daze as she touched each
breast lightly. After about two or three minutes the giggling
stopped and the heavy breathing began. I didn`t know what to do.
I wanted to yell, but I couldn`t.
Now Amy gently removed carols shirt and told her how beautiful
she was and how the guys must love to fondle and suck her
breasts. She told Carol to close her eyes. Amy lowered her head
to her neck and began kissing her. She soon moved down to carol`s
huge breasts and started to lick the underside of each one.
Carol`s nipples really grew. They looked like huge acorns. Amy
now began sucking them. Carol had not said a word. As her sucking
became more intense, I saw her slide her right hand into Carol`s
panties. At first lightly and then harder, she rubbed Carol`s
clitoris in a circular motion, every once in while sliding a
finger into her pussy. I found myself becoming quite aroused and
puzzled. I walked back outside and decided to make a loud
entrance so the girls would hear me coming into the house.
I waited about five minutes after making lots of noise with my
car. When I came in the door I was greeted by a “Hi,Mom” from
downstairs. I slowly walked down the stairs and smelled the aroma
that only a woman can make when she is excited. I told the girls
that I had had a headache and decided to come home. Amy asked if
I`d mind giving her a lift back to the dorm and I said I wouldn`t
mind at all.
We left Suzanne and Carol and got into the car. I asked Amy if
she had any other plans for the evening, when she suddenly
started to cry. I asked her what was the matter and she said that
she never had any plans or dates. Amy was the most beautiful
young girl I had ever seen. I told her this, and she replied that
because of that, guys were afraid to ask her out. She began
crying harder as I pulled into the parking lot of her dorm. I
shut off the engine and put my arm around her to comfort her. I
told her that I had similar in college and that the right guy
would come along for her. She turned toward me to hug me and
thank me.
As I returned the embrace, I accidentally brushed her against her
right breast. As if spellbound, I couldn`t move my hand. Amy
positioned herself so that her breast was now flat against my
hand. My passion overcame me. I started squeezing her breast
softly. She looked me straight in the eyes and kissed me softly
on the lips. My lips met hers almost mechanically, and I felt her
delicious tongue parting my lips and entering the warmth of my
willing mouth. I was now kissing her more passionately than I had
ever kissed any man.
She began telling me how beautiful I was as her hand gently
stroked my thighs. I couldn`t believe what was happening. She
took my hand and led me out of the car and into her dorm. My head
was spinning and my knees were weak. I felt my panties sticking
to my pussy. We enterned her room and she immediately locked the
door behind us.
We drew close and clumsily began undressing each other. She threw
off her panties and moved me to the bed. I still had my skirt on
but she laid me down on the bed and slid my panties and panty
hose off at the same time. For the next fifteen minutes we wildly
kissed, stroked and sucked each other`s breasts lips and legs.
Finally Amy the outer folds of my pussy. She started stroking my
clit, entering my pussy every two or three circles. I grabbed her
head and pulled it to me. Our lips and tongues met and I told her
how much I wanted her. She spread my legs and pushed her pussy
against mine.
I lifted my legs so that my ankles were resting on her shoulders.
Amy`s hands were now flat on the bed, one on either side of my
shoulders. Her knees were now almost under my ass as we began to
grind together in a steady rythem. I opened my eyes and looked up
at my beautiful lover. Amy was gazing at me and licking her lips
seductively. I felt my entire body begin to shake as my orgasm
came on. we both exploded within seconds. It was the most
incredible sex I had ever had. Amy collapsed on top of me, and I
must have drifted off for a few minutes.
I woke up to feel Amy`s hot and tender tongue licking the entire
length of my pussy. Each time she licked quicker and quicker and
penetrated my pussy a bit deeper. Finally her pace was incredibly
quick and I felt all the heat in my body rushing to my pussy. She
then stopped and said she had a suprise for me. She returned in a
second and inched her body up along mine. I suddenly felt
something pressing against my pussy lips. She had gotten a
double-headed dildo. With almost no effort she slipped the
twelve-inch monster into me. We gave it our best shot and fucked
each other several times. The best position for us was when amy
entered my pussy from behind.
After a long while I looked at the clock and realized that I had
been with her for almost four hours. I quickly dressed, kissed my
beautiful Amy, and drove home. Carol had apparently departed and
Suzanne was asleep. I don`t know how long our relationship will
last, as Amy is graduating soon. I have enjoyed every minute.
Although I still love men, a beautiful woman is probably the best
sexual partner for me. Ladies, if you haven`t tried it, you
should.

First party

Administrator — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 10:37:02 +0000

First party
By: ISS
The evening was not going well and Cheryl knew it. Only fifteen,
she had almost passed out when a college junior had asked her here.
Telling her mother and father that she was going to a girlfriends house
for the night, she met her date, Billy, at a convenience store near her
home. Just getting in the car made her feel much older than her years.
Now, several hours later, sitting on a couch in a crowded
fraternity house, she was feeling like fifteen again. A bunch of guys
had made a big fuss over her when she first arrived but quickly turned
their attentions to girls who were much older than she. While she had
danced a couple dances, even her own date seemed to have abandoned her.
She hadn’t seen him in over 45 minutes. And, after the several drinks
she had been given and the joints she had been offered, she was feeling
a bit high and drowsy. At this point, all she wanted to do was head
for home.
As the party droned on, Cheryl found it harder and harder to
concentrate on what was going on. All of the conversations seemed to
merge into one and the music seemed to enter into a slow motion mode.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, quickly falling
asleep.
She woke with a start to find that the blaring music had been
quieted down and that the crowd had thinned considerably. Soft music
was gently playing in the background and the bright lights had been
dimmed to mild shadows. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that a
couple had joined her on the couch. Glancing to her left, she saw the
two locked in a deep kiss. Cheryl saw that the girls hand was on the
guys crotch and was slowly rubbing it.
Looking away, Cheryl felt flushed and hoped that the couple hadn’t
noticed her staring. Across the room, she saw a girl laying on the
floor between two guys. The girls sweater had been pushed up and one
of the guys was playing with and sucking on her bare breasts. The
other guy lay kissing the girl with his hand resting between her legs.
In fact, everywhere she looked, there were people making out.
From the hallway she heard the sound of a girl moaning softly and,
though dark, she could make out an outline of a couple making love.
Suddenly, out of no where, her date appeared. Billy sat down hard
next to her and the couple next to them on the couch adjusted a bit to
their left. Cheryl glanced over and saw that the girls head had made
its way down and had replaced her hand at the guys crotch. She stared
as she realized that the girl had the guys cock in her mouth and was
slowly sucking up and down on it.
“So, what’s doin’,” Billy asked her quietly.
The sound of his voice made her jump.
“Nothing, I guess I fell asleep,” Cheryl replied.
“I’ll say, you were out for about an hour. You OK?” he asked.
“I think so.”
Billy leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Cheryl felt
herself flush and, in spite of herself, getting excited.
“What ya want ta do?” Billy asked.
“I don’t know,” Cheryl replied, answering honestly. She had only
ever kissed a boy once before and that boy was as nervous as she was.
She had heard girlfriends talk about going all the way and about sex
but had figured most of them were lying about it. Anyway, Billy was a
nice guy and she figured he wouldn’t press her for something she didn’t
want to do. She felt Billy’s arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her
closer to him.
Cheryl again felt Billy reach to kiss her only this time he pulled
her closer to him. As she tried to relax, she felt his tongue press
against her lips.
“Relax,” he whispered softly, “Just relax and let yourself go
some.”
Cheryl let her lips part a bit and felt Billy’s tongue enter her
mouth. A combination of the pot, the drinks, and being overly tired
played against Cheryl’s ability to resist. Besides, she was enjoying
all of this too much to stop.
As they sat there kissing, Cheryl felt Billy’s hand slide up her
blouse and cup a breast through the material. No one had ever touched
her like that before and she felt a low, soft moan escape her lips.
Billy took that as permission to go on.
Billy slowly pulled away from her and leisurely began to unbutton
her blouse from the top. Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed his hands,
stopping him, but Billy gently released himself from her grip and
continued until her blouse hung softly open.
Cheryl tensed as she felt Billy reach behind her and fumble with
the hooks of her bra. Again she leaned forward and tried to stop him,
this time by trying to divert his attention with a kiss. Billy kissed
her back, again thrusting his tongue into her mouth, but continued to
work on the hooks.
Cheryl felt a sudden relaxation of material as the bra hooks
snapped open. Pulling away from her slightly, Billy lifted the bra
cups above Cheryl’s breasts. Cheryl felt a shiver as Billy leaned
forward and took a small nipple into his mouth. She looked around the
room, sure that everyone there was staring at her. To her surprise, no
one even noticed. In fact, everyone seemed to have progressed much
further than they had when she last noticed them.
The threesome on the floor in front of her had stripped completely
and the girl was straddling one of the guys while the other guy knelt
in front of her. In the shadows, Cheryl could see the outline of the
guy’s cock sliding in and out of the girl’s body at two locations.
Next to her, she saw that the girl was continuing to work on the
guy’s cock with her mouth as the guy slowly stroked her hair. She
could see the faint, shadowy outline of his cock slowly slide in and
out of the girls mouth.
Quickly, Cheryl’s attention was turned back to Billy. She felt
herself being pushed sideways towards the other couple on the couch as
Billy lowered his head to her chest. She could feel the warmth of the
boy’s body beside her and felt the girl’s hair tickle her bare neck as
the girl’s head bobbed up and down. Billy was gently sucking a nipple
shooting feelings through Cheryl’s body that she had never known
before. As she tried to relax she felt the other boy’s hand slowly
slide over her shoulder and come to rest on her bare breast, lightly
fingering the nipple.
If Billy noticed the other boy’s hand, he didn’t react. Instead,
Cheryl felt his hand high on her leg, slowly moving up her thigh until
it came to rest between her legs. There she felt Billy slowly start to
caress her through the course jean material.
Cheryl’s mind began to race. She wasn’t sure she was ready for
all of this but she really didn’t know how to go about stopping it.
The idea of having sex was both exciting and frightening, the idea of
doing what the girls she had seen doing, sucking on guy’s cocks with
their mouths, was terrifying. Her thoughts were interrupted when she
felt Billy grab her hand and urge her to the floor below. As she slid
from the couch, the other guy who had been feeling her breast gave it
one last firm squeeze, sending a chill of almost pleasant pain through
Cheryl’s body.
Cheryl began to lay down on the floor but Billy stopped her and
began to undo her belt. Cheryl thought to herself that this was going
to be it, if she let him do this, she would have let go of all control.
She allowed him to loosen her belt and unhook her jeans. Lifting
herself a bit, she felt Billy’s hands work the tight slacks down her
hips and off of her legs.
Now laying there clad only in her panties and loosened bra and
shirt, Cheryl felt herself wanting to cry and run out of the house.
But things had gone much to far for that, and she didn’t want anyone
there to think of her as only a child. She wanted Billy to like her
and, because she was terribly afraid that he wouldn’t if she didn’t go
along, she let him proceed.
Billy lay almost on top of her and began to kiss her, thrusting
his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt his hands roving over
her body, cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, running across her
stomach and laying gently between her legs. Slowly she felt his head
leaving her face and, gingerly licking her neck, move down and again
take a nipple into his mouth. She felt her breasts grow sensitive
under his touch, again sending new and exciting feelings throughout her
body. But, this time, he did not stop there.
Pausing only for a few moments, he continued downward, letting his
tongue flow easily across her stomach. She felt every muscle in her
body tense as his tongue caressed her skin. As he reached her naval,
she felt his hand slide under the elastic of her cotton panties and
touch the crease of her leg, sending shivers through her entire body.
Again lifting up slightly she allowed him to push the thin material
over her hips and down her legs. He pushed them off her legs with one
of his own.
Again sliding slowly down, Cheryl felt Billy’s warm breath now
against her thighs. Closing her eyes she focused on the boy between
her legs and his soft kissing of her skin. Slowly she felt him move
his tongue up towards her pubic area and, in a move that almost caused
her to moan out, felt him touch her gently there with his tongue. She
lay her hands over his head and gently fingered through his hair.
Ever so slowly, Billy let his tongue probe through the light hair
that covered her mound. A slight dampness there and almost continuous
involuntary twitching on her part told him where to touch, lick and
kiss. The taste was more fresh than he had ever had before and, slowly
inserting a finger into her, he came to the realization that she was a
virgin.
More excited than ever, Billy left his place and quickly moved up to
again kiss her deeply on the lips. Cheryl tasted herself for the first
time.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Billy softly whispered
in her ear.
Cheryl shook her head, almost imperceptably.
“I’m going to make it nice for you kid. I’m going to show you
things you’ve never dreamed of.”
Cheryl smiled at him, not sure he even saw her face in this
darkness, then hugged him tighly against her.
“Isn’t there someplace we can go, someplace alone?” Cheryl asked
softly.
“This is OK. You’re among friends here. It’s all OK.”
“But,” the words were cut off in mid-sentence as Billy again was
kissing her.
Cheryl lay there holding him in her arms and wondered if this was
what love felt like. She thought to herself that he must really like
her to be doing all of this and the idea that here was a college junior
making all of this fuss over her was more of a turn on than anything he
had actually done.
Cheryl felt Billy again pull away from her slightly and expected
him to again let his mouth find her breasts. This time though, he
knelt up a bit and undid his belt. She lay back and watched as he
pulled his jeans down to his knees in one motion, then lay back and
kicked them completely off. She realized that his underwear had come
off as well. Taking Cheryl’s hand, Billy placed in on his already hard
cock.
“That’s it, yeah, that’s it. Soft, yeah, that’s it,” Billy
whispered.
Cheryl felt the hard member under her hand pulse as she held it
softly. She began to instinctively rub it slowly up and down in her
hand.
“Oh, baby, that’s it, yeah,” Cheryl heard Billy whisper.
Billy let his right arm slide under her neck and he urged her to
rest her head on his chest. Through the darkness she gazed down at the
thing she had in her hand. She had, of course, seen erect cocks on
animals before but had never seen one on a man.
Billy began caressing her hair, placing light downward pressure on
the back of her head. Cheryl knew from watching the other girls in the
room what he wanted her to do. Suddenly it didn’t seem quite so bad.
He had done that to her and it had felt great. Besides, she was now
positive that he really liked her and she certainly didn’t want to risk
losing him. She attempted to act like she had been in this position
before.
Slowly, and kissing Billy’s chest and then stomach, Cheryl let her
head slowly slide down towards his cock. When she reached what she
considered to be an adequate distance from it, she lay her head back
down on his lower stomach and continued to caress his cock with her
hand and lightly blow a cool stream of air across the head of it.
“Oh baby, yeah. That’s it, that’s it,” Billy half said and half
moaned. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Cheryl realized that he had spoken loud enough for everyone in the
room to hear but by now she really didn’t care. She slowly moved her
head forward and lightly kissed the tip of Billy’s cock. As she moved
back away from it, she licked her lips and tasted something salty on
them.
Billy now was pushing on the back of her head and she again moved
forward, again kissing the head of it, all the while stroking it with
her hand.
“God, baby, yes. Oh, God,” escaped Billy’s lips.
“This isn’t bad,” Cheryl thought to herself. In fact, she was
enjoying it, it made her feel much older than her fifteen years to have
a guy responding so readily to her touch.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy whispered. “Suck on it.”
Cheryl let the head of it slowly slide between her lips and sucked
in lightly. The salty taste was stronger now but Cheryl found it
somehow pleasant. She felt Billy strain his hips upward and let him
move his cock into her mouth. As he relaxed downward, she went with
him, letting her tongue slide against the side. She felt involuntary
spasms in it.
The two adopted a slow, steady rhythm as Billy moved his hips up
and then down, letting his cock slide slowly in and out of the
teenager’s mouth. After several minutes, Cheryl felt him gently pull
her head back towards him, carefully easing her onto her back.
Billy rolled on top of her and Cheryl came to a full realization
what was about to occur. Billy kissed her hard on the lips and
positioned his body between her legs. She felt the hard head of his
cock against her blocked opening and felt Billy slowly begin to exert
pressure against her.
As the head slowly entered her, she felt a twinge of pain. As she
jerked a little, Billy stopped and pulled out.
“It’s OK, baby, it’s all OK,” he whispered. “Just relax and go
with it, it’ll be OK.”
“I’m OK,” Cheryl whispered up at him.
Again, Cheryl felt Billy pressing himself against her again she
felt a twinge of pain as the head entered her. When she tensed up this
time, Billy did not stop, instead continuing to push harder into her.
Suddenly, there was an intense hurt that made her gasp out loud and
Billy lay against her, half in and half out of her.
Laying still until he felt her relax a little, Billy slowly began
moving in and out of her, gently at first and not pressing any further
into her. She was not the first virgin he had broken in but she was
certainly the most exciting. He leaned down and gently kissed into her
ear. Cheryl felt chills run through her body.
Cautiously, Billy let each downward thrust move further and
further into Cheryl’s body. After only a few more strokes, he could
feel the base of his cock pressing against her pelvis. There he stayed,
grinding slowly against her. He could feel the young girl’s sweat pour
off of her as she lay there moaning under him.
The pain had long since gone for Cheryl and she accustomed herself
to the organ that had violated her. All thoughts other than the boy on
top of her and her own feelings were blocked out as she lay there with
her eyes closed. She felt Billy start to move in and out of her more
easily now and sensed something of an urgency in his movements. She
found herself aware of the sounds that were coming from her own body,
the low moans of pleasure as Billy picked up his pace of movement.
Suddenly and, without warning to Cheryl, Billy pulled out from
inside of her and came to his knees. With that, Cheryl opened her eyes
to see several faces gazing down at her from above. Someone had turned
a hall light on and the illumination danced across her bare chest.
Billy had manuevered his way around to Cheryl’s head and was
positioned with his cock only inches from her head. Cherly gazed at
it, seeing it glisten with her own wetness. A sickening feeling came
over her as Billy rubbed the damp member across her face, letting it
come to rest on her lips. Cheryl glared around above her, there were
four sets of eyes looking down, but to her it seemed like the world was
watching.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy almost whispered. “Go ahead, it’s
good for you.”
With that he gently slapped it against her lips.
“Go ahead hon, it tastes good,” Cheryl heard from a female voice
above her.
“Hey Billy, you mind?” one of the male voices questioned.
“Nah, go ahead,” Billy replied.
With that, Cheryl felt a new body lay down between her legs and,
before she could react, she felt a new erect cock pressing against, and
into her. With that, she found Billy pushing himself against her lips.
“Come on, open up.” There was a certain urgency in Billy’s voice.
Stunned, Cheryl parted her lips and allowed Billy to enter her mouth.
“Fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck”…..softly, starting
with one voice then progressing until all those standing above her had joined
in. Cheryl lay on her back staring up at the unknown faces gazing down at
her, Billy’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth with some other guy fucking
her roughly at the same time.
“Come, come, come, come, come”……the chant changed to. And with it,
Cheryl felt the man begin to screw her even harder. Each move again became
painful as he plunged faster and faster into her. The same was happening with
Billy, she continually had to move her head to the side to accomodate him.
Finally Billy tensed and grabbed her head, slamming his cock into her
throat. Gagging, Cheryl suddenly found her mouth full of a hot, gooey,
liquid, very salty and bitter. She felt herself starting to choke violently
but Billy held her head in place and continued to drive himself into her.
Almost at the same time, the guy fucking her quickly pulled himself from
her and began jerking his hand up and down his cock. Glancing down towards
him, Cheryl looked just in time to see his cock spurt it’s juices out towards
her. She felt the warm fluid spray up across her chest and stomach.
After only a few seconds, it was over. Cheryl lay there sobbing softly
as Billy pulled away from her and stood up. The guy who had been screwing her
a few moments before stood up and took the hand of another girl and was
walking away.
“My turn now….” was all Cheryl heard before closing her eyes tightly
and wishing it all away.

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My slave training began two months ago when my 35 year old next door neighbor happened to catch me buying my supply of sanitary napkins and Tampax. Barb is a sexy looking lady with a dynamite body. She had just recently moved into the apartment complex where I live. I found out after becoming her slave that she works as a legal secretary and was recently divorce. She said her former husband was a lousily lover. Only caring about his own orgasm’s and that at first she had been hurt by his running off with some young slut. She soon realized that he was the loser not her. She sold the big fancy house he had bought her and move to this apartment complex. She said that she checked out all the single men when she first move here. I was the only one that appealed to her and that she was glad that she caught me that day in the grocery store. No sooner had I arrived home when Barb, the neighbor and now my mistress, was at my door. She quickly got down to business, telling me that she knew I was not married and that she had never seen any women enter or leave my apartment. She ask about my fetish saying that she had a few herself. I somewhat sheepishly confessed that since my college days I have enjoyed wearing certain feminine products. I described how the soft cotton of a sanitary napkin against my balls was wonderful and how going out in public with a Kotex between my legs and a Tampax up my ass would keep my cock hard for. She was so easy to talk too and so understanding. She did not try and put me down for my fetish and I soon confessed to other little quirk I had. I told her that I sometimes wore women lace panties and that the sanitary napkins kept me from staining them when I would suddenly have a climax just thinking about women wearing them too. Taking my hands into hers she gazed into my eyes and ask if I wanted to take my fetish one step further and become her menstrual slave. After years of fantasizing about women on the rag here was one wanting me to service her monthly. I quickly agreed.
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Hysteria
Laura Edgar sat in Dr. Hughes’ waiting room with six other women who were either reading magazines, or dozing off. It was hot outside, about 95 degrees, and Dr. Hughes didn’t have one of those new fangled air cooling systems yet, just a big slow turning ceiling fan that seemed to only move around the already hot air. Miss Perkins, the receptionist, stood guard over the door leading to the doctor’s examining rooms, and from time to time she took phone calls making appointments with the doctor. Laura looked at the large clock on the waiting room wall and thought to herself, “Ten thirty, and I was supposed to be in by ten, why on earth do they always over book, they must think that we patients have nothing better to do than sit in waiting rooms!!!” Laura’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard Miss Perkins calling her name, “Laura, you can go in now, room number three on your left, take a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” Laura plopped down on the hard back chair in the corner and waited for Dr. Hughes to appear. Laura was tapping her shoe on the floor and staring at the ceiling when Dr. Hughes swept into the room. The mid fifties physician picked up Laura’s chart and said in a soft voice, “Well, Laura, are we still having our usual problem?” Laura shifted in her chair and with her head hung down and her eyes on the floor replied, “I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s actually gotten worse, and believe me I’ve tried not to think about it!!!” Dr. Hughes reached out and patted her on the shoulder and offered soothingly, “Dear it’s the 1920’s, and we have ways of treating your problem, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, a lot of women are in the same boat as you are!!!” Laura felt a little better after hearing Dr. Hughes placating remarks, and she dried her eyes and waited for further instructions, while the doctor went to the door and called his nurse in for assistance. Helen Ames, RN, entered the examining room and set up the necessary equipment for Laura’s treatment. Dr. Hughes motioned to Laura to go behind the screen and remove her skirt, stockings, and panties. When she was naked from the waist down, Laura hopped up on the examining table and laid down with her legs slightly spread, and the doctor turned on and over head light and adjusted it so that it was pointing directly at Laura’s vagina. Dr. Hughes leaned over and gave her crotch a cursory optical exam, and then with his fingers he began probing the young woman’s opening, feeling up and down the length of her crack, taking extra time to check out her clitoris.
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Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly caught in a pair of frilly girl’s lace panties by one of the girls who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when the “boss” is an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act by one of his female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of you fantasize about getting caught, and we might subconsciously desire female domination and humiliation; but believe me, experiencing it is quite a different matter! I’ve always been a casual cross dresser, very content to play dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The Navy doesn’t take kindly to having its men mixing satin and lace with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash (which mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips, bras, garter belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even rented a locker off base to keep my secret passion. Since I wasn’t assigned to a ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval base on the east coast, I had ample opportunity to indulge my fantasy life after putting in a full day’s work. This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over the management of an office within the local supply department at the base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it. This was fairly typical since there are few opportunities for women to serve aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more than their share of Waves. All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they were all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a young Wave named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with long shapely legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out her uniform, and kept most of the men she passed in a state of semi-erection. Even when wearing the normal work uniform of dungarees (Navy for jeans) and a blue work shirt, it was hard to keep your eyes off that girl.

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Down Stairs

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It was 9:30. I knew she would be starting soon, so I was in a hurry.
Every night around 9:45 it started, almost like clockwork, and rarely
the same guy. I’m talking about the woman that lives in the apartment
below mine. I’d hear her every night, right about this time, when she
would start up. Her screams would echo through the floor to my bedroom,
just loud enough to hear if I wasn’t doing anything else. I moved my TV
and video camera into the room, and then lowered the camera out the
window, and down to hers. The suction cup with the microphone in it
held the camera about a foot away from her window, and since she never
bothered to close her drapes, I had a clear view of everything that
happened in her bedroom. She always kept the lights on, which was fine
with me, saved me from having to rig up an infrared camera. When I got
the camera in place, I switched on the TV, and sat back to watch. She
was already getting started, standing at the foot of her bed, opening
her robe for the guy laying on the bed waiting for her. She didn’t give
it to him just yet though, she slowly parted her robe, then licked a
finger, and traced it around her nipple, making it stand tall. She
tugged and pulled at it, twisting it between her fingers, as she moved
her other hand down between her thighs. She slipped a finger out of
sight between her legs, and a smile crossed her lips as she slid it back
and forth. She leaned against the bed with her knees for support, so I
guess she was enjoying herself. She shrugged her shoulders, and the
robe slipped to the floor, revealing the whole reason for my rigging up
this camera. Her tits stood tall and firm on her chest, and her body
was almost perfectly formed, with maybe a little extra weight on her
belly and ass. She knelt down on the bed, and reached up and pulled the
sheet off of the man’s body. He rolled over on his back, his cock
standing straight up as he did, and her sliding slowly up his legs to
it. She takes it in both hands, and pulls the tip down to her mouth,
flicking her tongue out to catch the drop at the end. She then swallows
it all, in one big gulp, and draws it back out again. Sucking and
licking it, she gets it wet and slimy, ready for what she wants. I’ve
watched her many times before. She likes the taste of cock, but LOVES
the feel of it up inside her. She pumps it slowly with her hand, as she
slides up his body, then pauses over it. She rubs the head of it up and
down her slit, then takes the head and inserts it in her cunt. Holding
it there for a moment, she flicks her clit a few times, then lets
herself fall. I can tell she has her first orgasm right then, and the
guy jumps at her sudden move, and grabs her shoulders. Then he reaches
down and takes her by the ass, lifting her up slightly, settling his
hips, then begins to thrust up into her. As her orgasm settles, she
smiles and bends forward, tracing her tongue over his face, down his
throat, and across his chest. He bounces her up and down on his cock,
as she nips and bits at his nipples, causing him to pump her harder in
retaliation. Once he gets a good rythm going, she starts what I’ve been
waiting for. As he pumps harder and harder into her, she begins to lose
contact with reality. She sits back up and her head rolls back. Her
eyes, when open, have the glazed look I know so well. She begins to
moan load enough for my mike to pick it up and bring it to me. I turn
up the volume, because this is what I like the best. She moans louder
and louder, as he learns what it is she likes. He grabs hold of her
tighter, pulling her down onto him harder with each thrust, pounding
away into her, and she loves it. She’s starting to wail, her cries
going up and down the scale, exciting him even more. He takes her and
holds her tight, then flips her over, so she is on the bottom and he is
on the top now. He pulls back, and then slams it home, like she did
when she started it all, and then goes to pumping, hard and fast,
shaking the bed with each thrust. She turns her head an screams, long
and loud, and I see it all because she’s facing the camera when she does
it. She’s started on another orgasm, and she’s probably crushing his
dick every time he pounds into her, because he’s getting more and more
excited with every thrust. As hard as he’s pounding into her, I expect
the bed to collapse under them at any minute. She’s screaming and
jerking around on the bed, yelling her head off, bucking up at him so
hard it’s a wonder he can stay in her. Her screams and moving around
have obviously gotten to him, because he bends down and lays on top of
her, burying his head in the sheets next to her, and holding her down.
She kicks and screams, twisting the sheets in her hands, ripped by
orgasms, as he pounds into her as hard as he can. Then, he jerks
upright, and thrusts into her hard one last time, and holds it. His
dick must be jumping around a hell off alot, because she goes wild.
He’s holding onto her hips, and she’s thrashing around on the bed under
him, screaming as loud as she can, shoving her hips into his crotch as
hard as she can, until she pushes him back onto his heels. She calms
down and looks up at him, sitting back on his heels with her hanging out
of his lap. She says something to him that I can’t hear, and they start
laughing, and she slips down his legs to the bed. His cock slides out
of her, and it is still twitching, so she rolls around and puts her head
in his lap, taking his cock in her mouth. He rolls back his eyes in the
back of his head, and she licks him clean, sucking the last of his cum
out of his cock. Limp at last, it slips from her mouth as he lies down
next to her, and I go to the bathroom to take care of myself before she
starts round two…

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“Hi,” she said. I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk at the

record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that

beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I

immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful

employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I

stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look

helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d

gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What

can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes

back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the

bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with

everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a

real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I

had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that

quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my

coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks

again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,

and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes

and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist

flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,

turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her

cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.

She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had

a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I

think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and

turned, and I brushed some imaginary fluff from her lower back. “Some lint, or

something. There, it’s gone. Let’s see, what’s popular… Spice Girls, of

course, and James Taylor, Celine Dion –” “Those are crap,” she offered. “All

that’s good now is fuck tunes.” “Well, yeah,” I stammered, “there’s lots of good

R&B stuff out now, like Maxwell and D’Angelo –” “That’s what I like, stuff like

that.” She looked around. “Are you all by yourself back here?” I shrugged.

“Pretty much. We’re short-staffed, and only have a few people to watch this big

place. Everybody else is working in books.” “Hmmmmmm.” She turned back to look

at the displays. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to stand so I

would have a great view of her incredible body. The bra she wore was slightly

too small, causing her breasts to bulge slightly in the blue t-shirt. The plaid

skirt lifted and fell as she moved, short enough to show off her tanned legs. I

was sure I was making a puddle of drool on the desk as I stood gazing at her.

Maybe old enough to be a college freshman, maybe not. Did it matter? On the

silk sheets in the bed of my heart, age didn’t (and doesn’t) matter much to me,

and the possibility of anything happening was pretty slim. My stupor was

interrupted again as she turned back to me and strode back to the desk. She

perched in the same position as before, giving me a teasing glimpse. “You were

looking at me the other night, too, when I was here with my friends,” she said in

a conspiratorial whisper. Then I remembered seeing her, dressed in a similarly

stunning green cotton sundress, with some other gorgeous young lasses. My buddy

Rob had moaned at his inability to run into such beauties anywhere but work as

I’d covertly gawked. Not as covertly as I’d thought, obviously. “Weren’t you?”

She was staring at me mischieviously. “Uhm…” She narrowed her eyes and smiled

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

“..and drink!” finished Linda.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jism Eaters part2

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Before Linda could respond, her question was answered. Four of the
biggest, strongest looking guys came up, and each pair grabbed the two
housewives and pinned their arms to their sides.

“I think we should have a good ol’ fashioned gang bang!” said one. He
seemed to be the leader, if judging only by his swagger and size. “We’re
gonna take you ladies over to our secret little hiding place, and have some
fun, eh guys?” Cheers rang out. Quickly, hands covered their mouths, and
Kate and Linda both felt handkerchiefs or bandanas wrapped around their
eyes, quickly blocking out their vision. The strong arms still held their
arms pinioned to their sides, and Kate suddenly felt hands roaming over her
tits and pawing at her legs. “Jezzus this bitch’s got nice tits!” rang out
one young voice, and Kate felt herself blush furiously. The nerve of these
kids, grabbing her and Linda! The wives felt themselves being led down one
block and up another, down another and across a third, then cutting across
what felt like several lawns and yards. They had no idea where they might
have been. They could have been dozens of blocks from their own homes, or
they could have been one street away. Finally, they felt the hands
push/pull them up a short flight of stairs and across a porch, then through
a swinging screen door into a musty, smoky smelling room. The house smelled
of beer and smoke and other odors that Kate and LInda could only guess
about.

Finally, they were pushed roughly into what seemed to be a large living
or dining room. Mattresses, dirty, filthy, grungy, smelly mattresses covered
one entire corner of the room. Their eye coverings were whipped off, and the
wives blinked slowly in the dim light. As they adjusted, they saw what
appeared to be a house that had been 50 or 60 percent completed, then never
finished. Floors and walls were in, and most doors, but they could see that
the trim and finishing was not done. The kids gathered in around them,
loudly bustling and jostling the women around. The leader stepped up to
them.

“OK. You don’t need to know my name, you can just call me Long John.
You’ll find out why in a few minutes. Me and my friends here are gonna have
some fun with you both, and as long as you don’t fight it, we’ll try not to
hurt you….too much.” The last phrase was added with a leering grin. He
reached out and tweaked the nipple of Linda’s right breast, and she shrank
back in protest. She couldn’t speak through the rough hand clapped over her
mouth, but her eyes burned fire at the obnoxious teen. “You may as well not
yell or scream or try to get out. We’ve locked all the doors and windows
from inside, and we’re blocks away from anybody else. It’s nice and private
here – that’s why we like it. Now my buddies are gonna take their hands off
of your mouths, so let’s not scream or anything, OK? Or it might be worse
for you…”. He motioned to the boys holding the women’s mouths covered,
and they let their hands off, slowly. Kate drew in a full breath.

“Listen you little punk, if you think that Linda and I are just gonna
stand by while you do God knows what, well you can just go fuck yourself,
you know -”

“NO! We can just FUCK YOURSELF you snotty little bitch! And by the time
this evening’s over, you’re gonna be begging for more, you slut cunt!” the
leader screamed back at her. “So shutup and follow orders, and you might
just survive.” He stomped over to one corner of the room, ordering several
sitting teens off the cushions and mattresses. “Ok, everybody back. Just
circle around them. Move back, fuckheads, that’s it, back..” The group
slowly enlarged the circle around the two women, who found themselves the
center of attention once again. “Ok. Strip.” He said it with such a lack
of feeling that at first Kate and Linda didn’t even understand him.

“I said STRIP! Get those fuckin’ clothes off or we’ll do it for you.”
Kate and Linda looked at each other, and didn’t move a muscle. Seconds
passed. Neither woman moved. “Ok, Ok, if that’s what you want. Joe, Tony,
you guys, get these sluts naked and NOW!” Four or five boys leapt at the
women, tearing their clothes off like madmen. Kate’s skirt was ripped right
off her body, and the halter top was pulled roughly up over her head. The
crowd whistled and cheered when they saw her in the garter belt and
stockings. Linda fared no better, being held struggling while one lad
unzipped and pulled her shorts down her legs and pulled them off her ankles.
She too soon lost her chest coverings, and within seconds both women were
virtually naked. Kate had only her garters and stockings, her panties having
been claimed by an unknown male. Linda likewise lost her bra and panties.
She kicked her shoes at the boy who called himself Long John.

“Here, have these too you shithead!”

“Now, now, mustn’t loose our temper, little girly. Ok, I think for the
opening act, it’s time for a little sucky sucky. Just to keep things safe,
I think we’d better restrain you cunts a bit.” He directed Joe and Tony to
tie their wrists together behind their backs, not too tightly, but tightly
enough so that neither woman could move her arms forward. Long John nodded
at them when they were suitably trussed, then glanced at Joe and Tony.

“On their knees. You ladies are gonna kiss every dick in this room, and
any of the pussies that want it, too.” Male hands pushed Kate and Linda to
their knees on the rough hardwood floor. As their knees touched wood, the
sound of every zipper in the room being lowered was like a quick buzz saw
through Kate’s bones. A line of boys soon formed to Kate’s left. Each teen
had his cock out. Long John stepped back in front of the women.

“OK, guys, take your turns now, don’t be piggish, leave some for the guy
behind you. Don’t cum unless you absolutely have too. There’s a long night
ahead of us.” The first male moved up to Kate and with no warning
whatsoever, grabbed her head and shoved his hard cock into her face. Kate
tried to turn away, but the strong hands holding her kept her face in line
with the cock shaft. Relentlessly it pressed at her lips, but she refused
to open them. She could smell the manly odor of the young boy’s cock wafting
into her nostrils, and despite her fear and despising of the way they were
…End of the part2. To be continued..

The Sexiest Cum Drinkers part2

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“I’m Gina, and this is Eva” she said conspiratorially, arching one
eyebrow at a bewildered Kate. Linda led them into a luckily unsecured office
building. She herded them into an elevator, and punched the highest button.
“I hope you guys aren’t afraid of heights!” she joked. The car clacked and
jerked to a stop on the 45th floor. The five stepped out cautiously into
the hall, looking about. It was deserted. Linda led them to a steel door
that opened up to the brilliantly sunny roof area.
They looked around at the various vents, blowers and mechanical
equipment positioned randomly on the roof.

“C’mon, guys, over here,” Linda motioned, bringing them to one edge of
the roof. They looked down over the parapet and gazed for a moment at the
street scene below them. “I’ve always wanted to fuck up on top of a
building!” said Linda, smiling. “Line up, guys, and drop ‘em.” she
commanded. Kate was amazed at the way Linda took charge. The three men
looked at them, then shrugged their shoulders and peeled down their running
shorts. Three large and growing jock-straps stared the girls in the face.

“Hmmmm. Nice cups, guys. Jack, you first” Linda pointed at one man. He
peeled the athletic supporter down. His almost fully erect cock sprang up,
bouncing and gleaming in the sunlight. In turn, Bob and Roger shed their
remaining clothes, standing there in sneakers and pubic hair.

“Ok, here’s the story. We want your sperm. That’s all. But not in the
usual way. We’ll only touch you with our hair. We’ll wrap it around your
cocks and you can jerk off with it, but that’s it. And when you come, you
have to catch it all in the palm of your hand. After that, who knows?” Linda
ordered. Kate knew what was after that…

Jack said “What, no fucking or sucking? That seems like a waste, you
know?”

“Hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. If you don’t agree, there’s
the door.” Linda returned. The men slowly nodded in agreement. Linda and
Kate walked over to them and knelt in the small semi-circle formed by the
young men. The guys started pulling their cocks, and the women leaned
forward, allowing them access to their hair. It was strange at first, the
men thought, feeling the soft, silky locks around their cocks, but it
rapidly grew erotic and sexy. Linda had Bob and Rogers cocks tunneling
through her longer hair, while Kate enjoyed the feel of Jack’s penis as it
rubbed sexily through her scalp. The women leaned back, and Kate pulled her
sweater up over her head, baring her chest completely. Linda was quick to
follow. The men gazed longingly at the full breasts of each woman, watching
in fascination as the four nipples hardened and turned rigid. Kate reached
over to tweak Linda’s left breast, and Linda turned to her and did the same
to Kate’s right tit.

“Like this, guys?” Kate spoke for the first time.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, rub her nipple, make the cunt hot!” grunted Roger.

Kate moaned as Linda’s fingers kneaded and teased her aroused flesh.
Above them, the men were rapidly rising towards orgasm, stroking their cocks
and gazing at the beautiful women at their feet.

“Don’t forget guys, come in your hands. Save it all.” Linda reminded
them.

“Oh, man, this is farfucking out” said Bob, through clenched teeth. “I’m
gonna shoot off any second now.” He backed away from Linda’s head slightly,
and started making long strokes down the shaft of his cock. Linda broke her
own rule, reaching up to massage and fondle his scrotum. She tickled his
balls, urging the warm semen being readied for it’s journey up the shaft and
out the tip of Bob’s reddening cock. Then he quickly brought his left hand
around and pointed the tip of his cock at it.

“Watch this, I’m gonna cuuuuummmmm!” he groaned. Linda felt his balls
tighten up in their sack and watched fascinated as a thick streamer of semen
flew from the head of his cock and splattered wetly in his cupped left hand.
Again she felt his balls churn, and she squeezed them, coaxing every bit of
available sperm out of them. Bob groaned again, and another jet of cum
headed for his hand.

“fuckfuckfuck I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg”
he groaned through clenched teeth, as the pleasurable shivers ran through
this body and were evidenced by the rapidly pulsing cock in his right hand.
He pulsed three more squirts of sperm into his hand before his body untensed
and he shrank back, emptied.

“Not bad, not bad at all. Let’s see what you’ve got.” said Linda. She
gently put her fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand towards her.
“Hmmm. About an ounce and a half, I’d say. What about you, Kate?” she
questioned, turning the palm towards her friend.

“Yep, that looks about right. Nice and thick, too, not so watery and
runny as some I’ve seen,” thinking back to the scene at the kitchen only a
few hours before.

“Ok, good. Now hold it, man, and don’t let it drool away.” Bob cupped
his hands together, puzzled at the requests, but wondering where this
bizarre woman was headed.

Just then Kate felt, rather than heard, the soft squish of Jack’s penis
as it shuddered and released a jet of sperm across her scalp.

“Ohman here is comes!” he yelled, quickly stepping back and directing
his penis towards his other hand. Kate pulled away, brushing the small line
of cum from her forehead. She watched, encouraging, as Jack emptied himself
similarly to Bob.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Someone’s in the Kitchen with Katie part3

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spoke. He was about 50 or 60 years old, coal-dark skin with snowy white hair
up top, and towered a good 5 feet, three inches tall. He peered up at her
curiously. Kate brought her face down to almost his eye level. She knew what
she wanted him to notice – the line of semen on her chin.

The old man peered at her face for a second, seeming to not recognize
what he felt sure he saw. Slowly a grin crept over his crinkled face.

“Shit, lady, you got cum on your mouth! Whatthefuck..”

At his words, the other three men quickly gathered around the two.

“Goddam, look at that – she does, she’s got some jizzum right on her
chin. ”

“Motherfuck I know what she wants now, man, a good fucking from me!”

“Shit, horseface, you go watch the door, don’t let none o’them fucking
waitresses in here to fuck this up!” said one of the men excitedly, punching
the previous speaker jokingly on the arm.

The old black man spoke. “Just what is it you want, lady? We don’t need
to funny stuff back here now…”

Kate answered him coolly. “Don’t worry, Pops. First off, no fucking.
No way am I gonna get down on this floor and let you guys fuck with my
snatch. But -”, and she looked around cautiously, “I’ll give you guys the
experience of a lifetime, if you cooperate. But ya gotta play by my rules,
or the games off, hear me?”

The guys looked at each other. They all nodded or agreed to go along
with her as-yet unvoiced plan.

“Ok. All I want is your cum. Whatever you got stored up in those nice
balls of yours, I want. I’ll show you my titties if you want, or talk dirty,
or whatever. But I don’t remove any other clothes, and I don’t fuck. Got
that?” They all agreed. She continued. “I’ll suck you if I have to, but I’d
rather you jerked off. I want you to cum in my cup here. Not on my tits, not
on my face, not in the goddam soup, but here in my coffee. Ok?” Again,
stunned but eager agreement. “Now heres what I want – you all gather around
me up close like this…”

Kate gathered the men in a tight circle around her. She dropped to a
squatting position, careful not to drop her knees to the grimy floor. She
pulled her blouse up over her head and asked one of the men to put it
someplace where it wouldn’t get dirty. The men gazed in admiration at her
creamy white breasts and hard nipples. Kate ordered them to unzip and take
out their cocks, and start playing with them. She watched shyly as four
pricks soon felt the warm kitchen air. She was a bit suprised to see the
cock on the young black man was rather small, not at all what she expected.
It hardened under his fist to no more than four or five inches fully
extended. One white cock seemed nicely shaped, and came with a large set of
(hopefully, Kate thought) cum-filled balls. The other white cock was a bit
larger, perhaps seven to eight inches in length and two inches thick. Very
nice, thought Kate. But when she glanced to her right fully, and saw the cock
on the old black man, she had to fight back a gasp. The old man had a cock
easily ten inches long, and it wasn’t even hard yet. Kate couldn’t resist
reaching out and grasping it firmly in one slim white hand. She shucked the
skin back and forth on the shaft, pulling more and more blood into it,
feeling it harden in her fingers to a steel-like shaft.

“WOW! This is some dogbone you got here, man, where’you been all my
life!” she joked. “I hope this thing works as good as it looks!”

“Don’t you worry, lady, I still got plenty of jizzum for you. Why don’t
you just lick the tip a bit and see.” Kate looked up at him, and then
nodded, letter her face fall to the level of this super-cock. It was almost
fully hardened now, and seemed as long and thick as her arm. She extended
just the tip of her dainty pink tongue and laved the shiny plum-colored head
of the man’s penis. As she did, she pulled up on the skin, and was gratified
to feel a small lump of pre-cum come floating up the vein and pop out of the
slit at the end. She gathered it up, and fed it back into her mouth. “Hmmm.
Kinda nutty, but nice!” she smiled up at the old guy. She wanted to save this
one for last!

Swerving to her left, she saw a zebra of cock, white, black then white.
They were all being fully fisted by their owners. Kate leaned forwards and
kissed each one in turn, tasting the differing tang and textures of the
precum on each tip. She sat back on her heels, taking in the situation.
Squatting on a grimy floor in the kitchen of a restaurant right in the middle
of the busiest mall in the city, her chest fully exposed, and four erect
cocks being masturbated directly at her face. This was beyond her wildest
fantasies! The youngest one was rapidly pumping away at his cock, breathing
hard and grunting.

“Man I’m gonna cum right now, this is hot, lady get that cup over here!”
Kate hurredly moved the cup to hold it about three inches in front of his
pulsating cock. He pointed it down and quickly blasted five strong streams
of young black cum right into the center of the cup, splashing the liquid
around crazily. As he finshed pulling the last dregs of his load out and
dripping them into the cup, Kate leaned forward on impulse and popped the tip
of his shaft in her mouth, feeling the last jet pulse across her tongue. She
noisily slurped the cock shaft into her mouth then pulled back, letting it
fall from between her lips with a wet smack.

“That’s for being such a good shot, and not sperming all over a helpless
lady’s pretty face, my boy.” she grinned up at him. He blushed and stuffed
his cock back into his trousers, obviously not exactly at ease in this
situation. As Kate shifted her weight, one of the other men began to grunt
and groan. Just as she turned her head to check the status, his cock jumped
and a gout of semen flew out. Kate ducked her head quickly to the side,
almost hearing the white bullet whiz past her hair. She yelled “NO!
DOWN,DOWN!” and quickly, but without spilling any, moved the cup to the front
of his pants. He pushed his shaft downward and away from him. Another jet
leapt out, this time impacting solidly on Kate’s left tit, splashing into
tiny drops and drooling down the curve of her bosom. ‘FUCK!’ she thought,
‘he’s blowing all over me!’ Kate reached out and grabbed the cock from its’
owner, pulling on it and pointing the head directly into her coffee cup. She
milked three good shots of semen out of him, it joined the two loads already
swimming about in the caffeine. The man wheezed and grunted with pleasure,
falling away.

“Ohfuck lady you’d better get over here..” she heard the third man
groan, and turned to see a blur with a cock in the middle. The man
masturbated so fast that Kate thought he would injure himself, but he kept
the shaft of his penis in one spot, the head seemed not to even move about.
Kate moved the cup so that the lip of it rested right under the tip of the
man’s cock. She looked up at him.

“That’s right, honey, blow that jizz right in there, I like your cum,
I want your cum, I want to taste it and mix it with the others, just keep on
jerking…maybe tomorrow I’ll come by again and you can spray your nasty cum
all over my face and lips, would you like that, big boy, wouldn’t you like
to cum on a married woman’s face and let her go home to her husband and kiss
him, knowing that your cum was still drying on her face, wouldn’t you like
that..” she rapidly encouraged the man. Her words had the desired effect.
Suddenly the tip of his cock turned dark red and a long, thick stream of warm
semen spilled out, disappearing into the cup in her hands. Again, a jet of
cum flew out, then another and another. Kate counted an astonished seven jets
of cum before the man exhausted himself into her drink.

She turned to the old black man. “Ok, now it’s your turn, my friend.”

A few minutes later a smug Kate stole out of the kitchen, bearing her
prize before her carefully. She made her way back to the table where Linda
was finishing up her salad. She looked up as her girlfriend returned.

“And just where have you been, you naughty girl?” Linda laughed. She
looked at Kate. Kates cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes seemed
sparkly. Her lips were tightly compressed, and Kate didn’t say a word. She
set the cup down in front of Linda. Linda looked in, and saw what appeared
to be coffee-flavored semen, rather than the other way around.

“All right, you did it! How many did you get?” Kate leaned over and
picked up a napkin and rapidly penciled some words on it, then twisted it for
Linda to read.

“3 + 1 in here – look up”

Linda read the words and looked up at Kate’s face. Kate slowly opened
her lips as she sat down. Linda saw the line of white almost immediately. As
Kate’s lips opened further, Linda was astonished to see the entire lower part
of her mouth was flooded with semen. It covered her teeth and tongue almost
completely. Linda even saw streaks of it on the roof of Kate’s mouth and
farther back in her throat. Kate opened her mouth as wide as she could so
that Linda could peer into it like a dentist. Kate swished her tongue around
in the sperm, spreading it around like a milky paste. Satisfied that Linda
had seen enough, she closed her mouth and swallowed roughly. Two times. Then
she licked her lips with her tongue, pulling in any stray droplets. Finally
she cleared her throat enough to speak.

“Five loads in less than 15 minutes. Not bad for a beginner, eh?”

The Clinic

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Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She’d known John had been going
to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Visit and the Secret Revealed

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor’s arm as they walked slowly
to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept talking slowly and
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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the flea market tomorrow. I’m looking for a toaster oven. Meet me around 9
where that old Chicano man sells vegetables. You know Isidro.” The Spanish
name rolls off her sweet tongue.
It’s already hot and dusty at the flea market when you get there. You
check out Sam who sells old books and magazines. You buy a couple of old
numbers of one of those magazines about really BIG girls he’s put aside for
you, but this morning Mary Waters does about as much for you as Meryl Streep.
The flea market is the best place in town to go look at girls, particularly
big girls, but this morning there’s only one girl you want to look at. You
head for the cool north corner where they sell fruit and vegetables. and
that’s where you find Laurie, chattering away in Spanish with the old
vegetable man.
When you see Laurie, you about drop what you’re carrying, and your teeth
as well. All she’s wearing up top is a pale lavender cotton T-shirt with
“Perfection” in a slanting script across the front. She’s the biggest girl
you’ve ever seen go braless. The T-shirt is almost horizontal above her huge
boobs, and then hangs vertical from her erect nipples, forgetting to go back
and wrap around her waist like you’d think a respectable T-shirt would want to
do. Her dark areolae show through the T-shirt, even their little nubbiny bumps
visible through the thin fabric. Below, she’s wearing cut-off blue jeans,
with a faded designer label from one of those places that makes blue jeans
that fit women with BIG asses. Laurie’s ass doesn’t quite fit the cut, but
bulges out below the raveled edge of the blue jeans to reveal its edge next to
her big soft thigh. She chuckles “Hi” and gives you a big hug. Old Isidro is
lucky he isn’t killed by a flying zipper. You see him chuckle too, his old
eyes crinkling. “Isidro’s got the first Texas canteloupes of the season,” she
tells you as you snuggle into her enormous melons. “I’ve known Isidro for
years. His father and my grandmother went to school together on el West
Side.” You look a little puzzled. “My grandmother’s an old Canary Islander
from San Antonio. That’s where I get my big green eyes.” You ask her where
she gets her Texas canteloupes and she chuckles “from Isidro” and keeps
laughing until her huge boobs jiggle in the glaring sun. You think you may
just quietly go crazy.
You take her hand and start walking along one of the dusty paths between
the tables and tailgates. You let a fingertip trace the path between the edge
of her butt and the edge of her thigh and she murmurs “mmmm”.
She sees a high school age kid and yells “Hi, Jimmy!”
“Hey, Miss Laurie, look what I found.” He shows her a worn old poetry
book. She leafs through it and finds a poem.
“They flee from me that sometime did me seek.” The 400 year old words
come to life in her soft dark voice. You can see that Jimmy’s looking at her
nipples. You see his dick bulge in his shorts. As she reads, first she looks
at Jimmy, but now you can see her looking at you.
“When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall
And she me caught in her arms long and small
Therefore all sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, Dear heart, how like you this?”
Her big green eyes meet yours. You like it a lot, is how you like it.
“Jimmy’s one of my real successes. When he started in my English class,
he could just about read at sixth grade level. Now he’s reading everything he
can get his hands on.”
“I’ll bet he never took his eyes off your big boobs the whole year.”
“He never took his eyes off the book.” She tries to look very proper, and
almost succeeds. “C’mon, I’ve gotta get this lettuce home. Follow me in your
car. I’m parked back of Isidro’s place.” She gives your hand a quick squeeze.
You follow her to her little white house. The sun’s bright. Spring
flowers bloom in the flower beds. The lawn needs mowing.
You walk behind her into the house and into the kitchen, enchanted by her
huge butt. She stows the vegetables in the refrigerator. As she turns around,
you gather her into your arms for a long kiss on her luscious mouth. Then you
do what you were aching to do at the flea market, lift up that T-shirt, take
one of her huge breasts in both hands, and start sucking. She holds you tight
in her cool heavy arms. Her skin is sweaty and a little bit gritty from the
dust of the flea market. You’re crazy to fuck her. You can tell by the way she
moves her hips against you that she’s crazy to fuck too. You both move off to
the bedroom. Sunlight streams through the windows onto the floral-print
bedspread. You slip the T-shirt over her head, and she gets out of the cut-off
blue jeans and you both land on the queen-size bed.
You just can’t believe how big her boobs are. They make Texas canteloupes
look like, well, like skinny girls. Your fingertips graze over pale white
stretch marks, smooth and fibrous as some exotic leather, that begin just
below her neck and reach down almost to her areolae. Her nipples are dark,
hard, almost half an inch tall. You take one of them in your mouth, trying to
suck in the pale brown areola, but your mouth can’t take it all in, so you let
your fingertips caress its smooth, slightly bumpy edge. With both hands you
try to hold the huge udder to your mouth, but they don’t begin to reach around
it. You let go with one hand to try to hold the other breast, your fingertips
closing around the erect nipple. She makes yumming noises.
After a while your hand slips down her smooth, slightly bulging tummy to
the soft hairy pussy-mound. You caress it until your finger slips into the
soft smooth pussy lips, thicker and fatter than you ever dreamed pussy lips
could be. Your fingertips meet around the bulging clit, then your middle
finger starts to run along its shaft. You keep sucking the huge luscious
nipple. You’d like to move to the other boob but it’s all just too big. “Eat
me,” she murmurs.
You go down on her and spread her huge soft thighs. Sunlight streams onto
her luscious pussy as you spread it with your hands. You see her inner pussy
lips, like soft fleshy pink rose petals, as your tongue meets the protruding
clit tip between them and your lips meet around it. Your hands reach up to
grasp her swollen breasts. “Eat me deep,” she gasps, and you plunge your
tongue deep along the shaft of her big clit. “Put your fingers inside me.” You
put two fingers inside her flowing pussy. She starts to move deep inside,
incredibly tight around your fingers. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she screams,
moving tighter and faster. “Fuck me now! Fuck me NOW!”
You climb on top of her big body and drive your cock all the way in with
one huge fuck thrust. Her cunt grips your cock so tight it almost hurts. She
moves her enormous butt in time with your fuck thrusts and screams “fuck me!
Oh, fuck me!” Her nails claw your back as she cums once more, then relaxes.
“I wanna be on top now.” You slip out of her and roll over on your back,
your cock still rock-hard, and she sits down on your hips and fucks herself
down onto your cock. She leans forward so her long brown hair falls over your
face like a curtain that hides both of you from the whole outside world. Her
mammoth mammaries, swollen still bigger with her crazy lust, hang into your
waiting hands. She starts to move that wonderful butt of hers up and down. You
start sucking one of her big nipples and she cums again, bucking and pitching.
Finally you can’t stand it any longer.
“I’m gonna turn you over and fuck your fat cunt again and cum inside
you.”
“Oh yeah, I wanna cum when you do.” Once again you get on top and start
to move. You cry out “Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” as your boiling hot fuck juice
pours out inside her. She keeps moving her big butt and screams. You collapse
onto her, and both of you lie motionless and exhausted for long minutes.
Finally you roll off and take her in your arms and you both sleep.
When you wake up, her lovely round face is beside you on the pillow, her
enormous boobs pressing against your chest. All you feel like saying is
“Laurie, you’re so lovely, you’re so big, you’re so wonderful.”
“You were so good to me with your big loving cock.”
“You’re so lovely. Why wouldn’t you let me look at you naked before?”
“I’m always afraid the first time. Guys have given me so much shit
aboutIabout how fat I am, what a pretty face I have and how pretty I’d be if I
weren’t so fat. One guy even said I needed a boob job.” Tears begin to well up
in her eyes.
“I can’t believe it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You
aren’t bullshitting her when you say it. “What made you decide to trust me?”
“At the flea market, when you ran your fingertip along the bottom of my
butt. I figured any guy who’d do that in the flea market must be turned on by
me just like I am.”
You tell her you’ve been hurt too. You tell her about the skinny girl and
the list of your faults. The tears are gone as she about rolls off the bed
laughing. “I know who you’re talking about. I’ve heard that same story about
her from two of my girl friends. That’s what you get for running around with
skinny girls.” The way she drags out the word skinny, it sounds like something
nice people don’t do.
She slips out of bed and goes to the refrigerator for a couple of beers.
You swallow the insipid supermarket brew and make a mental note to bring her a
six pack of Phredz. She slips on a terry cloth bathrobe – purple of course -
that doesn’t begin to come to terms with her enormous cleavage. You sit down
together on the couch. On the end table there’s a picture of a young guy, a
Green Beret. He has the same round face and bright green eyes Laurie does. “My
kid brother,” she explains. “He’s off somewhere in Central America.” She looks
thoughtful. “My brothers and I, we’ve all got minds of our own.”
Two thoughts run through what’s left of your brain.
You’d kick every Communist ass in El Ropo with that guy.
And you’d sure like to have a kid with those big green eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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She hit the space bar a few times and the Reavers’ computer started to
output its tremendous date file. “They have been very thorough”, Elizabeth
thought, as details of her childhood scrolled past. Another monitor showed
digitized photos of times and places she’d forgotten a long time ago. “Now
where did they get those?” she wondered, whispering it aloud.

She had looked very different at the time of her first serious modelling.
Her breasts were smaller then, her body tighter, her face younger. She
still remembered the thoughts running around in photographer’s head – being
a teenage mindreader can be very educational. Elizabeth had learned to accept
that as she grew older and wiser, and nowadays she never peeked really deep
into other person’s mind. There was never anything beautiful to be found,
only guilt, hate and chaos their conscious level was never aware of. She had,
of course, been taught the tricks of the trade by the undisputed master,
professor Xavier, but sometimes she wondered if she really could adjust how
deep she probed. Perhaps she saw everything other people had stuffed inside
their heads, just refusing to know it consciously.

Sensors indicated someone at the door, but she didn’t have to look at the
monitor to recognize her. Dazzler, the show-off mutant with power to transform
sound into light, entered the room carrying two cups of coffee.

“Found anything interesting?” she asked as she set the cups on a small table.

“No”, Elizabeth said and reached for the cup. She didn’t have to look at it
directly, since she saw it through Alison’s eyes. The multimedia show on the
monitor ended and another menu appeared. She sipped her coffee and swallowed
it quickly, because it was still a little bit hot.

“Have the boys returned?” she asked back.

“Not yet”, Alison said and inserted the cassette into the stereo. It was U2’s
Rattle and Hum, one of her favorites after Tina Turner. The bass line of
“Bullet” filled the air, first loud, then quieter as Alison loaded her body
with music.

“It’s OK, they can definitely take care of theirselves”, Elizabeth said and
drank again, this time ready for heat. “We survived the Inferno, defeated
Reavers, even M-Squad…” – she giggled now with Alison – “they really would
not let a bunch of common crooks give them any trouble, now would they?”

“Definitely”, Alison answered.

“How’s Rogue?”

“Still sleeping. I checked her a five minutes ago. The sedative is still
effective.”

“Do you think that she’s going to get herself together?” Elizabeth asked.

Alison took some time before answering. They both knew what Rogue had to
go through every day, probably until the end of her life. She was never
able to touch anyone, since slightest physical contact caused her to suck
the target’s mind into her body, turn to him. It was not a beautiful sight
nor a happy state of mind. She had – accidentally – taken Carol Danvers
permanently inside her, and these personas hadn’t gotten along very well
recently. All that was needed to that was to touch her a little bit too
long. She could never feel what it was like to sleep a whole night with
someone she loved, naked bodies touching each other everywhere, every time.
Her crimes had been notorious, yes, but the punishment had been out of
every proportion.

“I… really don’t know. We must hope so.”

Elizabeth streched her hands and yawned. She looked at the clock and was
surprised to realize that it was so late already. Her shoulders felt like
she was Colossus. Alison was quick to help her teammate and stepped behind
her. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair as Alison started rubbing her shoulders
and neck.

“That feels nice”, she complimented. Her hand reached for a key, but she
stumbled and hit the key next to the one she’d intended. “Hmph”, she said,
pressing the right key, but the machine was already running. Another multi-
media about her started to run.

“Browsing through your file?” Alison asked, running her fingertips over
and over her shoulders. “Isn’t it surprising how they got all that data
about us. You know, my file is full of stuff I wasn’t aware of myself.”

Elizabeth didn’t bother to stop the computer, instead she leaned back,
closed her eyes and let Alison relax her completely. She breathed peace-
fully, her mind wondering around. Suddenly Alison’s hands stopped what
they were doing, just in the middle of where they really shouldn’t have
done that. Elizabeth felt like a symphony had ended abruptly into sound
of everyday noise.

“Don’t stop”, she said quickly, with her eyes shut. Alison was stunned
for a second, they she started making a sound reminding Elizabeth of when
her girlfriends had caught her kissing a boy when she was twelve. She saw
the reason in her mind when Alison started to giggle.

Elizabeth’s eyes and mouth opened wide and she reached for the keyboard.
On the monitor there were sensuos photos of her – without a strand. She
gasped for air with disbelief – the guy had promised to destroy those
photos when she’d came over next day to tell that she’d changed her mind!
How could she have been so naive and stupid then? Alison was giggling aloud
now, almost falling down on the floor as Elizabeth pressed the buttons
frantically, trying to make the computer stop.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that was how I met my flasher buddy Scott.

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[ Watch for "Eddy & Scott Go To The Mall" ]

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Archive-author:
Archive-title: Shoplifters, The – 2

About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressing
stool, Lisa’s father George came into her room, she had been
waiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier.
She had recieved the same response to her story that Jennifer
had, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk
her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going to
remember not to steal again, much less on something as foolish
as a dare.
George was of English decent, and he was a firm believer
in the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of the
time the paddle kept in Lisa’s room was quite enough to keep
her in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually was
more than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but
the cane could do the same in two or three strokes.
As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence.
“My girl, after giving it some thought, I’ve decided that
you have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was
absolutely no excuse for what you did.”
Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her father
continued, “Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and
put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up”.
She didn’t even bother to protest, she knew by now that it
would do no good and only make her dad more angry if that was
possible.
Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed and
put on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers
arrival.
As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her
stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she always
got before being given the cane. She remembered the last time
she was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into a
fireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position.
That was something she had noticed after the last
caning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, the
position she was made to recieve her caning in caused her to
display everything to her father and even though it hurt worse
than any spanking she’d ever gotten, it made her feel a little
randy too even through the pain.
About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard open
and close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up,
and he was definitely bringing the cane!
She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from past
experience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was really
in for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tingling
sensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the firey sting
of bamboo across her naked bum.
George walked in cane in hand, “Well young miss, we both
know why I’m here, so let’s get on with it shall we?”
“Y-Yes sir” she muttered.
“Now, since this was a serious offence, and you could have
ended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off
lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I’m going to
give you a proper hiding young lady, you will recieve 18 cuts
across your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and you
will recieve 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?”.
18 strokes! “My bottom will never take it”, she thought.
“Please daddy, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry”, she pleaded.
“Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next time
it’s going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning.
Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyes
as she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment.
She knew the position well by now. First, two pilows are
placed on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, then
she is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to
grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up
and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowly
she grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms.
Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her fahter slid the pillows
beneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the
past.
Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the
flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom,
and pushed it right up to her shoulders.
Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the
elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulled
them right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view.
“Right, now young miss, you know why you are getting
this caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?”
“Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard”.
“Nonsense, if it isn’t hard you won’t remember your lesson,
and I promise you my girl you’ll not forget this one soon”.
Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across
the center of his young daughter’s shapley bottom, leaving a
bright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one.
Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not going
to take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lesson
would be learned.
SWISSSHHH CRACK!! The pain seared across her unprotected
bottom like fire.
“OHHHH, that’s one!” Lisa gasped.
Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall.
HISSSSSS CRACK!
“OWWWWW, two!”, she yelped.
SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracy
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to recieve a hard spanking that would surely make her cry
long before it was over. And she was right.
He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, it
landed in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe.
“YEOWWW!”, hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but
it was no use, her father had her firmly in place,”one”,she
called out. CRACK! the belt landed again, “OHHHH, that’s two”
WHAP!, “OHHHH, th-th-three she cried”, her bottom already felt
like it was on fire.
“Please daddy..I’m sorry!”
CRACK! “OWWWW, th-that’s f-f-four, oh please it hurts”.
“It’s supposed to hurt”, was the reply.
WHAP! “OOOOO, five”, Jennifer was starting to cry by now.
SNAP!, the belt landed again, “That’s six”, she sobbed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed on
her unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer’s crying and
counting the strokes.
Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed
with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,”This
will teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you
young lady”, he said raising his arm for another stroke.
SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her
cheeks, just above the thighs,”OWWWWW, th-th-that’s ten”, she was bawling steadily now, “please no m-more, I’ll be good”, but it was
no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbing
like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward.
Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her
to stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about
three minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him.
Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushed
behind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom.”Now
young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the
stool here with your head on your hands and your bottom
raised and your legs apart”.
Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,
everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt
worse because he had more room to swing the belt, and in
that position she wasn’t able to clench her cheeks to ease
awful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected bare
baootm.
By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and
crying under control, but it started anew at these instru-
tions . Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on
her dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and
closing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations
of her fathers belt.
Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt
out of the way exposing Jennifer’s now angry red bare
bottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back where
it slid on up to her shoulders. “Don’t you move out of
this position young lady, if you do you will receive
two extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?”.
“Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy”, she sobbed into her hands.
Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once
reminded of how much she was starting to look like her
mother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for
the same thing her daughter was now getting, only more
severe for over-spending this month again, but that’s another
story.
As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared
damp too,”hmmm”, he thought,”she responds like her mom to the strap
too.” Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he
moved behind Jennifer.
Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely
off her gaurd.
SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub
her bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the
sting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass.
“Put your hands back where they belong” snapped Tom,
“now you have two extra for moving.” She put her hands back
under her head, tears welling up anew. “Pl-p-please no”, she
whimpered, but it was to no avail.
CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, “OHHHH
it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop”, she was already sobbing
like a little girl but to no avail.
WHISHHH SNAP! “OWWWWWW!!” she howled, “twenty-t-two”,
she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!!
“AHHHHH”, her head snapped back, “t-t-twenty th-th-th-three”
she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming in
steady streams now. “Please D-D-Daddy, I’ve had enough, I-I
d-don’t need anym-m-more”, she pleaded.
“I’ll be the judge of that young lady”, he said.
“Only two more to go, now stay in position and you
won’t have to get any extra”, said her father. Tom looked
at the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at
him, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought
of her stealing came back and he decided that the full measure
was due.
HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it’s target again,
Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,
yelped,”that’s twenty f-f-four” she cried, then realizing
what she had just done she got back into position, but it
was too late.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to move?” “Now you have
two more coming before the last one!”
“NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in’t m-mean to” she sobbed. “I
won’t move anymore”.
“You know what you were told, and that’s what you’re
going to get young lady.” WHISSHHH SNAP!! “OHHHHHH PLEASE!”
she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! “I-I-I’M SORRY”.By now it was
hard to hear her through her sobbing.
“Now”, said Tom, “here comes the last one.” WHISSSHHH
CRACKKK!!!! “OOOOOOOOH” cried Jennifer, “twenty-five!”
Tom looked at his prostate daughter’s now red wealed
and firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to
a light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He
didn’t particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was
not going to be the parent of a thief either. He told her
that he didn’t like to punish her, but that until she could
straighten up that this was what she could expect in the future
if it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the room
with belt in hand to go take care of his wife’s unruly back-
side.
Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes sobbing
and crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, still
crying, and went over to her mirror,”Oh”, she sobbed, “look at
my poor bottom, I won’t be able to wear my shorts for weeks”, she
continued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father’s
belt. “Ohhh,it’s so hot”, she said to herself, and she noticed that
she was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almost
always did after the edge had worn off the pain from a good
hard spanking.
She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely
haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that
she hoped she could find someone to take her dad’s place
someday when she got married to keep her in line the same
way he did.

END OF PART 1
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“I don’t want you getting burned. That would disappoint me for
the rest of the week.”
“Maybe in a bit. I like what your hands are doing.”
“Just one hand, darling. But it moves fast.”
“Stay down there for a while.”

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

“Hips up, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Administrator — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 10:34:01 +0000

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Administrator — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 09:28:02 +0000

fault that you’re stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night.”

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t pick up on the possible

implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn’t mean what I

hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours

trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn’t be the first

time I had done that and I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. “Sure.” I

said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, “It’s been a long day already. Thanks.”

“Thank *you*.” she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was

supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny’s apartment the first thing that hit me was the

all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn’t too bad, though. I used to have a

cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen

in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the

bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and

a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand

opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.

Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.

Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it

looked lots better than my place, which didn’t comfort her much since she

saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look

like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a

chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,

but far from sleepy. “Nice place you got here.” I remarked.

“Thanks.” she smiled tiredly. “It was cheap and clean.” She sat up a

little and said, “I really appreciate the ride. And… I’m kinda glad

you’re here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…” She looked

like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down

and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I

reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all

fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I

discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied

quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a

grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said “Excuse me, I

gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won’t be

long.” And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I

heard a shower running.

I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else’s home.

Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension

rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the

couch, trying to relax.

It wasn’t long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold

back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came

down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit

…End of the part4. To be continued..

Working jenny txt

Administrator — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 10:07:02 +0000

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Real Estate Office. If it wouldn’t be too inconvenient I’d like to drop by and

take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”

Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would

come soon enough.

“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You

couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour

and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When

can I expect you?”, she said.

“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could

be there in half that time…and intended to be.

“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”

We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite

satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I

walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached

the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even

more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was

locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to

let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and

decided that this could be good.

“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.

“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.

“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”

“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off

what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.

She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of

store.

“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.

“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to

stay late to finish up at night.”

“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”

“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my

business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when

he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”

I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She

went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their

marriage and what was wrong with it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to

carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”

Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find

a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really

are quite sexy and attractive.”

She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a

matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”

“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”

I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full

on the lips.

“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you

and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”

“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just

need a man and all that goes along with him.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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PT 1

As Mike slowly walked down the glistning wet city street

thoughts of his psychiatrist probed his mind. He had been going to the

same psychiatrist for almost a year now and his bimonthly hour

of sexual bliss was about to begin. No, he had never touched her

or had any contact with her of any kind, she was much to cold

for that, but his fantasies were fueled from these sessions.

You might say that Mike was obsessed. She was a cold, cold woman,

who had never shown any signs of emotions towards him, but in

that he did not blame her because sex with clients was strictly

taboo. He could accept that, so she lived only in his

fantasies which were fueled intensly 2 times a month.

He imagined in his head her distincted jawline which

never twiched, nor smiled, and her dark eyes which showed absolutely

no emotion whatsoever. Yes she was very cold, very unobtainable,

and in that she was so beautiful.

As he walked down the wet street, the dampness of the

pavement brought a familiar smell to his nose. He liked the rain.

The sounds of cars splashing down the pavement all greeted his sences

and created the dark mood of gloom that he was in. He seemed to always

be depressed and nothing ever seemed to matter. He stared at his

feet as he approached the large office building, and with a deep

breath pulled the large glass door open and went inside.

Ella looked at her watch and took off her glasses.

It was almost time for her appointment with Mike, and she would

need to prepare. Unknown to him was the fact that the whole

time she had been counseling him, she had found herself becoming

more and more atracted to him. On several occasions she had found

herself getting damp from the smooth sound of his voice and his

smooth looks. In her profession, sex with clients was strictly

forbidden, but as time went on she had found it harder and harder

to supress her emotions. She was finally at that breaking point

and she feared that she had lost control; something that she prided

herself on. As she slowly closed the blinds thoughts of the few times

she had reached out and touched him crossed through her mind. Every

touch she had ever placed had been always met with a think knot

of corded muscle. As she glanced one more time outside at the rain,

a wave of want passed over her. She found herself already getting

wet.

Mike pushed through the glass door that led into Ms.

Sanders office. He walked up to the receptionist and checked in.

He looked down through the glass tabletop that made up the

receptionist’s desk. As always, she was wearing a skimpy skirt

that rode up her legs when she sat. Soft white nylons hugged her

legs and supple white leather pumps adorned her outfit. Mike

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

[....!??] “Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part5 After deciding that she would be okay, he spoke again. “Cheryl, this may hurt you more than I you’d like, so I’m going to administer some anesthesia for you. You’ll probably feel really sleepy and then fall asleep, but then I’ll be able to fix your tooth much easier. Okay?” Cheryl nodded. “Oh good, I won’t feel anything. As you’ve seen, I’ve got a low pain threshold.” Dr. Walters smiled and placed the mask over her nose and mouth. “Okay, deep breaths Cheryl, let the gas do it’s work. …End of the part5. To be continued..

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DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part6 ” He watched her chest rise and fall and looked into her eyes, they went from bright and sparkled, to flat and glazed over. He didn’t realize at first that she had fallen asleep with her eyes slightly open. It was a little frightening at first, she looked like she had died. But her pulse rate and breathing were steady. He removed the gas mask and started working on her tooth… An hour later, he began putting his things away and washing up. The procedure was much simpler than he first thought. He had given her enough anesthesia to put her out for at least another four hours. He stood up and looked at her face. …End of the part6. To be continued..

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