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

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-What?”

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A New Beginning

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

As Ann and John drove home, she kept fingering the small package Dr.
Whetmore had given her. She really liked Dr. Whetmore, and hoped she could
help John with his problems.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly said “Well, you
are quite a little pisser aren’t you. Get up to beddy bye and I’ll change
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

I guess I realized my fetish started when I was in high school. One
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!!!

Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)

amanda the nubile part11

Friday, January 16th, 2009

felt her ass shiver, she turned her attention to the pussy. The clitoris
was very easy to find, and she probed and circled it with her tongue.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked down to see Spiral’s back and Alison’s
happy face. She moved her hips closer to Spiral’s face, arched her back and
moved her feet a little bet farther from the tub. This position required
some physical work from her, but the stress on her leg muscles found its
way to the lower back and ass, where it felt real good. She was heaving with
excitement as her hands groped her breasts harder and harder. She wanted to
squeeze them until they bursted with pleasure.

Alison inserted a finger inside Spiral’s pussy, then another, spreading the
pussy lips wider. Her vagina was cherry red, and the clitoris had grown
into a clearly visible lump. “You’re so beautiful”, she said, admiring the
insides of her vagina.

Sprinkles of water looked like diamonds when sun hit them in Elizabeth’s
pussy. Spiral stopped her cunnilingus for a second, looking up at her
partner’s beautiful, well-formed tits. The way Elizabeth was squeezing
them looked so delicious that she didn’t know what to do. Alison’s fingers
found the right pace and Spiral had to stick her tongue back into Elizabeth
to avoid screaming for joy.

“Got a spare hand?” Rogue’s voice said at the doorway. Suddenly everyone
opened their eyes back to reality and looked at the stripe-haired mutant.

“You’d better be more careful”, she continued. “It could’ve been any one
of the boys or some villain. Speaking of which, why is that six-handed
menace eating you out, Elizabeth?”

“Come on, try using your power on me”, Spiral answered. “We have seen whose
persona is stronger, in case you don’t remember.”

“It’s OK”, Elizabeth snapped, “she is on her own.”

“Join in”, Alison said as she raised her face above the edge of the tub.

“I think that we ought to have a serious conversation about this”, Rogue
said and shook her head, lost in her thoughts for a while. “I mean, we
can’t go on taking care of our enemies like that!”

“Rog, this is an exception. We’re not trying to defeat Selen like this or
anything”, Elizabeth said and moaned sharply when Spiral inserted her
tongue inside her pussy for a second, wiggled it there for a while and
pulled out. Alison did the same for her, causing her ass shiver consider-
ably.

“No”, Rogue said. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood. Look, girls, what
would the others say if they found out that we are not only lesbians but
do it with our sworn enemies?”

“You didn’t seem to be such a prude last night”, Alison said.

“That was different. You’re right that I’ve been left without sex for a
long time, but I don’t want to go too far. In fact I’m not sure about if
I should do this any more. It was fun and felt great, but still… it
shouldn’t go this way.”

“That’s your decision”, Elizabeth said when Rogue was to leave. “We won’t
force you to do anything.”

“No hard feelings?” Rogue asked, looking back.

“Of course not”, Alison said. “Let’s keep our friendship the way it was.”

They heard Rogue walk along the corridor into her room and close the door.
Alison stretched out her hand and fired a minimum bolt of light, strong
enough to push the door shut. Spiral continued licking Elizabeth, who was
quick to regain the mood. Elizabeth started pouring water on Spiral’s
back, making small puddles on her spine.

“Hey, my skin will look like a raisin if I don’t get to another position”,
Alison complained after a minute of pussy-licking. She had also lost her
sensitivity to Spiral’s fingers and wanted something else, preferably
Elizabeth to touch her.

“I have an idea”, Spiral said, raising her kisses to Eizabeth’s abdomen.

The girls quickly stood up and dried theirselves. Elizabeth and Alison
got on the bed, lying on their back, and kissed each other’s lips and
breasts. Spiral sat between their legs and told them to open their legs
to give her a better entry. The heroines got their torsos closer and put
their nipples together, and gave each other a passionate kiss, their lust
lit up by the touch of each other’s hot body.

Spiral spread her own legs, too, and started masturbating everyone with a
pair of hands. Alison’s tongue darted to Elizabeth’s neck and ears, and
while Elizabeth moaned and rubber Alison’s tits with both hands Alison
handled every zynaps above her shoulderline.

“This feels good”, Alison said, moving back to sucking the nipple.

“I’m going to come soon”, Elizabeth said, her mouth hanging wide open.

“Me too”, Alison said and let the tit go. She waited for a second without
knowing where to go next, but then she started sucking and licking her
teammate’s hairline. Elizabeth yipped with sudden pleasure, because her
vaginal muscles were quickly becoming one. Spiral touched each girl’s ass
cheeks with her lips and teeth.

Alison was the first one to reach orgasm, and she released light at every
harmless frequency. Other women kept their eyes closed, so this didn’t
affect them in any way. Alison cried all the way to the top, down and
right after that to the top again. Spiral’s fingers helped her to come
three times before Elizabeth, who had decided to do it “alone” this time,
reached her peak. Spiral could feel both women come on her fingers, and
she tried to physically transmit the sensation through her body from one
woman to another. Whether she succeeded or not she couldn’t tell from the
gasps and cries, but she had no reason to complain.

Alison and Elizabeth grabbed each other, almost set on fire. Alison came
twice more, the last one burning every drop of her sexual energy she had.
Elizabeth had only one orgasm, but it was certainly extremely satisfying.
Spiral had difficulties in reaching hers, but then Elizabeth took the
controls, inserted her tongue and sucked it dry. This was enough to help
Spiral over the edge, and the alien swordwoman’s orgasm almost caused Alison
come once more by its sheer immenseness.

At that very moment, in Mojoverse, Mojo laughed and turned his face away
from the silver screen. The camera focused on Spiral’s sweaty legs, panned
to the throbbing pussy and then zoomed out to show the expression on her
face.

“She’s won their confidence”, Mojo giggled, looking fat and sweaty as
usual.

“Master?” Domo said.

“Yes?”

“She… broke your orders. Aren’t you going to punish her, my master?”

“You don’t understand anything, do you? She thinks that she’s betrayed
me, but only – thinks! This is real art! She thinks that they’ve accepted
her as their peer! But no! When I created her, I knew that I’d be doing this
and built into her some… adjustments! Perhaps I’ll make her know that
she had no place to go expect be my servant, that she’ll come and kiss my
hand, crying for rejection!”

“They didn’t seem to reject her, my master”, Domo said.

“Not yet, and that’s the best part! But wait till tomorrow, when my little
adjustments take place! Her sexual preferences will turn to be… somewhat
unusual!”

“Of course, my master”, Domo said, shrugging shoulders. What a giant kid.


Black suit – white noise

Archive-name: Fantasy/xmen.txt
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Archive-title: X-MEN – parts 1 – 3

Fetish whitboot txt

Monday, November 10th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: White Boots

Sandy came to our office to fill out some paperwork before
beginning our program. I got the forms she needed and directed
her to the small conference room in our suite. Pulling up a
chair, I indicated the chair across from me and asked her to please sit down.
I got her started on filling out the forms and then sat back to wait
for her to finish.

As she worked I looked down to see that she was wearing short white
boots, the kind that come up just above a woman’s ankle. Her boots
were kind of pointed at the toes and had short heels. Still filling
out the forms, she absentmindedly bobbed her boots up and down, rocking
them on their heels.

I couldn’t help but tell her how much I liked her boots. She smiled
and seemed very pleased. Turning her chair, she picked up her feet
and placed them in my lap. “Go ahead and touch them,” Sandy said.
I reached down and allowed my hands to move over the smooth, hard,
white leather as she ground her heels into my crotch. “Kiss them,”
she ordered, and I leaned down and kissed the tip of each boot..

“How much do you like them?” she asked next. I told her I liked
them so much that I was ready to come right then and there just
from seeing them. “Then I want you to come now. Take yourself out
of your pants and come for me right now.” She shifted her feet so
that I could release my cock, already erect and dripping. Once my
cock was free and waving in the air shemoved her white boots so that
her heels were right at the base of my cock, her dirty soles facing
me. I took my rod in hand and began to stroke it. As I did she
moved her back and forth a little, occasionally rubbing them against
my cock and balls.

“Are you going to come for me,” Sandy asked. I said that I’d do
anything she wanted. “Then I want you to shoot your load on my
boots and then lick them clean.” I continued to jerk off,
feeling the pressure inside my balls building. “Kneel on the
floor,” she ordered, taking her feet from my lap and placing
them on the floor. I got off of the chair and positioned myself
in front of her so that my cock was right over her white boots.

“Now come for me,” she said. I pumped as fast as I could, my hips
bucking hard, feeling electricity in my back, and soon my cream was
shooting out and falling on the tops of her sexy boots. I continued
to milk my cock until the last drops had fallen onto her boots and
the floor. “Now lick them clean for me.” I leaned forward and taking
one of her boots in hand, I touched my tongue to a smear of come,
tasting the sweet-salty, fresh-smelling fluid that coated her
heeled boots. I licked across the top, scooping up the come
with my tongue and swallowing it. When I had finished with the
first boot, I lifted the second and performed the same service.
As I continued to kneel on the floor, my cock hanging out of my
pants, Sandy pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked out
of the room without a work. As she neared the front doors of our
office suite, she did turn to say “There are a few drops of your
come on the floor. Lick them up.” I leaned forward and cleaned the
carpet as she asked. When I had finished and looked up she was gone.
Leaning back against a table, trying to recover my senses, I looked
down to see that juices had continued to leak from my now softened
rod and had soaked the front of my pants.

Fetish tammi txt part2

Friday, November 7th, 2008

seam. The change in her was amazing, the once small waist now sported a pot
belly. And the once trim hips now caused the dress to ride up so high that
the hem was so short that the bottom of her newly rounded but peeked out from
the bottom. Her muscled thighs had grown round and jiggled slightly when she
walked. She had trimmed the dress with false white fur and acted like Ms.Claus.
“Come on, lover it is time for your surprise,”she purred. I followed her to
the bathroom, dazzled by the sway her slightly padded hips caused. Smiling
she stepped on the scale, and it came to rest on the number 161. “I guess I
over shot my twenty pounds” She then giggled and walked toward the front room.
The table was loaded with food and she began to pig out. She stuffed herself
with spaghetti, lasange, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. I was
going nuts watching my formerly skinny beauty stuffing her self. After her
third helping of potatoes she sighed contentedly, causing both sides of her
dress to give way. “Oops, I guess I have out grown this dress,” she cooed
sexily.
Then the bottom dropped out. The day after Christmas Tammi started
calling Weight Watchers and digging out her diet books. I must have shown how
broken hearted I was because she reminded me of her resolution. Then work
temporarily relocated me for three months. The day I left Tammi had some new
clothes to model for me. It was an exercise outfit consisting of a pair of
loose fitting black jogging shorts and a top that covered her large boobs and
half way down her tummy. “It took a while to find the shorts, I like them
loose when I work out. But before long I hope to be in my old aerobics outfits,
she said showing off the nicest figure I had seen in awhile, soon to dwindle
to a skinny little thing.
During the next few days Tammi told me all about her diet, then I asked
her not to talk about it. We still called every day or so. And I resolved to
go through life in love with a thin woman. I just guessed that the last few
months were all the real happiness that I would ever get. But the Tammi in my
fevered wet dreams was still a bulging behemoth.
The company told me that I could return to my old job on the first week
of April. I called Tammi and told her. “Great honey, I’ll clear the weekend
before that. I’ve missed you so much, I almost went crazy. I’m so horny, I
could hump you to death.”, she said.
But even that didn’t help my mood. I slowly packed the next day and
mournfully boarded the plane for the four hour flight back home. During the
flight I had a dream where I got off the plane to find Tammi standing there
with a newly developed boyish figure. What a nightmare!!
I called home as soon as I touched down, and found out that Tammi had
some things that had to be done. Therefore she couldn’t come and get me. So
I called a cab and went to the office to settle all of my affairs there
before going home. Bowing to the inevitable I called Tammi and told her I
was on my way home. During the twenty minute drive to the apartment I
dreaded having to tell Tammi that her new smaller figure was great.
I paid the cab drive and climbed the stairs, I never used the elevator
for the three flights of stairs. On the way up I wondered how many times
that Tammi had ran these stairs in the search of a tiny waistline since I had
left. I unlocked the door and stepped in. I looked up and my jaw hit the
floor!!
There Tammi stood in her black jogging shorts and workout top. But
instead of hanging on her like I thought they would be they were stretched to
the limits trying to contain the bulging body within. She was wearing the
same skyscraper heels that she had on our first date, but the legs that were
above them were several sizes larger. Her chubby thighs seemed to burst from
the confines of the extraordinarily tight shorts. Her tummy spilled from over
the waistband of her shorts, several inches of “love-handles” overflowed the
top of her girdle-like shorts. The top was straining at the buttons, each one
was the apex of a diamond of flesh peeking through the straining fabric. Her
cleavage was billowing out the top of her blouse. A real double chin had
developed and her smile caused her dimples to be very prominent. Her face had
filled out and was almost round. Her eyes had a teasing gleam in them as she
lifted her now pudgy arms above her head and struck a porn-like pose.
“Like what you see,lover?” she asked coyly.
My voice was still gone so she began to model her new bod for me.
“Yes, sir baby, 212 pounds of jiggling flesh just for you. I bet you never
expected to find a 46-32-49 inched bombshell waiting for you. After you left
I really tried to diet, I really did. But after months of gorging myself I
found it almost impossible to resist all of those pastries calling to me in
the middle of the night. But I held on. Then after my second aerobics
workout the instructor came over and suggested that I try some other exercise
program. She told me that I was just too fat to do the workout. The scrawny
bitch!! That night I came home and looked through our BUF collection and
made up my mind to change resolution. My new resolution is to become as fat
as possible.”
I had to shake myself to make sure that I wasn’t still sleeping on the
plane. I followed Tammi as she walked into the living room. Her ass had
gotten so big that most of it hung out the sides of her shorts, even though
she tried to cover them up every few steps. I reached out for her, she spun
away from me. “If you can catch me you can fuck me,” she said in a taunting
manner. The chase was on, around the house I chased her. Due to all of the
added weight she was slowed considerably, but I slowed down just to watch her
butt and thighs jiggle. After about the second lap of the apartment I caught
her, she was huffing and puffing. “To think I used to run four miles every
day before breakfast.” she panted.
I kissed her several times before she pulled away. “Later, babe. But
first the second part of my little surprise.” With that she lead me to the
bedroom. On the bed was a feast, and at the foot of the bed was an easy chair.
Tammi seated me in the chair and then lay down on the bed surrounding herself
with food. The gorging began, Tammi ate and ate and after two hours was still
eating. The jogging shorts gave up the ghost after about an hour, with the
last of the blouse buttons going several minutes later. Later that night our
sex was wonderful. The extra weight that Tammi had added was the most
satisfying present that I had been given in years.
Tammi’s life became an endless series of binges. Food became an glorious
obsession for her. The former gluttous binges became like appetizers for her.
Soon none of the clothes that she had bought fit. She was rapidly becoming a
massive momma. The real turn on was the change in her attitude, instead of
worrying about her size she was striving to become bigger. In fact, she had
clipped pictures of the largest models from BUF and now they were pasted on
the ‘frige, and on all of the mirrors in the house. And my old lover’s
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Fetish nnurse txt part2

Friday, October 24th, 2008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fetish shoplft1 txt part2

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

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

END OF PART 1