decided that she must have liked it because of the suggestive

way she dressed. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.

“Ms. Sanders will be right with you.” She said through

pouty red lips, and gave him another big smile.

Mike said thanks and then sat down and fumbled with a

magazine. He was nervous as hell. He always seemed to be before

his sessions with Ms. Sanders. His heart thumped in his chest and

he waited in anticipation for his time with her.

Suddenly, as he heard the all to familiar clicking of her

heels on the tile, he stood up straight and put his magazine down.

She came around the corner and he immediatly fell in behind her

to follow her back to her office. His sexual bliss was starting

to roll into motion starting with the click of her heels on the

ground. There was just something about the way that sounded.

Mabey it was the fact that that sound reminded him of how good

she looked with heels and the short skirted buisness suits

she always wore. He looked at her soft brown hair and her

supple skin and yearned to touch and feel her. He wanted to

become drunk with her feel and touch her everywhere. He sighed

and walked into her office behind her.

As Ms. Sanders walked around behind him to close the door,

he noticed that the room seemed strange and alien to him. He

thought that it was probably just the gloom outside, but he

still couldn’t help to notice just how dark it seemed in the room.

Even stranger then that, he heard the click of a locking door

behind him and whirled around to see Ms. Sanders walking away from

it. He immediatly made eye contact with her and dropped his

gaze as he was immediatly met with her cold penetant stare. He felt

ashamed for his childish thinking thast because she had locked the

door it had meant anything. He mentally kicked himself for thinking

in that way and walked over to the long black leather couch and

sat down quite heavily. He then manuvered into a laying position

and crossed his hand on his chest. He looked over to the side of

him and saw Ms. Sanders gathering some papers from her desk.

He couldn’t help but to admire her. He looked at her sleek and long

legs wrapped so comfortably in sheer black nylons. She was actually

not very tall, but with help from her shiny black heels she stood

at an impressive hight. He gazed at her legs and the blackness

that they dissapeared into working under her black skirt. That too

hugged her body and showed off every curve that she possesed, which

was enough to make the mind reel. He rested his head back onto

the couch and waited for their session to begin.

He heard her as she walked back over to him, and slid over

a chair for her to sit on. He turned his head just in time to watch

her sit down right next to him facing him. Her beautiful legs were

so close to his face that he could see a small birthmark just on

the other side of the shadow which dissapeared further up her

legs. He heard the sound of sheer nylons rubbing together as she

started moving her leg up to cross it. As she crossed her legs, in

…End of the part2. To be continued..

head of my big dick and started sucking REAL hard!!

“You OK?” asked the blonde, giving me a beautiful smile.

I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was getting my hot

meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn’t know what the hell

was going on.

“Yeah,” I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who

wouldn’t be OK?

Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and

it was drenched with saliva. It isn’t easy counting while some-

one is chewing on your dick, and it took me three times before I

got it right.

Joan would run her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf

the staff, ramming it down her throat until I though I would grab

her. I’ve had blow jobs from Joannie before, but today she was at

her best.

Joan’s breathing was getting heavier and louder as she

swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a load

real soon.

“So where’s my money?” asked the teenage blonde.

Just as I passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs

giving me a great view of her pink pussy. She wasn’t wearing any

undergarments.

That did it. With a moan from me, my 9 1/2″ dick started to

shot load after load. Joan felt it, because she began pumping my

shaft harder and sucking on the head like a vacuum cleaner.

Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum-

stained shaft as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that

eager throat as she slurped and sucked every last drop.

The blonde was staring at me real funny , but my attention

was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue flick was

painful.

“Tell your friend I hope it was tasty,” the blonde said

before driving away.

“That was the biggest load you’ve ever shot,” Joan said,

giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my

pants.

We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when

work was finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my

car and ate her pussy until she begged me to shop.

So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in window, you

might know why the teller is smiling.

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“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?’” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!

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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.

–

What are you up to Mac?”

“I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet? How about

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

“Perhaps, but I am watching my weight,” she said, licking her lips unconsciously.

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but she had always had

trouble saying no to Mac. “I can handle having dinner with him,” she thought,

reassuring herself.

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving Lydia’s

office. The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all the boys falling at

her feet. It seemed ironic to Janine as she thought about Lydia and all the

signs, which she had missed, that now so clearly suggested she was bisexual if

not lesbian. It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way. She had always seemed so

calm, reserved, and rather asexual. Evidently, there was a lot more to her than

appearances suggested.

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with damp panties

and a caffeine rush. Too much caffeine gave her way too much energy, making her

bounce off the walls. She looked forward to meeting Mac privately to get to know

him better, so taking matters into her own hands she had put a note on his desk

asking him to drop by for a chat. Life had become boring in the past month or so.

Her summer had been filled with hot sex and companionship, but then Bill had

shipped off to southeast Asia somewhere. Of course, she polished his pistol for

him before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago. While she did

indulge in a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly

fucked in over a week.

Dianne once had thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured she

would probably screw all the members. She started to fantasize about all the

different kind of “members” that would be at a sex addicts meeting. “It would be

like a candy shop,” she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of

such tantalizing thoughts, as she started to go through her lecture notes for the

next day.

“Come on in,” she announced, after hearing the knock at the office door. She

licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth out her dress.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

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

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was it like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

between Instructor and Student had changed.

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

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

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

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

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

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

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

me.”

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

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

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

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

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

…End of the part6. To be continued..

rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

He heard the white wife gasp as he inserted another inch of solid black cock.

“Beg me…. Beg me to fuck you…” Jerome ordered.

“Oh god…. please be gentle. You are so large…. you are stretching

me…please,” the white wife begged.

The begging of the wife made Jerome harder. He had broken many white wives. But

Anna was different; she was…… She was the mistress of the senior partner; she

was older; she was wiser…… and she was writhing on the end of his long thick

black cock.

Jerome allowed another inch to be inserted into her tight but elastic pussy

folds. The almost silent squeal was like music to Jerome. He twitched his hips

once more and another thick inch was lodge into her tight passage.

Anna’s husband was silently kneeling just outside his bedroom. He could not see

the taking of his wife; but he could hear her moans… her begging. She was

begging for more cock….. more black cock. He was not attached to the banister

but he was too frightened to risk looking into his bedroom. And then…… he

heard another sharp and distinctive moan……

Inside the bedroom of Jim and Anna Belvoir, Jerome was enjoying himself. “Wrap

those long Lilly white legs around my ass. It will spread that little pussy and

allow me greater access to my new bitch,” Jerome cruelly mocked.

“No…Please. If I spread any more it will hurt. You are too big. You will

stretch me too much…. Please Mr. Bettis….Please,” Anna softly moaned.

Jerome allowed his cock to retreat…… only two inches; but it allowed Anna to

relax for a few brief seconds. “Do what I told you…..”Jerome menacingly

stated.

Anna tried to rise up on her hands and this allowed her pussy the briefest of

respites. She opened her eyes and looked into the foreboding dark eyes of her

master; her black master. She silently shook her heard from side to side; but

then………Jerome felt her long legs wrap around his muscular buttocks. He

allowed her to adjust herself below him and when he felt her ankles lock behind

his solid black ass cheeks he thrust forward once again to impale more of the

pretty white beauty on the end of his angry black cock.

Anna was able to adjust and to relax enough for Jerome’s first five inches to be

lodged deep into her panting body.

“This is what your husband can give you…. From this point on you are a

virgin… you are my virgin. And a virgin always remembers her first man… the

first man to bust her cherry… Will you remember me…” Jerome quietly asked.

Anna pulled herself up by her arms and gripped Jerome’s ass cheeks with her long

…End of the part23. To be continued..

skill to service the smoldering middle age beauty the good Mr. Bougehard managed

to rendezvous with Mrs. Anna Belvoir at the exclusive Chestwood Hotel in downtown

Memphis on a rather regular basis. And now…….this pompous young black

upstart had the audacity to demand that Anna would now be HIS assistant. As the

other eleven white partners sat looking with amused expressions he finally

surrendered his plaything……..”If you feel you need the services of Mrs.

Belvoir; then she is at your disposal Mr. Bettis,” the Senior Partner finally

offered. There were several bemused sighs as the other partners in the law firm

rejoiced at the older man’s humiliation at the hands of the young arrogant black

attorney.

Jerome then turned to leave the gathering and mentioned over his shoulder, “Bring

me Mrs. Belvoir’s personal file and her security file. I need to review her

qualifications before I meet with her in thirty minutes.”

Rage engulfed Mr. Bougehard Wright’s face as he was ordered about by the most

junior partner of the huge law firm; and a “black porch monkey” at that. Angrily

he ordered the trifle task to be performed by one of his smirking white

colleagues. As he thought about the pretentious request he asked himself how the

newest attorney knew about the “security” reports that the firm had compiled on

all partners and staff of the law firm. The security report was routinely

updated by a local private investigating firm on all members of the firm and

contained from time to time very sensitive information about the individuals

partners and employees. This data enabled him; the most senior partner to know

all the weaknesses; vices and other incriminating details about those who worked

under him. His mind drifted knowing the details in Mrs. Anna Belvior’s private

file.

When Boughard returned to his office he stood beside Anna’s large cherry desk

directly outside his inner office. “I’m afraid that Mr. Bettis has requested

that you be assigned to assist him in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company case.

I’m………….sorry,” he managed to speak as he turned and walked hurriedly

into his office. The large oak door shut solidly…….

Anna could not believe what he had just told her…. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was

brought up on an elegant old South plantation in Southern Alabama. She could

trace her ancestry back to the Civil War and she had attended all the right

finishing schools. Her disgust of Black People in general and Mr. Bettis in

particular was well known throughout the office. She considered herself above the

black race and had on many occasions explained her views that they should still

be “shackled and working in the cotton fields; with a heavy dose of the cat

o’nine tales applied liberally……….”

She was quickly brought out of her stupor when one of the other secretaries

stopped in front of her desk. “Mr. Bettis wants you in his office; Now!” she

brusquely informed the vacant staring beauty. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was the most

senior para legal and she was in charge of training and disciplining all the

other staff in the large office. Most, if not all, disliked her patronizing and

…End of the part2. To be continued..

She handed the two black men their glasses full of Kentucky sipping whiskey but

left hers own the desk.

The black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. “I let

my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !”

Both sets of black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the

heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the

burning liquid slide down her throat.

“Drink it all,” Jerome ordered.

Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her

stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high

octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost

immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

“Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir,” dictated Jerome.

With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol.

She tried to focus her eyes on the two black men but couldn’t. She brought the

foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass.

The black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white

carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

“Well, Pick up my client’s pen,” came the matter of factly order from Jerome.

On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully

bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the black

hands……

The long black fingers started at her knee…..and then slowly….slowly….

inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully

traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly,

“Please…..make him stop.”

Her plea went unanswered. Jerome’s face was covered with a smirking smile as he

observed the black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. “Don’t you

like those black fingers on those tender Lilly white legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir

?”

Anna shivered as the long black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt

the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm

upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose….. and then

unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

“Oh Jane. Look at it. It’s only half out too! Kiss me Jane, please!”

Jane, wearing her smart office clothes (grey pin-stripe two piece) went
over to Mary and leaned over to give her a deep lingering kiss.
She let one hand play on Mary’s left nipple, then moved it down to tease
the edge of Mary’s stretched shit hole. The side of Jane’s finger rubbed
against the side of the bulky protruding poo poo.

“Put your panties back properly this instant Mary!”

Mary was surprised at this order, but obeyed.

“And pull them well up!”

Mary stood pulling at her panties. There was, of course, a huge bulge at
the rear, one that any mad would be proud of if it were round the other
side!

“Shall I finish off Jane ?”

“Why not ?”

Mary heaved “Nnnnnnn….”, and the mound in her knickers grew larger.

“Now, Mary, we’ll go and watch a video!”

In the living room, Jane set up the VCR with a tape called “Hot Sluts”.
Not Spielberg’s latest! The two women sat next to each other on the sofa.
There was not much by way od build up in this movie! The opening scene
had a teenage girl , maybe seventeen, on her hands and knees with an older
woman, probably thirty or so, kneeling behind her reaming out the first
girl’s shit hole with a candle.

As they watched, Jane reched down to Mary’s crotch and started to massage
her cunt through Mary’s panties. Her fingers reached round to knead the
warm shitty mound held in those panties.

“Mmmmm … that’s lovely Jane”.

Jane, with her other hand, had hoisted up her own skirt and was fingering
her own cunny. Both women had eyes glued to the video.

“Yeah …. !”, cheered Mary as the candle was withdrawn from the ass of the
girl in the movie leaving a shitty streak along her left buttock.

“Lie down Mary, on the floor. You need a rub!”

Mary got down onto the floor and Jane sat on Mary’s back, facing Mary’s
feet. With both hands Jane massaged and pummeled Mary’s buttocks.
Regularly, letting fingers roam, she would squeeze and squash the poo in
Mary’s panties.

“These panties will have to go!”, cried Jane, and dragged them off Mary,
hoisting Mary’s legs into the air.

Mary’s arse was in a fine state. Caked and clogged with poo. Jane just
dived in with her hands and spread the load all over Mary’s arse, lower
back and the top of her legs. Chocolate brown stinky goo on that pale
and tender skin. Mary was moaning with pleasure.

Jane now lifted herself up and pulled her own panties to one side. Semi
squatting over Mary’s buns, Jane let go a very forcefull gush of piss which
spashed and sprayed over Mary, making the shitty mess run over Mary’s sides
onto the carpet…

I’m not embarrassed about this (If anything, quite the opposite) to do this

justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I

prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems

much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say

specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what

happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt

me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,

the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my

affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in

late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone

there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept

on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining

room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my

suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel

clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of

the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble

at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or

two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been

behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,

It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or

occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I

certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had

gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters

mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead

when I began to lose steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and

left. That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had on the

table, you were done. This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as

friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there were limits on

the number of raises, and what they described as table stakes. No checks, no

I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had gone on for a couple of years, losing very

few players and the ‘friendly’ atmosphere was probably responsible. So, here I am

down to about $5.00 and another player went bust and left. I’d lost about 8

hands in a row. I started trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck

change. That helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about 1:30

in Saturday morning now. I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of

Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but here I was down

to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante and I picked up a pair of

kings. There were 2 quarters in raises to me which I covered and I found myself

looking at a third king and two aces in my draw. I bet the quarter I had left,

the Chief raised one quarter (He’d drawn three cards) and J, the other player

raised one. So, here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was

I really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief and somehow

or other managed to say with a straight face, I’ll cover the pot with my shirt if

I lose.

The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all

over the cards, I’ll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing

it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of

…End of the part1. To be continued..

We talked for a long time about how much fun it had been for her
and for me to know that other people were looking at her naked
and beautiful body and we both suggested some funny fantasies
about how we might arrange to let some guy get a real good close
look at her. This was really a departure for us because, until
now, no one but me and two doctors had ever seen B naked. We
talked about teasing and flashing and all sorts of circumstances
that might lead up to B being naked in front of some guy or guys.

We decided to keep our eyes open for any opportunities for the
next week while we would be on Kauai before returning home to the
snow.

That last night in Honolulu did not yield the same quality of
viewing in the other rooms although we did see several nude and
semi-nude men and women, as people were undressing for bed. We
paraded around our well-lighted room totally naked for a long
time, but we couldn’t tell if anyone was watching us, especially
from darkened rooms; but the thoughts that we were possibly being
observed excited us tremendously as did our discussion of some of
the personal ads we had read, and we enjoyed another great sex
filled night together.

On the plane over to Kauai and during the drive from the airport
down to our hotel at the south end of the island, we got into a
heavy discussion about our responding to some of the ads in the
magazine. We both decided that we were probably not ready, nor
would it be wise, to try to experience everything at once so we
agreed to pick some ads requesting erotic letter and photo
exchange as a way for us to try these new experiences gradually
and with no immediate pressure for total involvement or action.
Sitting on the beach in the afternoon sun, sipping Mai-Tais, we
reread the ads and decided which couples we would answer and B
nearly orgasmed without being touched just talking about sending
out nude photos of herself to couples all over the country and
knowing that some man she had never met would be looking at her
naked body. This same thought turned me on so much that I was
very uncomfortable in a pleasant sort of way, and even more so
when we talked about receiving nude photos back from those
couples and the sex fun we would have as a result of that erotic
stimulation. B wondered how we could ever get our photos
printed, but I found an ad from a confidential developing service
(which we still use) and she agreed to pose for an entire roll of
film in our room that night. After dinner, more rum, and an
extremely stimulating photo session, we fell into bed exhausted
from a very full day.

We had been to Kauai many times and had explored nearly all of
the beach areas. This day we decided to pack a lunch and plenty
of our favorite sun-tanning drink of rum and orange juice and go
to the beach near where ISLANDS ON A STREAM was filmed because it
is really quite secluded and we wanted to get all-over tans so we
could each wear our new skimpy bikinis purchased in Honolulu,
without the white spaces showing. We arrived on one of those
very special calm Hawaii mornings, and had the entire area to
ourselves since the locals rarely go there on weekdays. We
walked a ways down to where we knew there was a curve in the
beach and set up our mats and gear. I am a snorkle-nut and since
I am also a bit braver than B sometimes, I shed my clothes and
wearing only my mask and tube, went out into the water to swim
and look around. I would look up occasionally and I could see
that B was nude and was setting our lunch in the shade and
rubbing tanning lotion all over her body. This was the first
time I had snorkled nude and it was strange swimming around with
the hard-on inspired by seeing my lovely wife moving about on the
beach as naked and as pretty as could be.

B stayed pretty close to the mats and her clothes but when I
returned to join her she gave me a drink and said that she was
really enjoying the nude sunbathing experience. Somewhat anxious
to see what might develop, I made sure that she had plenty of rum
in her drinks and after we had a couple, I brought up the subject
of what she would do if someone else came along the beach. B was
pretty hesitant, but she finally agreed that if there was no
hostile type threat, she would be willing to remain naked even if
someone did come along. I had no sooner suggested that she could
lie down and pretend to be asleep if that happened so as to let
it be a less overt showing of her body, than we could hear a
vehicle pulling in down by our car.

I looked carefully down the beach from a protected position and
could see that a guy got out of a small truck and began walking
the other way down the beach along the water as though looking
for shells. The excitement of possibly being seen was affecting
B. She poured another drink, and I could see the wetness of her
pussy glistening in the sun. We watched the guy until he rounded
the curve out of sight and we decided that nothing was going to
happen so we lay back and soaked up the sun.

B can stand more sun than I can and I began to get too warm and
went for a dip to cool off. As I returned to the mats I could
just see the guy coming back up the beach so I put on my suit and
went out and poked around the water’s edge for only one
reason…..to let him know we were there. Without looking at him
directly, I watched until I was sure that he was coming past his
truck and on down our way. Then I hurried to awaken the dozing B
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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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..

“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..

Section One – The Early Years
Chapter I – Baby Bimbo

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

Chapter II – Toddler Tramp

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, gee, sure, sure, yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Finally, Dr. Rotman gently pulled down the blanket, and Dr. Whetmore talked
to Ann, “See Ann, John is wearing diapers and baby panties just like a
little baby. He wet his diapers too, like a little baby. John likes to wear
diapers and to wet them like a baby, and needs his diaper changed now, just
like a little baby. You can do that can’t you Ann.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

====

Back to the Beginning

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

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

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

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

It was appropriately named.

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

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

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

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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“It does”, Alison said. “She really enjoys it.”

“I never said she didn’t”, Logan said. “But you girls be careful. Rogue is
not the most stable person in our team, and considering Carol, whom I know
for certain doesn’t enjoy woman’s touch, inside her head… treat her kind.
Rogue might feel that she has found love, even though the only reason you’re
doing it is the pleasure with people you can trust. Not for love, but I’m not
sure that she understands it. I wouldn’t be so sure that she can handle
rejection, thinking that she’ll have to go back to that lonely torture. It
could drive her to madness. So whatever you do…”

Alison nodded, touched by Logan’s words. After all, her relationship with
Rogue was a total mess. Rogue had tried to kill her when she had still been
a criminal, and even when they’d been teammates, there had been problems.
She had used a Rogue robot as her Danger Room opponent. What did she know
about how she took all this, what kind of feelings were involved?

“And if I think that your nocturnal activities affect your battle provesses,
I’ll put an definite end to it. Do you understand?”

“Of course”, Alison said. Logan cleared the table while she just sat there,
surrounded with her own thoughts.

“So, what should we do now? Any ideas?” she finally asked.

“It’s up to you”, Logan answered. The wind carried the sound of Gateway’s
bullhorn from his nearby hill, but the light wasn’t much compared with full
daylight. “Looks like my cab has arrived. I have to go. I’ll be back on
Saturday.”

He walked calmly outside, leaving Alison alone. She watched him walk towards
the hill, popping his claws in and out. Suddenly Elizabeth was there in spirit,
asking her how she felt. Earlier that morning Logan had told her the same as
he had told Alison, making Elizabeth first blush, then think seriously.

“So, a whole day to spend”, Alison said. “There is no mutant activity anywhere,
no visitors from outer space or anything interesting. What shall we do?

“Come in my room”, Elizabeth said. “I have something to show you.”

Elizabeth left Alison’s mind before she could object or ask anything. For a
second Alison felt quite horny, thinking of Elizabeth’s bare pussy, but then
she shrug her shoulders and entered the corridor. After all, they had all
decided not to let their sexual relationship affect their everyday life. They
still had their responsibility to other team members, and they didn’t love
each other so there was no room for any emotional soap. It was fun to run
away from the evil world for a moment, explore one’s body, enjoy each other’s
touch. If they could keep it that way, no problems would arise. Or…

“Elizabeth!” she gasped when she opened the door.

The psionic mutant was lying there on her bed, totally nude, her skin still
glistening with water. On top of her was a woman Alison had only met with a
few times, as an enemy: a six-handed swordswoman called Spiral. Two of her
hands were caressing Elizabeth’s breasts, other two were keeping her pussy
wide open and the last two were on her breasts, which were beautiful and firm.
She had pinched her nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and
harden. They dangled beautifully as she went down on Elizabeth, licking her
wet pussy softly.

Alison instinctively raised her hands to shoot Spiral with a laser beam, but
Elizabeth’s butterfly-like mind held her back. “It’s all right!” she yelled
telepathically and tried to take a half-control of Alison. During this her
physical body showed no expression of struggle. Elizabeth moaned as Spiral
caressed and licked her body, as if these two gorgeous women had been alone
in the whole wide world.

“Cant… you see… it’s all her magic…” Alison said with her last ounce
of willpower. Her eyes rolled down and she fainted for the stress, falling
on the floor.

“Is she all right?” Elizabeth moaned, going ahh between words. Spiral had
found her clitoris and bathed it with her tongue. “Don’t worry about her”,
she answered. She elevated her head and looked lovingly into Elizabeth, who
relaxed herself and took her two uppermost hands into hers.

Spiral moved up to meet Elizabeth’s lips with hers. They let their tongues
play together, then took turns probing each other’s mouth. Spiral put her
four lowest hands around Elizabeth, who returned the favor by placing her
legs around Spiral’s beautiful ass. Their nipples touched each other, but
then they held on to each other with such a force that their breasts
almost melted together. During this they kissed with fierce lust, getting
never enough of each other. Spiral bit Elizabeth’s hair and growled, and
the psionic woman opened their minds and brought them together.

“I want you”, Spiral panted. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

Elizabeth felt shivers of pleasure running down her spine as Spiral licked
her ear and gently bit it. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed it against
Spiral’s lower abdomen. The taste of this alien woman’s skin was so sweet,
and every time she licked or kissed it she wanted more. Spiral smiled and
moved into a position where their pussies met each other, and rocked her
body to cause Elizabeth almost scream for sudden pleasure.

“Oh GOD!” Elizabeth yelled, greatest smile ever on her face. No-one had
ever felt so good than Spiral, who was now running her thumbs on Elizabeth’s
…End of the part9. To be continued..

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.

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No problem.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

would be the wiser. She first took me by the hand and led me

over to her. She was still sitting on the toilet and since she

was somewhat of a nymph it was easy for her to take my rod in her

mouth without straining. She started by licking the head of my

throbbing rod. Around and around she went and now my moaning was

so loud I was sure someone would hear me. Finally after teasing

it with her tongue she looked up at me and I was out of it. So

she buried her head between my legs and took the whole thing into

her her mouth and deep into her throat. She continued to suck on

it, in and out, in and out, ’til finally I couldn’t take it any

more and I came in her mouth. She was so excited to feel that

warm cream in her mouth that she sort of giggled like a little

girl.

After she swallowed it all and licked me up she motioned for me

to kneel down on my knees. I had scarcely done so when she

grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head between her legs. I

didn’t know that while she was giving me the blow job she had

sprayed some sweet smelling perfume on her cunt. Now it was all

ready for me to go to work on it. I toyed around at first. My

tongue lapping at her lips. Then it was all the way. I’ll never

forget how it tasted. Just like a big Charms all-day sucker.

She twisted and moaned then finally she came and squealed as she

pushed on my head trying to get my tongue to go deeper.

After a few close glances and smiles, we traded places. This

time I was on the seat and she turned around and sat right down

on my still-hard cock. She placed her hands on my legs and

started to go up and down while I played with her hardened tits.

I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was my older system telling

me to stop. But I just couldn’t get off in that position. So I

gently whispered for her to turn around and face me. She did and

this time I decided to try something new. I raised up from the

seat holding on to her ass cheeks and being the nymph that she

was it was easy to hold her and pump her pussy at the same time.

I was in complete control. I pumped her with everything I had.

And I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. But

she was screaming for more. She kept saying “give it to me baby”

I couldn’t believe any chick taking this kind of sex. At the

point I thought I was going to pass-out I felt my soldier

ejaculate it’s hot fluid. She squealed as she came at the exact

moment.

I gently pulled her off of me and set her back down on the toilet

seat just the way I had found her, dress up and all. I thanked

her for allowing me to be of service and she simply smiled in

return. I never saw her again but maybe sometime you go into the

men’s room you might hear some moaning from the last stall on the

left.

–

My neighbor had fallen back onto his bed and seemed to be
doing the same thing as I was. Trying to regain his lost breath
and calm down. It seemed to me that he had had a wonderful come
but I had never felt any pleasure to surpass what I had just
felt.

After several minutes of resting there on his bed, my
neighbor sat up and pulled on his shorts again. He reached up
and turned off his bedside lamp and his room was lit only by a
light from another room. He stood and walked over to his window
and looked out. I could see his silhouette in the window clearly
as he stood there looking out. I was sure that he couldn’t see
me at all, even as close as our houses were because of the
darkness of my room.

A sudden wicked thought ran through my mind and before I
could change my mind, I reached up and clicked on the lamp next
to my chair. I couldn’t see his face but I was sure his jaw was
dropping in shock as I was suddenly illuminated, with my legs
still spread wide. My pussy was still glistening with moisture
and in full view for him to see.
The outline of my neighbor was frozen into place. As he
reached down and pulled open his window I clicked the light back
off and disappeared into the darkness again. I stood and walked
to the window and I could feel the wetness from my pussy start to
run down my leg. Little aftershocks from my orgasm were still
making my legs shaky as I reached up and pulled my curtains
closed. The last view of my new neighbor was of him leaning out
of his window, probably straining to get a better view of me but
I remained in the dark.

After I closed the curtains, I turned and let out a long
tremendous sigh. I was even more need of a shower and rest than
when I had first returned home. I stepped into the hot stream of
water and felt a wave of tension flow from my body as the
pulsating spray washed over me. I stayed in the hot shower for
almost 30 minutes and emerged clean and ready to hit the sack.

My mind was filled with images of the scene I had just
played with my new neighbor. I could only imagine what was going
through his mind. I lay down on my bed and pictured his sculpted
body through his window. I was drifting off into sleep so I
leaned over to turn off the light. Out of the corner of my eye I
noticed a light come on in my neighbor’s window. I waited till I
could see his figure in the middle of the room then I clicked off
the light and bathed my bedroom in darkness.

My neighbor looked up as my light went off and I could see
him studying my dark window. He moved over and sat down on the
edge of his bed, still looking intently at my window. Still
sitting on the bed, he reached over to his lamp and then cast
himself into the dark.

I sat there for several minutes, wondering what he was
doing. I had the feeling that he was still sitting there on his
bed, watching my window, waiting.

With my breath held tightly, I reached up and turned my
light back on. I knew that I would be in perfect view for my
neighbor. I wondered briefly whether I’d have the courage to go
onto to the next step.

I stood up and walked to my closet. I was out of his view
so I quickly dropped my robe and put on a very sheer, very short
baby doll nightgown, then put my robe back on and moved back into
view. I stretched luxuriously, making a big show of it while
standing right next to my bed. Keeping my back to the window, I
let the robe fall open and down around my shoulders. I turned
around sat down on the bed, knowing that my open robe was very
revealing. My nipples were getting hard and I looked at the dark
window next door and wondered if my neighbor was still there. I
was sure that he was and I was going to take full advantage of
the situation.

I started to massage my breasts through the opening in my
robe. My baby doll nightgown was more like a sheer robe that
opened in front. As I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples,
…End of the part2. To be continued..

lips on hers her mouth opened to greet my probing tongue. I stroked my hands up

and down her back and slowly undid the zipper to her uniform. As I pulled it off

of her shoulders her tits sprang out to savor their freedom. I caressed them

with my hands while I used my fingers to tweak her nipples. She moaned from low

in her throat as I rolled and pulled on them with my anxious fingertips.

“Suck on them.” she implored. “Suck on them now.”

I bent my head and tok as much of her right tit into my mouth as I possibly

could. At the same time I sucked I used my tongue to flick the nipple that was

buried deep in my mouth. The smell of her perfume was like some sort of trigger.

My cock began to grow in my pants and I took her hand and put it on my crotch.

It was obvious that she knew exactly what to do. She cupped her hand and began a

slow circular rubbing of my now hard cock. I moved to the other tit and began to

give it the same attention that I had given to the first. I dropped a hand to

her crotch and began to rub her pussy in the same manner that she was rubbing my

cock.

“Take your dress off I want to see you naked in front of me.” I said as I

pulled the dress down around her hips. She wriggled and freed herself of the

dress and reached out and undid my pants, pulled them to my knees and pulled my

underwear off. We each stepped out of the remainder of our clothes. Her tits

glistened with my saliva. Her pussy was covered with a soft shadowy down of

blonde hair and her pussy lips were dark pink and already begining to get wet.

“I want to lick your pussy.” I said. “I want to smell you and taste you.”

I dropped to my knees, reached around behind her and took the firm cheeks of her

ass in my hands, I spread them with two fingers as I pushed a third against her

tight asshole. She moaned again and pusshed her pussy toward my waiting mouth.

I darted my tongue out and flicked at her waiting pussy lips. I poked harder and

deeper until I could feel her clit. I continued to poke and lick. Her juices

were starting to flow and I could taste her honeysweet snatch as I probed more

and more.

She was moaning loudly now. “Yesss… Eat me… Eat me hard… Lick my

cunt!”

As I sucked harder and harder on her now swollen clit I felt her begin to

shudder. I backed of just long enough to say, “Cum in my mouth baby, let me

taste it.”

All the time I licked and sucked she had been playing with her tits and now

she dropped her hands down to her pussy stuck them deep between her legs

and spread herself open. My tongue, now beginning to tire was aching but I kept

going.

She shook violently now, her breath coming in short sharp gasps.

“OH GOD!!…II’M CCUMMING!!” she stuttered. “OOO…MY CUNT…SSUCK IT…”

she screamed. “PLEASE I HAVE TO HAVE YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH!”

In on one motion I stood up and pushed her to her knees. I grabbed the back

of her head and drove my rod deep down her throat. Hungrily she tongued, sucked

and tried to swallow my cock. I began to thrust my hips at her waiting mouth as

she continued to suck. It was an unbelievable sensation.

I felt balls begin to tighten and felt the tingling in my groin that told

me I was about to cum but I couldn’t stop fucking her incredible mouth. I picked

up speed and as if she knew what was about to happen she stopped sucking and let

my cock fall from her mouth.

“You can’t cum yet,” she said, the saliva from her wet mouth dribbling down

her chin, “I have to feel that meat in my pussy.”

She lifted herself onto the edge of her desk and leaned back on her elbows.

she lifted her legs high in the air and spread them as wide as they would go. I

could see her juices oozing from her snatch, which by this time was dark red

with excitement. I moved in and grabbing her ankles to hold her wide open slid

my cock in to the hilt in one stroke. It was hot and slippery as I began to fuck

her with all my might. She reached her hands down and to my surprise put two of

her fingers into her cunt along with my cock. I couldn’t hold off any longer.

With one last shove I drove my cock as deep in her as I could get it and came

like I hadn’t cum before. My cock pulsed jet after jet of cum deep in her snatch

as she continued to fuck herself with the two fingers that shared the space with

me. I knew she was about to cum again as I felt the walls of her cunt squeeze

around my shaft. “UGH…UGH…OH MY CUNT!…FEEL MY CUNT!” she grunted and

screamed as she reached her orgasm.

She relaxed as her orgasm subsided and I let go of her. She took the two

fingers out of her pussy and slipped them into her mouth. She sucked the mixture

of our juices off and looked up at me. “God Dickie, that was fantastic” she

said. “But I have to get up and open the store.” We got up and she got an apron

out that she used while working. We wiped ourselves up and dressed.

As I was leaving she said, “If you come back at 10:00 tonight I’ll show you

how much better I can take it in my asshole, I love to be ass fucked.” I agreed

to be back, and by the way she really did like being cornholed, but that’s

another story.

–

Archive-title: Desire

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..

Archive-title: Bikedude

It was the summer of 1989 and I was working down at the beach in a

bicycle repair shop. On the other side of the shop was a small office with a

table that was used as a rental shop. Around 5pm, two great looking girls

came in a wanted to rent bikes for the week. I immediately offered to help

and motioned them towards the office. Tammy was 5′6″, looked to be about

125lbs, blond hair, blue eyes and a killer tan. Renee was 5′1″, about 105lbs,

red hair, green eyes and yes, a great tan also. I asked them what kind of

riding they were intending on, and they said since the traffic was so bad,

they just wanted something they could get to the mall and grocery with. I

fixed them up with some touring bikes that had racks to put their purchases

in. They signed the release tickets and I watched as the two firm bodies

rode away.

I figured that was the last I would see of the two beauties until it

was time to bring the bikes back. Fortunately, I was wrong. Just as we

were closing up at 9pm, the phone rang. It was Tammy. She and Renee had

been riding around and must have encountered some glass as they both had

flat tires on the bikes. I got the address of where they were staying,

loaded up the necessary gear and took off. When I got to the apartment, I

could see the bikes sitting on the rims. When I knocked on the door and

didn’t get an answer, I started to work on the flat tires, figuring the

girls were down on the beach. As I continued working, someone snuck up

behind me and put their hands over my eyes. I was then told to stand up

slowly and not to say a word. I was led forward and soon told to sit down.

As I sat down, the hands were removed and I saw that I was in a bedroom.

Tammy was laying beside me in her bathing suit and Renee was the culprit

who had captured me. The girls said they were turned on when they saw me

riding around and had come in to the bike shop only to see me. But Tammy

had figured that if they had a problem with the bikes that I would come out

to see them. They had let the air out of the tires and called hoping to get

me. I told them I was turned on when they first came in and that I jumped

the chance to go on their service call. Renee looked at Tammy and said

“Well, I got him over here, so you do what you want with him first.” and

walked out of the room.

Tammy leaned up and pushed me down onto the bed. I could feel my cock get-

ting harder and harder beneath my cycling shorts. She reached down and

pulled her bikini bottoms off and I saw the lightest blond tufts of hair

around the pink lips of her pussy that I have every laid eyes on. She took

off her top and revealed a perfect pair of 36d’s. Now my cock felt like it

was going to explode. I helped her with my shorts and she began flicking

my nipples with her fingernails. After a few moments of this, my little

nubs were as hard as my cock. As she kept up her actions, I began working

on her nips. She began to moan very softly and spread her legs a little.

She asked if I would tie her breasts up and fuck her. I told her that I

…End of the part1. To be continued..

head of my big dick and started sucking REAL hard!!

“You OK?” asked the blonde, giving me a beautiful smile.

I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was getting my hot

meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn’t know what the hell

was going on.

“Yeah,” I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who

wouldn’t be OK?

Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and

it was drenched with saliva. It isn’t easy counting while some-

one is chewing on your dick, and it took me three times before I

got it right.

Joan would run her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf

the staff, ramming it down her throat until I though I would grab

her. I’ve had blow jobs from Joannie before, but today she was at

her best.

Joan’s breathing was getting heavier and louder as she

swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a load

real soon.

“So where’s my money?” asked the teenage blonde.

Just as I passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs

giving me a great view of her pink pussy. She wasn’t wearing any

undergarments.

That did it. With a moan from me, my 9 1/2″ dick started to

shot load after load. Joan felt it, because she began pumping my

shaft harder and sucking on the head like a vacuum cleaner.

Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum-

stained shaft as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that

eager throat as she slurped and sucked every last drop.

The blonde was staring at me real funny , but my attention

was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue flick was

painful.

“Tell your friend I hope it was tasty,” the blonde said

before driving away.

“That was the biggest load you’ve ever shot,” Joan said,

giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my

pants.

We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when

work was finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my

car and ate her pussy until she begged me to shop.

So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in window, you

might know why the teller is smiling.

—

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
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