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part10

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

burned from her first infraction of the day.

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..

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Jane and Mary shitting

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

“Mary!”, exclaimed Jane as she entered the room. Seeing Mary there,
shit sticking from her, admiring herself in the mirror, Jane was made
almost instantly wet at the crotch.

“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…

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Friday, August 28th, 2009

I’ve agreed to be totally honest about this. This is difficult because, while

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..

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Friends love

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

By: ajay
Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done, late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather’s family left for their respective schools and jobs.
Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan’s nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends crotch. She wasn’t sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself.
As she looked at Susan, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This had always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn’t alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friends body. Susan was very cute; short red hair, bright green eyes. Heather wondered if Susan ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but never that.
Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her friend on that special spot. Even though she didn’t know how Susan would react, she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it wasn’t intentional, Heather allowed her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Susan’s crotch. After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences, she allowed it to brush against her cotton panties. Little by little she became braver, sure that Susan wouldn’t wake up screaming or worse.
Susan had lay awake, one eyes barely opened, concealed by her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her panties had played with herself.
She was relieved to know that she wasn’t the only girl that did that, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that she could’ve had a better view of what she was doing.
When Heather had suddenly stopped masturbating, Susan was afraid that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and Susan had closed her eyes tightly.
But when she felt Heather’s hand make contact between her legs, she knew that hadn’t been the case. A little shiver of excitement trickled through Susan’s body as that first touch was felt. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. She wasn’t expecting it from another girl, but right now that really didn’t matter. She was excited from watching Heather and that overcame any sense of wrong doing. Besides, she could just lay there and pretend to be asleep and see what happened.
Heather’s touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But as time went on and Susan didn’t awaken and protest, her touch got more aggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot to appear on Susan’s panties and now she was so excited that she didn’t care if Susan now woke up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted up the waistband of Susan’s panties and held them up while she slid the other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft, tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and found her friends moist hole with one finger. After slightly inserting it, she commenced a circular motion around the girl’s clit with her thumb.
Susan was sure she couldn’t pretend to be asleep much longer. The tingles of electricity that she had felt now turned to bolts of electricity as Heather’s finger toyed at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, instinctively, she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion in response to Heather’s continuing massage of her clit. Sensing that her pretending to be asleep now served no purpose except to diminish her enjoyment of this new experience, Susan opened her eyes, smiled at Heather and said softly, “Umm…that really feels good.”
“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure you would. I don’t know why I started doing it, but I just wanted to.”

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And the life goes on

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

By: I_loveyou_jaan
Let me ink the story dating back to evolution of man and woman, when there was no concept of religion, race, or social taboo. The only prevailing communication was expression of love, hatred, curiosity, care and protection- to a greater extent all these were non-verbal.
What mattered most was the gender than any other relation like father or mother or child or siblings; what attracted most to them was curiosity for finding the behavioral, psychological, and physical differences between a man and a woman. The genesis of all desires, discovery and invention was the instinct, which led them to gain the conscience and rule the world. The yet another form of expression of sex,
The man and woman first saw each other, curiosity generated to further explore the physical differences, found the differences in the genitals of each other further explored it, fondled it, kissed it like an animal, loved drinking the pee, grew up together as siblings exploring the happiness, strength and weakness of each other. Probably, that led them to feel earth as feminine or sky as masculine- earth being fertile and sky being covering and protective. Probably, all these conceived a man called Freud.
The continuous change and reciprocation of behavior led to the evolution of emotion, sentiments, and human approach. Power of imagination blended perfectly with the animal’s instinct took the concept of love making to a greater height.
A boy and a girl grew up together by laughing, caring, caressing, bathing, fondling. While growing up they go through the moments of passion and kiss each other, he puts his hands for the first time on her swollen, budding chest, finds it to be the ultimate place to rest his head his hands further explore her burning calm in side her psyche and sends shiver through her spine when he moves his hands from thoracic to lumber region. He whispers his love in her ears and kisses under her earlobes, his mouth moving from her ear lobes to her neck going further down. Finds a scanty arm pits and kisses there moves lower side kisses just on the far end periphery of her breast. His hands gently squeezing her shaped butts; they start sweating, the aromas of their sweat make the moments of passion more desirous.
The woman look for the air and open her mouth, the man puts his lips on her lips and starts playing with her tongue, their tongue playing like two snakes making love, each step of passion further leading to more heightened desire, the most ancient of man’s instinct. His hands further exploring the truth, mother of all the desire, the valley of paradise, His hands are passing through smooth, creamy out ward protection of the paradise the inner thighs, she is all wet and ready to be further explored, he finds the wet and moist valley of love tickle it with his fingers, she spreads, widens hide the valley of pleasure, the adrenalin is shooting up his desires he moves his mouth downwards and moves his tongue around her naval. She pulls the hairs on his head tight, the thunder moves down from her spines and she widens her legs, pushes his head downwards, he finds the valley of love covered with soft and silky hairs. All wet and shiny with the oozing love juices, his ears are listening the rising moans, his nostrils are smelling the first fresh dews of the valley of love, his tongue wants more, explores more, goes deeper down the valley of truth. His head is clamped between her creamy thighs, her legs locked around his shoulder. She moves her head down wards further down, holds his pride between her hands so smooth and silky protection out side the commander of all the warriors the oozing fresh dews coming out of the pinnacle of pride moistens her hands she wants to feel the commander with closer views her head goes near to it. His pride touches her lips, she opens her mouth with inborn shyness and inhibition he thrusts his pride further down her mouth, she tastes the first drop of her desire which is going to make her complete woman. Incidentally, Kamasutra called it 69.
Her body quivers and she releases her control, her inhibition and her shyness all shoots out. Her forehead is sweating the erection on her both the mounds are hard and bursting from within. He brings his mouth up and kisses her lips again. He tastes the juices of his pride in her mouth and she tastes her moist shyness in his mouth. Now the emperor is between the protection of her smooth and silky thighs she holds the crown of emperor between her fingers and her hands are at the base of it guiding it to the ultimate empire to win over, she provides it the final access and brings it to the ultimate gate of victory. He pushes his might down first gently, resistance is all pleasure to the king and he thrusts it with more power she provides access she brings her territory up and exerts power back. He is going deeper down and she is clasping the emperor between her legs more tightly; the fight heightens up, the passion turns wild they pray for never ending battle. It seems the entire earth is moving up and down the sky is coming down the breaths wants to get free from the body. His assaults are getting deeper and mightier. He is hitting deeper and deeper she is hitting back and engulfing his might in her valley of love, providing him access to the most fertile ground; his obsession leads him to the ultimate success, she declares and pronounces his might, their body stiffens for the moment and he finds a load of love shooting in side her, her body jerks and oozes out her love juice; thinking he is going to be a winner he finds him self exhausted after releasing his ultimate instinct. Now is the time when she feels to be a winner an empress and the queen. The quest for the ultimate desire goes up and up till they realize that fruit of love is growing up in side her womb.
He brings foods for her, takes care of her emotions and listens to her unborn love by putting his ear on her abdomen, shy smiles in pain, tears comes out of eyes when the yet to be born prince kicks his legs in side, then comes the moment of another truth when all the passions give rise to one more curiosity. The child is now prepared to face the world desperate to come out of the womb the pain of mother heightens and the child’s head is ready to come out of the gate from where his birth was planned and conceived, in that very moment three relations are born for the first time the woman feels the child belong to her and takes care of the child, mother is born, the man feels his instincts are re born to carry forward his desires and a father is born and to both of them a son is born. He comes out, the complete woman takes him in to her arms, his mouth opens for external breathing for the first time and he cries, father looks anxious mother could understand his hunger and takes his mouth to her breasts, full of milk oozing out. The child sucks the first desire of his life to survive to survive, which is going to remain his obsession his desire when he becomes a man…
Life goes on with the cares and happiness around, his mother taking all care of him bathing him feeding him soothing him, father, searching for his dream in his eyes… He becomes the axis of love and hope in his family, the newly blessed mother doesn’t allow the father of child to come closer to her and unlock the ancient love between them again, till he is half asleep. She starts balancing her love between her newfound love and hope and the assured shoulders of comfort and protection. The cleavage widens… She puts the child on sleep and put her arms again around her never-ending pride that she belonged who made her the complete woman.
This time it was the emotion which was on the cross roads of evolution. The wildness was more matured and the comfort was more prevalent. The child cries she takes it back to her breasts. Her master gets envious and put his mouth on her right breasts. She the mother of nature feeding the father and son together, her ecstasy grows wilder and passion reaches a new height. Their love making, envy, pride, protection, hopes, desires sub-consciously creeping down in to his psyche. He enjoys the first attention of his mother and his mother becomes his first love. He finds his lady love always-attentive ready for him.
The child is gradually growing and getting conscious of the gender difference between him and his mother, yet inquisitive about his secret desires. Now is the time for his mother to affirm her loyalty towards her master and love towards her growing child, the cleavage between two loves clinging at her, widens. The child wants to feel the same warmth, which he had seen just when he was born and first seen. Mother feels shy of this grown up man tells him about the social taboos in a non-verbal subtle manner.
The child still insists for his first love, she gives in hesitatingly the child reaches the pinnacle of his love and the art of love making, at the same time he is getting curious about his just growing up budding sibling she is also getting very close to him but relies more on her father she wants to feel him she wants to feel more protected under his arms and she has to soothe her big brother also. She enjoys the maturity of her father and the might of her brother. She allows both of them to a nice treat of her passion her desires and her growing angel’s body and soul.
And the life goes on……
The Son also needs the pride which his father has been enjoying so long, decides to find his own empire, the rift grows wider and he finally deiced to move out leaving his first love of his mother and tender attraction of his sibling behind, to explore the new world.
He arrives at an unknown place people welcome this mighty prince with an open arm, and he finds a new attraction waiting for him with a swollen pride on her chest. They get closer close enough leaving no space in between. The lady finds him a man coming out of her dreams they laugh together but she is not matching his first love his own mother. Still nature�s differences conferred in them kept them together. The man is not able to decide her as his place where he can rest his head. She understands the subtle indecisiveness growing among them, yet he doesn’t want to leave her. The lady in love also gets attracted towards other men and comes a final day when out of his fatal surprise decides to leave him and again the man felt bereft, destroyed and betrayed.
The lady goes to other man but she could not find the same charm and same depth of in her new found love. She wants to come back and wants to keep the life in the same abeyance as it was, till one day the man thinks it is wise to develop the conscience and suppress the instinct the conflict between these grows wider the man feels disturbed and decides to move away far away where he can dream of a new life where he can forget his past. The humiliation has made him wiser and mightier and more decisive.
He reaches new place fids a new girl and decides to settle down with her, partial reality and partial compromises forces him to do so. He settles down with her builds an new family grows his child and his child also moves out one day incidentally he finds the new love his life where his father had found they decides to settle down and the mother of that girl was his father’s first attraction out of his house.
Both the family came together and again resumed the same fun they were born with.
And the life goes on…
Where is the religion, where are those social taboos, why we enjoy to win why we enjoy loosing, what we look for, are we looking out for something hidden within are we at the cross roads of evolution where retro is inevitable, are we looking for the truth or are we aware that we have no significance to nothing.
After all life has to continue whether we plan it or get carried by it, circumstances are very rarely predictable…
And the life goes on…
I_loveyou_jaan@yahoo.co.in

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Hawaiian Fun part2

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

leave them open a couple of inches (and then, only after children
are likely in bed) without being too obvious and inviting
trouble.

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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Farm Secrets Reviews

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

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Content: quality isnt so bad for farm yankeys they appear to be.
Videos: isnt so good but very fast,rare and funny.
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Sunday, June 7th, 2009

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Monday, May 11th, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

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

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

“..and drink!” finished Linda.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thursday, April 9th, 2009

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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.

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Kate and Linda left the mall, and decided to drive downtown and see
‘what kind of trouble they might be able to get into’, as Linda laughingly
called it. Kate was still buzzed about her momentous affair at the
restaurant, and idly rubbed her crotch through the short skirt she had on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, gee, sure, sure, yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

and when she used to babysit for the babies in her neighbourhood, she
decided it was easy and would be Ok.

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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