“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control

his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain

started activating its connections. Lights danced on

the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s

really running!”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”

muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his

dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four

feet over.

He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked

gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up

at him.

To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and

she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s

arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-

factly.

What could he say? “Yes.”

“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

“Yes.”

She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen

balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-

exhaled, half-moaned.

She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,

and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.

“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!

I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan

deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and

sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system

console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was

intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.

Give me everything you got.”

They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried

to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could

feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he

gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”

Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.

Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–

that the only two things in the universe were her tight young

pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together

faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew

that soon the spasm would come.

Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they

glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to

and there was nothing else for it to do before the London

stock exchange opened.

“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”

Ryan said gently.

“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.

You can take care of me.”

He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.

End

–

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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around him. The kiss was urgent and full of passion. The two of them buckled to

their knees onto the shag carpet. Neither of them were worried about rug burn, as

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

He withdrew his mouth from hers and backed away. Mac looked at her with a knowing

grin and waited for her to ask. She had to ask because it was part of the game.

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What?” he asked, “Would you like some wine?”

“No! Pleeaase,” she said reaching for him. She knew what she had to ask, but

tried to seduce him out of the game.

“Oh, would you like water instead?” he asked grinning wider.

“I want you.”

“Want me to do what?” he pressed further, stroking his penis.

“I want you to make love to me, NOW!” she gave in and begged.

“Ok.” He slid to the floor and started kissing her with lust. This was his

favorite part. Watching her beg was just the beginning. It was the way she

screamed his name in passion that he loved to hear her pant, moan and scream

because of what he did to her. Enveloping her body, mind and soul with desire got

him off. It was like no other thrill. She was like no other woman and he had had

many women. He had had all kinds of women. Some had large breasts he could play

with for hours, some had an ass he could look at forever, some had such a

beautiful face he could kiss for an eternity, but Janine was a woman whom he

could make love to forever because she loved every moment of his passionate

torture. She begged for his desire and she took him to another place. All it took

was for him to touch her with his naked hand on her thigh and she would open up

her soul to him. She would let him rape her mind for a moment of bliss. It was

something he felt guilty about, but he loved playing with emotions. He actually

went to other women in order to come back to her and make her love him more. It

was perverse and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself or his own desire.

The sex was wonderful. Their bodies bounced and heaved in a writhing bundle on

the carpeted floor and their moans pierced the night. The sound of the sweaty

bodies bucking and slapping into each other made them both quiver with passion.

The release was only the beginning. The game wasn’t over, yet.

***

…End of the part11. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ladies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

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

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

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

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

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

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

The fear swept through her limbs. She wanted to say something but no words would

form in her trembling lips. After an eternity she felt her legs carry her to the

corner of the office. Her delicate fingers grasp the willow branch and she

brought the thin frightening instrument to the seated black man. She handed the

willow to Jerome who took the thin reed in his muscular black hand.

“Turn around…” he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

“Lift your skirt…” was his next order.

Anna grasp the hem of her off white skirt in her hands and bending pulled the hem

up……until the darker white bands of her stockings became visible.

“Higher,” was his next simple command.

The skirt was raised another several inches until the lace around the white

panties was visible.

“What did I tell you Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome questioned.

Her voice stuttered, “You….. told me to wear my skirts four inches from my

knees Mr. Bettis….”

“And if you didn’t ?” he asked.

Her voice trembled noticeably. “You said…….you said that…… that you

would spank my Lilly white ass..” she finally was able to get the words from her

lips.

The first slashing blow hit her upper thighs. The sound was sharp and distinct.

Anna moaned when the thin reed ripped against the white silk of her hose. She

knew that her co-workers could hear the reed as it whipped through the thin air

and made contact with her muscled upper thighs. She received four brutal strokes

and tears dripped from her eyes and feel to the thick white carpet. Jerome sat

back down when the punishment ended.

Anna stood, bent at the waist with the hem of her skirt in her delicate fingers.

“You may pull your skirt down after you thank me for correcting your first flaw

of the day Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome sternly stated.

“Thank you for correcting me Mr. Bettis,” Anna sobbed.

Anna then stood and smoothed her skirt. She faced the large windows as she tried

to wipe the tears from her eyes. The intercom beeped and a receptionist announced

the arrival of Jerome Bettis’ first client interview.

…End of the part8. To be continued..

With trembling voice she softly muttered, “Yes….”

“Now that we understand each other fully I will give you your instructions for

the rest of the week. From this day forward I will be interviewing a group of

angry black men. I expect that from now on you will look like something more

than a middle age Lesbian. You will purchase and commence from this day forward

dress like a woman should. You will wear hose; garter; and no dress that is

longer than four inches above those hidden dimpled knees of yours. I want you to

start wearing those wonder bras that will lift and separate those delightful, if

small, little breasts that you want to hide. I want you to throw those flat

little shoes away and wear heels and knee high boots with at least three inch

heels. In short Mrs. Belvoir, I expect you to put stiffness in every black prick

that walks through my door. Is that understood ?”

Mrs. Anna Belvoir, her rage barely under control wanted to verbally castrate the

arrogant and pretensious black attorney giving her these lewd demands. But reason

raised it’s ugly head and she reluctantly decided to save her birth place.

Raising her pretty face she looked into the dark forbidding eyes of her

tormentor. “I understand your demands,” was her simple quiet statement.

“We start tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Be punctual…” Jerome closed the first meeting

between the two antagonists.

Anna slowly walked to the door. Just as her petite hand reached for the knob

Jerome spoke again, “Wait just a minute Mrs. Belvoir.”

Anna stood facing the door with dread in her face as she heard the muscular black

man walk to where she was standing. Putting his large black hands on her

shoulders he turned her around. Looking down at the trembling wife he spoke

again, “Who is your boss Mrs. Belvoir ?”

With her trembling lips she softly answered, “You are my boss Mr. Bettis.”

With a smile on his handsome black face he then gave he his next command. “Kiss

your boss good bye for the day Mrs. Belvoir.”

Her face became very pale. She had always loathed black people…..she had been

brought up to think of them as inferior; and now she was being ordered to kiss

her new black boss. The man who had turned her ordered and tranquil life upside

down in only thirty minutes. She started to shake her head from side to side and

then looking into the dark demanding eyes of her new boss merely dropped her eyes

and raised her lips to his thick lips. She let her small delicate tongue slide

between her lips and explore his wet mouth and thick tongue. As her tongue

entered his wet opening she felt his strong hands circle her thin waist and pull

her tight lean body against his muscular body. Putting her small hands on his

muscular chest she tried to resist……….until she felt the hard black pole

push against her lower abdomen and rub against her throbbing womanhood. The

unwanted sensation was very disturbing to Anna. She pushed harder against the

…End of the part4. To be continued..

want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?” he asked.

Blood was filling her head…. It would have been amusing if her position would

not have been so humiliating. She could not answer her master; not with her

husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

Jerome licked his index finger and then stroked the red lined slit. Anna’s sex

chute had regained it’s tightness since her black sexing several hours ago. She

felt her slippery lubricant forming deep in her pussy. When Jerome separated the

tight lips Anna moaned noticeably. “May I please get up ?” she pleaded.

“No.. You may not. I like you with your face on the floor. Answer my question

Mrs. Belvoir !”

The back of Anna’s legs begged for relief. The tips of Jerome’s long muscular

fingers were continuing to agitate her sex. She wanted to………………..

“Yes,” was her quiet sob.

“Yes, what, Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome asked.

The tears had returned to her eyes. “Yes, I want you to fuck me Mr. Bettis.”

The fingertips were teasing her hard clit. The obscene position that she found

herself…. and the tormenting fingers were bring her close to arousal.

“Beg ME,” Jerome ordered.

Anna tried to form the words… She tried to come up with an answer; any answer.

She couldn’t.

“Please fuck me with your black cock Mr. Bettis. Please take me to my bedroom and

fuck me until you cum into my tight pussy. PLEASE…… PLEASE MR. BETTIS,

PLEASE FUCK ME…… FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG BLACK COCK YOU BASTARD !!”

Anna’s submission was complete. Jerome sat and relished her surrender. “Well

JimBo…. Do you want me to fuck your little tramp ?”

Jim’s cock was about to explode. His head still spun from the sharp slaps he had

just received. Meekly he looked up at the black man seated at his kitchen table

obscenely stroking his wife’s sloppy pussy. “Yes……” was his simple reply.

“Well white boy; I be taking your little tramp up to YOUR bedroom. I’m going to

fuck her in the same bed that you lay with her every night. I want you to stay

here… Maybe afterwards I will let you watch… but now you just keep laying on

the floor. Oh….. and another thing. I want you to beg me to fuck your little

slut of a wife,” Jerome concluded.

With his head hung in shame (but with his five inch white cock throbbing with

…End of the part20. 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..

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

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

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

alcohol.

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

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

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

Theodore’s sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

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

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

of the morning and afternoon.

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

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

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

of Anna’s fellow workers.

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

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

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

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

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

mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part15. To be continued..

Mary pushed and soon the vegetable was buried eight inches into Jane. Mary
stood back to survey the scene, and picked up the Polaroid camera. She
framed the shot and soon displayed to Jane the fine sight of her arse with
protruding cucumber.

Mary now took a pair of scissors and cut Jane’s panties clean off her.

“It’s got to come now Mary! I have to dump this load!”

“Then go ahead.”, said mary, with a grin, looking down at peter and adding
“Are you ready young man?”

“Grrrnnn….nnnnnnnnn” Jane was pushing.

Janes’s shit hole started to gape and the huge contents emerged. Mary
quickly took a couple of more Polaroids. Jane now let loose a strong
yellow and very stinky stream of piss which splashed and cascaded over
Peter’s head. Peter attempted to catch as much of it as he could in his
mouth, and swallowed thirstily.

There stood jane. Now semi-sqautting from her standing position, with one
large green cucumber protrding from her cunt now partnered by a good five
inches of fat shit sticking from her shit hole.

“Jane! Now I want you to drop the cucumber from your cunt and take hold of
your turd and push it all out into your palm”, Mary commanded.

Jane reached round, pulling the cucumber from her cunt and lettinf Peter
catch it. he sniffed the musky pissy vegetable and took a bite from it.

Now Jane had the emerging turd cupped in her hand. She started to push it
out, the monstrous beast curling onto her hand. It was very large though,
and a couple of bits broke off and descnded with a splat onto Peter’s face.

Mary was shooting more Polaroids. She then put down the camera as jane
moved around with the turs in her hands.

“Give it to me Jane”

Mary held out her hands and recieved the dark, stinking gift.

“Massage Peter ?”

The two women knelt down beside Peter and, when mary had dumped the handful
onto his chest, both of them started to massage it all over him. It
mingled and tangled with his chest hair.

“Now Peter, I have a little examination to perform. Lift up your legs and
spread them”

Peter, still in stunned silence, simply obeyed. Mary got down between his
legs and parted his arse cheeks. With one very shitty finger she geban to
proble his hole.

“While I do this Jane, see if you can wash some of that lovely stuff of his
chest”

So, Jane straddled Peter and with her hands parted wide her cunt lips. The
odours in the room were now intoxicating. Soon piss started to cascade
from Jane. She gyrated her hips and used her fingers to hose all over
Peters chest. Lumps of spread shit mingled with the piss and started to
run off the side of Peter’s body.

By now, Mary had two fingers buried full length into Peter…

Part 6

The final dribbles of piss dripped from Jane down onto Peter’s chest. The
stink in the room was now overwhelming.

“Mary, what can you feel up there? Has Peter been saving something up for
us my love?”

Mary had her fingers ( three of them now ) buried well into Peter’s hole.

“Well, let me put it like this, I think our lovely Peter here has not
visited the bathroom for a poo for a while!”

Both women giggled uncontrolably.

“Right Peter,” said Mary, attempting a touch of control in her voice, and
sliding her shitty fingers from his arse, go and kneel over there on the
sofa with your arse sticking out towards us. And remain silent!”

Peter stood and went over to the sofa. He kneeled as instructed, resting
his head and arms on the back of the sofa.

“Spread thos legs and cheeks young man!”, ordered Jane.

Mary pressed her lips to Peter’s smeared hole. “mmmm.. tasty! I think you
need to go Peter, yes?”

Peter began his poo poo. Mary probed at his his hole has he pushed. “Mmm,
bulging nicely Peter. Let have a good lick at it!” As she licked Peter’s
ruddy brown anus it widened suddenly and the first inch of a good sized
chocky stick appeared.

Mary, on impulse, opened her mouth wide … to receive the package!

Peter grunted, throwing his head back, his abdomen contracting hard.

Jane stood over this scene with a hand on each of Peter’s cheeks, ensuring
they were well spread.

Now, Mary had in her wide open mouth,the remote end of Peter’s shit. It
was solid and medium dark. Her lips were sealed around it as if giving a
blow job!

“Oh God, this is fantastic” exclaimed Jane, “but I need something in me!”

Jane released Peter’s cheeks and retrieved the nibbled cucumber from
earlier. She simply swuatted down and rammed the thing almost full length
into her aching pussy. As she did so, she groaned and grunted, determined
to force out another shit to accompany the scene unfolding in front of her.

Mary had her back to Jane. She took her mouth away from Peter’s poo for a
momnet , revealing a rather fetching brown lipstick! She demanded a
description of what Jane was doing”

“I have the cucumber up my cunt. Grrrr..nnnn. And I’m having a poo on the
carpet. Here it comes. I’ll just reach around and get a bit. It feels
quite soft this one, Ahhh.. ther, I have it. Now I think I’ll take a
little taste!”

Jane brought the small roundish turd to her lips and licked. Then, a bite.

Mary had returned to Peter’s toilet duties. The turd had now fully exited
from his hole. Mary held the single long brown sausage in her had and
sucked on it. Jane came over to admire.

“Well done Peter! It’s a beauty!”, Jane praised.

Soon, the women gathered up all the pieces of shit that they could find
around. There was plenty now. They lay Peter down and piled the load all
over his body, moudling and pressing it onto him. Mary decorated her large
and rounded breasts with globs of it, teasing her nipples as she did so.

“My turn on the cock now I think Mary!”

Jane mounted Peter’s cock, which was now fit to burst, forcing her shit
hole down onto it. Her arse hole was so shitty it slipped in quite easily.
She slid herself down it’s full length. As she rose and fell on his tool,
it became more and more streaked with dark chocolatey shit.

Meanwhile Mary straddled Peter’s face and pressed her hard worked holes
hard against him. She rubbed her cunt and shit hole hard against his face.
Building up to orgasm now, she reached forward and smeared shit from his
body on her own breasts and face, licking her fingers as she did so. She
beagn to come in explosive waves.

Peter was also about to come. Jane was gasping loudly as she pumped
Peter’s cock in and out of her shit hole. She rubbed her pissy cunt and
clit hard.

The first sound from Peter for a long time now, “Arrrrhhhh arrhhhh yes!
yes!”. Peter delivered a hot jet of come up Janes’arse. His cock pulsed
and squirted deep inside her. As soon as the last wave of come had ended,
jane immediately lifted herself off, shitting out Peter’s cock. In a rush,
she pushed mary away and squatted legs very wide over Peter’s open mouth
and pushed out a slimy brown stream of cum and shit straight into it.

All three now lay collapsed exhausted. Shit and piss was all over each of
them and on the floor and furniture.

“Well”, said jane, “I guess we could go out for dinner now!”

They all laughed.

his head and lean over his shoulder to check out the screen. Log files and

newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.

“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look

up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere

tonight?”

I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.

Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left

in here?”

“Yeah”

Right.

Shoes.

Shirt

Jeans

Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him (underwired). He finally looks

up, notices what state I’m in.

“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important

work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything

interesting off the newsgroups?”

“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,

where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from

ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads

those videos.

And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you

like what she’s doing to him?”

“Oh, it looks all right.”

“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his

jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the

least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the

tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the

…End of the part1. To be continued..

The guy was about a block away, so I began walking toward him and
met him about half way. He was a nice young man who was working
on some condo construction, but had pulled his shoulder and had
taken the day off. I told him that my wife and I had come out to
suntan in the nude but that I had begun to get a sunburn on my
cock and that she had too much to drink and had fallen asleep.
We were approaching B and the young man could see that she was
naked and he turned as though to walk back the other way. I said
that it was all right and the she probably wouldn’t mind if he
saw her and, since she was asleep, it wouldn’t matter anyway; so
he continued along with me. He couldn’t take his eyes off B’s
firm and naked body as we got closer and stopped just even with
her. From where we stood, we were looking right up between B’s
legs to her pussy and the view was super erotic. He commented
that she was very sexy looking and had a great body. I asked him
if he really liked what he could see and he nodded yes so I asked
him if he would like a closer look. Without taking his eyes off
her pussy, he nodded yes again; but he hesitated as I turned to
go toward her. He said “what if we wake her?”. I replied that
when she fell asleep in the sun after drinking rum, she was
really “out” for at least an hour and he needn’t worry because it
would take a cannon to waken her.

We walked right up to her and we could see her moist pussy lips
and her hard nipples. We could not see her eyes but I knew she
was watching and could see the bulge of both hard-ons she was
causing. He said that she was really great looking and could not
believe his good fortune of being able to see her like this, and
adjusted his rigid cock in his shorts. I could tell that B was
taking all this in because I could see more moisture showing at
the slit of her pussy. I said that I didn’t want her to get a
bad sunburn and should probably rub some oil on her for
protection and got the bottle and knelt down by her left side.
He just stood there with his shorts sticking out, so I asked him
if he wanted to help. As he knelt down by her right side, he
asked if I was sure that she would not wake up and I replied that
I was sure and squirted oil on both her arms and across her
shoulders and began to rub it into her left arm and shoulder. He
still hadn’t moved, so I said to go ahead and that she would
never know anyway. He tentatively began to rub the oil into her
right arm and shoulder and I knew that he was feeling hot skin
and warm oil and I realized then that not only was this the first
“stranger” to look closely at B’s naked body, but that I was
watching him actually touch her body as well. Knowing that she
was watching and had allowed things to go this far, I decided to
see what more could develop so I took the oil and squirted some
down each leg from thigh to ankle and began rubbing it into her
left leg. He followed suit and we were both leaning down by her
knees and looking right at her pussy. We could literally see
droplets of moisture running down the slit. I rubbed the inside
of her thigh, carefully stopping short of her pussy hair, and he
did the same. Then, looking him in the eye, I gently put my
hands under her knee and ankle and slowly moved her left leg
about six inches sideways. He appeared to be hesitant, but I
nodded yes and he did the same to her right leg which exposed her
full pussy to our view. Her outer lips had parted slightly and
we could see the wet pink folds of her inner lips.

I began to rub the oil into her thigh with both hands, taking
care to stop just short of her pussy and he followed my motions
exactly. As he was rubbing her thigh and looking right into her
pussy, I looked at B’s face and smiled and licked my lips and she
smiled right back and licked her lips as a sign to me that she
was enjoying what was happening as much as I was. Then, I poured
oil on her belly from the base of her tits to the hair of her
pussy and began rubbing my side of that area. He moved up to do
the same and as we did that, I poured circles of oil on each
nipple and full breast and without hesitation we were then both
rubbing oil into a fine breast with extremely rigid nipples, each
of us tweaking her nipples as we massaged the oil into her tits.

At this point, my cock was so hard it hurt so I stood up and took
my suit off to give it more freedom. When I knelt back down, my
cock was at the right level so I began to rub it all around her
left tit and hare nipple. This time, he didn’t need any
encouragement as he dropped his shorts and began to rub his cock
all over her right tit and its hard nipple. He did not notice,
but we were close enough that I could see her open eyes behind
her sunglasses and they were focused on the first cock, other
than mine, that B had ever seen “up close and personal” and
watching it rub her firm and hot tittie. Her hips had begun to
involuntarily spasm a little, so I said to him that even though
she was “out” she appeared to be enjoying our caresses nearly as
much as we were and asked him if he wanted to give her more
pleasure by rubbing her pussy. He immediately reached down with
his right hand and cupped her entire pussy mound. He slid his
fingers up and down her pussy lips and inserted his first two
fingers into her to the hilt. He was obviously experienced
because as he moved his fingers in and out of her he rubbed her
aroused clit with his thumb. B could no longer control herself
and began to raise her hips against his finger thrusts and to
moan slightly as she approached orgasm. All this time, she was
watching us both pump our cocks against her tits and she (and I)
was really enjoying the highest sexual excitement we had ever
had.

As his finger thrusts got deeper and her pelvic thrusts got
higher, I said that I could tell that she was about to cum and we
both began to pump our cocks harder across her nipples. She
began to moan even more and, as she reached an obvious orgasm, we
both exploded our cum all over her titties in a hot sun and oil
threeway orgasm that we, and I am sure he, will never forget.

B’s orgasm had subsided but he still had his fingers up inside
her pussy and as he would flick her clit, her hips would
involuntarily spasm and she would let out a little gasp. He was
worried that she was waking up, so he wiped the last drop of his
cum on the side of her tit and pulled his shorts up over his
still fairly hard cock. B was still kind of sighing and was
licking her lips as I stood up and agreed with him that she
probably would wake up soon. He said he thought that he had
better leave before she awakened and leaned down to take a last
look at her pussy, now open and running with her own juices.

As he turned to go, he asked me if I was going to tell her what
had happened and I said that I though that I would. He smiled
and said to thank her for a great experience and walked back down
the beach toward his truck.

I left B alone to savor the experience herself and went out to
the water to cool off and to also think of what we had just
enjoyed.

After he had driven off, we had great sex in the sunshine and
agreed that even though we had gone a lot further than either of
us had imagined or planned, this outrageous and spontaneous thing
we had done was the most exciting thing we had ever done and
would probably open the door to more fun and enjoyment of erotic
activities.

We have been very selective and limited in our actual physical
contacts with others, concentrating primarily on the exchanging
of erotic photos and letters and enjoying the vicarious thrills
we derive from that activity as well as our pastime of
“accidental” exhibitionism, but we often fondly reminisce about
our first “afternoon in the sun” and how we got started toward
erotic enjoyment.

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like, right? Believe me, I know…” She was looking me straight in the eye, and

I felt like a bug on a windshield. But I bit the bullet; what the hell. “Yes, I

was looking. You are…” I groped for a word as her smile widened. “…very

pretty.” Her eyes widened. “Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You’re not too bad

yourself.” She turned again and bent over at the waist, reaching for something

on the ground. My gaze was traveling up her legs when I caught her looking at me

and grinning. “Yes, you’re very pretty.” I was totally losing my grip, and I

started babbling. “Yeah, I remember you and your friends… Me and my coworker

were looking at all of you, but I was mostly looking at you.” She straightened

and resumed her perch. “Uh huh. Don’t you think it’s, like, wrong to look at

women that way? We’re not objects, you know.” Her smile was so fetching, a

beauty to behold. Some women turn and hide their grins, and some are more bold,

but she took the cake. Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put my

head into. I frowned. “True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to want us to

look, right? Like you said, you know when guys stare at you. Obviously you like

it.” “Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot.” She squirmed a bit, rubbing her

legs together. “Sometimes I think I like it too much…” Mimicking her pose on

the desk, I bent forward and matched her conspiratorial tone. “What do you

mean?” “Well…” She bit her lip. “Sometimes when I get guys to look at me, I

get really turned on…” She paused. I didn’t say a word. “Sometimes I can’t

wait to touch myself. I mean, I can’t wait until I get home… Sometimes I find

a place where I can get away with it, and go ahead and do it.” “…Like where?” I

prodded. “Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were here… This

older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this book like he was

reading it, but really he was looking at me… I was squatting down to look at

the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits.” My erection,

noticbly pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over

further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn’t see from where she was

and continued. “So, he’s doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean

really staring, and I glance over and see his dick get hard. I mean, he was

really showing. So I stood up and made to go by him, and I ‘accidentally’

brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him really sweetly and said I

was so sorry, and he practically bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and

bothered –” She squirmed again. “–and that got *me* hot and bothered.” She

stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. “All he wanted, right then, was to

lift my dress…or this skirt…” She paused as she touched the hem of her skirt.

My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted it slightly. “…rip off my

panties…” I could see the barest hint of white panties. “…and fuck the shit

out of me.” I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the

front of the desk. My brain wasn’t taking any calls, and my eyes were glued to

the gorgeous woman exposing herself. Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned.

“I’ll be right back,” she blurted. She turned and walked quickly towards the

restrooms. Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook myself. What the

hell was going on here? Surely this couldn’t be legit. Was this some bizarre

trick by management to get me fired? Was this some weird setup by my roommate to

get a laugh? Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the other

information desk across the store. When he answered I spoke fast. “Did you see

that gorgeous redhead in the blue shirt and plaid skirt?” “No, I didn’t… Where

is she?” Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this with someone

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“I can imagine!” answered Linda breathlessly. She had felt her own pussy
get a little wet as they talked, and now dropped one hand to her lap
furtively.

“So anyway, I pushed and pulled him in and out, actually fucking myself
with his cock in my mouth. Then, I don’t know what came over me, no pun
intended, I pulled his dick out of my mouth with one hand and looked up at
him. He was looking down at me like I was some kind of angel or something,
this totally incredible look on his face. I knew, deep down in my soul, then,
that I could have this amazing power over him, or any man, for that matter.
I knew what he wanted. We’d watched enough porno movies for me to see that
he always liked it when a guy spermed on a girl’s face or in her mouth. So
I looked him straight in the eye, and in the nastiest voice I could, I said
‘I want you to come right in my mouth, lover. I want to taste your sperm.’
I poured it on in the sluttiest way I could think of – you know, telling him
I wanted him to shoot his stuff all over my face and in my mouth and all that
really gross stuff we used to giggle about in high school. So I’m jerking him
a little bit, and then he just kind of grunted once and BAMMO! – right on
the kisser, he lets fly with that cock of his. I was so shocked I opened my
mouth in reflex and BAMMO! again, another spurt, this time right in my mouth.
I’m going crazy now, loving the feel of the stuff, and I jerk him some more,
and he shoots his stuff all over my face and in my mouth. It was in my hair,
and all down over my neck and tits and just all over the place!”

Kate finished breathlessly. Linda just looked at her and said “Wow.”,
arching her eyebrows knowingly. “So now you like eating cum, eh?”

“Well, I suppose so. But I don’t very often, ’cause in the last few
months, Roger’s gotten so busy with his job and all, that I’m lucky if we
even make love once or twice a month, much less have time for all kinds of
other fun stuff. But yeah, it was kinda neat, I really liked the feel of his
sperm spraying on me, and for some reason, I LOVED the taste of it – you
know, kinda bitter and salty, but interesting?”

“Katie darling, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve swallowed enough sperm
to float a battleship. It’s still my favorite drink!” she giggled. “It’s
amazing how icky and gross we would have thought this was a few years ago,
but God, now that I’ve done it, I just gotta say I love it! Hey! I’ve got an
idea!”

“What now?” Kate knew her friend had some deliciously wicked thought
that she was about to hear. “I know this is gonna involve sex and fucking,
so you might as well spit it out!”

“Kate, I NEVER spit it out!” Linda laughed. “No, what I thought was
this. We go around and see in how many different ways we can drink sperm. You
know, there’s gotta be other ways than straight from the tap, so to speak!”

“LINDA! What do you mean? Are you actually proposing that we suck other
guys off and swallow their cum? Are you crazy!”

“No, no, listen, it’s perfect. We turn the tables on the guys – you
know, wham bam thank ya ma’am? Well, we’ll make it wham bam thank ya mister!
They don’t have to know our names or anything, we’ll just rustle up, drain
‘em dry, and hustle off. They’ll go crazy wondering who we are, but they’ll
never see us again! It’s perfect!”

Kate stopped to think about it. It was the craziest idea she’d ever
heard, even from the usually whacked out Linda.

“You mean just go up to some guy we like the looks of, tell him we want
him to cum in our mouths and that’s it?”

“No, silly. That’d be too easy. No, we get them to give us our favorite
drink in strange and exciting ways! Oh hell, let’s see….like having a
waiter in a fancy restaurant jerk off in your coffee. Or the grocery delivery
boy pop off real fast in your car in the parking lot. Stuff like that!”

“Hmmmm. Yes, that could been really hot!” agreed Kate. “And we could
keep track of each of the ways that we get them to do it! Yeah, that’s
great!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you’re game!”

Forty-five minutes later found the ladies strolling the local mall. They
had changed into short skirts and very light sweaters. Linda had decided that
they would alternate with the ideas for getting the cum from the men they
eyed, and she would go first. She thought it would be exciting to try to
seduce a shoe salesman into giving her a sip of his sperm. The girls walked
into the first store they found with few customers and a likely looking guy.
He as a tall, dark-haired man they both found attractive. Linda sat down in
one of the fitting chairs, crossed her long legs, and inched her skirt up
even more. The salesman hurried over.

“Yes, miss, what can I do for you today?”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

He rapidly produced a healthy erection. “Oh, man, this isn’t gonna take
long at all. Why don’t you take it out and suck it a bit right now?” he
whispered, looking around to make sure that no one was watching. Linda looked
at Kate.

“Should I?”

“Ah, what the hell – why not? Just don’t let him shoot off in your
mouth, you greedy bitch!” Kate laughed. Linda slid the zipper of his slacks
down and reached in, quickly extracting the well-formed penis.

“Hey, this is’t bad.” she said, dipping her tongue to slide it over the
gleaming head of his cock. She pursed her lips and slid them down over the
tip, sliding slowly down the length of his shaft and jerking the exposed
portion with her left hand. Again and again she slid down, feeding the warm
flesh into her mouth and lips, wetting it with her saliva. Linda knew how to
prolong a blow job for dozens of minutes if she wanted to, but this time she
was going for speed, not delay. Kate continued to knead her breasts and pinch
the nipples, making the rigid tips stand out and poke through the flimsy
blouse.

“Now remember, the minute you think you’re gonna orgasm, get it out of
there and aim it at my coffee – I want every drop right in the cup!” said
Kate. The waiter nodded at her.

“It’s not gonna be…long….now…ohgod yes, yes, here it is!” he
groaned, hurriedly pulling his pulsating rod from the slightly disappointed
Linda’s mouth.

“Quick, quick, shoot in the cup, in the cup!” said Kate. The waiter
pulled on his cock a few times, and Kate watched fascinated as the tiny hole
at the end winked open and a long thin stream of sperm shot out, splashing
perfectly right in the coffee cup in front of her. She thought it was one of
the most sexy things she’d ever seen. Again he pulled on the shaft, and
another large bolt, even larger than the first, flew out to land in the cup.
Kate could hear Linda gasping as the third jet followed the first two, now
noticably pooling in the coffee. A fourth and fifth stream shot out, one
missing the cup slightly to drip down the side and into the saucer. The young
waiter grunted with the effort of unloading his balls for the kinky woman’s
request while maintaining a respectable image from the rear.

“ohgodI’mcumming,” he grunted through clenched teeth “right into your
coffee.”

“Yes, yes, do it again, do it again!” urged Kate, and he complied with
her request, urging one last spritz of his semen to make the long trip out
of his balls, up the shaft of his cock, out the head, and across the several
inches of open air into her waiting reservoir. Finally, though, he finished,
gasping for breath. Kate and Linda looked at him.

“That will be all.” said Linda formally, dismissing him with a wave of
her hand. He hurriedly stuffed his shrinking penis back into his pants and
turned away, anxious to tell the cook and bartender this story. Linda looked
over at Kate.

“WOW! You did all right there, kiddo! Look at the load he dropped in
your lap!” Kate glanced down at the coffee. The milky white semen floated
serenly on top of the dark brown liquid, easily amounting to three or four
teaspoons worth. A thin strand hooked over the rim of the cup and down the
side, bubbling at the end. “And he got almost all of it right in there!” she
agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She trailed her fingertip up the
side of the cup, collecting the single line of white liquid. She looked at
Linda as she brought the white-coated finger to her lips, and sucked it dry.
“Ummmm, good stuff! Very nice, just the right tang and texture – not too
bitter, not too salty, very nice indeed.”

She brought the cup to her lips and tilted it, sipping just the very
tiniest amount from the top of the liquid. It was mostly pure semen. It was
warm as the coffee itself, and Kate purposely let some slip back down over
her lower lip and drip down her chin, knowing it would excite Linda no end.
“Ummm, absolute heaven…” she sighed, eyes closed, swallowing the warm,
salty essence. “I’m really starting to like this stuff, you know.” She opened
her eyes again to gaze into the cup. “Too bad there’s not more.”

Linda looked at her. “I dare you to walk back to the kitchen and ask for
another helping!”

Kate grinned. “I just might do that!” She got up with her cup of coffee,
hips swaying sexily, striding towards the swinging doors that led back to the
kitchen area. Luckily no one stopped her. How would she explain that she
wanted the cook and any other lucky males back there to masturbate and
ejaculate semen into her coffee cup? As she entered the hot steamy kitchen,
she remembered the single line of semen bisecting her lower lip and chin.
‘What the hell, it’ll help ‘em get the idea’ she thought.

As she pushed through the white doors, she was heartened to see four
adult males working in the kitchen – 1 older black man, 2 white men, and one
young black man who seemed about 18 or 19 at the most. The old black man
looked up to see her.

“Hey, missy, you ain’t allowed in here, this’s the kitchen.”

Kate didn’t say a word, just kept walking up to him. All four men
stopped their activities to watch her. She walked right up to the man who
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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passionately against Beth’s tight shithole. Beth bucked violently back,

apparently shocked at the invasion although she must have anticipated

something similar.

There wasn’t, in fact, much for Sara to taste, just enough to remind her

what she was doing, and that it was sordid. Her tonguing of Beth’s bum was

frantic as she tried futilely to poke her tongue through the tight muscle of

Beth’s dirty sphincter. She slipped her fingers down to find Beth’s cunt

soaking, and although she had planned all sorts of other activities Sara

knew that, for now, she had to make Beth come with Sara’s tongue in her bum.

Sara could almost feel the throbbing of Beth’s clit as she slipped to slick

fingers either side of it. It wouldn’t be long, Sara knew. The touch of her

fingers on Beth’s cunt was as delicate as the pressure of her tongue on

Beth’s bumhole was violent, and she managed to keep Beth near the precipice

for what seemed ages before the 42-year old tensed and then began to thrust

and buck, at the same time howling her release. Sara rode the storm, keeping

Beth coming until eventually she showed mercy and the passion subsided.

As Sara pulled away Beth rolled onto her back, her nipples taut, and Sara

took in the fit body, now covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Sara knew

she had to obtain her own release fast.

She knelt by Beth’s head and lazily felt one of Beth’s breasts, feeling the

nipple between her fingers just as she’d felt Beth’s clit. “You’re going to

do me just the same,” she said softly, feeling sure now that Beth was ready

to submit to Sara’s desires. “You’re going to going to press your tongue

right against my bumhole and make me come.” Beth’s eyes widened as she heard

this but there was no suggestion of dissent. Encouraged, Sara went on.

“Yeah, you’re going to lick my nasty bumhole, you’re going to smell it and

taste it and lick it.” She began to stand, talking all the time. “I bet my

bumhole’s really dirty, Beth, just like yours was. Did you know that? I

could really smell you when you opened your cheeks up. You dirty girl.

Tasted it too. Really nasty.”

Sara began to squat down over Beth’s head, a bizarre position for an orgasm,

more appropriate for a pee or shit in the woods, but it seemed right for the

extremity of Sara’s mood. As Sara’s bum came lower Beth’s eyes remained

fixated on the young woman’s bum. My God, thought Sara, she must wonder what

the hell I’m about to do. Cool.

When Sara’s bumhole was an inch or so from Beth’s face she paused. “Ok, tell

me.”

Hearing Beth’s voice again, the first time after they had actually started

to fuck, really startled Sara. This wasn’t just a sexy body, this was the

smart businesswoman who ran meetings with quiet easy authority and who made

the pages of the financial press almost every week. And she was about to eat

Sara’s bum. “I can see, and smell, your shit, Sara.” It was typical of the

woman not to beat around the bush, she wasn’t cowed or beaten, just enjoying

submitting to Sara’s badness. “You really are a dirty girl, Sara, your bum

really is quite dirty and smelly and shitty and sexy. And you’re going to

make me it lick it, lick your shitty bumhole, lick your shit, nnnnggg,” as

Sara squatted right down and ground her bum onto Beth’s mouth. The position

Sara had chosen had been inspired, not only did it feel terribly perverse

but the way Sara’s bumhole was stretched wide open meant that the sensations

were exquisite.

Sara squatted over Beth’s face for what seemed an age, wanting Beth to know

that she was Sara’s bum-slave. Then she guided Beth’s fingers to her needy

cunt, and although Beth had perhaps never been with a woman before she knew

from pleasuring herself just what to do, delicately teasing Sara’s cunt lips

before sneaking up to Sara’s clit to finish it all. Sara could feel the

pressure building, like she would explode, then just as she was coming she

managed to groan “Oh fuck yeah lick my shit you slut,” before hammering

herself down onto Beth’s face as she came in wave after wave.

Sara fell, sideways, onto the bed, and Beth lay there slowly working her

tired jaws. Eventually she turned to look at the slim body of the teen lying

on the bed beside her. “Do you know something?” she asked dreamily. “I don’t

have any meetings until three tomorrow afternoon. Which gives us maybe

fifteen hours for you to think of other nasty things you’d like to do to me.

But first I have to go to the bathroom…”

My bladder was so full my “piss-hardon” ached. I tried
to get up, but didn’t get very far! Betty had tied my arms and
legs to the bed. My movements awoke her, and she smiled very
knowingly and wickedly at me. Before I could untie the knots,
she pulled on the ropes holding my arms with her body weight and
tightened them until I was spread-eagled on my back. She then
tightened the leg ropes, leaving just enough slack for me to bend
my knees. I didn’t have any rope at home, I thought, does she
take rope everywhere she goes? As I struggled my penis deflated.
I told her I really needed to piss. Betty took a rubber band and
spread it around the base of my penis, then gently played with
the head until it was hard again. She said, “That’ll keep you
from pissing.” I couldn’t release either the ropes or my blad-
der. I needed relief fast. I said, “Mistress, what must I
endure and what must I do for you to earn the right to piss?”

Part 3

Betty hmmm’ed and smiled and got up from the bed. She
ran to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. She
opened it and drank about half. She then poured the rest into
my mouth, except for one swallow. She sat down between my legs,
bending and spreading them, exposing everything from my balls
down. Betty stuck her middle finger in her mouth and covered it
with saliva. She then took her finger and started rubbing it
around my anus, pressing her way in gently. Betty kept her
finger wet and soon had it all the way up my rear. Then she took
the wine bottle and used her tongue to spread a large amount of
saliva around it. She removed her finger from my anus and I felt
the cold bottle against it. My anus clinched up from the cold,
but Betty gently pushed and twisted the bottle. After a short
time it finally got past my sphincter. She tilted the bottle up
and I felt the rest of cold wine rush into my rectum. Betty
gently pushed the bottle in as far as it would go and left it.
She move up and squatted over my face. I was staring up
at her beautiful sex and breasts. Her hands spread her labia
apart and she sat down on my face. I could hardly breathe, what
air I inhaled conveyed her wonderfully ripe sweat, musky and sexy
odors. Betty rubbed back and forth on my face, until her anus
was directly over my mouth. She leaned forward and my nose went
into her vagina, I felt juices tickling my nose hairs. I knew
what she expected, so my tongue started circling around her anus.
She sat down a little harder, so I tensed my tongue and pushed
against her anus. I opened my mouth wide to breathe, totally
engulfed in her odors. My tongue finally made it into her anus
and she told me to push it deeper. I kept moving it in and out
until my tongue had cramps. Betty moved back and placed her
labia and clit over my mouth. I worked my lips over her labia,
forming a seal. My tongue then circled around her clit. She
started moaning and cupped her breasts with her hands, squeezing
her nipples between her fingers.
First I moved my tongue forward, pulling the clit out of
its fold and exposing it. At the same time I sucked hard on the
clit and labia. Then I released the sucking and moved my tongue
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

“Right!”

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

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

“They do it to you too?”

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

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

“Yeah. Right.”

“And of course for the kicks.”

“Especially.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But how is it like?”

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

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

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

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

“So now you know.”

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

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

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

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

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

It started when I was sixteen. I had a friend take me to get my
drivers license. I was taking the written examination when I
noticed the girl across the counter from me was dancing around.
She was hopping from one foot to the other. I thought she was so
nervous she would never pass the driving test even If she passed
the written test. Just as I finished the written test I heard her
sigh with relief and I thought she must have finished too. I soon
found out what she had finished. She had just finished peeing.
She had been dancing around trying to hold it in but had finally
let go. It was not obvious that was what had happened. But, as
she came up to turn in her test I heard a woman say “You wet your
diaper, didn’t you?” The girl said “Yes momma, I tried to hold it
but could not wait any longer.” I made It a point to look but
could see no sign that she was wearing a diaper, let alone a wet
one. Her mom must have noticed her dancing around and knew when
the girl quit what had happened.

I was told it would be about an hour before I could take my driving
test so I decided to use the ladies room while I waited. As I came
out of the stall in the ladies room I saw the same girl. She was
laying on the floor with her skirt around her waist. She was
wearing a wet diaper which her mother was removing. I washed my
hands real slow as I watched in the mirror over the sink. When the
diaper was off her, her mother washed her up, put another diaper
under her and pinned it In place. She handed the girl a pair of
rubber pants. The girl stood up, pulled the rubber pants up, let
her skirt down and they left the room. By the time I got out of
the ladies room they were calling my name to take my driving test.

I do not remember taking the driving test but I passed It and got
my license. All during the test all I thought about was seeing the
girl get her diapers changed. On the way home I told my friend
about It. I do not remember telling him about it either. He told
me later that I had told him. I guess I was to preoccupied to know
what was happening at the time.

Jerry often walked me to school as he lived down the block from me.
Shortly after I got my license he was walking me to school and
asked If I had thought about what we talked about. I said I had no
Idea what he was referring to. He said “About the diapers.” I
said “What diapers?” He then told me I had told him about seeing
the girl wearing diapers and getting them changed and he had asked
me If I wanted to wear diapers. I told him I did not recall any
such conversation and I had no Intention of wearing diapers.
“And,” I said, “even If I did want to wear diapers I would not be
about to tell you.” Jerry said if I changed my mind, he would like
to see me In them. I slapped him and walked faster.

On the way home that afternoon Jerry caught up with me and said he
was sorry, he did not mean to upset me. I told him I accepted his
apology. He asked If I minded If we talked about what I had seen.
I asked why. He said he diapered his sister at night and sometimes
he diapered her during the day too. He was just wondering if other
girls wore diapers. I said none that I knew of. He said that he
was trying to be honest with me when he said if I wore diapers he
would like to see me In them. In fact, he said, he would like to
change them for me. I slapped him again and walked home alone.

About a week later Jerry caught up with me as I was walking home
from school. He said he had a surprise for me. He gave me a
nicely wrapped package. Jerry said I was not to open it until I
was alone. That night I opened the package In my room. It
contained two diapers, pins, baby powder and rubber pants. I was
mad and if he had been there I would have slapped him again. I do
not know why, but I did not throw them out. I put the package in
the back of my closet. Every few days I would get them out and
look at them.

Jerry was right, I did want to try on the diapers. I just did not
want to admit it. Before long, I was not just looking at the
diapers, I was taking them out and feeling them. Finally, I tried
them on. They did not feel as good as I had Imagined. Later It
dawned on me, I had not used the powder Jerry had given me. The
next time I tried the diapers, I powdered myself first. The
diapers felt better then, but they still did not feel right. I had
no idea what was missing though.

Just before school was out for the summer, I wore the diapers to
school. As usual, Jerry caught up and walked with me. We were
almost at school when he said I smelled good, like baby powder.
Then he said “You are wearing the diapers aren’t you?” I said I
was not but he did not believe me. He asked If I was going to let
him see them. I denied having them on and slapped him for asking.
I made sure he missed me going home that afternoon.

A couple of days after school was out Jerry and his sister came
over. They were going to get an ice cream and wanted to know if I
wanted to go with them. On the way back Jerry asked if I wanted to
stop at his house and play Monopoly. When we got to his house I
found out his mom was not home. I was not supposed to have boys
visit unless my mom was home but was not sure if I could visit his
house. Since his sister was there, I decided it would probably be
okay.

While we were playing Monopoly, in the living room, Jenny got up
and wet towards the bathroom. I assumed she had to go until she
came back carrying diapers, washcloth, and powder. Jerry said we
would continue the game as soon as he changed Jenny. With that she
pulled her skirt up around her waist and laid on the floor. Just
like the girl I had seen before, she was wearing rubber pants over
a wet diaper.

Jerry pulled down her rubber pants, took off her wet diaper, and
wiped her with the washcloth. Jerry pulled a dry diaper under her,
powdered her, pinned the diaper in place and pulled her rubber
pants back up. After she had been changed we continued our game.

Jenny asked if I wore diapers too. I started to deny it but
Instead admitted I did. She asked if Jerry changed me when I wet.
I told her of course not and she wanted to know who did change me
when I wet. I said I never wet the diapers and I put them on
myself. She said that was no fun. Half the fun was wetting the
diapers and the other half was getting them changed. She asked If
I was wearing diapers then and I said no. Jenny said Jerry would
probably diaper me if I wanted and she would loan me hers.

Jerry said he would be glad to diaper me and Jenny could watch. I
was reluctant and at the same time I wanted to say yes. Jenny ran
Into the other room and came back with diapers, pins, and rubber
pants. By then I had decided that as long as Jenny was in the room
Jerry would not try to take advantage of me. I pulled my skirt up
like she had done and laid on the floor. Jerry took my panties
down, pulled a diaper under me, powdered me, and pinned the diaper
In place. He tried putting the rubber pants on me but they were
too small so I pulled my skirt down and we continued our game.
Jenny was right about one thing, having Jerry diaper me was a lot
better than diapering myself.

Jenny said I was as hairy down there as Jerry. I asked if she had
seen him getting his diapers changed. She called me silly saying
boys did not wear diapers, only girls. I asked how she knew he was
hairy down there and she said she had seen him in the shower. She
said it as If I was asking silly questions. What I was hoping was
that he wore diapers so I could diaper him like he had just
diapered me.

We had just finished the game when Jerry’s mom came home. I had
planned on leaving before she got there so we would not get in
trouble. She did not seem to mind that I was there when no adults
were present. Then I realized I was in a diaper and my panties
were on the floor behind me where she might see them. She did too,
she picked them up and asked If they were mine. What could I do?
I said they were. She simply said that be naked under my skirt was
not acceptable behavior. Jenny said I was not naked, Jerry had
diapered me. I thought we were really in for it then. Jerry’s mom
said that was okay then, as long as I was not naked. She then
asked if I wanted to stay for supper.

After supper we played another game of Monopoly. When the game was
over I had to go to the bathroom. Jenny had wet her diaper and
Jerry had changed her while I watched again. When I said I had to
go to the bathroom Jerry’s mom said I should wet my diaper and
after Jerry changed me I should be getting home before It got dark.

I said I did not think wetting the diaper was a good Idea as I did
not have any rubber pants and my skirt would get wet. She said if
I pulled up the skirt It would not get wet.

I did not want to wet while they watched but I seemed to be in a
position where I had no choice so I did as she said. Even though
she was in the room, she paid no attention as Jerry changed me. He
took down my wet diaper, washed me, powdered me, put a dry diaper
on me and I went home wearing the diaper. Again, Jenny was right,
wetting the diaper and having Jerry change It was fun. I went home
wearing the diaper. I never did see those panties again.

I knew that my mom would not have the same attitude as Jerry’s mom
about my wearing diapers, let alone having Jerry put them on me and
change them when I wet. I intended to wear them and wet them
whenever Jerry wanted. Because of this, I spent as much of the
summer as I could at Jerry’s house. He did not diaper me all the
time but I let him know I would let him diaper me whenever he
wanted. His mom even bought rubber pants that fit me so I could
wet my diapers without having to worry about getting my skirts wet.

The first time Jerry changed me when his dad was in the room I was
so nervous I started to pee again once he had my diaper down.
Jerry calmly held another diaper over me while I wet. He then
continued to diaper me as If nothing had happened. His dad was
reading the paper and I do not think he even noticed that I was
getting my wet diaper changed, let alone that I peed while my
diaper was down.

Jerry continued to diaper me for the next two years. After high
school he went away to college. I went to a different college. I
took diapers and rubber pants with me but It was just not the same.

I have not seen Jerry since we went away to college. I have not
met anyone who I would like to diaper me so I do not wear them
often anymore. Maybe some day I will meet Jerry again, or at least
someone who I would feel comfortable telling my secret to.