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Fetish allamfam txt part3

Administrator — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 10:45:02 +0000

“Oh you big clown! Quit fooling around.”

“What’re you talking about, Hon?”

“You stuck it in the wrong hole,” Grace giggled.

Kurt rolled over and took his reading glasses off the
nightstand. Sure enough. He couldn’t believe it. There was
that nozzle protruding from the back end of Grace’s slippery
brown vulva, a full inch south the proper slot. Kurt was
astounded, he’d never made that slip before. “Sorry, dear.
I guess I just wasn’t looking where I was going.’ He pulled
the plastic stem out and reinserted it into her pulsing
asshole. “How’s that?” “Bullseye,” she crooned and
indicated for him to start the flow. Kurt reached for the
tubing and released the clamp. A minute passed, he was
feeling lightheaded but good. “Kurty, I’m not feeling
anything can you adjust the nozzle or something…” Oh Shit!
Kurt suddenly realized that his own gut was about to burst
and that the black enema bag was half empty. He’d released
the wrong clamp(!) By the time he got his line cut off and
hers started, he felt like he was going to explode. Grace
knew intuitively what he was feeling and she began jerking
her husband’s foreskin back and forth over the swollen
dickhead, again diverting his attention from the temporary
cramps which had sent his entire abdomen into spasms. “Oh
yeah, that’s it, Hon, keep pumping.” He took deep breaths
bouncing back and forth between agony and ecstasy. Then it
was her turn for a spasm.

“Aaaaennh….oooooh…Kurt…clamp me off I’m filling
too fast.” This time he managed to get it right despite his
growing lightheaded but happy loss of coordination.

They lay there resting for a while. Finally she
said: “Think you can take a little more, Kurty?” “I guess
so, as long as you keep jocking me off.” “You really like
how I jock you off, don’t you darling?” “You bet I do. Why
you’re just about the best jocker-offer I’ve ever had.” “Is
that a fact???” her tone went testy. “Oh not what you think,
Hon. I meant before we got married…you know, with the
other boys in the locker room–just messing around.” “I
see…Well, then I forgive you…Boys will be boys.” Kurt
decided to change the subject. “Lets 69. Okay? We haven’t
done that in a long while.” “With the hoses in?” she asked
incredulously, this wasn’t like her conservative hubby at
all. “Sure. Besides, it’s about time we add to our bag of
tricks.” He was feeling adventurous. “Whatever you say, you
big lug.” She was very pleased as she watched the father of
her three sons get up on all fours and back up over her with
that thick black rubber tube snaking out of his ass toward
the plant hangers on the ceiling.

Little angry ten-year old Tommy still sat on the
downstairs john grunting, pushing and straining his
stopped-up asshole. Maybe if he frigged himself it wouldn’t
ache so much. He’d watched Marvin do it with Victor and it
made them real blissful. He took his tiny weener in his fist
and began jerking it around. But it didn’t seem to want to
get any bigger the way Victor’s did.

Meanwhile Victor was in the process of demonstrating
the art of masturbation to a new initiate. He and Marvin had
done it to themselves, to each other, even once in front of
Timmy. But Eddie had never done it, despite now being a
good two weeks over 13 and already showing traces of a
mouse-colored mustache. That’s what this whole slumber
party was all about. It was Victor’s idea actually, but he’d
made Marvin promise not to tell Eddie anything about it ahead
of time. The three boys were sitting on top of the bed in
their pajamas and Victor had hauled the rubber dildo back out
from under the bed.

“What’s it used for, Victor?” Eddie asked.

“A dildo-dick? Why, it’s kind of a teaching device.”

“A teaching device? I don’t get it.”

“You will. Marvin and I’ll show you.” Victor passed
the footlong rubber erection to the 12 year old Schidink boy.
“Show Eddie how you beat off, Marvin.”

“My dad says you’ll go to hell if you beat off.”
Eddie stated with no little concern.

“Your dad’s full of crap.” countered the older boy.

“He is not. He’s a Born-again and Born-agains never
lie!”

“He is too. Beating off feels so good–it’s the
best, there’s nothing in the whole world that feels near as
good. Not even screwing your girlfriend.”

Marvin, who was about to show how you beat off a
dildo-dick, looked up in astonishment. “You have a
girlfriend?” “Of course I do.” “Oh yeah,” interjected
Eddie, “prove it–what’s her name?” Victor thought for a
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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part7

Administrator — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 10:56:02 +0000

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

What are you up to Mac?”

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

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

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

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

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

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

reassuring herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

appearances suggested.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fucked in over a week.

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

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

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

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

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

next day.

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

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

…End of the part7. To be continued..

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Jane and Mary sexy babes part3

Administrator — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:10:01 +0000

came out.

“Oh, that’s done it Jane!! Quickly, pass me that bowl from over there!”

Jane passed Mary a white enamel mixing bowl.

“No, you hold it Jane. Under my ass!”

Jane obeyed.

Mary now had her own hands pulling apart the cheeks of her backside. She
grunted very loudly and deeply.

“God! This is going to be a monster Jane!”

Indeed, this was apparent as Mary’s hole started to bulge out. Jane licked
it as it did so. Dribbles of piss started to drip from Mary into the bowl,
then a slightly stronger trickle.

More deep grunts and straining.

Mary’s hole now began to open. The nose of the forthcoming shit made a
brief appearnace, before retracting. Then, with another push, another
appearance, an inch this time. And again. This time two inches or more,
and the retraction this time was not complete.

“Oh Mary! What a sight! Mmmmmm… Your hole is gaping and your turd is so
firm and big. Push push!”

Mary did so. Now the motion was in full flow. The turd, without stopping,
progressed outwards. First of all travelling almost horizontally, it was
so firm, then drooping down into the bowl. As it touched the bottom of the
bowl it began to curl itself around, then dropped from Mary’s ass.

Jane pushed a finger into Mary’s ass. As she did so, Mary could hear the
splashing of piss which Jane was letting loose, down her legs, onto the
kitchen floor.

“Yes jane! Yes my love”

The finger went in deep and jane curled it around inside Mary’s rectum.
hooking out a small shit into the bowl.

“Take a look at what you have given me Mary”

Mary now squatted again on the table and the two women peered into the
bowl. They both looked up at each other and smiled”

“I think, mary, this is the binning of some fun and games for us from now
on!”

They both laughed.

“Like”, said mary, “when we go around to Peter’s tomorrow night!”

“Yes!!!!!”

A lot more laughter.

Part 4

Jane and Mary arrived outside Peter’s door at 7.30. They had been invited
round for drinks before going out to dinner. Yesterday’s games had been
playing over in their minds and they were excitedly anticipating peter’s
reaction to what they intended.

Jane rang the door bell and Peter welcomed them.

“Hi, come in ladies!”

Jane and Mary entered and made themselves comfortable while Peter got them
drinks. Jane had a gin and tonic, Mary and Peter vodka.

“So what have you two been up to?”, asked Peter.

Jane and Mary looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

“Oh, this and that. Nothing very exciting”

“Well you both look pretty wonderful I must say”

Jane was wearing a loose silk blouse and short leather skirt. Mary had on
a short summer dress in a flower pattern.

“Excuse me a moment would you ?”. Peter left the room.

“God Mary, can we go through with this ?”

“Of course!”, giggled Mary.

Both women had ensured that they had drunk a considerable amount before
coming to Peter’s. They had aslo been eating high fibre foods for the past
24 hours. They were well prepared for their plan with Peter!

“Well, there is no time like the present to get the ball rolling!”,
exclaimed Mary.

“Ok Ok !”

…End of the part3. To be continued..

Abduction Auction

Administrator — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 09:56:02 +0000

By: ISS
I had always been careful not to be conspicuous, but I always wore the
scantiest swimming suit of all the men in the pool or at the beach. Even at
the beaches of Chicago, most of the guys wore these boxer trunks which
reminded me of tennis shorts more than swimming suits. Since I was on the
swimming team, and since I did not care to buy an extra pair of trunks, I
always did have the smallest swimming suit–although sometimes people would
stare at me, I never paid much attention.
Recently, however, most guys have taken to wearing these nylon/lycra
trunks, so this summer I sent off to this place in California that sells
extremely scanty posing suits for bodybuilders. After they came in the mail,
I put them on under my clothes, and started off for my lunch hour at the
pool. I had done this a few times, and had felt very exposed while lying
under the sun with the girls nearby, but I never expected what happened next.
I had always listened to them talking about their boyfriends and other
assorted fraternity and sorority happenings, imagining myself as a part of
the activities. I never expected that I would actually become a part of
their frantic world. I often had to turn over and let my back get the sun in
order to hide my erection, and I had to take special care to wash my new
trunks in order to prevent staining.
Here is where it gets interesting. I was walking toward the pool when
this car pulls up and a bunch of girls start yelling “THAT’S HIM-GET HIM-
THAT’S THE ONE WE WANT-NOW!” Two big guys get out with knives, and about
three of these girls come with them, holding small guns in their hands.
“Get into the car,” they said, and I couldn’t argue, although I did look
for escape routes. I didn’t find any.
I was blindfolded and driven around for about one hour. I struggled
all the time, but only heard female voices saying things like “He’ll be a
good one, we’ll get a lot out of him!”
I was then led into a large room and strapped to a platform, and there
I was: my ankles and wrists tied, spread-eagled, and facing about 200 to
300 anxious co-eds. I had been abducted by a sorority. And the girls were
not only hot and ready, they, were in the mood for what they called fun.
The girl in charge took a microphone and said “Here we have a teacher.
Girls, we really have him!” [A loud cheer, like men at a strip show.]
“What am I given for his shoes?”
The shoes got $5. The socks $6. After each piece of clothing was
stripped form me, loud screams rang out from the crowd of nearly
uncontrolled women and girls. I suddenly realized that I was the prize in
a fund raiser! The shirt got $50. Then came the pants. The bidding was
competitive, and meanwhile I tried to escape. The bidding continued for
some time, and every few seconds she would prod me with a needle in order
to make me squirm more, and this had the result of raising the bidding,
screaming, and applause. The girls were frantic, but one finally came up
with the top bid. She got to cut off the pants, and I was left wearing
only my thin new posing suit.
Then a new wrinkle came into it, one I did not expect at all: “Who
would like to bid on the torture?” was the question. I saw electrodes, and
they were connected to my chest, thighs, and biceps. With each bid, the
money was collected and the voltage was increased. I jolted and throbbed
on the stage in front of 300 women.
Then a collar was put on me, an electric one. “What song shall we
make him dance to?” was the call. $4,000 was the winning bid, and I was
forced to throb and pulsate to the rhythms while the women in the audience
screamed and yelled. Each time the music gave a strong beat, I was given a
strong jolt, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes on my
legs. BOOM, JOLT; BOOM BOOM, JOLT thighs; BOOM, BOOM, NECK STOMACH; and
so it went.
I was exhausted, but the electric shocks made me keep pulsating. Then
the shocks stopped, and I was given a rest. The sweat came from every part
of my body and began to cool. This caused me to shiver and my muscles
trembled. I almost cursed to hours I spent in the gym lifting weights. I
wanted to sleep, but as soon as I started to rest, another electric shock
would hit my abdominals.
The mistress of ceremonies then did something I didn’t expect: “WHO
WILL BID ON THE TRUNKS? THESE LITTLE BITS OF CLOTH? WHO WANTS TO SEE HIM
COMPLETELY NAKED? COMPLETELY!?”
The bidding was frantic, and I don’t remember the amount. But I was
soon naked in front of 300 women, who were screaming and shouting, and I
was throbbing to the rhythms of the rock station they hooked up to my
body.
“WHO GETS TO PLAY WITH HIS SHAFT?” was the next call. I had no rest
while the bidding went on, still vibrating to the rock music. One of the
women won, and she came to me. She slowly put her hand on my penis and
stroked the under-side of it. She tried every variation possible, and was
very slow. I was torn between a desire to escape and a desire to come.
Every time I was about to come, she would stop until my shame and
humiliation caused me to loose my erection. She put a cock ring on me, and
I found that I no longer lost it despite my embarrassment of being so
exposed and dominated in front of 300 women. She continued to play and,
after what seemed hours of her squeezing and stroking which caused more
muscle tensing on my part, I came. I was then put out into another room
and told that I could put my clothes on and continue with my business. Now
anytime I walk down a street and see some women coming the other way, I
remember that day.

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By: Rojan
“Come on in,” Ann said. “It doesn�t look like anyone is here.”
“Whacha mean? I thought ya said ya lifted alones.” I heard her quest say with a very southern drawl. I thought it sounded a lot like the local bouncer at the place, one of the few guys �Whacha gots ta drink. Days always close downs da bar �for I gets enough ta get loaded. Won�t let me drink whiltz I quarden da door an kicks us out when it closes,” he complained.
“I have a couple of Curz left. Looks like someone was here and drank up most of the beer,” Ann said from behind the refrigerator door. “Let me check up here and see if they found my stash of Jack,” she said.
I�d been out of town for six days fighting a forest fire near Flagstaff. I got in around 7 pm and drove by Ann�s house to see if she was home. I thought it would be a nice surprise since I wasn�t expected to get off the fire for at least another week. Her Mustang was gone so I didn�t even stop. I drove down to the stables below her house to see if she was messing around with her horses. She wasn�t there either. When I backed up to turn around, I slipped into the ditch along side the road. It had rained some and I got stuck up to the rear axles. I didn�t feel like digging out and decided to crash at Ann�s house for the night. We had been seeing each other for a month or so and I knew she would be glad to see me.
I walked up to her place and went in. She never locked her doors since there were always people coming and going. I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coors and drank it straight down. It had been a long dry spell since I left. It�s hard to find beer in fire camp so the cold brew really hit the spot. I drank a couple more. I thought about going out but was too tired and the buzz from the beer was making me sleepy. I decided to lay down and wait for Ann to get home.
As usual, her bedroom was a mess. The room was so small and cluttered that there wasn�t space enough to throw my boots and cloths on the floor without getting them on her stuff. Since they were dirty, I kicked them into the closet that was about three feet from the end of her crumpled bed. I crawled into bed and fell right to sleep. I didn�t steer a muscle until I heard her and her friend come in the house. I looked at the bedside clock and it was 2:45 am. Looks like she had closed the bars down and brought back some company.
“You want some JD Lou?” Ann said after discovering that she still had a half bottle of Jack Daniels on the top shelf behind the boxes of stale cereal. Hearing the name, I knew I was right about her guest. Lou was the bouncer at the bar we hung out at. He was a big black man that had a reputation as a real bad-ass if you crossed him or got too rowdy in the bar. I�d seen him throw out a couple of cowboys so I knew he could live up to his reputation.
“Ya, dat sounds good. Hands over da bottle,” Lou said. I started to get up and join them when Lou said to Ann, “Plant da sweet ass rights cheer in my lap and tells me the rest of the fan�s you halves �bout fucken black duddz.”
“You know what they say about black guys?” Ann began. “I have never been fucked by one and have always wondered if it�s true about how big their cock�s are and how hard they screw,” she continued. “Since my boyfriend is out of town, I decided to hang around till closing time to see if you would be interested in fulfilling my fantasy and let me finds out if it�s really true or not.”
Right then I had a decision to make. I could either go out front and confront them before this went any further or � hide in the closet and find out just how far it would go. Well, Lou is a big guy � I don�t know how he would react to me interfering with his obvious interest in fucking some white meat. I was also curious to see if Ann would really carry out her plan. We were not engaged or anything, but it was understood that we were seeing each other exclusively. Given the choices, I slid from the bed and opened the sliding cloth entrance to her closet. There wasn�t much room, but by moving some stuff around, I had a comfortable spot in the far corner. I opened the curtains just enough to have a clear view of her bed. By moving over a little more, I could also see them at her kitchen table.
Ann had handed the bottle of Jack to Lou and sat down on his lap. After a giant swig from the bottle, Lou screwed the top back on and put it on the floor. Since Ann was only 5�4″ and Lou stood well over 6�, she was literally engulfed in his lap. He pulled her head around to face his and leaned down giving her an open-mouthed kiss that took her by surprise. I could tell she decided to go for it. After hesitantly letting him kiss her, she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing back with just as much vigor. While still kissing, she stood up and repositioned herself on his lap by putting her legs on both sides of his hips, in a face to face position. She pulled herself deep into his lap and threw her head back as he held her from falling. This exposed her breast and Lou didn�t waste any time moving from her mouth to her tits. He started biting her boobs through her blouse and bra. He still had one hand behind her back, holding her snug in his lap, but with the other hand he started pulling her shirt-tail out of her jeans and working on the buttons. She straightened up and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. Lou then pushed up on her bra until her left tit was exposed. He took as much of her 36D�s in his mouth as he could while he flipped the bra latch at her back. Ann took the bra and threw it on the floor while she stood on her toes bring her tits up to his mouth. Lou was ready for her. He held her close to his mouth and began sucking and biting her tits.
Neither of them said anything. There was a lot of moaning and wet slurps as his mouth let go of one tit and started on the other. Even from where I was, I could see that Ann was getting excited and her nipples were jutting out of each of her large brown aureoles. She must have also felt his bulge increase in his pants because she started rubbing her hand as hard as she could on the lump in his pants.
“Takes it e�zy gurl. It�s not goin� anywhere,” Lou said as he moved back from her tits and grabbed her hand that was pawing at his cock through his pants. “Get up a lets me take off these cloths,” he said.
“Sorry,” she said. “I just got excited and if that sausage in you pants is for real, I have just got to see it.”
“Oh, it�s far real,” he replied as he took off his pants. I was just about as surprised as Ann when he stepped out of his pants and boxers and exposed his monster cock to the open air. It had to be 12″ long and as big around as my arm. It did look just like a summer sausage. Although it was obvious that Lou was circumcised, the head of his cock wasn�t that much bigger around than the shaft.
Ann was entranced! “My god, it�s a monster. You can�t possibly fuck with that thing � you would split girls in half before you got it all the way in,” she gasp. She took a step to get closer to him and reached out to hold his giant dick. She took him in both hands and I could tell that her fingers couldn�t close all the way around it. “This is the most incredible thing I have ever seen,” she exclaimed. “i�ve just got to have it. I may not be able to take all of you, but i�ll take all I can.”
Lou sat back down in the chair and pulled Ann over to him. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him and moved her hands up to his cock. Lou said, “Stroke it. It�s not even hard yet.” He cupped Ann�s tits in both hands as she started to give him a hand-job. She was really getting in to it. Instead of just moving her hands up and down on his shaft, she raised up from her knees with each stroke so that her tits were bouncing as she pumped him. It was all Lou could do to hold on to them. Finally he let go of her tits and held her around the rib cage helping her move up and down as she pounded him. Her tits were flopping without any constraints, moving up and down on the inside of his thighs and over his balls. I could see the juice starting to flow from his dick, making it slicker for Ann to slide between her hands. Finally he held her down and took her hands off his cock.
“Yes ready to see if ya can take me?” he said as he grabbed Ann by the head and moved her over to the tip of his cock. I could tell he was excited and his statement sounded more like a command than a question.
“You�ve got to be kidding � I can�t suck that thing!” Ann protested. “i�ll give you a hand job and even let you fuck me, but please don�t make me eat you.”
“Alright, where ya wanna get fuckz,” he said.
I could tell Ann was getting a little scared and flustered. “In the pussy,” Ann said emphatically. “Where else do you think I�d want it?”
“I knows da silly,” Lou smiled. “its means, what room?”
They both laughed after that. That seemed to break the ice and Ann looked like she relaxed for the first time. “Get your black ass in the bedroom,” she laughed and swatted him on the butt as he turned around to see where she was pointing. “i�ve got to go to the bathroom and see if I can find some K-Y or something. I have a feeling that this is going to be a tight fit.”
As Lou headed for the bedroom, I quietly scooted over to the other side of the closet and found my position looking directly over the end of the bed. Now if no one looks in the closet or closes the curtain, i�ll have a ringside seat.
Ann came out of the bathroom. She had removed her pants and panties and stood completely naked in front of Lou who was resting on the bed. They had left the kitchen light on which was sufficient to make out everything happening in bed while keeping the closet in the shadows.
“Comear gurl. Lets me show you what ya been missen fucken round wid dem white boyz,� Lou said as he pulled Ann down on the bed.
Ann crawled into bed, her big tits hanging down almost touching the rumpled sheets. “Lay down on your back,” she said. “I want to set down on that giant cock and see if it will fit.”
“Oh we�ll makes it fits, I jes don know how you will feel in da morning. Once ya had black you�ll never go back,” he said as he stretched out on his back letting his still erect cock slap up against his stomach.
Ann straddled him raising high on her knees to get the head of his cock positioned under her pussy. Her back was towards me and I could see that she wasn�t high enough to get it started and his dick was too hard to bend. She had to put one foot under her to get up high enough to let the head of his cock settle on the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself on him very slowly. From the way her pussy was able to take him in must of meant she found some K-Y to lube herself up with.
While holding on to the shaft, Ann continued to lower herself on his cock. When it was in about halfway, she started moving up and down in a fucking motion. “Take it easy,” she pleaded. “I don�t know if I can take any more.”
She continued to move up and down as Lou started lifting his hips meeting her on the way down. They got into a pretty good rhythm. Ann leaned over his chest and let herself back down to her knees. At this angle, she was still only fucking about half of his cock, but was able to let it move in and out without any struggle.
Ann was moaning and pleading with Lou to be gentle. I raised up a little to get an even better view. I could tell from the amount of lubrication that Ann was getting wetter than the store bought lubricant provided. She was really starting to hump. The way she was stretched, it looked like she was being fucked by a horse.
“I can�t believe how good this feels. You are so tight in me that I can feel parts of my cunt being filled that I never felt before,” she moaned. “Who ever said size doesn�t matter was never fucked by you,” she joked as she continued to move easier and easier on his cock.
I could see that he was almost in. Lou must have known that he had to take his time for his partner to get accustomed to his equipment. About the time Ann was almost to his ball, Lou reached up and turned her over. He positioned her doggy style facing directly at me. She raised up on all fours letting her huge tits dangle over the bed.
I was looking straight into Ann�s face no more than five feet away. When Lou mounted her from behind, I could see her eyes roll back into her head. “Be easy � slow � move it around a little � that�s it � more � more � I can feel you pushing against my stomach from the insides,” Ann coached. “I don�t think I can take anymore � that�s enough.”
At that moment I looked away from Ann�s face and looked at Lou. All of a sudden he grabbed her by the waist, straightened up slightly, and gave a sudden shove forward. From the look on his face and the surprise in Ann�s, I knew he drove his cock in all the way.
Lou held still for a few seconds allowing Ann to get accustom to his huge dick buried all the way to the hilt in her pussy. I thought she would scream and fight to get away, but instead she reached around and found her pillows and put them under her chest keeping her ass sticking up in the air for easy access for Lou. She hugged her pillows, got a serious look on her face, and said, “Fuck me!”
I don�t think Lou had to be told what to do. He started slowly moving in and out. As Ann�s snatch stretched out and she got use to the pounding deep inside her, Lou picked up speed. He gave her a hard slap on the ass and started really fucking her. He never missed a stroke. After awhile, Ann started moving with him. She got back up on her hands, pushing her chest off the bed.
Her tits were bouncing and sweat was gleaming from her forehead. She started moaning as Lou continued to give her the fucking of her life. “Fuck me Lou. I�m feeling it now. Fuck me as hard as you want � I�m your bitch. Fuck me. Don�t stop � I�m starting to cum. Please don�t stop,” she moaned.
I had been stroking my own moderately sized cock every since they got into bed. I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise as Ann got more and more excited. Lou looked like he was on the verge of shooting his load to as he fucked out of control.
At about the time I was about to explode, Ann said something that I had never her say before. Ann froze and grabbed back at Lou to make him stop pumping when he was all the way inside her. When he had stopped, Ann said in perfect composure, “Lou honey, when I tell you to, I want you to stick you finger as far us my ass as you can. Will you do that for me sweetie?”
Lou only grunted and proceeded to fuck with abandonment. I could see that Ann was back into the thralls of pre-climax and knew she was on the edge. Just as I was about to shoot my load into a pile of dirty cloths, Ann screamed; “Now Lou, stick you finger in my ass while I cum all over your dick. Does it now � deeper � put it all the way in? Good, good � fuck, I�m cumming. Slow down – let me feel my orgasm. Hold me � I�m cuuumming now. Move your finger. Fuck me in the ass with your finger � ugh � fuck � fuck.”
Ann collapsed on the bed. I shot my load all over the place but managed to keep quiet. Finally Ann said, “FUCK. That was incredible.”
She finally remembered that Lou was still there and ready to get his rocks off. He turned her on her back and moves his giant body and equally giant cock up over her. He straddled her chest and began to move his cock between her tits. Ann put the pillows under her head to give her a better view and reached out to hold her tits together around the shaft of his cock. Lou continued to fuck her as he slowly moved up sticking his dick between her boobs, but inching the head closer and closer to her mouth. Ann resisted opening her mouth as his cock was now pushing directly against her lips. As she moved her head from side to side, Lou�s cock stabbed her under the nose, in her clinched mouth, and along her face. I could see from the look in his eyes that he wasn�t going to take no for an answer.
Lou reached down and held Ann�s face still. He grabbed her jaw and said,”Opens up bich. Yes got yours and now is my turn. Open you mouth an i�ll be easy on ya � buts if you bite, i�ll smack you side da head.”
“No,” Ann pleaded. “Not now � let me at least clean the pussy juice off. Let me out of bed and i�ll suck you just as soon as I clean up.”
Lou wasn�t going for it. He put his hand over her nose and held it until Ann grasped for air. She opened up just a little, but Lou was ready and pushed his cock past her lips. “Opens ya mouth �for I smack ya,” he said showing her a raised open hand.
I guess I should have come to her rescue but didn�t. First, Lou would have probably killed me. Secondly, Ann got herself into this mess. If you play with fire, expect to get burned. I just sat there for now. I made up my mind that if he actually hit her or if she was in any imminent danger, I would attempt to come to her aid. In the meantime I would watch this play out.
“I can�t take that in my mouth,” Ann whimpered.
“Yes ya can � now open ya mouth,” Lou once again demanded.
Ann must have seen the futility of holding out and gradually opened her mouth. Lou rolled both of them over so he was on his back and she was on her hands and knees. He pushed her down to his cock as she moved to put her cunt directly in his face � in a perfect 69 position. Although I could no longer see Ann�s face, I watched as her head started bobbing up and down. I don�t know how much of Lou�s cock was in her mouth, but he started moving his hips in rhythm with Ann�s movements. I could hear slurping sounds coming from Ann and could hear her cough when Lou pushed up too hard. There was an occasional gagging sound until they got synchronized.
When Ann finally settled down to giving Lou what he wanted, he stuck a couple of finger in her pussy and moved them back and forth. At first Ann didn�t respond. But the more Lou stroked, the more Ann stopped fighting it and moved into his fingers. Lou then spread her pussy lips and started licking her from bottom to top. Each time he moved up to her clit, she would jump a little and then set down as hard as she could on his mouth. Gradually Ann started responding more to Lou�s mouth and lost her concentration on his dick. Lou seemed to be enjoying the effects he was having on Ann and didn�t seem to mind when she let go of his dick. She pushed back to get more pressure between his mouth and her pussy. She raised up a little to give him more access to her clitoris. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm by her rapid movements and the steady stream of moans coming from her. Just as she was cumming, Lou licked his middle finger and jabbed it all the way up her ass hole. Ann let out a scream and then collapsed as visible shivers passed through her body with each wave of the climax.
She didn�t have time to fully recover. Lou picked her up and threw her to the floor on the side of the bed. As he set on the edge of the bed he pulled her over between his legs, putting his cock between her lips. Ann didn�t resist this time and took in a portion of his dick. I could see her cheeks moving as she sucked on him. Lou let her find her own pace before he started humping back with each of her down-strokes.
“Dats good gurl. Suck me good. Its don wanna hurts ya, so keep doing what you doing,” he said as he leaned back on the bed.
Ann actually seemed to be doing all right considering the initial resistance. I could see his cock moving in and out at her own pace as she moved her head up and down. She even occasionally lowered him deeper into her mouth as she appeared to try giving him deep throat.
Lou started getting more and more excited. I don�t know how he had lasted so long. They had been fucking for over an hour and his cock continued to stay rock hard.
Finally he sat back up and grabbed for Ann�s tits that were swaying between his legs. He gave them a squeeze and played with her nipples for a few seconds. Then his hands went up to grasp Ann on both sides of her face. All of a sudden his head went back and he thrust his hips up and pulled Ann down on his cock. He crammed it deep into Ann�s throat and I could see she was terrified.
On the other hand, Lou was in ecstasy. “Das it, suck ma dick. Takes dis spunk down ya throat. Yea, here comes another load. Sucks it bich,” Lou shouted as he continued to hold Ann down deep on his cock. I could see Ann�s throat muscles involuntarily swallow as Lou shot his load down her. I thought she was about to pass out and started to get up when he let her go. Just as she was desperately pulling off his cock, he shot another load of cum in her mouth. She coughed and let about a cup of semen gush from her mouth as she finally freed herself from him. Her face was red and she sat on the floor hard trying to catch her breath.
As she was gasping for air, Lou got out of bed and started putting on his cloths. By the time Ann had regained most of her composure, Lou was fully dressed with his hand on the back door.
“Well, I guess I better be leaving now,” Lou said without a trace of an accent. “It�s been fun. I sure hope your fantasy about fuckinz a poor ol� nigger came true,” he said, “but you better stick with your white trash cowboys. I don�t think you�re ready to move up into my league yet.”
“You bastard,” was all she could say. “Just wait until I tell all the people down at the club what a fake you are.”
“What makes you think they would believe a slut like you,” he said as he closed the door.
He had a point. I gathered up my cloths when Ann went in to take a shower. I walked back to my place as the sun was coming up. Maybe I didn�t know Ann as well as I thought I did � and anyway, she did have a giant dose of black.
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Graduation Party

Administrator — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 11:00:01 +0000

By: ISS
�Where are you going tonight?� Mike�s mom asked him as they arrived at home after the graduation ceremony. �Meagan is having a party.� Mike replied. He knew his mom liked Meagan since she had almost lived at their house for the past ten years. �OK. But, don�t stay out late.� She winked. Mike frowned and ran up to his room to get his jeans and tee shirt on. �How do I look?� Meagan asked her girlfriend Tara. Tara looked up from the Teen Magazine she was reading and gasped.
�Where did you get that dress?�
�Internet. With a credit card it is easy.� She giggled. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. The dress came down to just below her hip line. If she leaned over any at all anyone would see her new red satin thongs. She bent at the waist just to see the reaction of her classmate and good friend.
�Holy Mother of�� Tara exclaimed when she saw Meagan�s bare ass cheeks with the shiny red thong strap splitting the middle of her creamy buttocks.
�I guess I better not bend over huh?� Meagan laughed.
�Your parents will never allow it.� Tara laughed.
�My parents won�t be here. My older sister Janet is supposed to be watching us.� Meagan smiled. �I made sure her boyfriend Alex will be here and will keep her busy.�
�Mike is going to have a heart attack.� Tara laughed. �Has he ever seen you in a dress?�
�Not like this only in my school uniform.� She smiled. Only Tara knew she had a thing for Mike.
�I feel under dressed.� Tara said looking down at her tight jeans and haltered top.
�I�m sure Brad won�t mind.� Meagan giggled. Tara had been dating Brad for a little over a year and had reached third base. She was hoping for a home run tonight. Meagan just wanted to get up to bat with Mike.
Brad stopped by Mike�s house and they walked to Meagan�s which was only few yards away. �I think tonight will be the night.� Brad whispered as he pulled the Trojan from his rear pocket.
�You wish.� Mike laughed. Neither of them had gone all the way but like most senior boys they told everyone else they had.
�I�ve got two in case you might need one.� Brad said holding up the other rubber.
�Right. And, who might that be with?� Mike asked.
�How about Meagan?� Brad asked. Tara had told him Meagan had a thing for him but made him promise not to tell.
Mike laughed. �I�m not sure if Meagan even likes boys.� He had always thought of her as one of the guys.
Brad put the rubbers back in his pocket and they knocked on the door. Janet answered it.
�It�s little Mike and Brad!� She yelled so her sister and Tara could hear her. Janet was only 20 years old but acted like Meagan and her friends were a lot younger. �They are still upstairs getting ready.� She turned and led them into to the basement.
�Now be good down there because I don�t want to have to come down there and spank you.� She laughed.
Mike and Brad stared at Janet�s cute ass as she walked in front of them. Brad elbowed Mike and grinned. �If you get bored Mike doesn�t have a date and you can spank me anytime you want.� Brad said to Janet as she turned.
�I have a feeling Mike will be busy enough.� Janet laughed as she watched the two 18 year olds walk down the basement steps.
�What did she mean by that?� Mike said as he sat on the large sofa in the corner of the finished basement. He looked around and thought about all the good times he had with Meagan as they played ping pong in the room and video games on that same sofa.
�Ready or not here we come.� Tara announced at the top of the steps. Brad sat forward as he watched Tara�s jean covered legs coming down the stairs. She smiled when she got to the bottom and looked up at Meagan standing nervously at the top waiting to come down. Tara grinned as she looked up under Meagan�s short dress seeing the front of her red panties. She thought about calling Mike over but Meagan would kill her.
�And now.� She announced. �A new Meagan!�
The two guys turned expecting to see Meagan�s jean covered legs but instead saw her bare ankles, calves, and thighs. Mike leaned forward trying to see where her clothing started. Shit. It better start soon he thought. Finally her red dress and her curvaceous ass came forward. He watched and waited because whoever it was it could not be Meagan.
Meagan almost fell down the last two steps as she peeked under the ceiling to see Mike�s reaction. She smiled when she saw his eyes opened wide and his mouth open as big. �Holy shit.� Mike muttered.
�Damn Meagan. You look hot.� Brad said at the scanty clad girl. His eyes took in her bare legs and even her full bust she had successfully hidden from everyone in the past.
Meagan smiled nervously and walked into the small room. She saw the look on Mike�s face and it gave her a warm feeling between her barely covered legs.
�Hi Mike.� She giggled. She pivoted to give him a full view of her curvaceous ass.
Mike couldn�t talk as he watched what used to be his tomboy buddy walk around the small table to sit next to him. His eyes never left her body and his mouth never closed.
�Damn.� He finally managed to say.
�If you don�t like it I�ll go change.� Meagan said smiling.
�NO!� He said loudly. �It�s going to take some time getting use to.�
Tara was happy Meagan was getting some attention but not all of it. She moved over to Brad and plopped down on his lap. �Hi honey.�
�Hi.� Brad said not taking his eyes off of Meagan�s short skirt. Only a few inches more and he could see all the way up to the junction of her tan thighs.
�Heather and Mark are here.� Janet yelled down the stairs. They all turned to see the two walk down the steps. Heather was also wearing a short dress but not as reveling as Meagan�s.
�I�m going home to put a dress on.� Tara said standing up. But, Brad pulled her back down on his lap.
�You look great in your jeans.� He laughed as her cute round ass bounced down onto the front of this jeans.
�Who else is coming?� Heather asked. She pulled Mark over to squeeze into a large chair.
�That�s it.� Meagan answered.
Mike looked around the room and realized he had been coupled up with Meagan. Heather and Mark had been going out for almost two years and Tommy and Amy as well. He could feel the heat radiating from Meagan�s bare thigh which was pressing into his own leg. He knew there would be some intimate stuff going on and was unsure how he would respond doing anything with his video game friend.
�Will your sister be joining us?� Heather asked as she put her hand on Mark�s leg just above his knee. He put his hand on hers and smiled.
�No. She promised to stay upstairs.� Meagan said still nervous to be sitting next to Mike.
�What does everyone want to do?� Tara asked. She could feel the rise in Brad�s pants under her ass. So far she had only touched him through his clothing and he had done the same to her. Tonight she hoped they would take it further.
�We could dance.� Meagan said trying to calm down. She pulled her dress down and walked over to the stereo. She forgot about her short dress and leaned over to select a CD.
Mike tried not to look at the bottom of her pink ass cheeks peeking out from under her dress. He wondered if she was even wearing panties.
�Uh Meg.� Tara laughed.
Meagan turned to see Tara pointing at the back of her dress. She quickly stood up right and blushed. �Oops.� She giggled.
Meagan put on the CD and turned to walk back to the sofa. She hoped Mike would ask her to dance. However the first song was a fast one.
�Come on.� Heather said to Mark trying to get him up to dance. Right now all three guys had full hard-ons and were not about to stand up. Heather laughed when she saw his condition. She reached over and took Meagan�s hand. �Let�s dance.�
Meagan was standing next to a hip grinding Heather and didn�t know what to do. She would be moving and wiggling her body for the first time in front of guys. The girls had danced together at slumber parties and had fooled around dancing in only their undies. But, that was with girls. This was completely different.
�Come on girl shake that thang.� Heather laughed as she took Meagan�s hips in hers and twisted and turned them.
Tara again felt left out watching the other girls getting all the attention. She jumped up between them and started grinding her ass in large circles.
The guys sat back and enjoyed the view. Heather�s dress moved up twice enough for all of them to see the bottoms of her silky white panties and even Meagan was starting to move her hips more.
�Yeah!� Brad screamed and clapped his hands. He wanted the girls to get down and get nasty.
�WHAT IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?� Janet yelled from the top of the stairs.
�Nothing.� Meagan laughed.
�Good.� Janet said. �Keep it that way.� She laughed and closed the door.
�That was fun.� Tara said laughing. The fast song ended and a slow one came on. She held her hand out to Brad and he accepted it.
Meagan sat back down next to Mike and watched as Heather and Mark moved up to dance close together. She could see the girls push their stomachs up to the front of the guy�s pants. She took a drink and sat back by Mike.
�So are you going to talk to me?� Meagan asked. She glanced down to see the tent still in his pants.
�I don�t know what to say.� He said. �You are so different.� He looked down at her body.
�You don�t like?� She asked smiling.
�Yes. I like it a lot. But we’ve been friends too long.
�Can�t we enter a new level of friendship?� She asked.
�I don�t know if I can.�
�Let�s try.� She said as she stood and took his hand. He followed her up to where the other couples were grinding their bodies together and felt her body push into his. Her arms moved over his shoulders and her eyes looked up into his.
Meagan tried to act calm when she felt his penis pushing against her stomach. She moved her soft breasts forward until her hard nipples jabbed into his chest. Her body moved to the music causing her stomach to rub across his hard-on.
�I can tell you like it.� She whispered. Her face moved up to rest on his shoulder allowing her lips to press against his neck.
Mike easily forgot who he was dancing with. Her body was igniting parts of him never lit before. At first he tried to hold his body back from hers to prevent her feeling his passion but she kept coming. He looked over her shoulder at Mark as his hands cupped and fondled Heather�s ass. Mike�s fingers shook as his own hands moved down Meagan�s waist to the top of her hips. He could feel her thongs under the thin dress. Every five seconds his fingers moved lower until his whole hands were now covering her marvelous buttocks.
Meagan felt his hands on her ass and smiled. Her lips moved forward to plant little kisses on his neck. Although she was a virgin she did have some experience kissing from her last boyfriend. Her lips moved up to his earlobe and sucked it between her teeth. She nibbled on it.
Mike felt her lips and her stomach rubbing against him and it was too much. His fountain was ready to gush. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. He saw the passion of want and need. He tried to move back before it was too late and her soft lips moved up to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into his mouth just as he climaxed. �OH SHIT.� He moaned as he pushed away from her and ran into the small bathroom on the other side of the basement.
Heather saw what had happened and tried to do the same to Mark. She wanted to pull it out and do it in the open but knew her girlfriends were not ready for that just yet. Her fingers moved down between their stomachs until she found his erection. She squeezed and stroked him until he tried to pull her hand away. Too late. He pushed her back and gave her a dirty look. He ran to the bathroom door but Mike had locked it. He hurried up the stairs.
Tara and Brad didn�t know what was going on. They were so locked up together they didn�t even break away.
�Good job Meg.� Heather whispered.
�Did he just�?� Meagan whispered back to Heather.
�Sure did. I guess you were too much for him.� She laughed. They sat down on the sofa and watched as Tara slowly did the same to Brad.
Janet was sitting on the sofa waiting for a phone call from her boyfriend when she heard the basement door open and someone run into the bathroom. She was afraid it was one of the girls. She moved over to the bathroom door and heard the water running. She twisted the doorknob and slowly peeked inside. She gasped when she saw Mark standing with his pants and boxers down around his ankles. He was washing his stomach and pubic area. He saw the door open and the shocked look on Janet�s face as she looked at his semi-soft seven inch prick. She slammed the door.
�Shit.� Janet said to herself. She moved into the den and sat down. She had imagined her sister and her friends as kids but now seeing Mark�s prick and it being larger than her own boyfriend�s her opinion suddenly changed. She heard the bathroom door open and then the basement door. She sighed and waited for her boyfriend to call. Her body was suddenly on fire.
Mike cleaned up and dried his pants the best he could. Luckily jeans were easy to dry and hard to see any stains. He heard someone try to open the door and then run upstairs. He waited until he heard the footsteps coming back down. He opened the door and walked out like nothing happened.
Meagan was nervous as she waited for Mike to return. He sat next to her and she whispered. �Sorry.�
Mike whispered back. �I�m not.� She giggled.
Heather and Mark were not taking it as well. �What the fuck did you do that for?� He asked upset. She had embarrassed him in front of his friends and Janet had seen him with his pants down.
�You didn�t like it?� She asked.
�No.� He said sharply back.
�Good. Then you can do it yourself from now on.� She got up and walked over to sit in another chair.
Tara could see something was wrong with Heather and Mark. She thought she could break the ice if they played a game or something.
�Who wants to play a game?�
�What kind of game?� Heather asked.
�Any game.� Tara replied.
�How about spin the bottle?� Brad jumped in.
�We are kind of old for that aren�t we?� Mark said. Right now he did not want to kiss or be near Heather.
�Instead of kiss let�s do dares.� Brad said. �You only get to turn down one dare and if you do you have to take off an article of clothing. The person spinning the bottle will come up with a dare to the person it points at.�
�Sounds like fun.� Tara said. �I�ll get a bottle upstairs.� She ran up the steps.
�Do you want to play?� Mike asked Meagan who was now holding his hand.
�As long as you are playing.� She smiled.
�What are you looking for?� Janet asked Tara seeing her searching around in the kitchen.
�A bottle.� Tara said. �We are playing spin the bottle.�
�A kissing game?� Janet laughed.
�No a dare game.� Tara responded.
Janet was pissed her boyfriend had stood her up. She was bored and was still thinking about Mark�s prick. �Do you think Meagan would be upset if I played?�
�Of course she would but I wouldn�t.� Tara laughed. Janet followed the younger girl down into the basement.
�I thought you said you would stay upstairs?� Meagan asked her sister when she arrived in the basement.
�Alex stood me up and I�m bored.� Janet said. �Tara invited me.�
Meagan gave Tara a dirty look.
�OK but if you repeat any of this I�ll kill you.� Meagan glared at her sister.
They all moved the table out of the middle of the floor and sat in a big circle. �Who goes first?� Tara asked.
�Spin the bottle.� Brad replied.. Tara spun the bottle and it went around and around. It slowed and stopped on Mark. �I get to go first.� He smiled at Heather and she smiled back.
Mark took the bottle and gave it a big spin. It moved around and slowed. They all watched as it pointed to Tara.
�Be good or I�ll get even.� She said.
�OK. Go into the bathroom and take off your bra.� He said.
Tara smiled. �That was not so bad. I can do it here.� She moved her hands up under her shirt and released the front clasp. The guys watched in amazement as she twisted her arms and managed to pull it out from under her tee shirt.
�How did you do that?� Brad asked while scratching his head.
�Maybe I�ll show you sometime?� She giggled. Everyone could now see her hard tips poking out the front of her blouse. She tossed the small bra on the sofa. �My turn.� She spun the bottle and it pointed to Janet.
Janet was wearing a denim skirt and a halter top. She looked at the young girl and was ready for anything.
�OK. I dare you to kiss the boy of your choice for one minute.�
Janet immediately looked over at Mark who had been avoiding eye contact with her. She moved up and walked around the circle. She stopped behind Mark. Mark looked over at Heather and smiled as he turned and offered his lips to the older woman. Janet gave him the best she had. The others could see their mouths open and their tongues mixing together.
�A minutes up.� Tara laughed. Janet moved her lips away and smiled. She moved back to the circle. She spun the bottle. It pointed to Mike.
�This one is easy. Take Meagan into the bathroom and have a three minute date.�
Meagan smiled at her sister. Her being here was not so bad. Meagan quickly stood and walked ahead of Mike.
The door closed behind them. �Three minutes. Go.� Tara yelled.
�I still can�t believe this is you.� Mike said as he moved his lips down to hers. Meagan accepted his lips and tongue. Mike�s hands moved down to a territory he knew was OK. His hands cupped her round ass.
Meagan broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. �What�s different about me?� She giggled. �This.� He laughed as his hands moved over her ass cheeks.
�What else?� She asked excited he would touch her elsewhere.
Mike�s hands moved up her sides and to her stomach as she moved back from him. They both looked at his hands as they moved up until they brushed the bottoms of her breasts. He looked at her face to see a smile. It gave his hands the go ahead to move up over her soft orbs.
�Definitely these.� He said. Meagan�s eyes closed as a boy touched her breasts for the first time.
�Two minutes to go.� Tara yelled.
Mike toyed with her hard nips. �What else?� She asked with her eyes still closed. They both knew where his hands would go next.
�You sure?� He whispered. She shook her head yes. It was a moment she had dreamed about for a long time.
Meagan sucked in her stomach while his fingers moved down her abs to her stomach. He lightly touched over her pubic mound and to the junction of her thighs. Her legs opened enough for his fingers to trace over her virgin slit. She moaned when he touched her clit. His fingers moved lower to the bottom of her dress and under it. He touched the insides of both thighs as his fingers moved north.
Mike had touched his last girlfriend on her panties only. He had never touched hers or any bare pussy before. His fingers pushed against the soft satin panty and stopped. She really was a girl he thought. He curled his finger under the elastic edge and felt her silky soft pubic hair guiding the way for his fingers to her damp slit.
�Meagan.� He whispered as he moved his fingers up her slippery channel.
�I wanted you to be the first to touch me.� She moaned when he pushed against her hard pleasure knob.
As Mike�s finger moved off her clit she grabbed his hand to hold it there.
�Right there.� She directed.
She could tell from his fumbling finger he did not know much about a female�s vagina. The only real one he had seen was Mrs. Thompson�s the day his grandfather died.
�One minute.� Tara yelled.
Meagan wasn�t sure if she would get this chance again so she aimed her fingers at his zipper and found it. She pulled it down and reached inside. She wasn�t sure how it would feel when she found it but she had a pretty good idea how it would be shaped. Her fingers pushed thought his bush and across his hot shaft. Her fingers explored it as he explored her wetness. She marveled at its size. She guessed it was at least seven or eight hard inches. Her fingers moved around the crown and felt the slippery pre-come.
�I�m glad you are the first too.� Mike whispered. Her fingers were making him close to coming again.
Her lips sucked on his earlobe again and she could feel him about to explode again. He did not know how to bring her off. �Maybe we can have some other firsts?�
Mike thought about what she had said. �You mean?�
�Maybe?� She giggled.
�TIMES UP!� Tara yelled as she tried to open the door. Mike pulled his fingers out of Meagan�s panties and she did the same out of his pants. They rearranged their clothing and Mike kissed her one last time. Meagan opened the door and walked out blushing.
�Hey sis. Did you find anything in there you liked?� Janet teased.
Meagan kicked her lightly as she walked by. Meagan grabbed the bottle. Her body was now on fire and she wanted to see and experience more. She spun and it landed on Mark. Meagan wanted to see if everyone was willing to share. �OK. I want Mark to demonstrate his favorite sexual position.� Everyone turned to look at Heather. She frowned. �With Tara.� Meagan finished. Everyone looked at Mark and Tara to see if they would do it.
�Go ahead.� Heather said already upset with him. They all looked at Brad. �Fine with me.�
Tara looked at Mark and grinned. She had always liked Mark but he had been dating her girlfriend for such a long time. Tara stood up and met Mark by the sofa. �What�s your favorite position?� Tara whispered in his ear.
Mark smiled and looked at Heather. They only had intercourse three times and Heather was not one willing to experiment. �Girl on top.� He whispered back. Mark moved over to the sofa and lay down. His prick was hard from the time he heard what was going to happen.
�Like this?� Tara asked as she swung her leg over his hip and straddled his waist. Her pussy was directly above his bulge. �I�m glad I didn�t wear a dress now.� She laughed. She looked under her breasts to accurately guide her pussy to the tip of the tent in his pants. She gently touched it at first and then pressed harder until the tip was pushing up against her clit. She closed her eyes and lowered her hips until his log rested between her slit. She started a slow up and down motion on his body.
Meagan was sitting directly across from Mike as they watched Tara�s fucking motion on Mark�s hard-on. She saw Mike turn to look at her and smile. She smiled back and slowly opened her thighs to show him her red panties again. Teasing was so much fun.
�Touch my ass.� Tara whispered in Mark�s ear. His hardness was making her close to coming. He glanced over at Heather and saw her looking away. His fingers found Tara�s cute little butt and pulled it harder against him. It was all Tara needed as she exploded. �Oh..oh.� She moaned as her hips moved faster and faster. She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. It was the first time anyone but her own fingers had made her come. Her body went limp on top of him.
�God.� Janet said. She never knew these 18 year olds would be this nasty. As she wished if Alex was there she heard the doorbell ring. �I�ll be right back.� She said running up the steps.
Tara climbed off of Mark and lightly kissed his lips as her face moved by his. �Thanks.� She moved up feeling the dampness between her legs. By the time Mark sat back down Janet came down the stairs with Alex.
The girls all looked at him as an older man. He was twenty-two and a Junior in college. �Is it OK if Alex joins us?� Janet asked.
�Sure.� Heather quickly replied. If Mark could fool around so could she.
�So, this is spin the bottle dare game?� He said smiling. He looked at the cute young girls who were making eye contact with him. It had been over a year since he had a virgin he thought looking over at Janet.
�My turn.� Tara said as she picked up the bottle. Mark grabbed it from her hand. �You had a turn and I was part of the scene on the sofa.� He said as he turned the bottle. They all watched as it pointed to Heather. Mark smiled. It was payback time for his buddy Brad.
Heather gave him a stern look. �Since I had such a good time with Tara it�s only fair that Heather shows her favorite position to Brad.� Mark smiled at Heather thinking she would go to her missionary position.
Heather knew what Mark thought she would do. She actually had wanted to try another position but it was not what Mark thought it was. She had wanted to try oral sex but didn�t know how to tell him. This was her chance.
Heather stood and grabbed Brad�s hand. She led him to the sofa and pushed him onto his back. She could see the outline of his prick under his pants. She smiled at Alex as she turned her body so she was facing his feet. They all gasped when she moved her body onto his in a 69 position. Her long blonde hair fell over his zipper such that no one could see her mouth open to nibble on his bulge.
Brad didn�t know what hit him. He expected her to do the same as Tara but when she turned and moved her hips over his head he looked up to see her dress fall over his face. He couldn�t see her panties but his face soon felt them. He moved his face up to get his nose free so he could breath. When he did his mouth came into contact with her damp crotch. He felt her mouth biting gently on his tip as his pushed his tongue out to find her damp slit. He wished he could pull her panties to the side but his arms were trapped.
�Shit.� Alex said sitting upward to see better. Janet had told him things were wild but to see them locked in a 69 was too much.
Heather wanted to make Brad come to get even for satisfying Tara. She didn�t know what to do so she did everything she could thing of. Her mouth moved over his crown and she quickly raised and lowered her head. She could feel him getting harder in her mouth. Her mouth moved off the tip and down the side. He was not a long as Mark but he was pretty thick. She clamped her mouth on the side of his shaft and moved her head up and down. Brad only lasted a few seconds. �OH GOD!� He yelled from under her skirt. Her leg moved enough for his hand to snake free undetected by the others. He pulled her panties to the side and tasted a pussy for the first time. His tongue discovered she definitely was not a virgin as it dove deep inside of her.
Heather felt his dam burst and moved her head back. His tongue up inside of her was too much. Her head rose up when his tongue moved deep inside.
The rest of the group sat silent as the two bodies stopped moving. The game was turning into more than a game.
�My turn.� Heather said grabbing the bottle. They watched as it turned to point to Alex. It was her turn to dare him.
She giggled. �Take off everything but your underwear.�
Alex looked at her in disbelief. �Strip?� He asked. �I just got here.�
�Chicken?� Janet teased.
�You sure?� He asked. Heather shook her head yes.
They all watched as he stood and pulled his tee shirt over his head. His chest was covered with dark hair and was full of muscle. He stood and unsnapped his jeans. They all watched as he pushed them down his legs and off his feet. The large bulge in his boxers was not hiding from anyone.
�Satisfied?� He asked Heather as he sat back down. She smiled.
�So this is going to be one of those games huh?� Alex asked. It was his turn and he wanted to see some naked flesh.
He spun the bottle and it pointed to Meagan. She gasped. She knew what he wanted.
�Little sis. I�ve never seen you in a dress before and now I guess I�ll get to see you not in a dress. Take it off.� He grinned.
Meagan looked at Janet for support. She only smiled. �What if I don�t do it?� She asked Tara who made up this game.
�You lose your one denial. You might want to save it in case something really bad comes up.� Tara said. She felt bad for her girlfriend who was about to expose her body for the first time.
�She can have my denial.� Mike said.
�No. I can do it.� Meagan said as she stood facing the other way. They all watched as she pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and watched as it fell down her body. Only her red satin panties and bra remained. She quickly turned and sat back down. She crossed her arm over her thongs. With the other hand she took the bottle.
Mike tried not to stare at Meagan�s body but he couldn�t help it. Her muscular thighs fed up into her naked hips. Her flat stomach did the same to the rise at her chest. Her nipples could not be seen through the satin material of her bra but they definitely were hard little nubs.
Meagan spun the bottle and it pointed to her sister.
�OK. Take off your skirt and blouse.� Meagan said smartly.
�You only had to take off one thing.� Janet said. Meagan knew she was wearing a halter top which did not have a bra. If she took it off she would be showing her bare breasts.
�A dare is a dare.� Meagan laughed.
Janet sighed as she stood to remove her skirt. Luckily she had new panties which where pretty sheer. She wondered if they could see she shaved her pussy. She grabbed the bottom of the halter top and pulled it up over her naked breasts. Her pink nipples stood out like small missiles. She tossed the clothing on the floor next to her and sat down. She saw Mark�s eyes locked onto her breasts and smiled at him. She spun the bottle.
Tara gasped when it pointed to her.
Janet thought she would see just how far these kids would go. �Let�s try this. Reach down into Alex�s boxers and play around for at least a minute.�
They all looked at Brad. �A dare is a dare.� He grinned. He liked the way the game was going.
�I can�t.� Tara said looking down. She had never touched a bare penis before as was not about to do it in front of everyone else.
�You used your denial.� Brad said smiling. Seeing him smile pissed her off.
�Wait. OK. I�ll do it.� She said glaring at Brad.
She moved over to Alex and he leaned back on his hands. They all watched as Tara used one hand to pull out his waistband as the other hand moved down under the material. Even though she had felt Brad through his pants she was not ready for the hard silky shaft as her hand moved around him. Her fingers traced around the ridge of his crown and slowly down to his balls. She cupped them in her tiny hand and slowly raised her fingers back up his shaft. He was not as big as she thought he would be. Her fingers moved up over the crown again and off the tip. Her fingers moved out of his waistband with the dampness of his pre-come on the tips.
Meagan couldn�t believe Tara would ready do it and watched as her hand moved under Alex�s boxers. Even though he was wearing boxers everyone could see what was going on. She remembered how stiff Mike�s prick was.
�That�s enough.� Tara said proudly. She wiped her hand on her jeans and spun the bottle. Around and around it went. No one was talking as they watched the top of the bottle slow down and point to��Janet.
�Hey. I�m not taking off my panties.� She said holding her hand out in front of her.
Tara laughed. �I�m sure the guys will like this. Rub your breasts across all the guy�s lips.� She was getting even for what Janet did to her.
The guys thought Janet would refuse but when she stood and moved over to Brad he looked up at her naked breasts. They were the first real ones he had ever seen. Janet pushed him back until his head was on the floor looking up at her. She knelt beside him and moved her orbs down until her nipple pushed against his lips. Janet gasped when his mouth opened and sucked her hard digit inside.
Mark was directly behind Janet and when she took the doggie position on her knees her ass was only a few feet from his face. His eyes opened wide when her legs opened showing him her panties wedged into her pussy lips. He did not see any pubic hair.
�Enough.� Alex said. He was not that happy with this young guy�s chewing on his girls nips. Janet pulled her hard nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. Everyone laughed. She crawled over him to do the same to Mark. As Mark lay back his bulge was outlined in his pants. All the girls could see he was well hung. Janet looked down at Mark�s opened mouth and thought she would do some teasing. She dropped her nipple and it pushed into his eye. He tried to tilt his mouth upward but she jerked her boob back. She lowered it again and it pushed against his chin. Again he jabbed his mouth at her breast and missed. Finally Mark reached up and grabbed her breast and held it still until his lips sucked her nipple inside.
Heather watched Mark sucking on the older girl�s tit and was more mad than jealous. If he wanted to play around so would she.
Janet pulled her breast away from Mark and crawled over to Mike. �OK lit� sis?� Janet asked as Mike leaned back. Meagan knew she couldn�t say no. She shook her head yes and stared as her sister aimed her breast at Mike�s mouth. He showed how inexperienced he was as he licked and nibbled at her breast. Janet grabbed his head and held his lips frozen on her hard bud.
�Easy.� She directed. She closed her eyes as his lips and tongue gently caressed her nipple.
�Good.� She moaned.
�Enough.� Alex laughed trying to act like it didn�t bother him.
Janet grabbed the bottle and spun it.
Mike tried to move away from the bottle as it pointed to him but Janet quickly said his name. Janet owed her little sister but she also wanted her and Mike to hook up. She wondered how far Meagan would really go.
�OK Mike. I want you to put your hand down the front of Meagan�s panties and touch her there for a minute.�
Mike quickly turned to see Meagan�s expression which was one of shock. She didn�t mind if Mike touched her vagina but she was not happy doing it in front of everyone. She smiled and grabbed her dress nearby and placed it over her lap. �OK but I get to cover up.�
�I didn�t say you could cover up.� Janet zapped back.
�You didn�t say I couldn�t.� Meagan said firmly.
�She�s right.� Mike quickly announced. He also did not want others to see him fumbling around a girl�s panties.
�OK. OK.� Janet smiled. She watched as Meagan folded the dress over her lap and uncrossed her legs. Mike�s hard-on was pushing out his pants as he moved over until his body was close enough to do what he had to do. Meagan smiled and pulled up the dress for his hand to move under.
�One minute. GO!� Janet said looking at her wristwatch.
�Wait.� Mike said. �I�m not under her panties yet.�
�Say when.� Janet laughed. Everyone�s eyes were on Meagan�s tiny dress which was moving along with Mike�s hand and fingers. He quickly slipped his fingers down the top of her thongs until he touched her soft bush. �OK.� He announced.
Meagan was totally embarrassed as her long time secret love fumbled down into her moist virgin slit. He quickly passed over her hard clit and tried to find her hole. I�m a virgin stupid. She thought as his finger moved down to the bottom and back to the top. When he again touched her clit she moaned.
Mike was not sure what he was touching but when he pushed against a small mound of flesh she moaned. She must like it. He thought as he focused his rubbing on that spot.
Meagan could feel her climax approaching and did not want to have it in front of everyone. Her body was now moving with the motion of Mike�s finger which caused the tiny dress to move enough for everyone to see his whole hand under the tiny red triangle. They could also see glimpses of her pubic hair. �Oh�� Meagan moaned. She looked at her sister who was not even looking at her watch anymore. �A minute has to be up!� She cried out.
�Make it two minutes.� Janet laughed. She wanted to see her sister finger-fucked until she climaxed.
�JANET!� Meagan screamed pissed at her sister but also was pissed at herself for not being able to control her explosion. Her hips shot upward as she came. �OH GOD!� She cried as her hands grabbed Mike�s hand to pull it out of her panties. She turned and turned her body until she could fix her panties back into place.
Mike was amazed of what he had done. He glanced over at Brad who gave him thumbs up. It was his turn to spin. The bottle turned until it pointed to Tara.
�Take off your jeans and blouse.� He said smiling.
�Uh excuse me. Did you forget I�m not wearing a bra?� She said nervously.
�Nope. I definitely remembered.� Mike laughed.
Tara looked around to see if anyone would come to her aid but everyone just smiled. Her small 34b boobs would soon be naked for the first time to males. She stood and unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her thin but well shaped legs. She smiled as she pulled her panties out of her ass. She closed her eyes and pulled her blouse up over her white breasts.
�Nice.� Alex said looking up at her young morsels.
So far only Janet and Tara were showing privates. Tara hoped to change that. She took the bottle and made a wish. The wish came true. It pointed to Brad. She had not seen him naked and since he did not stand up for her she was going to get him back.
�Take off all your clothes.� She said smiling.
�What?� He said laughing. �You can�t do that.�
�Oh yes I can.� She laughed.
Where Mike was sitting he could see both the front of Janet�s and Tara�s panties. The dark shadow of Tara�s bush could be seen but he could not see any shadow under Janet�s panties and her panties were even sheerer than Tara�s. He suddenly realized she probably didn�t have a bush. She shaved it!
�Hey. I can use my denial. All I have to do is take one thing off.� He laughed and pulled off his tee shirt and sat back down. He looked at his girlfriend and smiled as he spun the bottle. It stopped on Heather.
�OK off with the dress.� He said grinning.
Heather knew her panties were soaked and if she took off the dress everyone else would also know. She was also not wearing a bra. �I�m using my denial too.� She said.
�But, you still have to take off the dress.� Brad laughed.
�Not really. I can take off anything I want.� With that she stood and reached up under her dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down and off her feet. She tossed them to Brad who caught them. He smiled at her when he felt how damp they were.
�My turn.� Heather said as she sat down making sure no one could see up under her dress. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Brad again. �Aha!� She laughed. �Seems you have no more denials.�
�Be easy on me.� Brad begged.
�Sure. Why don�t you strip naked?� She laughed.
Mike felt for his buddy who would be the first to show everyone his penis. He had seen his friend in the showers and knew he was smaller than himself but not that small. He knew it was stage fright that was making his face pale.
�Everything?� Brad repeated.
�Yes!� Tara laughed.
Meagan was holding Mike�s hand tighter and tighter as she watch her childhood friend release the snap on his jeans and push them down over his briefs. The six inch outline of his penis was easily seen bulging out the front of his BVDs.
�Why don�t we take a break?� Brad asked hoping to stop where he was at now.
�No!� All four females yelled at the same time. If they were going to show their bodies they wanted to see some penises too.
Brad stood motionless trying to think of a way out of this mess. He did not see Janet�s hands moving up behind him and could not react fast enough to stop his briefs flying down his hips and legs. He looked down in shock at his virgin pecker pointing straight outward.
�HEY!� He screamed as his fingers quickly covered his hard-on.
Meagan giggled as she saw a man�s hard penis for the first time. She now knew that Mike was much bigger than their friend.
�Give me those back!� He yelled at Janet who was holding them up for everyone to see.
Tara�s panties became even damper when she saw her boyfriend�s penis for the first time. She suddenly became curious what the other guy�s equipment looked like.
Janet tossed him the undies and he pushed them down to cover his prick. The white briefs sat on top of them but did little to hide his excited state.
�Give me the bottle.� Brad said noticeably pissed. He was not going to be the only one naked. He spun the bottle so fast it flew across and hit against Mike�s leg and pointed across at Janet.
�Alright!� Brad yelled seeing who it pointed to.
�Not fair. It hit Mike�s leg.� Janet said. She was not going to take off her panties.
�Do it again.� Tara yelled at her boyfriend. She wanted to see some more naked men.
Brad reached for the bottle and the briefs fell from covering his hard-on. �Fuck it.� He said as he spun the bottle slower this time. All eyes followed it until it stopped on��.Janet again!��
�No excuses this time.� Brad laughed.
Janet looked at Alex who only smiled. He wanted to see what these other girls looked like naked so he was not going to object about Janet showing her treasures.
�Come on sis.� Meagan said laughing. �Scared?�
Janet smiled but was steaming on the inside. Her fingers moved into her panties waistband as she lifted her ass to slide them out from under her and slowly down her thighs.
Mike had the best view when her bald pussy lips came into view. He was anticipating she was shaven but was not prepared when he actually saw his first pussy and it was not hidden under a mat of hair.
�Wow.� Mark said what all the other guys were thinking. �She shaves it.�
Even Meagan was surprised when she saw her sister�s bald pussy. She had heard about girls doing that but didn�t think someone like her sister would do it.
�What�s everyone looking at?� Janet said as she sat down with her legs squeezed tightly together to prevent any more peeks at her pink slit. She grabbed the bottle and froze. �What if the person is naked?�
�They must do a dare or get out of the game.� Tara quickly said. �Spin.� She was anxious.
Janet twisted the bottle and let it go. It turned around and around until it stopped on Mark.
�OK big boy. Let�s see it.� She said chuckling.
Mark looked at Mike and Brad and stood. He wasn�t ashamed as he stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time. His long seven inch hard-on popped outward.
�They don�t all look alike.� Janet cracked seeing a bigger shaft than both Brad�s and her boyfriend�s.
Heather smiled at him proud that he had no problem stripping naked. Her heart pounded as he spun the bottle. It stopped on Meagan.
Meagan gasped when she saw the bottle pointing at her. She smiled and held her hands together begging her friend to be easy on her.
�OK. Just your bra.� Heather said smiling.
Even her bra was something Meagan was not prepared to give up. Up until today she had hid er body and had hid it well. Now every one of her friends, as well as Janet and Alex, would now see her bare breasts.
�Just the bra.� Meagan repeated as she unhooked the front clasp and pulled the bra slowly apart until her small but firm naked breasts were exposed. Her nipples were as hard as she had ever seen them. She turned and placed the bra between her and Mike. She wanted to make sure he got a good look.
Meagan spun the bottle. Around and around it went and stopped. Heather jumped back. Meagan forgot Heather was missing her panties. �The dress.� She said.
�Meagan! I�m not wearing panties.� She exclaimed at her friend.
�Oh. That�s right.� Meagan laughed. �Can you take off your bra?�
�I�m not wearing one.� She whispered.
�Hey. If she only has a dress on tell her to take it off.� Mark said happy that she would be naked too.
�Wait I don�t have to take something off. I can do a dare.� She said smiling at her friend Meagan.
Meagan knew the guys wanted her to strip but she didn�t want to piss off her friend. �OK. Let all the guys touch you under your dress one at a time for a minute each.�
�Meagan!� Heather said gritting her teeth.
�That�s it.� Mark said. �You have to do it.�
Heather looked at her boyfriend as she stood to stand by Alex. His long arm moved his hand to her knee and slowly his hand disappeared as he pushed it up under her dress. Her legs parted as he neared his destination and she closed her eyes when his finger tip invaded deep into her damp pussy. He was much more experienced than Mark and went straight to her clit with his thumb while he pushed in and out of her hole.
As Alex fingered Heather Mike moved his hand over to gently touch Meagan�s thigh. Everyone was watching Alex and Heather and didn�t see her hand move over to his leg. The game had made everyone so horny they were having trouble keeping their hands off each other.
�Next.� Janet said looking at her watch. Alex reluctantly removed his hand from under her dress and winked at her. He had discovered she was not a virgin. She smiled as she moved over to her boyfriend.
Mark�s prick was standing at attention when she approached. Although they had intercourse the times had been in the dark and they had not really seen each other naked. As his hand moved up familiar territory her eyes closed again as he approached her honey tunnel. She did not see Mark�s other hand pull up the bottom of her dress exposing her red pubic mound. It matched the flaming red hair on her head.
�Mark.� Meagan said to alert Heather what he was doing. Heather opened her eyes and saw her dress up over her pussy. She slapped his hands away. �That�s all you are getting.�
�Hey. My minute is not up.� He complained.
�It is now.� She said totally pissed off.
She moved over to Brad and stood while he reached up under her dress to finger her pussy. His fingers explored and his middle finger slipped deep into her dripping hole. He looked at her with a surprised look. She smiled as he explored her cave.
�Next.� Janet announced.
Mike pulled his fingers off Meagan�s leg and moved them to Heather�s ankle. His fingers sped up her leg and under her dress. His finger tips pushed against the sticky juices of her pussy and searched for the small knob resting at the top. He found it and rubbed.
�Oh.� Heather moaned. Having four guys finger your pussy was too much. As soon as Mike�s fingers found her clit she started to come. �Don�t stop.� She begged as he flicked his fingers across her hard joy button. �I�m�..� She cried as she climaxed. His fingers slipped down until he moved his index finger up into her pussy.
�That was great.� Heather said to bust her boyfriend as she moved back to her position. She spun the bottle. It pointed to Alex. Since he was the oldest she wondered how brave he was.
�I want you to strip and show us your favorite position.�
Janet looked at her with total shock. �I�m not doing that.�
�I didn�t ask you to.� Heather laughed. �Alex chooses the girl.�
Alex stood and slowly pushed his underwear over his hard-on. It was starting to hurt being so confined. He smiled when he saw the wide eyes of the younger girls looking at his hard shaft. And, best of all he got to pick out the girl of his choice. As he looked around the room at the girls they all kind of looked away afraid he would pick them. All except for Heather who was smiling at him.
�OK. I choose you.� He said grinning.
Heather smiled at her boyfriend and stood to walk with the naked older man to the sofa. She stood nervously in only her thin dress as he whispered in her ear. She turned and looked at Mark who was talking to Brad acting like he didn�t care what she did.
�OK.� She said agreeing to his proposal. He wanted her to sit on top of him. She stood back as he lay on his back. His prick was hard and pointing upward as she moved her legs over his causing her skirt to fall over his stomach.
�Hey. We can�t see what�s going on.� Janet complained.
�We are just demonstrating and not really doing it.� Alex said as Heather�s damp pussy moved down onto his prick. His hands took hold of her waist and he lifted her until the tip of his prick was poised at the entrance to her tight pussy. She looked down at him and smiled.
It was all Alex needed as he slowly lowered her body and her pussy down, down and down his shaft. When she stopped he was fully inside of her. Alex was happy just having himself in her and was even more happy when she started to rise up and back down. She was really fucking him while the others watched.
�God. It looks like they are really doing it.� Tara whispered. She also wished she could see up under Heather�s dress.
�How long do they do it?� Mark asked getting nervous. �Who spun the bottle?�
�I did.� Heather said trying to get her breath and pretend she was not fucking his man. �I guess another two minutes.�
�Two minutes!� Mark said upset. He knew she was at least rubbing her pussy on this man�s cock.
Alex tried to hold back but couldn�t top his climax as he gripped her waist hard in his hands and shot his pleasure juices deep inside of her. He did a great job pretending he was not really fucking her. �Let�s just do a few more seconds.�
Heather was surprised when the experienced man came so fast. She felt his juices pouring from her tight pussy and gave him a dirty look. He was satisfied and wanted to stop. She moved her pussy off his quickly softening penis. Her dress covered his white juices dripping from her hole.
Janet was the only one to see Alex�s prick before he hid it with his hand. Shit. He had fucked Meagan�s friend while they all watched. She watched as Heather quickly headed to the bathroom upstairs.
�Is she OK?� Meagan asked seeing her friend running up the stairs.
Meagan didn�t wait for an answer as she jumped up and ran up the stairs wearing only her satin red thongs.
Meagan knocked on the door. �Heather it�s Meagan.�
Heather opened the door to let her friend in. Heather was standing holding her dress up and was cleaning off the come from her pussy and legs.
�He fucked you?� Meagan asked shocked.
�No. I fucked him.� Heather said. �At least for a few seconds. Don�t worry I�m on birth control.�
�Wow.� Meagan said wondering if Heather was upset.
�God. It was so hot fucking him in front of everyone.� She said smiling. �Do you think anyone noticed?�
�I didn�t. It just looked like you were faking it.�
�Good. Let�s go back downstairs.� Heather said. �Maybe Mike will take your cherry.�
�I hope so.� Meagan laughed as she led the way back down the stairs.
�She�s OK.� Meagan announced.
Heather looked at Mark who looked at her suspiciously. She smiled and sat back in her place. Alex took the bottle and spun it. It pointed to Mark.
�Shit. I don�t know. A dare huh. I got it. Kiss little sis�s body all over.�
Meagan sat up when he said little sis. That�s what he called her. He was telling Mark to kiss her body all over. �I don�t think so.� She said.
�Use your denial.� Mike said. Of course it would mean Meagan had to remove her panties.
�But, I�ll have to take off�.� She hesitated. She took a deep breath and pushed her panties under her hips and down her legs. She tried to keep her legs together as best as she could as her panties moved off her feet. She sat back naked and looked down at the top of her blonde bush resting under her navel. She turned to see Mike�s eyes looking at her lower stomach as well.
Meagan spun the bottle. It pointed to Mike. She smiled. He would have to do whatever she wanted.
�How about another three minutes in heaven with me in the laundry room without the clothes of course.�
�Here. You want me to strip here?� He asked.
She smiled and shook her head yes.
All eyes were on Mike�s trembling fingers as he slowly undressed. As his boxers moved over his nine inch rod Tara gasped. �Holy shit.� Even Janet sat up straight.
Mike�s face turned beet red as he took Meagan�s hand to walk into the laundry room. As Meagan stood her legs moved apart enough for Mike�s eyes to see her pink folds under the sparse blonde curls.
�Now go easy on my little sister.� Janet said jealous it was not her going into the room with the well endowed teenager.
Meagan moved back against the washer as his moved his body up towards hers. His long hard-on pressed directly into her stomach. She laughed and moved her hand down to bend it upward. The tip pressed against her right breast. �Umm.� She said as her hand guided the damp tip up to her nipple.
Mike�s hands moved quickly to her nakedness. He wanted to touch every inch of a naked female for the first time. He explored her soft ass cheeks and slid his finger under her ass and across her damp slit. Her legs opened to allow his hand more freedom.
�Do you want to do it?� Mike asked as she pushed his long dong down until the crown rubbed against her clitoris.
�Yes. But not here. Not like this.� She said. �I want it to be special.�
�Me too.� Mike said. He really did want it to be special but right now he wanted to come.
�Two more minutes.� Janet yelled from outside the room.
�What can we do?� Mike asked almost crying for release.
Meagan remembered all those girl sleepovers and all the talk about oral sex and blowjobs. She told them she could never do such a vile act but now with his penis in her hand she forgot all those words. She pushed him back far enough for her to slide downward until she was on her knees in front of him.
�Meagan.� Mike moaned when he realized what she was about to do. �MEAGAN!� He screamed when her petite mouth sucked in the mushroom tip of his prick.
Janet laughed when she heard Mike scream her sister�s name. �You go girl.�
�I wonder what she is doing to him.� Tara said. The sexual tension in the room was at it zenith.
�OH GOD MEAGAN!� Mike moaned as her mouth took almost five of his rigid inches down her throat.
Meagan didn�t like the taste at first but got used to it quickly. She was on fire when she heard him call out her name. She tightened her lips around his shaft when she heard him scream her name. Her fingers moved up to caress his balls while her mouth moved up and down his long lollypop.
�I�M COMING MEAGAN!� Mike screamed to give her a warning to remove her mouth. She did and his hot spunk splattered all over her face. Her fingers moved to his prick and she milked him dry.
�TIMES UP!� Janet called out as she pulled open the door and stuck her face inside. She wanted to see what they had been doing. She laughed when she saw her little sister whipping off his come from her nose and chin. Janet made a note to teach her how to swallow it.
Mike walked out of the room first with his hard-on resending to its soft state. There was no question Meagan had given him a release. As Meagan stood to walk out Janet whispered in her ear. �If you don�t want him I�ll take him.�
�No way.� Meagan said smiling. That hunk of meat was hers.
It was Mike�s turn to spin. They all were now leaning forward to see who the next person was. The game had picked up a lot. The bottle pointed to Tara.
�The panties and�� He hesitated thinking what he would ask her to do. The blowjob Meagan had just given him was the best feeling he had ever had. He had to give the favor to his friend Brad.
�and��.give Brad a blowjob.�
�Out here?� Tara asked in shock. At least Meagan got to do it in the laundry room.
�Yes.� Mike said. He wanted to see it happen. His soft prick started to get some more life when Tara stood and pushed her panties down her small ass and tan thighs. Her bush had a bikini shave with a thick dark strip over the lips of her mound. He could not see her slit through the dark forest.
Brad looked at her and smiled. Getting a blowjob from his love was the ultimate even if she had to do it in front of everyone.
�Anyone want to teach me?� Tara giggled as she moved down on her knees in front of Brad.
�I will come on over here.� Alex laughed. Janet smacked him on his arm and moved over next to the young inexperienced girl. �Take his penis in your hand and slowly stroke him while you lick around the tip.� She whispered.
Tara giggled as she grabbed his hard-on and did as Janet said. It tasted a little salty. �OH.� Brad moaned. He knew he would not last very long.
Mark was sitting directly across from Tara and when she leaned forward her legs spread enough for him to see the virgin�s slim pink slit under the girl�s dark bush. He could also see her tiny puckered rear opening. It was a great sight.
As Tara continued to taste the tip Janet whispered again. �Suck in the crown and flick your tongue across the tip.� Tara opened her tiny lips and did as the older woman said. Her teeth gently bit his soft flesh. �OH SHIT!� Brad cried out. Everyone else in the room laughed.
�Now for the grand finale.� Janet whispered. �Move as much of him down your throat without gagging and when you pull your mouth out clamp your lips tightly around him.� Tara�s eyes opened as wide as her mouth as she sucked in his six inch penis. She was amazed when her nose pushed against his pubic mound. She slowly moved her lips up and off making a popping sound. �Ahhh.� Brad groaned. One more trip and he was history.
Tara didn�t need any more instructions. The rest was up to her. She again sucked in his hard length and slowly pulled her lips off. �OH, OH, OH!� He cried as he came. He did not give her any warning and shot his load down her throat. Tara�s mouth came off gagging trying to breath. �Swallow it.� Janet yelled. Tara turned and looked at her as her throat opened up to drink in his juices.
Janet smacked him on his leg. �It�s polite to warn a lady when you come.� Brad looked at Tara who was trying to breath. �Sorry.�
Brad managed to sit up and take the bottle. The first open display of a sexual act had taken the game to a new level. He wondered how far everyone was willing to go. The bottle stopped on Mark.
�Go down on the girl of your choice buddy.� Brad said quickly.
Mark sat up when the bottle stopped on him. When he heard the sweet words he knew who�s pussy he wanted to kiss and lick. He looked immediately to Janet and pointed. �Her.�
Alex spoke up. �I don�t think so.�
Janet didn�t say a word as she leaned over and whispered in Alex�s ear. �I know you fucked his girlfriend so if I was you I would shut up.�
Alex knew when he was to be quiet and now was one of those times. �Go ahead.�
Janet wanted to enjoy the experience and stood to walk to the sofa. She sat back on the cushions and slowly opened her legs. Everyone watched as her bald pussy lips opened wide enough for her inner folds to open. Her hard clit and opened pussy was on display. She was definitely not a virgin.
Mark just looked at her for almost a minute. �You just going to window shop or are you going for it?� Janet laughed. His body moved forward until her hands took his head and guided his lips where she wanted them.
�The tongue.� She commanded as his lips moved over her clit. He pushed his long tongue out until he pushed against her joy button.
�Right there.� She moaned and closed her eyes.
Mark�s tongue rapidly flicked up and down and right and left. She pushed his head lower and his tongue moved deep down into her moist depths. Her hips moved upward. It might be his first time but he was a fast learner. She moved him back to her clit to finish her race to satisfaction.
No one noticed Heather�s hand as she moved it slowly up under her dress to her dripping vagina. She imagined it was her on the sofa Mark was going down on. She was close to coming when Janet took a deep breath and held his face tightly against her womanhood. Her body shook and trembled as she climaxed. She let go of his head and he jerked it back to get some air.
�Wow.� Tara said.
Janet stood and kissed Mark on his lips. She tasted her own pleasure. �My turn to spin.� The game was coming to a peak.
The bottle spun and spun until it pointed to Heather. Janet smiled. It was revenge time for the girl who had fucked her boy friend on the sofa. Heather was the only one still wearing clothing. �First take off the dress and stand to show everyone your body�.�
Heather did as Janet said. Right now she was so hot she would do just about anything. Her dress fell from her full breasts. Of all the girls there Heather�s breasts were the biggest.
�Nice.� Brad said looking up at her large round areoles.
�Thanks.� Heather giggled. She let the dress go and it fell at her bare feet. She kicked it aside and turned slowly showing her flaming red bush.
�Now what?� She asked anxious to be satisfied. Janet heard the young group gasp when she finished her dare to Heather. �You like sexual positions so much I�m going to let you do a sixty-nine.�
Heather smiled. �With the guy of my choice?�
�No. With the girl of your choice.� Janet laughed.
�A GIRL!� Heather exclaimed. �NO FUCKIN WAY!�
�What�s wrong little girl not woman enough?� Janet said with a dare.
�It�s not that. I can�t do that.� Heather said looking at Meagan and Tara for support.
�I guess your game is over since you have used your one denial.� Janet laughed. �You can wait upstairs until we have finished.�
Heather stood not believing what she was hearing. Her own girlfriends or her boyfriend was not supporting her. She looked at Meagan and Tara who looked away. OK. She thought to herself. If I have to do it so will one of them.
�OK I�ll do it.� Heather said seeing the shock on everyone�s face.
�What?� Mark said. �You�re going to really do it?�
�Yes. With one of my BEST friends.� She said looking down at Meagan and Tara. They both looked at her in fear.
�Let�s see�.which one?� She moved her finger back and forth between the two of them.
All the men were now sitting with raging hard-ons. They were going to see two women giving each other oral sex. Shit. It was every man�s dream.
�Let�s see��..� She hesitated and said. �I pick them both.�
�You can�t do that.� Tara said. �She said female meaning singular.�
They all turned to Janet who was almost laughing.
�It�s up to her. If she wants both I�m OK with it.�
�No.� Tara said upset. �You can�t do a 69 with three people.� She looked at Meagan who was speechless.
�I have no idea.� She managed to mumble.
�Yes we can.� Heather said with a smile. �We just get our bodies into a circle.�
A CIRCLE
!� Tara exclaimed. �You�re nuts.�
�Like this.� Heather said pulling both girls up and leading them to a large carpeted area. �Lie on your right side.� She said to Meagan who did as her girl friend directed.
�Now you do the same with your head at Meagan�s stomach.� Heather told Tara. They all watched as Heather moved her naked body down until her own head was at Tara�s stomach and her own stomach was at Meagan�s head.
�See�.a circle.� Heather said proud of her sexual creation. �Now I do this.� Heathers hands pried a part Tara�s legs until the girl�s dark pussy was inches from her face. �And you two do the same.�
The men were all now moving closer to the circle. �I think it�s more like a 696969.� Alex laughed.
�OK now we do it.� Heather announced as her lips pushed forward into Tara�s bush.
Tara did the same to Meagan and Meagan did the same to Heather. The girls tightly closed mouths were pressed against the other�s pubic mounds. They froze.
�Come on. Open your mouths.� Mark said excited.
Heather broke her mouth away. �You said to do a sixty-nine and we are doing�� She was about to say �it� when she felt Meagan�s tongue flick across her clitoris. Her eyes got bigger when Meagan did it again and again.
�Look. Meagan�s doing it. She�s eating Heather�s pussy.� Brad cried out. Mike looked at his new girlfriend�s tongue as it slithered into the curly crimson nest and moved up and down her friend�s canal.
Tara heard the excitement of the men and didn�t want to be left out so she flicked her own tongue into Meagan�s virgin mound. Heather closed her eyes and moved her face down into Tara�s snatch.
�Wow. That�s cool� Brad cried out leaning forward. His prick was at max. He wished he was in the circle.
�Hey, why don�t we join them?� Brad whispered to the others. Before he got an answer Mark and Mike jumped down on the rug. Mike pulled Tara�s face from his new girl�s loins and shoved in his own to take her place. He wormed his body until his hard-on pressed against Tara�s face. She smiled as she grabbed the biggest penis and shoved three inches between her lips.
Mark jumped between Meagan and Heather and aimed his rod at Meagan�s mouth while his face dove into Heather�s muff. Brad wasn�t too far behind as he aimed his tongue at Tara�s narrow bush. His prick was gobbled up by Heather.
�Damn. Look at that.� Alex said with his ar

First party

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

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

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DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part12 He tossed the black tanktop to the side and looked at the image of young Cheryl lying back on him in a seductive pose. He lifted her up slightly just so that he could kick her shorts out of the way and let her arms fall back to the sides. He reached up with both hands and gave her small breasts a squeeze. They fit right in the palms of his big hands. He reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor exposing her small but pert breasts. Her nipples were small pink little buttons on quarter sized aureole. Dr. Walters rubbed his fingers across them, waiting for her to respond. They did not harden. …End of the part12. To be continued..

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Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer part3

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“Well, I thought it might be time for a new pair of high heels, what do
you think” Linda teased, stretching her leg out and twisting and turning it,
showing off her long slim leg to great advantage.

“Um, well, I suppose so. What heel height did you have in mind, and what
size are you?”

“I’m a size seven. And I just love a four or five inch heel, don’t you?
Don’t you think it makes my ass stand out real nice?” And so saying, Linda
quickly stood and turned around, thrusting her firm ass right in the
salesman’s face. He stammered and gulped, rising quickly. Linda checked.
‘Yep, a boner. This one’s gonna be easy…’ she thought to herself.

“Just let me go check the back, see what we have.” he said, blushing.
He turned and walked through a door into the rear stock area. Turning quickly
to make sure Kate had an eye on things, she followed him back there, and shut
the door behind her.

“Hey, lady, you can’t -” his protest was cut short by Linda lifting up
her skirt.

“Like what you see, pretty boy? Well, this pussy belongs to my husband,
and he’s the only man who’ll have it anytime soon, if I have anything to say
about it. But I like your looks. Take out your cock.”

The man simply stared at her. He didn’t know what to do, and not wishing
to waste any time, Linda walked over to him, threw one arm around his neck
and kissed him full and hard on the lips.

“Ok, then I will.” she said. She bent to her knees, and rubbed the
rapidly growing bulge at the front of his pants. “Hey, feels like you’ve got
a nice one here. Let’s let it out to breath a bit.”

She slid the zipper down and fished around inside his underwear, finally
extracting a bona fide boner. It wasn’t especially large or fat, but seemed
adequate. ‘Besides’, Linda thought, ‘it isn’t going anywhere where size means
anything!’ She bent to lick at the head. The salesman groaned.

“Oh god lady, I don’t know what you came here for, but that feels good,
just keep on sucking….”

Linda stopped and looked up at him. “Honey, I want your most expensive
pair of Italian leather high heels, right now and right here. Before I go any
further.” As if to accentuate her point, Linda straightened up and smoothed
her dress back down. The salesman hurried down the aisle, finally finding the
shoes Linda demanded.

“And while you’re there, an nice pair of suede boots, too!” He grabbed
a large box from the shelves. As he walked back, Linda swept her sweater up
over her head, freeing her nicely formed breasts. The man’s eyes bugged out
and his cock twitched.

“Are these shoes waterproof?” Linda demanded.

“Ah, yes, yes, they are, as a matter of fact..” mumbled the salesman,
peering quizzically at one of the tags.

“Good. Now I’m gonna suck you, and you’re gonna love it. But, and this
is a big but, no coming in my mouth. If I taste even the tiniest drop of your
spunk before I tell you to cum, then out you go and you’ll be shooting all
over your pants. Got that?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess so.” Who wants to look a gift blow-job in the
mouth, right?

Linda sat on one of the small stools, and motioned him over. He walked
up to her, and she leaned forward and fed his still-hard cock into her mouth.
Linda prided herself on her cocksucking talents, and it wasn’t long before
she had the man groaning and moaning in pleasure. She stroked his shaft as
she mouthed the tip of his cock, wetting him down with her saliva. All the
time she sucked at him, she keep looking at him, looking for that fateful
sign of the impending orgasm.

While one hand stroked and massaged his balls, the other felt for one
of the leather shoes. Linda kept on sucking the man’s cock, dragging it into
her mouth, rolling her talented tongue around the head, squeezing the shaft
with her lips.

Finally the man started to shudder. “Oh jeesuz I’m gonna cum in a sec”
the man grunted. Linda looked up at him. She whipped his cock out of her
mouth just as she felt the vein begin to pulse, just as he closed his eyes
in ecstasy. Pumping his prick with one hand, with the other she brought the
shoe up. Aiming his cock right into the inside of the shoe, she jerked the
man to an orgasm. SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! right into the soft leather lining
of the shoe, spit his cock’s load. Linda milked him off, every drop of the
large load collecting in the heel of the shoe as she tilted it back. Finally
he was empty.

Linda looked at him. “Bet you never saw a girl do this before.” she said
calmly and quietly. Then staring him right in the face, she tilted the back
of the shoe up to her mouth, and let the entire puddle of semen flow directly
across her lips into her mouth. As the shoe emptied, Linda lifted it above
her face, letting the last few drops drip out and land with a small plop on
her cheeks and chin.

“Ummmm, my favorite. Cum ala Giorgio.” She dropped the shoe back into
the box. “I’ll take them. Don’t bother wrapping them.” He was too astounded
to say anything, but nodded his head. Linda picked up the shoes, the suede
boots, and tossing the sweater back over her head, walked back out into the
front of the store as if nothing had happened. As she walked past one elderly
matron looking at rubber-soled shoes, Linda couldn’t help herself. She slid
one finger along her cheekbone, sliding the small drops of sperm there
together until they made a noticeable shiny trail on her face. The older
woman looked at her and gaped in horror.

Linda grabbed Kate’s arm and they rushed out of the store, dissolving
in a fit of giggles and laughter like school girls.

“Well, what’d you do, tell me, tell me!” gushed Kate. Linda sat her down
at a bench a few yards down the aisle, and opened the shoe box.

“Look.” she pointed in at the large wet stain occupying the back of the
inside of one shoe. “I sucked him, and jerked him off into it. Then I drank
his cum right out of the shoe! You should have seen his face! The poor guy
doesn’t know what hit him even yet! And I got the shoes, and this pair of
boots for my troubles!”

Kate looked at her. “You know, I think I could get to like this game!”

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothin yet!” answered the flushed Linda.

–

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Archive-title: Cum Drinkers, The – 1

Jism Eaters

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Kate and Linda spent a quiet few weeks reliving their recent adventures.
Nothing too exciting happened to either of them, since, in real life, sexual
escapades tend to run in cycles. You have a great couple of weeks, then a
few barren ones. Then things start to perk up again. Kate was looking
forward to the upcoming Halloween holiday, she loved dressing up in sexy
exotic costumes and wandering the neighborhood, watching the children run
shrieking from house to house. She wondered if any of the neighbors
realized that the woman dressed in the micro-skirt, tall stilletto heels and
heavy makeup was their neighbor Kate. She even talked Linda into going out
with her that evening. Kate’s husband was out of town on a business trip for
several days, and Linda’s mate went across town to play poker with some
buddies. Once again, the ladies who loved cum were on their own.

“Lin, I just know you’ll love this – it’s so much fun to walk around the
neighborhood all dressed up and seeing people’s reactions to us. They’ll
never know its us!”

“I hope you’re right, hon, if this gets around Roger’ll kill me!” her
friend responded, only slightly humorously. The ladies spent the afternoon
before Halloween night getting their hair and fingernails done, both of them
luxuriating in the splendor of the salon they went to. Their every need was
catered to as they sipped champagne and strawberries. Linda, on a dare, even
had the young beauty parlor girl trim her pubic hair back, until just a
small patch wove it’s way on top of her mound, and her pussy lips were
completely bared. Linda allowed herself a mini-orgasm as the cute young
girl carefully trimmed and shaved her sexual regions. The girl was not as
embarrassed as Linda might have thought – as she finished, she leaned
forward and gave Linda’s crotch a loving swipe with her tongue, pausing to
diddle her clit just long enough to let Linda know that she was turned on
herself. Linda picked up her head between her hands and kissed her warmly.

The ladies anxiously awaited nightfall. In their part of the country,
the sun set quickly, and the night, though seasonally cool, was not at all
unpleasant. Kate was wearing a very short, tight skirt that rode far up her
thighs, a tiny cotton halter top, and high red heels with stockings. The
tops of the stockings just barely hid beneath the hem of the skirt, and if
Kate bent down or sat, a nice expanse of creamy thigh was exposed, under the
sensous red garter strap. She loved dressing like that. Linda wore short
shorts that seemed painted on her trim buns, and spent several minutes
trimming the crotch up until her panties almost peeked through the seams.
A lacy, almost see-through blouse and a black lace bra completed the outfit.
Linda purposely wore the dark bra under the white blouse, so that interested
viewers could see exactly what she was so proud of. Her legs were bare, but
she also wore heels, though not so high as Kate’s.

Finally, they were ready. Leaving Kate’s house excitedly, they walked
several blocks down one broad avenue, then zigged and zagged their way until
they were far enough from their homes to be safe from really familiar prying
eyes. Then they just tagged along with the kids going from door to door,
taking care to stay far enough away so that the random parent out with his
or her children wouldn’t become suspicious. They loved to see the kids
dressed up in their costumes – there were darling little princesses, fierce
pirates, kung-fu warriors, Ninja turtles, and of course , a surfeit of
Batmans and Dick Tracys. As the night passed, the number of young kids on
the street seemed to dwindle, and Kate noticed that the age of those out
now seemed to have increased to the mid-teens. She saw one young girl who
couldn’t have been more than 15 dressed like the most exotic streetwalker
she had ever seen, complete with spandex pants, stilletto heels and garish
makeup. “How could her mother send her out like that!?” she wondered to
herself. “Oh, well, I guess they’re growing up earlier than ever….”

The women didn’t notice that a small group of boys had seemed to pick
them up, and was following them wherever they turned. They didn’t seem to
be deliberately tailing them, though, so they weren’t too worried. Every
few minutes, Kate or Linda would turn and sneak a quick look back at the
pack of kids, each time seeing the number increase by three or four bodies.
At one point, there seemed to be close to twenty or twenty-five kids
following them, nearly all boys or young men.

“Kate, I don’t know about this, I think we’d better head back. I don’t
like the looks of that gang back their behind us. Whaddaya say we head for
home, eh?” The words were hardly out of her mouth when, with a suddeness
that took their breath away and almost made Kate stumble in her shoes, three
older teenagers appeared on the sidewalk just ahead of them. They were rough
looking, boys about 17 or 18, with jeans and wild looking tee-shirts on. The
three boys spread across the sidewalk, effectively blocking their paths.

“Well, what have we here” sneered one, “looks like a coupla hookers out
for a quick trick or treat!” His buddies laughed and chortled at his wit.
“How’s business, girls, getting any tonight?”

“Hey, we’re just out to have some fun, and we’re NOT hookers!” spoke
Kate sharply, but she was ignored. The three walked slowly towards them,
and Linda turned to see the entire gang that was following them close up.
Within seconds, they were surrounded by almost thirty laughing, leering
teenagers, mostly boys, but Kate notices some rough-looking girls along with
them.

“Hey, babe, nice tits” a voice rang out, causing cheers and giggles.

“What say we head back to our party house and take care of you” spoke
another voice from the shadows. This was greeted with clapping and choruses
of “Oh, yeah, that’s the right thing” and “Let’s give the bitches a
Halloween to remember” and other lewd comments. Kate reddened and clutched
at LInda’s arm for support.

“What are we gonna do!” she whispered to her friend, “These guys look
tough. And there’s nobody else around! What’re we gonna do?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

The Sexiest Cum Drinkers part2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Someone’s in the Kitchen with Katie part2

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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
whispered the erotic words, looking right into his eyes the whole time. Only
she and Linda knew the story was false, but it did give Linda an idea.

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..

A New Beginning part2

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your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you’re going to need a nice, thick
diaper to get thru the nited aren’t you sweetie.”

John smiled then meekly said “Yes mama. I need thick diapers ‘cuz I wet a
lot at niteenites. Thank you mama.” and toddled off to their bedroom.

Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing
16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple
diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk with that much
between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
of bounds” while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she
found in his bag, would make sure of that.

She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins
and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination
would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he’d be sure to wake
up in very wet diapers the next morning.

Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She
gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.

“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”

John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”

“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.

I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.

John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”

John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
…End of the part2. To be continued..

A New Beginning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sara walked into the hotel bar. There were still a lot of delegates milling

around, but at first she didn’t think there was anyone she knew. Oh well, no

drink then, just straight to bed. She was actually leaving the room when she

bumped into Beth, who looked tired, but managed a smile at Sara.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Beth asked. Sara was surprised Beth had even

recognised that Sara was on the bid team. Beth ran the whole show, and Sara

was just a summer intern filling in time before her first year at

university. But then it was typical of Beth to know that kind of detail. She

was an impressive lady, and all the more so because despite her success in

business she seemed, so far as Sara was able to tell, to be a decent person

too. And pretty, and a husband and two kids. At 42 Beth seemed to have it

all. Sara sighed. One day.

“Fine, thanks,” Sara replied. She wasn’t sure what she was meant to say.

“How do you think the presentation went?” asked Beth. Again, Sara was

surprised. Why the hell did Beth care what Sara thought?

“Well I thought it was pretty good, but maybe too many figures and not

enough vision thing.” It was bold to criticise, but what the hell, it was a

summer job, and Beth had asked.

“Ha.” Beth didn’t seem upset. “I thought so too. You’re our summer intern

right?” Sara nodded. “Is it Sara?” Sara really was impressed. “Listen, I

think I’m done here, and I hate this kind of alcoholic gladhanding anyway.

Care to have a nightcap in my suite? You can remind me what it’s like to

have it all ahead.”

***

Walking into Beth’s suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn’t know how excited Sara

was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink

with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any

opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara’s excitement was much baser.

Although Sara’s sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there

was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth’s

grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if

she’d made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the

lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure. How did she find the

time to work out with all her other responsibilities?

They chatted, mainly about Sara’s plans and where the bid was going, sipping

minibar whiskey. Eventually, after a lot longer than Sara would ever have

imagined, Beth said she had to get to bed. “My back kills me,” she said, as

if explanation were needed. “I had a car smash two years ago and it always

gets me late at night. Tends to mean I don’t sleep too well, which is a

pain.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone She’d known John had been going part3

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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.

As she studied this particular group she learned many of them had deep
seated ties back to their baby or infant years and longed for the
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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It was the late in the summer of 19– when I first became acquainted with Steven.

Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration

which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the

hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who

could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive

artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven

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never even realize we had been there.

One bottle from Steven’s extensive cellars led to another, and we spoke that day

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great joy for both of us, I like to think, because Steven and I shared a sense of

focus which meant every working hour of those two months had been devoted solely

to the task at hand. I’m almost ashamed of the single-minded intensity that I

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Yet with Steven, for once, it had been different. He was every bit as

concentrated as I had ever been. With a grin, I might even admit that he could

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of a man who not only appreciated my tendencies, but challenged me to demand more

of myself? As neglected as our subtle monument would be, I took great pride in

knowing that Steven understood. We raised another toast, and again, until the

sun slipped orange beyond the dark wooded acres of Steven’s estate.

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subject I had really never paid any mind. I understood the vagaries of copyright

in the abstract, and had done the cursory rounds through several great galleries

during my travels, but before that summer, art remained a decorative item for me.

In fact, the work we did with the Foundation did much to increase my exposure

and augment my vocabulary, but Steven provided the catalyst which turned on the

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Champagne had led to Chablis which led to a Chardonnay “we simply have to share”,

to a special unlabelled bottle from a tiny Swiss monastery to a very old bottle

of Scotch and the tenth hour of our celebration had warmed my spirits into a

pleasant sense of incautious confidence.

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panties and risen from out of the closet and now hung on the bedroom wall
with the caption, “Are you woman enough???”
One night I came home to find Tammi standing in the doorway, waiting for
me. She was wearing a slightly tight dress that caressed her now large waist
and hips. She had set a goal to weigh 300 pounds by Labor Day. Because this
was a labor of love. After a large meal she cleared away the dishes. I
followed her into the kitchen. It was then that I noticed the bakery boxes.
Looking in side of them I found three dozen pastries. “What are you going
to do with this?”, I asked her, fully knowing the answer.
“I was thinking of letting you feed them to me in bed tonight.”, she
said with a knowing smile. I put my arms around my growing lover and consented
to stuff her until she popped. We then set up the bedroom as the
site of her
enforced gluttony. She sat down on the bed as I brought in the boxes of
pastries.
“Feed me till I bust, baby”, she said and I tried to follow her wishes.
For the next few hours I stuffed her full of gooey, cream filled, chocolate
covered, and calorie packed junk food. After she had finished the first
dozen eclairs I noticed that her dress was filled to bursting. I asked her
if she might be more comfortable if she removed it. “I’m not going to fit in
to this anymore, so why don’t I not waste the time. It will bust off soon
anyway.” At that I smiled, this woman knew how to keep a man’s interest. And
true to her word after the next few pastries the seams on her dress gave way
with a noisy rip.
Tammi removed the tatters of her ripped dress, and lay down on the bed
her belly was bulging, full of gooey pastries. I continued to feed her, piece
after piece of baked goods went down her lovely throat. After the first dozen
and a half eclairs she slowed down, but I would not let her stop. After two
dozen pastries I had her get up and move around, her belly had taken on the
appearance of a beach ball. Looking down at the size of her distended
stomach she said, “I don’t think that I can finish off the rest, lover. I’m
feel like I’m going to burst now. I’m really stuffed!”
I caressed her bloated belly, “Nonsense, sweetheart, I have just the
thing for that.” I lead her back to the bed and helped her to get as
comfortable as possible with her gorged condition. Then I went to the dresser
and removed some cloth belts that were there. I then tied her hands to the
bedframe. And I continued to stuff this great bloated babe. There were only
four pastries left when she begged me to stop. Her belly was stretched drum
tight over her overstuffed stomach. I found some lotion and massaged it into
her skin. “Only four more. You can do it, just think 300 pounds is just
around the corner. I’ll help you, open wide.”
She opened up and within five minutes the whole three dozen pastries
with inside of her. I untied her so she could move around to help her
digestion. She lay there bloated beyond her wildest dreams. I asked her how
she felt. “Like a beached whale.”, she replied. “No make that a beached
whale that is extremely horny.” She tried to sit up, but the shear size of
her engorged belly prevented it. I helped her sit up, to do so she had to
spread her legs and let most of her paunch hang over the side of the bed.
She ran her hands over her belly, with the remains of the lotion and the
extreme distention it glistened like polished marble. “Come over here,” she
asked. “I want some dessert.”
As I walked over to her I heard her labored breathing, the size of her
stomach was making it hard for her to breathe. Besides if she was only half
as horny as I was she would be breathing a little heavy herself. She reached
out with her chubby right hand and unzipped my pants. My erection leaped out
immediately. “My, my, I must do something about this.” She then began to
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hand grasping my penis at the base, preventing my release. After the spasm
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going mad with desire. My balls were going to explode if I didn’t get to cum
soon. Then she took me in her mouth and I exploded in one of the most
exquisite ejaculations I had ever had. It seemed to never stop, and she
guzzled every drop of it. Later that evening we made love over and over,
due to the distention of her belly we had to do it “doggie” style.
In late fall Tammi had reached 320 pounds. Her body was becoming round.
One night she asked if she could invite a few friends over. I said
“Of course.” I wondered who she was going to have over, since she started
to really gain weight she had divorced herself from all of her skinny friends.
I asked her and she said that a few of the girls in the complex and her had
been meeting for coffee and cakes in the day. As the girls arrived I found I
was glad that Tammi had met such friends. The smallest was 5′4″ tall and
weighed 220 pound while the largest was a 5′3″ blimp that weighed 396 pounds.
Tammi had arranged for these girls to have apartments in the complex. What
happened that night could only be called a food orgy. The four of them tried
to demolish 25 extra large pizzas, after four hours and several ripped seams
later the pizzas had won. I looked out over a field of bloated bellies and
gorged mommas.
After Christmas Tammi’s weight started to affect her life style. She
had become so large that her sides brushed doorways. She couldn’t walk very
far, so she hired a very chubby high school girl to come in during the day
and clean the house. I kept asking Tammi to weigh herself, you see after she
had gone past 300 pounds most bathroom scale couldn’t weigh her. On
Valentine’s Day she allowed me to squeeze her into the back of my BMW 325i
and drive her to a commercial scale. The attendant was bug-eyed when I told
him that I wanted Tammi weighed. And he was almost beside himself when the
scale rested on 426 pounds!
Tammi was stunned when she heard the figure. She wrapped her massive
arms around me and gave me a great big wet kiss. No sooner than we had left
the scales she leaned forward and said, “Baby, I’m starved can we drive
through a fast food joint??”
On her birthday in March I bought her a heavy duty scale that went to
600 pounds. By now Tammi was buying cloth in bolts and making several muu
muus from them. She also made a huge robe for herself that fell to mid-thigh.
On night not too long after her birthday I came home to find the hefty
“maid” just leaving. I enjoyed watching her waddle down the hall, she had
gained around fourty pounds working for Tammi. Tammi met me in the hall
wearing her robe. She opened it up to reveal the fact that she was finally
fitting into my old lover’s panties. In fact they were too tight on her, and
as she sat down they ripped open.
Sex had become incredible, I loved to make love to each and every inch
of her bloated form. Exploring each and every fold and crease was heaven.
When Tammi orgasimed it was like riding a tidal wave.
By the end of the year her immense form had become too much for our old
bed. At that time we moved to a first floor apartment. Tammi had long out
grown the 600 pound capacity scale and now rarely moved. Most of he time she
lay on our specially made water-bed and ate. By early February she had
become so large that she couldn’t get out of bed by herself. I can see her
lying there. Her sides are hanging over the sides of the bed. Her legs are
a mass of rolls of flesh, the amount of muscle to move her buried under roll
after roll of flab. Her stomach stretches and flows over most of her thighs.
Her arms are now larger than 260 pound Martha, the maid’s, hips. Her face is
supported by huge jowls and a stack of extra chins. Two bean-bag chair sized
boobs flow on either side of her enormous belly. She smiles as I enter the
room, and asks “What did you bring me to eat I’m starved.

–

Fetish shoplft2 txt

Administrator — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 09:36:01 +0000

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

About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressing
stool, Lisa’s father George came into her room, she had been
waiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier.
She had recieved the same response to her story that Jennifer
had, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk
her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going to
remember not to steal again, much less on something as foolish
as a dare.
George was of English decent, and he was a firm believer
in the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of the
time the paddle kept in Lisa’s room was quite enough to keep
her in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually was
more than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but
the cane could do the same in two or three strokes.
As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence.
“My girl, after giving it some thought, I’ve decided that
you have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was
absolutely no excuse for what you did.”
Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her father
continued, “Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and
put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up”.
She didn’t even bother to protest, she knew by now that it
would do no good and only make her dad more angry if that was
possible.
Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed and
put on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers
arrival.
As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her
stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she always
got before being given the cane. She remembered the last time
she was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into a
fireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position.
That was something she had noticed after the last
caning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, the
position she was made to recieve her caning in caused her to
display everything to her father and even though it hurt worse
than any spanking she’d ever gotten, it made her feel a little
randy too even through the pain.
About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard open
and close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up,
and he was definitely bringing the cane!
She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from past
experience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was really
in for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tingling
sensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the firey sting
of bamboo across her naked bum.
George walked in cane in hand, “Well young miss, we both
know why I’m here, so let’s get on with it shall we?”
“Y-Yes sir” she muttered.
“Now, since this was a serious offence, and you could have
ended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off
lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I’m going to
give you a proper hiding young lady, you will recieve 18 cuts
across your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and you
will recieve 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?”.
18 strokes! “My bottom will never take it”, she thought.
“Please daddy, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry”, she pleaded.
“Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next time
it’s going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning.
Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyes
as she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment.
She knew the position well by now. First, two pilows are
placed on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, then
she is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to
grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up
and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowly
she grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms.
Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her fahter slid the pillows
beneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the
past.
Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the
flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom,
and pushed it right up to her shoulders.
Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the
elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulled
them right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view.
“Right, now young miss, you know why you are getting
this caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?”
“Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard”.
“Nonsense, if it isn’t hard you won’t remember your lesson,
and I promise you my girl you’ll not forget this one soon”.
Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across
the center of his young daughter’s shapley bottom, leaving a
bright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one.
Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not going
to take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lesson
would be learned.
SWISSSHHH CRACK!! The pain seared across her unprotected
bottom like fire.
“OHHHH, that’s one!” Lisa gasped.
Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall.
HISSSSSS CRACK!
“OWWWWW, two!”, she yelped.
SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracy
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Fetish sallyhom ff

Administrator — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 10:51:02 +0000

Archive-author: Petronius
Archive-title: Sally’s Homecoming

(f/f, teen, ws)

‘Petronius’

Characters:

Sally 16 Hair: Red
Sandra 13 Hair: Golden-blonde. Sandra is Sally’s niece.

Sally’s Homecoming

Sally arrived home from her trip feeling tired, but more
importantly, randy – it had been a few days since she had engaged
in any form of sexual activity – she had been tempted to pop into
the loo on the train in order to play with herself but had finally
decided against it as it would not be long before she arrived
home. She was wearing a black skirt which reached to just above
her knees and on top she wore a white blouse covered by a light
fawn coloured jumper. This latter was somewhat tight and outlined
her breasts in such a way to make their size obvious, forming as
they did, constrained by her bra, two luscious looking mounds. The
sun shone on Sally’s thick red hair as she rang the door-bell.
Her key was buried somewhere in her bag and in any case she
wanted to see who, if anyone, was at home.

The door was soon answered and it opened to reveal Sandra standing
there. She was dressed in a white shirt and a short blue skirt.
Her beautiful long golden-blonde hair was tied with a blue ribbon
and hung below her shoulders. Sally smiled at her. As always, the
sight of her young niece cheered her up. Sandra returned the
smile, being glad to see Sally.

– Hello. Are you alone. Sally asked as Sandra made room for her to
pass into the house.

– Yes. Everyone else is out. Sandra answered.

As they moved into the kitchen, Sally related the rather
uninteresting events of her journey to Sandra, who wasted no time
in finding and pouring a soft drink for Sally and herself. As her
eyes adjusted to the comparative darkness inside the house, Sally
regarded Sandra’s body as it moved around the kitchen, preparing
the drink. Her eyes seemed to fix automatically on Sandra’s chest
and she quietly admired her young, growing breasts. Sally noted
approvingly that Sandra was not wearing a bra – not of course that
she had any need of one. Her small breasts were perfectly firm. By
now the drinks were ready and Sally drank hers, enjoying the cold
refreshment.

Then once again she resumed her account and as she spoke, she
again could not help looking at Sandra who stood there – this
time it was not just her breasts which were the object of Sally’s
lustful attentions – but also the way her slim hips curved to form
her waist. Sandra saw the movement of Sally’s eyes over her body
and smiled to herself.

Sally finished her drink and then placed the glass down on the
table. Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in
a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence –
mainly through having spent the best part of an hour practising
the movement in front of her bedroom mirror one recent afternoon.
Sally naturally was unable to resist and, as Sandra had intended,
stared at the display. Sandra’s breasts were small, but they were
well shaped being very much the size and shape of small apples.
They were perfect for her slim body.

As Sandra eased from her stretch, her eyes caught those of Sally
as they looked up. Both girls smiled simultaneously – it was
obvious that they were thinking along the same lines. It was just
a matter of who would be the first to break the somewhat thin ice.

For a moment there was silence in the room.

– I feel so horny! Sally exclaimed, breaking the silence, looking
at Sandra straight in the eye.

– That’s strange. So do I. Sandra blushed at her boldness.

Sally leant against the edge of the table with her feet about two
feet apart. Then smiling at Sandra, she pulled up her skirt to
reveal a pair of light blue panties covering her pussy.

– Would you like to lick me? Sally asked. As she spoke she moved
her right hand to touch her slit, hidden as it was by the panties,
and then drew it up and down slowly, running the tips of her
fingers caressingly across her panties in an unmistakeable
invitation.

Sandra looked at Sally and nodded her assent. Then she moved
forwards to kneel between Sally’s legs. Sandra looked placed her
hands on the backs of Sally’s legs and then looked up. Sally
looked down to see the pretty face of her niece – all of a sudden
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Working mensroom txt

Administrator — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:06:01 +0000

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Men’s Room

It was a typical boring Monday morning. The weekend had come and

gone and here I was back at the “old grind”. My in-basket was

piled high with memos and junk mail to sort through. I went down

to the lounge to get my morning coffee and on my way back I

thought I would stop off at the men’s room to milk my python.

I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the

company men’s room but today the dreams were going to be more

real than I could ever imagine.

As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound

coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At

first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend

than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping

my fly and grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my

mind told me that the sound I had heard wasn’t a painful moaning

but a moaning that comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then,

I heard it again. This time it was even more distinct than the

first time. Again it happened. By now I was more curious than a

weasel outside a chicken coop. I just had to investigate.

Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the

end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and

there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I

had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a

mystery but let’s get back to things at hand. She was sitting

there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in

her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet

crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her

encounter that I really didn’t want to make myself known. I

stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Needless to say

my limp snake had heard the call of the wild and was up and ready

for battle. It was about all I could do to hold back from

blasting a hole through that stall door. Maybe it was the sound

of my shoes on the tile floor or maybe my stifled moaning, but

she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside

the stall. I thought she would scream or something terrible like

that and I had visions of the CEO coming in and firing me. But

it didn’t happen anything like that. She slowly leaned forward

and smiled as she open the door and motioned to me to come inside

and service her. Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t deny

her request.

After entering the stall and locking the door, I learned why she

picked that particular place. You see, the handicap stall is so

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Fetish laurlips txt part2

Administrator — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 10:40:01 +0000

or something and tried very hard not to think about sex. But not
thinking about sex didn’t seem to make much if any difference, and the
wetter I began to get the harder it became for me not to think about
sex. I had to begin carrying another pair of panties with me all the
time and was always afraid to wear slacks or jeans. Before long I was
carrying two extra pairs of panties and it finally occured to me to
try the maxi pads. They are doing the job now, but I have begun
having to change them often now as well. I don’t know what I’ll do if
it gets worse than it is now.”
The pan was rapidly being filled by the dripping pussy so
beautifully exposed to us. The aroma of cunt juice was strong in the
small examining room and Donna was beginning to get that glow which
was to me very familiar.
“How often do you have sex, Lauren?”, I asked, matter of factly.
“I’m not dating anyone at the moment, Doctor”, she explained,
“and up until a week or so ago was not masturbating at all. I was
afraid to, frankly, thinking that it would only make matters worse
than they were. Doctor John and Donna convinced me that it would be
alright for me to masturbate and it has been such a relief to me to be
able to that I have been masturbating daily lately and sometimes more
often than that.”
“When you do masturbate, do you think of especially kinky things,
Lauren?”, I asked.
Lauren seemed to accept my questions with no qualms and appeared
to be trying to answer them honestly.
“Well, yes, I suppose so. At least, I suppose most people think
those things are especially kinky.”
“If we are to help you it will be necessary to know more detail
about those fantasies, Lauren. Do you feel comfortable about telling
us more about that, or would you rather talk with Donna or Doctor John
alone about them?”
Donna was changing the pan again and taking a tissue was dabbing
it against Lauren’s wet slit, serving to only slightly delay the plop
plop in the new pan. Lauren’s legs were now covered with goosebumps
from her calves clear to the tops of her thighs.
“I don’t mind telling you about them”, Lauren said, “they are
mainly just fantasies about being with more than one man at times. I
have some fantasies of the D/s type and some with a slight bit of s&m
in them as well.”
Lauren’s clitoris was now obviously extended, its small cock-like
shape sticking out from the hood at the top of her squirting fuck
hole.
“Do you fantasize about being with women as well, Lauren?”, I
asked. Donna looked at me and smiled very broadly.
“No…well….Yes, I do. I do. I know thats awful, isn’t it?
But I do.” She turned her eyes to Donna and then quickly looked away
from her and over to the wall on her right. Donna slid her hand up
higher on Lauren’s leg, her chest now rising and falling with the
passion that she was feeling. Lauren’s hips gave a small jerk.
“Doctor John, have you observed first hand what effect
manipulation of the patients swollen lips and clitoris seems to have
on her release of fluids?”, I asked, trying to sound very
professional.
“That is one of the reasons that I called you in on this one,
Doctor Wade. I have felt that such an examination might prove
fruitful, but wanted another opinion first. I explained that to
Lauren when I told her that you were coming to be with us, and she
understands how it might be helpful.”
“Lauren, it is important that you understand and accept that the
fantasies which you enjoy are very normal and that it is
understandable that you have them. Even the guilt that you seem to
feel with respect to bi-sexual relations is quite normal and is part
of what makes it so exciting for you. As we continue our examination
we will be playing on those fantasies a bit in order to have a clear
picture of your responsiveness. Does explicit sexual talk excite
you?”
“If you mean does it turn me on to be talked dirty to, yes, it
does excite me very much”, she answered quickly. Her hips were moving
regularly now, as if they had a mind of their own.
“Then you will understand when I use those words with you as the
examination continues. Donna, I suspect, has quite a bit of
experience in manipulating juicy pussies, and we will ask her to help
us with the examination. Do you mind if Donna plays with your cunt,
Lauren?”, I asked.
Lauren swallowed hard and her hips moved even more noticably as
she answered. “No, I don’t mind at all…not in the least.”
“Good”, I replied. “Donna, I am going to continue questioning
Lauren, and as I do I would like for you to finger fuck her just as
you would any wet pussy. You may feel free to stroke her clit and to
insert as many fingers inside her as you like. I would only ask that
for the time being you not block our view of her naked slut bottom.”
“Yes, Doctor”, Donna replied and began sliding her hand downward
toward Lauren’s exposed hole. The first contact of Donna’s soft hand
with Lauren’s juice pouring cunt nearly lifted Lauren’s body from the
table as her hips jerked upward uncontrollably. Lauren moaned softly,
her face now flush with excitement.
“None of us has ever seen a cunt like yours, Lauren”, I said,
evenly. “Oh, we’ve seen slut cunts before. We’ve seen slut cunts
that have been pierced and had rings inserted in them. We’ve seen
slut cunts that have been scarred by the insertion of huge objects,
both animate and inanimate. We’ve both been called on at times to
remove huge objects from hot little twats that just had to be fucked
by coke bottles or other such dangerous items. But we’ve never seen
anyone who actually runs with fuck juice as you do.”
Lauren was breathing hard now and Donna was sliding two fingers
freely in and out of Lauren’s pussy, her head laying gently on Donna’s
right leg as she played with the pretty cunt.
“We realize that it is often an inconvenience for you to be so
dripping wet all the time, but we are also aware, as surely you must
be too, that it is also rather handy to have a cunt which is ready to
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Fetish immobile txt

Administrator — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 10:15:01 +0000

Archive-author: Sherri Miller As told to Bruce Powell
Archive-title: Immobility

I woke up and then looked around the room to get myself
oriented. Sunlight streamed through the curtains and lit a strip of
the bed coverings. I reached over and hit the top button on the
strip that was installed on my bed. This button would tell the
kitchen staff that I was awake. I could smell baking cinnamon rolls
and my mouth had begun to water.

I stretch my arms and wiggle my toes, just about all of my
mobility at once. I punch the button that will bring my schedule and
menu for the day up on the computer screen hung over my bed. My
tummy rumbles at the thought of pigs-in-a-blanket and biscuits with
gravy for breakfast. I notice that today I will be taken from bed
to the spa where I will float in my hot tub for three hours before
my massage. I turn off the screen.

As I brush my blonde hair out of my face I notice (not for the
first time) that my upper arms is as big as the pillow that I lean
against. I smile at the fact that even my lower arms are bigger
than most women’s hips. My tummy rumbles again so I begin to run my
fat hands over the rolls and bulges that rise 4 feet off of the bed.

As I lay there waiting for one of the kitchen staff to bring me
my breakfast I think back to how I got here. It was seven years a
go that I met Bob, my husband. I was a senior in college studying
Nursing. I met him at a party and immediately fell hard. It took
three weeks for me to get a date with him. I thought it was because
of my weight. At the time I carried 135 pounds on my 5′1″ frame.
While most people called me chubby, I thought of myself a fat. A
fatso in a thin world. I went on a crash diet while waiting for our
date. Finally, I asked him out. He then told me that he was
waiting for the right time to ask me out, I flipped.

He took me out to an Italian place. I was starving, due to my
dieting. Normally I could resist most foods in public. It was in
private that my insatiable appetite would get me into trouble. I
had been struggling for the last three years to maintain my weight.
As a result I had only put on around 20 pounds in the last four
years. But that night I couldn’t help myself. I ordered Lasanga,
one of my favorites. When the meal came my eyes bugged out over the
size of the portion, it was huge! But after two hours I managed to
finish it. I felt like such a pig! I thought at that moment that
Bob would be revolted and never want to see me again.

Strangely, he drove me around and then parked in the shadows of
my dorm. Dredging up the courage I leaned over and kissed him,
hoping not to be rejected. His response surprised me. I about came
as his tongue probed my mouth. His right hand caressed my
overstuffed belly. Instinctively, I reached out to remove it. But
he move my hand away and continued to stroke by bulging belly. I
found it to be very erotic.

On our next date he took me to a French place. Good food, with
lots of cream sauces and the like. This time he ordered for me.
Again the portion was very large. After dinner he took me to a pie
house not far from the college. I had a double helping of apple pie
ala mode. As he took me back to the dorms I was so stuffed that I
was almost in pain. This time I took him to my room, my roommate
was out of town. We spent the rest of the night making slow
passionate love. I began to figure out that Bob liked me to eat.
And was beginning to see that he liked me fat.

We were married two weeks after graduation. I had put on
another twenty pounds and my mother was telling me how chubby I had
gotten. She told me that 150 pounds was too much to weigh for
somebody as short as I was. Well I didn’t tell her the promise that
I had made to Bob. I promised that as long as we were married I
would never diet and that I would eat everything put in front of me.

Our honeymoon was a constant feast for me. We spent it in San
Francisco. I think we hit every restaurant in the town. I ate so
much that by the end of the two weeks I couldn’t fit into most of my
clothes. But that was only the beginning. We set up housekeeping
in this house and I have never regretted it. I spent most of the
early months getting used to my new routine. I would wake up in the
morning to a huge breakfast left by Bob as he went to work. After
breakfast I would get up shower, and move to the front room. There
I would constantly snack until Bob returned from work around 5:00
PM. Bob would then treat me to a huge dinner and late night
snacking. Needless to say I began to gain at an alarming rate.

By Christmas I was over 200 pounds and still climbing. I was
distressed to see my new figure in the mirror and the one one the
scale. I had been brainwashed by 22 years of “thin thinking”. But
I was also deliriously happy. I loved Bob, and he loved me. With
every pound I put on it seemed that he was more in love with me.
Around our first Christmas it began to dawn on me that I liked being
fat. I love to eat and the added fat did not detract from our
lovemaking. On the contrary, it added to it.

I began to fantasize about enormous meals with me being so fat
that I need help eating. And I did my best to make these dreams
come true. By our first anniversary I weighed just under 300 pounds
and was loving it. I would eat just to gain “a few more pounds”.
In doing so I would force myself to devour that last bite of
cheesecake, or that last spoon of custard. Most nights I would lay
in bed stuffed beyond all reason, eyes glazed over and breathing
heavy due to the pressure in my round tummy. It was then that Bob
would make love to me for hours.

Time passed and I got fatter. Boy, did I get fatter. By our
second anniversary I was over 500 pounds and I was beginning to have
to revise my lifestyle. Stairs were becoming something that I
avoided like the plague. Also, it was becoming harder for me to
spend hours at the stove to continuously feed my gluttonous belly.

It was near our third Christmas that Bob brought home a slightly
chubby redhead. I remember thinking that it was over. I had
finally gotten too fat that that this redhead was his new lover. I
was laying in bed, just after eating three dozen chocolate covered
doughnut and drinking a gallon of chocolate milk. I was so stuffed
that I couldn’t sit up to slap her face. In fact, I was so stuffed
that I could hardly talk. I remember being so hurt and mad that I
almost missed his words.

“Linda, this is my gorgeous wife, Sherri. Sherri, this is
Linda, who is going to help out around here. Her biggest duty is to
keep you full.” The relief flooding over me was almost too much. I
felt like the Queen of the World.

Linda and I soon became very good friends. Every morning she
would wake me up to a mountainous breakfast. After breakfast I
would go for a short swim and then have a snack. By the time Bob
returned from the office I was usually so stuffed that dinner was a
challenge.

But my lifestyle began to rub off on Linda. Soon her clothes
were too tight and then I noticed a second chin forming. By summer
she had become a glutton herself. We would lay around the pool and
gorge ourselves on sweets and other things. By Labor day Bob had to
hire another cook. Linda had reached the 350 pound mark and was
getting to like laying around and gorging herself. In 18 months
Linda gained over 250 pounds and found herself a feeder for her
own. She made a lovely 500 pound bride and the last time I saw her
she was over 700 and becoming too big to move.

About the time that Linda waddled down the aisle I was rapidly
becoming to large to move. or the last few months I was able to get
out of bed only with help. Once on my feet I could walk just about
the length of the house. This exertion would leave me breathless
and exhausted. Unlike, around 550 pounds, when I met the milestone
of having my belly touch the floor while seated, the thought of
immobility scared me. I didn’t like the idea of becoming totally
dependent on others. But on the other hand the thought of being
totally incompasitated by my appetite was a erotic turn on.

I soon found that I had little choice in the matter. Around our
fourth Christmas I slowly became an immobile mountain of flesh. Not
only was I still gaining the fact that my exercise was severely
reduced caused an acceleration in my growth. Soon, Bob had designed
a whole group of special appliances that were designed to help me
get around.

I continued to grow. Bob redesigned the house for me. Extra
large doors, special design bed and a 20 foot is diameter jaccuzi.
I continued to do aqua-robics and tried to maintain my heart in good
condition. I continued to grow.

Just last week Bob’s latest invention allowed me to get
upright. Most of my massive weight was supported by a hoist-like
device. Once on my feet, for the first time in almost two years, I
was amazed at the fact that not only did my belly reach the floor,
it flowed over it for a few feet in front of me. Bob had taped four
36″ tape measures together to measure me, but it was too small.
While he could measure my thighs by reaching under the expanse of my
flowing belly. I was overjoyed to know that they measured over 93″
around each.

I see the door opening and one of the newer kitchen girls
pushing two large carts in. My mouth beings to water at the thought
of her feeding me this portion of my breakfast. Of course, I will
help but my 73″ upper arms makes it almost too hard to do. A
shudder passes through my 3/4 of a ton body. I wonder what the next
few years will bring.

–

Fetish allamfam txt part4

Administrator — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:29:01 +0000

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

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

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

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

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

[....!??] “Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part15 He held her by the hips and eased his cock inside her. He felt magnificent. He let her fall forward so that her body bent fully at the waist. She was nearly folded in half, her arms brushing against the floor. All the while, Dr. Walters kept pounding away at Cheryl from behind. Finally letting out a moan when he came inside her. He lost his grip on her sweaty waist and she crumbled to the floor. He scrambled to her and checked her over, looking for any bruises. She was fine. He saw that her mouth had opened wide during the fall. He could see her back molars. He gave her a deep throated kiss, running his tongue around the roof of her mouth. …End of the part15. To be continued..

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part13

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been caught glancing at other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes on

a roommate or two.

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

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part12

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Lydia lay on her couch watching “Seinfeld” again. Kramer had just entered the

room in a whirlwind of comedy as the phone rang. For a brief second she got

frightened that it might be Charlotte, but she figured it was probably her mother

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Dr. Trent?” asked a quiet feminine voice.

“Yes?” she asked. Her heart beat a mile a minute. Thoughts of how to get out of

her new found friendship with the girl passed through her head, each one seeming

like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in her need.

“I just wanted to thank you again. Am I bothering you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no you’re not bothering me. Are you all right? You sound scared.”

“Well, I just don’t have anybody to talk to about my feelings and stuff.”

“Is there a girl involved? Perhaps, someone you know?” asked Lydia, assuming the

poor girl had a crush on someone.

“Yes, but I don’t think she is interested in me. I can’t really talk about this

on the phone. My roommate is coming back soon. It’s not too late at night for me

to come…I mean, oh nevermind. I am sure you have a lot more important things to

do.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you could come over here and talk about it. That would be

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

“Great! You don’t really mind?” Charlotte asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn’t have any trouble

finding the house. It was starting to get late and she didn’t want Charlotte

wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to her. Against her will,

she started to become anxious like a schoolgirl waiting for a date. She checked

her hair in the mirror and became even more nervous because of the effect

Charlotte was having on her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and Lydia let the desperate looking girl

into her home. Charlotte’s long dark hair hung down over her shoulder and rested

on her petite breasts framing her delicate olive face. She looked young, innocent

and beautiful, yet her eyes told a different story, as they shone brightly with

sexual intent.

Lydia had the girl come in and sit down, then relaxed as they talked about all

the obstacles in the path of lesbians in modern society. The discussion slowly

turned into laughter as they each relayed their horror stories. They both had

…End of the part12. To be continued..

part4

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you served him. Do you understand Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome asked.

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..

part22

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the day but now……….. It was fully erect and poor Anna could not imagine

how such a large thick steel rod would ever fit into her tight little chute. Her

eyes showing fear looked into the dark and forbidding eyes of her master; “Please

be gentle,” was her simple plea.

Jerome lifted himself to the end of the bed and knee walked between the pretty

Lilly white legs. When he made the first contact he gave a stern order, “Spread

yourself wider. If you do it won’t hurt you so much.”

Anna strained and was able to spread her long pretty legs another inch or so.

She could still feel the tightness as a result of her display only moments before

in her kitchen. The muscles were strained but she had to comply………….

Her mind tried to imagine the black cock that was leaking it’s pre cum on her

upper thighs. It felt sticky and she dreaded the first contact.

The white wife did not have to contemplate her fate for long. The purple tip on

the thick black cock made contact with the sensitive pussy folds. Jerome felt

the wife become tense at the first contact. With his fist he gripped the thick

huge black plunger and massaged the tip at the top of the pretty wife’s slit. The

tip of his cock teased her clit and caused the wife to let a soft moan escape her

throat.

“Are you woman enough for a real cock ?” Jerome teased the tense and frightened

wife.

“Please…….be gentle. You are so large I am afraid that you will hurt me,”

the pretty white wife begged.

The fear that Jerome could hear in her soft begging made his thick black cock

harden. He always liked the first time he fucked a white woman. They were

always so tight…. and their fear make them even tighter. “He would be gentle

with this one,” he thought to himself.

There were some white wives that had to be brutally impaled to achieve their

total surrender. However, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Belvoir had already

surrendered……. All Jerome had to do now was to stretch the trembling wife

with the widely spread legs to make her his little plaything. Even though she

was forty years old she still had the essence of a teen age virgin. Tonight

Jerome’s long thick black cock was going to explore much virgin territory.

Jerome had lodged the angry purple head into the entrance of Anna’s sex; he

enjoyed her squirming. Her soft sobs made the black cock harder. Another inch

was given to Anna and she placed her hands on Jerome’s muscular chest. She tried

to push on his chest……… but the thick black cock was shoved into her tight

chamber another inch. “Oh my god.. Please. Please go slow,” Anna continued

begging.

Another inch was forced into the tight chute. It brought another gasp of

pain…… or pleasure ? Her delicate fingers tightend on Jerome’s black

nipples. She squeezed his nipples as the huge cock continued to push her tender

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part15

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she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat.

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

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part12

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squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

As her nipples were being punished by Jerome’s strong fingers she felt the other

set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

…End of the part12. To be continued..