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attract,” she thought. There were no two other people who were SO as different

from one another as she and Mac. His idea of a romantic evening usually was a

brutal verbal battle of wits, followed by a passionate make up session. She never

had to beg anything from anyone before she met him, especially for sex. Never had

she been so willing to be subjugated by a male through her own desire – like she

allowed herself to be with Mac. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but he knew all

the right buttons to push to bring her down to a totally submissive level. For

awhile, she had thought it was just a phase she was going through, but it wasn’t.

He overwhelmed her. He personified the arrogant, self-confident bad boy while she

played the “goody two shoes” role as if they were cast in a cheesy romance novel.

She often pictured herself as the rich catholic schoolgirl, with Mac as the boy

from the other side of the tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to her office.

For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from Lydia’s office next to

hers. Apprehensively, she started to knock on the door, but before her knuckles

could rap on the big heavy door, she heard a conversation between Lydia and

presumably one of her students. It seemed a bit too early in the semester for

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

“I just can’t do it,” sobbed the faceless girl.

“Listen,” said Lydia’s voice. “Sometimes, you just have to find your priorities.

It will all work out.”

“How do you do it? I mean live with the knowledge you’re not like other girls?”

“Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is nothing

abnormal about me. It’s the people who would put me down for being different that

are abnormal. They have the problem and I don’t,” said Lydia, as she thought of

how much a hypocrite she was being. The poor girl needed advice though and damned

if she was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at that

age. “Once you find happiness you should hold onto it,” she thought, as Kate’s

last words echoed in her mind. Their last goodbye kiss had lasted for hours as

they lounged in bed memorizing each other’s body with their lips, tongue and

hands. She couldn’t forget the beautiful image of Kate’s long, raven hair

whipping side to side with each spasm of pleasure that she had given her. There

had been nothing like it in the world for her before and there probably never

would be again.

“You’re right, you know,” the girl said, as she blotted the tears from her face

with a soiled tissue.

The girl noticed the caring in the soft eyes looking at her. It was that

tenderness that led her back to reality. She felt a warmth as she gradually

calmed down to her normal happy self. It was so kind of the doctor to talk to her

and to let her in on her secret. They both shared something very special.

“Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte. And when you do, don’t let it slip

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

other eleven white partners sat looking with amused expressions he finally

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

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

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

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

attorney.

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

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

qualifications before I meet with her in thirty minutes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

contained from time to time very sensitive information about the individuals

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

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

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

file.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

o’nine tales applied liberally……….”

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part2. To be continued..

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

Jerome cruelly twisted Anna’s nipples as his arousal roared to a peek with the

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

…End of the part13. To be continued..

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

left hers own the desk.

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

my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !”

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

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

burning liquid slide down her throat.

“Drink it all,” Jerome ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

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

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

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

hands……

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

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

traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

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

“Please…..make him stop.”

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

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

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

?”

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

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

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

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

…End of the part10. To be continued..

at his eyes, staring right through him and say that The Chief is going out of

town next weekend and that I’ll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next

Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief

that he can pick a night for dinner and I’ll cook him what he wants dressed the

same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that’s fair. J wants

to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn’t

thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I’d go down on him for

desert.

The Chief started laughing again. “Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?”

He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, “That seems more than

fair.” The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me

that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly

amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I’m just looking

for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I’ve done things

in the past that would show him that it’s him I love and am devoted to, even if I

do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is

to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he

will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take

me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I’m here blushing

and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can’t

decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks

me, “Do I just get one dessert?” Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless

he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or

have me come to his house if he wins and I’m off the hook if I win. He cuts the

cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m

a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card

cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average

out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want

to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the

kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed

to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try

double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always

wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and

you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as

late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards

and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of

diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and

the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a

card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J

actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared

straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on

Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”

So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the

chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the

pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.

This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost

both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Although we live in and were both raised in an extremely
conservative environment, we had always shared a strong curiosity
about erotic things, activities and ideas.

On our vacations, away from home, we always bought and read as
many of the sexy and erotic magazines and books as we could find
and we had gone together to the first X rated movie either of us
had ever seen. This got us started thinking and talking about
all the possibilities, from teasing to swapping, and I guess we
discussed and imagined together nearly every type of possibility.
We had reached the point of agreeing that neither of us would
take any underwear with us on vacation, and we had enjoyed B’s
wearing of flimsy tops that showed-off her tits and,
particularly, her rather large and hard nipples. We were also
sure that, on several “accidental” occasions, guys had gotten a
glimpse of her bare pussy.

Our interest seemed to wane for a while until we happened to see
the movie EMMANUELLE about 6 weeks before we went to Hawaii in a
January. The movie had gotten our juices flowing again and when
we arrived in Honolulu and were waiting for a cab, I bought a
stack of erotic magazines, including one that we had not seen
before. After we got to the hotel room and got unpacked, I was
waiting for B to shower and began to look at the magazines. The
copy of the new magazine with personal ads from couples and
singles caught my eye and when I started to read some of the
personal ads, I really got a hard-on. Just looking at the photos
of all the “average” women and couples and reading their ads had
turned me on tremendously. When B came out and saw me lying
there on the bed sporting as big a hard-on as I have ever had,
she immediately wanted to know what had excited me so much. I
told her to read a few of the ads and see what she thought while
I showered. Well, by the time I had showered, there she was on
the bed playing with a very wet pussy while she was reading the
ads.

We were both starving, so we decided to take our wet pussy and
still semi-hard cock off to dinner and come back to finish the
ads later. B dressed in a real see-through dress that hardly hid
anything. All through dinner, we renewed our erotic discussion
and fantasies and we were really enjoying the way our waiter paid
particular attention to B and her nearly exposed tits. Looking
at the highly lighted base of the salad bar, I dared her to go
back and stand in front of one of the lights with her legs spread
apart for a minute. She went right over and stood there like she
couldn’t decide what she wanted while every eye in the room could
literally see the hair on her pussy between her spread legs as
outlined by the bright light. After she returned and I told her
how good she had looked, we could hardly wait to finish and get
back to the room.

We giggled all the way to the room and as soon as we were inside
the door, we quickly got undressed and got on the bed. B grabbed
the magazine and began reading the ads out loud to me. I was
getting so hot that I got up to look out the window and perhaps
cool off; and, as I was standing there, I caught the glimpse of
some movement in the room slightly below us in the hotel across
the way. I always carry small binoculars, so I got them out and
found to my enjoyment that there was a young oriental couple,
totally naked, on the bed, kissing and touching each other.
Before long, they engaged in 69 and I called B over to look. By
now, I was so horny I could hardly stand it so I slipped my cock
into B’s wet and hot pussy from behind as she bent over to look
through the binoculars. We had our first of many orgasms then
and several more through the night as we watched the couple suck
and fuck, and also as we read and looked at the rest of the
personal ads and sucked and played with each other.

The next day on the beach, we could hardly talk about anything
else and after a few drinks through the afternoon, we were ready
to go back to the room and freshen-up. Unlike her usual closing
of the drapes, B stood right in front of the window and took off
her suit and stretched and posed. She asked me to come by the
side of the window and look with the binoculars to see if anyone
was watching her. I could see one couple and two older men who
could see her. One of the men went in and came out with his own
glasses and I could see him playing with himself as he watched
her. The couple and the other man just stared. I got really
horny so I took off my suit and came up behind her and grabbed
her tits and pulled her over to the bed and we fucked like crazy,
thinking that the people could see us. (Later, we determined
that those people probably could not actually see that far into
the room from where they were).

We were hungry again, so we went down to another place…no
bright lights though …to have a few drinks and eat. We talked
about the erotic fun we were having and how we hoped that we
could watch the same couple or perhaps even others either naked
or having sex later that night. B admitted that she had really
been turned on by the fact that others might be able to see her
naked and promised me then to never close the drapes in our hotel
or motel again. She has kept that promise, although when we are
in a motel where people can walk right by the window, we can only
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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what he felt sure he saw. Slowly a grin crept over his crinkled face.

“Shit, lady, you got cum on your mouth! Whatthefuck..”

At his words, the other three men quickly gathered around the two.

“Goddam, look at that – she does, she’s got some jizzum right on her
chin. ”

“Motherfuck I know what she wants now, man, a good fucking from me!”

“Shit, horseface, you go watch the door, don’t let none o’them fucking
waitresses in here to fuck this up!” said one of the men excitedly, punching
the previous speaker jokingly on the arm.

The old black man spoke. “Just what is it you want, lady? We don’t need
to funny stuff back here now…”

Kate answered him coolly. “Don’t worry, Pops. First off, no fucking.
No way am I gonna get down on this floor and let you guys fuck with my
snatch. But -”, and she looked around cautiously, “I’ll give you guys the
experience of a lifetime, if you cooperate. But ya gotta play by my rules,
or the games off, hear me?”

The guys looked at each other. They all nodded or agreed to go along
with her as-yet unvoiced plan.

“Ok. All I want is your cum. Whatever you got stored up in those nice
balls of yours, I want. I’ll show you my titties if you want, or talk dirty,
or whatever. But I don’t remove any other clothes, and I don’t fuck. Got
that?” They all agreed. She continued. “I’ll suck you if I have to, but I’d
rather you jerked off. I want you to cum in my cup here. Not on my tits, not
on my face, not in the goddam soup, but here in my coffee. Ok?” Again,
stunned but eager agreement. “Now heres what I want – you all gather around
me up close like this…”

Kate gathered the men in a tight circle around her. She dropped to a
squatting position, careful not to drop her knees to the grimy floor. She
pulled her blouse up over her head and asked one of the men to put it
someplace where it wouldn’t get dirty. The men gazed in admiration at her
creamy white breasts and hard nipples. Kate ordered them to unzip and take
out their cocks, and start playing with them. She watched shyly as four
pricks soon felt the warm kitchen air. She was a bit suprised to see the
cock on the young black man was rather small, not at all what she expected.
It hardened under his fist to no more than four or five inches fully
extended. One white cock seemed nicely shaped, and came with a large set of
(hopefully, Kate thought) cum-filled balls. The other white cock was a bit
larger, perhaps seven to eight inches in length and two inches thick. Very
nice, thought Kate. But when she glanced to her right fully, and saw the cock
on the old black man, she had to fight back a gasp. The old man had a cock
easily ten inches long, and it wasn’t even hard yet. Kate couldn’t resist
reaching out and grasping it firmly in one slim white hand. She shucked the
skin back and forth on the shaft, pulling more and more blood into it,
feeling it harden in her fingers to a steel-like shaft.

“WOW! This is some dogbone you got here, man, where’you been all my
life!” she joked. “I hope this thing works as good as it looks!”

“Don’t you worry, lady, I still got plenty of jizzum for you. Why don’t
you just lick the tip a bit and see.” Kate looked up at him, and then
nodded, letter her face fall to the level of this super-cock. It was almost
fully hardened now, and seemed as long and thick as her arm. She extended
just the tip of her dainty pink tongue and laved the shiny plum-colored head
of the man’s penis. As she did, she pulled up on the skin, and was gratified
to feel a small lump of pre-cum come floating up the vein and pop out of the
slit at the end. She gathered it up, and fed it back into her mouth. “Hmmm.
Kinda nutty, but nice!” she smiled up at the old guy. She wanted to save this
one for last!

Swerving to her left, she saw a zebra of cock, white, black then white.
They were all being fully fisted by their owners. Kate leaned forwards and
kissed each one in turn, tasting the differing tang and textures of the
precum on each tip. She sat back on her heels, taking in the situation.
Squatting on a grimy floor in the kitchen of a restaurant right in the middle
of the busiest mall in the city, her chest fully exposed, and four erect
cocks being masturbated directly at her face. This was beyond her wildest
fantasies! The youngest one was rapidly pumping away at his cock, breathing
hard and grunting.

“Man I’m gonna cum right now, this is hot, lady get that cup over here!”
Kate hurredly moved the cup to hold it about three inches in front of his
pulsating cock. He pointed it down and quickly blasted five strong streams
of young black cum right into the center of the cup, splashing the liquid
around crazily. As he finshed pulling the last dregs of his load out and
dripping them into the cup, Kate leaned forward on impulse and popped the tip
of his shaft in her mouth, feeling the last jet pulse across her tongue. She
noisily slurped the cock shaft into her mouth then pulled back, letting it
fall from between her lips with a wet smack.

“That’s for being such a good shot, and not sperming all over a helpless
lady’s pretty face, my boy.” she grinned up at him. He blushed and stuffed
his cock back into his trousers, obviously not exactly at ease in this
situation. As Kate shifted her weight, one of the other men began to grunt
and groan. Just as she turned her head to check the status, his cock jumped
and a gout of semen flew out. Kate ducked her head quickly to the side,
almost hearing the white bullet whiz past her hair. She yelled “NO!
DOWN,DOWN!” and quickly, but without spilling any, moved the cup to the front
of his pants. He pushed his shaft downward and away from him. Another jet
leapt out, this time impacting solidly on Kate’s left tit, splashing into
tiny drops and drooling down the curve of her bosom. ‘FUCK!’ she thought,
‘he’s blowing all over me!’ Kate reached out and grabbed the cock from its’
owner, pulling on it and pointing the head directly into her coffee cup. She
milked three good shots of semen out of him, it joined the two loads already
swimming about in the caffeine. The man wheezed and grunted with pleasure,
falling away.

“Ohfuck lady you’d better get over here..” she heard the third man
groan, and turned to see a blur with a cock in the middle. The man
masturbated so fast that Kate thought he would injure himself, but he kept
the shaft of his penis in one spot, the head seemed not to even move about.
Kate moved the cup so that the lip of it rested right under the tip of the
man’s cock. She looked up at him.

“That’s right, honey, blow that jizz right in there, I like your cum,
I want your cum, I want to taste it and mix it with the others, just keep on
jerking…maybe tomorrow I’ll come by again and you can spray your nasty cum
all over my face and lips, would you like that, big boy, wouldn’t you like
to cum on a married woman’s face and let her go home to her husband and kiss
him, knowing that your cum was still drying on her face, wouldn’t you like
that..” she rapidly encouraged the man. Her words had the desired effect.
Suddenly the tip of his cock turned dark red and a long, thick stream of warm
semen spilled out, disappearing into the cup in her hands. Again, a jet of
cum flew out, then another and another. Kate counted an astonished seven jets
of cum before the man exhausted himself into her drink.

She turned to the old black man. “Ok, now it’s your turn, my friend.”

A few minutes later a smug Kate stole out of the kitchen, bearing her
prize before her carefully. She made her way back to the table where Linda
was finishing up her salad. She looked up as her girlfriend returned.

“And just where have you been, you naughty girl?” Linda laughed. She
looked at Kate. Kates cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes seemed
sparkly. Her lips were tightly compressed, and Kate didn’t say a word. She
set the cup down in front of Linda. Linda looked in, and saw what appeared
to be coffee-flavored semen, rather than the other way around.

“All right, you did it! How many did you get?” Kate leaned over and
picked up a napkin and rapidly penciled some words on it, then twisted it for
Linda to read.

“3 + 1 in here – look up”

Linda read the words and looked up at Kate’s face. Kate slowly opened
her lips as she sat down. Linda saw the line of white almost immediately. As
Kate’s lips opened further, Linda was astonished to see the entire lower part
of her mouth was flooded with semen. It covered her teeth and tongue almost
completely. Linda even saw streaks of it on the roof of Kate’s mouth and
farther back in her throat. Kate opened her mouth as wide as she could so
that Linda could peer into it like a dentist. Kate swished her tongue around
in the sperm, spreading it around like a milky paste. Satisfied that Linda
had seen enough, she closed her mouth and swallowed roughly. Two times. Then
she licked her lips with her tongue, pulling in any stray droplets. Finally
she cleared her throat enough to speak.

“Five loads in less than 15 minutes. Not bad for a beginner, eh?”

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Archive-name: Fetish/cd2.txt
Archive-author: Jazzbo Brown
Archive-title: Cum Drinkers, The – 2

Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin’
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin’
A story ’bout Suzy-Q”Queen. Of. Hearts. Come on, come ah-ahn,
oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in blue denimdenim boys. yummy., their lashes a blazin’oh
my!
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *asterisk
These are a few of my favorite things

When the clapapplause hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad

* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the
new Russian democracy!Nay!

After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t
much resistance (none, maybe?ya think?) when I knelt down in
front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed
centurieshundreds of years, I immediately began to savor the
table ofcontents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his
penis, in a voice!! tempered with both extesyouch! and panic, he
murmured,
“Jesus, ClarissaHarlowe!, we can’t do this here.But
Lovelace…”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both
of us heard a shakennot stirred Herman pounding his pudfists on
a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began
laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence
himYes, I shot him.. Retaking appendage in moutheek I began to
suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a braHoo-er!. In fact,
since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all
underwearI dress like this at all joint sessions of congress,
state dinners, and public executions. Taking this as his cueI
broke, sank the eight ball, and blew that popsicle stand, with a
quick switch of positions we found ourselvesfacing away from each
other, preparing to duel on his large Steelcase desk. He began by
running his tongue along the curve of my small but well
malformed breast, and down my amplebelly. Bearing right at 68
degreesmy navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my
short and curliesOh how precious! I want to bite and kiss you..
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clitAxl
Rose. He had one hand twiddling!! I don’t know you silly boy,
I’ve never twiddled my clit between tongue lapses, while his
tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and outdart-like,
tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very
sensitive area between cunt and anusI like to call it North
Jersey, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle toothbrush but
that is the stuff of urban legends. Ooh, it was a Reach. The
Bigchill that shot up my spine caused me to gaspand retch,
sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue
finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shakingthe Earth
was quaking my mind was aching, and we were making it. them mean
old eyes…knocking me out with those American trout.!
I could have continued with this game for a long, long time,
but as if out of no where a condom appearedoh thank you thank you
my fairy condom godmother!. My heart, already pounding double
time, started doing little flipswreaking havoc with my artificial
mitral valve. My clitty, so recently being ministered to by
tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
comingAfter three pounds she popped.. I took the packet from him
and ripped it opennearly destroying the condom in the process..
Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I
gently grasped his member [I just HAD to]we understand in one
hand and unrolled the sheath with my otherif it hurt as I
unravelled the skin from his penis he never let on. And they say
chivalry is dead. Piffle, I say.. I realized that the wrapper was
still in my hand20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder
ring. As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on
my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot
pussyat first this was disconcerting since Alex was standing right
in front of me…. I knew what was comingsoon…we’d PADIDDLE!,
and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious
(but not hardened) target??!! I thought you were sitting on the
edge of the desk??!! So *what* target? *MY SPINE*!!. Help wasn’t
needed however, and before my hand found its target, his
smartmissile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he
started his long, long journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up
with…SEMPRINI??!. Then his hand came around me and started to
caress my clitman in the rowboat. ick.. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzysub-par Hitchcock,
but not without its good points, like when the camera backs away
from the woman’s apartment and down the stairs . With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over againcool
beans.. As if upon mutual pre-nuptialagreement, a soft languid
cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had
been listeningit sounded something like, “*BARANGUS!*”.
Serendipitiouslyluckily, a loud waila great white one from
HermanMelville was produced on the opposite side of the wallhow
fortuitous!.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn’t very interestingI believe you.
Honest.

RICHH

credits to RDC for that whole Alex Trebeck ruling the world thing

Section One – The Early Years
Chapter I – Baby Bimbo

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

Chapter II – Toddler Tramp

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

–

“Here, let me rub that jizzum into your skin. My boyfriend really gets
off on cumming in my face, and I think it helps keep my complexion clear.
Certainly a lot more fun than rubbing with an OXY-10 pad, isn’t it?” The two
sexy wives continued to kneel, naked, their hands tied behind their backs,
breasts thrust out, being kneaded and twisted by the rough hands that came
with each teen. After the girl finished massaging what little sperm still
stuck to her face, Kate was forced to lick the girl to orgasm, which she did
willingly. Meanwhile, Linda was, if anything, even more heavily plastered
with sexual juices. No less than nine boys unloaded their first orgasms of
the night into her face and mouth and tits. At one point, two boys at once
decided to spray her, each jerking and pulling on their cocks until they
erupted almost simultaneously. The streams of white sperm flew from their
cocks, splattering loudly on Linda’s cheeks and nose, streaming down over
her chin and dripping to her breasts. Through it all, she kept her face
proudly up.

“C’mon, you fuckers, spray that cum on me, go ahead, I love it, give me
your cum. I want it on my face, in mouth, in my hair. Do it to me, drench
me in your jizz, go ahead….” she cajoled them, letting them know that they
weren’t doing it just for their own pleasure. The sights and sounds of the
mature married woman egging them on seemed to excite them even further.
Before seconds had passed, Linda’s face was thoroughly drenched in
balljuice, it dripped from her nose and coated her lips like white lipstick.
She got as much into her mouth as she could, swallowing loudly and gulping
the thick, viscous fluid into her belly. She seemed insatiable.

On and on the dance continued. Finally, there was only the last boy in
line. 24 boys and 7 women had passed by each wife, some just for a brief
minute, others long enough to enjoy a good sucking or licking, others long
enough to blast sexual juices onto the waiting ladies. By the time Long John
stepped up, Kate’s face was an almost unrecognizable mask of sperm and
juice. Her hair was absolutely covered with webbed white streaks. Her
breasts seemed to be leaking white mother’s milk, only this milk came from
cocks. Sperm dotted her shoulders and thighs. She had swallowed a good bit
of the juice herself, and her lips were covered. Her one eye had dried shut
from the load one lad deposited there. Linda was a match – her face
streamed cum. It seemed that the boys, knowing she wanted it, made special
efforts to drape her lovely features with as much semen as they could. Not
nearly so much was matted in her hair or off her head. It was though someone
had spray painted thin white lines up and down her face. She was literally
covered in sperm from ear to ear. Her tongue stretched out to lick as much
as she could from her face, but still left much more there for the gang’s
enjoyment.

The boy who called himself ‘Long John’ finally stepped up to Kate. “So,
you sluts like cum, eh? Well, I think we can accomdate you tonight. You look
so fucking sexy there, naked, kneeling, with that fucking jizz all over your
faces. But we’re just getting started, right gang?” The other kids yelled
and cheered in agreement. “Now, let’s just see how good you REALLY are at
sucking cock. I ain’t found a bitch yet that could get me all the way down.”
As he finished, he dropped his pants to his ankles. Kate and Linda gasped
in unison. They were looking at the longest cock they had ever seen. Even
semi-hard, it seemed at least 10 or 12 inches long. It reached almost to his
knees. It was thin and pale, but very very long. “Now you know why they call
me Long John, eh?” he laughed as he pumped blood into his cock. Slowly it
stiffened. It was so long that it couldn’t defy gravity and point more than
halfway into the air. It remained parallel to the floor, fully hard. “This
fucker’s 13 and a half goddam inches long, you bitches, and both of you are
gonna get it in every hole you got before tonight’s over, and maybe I’ll
even drill a coupl’a new holes in you, hawhaw” he giggled fiendishly. “Now
just open up real wide, slutface, and I’ll slip it down nice and easy..” he
ordered Kate.

Kate knew in her heart that she could never get the boy’s cock more than
six or seven inches into her throat, it just wasn’t possible. He’d choke her
to death with it! John grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and held
his cock about halfway down the shaft with the other. Kate looked up at him
with terrified eyes. He slipped the head into her mouth, over her lips. The
cock being so slim, it really wasn’t hard to accept it into her mouth. But
the boy kept on sliding forward with it. Kate felt it slip over her tongue
and begin to bend down her throat. She constricted involuntarily,
momentarily closing off the passage. The boy stopped. “Aw, c’mon lady, you
ain’t even trying. Take a breath and let’s keep on swallowing.” Kate found
she could even open her jaws wide enough to breath around the shaft in her
mouth. “You got about six inches in now, that ain’t bad for a beginner. But
you’re only halfway home…” Kate swallowed and the motion of her throat
muscles pulled the head of the cock down, over the back of her tongue and
past her tonsils. She tilted her head up like a baby bird, making the
passage as straight as possible. Another inch slid by her lips, then
another. John groaned at the sensation of feeling his sensitive glans slide
down the woman’s esophagus. The head popped into her throat, pointing almost
straight down into her belly. Still, he pulled her head towards his groin.
He removed his hand from the shaft of his cock as another inch slipped into
Kate’s throat. She felt a terrible pressure in her neck, as the unnatural
object stretched her tissues and muscles. She had once swallowed a hard-
boiled egg whole on a dare as a teen, and this felt just as bad. On and one
the cock slid down her gullet. Her eyes watered. Her breath caught in her
lungs. She snorted air through her nose, her nostrils flaring like a
Kentucky Derby winner.

“Three inches to go, man, just three more inches. I can’t believe you
got ten in there already, babe, you must be a fuckin’ sword swallower or
something.” John panted. Kate felt his cock pulse with excitement. The knot
in her neck grew noticably. “Oh fuck, hold on, hold on, you’re gonna make
me shoot, I gotta pull it out…” John slid his cock back up the way it had
just gone, the shaft emerging from Kate’s lips slick with spit and drool.
Inch after hard-won inch re-emerged into the cool air. Kate gulped air
herself as the cock head popped back out of her throat. She gagged as it
triggered her reflex going by. The head slid back over her tongue and out.
Once back into the air, the boy’s cock shone, red and wet from the friction
of her mouth and throat. A large dollop of pre-cum bulged from the tip, and
he dripped it off onto Kate’s lower lip.

“There, babe, have a taste of a real man. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll
give you sommore later” he guffawed. Kate could only gasp and choke in pain
and, somehow, disappointment. She knew she should feel humiliated at the
treatment she and Linda were getting, but a part of her that she didn’t know
existed had somehow come to the surface, and she wasn’t sure what it meant.
She LIKED being held captive by this gang of kids. She LIKED being forced
to suck cocks and pussies for hours on end. She LIKED getting her face
drenched with the ejaculations of the boys and drippings of the girls. And
she LIKED the feeling of that long, slim shaft sliding down her gullet. She
forgot all pretense of sophisticated womanhood, forgot her husband and their
home and their life, all she wanted was to be a slut, a fuckbag, a whore,
to give in to the thrills of sexual release. She existed only as a pussy to
fuck, a cunt to take hard cocks and wring the jizzum from. She existed only
as an asshole to shove a cock into, wiggling and moaning. She existed only
as a mouth to suck on hard penises and wet cunts. She wanted sex and she
wanted it now. She had turned into an animal. Sex had taken control of her
entire body. She wanted to get FUCKED AND FUCKED HARD AND FUCKED LONG..

“OH GOD FUCK ME PLEASE, STICK THAT COCK UP MY PUSSY, CUM IN ME, I WANT
THAT FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS, DOWN MY THROAT, UP MY CUNT. I’M A SLUT WHORE
BITCH COCKSUCKER FUCKBAG, CUM IN MY MOUTH CUM ON MY TITS CUM UP MY ASS, I
WANT HARD COCKS NOW COVER ME WITH CUM I’LL DRINK IT ALL PLEASE PLEASE I’LL
LICK IT FROM YOUR PUSSIES I’LL SUCK IT FROM YOUR COCKS PLEASE I NEED CUM AND
COCK AND FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK…….” Her voice trailed off.

“That’s what I like to hear. Next!” John said, and walked over to Linda.

“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..

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..

“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.

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..

He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation
and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d
never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman at that, from her
voice.

Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during John’s “session”
whatever that was all about, and talk with her about helping John with his
problems.

Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their conversation
or next week’s visit, which had seemed strange, but then she didn’t want
John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to worry about, but she
felt Ann could really help John with his problems and help him on the road
to recovery. She’d said she’d seen this in lots of young executives who
were under terrible strain to produce as they moved up in their careers.

John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and had just taken
over this position from his predecessor about a year ago. It was just about
6 months ago that John had started getting these headaches and stomach
aches that had sent him to the Centre’s clinic.

About that time he’d come home and told Ann that he thought there was some
“funny business” going on with the way the clinic was run, but that he
needed more evidence before he told her more.

He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of government work
the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if there was something
going on that wasn’t right. He’d occasionally tell her things about some of
the research the clinic did, but since much of it was ‘hush hush’ he
couldn’t tell much except it involved some high tech “brainwashing” and
“mind control” stuff.

Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology, or CAP as it
was called by the employees, did was just normal psychology research with
rats, and such or studying which colors had what affect on people, and
relaxation methods and techniques for stressed out executives or high
ranking government people.

It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress, so CAP ran
its own private health clinic with a full range of services from general
medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.

John had gone to the clinic about 3 months ago and lately it seemed to have
helped. His stomach aches were far less freguent and his headaches seemed
to go away when he closed his eyes and just let himself relax. He seemed to
hum some silly mantra or something, kind of like a familiar lullabye, but
it seemed to help and he was in a much better mood, except when Ann brought
up the subject of starting a family.

With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time, and she badly
wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised at how few of the
women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic had children, but they
seemed to poo-poo it by saying “We have our pets, and careers, and besides
these silly men are just like children anyway.”

Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them worked in
the special daycare where workers and local townspeople received excellent
daycare and nursery care for their pre-schoolers, but Ann so far hadn’t
been interested in a “career”, especially with other people’s children and
babies.

the Visit and the Secret Revealed

The week had gone uneventfully, and John seemed much better. He’d been
sleeping so soundly, he’d wet his bed twice that week, but Ann didn’t have
the heart to scold him or make fun of him. He seemed embarrassed enough
when he woke up and had to change his bed and PJs.

He’d been listening to some tape or something the doctor had given him, but
all Ann could hear was music and nature sounds. It seemed very relaxing and
soothing, but Ann didn’t have time for that nonsense.

Finally, Friday afternoon at 4:25 Ann sat waiting for Dr. Whetmore, when
Dr. Rotman came out and invited her into his office to “talk” before they
went in to see John and his associate.

While they talked, Dr. Rotman explained that much of John’s problems were
due to the stress of his job, and this silly “investigation” he’d started,
and finally decided to drop. His pressure and the strain were making him a
little paranoid, seeing “bogey men everywhere” as Dr. Rotman explained it.

While the doctor was talking he kept playing with a small shiny ball on a
thin metal chain, kind of like a pendulum, and Ann was fascinated by it as
it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with a gentle,
steady rythm, and the soft click, click as it hit the other ball. She found
it hard to concentrate on what the doctor said at first, but then it seemed
so much easier, as she relaxed and just listened to him while she watched
the ball.

Finally, the doctor said “Let’s go see Dr. Whetmore and John, Ann so we can
find how to help John with is problems.”

Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor’s arm as they walked slowly
to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept talking slowly and
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

apparently shocked at the invasion although she must have anticipated

something similar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she had to obtain her own release fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tasted it too. Really nasty.”

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

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

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

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

the hell I’m about to do. Cool.

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

me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were exquisite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But first I have to go to the bathroom…”

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.

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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..

At the very next moment she was gone, and it took her a split second to
orientate again. She knew that the hill she’d been in a second ago was now
dark again, illuminated only by stars above. Storm dropped like a cat a few
feet on a cold, slippery floor and she realized that she was in someone’s
bathroom. There were no sounds audible for her keen ears at first, but then
she heard footsteps closing in. She quickly decided that she’d better find
out where and with whom she was before she’d reveal herself, and she decided
to hide behind the shower curtain.

As she had pulled the curtain close again the door opened. Storm couldn’t
see through the curtains, but the sounds the person made revealed that she
was a woman. When she came closer and took a bottle on the shelf Storm saw
that she was a beautiful woman indeed, and she had no clothes to cover her
bare white skin. She had a long brown hair and her moves gave and impression
of a teenager.

When the woman started humming a simple tune, Storm realized that it was her
former teammate Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat, whose mutant power was to slide her
body through solid matter. She peeked through the opening to confirm this,
wanting to reveal herself before Kitty sat on the toilet seat or anything.
Kitty was facing away from her, rubbing something on her skin. She moaned as
she caressed her tits. Storm suddenly stopped, careful not to make a sound.
Kitty looked at herself in the mirror, admired her young body for a while and
exited the room.

“Lockheed, what’s the matter with you? I think I told you to stay out!”
Storm heard Kitty say angrily. “No, I won’t let you into my bathroom. Don’t
you dare to try that innocent look on me. Last time I left the door open you
drank all my perfumes. No, don’t you dare! What’s the matter with you now? Get
out and let me do this alone!”

Storm ran quietly to the door, opened it a bit and looked out. She had a full
view to Kitty’s room. Outside the window there was a brightly shining sea,
the sunset coloring the sky red. Kitty was standing in the middle of her room
preaching to Lockheed, who hovered five feet off the ground. The animal had
sensed Storm and was trying to get to her.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Kitty yelled at her pet. Lockheed had
looked straight into Storm’s eyes and was about to rush to meet the long-lost
friend. Kitty grabbed it’s neck and dragged the beast outside before it had
time to fly. Storm had shut the bathroom door and tried to remain quiet as
Kitty locked the door and shouted “and this time keep out” and jumped back on
her bed.

Storm lay her hand on the doorknob when Kitty started moaning aloud. She heard
the sounds of Kitty kissing her own arm, fallen deep in her private fantasy,
and passionate whispers Kitty’s lips uttered, calling for her name, praising
her body, asking her to take her! “Now what am I going to do?” Storm thought
and cursed the situation. Gateway must have had a reason – he always had. She
decided that if she waited, it could be too late for Kitty and her. She opened
the door and stepped out when Kitty was moaning something about Ororo’s eyes.

Kitty was lying on her bed, her legs spread, eyes closed, and for a second
Storm was able to see her virgin teenage pussy. Kitty was shaken into reality,
covered her pussy and screamed. When she recognized Storm, whom she thought was
dead, she stopped shouting and just stared at her.

“Kitty”, Storm said peacefully, “it’s all right! It’s me, Ororo, and I am very
much alive.” Kitty hid her body as well as she could when Storm told her every-
thing that had happened. When she had finished, Kitty had calmed down and
looked ashamed.

“How… how much did you hear?”

“Enough to realize that you have fantasies just like everyone else”, Storm
said. “It is all right, I am not angry. It’s great to know that someone thinks
I am sexy.” Storm walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge.

“It’s not what you think”, Kitty snapped, “I’m not a lesbian. It’s just that
ever since Peter left me most of my fantasies have been about women. Especial-
ly you, and sometimes of Jean. But I’m not a lesbian.”

“I didn’t say you were”, Storm said. “Everyone has fantasies about someone of
their own sex. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“It was much easier to fantasize about women”, Kitty said. “I had so many
fantasies in my head, and even when you died, the fantasies just intensified.
My other memories of you faded, but the fantasies were still crisp, so I held
into them. It felt good to remember you, think about you as you were. Do you
remember when we first met in that cafe, when those Hellfire Club mercenaries
attacked? I have admired you ever since.”

Storm nodded. In their line of work they had to face the whole spectrum of mad-
men, save the world and try to live normal lives at the same time. It wasn’t
odd to see it affect a teenage girl.

“But it’s so good to see you’re alive”, Kitty said and hugged her just like
Alison had a moment before. Storm felt Kitty’s nipples touch hers through her
silken shirt, and she smelled the perfumed oil Kitty had rubbed on her body.
Storm kissed Kitty instinctively on her forehead, the kiss was slight and
friendly. Kitty had such a beautiful hair – brown, firm and so clean. Storm
closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She felt Kitty’s lips on her neck, caressing shyly her shoulders, but she
…End of the part6. To be continued..

END OF PART 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..

By this time Sally was in ecstasy – each lick of Sandra added to
her pleasure as Sandra now concentrated almost exclusively on her
clitoris. Sally stifled her desire to cry out in pleasure as she
let herself be carried away by the sensations – the panties
prevented the pressure on her clitoris becoming too intense and
the wetness of the material added to the eroticism. Sally realised
that she would soon reach her orgasm and wanting it badly, did
nothing to attempt to delay the inevitable. Sandra’s tongue was
ensuring that the climax would soon be reached, and as it finally
arrived, Sally tightened her grip on Sandra’s hair and thrust her
crotch at Sandra’s face.

– I’m coming…ahhhhhhh…

Sandra heard Sally’s moan and carried on with her licking making
sure to keep her tongue as near as possible to Sally’s clitoris
despite Sally’s involuntary thrusts of her pelvis as the waves of
pleasure swept over her. Sally lost herself in pleasure, her eyes
closed. As each wave rolled over her body, she enjoyed that
ultimate pleasure to which she knew no equal.

At last the waves died down and Sandra, attuned to what was
happening, allowed her licking to slow down and placed less
pressure at each stroke of her tongue. At last the orgasm was
over and as Sally opened her eyes, Sandra eased her licking until
she stopped completely. Sally once more held up her skirt to look
down to she the grinning and wet face of Sandra looking up at her.

– That was wonderful. Sally answered Sandra’s unspoken query.

In reply Sandra leaned forward once more to plant a single kiss
directly on Sally’s sodden panties.

– Yes, you seem to have wet your panties. Sandra mischievously
teased the older girl.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Sally – she was now aware of a
certain pressure which was making its presence known. At once she
knew how to deal with it.

– Well, perhaps they are not wet enough. Sally grinned at Sandra.
What do you think?

Sandra was slightly bemused by this question. Sally observed this.

– Watch. Sally’s eyes indicated that Sandra should look at Sally’s
panties. Sandra did so. There seemed to be nothing to see – just
the wet blue panties which clung to Sally’s pussy. If at all
possible they seemed to be even wetter than when Sandra had
finished licking.

– Have a taste. Sally ordered.

Sandra complied and once again moved her head nearer to allow her
tongue to lick at the most sodden part of Sally’s panties. At
once she knew that something was different – there was a somewhat
strange taste and the liquid was.warm! Sandra leant back and
looked up in amazement.

– You’re wetting yourself! Sandra exclaimed.

– Of course. Sally laughed at the shock on the face of Sandra.

Sandra looked back towards Sally’s panties and watched at the
wetness gradually increased until it could no longer be held by
the thin material and a small stream emerged from the lowest point
to dribble down onto Sandra’s bare knees which were left uncovered
by Sandra’s skirt. Sandra watched as the drops of the warm liquid
dropped onto her legs. Then the small stream dried until just a
couple of individual droplets joined the rest. Sandra looked up
once more to see Sally grinning broadly at her.

– What do you think? Sally asked, although she could see the
fascination quite plainly on Sandra’s face.

Sandra did not know what to say. In her confusion and with her
heart pounding inside her she leaned forward to allow her tongue
to taste Sally’s panties. The piss had totally saturated the
crotch of the panties and Sandra tasted its presence as she licked
a couple of times at the wet material. The slightly tangy taste
was not too bad she decided as she withdrew her tongue. She felt
very turned on indeed. Dimly she was aware of her own pussy – wet
from her love-juice. But now she concentrated on Sally’s piss
soaked panties. Sally watched as Sandra savoured the taste and
smiled in pleasure as she saw that Sandra intended to take another
taste. This time however instead of using her tongue to explore,
Sandra pressed her lips directly against Sally’s crotch and forced
some of the wet material just inside them. Then she sucked,
drawing the wetness straight into her mouth. By now she was almost
used to the flavour and actively enjoyed it. As that one small
patch lost its moisture, Sandra moved slightly lower seeking a
patch that still retained its full wetness. She then repeated her
sucking.

Sally overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of Sandra’s actions in
sucking the piss from her panties. It was unbelievably erotic!
Before she had carefully released only a small amount of piss.
Now, while Sandra’s face was pressed against her pudenda, Sally
relaxed her muscles to allow her piss to flow, not as a controlled
release, but as a strong and steady stream which immediately
filled her panties and burst against Sandra. Sandra suddenly
realised that Sally was pissing at that very moment – without a
moment’s thought she opened her mouth and pressed it open against
the panty material from which it was now pouring – again she
sucked. This time, however, instead of needed to draw pull the
liquid from the panty material, piss filled her mouth
automatically. When her mouth was full of the hot liquid Sandra
had to close her mouth and swallow the mouthful that she still
held. The rest of Sally’s piss continued to emerge, flowing over
Sandra’s face, around her chin and down the sides of her neck, then finding its way in streams under the collar of her shirt to
be soaked up by the cotton material. Another small flow escaped by
a different route and Sally felt it running down the inside of her
right leg.

As soon as Sandra had managed to swallow her first mouthful, she
opened her mouth to receive another. By now Sally had almost
finished and her rate of pissing was slowing down. Sandra realised
this and pressed harder against Sally, trying to collect as much
as she could. At last Sally finished pissing. Sandra then closed
her mouth and pulled her head to look up at Sally. Sally looked
down at Sandra and when she saw the wet condition of Sandra’s face
and the wet patches on the front her shirt, one of which covered a
breast on which the outline of a small hard nipple could be seen,
she was unable to resist moving one of her hands down to her wet
crotch in order to cup it – she was very, very excited. She
squeezed and felt the wetness there and began to masturbate,
rubbing her hand over her pussy and against her clitoris.

As she did this her eyes locked with Sandra’s. When Sandra saw
Sally watching, she opened her mouth with deliberate slowness to
reveal that there was still a pool of piss within. When Sally saw
this, her hand moved even faster as she rubbed herself, desperate
to come to orgasm for the second time. It was not long to wait in
her current state, especially when she saw Sandra close her mouth
to reveal a teasing smile. A few seconds later after a small
movement of Sandra’s throat, she reopened her mouth – this time it
was empty. Sally’s hand was moving frantically and now her climax
arrived. She carried on without slowing down as her whole body
shook in waves of pleasure, her eyes never leaving Sandra’s face
until it was finally over. In the meantime Sandra watched as her
companion again achieved orgasm, this time through her own
efforts. As she watched she was unable to resist putting one of
her own hands up her skirt to rub herself. Sally saw this as she
recovered and grinned.

Sandra then deliberately pulled back her blue skirt to reveal that
she was wearing no panties. Sally’s eyes fixed themselves on her
Sandra’s beautiful little pussy surmounted by a small, sparse
patch of blonde pussy hair. Sandra’s hand returned to its work –
she was now using a couple of fingers to rub in a circular motion
against her clitoris. Knowing that Sally was watching made her
want to demonstrate that she too could reach orgasm quickly and
efficiently on her own. She was also very, very randy. Her fingers
continued their motions rubbing just around her pleasure spot,
sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was not long before
these sensations turned into a climax of pure delight – she was
coming. Her fingers speeded up slightly and Sally watched intently
as Sandra suddenly stiffened giving a visible sign of what was
happening inside her. Her orgasm lasted a few seconds and as it
died away, Sandra slowed her fingers until they came to a
standstill and then looked directly at Sally with a satisfied grin
on her cheeky face.

Sally laughed and knelt down next to Sandra on the floor. She
leant forward to kiss her wet niece and their sets of lips came
together. Sally tasted her own piss on Sandra’s face and then
probed into Sandra’s mouth with her tongue. Her tongue encountered
Sandra’s and the two young girls looked into each other’s eyes as
their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

–

END OF PART 1
–

I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray’s note on photoswap, “two letters
to the editor in pamela’s pantyhose”.. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, “Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual – and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties – that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!”
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother’s recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she’d probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future – even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some “thigh high sheer stockings”… I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn’t seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela’s throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs – then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam’s
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin… so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
“heaven” I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me – Pam wasn’t wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch – but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office… she said, “It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car’s seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I’m so glad you
approve!!!” (note to female readers… please give this sensual dressing
technique a try… you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) – you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer

—

My most unusual and erotic sexual experience occurred several years ago near
the end of my sophomore year in college. I had just finished an afternoon
exam and thought I would stop by a campus bar for a few beers on my way home.
The bar I stopped at was a grad student hangout, but was also occasionally
frequented by locals. I liked the place because of the diverse crowd and
because they had the cheapest beer on campus.

When I walked in I was startled at how busy the place was at four in the
afternoon. Every table had someone sitting at it! This really wasn’t a
problem since each table was very long with benches on each side leaving
me several seating possibilities. I got a beer at the bar and positioned
myself at the end of a table near the back of the bar. Sitting at the
other end of the table were several women in nurses uniforms. From
the the smattering of conversation I heard over the sound of the juke box,
I gathered that they had just finished an unusually rough shift at the local
hospital. They must have been there a while because there were several empty
pitchers on the table.

I was busy working on my second beer and attempting to think of some way to
introduce myself when they all got up to leave. All of them that is, but
the nurse at the far end of the table. She still had a full beer and I heard
her tell her friends that she would stick around to finish it before she
headed home. To be honest, I don’t think I even noticed her before her
friends got up to leave. She was older than the others, probably early
thirties and a little over weight. Her hair was bleach blond with about an
inch of dark roots showing. Her eyebrows had been over plucked and she
used lots of blue eye shadow which even back then seemed out-of-style. I
guess you would say she wasn’t much of a catch, but I remember thinking at
the time that there was a certain sleaziness about her looks which really
turned me on.

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I slid down to her end of the table. I
introduced myself and launched into my usual patter about the weather and
local sports teams. She was obviously bored, but she politely sipped
her beer and listened to my monologue. When her beer was empty, she said
that she needed to go pee. Without thinking I blurted out “can I watch?”.
To this day, I’m not sure why I say it. Maybe I was trying to be sarcastic
since I figured she was using the bathroom as an excuse to slip out the
back door. In any case, I never expected her reaction. She sat back down,
leaned forward, looked me straight in the eyes and said “really?”. The
intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her tone took me completely
by surprise. I didn’t know what to say. I sat there for what felt like an
eternity before I finally choked out “sure”. She stood up, extended her
hand and said “Well then, lets go.”.

This was the first time I had seen her standing. Although I had noticed that
she was on the plump side, I hadn’t expected her to have such a heavy bottom.
Her white nursing slacks were tight against her large round ass. Her tight
slacks and small breasts may have helped make her ass and thighs seem
disproportionately large, but there was just no denying it, this woman had
a big butt! I just sat there staring at her, trying to figure out what I
was getting into. Finally she said “are you coming or not?”. Still dazed, I
got up and took her hand. She lead me toward the back of the bar to the rear
exit which led into an alley behind the bar. I asked her where we were
going, and she replied that she had an apartment just around the corner.
Still holding her hand we walked down the alley together. When I finally
had regained enough composure to ask just what she had planned for me, she
just said “Shhh, just enjoy the moment. I’ll take care of everything.”. We
walked the rest of the way in silence.

When we got to her apartment, she lead me straight to the bedroom. She told
me very matter-of-factly to take off my clothes and lay on the bed. As I
undressed, she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and watched.
When I pulled my jockey shorts off to reveal my rock hard erection, I saw her
smile for the very first time. Without a word, she gestured for me to lie
down on the bed. After I did so, she reached behind my head and pulled
out two dark strips of material from beneath the mattress and began to tie
the end of one to my wrist. I must have had panic written all over my face
as she stopped immediately and said “Don’t worry, they’re just silk ties.
I’ll tie them loose so you can get free if you really want to.”. I nodded my
head sheepishly and she continued to tie my wrists. She then pulled the ends
of two more ties from under the end of the mattress and tied my ankles. She
tucked two pillows under the back of my head so that my head was angled so
that I could see the foot of the bed. I gently tested my restraints and
found that although loose as promised, my movement was limited to swaying
slightly from side to side.

Once my “host” felt I was properly positioned, she went to the foot of the
bed and began to slowly undress. She began by unbuttoning her blouse to
reveal a white lace bra. Next she pulled down her slacks, all the while,
staring me straight in the eyes. Next she turned and slowly bent over,
showing me her big ass which was barely covered by her white cotton panties.
She slowing began to pull them down to reveal her huge pillowy ass cheeks.
Turning, she caught me licking my lips and said “like what you see so far?”.
I just nodded and gave her my best lecherous grin. All she said was “good”
as she climbed onto the bed. Straddling my chest, her pussy was only
a foot from my face. It was covered with a thick thatch of brown hair which
started as a little trickle of hair at the navel and grew into a dark
triangle which disappeared between her meaty thighs. Very slowly and
deliberately, she began to play with her pussy. At first just by running
her fingers through the hair. Gradually, her fingers began to probe between
her plump pussy lips. As she spread them, I could see her prominent pink
labia and the bud of her swollen clitoris. I was mesmerized by the sight
and the smell. My cock was aching as I drooled over the beautiful pussy
that was being fingered just inches from my face. She seemed to be
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..

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me. Cute. Nuts, and cute. Fits her meeting personality perfectly.

I came out of my stall, relieved to be almost totally out of what could have

been a very touchy situation, happy to have found a new friend for these late-

night sessions. I walked up to the open sink and turned to thank her reflec-

tion for the silly courtesy.

My words caught in my throat. She was smiling directly at my reflection,

washing her hands, as if she were totally unaware that the front of her blouse

was fully open, her brassiere hanging limply inside. Though they were hardly

perfect for an X-rated movie, the two tender breasts that were half-exposed

were easily the best sight I’d seen all night.

“Like I said, I’m sorry I interrupted your mood.” Her wicked grin left only

the depth of her apology to the imagination. “Want to get back into it? My

stuff is in the batch queue, too.”

“God, I hope there’s a high load tonight!” I turned toward her.

“Tut, tut, Daniel! Wash your hands before you eat!”

That left one less question unanswered. I was stunned, totally stunned,

ready for just the short titillation and then privacy, or anything more

involved. Whee! A little midnight snack!

I washed my hands quite thoroughly, and Debbie came over to help me dry them.

Leading me back to the sinks, she hopped up to sit on one, and drew my head down

to taste her now-erect nipples. We let out complementary sighs of pleasure.

Her hands played over my hair, down the sides of my face, twirled a few random

beard hairs into my ear. As I warmed up to the task at hand, the hands wandered

inside my shirt, freeing one or two unnecessary buttons, softly stroking the mat

of black hair that grows there for no particular reason.

She found my left nipple and tweaked it playfully, giggling at my yelp. You

see, I have fantastically sensitive nipples for a guy. Any woman who can do a

credible job of sucking nipples can have me at full erection and half out of

control within five minutes. That’s how my second lover seduced me on our first

date. She started licking my chest, hit the nipples, and I was putty in her

hands. She took full advantage of the situation, and took me right there on the

couch in her law office, with the senior partner briefing his brains out three

offices away.

“You like, or is that a one-time-only?”

“I like, I melt, but get your requests in early. Too much stimulation, and

I’m good for nothing but being taken advantage of.”

“I’ll keep that in mind; wouldn’t want you to go away with eating properly.”

“Meaning?”

She hopped off the counter for a moment and opened her zipper. “I want to

get your beard all smelly. With your permission, of course.”

I’ve mentioned before that Debbie is not your classic lady who folds in two

…End of the part5. To be continued..

The next segment had some nice background on the main characters, including

one *very* well-written love scene between our heroine and her former lover.

At the end of part 1, my pants were far too small, and my breakfast waste was

ready to be left in the nearest convenient sanitary receptacle. I checked on

the processes again; the test driver was now properly rebuilt, and my main job

was humming along merrily. Time for some relief.

I headed off for the rest rooms in my corner of the building, and felt a

small tug of my crazy urges again. Since there are more bathroom sets than

people in the whole complex at this time of night, I sometimes find myself the

only person in my section of the building. Once in a great while, I take advan-

tage of this to indulge a crazy childhood urge, and use the ladies’ room instead

of the gents’. No problem, I am always neat and clean, and only do it when

there is no danger of anyone getting surprised. No big deal, just one of those

private flauntings of the establishment that lets out a few more frustrations

during the crunches.

Tonight, I decided to do it again. Even if Debbie did get the urge during

her debugging, she’d use the can on her side of the floor. We had some deep

respect for one another, but nothing on a personal level that would soften a

surprise like this. No problem; it wouldn’t be the first time I’d done this

with a woman somewhere in the building.

I chose the middle stall, and noted again how the room smelled just a bit

different from the gents’. Not necessarily better, just different. I sat in

rapt contemplation of this non-fact, and took care of necessities. My mind

wandered back to the story, and I found myself slowly caressing my genitals as

I remembered the story. I stopped for a moment, as I’d never masturbated in

the ladies’. “What the heck,” I thought, “In for a penny …” I imagined how

the heroine’s original choice must have felt, finding an attractive girl all

over him so suddenly, and decided that, in his position, I’d probably be quite

flattered by it all. By this time, I was getting quite aroused, and lost my

will to think about the story, recalling instead the lovely non-sins of my own

college days, fondly remembering those all-night loving sessions with the two

ladies who had made me so glad to be alive, each in her own time.

Suddenly, I heard a slap on the door, and a muttering voice follow in some

pretty heavy footsteps. I thought fast, and decided that I’d better reduce the

impact of any further surprises. My hard-on was suddenly a limp-off, and I

cleared my throat.

“Oh, hi!” Debbie said, before I could compose a sentence. “Didn’t know

anyone else was here. Who be dat?” She swung into the stall to my right,

and took an extra flush for good measure.

“Uh, Dan. Yeah, me; from workstations.”

“Oh, really? A little lost, are we?”

“No, uh, honestly, I come in here sometimes when the building is empty, just

for kicks. Should I leave?”

…End of the part3. To be continued..

twitching and clenching around my cock.

Then she started to move, slowly, up and down in longer

and longer strokes that had us both almost in tears with

ecstasy. She tongued my neck and ear, and bit my earlobe as she

worked me over, pistoning smoothly and steadily up and down on

me. I rolled my hips around and around, trying to enhance her

pleasure as her talented pussy almost sucked me off, churning

and pumping juicily. Our crotches were soaked with our mixed

juices as she worked me over.

She moaned gutterally in my ear and I felt her cunt

squeezing me. I knew she was almost there and I lifted up on my

toes to ram into her a bit harder. Her moan changed to a soft

squeal as she plunged down on me and her body shook and

shuddered as she started to come.

“Give it to me!” she groaned, “Cum in me, you stud.”

Knowing that she wanted it was the last straw for me,

and I was overcome with waves of pleasure as my muscles

involuntarily began pumping hot cum into her. My brain was

awash with fantastic sensations as I humped into her, and her

rhythmically clenching cunt drove me wild with pure sex.

We jerked and lurched together, almost falling over in

the small dimly lit closet. I lowered my face to tongue her

breasts in a frenzy as she milked me with her crotch. Her hair

in disarray, her head, thrown back in revery, was framed against

the bare lightbulb’s light, and I delivered her one of the great

cums of my life there in the middle of the workday.

Finally I began to fade a bit. We were both flushed and

covered with sweat as she again grinned at me and lifted herself

slowly off of me. My drenched and slippery cock pulled from her

cunt with a wet sound and we both groaned with sensation at the

same instant.

“Oh you beautiful stud.” She murmured breathily. “That

was truly incredible. I knew you had it in you, and I’m so glad

I got it out of you.”

I shook my head, trying to clear it, feeling the juice

running down my legs as I took a short step back. “You are one

incredible lady.” I gasped. “Thank you so-o-o much. That was

one fantastic fuck and I will remember it forever.”

Julie sat weakly down on the stool, her breasts shining

with sweat, still gasping with excitement. “You deserve a

reward!” she proclaimed as she again grasped my cock and guided

it to her face.

I was speechless as she rubbed it on her cheeks and

neck, looking up to judge my pleasured reaction. I placed my

hands on her shoulders again to steady myself and she grinned

and extended her tongue to lick a drop of cum from the head of

my prick. It jumped in response and her smile widened.

Then she closed her eyes and smoothly engulfed its

length until her nose was buried in my crotch hair. I felt her

…End of the part4. To be continued..