By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”
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Friday, July 3rd, 2009Hawaiian Fun part2
Thursday, June 25th, 2009 leave them open a couple of inches (and then, only after children
are likely in bed) without being too obvious and inviting
trouble.
We talked for a long time about how much fun it had been for her
and for me to know that other people were looking at her naked
and beautiful body and we both suggested some funny fantasies
about how we might arrange to let some guy get a real good close
look at her. This was really a departure for us because, until
now, no one but me and two doctors had ever seen B naked. We
talked about teasing and flashing and all sorts of circumstances
that might lead up to B being naked in front of some guy or guys.
We decided to keep our eyes open for any opportunities for the
next week while we would be on Kauai before returning home to the
snow.
That last night in Honolulu did not yield the same quality of
viewing in the other rooms although we did see several nude and
semi-nude men and women, as people were undressing for bed. We
paraded around our well-lighted room totally naked for a long
time, but we couldn’t tell if anyone was watching us, especially
from darkened rooms; but the thoughts that we were possibly being
observed excited us tremendously as did our discussion of some of
the personal ads we had read, and we enjoyed another great sex
filled night together.
On the plane over to Kauai and during the drive from the airport
down to our hotel at the south end of the island, we got into a
heavy discussion about our responding to some of the ads in the
magazine. We both decided that we were probably not ready, nor
would it be wise, to try to experience everything at once so we
agreed to pick some ads requesting erotic letter and photo
exchange as a way for us to try these new experiences gradually
and with no immediate pressure for total involvement or action.
Sitting on the beach in the afternoon sun, sipping Mai-Tais, we
reread the ads and decided which couples we would answer and B
nearly orgasmed without being touched just talking about sending
out nude photos of herself to couples all over the country and
knowing that some man she had never met would be looking at her
naked body. This same thought turned me on so much that I was
very uncomfortable in a pleasant sort of way, and even more so
when we talked about receiving nude photos back from those
couples and the sex fun we would have as a result of that erotic
stimulation. B wondered how we could ever get our photos
printed, but I found an ad from a confidential developing service
(which we still use) and she agreed to pose for an entire roll of
film in our room that night. After dinner, more rum, and an
extremely stimulating photo session, we fell into bed exhausted
from a very full day.
We had been to Kauai many times and had explored nearly all of
the beach areas. This day we decided to pack a lunch and plenty
of our favorite sun-tanning drink of rum and orange juice and go
to the beach near where ISLANDS ON A STREAM was filmed because it
is really quite secluded and we wanted to get all-over tans so we
could each wear our new skimpy bikinis purchased in Honolulu,
without the white spaces showing. We arrived on one of those
very special calm Hawaii mornings, and had the entire area to
ourselves since the locals rarely go there on weekdays. We
walked a ways down to where we knew there was a curve in the
beach and set up our mats and gear. I am a snorkle-nut and since
I am also a bit braver than B sometimes, I shed my clothes and
wearing only my mask and tube, went out into the water to swim
and look around. I would look up occasionally and I could see
that B was nude and was setting our lunch in the shade and
rubbing tanning lotion all over her body. This was the first
time I had snorkled nude and it was strange swimming around with
the hard-on inspired by seeing my lovely wife moving about on the
beach as naked and as pretty as could be.
B stayed pretty close to the mats and her clothes but when I
returned to join her she gave me a drink and said that she was
really enjoying the nude sunbathing experience. Somewhat anxious
to see what might develop, I made sure that she had plenty of rum
in her drinks and after we had a couple, I brought up the subject
of what she would do if someone else came along the beach. B was
pretty hesitant, but she finally agreed that if there was no
hostile type threat, she would be willing to remain naked even if
someone did come along. I had no sooner suggested that she could
lie down and pretend to be asleep if that happened so as to let
it be a less overt showing of her body, than we could hear a
vehicle pulling in down by our car.
I looked carefully down the beach from a protected position and
could see that a guy got out of a small truck and began walking
the other way down the beach along the water as though looking
for shells. The excitement of possibly being seen was affecting
B. She poured another drink, and I could see the wetness of her
pussy glistening in the sun. We watched the guy until he rounded
the curve out of sight and we decided that nothing was going to
happen so we lay back and soaked up the sun.
B can stand more sun than I can and I began to get too warm and
went for a dip to cool off. As I returned to the mats I could
just see the guy coming back up the beach so I put on my suit and
went out and poked around the water’s edge for only one
reason…..to let him know we were there. Without looking at him
directly, I watched until I was sure that he was coming past his
truck and on down our way. Then I hurried to awaken the dozing B
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Hawaiian Fun
Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
You asked us about how we got interested in erotic activities and
also our special fondness for exhibitionistic and voyeuristic
fun, so we thought that I should tell you about one of our trips
to Hawaii that got us started.
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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Kate and Linda were convulsed with giggles as they waltzed down the mall part3
Tuesday, May 5th, 2009she wanted him to notice – the line of semen on her chin.
The old man peered at her face for a second, seeming to not recognize
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?”
–
Archive-name: Fetish/cd2.txt
Archive-author: Jazzbo Brown
Archive-title: Cum Drinkers, The – 2
Humour complab txt part2
Thursday, April 16th, 2009 he had an constant erection whenever we were togetherThis could
only mean one thing! He liked girls.. He seemed to have the same
chemical reaction to me as I did to himYes, his vagina would
moisten and his nipples would press against his bra.. This
discovery was the impetuskeep these words coming. You know,
impetus can be cured. Roll some stamps around his penis before you
go to bed, stamp AIR MAIL on his forehead and then… which led me
to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN9 From Outer
Space. by Edward Woodie.
A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of
heavysaltpeter sexual DYNAMOtension, followed. As inconvenient
as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both
married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully
cognizantaware, to you and me of my own marital statusno fool I!
Although I forget sometimes and have to look at the ring to remind
me. I’m so silly. and since he was not a kidnapper. Although he
*does* know just a few too many details about the Lindbergh baby,
and whenever he talks about it, he says “we”. But I’m so
silly…, the probabilitiesof drawing a seven when doubling hard
fourteen against a dealer’s six drop dramatically if you scream,
“Hit me, Lotus-Blossom!” and pound your fist on the table were
that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it
presented wordproblemsespecially those annoying ‘related rates”
thingees. I mean, who *cares* how fast the pool fills?! How will
*this* come in handy at the supermarket?. I never claimed to be
a romanticpoet, but the idea of aGrecian Urn seedy motel room
didn’t much appeal to the car thief inme.
His office therefore became the most likely locationNo
doubt.. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large
desk and the locked doorWell, *and* the bondage table, the sling,
the hydraulic winch, the cross…. The walls were toiletpaper
thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequentlyIN *BED*, after
contemplationof course it helps that my mantra is “fuckme”, I
decided I had better begin my homeworkthank God all the odd
answers were in the back.
While Herman beamed awayzip-a-dee-do-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, my
oh my–, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the
better part of valor?key wordsay the key word and you win fifty
dollars. Herman was very protective of his little applesas he
called his marble-sized testicles. The actual deprogramming was
done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friendSteve Jobs.
(When it comes to programming, I am very patient.Yes, I believe
most programmers share this quality. In fact, I relish nothing
more than the thought of compiling and linking five megs of Clipper
code on an 8080) Finally, after weeks of debuggingde-lousing,
call it what you will, I was able to write and load a niftynifty!
Hee. Aren’t I just…such a girl! little program that would
render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I
neededFabulous idea. Your co-workers will love you for it,
especially if they’re in mid-compile, or haven’t saved anything.
After what had seemed eonsthousands of years, the day of
execution arrivedI only regret that I have but one life to give
for my country. *HIS*!. This was not exactly the type of program
you could masterBeta test so I just VHS’ed it crossed mylegs,
snapping a co-worker’s neck fingers and hoped I could prove
mylove to myfather death be notproud.
Although we were definitely running on the same trackthe
slow one, I didn’t want Alex to suffer cardiac arrestso I slipped
the nitro pill under his tongue. In preparation for what was to
comeThe CULTURAL REVOLUTION!, I strolled into his office humming
the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of MusicOH THE
HUMANITY! Hey, remember Julie Andrew’s hooter’s in “S.O.B”? I do.
They weren’t big or pendulous but they *were* floppy.. When I
began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his
faceand he looked like an idiot child, who loves nothing so much
as wood. (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an
Indian movie, you’re right, but stay tuned.Oh I will, I WILL.
Mississippi Masala?)
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
Humour chance txt
Thursday, April 9th, 2009 Archive-author:
Archive-title: Chance
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.
–
Jism Eaters part4
Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 presented to Kate and Linda were male in origin, all were in a state of
extreme arousal, and several reached orgasm during the ‘ceremony’. As the
end of the line neared, where “Long John” himself occupied the last
position, Kate and Linda’s facial features, breasts, and hair were spotted
with drying semen, pussy juice and sweat. Kate had been the recipient of
four male and three female orgasms. The sperm from one teen had covered one
eye completely, as he seemed to get a devilish glee in shooting directly
into her closed eye-socket. Another had demanded that she keep her mouth
open as he came in it, and he deposited an amazing eleven squirts of heady,
aromatic teenage jizzum into her beautiful mouth, without spilling a drop.
It took Kate several swallows to get it all down. After another boy had
sprayed her features, the girl behind him massaged the semen into her face.
“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.
Jism Eaters
Sunday, April 5th, 2009
Kate and Linda spent a quiet few weeks reliving their recent adventures.
Nothing too exciting happened to either of them, since, in real life, sexual
escapades tend to run in cycles. You have a great couple of weeks, then a
few barren ones. Then things start to perk up again. Kate was looking
forward to the upcoming Halloween holiday, she loved dressing up in sexy
exotic costumes and wandering the neighborhood, watching the children run
shrieking from house to house. She wondered if any of the neighbors
realized that the woman dressed in the micro-skirt, tall stilletto heels and
heavy makeup was their neighbor Kate. She even talked Linda into going out
with her that evening. Kate’s husband was out of town on a business trip for
several days, and Linda’s mate went across town to play poker with some
buddies. Once again, the ladies who loved cum were on their own.
“Lin, I just know you’ll love this – it’s so much fun to walk around the
neighborhood all dressed up and seeing people’s reactions to us. They’ll
never know its us!”
“I hope you’re right, hon, if this gets around Roger’ll kill me!” her
friend responded, only slightly humorously. The ladies spent the afternoon
before Halloween night getting their hair and fingernails done, both of them
luxuriating in the splendor of the salon they went to. Their every need was
catered to as they sipped champagne and strawberries. Linda, on a dare, even
had the young beauty parlor girl trim her pubic hair back, until just a
small patch wove it’s way on top of her mound, and her pussy lips were
completely bared. Linda allowed herself a mini-orgasm as the cute young
girl carefully trimmed and shaved her sexual regions. The girl was not as
embarrassed as Linda might have thought – as she finished, she leaned
forward and gave Linda’s crotch a loving swipe with her tongue, pausing to
diddle her clit just long enough to let Linda know that she was turned on
herself. Linda picked up her head between her hands and kissed her warmly.
The ladies anxiously awaited nightfall. In their part of the country,
the sun set quickly, and the night, though seasonally cool, was not at all
unpleasant. Kate was wearing a very short, tight skirt that rode far up her
thighs, a tiny cotton halter top, and high red heels with stockings. The
tops of the stockings just barely hid beneath the hem of the skirt, and if
Kate bent down or sat, a nice expanse of creamy thigh was exposed, under the
sensous red garter strap. She loved dressing like that. Linda wore short
shorts that seemed painted on her trim buns, and spent several minutes
trimming the crotch up until her panties almost peeked through the seams.
A lacy, almost see-through blouse and a black lace bra completed the outfit.
Linda purposely wore the dark bra under the white blouse, so that interested
viewers could see exactly what she was so proud of. Her legs were bare, but
she also wore heels, though not so high as Kate’s.
Finally, they were ready. Leaving Kate’s house excitedly, they walked
several blocks down one broad avenue, then zigged and zagged their way until
they were far enough from their homes to be safe from really familiar prying
eyes. Then they just tagged along with the kids going from door to door,
taking care to stay far enough away so that the random parent out with his
or her children wouldn’t become suspicious. They loved to see the kids
dressed up in their costumes – there were darling little princesses, fierce
pirates, kung-fu warriors, Ninja turtles, and of course , a surfeit of
Batmans and Dick Tracys. As the night passed, the number of young kids on
the street seemed to dwindle, and Kate noticed that the age of those out
now seemed to have increased to the mid-teens. She saw one young girl who
couldn’t have been more than 15 dressed like the most exotic streetwalker
she had ever seen, complete with spandex pants, stilletto heels and garish
makeup. “How could her mother send her out like that!?” she wondered to
herself. “Oh, well, I guess they’re growing up earlier than ever….”
The women didn’t notice that a small group of boys had seemed to pick
them up, and was following them wherever they turned. They didn’t seem to
be deliberately tailing them, though, so they weren’t too worried. Every
few minutes, Kate or Linda would turn and sneak a quick look back at the
pack of kids, each time seeing the number increase by three or four bodies.
At one point, there seemed to be close to twenty or twenty-five kids
following them, nearly all boys or young men.
“Kate, I don’t know about this, I think we’d better head back. I don’t
like the looks of that gang back their behind us. Whaddaya say we head for
home, eh?” The words were hardly out of her mouth when, with a suddeness
that took their breath away and almost made Kate stumble in her shoes, three
older teenagers appeared on the sidewalk just ahead of them. They were rough
looking, boys about 17 or 18, with jeans and wild looking tee-shirts on. The
three boys spread across the sidewalk, effectively blocking their paths.
“Well, what have we here” sneered one, “looks like a coupla hookers out
for a quick trick or treat!” His buddies laughed and chortled at his wit.
“How’s business, girls, getting any tonight?”
“Hey, we’re just out to have some fun, and we’re NOT hookers!” spoke
Kate sharply, but she was ignored. The three walked slowly towards them,
and Linda turned to see the entire gang that was following them close up.
Within seconds, they were surrounded by almost thirty laughing, leering
teenagers, mostly boys, but Kate notices some rough-looking girls along with
them.
“Hey, babe, nice tits” a voice rang out, causing cheers and giggles.
“What say we head back to our party house and take care of you” spoke
another voice from the shadows. This was greeted with clapping and choruses
of “Oh, yeah, that’s the right thing” and “Let’s give the bitches a
Halloween to remember” and other lewd comments. Kate reddened and clutched
at LInda’s arm for support.
“What are we gonna do!” she whispered to her friend, “These guys look
tough. And there’s nobody else around! What’re we gonna do?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Someone’s in the Kitchen with Katie part2
Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 construction site over on Maple and walked right into the trailer there. I
told the foreman I wanted 10 of his best men to come in and jerk off for me
and spray their cum right into my mouth so I could drink it all up.” She
whispered the erotic words, looking right into his eyes the whole time. Only
she and Linda knew the story was false, but it did give Linda an idea.
He rapidly produced a healthy erection. “Oh, man, this isn’t gonna take
long at all. Why don’t you take it out and suck it a bit right now?” he
whispered, looking around to make sure that no one was watching. Linda looked
at Kate.
“Should I?”
“Ah, what the hell – why not? Just don’t let him shoot off in your
mouth, you greedy bitch!” Kate laughed. Linda slid the zipper of his slacks
down and reached in, quickly extracting the well-formed penis.
“Hey, this is’t bad.” she said, dipping her tongue to slide it over the
gleaming head of his cock. She pursed her lips and slid them down over the
tip, sliding slowly down the length of his shaft and jerking the exposed
portion with her left hand. Again and again she slid down, feeding the warm
flesh into her mouth and lips, wetting it with her saliva. Linda knew how to
prolong a blow job for dozens of minutes if she wanted to, but this time she
was going for speed, not delay. Kate continued to knead her breasts and pinch
the nipples, making the rigid tips stand out and poke through the flimsy
blouse.
“Now remember, the minute you think you’re gonna orgasm, get it out of
there and aim it at my coffee – I want every drop right in the cup!” said
Kate. The waiter nodded at her.
“It’s not gonna be…long….now…ohgod yes, yes, here it is!” he
groaned, hurriedly pulling his pulsating rod from the slightly disappointed
Linda’s mouth.
“Quick, quick, shoot in the cup, in the cup!” said Kate. The waiter
pulled on his cock a few times, and Kate watched fascinated as the tiny hole
at the end winked open and a long thin stream of sperm shot out, splashing
perfectly right in the coffee cup in front of her. She thought it was one of
the most sexy things she’d ever seen. Again he pulled on the shaft, and
another large bolt, even larger than the first, flew out to land in the cup.
Kate could hear Linda gasping as the third jet followed the first two, now
noticably pooling in the coffee. A fourth and fifth stream shot out, one
missing the cup slightly to drip down the side and into the saucer. The young
waiter grunted with the effort of unloading his balls for the kinky woman’s
request while maintaining a respectable image from the rear.
“ohgodI’mcumming,” he grunted through clenched teeth “right into your
coffee.”
“Yes, yes, do it again, do it again!” urged Kate, and he complied with
her request, urging one last spritz of his semen to make the long trip out
of his balls, up the shaft of his cock, out the head, and across the several
inches of open air into her waiting reservoir. Finally, though, he finished,
gasping for breath. Kate and Linda looked at him.
“That will be all.” said Linda formally, dismissing him with a wave of
her hand. He hurriedly stuffed his shrinking penis back into his pants and
turned away, anxious to tell the cook and bartender this story. Linda looked
over at Kate.
“WOW! You did all right there, kiddo! Look at the load he dropped in
your lap!” Kate glanced down at the coffee. The milky white semen floated
serenly on top of the dark brown liquid, easily amounting to three or four
teaspoons worth. A thin strand hooked over the rim of the cup and down the
side, bubbling at the end. “And he got almost all of it right in there!” she
agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She trailed her fingertip up the
side of the cup, collecting the single line of white liquid. She looked at
Linda as she brought the white-coated finger to her lips, and sucked it dry.
“Ummmm, good stuff! Very nice, just the right tang and texture – not too
bitter, not too salty, very nice indeed.”
She brought the cup to her lips and tilted it, sipping just the very
tiniest amount from the top of the liquid. It was mostly pure semen. It was
warm as the coffee itself, and Kate purposely let some slip back down over
her lower lip and drip down her chin, knowing it would excite Linda no end.
“Ummm, absolute heaven…” she sighed, eyes closed, swallowing the warm,
salty essence. “I’m really starting to like this stuff, you know.” She opened
her eyes again to gaze into the cup. “Too bad there’s not more.”
Linda looked at her. “I dare you to walk back to the kitchen and ask for
another helping!”
Kate grinned. “I just might do that!” She got up with her cup of coffee,
hips swaying sexily, striding towards the swinging doors that led back to the
kitchen area. Luckily no one stopped her. How would she explain that she
wanted the cook and any other lucky males back there to masturbate and
ejaculate semen into her coffee cup? As she entered the hot steamy kitchen,
she remembered the single line of semen bisecting her lower lip and chin.
‘What the hell, it’ll help ‘em get the idea’ she thought.
As she pushed through the white doors, she was heartened to see four
adult males working in the kitchen – 1 older black man, 2 white men, and one
young black man who seemed about 18 or 19 at the most. The old black man
looked up to see her.
“Hey, missy, you ain’t allowed in here, this’s the kitchen.”
Kate didn’t say a word, just kept walking up to him. All four men
stopped their activities to watch her. She walked right up to the man who
…End of the part2. To be continued..
The Cum Drinkers part3
Sunday, March 29th, 2009“Yes, miss, what can I do for you today?”
“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.
A New Beginning part2
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you’re going to need a nice, thick
diaper to get thru the nited aren’t you sweetie.”
John smiled then meekly said “Yes mama. I need thick diapers ‘cuz I wet a
lot at niteenites. Thank you mama.” and toddled off to their bedroom.
Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.
Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing
16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple
diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk with that much
between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
of bounds” while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she
found in his bag, would make sure of that.
She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins
and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination
would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he’d be sure to wake
up in very wet diapers the next morning.
Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She
gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.
All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.
“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”
John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”
“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.
I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.
John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.
John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.
Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.
As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”
John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.
As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.
Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
…End of the part2. To be continued..
The Clinic
Friday, March 20th, 2009
Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She’d known John had been going
to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.
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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