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

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

started activating its connections. Lights danced on

the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

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

really running!”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

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

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

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

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

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

feet over.

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

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

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

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

at him.

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

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

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

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

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

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

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

factly.

What could he say? “Yes.”

“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

“Yes.”

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

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

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

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

exhaled, half-moaned.

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

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

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

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

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

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

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

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

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

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

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

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

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

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

Give me everything you got.”

They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

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

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

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

gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”

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

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

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

pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together

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

that soon the spasm would come.

Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

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

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

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

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

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

stock exchange opened.

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

Ryan said gently.

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

You can take care of me.”

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

End

–

“What’re you talking about, Hon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A teaching device? I don’t get it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keywords: mf, scat

Chapter ONE

“Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the
house, the Schidinks were stirring…”

Little Timmy Schidink, only ten years old and very
angry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom.
He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinner
was forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as he
pushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turd
out his distended rectum.

Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happily
as she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she and
Kurt had been planning for weeks. With an expert flourish
she rolled out the red rubber sheet onto the king-sized
mattress, fastening it securely at the corners. Next, she
opened up four brand new packages of disposable drop cloths
and began covering the floor around the bed. The macrame
plant hangers followed… down came the spider plants, up
went the chrome hooks Kurt had recently added to their toy
chest from the medical supply house.

Behind the locked door of his third floor bedroom,
handsome athletic smooth-bodied muscular blonde square-jawed
blue-eyed Kurt Jr., home for the holidays from his Sophomore
year at UCLA, popped a videotape into the VCR, put on his
horn-rimmed distance glasses and lay back on the bed playing
with his nipples as the crude titles rolled over the screen.

Kurt Sr. was making ready in the master bathroom. Oh
no. He’d forgotten to pick up that extra tube of Preparation
H and there was none left in the medicine cabinet. “I can’t
believe this,” he muttered to himself, pissed off that he
hadn’t made out a list before he’d gone shopping yesterday.
The stores would all be closed now. Perhaps Kurt Jr. might
have some he could borrow. Kurt put on a bathrobe and
stepped into the hall where he was greeted by the sound of
snickering and dirty giggling coming from behind middle son
Marvin’s closed bedroom door. It sounded smutty to Kurt and
he didn’t like it. After all there were the other parents to
consider. Marvin Schidink was hosting a slumber party for
his neighborhood playmates Eddie and Victor, and their
parents had given permission. Kurt didn’t want any
repercussions. He rapped on Marvin’s door. “What’re you
guys doing in there?” The sniggles stopped. “Nothing, Dad.”
“May I come in?”

Victor hurriedly tossed the pink rubber dildo-dick
he’d stolen from the magazine store under the bed. Just in
time. [Whew] The door opened.

Kurt looked into the room. The three boys, Marvin
12, Victor 15, and Eddie just 13 were all sitting bolt
upright under the covers of Marvin’s bed. There were comics
spread all over the bed. Innocent enough, Kurt decided.
“Now you boys, keep it down in here.” “Yes sir.” “…and
don’t do anything smutty, you understand. Tomorrow isn’t a
schoolday so you can keep the lights on until 12:00, but then
you’ve got to hit the hay, understand?” “Yes sir.”

Kurt closed the door a proceeded up the stairs to Kurt
Jr.’s room. He knocked once. “Kurt Jr…?”

[Oh FUCK!] Kurt Jr. grabbed for the remote control
and pushed OFF just as the words, “SCAT LOVER TAPE #3″
bloomed onto the screen. “What is it, Dad?” “Do you have
any Preparation H, Son? Your mom and I are out.” “Just a
second, Dad, I think I do, I’ll check.” Kurt hopped into his
jeans and took a fresh tube out of his dopkit on the
nightstand. He was about to open the door when he realized
that he still had two big green snakebite suction cups
attached to his nipples. He yanked them off, hoping the
reddened erect nipples would go unnoticed by his father.
They did. “Having a flare-up?” Kurt Jr. asked solicitously
as he handed over the medication. “No, Son, it’s for your
mother.” “Well this should do the trick…it always works
for me.” “Thanks, Kurt Jr., I’ll buy you a replacement tube
tomorrow.”

Kurt Jr. watched his father head back down the
stairs. Sr. was a great big blond muscular man with a giant
butt and a fairly large belly, but all-in-all real masculine,
like so many of his Polish buddies who rode with him on the
back of scavenger trucks working hard in all kinds of weather
hauling garbage to provide food for the table and a college
education for the kids. Jr. shut the door and began looking
around the carpet for his snakebite cups.

Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in her
bowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingering
her clitoris. There was still some preparation to be
finished, and she’d better hurry if she wanted to pull it
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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What are you up to Mac?”

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

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

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

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

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

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

reassuring herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

appearances suggested.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fucked in over a week.

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

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

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

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

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

next day.

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

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

…End of the part7. To be continued..

a roommate or two.

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

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

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

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

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

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

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

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

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

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

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

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

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

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

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

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

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

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

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

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

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

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

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

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

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

soft flesh.

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

“Mmm, yes.”

…End of the part13. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ladies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

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

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

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

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

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

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Sorry jane … !”

“No no, it’s ok”, Jane mumbled to Mary. Blushing slightly. “Err… well,
you know how it is?!”

“That’s ok Jane. Jesus. A quick wank is hardly a mortal sin in my book! I
just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll leave you to it!”

Mary was shorter than Jane and a couple of years older, twenty four. She
was quite plump though, but in a “well rounded” way, as they say, not fat.
Large breasts and short, bobbed, blonde hair.

The bathroom. This triggered in Jane’s mind those usually repressed
thoughts. She had always considered herself fairly straight, but for these
thoughts. And now, feeling as horny as hell, she could not repress them.
She had played around on her own with such games as a kid. She climbed off
the bed and made her way to the bathroom. The door was ajar. This was a
fairly relaxed houshold, and doors were rarely locked.

Jane pushed on the door gently. No protests from inside. She entered.
mary was sitting on the toilet. As Jane entered the two girls just looked
at each other. No words spoken. Jane stood, nipples still erect. Mary
had her short skirt hitched up and her panties around her ankles. jane
walked over to her and knelt down in front of the toilet. Mary immediately
took Jane’s right hand in hers and guide it down to her , Mary’s, pussy.

“Feel that my love. Do you like it ?”

“Yes”

“Then go in my love, go in”

Jane slipped her index finger into Mary’s wet cunt. Her thumb teased
Mary’s clit. Their mouths met in a lingering kiss.

“You do know why I am in here don’t you Jane?”, Mary whispered.

“Of course.”

“Are you sure”

“Yes”

Mary sighed, just a little, then started to piss. The golden flow ran over
Jane’s fingers. Slowly at first but building to a gush. Jane lifted her
fingers away them and licked them. She then offered them to Mary, who
also, gently, sucked and licked.

“Mary… there is something. I need to…”

“It’s ok”

Jane pulled off her panties and sat astride mary on the toilet, her ass
over the gap between Mary’s legs over the toilet bowl.

“But Mary .. this is… oh hell, are you sure ?”

“I said it’s ok”

Mary reached down to put a finger against Jane’s ass hole. I small moan
like grunt from Jane. Her shit hole buldged slightly against Mary’s
finger. And then, an appearance. Mary felt the tip of a turd emerge from
Jane’s hole.

“Go on”, whispered Mary “let me have your gift”

Jane pushed harder.

“Now stand up!” . Mary suddenly being assertive.

Jane, taken aback, obeyed instantly.

“Turn around. I want to see.”

Part 2

… Jane was now standing, with her back to mary who was still sitting on
the toilet.

“Jane, just pull your cheeks slightly apart. I want to see my love.
Everything”

Those words sent a shiver of excitment through Jane. This was wonderful.
Forbidden. But gloriously thrilling. She obeyed, with one hand gently
pulling on each cheek.

Janes shit hole was still slightly open, and the tip of the about to
descend turd was just visible to Mary.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

began to come. I tried to bear down on him, to bring him along, but I was very

… warmed up? I couldn’t wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough

to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and

faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept

up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I

made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, “Don’t

take it away.” He didn’t. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my

bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I’d end

up going down on him, but I didn’t know how far he’d take it. When he slid into

me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no

limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he’d been here less than an

hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that.

He’d taken possession of my clit before he’d entered me at all and he’d never

given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if

his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was

also a surprise. I didn’t really expect this. I know you’ll think that is very

naive of me, but that’s how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten

caught after saying that I’d go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of

sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I’m a

flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the

odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost

as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could

bear. I’d been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started

screaming. I’m sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn’t know what he’d

gotten himself into, he knew now. He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know

when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time.

I lost track. I must have had three of four. I screamed again when he had his.

Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he’d been silent since he’d

entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals

became, making him make some noise as I ’serviced’ him. Yes I know I’m grinning.

I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling; Not what J had in mind. He

caught his breath, but I didn’t know that he was going to maintain the ’sexual

slave’ business for the whole weekend if he could. He slid off of me and sat back

on the couch. There was no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power

that was based on force. He said, very quietly, “Go get a wash rag from the

bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me.” I started to get up and he

said, “Remember you’ll be taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a

good job.” I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a “z

I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and slowly and very gently

went over him with it. I’m not sure how much of a job he wanted me to make out

of it, but I took several minutes and was very thorough. By the time I’d taken

him in my mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again. He looked at his

watch, the only thing he was still wearing, and then reached for his pants. From

the pocket, he took out his wallet and put it on the table. He told me to put the

wash rag away and told me to take a few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I

took advantage of that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I

…End of the part8. To be continued..

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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
spoke. He was about 50 or 60 years old, coal-dark skin with snowy white hair
up top, and towered a good 5 feet, three inches tall. He peered up at her
curiously. Kate brought her face down to almost his eye level. She knew what
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are these shoes waterproof?” Linda demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“I tell ya, honey, that husband of mine is a real dud in bed sometimes.
I dress sexy for him and talk sexy, and all he wants to do is shove it in me,
jerk a few times, come, and roll over and fall asleep. I really do miss the
wild times I used to have when I was younger, you know?” said Linda as she
slowly sipped at the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Exactly. I mean, I love Roger dearly, and wouldn’t really want to spend
my life with any other man, but jeeezus, I do get HORNY once in a while.”
Kate responded. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done, Lin?” she asked
almost shyly.

Linda looked at her for a few minutes, gauging the depths of the other
woman’s sensitivities. She swallowed the sip of warm coffee in her mouth and
leaned forwards surreptitiously.

“When I was in college I got drunk accidentally on purpose at a
fraternity party. After it got real late, I ended up being the only girl
there. The guys all started talking about their sexual conquests, and they
all claimed to be the worlds’ greatest lovers, you know?” She stopped for a
second to take another sip of coffee. “I said that any woman worth her salt
could outlast ten guys, and they all laughed. I challenged them. I got up
real slowly, and stripped as sexily as I could, without falling on my face!
A couple of the guys hauled some mattresses out to the living room, and I lay
down right in the center of them. I started stroking my cunt and licking my
lips really sexy, and before you know it, there were 20 or 30 naked guys
dancing around. I laid back, crooked my finger at the nearest one, and
motioned him over.

“What’ll it be, smarty?” I asked. He said he wanted to fuck me but good,
so he got down there, jerked his cock until it was hard, and shoved it in.
Let me tell you, these guys were just drunk enough so that they couldn’t last
very long. This first one must have stroked about 10 times before he shot off
straight up my pussy. The next guy wanted a blow job, so I sat up, stuffed
his teeny cock in my mouth, and a few seconds later had a sperm chaser after
all the beer I’d had.”

Linda stopped for a moment to look at her friend. Kate’s cheeks had
tinged a slight red and her eyes sparkled a bit, and Linda thought she could
see Kate’s nipples beginning to harden and poke out from the light blouse she
wore.

“Oh God, that’s hot! So what else?” queried Kate with a breathless
smile.

“So, for about the next 2 hours, I fucked and sucked every guy in that
frat house until there wasn’t a drop of sperm left in any of them, and it was
all up my pussy or down my throat, or mostly, all over my tits and face and
in my hair. At one time, I counted six guys jerking off all over my head
while I fucked this black football player’s ass off, and wouldn’t you know
they all came all over my hair and face. I had to stop and get a towel to
wipe the shit off my face. I was drenched in it, I swear!” whispered the
young wife.

“I never saw so much cum in all my life, before or since. They
absolutely ruined the mattresses, and when I finally got up, I leaked a trail
of sperm all over the house looking for a shower to rinse off in. But they
all were pooped out, and I could have gone on for another couple of hours by
then. It was great. But, I had to transfer to another college, because the
word got out, and everybody thought I was some kind of tramp or something,
so I left and went to the State University instead. That’s where I met Hank,
and we’ve been together ever since. I haven’t even seen another cock except
his since then.”

“Even on TV or a magazine or anything?” asked an incredulous Kate.

“Oh, hell, they don’t count! I’m talking about in the flesh! Hey, what
about you, Katie, what’s the wildest slutty thing YOU’VE ever done?”
questioned the leering Linda, leaning forward and licking her lips
devilishly.

“Well, I NEVER balled thirty guys in one night, if that’s what you
mean!” she responded. “In fact, I’ve never made it with more than one guy at
a time, even. Ummm, I guess the nastiest thing I ever did was ask Roger to
cum in my mouth one time while I was sucking him off.”

“ONE time! Are you telling me that you don’t sip the sperm cocktail,
young lady?” asked Linda in a mock stentorian tone.

“Wh-What?”

“You don’t swallow cum? You don’t let that gorgeous Roger shoot off in
your mouth?” Linda asked again.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like him to, or that he hasn’t , a couple
of times. But he usually just wants to use my pussy instead, so we don’t do
a lot of oral sex or anything kinky. He doesn’t even like to lick me down
there either.”

“Oh shit honey, we’ve got to get you fucked and sucked up right one of
these days!” exclaimed the amazed Linda. “But anyway, tell me all about the
one time you let little Rog there blast off over your teeth. I wanna hear all
about it!”

“Well, it’s not as sexy a story as yours. Roger and I were making love,
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mean massage, Beth. I learned on the beach in Thailand last year.”

“You went to Thailand when you were seventeen?” Yes, but did she want the

massage? “God I hope I’m as liberal with my daughter. That’s a nice offer,

Sara, thanks. Can’t hurt, I guess.”

Sara walked around the back of Beth’s chair and gently rested her hands on

Beth’s shoulders. Even standing there felt so erotic, Sara’s face just

inches from Beth’s head. She began working her fingers quite firmly along

Beth’s shoulder, and she could feel the older woman’s bra strap under the

white silk material of her blouse.

“Mm, Sara, that does feel good, you were right.”

“Well this isn’t really the right way to do it.” Sara was shocking herself.

How could she try to seduce the boss? Ridiculous. She’d probably destroy all

the good work she’d done up to now. But the siren voices get pulling her

onward. And the damp feeling between her legs. “On the beach you’d be lying

down and, well, I could have access to all your back.” There, she’d said it.

Sounded innocuous enough, didn’t it?

“My you are a perfectionist, Sara. Show this attitude in business and you’ll

get far. Actually the thought of a massage on my bed sounds delicious. You

really don’t have to.”

No, but I really do want to, thought Sara. As Beth wandered through to the

bedroom she called over her shoulder “I suppose you want my blouse off,

right?” Sara rushed to follow, to see.

“Yes.”

Beth slid the top easily over her head. She began to climb onto the bed,

then a thought struck her. “What about the bra? You’re going to tell me they

didn’t wear tops in Thailand, right?”

“Well it doesn’t really matter, but the straps do get in the way. It’s

definitely easier without.”

“Okay. I’ve been dying to get this thing off all day anyway.” Beth reached

behind and unclipped the bra, and Sara had a quick glimpse of Beth’s full

white breasts before she lay down on the bed. Sara moved beside her and

began massaging Beth’s back. Good skin, too, what an incredible woman.

“Mm that’s good.”

Beth worked away for a couple of minutes, but still the voices and the heat

in her pussy drove her on. “There’s a couple of things, if you want the full

Rolls Royce treatment. First, I can’t get to the small of the back, for that

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all. Sara sighed. One day.

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

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

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

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

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

summer job, and Beth had asked.

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

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

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

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

have it all ahead.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

time to work out with all her other responsibilities?

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

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

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

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

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

pain.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman sitting in a
chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on the couch with
headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm. He was covered with
a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his feet were bare and he was
fast asleep.

As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr. Janet Whetmore,
a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like John’s. Dr. Whetmore
talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began to really trust Dr.
Whetmore and to like her as though she were a long time friend and
confidante.

The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore offered Ann a
glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few seconds she felt
very “alive” and “able to listen” to Dr. Whetmore and hung on her every
word.

Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with special
problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes or sexual
interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a special time in
life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in women’s clothing, and
this was called transvestitism and the “love of womens’ clothing”. She
explained that a lot of men in important positions, like John’s, found the
stresses of everyday life caused them to want to escape into an easier
life, where they had no responsibilities, and a time when they were cared
for as babies.

These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as babies,
especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their diapers like
little babies.

Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created further stresses
and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick, especially if there was
stress at home, or they were afraid their wife wouldn’t accept their
fetish. Then they could get really sick and have a breakdown.

Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could their wives
be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses. The doctor had
explained these people were called infantilists, who loved to dress and
play as babies, but didn’t want to actually play “with babies” or children
at all. They just wanted to be babied and loved the way a mommy loved her
little baby.

In most ways they were as normal as any man, and could be capable lovers
and supporters, but needed to be babied sometimes to relieve stress and
escape from the pressures of their demanding roles and jobs.

As Ann thought about this it seemed to make so much sense, and besides here
was this learned doctor, her new friend, explaining it all softly to her,
and telling her she felt it was alright.

Finally, Dr. Whetmore said “John is an infantilist Ann. He wants to wear
diapers and baby panties, and be treated as a baby sometimes to help him
relieve the pressure of his job. That is why he has been so sick,
especially when you told him you wanted to have a new baby in your family.
It made him think you wanted someone new to love and care for and that you
wouldn’t accept the baby inside him and let it come out.

John is lying here now, Ann and has been listening to a special tape I made
for him to help him feel better physically and to help him feel better
about himself. He also has been receiving an IV with pentathol in it so we
can talk to him and ask him questions and get the honest answers.

Would you like to talk to John and ask him about his being a baby, Ann ?”

Ann paused for a second, while she thought about her husband, the 33 year
old executive, being a baby, then finally said “I’m not sure, but I should
find out. If that’s what he needs to get better, then I should know how to
help him. I do love him, and don’t want to hurt him !!”

“Very good Ann, come and sit over here, where John can see you and you can
talk. I’ll speak to him for a few minutes then you can ask him questions.”

As Ann pulled her chair over closer to the couch, she recognized the young
man now as her husband John. The doctor talked to John for a few minutes
and finally said “John, your wife Ann is here now and wants to talk to you.
She knows you want to be a big baby, and to be her baby, so you can feel
comfortable about talking to her. Be a good boy and answer her questions
honestly and properly, just as you do for me.”

To Ann she said “Go ahead, Ann, ask him anything you want.”

Ann hesitated at first then said “John do you feel better knowing I know
you want to be babied ??” to which he replied “Yes, much better.” then
asked her “Do you want to baby me ??”

Ann didn’t know what to say for sure, but finally said “I think so, but I
don’t have much experience. What do I have to do ??”

At this, Dr. Whetmore interrupted, and said “Ann, you just have to treat
John like a baby. Love him, take care of him. Feed him when he’s hungry,
help him get dressed, and change his wet or dirty diapers when he need
changing. You can do that can’t you ??”

At first Ann seemed a little shocked by the idea of changing diapers on her
husband, but then as the doctor told her it was just like playing dolls,
and when she used to babysit for the babies in her neighbourhood, she
decided it was easy and would be Ok.
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Part 2

After each slap I stuck my hand deep between Betty’s legs
to check for more piss, but herself-control improved. So I
rewarded her with a clit massage and felt new moisture oozing out
of her vagina. As I spread this moisture back over her anus she
let out a low moan and ground around on my lap.
I repeated this slap, check for piss, reward pattern.
Since no piss appeared, the clit massage lasted a little longer
after each slap, her squirming became more rhythmic each time. I
took the arm holding Betty down and used it to spank, while my
other hand concentrated on massaging her clit. Suddenly Betty
started convulsing all over my lap and breathed heavily. At the
peak of her orgasm she emitted a loud scream. I few seconds
later she emitted a large stream. Piss splattered off my hand
and I felt it all over my lap. I spread as much as possible over
her sore red buttocks and administer a few final slaps. My
slapping hand then rubbed the rest of the piss into her crack,
concentrating on the area around her anus and teasing at the
center of it. When I got to her clit, she start convulsing
violently again and had another orgasm.
Since her punishment began with shorts on, courtesy
demanded it end the same way. I stood Betty up with her back
towards me and knelt down behind her. I saw her labia hair
glisten with drops of piss and lubricant. A rivulet of piss
started running down one thigh towards her ankles. To protect
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“I can imagine,” I said, astounded by the living sense I felt as I studied the

woman’s graceful lines. Pandolf, I knew, was one of the darlings of modern art,

and for once, I could bear witness to genius. This was a brilliant example of

incredible skill. “It must be worth a fortune,” I said tactlessly, thinking

aloud.

“I suppose,” Steven said. “It’s priceless to me.”

“Of course,” I said. “Have you ever shown it, loaned it to a gallery?” I tried

to show off some of the knowledge of standard art practices I had learned in our

work. Steven frowned and then laughed.

“No,” he said. “I haven’t shown anyone this painting in ten years.”

“Why?” I asked.

“When Anna gave me this painting, I was no patron of the arts. I knew a little,

could talk at parties about symmetry and impression, but when I first saw this

piece of work, I saw it as a husband.” Steven stopped to stare again at the

painting of his disrobed wife.

“I thought it was beautiful,” he said, “just as I thought Anna was beautiful, but

I also thought it was too beautiful. Do you know much about Pandolf?”

“No,” I replied.

“When this painting was done, his reputation wasn’t as much for being a painter

as it was for being a scoundrel. Perhaps that is an exaggeration, but I was

spending a fair amount of time at the courthouse and I knew about his scandals;

public drunkeness, vandalism, even petty assaults on stuffy art patrons. I had a

low opinion of the man as a decent citizen. What did I know about art?”

Steven left me standing in front of the painting while he went to a small

assortment of crystal bottles and poured himself a short drink. He downed the

brown liquid in a single motion.

“Anna was beside herself with delight when she gave me this painting and I smiled

and fawned and thanked her for her generous kindness, but the whole time I was

thinking about my Anna posed naked while this creature,” Steven paused. “Painted

her.” He took a deep breath. “It seemed an outrage, and yet I couldn’t accuse

Anna of doing anything wrong when all she had meant to do was provide me with a

monument to the beauty I worshipped. I loved her dearly. She shone.”

“And I couldn’t fault Pandolf’s work,” Steven said. “All art aside, it is a

magnificent piece. It truly captures the essence of Anna’s beauty and I felt

grateful in that regard. He accomplished a feat I could never in a thousand

lifetimes have managed. Pandolf drew out the very essence of my love for Anna

and immortalized the feeling on canvas. But then, the demons rose up within me.”

…End of the part3. To be continued..

work that is being done in this country derives again from European influences.”

Steven smiled, distracted. He put down his glass and leaned forward, his high

brow slightly wrinkled.

“I don’t think we go very far describing an artist’s work in terms of

influences,” Steven said. “There is always an evolution of linguistic terms, so

to speak, but language is a living component of our expression. Substance always

triumphs over form, yet without comprehensible forms, the expression becomes

lost.”

I remember listening carefully, because I respected Steven more than anyone I had

ever known. Part of me had always believed the arts perpetrated a fraud, that a

conspiracy of critics and galleries operated to decide one piece would be

valuable and another would not. To me, a painting was pretty or it was not. The

rest sounded like poppycock. Yet Steven seemed to believe.

“I want to show you something,” Steven said and with my assent, he led me

upstairs to a large room I calculated to be his study. The south wall of the

grand space was almost entirely built of glass, windows that seemed to draw in

the broad reaches of landscape, the small pond, the gentle roll of pasture, the

distant oak forests and broad color-rich skies. A wide glossy desk sat poised

beneath the darkening panes, cluttered uncharacteristically, I thought, with a

dozen strewn volumes, piled open in a chaotic array. The east and west walls

climbed some thirty feet high with overfilled bookshelves, majestic old leather

bound tomes near piles of unkempt paperbacks. Steven approached the north wall,

where a curtain hung.

“Do you know Pandolf?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, laughing at the notion that even someone as generally ignorant as

I could fail to know of Fra Pandolf. “I mean, I’ve never met him, if that’s what

you mean, but his paintings are already worth millions.”

“He did a painting for me, years ago,” Steven said.

“Really?” I asked, quite amazed.

“My wife commissioned a painting, as a gift. Anna had quite an eye for artists.

He was just a local back then. I think she only paid a few thousand for this.”

Steven pulled the cord which drew back the curtain.

A large canvas hung on the wall, filled with greens and blues and sunlight golds.

The subject, only slightly abstracted, was a beautiful woman, simply radiant in

her loveliness with water bright eyes, soft skin, long sensuous legs and a smile

that almost laughed out loud. I smiled, pleased, knowing the treasure Steven

showed me was a very pretty picture.

“It was our tenth anniversary,” Steven said, his eyes fixed on the portrait of

his wife, Anna. “She posed without my knowing and gave me the finished painting.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had looked very different at the time of her first serious modelling.
Her breasts were smaller then, her body tighter, her face younger. She
still remembered the thoughts running around in photographer’s head – being
a teenage mindreader can be very educational. Elizabeth had learned to accept
that as she grew older and wiser, and nowadays she never peeked really deep
into other person’s mind. There was never anything beautiful to be found,
only guilt, hate and chaos their conscious level was never aware of. She had,
of course, been taught the tricks of the trade by the undisputed master,
professor Xavier, but sometimes she wondered if she really could adjust how
deep she probed. Perhaps she saw everything other people had stuffed inside
their heads, just refusing to know it consciously.

Sensors indicated someone at the door, but she didn’t have to look at the
monitor to recognize her. Dazzler, the show-off mutant with power to transform
sound into light, entered the room carrying two cups of coffee.

“Found anything interesting?” she asked as she set the cups on a small table.

“No”, Elizabeth said and reached for the cup. She didn’t have to look at it
directly, since she saw it through Alison’s eyes. The multimedia show on the
monitor ended and another menu appeared. She sipped her coffee and swallowed
it quickly, because it was still a little bit hot.

“Have the boys returned?” she asked back.

“Not yet”, Alison said and inserted the cassette into the stereo. It was U2’s
Rattle and Hum, one of her favorites after Tina Turner. The bass line of
“Bullet” filled the air, first loud, then quieter as Alison loaded her body
with music.

“It’s OK, they can definitely take care of theirselves”, Elizabeth said and
drank again, this time ready for heat. “We survived the Inferno, defeated
Reavers, even M-Squad…” – she giggled now with Alison – “they really would
not let a bunch of common crooks give them any trouble, now would they?”

“Definitely”, Alison answered.

“How’s Rogue?”

“Still sleeping. I checked her a five minutes ago. The sedative is still
effective.”

“Do you think that she’s going to get herself together?” Elizabeth asked.

Alison took some time before answering. They both knew what Rogue had to
go through every day, probably until the end of her life. She was never
able to touch anyone, since slightest physical contact caused her to suck
the target’s mind into her body, turn to him. It was not a beautiful sight
nor a happy state of mind. She had – accidentally – taken Carol Danvers
permanently inside her, and these personas hadn’t gotten along very well
recently. All that was needed to that was to touch her a little bit too
long. She could never feel what it was like to sleep a whole night with
someone she loved, naked bodies touching each other everywhere, every time.
Her crimes had been notorious, yes, but the punishment had been out of
every proportion.

“I… really don’t know. We must hope so.”

Elizabeth streched her hands and yawned. She looked at the clock and was
surprised to realize that it was so late already. Her shoulders felt like
she was Colossus. Alison was quick to help her teammate and stepped behind
her. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair as Alison started rubbing her shoulders
and neck.

“That feels nice”, she complimented. Her hand reached for a key, but she
stumbled and hit the key next to the one she’d intended. “Hmph”, she said,
pressing the right key, but the machine was already running. Another multi-
media about her started to run.

“Browsing through your file?” Alison asked, running her fingertips over
and over her shoulders. “Isn’t it surprising how they got all that data
about us. You know, my file is full of stuff I wasn’t aware of myself.”

Elizabeth didn’t bother to stop the computer, instead she leaned back,
closed her eyes and let Alison relax her completely. She breathed peace-
fully, her mind wondering around. Suddenly Alison’s hands stopped what
they were doing, just in the middle of where they really shouldn’t have
done that. Elizabeth felt like a symphony had ended abruptly into sound
of everyday noise.

“Don’t stop”, she said quickly, with her eyes shut. Alison was stunned
for a second, they she started making a sound reminding Elizabeth of when
her girlfriends had caught her kissing a boy when she was twelve. She saw
the reason in her mind when Alison started to giggle.

Elizabeth’s eyes and mouth opened wide and she reached for the keyboard.
On the monitor there were sensuos photos of her – without a strand. She
gasped for air with disbelief – the guy had promised to destroy those
photos when she’d came over next day to tell that she’d changed her mind!
How could she have been so naive and stupid then? Alison was giggling aloud
now, almost falling down on the floor as Elizabeth pressed the buttons
frantically, trying to make the computer stop.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Sandy came to our office to fill out some paperwork before
beginning our program. I got the forms she needed and directed
her to the small conference room in our suite. Pulling up a
chair, I indicated the chair across from me and asked her to please sit down.
I got her started on filling out the forms and then sat back to wait
for her to finish.

As she worked I looked down to see that she was wearing short white
boots, the kind that come up just above a woman’s ankle. Her boots
were kind of pointed at the toes and had short heels. Still filling
out the forms, she absentmindedly bobbed her boots up and down, rocking
them on their heels.

I couldn’t help but tell her how much I liked her boots. She smiled
and seemed very pleased. Turning her chair, she picked up her feet
and placed them in my lap. “Go ahead and touch them,” Sandy said.
I reached down and allowed my hands to move over the smooth, hard,
white leather as she ground her heels into my crotch. “Kiss them,”
she ordered, and I leaned down and kissed the tip of each boot..

“How much do you like them?” she asked next. I told her I liked
them so much that I was ready to come right then and there just
from seeing them. “Then I want you to come now. Take yourself out
of your pants and come for me right now.” She shifted her feet so
that I could release my cock, already erect and dripping. Once my
cock was free and waving in the air shemoved her white boots so that
her heels were right at the base of my cock, her dirty soles facing
me. I took my rod in hand and began to stroke it. As I did she
moved her back and forth a little, occasionally rubbing them against
my cock and balls.

“Are you going to come for me,” Sandy asked. I said that I’d do
anything she wanted. “Then I want you to shoot your load on my
boots and then lick them clean.” I continued to jerk off,
feeling the pressure inside my balls building. “Kneel on the
floor,” she ordered, taking her feet from my lap and placing
them on the floor. I got off of the chair and positioned myself
in front of her so that my cock was right over her white boots.

“Now come for me,” she said. I pumped as fast as I could, my hips
bucking hard, feeling electricity in my back, and soon my cream was
shooting out and falling on the tops of her sexy boots. I continued
to milk my cock until the last drops had fallen onto her boots and
the floor. “Now lick them clean for me.” I leaned forward and taking
one of her boots in hand, I touched my tongue to a smear of come,
tasting the sweet-salty, fresh-smelling fluid that coated her
heeled boots. I licked across the top, scooping up the come
with my tongue and swallowing it. When I had finished with the
first boot, I lifted the second and performed the same service.
As I continued to kneel on the floor, my cock hanging out of my
pants, Sandy pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked out
of the room without a work. As she neared the front doors of our
office suite, she did turn to say “There are a few drops of your
come on the floor. Lick them up.” I leaned forward and cleaned the
carpet as she asked. When I had finished and looked up she was gone.
Leaning back against a table, trying to recover my senses, I looked
down to see that juices had continued to leak from my now softened
rod and had soaked the front of my pants.

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