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Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot? 18th and M? He

said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place. They serve food, too? He said

not to be late, or I’d miss the show. Oh, well. Here it is. Hmmmmmm.

Nice neighborhood. Nice place.

The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was

I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on

stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly

guessing this is my date.

We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess. She looks me

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

“Number 5.” That’s quick! And I’m number 6? My heart starts to pound.

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

“Number 6.” I get on stage and look around. Small audience. As I

unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me

support. Next my skirt. Oh shit. Pantyhose. Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

The cheers are pretty loud for such a small crowd. I love it. My date

has his face within reach. I kiss him, then swing around and, on hands

and knees, shove my ass in his face. He grabs my ass cheeks to hold me.

He sticks his tongue inside my pussy. Ooooooo. I flip over and bring

my knees way back. He leans over and starts licking my clit. And he

sticks a finger deep inside my pussy. The cheering is tremendous.

“Lock the Doors.” I hear someone say.

He stands up and opens his pants. His cock looks beautiful. But I

don’t get to see it for long. He climbs up with me and over me on his

hands and knees. His legs push mine apart. His lips start sucking on

my tits. Then, he kisses me thoroughly on the mouth. I feel his cock

push deep inside me. The crowd is wild. “Go! Go! GO! GO! GO!” They

are shouting, as our hips push and buck and fuck. The music is very

loud in my ears, and I start my orgasm just as the music hits its peak.

I feel his hot cum spurt inside me at the same time. The music stops.

The cheering and foot stomping is deafening.

Somebody — the manager? — comes over and squeezes my tits. And he

says, “You’re hired. How much do you want for three acts like that per

night?”

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A GUIDE TO PROPER ETIQUETTE IN THE MEN’S RESTROOM

Ever since man crawled out of the primordial ooze, he has built himself
structures to contain the processes of bodily waste removal. These
have been known as “restrooms,” “bathrooms,” “outhouses,” “commodes,”
“men’s rooms,” and several other names. As with any exclusive
organization, wholy half the human race aren’t allowed through the
door, and a number of exceedingly complicated customs have arisen to
maintain a sense of order and dignity.

General rules:
1. Don’t talk to somebody you don’t know. You may chat quietly with
an acquaintance, but must absolutely not call attention to yourself.

2. A quick glance in the mirror is permissable, but absolutely don’t
spend a significant time arranging hair, clothing, etc. Zit popping
is only permissable after checking to see nobody else is around.

3. No profanity of any kind. This is reserved for locker rooms, only.

4. If you must wait, form a single-file line, ragged, and be sure to
keep looking around. Read grafitti.

Grafitti rules:
5. All grafitti is anonymous. If there’s any chance somebody can trace
your grafitti back to you, don’t do it.

6. Writing grafitti in the open section of the bathroom is only
acceptable if nobody can see you. Writing in the stalls is similarly
acceptable.

7. If the bathroom is sufficiently public, feel free to insult different
ethnic/racial/sexual groups. If the bathroom is used by a small
few, restraint comments to amusing anecdotes or chit-chat about
secretaries. If visiting dignitaries from other companies or the
government may tend to use the bathroom, grafitti is forbidden.

8. Traditionally, all pictures feature women in various states of undress.
Modern standards often include portions of male anatomy, discretely
placed. Homosexual grafitti is generally frowned upon but is
gaining popularity.

9. Pictures must only be drawn in toilet stalls.

10. Any sufficiently interesting graffiti will be painted over by
the management of the bathroom.

Urinal rules:
11. Given a string of unoccupied urinals, you must choose one on the
outside. When one outside urinal is occupied, use the other side,
then middle. Avoid standing directly next to somebody at all costs.

For example, given seven urinals, here are acceptable configurations:
X…… (X == occupied, . == empty)
X…..X
X..X..X
X.X.X.X
XXX.X.X <— These are only acceptable when significant
XXX.XXX <— “privacy” dividers are available. If the
XXXXXXX <— urinals aren’t divided, use a toilet.

12. Always look at the wall. Looking down means you’re obsessed or don’t
know what you’re doing. Looking at other people is threatening.

13. Flushing is optional. Over time, the water will become a rich orange.
At this point, flushing is mandatory.

14. Don’t start unzipping until you’re protected by the privacy of the
urinal. Don’t step back until you’ve closed your pants again.

Toilet rules:
15. Reduce noise at all costs. Grunting is not acceptable.

16. Always flush.

17. When you find an unflushed toilet, leave it alone and use another.

Special cases:
18. Some university dormitories have co-ed bathrooms. New rules apply
for dealing with the females.
a. Never, ever, comment on how they look in the morning.
b. Don’t ask what the little wastebasket is for.
c. If urinals are present, only use them when absolutely no females
are around. If you are noticed by a female, try your best to
ignore her presense until you’re dressed again.

19. Port-O-Let’s and similar constructions are evil. Use them only
if absolutely no other option is available.

20. In the woods, far from civilization, restrooms typically aren’t
available. Get behind sufficient growth that you are completely
invisible to the remainder of your party, before you begin.
Check carefully that you aren’t near any sort of animal or
insect den. Ants are especially bad. If you forgot toilet
paper, bring a leaf identifying guide. Poison oak makes
a poor substitute.

–

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..

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

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

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

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

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

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

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

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

tried to seduce him out of the game.

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

“I want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

…End of the part11. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn around…” he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

“Lift your skirt…” was his next order.

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

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

“Higher,” was his next simple command.

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

panties was visible.

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

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

knees Mr. Bettis….”

“And if you didn’t ?” he asked.

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

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

lips.

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

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

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

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

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

back down when the punishment ended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

the arrival of Jerome Bettis’ first client interview.

…End of the part8. To be continued..

“Jim…….he has made some very dark demands. I…. ah…..don’t know if I

can…..” Anna’s voice faded.

She looked into her husband’s face. Her husband of nearly twenty years sit with

a look of puzzlement. He did not understand what she was saying…… or what

she wasn’t saying.

“Jim, he made me kiss him when I left.. I didn’t want to but he made me…. I

had no choice,” she tried to explain.

“I kissed him on the lips and he pulled me against him. I tried to put my hands

on his chest and push him away but he was too strong. I tried but…… but he

pulled me ever closer and he rubbed himself against me Jim,” tears forming in her

dark emerald eyes.

Anna finally cleared the tears from her face and then looked at her husband. He

was strangely silent. Her eyes dropped to his lap where she her eyes captured

his tented trousers. Her husband’s long dormat manhood was standing at

attention…it tented out at a ninety degree angle. Anna let her delicate hand

fall to her husband’s manhood. She softly stroked the hard penis and looked up

into his quiet reflective face. She gripped her husband’s refound hardness and

stroked the five inch penis through the fabric of his dress slacks. After only a

few minutes she spoke again, “Jim….. he rubbed his black cock against my mound

when he forced me to kiss him…He makes me call him MR. BETTIS…. Jim.. I am

afraid that he will try and fuck me………”

She felt her husband’s sticky discharge as the slippery sperm coated the outside

of his pants. She looked up and saw her husband’s eyes roll to the back of his

face. His breathing was heavy and he continued to shoot spunk into his underwear

coating his suit pants.

“You want me to fuck him don’t you Jim ?” Mrs. Anna Belvoir asked her

husband……..

The dull look in his eyes gave Anna her answer.

She lifted herself from the sofa and made her way to their bedroom. Her husband

spent the night on the sofa. He could not face his wife until he could come to

terms with his own erotic feelings. Having his wife describe how a black man had

fondled her in his office…rubbed his long black cock against her tender pussy.

His cock twitched once again spewing more jism in his underwear……

Anna spent a very restless night. She woke several times dreading the beginning

of the next day. When her alarm finally rang she jumped up. As she completed

dressing and was putting on her make up her husband sluggishly returned to their

bedroom. He looked at his wife’s long tapered legs clad in white stockings…

The off white skirt was nearly six inches shorter than her customary skirts. His

eyes widen as he took in the vision of his beautiful wife as she applied her

…End of the part6. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that walks through my door. Is that understood ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

between the two antagonists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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

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

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

alcohol.

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

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

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

Theodore’s sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

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

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

of the morning and afternoon.

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

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

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

of Anna’s fellow workers.

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

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

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

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

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

mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part15. To be continued..

air as the new young black attorney; Mr. Jerome Bettis arrived on Monday

morning.

Although the law firm was one of the oldest and most prestigious in Memphis,

Tennessee it had several financial reverses during the last three years. Up

until the arrival of the 30 year old black attorney the mood of the personnel was

decidedly on edge.

The turn about had taken place as a result of Mr. Bettis being retained by the

black employees of the Greater Louisiana Oil Company. Several of the white

officers had made rather derogatory remarks about the “black porch monkeys” under

their tutelage. As a result the black employees were on the verge of the largest

out of court settlement in the history of the country. Leading the charge and

final settlement was Mr. Jerome Bettis; former black gang member of the BGE’s and

now a up and coming young attorney; who was also the savior of the old south

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

Although the white law firm was far more racist than the Greater Louisiana Oil

Company they understood business. It was now good business to hire as a full

partner the arrogant Mr. Bettis. The good Mr. Bettis and his new friends at

Wright and Wright were due to receive their one third share of one hundred fifty

million dollars. Even the old line Southern Partners were bowing and bestowing

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

Mr. Bettis walked into the law library of the firm and started shaking hands with

the twelve senior partners. The patriarch of the firm, Mr. Bougehard Wright

welcomed the black upstart with open arms. “Anything that this law firm can

provide to make your work easier is at your disposal…” came the smiling

dribble.

Mr. Bettis had completed his homework on the prestigious law firm weeks ago. The

Research staff was unequaled and the talents of the support staff were the best

of any law firm in the country.

“Let me cut through the bullshit Bougehard. I will make this firm an obscene

amount of money this next twelve months and I will demand perfection…..and

total obedience. First I need a top notch assistant….that will be Mrs. Anna

Belvoir.. That is satisfactory to you isn’t it Bougehard ?” he arrogantly asked.

The senior partner felt his face become red with anger. Anna Belvoir was the

most senior; most competent para legal the firm possessed and she was considered

the private property of the senior partner. Her long lean frame was topped by

beautiful long red hair which she usually wore in a severe bun. Although she

usually wore conservative suits most of the young studs in the law office noticed

the 36-26-36 sleek frame. Her 36C breasts were showing only the slightest of

droop; and were topped by rock hard pencil sized nipples that became hard at the

slightest measure of arousal.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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—

It had been three days since the picnic trip and they had not played any of
their pooey games since then.

Jane spoke. “I meant to tell you Mary, that I’ve really really come alive
since we started our fun games. You are such a good good friend!”

Mary instantly shot back “Same goes for me my love. Are you in the mood or
something”

“Well yes. I have been ’saving up’ for you. It’s been two days since I
have done a bigjob you know?”

“Bathroom…?”

“Why not?”, said Jane, “let’s be conventional for once !” They laughed.
“But we can use the full floor space!”

The friends decided to strip naked. “Come on then Jane, how about a nice
squat down right in the middle of the floor.”

Jane squatted down and pulled her panties to one side. “Nnnnnnnnnnnn…..”
A big push with huge effort. “nnnnnnnn”

This went on for a few moments. Mary stood over Jane letting her finger
and lick her pussy through and round mary’s panties. Between straining of
course!

Mary said “What’s happening… oo.. that’s nice…but ..mmmm.. are you
getting anywhere?”

Jane replied, a little frustration in her voice. “My rear feels so fully
loaded, but I just can’t move it. You’ll have to help mary”

“Ok Ok…get down on all fours and I’ll take a look”

Jane did so and mary made a close examination of mary’s bum hole.

“Give another big push Jane!”

Jane did so. Mary put her tongue against Janes hole which bulged and
pushed against it.

“It’s going to have to be a finger job. Ready?”

Jane giggled her consent as Mary wet one finger first in her own cunt then
in Jane’s. Then into Jane’s bum hole.

“Well, I’ve got my finger half in and I can already feel it! Jesus..it’s a
real torpedo poo!. PUSH! I’ll try and get this finger well in and help it
out”

Jane really strained hard. Her whole body went rigid with each heave.
Mary now had her finger wedged alonside the long fat poo in Jane’s rectum.
The pressure made Jane piss voluminously right onto the floor, the piss
puddle running around her knees and lower legs. Mary curled her finger
round a little to try and help hook out the beast.

“Come on…one more BIG heave Jane!”

“Grrrrnnnnnnnnn…. yeah”

At last the first part of the poopy stick showed itself to Mary, who slid
her shitty finger out of Jane’s arse hole”

More pushing, but then a halt. Now a good four inches of turd were
sticking rigidly out of Jane.

“Jane.. I have a wondeful idea! Get up get up!”

Mary lay down on the floor and lifted her legs really high and back over
her shoulders so her cunt was aimed almost to the ceiling. With her hands
she spred and opened hur pussy, glistening wet.

Jane was staning with the monster turd sticking firm from between her
cheeks

“Now”, said Mary, “FUCK ME WITH THAT CHOCKY STICK!”

Even Jane was slightly amazed, but totally delighted! So, she turned her
back to Mary and slowly lowered her rear down until the tip of the turd
entered Mary’s gaping hole. It would go in well, it was so firm. Soon
Jane was sitting almost fully down on Mary’s twat, locked to her by the poo
now well up Mary. Slowly the two women started to gently thrust in rhythm
and the protruding turd slid in and out of Mary like a dark brown cock…

I’m not embarrassed about this (If anything, quite the opposite) to do this

justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I

prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems

much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say

specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what

happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt

me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,

the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my

affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in

late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone

there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept

on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining

room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my

suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel

clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of

the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble

at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or

two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been

behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,

It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or

occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I

certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had

gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters

mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead

when I began to lose steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and

left. That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had on the

table, you were done. This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as

friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there were limits on

the number of raises, and what they described as table stakes. No checks, no

I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had gone on for a couple of years, losing very

few players and the ‘friendly’ atmosphere was probably responsible. So, here I am

down to about $5.00 and another player went bust and left. I’d lost about 8

hands in a row. I started trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck

change. That helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about 1:30

in Saturday morning now. I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of

Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but here I was down

to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante and I picked up a pair of

kings. There were 2 quarters in raises to me which I covered and I found myself

looking at a third king and two aces in my draw. I bet the quarter I had left,

the Chief raised one quarter (He’d drawn three cards) and J, the other player

raised one. So, here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was

I really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief and somehow

or other managed to say with a straight face, I’ll cover the pot with my shirt if

I lose.

The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all

over the cards, I’ll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing

it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“I 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,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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.

–

Archive-name: Fetish/amanda.txt
Archive-author: Baby Billy
Archive-title: Amanda

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..

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..

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> 1. A cucumber won’t tell you that size doesn’t matter.
> 2. A cucumber won’t need to be sucked off.
> 3. A cucumber won’t care what time of the month it is.
> 4. A cucumber won’t lie to you about having a vasectomy.
> 5. A cucumber won’t want to come on your face.
> 6. A cucumber won’t fall asleep too soon.
> 7. A cucumber won’t fall asleep on your chest or drool on the pillow.
> 8. A cucumber won’t make you sleep on the wet spot.
> 9. You won’t find out that a cucumber is: married
> on penicillin
> trying to screw your sister.
>10. A cucumber won’t grab cash from your purse while you’re asleep.
>11. A cucumber won’t come home late, stinking of beer.
>12. A cucumber won’t run off with a cheerleader or an ex-nun.

And don’t forget:

All cucumbers are fresh and juicy.
You can keep as many cucumbers as you want.
Your mother won’t flip out finding a cucumber in your house.
Cucumbers don’t jam the freezer with food you don’t like.
Cucumbers don’t stay up until 4 and then demand that you take
care of them when they get sick.
But on the other hand, cucumbers stay up ALL THE TIME.
Cucumbers don’t mind if you enjoy them and a movie at the same time.
Nobody calls you a bigot for having a favorite kind of cucumber.
The cucumbers you raise don’t desert you.

*************************************************************************
Why a cucumber is better than a man

– the average cucumber is at least seven inches long
– cucumbers stay hard for a week
– a cucumber won’t tell you size doesn’t count
– cucumbers don’t get too excited
– a cucumber never suffers from performance anxiety
– cucumbers are easy to pick up
…End of the part2. To be continued..

“It does”, Alison said. “She really enjoys it.”

“I never said she didn’t”, Logan said. “But you girls be careful. Rogue is
not the most stable person in our team, and considering Carol, whom I know
for certain doesn’t enjoy woman’s touch, inside her head… treat her kind.
Rogue might feel that she has found love, even though the only reason you’re
doing it is the pleasure with people you can trust. Not for love, but I’m not
sure that she understands it. I wouldn’t be so sure that she can handle
rejection, thinking that she’ll have to go back to that lonely torture. It
could drive her to madness. So whatever you do…”

Alison nodded, touched by Logan’s words. After all, her relationship with
Rogue was a total mess. Rogue had tried to kill her when she had still been
a criminal, and even when they’d been teammates, there had been problems.
She had used a Rogue robot as her Danger Room opponent. What did she know
about how she took all this, what kind of feelings were involved?

“And if I think that your nocturnal activities affect your battle provesses,
I’ll put an definite end to it. Do you understand?”

“Of course”, Alison said. Logan cleared the table while she just sat there,
surrounded with her own thoughts.

“So, what should we do now? Any ideas?” she finally asked.

“It’s up to you”, Logan answered. The wind carried the sound of Gateway’s
bullhorn from his nearby hill, but the light wasn’t much compared with full
daylight. “Looks like my cab has arrived. I have to go. I’ll be back on
Saturday.”

He walked calmly outside, leaving Alison alone. She watched him walk towards
the hill, popping his claws in and out. Suddenly Elizabeth was there in spirit,
asking her how she felt. Earlier that morning Logan had told her the same as
he had told Alison, making Elizabeth first blush, then think seriously.

“So, a whole day to spend”, Alison said. “There is no mutant activity anywhere,
no visitors from outer space or anything interesting. What shall we do?

“Come in my room”, Elizabeth said. “I have something to show you.”

Elizabeth left Alison’s mind before she could object or ask anything. For a
second Alison felt quite horny, thinking of Elizabeth’s bare pussy, but then
she shrug her shoulders and entered the corridor. After all, they had all
decided not to let their sexual relationship affect their everyday life. They
still had their responsibility to other team members, and they didn’t love
each other so there was no room for any emotional soap. It was fun to run
away from the evil world for a moment, explore one’s body, enjoy each other’s
touch. If they could keep it that way, no problems would arise. Or…

“Elizabeth!” she gasped when she opened the door.

The psionic mutant was lying there on her bed, totally nude, her skin still
glistening with water. On top of her was a woman Alison had only met with a
few times, as an enemy: a six-handed swordswoman called Spiral. Two of her
hands were caressing Elizabeth’s breasts, other two were keeping her pussy
wide open and the last two were on her breasts, which were beautiful and firm.
She had pinched her nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and
harden. They dangled beautifully as she went down on Elizabeth, licking her
wet pussy softly.

Alison instinctively raised her hands to shoot Spiral with a laser beam, but
Elizabeth’s butterfly-like mind held her back. “It’s all right!” she yelled
telepathically and tried to take a half-control of Alison. During this her
physical body showed no expression of struggle. Elizabeth moaned as Spiral
caressed and licked her body, as if these two gorgeous women had been alone
in the whole wide world.

“Cant… you see… it’s all her magic…” Alison said with her last ounce
of willpower. Her eyes rolled down and she fainted for the stress, falling
on the floor.

“Is she all right?” Elizabeth moaned, going ahh between words. Spiral had
found her clitoris and bathed it with her tongue. “Don’t worry about her”,
she answered. She elevated her head and looked lovingly into Elizabeth, who
relaxed herself and took her two uppermost hands into hers.

Spiral moved up to meet Elizabeth’s lips with hers. They let their tongues
play together, then took turns probing each other’s mouth. Spiral put her
four lowest hands around Elizabeth, who returned the favor by placing her
legs around Spiral’s beautiful ass. Their nipples touched each other, but
then they held on to each other with such a force that their breasts
almost melted together. During this they kissed with fierce lust, getting
never enough of each other. Spiral bit Elizabeth’s hair and growled, and
the psionic woman opened their minds and brought them together.

“I want you”, Spiral panted. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

Elizabeth felt shivers of pleasure running down her spine as Spiral licked
her ear and gently bit it. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed it against
Spiral’s lower abdomen. The taste of this alien woman’s skin was so sweet,
and every time she licked or kissed it she wanted more. Spiral smiled and
moved into a position where their pussies met each other, and rocked her
body to cause Elizabeth almost scream for sudden pleasure.

“Oh GOD!” Elizabeth yelled, greatest smile ever on her face. No-one had
ever felt so good than Spiral, who was now running her thumbs on Elizabeth’s
…End of the part9. To be continued..

This story is Copyright (c) 1993 by Peder Ast. It is not in the
public domain, but may be freely distributed as long as it and this
header are unchanged.

The author hopes you will enjoy Eddie’s adventures. Remember
his motto, and enjoy:
ALWAYS get caught with your pants down!

The Adventures of Eddie the Exhibitionist
—————————————–

It was one of my first forays outside naked, and I was nervous
as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

I walked down the quiet suburban street stroking my nipples,
keeping my penis half hard, hoping someone would drive by and see me.
The thought made me a little more erect, so I reached down with one
hand to stroke it into full hardness. Soon my search was rewarded: a
pair of headlights rounded a corner, shining full on me. I let go of
my penis – so the driver (and, hopefully, the passengers!) could see
it better. Oh how I love it, watching their eyes widen in surprise
and dismay as I wiggle my penis at them. Using no hands, of course.

I used to flash only at windows or highway overpasses (I’ve heard
my semen splatter on more than one windshield in my time, let me tell
you), but recently that had started boring me – same old same old,
can you relate? One feverish night it occurred to me that I could
get into the car naked and drive into some quiet area, get out of the
car, and walk around the block. Someone was certain to call the
police, of course, but I figured that I could finish my tour and
drive away long before the cops arrived. In the last two times I had
actually passed the police as I drove out of the neighborhood. One
of those times I had masturbated a bit too long for an old lady
walking her dog. I think that the dog’s yapping did attract more
attention, but I was enjoying my performance so much that I lost
track of time. Boy, you should have seen her face when some of my
ejaculate landed on her dog – and the dog ate what didn’t!

The uncertainty and danger were part of what made my hobby an
exciting one. I never knew what was going to happen, except that I
was going to have one hell of a big orgasm while some stranger looked
on in shock. It’s good to have a hobby you really enjoy, don’t you
think?

Ever since I was seven years old I have enjoyed flashing. The
first time, I just got up one morning and decided to go outside
naked. I even waved at people across the street. Since then I have
done everything from leaving my pants unzipped in public (no
underwear, of course) to masturbating openly on the bus. The little
girls seem so grossed out ar the sight of a man having fun with his
penis! I guess that’s why they’ve always been among my favorite
types of audience. Of course, little boys are my absolute favorite.
My specialty is walking into a changing room at the beach, taking off
all my clothes, waltzing up to a sink naked, and jacking off into it
while five 10 year old boys try to not look like they are watching.
I usually succeed in catching the eye of one of them just as I
climax. Wonderful fun, truly memorable sex.

Anyway, you might say that roaming suburbia buck naked was a
return to my roots.

As the car approached, I started masturbating in earnest, but it
passed by too quickly, before I had a chance to climax. Damn. One
of my flashing rules: if what you want to do is ejaculate into the
sink or something, with no-one watching, stay at home. The thrill of
a routine orgasm at home alone is nothing compared with being
watched. So I went back to stroking my nipples to keep my penis hard.
It wagged and bobbed as I walked.

When I was halfway down the street where my car was parked, lights
appeared again. This time I started stroking right away, figuring
that my time was about up. As the car approached I started really
getting hot, grinding my hips and pulling on my scrotum with my free
hand. I like to put on an extremely raunchy show, with lots of
moaning and writhing and grimacing, shaking my bottom & waving my
genitals around. I really got into it this time, sticking my thumb
into my rectum and wiggling on it. I was in top form. When I was
about ready to pop my load and run for it when the car stopped. I
let go of my penis, heart pounding, erection raging purple, the
shadow cast by the headlights exzaggerating its size. I left my
thumb in, however.

Nothing happened. The car just sat there, its bright lights
shining full on me. I reached down and started to rub my penis
again, finding this bizzare and exciting situation moving me to the
point of no return, when my body takes over completely. As I neared
my climax semen started squirting out, thin at first, and then
thicker. Gasping and moaning in delight, I finally spilled over into
orgasm, and squirts turned into gobs, streams, of semen arching into
the air, brightly lit by the headlight beams.

Finally finished and still panting, I walked up to the drivers
side and looked in the window. Just as I did the naked driver
ejaculated, streamers of white goo spraying across his chest.

And that was how I met my flasher buddy Scott.

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–

Our road trip lovers are in their beachside condo on the Gulf Coast,
enjoying the sun and sand. This story may not be altered or sold without
my permission.

White sand crunches and squeaks as we head for the beach. For not
liking the two-piece swimsuit, it fits you well. Such a nice
tan…you’ll stand out against the cream colored sand.

“Dunes, or beach?”
“We’ll try both. Hope you brought the Tropic oil. I don’t wanna burn.”
“Got it here.” And down to the beach we go.

Soft lapping surf covers and uncovers the tidal beach. Spreading
your towel shows off your cleavage quite well. Since we got here
Saturday (and all the antics in the van), we have seen maybe 5
people on the beach. A twinge in my crotch signals the arousal
you seem to bring out in me. O.K., call it lust.

“May I oil you up? I promise to be discreet.”
“Please do. And no need to be discreet. Rub it all over me,
especially the shoulders. You always did my shoulders so
good….”

I fill my palms with oil and apply it to all exposed skin I can
get to. It glistens as the sun hits it. The texture of soft,
warm, slippery skin is getting to me already. I fill my hands
with you, rubbing oil everywhere the suit isn’t. Now the
back…another sensuous part of you I don’t see much of. Then
across the rear to the thighs. They slide apart slowly as I rub
them up and down. Hmmm, your toes are curling. Does it feel
that good. A barely audible purr bubbles from your throat.

“Shall I stop?”
“No, no, please keep going. That feels sooooo good.”

You’re such a little plaything; finding pleasure in almost
anything. Down to the calves, and massaging the muscles with
fingertips, and caressing skin with the palms. There’s that
aroma again. Arousal. Is it me, or you? I glide back up to the
thighs, and they part at the knees, giving me access to the inner
thighs. I tease for a bit, stopping just short of the garden.
Then back outside. Both my hands go under the leg loops of the
suit and stroke your cheeks. They tense with the feeling. I
pull the suit down below your fanny and oil up both sides and
work it in. The smell of passion is getting stronger. I plant a
tongue kiss on each cheek, and they stiffen in response. My suit
is getting tight with my own arousal.

I straddle your rear with my hips, pressing my hardness into your
firm bottom. It flexes and gives me a little squeeze. I work
the muscles with both palms. Occasionally, I sneak a hand down
to caress the swells of your breasts, flowing out of the top.
Finally, and regretfully, you are covered with oil. I lean back
to admire your form: glistening skin, brown as fried chicken,
white cheeks under me, thighs open to invite me in.

“All done.”
“But what about the front?” said with doe eyes.
“If I do your front, your back will never tan. Besides, I could
spend an hour just on that glorious bosom of yours.”
“Well, when I roll over, please do me.”

No problem.

I sit up to watch the surf quietly roll in…not quite low tide.
The beach is very wide now. Sea gulls and terns squabble over
the piece of seaweed or crab. Not a person in sight. It’s so
quiet.

I look down at you sweating. Or is that oil? Probably both.
Some ten minutes have passed. I loosen the tie for the top of
your suit…no tan lines here. I lie back down and gently rub my
hand over your back and redistribute the lotion. Finally, an
unbroken line from neck to thighs. The touch of your warm skin
thrills me. I hope I never tire of touching you. I see a smile
sneak across your face.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just like the way it feels.” A pause, then…
“I was remembering that drive we took in that sports car you had.
I was so naughty…teasing you like that. It was nice sucking
you, except for the steering wheel. You were naughty,
too…asking for a kiss down there, then backing away…”
“You didn’t see the police car across the street.”
“No…I was busy…with other things.”

My hand tarries at your fanny and rolls the palm over both
cheeks. Then the joining of thigh and hip gets caressed. A
stray finger slides inbetween thighs now just far enough apart to
allow a swipe or two. I slide closer to you. There is some heat
coming off your body.

“You feel warm. Maybe you want to roll over?”
“What did you have in mind?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

After the initial shock of the first blast of pee, I watched with fascination
and lust as a beautiful golden stream of pee sprayed out of her hot hairy
pussy soaking my face and hair. I tried to position my head so that I could
catch the stream in my mouth, but her gyrating hips kept the stream of pee
criss crossing my face. I couldn’t believe that I actually wanted her to
pee in my mouth! ‘Want’ wasn’t the right word, I needed to taste her pee. I
was going crazy with lust! My cock was bobbing uncontrollably and my balls
ached. My mouth was wide open, my tongue extended catching all the hot pee
I could as the stream moved back and forth across my face. Finally, she
stopped her teasing and aimed the hot spray right into my mouth. I gulped
down a couple of mouthfuls before she finally stopped. Using the head of
the bed for support, she raised herself to her feet and positioned herself
so that she was standing over me straddling my crotch. Placing her hands on
her hips, she closed her eyes and let go another long stream of hot pee.
Since she was not holding her pussy open this time, instead of a solid
stream, pee sprayed all over. Some sprayed on my chest, but most of the
golden liquid dripped straight down on my cock and balls.

When her bladder was finally empty, she turned around to show me her great
big ass. She got down on all fours and slowly backed her butt into my face.
I attempted to lick her pussy, but she repositioned herself so that her tight
little asshole was pressed against my lips. I had never licked a women’s ass
before, and didn’t really know what I should do. I licked it, sucked it,
even tried to bury my tongue deep inside it. Apparently I was doing
something right as I could hear her moaning softly and she began to slowly
grind her pussy against my chest.

I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as I hungrily licked her
asshole. Occasionally I would feel her mouth or tongue on my inner thighs
or balls. At first I thought she was trying to tease me, but I soon realized
that she was lapping up any pee that remained on my crotch! She was careful
to avoid my cock as I think she knew that the slightest stimulation would
make me cum.

After several delicious minutes of ass licking, she tilted her ass slightly,
pulling her asshole from my lips. Without warning she let go a large fart
right in my face! The smell was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was
so intense I felt dizzy and I almost came! She lowered her asshole back to
my lips and I resumed my tonguing with even greater passion. Several times
she tilted her hips to position her asshole directly in front of my nose
to pass gas. Each time I would inhale deeply before resuming my tongue
worship of her ass. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her ass from
my face and repositioned it about a foot away from my face. Reaching back
with both hands she pulled her big ass cheeks wide apart to expose her hot
hairy pussy and the dark brown asshole I had been sucking so feverishly.
Once again I saw her tilt her hips slightly, and I watched her little brown
asshole began to open slightly. Too my surprise, no gas rushed out. For
a moment I was confused, but then I realized what was happening. She was
going to shit on me! Although I had done things tonight that I never thought
I would do (and loved them), this was just to much! Her asshole continued to
widen and I could begin to see the end of a large turd just inside the
opening. She continued to push and I saw the turd slowly begin to emerge
from her asshole. All of a sudden, she relaxed and the turd quickly slipped
back inside out-of-site. She repeated this several times, each time exposing
a little more of the turd. As she did this I found myself beginning to feel
that crazy lust build back up inside of me until I was actually craning my
neck and sticking out my tongue in an attempt to reach her shit! After
several more teases, she finally pushed several inches of firm brown shit
out of her ass. It hung from her asshole for a moment and then dropped to my
chest. The smell was, well, you can imagine!

She continued to push, until 2 more large firm turds lay steaming on my
chest. She had shit so close to my face that I was actually able to touch
the last turd with my tongue as it fell from her asshole and landed on my
chest. When she was all done, she said “please clean me up” and once again
backed her big ass into my face. As I feverishly licked and sucked her dirty
asshole, she squirmed excitedly on my chest. I could feel her wet pussy
smearing her warm shit all over my neck and chest. I could tell that she
was very near orgasm from the twitching of her thigh muscles. Just as she
began to moan, she grabbed my cock roughly in her hand and began to stroke
it. With only a few strokes of her hand I was convulsing beneath her.
I had my face buried so deep between her ass cheeks I couldn’t even breath.
I literally went out of my mind! The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing
I had experienced before or since. I think she orgasmed too, but I was so
absorbed in the intensity of my own orgasm, that I couldn’t tell. She
continued to pump my cock until I finally relaxed and let my tongue slip
from her gaping asshole. We laid there in a smelly heap for several
minutes before she finally crawled off me. She had shit smeared on her
stomach and in her pubic hair as well as a big gob of my cum in her hair.
I must have been quite a sight too because she looked down at me, made a
face and said “yuk, what a mess!”. Grabbing some tissues from the head of
the bed she scooped up most of the shit laying on my neck and chest and
then rushed out of the room. She returned in a couple of minutes wearing
a bathrobe and carrying a pan of soapy water and a towel. Sitting beside me
on the bed, she gave me quick but efficient sponge bath. I made no attempts
at conversation as I still hadn’t regained my composure from the intensity
of my orgasm.

When my sponge bath was complete, she untied my hands and feet and handed
me my clothes. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she said “sorry to poop
and run, but I’ve got to hop in the shower. I’m already late for a dinner
date with friends. Could you be a dear and let yourself out?”. Still a bit
dazed I nodded in agreement, and she disappeared through the bedroom door.
After I got dressed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, so as
requested, I let myself out. As I made the long walk back to the dorm, I
tried to sort out everything that had happened. I couldn’t believe all the
sick things I had done, yet I had loved every minute of it! This was
definitely the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had and I hadn’t
kissed her or even seen her breasts. Hell, I never even asked her her name!

When I got back to the dorm, I took a long hot shower, trying to get
rid of the smell, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed to linger.
It was several days before I got over the shock of what I had done. I kept
thinking that you just don’t do those types of things and enjoy them.

The semester ended and I went home for the summer. My initial feelings of
shock and disgust gradually gave way to lust and the first day of my junior
year I went back to her apartment. Sweaty with anticipation I knocked on the
apartment door. Much to my dismay, I was met at the door by an oriental grad
student. He politely told me that he had moved in over the summer and had
never met the previous tenant.

For the last fifteen years now, I have been watching for her on the street,
in bars and shopping malls. But even if I never see her again, I will never
ever forget the afternoon I spent with my naughty nurse.

–

–

I have a friend in a near-by city who is a gynecologist and who
is familiar with my sexual interests, having been a guest in my home
on many occasions. When in the course of looking between spread legs
I find something that I think he might enjoy seeing, I let him know
and he returns the favor when possible.
John is several years younger than I and quite an attractive
guy. He has always been a sports nut and stays in great shape by
jogging and playing volleyball and racquetball often. He is a very
professional man but does bend the rules a bit when he knows his
patients want him to.
Whenever he calls and invites me to visit him during office hours
I know I’m in for a treat. Such an invitation means that he has a
special patient, one whom he is sure I will enjoy helping him to
examine, and who will enjoy being examined by me. Over the years
we’ve had some interesting experiences, but none more interesting than
this last.
The appointed time was 2:00 pm on Thursday, and I was there right
on time. John’s nurses are accustomed to my coming to visit and all
but one of them believes me to be another physician whom John
sometimes calls in to consult with him. That’s usually how John
introduces me to the patients as well. The one nurse who knows I’m
not a doctor also knows exactly why I’m there and enjoys my visits as
much as John and I do, perhaps even more. Donna was a nurse in my
hometown for several years and I helped her get the job with John.
You may remember her from one of my earlier stories.
The patient whom we were to examine was a pretty young girl named
Lauren. Lauren was a sandy haired girl, age 22, with long shapely
legs and fine whispy cunt hair. She was very attracted to John and
had made several comments to him which indicated she was available
whenever he wanted her. Up to this point John had flirted back just a
bit, but had mostly kept the relationship on a professional level.
When Lauren had first come to John she came for just a routine
examination and pap smear having been referred by her family doctor.
John knew there must be something more than just the routine
examination involved but hadn’t been called by the family doctor and
didn’t know exactly what to expect.
His first examination of Lauren revealed quite a bit about why
she had been referred. Lauren knew exactly why she was there, but was
quite embarrassed about it and didn’t mention it prior to John’s
initial examination. He told me most of her background as we examined
her, feeling quite free to talk openly to me in her presence, even
with nurse Donna there as well.
Lauren was lying on the examining table with her legs in the
stirrups and her gown pulled up all the way to her waist. She was
very polite and at first didn’t seem too affected by my presence,
under the circumstances. Donna stood to the left of Lauren, her hand
on Lauren’s thigh and John and I stood at the foot of the table
looking at her private parts as John talked.
“As you may have already noticed, Doctor Wade, Lauren is an
especially interesting patient, and I wanted your input concerning her
“problem”, although frankly I’m not sure that I consider it to be a
real problem, if you know what I mean.” John reached between Lauren’s
legs and pointed to her body parts as he continued.
“Her vaginal opening is normal in size and configuration, her
hymen no longer intact. The clitoris (he touched it with the tip of
his ungloved finger as he spoke) is of normal size and responds to
stimuli in a very normal fashion. (He stroked Lauren’s clit, allowing
it to swell and extend itself as we watched. Donna licked her lips
and smiled at Lauren as her hips jerked from the contact) As you can
see, the labia major are un-remarkable and have the elasticity which
one might expect at Lauren’s age and degree of sexual experience.”
(John spread her outer cunt lips open with two fingers of his right
hand, allowing me to look further inside her pussy)
“The labia minor also appear to be normal in every way, and there
is no evidence of any damage at any time from abnormal insertions or
other such activities. Lauren informs me that so far at least there
have been no such activities which have been a part of her sexual
experiences.” (I glanced up at Lauren to see her blushing rather
deeply. Donna was rubbing Lauren’s thigh lightly now and still
smiling broadly)
“The unusual thing about Lauren, as you can well see, is the
copious amounts of vaginal fluids which flow from her opening. Lauren
was reluctant at first to discuss this with me, but we have overcome
that fear now, haven’t we Lauren?”
“Yes, John, er doctor”, she said blushing even more deeply, “I
promised to be very open about it with you and I feel okay about it
now. You’ve been very good to allow me to feel the freedom to talk
honestly about it. Doctor Jones (her family doctor) seemed to be
embarrassed about it for me and I think thats one of the main reasons
he suggested I come to see you.”
“Tell Doctor Wade how this unusually heavy flow of juices affects
your daily activities, Lauren”, John requested. Donna was now
replacing the pan which had been placed under Lauren’s bottom with an
empty one and poured the sweet smelling fluid into a large vial on the
counter next to the examining table. A large drop of fluid dropped
from her left cunt lip to the metal pan, making a plopping sound as it
hit the bottom. Another drop quickly followed, making a similar but
lower pitched sound as it landed beside the other one.
Lauren began talking, her voice a bit hoarse and raspy. It was
obvious that she was somewhat aroused by the examination.
“For the last six months I have had to wear maxi pads regularly
to avoid soiling my clothing”, she said her eyes moving back and forth
nervously from Donna to me. Donna patted her thigh gently with
understanding.
“At first I thought that I must be unconciously having wet dreams
…End of the part1. To be continued..

and the base of my pleasure unit.

The blood surged through my head and I felt my cock

again stiffening to a rock-like hardness in her softly sucking

mouth. She hummed softly on it, sending shivers of sensation

through me. Her tongue worked over and around it and she began

to pump it slowly in and out of her sucking lips. It felt so

hot and slippery that in no time I was flying high again.

She steadily increased her pace, plunging down on my

burgeoning cock and then sucking gently as she lifted her head

off of it. Her right index finger and thumb encircled the base

of it and her left hand palmed my balls gently, silently asking

for another delivery of hot cum.

I couldn’t wait to oblige, and her attentions became

more strident and demanding as she took me higher and higher

into a cloud of brilliant sex-pleasure. She began augmenting

her efforts by pumping the skin of my cock up and down in rhythm

with her sucking and at the same time squeezing the shaft

rhythmically with her thumb and finger. It was like being

fucked and sucked at the same time, and it sent me completely

off my rocker. My brain seemed to be spinning at a thousand

miles an hour, cruising along at 50,000 feet. My senses were

swamped in a continuous blast of pleasure. I grasped blindly

toward the walls, trying not to collapse as my muscles seemed

almost out of my control.

I felt the warmth of her hand cupping my balls and she

gulped “Cum, cum, cum…” with each plunge onto my prick. The

vibration of her voice was indescribably pleasurable. My

breathing was hot, hard, and spasmodic when I could be sure I

was breathing at all. Then I don’t think I breathed at all for

what seemed an eternity. My muscles were all locked rigidly, my

back arched, standing on tip toes to give her as much access to

my most sensitive spots as possible. I was drowned in

incredible sex, feeling as I never had before.

Without any warning I started cumming again, feeling

like I was spurting gallons into her hot mouth, a volcanic

eruption that started in the depths of my being and boiled

inexorably toward the surface until it burst almost explosively

from my cock. Her tongue worked overtime, lashing ferociously

around my cock as her lips and fingers milked me for all I had

left. I shook and convulsed in the stuffy closet air as I came

and came, and her slippery lips clenched pleasurably on my prick

as she swallowed it all. She hummed her appreciation as she

slowed her pace to a steady, gentle pistoning that lovingly drew

out my hottest juices.

Finally I almost collapsed over her and she steadied me

with her left hand while she gently sucked and milked the last

few slippery dribbles from my softening cock. She was truly an

artist at oral sex and I knew this was a life experience I would

never forget. It was all too obvious that she loved giving such

pleasure.

Finally she pulled my softening shaft from her lips with

a smack, gave it a few soft parting licks of her cum-coated

tongue and stood up, still helping steady me on my feet.

Gasping for breath, shuddering spasticly, I gazed in

ecstasy on her shining face, and we smiled gloriously at each

other. We silently hugged and kissed again, tasting each

other’s juices on each other’s tongues, and then began to

shakily get our clothes back together.

Before she could fasten her bra I had to lean forward

and kiss and suck her magnificent breasts once more, and she

sighed and stroked my head in appreciation as I did so.

She fastened her bra and then gently squeezed my now

hanging dong and kissed me again.

“I hope we get a chance to do this again some time.” she

said, but I think we both knew that this would probably be our

only encounter. We kissed softly and deeply, silently

expressing our thanks to each other for the wonderful experience

we had shared.

Then I pulled up my pants and put on my shirt and she

zipped up her panties and pulled on her sweater. I picked up my

tie and she listened at the door for a moment to make sure no

one was walking through the short hallway outside.

Then she grinned and winked at me, turned out the light,

and exited through the door into the brightly lit hall. I

followed quickly and shut the door behind me as she turned the

corner to enter the ladies’ room. I hurried the other direction

into the mens’ room and, thankfully finding it empty, entered a

stall and sat down to dry my crotch with some toilet paper.

Then I washed my hands, quickly put on my tie and left, feeling

flushed and sweaty but tingling all over with ecstatic echoes of

the fantastic sex I had just experienced.

A few moments later I made my way back to my office,

still shaking inside, and went back to work, still able to taste

and smell the exquisite bouquet of sex. What a wonderful

afternoon it was.

–

The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in their
costumes. I didn’t really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into it
just before the party. I didn’t have a costume but she said she would get me
one if I came over to her house. She had a costume laid out when I got there.
I got a little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a hooker outfit,
complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even had lingerie for
underneath, insisting that it was a part of the costume and I needed it to
make the costume authentic. I’d never worn anything like this before. I was
so nervous about going out in public dressed this way. Gina sat me down and
did my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on very
heavy.

I don’t think I would have worn this costume if not for Gina pushing me.
The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in a deep
v. The hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter stockings.
I didn’t dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing everything! The
dress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red garter belt, panties
and a silkie bra that barely covered my nipples, let alone hold anything up.
The stockings were sheer tan and the ankle-strap sandals had 4 inch heels,
making it very difficult to walk.

I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party. It
seemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in my
nervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.
Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but the
sexy outfit and the too heavy make-up were not my style.

A friend of Gina’s, Paul, came by and asked me to dance. I tried to beg
my way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice and I
began to relax some, finally agreeing to after a bit. A slow number started
as we got the the dance floor and I found myself in Paul’s arms, turning
slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I found out that
it wasn’t really true. He pulled me tighter to him and his hands began to
wander over me in the dim light.

I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn’t
know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,
kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very
vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my
dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paul
used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.

Paul realized that I was helpless and decided to take complete advantage
of the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands methodically
stroked over me. He was exposing me to everyone! I tried to tell him to stop
but he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my mouth except
muffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that everyone was
looking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could hear quiet talking
around me as we danced and caught a few words here and there…”She’s acting
the part”….”What a little slut”.

Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me a
little too. I didn’t know what to think. All these strange feelings inside
me. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands now on my
silk panties tracing the outline of the garter tabs. His fingers really did
feel nice as he touched me. It was so wrong but it felt so good! One of his
hands slid up between us and he began to tease my breasts through the thin
material of my dress. Against my better judgement, my nipple responded to his
touch, growing hard under his gentle manipulations. The voices kept drifting
in and out as we danced….”I knew she was hot”….”She never let me do
that”….”She really is a slut”. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks
as the embarrassment of my situation increased. I couldn’t help myself as I
stole a peak through my closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was
standing around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the wanton
display of my private things. I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulled
up and all these strangers looking at my lingerie as Paul touched me and
showed me off. Paul’s finger slided slowly into my panties and eased them
down around my things. His other hand pulled the top of my dress off my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by the sleeves.

Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered
for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so
helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control over
anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed to
everyone around me.

Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me. Paul
whispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.
Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyone’s face. I
could feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to do
what he said. My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn’t have run if
I wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high heels. As
I ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands pressed tight
to the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I realized that
this was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze,
and Paul!

–

cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine

only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,

more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached

down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and

excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her

as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She

pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became

cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more

frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I

wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from

side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked

beneath me.

“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder

until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles

of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I

orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what

seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a

thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in

an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like

that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was

so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In

those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but

warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?

In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here

often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of

laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as

if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a

fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…

She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a

year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for

all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this

intense. Never.”

“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.

Just as I had always thought it might be.”

“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran

though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.

I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”

I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps

we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now

let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed

it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time

around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at

least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for

real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although

we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that

weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of

Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,

disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).

I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second

did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most

nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon

City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste

any time packing.

At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns

heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t

increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or

meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a

conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights…

End…

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Archive-title: Bikedude

It was the summer of 1989 and I was working down at the beach in a

bicycle repair shop. On the other side of the shop was a small office with a

table that was used as a rental shop. Around 5pm, two great looking girls

came in a wanted to rent bikes for the week. I immediately offered to help

and motioned them towards the office. Tammy was 5′6″, looked to be about

125lbs, blond hair, blue eyes and a killer tan. Renee was 5′1″, about 105lbs,

red hair, green eyes and yes, a great tan also. I asked them what kind of

riding they were intending on, and they said since the traffic was so bad,

they just wanted something they could get to the mall and grocery with. I

fixed them up with some touring bikes that had racks to put their purchases

in. They signed the release tickets and I watched as the two firm bodies

rode away.

I figured that was the last I would see of the two beauties until it

was time to bring the bikes back. Fortunately, I was wrong. Just as we

were closing up at 9pm, the phone rang. It was Tammy. She and Renee had

been riding around and must have encountered some glass as they both had

flat tires on the bikes. I got the address of where they were staying,

loaded up the necessary gear and took off. When I got to the apartment, I

could see the bikes sitting on the rims. When I knocked on the door and

didn’t get an answer, I started to work on the flat tires, figuring the

girls were down on the beach. As I continued working, someone snuck up

behind me and put their hands over my eyes. I was then told to stand up

slowly and not to say a word. I was led forward and soon told to sit down.

As I sat down, the hands were removed and I saw that I was in a bedroom.

Tammy was laying beside me in her bathing suit and Renee was the culprit

who had captured me. The girls said they were turned on when they saw me

riding around and had come in to the bike shop only to see me. But Tammy

had figured that if they had a problem with the bikes that I would come out

to see them. They had let the air out of the tires and called hoping to get

me. I told them I was turned on when they first came in and that I jumped

the chance to go on their service call. Renee looked at Tammy and said

“Well, I got him over here, so you do what you want with him first.” and

walked out of the room.

Tammy leaned up and pushed me down onto the bed. I could feel my cock get-

ting harder and harder beneath my cycling shorts. She reached down and

pulled her bikini bottoms off and I saw the lightest blond tufts of hair

around the pink lips of her pussy that I have every laid eyes on. She took

off her top and revealed a perfect pair of 36d’s. Now my cock felt like it

was going to explode. I helped her with my shorts and she began flicking

my nipples with her fingernails. After a few moments of this, my little

nubs were as hard as my cock. As she kept up her actions, I began working

on her nips. She began to moan very softly and spread her legs a little.

She asked if I would tie her breasts up and fuck her. I told her that I

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“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..