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

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Finally, Dr. Rotman gently pulled down the blanket, and Dr. Whetmore talked
to Ann, “See Ann, John is wearing diapers and baby panties just like a
little baby. He wet his diapers too, like a little baby. John likes to wear
diapers and to wet them like a baby, and needs his diaper changed now, just
like a little baby. You can do that can’t you Ann.”

As Ann said “Yes”, the doctor led her over to the couch and gave her a
fresh diaper. She had some difficulty at first, and John seemed to squirm
around a bit, but as Ann talked soothingly to him, much like a mother with
an infant at changing time, he settled back, and Ann finally got the diaper
on him and the panties pulled up.

Ann felt a small pin prick in her arm, then began to feel very sleepy, yet
her mind seemed sharp and clear and she could hear her friend talking to
her. She could see herself taking care of John at home at night and on
weekends, with John crawling around and playing in a big playpen. She was a
happy mommy now with her baby around the house, and loved changing his wet,
or messy diapers.

John was much happier now, and a very good baby. Sometimes he was more like
a little boy, but always his diapers reminded her and him that he was still
a diapered baby.

The doctor told her she would give Ann two sets of tapes to listen to for
the next week until their next session. One just for John and one for Ann.
They should listen to the one with words each evening before bed, then the
one with the music all night. This would help them accept their new roles
of mommy and baby much easier and help John get better and feel better much
sooner.

Each week from now on, they would come together for their appointments, and
Ann should keep John diapered at bedtime from now on, and whenever possible
around the house. If John started wetting his pants during the day, she
should scold him like a toddler and then put him in daytime diapers too.

It was Ok for John to wear diapers at work, since many of the other men
wore diapers too, to relieve stress. Later on Dr. Whetmore would introduce
Ann to other mommies who had big babies at home, so they could exchange
ideas and babysit for each other.

Ann found herself warming to these ideas, and began to like the ideas of
having John toddling around the house in just a diaper, panties and Tshirt.
If she wasn’t to have any little babies at home, at least she could have a
big baby at home.

Soon, both John and Ann were sitting chatting with the doctors, and Ann
found herself quite relaxed discussing the “needs” John would soon have. A
diaper bag, about 2 dozen cloth diapers and a dozen plastic panties, some
bottles and perhaps some special rompers and playsuits.

====

Back to the Beginning

As Ann and John left, Dr. Whetmore smiled to herself. She turned to Dr.
Rotman and said “You were a good boy today Danny. I guess by now you need
your didees changed too don’t you Snookums ??”

Dr. Rotman seemed to change before her eyes. He started snivelling and then
spoke in a little boy voice “Yes nana, me all pissy. Need didee change
peez.” and Dr. Whetmore proceeded to have him lay down on the couch and
gently changed his soaking diapers then gave him a bottle and talked gently
to the sleeping baby.

In about a half hour, the two doctors left for home. Danny was meekly
carrying his diaper bag and teddy in one hand while he held “nana’s” hand
with his other hand.

As she drove home, Janet mused to herself. Since coming to the Centre 6
years ago she never dreamed how successful this would be. She smiled as
they passed the town limits and she read the sign “Coucheville” and
translated from french to english, Diaper Town.

It was appropriately named.

Dr. Whetmore had worked in psychology and behaviour research for nearly 15
years, with 7 of those spent working on special government “brain washing”
and behaviour modification projects for various intelligent agencies. She
had learned her trade well and was considered one of the best behaviour
modification specialists in Canada, after leaving the US government service
to take up this position.

When her friend, Dr. Joyce Lovely, had told her of the need for a new
directory of Abnormal Behaviour, Janet had jumped at the chance. Funding
was virtually unlimited since many major corporations poured money into the
Centre for their research into buyer motivation, and the US and other
governments funded special projects for modification studies.

Janet’s specialty had always been paraphilia, the love of objects or things
not normally related to sexual acts. In private practise she had learned
quite a bit about what motivated certain individuals to want to wear
clothing normally reserved for the opposite gender, or to wear leather or
rubber. What had always fascinated her, though, were the infantilists or
adult babies. They wanted to wear baby clothing, especially diapers, and
then wanted to use their diapers like little babies, and be changed or fed
or treated as much like babies as possible.

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

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Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

because Rogue was so turned on, but she wanted to be sure.

Elizabeth moved down to Rogue’s breasts and started licking the nipples. They
were brown and looked really nice on her firm tits. Rogue yipped of excitement
and then arched as she approached another climax. Alison moved her finger in
circles around Rogue’s clitoris. She felt how her asshole’s muscles vibrated
once, then again – the orgasm was coming again, this time with force. “Oh
YYEEEEEEEEEESS!” Rogue screamed as she came, Alison’s both fingers climaxing
her, supporting her launch to orbit. Elizabeth took the orgasm to her and
smiled wider than ever. Alison almost came because of the sight of these two
superheroines orgasming in front of her very eyes.

“How can I ever thank you”, Rogue laughed like a teenage girl afterwards.
“After all this pain it was this easy, oh damn. I love you both.”

Elizabeth kissed her again and got up. The boys could come any minute -
“unless they’ve ended up into some brothel”, Alison said, adding that they
couldn’t know what the men did when they didn’t take women with them to
adventure – and they didn’t want them to know about this. Rogue asked if
this escapade could be done again, and both women agreed. After all, Rogue
had a lot of catching up yo do.

You asked for it. Here it is, X-Men part 2, featuring… Excalibur!

Nowadays X-Men comics are crap and I don’t follow them at all. Therefore
this story takes place some time before Acts of Vengeance, when everyone
thought the X-Men were dead and they lived in Reavers’ base. This is not
the *same* X-Men that Marvel publishes, so I don’t violate any copyright
laws, OK? It just looks and feels the same, but it isn’t. Really.

Disclaimer: As a Finn, I can’t write different dialects of English that
X-characters use. If anyone wishes, s/he may edit this story for richer
language. Send it back to me, then.

This story may be distributed freely, but if you make profit with it,
send me half of it and I’m happy. (Wishful thinking.)

In her dream Alison was running in a living corridor called Ratway whose
walls were covered with pornographic photos of Alison. She was sure that
if she slowed down the fat breath would catch her. As she ran deeper, the
pictures got harder. They showed her with ten-year-old boys, with schafers,
with whips and chains, tied upside down with her tits bleeding from several
wounds. She tried to yell that she’d never been in such pictures, but the
corridor ended in a mirror with a familiar face reaching for her body and
laughing her head off.

“Look at yourself, star”, Malice said, pronouncing “star” like a hamburger
frying in grease. Alison fired a photon beam at the mirror, and as the
mirror should have shattered into fragments the world around her did that
instead and Malice laughed as she fell into sharp darkness.

She panicked and shot several beams around, each strong enough to severely
maim a normal human being. A familiar voice called her and she jumped up.
Her bedroom lights were burning and she had shot a hole in her sheet. Storm
was ducking on the floor, shouting for her to stop.

“Alison, it’s just a dream!” she shouted as Alison’s corona cooled through
the visible spectrum and faded away. Storm raised her head above Alison’s
bed to make sure her friend was wide awake. Alison looked around, shocked
for the destruction of some of her furniture, including the mirror on the
wall.

“Oh god, it felt so real”, Alison sobbed. “Malice.”

The name made Storm understand. After all, she’d once been subject to the
powers of the evil telepath who had feasted with Alison’s emotions. That
time she’d won, nature’s child keeping her emotions her own, but the victo-
ry hadn’t come too easy.

“She’s gone”, she soothed Alison. “It was just a dream.”

Storm went to sit beside Alison and held her in her arms. Alison grabbed her
like a baby, reaching for safety. “It’s all right”, Storm said.

“Did I wake the others?” Alison asked, ashamed of herself.

“Apparently not”, Storm answered. Alison’s room was situated quite far from
the others, and she hadn’t screamed or anything. Walls in the Reavers’ base
were also quite soundproof. Wolvie would’ve heard the sounds, of course, but
he wasn’t present right now. He was in Madripoor, where he had some business
of his own he never talked much about.

Storm held Alison in her arms for minute, then for another when she noticed
that Alison had fallen asleep again. She put her gently on the bed, held her
hand for a few seconds and then put that also down. Her teammate now looked
peaceful like a satisfied newborn. Storm stood up and started walking to the
door, when sudden bright light coming from the window stopped her. She turned
quickly on her heels, ready for fighting, but then she saw a lone character
sitting on the hill, emanating the light.

“You mean me?” Storm asked, even though no-one heard her. Still, she somehow
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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Sunday, October 12th, 2008

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

(f/f, teen, ws)

‘Petronius’

Characters:

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

Sally’s Homecoming

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

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

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

– Yes. Everyone else is out. Sandra answered.

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

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

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

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

For a moment there was silence in the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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Monday, October 6th, 2008

approaching orgasm when she suddenly stopped teasing her swollen clit and
spread her pussy wide with both hands. I was admiring her beautiful pussy
now fully engorged and literally dripping with juice when a squirt of hot
pee hit me square in the face. In all the excitement of being tied up and
watching my chubby nurse masturbate, I had completely forgotten that it was
my sarcastic comment about watching her pee that begun this adventure.

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.

–

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Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Lauren’s Leaky Lips

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..

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Monday, September 22nd, 2008

tongue push out through her lips to lick the front of my balls

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.

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Working jenny txt part8

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my

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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Working jenny txt part7

Monday, September 15th, 2008

erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away

and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled

the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said

“Aren’t you at least going to take your shoes off?”

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I

stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I

wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my

shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of

course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my

pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still

somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I

pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the

dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it’s maximum size though still

pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she

saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky

voice she said, “That was magnificent.” as she reached over to turn the

light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to

mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of

clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn’t stop

pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up

and placed her hand on my chest. “Anybody ever tell you how attractive you

are?”

Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on

her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and

forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,

deeper.

Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck

softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things

were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either

one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and

moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling

it’s weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I

rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she

arched her back.

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair

before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of

pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my

cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt

wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans

and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down

and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took

it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly

between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away

from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up

and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard

when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms

…End of the part7. To be continued..

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Working doctors txt

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

Archive-author: Honey Sweet

Archive-title: Doctor Visit

I love going to the doctor. Not many women do, mind you, but mine is

special. Every time I go in for an examination, I come out from a treatment!

It starts out like any other office visit, but then when we get into the

examination room, its a whole other world. As he sits down at the table, he

tells me to go behind the screen and undress. I put on the paper gown and come

out from behind the screen and sit on the table. As he gets up to begin the

exam, I notice an ever increasing bulge in his pants.

He comes over to me, removes the paper gown and starts to suck my tits.

First he lightly licks the nipples, then he takes them in his mouth and starts

to suck them. As he sucks my tits I reach over and undo his pants. I reach in

and take hold of his now rock hard cock. As I begin to rub his cock, he

reaches down and starts to run a finger up and down my slit.

Naturally at this point I’m dripping wet and can’t stand it any more. I

get down off the table and I start to suck on his cock. First I lightly flick

my tongue around the tip. Then I start to move down the underside very slowly.

This drives him absolutely wild! As I get down to his balls, I start to suck

on them while I rub his hard cock. Just as he is about to explode, he grabs

me, throws me on the table, opens my legs wide to expose my wet steamy cunt,

and rams into me. Right about now I’m starting to quiver and shake and he

begins to match my rythym.

He starts to pump faster and harder while at the same time I reach around

and grab his balls. I grab both his balls and squeeze as hard as I can. Just

as I squeeze for the third time, he gives one final hard jam and cums. Mind

you, we both cum good and hard, but we can’t make any noise because of the

other patients.

But let me tell you…I sure as hell love going to the doctor!

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Working bikedude txt part2

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

had not tried bondage but for her I would try. She reached under the bed

and pulled out some rope and shoestrings. I had her sit up and took a

long length of rope and tied her arms behind her back. I took a second

length of rope, tied one end to the rope holding her arms and then started

making figure eights around her chest, going each time between her breasts.

I asked her what the shoestrings were for and she said to tie them tightly

around her nipples, making sure to leave plenty of string to get a grip on

after her nipples began to swell. After doing this, I lowered her back onto

the bed and tied her ankles to the bed posts. Seeing her this helpless on the

bed was driving me wild, so I reached over and gently tugged at the strings

on her nipples. She began to moan and I could wait no longer. I pulled

my shorts down and positioned myself 69 style over her. She latched on to

my cock and began sucking and licking. I began licking her pussy and tugging

at her strings, which made her moan ever more. I didn’t want to cum yet, so

I moved down to her pussy and began to suck her clit, all the while pulling

strings.

With her pussy dripping wet, I stopped and she told me that there was a

double headed dildo in the drawer next to the bed. Getting into the grove,

I told her she had to be a real good girl before I would let her cum. Just

then, Renee walked back into the room and joined us on the bed. She said

Tammy had been bad all day long and needed to be punished. I was glad to

oblige. Renee straddled Tammy’s chest and untied the strings from her

nipples. She took her finger and ran it between the lips of Tammy’s pussy

and began rubbing her own lips and clit. As this went on, she would use

the palm of her other hand to gently graze the swollen nipples before her.

Tammy started to buck and grind under Renee, and she knew it would not take

much more for her to cum. Renee got off of her chest and picked up the dildo.

She gave us a slutty look and started to go down on the monster rubber cock

with her mouth. She turned it around and did the other side, slid it down

her chest between her breasts, and put one end into her pussy. As she pumped

it in and out of her hot box, she pushed the other end into her ass. As her

knees got wobbly, she dropped to the floor in front of me and started to suck

my dick. I reached down and twisted her nipples as she sucked me as she kept

a steady rythym in her pussy and ass with the dildo. Tammy could do nothing

but lie on the bed and watch. Renee pulled the dildo out with a pop and

pulled me to the floor and into her pussy. It didn’t take long until she came

and I was not far behind. As I started to cum, I pulled out of Renee and

quickly put my cock in Tammy’s mouth. She was wild with lust after watching

us screw right in front of her and sucked me off real fast. For this, I slid

dildo into her cunt and asshole. I twisted her nipples and she came shaking

and grinding the dildo into my other hand.

I quickly untied Tammy, and massaged her arms and neck, which led to my dick

starting to springing back to life. She took it in her hands and began to

jack me up and down. We laid down on the bed facing each other as I started

to rub her clit and Renee joined us directly behind Tammy. Tammy slid my now

hard cock into her sweet pussy and Renee slid the end of the dildo into

Tammy’s ass and into her pussy. The feeling of that rubber cock head rubbing

against my head through the thin skin between her pussy and her asshole was

fantastic. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I reached around and fingered Renee

in the ass and just as I did she came. Tammy came again, almost as hard as

before and her clutching pussy muscles were taking me to the edge. Tammy slid

a finger into my asshole and that was all I could take. I pumped her pussy

full as Renee kneaded my balls to get every drop of cum out. I pulled out of

Tammy and when I had slumped off the bed into a chair, Renee pulled the dildo

out of her pussy and reached into the drawer and pulled out another two headed

dildo. Tammy rolled over and got on her hands and knees as Renee slid on end

of one dildo into Tammy’s ass and the end of the other dildo into Tammy’s

pussy. Renee got on her hands and knees and put the ends into her holes and

started to move back and forth. I was getting hard again watching these two

go at it, but man did my balls hurt.

The girls were going at it as hard as they could, shoulders to the bed, one

hand on the clit and one hand going from nipple to nipple. I was now stroking

at a pretty fast pace and could feel my balls burning. As they came, I stood

up and shot two short squirts on their backsides and that was all I could get.

I ended up spending the night with them and visited them a couple more times

before they left, but that I’ll save for a later story.

–

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Flirty Asian Nurse Fetish

Sunday, August 10th, 2008

DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part14 He lifted her up letting the panties fall off her ankles and onto the floor, then set her back down so that he could get that action. He pushed her legs apart, so that now she was leaning on him. He lowered himself so that his cock was right near her cunt. He reached down beneath her legs and probed inside her with a finger. She was a little wet, probably from a dream she was having. He began working his finger in and out, making her wetter and wetter. He felt her body twitch from the fingering. She must be having some dream, he thought to himself. He pulled his finger out and stuck in her mouth, letting her own juices mix in her mouth. She was set. …End of the part14. To be continued..

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part4

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

knock at the door.

Straightening herself up and rushing to the door with a professional face, she

opened the door after unlocking it nervously. There stood the object of her

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he said stepping into the small tasteful office of Dr.

Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to greet him.

In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a mock romanticism, Mac

took her hand and kissed it like he would the delicate hand of a princess. She

noticed his eyes widen slightly with erotic intent. She thought at first he had

caught her in the act of solitary pleasure, and a second later it was obvious he

had, his sparkling eyes projecting that knowledge. She flushed as she realized

the evidence was right there under his nose, he could feel the slight dampness

and taste the remnants of her womanly secretions on her hand.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

“No, I was just getting some work done,” she replied, taking her hand away.

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

“I just wanted to say hello, that’s all,” he said stepping closer. She could feel

his magnetic personality pulling her towards him. Even the deep character lines

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

“Well, hello. I am really sorry, but I must be going,” she said, picking up her

books to leave and to get as far away from him as possible.

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

She walked briskly to her classroom, thinking about his stare of sexual innuendo.

He had degraded her again with just the look in his eyes. The knowledge that he

knew she had been touching herself made her want to go and hide forever, but it

also made her feel extremely randy. Mac always made her randy; in fact, it was

his specialty. He could make any situation erotic no matter what they were doing.

Once in the early days of their courtship, they had been sitting at a play. He

started letting his hands wander, holding her close, whispering tantalizing

thoughts in her ear – thoroughly letting his magnetic charm make her weak at the

knees. He exuded sex from every pore in his body like it was a hormonal

pheromone. They could have been at a funeral and she would have gotten excited.

Dragging herself back from the faculty meeting for the Science department, Janine

couldn’t believe her newfound situation. Part of her hated Mac for everything he

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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part3

Saturday, July 26th, 2008

Lydia rolled her eyes as she chuckled at her colleague’s behavior. With her

innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup, she portrayed a natural beauty. Her deep

brown orbs reflected sympathy with their warm, enticing stare. She was an

optimist and felt everybody needed a fair chance to prove themselves. She hadn’t

officially met Dr. Jones, but she followed his work very closely. In her heart

and mind, she knew that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the

participants in this current childlike discussion. She sat listening to them like

it was just another form of entertainment without any merit whatsoever,

entertaining none the less. She, herself, had received her job because of her

father, General Frank Trent. The government-funded research, that the University

relied on, created a need to keep the relationship congenial between the two

institutions. Her parents had planned her whole life. Her only time of freedom

was in college, where she found her sexuality. Yet, due to her strict upbringing,

she denied herself happiness with her only true love, Kate McCormick. They were

buddies, who had met one fateful Saturday night in the TV lounge at their

dormitory keeping each other company while the rest of the campus partied until

dawn.

“And why are you laughing, Lydia? You should know as well as I do that good men

are hard to find,” stated Dianne, who had always thought of Lydia as an old maid

type. By the time she would get around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks

would be gone and she would be left high and dry. “Or low and wet,” Dianne

thought to herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.

She was horny as always.

“Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex life, I must

go to my class,” Lydia remarked absconding from the troubling chatter, which by

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

“She really should get out more often,” said Dianne nonchalantly, not noticing

the look of distaste on Janine’s face at the uncalled for jibing of her best

friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and walked back to

her office. Once inside, she sat down heavily in her chair. She couldn’t keep her

mind off Mac because her mind kept recalling the long sexy nights she had shared

with him. It was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred,

that enticed her and drove her to love him further. The gentle way he would kid

about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive language he used while

making love and the overall sexy way he looked at her with his large inquisitive

eyes, all made her melt like butter in her seat.

Soon the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and she began to

thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust. “A finger or two would

do,” she thought as she closed her eyes. She had plenty of time, until her first

lecture. Slowly, as if it moved on its own, her right hand crept down to pull up

her dress. One hand found a breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking

wet panties. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in contact

with her slick, feminine perfumed sex. Through her lust filled daze, she heard a

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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part14

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

“Let me undo this terrible contraption here. It’s really not good to be wearing a

bra during a massage.”

Lydia didn’t say a word, as the brassiere was unclasped, feeling Charlotte’s warm

hands caress her bare back. She let go of all pretenses as she turned over

letting the bra fall from her ample breasts. The dress slinked off her shoulders

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

“I know this is not appropriate, but dammit I want you,” whispered Lydia into

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

Their breasts pressed together for the first time, Lydia’s naked mounds pressing

against the soft cloth of Charlotte’s sweater. Lydia pressed her lips to the

passionate girl’s mouth. Their two tongues touched for the first time in an

intimate kiss. Slipping out of her dress, Lydia motioned for Charlotte to do the

same. As more of the innocent girl’s olive skin began to show, the more Lydia

desired to touch her.

Lydia lay back as Charlotte explored her first woman sexually, soft tender

explorations meandering over Lydia’s body. Her breasts were cradled in loving

hands as a soft mouth suckled her hardened nipples. A thigh wedged itself between

her legs when Charlotte pressed the moist lips of her womanhood against Lydia’s

thigh after sitting astride her leg. Lydia let her rub herself on her as they

kissed. Then, with a sudden jerk like magic Charlotte’s eyes fluttered with her

first orgasm.

Lydia held her in her arms softly, stroking her sweaty brow. Slinking down her

body kissing olive colored flesh, Lydia found two treasures begging to be

touched. The tiny nipples sprouted from the firm, spongy flesh. Her lips traveled

down to a pierced navel and sucked the metal hoop into her mouth. A trail of

kisses followed her hands to the soft curly fur of the girl’s vagina. Lydia

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

The next morning early in the Faculty lounge. Dr. Maxwell Jones and Dr. Janine

Sloane stood by the Mr. Coffee laughing over the latest Dilbert comic strip and

Dianne peered over her mug in jealousy as they left almost holding hands.

“Good Morning,” chirped Ron in his usual snobbish way.

“Hello, Ron.”

“It looks like our new recruit and Dr. Sloane are getting quite comfortable

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

“I don’t know. I think they have some things in the past in common. Probably a

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

…End of the part14. To be continued..

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