Erotica Stories

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 wispy 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 that's 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 unconsciously having wet dreams or something and tried very hard not to think about sex. But not thinking about sex didn't seem to make much if any difference, and the wetter I began to get the harder it became for me not to think about sex. I had to begin carrying another pair of panties with me all the time and was always afraid to wear slacks or jeans. Before long I was carrying two extra pairs of panties and it finally occurred to me to try the maxi pads. They are doing the job now, but I have begun having to change them often now as well. I don't know what I'll do if it gets worse than it is now." The pan was rapidly being filled by the dripping pussy so beautifully exposed to us. The aroma of cunt juice was strong in the small examining room and Donna was beginning to get that glow which was to me very familiar. "How often do you have sex, Lauren?", I asked, matter of factually. "I'm not dating anyone at the moment, Doctor", she explained, "and up until a week or so ago was not masturbating at all. I was afraid to, frankly, thinking that it would only make matters worse than they were. Doctor John and Donna convinced me that it would be alright for me to masturbate and it has been such a relief to me to be able to that I have been masturbating daily lately and sometimes more often than that." "When you do masturbate, do you think of especially kinky things, Lauren?", I asked. Lauren seemed to accept my questions with no qualms and appeared to be trying to answer them honestly. "Well, yes, I suppose so. At least, I suppose most people think those things are especially kinky." "If we are to help you it will be necessary to know more detail about those fantasies, Lauren. Do you feel comfortable about telling us more about that, or would you rather talk with Donna or Doctor John alone about them?" Donna was changing the pan again and taking a tissue was dabbing it against Lauren's wet slit, serving to only slightly delay the plop plop in the new pan. Lauren's legs were now covered with goose bumps from her calves clear to the tops of her thighs. "I don't mind telling you about them", Lauren said, "they are mainly just fantasies about being with more than one man at times. I have some fantasies of the D/s type and some with a slight bit of s&m in them as well." Lauren's clitoris was now obviously extended, its small cock-like shape sticking out from the hood at the top of her squirting fuck hole. "Do you fantasize about being with women as well, Lauren?", I asked. Donna looked at me and smiled very broadly. "No...well....Yes, I do. I do. I know that's awful, isn't it? But I do." She turned her eyes to Donna and then quickly looked away from her and over to the wall on her right. Donna slid her hand up higher on Lauren's leg, her chest now rising and falling with the passion that she was feeling. Lauren's hips gave a small jerk. "Doctor John, have you observed first hand what effect manipulation of the patients swollen lips and clitoris seems to have on her release of fluids?", I asked, trying to sound very professional. "That is one of the reasons that I called you in on this one, Doctor Wade. I have felt that such an examination might prove fruitful, but wanted another opinion first. I explained that to Lauren when I told her that you were coming to be with us, and she understands how it might be helpful." "Lauren, it is important that you understand and accept that the fantasies which you enjoy are very normal and that it is understandable that you have them. Even the guilt that you seem to feel with respect to bi-sexual relations is quite normal and is part of what makes it so exciting for you. As we continue our examination we will be playing on those fantasies a bit in order to have a clear picture of your responsiveness. Does explicit sexual talk excite you?" "If you mean does it turn me on to be talked dirty to, yes, it does excite me very much", she answered quickly. Her hips were moving regularly now, as if they had a mind of their own. "Then you will understand when I use those words with you as the examination continues. Donna, I suspect, has quite a bit of experience in manipulating juicy pussies, and we will ask her to help us with the examination. Do you mind if Donna plays with your cunt, Lauren?", I asked. Lauren swallowed hard and her hips moved even more noticeably as she answered. "No, I don't mind at all...not in the least." "Good", I replied. "Donna, I am going to continue questioning Lauren, and as I do I would like for you to finger fuck her just as you would any wet pussy. You may feel free to stroke her clit and to insert as many fingers inside her as you like. I would only ask that for the time being you not block our view of her naked slut bottom." "Yes, Doctor", Donna replied and began sliding her hand downward toward Lauren's exposed hole. The first contact of Donna's soft hand with Lauren's juice pouring cunt nearly lifted Lauren's body from the table as her hips jerked upward uncontrollably. Lauren moaned softly, her face now flush with excitement. "None of us has ever seen a cunt like yours, Lauren", I said, evenly. "Oh, we've seen slut cunts before. We've seen slut cunts that have been pierced and had rings inserted in them. We've seen slut cunts that have been scarred by the insertion of huge objects, both animate and inanimate. We've both been called on at times to remove huge objects from hot little twats that just had to be fucked by coke bottles or other such dangerous items. But we've never seen anyone who actually runs with fuck juice as you do." Lauren was breathing hard now and Donna was sliding two fingers freely in and out of Lauren's pussy, her head laying gently on Donna's right leg as she played with the pretty cunt. "We realize that it is often an inconvenience for you to be so dripping wet all the time, but we are also aware, as surely you must be too, that it is also rather handy to have a cunt which is ready to be fucked at any moment. Those who enjoy the taste of female fuck as much as Doctor John and nurse Donna and I do certainly find a hole such as yours a true delight." Donna added a third finger as she began kissing Lauren's soft thigh. Lauren was hunching hotly now and her breathing could be heard throughout the room. "Do you like for someone to drink from your spurting fountain, Lauren?", I asked. Lauren opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. Clearing her throat nervously and reaching out to touch Donna's leg under her white dress she replied, "Yes...yes, I love to be kissed there." Donna moved backward, giving the trembling Lauren more convenient access to her legs and ass. "You love to be eaten? To let men and women rub your dripping cunt in their face? You love to spread your precious legs open and hunch your clit against someone's nose or chin?" Lauren's hips began bucking fiercely now and Donna put in yet another finger, rubbing her thumb against her hard clit and pressing all four fingers hard to the bottom of the slithery slit. "Yessss!" She almost shouted the affirmative answer. "Yesss, I love it. I need it! I want it NOW!" She trust her hips hard against Donna's invading hand, grinding them in a large circle as if trying to wind herself onto the nurse's arm. "And do you enjoy the taste of female fuck as well, Lauren? Do you enjoy eating pretty wet pussies and sucking clits between those soft lips of yours? Do you crave the smell and the taste of cunt juice?" "YESSSS!! You know I do!....Gawd!!!! What you are doing to me!!", she replied, beside herself with passion. She now had her hand between Donna's legs and was sliding two fingers under her panties and into Donna's anxiously awaiting hole. The pan beneath her own cunt was overflowing now and the bubbly giz was running down the front of the examining table in a steady stream. Walking over to Donna's side and looking straight into Lauren's eyes I pulled Donna's skirt up to her waist, allowing Lauren to see the pretty thighs that were spread opened for her and her own fingers pumping in and out of the bi-sexual nurses bottom. "Do you want some juice, Lauren? Do you want to taste some female fuck? Tell us, Lauren. Tell us, you trembling little slut!" "YESSSSSSS!!!! Gawwwwd Yessssss!! Please!!", she cried, her body now alive with passion, her hips pumping, her hand working feverishly at the nurse cunt in front of her. Donna was moving her hips appreciatively and was beginning to work her thumb into the wild river of juice that was hers to do with as she wished. Reaching to my left I took the vial of vaginal fluids from the table and walked around Donna to Lauren's head. I swirled the vial full of juice around and around in front of Lauren's face, letting her see the glass full of her own fucking lubricant. Holding the glass vial to her lips I spoke to her hotly, but quietly. "Open your mouth, my little bird, and be fed. Drink the nectar of birth, the liquid of love, the slush of sex. Feel it coat your tongue and your throat as it pours into your body as few if any women have ever experienced it." I tilted the vial back as Lauren opened her mouth widely, pouring the whitish gism into her mouth and watching delightedly as she swallowed drink after drink of her own fuck juice. Donna was going wild now, her hips fucking themselves back on Lauren's distracted hand, her left hand reaching behind her to hold Lauren's wrist steady as she screwed her own needy cunt against the juice drinking slut's fingers. As I lifted the vial from Lauren's lust distorted face, Donna shoved her whole hand into Lauren's pulsating pit, screaming out in her own orgasm. Lauren gasp, her mouth open, strings of her own fuck juice stretching spider-web like from the top of her mouth to the bottom. At first nothing came out and her body rose into the air and seem to freeze there as if time were standing still. Then suddenly a deep scream began somewhere within Lauren, hissing out at first and rising in volume as it escaped her. Her body began trembling violently and I reached out to hold her shoulders down for fear that she would somehow throw herself from the table. John reached forward and held her legs to the stirrups, watching with astonished delight as her body convulsed in front of us, twisting, turning, humping, hunching, thrusting in wild passion, her crazed orgasm erupting like a volcano inside her. As her contractions began losing intensity, John, beside himself with lust for this wonderfully responsive woman, took his rock hard cock from his pants. Taking Donna's wet arm from between Lauren's legs and removing her hand from the still trembling hole, he rammed his dick into Lauren and began fucking her deeply. I took Donna into my arms and kissed her deeply as John fucked the moaning Lauren. Then turning her around and bending her over so that she could kiss Lauren's fuck scented mouth, I ripped her wet panties from her bottom and spreading her pert anus with juice from her well fingered cunt began screwing her in the ass. John and I were two pistoning animals, fucking the two women with all the might our hips could provide, driving our bodies forward, and grasping at the submissive slut waists before us. Donna's tongue was driving deeply into Lauren's mouth, licking at the remains of cunt juice that were there, trying to drive itself down into Lauren's throat as deeply as the cock that was ripping into her bowels. The noise we were making had not gone unnoticed in the office, and one of the young nurses opened the door to see if everything was alright. I turned to see her with her hand at her mouth and pulled her by her arm to me roughly as I continued fucking her fellow nurse and pressed her mouth to mine, pulling her vibrant young body to me forcefully. She fought my advances at first, but as my tongue began doing battle with hers and as her nostrils filled with the strong scent of sex in the room she kissed me back deeply, rubbing her body against mine as my hips pumped her friend full of thick man meat. John began coming, grunting as the streams of white hot cum shot through his pulsating member. He raised his hands, carrying Lauren's smooth legs upward with them as he clenched his teeth and spurted out his sperm into his patient. I felt the young nurse reach for my balls to stroke them as she kissed me, and ran my hand down over her tight ass, pulling her skirt up and squeezing her tight cheeks tightly as my own orgasm erupted within me. Nurse ass drove back against my crotch as Donna fucked back on my spurting cock and nurse cunt rubbed itself against my left thigh as the newest member of our group fucked herself against me. It felt as if my insides were being pulled out of me through my dick as Donna's talented anus clenched and opened and milked my throbbing member dry. Spurt after spurt flew into her, long streams of thick cum, over and over again until I felt as if I would fall weak-kneed in the floor from its force as it poured out of me. Finally it was over. I continued kissing the nurse in my arms as I regained my strength and as my softening dick slid from Donna's well used asshole. Moving from in front of me and kneeling behind the very hot nurse, Donna began licking at her now very wet bottom and ate her to a climax as she continued rubbing her tits and crotch against my thigh. Her orgasm was strong and sweet and when John and I walked from the office we left the two nurses kissing each other in the floor beside the examining table. We allowed Lauren to rest for a while and then continued our examination, allowing the other nurse to participate with us as well. When we were done Lauren's cunt was no longer spilling its precious juice into the room, but had become quite dry, at least by her standards. With her permission we took her to John's house for the night and allowed her to sleep there rather than returning home. The next morning we began using her again, and used her continuously for most of the day. Over the next several days we were able to reduce the amount of time we spent using Lauren continuously bit by bit until her cunt was able to go as long as eight hours at a time without leaking its fragrant and delicious fluid in its stream-like fashion. Lauren was pleased with the results of her treatment, relieved that she could at least get through a normal day's work without the "problem" she had struggled with for so long. John keeps me posted with respect to Lauren's condition. A recent call seemed to indicate that she was going into remission to the extent that further treatment may be necessary. I can hardly wait!  Back to top

Pamela's Panty-hose? Nevermore! 

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

Panties 

THIS IS A TRUE STORY 

I remember when I was in 7th grade and my sister was a junior in high school I would hurry home from after school everyday before my sister got home so I could go in her room and go through her drawers looking for her underwear. I couldn't wait to relieve myself of the hard-ons I used to get in class thinking about rubbing my penis with her white nylon panties. Most of the time I would run home and knock on her door to check if she was home. When she wasn't I would take her panties and bra to my room and dress in them. I would work myself to a frenzy masturbating in her panties. I don't know what it was but the feel of those nylon panties on my penis drove me insane! Sometimes I would also take her bra and cup it around my penis and masturbate. My favorites were her white nylon panties although she also had them in pink and blue. A few times I masturbated with them but I had to be careful not to ejaculate in them since she only had one of each and would know if they were missing. I also dressed in her stockings although I didn't like them too much. Over the summer that year when I would be home all day and she would be in summer school I would wear her underwear around the house all day. I would hide them under my bed when she got home and put them back on when I would go to sleep. One time she almost caught me when I fell asleep in them and she came home and knocked on my door but luckily I awoke just in time to cover myself with the bed sheets before she walked into my room. I would always shower after she took one because she would leave the panties she had just worn in the hamper. Before I took the shower I would take her panties and smell them and I could smell her sweat on them. A few times I was even lucky enough to find a few pubic hairs on the panties and I would save them. I would then wrap the panty around my hard penis and masturbate with it sitting on the toilet until I ejaculated into them. I then had to rinse out the cum on the panty and shove it on the bottom of the hamper under all the other cloths. In 8th grade I always wore her panties under mine to school. Since I had gotten bigger they were rather tight but I sure didn't mind! Before every school year my mom would buy her new stock of panties so I would have more to choose from every year. I especially liked the ones with days of the week printed on them. Over the summer after I graduated from grammar school I vowed to see my sister's pussy since she would be going away to college and I had never seen it before. I would try to walk in "accidentally" when she would be changing in her room but I never saw without her underwear on and she would scold me for not knocking before I went in her room. I thought about undressing her panties when she would be sleeping but that was too risky to try. I would jack off every night thinking about it but it never happened. When she went off college I had taken panties and bras to keep since she was taking all her cloths and underwear. I'm sure I'm not alone in my endeavors. I used to to think it was just me and this fetish I had for girl's underwear but I've read many books on sexuality and have found that many boy's in their teens have worn their sister's underwear. So I welcome all of you out there who have found great pleasures and satisfaction from wearing girl's panties and bras to send in your stories to this board and share your story as I did and I'll gather them all in one file and send it out to other boards and in turn encourage more to share their experiences with us. If you decide to send in story please name it PANTIES# where # could be a 3 digit number so I can gather them and combine them. If I get a lot of files I shall upload it on this board all the combined files under panties100.   Back to top

Your First Shreds 

The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your faults - I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow paper with the blue and red lines for Pete's sake - and you tell her to go to hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at your old friend Fred's the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers, has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie. Like a damn fool you didn't get her phone number. On the way home you drop by Fred's place. Fred looks like a large bear. His house looks like where you'd expect a large bear to live. Stringy furniture. Not very much light. Books everywhere. Longnecks empty of home brew. Peanut shells on the floor (or are they acorn hulls?) Fred must have one of every computer Apple ever made. He does something with cars and computers for a living. You and Fred pop a couple of home brews. They say SHREDS BIG BEAR BRAUN in sort of fake German letters, done with a computer. You never forget your first Shreds. If you survive it, anyhow. "Yeah, Laurie's something else. Teaches high school. Phone number." He does something with a computer and her name and address and phone number eventually pop up on a screen. While the computer disks whir, your mind wanders back to Fred's party the other night. Fred loves to roll back the peanut shells and turn on the old time rock and roll. You boogied with Laurie and watched her feet move in those little green shoes that looked like slippers. She wore a soft purple sweater and when her huge boobs bounced to the music her big nipples showed right through her bra and poked the backs of your hands. The skinny girl glared. The backs of your hands are still burning. The computer prints out Laurie's address and phone number. You gulp down the rest of the longneck. You go home and call Laurie. You feel like a high school kid. Even her voice has big boobs. Sure she'd like to have dinner at your place tomorrow evening. Her voice bounces "bye" and you put the phone down not quite believing it. You've got a date with Laurie. You fall into bed worn out. Suddenly your dick's as hard as the nozzle on a fire hose. You think about those crazy nipples on the backs of your hands and you cry out "Laurie, Laurie, Laurie" when you cum. That's all you remember. The next day after work you pick up a couple of steaks and go home and vacuum a little and throw away the newspapers and take a shower and do all the other shit you do when you're having a girl over to dinner. Shreds doesn't seem to quite set the mood you want, so you open a bottle of red wine to go with the steaks At 6:30 the doorbell rings and there's Laurie. Her big smile and those incredible green eyes seem to light up your whole apartment, but what you notice most is her cleavage peeking out of a scoop-neck white blouse. She looks at where you're looking and you see her blush a little. Her big ass bulges under her purple skirt. You stumble out "Hi! C'mon in" and she walks into your apartment, her big eyes bright. You talk about a lot of things while you grill the steaks and get dinner on the table, about her school and how much she cares about the kids. You can't take your eyes off her, her big laughing green eyes, her huge boobs riding up when she lifts her fork. She's fun to talk to. As for dinner, you could be eating oatmeal for all you notice. Maybe she feels the same way. After dinner you put some music on the stereo and sit down on the couch and talk some more. You feel her big butt move closer to you on the couch and you know what to do. You fold your arms around her and kiss those big luscious lips. Her tongue is soft and just a little bit rough. She smells like a girl. You touch the bare tops of her breasts and she gently pushes your hand away. You hold her and kiss her a little while longer and then tell her you want to make love with her and gently guide her to your bedroom. You turn on the lamp by your bed, and she turns it off again. "I'm just not ready for you to look at me yet. Not tonight. Maybe sometime." In the dark, you both slip out of your clothes. You open several snaps on her bra and her huge boobs flop out into your hands and both of you fall onto your water bed together. You kiss her mouth again and then your lips move to one of her luscious nipples. It fills your mouth all warm and nubbin. One hand moves down over her back and over the shelf-like top of her enormous butt. Your other hand glides over the gentle curve of her tummy, to her big hairy pussy-mound. She presses even closer to you as you kiss her mouth again. Your finger gently spreads her fat pussy lips, wet and luscious. Buried deep inside them you find her clit, hard and knobby in the soft fat cunt lips. Your fingers gently close around its protruding tip, then your middle finger slides down to rub it. She moves her big butt gently in your hand. Her huge boobs press against you. "You're so lovely, Laurie. I wish I could see all of you," you whisper. "Soon", she murmurs. "Put your dick in my pussy now. Don't cum inside me tonight, I'm not ready." Your cock's hard as a poker. You mount her big body, slipping one hand under her luscious butt while your other hand guides your cock tip through the enormous cunt lips, all flooded now with warm wet pussy juice. Your first fuck thrust gives her all you've got, and she moves that big butt to meet it. Her big body blends into the water bed mattress, until it feels like you're fucking a whole world of big luscious woman. Her enormous boobs push against your chest. She murmurs "Suck my Titties" and you pick up a fat flopper and take its hard nipple into your mouth. She moves her butt even more and starts making cumming noises. You keep up the fuck thrusts and she keeps cumming. Her tight pussy squeezes and sucks at your dick, and you know that your dick isn't going to take no for an answer for very much longer. "Let me suck you off now," she says, and you slip out. Somehow she rearranges herself so your hands can reach her boobs, and she daintily opens her mouth around your love banana. She knows right where the tip of her tongue will do the most good, and you know there's no more holding back. You cry out "Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie" and pour out your salty fuck juice onto her teasing tongue. She keeps on teasing as she sucks out every drop. You embrace her and hold her big body close, totally exhausted, folding her into your arms, sandwiching your body in between her soft warm body and the soft warm water bed. You just want to lie like that and sleep with her forever. She breaks the spell. "I'm sorry, but I've got an awful day tomorrow. I've just got to get home and get some sleep. You just sleep. Call me tomorrow." You hold her and kiss her once more and then she's gone. Laurie. Somehow you get through the next day. Your head's spinning around those enormous boobs. As soon as you know she's home from school you call her. There's that incredible warm voice. "T.G.I.F.," she chuckles. "Let's meet at the flea market tomorrow. I'm looking for a toaster oven. Meet me around 9 where that old Chicano man sells vegetables. You know Isidro." The Spanish name rolls off her sweet tongue. It's already hot and dusty at the flea market when you get there. You check out Sam who sells old books and magazines. You buy a couple of old numbers of one of those magazines about really BIG girls he's put aside for you, but this morning Mary Waters does about as much for you as Meryl Streep. The flea market is the best place in town to go look at girls, particularly big girls, but this morning there's only one girl you want to look at. You head for the cool north corner where they sell fruit and vegetables. and that's where you find Laurie, chattering away in Spanish with the old vegetable man. When you see Laurie, you about drop what you're carrying, and your teeth as well. All she's wearing up top is a pale lavender cotton T-shirt with "Perfection" in a slanting script across the front. She's the biggest girl you've ever seen go braless. The T-shirt is almost horizontal above her huge boobs, and then hangs vertical from her erect nipples, forgetting to go back and wrap around her waist like you'd think a respectable T-shirt would want to do. Her dark areola show through the T-shirt, even their little nubbin bumps visible through the thin fabric. Below, she's wearing cut-off blue jeans, with a faded designer label from one of those places that makes blue jeans that fit women with BIG asses. Laurie's ass doesn't quite fit the cut, but bulges out below the raveled edge of the blue jeans to reveal its edge next to her big soft thigh. She chuckles "Hi" and gives you a big hug. Old Isidro is lucky he isn't killed by a flying zipper. You see him chuckle too, his old eyes crinkling. "Isidro's got the first Texas cantaloupes of the season," she tells you as you snuggle into her enormous melons. "I've known Isidro for years. His father and my grandmother went to school together on el West Side." You look a little puzzled. "My grandmother's an old Canary Islander from San Antonio. That's where I get my big green eyes." You ask her where she gets her Texas cantaloupes and she chuckles "from Isidro" and keeps laughing until her huge boobs jiggle in the glaring sun. You think you may just quietly go crazy. You take her hand and start walking along one of the dusty paths between the tables and tailgates. You let a fingertip trace the path between the edge of her butt and the edge of her thigh and she murmurs "mmmm". She sees a high school age kid and yells "Hi, Jimmy!" "Hey, Miss Laurie, look what I found." He shows her a worn old poetry book. She leafs through it and finds a poem. "They flee from me that sometime did me seek." The 400 year old words come to life in her soft dark voice. You can see that Jimmy's looking at her nipples. You see his dick bulge in his shorts. As she reads, first she looks at Jimmy, but now you can see her looking at you. "When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall And she me caught in her arms long and small Therefore all sweetly did me kiss And softly said, Dear heart, how like you this?" Her big green eyes meet yours. You like it a lot, is how you like it. "Jimmy's one of my real successes. When he started in my English class, he could just about read at sixth grade level. Now he's reading everything he can get his hands on." "I'll bet he never took his eyes off your big boobs the whole year." "He never took his eyes off the book." She tries to look very proper, and almost succeeds. "C'mon, I've got to get this lettuce home. Follow me in your car. I'm parked back of Isidro's place." She gives your hand a quick squeeze. You follow her to her little white house. The sun's bright. Spring flowers bloom in the flower beds. The lawn needs mowing. You walk behind her into the house and into the kitchen, enchanted by her huge butt. She stows the vegetables in the refrigerator. As she turns around, you gather her into your arms for a long kiss on her luscious mouth. Then you do what you were aching to do at the flea market, lift up that T-shirt, take one of her huge breasts in both hands, and start sucking. She holds you tight in her cool heavy arms. Her skin is sweaty and a little bit gritty from the dust of the flea market. You're crazy to fuck her. You can tell by the way she moves her hips against you that she's crazy to fuck too. You both move off to the bedroom. Sunlight streams through the windows onto the floral-print bedspread. You slip the T-shirt over her head, and she gets out of the cut-off blue jeans and you both land on the queen-size bed. You just can't believe how big her boobs are. They make Texas cantaloupes look like, well, like skinny girls. Your fingertips graze over pale white stretch marks, smooth and fibrous as some exotic leather, that begin just below her neck and reach down almost to her areola. Her nipples are dark, hard, almost half an inch tall. You take one of them in your mouth, trying to suck in the pale brown areola, but your mouth can't take it all in, so you let your fingertips caress its smooth, slightly bumpy edge. With both hands you try to hold the huge udder to your mouth, but they don't begin to reach around it. You let go with one hand to try to hold the other breast, your fingertips closing around the erect nipple. She makes yumming noises. After a while your hand slips down her smooth, slightly bulging tummy to the soft hairy pussy-mound. You caress it until your finger slips into the soft smooth pussy lips, thicker and fatter than you ever dreamed pussy lips could be. Your fingertips meet around the bulging clit, then your middle finger starts to run along its shaft. You keep sucking the huge luscious nipple. You'd like to move to the other boob but it's all just too big. "Eat me," she murmurs. You go down on her and spread her huge soft thighs. Sunlight streams onto her luscious pussy as you spread it with your hands. You see her inner pussy lips, like soft fleshy pink rose petals, as your tongue meets the protruding clit tip between them and your lips meet around it. Your hands reach up to grasp her swollen breasts. "Eat me deep," she gasps, and you plunge your tongue deep along the shaft of her big clit. "Put your fingers inside me." You put two fingers inside her flowing pussy. She starts to move deep inside, incredibly tight around your fingers. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she screams, moving tighter and faster. "Fuck me now! Fuck me NOW!" You climb on top of her big body and drive your cock all the way in with one huge fuck thrust. Her cunt grips your cock so tight it almost hurts. She moves her enormous butt in time with your fuck thrusts and screams "fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" Her nails claw your back as she cums once more, then relaxes. "I want to be on top now." You slip out of her and roll over on your back, your cock still rock-hard, and she sits down on your hips and fucks herself down onto your cock. She leans forward so her long brown hair falls over your face like a curtain that hides both of you from the whole outside world. Her mammoth mammary, swollen still bigger with her crazy lust, hang into your waiting hands. She starts to move that wonderful butt of hers up and down. You start sucking one of her big nipples and she cums again, bucking and pitching. Finally you can't stand it any longer. "I'm going to turn you over and fuck your fat cunt again and cum inside you." "Oh yeah, I want to cum when you do." Once again you get on top and start to move. You cry out "Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie" as your boiling hot fuck juice pours out inside her. She keeps moving her big butt and screams. You collapse onto her, and both of you lie motionless and exhausted for long minutes. Finally you roll off and take her in your arms and you both sleep. When you wake up, her lovely round face is beside you on the pillow, her enormous boobs pressing against your chest. All you feel like saying is "Laurie, you're so lovely, you're so big, you're so wonderful." "You were so good to me with your big loving cock." "You're so lovely. Why wouldn't you let me look at you naked before?" "I'm always afraid the first time. Guys have given me so much shit about about how fat I am, what a pretty face I have and how pretty I'd be if I weren't so fat. One guy even said I needed a boob job." Tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I can't believe it. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." You aren't bullshitting her when you say it. "What made you decide to trust me?" "At the flea market, when you ran your fingertip along the bottom of my butt. I figured any guy who'd do that in the flea market must be turned on by me just like I am." You tell her you've been hurt too. You tell her about the skinny girl and the list of your faults. The tears are gone as she about rolls off the bed laughing. "I know who you're talking about. I've heard that same story about her from two of my girl friends. That's what you get for running around with skinny girls." The way she drags out the word skinny, it sounds like something nice people don't do. She slips out of bed and goes to the refrigerator for a couple of beers. You swallow the insipid supermarket brew and make a mental note to bring her a six pack of Shreds. She slips on a terry cloth bathrobe - purple of course - that doesn't begin to come to terms with her enormous cleavage. You sit down together on the couch. On the end table there's a picture of a young guy, a Green Beret. He has the same round face and bright green eyes Laurie does. "My kid brother," she explains. "He's off somewhere in Central America." She looks thoughtful. "My brothers and I, we've all got minds of our own." Two thoughts run through what's left of your brain. You'd kick every Communist ass in El Ropo with that guy. And you'd sure like to have a kid with those big green eyes.  Back to top

Amanda 

I thought I was a freak. You see, I am a girl and I like wearing diapers. When I say diapers I mean diapers and rubber pants. I was glad to learn that other people, especially women, wore diapers too. It started when I was sixteen. I had a friend take me to get my drivers license. I was taking the written examination when I noticed the girl across the counter from me was dancing around. She was hopping from one foot to the other. I thought she was so nervous she would never pass the driving test even If she passed the written test. Just as I finished the written test I heard her sigh with relief and I thought she must have finished too. I soon found out what she had finished. She had just finished peeing. She had been dancing around trying to hold it in but had finally let go. It was not obvious that was what had happened. But, as she came up to turn in her test I heard a woman say "You wet your diaper, didn't you?" The girl said "Yes momma, I tried to hold it but could not wait any longer." I made It a point to look but could see no sign that she was wearing a diaper, let alone a wet one. Her mom must have noticed her dancing around and knew when the girl quit what had happened. I was told it would be about an hour before I could take my driving test so I decided to use the ladies room while I waited. As I came out of the stall in the ladies room I saw the same girl. She was laying on the floor with her skirt around her waist. She was wearing a wet diaper which her mother was removing. I washed my hands real slow as I watched in the mirror over the sink. When the diaper was off her, her mother washed her up, put another diaper under her and pinned it In place. She handed the girl a pair of rubber pants. The girl stood up, pulled the rubber pants up, let her skirt down and they left the room. By the time I got out of the ladies room they were calling my name to take my driving test. I do not remember taking the driving test but I passed It and got my license. All during the test all I thought about was seeing the girl get her diapers changed. On the way home I told my friend about It. I do not remember telling him about it either. He told me later that I had told him. I guess I was to preoccupied to know what was happening at the time. Jerry often walked me to school as he lived down the block from me. Shortly after I got my license he was walking me to school and asked If I had thought about what we talked about. I said I had no Idea what he was referring to. He said "About the diapers." I said "What diapers?" He then told me I had told him about seeing the girl wearing diapers and getting them changed and he had asked me If I wanted to wear diapers. I told him I did not recall any such conversation and I had no Intention of wearing diapers. "And," I said, "even If I did want to wear diapers I would not be about to tell you." Jerry said if I changed my mind, he would like to see me In them. I slapped him and walked faster. On the way home that afternoon Jerry caught up with me and said he was sorry, he did not mean to upset me. I told him I accepted his apology. He asked If I minded If we talked about what I had seen. I asked why. He said he diapered his sister at night and sometimes he diapered her during the day too. He was just wondering if other girls wore diapers. I said none that I knew of. He said that he was trying to be honest with me when he said if I wore diapers he would like to see me In them. In fact, he said, he would like to change them for me. I slapped him again and walked home alone. About a week later Jerry caught up with me as I was walking home from school. He said he had a surprise for me. He gave me a nicely wrapped package. Jerry said I was not to open it until I was alone. That night I opened the package In my room. It contained two diapers, pins, baby powder and rubber pants. I was mad and if he had been there I would have slapped him again. I do not know why, but I did not throw them out. I put the package in the back of my closet. Every few days I would get them out and look at them. Jerry was right, I did want to try on the diapers. I just did not want to admit it. Before long, I was not just looking at the diapers, I was taking them out and feeling them. Finally, I tried them on. They did not feel as good as I had Imagined. Later It dawned on me, I had not used the powder Jerry had given me. The next time I tried the diapers, I powdered myself first. The diapers felt better then, but they still did not feel right. I had no idea what was missing though. Just before school was out for the summer, I wore the diapers to school. As usual, Jerry caught up and walked with me. We were almost at school when he said I smelled good, like baby powder. Then he said "You are wearing the diapers aren't you?" I said I was not but he did not believe me. He asked If I was going to let him see them. I denied having them on and slapped him for asking. I made sure he missed me going home that afternoon. A couple of days after school was out Jerry and his sister came over. They were going to get an ice cream and wanted to know if I wanted to go with them. On the way back Jerry asked if I wanted to stop at his house and play Monopoly. When we got to his house I found out his mom was not home. I was not supposed to have boys visit unless my mom was home but was not sure if I could visit his house. Since his sister was there, I decided it would probably be okay. While we were playing Monopoly, in the living room, Jenny got up and wet towards the bathroom. I assumed she had to go until she came back carrying diapers, washcloth, and powder. Jerry said we would continue the game as soon as he changed Jenny. With that she pulled her skirt up around her waist and laid on the floor. Just like the girl I had seen before, she was wearing rubber pants over a wet diaper. Jerry pulled down her rubber pants, took off her wet diaper, and wiped her with the washcloth. Jerry pulled a dry diaper under her, powdered her, pinned the diaper in place and pulled her rubber pants back up. After she had been changed we continued our game. Jenny asked if I wore diapers too. I started to deny it but Instead admitted I did. She asked if Jerry changed me when I wet. I told her of course not and she wanted to know who did change me when I wet. I said I never wet the diapers and I put them on myself. She said that was no fun. Half the fun was wetting the diapers and the other half was getting them changed. She asked If I was wearing diapers then and I said no. Jenny said Jerry would probably diaper me if I wanted and she would loan me hers. Jerry said he would be glad to diaper me and Jenny could watch. I was reluctant and at the same time I wanted to say yes. Jenny ran Into the other room and came back with diapers, pins, and rubber pants. By then I had decided that as long as Jenny was in the room Jerry would not try to take advantage of me. I pulled my skirt up like she had done and laid on the floor. Jerry took my panties down, pulled a diaper under me, powdered me, and pinned the diaper In place. He tried putting the rubber pants on me but they were too small so I pulled my skirt down and we continued our game. Jenny was right about one thing, having Jerry diaper me was a lot better than diapering myself. Jenny said I was as hairy down there as Jerry. I asked if she had seen him getting his diapers changed. She called me silly saying boys did not wear diapers, only girls. I asked how she knew he was hairy down there and she said she had seen him in the shower. She said it as If I was asking silly questions. What I was hoping was that he wore diapers so I could diaper him like he had just diapered me. We had just finished the game when Jerry's mom came home. I had planned on leaving before she got there so we would not get in trouble. She did not seem to mind that I was there when no adults were present. Then I realized I was in a diaper and my panties were on the floor behind me where she might see them. She did too, she picked them up and asked If they were mine. What could I do? I said they were. She simply said that be naked under my skirt was not acceptable behavior. Jenny said I was not naked, Jerry had diapered me. I thought we were really in for it then. Jerry's mom said that was okay then, as long as I was not naked. She then asked if I wanted to stay for supper. After supper we played another game of Monopoly. When the game was over I had to go to the bathroom. Jenny had wet her diaper and Jerry had changed her while I watched again. When I said I had to go to the bathroom Jerry's mom said I should wet my diaper and after Jerry changed me I should be getting home before It got dark. I said I did not think wetting the diaper was a good Idea as I did not have any rubber pants and my skirt would get wet. She said if I pulled up the skirt It would not get wet. I did not want to wet while they watched but I seemed to be in a position where I had no choice so I did as she said. Even though she was in the room, she paid no attention as Jerry changed me. He took down my wet diaper, washed me, powdered me, put a dry diaper on me and I went home wearing the diaper. Again, Jenny was right, wetting the diaper and having Jerry change It was fun. I went home wearing the diaper. I never did see those panties again. I knew that my mom would not have the same attitude as Jerry's mom about my wearing diapers, let alone having Jerry put them on me and change them when I wet. I intended to wear them and wet them whenever Jerry wanted. Because of this, I spent as much of the summer as I could at Jerry's house. He did not diaper me all the time but I let him know I would let him diaper me whenever he wanted. His mom even bought rubber pants that fit me so I could wet my diapers without having to worry about getting my skirts wet. The first time Jerry changed me when his dad was in the room I was so nervous I started to pee again once he had my diaper down. Jerry calmly held another diaper over me while I wet. He then continued to diaper me as If nothing had happened. His dad was reading the paper and I do not think he even noticed that I was getting my wet diaper changed, let alone that I peed while my diaper was down. Jerry continued to diaper me for the next two years. After high school he went away to college. I went to a different college. I took diapers and rubber pants with me but It was just not the same. I have not seen Jerry since we went away to college. I have not met anyone who I would like to diaper me so I do not wear them often anymore. Maybe some day I will meet Jerry again, or at least someone who I would feel comfortable telling my secret to.  Back to top

Why I Love "being" a Babe 

I love to come home when the house is sunny and quiet, early in the morning. I take a long, hot bubble bath, soaking in the warm body lotion. Then, once I'm all smooth and sleek, and my skin is soft and rosy, I set up my Bust Pump, and suck out my breasts into nice, ripe melons. Once my bosoms are formed, I put the small tube onto the pump, and plump my nipples to 4 or 5 times normal size. I've already painted my toenails a pretty Snow Orange color,they look very nice poking their way through the suds. I shower off, dry, and put on my make-up. I put on a nice peach skin tone, powder. and do my eyes in white, orange, and brown, tracing in delicate arched brows, then setting of my cheeks in a 3 toned peach blush. A bit of magic with a lip pencil, then filling in with Snow orange lipstick......yum, I'm looking great and still with short hair! But, like most babes, I'm a blonde, so, I brush out my favorite frosted blonde wig and touch it up a bit. I put a coat of spirit gum on my forehead and on my temples, then tug the wig down onto my head, pressing the cap against the spirit gum for a full five minutes...There.. done. I've got long blonde hair spilling down my shoulders and across my breasts. I shake my head about.. fantastic..! But, below the waist is still all male, and really turned on.. by me! I put on a black garter belt (still the best way to frame my "surprise"), and rose up a pair of sheer black stockings, slipping them up my tan, smooth legs and then fastening the hooks mid-thigh. Well, a nice pair of legs is an asset for a woman like me (hehehe). But still a most unfeminine bulge is apparent! So, I slip on a pair of tight black panties, slipping my penis into the hidden pocket, and folding it back under me as I pull the panties tightly to my waist. There, nice and smooth, and, I'm female! I pull my favorite Victoria's Secret black satin chemise, and slip it over my shoulders, slide it down over my curves, and smooth it into place. I ease my long hair out from under the straps and then put on a turquoise satin blouse, buttoning it only halfway up, to show off the black lace underneath. I slip on a denim mini and tie the blouse tightly at the waist. I shake my head and flip my hair around. I look especially tasty today and decide to go out. But first, I need jewelry! I put on a triple stranded gold necklace, some bracelets and ring, and a big pair of gold hoop earrings. There. Almost perfect. but, those fingernails would look better painted. So, I get out the polish, the heated nail dryer, and sit down to finish my change. Three glossy coats of Snow Orange later.. Babylon! I look fabulous! As I walk out to the car, the men out in the neighborhood turn and stare, appreciatively. So, I give them a show, because I love to tease them. So, I wiggle my hips (a bit too much) and strut boldly, with a smile, over to my car. I open the door and ease onto the seat, flashing a lot of leg and garter-top as I slide myself behind the wheel. After a few minutes of letting the car warm-up, and a lot of fussing in the mirror, I pull away, smiling at the men as they stare. If only they knew...... Ah, to be a babe in America!  Back to top 

Down Stairs

 It was 9:30. I knew she would be starting soon, so I was in a hurry. Every night around 9:45 it started, almost like clockwork, and rarely the same guy. I'm talking about the woman that lives in the apartment below mine. I'd hear her every night, right about this time, when she would start up. Her screams would echo through the floor to my bedroom, just loud enough to hear if I wasn't doing anything else. I moved my TV and video camera into the room, and then lowered the camera out the window, and down to hers. The suction cup with the microphone in it held the camera about a foot away from her window, and since she never bothered to close her drapes, I had a clear view of everything that happened in her bedroom. She always kept the lights on, which was fine with me, saved me from having to rig up an infrared camera. When I got the camera in place, I switched on the TV, and sat back to watch. She was already getting started, standing at the foot of her bed, opening her robe for the guy laying on the bed waiting for her. She didn't give it to him just yet though, she slowly parted her robe, then licked a finger, and traced it around her nipple, making it stand tall. She tugged and pulled at it, twisting it between her fingers, as she moved her other hand down between her thighs. She slipped a finger out of sight between her legs, and a smile crossed her lips as she slid it back and forth. She leaned against the bed with her knees for support, so I guess she was enjoying herself. She shrugged her shoulders, and the robe slipped to the floor, revealing the whole reason for my rigging up this camera. Her tits stood tall and firm on her chest, and her body was almost perfectly formed, with maybe a little extra weight on her belly and ass. She knelt down on the bed, and reached up and pulled the sheet off of the man's body. He rolled over on his back, his cock standing straight up as he did, and her sliding slowly up his legs to it. She takes it in both hands, and pulls the tip down to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to catch the drop at the end. She then swallows it all, in one big gulp, and draws it back out again. Sucking and licking it, she gets it wet and slimy, ready for what she wants. I've watched her many times before. She likes the taste of cock, but LOVES the feel of it up inside her. She pumps it slowly with her hand, as she slides up his body, then pauses over it. She rubs the head of it up and down her slit, then takes the head and inserts it in her cunt. Holding it there for a moment, she flicks her clit a few times, then lets herself fall. I can tell she has her first orgasm right then, and the guy jumps at her sudden move, and grabs her shoulders. Then he reaches down and takes her by the ass, lifting her up slightly, settling his hips, then begins to thrust up into her. As her orgasm settles, she smiles and bends forward, tracing her tongue over his face, down his throat, and across his chest. He bounces her up and down on his cock, as she nips and bits at his nipples, causing him to pump her harder in retaliation. Once he gets a good rhythm going, she starts what I've been waiting for. As he pumps harder and harder into her, she begins to lose contact with reality. She sits back up and her head rolls back. Her eyes, when open, have the glazed look I know so well. She begins to moan load enough for my mike to pick it up and bring it to me. I turn up the volume, because this is what I like the best. She moans louder and louder, as he learns what it is she likes. He grabs hold of her tighter, pulling her down onto him harder with each thrust, pounding away into her, and she loves it. She's starting to wail, her cries going up and down the scale, exciting him even more. He takes her and holds her tight, then flips her over, so she is on the bottom and he is on the top now. He pulls back, and then slams it home, like she did when she started it all, and then goes to pumping, hard and fast, shaking the bed with each thrust. She turns her head an screams, long and loud, and I see it all because she's facing the camera when she does it. She's started on another orgasm, and she's probably crushing his dick every time he pounds into her, because he's getting more and more excited with every thrust. As hard as he's pounding into her, I expect the bed to collapse under them at any minute. She's screaming and jerking around on the bed, yelling her head off, bucking up at him so hard it's a wonder he can stay in her. Her screams and moving around have obviously gotten to him, because he bends down and lays on top of her, burying his head in the sheets next to her, and holding her down. She kicks and screams, twisting the sheets in her hands, ripped by orgasms, as he pounds into her as hard as he can. Then, he jerks upright, and thrusts into her hard one last time, and holds it. His dick must be jumping around a hell off allot, because she goes wild. He's holding onto her hips, and she's thrashing around on the bed under him, screaming as loud as she can, shoving her hips into his crotch as hard as she can, until she pushes him back onto his heels. She calms down and looks up at him, sitting back on his heels with her hanging out of his lap. She says something to him that I can't hear, and they start laughing, and she slips down his legs to the bed. His cock slides out of her, and it is still twitching, so she rolls around and puts her head in his lap, taking his cock in her mouth. He rolls back his eyes in the back of his head, and she licks him clean, sucking the last of his cum out of his cock. Limp at last, it slips from her mouth as he lies down next to her, and I go to the bathroom to take care of myself before she starts round two...Back to top 

Milky 

Well, this is my first endeavor at writing for the mutual enjoyment of the other DEN members...I hope that you all find it stimulating! STOP!!! Proper reading of this document requires that you place you hand on you cock or have your lover place her mouth on your dick. After all, these letters are for sharing. See if you can time your orgasm with the end of the story without getting the computer messy! Ever since I was a mere babe I have always had an attraction to a fine, shapely pair of firm lactating breasts. It must have started on the first day of my life and it continues to this very day. My lover is a beautiful redhead that measures 36D-24-32 and is in the best of physical shape. Last year we had our first child, Seth. Three days after our son was born and we brought Stephanie home from the hospital I asked her how it felt when she nursed Seth...much to my surprise she said that it was quite exciting and that it made her pussy very hot and wet. Then she suggested that I should suckle her. I couldn't believe it and my cock almost broke out of my shorts just thinking about it. Quickly, I went to her side and she bared her breasts to my eager tongue. I just sat there mesmerized for a moment and then I gently licked her aureole and felt a tightness that I had never experienced before...as I began a sucking motion with my mouth the milk began to flow from her inch long nipples and I was in heaven! Stephanie began to insert her fingers into her pussy to gather some of her sweet nectar which she quickly brought to my mouth too. What a combination...the best milk in the world and her personal honey too! I pulled out my cock and stood up in front of Stephanie's expert mouth...slowly she took the head into her mouth and swished her tongue along my meatus to draw out the clear liquid that was all but pouring from my 7 inch cock. Slowly she lowered her head until I was deep within her throat...then ever so gently with another swirl of her tongue she began to mouth fuck me nibbling at the base of my cock and then sliding all the way up to the head which she sucked with all the lust I could stand. Just as I was about to unleash a tremendous load of cum into her I pulled away and asked her to lie on her back. Placing my pulsing dick between her breasts I began to tit fuck her. The head of my dick would just enter her mouth long enough for a quick lick or two and then back out again. Stephanie began to message her tits and I felt that familiar feeling deep within my balls (readers; start your serious stroking now!). The milk began to flow and my dick began to slide faster and faster between her gorgeous globes as I was being coated by her beautiful white liquid. "Cum now Honey", she pleaded as I moved faster...faster...the sight and sound was too much for me..."I'm coming...I'm coming...Lick faster Steph...suck me hard... harder... now baby...now!!! She drank every drop and then licked off the milk that clung to the sides of my now limp manhood. To my surprise she continued to gently suck me and I quickly became hard for a long session of making love. Before the day was over Steph and I were more satisfied sexually than ever before. Ever since that day we have had many wild nights (and days) centered around her mothers milk...I hope she never stops my personal feedings. Well, how was it? I came again while writing and I know some of you did too! I'm off to the other room for a tall glass of warm milk...Ta-ta...Back to top

White Boots 

Sandy came to our office to fill out some paperwork before beginning our program. I got the forms she needed and directed her to the small conference room in our suite. Pulling up a chair, I indicated the chair across from me and asked her to please sit down. I got her started on filling out the forms and then sat back to wait for her to finish. As she worked I looked down to see that she was wearing short white boots, the kind that come up just above a woman's ankle. Her boots were kind of pointed at the toes and had short heels. Still filling out the forms, she absentmindedly bobbed her boots up and down, rocking them on their heels. I couldn't help but tell her how much I liked her boots. She smiled and seemed very pleased. Turning her chair, she picked up her feet and placed them in my lap. "Go ahead and touch them," Sandy said. I reached down and allowed my hands to move over the smooth, hard, white leather as she ground her heels into my crotch. "Kiss them," she ordered, and I leaned down and kissed the tip of each boot.. "How much do you like them?" she asked next. I told her I liked them so much that I was ready to come right then and there just from seeing them. "Then I want you to come now. Take yourself out of your pants and come for me right now." She shifted her feet so that I could release my cock, already erect and dripping. Once my cock was free and waving in the air she moved her white boots so that her heels were right at the base of my cock, her dirty soles facing me. I took my rod in hand and began to stroke it. As I did she moved her back and forth a little, occasionally rubbing them against my cock and balls. "Are you going to come for me," Sandy asked. I said that I'd do anything she wanted. "Then I want you to shoot your load on my boots and then lick them clean." I continued to jerk off, feeling the pressure inside my balls building. "Kneel on the floor," she ordered, taking her feet from my lap and placing them on the floor. I got off of the chair and positioned myself in front of her so that my cock was right over her white boots. "Now come for me," she said. I pumped as fast as I could, my hips bucking hard, feeling electricity in my back, and soon my cream was shooting out and falling on the tops of her sexy boots. I continued to milk my cock until the last drops had fallen onto her boots and the floor. "Now lick them clean for me." I leaned forward and taking one of her boots in hand, I touched my tongue to a smear of come, tasting the sweet-salty, fresh-smelling fluid that coated her heeled boots. I licked across the top, scooping up the come with my tongue and swallowing it. When I had finished with the first boot, I lifted the second and performed the same service. As I continued to kneel on the floor, my cock hanging out of my pants, Sandy pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked out of the room without a work. As she neared the front doors of our office suite, she did turn to say "There are a few drops of your come on the floor. Lick them up." I leaned forward and cleaned the carpet as she asked. When I had finished and looked up she was gone. Leaning back against a table, trying to recover my senses, I looked down to see that juices had continued to leak from my now softened rod and had soaked the front of my pants.  Back to top

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