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The river cut a glistening ribbon through the valley, twisting and turning against itself, as if straining to escape the very countryside through which it flowed. In the winter, as the cold descended, it would freeze over and become still and quiet; but now, in the height of summer and under the blistering sun, it was a noisy and vibrant source of life. Full of fish and watering the local wildlife, the river provided a focal centre to which all living creatures were drawn. This is how Campbell remembered these highlands from his boyhood, a heavenly hunting ground safe from the mundane village existence of his family and friends: salmon to be caught and rabbits to be trapped; the spoils to be carried home triumphantly.

Following the war, Campbell had returned to the city where his parents were now buried. All but destroyed by the terrible events he had witnessed whilst protecting his country in foreign lands, the smog-laden city sapped yet more strength from his world-weary soul. His parents had decided to sell the farm and work in the factories to help the war effort despite their considerable years and now Campbell was left homeless at twenty-four.

Campbell finally summoned the courage to leave the rut he made for himself in the city and return to the place of his childhood. He knew instantly that he had made the right decision. Standing on the hill marking the highest point of his father’s farmland, emotion came unbidden and the decision was made. He would buy the farmland back and work the land as he should have done before the war stole him away. Within the week, he had moved into the old steading and began restoration of the house and fields.

It was hard physical work and the lean mass he had lost whilst fighting overseas on limited rations began to return. His scarred body ached from all the physical labour, yet as the land developed, so did his physique. He knew the local women began to hold his gaze too long when he visited the village and that they whispered and giggled behind his back as they watched him pitch hay bales in the harvest season, admiring his torso and staring at the generous bulge in his crotch. Hard slabs of muscle soon covered him, protecting him in some small way from the pain he felt inside. As he worked, he would sweat and a slick sheen would cover his upper body, forcing him to strip down and attracting the amorous attentions of several farmers’ wives. The war, however, had stolen any lust from his soul. Uninterested, he would ignore the women, and work all the harder.

In his teens, Campbell had enjoyed more than his fair share of sex. At the local dances, he never left alone and usually ended up fucking roughly with some pretty young girl behind a barn or in a field. He had loved the expression on their faces when they pulled his swollen cock out of his trousers for the first time. Pulling his taut foreskin right down over his smooth shaft, exposing the large pink head glistening with pre-cum, he would encourage them so suck him. Some of the girls were better than others, exquisite even. Experience taught him which girls had little tricks that they would perform and which girls loved to swallow him down, revelling in his semen. (One had even blown bubbles before licking him clean.) A few of the shy ones had refused to take him in his mouth and so he would persuade them to take it in the wrong hole, the tightness satisfying his lust and allowing him to thrust deeply. He was not always a callous lover, however, and knew well enough what gentle play with a girls’ clitoris could do. He liked to see a girl helpless with lust as he teased and pleased her Bostancı Escort with caresses and small wet circles on her stiff little sex. He enjoyed the warm wetness of a girls’ pussy pressed against his lips and would passionately kiss it and lick hungrily for hours. Some girls would beg him never to stop and moan or squeal or scream as he suckled on their hooded clitoris. He loved to fuck them then, with long slow strokes in and out whilst continuing the clitoral pressure with a gentle thumb or finger. He had learned to steady his own urges, only gushing hot semen when her own orgasm pushed him over the edge into ecstasy and relief.

After 2 years of rebuilding the farm, Campbell realised without any sense of misplaced pride that it was returning to its former status. The cattle he bought were growing strong and healthy, and the crops were bringing a plentiful income. Unfortunately, the farmhouse remained little more than a place to eat and sleep. The meals he prepared were bland and barely nourishing and the house remained dirty and sparse. He knew that a wife would make a substantial difference to this state of affairs, and he considered the eligible women in the area. He quickly disregarded the majority, however, and resigned himself to living alone. This realisation was surprisingly comforting and he acknowledged to himself that he enjoyed his own company and the quiet solitude of farming. A swim in the river one evening would soon upset this comforting solitude.

As he swam for the waters’ edge, Campbell caught his first glimpse of the girl. She was dressed in a long white cotton undergarment, with a simple tie at the waist, pinching the material and showing off her figure. The girl was silhouetted from behind, the soft evening sunlight illuminating her legs through the material. She stood at the riverbank staring at Campbell in a defiant pose, legs wide and hands on hips, before collapsing into the quiet water with a splash.

Campbell swam hard and collected the girl in his arms before carrying her the short distance to his home. He kicked open the door and placed her gently on his bed, wondering where she had come from, whom to contact. She was soaked to the skin. He carefully undressed her, pulling the undergarment gently up over her long slender legs, exposing her pussy. He had expected to see panties and was embarrassed and aroused at the sudden discovery.

In spite of himself, he felt a swelling in his own underpants at the site of the small tangle of blonde hair lightly covering the girls’ pussy lips, through which a delicate pink clitoris was protruding. He lifted the dress over her head and lay her back down on the pillow. Her breasts were tightly bound with a cotton bandage, which he reasoned would be affecting her breathing, and so he cut the cotton to ribbons, releasing two small, pointed breasts; nipples erect and raw from the bindings. The girl was beautiful, blonde hair tied back in an elegant ponytail. He wondered if she was an angel sent to him by God. He covered her with a blanket and took her undergarment to wash, trying to ignore the full erection now straining his trousers.

The girl slept a full 2 days and nights before she finally awoke. Campbell found her crouched by the window on the third morning when he returned from inspecting his crops. She eyed him warily. He simply said, “Good morning,” before moving to the kitchen area to make a simple soup. She watched him work through beautiful blue eyes, but made no effort to help and remained taciturn and blank-faced. When it was finished, she gratefully took the soup from him. Then when she Kadıköy Escort had eaten, she smiled at him and offered the empty plate, which he took and washed before returning to the fields for the afternoons’ chores.

The pair quickly settled into an easy routine despite the girls’ apparent inability to communicate. She remained stoically mute whenever Campbell initiated conversation. He did not even know her name and she greeted any attempts to guess with long eye contact and a smile.

He first realised her resolve to stay when he returned home from the fields one evening to discover she had cleaned the house and picked flowers for a vase by the window. He worked the soil whilst she looked after the house, cooking, cleaning, decorating and even making herself some new clothes. It appeared to suit them both; however, Campbell found he could not work properly for having sexual thoughts of the girl. He was now sleeping on a blanket on the floor whilst she took the bed. Every night, however, he would find himself wishing to join her. She was so beautiful, and he was feeling lust for the first time since the war. He would face the window at night whilst she undressed, but he could see her reflected in the glass, slowly undressing and caressing herself before skipping into bed. Not once had he fallen asleep without a hard-on. He would steal glances at her across the table at meal-times and when she caught him, she would pause from eating, as if thinking, smile, and then continue.

Once a week, Campbell would normally take a break from washing in the river and pour a hot bath to cleanse himself. In the weeks since the girl appeared, however, the tin bath had remained hanging on the wall, unused. It was a pleasant surprise then, to find the girl had run a piping hot bath for him one night as he returned, exhausted and aching. She met him by the door and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek, their first physical contact since her arrival, before slowly tugging his shirt up out of his trousers. He was powerless to stop her and allowed her to carry on. When she had removed his shirt, she moved behind him and reached around to undo his britches. She pressed her breasts into his muscular back and slipped her thumbs into his waistband, undoing the clasp and pulling downwards. She knelt behind him and allowed him to step out, admiring his toned legs. If she was aware of the swollen cock she had just released, she did not let on, simply pushing Campbell casually towards the bath tub.

Campbell stepped over the edge and lowered himself into the bathtub. The water was perfect and when he sank his balls into the water he gasped with pleasure. They had grown full and heavy with sperm in recent weeks. He expected her to leave him now, but she began to soap his shoulders and chest, apparently unembarrassed by his nudity or the massive erection breaking the surface. She worked a lather into his skin, pouring water over his head and gently massaging his scalp until he closed his eyes in relaxation. She rinsed his torso off and slipped her hands below the surface. Her delicate fingers barely encircled his cock but she carefully washed it. He was floating on air and the whole world was his cock in her hands. He was gasping in ecstasy, about to cum for the first time in years, when she abruptly stopped and pulled on his hand; she wanted him out of the bath.

The girl led Campbell to a chair that she had placed facing the bathtub and the bed, and covered him in a heavy towel that smelt of lavender. She moved back to the bath, and in a slick movement, pulled her new dress up over her head. Again Göztepe Escort Campbell was mesmerised by the sight of her. He nearly came, his cock throbbed. The girl slid into the bath and began washing herself in the way she had done for Campbell, very slowly, starting with her hair and breasts, working her way below the water. She lay back and closed her eyes. Campbell could see her wrists moving and her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened. Again she stopped short of fulfilment and stepped out of the bath. She smiled at Campbell and motioned for him to stay where he was. She wasn’t ready for him yet. She placed a towel on the bed and sat facing him, knees bent slightly.

Campbell could see between her legs and was speechless at the sight of her. She was soaking and her lips were parted. She leaned over to the side of the bed, and Campbell saw that she had placed his shaving kit there. She took his shaving brush and some soap and whipped up a foam which she applied to her bush and pussy lips in long frothy strokes. Opening her legs wider to afford him a better view, she began to shave. The scraping noise nearly pushed Campbell over the edge. He made to get up but she shook her head. When she had finished, she took some of Campbells’ shaving oil balm and began to massage it into her pussy. It was obvious to Campbell she was loving this feeling. Her fingers were soon slick with her juices that covered her from clit to opening. He had never seen a shaved pussy before and he longed for it.

At last, she beckoned him to join her on the bed. He knelt between her legs and she reached up for him, kissing him tenderly on the lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he felt dizzy with delight. When she finally broke off, she dipped a fingertip between her pussy lips and put it in his mouth. She tasted sweet like honey. He began to kiss down her body and marvelled at her swollen pink nipples. He took one and then the other in his mouth, suckling gently. She let out a gasp of pleasure and gently took the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and began to rub it up and down her clit and pussy, slowly at first but then with little bursts of speed. Campbell watched her face flush and could see she was close to cumming. He pulled his cock away and leaned down to her pussy, smooth and new to him, kissing it tenderly and licking her juices from her lips. He pulled them further apart with his thumbs and steadily increased the pressure. She started to mouth silent words with her eyes closed and he gently sucked and licked her clitoris. She began to pull at his head and he licked faster. Just as he felt she was about to erupt, he pulled back and smiled at her. She smiled back at him with heavy-lidded eyes. This was a good game.

Campbell decided he could take no more. He kissed her passionately and introduced the tip of his swollen, delightfully throbbing cock into her pussy. It was so warm and wet and it parted just enough to let a little more of him in each time he pushed a little farther. This was hot soaking heaven. He kept his eyes closed as he gently fucked in and out. Licking his thumb, he reached into the small gap between them and made small, gentle insistent circles on her erect clit. They rocked together and she clung tightly to him, her mouth stopping any noise escaping from his. They climbed higher and higher. His fat hard-on and her soaking pussy. His thumb and her clit. Finally she broke the kiss and screamed silently. She was cumming. She was cumming. That was too much for Campbell. He bucked and came incredibly hard. He gushed hot sperm and filled her pussy full. So much semen that it flowed from her. It soaked the length and girth of his shaft. His balls were steeped in it. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her. Finally, holding her close, they fell asleep in each others arms, the farmer and the angel.

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Professor Sandra Suarez opened a file folder and put her elbows on her desk. “Your academic record is exceptional, Rebecca. You’re a good candidate for the Amnesty program. You understand that this is an experiment, correct?”

Rebecca shifted in her seat across from Professor Suarez. She had kept her backpack on her lap, and she found it awkward, but she thought it would be awkward to put it on the floor at this point too. “Yes,” she said, “but I don’t really know much about it- what do I have to do?”

“You’re going to be working with a partner, and I’ll explain more about that when he comes in- I’m expecting him any minute.”

Rebecca wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like working with partners. I always end up pulling their weight. Is there any way I can just do this myself?”

Professor Suarez grinned. “I can certainly understand your concern, but the nature of the experiment demands cooperation, and aside from that,” she steepled her fingers under her chin, “We’ve done some background research and I don’t think that’s going to be a problem with this particular partner.”

There was a soft rap on the door and a grey-haired professor entered, followed by a black-haired boy with a faded red backpack over his shoulder.

“Rebecca, this is Professor Danton from the Psychology department. He’s going to be running the program with me. And if you agree to participate in the program, this will be your partner, Jason Kitchener.”

Jason slipped his backpack to the floor and stuck his hand out. Rebecca shook it briefly. She thought if he were wearing a bomber jacket he’d look just like a World War II pilot. He didn’t smile.

“Look,” he said, slumping into his chair, “I don’t mean to offend you or anything, but I don’t like group projects, so if you’re not going to pull your weight, you should probably find something else to do with your time.”

Rebecca stared at him, open mouthed, then turned to Professor Suarez. She was staring back at Rebecca with a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

Rebecca straightened her back and squared her shoulders. “I think he might do okay after all, professor.”

“That’s what I thought,” Professor Suarez said, allowing herself a smile. “Professor Denton, why don’t you introduce the project and I’ll fill them in on the details as needed.”

“Sure, Sandra.” Professor Denton put his hands in the pockets of his blazer. “In our experience, we find that many exceptional students do very well academically, but we also find that there is a high intangible cost for high performing students to maintain the sort of academic records you are maintaining. Students need socialization, and they need to learn to trust others, especially since most high-performing jobs require teamwork. The goals of education are ultimately to prepare you for life, but there are very few real-world careers that require your level of effort, at least over any extended period of time. We can see that you have all the determination it takes to accomplish anything you set your minds to, but we also see high rates of anxiety and depression in high performing students, and in some cases we see the use of illegal stimulants and most sadly, suicide. It would be an understatement to say that these side effects of our best students are undesirable in the workplace, so this is an experiment to see if there are ways to mitigate these side effects without significantly compromising education.”

Jason clenched a fist. “You’re saying we’re unbalanced.”

Professor Suarez smiled. “To put it bluntly, yes. If you honestly feel that your academic life is in no way interfering with your social life, your emotional life, then you probably don’t need this. Do you feel like you’re balanced?”

Jason let his hand relax, but he furrowed his brow. “No, I guess not.” He looked at Rebecca. She shook her head.

Professor Suarez nodded. “Let me give you an example. You have probably done a lot of extra credit. That credit is worth maybe two percent of your grade on any particular project, but it typically adds an extra twenty percent to the time needed to complete that project. In other words, extra effort in the typical educational environment results in diminishing returns, but you feel compelled by the competitive nature of the classroom to scrounge every point you can.”

“Here’s how the project will help you. Because you are both freshmen already working at junior and senior levels, we are giving you amnesty on your grades. We expect that participation may affect your day-to-day grades initially, but as long as your point average in your classes stays above the C level, we have arranged with all of your professors to record your grades as As.”

Rebecca sucked in her breath. Jason exhaled.

Professor Suarez looked at them searchingly. “How does that sound?”

Jason smiled. “That sounds fantastic. It’s…”

“…too good to be true.” Rebecca said. “But I want it to be true. Is there a catch? What do we have to do?”

Professor Denton smiled. “An excellent question. There are tasks you will be required to complete, Anadolu Yakası Escort and you will fill out a daily online journal. It will be private to you, Professor Suarez and myself. The exercises are not practically difficult, but you may find them stretching or uncomfortable in other ways. The completeness and honesty of your journal is essential for us to tailor follow up tasks to build upon your progress. You always have the option to refuse a task, but if we feel that your number of refusals is hampering the experiment, we will drop you from the program with the result that your grading will go back to the conventional style. Would you like to continue?”

Rebecca said it first. “I’m in.”

Jason nodded. “Me too. What’s today’s task?”

Professor Denton smiled. “Excellent! Meet me and Professor Suarez in an hour in Room 102 in the Psychology building. You’re going to do a trust exercise and I want to talk to Professor Suarez about it. In the meantime, why don’t you two go get some coffee and spend a little time getting to know each other.”

—-

Jason sat across from Rebecca, a steaming cup of horrible coffee cradled in his hands. Now that he was really looking at her, he was surprised to find that she was beautiful. She had brown, shoulder-length hair that she had an endearing habit of tucking behind her ear. She was wearing a sweater over crisp white long-sleeved shirt and new jeans. She had faint freckles on her cheekbones and brown eyes that were, at the moment, eyeing him with suspicion.

“I don’t like to be sized up,” Rebecca said.

“Okay then. Tell me about yourself so I don’t have to guess.”

Rebecca didn’t seem to like this either, but she looked down at her hot chocolate and shrugged. “I’m not from here. I’m from Springfield.”

“Do you live in the dorms?”

“No, I got an apartment with a journalism major. I almost never see her though. Where do you live?”

“I’m at my parents’ house- just a few blocks away.” It was Jason’s turn to shrug. “Not very exciting. It gets worse. I was home schooled.”

Rebecca smiled for the first time. “I could kind of tell. I was too. My parents wanted me to go to the Junior College, but I decided to move here and go to the university. They don’t think I can excel here.”

Jason grinned and pointed at a student trying to pry old gum off the bottom of a cafeteria table. “I guess they haven’t seen your competition.”

Rebecca laughed. “What do you think they’re going to make us do this afternoon? Professor Denton kind of has me freaked out.”

“I don’t know. Those two look like they have something going on. I don’t really care. I’m in it for the free grades.”

Rebecca finished her hot chocolate. “I think we’re going to have to earn them anyway.”

________________

Professor Suarez stole a glance at Professor Dalton and grinned. “Today we are going to have you do two trust exercises. You need to hold hands for one hour, and during that time, you each need to confess something to the other that you don’t want anyone else to know.”

Rebecca saw the blood drain from Jason’s face, and she got a knot in her stomach. “We have to hold hands? Why do we have to do that? I don’t even know him.”

“Hand-holding is a technique to fast-track trust.” Professor Dalton explained, “It makes vulnerability much easier to attain. Similar effects can be achieved with the moderate use of alcohol, but of course, we can’t recommend that in view of your age.”

“I guess I can suffer through it.” Rebecca still felt queasy, but at least Jason was good looking and didn’t look like he’d drool all over her.

“I can do anything you can do.” Jason said, the color beginning to come back into his face.

“All right then, I think that’s it,” Professor Suarez stood up and handed Jason and Rebecca each a manila folder. “Don’t forget to write in your journals. The login credentials and the program outline and terms are in the folders. We’ll keep in touch.”

—-

Jason and Rebecca stood in the hall, facing each other awkwardly. Jason’s hands were firmly in his pockets.

“Um, can we go somewhere off campus,” he said, “where this won’t be…”

“…completely weird?” Rebecca shrugged. “I guess we wouldn’t run into anybody we know at the mall this time of day.”

They took Rebecca’s little blue Toyota to the mall. The drive was mostly quiet and awkward. Jason tried to get cues about Rebecca from her car, but it was clear that she didn’t spend much time making the car her own- it was just a way to get from her apartment to her classes and back.

Jason told her a little about his family- his mom was nosy and his dad was cool, but not around a whole lot. He was an only child. Rebecca parked outside the main entrance.

They walked into the mall, careful not to touch each other. Jason looked at Rebecca, took a deep breath and held out his left hand. She took it. He felt an unexpected thrill at her touch. He had expected it to be more like holding his mom’s hand- neutral and restrictive. This was different though- he Kurtköy Escort felt slightly giddy.

“Now what?” Rebecca said abruptly. “Do you start spilling your guts or do I have to do it first?”

“Let’s ease into it a little. Let’s walk around and ride all the escalators. We both have to confess before we finish riding the last one.” Jake gave her hand a gentle tug.

They started walking hand-in-hand. When they got to the first escalator, Rebecca grinned. “I think I’m going to be better at this stuff than you are.”

Jason stepped onto the escalator. “I don’t really care about my grades,” he said, “Not any more. I’m just afraid to let everyone down if I’m not perfect all the time. Everyone is always saying how proud they are and now I don’t feel like I even own myself. I’m just a machine that makes one ‘A’ after another.”

“Is that it?” Rebecca said, after a short silence, “That’s your confession? I could have told you that back in Prof Suarez’s office. That’s not even a secret. All of us ‘high-performing’ students are like that. Make Mom and Dad proud. Get a scholarship. Get a high-stress, high-paying job so the stress never ends. Your confession can’t be something everyone already knows.”

“Okay then,” Jason said, “If you’re ready to come out with some deep dark secret, let’s hear it. Something you really don’t want anyone to know.”

Rebecca cleared her throat, not sure what to say, but she started talking anyway. She was was horrified at what she heard coming out of her mouth. “I masturbate a lot. At least once a day.”

Jason kept walking, his eyes straight ahead. He led Rebecca to an elevator and pushed the button. “You’re better at this stuff than I am,” he managed to say.

The elevator door opened and they stepped in. It closed behind them, shutting out the sounds of the mall. Jason didn’t select a floor so the elevator just sat there.

“I’m so embarrassed! I’ve never said that to anyone before. I wasn’t going to say that. I’m so sorry.” Rebecca looked down at Jason’s hand, holding her own. “You’re… still holding my hand. I thought you would be disgusted.”

“I do it too,” Jason said quietly, “I mean I, uh, m-masturbate too. And I don’t think it’s disgusting if you do. Maybe I’m supposed to, but I don’t. As a matter of fact…”

Rebecca looked up at Jason’s face. He was blushing all the way to the roots of his black hair. “As a matter of fact what?”

“I think it’s pretty hot. Uh- I mean amazing.” He squeezed her hand.

“So, you do it too?” Rebecca asked. Jason nodded, completely unable to speak. She smiled briefly. “Which hand do you use?”

Jason looked down at Rebecca. She wasn’t teasing him- she was looking at him curiously. He held up his right hand. “Right hand. Mostly.”

Rebecca smiled at him and let go of his left hand, walked around him and slid her hand into his right hand. “Thank you for not laughing at me.”

“Well,” Jason smiled, “once a day doesn’t sound like that much.” He paused for a moment, “Have you done it today already?”

Rebecca wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes. “Yes. You?”

“No,” Jason said, “not yet.”

“Boy, I’d love to see that.” Rebecca said, then clapped her hand over her mouth and squealed through her fingers, “Oh shit.”

“Really? You’d want to watch?”

Rebecca still had her hand over her mouth. She nodded.

“It wouldn’t freak you out?”

Jason felt something new happening inside him. He was talking to this beautiful girl about his deepest secret and she wasn’t running away. In fact, it seemed like she was intrigued by it. This was totally unexpected, and it had his cock swelling quickly.

Rebecca shook her head. “So, um, do you have plans… I mean, when are you going to…”

“I don’t think I’m going to make it until bedtime,” Jason said, amazed at how free he felt to say exactly what he felt. “Do you want to…”

“Yes.”

Suddenly the elevator door opened and an elderly couple walked in. Jason pulled Rebecca out and they made their way, giggling, to the parking lot.

—-

Jason’s mom was sure to be home, so they went to Rebecca’s apartment, a second story two bedroom affair in a complex.

“Do you want something to drink? I have juice, coke, milk, water.” Rebecca was fussing in her kitchen and Jason was standing in the small living room feeling foolish. He had let go of her hand in the car to make driving easier.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.”

“How about a snack? I have pretzels, yogurt, cupcakes…” She looked out at Jason, shut the cupboard. “I’m making it weird.”

“Yeah. Kinda weird. Can you just sit down and talk with me?”

She went into the living room and sat on the couch. Jason sat next to her, his hands clasped over his knees. “Let’s take turns asking each other questions. You can start.”

She reached over and slipped her hand into his. “We have another forty-five minutes to go with the handholding. Do you like holding my hand?”

He relaxed a little. “I really do. It makes me say things I’ve never said before, but I like it.” Pendik Escort Jason enjoyed the smoothness of her skin. “Which hand do you use?”

Rebecca grinned mischievously. “I’m ambidextrous.” She wiggled all of her fingers in the air. “Do you ever look at dirty pictures?”

Jason felt his face flush again. “Sometimes. But honestly, so much of what I see is too much. Too blonde. Too rich. Too made up. Too stupid. Too… big…” His hands were out in front of him, gesturing.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

“So anyway,” Jason tried to recover some of his composure, “yes, I look at dirty pictures sometimes. Not today though.”

“What? Why not today?”

Jason shifted uncomfortably. He was sure his erection was starting to show. “It’s my turn to ask a question.”

“You can ask two in a row after you answer mine. Why no dirty pictures today?”

“I don’t think I’ll need the, uh, extra stimulation… today.” Jason stammered, knowing it was a copout. He asked a question quickly before she could protest. “What’s your favorite fantasy?”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll tell you my second favorite fantasy. I’m a tourist in Brazil. He’s the tour guide for a canopy zip line tour. Nobody else shows up. He puts on my harness very thoroughly. We fly through the trees. He takes off my harness and doesn’t stop taking things off. We don’t ever make it back to the ground in that fantasy. Second question?”

“Wow. That’s… elaborate. Do you ever use toys?”

“Technically, no. I can’t walk into one of those stores.”

“Mail order?”

“Dad’s credit card.”

“Oh. So never anything…”

Rebecca lowered her head. “An electric toothbrush, a carrot, a brush handle. It’s not really my thing… I mean, I have very good fingers.” She could see that a large lump was forming in Jason’s pants and she tried not to stare. “So today, since you’re not looking at dirty pictures, what are you going to be imagining in that high performing mind of yours?”

Jason balked. “Seriously? Come on.”

“I told you mine. My second-best anyway. And I took the biggest risk. So spill it.”

“You,” he said, finally, his erection pushing hard against his jeans, “in a sun dress.”

Rebecca inhaled. “Really? Me? And not just buck naked?”

“No. There’s no story in that. There has to be a story. Like your canopy tour.”

Rebecca pursed her lips and made a decision. “What color sun dress?”

“What?”

“What color sun dress am I wearing in your fantasy?”

“Blue.”

“Hm. Wait here.” She jumped up and went down the hall, leaving left him on the couch stretching his jeans.

Jason sat still, hoping she wasn’t going to come back with pepper spray or something. He heard a closet door slam.

Rebecca’s voice floated out of a back bedroom, “Just stay there- I’ll be right out.”

After a few tense minutes, Rebecca emerged wearing a yellow sun dress. The transformation was remarkable- she had been dressed almost severely, in plain clothes designed to look responsible and serious. She looked feminine now- fresh and smiling shyly. “I don’t have a blue one- I hope this is okay. I just want to help a little. Will this help?”

Jason opened his mouth and closed it again. “Wow. You look amazing.” A little too amazing, he thought.

“I wasn’t sure about the bra. I played it safe though. What do you think? Should I take it off? You can see the straps.”

Jason thought the bra was in the way too. “Yeah,” he said, “the straps might be distracting.”

“Okay. That’s what I thought.”

To his amazement, she unhooked her bra and pulled it out from under her dress. He could see her nipples poking into the fabric. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s wild and fun,” she said, dropping her bra on the floor. She pointed at the bulge under his jeans. “That’s got to be uncomfortable. Can it be my turn for a peek?”

Jason stood up, took a big breath, unbuttoned his fly and pulled his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. His cock pointed straight up and bounced as he sat back down.

Rebecca stared. “Well, that’s… attractive. Beautiful. You don’t disappoint.” Rebecca shook herself out of her fascination. “What’s next? Am I standing or sitting? What happens?”

“Well, you sit on a chair in front of me and watch me for a while.”

Rebecca pulled a chair in from the dining room table and sat in front of Jason, her knees together and her hands in her lap. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” Jason made a fist around his cock and slowly started pumping. He watched Rebecca’s face as she watched him, fascinated. He didn’t want to go too fast, so he took his time, breathing deeply. After a little while, he noticed Rebecca squirming a little bit. He closed his eyes.

“Oh, please don’t close your eyes. I want to see your eyes. Can you tell me what is going on in your head?”

“Well, you’re getting excited and you want to touch yourself but you don’t want me to notice. So you try to be discreet.”

Rebecca shrugged her shoulders and pushed her breasts together with her arms, then she pushed her dress down between her legs and opened and closed them slowly. She crossed her right leg over her left and crossed her ankles and rocked her knees back and forth. She watched Jason’s hand and tried to look as innocent as she could. He smiled at her. She bit her lip.

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Author’s Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. If you enjoy this chapter, I highly suggest checking my profile and starting from the beginning. This is my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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Alex lifted his watch from the patio floor to check the time. It was almost four, and they’d relaxed in the sun alone together for the last time.

“I made dinner reservations,” he said, reaching over to her chair to take her hand. “Feel like letting me take you out?”

“Sure,” she replied, though she felt mixed emotions. It was their last day together before he’d be busy with work again, and she’d hoped they’d spend the whole day playing naked. Instead they’d barely touched; only a few brushes here and there, or an application of sunscreen. She was a little disappointed that they’d be going out instead of staying in to play, but mostly she was disappointed that this week had come to an end. Everything would change now, and she wasn’t ready for it.

“Why don’t you go shower and get ready,” Alex suggested. “We’ll leave here at five thirty.”

Penelope agreed and left the patio. Alex followed so he could clean up and dress. He wasn’t too thrilled about a few hours of her in real clothing, but he figured he’d been a real jerk not taking her out somewhere nice this entire week. And he had an evening planned. And the evening started the moment she’d enter her room.

He’d ordered something for her the day after their shopping trip, and when mixing a drink, he’d taken the box up to her room and laid it on her bed.

When Penelope entered her room, a lilac box sat on the foot of her bed, wrapped in a white bow. She smiled in confusion as she walked over it and saw it had a folded white card. Lifting the top, there was a note.

Saw you look at this when we were out. It was wasted on a mannequin, so it had to be yours. Hope you like it.

Alex

Penelope untied the bow and lifted the lid. White tissue was held together with a gold embossed sticker, a name she didn’t recognize scrawled in black. The tissue ripped as she pulled the sides away.

Inside was the pink and black polka-dot lingerie she’d seen in the shop downtown. Her jaw dropped as her fingers trailed across the satin, the softest fabric she’d ever felt. The cups had an underwire, and she pulled the tag from the back to look at the size. 32B. Exactly what she wore.

She left it there to take a shower, and couldn’t stop thinking about it while she cleaned. She’d never owned anything that could be considered sexy, and the word didn’t scratch the surface of how she felt about the lingerie. Once dried off, she walked naked into her bedroom and pulled out the panties.

They fit perfectly, so soft and smooth against her skin. She turned in the mirror to admire how the thin fabric enhanced the curve of her ass. The panties alone made her feel luxurious. She was hastier with the bra, and once she had the back clasped, she found it fit her like a glove. The tops were more squared than curved, and the wire pushed her breasts up high on her chest, making them look the size of baseballs.

She walked back over to the box and found more pieces, then remembered the mannequin. Black sheer thigh highs with lace at the tops, along with the suspenders. She undid the eyehooks and wrapped the suspenders around her hips, then worked the sheers up her legs. They attached to buttons on the elastic that hung down.

Penelope returned to the mirror. She looked like a pinup model straight out of a Vargas watercolor, only even sexier. She turned this way and that, looking over all angles. Finally she went to the closet, feeling it was a shame to cover up the luxurious lingerie.

Once in a black cocktail dress she’d bought from the first store they’d entered, she slipped into black pumps, knowing they must look wrong. They hadn’t been shoe shopping, and these were from her graduation and the nicest shoes she owned, but she still hoped no one would be looking at her feet.

She met Alex downstairs in the foyer. He wore a black jacket and white shirt, black slacks; no tie. He looked like he’d stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine, and when he met her eyes, he grinned.

Penelope looked stunning. The dress hugged her, then flared slightly at the hips, sashaying with each step. Her hair was half up in a twist with curls cascading down over her shoulders. She put the Real Housewives of the neighborhood to shame, even though she seemed unsure of herself. In his eyes, that made her better than the whole lot of them.

Ben was waiting by the town car and held his breath when he saw Penelope step out of the house. Tonight had been the first time he’d been called all week, as Reuben had told him Alex was on vacation and wouldn’t need his services. He watched Alex escort her to the car with jealousy. She was the same beauty, only more magnificent Ataşehir Escort now.

Yes, he’d definitely have to try and get her in the sack. He couldn’t wait until he’d be driving her to school every day in a few weeks. He’d be alone with her, free to hit on her without his boss—her godfather—giving him the evil eye for it.

They pulled up at the restaurant and walked up an honest to god red carpet to the door. The valets in uniform smiled at Penelope and bowed their heads, and for the first time, Penelope felt like she fit in here. She wasn’t just the little naïve girl from her tiny town anymore. She was a part of this life.

Dinner was like a dance. There were no prices, the menu straight forward. The restaurant offered three different five-course meals with wine pairings for each dish. Four people waited on them alone. One carrying wine, another carrying the dish. The second Penelope would put her fork down, a waiter would silently appear and sweep her plate away while another wiped the tablecloth free of crumbs or spills with a metal slate, while another had the next dish at the ready.

Rinse and repeat.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Penelope commented over the coordination. It was amazing; she didn’t feel like she was even being watched, but someone had to be orchestrating the dance. She sipped her wine, then took a bite of her filet mignon. Just as with the salad, the soup, the pasta with chanterelles, the wine complimented and enhanced the taste.

Alex couldn’t have been happier. It was nice to be with someone who appreciated this, rather than bitched and moaned over stupid little things like a waiter taking a split second too long with the next dish, or commenting on a couple nearby who didn’t have any class. He watched with delight as Penelope delicately cut tiny bites and brought them to her mouth, how she sipped her wine, her motions elegant and still unsure.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about later.

She deserved this. She’d been magnificent. When he’d bought her a car for her sixteenth, he’d done so out of guilt like an absent parent making up for the time he’d been unable to spend with her as she grew up. When he’d offered to pay for her college, he’d done so because he knew her parents couldn’t and he owed it to them, and her, as her godfather. When he’d offered to let her come live with him, he’d been looking forward to the rare minutes he’d get to spend knowing the little girl he’d adored before his busy life and second wife took him away. When he’d first caught sight of her outside of his estate, he’d felt dumbstruck, as this wasn’t the little girl he’d remembered, this was a young woman. When he’d seen her in her yellow bikini, he’d admonished himself for thinking of her as a woman instead of his goddaughter.

Then he’d touched her body, and she’d enjoyed his touch. Now he thought of her as a woman he wanted to bed for as long as she’d let him, and he hadn’t even had sex with her. He thought about what they’d done thus far and contrasted it to the woman sitting across the private table from him. She was blossoming into exactly what he wanted from her.

A lady on his arm and a whore in the bedroom.

It would take a while, but he still looked forward to training her, and again, he couldn’t believe his luck. Not only had this pure, virgin beauty come to live with him, but she wanted him in return. He’d been wanted, and he’d wanted, but nothing could touch what he had on the horizon with Penelope.

It was eight thirty when they returned to the car and Ben drove them home. Alex was careful to sit far away from Penelope so no one would suspect anything. His staff had seen him behave as a playboy; seen him cheat on his first wife, seen the plethora of women between his marriages. The naked women during his pool parties. Ben had been witness to Alex having sex in the back of the car more times than he could count on both hands.

But Penelope was sacred. He wasn’t hiding her, or maybe he was, for now. He looked forward to the day he wouldn’t have to hide it, but even then, he couldn’t imagine mauling her in the back of the car like he’d done with others.

At least not for a while.

After dropping them off, Ben returned to his own car and left for home, thinking about Penelope the entire way.

Alex shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a hanger in the coat closet off the foyer, then turned to Penelope. “Why don’t you head up to your room and change,” he said, adding the perfect amount of implication into his voice of what he expected. “I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

So, no movie tonight, Penelope thought happily, and hurried up the stairs knowing that they’d be playing tonight in her room. She had no idea what to expect, but she couldn’t wait to feel him. His hands on her skin, maybe his penis in her mouth again. Maybe they’d fall asleep together in her bed.

Alex stood in the study watching the clock. Acıbadem Escort He’d been wondering if he should grab a condom from his room, but knew she was on the pill. He’d seen the case in her bathroom a few days back, and teasingly asked her why a virgin was on birth control. She’d blushed and told him her mom had got her on it when she was sixteen just to be safe, and she’d stayed on it because she liked how it regulated her body. He’d laughed as she explained how nice it was to “only go through . . . that” every three months.

So, no condom. Unless she asked for one, and he’d absolutely comply. Her first time would need to be special. He only hoped that if she had reservations that he could keep them at bay and talk her into it. He’d been able to think about little else for a week, and once he’d made up his mind that it would be tonight, there was no going back.

Only a firm no would keep this from happening.

Exactly five minutes later, Alex walked up the stairs. Her door was open and he stepped into the frame.

Penelope stood at the foot of the bed in the lingerie, as he’d hoped, looking more beautiful than he’d even imagined. Bikinis were one thing. Expensive lingerie was quite another. If he could ever figure out a way to make it happen, she’d never wear anything else again. But for now—right now, she was a vision. Her hands were at her sides, and he could see that she was nervous standing there in full view by the way her fingers wiggled at her thighs. Her head was ducked low as she stared at him through her eyebrows, but her face was the last thing he was looking at.

The pink bra with black polka dots kept her breasts firm and round, not that they weren’t firm already with how young she was. The cups pushed them high. Below, her tiny stomach was just as firm and now with a stunning tan. Where her hips slightly flared, the fabric of the suspenders began, drawing lines down the front of her thighs until they clasped the black lace. There was a sliver of skin between the belt and her matching panties. Though her legs were pressed together, there was a tiny triangle between her legs of air where her thighs never met.

Penelope watched Alex stare, saw how his eyes slowly travelled her body. She felt as good as naked, but didn’t dare move. She’d spent the last five minutes trying to figure out where to be, and had decided to stand here. She wouldn’t move until he did.

Alex unclasped his cufflinks and set them on the dresser near the door. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time so he could continue to stare at her as long as he could like this. He’d always found it amusing that lingerie’s sole purpose was to be removed, so he wanted this image imprinted in his memory.

Once his shirt was off, he carefully laid it across the top of the dresser, then made his approach. When he reached her, he placed his hands on her cool shoulders and felt her shiver with his touch. Letting his hands trail down to take hers, he kissed her cheek softly. “I can’t honestly recall the last time I was stunned by such beauty,” he said, and he meant it.

Penelope blushed, she knew, her cheeks filling with heat. Her eyes met the floor in hopes he wouldn’t notice and think of her as ridiculous. She felt one hand slide around to her back, her chest meeting his. He used the other to brush her hair behind her head, then kissed her neck tenderly. It was amazing how her hair never tickled her unless he was the one moving it.

Alex bent his knees as his hands rubbed their way down to her ass. He lifted her up into his arms, her arms and legs wrapping around him, and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down on top of the blankets. His movements slow, he walked from post to post, untying the drapes around the bed. They were alone in the house, but he wanted the bed to be the only world that existed. As he walked back around, he pulled them shut, catching glimpses of her sprawled on the bed in her lingerie as he did so. Once back to the original side, he climbed onto the bed and shut the curtains behind him.

Closed off, Penelope felt like a princess. A bed with curtains like this was regal. They were a crème color and thin enough that the well lit room kept the bed glowing, though it softened the harsh lights. It felt private and intimate, as though they were the only ones that existed in the world.

Still sitting up, Alex brushed the back of his hand across her cheeks. So innocent. So beautiful. He let his hand trail down her neck, then turned it so his fingers could trace the upper curve of her left breast. The bra did wonders in really accentuating them; something the mannequin just couldn’t convey. He let his fingers trail a line between them and down her sternum. He continued the line down to the suspender belt, flattened his hand, then rubbed it firmly back up.

He’d never really taken this much time before, but with Penelope, he wanted to savor every moment. İstanbul Escort Her skin was silky smooth. His fingers met the wire of the bra and he left his hand there, then bent in to kiss her.

When his lips left her mouth, he kept his forehead against hers. Penelope felt his hand travel across the top of her left breast, then his fingers cupped inward. They traced the top of the bra from center on out, then hooked into the strap. He pulled it from her shoulder, then rose to look down at her again. She loved the way he looked at her. She never wanted his eyes to leave her body.

The strap gone on one side looked so good, Alex did the same with the other. His fingers traced small circles over her skin until he finally had to see. He pulled the cup down from her left breast. Her nipple was hard, her tiny areola still holding the same magic as the first time he’d seen them exposed. He brought his lips down and kissed her nipple, then cupped her breast and began to suck.

Penelope moaned, her legs writhing in pleasure as Alex’s hot mouth worked her breast. The first time had been wonderful, but this felt special. It was the atmosphere, she decided. The dinner. The sexy lingerie.

After giving her other nipple some special attention, Alex decided the bra needed to come off. He took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, holding them in place to help pull her up. He only let go when he was sure she’d hang on, then deftly unclasped the back. He kissed her as he lowered her back down on the mattress, then left her mouth to watch her body. Slowly he pulled the bra from her and flung it to the far corner of the bed.

He played with her for a long time; much longer than he’d thought he would, but he couldn’t help himself. Her tits were too mouthwatering to stop, let alone the noises he’d get when he’d do something like pinch or bite. It amazed him that he was entertained by this alone when he had far more entertaining things coming.

Finally he kissed a trail down her stomach, sliding along the bed as he did so until he was sitting by her knees. He unbuttoned the elastic suspenders. One by one, he pulled the sheers from her legs, feeling her smooth hairless skin as he did so. The actual belt posed a problem. “Roll over,” he said softly, urging her with his hand. Penelope rolled onto her stomach. He was taking so much care with everything; anyone else and he’d be ripping the items from their body. Each hook was done as an individual until he’d released all six of them. He pulled the sides down and spent time rubbing her back, letting his hands glide over her ass and grasp her cheeks.

When he helped her roll back over, he toyed with the top of her panties. Without him saying a word, she lifted her ass from the bed and he quickly pulled them down to her knees. With the drop of her back, her feet went up and he worked them off, sending them to join the rest of the items.

Now she was completely naked, and he spent a minute or so just staring at her. The next few minutes he ran his hands over her skin; her breasts, her waist, her sides, her hips, her thighs. Finally he urged her legs apart and cupped her pussy in his hand.

“Ahhh,” Penelope moaned, her back arching. She closed her eyes to just feel the warmth of him there. Then his fingers moved, his hand gently rubbing. She couldn’t stop her head from moving in gentle circles with each motion he made, his touch still shocking and sublime. She didn’t foresee a time when she’d ever get over his hand there.

Alex let his hand slide all the way down and under the mattress until his thumb was poised at her entrance. He slowly dipped it inside, finding she was already slick with her juices. He didn’t know if it was there, but he wanted to find out. Leading with the pad of his thumb, he quickly met a thin, flexible membrane. In the center was the hole that would allow it to tear once he’d entered her, so he didn’t push any further. He knew hymens could be broken by anything, even falling wrong on the seat of a bicycle. But hers intact not only confirmed her virginity, it confirmed that not even her own fingers had explored herself.

That would be another thing he’d have to teach her. He wanted to watch her masturbate, and would, eventually.

He played with her folds, using her own juices as lubrication. She’d moan and writhe and wriggle and cry, hold her breath, then gasp. He took his time with this, as well, enjoying the reactions he was getting. It was important to take his time here so she’d be ready for him.

When Penelope felt his hand leave, her eyes opened and she caught him removing his pants. She sat up on her elbows. “Oh,” she said, ready for the next part. The part where she played with him. He was out of them now and let them fall off the side of the bed. She could see his erection through his black boxer-briefs, and reached out. “Let me—”

“No,” Alex said, shaking his head. “Tonight is about you. Lay back.”

Penelope was surprised, but not displeased, not by a long shot. He was still going to play with her, and she was so wet and aroused, she wanted to feel an orgasm at his hands or mouth once more. She lay back and watched him climb over, positioning his knees between hers.

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Ben finishes put up the tracks and the blinds. Then he steps out of the training room. I’m still putting the shelves together when Rosa and Carol come in.

“So little one, do you know where Ben went to?” Rosa asks.

“I’m not sure he stepped out just a moment ago.” I reply. “Did you find everything you went after?”

“And then some!” Carol says carrying a box of things. “Have you got a set of shelves ready for us to use?” she says as she walks over and sets the box down.

“I thought of a few things that need to be in here when we are doing our training.” Rosa says. “It will make it more fun little one!” she adds as she walks over and checks my diaper. “Still dry I see remember you need to be wet when Denise gets back with Carla.”

“No need to worry about that I’ve had enough coffee to wet these before she gets back!” I say.

“But she wants you to be very wet! So I think you need more coffee little one.” Rosa states as she grabs my cup and heads to the break room.

“I do believe Rosa also wants me to flood my diaper!” I say. “Just what has she got brewing in that mind of hers Carol? You two went to the warehouse together! What is she planning?”

Carol smiles, “Oh I know but I’m not telling! I’m just waiting and enjoying the anticipation.” She says.

Rosa returns to the training room with my coffee cup full and hands it to me. “Mac, Denise told me to make sure that no one changed you before she got back so I need you to remove your pants.” She says as she starts undoing my pants. “I figured this would be a good time to do some product testing. That way we could test a product and make sure no one can change your diaper!”

Carol comes over and helps remove my pants so I standing there in my diaper and plastic pants. “You know that there may be someone watching on the other side of that window!” she says as she hands Rosa the ends of some kind of restraint around my waist.

“Now pass me the crotch straps if you please Carol.” Rosa says once she cinches the strap around my waist. She hooks the straps that runs between my legs to the one on my waist. She holds up a set of three small locks. “I want you to see these because once they are in place you’ll have no choice but to wait until Denise gets back. I’ll give her the keys when she gets back!”

“If you don’t drink your coffee quick enough we have a solution for that also!” Carol says as she steps out into the hallway and returns with the stroller and sets it beside the examination table. That places the stroller directly in front of the window.

Rosa smiles as she quickly places the locks in place and snaps them shut. “Well little one now all you have to do is empty your cup in the amount of time we think is good or we’ll show you our solution.” She says with a wicked grin on her face.

“Why do I have the feeling that no matter how fast I drink my coffee it won’t be quick enough?” I ask knowing full well that they want to put me in the stroller and allow them to set me up to soak my diaper completely.

“I knew little one was smart enough to realize a no win scenario when it is shown to him. So the real question is; are you done assembling the shelves?” Rosa asks.

“I’ve got to put them in place and put the shelves in and make sure they are secure.” I reply realizing I just made a mistake by the smile on Rosa’s and Carol’s face.

Rosa looks at the window and says, “Ladies, we could use your assistance if you please.” Then she turns towards me. “Carol would you prep the stroller. Mac we can do this the easy way or the hard way! I want you to know that you are hopelessly outnumbered.”

Just then the door opens and everyone who was in the break room steps inside smiling. I hear Cindy say we should finish getting him undress and then properly dressed. “What do you mean by properly dressed?” I ask looking at Rosa.

“Denise had a little request she would like to see fulfilled and we don’t see why it shouldn’t be!” Rosa answers me then adds, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!”

Rachael takes my cup as the others start removing what few clothes I have left. Sarah and Debbie remove my shirt while Cindy removes my socks. Cindy tells them, “I think we should give him a pedicure before we go too far. His toenails aren’t bad but they could be better.”

Carol pulls a set of nail clippers and what appears to be a Dremel tool out of the box. “We can do that once he is secure then we’ll release him and get him dressed.” She says.

They pick me up and with a woman on each arm and leg they place me in the stroller. They hold me there while Rachael secures the straps around my body and arms. She extends the legs of the stroller and secures my legs to them. “There we shouldn’t have any problems now and he’s still dry.” She says as she pats my crotch.

Rosa says, “We can take care of that if we have to!” she looks me over and smiles. “Okay ladies let’s give him a pedicure we’ll use clear nail polish. Make sure those nails are nice and smooth. Sarah, Maltepe Escort Debbie and Carol would you mind helping me bring some chairs in here for us to sit on. Cindy you and Rachael can use the futon to work on his nails.” They leave as Cindy and Rachael turn the stroller towards the futon and sit down.

“Your nails are better than some I’ve seen!” Cindy says. “You have no reason to worry I use to do this for a living and when I get done I think you’ll be amazed. They’ll be smooth as glass it’s just a shame we can’t use colored nail polish! I think it would be fun!”

“I agree with you.” Rachael says. “If you’ll clip them I have an emery board and I’ll smooth the edges and the corners. The tops I’ll leave to you.”

“Alright just let me get these and we’ll trade places.” Cindy replies as she starts cleaning and trimming the toenails on my foot. Within moments she slides over to start doing my other foot.

Rachael sits down and starts smoothing the edges. “When we get done they will look so good.” She says.

Rosa and the others return with the chairs and gather round watching as Cindy and Rachael are working on my toenails. “It’s time for a drink little one!” Rosa says as she places my cup of coffee to my lips. “After all we don’t want you to be thirsty now do we?”

The ladies all laugh at that. After I swallow the coffee I say, “You’re all having way too much fun and I’m almost scared of what is next in your devious little plan.” I can see all the grins and smiles on their faces.

“My little man you surely know that we would never harm you.” Sarah says. “We just want to make sure that both you and Denise enjoy your next diaper change that’s all. We’ll just call it a gift!”

“A gift, okay now I’m worried. Just what have you ladies got planned?” I ask though I know I won’t get an answer. I notice Cindy has started smooth out the tops of my toenails using the Dremel tool and Rachael is almost done working on the edges of my other foot.

“I’m almost done Cindy; his foot only has one toenail that needs you to work on. Then we can get started applying the polish to these toes!” Rachael says as she looks up into my face and smiles.

“I’m just about done on this one. I left just a few edges for you to take care of while I smooth out his toe on that foot.” Cindy replies just before she gets up and switches feet again. Then starts working on the toenail of my big toe.

A few moments later they place some cotton between my toes and begin applying the clear toenail polish. I hear Debbie say “‘Look how nice his toenails are looking; it is a shame we have to use clear polish.”

Rosa speaks up, “Remember the pedicure and polish are merely a preventative measure for what comes later.” She says as she hands a blow dryer to Rachael who is done applying the first coat to my nails. “We are going to use two coats so they last a while.”

After a couple of more drinks from my coffee cup and the second coat has dried on my nails. “It’s time to stand him up!” Carol says. “Be sure you have a good grip on him.”

They move the stroller to the center of the room and Rachael undoes my legs. As she undoes one of my arms they are quick to grab hold of it. Once all the straps are undone they stand me up with my arms held away from my body. I can’t see what Rosa is doing behind me but I hear her get something out of the box. Then I see them pass a wide piece of a lacey material around my front and I can feel them doing something behind me.

“This is the part that takes a while getting it laced up in the back. Especially when it is completely unlaced.” Rosa says. “You see now why I don’t wear one of these that often. You have to have someone around to cinch it up for you and that’s a pain in a half!”

“What is this thing?” I ask. The ladies holding me still while this thing tightens around my abdomen.

“Most people call it a cinch; I believe the correct term is ‘Corset’.” Rosa says. “Don’t worry little one it will make your midsection look wonderful!” She states as she tightens the laces in back.

Sarah looks at my midsection and grins. “You’re going to have a lovely set of lace patterns on your skin when you finally take this off!” she says. “We better make sure that the snaps are hanging correctly before we put him back into the stroller.” She adds.

I look down and I realize what they meant by the snaps. What they have put on me is a wide type of garter belt designed to hold up stockings. I start to struggle a little. To which Sarah says, “I don’t think so little man!” as she grips me a little harder.

“Relax my little sweetie you’re going to enjoy this!” Debbie quickly adds as she to grips me a little harder also.

Rosa steps in front of me when she finishes tying the laces in back. “Now little one you need to behave and let us finish getting you ready! You trust all of your mommies don’t you?” she asks as they place me back in the stroller and secure me down.

“It looks like Anadolu Yakası Escort I don’t have much choice in the matter!” I reply.

“Oh you do but remember all choices have consequences!” Rosa states. “Some good and others let’s just say no so good!” She smiles for a moment. “Rachael would you mind giving him some coffee and then something to help him relax.”

“Here you go Mac take a drink of your coffee for me.” Rachael says raising the cup to my lips. Then lowering it and setting it down once I had taken a drink. She opens her blouse and turns my head and places a nipple in my mouth. “There you go now just relax.” She says.

They reposition the stroller so I’m in more of a laying position. “Okay he’s calmed down some!” Sarah says. Moments later I feel them sliding a set of stockings onto my legs. Then I feel them place something over my feet that goes a ways above my ankles. “And now the shoes!” Sarah directs.

I feel the ‘shoes’ go on but they are different from ones I’ve worn before. I feel a thin strap going around my ankles and I hear the click of a small lock on each one. Then I feel them folding down what was above my ankles.

“Okay little one we are going to stand you up now so we can hook up the snaps. If you give us any problems I’ll see that you wish you hadn’t!” Rosa says. “Just nod your head if you’re going to behave.” She says.

Realizing that I really didn’t have a choice and not wanting to find out what would happen if I did ‘misbehave’ I nod my head in agreement. They start undoing the straps once again and help me stand up. Which I’m thankful for because I find out that I’m wearing a set of three inch stiletto heels along with a pair of black nylon stockings and a pair of socks with the lacey tops turned down over the straps of the heels.

Cindy says, “His seams are a little crooked but we can take care of that easily enough.” As she starts straightening them and then hooks the snaps in the back.

Debbie and Sarah hook the ones on the sides and Rosa hooks the ones in the front. “Those heels with those stockings make his legs look pretty good not to mention how they perk up his butt.” Rachael says.

“See little one how nice they feel encasing your legs.” Rosa says. “Just think we wear them all the time! Now we are going to sit you back down and place just a few of the restraints on you if you don’t cause us any problems.”

I agree and they help me take a step back so I can sit down. Then they use only a few of the restraints available to secure me to the stroller. Rachael picks up my cup and gives me another drink, then hands it to Carol to go refill it. Sarah and Debbie lightly run their hands up my stocking covered legs smiling at me as they watch my reaction. Rosa reaches up and places her hand on my crotch to check and see if I’ve wet myself yet.

“Still dry but, little one you have a very nice stiff penis right now.” Rosa says.

Carol comes back with not only my cup of coffee but a second as well and hands them to Rachael. “Let me see how he’s doing.” She says as she runs her hand up my leg and feels my erect penis through the diaper. “I think he is enjoying this more than he is admitting!” she says with a chuckle.

“You know Mac I think you enjoy being forced into situations like this by women who are all taller than you. It’s a kind of release for you.” Cindy says. “Just like it is for me when you took on the role of daddy for me!”

“She has a point there little man.” Sarah says still gently rubbing my leg. “To you these stockings are something you’ve enjoyed seeing on others and maybe even thought about trying but you didn’t because of how that would be view by society. Now that we forced you into them you can enjoy them because we did it to you!” she states. “And by the nice erection you have going on I believe you are enjoying them very much so!”

“Time for another drink of coffee Mac.” Rachael says as she places the cup to my lips so I can drink. “We want to be sure that your all nice and wet for Denise!”

“Not to mention all nice and horny also!” Carol says. “So Mac what have you got to say about what we’ve done to you? We can tell you like it but we want to hear you describe it to us.” She states to the general agreement of the others.

I blush very deeply partly from being embarrassed and partly by the fact that I can’t control my own body that is betraying me. Rosa speaks up, “Little one there is no need to be embarrassed or ashamed that you’re enjoying this. This is in many ways a turn on for us as well. Let me show you.” She says as she moves her diaper aside and lowers her crotch onto my fingers so I can feel just how wet she is. “See I’m being very honest to you now take a minute or two and talk to us little one.”

I look around and see they are all nodding their heads in agreement. I take a breath and then I say, “Okay it’s a little like when I was sitting in the break room in this stroller with the external catheter on. That İstanbul Escort was embarrassing and exciting also but in a different way!” The whole time Sarah and Debbie are lightly rubbing my legs and tracing the pattern of the lace on the tops. “This feels for a better word ‘naughty’ somehow and exciting! Partly because I’m sitting here restrained with all of you looking on and the fact that I’m wearing all this and now you’re trying to get me to wet my diaper.”

“Well we wanted to give you a set of breasts but the falsies we have here aren’t very realistic!” Carol states. “If you had given us anymore problems we had a skirt, a wig and a few other items at our disposal we could have used. It’s a shame really I know I’m not the only one who would have enjoyed seeing that!”

Rachael again places the cup to my lips for me to drink. “You still have a lot of coffee to go yet before Denise gets back.” She says as I take a drink. When I swallow it she has me take another, “We’ll get you good and wet in plenty of time.” She adds.

“My little sweetie I’ve known several people who were cross dressers of both sexes!” Debbie states. “You could even go so far as to say that Carla our newest coworker, is a cross dresser! Granted she did it to find a good paying job but technically she was dressing as a guy! I’ll even bet that if you asked her she would say that there were times she enjoyed it!”

“So daddy, have you ever dressed up as a young lady or a woman before?” Cindy says with a little girl grin on her face.

“Once a long time ago when I was in elementary school I dressed as ‘Martha Washington’ for the class Halloween party. My mother made a period dress for me to wear and she got a wig done in the style of the time. Other than that no I haven’t! I had chances to when I was younger, girlfriends would suggest it for Halloween or costume parties but I never did it.” I answer.

“So little one was Martha Washington. Tell me do you remember what the dress looked like and be specific I want to know all the details because I want to be able to see just how cute you were in my mind!” Rosa says as Rachael takes a seat behind me and Cindy has me finish the one cup of coffee.

“Well it was a very long time ago Rosa I’m not sure I can remember the details.” I say.

“Little man I just know you can remember for us! We all want to be able to see it.” Sarah says as she rubs my leg and continues to trace the lace pattern at the top of the stocking.

“Instead of trying to describe the whole outfit, let’s focus on one part and go from there.” Rosa says. “Now little one let’s start with the sleeve. What length was it?”

“It came to the middle of my forearm and had lace on the end of it. It was a light blue color and the lace was white.” I say. “It ended on the other end at just beyond the shoulder. The neckline was kind of square shaped and a little low in front.”

Cindy places the edge of her hand on my chest, “How low was it? Was it here?” she asked with her hand about two inches below my neck. I tell her it was above three quarters of the way down my chest muscles. “So about here?” she asks as she lowers her hand a little further. I tell her yes.

“The front piece was a darker blue that went from there to the waist with lace around the edges and the top was tight fitting like the younger ladies wore during that time. As for the skirt it had lace around the bottom and matched the sleeves. It also had a choker of the same color.” I said.

“Was the skirt straight or was it I’ll say fluffy for lack of a better word.” Rosa asks and I tell her that I wore a petticoat under it so it would look fluffy as she called it. “You did good little one I can see it now! You must have looked so cute in that dress! I bet you kept it for a long time after that didn’t you?”

“Yes I did. I kept it in my closet but I never wore it again!” I said. “And before you ask I enjoyed wearing it but I didn’t know why back then. I don’t think I would wear it again even if it did fit, I think I’d prefer something a little more modern. Either way I’m just a bit too hairy in the chest for that now a days!”

“You definitely are that little one.” Rosa says as she runs her finger over the corset and onto my chest. “Well shaving would be out with your chest! You have a natural cleavage thing going on and waxing hurts like hell believe me I know. There may be a way that we could give you that look so you could pass for a woman. I think you might like that!”

Cindy starts to give me another drink of coffee, “My bladder is as full as it can get! I promise you that I have to pee but it is really hard to do with this erection I have.” I say as Cindy puts down the cup.

Debbie and Sarah start rubbing my crotch near my bottom. “Come on we know you can pee for us you did it in the break room. All you have to do is relax that muscle that is holding it in there. Come on you can do it!”

I manage to relax just enough for it to start flowing. “There you go let it all out sweetie.” Debbie says to me. “I can feel you peeing; it’s all nice and warm.” Then suddenly when she says that I really start going and I can’t stop.

“That’s it little man fill your diaper and make it all warm for mommy.” Sarah says as she lightly rubs the inside of my leg.

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In case it’s not your kind of story… Marcus licks Katherine, and sucks Charles. Story tags: female domination, male submission, pussy worship, teasing, anal toys, cum eating, bisexual male

This is one chapter in a series. If you haven’t read the earlier chapters, It is recommended that you start there. Over its full course, the story includes, among other things, female domination, male submission, toys, chastity, and bisexual play. If these aren’t your thing, you may want to find another story to read. For those who have enjoyed the story to this point, or my other writings, I hope this one does not disappoint.

An Obedient Boy for Katherine, Part 8

Marcus was waiting outside the Stewarts’ bedroom at 8:30 a.m. on Saturday morning for his usual morning meeting with Mrs. Stewart. He’d never considered himself a morning person, but the routine she had established for the start of their day has quickly become a well-established part of his day. Each day, before meeting Mrs. Stewart, he made sure to be showered, shaved, and prepared in accordance with her wishes, wearing one of the anal plugs she had given him and with the Holy Trainer chastity cage locked in place. He was allowed access to a key for the cage to facilitate daily cleaning but was expected to honor her wishes that he not use it to satisfy himself without permission. Obedience to Mrs. Stewart’s wishes had resulted in Marcus being used as Mrs. Stewart’s sexual plaything most mornings, his balls often being drained by her desires, and his lips and tongue kept busy lapping up the cum he produced and any cum that Mr. Stewart had deposited on or in his wife before leaving for work.

While waiting for the bedroom door to open, Marcus pondered how quickly and thoroughly it had become normal for him to be naked except for the chastity cage as he served in the Stewarts’ home. That even extended to remaining nude in the presence of the couple’s cleaning ladies and for a growing circle of their kink-minded friends.

Living in the Stewarts’ maid’s suite beside the garage had been arranged through his Aunt Bess who was a close friend of the Stewarts. That arrangement enabled Marcus to live within walking distance of the local college. His tuition was covered by scholarships, but he was responsible for his own housing, a fiscal challenge in the upscale community built around the college. Aunt Bess had gotten him into the Stewarts’ home, and his rent was to be covered by the pay from a job with one of the local companies that did contracted insurance remediation with Mrs. Stewart’s firm. That job, unfortunately, had ended after only a few weeks. Mrs. Stewart, in accordance with her promises to Aunt Bess, offered to let Marcus stay in the maid’s suite in exchange for chores around the house. A chore list that had started with tidying the kitchen, cleaning the walkways, and washing their cars, had evolved into Marcus becoming the Stewarts’ naked and submissive house boy, a result that Marcus wouldn’t now trade for anything.

Marcus turned toward the bedroom door as it opened and smiled when he saw that the first person coming out was Mr. Stewart’s executive assistant, Becky. She acted in that official role for all of the VPs at Mr. Stewart’s firm and Marcus had more than once heard him describe the extra duties that attended her employment there as free use. This was not the first time she’d spent the night in the Stewarts’ bedroom. He’d also heard Mrs. Stewart describe Becky as much smarter than her air-headed slut persona implied and that she was likely to become one of the company’s VPs much sooner than her employers expected, with the knowledge she gained working under and with the VPs.

Blonde, slender, and large-breasted for her size, Becky stood only five feet tall in her bare feet and was a full six inches shorter than Marcus. Her rounded breasts seemed slightly too large for her small frame but did not appear to Marcus’ eye to have been enhanced to achieve their shape and stimulating bouncy nature. With her blonde hair still untidy from sleep and a few traces of last night’s makeup still evident, Becky looked no less sexy than when she was dressed to party.

Soon after Becky had learned that she could expect to find Marcus waiting outside the bedroom, naked and caged as he was, she had intentionally begun to exit the bedroom without having dressed. Carrying her clothes and shoes, she enjoyed making a little show of dressing in front of Marcus. Her shoes, Louboutin slingback pumps, dangled from her fingers as she approached and stood very close to Marcus. Becky had a very small amount of silky fabric draped over one arm that Marcus assumed was her dress, and likely the only clothing she was wearing when she arrived at the house.

The pretty smirk on her lips as she looked up at Marcus indicated to him that she knew exactly what she was doing to tease and torment him and his caged cock with her naked presence. As Becky dropped her shoes and dress on a nearby sofa, Marcus stood still with his Maltepe Escort feet shoulder width apart and moved his hands to the small of his back. He’d found that posture, which Becky had referred to as “standing like a sexy soldier” to be the best way to interact at a minimum with her teasing and temptation.

With her free hand, Becky circled Marcus’ left nipple with one perfectly manicured fingertip.

“Hi, Marcus, you’re looking very sexy this morning.”

“Good morning, Miss Becky, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Becky’s hand trailed downwards, her fingertips staying in contact with Marcus’ skin until her hand reached down to gently cup his balls under the chastity cage.

“Mmm, I need to find a great guy like Charles who will let me keep a naked house boy too. I like it when you call me ‘Miss Becky’… it’s so obedient,… so submissive.”

Her last words were barely a whisper for Marcus’ ears before she continued.

“One of these days I’m going to ask Katherine if you’re allowed to date, and if she says yes I’ll borrow the key too and find out what’s she keeping locked up here.”

Marcus bit his lips as he held back a soft moan when Becky started massaging his balls.

“Would you like to go on a date with me, Marcus?” Becky asked in a whisper.

Not trusting his voice, Marcus nodded ever so slightly.

“Mmm,” Becky murmured, “I’d bet you’d be my good boy, wouldn’t you?”

Marcus nodded again.

“Or would you like to be the locked boy I come home to from my dates, with a freshly-fucked pussy for you to lick clean? Would you still be my good boy then?”

As Marcus started to nod once again Becky giggled and stepped back.

“I hope your cage doesn’t get too tight thinking about it,” she said with a grin as she held up her dress and shoes, “but I have to get going. It’s a good thing I brought sweats and runners for the walk home, otherwise, the neighbors would see one very sexy slut-walk in these.”

Marcus could only watch as Becky crossed the room to where her gym bag sat near the front door. She glanced over and smiled as she slipped into her sweats and blew Marcus a kiss as she slipped out the front door.

As the front door closed, Marcus’ attention was drawn to the opening of the bedroom door.

“Was that Becky heading out?” Charles asked as he stepped through the open doorway.

“Uh, yes, sir,” Marcus said quickly as he got his mind off Becky’s teasing, “did you want me to try and catch her?”

“Oh, no,” laughed Charles, “it’s not a long walk for her and anyway, if I get her in the car I’ll never make my tee-off time.”

It took a few seconds for Marcus to realize that Charles wasn’t referring to the length of the detour to drive Becky home. Grinning at his own humor, Charles crossed the living room into the kitchen. He poured a coffee and started heading for the garage. Before he disappeared down the hallway towards the garage, he looked back over at Marcus.

“Oh, yeah, I was supposed to tell you that she’s waiting for you,” he said.

Marcus reacted quickly and headed into the bedroom where Mrs. Stewart waited for him on the bed.

“Good morning, Marcus, did you see Becky on her way out? That girl is insatiable, she’s like an Energizer bunny in bed. I don’t think Charles and I have shared such an entertaining playmate since Bess was living with us.”

“Uh… good morning, ma’am,” Marcus managed to say as he absorbed the information in Mrs. Stewart’s greeting.

Katherine swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Spreading her legs, she crooked a finger to draw Marcus into standing between her open thighs. Cradling Marcus’ balls in one hand, Katherine traced the emerging lines defining Marcus’ abs with the tip of the index finger of her other hand. Gently she kneaded his balls as she spoke.

“No playtime this morning, my boy, heaven knows I need some recovery time. But I will be making some calls this afternoon from my office and will be desiring your tongue to help me relax while I chat. To keep you busy this morning, there’s a short list of tasks for today on the table. Have your chores done, and be cleaned up and ready for me by one, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” Marcus said quietly, hoping his disappointment at not sexually serving his mistress wasn’t too evident.

Marcus stepped back when Mrs. Stewart released his balls. Taking the list from the table he paused at the doorway and turned back.

“I will be ready for one o’clock, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” Katherine sighed, “and please close the door, I think I’m going to get another hour’s sleep.”

Marcus looked at the task list once he was back in the living room. It was mostly his usual chores and he noted that the ones to be done outside, tidying the patio and sweeping the walkways were detailed to keep him on the sheltered areas of the property. In that, he knew that Mrs. Stewart wasn’t intending for him to wear any clothes while tending Anadolu Yakası Escort to those chores. The list ended with a task that made Marcus smile.

The last item on the list was a request to wipe down all of the furniture in the basement playroom. The spanking horses and benches, bondage chairs, St Andrew’s crosses, and massage tables were all familiar to him from visits to the basement with Mrs. Stewart. He had seen some in use during the play party, but his own experiences down there were limited. Mrs. Stewart’s request would certainly put his mind on the possibilities of further play in the basement for the rest of the day.

Applying himself to his labors, Marcus was in the basement well before lunchtime and spent a full hour carefully tending to his cleaning task. As he circled the room polishing the woodwork of the furniture and wiping a leather treatment into the padded surfaces, he also took the time to inspect the various storage cabinets.

In each area was a wall-mounted cabinet with a wide variety of toys and implements appropriate for use in that area of the basement. Bondage gear, dildos and vibrators, floggers and paddles, and so much more were stored neatly in the cabinets. Guests in the basement dungeon were welcome to use anything from the cabinets with a few caveats. If they used something that couldn’t reliably be cleaned afterward or that they decided to keep for themselves, they would pay for its replacement. It was a system that also ensured a steady changeover of toys for the Stewarts’ guests to discover and use over time.

Marcus could lose himself in any of the room’s play area cabinets. He’d touch the toys and implements, feeling their textures and firmness against his fingertips. He’d imagine the feel of the paddles and floggers on his body, the tightness of the bondage straps that might hold him to the furniture pieces, or the feel of the insertable toys in his ass as his muscles tightened on the anal plug he had kept in all morning. Marcus repeatedly caught himself holding his breath as he pictured a particular scene in his mind, the sudden gasp for fresh air shaking him from each momentary descent into sub-space as he imagined submitting to the items in Mrs. Stewart’s hands.

It was almost noon when Marcus returned to the maid’s suite. In the next hour, he had a light lunch, showered, touched up the shaving of his face and genitals, and prepared to meet Mrs. Stewart. After removing the chastity cage for his shower, he thoroughly cleaned all of its parts before locking it back in place. He paused briefly to consider which anal plug he would wear to meet his mistress, finally choosing the larger plug she had given him. Shaped like a replica of Mr. Stewart’s cock, the first three inches were of identical thickness to the real phallus is replicated, while the lower three inches above the flaring base were narrower, ensuring that it would remain in place once inserted.

Precisely at 1 p.m., Marcus knocked softly on Katherine’s office door. Entering at her invitation he found her standing beside her desk holding a tablet and using it to set up the wall-mounted big screen for her video calls. One of the club chairs had been moved in front of the screen and an inset view on the screen showed that the view presented to callers would include the entire scene of Marcus at Katherine’s feet.

Katherine slipped off her dressing gown to reveal that she wore only a pair of thigh-high stockings in sheer black nylon. Easing herself into the club chair she smiled at Marcus and pointed at the floor between her feet. As Marcus moved into position, Katherine raised her legs to hook them over the low arms of the chair. She reached down and stroked Marcus’ cheek as she spoke.

“Slow, and gentle.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marcus replied as he positioned himself for his task with no knowledge of who Katherine planned to call or how long he would be servicing her smooth pussy.

Kneeling, Marcus slid his hands between the chair cushion and the outside of Katherine’s bottom. He lowered his lips toward her pussy and softly kissed the inside of each of her thighs inches from her labia.

“Mmm, good boy,” Katherine murmured as she started her first call.

Marcus lowered his face to place a soft open-lipped kiss directly on Katherine’s exposed asshole. He listened to her soft sigh as the tip of his tongue circled that intimate spot before kissing his way slowly up along her labia to her clit. As he applied that series of gentle kisses he heard the voice of Katherine’s first caller.

“Good afternoon, Mistress Katherine, I am so glad we could chat.”

Aunt Bess’ cheerful voice quickly faltered as she took in the scene that filled her own screen.

Knowing her Mistress’ expectations, Bess was naked for the call and her camera was placed to show herself from the waist up. Her nipples were pierced with bars from which dangled small loops of shiny silver chain linking the ends of each bar.

Katherine chose İstanbul Escort not to even acknowledge Bess’ hesitation at seeing her nephew kneeling between Katherine’s thighs with his lips on her pussy.

“Hello, Bess, it’s so good to see you,” Katherine said with a smile, “I’ve been missing our chats and am so happy to see that you’re properly dressed, or shall we say undressed today.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mistress,” Bess replied calmly, though Katherine could tell the scene affected her.

“Oh, Bess, it’s so nice to have an obedient slut around the house again. Marcus’ tongue is such a delight and I haven’t truly enjoyed such a well-trained pussy licker since you last stayed with us.”

Marcus fought the reflex to break his slow and steady pace of servicing Katherine’s pussy. He began another series of gentle kisses along her outer labia and up to Katherine’s clit to maintain focus on his task.

“Mistress…,” Bess’ voice trailed off as she was unable to voice a protest.

“No secrets, right ‘Aunt’ Bess,” Katherine’s voice held the slightest edge of directness.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bess sighed as she recovered her composure, “I am so glad that Marcus has fit in so well with your household.”

“Oh, he has, Charles and I are very pleased with his training progress. Marcus told me you had a nice video chat the other day. He thinks you had to cut out abruptly because you realized he was riding the plug I had given him. Is that true, Bess?”

“Ohhh,” Bess moaned softly before replying, “yes, ma’am, I was surprised at his boldness.”

“Well,” laughed Katherine, “he doesn’t quite have your bratty side, but I can see he knows just how to keep you on edge.”

“Yes, ma’am, he does.”

“And you, my bratty girl. I see you’re wearing some pretty nipple bars and chains today, are you also squirming on a nice plug for me?”

With his tongue gently parting Katherine’s pussy lips, Marcus felt that he could feel the blush in Bess’ reply.

“Yes, ma’am, I am,” Bess said quietly.

“Show me.”

“Mistress!… oh,… yes ma’am,” Bess’ voice went from mild shock to obedient resignation in those few syllables.

Katherine smiled as she caressed Marcus’ head and watched as Bess stood, turned about, and knelt on her chair. Supporting herself on the chair’s back, Bess used both hands to spread her deliciously ample cheeks. In doing so, she exposed the jeweled base of a metal anal plug that was deep in her pretty ass.

Katherine laughed.

“Very pretty, Bess, I remember that purple jewel, I’m happy to see that you’re using a nice plug that I gave you while we chat. Such a good slutty girl you are for Mistress.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Bess replied as she returned to her seat, slightly relieved that Marcus had not been permitted to watch her display the plug for Katherine.

“I bet you considered riding something bigger, didn’t you? Maybe one like Marcus was riding to chat with you, or a full-size Charles dildo to feel him deep inside you again?”

“I did consider them both,” Bess admitted.

“But slutty Princess Bess chose a plug that was shiny and pretty instead,” Katherine said with a chuckle and then mused aloud, “Perhaps I should have you switch to one that is much more filling.”

“Oh, Mistress!” Bess’ voice didn’t quite hit a plaintive note to hide her slutty desire to be ordered by her Mistress to do just that.

Katherine smiled at Bess as she reached between her legs with both hands. Sliding her fingertips between her inner thighs and Marcus’ cheeks she spread her pussy lips wide to invite his tongue deep inside.

“Go get your toys, Bess,” Katherine ordered, “a Charles’ dildo for that slutty ass, another one for me to watch you suck, and a little vibrator for your clit.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bess obediently replied before disappearing from view briefly.

While Bess was off-screen, Katherine pushed Marcus’ face back from her pussy. Lowering her legs she sat up and took Marcus’ face in her hands, leaned forward, and kissed Marcus deeply.

“Mmm, I do love the taste of pussy on your lips, maybe one day I’ll taste Bess’ pussy juices on your face.”

Marcus’ eyes grew wide as he absorbed the implications of that statement.

“Would you like that, Marcus?” Katherine asked, “Would you like me to lick Bess’ pussy juices off your lips?”

Unable to find his voice, Marcus nodded as much as Katherine’s hands allowed.

“Good boy,” Katherine said with a smile, “now, would you like to hear your slutty aunt cum?”

Katherine didn’t really expect Marcus to articulate an answer to that question either. With Bess walking back into camera view, Katherine sat back and raised her legs to their prior position. She directed Marcus to continue his licking with a hand gesture that left no doubt to her expectations.

After guiding Marcus’ mouth back to her pussy, Katherine watched as Bess set a bottle of lube on the desk in front of her and held up the toys Katherine had requested she get. In her hands were a copy of Charles’ hard cock in a bright blue silicone, a similar dildo in natural tones that was one of the slender versions of Charles’ cock, and a small vibrator.

“Good girl, Bess,” Katherine said, “now let me see you fill that ass with Charles’ big cock.”

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ADDICTION

By uciboy

(2022)

PART 1

Kiko Kemuri brushed aside her long, silky black hair as she cocked her head upwards and slowly exhaled a creamy stream of smoke, adding to the hazy cloud that hung thickly above the kitchen table.God, how she loved smoking.

“Want another?” her friend Sakura asked as she reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of Asahi beer.

Kiko looked down at her watch. 2:45 pm. The kids would be home from school by 3:15. “Just one more,” she said as she stubbed out her cigarette in an overflowing ashtray and reached for her pack of Virginia Slims 120’s. With 30 minutes left, she had time for at least one, maybe two more cigarettes with that last beer. Her long delicate fingers pulled out a VS 120 which she instinctively brought up to her nose to smell the menthol. She lit it freehanded, performing a cheek-hollowed puff as she did so. Removing the cigarette from her lips, she let a ball of smoke emerge briefly before snapping it back and holding it deep in her lungs. She placed the cigarette back in her lips, brought her hands up to her face to once again brush back her hair, and exhaled through her nose while taking another puff.

Sakura handed her an opened bottle and reached for her own pack of VS 120’s as she sat down across from her smoking companion. “Beer and Virginia Slims,” she said after lighting the long cigarette. “My favorite part of the day.”

Kiko and Sakura had been life-long friends growing up in Tokyo. It was a quirk of fate that both had immigrated to America at the same time as their husbands found employment in Richmond, Virginia with Philip Morris International. Sakura’s husband had worked in the research lab, while Kiko’s husband was employed in marketing, specifically developing new ways to target young Asian American consumers. A devoted smoker herself, Kiko loved the goal of her husband’s new job. She had the smoking fetish, and she had it bad. Some would think her wish that the whole world smoked, health consequences be damned, was perverse. But to her husband in marketing, and more importantly to the company he worked for, it was a business model to be pursued. For her, it was just an erotic obsession.

Life was good for both women in the mid-2000s. Their husbands made a good living and provided them with all the cartons of VS 120’s they wanted. But then tragedy struck. Sakura’s husband less than a year ago had died in a freak accident in the Philip Morris lab, leaving her alone to raise one child but at least with a large settlement check from the company.

As for Kiko, her hardship was more common but no less jarring as her husband left her for a younger woman and moved to the New York headquarters, cutting himself off entirely from her and their two children. It had been ten years since she had even seen him last. They had married young; too young. But for a twenty year old female living in patriarchal Japan, the opportunity to move to America was too good to pass up. Now she struggled (emotionally, if not financially) to get by as a single mother in a foreign country.

So it goes without saying that these once a week afternoon get-togethers helped keep these two women sane.

“How are the finances?” Sakura asked her friend, following the question with a long puff and luscious French inhale.

“Theyaro” (since the divorce, Kiko never called her ex- by his name but instead referred to him as “the bastard”) “keeps the checks coming. At least I have that to be thankful for here in the US where child support laws are much stronger than in Japan.”

“Oh, come on,” Sakura replied, “you have a lot to be thankful for here in America.” She held up her freshly lit VS. “120’s, for instance, are much easier to purchase.”

“True,” Kiko said with a smile and a long puff. She inhaled the smoke deeply, not caring what the consequences to her lungs were. After all, being just 39 years old, she still had that young person’s sense of invincibility. She just wanted to feel the power of that smoke flowing through her body. Indeed, the fact that she was helpless to fight the addiction was a turn-on for her. “Now if only Hiro and Yuki would start smoking and stop bugging me to quit!”

“Ah, American kids,” Sakura replied with a scowl.

“It was so much easier in Japan,” Kiko added before taking another deep puff, snapping back the smoke, and holding it in her lungs before slowly exhaling through her nose. “Hiro is 19 now, and Yuki 18. I was already a pack a day smoker by 14!” She took another puff, spread her lips in a perverse smile and inhaled with a snap. “All this anti-smoking propaganda in the schools is really making my life difficult,” she said with smoke punctuating each word.

Sakura heard the chimes of the clock on the wall strike three. Any minute now her son would be home as he only had to walk across the street from the local charter high school. “Fortunately,” she said mysteriously, “I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Kiko asked slowly. And then she grew excited at the thought. “Has Nate started…?”

Just then the front door opened Bostancı Escort up and a young, handsome teenager in a white shirt and gray slacks walked in. The 18 year old (whose Japanese parents decided to bestow upon him an American name) was muscular without being bulky. His hair was dyed a light brown, and his face free of the kind of acne so many of his friends suffered from. He was, most teen girls of all races at his school believed, gorgeous.

“Hi Mom,” Nate said as he reached over and kissed Sakura on the cheek. The widower closed her eyes for a few seconds, savoring the moment. She was so proud that she gave birth to a son who knew how to treat his mother well.

“Hi Auntie,” Nate said with a hug. He then walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk.

Kiko was filled with anticipation that she might see Nate smoke. She didn’t have to wait long. Once the young man set down the carton of milk, he reached into a kitchen drawer, pulled out a pack of Marlboro Lights, and proceeded to light a cigarette while putting the pack into his shirt pocket. Puffing on the 100 freehanded, he grabbed a clean glass from the sink and began to pour the milk into it, exhaling through his nostrils and puffing simultaneously on his cigarette. Kiko felt a momentary flash of guilt as her nipples began to harden.

Nate walked back towards the women, glass in one hand and the cigarette clasped between his lips, puffing and exhaling with every few steps. When he reached the table, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it over the ashtray.

Butterflies were swarming in Kiko’s stomach. If only she could get her own kids to follow Nate’s example. “So you’re a smoker now,” Kiko said in a tone that obviously conveyed how proud she was of him.

“Uh-huh,” the teenager answered matter-of-factly. “I like it.”

“We all do,” Kiko said as she brought a freshly lit 120 up to the side of her mouth and puffed slowly. She couldn’t help herself from flirting with the young man, something Sakura watched with amusement.

“Why don’t you go start your homework now,” Sakura urged with a gentle touch to his back. “I’ll be in soon to help you.”

“See ya, Auntie,” Nate said with a smile, and he once again put the cigarette between his lips and left it there as he walked down the hall to his room, carrying his backpack and the glass of milk.

Kiko held her 120 aloft as she watched the boy leave the room. When she heard him close his bedroom door, she let out a large gasp. “How the HELL did you manage that?!”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Sakura gushed, holding the 120 just to the side of a wide smile. She turned to look down the hallway towards his room. “He’s such a gorgeous smoker.”

“You think?” Kiko gawked midway through a puff. “And Marlboro Lights,” she added with a grin. “Howterribly masculine.”

Sakura blushed.

“So how’d you do it?” Kiko desperately asked.

Sakura looked at her friend silently for a few seconds.Should she tell Kiko the secret to her success? She placed her half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and walked towards a cabinet on the other side of the room. “You know that my husband worked in the lab at Philip Morris, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Kiko replied.

“Well,” she said reaching into the cabinet and pulling out an unopened two liter bottle with a clear liquid, “the basic goal of the lab is to develop products to ensure that smokers stay committed. You know, spiking nicotine levels…that sort of thing. But Ichiro was involved in a division calledBlack Ops, a department so secret that not even most lab workers knew what it was developing. Everyone assumed, however, it was how to makenew smokers.”

Sakura took a seat, placing the bottle on the table. “This was one of the projects he was working on before he died.” The bottle was unmarked except for two Japanese characters written in Sharpie black ink. “He called it Nicotine Nectar.”

Kiko gave her friend a quizzical look. “What’s it made of?”

“No idea,” she said as she picked up her cigarette. “I’m no chemist.” She took a double-pumped puff, inhaled, and then a third puff which she snapped back. “He told me that there had been a series of successful tests on non-smokers; but that the company didn’t want to use it,” she added with smoke pouring out of her mouth as she stubbed out the cigarette and reached for her VS120’s pack. “Can you imagine the scandal that would have ensued if the company had employed it surreptitiously, say in sodas or candy bars?” She paused just long enough to light the 120. “The CEO,” she continued after exhaling, “was so worried about the bad publicity should news of it ever go public that he ordered Ichiro to destroy all of his research.” She tapped her cigarette over the ashtray and leaned close towards Kiko in a conspiratorial fashion. “Ichiro destroyed the paper documentation, but he brought the Nectar home.” She sat back, nodding her head. “I still have cases of this stuff just sitting in the house which I didn’t know what to do with after he died.”

“And you used it on Nate,” Kiko said reproachfully, unable to Ümraniye Escort mask a tone of shock in her voice.

“Well,” Sakura replied defensively, “not before first trying it on myself! Of course, I’ve been smoking for over twenty years, so I didn’t really feel any effect, except maybe that I smoke a few more cigarettes per day.”

Kiko could tell she was lying. In fact, her smoking today appeared to have increased if the full ashtrays around the house were any sign.

“Just a few drops in a glass of water will make your second hand smoke smell so sweet to the drinker that they’ll be dying to try it. Then,” Sakura paused to take a puff before continuing, “you just let the magic of addiction do its thing.”

Kiko picked up the bottle and was lost in thought.Could what her best friend was saying be true? It must be. Nate was a smoker now!

“Mom,” Nate hollered from his room, “I need you.”

Sakura was lost in thought herself as she looked down the hallway longingly. Slowly she reached into her purse, pulled out a small lipstick cartridge, and applied it to her lips. “Oh, and be careful how much you use,” she said almost in a whisper as she continued staring towards Nate’s room. “Ichiro told me his tests showed that one byproduct was that it served as an aphrodisiac.”

“Hmm?” Kiko asked, looking up and seeing an expression of yearning on her friend’s face.

“Oh,” Sakura said with some embarrassment. “Nothing. You know how sexy smoking is.”

“You know it,” Kiko said with a wicked smile as she brought the cigarette up to her mouth for a sensuous puff. “Just a few drops?”

“Or more,” Sakura said as she opened the cap of the Nicotine Nectar and poured an ounce into her beer bottle. “It tastes pretty good.” She then brought the Asahi to her lips and chugged its remaining contents. “I better go check on Nate. Let me know how things go with the kids.”

Sakura got up from the table and began walking towards Nate’s room at a quickstep that Kiko found a bit unusual. No time to think about that now, however. It was after 3:15. Hiro and Yuki would both have arrived home.

As Kiko was exiting the house through the front door, she heard Sakura say from Nate’s bedroom, “Mommy is here now”…and then silence. Kiko walked out to her car and drove down the two blocks towards her home.

PART 2

Kiko was the consummate over-protective Asian mother. She loved being a stay-at-home Mom, even holding back each of her kids from school for a year because she wasn’t ready to part with them. The result, of course, was that both Hiro and Yuki were a year older than their classmates, an embarrassment that they tried to keep hidden from friends. After all, it wasn’t because of any learning disabilities that they were held back; it was because their mother just couldn’t let go.

When Kiko entered the house through a door which linked the garage to the kitchen, she heard both of her children in the living room where they normally congregated for an hour after coming home from school. There they would sit before changing out of their school uniforms, scrolling through their cell phones and munching on a Japanese snack made by their Mom before they got home. Kiko opened the refrigerator and saw that the kids had already pulled out the snack. “Now they just need something to drink,” Kiko whispered mischievously as she stroked the bottle of Nicotine Nectar.

She didn’t quite know why, but this whole machination of seeking to turn her kids into smokers made her horny. And when she was horny, she had to smoke. She lit a cigarette and pulled deeply on it while clenching it in her teeth. She inhaled through her nose as she took a second puff, and then blew a gust of smoke out of the side of her mouth. Continuing to smoke freehanded, she grabbed from a cabinet a can of instant powdered lemonade and a pitcher. Once the powder was mixed into the water, she had to determine how much nectar to add to it. “A few drops,” she remembered Sakura saying, but then she watched her friend put at least an ounce into her own beer bottle. And this was a pitcher, after all, for two people. Using a measuring cup, she added five ounces just to be safe. She took a sip with a spoon. “Mmm,” she hummed to herself, “pretty good.”

She stubbed out in an ashtray her VS 120 and picked up the pack on the counter to put into her pocket. She then proceeded to pour the lemonade into two glasses, putting them and the pitcher all on a platter. “Sorry I’m late guys,” she said holding the platter as she walked into the living room. “I got held up at Auntie’s house. Who’s thirsty?”

“Oh, cool,” her son, Hiro, said. “What’s the occasion?” He took one of the glasses and immediately brought it to his lips, taking gulp after gulp until the glass was two thirds empty.

Kiko smiled.This wouldn’t take long at all. “No occasion,” she said as she sat down on one of the living room chairs next to her daughter and proceeded to light a cigarette. Immediately Yuki got up, made a feint cough, and moved to another chair on the other side of the room.

“That’s pretty good, Mom,” Hiro said as he finished Kartal Escort up the glass. “It tastes a bit different, though.”

“Does it?” Kiko asked innocently. “What do you think, Yuki? Why don’t you try it?”

The 18 year old with shoulder length jet black hair, was moving her thumbs at lightning speed on her phone. “I don’t like lemonade.”

Kiko grimaced. “Since when?”

“Sinceforever,” she said in that teenage tone that made Kiko feel like an uncaring parent who knew nothing about her children.

“Come on, Yuki, don’t be like this,” Hiro said. “Just try it.”

Yuki stopped texting and put down her phone with one immense frustrated sigh. “Okay,” she said picking up the glass. “I don’t like lemonade, but apparently everyone here wants me to drink this, so I will try it.” She took a sip and winced. “Too sour,” she said dismissively, and put the glass back on the tray.

What a bitch of a daughter I have, Kiko thought to herself with a disapproving wag of her head. Yuki reminded Kiko so much of herself at that age: rebellious; independent; not taking shit from anyone. With that kind of personality, why on earth, then, had she not yet started smoking?

“You don’t like it Drama Queen?” her older brother asked. “Then I’ll take it,” and he picked up the glass and kept drinking until it was empty.

A frown broke out on Kiko’s face. This wasn’t going to plan at all. How was she going to get her daughter hooked if her brother kept drinking her portion? She, after all, was the one who gave her the most trouble about her smoking.

Yuki gave another cough that Kiko could tell was performative. “I’m going to start my homework now,” she said in a tone of annoyance, and headed off to her room.

Hiro, however, stayed where he was sitting on the couch, feeling dizzy. “You okay?” Kiko asked him with great interest, wondering what effect so much nectar at one time would have on him.

The handsome young man, hale and muscular like Nate but with black hair and a few acne scars that gave his face a rugged character look, closed his eyes. “I think I drank too much at one time,” he replied with a burp. “My stomach feels really weird.”

Was Kiko witnessing a transformation? She took a puff on her cigarette and casually exhaled the smoke towards her son who normally would have been repulsed; but this time he remained still with his eyes closed. And then she noticed that he was breathing in the second-hand smoke through his nose.

Hiro opened his eyes. “That smoke smells really nice. Is it a different brand?”

SUCCESS, Kiko exclaimed in her mind.Thank you, Sakura!

“Nope,” she said calmly as she took another puff on the cigarette and let the uninhaled smoke slowly drift out between her lips towards Hiro. “It’s the same brand I’ve always had,” she added afterwards with thin wisps of smoke emerging from her mouth. She saw a yearning in his eyes, but she had this sense that it was wasn’t just for smoking. He was growing visibly uncomfortable, even shifting his legs at one point.

“Well,” he said shyly, “I better get on to my homework.” He picked up his backpack and walked toward the hall to his room. Before he did so, though, he turned to look at Kiko. There was that expression of yearning again. Was it just for a cigarette?

Alone in the living room now, Kiko was thrilled to the gills. Hiro was as good as a wannabe smoker. She just needed to make it easy for him to try it by leaving open packs around the house. That is, after all, how her own mother got her started in Japan. Or was her mother just careless? No matter. Kiko had her first cigarette at 14 and loved every puff since then. A few years back, she started leaving opened packs where her children would find them, but she soon realized that they were not taking the bait. Indeed, for them it was unwanted bait. She just couldn’t understand why her kids had no interest in smoking.

She heard a door down the hallway open and then watched Yuki pass through the living room into the kitchen. She then heard the refrigerator door open and close. Yuki, saying nothing, again walked through the living room, staring straight ahead and holding a bottle of water.

“Got it,” Kiko whispered softly as she realized how she could eventually get her daughter hooked. She poured the remainder of the lemonade from the pitcher into Yuki’s glass. She took a gulp, liked the taste, and finished it off, figuring there was probably an ounce or so of Nicotine Nectar mixed in that glass. Sakura was right.That Nectar does taste pretty good.

PART 3

Kiko loved growing up in the urban setting of Tokyo. There was always so much to do; so many places to eat; so many bars to drink at where she could flirt with the salarymen. She and Sakura met two of those men in a karaoke bar one night in Tokyo’s Kabukicho’s district. Both were young, hardworking employees of Japan Tobacco International who had dreams of working abroad. Sakura and Ichiro fell in love at first sight. But for Kiko, it was more of a marriage of convenience; a relationship based onlust rather than love. Both she and her husband certainly “loved” the fact that they were both smokers; and she had to admit that the sex was very good. Someone who has the fetish can only truly be satisfied in bed by someone who also has it. Both Kiko and her husband knew how to please each other. That was enough, at least at first.

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Father Mike had just returned from a short holiday to Italy, where he’d visited Vatican City. Such was the busy life of the Catholic priest. Now back at his home, he planned to relax for a few weeks, and spend some time with his secret lover, Jane. First however, he had a delicate problem to deal with. For the past week, he’d been suffering from terrible constipation, and hadn’t visited the toilet for five whole days.

Father Mike prided himself on his robust health; give or take the occasional stomach upset when he drank too much or ate a too-spicy curry. Whenever he went on an overseas trip however, his normally regular and daily bowel movements ground to a halt. This was embarrassing for the priest. To suffer an “accident” in church would be mortifying.

“My gut must be out of balance.” He muttered as he sat in his study, massaging his bloated belly. “Flying always does that.” He sighed. His abdomen was sore and he was starting to feel quite under the weather. He couldn’t go on like this. The idea of waste lingering in the rectum and causing a blockage was becoming an obsession–if not total paranoia.

He went to the toilet and tried to shit again, and strained for a while, but was unable to expel anything, not even a pea-sized piece of turd.

“By all the saints, the Devil is poisoning me from the inside,” Father Mike muttered. He prayed to God, begging him for help, and realised he was going to have to seek out some laxatives.

There was a knock on his door, and Jane entered.

“Hello gorgeous! Forgive me Father, for I have sinned!”

“Jane.” He smiled, and grimaced. She noticed his discomfort.

“Mike, what’s wrong?”

“Eh? Oh it’s nothing. Just a little stomach ache, that’s all. I’m fine.”

“Oh Mike. I’ve seen that look before. You’re not well. Remember a few weeks back when you overindulged and how violently sick you were? I know what you need. I can help. You’re having trouble having a poo, yes?”

“I haven’t been for five days.” He fiddled with his clerical collar.

“That’s not good. But not to worry. I’ll help you. I’ll prepare an enema for Anadolu Yakası Escort you at once. Come round to my place.”

Father Mike’s eyes widened at the mention of enema. He’d never had one before. “Oh…I was hoping for something that could be taken by mouth!”

Jane smiled. “It’s too late for that, Mike. You need to be purged of your shit. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I used to work as a nurse…besides, it could be fun, yes?”

The priest smiled. “As fun as a blumpkin?”

“We’ll see!”

At Jane’s house, Father Priest removed his trousers and underpants and lay on the bed. Not long after, he heard footsteps on the stairs. His nervousness increased when Jane entered, carrying a bowl and an enema syringe.

“You’ll feel so much better after this treatment. It yields very quick and effective results.” Jane smiled, putting some medical gloves on.

“Very well. My fate…and my bowels are in your lovely hands!”

She picked up a small bottle of oil, and began talking him through the procedure.

“First, I’m going to lubricate your arsehole, then I’m going to put the enema syringe in. If it begins to hurt at all, just tell me and I’ll stop the flow until it doesn’t hurt anymore. It’ll be best if you can take the full amount, for best results. Once you do, I’ll remove the syringe, and you have to keep your arse clenched so it stays in, then you can sit on the commode and expel it. Is that alright, Mike? Can you lie on your side for me?”

The priest nodded in response as his lover finished her explanation, he was nervous and excited.

Jane poured some oil on her index finger, and Father Mike gave a slight whimper as he was penetrated. Her finger went deeper than he expected, poking around a bit and spreading the lubricant. “Gosh, you really are blocked up.” She exclaimed. “We must get the enema in you right now.” Jane slowly removed her oiled finger and wiped it on a towel.

“Okay, I’m putting the syringe in now.” She placed the nozzle against Father Mike’s anus, and inserted it. It slid in without much difficulty. Jane Avrupa Yakası Escort had done a good job applying the oil lubricant, and it felt oddly pleasurable.

The priest gasped as the warm saline was released into him. It felt good, nothing like he expected, just a warmth and a fullness as it flowed into his bowels. Suddenly, he felt a cramp in his belly and gave a sharp gasp.

“Are you alright Mike?” Jane asked. “Deep breaths. Rub your belly.”

“Y-yes. Just a bit of pain,” he said. “Maybe things are starting to move?”

“Just a bit more.” She emptied the full contents of the syringe into him. Father Mike moaned. The enema was making him feel like he really had to shit, but he clenched his arse cheeks, holding it in as best he could, still taking deep breaths as Jane had instructed him to and massaging his belly, which was now even more distended.

“There! You’re all done! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jane smiled. Father Mike opened his eyes and looked at her.

“No, it wasn’t.” He said.. “Mmm, feels good having my arse filled like this.

“Okay, I’m going to remove the syringe now. Be sure to clench your arse tightly when I do, we wouldn’t want you to have a release on the bed,” said Jane.

Father Mike did as he was instructed, clenching as tightly as he could. She gently drew the nozzle out of the priest’s arsehole. “Right, get on the commode.”

Luckily, the commode was only a few feet away, and Father Mike staggered over to it and was grateful to sit down on the plastic seat. And Jane knew, that with her lover’s rectum already as packed with shit as it was, and little room in there for anything else, that moment would come sooner rather than later.

“Oh God, it’s coming,” Father Mike groaned. A wave of cramps rushed through him. His guts gurgled and churned. Several loud farts. Then it happened. A rush, like he’d never experienced before. Like everyone, he’d had diarrhoea in the past, but this something different entirely. It was as if his anus were vomiting. Gushes of the enema mixed with large, lumpy turds shot out of him İstanbul Escort and landed in the plastic commode.

Jane smiled and calmly watched him shitting. “That’s it, Mike! “Once you start plopping, you’ve expelled the Devil within.”

Father Mike sighed and moaned at his plops; the sheer relief, dropping turd after turd into the commode.

“Dear Lord, that feels so good!” There was so much inside him, it looked like he might never stop shitting. Another massive turd slid out of his throbbing hole and splashed down into the plastic pot, which was nearly filled to the brim with his creamy-brown shite.

He continued plopping away. As if that wasn’t enough, Father Mike suddenly and uncontrollably began to piss, a yellow stream shot from the tip of his cock. He let out a string of blasphemy, but Jane acted fast, grabbing a small plastic waste bin. She placed the bin at his feet to catch the arc of piss. Father Mike’s pee stream suddenly became heavier, and splashed onto the floor. Without hesitation, Jane slipped her hand round his cock and gently angled it at the bin.

“Ahhh.” The priest closed his eyes as he shat and pissed at the same time. Jane’s warm hand on his member felt divine, and the sudden rush of blood down there proved it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Father Mike’s bowel was finally empty, along with his bladder. The smell was unpleasant, but the relief – such sweet relief! He felt amazing. The cramps had gone, his belly had flattened. His shakiness had gone and he felt his strength returning. His arsehole felt a little sore, but that was to be expected.

“How do you feel now?” Jane said, her voice soft and reassuring.

“Never better! Oh Jane…I can’t thank you enough.”

She motioned for him to stand up. “I’m so pleased. Now let’s get you cleaned up.” She dipped a strip of cloth in a bowl of water. Father Mike gladly spread his arse cheeks, allowing her to wipe him clean down there. He was craving for her finger to enter him again.

She bit her lip as she noticed he was sporting a full erection.

“My work is not yet done, Mike. You still need further help. I must kneel and worship you.”

“Oh? You think I might shit again?”

“No. Your bowels and bladder are empty, but…” she knelt down before him and put her hand on his cock. “Your balls are still full.”

And with that, she grinned and lowered her head…

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I’m curious: would you read a story about medically induced rectal prolapse?

The church featured in this story is a fictional organisation from my novel (and ensuing anthology)

Rise of the Church: Zadie’s Journey.

I condone only safe, consensual sex in real life.

The characters are over 18.

Please enjoy!

Rectal Examination

‘Have you had much anal sex since I last saw you?’ said Doctor Wright.

Becky paused for a moment. ‘Only once.’

‘Ah. Have you engaged in more frequent anal masturbation?’

‘Not really, to be honest.’

‘You should make more of an effort to work out those anal muscles – it’ll do them some good!’

Becky shifted in her chair. ‘I’ll get myself a sex toy or—’

‘Oh, you don’t already have an anal dildo or butt plug?’

Becky shook her head.

‘Didn’t your university issue you a set?’

‘I missed freshers’ week, so I didn’t get that stuff.’

‘That’s alright – I can issue you with something.’

Becky smiled. ‘That’d be great, thank you!’

‘Well,’ said Doctor Wright, rising from behind his desk, ‘it’s unlikely much has changed, but let’s have a look at you anyway.’

Becky knew the drill, and the doctor didn’t need to prompt her to follow him to the medical chair. This was her sixth monthly rectal examination, and she knew exactly what to expect. It was the first year that the examination had been a mandatory requirement for all girls in her university, and it was supposed to monitor and encourage healthy anal development during a vital period of their young adult lives. All of Becky’s friends had joined the uni knowing that they would be obliged to attend the appointments, but she had heard of some older girls kicking up a fuss. There was little they could do to protest, though, as it was not a policy unique to their college; since the Secular Church of Acceptance – or the SCoA – had taken over the education system, it had been pressuring establishments to implement it, and this college was one of the last to do so.

‘I’ll apply some oil to your chest as usual,’ said Doctor Wright, fetching a small bottle as his patient climbed onto the big, faux-leather chair.

Becky nodded and let him unzip the cropped, satin hoodie of her clinic uniform. He had previously told her that the aroma from the oil would help her relax and ease the passage of the things that he would insert into her anus. The best place to apply it was on her chest, as it was close to her nose.

‘I’m sure these are a bit bigger every time I see you,’ he said with an appreciative smile as he pushed the silky material to the sides and exposed her breasts. He gently pinched her dark pink nipples. ‘You cold?’

‘It’s not very warm,’ she said, watching his fingers tweak and roll her swollen nubs. She suspected that he kept the room cool for this purpose – it was the same every time.

‘I’ll have to get the heating fixed,’ he said, dripping some oil onto her chest.

Becky waited patiently while he massaged the oil into her breasts – they glinted in the harsh medical lighting, and his slick fingers glided over the silky-smooth skin, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh for some time longer than necessary. She thought he spent longer doing this with each successive appointment, and she could tell that he was enjoying it, but she stayed quiet and left him to it.

Her hospital uniform was similar to that worn by the novices of the SCoA; the little zip-up hoodie was made of a delicately soft fabric that gave a lustrous sheen, and the flared skirt was barely long enough to cover her bottom. Underwear was forbidden, but high heels were mandatory, and the face and hair were expected to be presented to a high standard. Becky had given herself extra time that morning to perfect her makeup and style her hair into a masterpiece of curls and plaits. She had sat in class earlier in the day knowing that everyone knew at a glance that she was soon going to have a doctor poking around her anus. To eliminate any possibility of doubt, the words ‘Rectal Examination Clinic’ were emblazoned in a large font on her back.

‘Feeling relaxed?’ said the doctor, his eyes fixed on her chest as he moulded it into an endless variety of pleasing shapes.

‘Yes, thank you.’

He planted his hand between her shimmering breasts and gently pushed her back into the chair. ‘Let’s have a look at your rectum, then!’

Reclining in the padded seat, Becky lifted and spread her legs, letting her skirt fall back and expose her bald vulva as she placed her dainty calves in the stirrups. She watched passively as the doctor secured her wrists and ankles with sturdy straps, and she tried to control her breathing while he smothered his hand in a thick gel. She braced herself for what was to come – no matter how many times she underwent the procedure, she was always quite anxious at this point.

Doctor Wright gave her a warm smile as he began Bostancı Escort to tickle her puckered sphincter. ‘Do you look forward to this?’

‘Err… I don’t know.’

He gave her sparkling breasts an affectionate rub. ‘It’s okay to enjoy it – I won’t hold it against you!’

Becky didn’t know what to say. She had never thought of it as something she was even permitted to take pleasure in – people would surely think she was weird if she admitted to enjoying a medical appointment that way. On deeper reflection, she knew that she had actually been quite turned on during previous examinations, but she had buried those memories in a dark pit of shame to be kept secret even from herself.

A couple of digits slipped inside her, and she felt them contracting and writhing as they explored her innards. A third finger crept in, and a fourth stretched her open with some ease – they all curled together in a ‘come hither’ motion, emitting little squelching noises and sinking deeper and deeper until half the hand was enveloped by her beleaguered anus.

‘Do you remember your first appointment?’ said the doctor, plunging his hand all the way to the point that the crook of his thumb made contact with her bottom.

Becky heard a sucking sound as a gap formed between the palm of his hand and her straining anal muscles. ‘Of course! It was only six months ago.’

‘You could barely even manage two fingers. Now look at you!’

‘I have you to thank,’ she said with a pretty smile, remembering the seven-day intensive course of appointments he had prescribed her. She had been required to miss every afternoon of lectures that week to let him train her untouched anus, but by the end of it, she was as ready as any respectable woman to receive anal visitors.

He smiled and used his free hand to spread her flushed labia. ‘It’s nice to see that this makes you so wet.’

‘Do other girls get wet when you do this?’ she said as he slid a fingertip up and down her slit.

‘Most do,’ he said, swirling the finger around her little opening before holding it up for her to see its shimmering tip. ‘That’s not the lube!’

Becky smiled anxiously. ‘Please don’t tell anyone I get wet. They’ll—oh!’

Doctor Wright caressed her moist vulva reassuringly as he inserted his thumb into the already overly stretched anus. ‘Your secret is safe with me – we have a little thing called doctor-patient confidentiality!’

Becky was unable to reply as the doctor drove all five digits inside, pushing inward, withdrawing and diving in again, insistently goading the besieged orifice into submission. She stopped herself from crying out multiple times, but she knew that the biggest challenge was still to come, and she prayed that she would be able to hold it together this time and make the doctor proud.

He grabbed a gleaming breast. ‘Ready?’

She nodded and gasped as his knuckles finally bullied their way inside, his entire hand plunging into her bowel.

‘That’s the first time you didn’t scream,’ he said, gently stroking her soft rectal walls once she had recovered from the shock.

She gave a tired smile, looking forward to the pain of her obscenely dilated anus receding. Wrapped around his comparatively thin wrist, her sphincter was enjoying a much-needed break, and despite the lingering discomfort, she was able to focus on the strange but pleasant sensations as his hand tenderly caressed her internal organs.

‘Your intestines and stomach feel healthy,’ he said twisting and turning his hand as he felt her insides.

Just as her breathing returned to normal, the doctor pulled out past the knuckles and began to fist her in earnest, adjusting the stirrups and pushing her knees right back against her shoulders so that her bottom stuck out more severely, as though in offering to him. She whimpered piteously, writhing and squirming as the man repeatedly reached into her little belly and relentlessly harried her helpless rectum. His free hand danced excitedly from breast to breast, roughly fondling them as the intensity of his onslaught peaked.

Becky felt herself nearing orgasm, her pussy flooding with moisture and radiating pleasure throughout her little body despite not being the direct receiver of the vigorous stimulation. She found herself moaning unashamedly over the sloppy noises emanating from her jostled bowels; she was almost begging for blessed relief, and she was just on the verge—

‘Your rectum should be sufficiently loosened up now,’ said Doctor Wright, withdrawing his glittering hand and releasing her aching breasts.

‘No! Don’t stop!’ she cried, her battered orifice remaining hopelessly agape while the doctor fetched his tools.

He laughed as he pressed a transparent plastic cup against her lethargically closing anus. ‘I’m afraid I have a schedule to stick to!’

Becky groaned with frustration as he began to squeeze a rubber bulb pump which connected to the cup by a short hose, creating a seal around her still recovering orifice. Ümraniye Escort She immediately regretted her little outburst, and she made a valiant effort to compose herself again.

‘I have a feeling you’ll prolapse nice and quickly today,’ he said, slipping a couple of fingers into her slick pussy.

Becky felt the vacuum pull at her damaged anus, and as he continued to pump, the outward force increased, and her innards inched further and further into her exterior sphincter. The fingers inside her creamy twat prodded and pressed insistently against her delicate vaginal walls, helping to coax the neighbouring organ toward the exit. Her sphincter was wide open, but instead of a cavernous gape, a wrinkled and glistening mass of rectal tissue could be seen desperately clinging to the safety of the interior.

She gasped for breath when something abruptly gave way and her rectum burst out of her body, filling the suction cup with glinting red flesh. She shuddered and spasmed in her restraints, and the doctor jerked his hand away just as the crystal-clear juices squirted from her gaping pussy and cascaded over the plastic cup. She had been deeply embarrassed when she had climaxed the first time her rectum had been extracted, but Doctor Wright had reassured her that it was a perfectly normal response.

‘That was a powerful one!’ said the doctor, sliding his fingers among her engorged inner labia and spreading her sparkling juices around her smooth mons.

Becky’s breathing slowly calmed as she entered a dreamlike state, her mind drifting from the doctor’s surgery even while the man continued to pump and goad her displaced organ deeper into the cup.

‘I’ll leave you like that for a while,’ he said, leaving the suction device hanging from her bottom as he moved around the medical chair. ‘Should let your rectum get used to being outside your body.’

Becky smiled absently at him as he began to massage her glossy breasts, but she started to feel a little awkward when it became apparent that he was acting only for his own enjoyment rather than any medical benefit. She heard the groans and yelps of girls in neighbouring rooms and wondered how she had not registered them earlier.

‘Your chest is always a pleasure to play with,’ said Doctor Wright, squashing her breasts together quite forcefully before pulling them apart and repeating the movement. ‘There’s definitely more to play with than when you started coming to me, though!’

Becky gave him a polite smile and waited patiently for him to content himself.

‘I could play with them all day. If only I didn’t have a schedule to maintain!’ he said, giving her a final squeeze before grabbing the cup containing her prolapsed rectum. ‘Let’s have a look down here.’

Cool air enveloped her exposed rectal tissue as soon as the doctor popped the cup off her bottom, and he quickly wrapped a constricting band around the base of the protruding organ to hold it outside her body.

The doctor laughed, noticing the globules of white liquid on the bulging rosebud. ‘Is that Professor Anderson’s semen again?’

‘He wanted to come inside me before my appointment again,’ she said, rolling her eyes.

Doctor Wright chuckled to himself and gently squeezed the prolapsed organ, his fingers sliding in the creamy seminal fluids which coated the delicate folds of glistening red tissue. ‘Mind if I take a little video for him?’

‘Sure!’

He cupped her rectum and palpated it softly as he brandished his camera phone and spoke at it. ‘You’re quite the joker, aren’t you, Ted?’ He pointed the camera at his patient’s transformed genitals. ‘You’ll run out of semen to put in them at this rate!’

Becky smiled as the doctor pointed the camera at her face, but she winced slightly when he grabbed her breast a little too forcefully before returning his hand to her fleshy protuberance.

The doctor grinned and absently caressed his patient as he sent the short video to his friend. He pointed the phone at her once more and casually took a couple of photos before finally putting down the device.

‘Your rectum looks and feels healthy,’ he said, inserting a fingertip into the little opening at the centre of the mass of glistening tissue. ‘The nurse did a good job cleaning you as usual.’

Becky had received a thorough enema in the preparation room before her appointment; the clinic was busy, so she had been crammed in, shoulder to shoulder, with several other girls on all fours, long hoses delivering a cleansing solution from transparent bags dangling from metal frames.

‘You don’t feel any pain while I squeeze it like this?’

‘No,’ she said with a smile, though it always felt weird and surreal when he touched her rectum outside her body.

He smiled as he groped and fondled the displaced organ. ‘It’s nice not to have to use that horrible old speculum, isn’t it?’

She smiled and nodded as he removed the constricting band.

He pushed her rectum back inside, his entire hand plunging Anadolu Yakası Escort in after it, making her jolt and writhe in her bonds, arching her back and clenching her fists. He chuckled when the glinting organ popped back out after he withdrew his lubricious appendage, along with a fresh pulse of moisture from her open pussy.

‘It looks like you might need an aid to protect against accidental prolapsing,’ he said, slipping his hand briefly back inside her little belly and observing as her insides fell out after it again. ‘Keep this in for the rest of the day.’ He retrieved a substantial butt plug from a nearby drawer. ‘We don’t want you suffering any embarrassment!’

Becky smiled, her juices dribbling from her vacant twat as her innards were pushed back into place once more. Her genitals were given some respite while the doctor lubricated the sex toy, but her defeated anus remained agape as though patiently waiting to receive the bulbous object. When the time came, it swallowed the considerable girth without any resistance, welcoming it into the bowel and closing weakly around the narrow neck.

‘That’s yours to keep,’ said Doctor Wright, his hand splashing softly as he patted her sodden pussy. ‘I think we can move on to your vagina.’ He retrieved the pump and pressed the cup firmly against her glimmering vulva. ‘This is my favourite part.’

Becky had never quite understood why she had to have her pussy pumped, but she never questioned it. The SCoA advocated the aesthetic enhancement of the female form, but she didn’t think the procedure made her vulva more attractive, and it returned to normal soon enough anyway.

She felt her mound yield to the vacuum, slowly bulging and rising into the cup, the outer lips parting and the inner labia blossoming forth. Her clitoris popped out from under its hood, glistening beneath the transparent plastic and aching a little as the pump pulled at it ever more insistently.

‘I’m just going to leave you here for a few minutes while I get a bite to eat,’ said the doctor, rising from his chair and giving her lustrous breasts a playful squeeze. ‘That should be plenty of time for the vacuum to do its work.’

Becky smiled as he left the room. She knew by now that ‘a few minutes’ in Doctor Wright’s surgery meant fifteen or twenty, so she shifted her little body as much as the restraints would allow and made herself as comfortable as she could on the cold, leather padding. She was surprised when the door swung open again after only a couple of minutes.

‘Oh, sorry, I saw the doctor leave,’ said a skinny, white-haired man in the overalls of a maintenance person. ‘Thought the room would be empty!’

Becky was acutely aware of her obscenely displayed genitals, and it seemed he was, too. ‘He just went for some food.’

The bloke stood awkwardly in the doorway for another moment. ‘Do you mind if I just do what I was going to—’

‘Sure, that’s fine,’ she said, forcing a smile.

‘Thanks,’ he said, approaching her with an apologetic look.

‘Oh, what’re you—’

‘It’s actually the chair I need to look at,’ he said, kneeling by her side and opening his toolbox. ‘Doc said there’s an issue.’

‘Uh… okay,’ said Becky as he began to fiddle with some of the chair’s moveable parts beneath her.

She listened to his breathing while he worked – it sounded rather laboured despite his task not appearing particularly arduous. It was more prominent than the creaking and clinking emitted by the chair and his metal implements, and it began to irritate her a little.

‘You’re having your pussy pumped, then?’ he said, grinning at her as he tightened a bolt.

‘Yep, I guess I am.’

‘I love a freshly pumped pussy – it’s like a work of art.’

Becky smiled politely, letting another silence linger and willing the doctor to return.

‘Well, it was nice chatting with you,’ he said, putting away his tools and rising to his feet.

‘That was quick!’ said Doctor Wright, appearing at the door with a beaming smile. ‘Thanks for sorting that, Bill!’

‘My pleasure,’ said the maintenance man, heading to the exit. ‘Let me know if there’s anything else.’

‘Stay for a moment – I think you deserve a treat,’ said the doctor, taking his place between Becky’s legs and pulling at the suction cup. It took a little force but came free with a pop, revealing her flushed and puffy genitalia to the ageing workman. ‘Isn’t that just divine?’

Bill nodded slowly, his eyes glued to the glinting spectacle. ‘It is beautiful.’

‘Would you mind if our hardworking friend here touches your genitals?’ said Doctor Wright, rubbing Becky’s soft tummy.

‘That’s fine,’ she said as his hand made its way to her breasts.

‘That’s very kind of you,’ he said, rubbing her chest appreciatively.

‘Thank you so much,’ said Bill, still in awe as he began to tentatively explore her proffered pussy.

He caressed her bulging vulva, appreciating its sparkling, swollen features. He patted it gently but firmly and grinned as it wobbled like jelly, and he slid his fingers among her obscenely protruding inner labia. A fingertip swirled around her engorged clit before descending to her open entrance and slipping inside. She squirmed and gasped lightly at the unexpected intrusion.

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Warning: this story contains scenes of urolagnia, particularly that of drinking urine: if this does not appeal to you, stop reading now!

My name’s Axil, I’m 54-years old, and everything about me is pretty much average, except for the fact that my sexual preference is for fat women, oh, and I’m Autistic, but as with most of us, you probably wouldn’t realize if I didn’t say anything about it…

As fate would serve me that day, when I saw the nail, it was too late: I stepped on it and knew I had better go to the emergency room to get a tetanus shot!

I hadn’t seen her in something like 15-years, but I recognized the nurse who gave me the booster shot: she was 38 and her name was Marta, she was originally from Poland. She was at one time married to someone I had been very close to, except at 36, he got remarried to a very insecure 20-year-old woman that was jealous of my friendship with him.

Marta was never a small lady, but she had put on more weight since the last time I’d seen her: she had gained some 200 lbs., making her about 5′ 4″ (163 cm), 350 lbs. (159 Kg): I found her body incredibly thrilling!

I wanted to say something, but she was clearly ashamed of her current size, and I think she also assumed that I was still friends with her ex, so she hurried out of the room just as soon as she was done.

Anyway, I was at the grocery store the next time I saw her: she was wearing a pair of jeans that showed off the way her superfluous belly hung over her ample thighs.

“Marta!”

She pretended not to hear me and started heading in the other direction.

Ditching my shopping cart, I hurried over to her, “Hey, please don’t go…”

“Why, so you can tell Jeremy about how fat I’ve gotten?” she hissed.

“He’s an asshole: I don’t talk to him anymore…”

“Why not?”

“It’s a long story, but I can’t stand the precious little princess he just married…” I couldn’t help noticing that she flinched at those words.

“Yeah, whatever!”

I took her hand, “I’ve really missed you… Can I take you to lunch?”

“Oh, sure…” she rolled her eyes and turned away.

“No, seriously…”

“But I’ve gotten so ugly an’ fat…”

“To be quite honest, I like you better like this–a lot better!”

“You, you do?”

“You’re either gunna believe me or not, but…” we were still holding hands, “I… well, ya see… Damnit Marta, I always thought you were cute, but now… Well, I’ve suddenly realized I’m totally smitten with you!” I get this way sometimes, but I was now obsessed with everything about her, as if someone had thrown a switch and activated it.

With her classic dark Slavic features, her eyes in particular, she was reminding me of the Moët my erection was pulling a few pubic hairs.

“Sorry… but I always had to really work to ever get ‘asshole’ to stay hard…”

“I not compainin’, but if ya haven’t noticed, I ain’t him…”

“Sorry… I just… well… I’ve never really enjoyed sex…”

“Ever?”

“I like my vibrator…” she tittered nervously.

“Well, hopefully I can give you a better experience!” I winked with a devilish smirk, quickly shedding my clothes.

“Oh, my… you…” she giggled “you’re dripping!” the tip of my cock stood some six inches from her chin, “Is, is that nor-normal?” she asked, then sucked the oozing gob of semen into her mouth.

“It is for me…” I nodded with a shiver of delight before peeling her blouse over her head.

She tried to shield herself from my lascivious gaze by crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that, I want see your body!” I smiled, standing her up and pulling her arms down so that I could unfasten the hooks that were in the front of her bra. Her beasts were probably a C-cup, which is kind of small for such a large woman: mind you, I’m not complaining at all, because I like what I saw–a lot!

I let her skirt fall to the floor but left her panties on for a time because I found myself entranced by the way the fabric was stretched so tightly around her bulging stomach, hips, and bottom.

I could see she was feeling self-conscious, so I kissed her before adding, “You’re a very beautiful woman Marta, never stop being just who you are right now…”

“Thanks…” she blushed coyly.

Slipping off her panties, I realized she had so many fat rolls, it looked as if she had three sets of boobs! There İstanbul Escort were her real tits with their deep folds that wrapped around to her back, but beneath them were two more mounds of flesh, and then her huge tummy: because it was bifurcated, or split down the middle starting at her navel, it created the illusion of yet another set that fell about a quarter of the way down her thighs.

Speaking of her thighs: they were enormous and covered in dimples and ripples, with the inside of each knee having its own bulging mound of fleshy goodness, “Damn kid, your knees are totally hot!”

“Really?”

“But then your arms are… I just gotta bite ’em!” I smirked, lifting one of them up to suck at the fatty node that dangled near her sweaty armpit.

“Sorry…” she winced apologizing for the fluffy tufts of thick black hairs that adorned her underarms, “I didn’t have time to shave there this morning…”

“Don’t be…” I slurped between bites while pinching one of her nipples, “I… like it… a lot!”

“That fff-feels amazing…” she panted, “I… I… I’ve never felt so ex-excited–EVER! Oh, oh, Papa, bite my other nipple too… No, harder, harder… Oh, god, that feels so good…”

“Your body feels so good little girl, you’re so beautiful…”

“I’ve always had a crush on you Axil,” she admitted, “I… I would oftentimes imagine it was you inside me so I could get excited enough to come: he was terrible in bed!”

I suddenly got choked with emotion, “Thank you…” I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, nose, chin and finally her mouth before heading off to her bedroom.

“I get pretty wet and drippy…” she said hurriedly setting out a large waterproof pad onto the mattress before falling back onto the bed and pulling me on top of her, “You feel so good, baby,” she murmured breathily.

“I’m here now, my love…” once again I was biting and sucking her huge arms, playing with her thick underarm hairs, licking her dimpled elbows, and pudgy wrists all the while humping her enormous belly.

She whispered, “That feels so good Papa…” raking my back with the nails of her free hand.

“Your body makes me so excited, so happy…” I said working my way to her first set of rolls formed on the sides her breasts, “I love all your fat… soooo much…”

When I got to her nipples she began to bump and grind against me, “Ohhhh, Pah-pa! Oh, Pah-pa your little girl loves you…”

I was so wet and excited from fucking her belly fat that I thought my brain was going to explode; I had never had better sex in my whole life!

I started my way down, groping, gnawing, probing, and searching the folds on her sides: her skin was so wonderfully soft and delicate that I knew I had to be careful not to hurt her by biting too hard.

“Are you humping my knee fat?” she tittered.

“Uh-huuuuuuh!” The insides of thighs were very supple, squishy, and ideal for fucking: I highly recommend it if you’ve never tried it before!

I finally made it to her tummy and the exploration of her navel.

“You make me feel good about myself…”

“I told you I loved your body…”

If you’ve never worshipped a very fat woman’s big belly, you’re missing one of the better tactile pleasures I can think of. To quote Wikipedia: “Cellulite is the herniation of subcutaneous fat within fibrous connective tissue that manifests as skin dimpling and nodularity.” In other words, you can feel the structure of the fat under the skin with your teeth and tongue, and if you’re the neurotic type like me, it becomes a fetish that you crave time and again!

But then nothing can ever be as good as eating pussy: I could tell she was extremely excited because the musky perfume she was secreting from between her legs was quite pungent! As with her underarms, she had a thick mat of black pubic hair covering her crotch, which, given my age, I vastly prefer to the area being shaved.

“Wow, excited much!” I joked because she was literally oozing and dripping from her excitement.

“Whenever I use my vibrator,” she admitted, “I get so wet it makes a big spot on my sheets…” before grabbing her knees to hold herself open to me.

“Well, you sure don’t disappoint, do you…” I commented as I licked the salt from her crotch then played with her pubic hairs for a few minutes all the while gently kneading her spongy thighs, Kadıköy Escort hips and calves. When she started whimpering out of frustration, I suddenly spread her labia apart and stabbed my tongue into her tender depths.

“Ohhh my… Axil, Axil… AXIL?”

Her taste was a satisfyingly delicious rich and tangy umami flavor like that of smoked oysters.

“Bite my lips Papa,” she begged, “No, harder… yeah that’s good… now my clit… Harder Papa… Noooo, harder! Oh, that’s good, that’s… Put your finger inside me too… Just a bit higher… that’s… thhhhh-that’s real-real…”

“Wait a second,” I thought to myself, “is she…”

With that thought I heard, “OH-OH-OH-OOOOOOH!” her pelvis began a shallow rocking motion, faster, and faster… I felt her little asshole twitching and puckering against my chin… her gigantic thighs and butt trembled like jelly… her vulva spasmed rhythmically as if it would swallow my face, and much to my delight, I suddenly found my mouth flooded by not just one, or two… but thee long streams of her strong, hot urine striking the back of my throat as she climaxed.

“You planned that, you little brat!” I laughed after gulping down all she could deliver.

“I was a bad little girl, Papa; you better spank me for what I did…”

Sitting on the side of the bed, “Come here you naughty girl…” I demanded, beckoning her to lie on my lap, “Daddy is going to spank you now for peeing in his mouth!”

She crawled over to me, tantalizing me with her saggy belly and boobs: on all four, the stretchmarks on her breasts had become very accentuated as did the cellulite and folds on her stomach; yeah, I know, most women would be horrified if anyone saw them like this, but then again, most women’s bodies aren’t what I find attractive. Spitting on my hands to slicken them up, I then began to massage and caress her deep creases, ripples, and wrinkles.

“That feels so good… Papa?”

“Little girl?”

“Did, did you… did you really swallow all that pee?”

“Uhhhh-huuuuuh…” I nodded, kissing the back of her arm, “Every drop!”

“You, you like drinking it then?”

“I do–very much!”

“I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly had this urge to do it… I knew somehow you wouldn’t mind though… Ummmm, s-sometimes before I get in the morning, I, I like to touch myself…”

“Damn,” I gulped, her flavor was still very strong on my tongue as I was trying to imagine what she was describing, “I… I wanna wa-watch you do that! Do you make yourself squirt too?”

“Uh-huuuuuh…” she panted, “I like it when my bladder gets really full…”

“Oh?”

“Sometimes I just like to pee on myself… it feels so good… it’s so warm running all over my skin…”

“No way, that’s totally-super-hot: I need to watch you do that next time!”

“OK!” She nodded enthusiastically while lowering herself down onto my lap and causing her vast flesh to spill out to the sides and pile up into yet more pillowy bulges, folds, and creases of glorious fat!

“Baby was bad Papa–you’d better spank me!”

I gave what I thought was a pretty good swat.

“But Papa, how am I gunna learn… You better do it harder… No, much, much harder Papa!”

The next blow made her butt and thighs quiver, SMACK!

“AGAIN…” she panted, “AGAIN… AGAIN… AGAIN!”

Raising her butt into the air, she thrust my thumb into her mouth and sucked on it for a while, then finally spit on it before asking, “I want to feel you in my little butthole…” she cooed spreading her dimpled butt cheeks wide for me.

“Do you want to have anal sex then?” I tried to clarify.

“No, not yet, just yer fingers… Just go-slow Papa”

I gradually began to work my thumb into her.

“Deeper Papa, go deeper… In an’ out now… deeeeeeper, harder faster…” Her little hole was becoming engorged and swollen, “Put two of your fingers inside my pussy too…” I slid my middle and index fingers in, “Yeah, yeah… www-one mmmmore… Put another finger ii-insside mmme… ww-wiggle… mmmmmm-more… More more… Mm-more thhhhumb now… in an’ out now, faster Papa–faster! YESSSSS, OHGODYES!” As she came again, I felt the rippling rhythmic pulses of her rectum and vaginal walls squeeze, squeeze, squeeze… squeeze, squeeze, squeeze… squeeze, squeezing, clamping and grasping tightly around my ever-probing Ataşehir Escort digits.

“Oooooh… Oh, jesuschrist… godamn…” she panted breathlessly, “that was good Papa, that was real good… godamn yer good boy!”

The next thing I knew, she suddenly had me pinned between her thighs and was holding my hands above my head, “Ummmmm?” she began kissing me all over my face, neck and chest.

“What?”

“H-have you ever had anal sex?”

“Of course!”

“No, I mean… Well, ya see, I… well… I bought a strap-on and well… I was hoping you’d let me, well… you know?”

“I don’t think I can get into the whole femdom-thing…”

“N-no, it’s just that… well, I kinda like watching gay men’s porn, a-and well… I’ve always had this fantasy, see?”

I cocked an eyebrow at her before asking, “What kinda fantasy?”

“I think it’s totally hot when one of the guys is, well, fucking the other guy’s asshole while he jerks him off…” she winced.

“If it’ll make you happy…”

“You mean you’ll let me!”

“Sure, why not?”

She went to her closet and began to put on a dildo and harness, “I got this on eBay about a week ago… I had to lengthen the straps to fit around my tummy and thighs…” she confessed sinching the straps up, “I got a small one, so it won’t hurt going in…”

“I appreciate that…” I admitted looking at the slim purple dildo that stuck out from her huge belly.

“Of course, you realize this whole thing was just an elaborate scheme to check your prostate, right?

OK, pull your legs up…”

“I see!”

She squeezed a goodly amount of lubricant onto her middle finger that she then worked into my rectum, causing me to shiver, “That’s… really… damn, that feels great!”

“Good…” she probed around gently inside me for a few seconds, “It feels pretty good for someone your age, although I’d better keep an eye on it: I need to keep my Papa as long as I can!”

“Thanks babe… I have… no intension… of, of, of ever leaving you… WOW! That’s… that’s intense…”

“Does it feel good though?” she probed slipping in a second finger, “Just relax… push a little more, take a deep breath, push and…” she had somehow gotten a third one inside of me.

“Oh, jeeezuz that’s… that’s… that’s… Uh-oh, I think I… I’m gunna…”

“Good, don’t hold back!” The next thing I knew she had swallowed the tip of my cock as I began to empty my bladder, “Mmmmmph… mmmmph… mmmph… mmmmmph!” she moaned contentedly while gulping noisily.

Wait, was she pleasing herself too? “PAPA! Oh god, oh god, oh god–that was so exciting Papa…” she panted trying to catch her breath, “I’ve aways wanted to do that… but I need more though!”

“I think I can totally get into this…” I licked my lips and began to salivate at the thought, “If I stay the night, we can do it again in the morning…”

“OK!” she grinned lubing up the dildo.

I pulled my knees up a bit more before spreading my cheeks to accept her, “For some stupid reason, I never imagined doing this, let alone liking it…”

“I’m glad…” she murmured slowly slipping the tip into me.

As she drove it in deeper, I remembered that it had been sculpted with veins along the shaft, and the way they rippled past all the nerves in my anus was like pure magic, “Oooooh that’s good, that’s reallllly good…”

“Do you like that, Papa?” she probed, thrusting all the way into me.

“Uh-huh… yeah… oh, god… that feels good! Faster baby, faster…” she quickly sped up the frequency, and I could really feel it each time the tip slid past my prostate, “Ohjeeeeezez that’s good!”

“Do I please you, Papa?” she whispered before spitting into her palm and taking hold of my dripping cock then started squeezing, massaging, and pumping it.

“Yes, baby girl, yes!” but it was only a matter seconds until I found myself screaming, “Fuck me harder, baby girl, fuck me harder…”

With a final endorphin rush up my spine, I suddenly felt the muscles in my asshole tightening and relaxing around the dildo in concert with the rhythmic pulsing of my cock shooting out gob, after gob, after gob of thick creamy goo all over my stomach, chest, neck, and face.

“Oh my god!” Marta laughed, “It’s in your hair and on the wall too!”

“Damn babe…” I had to stop to catch my breath, “I… I… Wheeeewww! Not that I’ve ever had bad sex, but… I had no idea it could be that good… I thought for sure I’d pass out!”

“Ohhh Papa,” she began to cry, “Y-you mmm-made me understand ww-what it’s all about; I had nnnno idea it could be that good either… Thank you!”

THE END

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Greg was in his office.

“Did you get the lovely Linda settled in?” he asked with a grin.

I plopped into the chair across his desk and said, “she was a fucking VIRGIN, man!”

“No shit?” he said.

I grinned. “No shit,” I said, and added, “I think I’m in love.”

He laughed.

“Oh, who with?” He asked.

“YOU!” I said, “thank you, my oldest friend, for bringing me to heaven.”

He laughed at that.

“Okay, my homosexual friend,” he said, “now we’re going to a staff meeting and you’ll meet your co-workers.

On the way to the smaller building, what Greg called the “staff quarters,” I was introduced to three more of the residents. Paulette was a perfect matron, blonde, not unattractive, in a pair of hip-hugger pants and a halter top that put an interesting set of stretch marks on display. She did the kiss-the-palm thing and held my eyes when she said, “see you later?” “It’s a date,” I promised.

Jan was, by my estimate, pretty deep in her 50s, a blonde and I was pretty sure a natural blonde given her complexion and skin tone, and one of those women who had spent too many of her teenage years working on her tan. She had that deeply lined, leathery face I associate with that kind of woman. She was very buxom and very broad in the hips, both displayed in an interesting package of floor-length pants suit and high-heeled sandals. She kissed my palm and then, before I could react, pulled me down for a kiss on the mouth. She was a good kisser.

The third was Maxine and she was huge. She was on one of those little three-wheeled mobility scooters and her ass hung over both sides of the seat. Her black hair was a wide halo around her big head in a hairdo that looked straight out of the 1980s. Her face was really very pretty, she looked a little like Elizabeth Taylor done at about 200 percent scale. She did the kiss-to-the-palm thing when we were introduced but she did not release my hand. Instead, she said, “Well, David, I seem to have a rash that I just cannot reach. Maybe you could help me later?”

I smiled, patted her hand, and said, “I’m at your service.”

Finally, at the staff quarters, Greg introduced me around the table.

The cook, Randall, was an interesting character. As I’ve said, I’m pretty much Mr. Average but still, I’m not used to having to actually bend my head back to meet another man’s eyes, but with him I did. Christ, he had to be at least 6’6″ and weighed maybe 180 pounds. He was a stick figure but good-looking in that long-faced way some very tall men are. He had a deep voice and I firm handshake. I liked him.

The assistant cooks, Brian and Stan, were pretty interchangeable. Both were, like me, Mr. Average at about 5’10” and about 165 or so. One of them, Brian I thought, had dark hair, and one was blonde. Both were good-looking in that college Junior way. You would have expected to find them at a college bar with a cheerleader in hand. Both seemed nice enough, though, with good handshakes and voices when we were introduced.

The general cleanup/handyman pair could not have been more different. Greg had mentioned they were students too, and I believed it. Tony looked like a football lineman, big, I guessed him at 6’1″ or so and probably 250 pounds and Jerry looked like he would have been the president of the Chess Club or something. He was small, about 5’4″ or so, and so skinny I doubted he weighed a hundred pounds. He looked kind of like Buddy Holly actually with slicked-back hair and horn-rimmed glasses.

Finally, the counselors looked like, well, counselors. Both were reasonably good looking, both were very well groomed, hair in place, clothes looking quite professional. Hell, their names even sounded counselorish (if it’s not a word, it should be). Oliver was tall although not as tall as Randall, with red hair, a round face, and freckles. He looked very open, like he would listen as long as you wanted to talk. Henry was another Mr. Average with dishwater blonde hair, glasses, and a small goatee that I figured he thought gave him a counselor look.

“So,” Greg said after the introductions had been made, “I recruited Dave and his official title is now Assistant Director. I have complete faith in him and if he tells you something, or asks you to do something, treat it as if it was me. He’s a bright guy, though, so don’t hesitate to tell him things and, yes, tell him when he fucks up. God knows none of you are backward about telling ME that.”

His finish brought chuckles around the room.

As for me, I just said something like, “I’m happy to be here and Jesus, it looks like you guys have created a little slice of heaven on Earth.”

We chatted a bit. As a staff meeting, it was pretty informal although there was real professional information being exchanged.

“We need to pay more attention to Darlene,” Henry said, “or she’ll backslide right into Bulimia.”

Since I hadn’t met this woman yet I had nothing to say.

“Hell,” Stan said, “she came like a fucking garden hose for me yesterday.”

Jeremy laughed and said, Kartal Escort “she damn near squashed me first thing this morning.”

Greg held up his hand and the chatter stopped.

“Dave, take the time to meet the lovely Darlene and let her know the new guy thinks she’s beautiful,” he said. I gave him a salute over my coffee.

It went on like that for almost an hour and I realized one thing for sure. Greg had done a good job of assembling a staff that was both professionally competent and who truly did enjoy big women. I felt like I fit right in.

When it all broke up I said to Greg, “Introduce me to the lovely Darlene.”

“Eager to get to earn your keep?” he said with a grin.

“You know me better than that,” I said, “I just enjoy a challenge.”

“Well,” he said, “let’s see if we can track her down.”

As we passed through the great room Maxine, in her mobility scooter, caught my hand.

“Ready to help my rash?” she asked.

I chuckled, bent, and kissed her.

“Tonight,” I said, “after I’ve fed you.”

She giggled at that and said, “it’s a date, handsome.”

“Fickle,” Greg said, bending to kiss her.

“Just a fat slut, honey,” she said, “you know that.”

We walked across the main area, to the biggest building.

“Our gym-pool-hot tub-workout room,” Greg said as we entered, “Darlene likes the hot tub.”

I paused to take it in. There was a big pool in the middle of the room. I’m not sure exactly what an “Olympic Size” pool might be, but this sure looked like what I think of one as. Along one wall was a set of free weights and benches. Interestingly, a boxing ring sat in one corner, along with two treadmills and a couple of what I think are called elliptical machines. It was, all in all, a well-equipped gym.

“Boxing or some sort of oriental martial arts?” I asked, looking at the ring.

“Self-defense,” he said, “nothing boosts a girl’s self-confidence like knowing she can kick the ass of any man who insults her.”

I grinned and continued looking around. One woman I hadn’t met yet, attractive in that 60-something matronly way, was walking on the treadmill, at a very leisurely pace and I wondered what she thought she was accomplishing. Another, so big she sort of bobbed like a damn cork as she swam, was slowly swimming laps.

“Ahhhh, there she is,” Greg said, nodding at the hot tub. I could see someone was sitting in it.

“Come on,” he said, “let me show you the locker room before we do introductions.”

It was a very professional-looking locker room, actually. It looked like something you would pay a lot to join, everything clean and swept, shiny chrome or well-varnished wood.

“No need for locks,” he said, “go ahead and leave your clothes here.”

So I did.

Naked, I padded out of the locker room and Greg led me to the hot tub.

“Darlene,” he said and she looked up. The word “languidly” sprung to mind. She looked very relaxed.

And I didn’t understand what she was doing at The Farm at all. She was very pretty in that sort of thin, narrow-faced way you associate with runway models. In fact, “narrow” was the word I thought of, looking at her. Her eyes were close-set, her forehead high, her nose narrow and straight, the nares, the nostrils, were long oval openings.

Below her face, that image of, well, thinness, continued. Her shoulders were narrow, and the hollows of her collarbones were distinct and deep. What I could see of her arms were slender too. The rest of her was pretty much hidden under the bubbles of the hot tub.

“Meet David,” Greg finished.

When she smiled she was really pretty. Her black hair framed her face in a tight wet mask and her dark eyes sparkled.

“Come on in,” she said, “the water’s perfect.”

Greg said, “you kids have fun. Dave, come by the office when you get a chance, You cannot believe how anxious I am to show you the administrative side of things.”

“Will do,” I said and he left.

She was right, the water was perfect. I guessed it at right at 100 degrees. And the whirlpool jets were powerful.

I moved to her and she took my hand and did the kiss to the palm thing.

“Very pleased to meet you,” she said.

When I went to sit beside her, I bumped into her legs.

I mean, I was still a good ways away when I literally bumped into her legs.

She had an odd smile on her face as I looked down but, of course, I couldn’t see anything through the bubbles.

Her smile had changed. It had been a pleasant smile of greeting. Now it was kind of frozen.

“It’s called lipedema,” she said as she stood up and then waded to the steps and climbed out of the hot tub. She turned and looked at me, I thought with a bit of attitude, maybe a bit of defiance on her face. Her posture, though, was good, back straight and hands at her side. She wasn’t fidgeting or anything silly like that. It wasn’t exactly a model’s pose, but it was close.

It was the damndest thing I ever saw. I mean I’ve been with big women. I always enjoyed Tuzla Escort big women. I’ve seen my share of cellulite. I’ve seen plenty of shelf hips, you know, those hips on some women that jut out so much you can put your beer on the shelf they form. I’ve seen pear-shaped women and apple-shaped women. I had been with women so big their belly roll was an apron hanging to her thighs, what I always thought of as a fat girl’s natural modesty. I had seen plenty of thunder thighs and bubble butts.

But what I was looking at was, well, two women grafted together at the waist.

From the waist up she was slender and busty. She had good breasts, an obvious D cup with oversize nipples on very big and very dark areolas. They sagged, of course, this was no young girl, but were still full and beautiful.

She wasn’t skinny, but you could see a faint outline of ribs, and her flat stomach was nicely outlined by her ribcage. Not skinny, and I can’t say that too much, but definitely slender. Her belly button was a deep slot just above where she spread.

And Christ, she spread like nothing I had ever seen. Hell, like nothing I had ever imagined. Her thighs were just huge. I would measure them later and at the fork of her hips each thigh was 32 inches which is to say, the size of my waist. Her hips were completely out of proportion to her torso, but perfectly in proportion to those thighs. I measured them too, later, it had been an interesting evening we spent with a tape measure, and, aided by a big bubble butt, had measured 84 inches.

But the thing is, those big, beautiful legs didn’t taper as so many big women’s legs do. At her knees, where a roll of cellulite dimpled fat hid her kneecaps completely, they were still 26 inches, and at the ankles, where a roll of fat covered the tops of her feet, were still 14 inches.

The way her toes peeked out from under that final roll of, well, anklefat, and if it’s not a word it should be, I had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach over and do “piggies to market” on them.

“Well,” she said, and her voice was a little out of place, husky, and a little deep, “at least you didn’t run screaming from the room.”

I waded out of the hot tub and closed the distance between us.

“Just because you are unique,” I said, taking her hands in mine, and meeting her eyes, “does not mean you’re not beautiful.”

I held her eyes and got my Grin going, the one I practice in the mirror.

I held her eyes, the Grin full on, and took her hand and guided it down to touch my erection.

“And you are beautiful,” I said.

Her smile in return was happy, almost girlish.

“Thank you,” she said.

I moved forward just a bit until my erection pressed gently against the soft roll of fat that marked where she spread. It was as soft and warm as I had hoped.

Her face changed then. It was subtle but confidence was somehow gone, replaced by, well, not shyness, maybe tentativeness if there is such a word.

“Come back with me to my cabin,” she said and it wasn’t clear to me from her intonation if it was a request or a demand. Not that it mattered.

“Let me grab my clothes,” I said, gave her hands a squeeze, and headed for the locker room.

It took just a few seconds to pull on my jeans and throw on the T-shirt.

When I walked out she wasn’t there yet so I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I was about to go back in and see if she had somehow snuck out without me seeing her when she came out.

And I realized why it had taken her so long.

Her face was completely made up, and her hair was freshly brushed.

“You look terrific,” I said, taking her hands.

She smiled and actually blushed a little.

“Except for one thing,” I said after what I thought was a nice dramatic pause.

“What’s that?” she asked, but she was smiling.

“You,” I said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of the material of the shapeless thing she was wearing and pulling it up, “are WAY overdressed.”

I’m not sure what you’d call the thing she had on. Maybe beach wear or, hell, I don’t know, a sexy housedress. It was a bright turquoise color, setting off her dark hair and pale skin nicely, with a slightly scooped neck and it was sleeveless. But it hung with no belt all of the way to the tops of her feet. It was like a giant sack. You couldn’t call it a muumuu. I had known big girls who favored those but they always had a sort of short puffy sleeve.

Regardless, it was clearly designed to hide her hips and it was failing miserably. There was no way to hide them and the, well, I’ll call it a dress, flared dramatically.

Her eyes were big as I lifted the material.

“Arms up, Darlene,” I said, “I want to show you off.”

“God, you ARE good,” she said, and lifted her arms allowing me to peel that ridiculous garment off.

I draped it around my shoulders like a shawl and did the sort of half bow, arm sweeping gesture, the universal “after you” move.

Mostly, I wanted to watch her walk.

And Anadolu Yakası Escort it was worth it.

The two cheeks of her ass moved almost independently, each cellulite-dimpled flesh-covered basketball moving up and down in a gorgeous dance. She was the very definition of “bubble butt.”

Most fascinating, though, was the way her thighs sort of squeezed past each other, fat flesh rubbing with each step.

She giggled and said, over her shoulder, “Seen enough.”

I laughed and joined her, walking side by side now, taking one of her hands in mine, her long slender fingers entwining with mine.

“Not nearly enough,” I said and I liked her giggle in reply.

As we made our way across to the open area to the client’s cabins I liked, very much, the way my hip would bump against the soft pillow of her hip.

At her room she opened the door, I noted that it was unlocked, and as soon as she was inside turned to face me.

“I won’t say ‘no,'” she said, “but I hope you’ll be nice.”

I chuckled at that. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked.

“David,” she said, and she looked, well, melancholy is a good word, “this happened,” and she made a both-hands-moving-down gesture, taking in her body from the waist down, “the instant puberty struck.”

“At first,” she went on after a few seconds, “I was pretty proud. I was one of the first girls in my class to get my boobs,” she lifted them, “pubic hair, and,” and she took a deep breath, “hips.”

She obviously wanted to talk so I let her.

“And, of course, THESE,” and she almost yelled the last word, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, “just kept getting bigger, and bigger and BIGGER,” that last word, again, almost yelled.

She was crying now, and damned if she wasn’t even pretty when she cried. Her eyes were red and the tears were leaving dark, almost black streaks down her cheeks. Her thin, straight nose was running, thick clear mucus running across her lips and to hang from her chin. Her face was flushed and swollen sinuses added roundness.

I waited her out, wanting to see if there was more but she just stood there, her eyes meeting mine, crying softly.

When I saw her hand start to move, to wipe her eyes or her nose, I caught it.

“You are beautiful, Darlene,” I said, careful to use her name, “and I mean that. Not just because I like big women, you are beautiful. Period, full stop. And I hope you’re past that junior high school silliness.”

She smiled at me, an honest smile, and then, much quicker than I had expected given her size, she grabbed me into an embrace, pulling me against her.

It was a good kiss, but more, it was an interesting kiss.

Her mouth was slick and salty the way her nose was running. Her back was firm and my fingers could feel ribs and vertebrae as I explored. And from the waist down, the softness of that great roll was sort of engulfing me in warmth.

I couldn’t remember the last time a woman took my breath away with a kiss, but she did.

She finally broke the kiss and pushed me away.

“Show me,” she said and the non sequitur kind of left me stumped.

She captured my hands and pushed them down to lay on her hips.

“Show me,” she said again, ‘that you think I’m sexy.”

I grinned then, the full-on Grin, and moved away from her, went to the bed, yanked the comforter and sheet down, and then turned and crooked my finger at her, beckoning her.

She smiled and came to me with those odd steps, her fat thighs sliding across each other. I held her hand as she climbed, ponderously, up onto the bed.

She watched, her eyes watching every move, as I undressed.

I said another silent thank you to my medicine cabinet as I pushed down the boxers and showed her my interest in that way only a man can. I was fully erect, my dick pointing straight up my body.

She smiled and it was her turn to crook a finger, beckoning.

I stopped at the foot of the bed and used my hands to push the big roll of anklefat up from her feet, giving it a jiggle and watching the ripple up her thigh.

Then I did the other ankle, using my hands, and my weight, to push a wave of fat up.

“Welllll,” she said, a soft giggle in her voice, “that’s new.”

I grabbed her ankles and leaned forward, slowly pushing her feet apart, spreading her legs.

Once again, her unique body shape was on display. I had her ankles far enough apart that for a normal woman, even one of the big, beautiful women I preferred, her pussy should have been on display. Instead, her big thighs were still touching all of the way down to her knees.

And I noticed something I had never seen before, hell, something I had never imagined before. The inside of her calves showed those slightly darker circles, the thickened skin where they rubbed against each other with every step, that I associated with the very top of a fat girl’s thighs, something a girl I had bedded long ago had called her “chub rub.”

I leaned forward and kissed those circles, finding the thickened, almost leathery skin erotic.

I got my hands under her knees and pushed, encouraging her to lift them, to fully open herself in that way a truly fat girl can.

She hummed, a soft sound, very deep in her throat, and responded, her knees raising a little, parting her legs yet more.

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