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Chapter 6 – Arriving For The Dental Appointment

The last time that I was at the dentist was about six months ago and they were in a different location. I remember there being a notice about them opening a new office. The name over the door is the same as I remember, only there is another name added to it. On one side of the sign, it says Dentist, on the other Orthodontist.

When I enter, there is a nice waiting room with very comfortable modern chairs and couches lining the walls. The reception desk is in the middle with hallways on each side of it leading to the treatment rooms. There are a few people sitting in the waiting room in a range of ages, just what you would expect to see in an office of this type.

I walk up to the desk and tap next to my name on the computer pad there, confirming that I have arrived for my appointment. The lady sitting behind the desk looks up at me and smiles, revealing a mouthful of metal brackets.

“Thank you for arriving on time. We have fallen behind a little today and I hope that we can rearrange the order that we will do things for you today. I see that you are scheduled for a check-up and cleaning. We have time to do the X-rays right now, but the hygenist and dentist are both a little behind right now. Would you mind if we did the X-rays first, then get you settled into a chair to wait?”

I haven’t been giving what she has been saying my full attention, so rather than ask her to repeat it, just say “Yes, that will be fine.” I have been distracted by watching her lips cover and uncover the metal on her teeth. I haven’t seen anyone with brackets that big in a long time and the wire seems to be quite thick. Each bracket has a hook on it, including the teeth in the front. She has bright pink powerchains on both the top and bottom jaws and I notice that they match her lipstick and when she places her hands on the desktop above the keyboard, her fingernails match too.

Her desk is unusual in design, seeming to kastamonu escort wrap around her with an opening behind her chair. Everything that she needs to do her job is within easy reach just by her turning to the side. It also is built up on a platform so that she is at a convenient height to talk to the people coming to her desk.

“Everyone else is busy right now and you are the last patient for a while, so I will take you back and get you started. If the phone rings or someone comes in, I will just leave you for a while to take care of them.”

It isn’t until she rolls herself back from the desk that I realize she is in a wheelchair. It isn’t one of those hospital-type chairs with the high back and handles so that it can be pushed. Hers has a low backrest that supports her lower back and no sides, allowing her easy access to the wheels. I can tell by looking at it, that it has been customized for her, having been painted in a variety of bold feminine colours. Even the small amount of fabric that I can see is soft feminine colours.

She spins her chair around behind the desk and rolls to the back of the raised area that gently slopes down to meet the floor. As I walk around the desk to meet her, I realize that the floor slopes up slightly to the same level as the area behind the desk, making the whole area completely handicapped accessible to both the staff and patients. That is the first time that I get a look at her from the waist down. When I was talking to her at the desk, I had noticed that her upper body was toned, well-muscled and fit, with small firm-looking breasts, all professionally covered by a tailored multi-coloured dental blouse.

As she meets me at the end of the desk, I see why she is in a wheelchair. Her right leg has a leg-brace on it that goes from her foot, up her leg and underneath her matching tailored skirt. I can tell that it extends all the way up her leg, the telltale bulges of the band fastening kayseri escort it to her leg showing through the material of her skirt at the top of her thigh. It isn’t one of the formed-plastic ones that are more commonly seen. Hers is sculpted from metal and leather. This one doesn’t look like it came off a shelf somewhere, hers is shaped to fit her leg elegantly and the leather has the look of hand tooling.

Her other leg is different, ending just above the knee. Her legs are covered in opaque pink nylon the same shade as the power-chains on her braces and the polish on her nails. The shoe attached to the bottom of her leg-brace isn’t a typical orthopedic shoe, hers is an open-toed four-inch high-heeled shoe with a two-inch platform sole.

I must have a stunned look on my face because, as she leads me down the hall, she has a big smile on her face. She takes me into the room with the X-ray and scanning machines lining the walls. All the machines have controls that can be adjusted to the height of the operator, making the whole room accessible to her from her wheelchair. She presses a button and the head of the X-ray drops down to her level so that she can put a new bite-wand on for me, then presses another one to return it to the operating height. When I put the wand between my teeth and bite into it, then grasp the handles, the machine whirs a couple of times, adjusting to my height. She rolls backwards through the door and there is a click as the machine begins to rotate around my head.

She rolls back into the room and has me move to a second machine. “This one is going to take a three-dimensional computer scan of your teeth and mouth. This will enable us to find anything that might be missed during the check-up. We use this one more with our orthodontic patients to make things like retainers and palate expanders.” Once again, she sets up the machine for me and I place my face into the machine for it to do its thing.

There is kıbrıs escort a screen on the wall that shows the scan of my mouth as it is being taken. She turns her upper body in her chair to face the screen and I have a good view of her face from the side. Her teeth look nice and straight and seem to line up nicely top to bottom. She is close enough to me that I can see just how much of her teeth are covered by the big brackets and the pink powerchain. She really does have a nice smile. When she catches me looking at her from the corner of her eye, she just smiles bigger.

My gaze is drawn lower to where her legs are. When she turned her upper body to look at the screen, her lower body shifted so that the tip of her stump is no longer resting completely against the front of the chair. I can see it making small movements, helping her to maintain her balance. I am probably spending more time looking at her than I am looking at the screen. Finally, the scan is completed and she is satisfied with the quality of the image. She releases me from the machine and says, “Let’s go and see if we can find you a treatment chair to relax in while you wait for the next part of your appointment.”

I follow her around to the dental side of the office and she looks into all the rooms, looking for an empty chair to put me in. The rooms are all in use, so she looks up at me and asks, “Would it be alright if I put you on the orthodontic side? The rooms are set up the same on that side of the office so that we can use them for either purpose. It might be more convenient than having you wait out front.”

I nod agreement and she takes me around to the other side and has me sit down in an empty chair, then reclines it to a comfortable position. Just then the phone begins to ring. “Excuse me for a moment while I answer that,” she says, before rolling out of the room.

I look around the room, taking note of the pictures on the walls. It doesn’t look like what I expected, having a more feminine touch to how it is decorated. Instead of pictures that show dental and orthodontic procedures and the typical do’s and don’ts, the pictures on the walls here are of real people with real smiles displaying their improving teeth in a variety of normal settings. Even the shades of the paint show a gentler, more soothing touch.

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Mommy was already naked when I entered the room. She smiled softly and held her arms out, inviting me to sit in her lap. I did as she instructed and sat on her lap.

“Good boy.” She purred, licking my earlobe. I couldn’t help but get hard when she said that. She looked down and saw my cock hardening and she moaned with delight.

“There’s my big boy’s big dick. Someone is happy to see his Mommy.” She giggled

I nodded “Of course Mommy, I’m always happy to see you.” My voice was soft and submissive.

“I know baby boy. You’re going to be a good boy for Mommy now, right?” She asked with a knowing smirk

“Of course Mommy, I’m always a good boy for you.” I agreed. I take pride in how good I am for Mommy, and she knows that all too well.

“Good boy…” she purs, giving me a sly smirk before pulling me into a deep kiss. Her heavy breasts are squished between our bodies; one of her arms holds me close while the other strokes my dick slow and steady. I kiss Mommy with all my energy, hungry for her taste and ready to please her.

She finally pulls away and gently pushes me off of her. I stand as she spreads her legs, opening her sweet flower to me. I look her in the eyes and she nods. I drop to my knees and lick her gently. Long soft strokes on her bud. She leans her head back and moans softly.

“Just like that….ooooh, someone is a good boy. He knows just what Mommy likes.” She purrs. My dick gets rock hard as she praises me and I start to pick up speed. I hold her thighs and start to squeeze them a bit while I lick and suck her pussy.

Finally her hand grabs my hair and pushes my face into her. The hair is tangled around my face but I don’t ardahan escort complain, I just keep eating away and Mommy’s clit till she cums on my face.

When she finally lets go I gently lick her pussy to make sure everything is cleaned.

“May I clean my face, Mommy?” I ask politely.

“No, it can stay.” She says with a smirk, then gestures with a finger for me to return to her lap. I do, and she stares into my eyes lovingly, but with a wicked grin.

“You’re a good boy. And you’d do anything for Mommy, right?” She purrs, inches from my soaked face.

“Yes Mommy, anything.” I whisper.

“Mommy’s ass is a little dirty, would you mind cleaning it for Mommy?” She innocently requests. I’m clearly confused by this, which makes her giggle.

” Mommy wants you to clean her dirty asshole with your tongue, will you do that for her?” She asks again, biting her lip as she anticipates my response.

I can disappoint her.

“…Of course Mommy, anything for you.” I sigh.

She giggled madly, gently pushing me off her lap so she can lay on the bed like we’re going to do doggy style. She knows that’s my favorite position, this is clearly meant to tease me. She looks over her shoulder invitingly, biting her lip. Then she wiggles her ass, know that drives me crazy.

I kneel behind her, spread her fat ass cheeks and lean in, the smell of her ass is intoxicating, and I longer for a second to take in the foul scent, much to Mommy’s delight. I then lean in and start tentatively licker her ass right around the little pink hole. Mommy moans softly.

“What a good boy, eating Mommy’s ass. Make sure you do a thorough adıyaman escort job back there, Mommy wants to know you really care.” She teases.

She knows just what to say to get me. I lick away at her ass, top to bottom is spit shined and licked clean, then I stare at the hole for a second before pushing my tongue in as far as it’ll let me, then I pull it away. This isn’t enough for Mommy.

“Oh come on now, you’ve gotta really get in there and clean it up.” She growls like a puma in heat, loving every moment of my humiliation.

I once again press my tongue against her asshole, wiggling it just a bit it get it further in, then I pull it away, spit on it, and go again. Mommy loves this and laughs madly.

“Good boy, ooh you’re such a good boy. You love Mommy’s big fat ass don’t you?” She purrs.

I nod, not daring to remove my tongue.

“Show mommy how much you love her ass.” She growls. I know what she wants, and I’ll give it to her.

I pull my face just inches from her asshole and whisper, just loud enough for her to hear

“Ooh Mommy, I love your big fat ass, I love the taste and the smell, I love to eat it and I love to fuck it. I love your ass so much.” I debase myself for her, then lean in and plant a soft kiss on her asshole.

“Kiss it like it’s your Mommy.” She demands.

I make out with her dirty asshole, my lips moving across it, my tongue darting in and out. I savor the taste of her dirty asshole, just like she wants. She giggles triumphantly

“Who’s a good boy for his Mommy?” She whispers.

“I am.” I whisper back.

“You may fuck me now.” She finally relents.

“From karabük escort behind?” I clarify, lifting my head.

“From behind. Don’t cum till I say so.” She instructs, resting her head on a pillow.

She’s awful, she knows I can’t last long in this position but she demands I hold out anyway.

I get up, kneeling behind her, and stick two fingers in her pussy, working it for a bit till it’s nice and slick, and her hips start rocking in a steady motion. If I’m going to make this work, I have to give myself a second to relax and make sure she’s already going.

Finally, when the time is right, I grip my dick, getting all the juices from my fingers on it, then slowly slide it into her from behind until my hips are resting on her ass. I love this angle; the way her pussy rubs the bottom of my dick, the way my hips bounce on her ass, the way I can do as I please once Mommy is drooling over the cock in her.

I pace myself at first, getting into a rhythm that Mommy likes while I pull her ass cheeks apart, showing her freshly cleaned asshole to me. She starts thrusting back into me, so I pick up the pace, which makes her moan.

I’ve got her now.

I slap her ass hard. She hisses in pain and pleasure, and goes to protest, so I start fucking her hard.

“You like that, huh you little Mommy slut!” I hiss back, thrusting wildly into her, causing her to moan loudly.

“Tell me I can cum in you, tell me how bad you want my cum!” I tell, landing another hard slap on her ass.

She moans loudly again.

“Ooooh baby, cum in me! I want all your cum deep inside me! Fuck me hard and give me your cum!” She screams as I grab her hips hard and pound her rapidly from behind. I hold out as long as I can before blowing my load deep inside her, cursing her the whole time. Then I lean over her, exhausted and kiss her back, then straighten up and catch my breath. “We’re so good at this” she finally says, blissfully content.

“We certainly are, Mommy.” I chuckle.

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Warning: The latter half of this story contains depictions of filth fetish themes including Farting and Scat.

A bit of a stretch.

Written By HumbleHeretic

“Haaah hmm hmmnnn!”

Schlk~ schlickk

The time was midday, when the sun was at its peak and the species known as humans were most active. However, while most of the island’s inhabitant were already up and going about their daily business, one young female was still curled up in her bed.

“Haaaa haah huff!”

Schlk~ schlickk

Even amidst the sweltering midday heat, the air conditioning of the room was set to fan mode while the young woman was tightly wrapped up in her sheets. Within the cocoon of bedding, a laboured noise composed of panting and moaning emanated while a much stranger noise could regularly be heard mixed in. The cocoon of sheets regularly rustled in tune with the weird noise and movement could clearly be made out around where the person’s upper body was situated.

“Hang ghhh nnggh!!”

Suddenly the movement increased in speed and intensity while the girls groaning picked up in volume and urgency. The wet schlicking noise grew more rapid as the young woman appeared to flail as though she were in a struggle. Thankfully there was no-one present in the room and therefore she experienced no interruptions until it eventually happened.

“Nnngghhhhh~!”

Suddenly a drawn-out groan sounded out inside the cocoon, followed by the sporadic movements calming down all at once, devolving instead into a measured jerking that caused the bed to shake gently. These jerking movements carried on for a short while, growing more and more tame until stillness eventually reigned.

“Huff haaaf huufff~”

Accompanying the noise of panting was that of rustling sheets as the girl finally emerged from her cocoon. The tightly wrapped sheets were opened and moved aside to reveal a young adult woman who was completely naked from the top of her blonde head of hair all the way down to her twitching toes.

As could be expected from someone who’d just had themselves wrapped up during this time of day, her nude body was completely soaked in glistening sweat that even left wet trails as it trickled down her sides and into the sheets that themselves were heavily soaked. Hot breaths escaped her mouth as she panted in relief, however the ambient heat of the room wasn’t the only reason for her current state.

One hand was resting on the sheets while the other was gripping a large, out-of-place appendage standing tall on her crotch. Her light brown, bushy pubes marked the root of a shaft leading up to a girthy phallus that was well above average in every way. At least ten inches of engorged girl-cock was grasped in her palm, complete with a set of plump balls that were literally dripping in sweat.

The young woman’s cock was left throbbing in her grip while her balls were still churning in the aftermath of the act she’d just committed. However, the greatest evidence for what she’d just done had to be the condom that was absolutely overfilled to the point of drooping halfway down her shaft with it’s opening tightly sealed around the end of her pumped-up prick.

More than a pint of viscous, cloudy spunk was showing through the slightly translucent material of the condom that was filled almost to the point of bursting. It was a quantity completely unrealistic by normal standards, however this entire situation was far from normal.

“Rrrlkkkk~!”

A noise was suddenly heard, a strange occurrence considering that the sweaty young woman was supposedly the only one present in the room. It actually came from her cock, or more accurately, from the bloated “condom” attached to it. If one were to look more closely, this condom actually wasn’t a condom at all.

“Hhrrllkk~!”

This was far from Jason’s first time in a situation like this, the barely 2 inch tall slime man was probably more familiar with others’ dicks than his own at this point. His tiny body was indestructible and completely malleable, able to be squashed, twisted, bent and crushed into any shape imaginable. One would think that the tiny creature would be able to accomplish great things with such unusual powers. However, the most he ever accomplished was being constantly used by his hung dickgirl sisters as a living condom, a living fleshlight, and a bunch of other living objects of questionable usages.

Even now he was being made to act as his sister’s cock sleeve/condom. His tiny mouth was stretched over the end of her dick while her hot meat rod stuffed his throat, causing him to gag even after she’d finished stroking off into him. His body was now no different from a loaded condom, housing a quantity of his sister’s hot sperm that would make a horse’s load seem inadequate. His stretchy lips served as an opening for her stiff prick while one of his feet was plugged up his own ass, acting as a stopper to prevent the colossal cum load from leaking out. He dearly wished that she had only just started this bahçelievler escort cruel game, however the reality was that he’d been in this position since last night!

Jason had no idea where his sister got such astounding energy from. Ever since she’d “accidentally” squished him to her cock, the slime man had spent all this time stifled inside her sauna of a sheet cocoon with his mouth wrapped around her dick, taking load after hot load of her virile sperm down his throat.

For some reason the damn girl found the heat more pleasurable, therefore he was forced to endure in the sweltering conditions as she jerked off non-stop all night long. He’d tasted almost as much of her sweat as he did her spunk, he was bathed in it while the intense musk her naked body had worked up all the while was the only thing he’d breathed the entire time.

The musk on her balls was the worst, it burned his sinuses the entire time and was one of the many things that made him regret ever coming to this island with these sadistic wenches!

“Haaa, haaah haaa~”

His sister, Avery, calmed down after yet another orgasm, all the while he was left to suckle on her sweaty dick while her dick milk was being slowly absorbed into his body. His insane stretchiness wasn’t the only slime-like quality the hybrid possessed, he was also able to absorb organic substances through his skin. The only unfortunate thing was that these organic substances mostly consisted of whatever came out of his sisters bodies.

About half of her spunk had soaked into him by the time Jason’s sister reached for the human condom attached to her cock. Some small part of him was feeling hope that she was finally about to take him off of her dick, however the more experienced and logical part of him was instead expecting exactly what happened next.

“Just… one more time.”

She said for the twelfth tine as her hand wrapped around Jason’s face, causing his vision to grow dark once more. Then came the familiar rustle of sheets as the blasted girl wrapped herself back into her musky cocoon, and not even five seconds later, the wet schlicking noise resumed.

“Haaahh~ Hhhaaggh~”

Schlk~ schlickk

“Glllkkk~!”

Avery moaned as she slowly began to stroke her still engorged and sensitive fuck stick while Jason’s mouth was stretch lower down onto her throbbing shaft, causing him to let out a muffled gag. Fresh dick sweat filled his mouth as his lips were made to kiss her musky, bushy pubes as her grimy, soaked balls.

The heat quickly building again as a sauna composed of his sister’s vapourised sweat enveloped the human fuck sleeve.

“Mmmmmnnn~” “Glllkkrrrrr~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

The steely cock meat stretching his throat open wasn’t the only thing causing Jason to gag. After countless non-stop orgasms, and intense fishy smell of new and old spunk was fully engrained his senses. His ability as a slime also made him able to taste the full extent of his sister’s countless snotty loads as the gooey, cloudy liquid was constantly absorbed into his body.

And then there was something else besides the stench of spunk and dickgirl musk filling his nose.

PPPRRrrrrttttGGRRRRPPpppPRRRrrttttttttt

The already warm environment under the blankets suddenly grew warmer, and a hell of a lot stinkier!

“Ueeeellgghh~!”

The slime man’s gagging increased tenfold from the rancid smell of the fart his sister had so casually let out! The smell was downright rotten, like dirty socks and spoiled cabbage coated in fermenting blue cheese! The pervasive odour filled his nose that was already occupied with the stench of her ball musk and caused his throat to convulse against the girl’s throbbing shaft. This only served to further Avery’s sense of pleasure as she jerked of using her own brother’s tiny throat!

SSPPPrrrRRAArrrpppttttttrttrttrrrrr

Who the fuck farted so much while masturbating?! The stench under the blanket only grew thicker as his sister let out another airy butt bomb. The girl had her head outside of the cocoon as she moaned, leaving herself free from the toxic stink while Jason was left to stew amidst the ever-worsening dutch oven!

“Grreeerrkkk~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

“Uuurrggh~!”

The thick smog or noxious butt fumes swirled inside the limited space in the cocoon with absolutely no way to escape. As he heaved the nasty shit vapour, Jason constantly question why he still possessed the ability to breathe when his throat was literally being stretched over his sister’s girthy prick. Worse yet, why did he still have the ability to smell all the awful smells she regularly produced?!

It was already bad enough that he had to put up with the brutal face fucking while being used as an actual fleshlight, why did he have to constantly inhale her rancid farts too?!

“Haaaahh~ hhaaaaahhh~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

“Glllrrkk~!”

Of course, no answer came to the disgruntled slime man, all bağcılar escort he could do was try his best to put up with it as his mouth was pumped back on forth on the girl’s sweaty cock. Whether by the feeling of her cock battering his throat or the nasty smell of her gas, his gagging never ceased, only growing more agitated as the state withing the hot, swampy, fart-filled cocoon gradually worsened.

BBRRRrrrrrrrrPRPRPrrppprrrFFRRRPppppttttttt

“Mmmnnn-hh haaahh~”

“Hrrrkk~!”

Schlickk

A particularly raspy fart seemed to have shocked the girl’s asshole, causing her cock to jerk powerfully in her hand, and inside Jason’s throat. The living condom could feel that she was getting close after a short time, which was understandable given that she was already on load number twenty-something.

By this time the spunk filling the slime man had been reduced to about a quarter.

“Gllrrkk~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

Jason tried his best to put off with the nose-burning stench as he braced for the upcoming orgasm. He could hear her balls churning within the restricted space and he felt like he could already taste her nut. Though that probably wasn’t just his imagination as there was still a sizable quantity of the snotty nut cream filling him.

The girl’s pumping picked up pace as she held his mouth even more tightly against her hot and sweaty shaft. The slime man’s tongue was dragged along the salty surface of her shaft while the hot, throbbing meat rod brutalised his gullet. His sister finally came at the same time that she let out a fart that was a little too wet for comfort.

SPPRRaaaaarpptttttPPRRRTTtttTRRTTtttt

“UUUeeeellghhh~!”

“Rrrnngghhh!”

Spluurrtt~

Jason’s lips were once again made to kiss her sweaty pubes and grimy balls as she held his mouth down on the base of her jerking rod. The atrocious smell of the ungodly wet shart filled his nostrils and caused him to gag hard right as his throat became painted in his sister’s hot load!

Spprrtt~Spluurtt~

“Hrrrnnggh~ haah haah~”

“Hrrk-hllkk~!”

The young woman’s body tensed up while her thick legs squirmed and rubbed together. Her plump balls throbbed and jerked as rope after rope of cloudy ball cream gushed into the human fuck sleeve. The salty hot jizz quickly joined the dregs swelling his tiny body and caused said body to begin rapidly inflating once more.

Jason could hardly focus on the feeling of his sister’s slimy nut filling his insides as he was still absolutely reeling from the ungodly stench of her last fart. The sticky, moist butt air filled his nose and caused his sinuses to burn, his throat constantly convulsed along her meaty shaft, causing more and more of her soupy seed to be milked from her jerking balls and fill him to the brim!

Spluuurt~

“KKkkrrkkk~!”

“Huff haaah haah~”

The moist fart continued to swirl around inside the heinous Dutch oven, by the time Jason had managed to endure the smell enough to realise what was happening, he was already in the same state he was previously, bloated to the brim with his sister’s cloudy cock snot that was clearly showing through his stretchy, swollen form.

“Huff huff haaaahh~”

Avery didn’t immediately open up the cocoon, probably because the interior was still soaked with her rotten farts. She instead lay there panting heavily amidst the fresh air while her living sex hole of a brother was left to endure the sweltering sauna composed of her vapourised bodily fluids and rancid farts. Jason’s mouth was left wrapped around her throbbing cock as he gagged softly while savouring the taste of her virile sperm and her noxious hit vapour. The gooey, cloudy seed leaked in between his mouth and her cock, it’s potent flavour was worked into his tastebuds along with the salty sweat soaking her shaft and balls.

Time passed slowly like that, the smell below the blanket had thinned out considerably after having been filtered through the slime man’s lungs while the quantity of semen filling him had once again decreased considerably. Jason remained suckling on his sister semi-erect spunk-stained member while snorting the musk off her greasy balls where the edge of his lips and nose remained. It was finally at this time that the cocoon was shed at last.

Fwip!

Light flooded the face of the hybrid turned condom as the heat gradually dissipated into the surrounding atmosphere. Jason didn’t want to feel relieved just yet, there was still the chance that she would suddenly grasp his mouth to her shaft again and subject him to a Dutch oven face fucking for the umpteenth time. However, much to his great relief, his sister only took a slight breather before she proceeded to sit up on the bed!

Jason couldn’t have been more ecstatic as she swung her naked legs over the end of the bed, allowing him to hang on her softening prick while dangling over the edge. He was like a large tear drop hanging off the tip of her dick, ümraniye escort filled with nothing but the cloudy semen she’d pumped out fresh from her sweaty plump balls. The thought of freedom reinvigorated the human fuck sleeve, and sure enough he was finally about to have such freedom.

But not before he was made to fulfil one final duty.

“Hhhhmmmm-mmmnnnn~”

Pssshhhhhh~

“Glllrrkk~?!”

Without any warning, Jason’s belly was suddenly flooded by a rapid, pressurized rush of hot liquid that was countless times looser that the snotty jizz that was just filling him! The smell of ammonia flooded the slime man’s sinuses as steam composed of his sister’s vapourised piss suddenly flooded from his tiny nostrils!

Psssshhhh~

“Hwwww-wwaaahhh~!”

The girl let out a light, cutesy yawn as she emptied her bladder. Jason’s body started rapidly swelling yet again as a score of hot, rancid piss filled his body and caused the cum that was still left inside of him to be churned up into a clumpy, frothy mess. The yellow of Avery’s pee quickly overtook the cloudy colour showing through his rapidly inflating formed as he was forcefully made to chug the girl’s potent morning piss!

His body kept swelling larger and larger as she continued to pee, her bladder seemed bottomless and it was only after his form had turned into that of a huge water balloon that was dangling barely a couple inches off the floor did the heavy stream of hot, rancid piss finally trickle off!

“Hwwaarr~”

His sister yawned once more before reaching down at last to detach his mouth from her cock. While Jason was gagging on the smell and taste of her fresh piss, she pulled his mouth from her crotch before grasping midway between his stretched lips and then roughly yanking them off completely.

The slime man, with his lips pinched in his sister’s finger, appeared like an actual filled water balloon, on filled with her snotty ball cream and rancid piss. The strong taste violently assaulted Jason’s senses as his sister’s piss was gradually absorbed in to his body at a rate even faster than her gooey cum.

Without waiting for him to cope with the situation, Avery suddenly used both hands to tie a knot in his stretchy lips as though he really were a used condom. When she was done, she casually tossed the piss-filled slime sack to the area below her desk, and without even looking to see if he landed properly, she simply crawled back into her sweat soaked sheets.

The girl may have had the energy to spend the entire night jerking off, however she was still a human that needed her sleep, unlike her freak of a tiny brother. Therefore, without even showering or putting anything on, she curled back up into her cocoon and the sound of her snoring sounded out not even a couple minutes later.

Jason in the meantime was rolling around on the carpet, a knot tied in his mouth and his own foot shoved up his ass keeping all of his sister’s piss and cum inside his bloated body. The smell of her nasty farts still had yet to leave his nose and now he even had the stench of her nasty piss to put up with as the hot liquid filled his mouth in the absence of her massive cock and soaked his tongue.

The jaded slime man could only put up with it until he shrunk down enough and gathered enough energy to undo the knot in his lips. Such was the hard knock life of the two inch tall hybrid.

***

“Ugh.”

What a horrible way to spend the morning, Jason groaned as he moved his tiny feet towards the bathroom. He may not need as much sleep as his sisters and the other pure humans, however there was nothing not exhausting about having his mouth and throat used as a fuck sleeve all night. All he wanted at this point was to scrub the nasty taste of his sister’s piss and cum out of his mouth before finding a secluded corner to fall asleep.

After walking for a good while, he finally came to the junction at the hall where the bathroom was situated on the other side. Thankfully they had been considerate enough to install a tiny opening in the facilities so that he would be able to get in without having to struggle with the regular sized door.

Jason’s mood brightened up a bit as he made his way over, however the moment he stepped out of the intersection, his view suddenly went dark.

Squish

“Oh my, sorry little brother!”

A muffled voice was heard before the darkness was lifted along with the large foot that had just stepped on him! The slime man reappeared with his entire body squished flat to the ground and his older sister’s sole print on his back. Of course, he was still alive, his slime-like body was virtually indestructible after all. However, the problem still remained that it would take a while for his body to return to normal when altered in such a way, and that was often just enough time for his sisters to fuck with him in whatever way they saw fit!

“Really sorry bro, I didn’t see you there~”

The young woman bent down and peeled his pancaked form off the floor and brought him up to her face. Jason was completely apathetic as he didn’t believe for a second that all of this was an accident. For one thing, she didn’t even try to sound sincere and then he didn’t hear any footsteps coming from around the corner until just then, such a thing was hard to miss at his size.

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While I was in college, I sometimes helped out my uncle who had a photo store in our town. Although he couldn’t afford to pay me much, I still liked to work for him since he was a nice person and I was really into photography, from shooting all the way to developing prints. On occasion he would have to leave the store for a while and asked me to cover for him if there were any customers.

One Saturday he had to leave after lunch already and told me that he had one appointment in his calendar for 4 p.m., a woman who wanted to have some pictures taken in the studio. Since no one else would be here, he suggested I close the store during the time of the shoots so as to not be interrupted all the time by other customers. Also, the store usually closed at 5 anyways on Saturdays, so this wouldn’t be a big deal, he said.

During the next couple hours only two customers came into the store, wanting to pick up some prints, and soon disappeared again. I was thinking of my assignment later and wondered who that woman might be, and what she would need the pictures for. It had been a while since I last took portraits so I went to the studio, checked out the cameras and positioned them in place. I arranged the background and the lighting in a nice way, and then took a couple test shoots of myself. For some reason I was a bit nervous but could not tell why. After all, this didn’t seem like too hard a task for me to do, although — I knew very little about it, that was true also.

Just a couple of minutes before 4, I heard the door opening and thought “that must be her!” I walked to the sales room and there she was. A rather small, very pretty young woman, maybe 5’3″, nice figure, curly, dark, shoulder-long brown hair with a little hint of red and a round face with barely any make-up applied. She wore an elegant black pant suit with a light blue blouse and black dress shoes with medium high heels. We looked at each other, then paused, in some sort of disbelief, then looked at each other again. She was the first to talk.

“Eric! Is that you?” She exclaimed, somewhat astonished.

“Yes, that’s me! And you are… Courtney… I guess?” I wondered. I had a faint memory of a young girl in middle school of that name, she looked very much alike this young woman. I didn’t know her well at that time but remember having a little crush on her from a distance, so to say.

“You got it!” She smiled at me. “Wow, I can’t believe, how many years has it been?”

“About six.” I replied. “You look even more beautiful than you did then,” I made her a compliment.

“Oh stop it, Eric! You’re the same womanizer you always were.”

How come she knew that of me? I barely knew her then… but in any case I thought we should move to do some business; maybe there would be time to meet and chat later.

“So, what brings you here, Courtney?” I asked.

“Well, believe it or not, but I’m getting married next month. So I’d like to have some pictures taken of me in my bridal outfit before the wedding, just in case, you never know, and maybe also as a surprise tekirdağ escort to my fiancé.” At this point I noticed that she had brought a huge bag with her.

“So I assume you got your dress in there?”

“Exactly, and all the other parts of my outfit, as well.”

“I see. So let me lock the store first, since we’ll be working in the studio and I could not attend to any other customers in that time.” I locked the front door and changed the sign so that the side with “CLOSED” faced the outdoors. Then I led Courtney into the studio.

“There is a small room on the right where you can change,” I told her and she took her big bag and disappeared. Not long afterwards, she called my name. I wasn’t sure what was the matter, but I knocked on the door to the small spare room.

“Come in, Eric!” She said. “I’d like to ask you if you can help me into my dress. It’s the first time I’m actually trying it on, just got it yesterday from the seamstress.”

“Okay,” I replied, not really sure what to do. Courtney stood in front of a large mirror, facing me with her back and had her bridal dress pulled up over her hips but not any farther than that. She wore a tight white bra size C that showed quite some cleavage as I could see in the mirror. Even her nipples showed through her bra a little bit. She also had changed into some shiny smooth white tights with reinforced toes and did not wear her shoes yet. I admired her beautiful small feet, probably size 3 or 4, and her adorable, sexy legs whose shape was even more enhanced in that smooth fabric of her tights.

“Come on, Eric — just pull the two sides together and zip this darn thing up!” She awakened me from my thoughts of admiration. She lifted the front part of her dress up and I understood to take the two sides on the rear and hold them tightly together with one hand, while moving the zipper up, but of course without hurting her in the way. In fact the theory sounded easier than it was to do in practice and it took me several tries to accomplish my mission. I was a bit embarrassed about my “two left hands” and how long it took me to get it done, but she was perfectly okay with it and thanked me several times for my help.

While I was assisting her, I noticed a very erotic smell from her hair, somewhat flowery and almost sweet, that made me even more aroused. I had never stood that close to a woman before, not to mention one that was half naked, and in a sense even touched her, which was unavoidable while I helped her zip up her dress.

Courtney now took her shiny white pumps out of her bag and slipped her nylon-encased feet in them.

“I think I am ready,” she announced and we walked back into the studio.

“You didn’t bring any flowers?” I asked.

“No, unfortunately. Do you have any?”

“Yes, we do. But I’m afraid they are artificial. No one will notice on the pictures, though, I promise.”

I asked her to sit on a comfortable chair first, with the bouquet in her lap, legs parallel, and to look at me with a smile. tokat escort She was such an amazing bride that I almost forgot what I was doing. Her smile was so enormously charming that I almost had to ask her to stop smiling at least for a little while to get back grounded on my job again.

I did some portrait shots, close-ups, some including her upper body down to her lap and then some shots with her whole figure. I also asked her to stand, lean against an artificial pillar, and vary the way her hair dropped over her face. Then I got inspired to try things off the beaten path and I asked her to put on some serious and even strict look in her face. She was very good with those kinds of changes of her expression; I had done professional models before who were less talented than Courtney. I made her open her mouth a bit and stick her index finger in, then hold the tip to her lower lip, moving it around a bit and bending the lip slightly. Very sharp, I thought. Her fingernails must have been manicured very recently and the nails had a shiny light red polish applied to them.

My next idea was for her to sit on the sofa, with her legs across and her shoes resting on the opposite arm rest. Shoes parallel, then legs over cross, then dress moved up slightly, just a few inches, then up to the knees, then a bit further… We were already way far astray from any normal bridal shots! It was obvious to me that Courtney not only didn’t mind my “special requests”, but enjoyed them, since she tuned into the whole thing more and more and acted like a slutty bride in both her facial expression and the way she posed for the camera.

Not long after these shots on the couch, she took matters into her own hand and slowly began a fascinating bridal striptease in front of me which of course I had to capture on camera in every detail. She first sat down on the chair again, crossed her legs, and slipped half way out of her white heels, dangling them seductively for me and for the camera. I had to get closer for some real cool shots and was able to smell her female sweaty scent from her soles and heels, quite amazing. She let the shoe drop to the floor, then did the same with the other shoe, dangling it patiently for me to get as many close shots as I could. I wound up sitting on the floor in front of her and she took the opportunity to walk her feet in tights over my crotch area, landing on my hard cock and giving it a bit of a massage. I was so turned on, I almost fainted from that sensation, although I still had my undies and pants on.

Then Courtney took off her dress, slowly, one step at a time, and first exposed her upper body, just with a bra, and then also her butt and crotch area. What a cute round butt that was! The shiny, smooth white tights made it even more impressive and I could not help letting my hands gently slide over her bottoms between two pictures. I was nervous, a bit, but she didn’t mind at all.

That encouraged me to put the camera aside just for a little bit and explore her body for a while. I trabzon escort started from her head and beautiful hair down to her breasts, gave them a slow massage, and then wanted to continue down but she took my hands and placed them on her back where the bra was hooked together. I knew what she wanted and I took off her bra, not without slight complications, and then went back to her absolutely stunning breasts and continued my massage. I then used my tongue as well and sucked on her dark nipples until they were very stiff and she started to moan a bit.

Courtney now started to undress me also until I was entirely nude and we sat down on the couch. She must have noticed how much I loved her feet and legs and the white tights she wore, because she placed her feet on my cock again and started a great foot job right there, only this time directly on my manhood. I was so excited that I could not hold myself back and came big time all over her feet and legs and her shiny silky white tights. She rubbed my cum into her tights and then walked her feet up my body to my face where she gently moved them and also her toes, and where I got an even stronger sensation of her sweet sweaty cute little feet.

It was my turn to massage Courtney’s feet with my hands, all the toes individually, then her arches, soles, heels, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, all the way up to her crotch. The sensation of the smooth tights encasing the sexy feet and legs of this beautiful young bride made me very aroused again.

Courtney took my hand and led it underneath her tights and her panties.

“Rub it gently there!” She asked. And I tried my best for the zero experience I had. But I must have not been so bad since her breathing became heavier and her moaning louder. IT was also getting very wet down there between her legs.

“Eric, I want you to fuck me — please!” She begged. Wow, I had never thought it would get that far, but I was definitely ready for my first time with a woman, particularly with one like Courtney. She ripped a hole in her tights right at her crotch and then moved the almost string-like bottom part of her panties aside so her pussy was free and ready for me.

I kneeled in front of her and slowly moved closer, then Courtney gently took my penis into her right hand and placed it at her love hole. I pushed forward, very slowly, then all the way, and Courtney sighed intensely. It was a magnificent feeling having my cock inside of her soft and wet pussy which was still firm in some sense and had a grip on it.

I moved in and out of her, slowly, then faster, then slowly again. She encouraged me by shouting out loud: “Fuck me! Yes, fuck me hard! Yes, like that! Like that! Give it to me, Eric! Yeah!”

She wrapped her legs encased in these white tights around my waist and pressed her heels against my butt which made me crazy of excitement. We fucked for at least half an hour until we came very closely one after another. I shot my load deep into her, exploding more than ten times, and she squirted her juices all over me.

We lay there for a while, then standing up and embracing each other, even a gentle kiss.

I was not surprised that she didn’t send me an invitation to her wedding. But for some reason she forgot her white tights in the spare room. I still have them, and so do I have copies of all the pictures I took that special afternoon…

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“Do you think a woman could eat herself out?”

Even now, bringing her feet down the wall step by step, inching her pussy closer and closer to her waiting tongue, the conversation Jenny had heard while walking between classes rang through her head.

“What the hell are you talking about, Gerald?”

“I mean, you know, if she was flexible enough, do you think a chick could get down there and lick herself enough to come? It would be the ‘ultimate head,’ wouldn’t it?”

“Jesus, the shit you think up…”

The couple had continued on their merry way, but Jenny was left thinking. She was a gymnast – had been for a few years. If anybody could do it, she probably could.

So she’d skipped Horticulture 101 that day and went back home. The whole ride back, all she could think about what what it would feel like, what the texture of her lips would be like on her mouth, what her clit would feel like rolled around by her tongue, what the smell and taste would be like so close to her honeypot.

As soon as she was in her dorm, Jenny removed all her clothing and sat on her bed with a mirror. She knew that it would be a stretch. If she didn’t need to lick her pussy, she’d give up at the strain. But if she wanted to actually reach nirvana, she knew she’d have to have a biological need.

So for ten or twenty minutes she sat, playing with her lips, stretching them, admiring them. She built up a lust for the pussy in the mirror – it wasn’t hers. It belonged to someone else. The more she looked at it, the more she externalized it, the more she wanted it. How great, she wondered, would it be to give herself the ultimate head? In control of the motions, and receiving each one herself. The thought pleased her deeply, and at this point she put the mirror on her nightstand and went to work.

She found quickly that a direct frontbend wouldn’t work. She simply couldn’t crawl through her legs as she imagined she might be able to. Somehow, she needed an external force to multiply her own flexibility. To that end, she swung around so that her head was against the wall.

Next, she swung her feet up above her head, folding herself more or less in half. Now, she was able to walk down the wall slowly, stretching as she went. Already it was getting difficult to breathe. Jenny wondered if she’d be able to hold her breath long enough to just stick her tongue out.

“No,” she whispered, trying to motivate herself. “No, you’re not fucking giving up. You need this, Jen. You deserve this.”

She reached up spontaneously and inserted a finger into the pussy above her head. It felt good, good enough to make her stop walking down the wall. She wiggled her digit around for a moment, then removed her finger and put it in her mouth.

“There,” she said past her wet finger, “that’s what it’s going to taste like.”

Her vigor renewed, she took bigger steps. The taste would be so much better straight from the source. For a brief moment, she wondered how many women had tasted themselves and wished to lick themselves. The number, she reasoned, was likely high. But far, far fewer had ever licked themselves. Few had probably ever gotten to the point she was at now, with her pussy just an inch away.

“Fuck,” she managed, fighting to inhale. Her clit now stuck out from its hood, straining against its anchor, stopping just short of verbalizing its need for her to suck it. She snaked her tongue out far as she could, but those precious centimeters she needed may as well have been the other side of the galaxy.

She moved her hands, which currently were pulling her legs down toward her head, behind her head, careful to keep pressure on the backs of her knees. Weaving her fingers together behind her head like a cradle, she prepared to do a crunch with her legs over her head. The strain in her neck was undeniable, as was the pain at her waist.

“This is it, Jenny. You’re gonna lick it,” she thought, sucking in a deep breath. Then she pulled her stomach in and yanked her hands forward, bringing her head and pussy together.

Several things happened at once. Firstly, the tension in her neck disappeared, and she felt her shoulders move backward. Next, her face and pussy collided, far more forcefully than she’d intended. Immediately following her brain registering that her genitals and mouth had indeed touched, the world around her began to spin. Instinctively, she shut her eyes as several things hit her face in succession, until she lay still, the tension vanished from her body.

As she opened her eyes, she saw that she was on the carpet.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “That was disappointing.” And she sat up.

Well, part of her did.

More than horror or fear or even confusion, Jenny simply regarded the sight now before her with lust. On the bed now positioned in the center of her field of vision, she watched as her own headless body sat up. She knew it was hers; those breasts were unmistakably the biggest on the dance team. Those sloping shoulders, now featureless bilecik escort from left to right, bore her freckles and birthmarks. And, most importantly, Jenny knew it was her body because it had sat up when she willed herself to sit up.

“What the hell…” she breathed, staring at her shoulders from the floor as she explored the spot where her head belonged. She brushed her hand from one shoulder to the other, feeling the empty expanse over her sternum and spine. She patted the spot, noting the sensation much like a pat on the back of the neck or the elbow – it was clear that something was touching her, but the feelings weren’t delicate, as they might be on the stomach or nipple.

She tried to shake her head, but her viewpoint remained unchanged. Somehow, despite the sheer oddity of her predicament, she couldn’t shake the primal heat coming up from her groin. She’d put so much effort forth to get herself in the mood that now, it wouldn’t go away.

As she watched herself helplessly feeling around her smooth shoulders for her now-detached head, Jenny realized that the answer to Gerald’s question was a resounding yes.

“Yes!” she chortled, laughing slightly. Her body, still responding to her every command as if it were still attached, shook silently. Its breasts swayed as it stood from the bed, then stooped, waving its arms out like metal detectors, hands hovering inches from the floor.

“God that’s sexy,” she said. She felt it, and saw it, when her knees bumped the bottoms of her breasts. Her view of her neck, or rather the spot her head should be, was now unimpeded. It was covered by skin with identical tone and color as her chest. In fact, she saw some slight redness between her shoulders, which she interpreted as horniness – the same telltale sign, she figured, as when her chest turned red during sex.

Now her hands collided with the top of her head. It was a new and alien sensation, being in two places at once and yet not feeling like it. As she leaned back into a stoop to lift her head from the floor, she brought one hand under her jaw for support, and with her other hand she clasped her scalp tightly.

“Jesus,” she said, vertigo taking hold as she turned around. Walking now back to her bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror at her vanity. Her body – so short now, with no head! – walked slowly, her head out-thrust like a precarious lamp.

She kept her head facing forward as she backed her body onto the bed, then leaned back. Jenny reasoned she could proved Gerald correct this very second, or she could enjoy the possibilities her new arrangement of body parts offered. She held her head over her groin, looking down at the wet matte of hair between her legs.

“God, I want it,” she said, pulling her head to her chest instead. “You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” she said to her body. She moved her head to her left nipple and began to suck it, hard, twiddling its sister with her free hand. “I like that, body.”

Jenny was already big enough in the chest to suck her own nipples comfortably, but it was a new feeling entirely to suck them without lifting them. There was something forbidden about it, as if they belonged to someone else. She twisted the nipple with her teeth, and then brought her head down to kiss her stomach. She stopped ministering to her right nipple with her free hand and brought it down to her pussy, slipping a finger inside. Her eyes bugged when she realized how wet she was.

“You want it too, don’t you?” Jenny said, again to the body under her control. She took one last look at her mountainous breasts sliding away from each other on her chest, felt the manic beating of her heart, reveled in the sheer mindless horniness now spreading throughout her without signs of stopping, and dropped her head between her legs.

As she descended, still in her own grip, her chin bumped her clit. She bucked involuntarily and through sheer instinct grabbed her head tighter to ensure it didn’t fall onto the floor again. The firmer grip brought her head closer to her pussy as she relaxed on the bed, and with the force of a spiteful lover she was thrust against her own folds.

She was wetter than a ruptured waterbed as her tongue wrapped around her clit. The first orgasm was instantaneous, and she felt her lips contracting around her face.

“Ohmygod!” she shrieked, muffled by her own pussy. She knew, were her pussy looser, the force with which she now pushed her face against her groin would’ve shoved her head inside her vagina.

As the aftershocks subsided from her first orgasm, Jenny was in no mind to stop. She looked past her stomach to her wobbling breasts and brought one hand up to squeeze them. She arched her back at her own touch.

“You like that, don’t you? You’ve been a bad body, you know. A bad” – here she licked her clit again, and grunted, – “body!” She drove her tongue deep into her hole, tasting her sweet juices from every angle at once. “You know manisa escort what we do to naughty bodies, don’t you? Naughty headless sexy bodies.”

Her talk was upping the ante. She felt her heart beating faster than hummingbird wings. She couldn’t squeeze her breasts hard enough. She couldn’t suck her clit hard enough. She couldn’t lap at her lips quick enough to blow another load. But the talking was transporting her to another realm of sexual bliss.

Suddenly, Jenny’s door opened. She looked over, too horny to be worried, and saw her boyfriend, Derek, standing in the doorway with a bouquet.

“Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to… Did you detach your head?”

“Yeah, I did,” she said lustily, sitting up with her head pushed against her breasts. She brushed her face against them as she spoke. “I was just punishing my naughty body. Wanna help?” Jenny turned her head to Derek, licking her lips.

In a flash, Derek had thrown the bouquet against a chair and removed his clothes.

“So, can you still control your body?” he asked, as Jenny’s headless body handed him a condom from the nightstand.

“I sure can,” she said.

“Then how are you punishing it?” He rolled the condom down his dick as Jenny’s head, level with it, watched hungrily.

“I dunno,” she deflected, “but maybe you can help.” He picked up her head and brought it to eye-level. “It’s been very naughty,” she said, pouting. “Should we spank it? Or maybe we can fuck it really hard.”

As she spoke, her body rolled over onto its stomach. She looked down at it.

“Maybe we should tie it up first. It might get away.”

“God, Jenny, I didn’t know you were a sub. You’re always such a dominatrix in the sack.”

“Well,” she offered as Derek pulled several lacy handcuffs from the dresser. “It’s not every day a girl gets to see herself as another person.”

“Would you stop moving?” Derek asked. He was struggling to handcuff her body, which was now flailing its limbs, while holding her head against his chest.

“I told you it’s being naughty,” Jenny said. “Looks like you’ll have to put me down to apprehend it.” Derek just chuckled as he shook his head.

“Is this alright?” he asked, setting her head down gently on the vanity. “Can you see everything?”

“Oh baby, can I,” she whispered, kissing him gently as he turned away.

He went back to the bed and straddled her headless body, slapping the fuzzy handcuffs around one of her arms and anchoring it to the headboard. He did the same with her other arm, and stopped when he saw that her shoulder-blades were touching each other over the space where her head should have been.

“How’s this feel, honey?” he asked, looking to his right, to the vanity, where her head sat with its eyes closed, enjoying every second of it. “Your shoulders are touching where, uh, where your head goes.”

“I know,” Jenny said. “It’s nice; you’re doing fine, baby! You’re a little heavy, though. Maybe just sit up a little?” Derek shifted his weight to his hips. “Perfect, love!”

Her legs were somewhat easier to get shackled down, and then he came back for her head.

“I think my body likes that, Derek,” she said as he lifted her up and brought her to survey herself.

She lay, helpless, headless and on her stomach on the bed. He’d anchored her legs at the ankles to the bedposts, but he handcuffed her arms together through a bar on the headboard. Instead of positioning her like an “X,” Derek had opted to tie her down like an inverted “Y.”

“Man, this is fucking weird,” he said in her ear.

“Good thing we’re both into weird, baby,” she said. “We should probably fuck my body now, though. My heart’s beating a mile a minute.”

“You don’t want me to tease you like usual?” Derek seemed a little sad.

“Baby, I teased myself long before you got here.” She grunted, gasping as he entered her. “With my tongue.”

“Hey, I can kiss you and do you from behind at the, ungh, at the same time.” Derek brought her in and snaked his tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tasted just like her pussy, and he kissed her more deeply for it. She returned the kiss with full force, moaning at him and whimpering as he rammed her.

“What are you, oh God, what are you stopping for?” her head asked as he broke the kiss off.

“I need to breathe, baby.”

“You’re not, ugh, not punishing that body enough. Turn me around.” Derek complied. Jenny looked down. From her vantage point, she had a man’s body below her. She watched, transfixed for a moment, as Derek’s cock slid in and out of her pussy, and she could both see and feel it.

“You like that?” he said, watching her staring down at her own ass as it crumpled against his thrusts. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”

“I like fucking myself,” she replied. “Slap my ass.”

She watched, thoroughly entertained, as he raised a hand and brought it across both of her buttocks, leaving a faint red mark on both.

“Squeeze mersin escort that ass,” she commanded. Again she watched, imagining that his body was hers, as a strong hand reached down and clenched its grip around her right ass cheek.

She felt his hand on her ass, and pushed her body closer to the bedsheets. Her nipples rubbed lightly against the cotton as he thrust into her, first as he punched into her pussy, and second as he dragged her backward to withdraw.

“Turn me around,” Jenny said. Derek complied. “You going to come inside that naughty, sexy, headless, helpless, horny body,” she whispered, grunting with every impact and trying to time her words around it, “or are you going to use my head as a tissue and make it catch your load?”

Derek wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “I’ve got a choice?”

Jenny grinned, closing her eyes, raising her eyebrows as his hips smashed into her ass over and over. “Not like I’m going to do anything about it.”

“Well shit,” he said, pulling out and peeling off the condom.

“One thing, though.” she said. He stopped, mid-removal. “I think, well, I know, that my body wants to masturbate. Real bad. Would you mind letting it go?”

“Nah, it’s been naughty. Why would I let it jack itself off?”

“Because I’ll bite your dick off if you don’t,” Jenny said.

Derek laughed and put her head down on her ass as he unlocked the handcuffs, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Jenny’s entire body and head were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but all the same she kissed her ass lightly, sensually as her boyfriend freed her body.

“Kissing your own ass, you narcissist,” Derek chuckled, picking her head up and wiping her cheek on the covers. Her body rolled over and sat up, sliding a finger into its pussy and rubbing her clit.

Derek put her head on the edge of the bed and then stood, masturbating. “Oh God that’s nice,” she muttered, her eyes rolling up into her head. “Everything’s nice.”

“Look at you,” he said, turning her around. She opened her eyes to see her headless body sitting, unceremoniously, at the other end of the bed. It was hunched over, her breasts brushing her thighs, as she rubbed her pussy with one hand and pulled herself down with the other. Even though Jenny was in control of it, causing and feeling everything she saw before her, she couldn’t help but mentally remark how much it looked like someone else. She put one hand up to her neck, to the place where her head should be, and patted it as if she were still surprised that it had detached.

“Jesus, Derek, did my head really come off my body?”

“Yeah, baby. Isn’t it awesome?”

“Is that really my headless body masturbating over there?”

“I know, I can’t believe it either.”

“Derek, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Hang on, not yet, baby. I’m almost there!”

“Too late! Oh God, I’m squirting!” Jenny whimpered the last words as she closed her eyes and felt her pussy open up, felt herself get instantly wetter, and then felt a stream of warm liquid hitting her face. She leaned back against the headboard, unable to control herself in the face of such a raw orgasm, and felt Derek’s load on the back of her head.

She kept her eyes closed, but they both remained still for a second; her body, chest rising and falling soundlessly as it absently played with its pussy lips, and Derek, head buried in the crook of his arm as he caught his breath. Finally, Jenny’s body sat up and gathered her soaking head into its arms.

“I sort of, uh, gave myself a facial. I can’t exactly see anything; would you lead me to the bathroom, baby? I think we should clean up.”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Derek grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her into the cold bathroom. “That was some facial,” he said as he guided her to the shower and turned the water on.

“I’ve only squirted once before. Well, you remember,” she said, passing her head from one hand to the other, then holding it on her hip like a basketball. “The first time we made love? You were so big, baby.” She reached out and gave his flaccid dick a rub.

“You were so wet, honey. So excited. Made me feel like a million bucks.” He put a hand into the shower stream. “Looks like it’s hot now. You first, or me?”

“Actually, I’m going to multitask here, baby. I’ve gotta pee like a racehorse, but take me, or my head, I guess.”

Jenny passed her head off to him as her body sat down on the toilet. He got into the shower with her and began to rinse her hair.

“Shit!” she said after a moment. Derek heard fumbling outside. “I’m out of toilet paper!” He wiped the water from her eyes and she looked up at him.

“Does it matter?” He asked, rubbing body wash on the arm supporting her head. “You can just get in here and wash off.”

“Oh,” she said as the shower door slid open and her body stepped in behind Derek. “I hadn’t thought of that.” He passed the body wash over his shoulder, and she took it from him. She opened it, then stopped.

“Actually, do you mind handing me to my body? I’m going to wash my hair first, then wash my body. I think it’d be hard to do it another way.”

Derek grabbed her shoulders and guided her headless body around him so she was in the stream. Then he handed her head to her and stepped back.

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – When Bob and Anna Wilson and their three adult kids John, Kate and Dylan along with spoiled cousin Madison went camping in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, they met and befriended two young men in the US on a working holiday – brash Australian David, better known as Davo, and his friend Travis, originally from New Zealand.

While Madison was a nightmare on the Wilson family’s 1994 camping vacation, another niece Breanna who is currently staying with them is far worse as is her best friend Isabella. When Davo and Travis arrive in the Wilson family’s Pennsylvania hometown, can they do something to relieve the long-suffering Wilsons of trailer park tramp Breanna and housing project whore Isabella? Find out by reading the eighth and final story of sexual shock comedy ‘Trailer Trash Teen Hates Rules’.

All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Please be aware of the strong fetish themes, coarse humor (including bathroom humor), foul language and violence in the story, which may not be to everyone’s taste.

Otherwise, please enjoy Breanna’s last adventure and rate and comment.

*

SATURDAY morning was the start of a beautiful Pennsylvanian summer day as Davo drove the van out of Philadelphia and into the country, Travis in the passenger seat navigating.

Passing by a farm, the young Australian looked at a field full of sheep and goats and turned to his New Zealander friend. “Hey Travis, try not jumping out of the car and scaring the sheep this time.”

Travis grinned and shook his head at his friend’s latest joke about New Zealanders and sheep. “Oh come on Davo, get some new material.”

As the duo reached the outskirts of the town the Wilson family called home, Davo glanced into the fields of another farm and his eyes went wide in astonishment. “Hey, how did we come to be in New Zealand?” he asked Travis. He pointed out the open van window.

“What is it now, Davo?” asked Travis before the young red-haired man’s eyes also went wide as Davo pulled to the side of the road and both guys looked across the field. The sound of cows mooing and the whinnying of a horse filled the van as the young men observed the amazing sight of a large black horse chasing one of a herd of cows, the stallion rearing up on its hind legs and attempting with great enthusiasm to mount the cow.

Davo shook his head as he pulled back onto the road and continued driving. “That is some weird, fucked up shit. Kate never said anything about her town being so strange.”

“No,” agreed Travis. “Although that cousin of hers, that Breanna girl sounds strange. Are you sure you really want to go there?”

“Fuck yeah, if she’s hot like Kate said she was,” said Davo. “And talking about Kate and fucking, I bet you can’t wait to get into her knickers?”

The images of Kate filled his mind, the pretty six-foot girl with her long dark hair wearing her white panties and her E-cup breasts harnessed with a white bra; Kate naked, her beautiful big breasts, the plump cheeks of her bare bottom and her luxurious carpet of black pubic hair that grew over her mound and over her pink pussy. Travis felt his groin stirring. “I hope we get a chance. On the camping trip it was okay because her parents were always so occupied with what Madison was up to, but here it might be different.”

“Breanna is much worse than Madison so Kate was saying, so I think Mr. and Mrs. Wilson will be fully occupied,” observed Davo as he slowed down on approach to an intersection. Continuing along the road, Davo turned the van into a motel parking lot. This motel was much nicer than the sleazy, cheap establishment on the bad side of town, and Davo looked the place up and down. “This looks pretty good,” he said.

“Yeah,” agreed Travis, as he stepped out of the van. He observed some signs in the park across the street, promoting the Christian Music Festival to take place that same Saturday. “Hey Davo look at this, the Christian Musical Festival. I wonder what that’s about?”

Davo also looked at the signs. “Jesus, I can’t think of anything more fun,” the young Australian said sarcastically.

*

Davo’s hypothesis that Bob and Anna Wilson were fully occupied that morning was an accurate one. They had not one but two problem teenage girls to deal with. The husband and wife glared at both Breanna and Isabella as the girls displayed their terrible table manners at breakfast, eating toast covered with peanut butter and jelly with their mouths open.

Neither girl had dressed, Breanna and Isabella both barefoot in oversize tee-shirts over their panties. Dylan of course was most interested in both his cousin and her hot Latina friend, his groin stirring as Breanna changed her position at the table, opening her legs to show her white panties while Isabella’s knees drifted apart to show the blue floral cotton panties that covered her pussy and bottom. The two girls consumed kütahya escort the last of the orange juice without asking the Wilson family if they would like any more before making their way upstairs, leaving their breakfast dishes un-cleared on the table. Dylan craned his neck as the two barefoot teenage girls made their way upstairs, observing their legs and panties.

“So, who are these two guys that are coming over for lunch today?” asked Breanna to Kate later that morning. Kate was dressed in a long blue floral skirt, her big boobs filling out her tee-shirt. Breanna wore jeans and a tee-shirt and Isabella a revealing blouse and a short skirt. Kate was busy dusting, neither Breanna nor Isabella feeling any inclination to help her.

“Davo and Travis, we met them when we were camping,” said Kate. “They’re from Australia. Well, Travis is from near Christchurch in New Zealand originally, but like Davo he lives in Melbourne.”

“We had to learn about Australia in geography at high school,” said Breanna. “It was so boring.”

“Well, why don’t you tell Davo and Travis how you feel when they arrive?” asked Kate.

“I will,” said Breanna, a challenging tone in her voice. Failing to assist Kate with moving a small cabinet, Breanna then said to her cousin, “So, what do they look like?”

“I’ll show you,” said Kate. She retrieved the packet of photographs from the camping trip, and opened them up, showing Breanna and Isabella the photographs that contained Davo and Travis. Kate saw Breanna’s interest aroused as she looked at the good-looking, muscular form of Davo, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, although her trailer park cousin was careful to maintain a look of indifference as she examined the photographs.

Isabella was far less constrained about expressing her opinions, although for once in her life, she only had good things to say. “Are all New Zealand guys this good looking?” she asked, pointing at Travis.

Kate was a little dismayed that Isabella was so interested in the guy that interested her, but obviously did not express these feelings, given that her parents had no idea what she and Madison had gotten up to with the guys on the camping vacation.

Breanna made her exit from the living room, the images of the great-looking young Australian traveler in her mind. Between her legs, Breanna felt her clitoris tingling and her vagina dampening as she closed the door to the room where she was staying. Pulling down her jeans to leave her standing in a tee-shirt and white bikini-style panties, Breanna reached into her bag and pulled out her tight and very short denim shorts, pulling them up and adjusting them so they fitted around her aroused pussy. As Breanna returned, Kate noted Breanna’s change of clothes, and it was obvious that her trashy cousin had taken the bait.

*

The morning seemed to drag for Breanna and Isabella as they awaited the arrival of the two great-looking guys from Australia. Towards eleven, they jumped with excitement when the doorbell rang, but to their great disappointment it was only Samantha. John’s fiancée looked pretty as ever in a lemon-colored summer dress, the girl carrying some fruit she had cut up for the barbeque. John greeted her with a kiss, and the couple made their way into the kitchen.

Another fifteen minutes passed before the doorbell rang again, and this time it was indeed Davo and Travis. “Davo, Travis, how are you?” asked Bob Wilson, as he greeted the two young men warmly and invited them inside.

“G’day Mr. Wilson, pretty good,” said Davo in his strong Australian accent. He held up a plastic bag containing steaks and sausages he and Travis had purchased at a butcher’s shop in town. “Sorry, we’re running a bit late. As soon as the butcher found out we were from Australia, he wouldn’t stop talking …”

Bob laughed, recognizing the butcher’s shop bag. “Old Mario? Yeah, he’s a nice enough guy but once he gets talking …”

Davo also laughed. “Yeah, he kept saying how great it must be to live in Australia, how we can go to the Sydney Harbor Bridge and Opera House, a swim at the Great Barrier Reef or for a picnic at Ayer’s Rock any time we like. When I said I was from Melbourne, it didn’t seem to register.”

“That’s Mario for you,” said Bob, feeling more relaxed than he had felt all week.

“Why don’t I put this in the refrigerator, Davo?” Anna suggested, taking the butcher’s bag from Davo and into the kitchen.

“Thanks Mrs. Wilson,” said Davo, as he and Travis greeted Kate, Dylan and John.

“Hi Davo, hi Travis,” said Kate warmly.

“G’day Kate,” said Davo, shaking hands with her.

“Hi Kate,” said Travis. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yes, it’s good to see you too Travis,” said Kate, her smile masking a puzzling feeling inside her. She had really been looking forward to seeing Travis, but now that he was here she didn’t feel excited, in fact she felt kind of flat. Kate thought to herself that maybe it was malatya escort just stress, that Breanna’s antics during the week had worn her down, and that soon she would feel that excitement again.

Davo turned to John and Samantha. “Great to see you again, John,” he said as he and Travis shook hands with John. “And you must be Samantha,” Davo continued, shaking hands with the pretty strawberry blonde. “John’s told me so much about you.”

Samantha laughed and smiled. “Only good things, I hope?”

Davo noticed Samantha’s left hand, and the ring on her finger. “Wow, did you get engaged?”

“Yes, just this week,” said Samantha.

“Congratulations,” said Davo, he and Travis again shaking hands with John and Samantha. He grinned at John. “Your days of freedom are nearly over.”

“Yeah, Samantha’s already set out my schedule for the next week and the week after,” John joked, Samantha playfully poking him in the ribs.

Davo and Travis’s attention was captured by the entrance of Breanna and Isabella, Davo’s eyes going wide at the sight of Breanna, the pretty blonde dressed in a tight tee-shirt that accentuated her breasts, and the short denim shorts that showed off her shapely legs.

Bob looked at the two girls. “This is my niece Breanna, and her friend Isabella,” he said, the tone of his voice stern as he reflected on the many troubles Breanna had caused in the turbulent week. “They are both nuisances but aren’t here for long, tomorrow they will be going back to the other side of town where they belong.”

“G’day Breanna, how are ya?” Davo asked, deliberately accentuating his Australian accent as he shook hands with the girl.

Breanna, although very much interested by Davo was determined to be her usual self, and looked Davo up and down with a hard expression. “You’re from Australia? We learned about Australia in history and geography in school.”

“So what do you think of Australia?” Davo asked.

“I think it’s a heap of fucking shit,” said Breanna.

“Breanna!” snapped Bob and Anna in unison.

“Oh, you know how to swear, that’s very impressive,” said Davo to Breanna, the girl glowering back at him as he shook hands with Isabella. “Perhaps Isabella is more friendly?”

“Nice to meet you Davo,” said Isabella, shaking hands with Davo and then Travis.

“Hi Isabella, I’m Travis,” said the young man, quite taken with her good looks.

Isabella looked at him, and in a way that was completely at odds with the tough, streetwise girl who had grown up in a housing project, burst out giggling and blurted out, “You talk funny,”, sounding more like a naïve groupie meeting an actor or popstar on whom she had a crush.

Davo laughed hysterically, and Isabella blushed at what she had said and how she had said it. “Isabella, what the fuck?” asked Breanna, also laughing.

“Breanna!” warned Anna, increasingly exasperated that her niece could scarcely avoid using the word fuck in every sentence that came out of her mouth.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” said Isabella.

“No, that’s okay,” said Travis, also laughing.

“He does talk funny,” said Davo. “Australians always need to interpret for New Zealanders, so if you need to know what Travis is saying, just ask me. Just for a start, when Travis says ‘fush’ he means ‘fish’, and when he says ‘pug’ he means a pig, not a small dog.” He turned to Bob. “Now, how about I show you how us Aussies do a barbeque, Mr. Wilson?”

“Looking forward to it, Davo,” said Bob. “And I’ll show you and Travis how to do a Philly cheesesteak.”

“Sounds great,” said Davo. “Travis and I had Philly cheesesteaks for tea the other night, bloody great.”

The Wilson family and their guests split into three groups. There were the guys, Bob, John, Davo and Travis at the barbeque each with a beer, talking about things like sports, cars and fishing. There were the girls, Anna, Kate and Samantha who worked together making salads and also talking. There were the rebels, Breanna and Isabella who sat smoking cigarettes.

Left alone to brood in his own resentment was Dylan. The small statured young man had scarcely been acknowledged by Davo or Travis, and as usual he felt as though he was in the shadows of his brother and sister. Watching how relaxed his father was with the two guys from Australia, laughing and joking and talking about a variety of things made Dylan brood all the more. He and his father had never really been able to do that. Once he had gone fishing with his father, and they had barely spoken more than a dozen words the entire day. This contrasted greatly with how his father interacted with Kate or John.

With the barbeque ready, everybody sat down outside to eat, Bob feeling more relaxed than he had all week when this was shattered by two voices – young and male – calling across the back yard and setting the dogs to barking. “Hey, that looks really good.”

Dylan’s two loser friends Wayne and Kenny were there batman escort standing at the gate, as usual not knocking or ringing the doorbell. Bob cursed. These two worthless morons were attracted by food more than hyenas and vultures to a carcass of a dead animal on the African plains. And given the amount junk these two losers ate, it was amazing that they both had skinny frames, and did not weigh more than 250-pounds each.

“I love those chips,” said Kenny, staring at a bag of potato chips.

“And I’m really thirsty,” said Wayne, eying off a bottle of lemonade.

“Could we stop for lunch too?” asked Kenny, not bothering to hint at what he wanted.

Bob sighed, then an idea crossed his mind. “Yes, come in.” Bob went into the garage and removed a children’s table and chair set – used by John, Kate and Dylan in early childhood and put it alongside the main table.

As he did this, Anna introduced Wayne and Kenny to Davo, Travis and Isabella. “This is Davo White, Travis Black and Breanna’s friend Isabella Ramirez.”

Bob noted that both Wayne and Kenny gave Breanna a wide berth, as though afraid of her and he pondered what type of insanity was behind this. With his niece and his son’s loser friends, Bob assumed anything was possible, although even in the depths of his imagination Bob did not even come close to the truth. It was fortunate he did not, for if Bob knew about Kenny accidentally rupturing the condom he wore as he and Wayne engaged in anal sex with Breanna on Bob and Anna’s marital bed earlier in the week, he would surely have suffered a fatal stroke.

Bob placed a bottle of soft drink and the potato chips on the table. “Eat, and try not to say anything stupider than you two already do.”

“Thanks Mr. Wilson,” said Wayne, opening the chips.

“Yeah thanks,” said Kenny, as he stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and ate with his mouth open.

“So Davo, do you put kangaroos and koalas on the barbeque in Australia?” Wayne asked, the young man thinking this was a great source of conversation, an opinion Bob did not share.

“Kangaroos yeah, but not koalas. Too tough and not enough meat,” joked Davo.

“They eat horses in France,” Kenny chipped in. “Do you eat horse meat in Australia?”

“Boys!” warned Anna.

“Only the ones that die at the racetrack,” laughed Davo, meeting the stupid question with sarcasm.

“There’s this really weird horse at a farm not far from here,” cut in Wayne. “It likes to mount cows.”

“Yeah, and the other morning it fucked another horse,” Kenny blurted out, he Wayne and Dylan all laughing, while Samantha put down her knife and fork and regarded Wayne and Kenny with distaste, losing her appetite at this conversation.

“Boys, that’s enough,” growled Bob.

“Actually, we saw the horse on our way into town this morning,” said Davo. “It was in the cow paddock, chasing the cows.”

“Yeah, it was pretty weird,” said Travis. “I think it has an identity problem.”

“Did it mount one?” asked Kenny.

“Okay, no more talk about horses and cows you two,” said Bob. “Is that clear?”

Kenny suddenly burst out laughing. “What’s funny?” Dylan asked his friend.

“I just realized that Davo’s surname is White and Travis’s surname is Black,” said Kenny, “that’s funny.”

“One of our mates in Melbourne has the surname Grey,” said Davo.

Kenny stopped laughing. “I don’t get it,” he said, a blank expression on his face, everyone else sighing at the young man’s stupidity.

During the rest of the lunch Kate, who was sitting opposite from Travis, could not help but notice the way Isabella shamelessly flirted with the young man, preening herself, talking often to him. Kate thought she would feel annoyed about it, yet felt indifferent, and the images of Brett filled her own imagination. She had looked forward to seeing Travis so much, yet so far it had been a big letdown.

Breanna sat next to Davo, her attitude deliberately cool. However as Davo was talking to John and Samantha about a high school camp where he and other students had cycled from Melbourne to the nearby city of Geelong, then rode out along Victoria’s famed Great Ocean Road and past the well-known Twelve Apostles rock formation on the coast to Port Campbell, he felt fingers on his leg, stroking his leg through his shorts.

Glancing under the table, he saw that Breanna’s hand was responsible. Maintaining her stony, hard expression Breanna moved her hand higher up, teasing Davo’s groin with her nimble fingers. As he continued to describe the Great Ocean Road, Davo felt himself getting harder and harder at Breanna’s touch and choked, going red in the face.

“Are you okay, Davo?” John asked, passing him a glass of water.

“Yeah,” spluttered Davo. “Just swallowed the wrong way, I think.”

Satisfied with her work, Breanna withdrew her hand and acted like nothing had happened, and the conversation turned to the Christian musical festival to be held that evening, which Kate and Dylan were attending. “Why don’t you come along too?” Kate asked Davo and Travis.

“Yeah sure,” said Davo, neither he nor Travis having ever having attended such an event, and unsure of what it entailed.

“Issy and me will go too,” said Breanna, raising her hand.

“Yeah, count us in,” said Isabella.

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Standing in my lounge room, I centred myself right in front of the couch where my best friends Malax and Aiden had taken seat. Malax, to my left, raised an eyebrow behind his thick rimmed glasses and mouthed the word “what?” in my direction. My eyes lowered to the floor, where I could see my feet hiding behind their tiny blue socks, and curling up into the carpet.

“Sit down already,” Aiden insisted with a grin and waving his hand dramatically in the direction of the couch. I let out a little exhale, which had been caught in my throat, and my eyes darted from one man to the other. They wanted me to sit between them, while watching some TV show, about serial killers, and to just relax and unwind between them.

“I just wasn’t sure,” I mumbled, “how to sit exactly.” I knew I was blocking the TV but upon seeing the tiny space between these two guys I just didn’t feel confident enough to permit myself such a position.

Malax shook his head and said, “Just sit here,” he patted the centre, “what are you talking about? You don’t think about sitting, you just do it. We-go-through-this-every- single-weekend.”

I turned around and allowed myself to sit on the edge of the couch and keep my back stiff. Both the boys grabbed a shoulder each and pushed me back into my seat properly then, and I gasped at the sudden contact. They were completely unaware, I thought, of how I was feeling in this moment. Between the serotonin, oxytocin and sheer edginess of my own disposition, I desperately wanted this moment to last forever.

Malax, who I adored dearly, was an all knowing master to my every secret. He knew, for example, that simply by running his fingers though my hair I would close my eyes and all the tension would dissipate. He knew that the words, “good girl,” would leave me blushing at the satisfaction of his approval. He knew that nothing made me happier than the affections of my closest friends.

Most secretly, however, he knew my biggest weakness.

I didn’t dare utter what my weakness was. The T word, I would refer to it as always, because truthfully the word had so much power over me. If I would say this word, then I feared people would see the blush in my cheeks and figure out the secret. I feared they would embarrass me, tease me, and decide I was silly and weak. Yet, I also longed to be embarrassed, teased and weak. I wanted to disappear into my desires and be freed from the anxiety that riddled me so.

I spent time highlighting paragraphs in self-help books, colour-coding my homework, working into the dead of the night. My anxiety levels increasing and decreasing depending on simple daily events; I felt exhausted. I didn’t enjoy the label anxiety disorder either. I was anxious, but it was necessary to my professional drive. I was in control, I was all powerful- and then- I would halt because of a simple word.

The T word.

I felt the thighs of Malax and Aiden warming each of my legs on either side. I closed my eyes to allow this. So you might ask; was I intending on making a move on Malax or Aiden? Did I have a fetish for three-ways? After all, “three-way” was a phrase that began with a T… and who was to deny Malax and Aiden if they advanced?

Yet, no, I loved my friendships deeply. I knew I was utterly devoted to them forever. Yet, I especially loved their lips. Malax’s were so soft and pink and I imagined in this moment, between the two men, sliding my tongue between Malax’s lips and begging in this gesture. Aiden had a brilliant smile- so warming and cheerful; I could not deny my indulgence in him either.

Tongue; tongues started with a T. My mind travelled between Malax and Aiden; Aiden who often poked out his tongue and flicked it around suggestively- as a joke- and yet suggestively nonetheless, seemed to have quite a rhythm for this movement. I thought then of Malax’s hands holding me down, as Aiden’s tongue protruded in my most intimate areas-

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I jolted as Aiden shouted with his hand out to the television, “What’s that guy thinking? There is clearly a killer in there!” Malax chuckled at the comment and I placed a hand tentatively to my chest area, allowing my fingers to travel up to the back of my neck, and rub apprehensively.

Anxiety. That was not a word that started with T, but it was certainly a word that plagued me day and night. Guilt seeped across my skin as I looked down at my feet, which I swung gingerly back and forth over the couch’s edge, because I was aroused. I was aroused and it felt good. Those were my states, it seemed, I was either anxious or I was aroused- and I was tired of being anxious, I was.

My heart raced either to the beat of fear or the beat of an ever burning fire that tingled across my skin and left me blushing against its heat. I knew it was wrong, to feel only between these two states, and the implications it would hold in the face of friendships. Relationships I would never betray; I pledge my body as faithfulness and beg for forgiveness ardahan escort of my mind.

I allowed my eyes to peek over at Aiden, as he exclaimed again, in his warm rounded voice that the killer was hiding behind the benches. His voice left me feeling nothing but a yearning to listen, because it was so warm and so gentle, it soothed. I understood this to mean attraction- I was attracted to my friend. I was often attracted to my friends. I realized also, that this was wrong.

Aiden caught my eye and winked. I bit my lip and turned back to the screen, while sinking further into the couch. I felt so happy in this time, because I felt cared for and loved. Malax reached out to play with my hair, and my eyes closed naturally to allow him in this moment to ease my tensions. Aiden coughed gently, pointedly even, and I opened my eyes to look in his direction.

“You know you want to, come on,” he said, while patting his thighs gently. I looked at Malax, as I often did, for approval.

“Don’t look at me, sit how you want,” he said with a smile, and so I allowed myself this one tiny pleasure; to rest my head on Malax’s lap, and my legs across Aiden’s. Now Aiden placed his hands over my shins fixedly, and Malax continued to caress the skin of the back of my neck. I was secretly feeling the height of comfort and arousal, and dared not let anyone know it.

Aiden was not one to act out of turn and touch a woman in a way she did not desire, and I respected this greatly because I did not wish for temptations to plague me. It was safer to be aroused without the pursuit of things that would destroy the basic structure of our relationships. It was safer than to be pursued, and then need a hasty defence- a lust lawyer to salvage whatever is left of your friendships.

“Tickle torture!” My ears heard the words as though someone had thrown the dart at the centre of my eardrum. My legs tensed, bending slightly from their relaxed state, and I looked at Aiden to see if he had noticed. The TV show they were watching was not about serial killers, no, this episode was specifically about a tickle fetishist. Tickle. Tickling. Making his victims squirm until their central nervous systems became overwhelmed.

Malax looked down at me and grinned knowingly, a glint in his eye and he stifled a laugh at my vulnerable response. I felt a tingle of sensation around my pussy, as it clenched involuntarily, while the T word was repeated several times in this single scene. My toes curled in their blue socks, and Aiden looked at me with a playful expression I both hoped and feared was the indicator of a cunning plan.

“You know,” Aiden turned to me carefully, his brown eyes softly observing me, “I once had this girlfriend who was incredibly ticklish. I mean, I tickled her really, really well.” I gulped.

“Yeah?” Malax grinned in my direction, “interesting story.”

Of course, naturally at this point, I sat up stiffly and considered leaving the room. Shame filled my cheeks as I realised I was a bad-bad person for feeling such a wrong lust. How horrible I was, to desire so intensely… the affections of not one- but two people at once. I found myself nestled against the edge of the coffee table, staring at the floor, and clenching my knees awkwardly.

“It is interesting,” Aiden began, “she very nearly peed her pants.”

“That’s disgusting Aid,” Malax responded, placing his hand against my back. I jumped a little and then relaxed again, “but if that’s what you’re into.”

“Ha-ha-ha,” Aiden sounded sarcastically, “actually last time I checked, you were the one into weird-ass shit.”

I considered this phrasing for a moment. It was interesting because, while Malax knew all of my personal secrets, I did not know all of his. I knew very few things- except for that these two boys loved their classical music. They would spend hours practicing their favourite instrument; the piano. Every day they would play runs of scales up and down the grand piano in their home. They lived together- and I would visit them every weekend- but I did not know what they did during the weeks.

I had only known these two boys for the last six months. However, in my loneliness, I fell head first into their metaphorical embrace. They often poked fun at me, for one thing or another; however, I had never felt as safe as I did in the moments where I was with them. Malax and Aiden; the most amazing friends I had ever had.

“I’m not the one tickling my one-night-stands until they pee all over my bed Aiden,” Malax prodded my side- making me jolt upright- and gasp, “you gotta get a new hobby.”

“Actually,” Aiden began, “I feel like tickling is possibly the best exercise for my fingers outside of actually playing the piano. After that week I spent with Natalia… I won the silver medal in Handley’s Piano Academy.”

I listened to them go on, and on. Only Malax realizing that with each and every phrasing of the word, the adıyaman escort word I could never utter… my whole body became primed for arousing attack. I crept further and further to the edge of the couch, tempting myself to fall onto the floor in an effort to withstand what would normally produce some heavy breathing and fluster-filled expressions.

“Really?” Malax exclaimed, “you tickled your way into a silver medal?” He clasped my shoulder and pulled my whole body back onto the couch. They spoke over me like this often, while I would fall asleep smiling to myself about the lucky break I had received in earning their company. My silence was not abnormal, but Malax knew better of it this particular time.

“Yes,” Aiden looked down at me and winked, “so you better watch out!”

I gulped and moved to stand up and exit the room. I made it about two centimetres off the back of the couch before both boys pulled me back down. I frowned at this moment, noting that something was strange about their advance. All eyes on me; I bit my lip and looked across the room.

“I thought you would both want to go rehearse in the back room, I could watch,” I suggested helplessly.

“We do need the practice,” Malax smoothed my hair with his palm thoughtfully, “but I don’t really feel like getting off this couch- what about you Aiden?” My eyes widened as I stared up at Malax. My chest began to rise and fall as the air filled my lungs in the infamous moments of; surely this isn’t going where I think it is?

“Emma,” Aiden drawled, “how ticklish are you?”

The silence was deafening.

“Come on Aid,” Malax spoke protectively, “She isn’t going to be cool with that kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing?” I spoke nervously.

“Well,” Aiden leaned in to whisper, “Malax and I… we”-

“AIDEN!” He interrupted suddenly, pushing his glasses up his nose, and placing a protective hand onto my knee, “she’s too weak to play with.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening. Beyond the rumble of lust and onslaught of my own heavy breathing- these two boys were discussing my viability as a plaything as though I wasn’t even there; as though I did not have an opinion or right of my own… they continued. I between them, listening to my friends, felt absurd.

-“Emma,” Aiden pinched my chin and forced my eyes to stare deeply into his, “would you like us to play with you?”

More silence from my dent in the couch. What was happening?

“Emma,” Malax interrupted, “he wants to tickle and tease you, if you say yes; you will be expected to become completely vulnerable to us.” I continued to stare into Aiden’s eyes, thinking, listening to my heart beat.

Six months I had been visiting these two boys every weekend. They would feed me, let me sleep on their couch, and they always gave me good advice. Yet here I sat with- Aiden’s hand on my thigh! — and Malax’s breath whispering in my ear, “if you don’t say no soon… I’m afraid we will have to assume you give your consent.”

I felt my body respond without my permission. My eyes closing as their hands began to run over my skin in gentle caresses. My eyes closed to their rhythm, and I felt myself being swept away in their combined scents. First Malax placed his hand firmly against the back of my neck, inspiring in me a gasp, which they both laughed at.

My cheeks had gone red. This was the price of allowing such deviousness to entertain my innermost desires. What could I do but allow their hands to tub, first gently over my inner ribs… then down towards the small of my back. Fingers curling both from the left and right of me, through my hair and over my ears; I bent my knees as though curling myself into their embrace in turn.

Aiden said it first, “we want you to be relaxed,” he tapped my knee suggestively to unwind my anxious form, “almost sedated.”

“I’m not very good at that,” I whispered.

“We know,” Malax reassured, “that’s why we are going to help you. You can have a real surge of dopamine- a hit- of pure happiness.”

Aiden and Malax each took one of my legs to spread them apart. My legs were now hanging over the couch, each one nervously pinned down with legs of their own. Their hands pressed my shoulders against the couch. My breath caught as I heard Aiden say, once more, “You’re going to feel sedated. Obedience is pleasure Emma, just do what we say.”

And how strange it was, to hear these phrases, again and again… sedated… obedience… pleasure… sedated… obedience… pleasure…

“You’re going to be a good girl,” Malax soothed, his five o’clock shadow scratching against my neck seductively. I looked at him with uncertainty, my brow furrowing at the notion; could I be a good girl and allow this to happen? I watched as he reached into his pocket and removed a length of black fabric, Aiden reached out to take one end, and they both moved to blindfold me with it.

“Wait,” I spoke timidly, karabük escort “I’m not sure about this.”

“We won’t hurt you,” Aiden assured, threateningly crawling his fingertips across my thigh, and then back down to my knee. I bit my lip in an effort not to giggle.

“But our friendship,” I gulped, pushing my long brown hair to the side of my neck, watching Aiden’s lips as he responded and hating myself for doing so.

“What about it?” He seemed curious.

Malax cleared his throat, seeming to understand my concerns, and answered for Aiden, “we will always be your friends Emma.”

I gulped again, chewing down on the riskiness of it all; if I ever lost my relationships with Malax and Aiden… I would be so lost. I didn’t want anything to change. I didn’t want to risk the fun relaxing weekends I had grown so reliant on for my happiness. I loved Malax and Aiden, each in their own ways, and I …

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Aiden laughed, “Emma, we aren’t going to fuck you.”

I blushed. “What?” My hands clenched at my sides, “I didn’t think you were going to… do that.” I lied.

“Well,” Malax sighed, “I think you did.”

“So do I Emma,” Aiden shook his head, “this is unacceptable.”

I shuddered at my own stupidity. Of course they weren’t going to be sexual with me! They were going to be playful… but not seductive. They had never mentioned sex, kissing, fingering, fucking. It was all in my head- I pulled at my legs to remove myself, but they would not let me. I attempted to jolt myself away- but even as I pushed with my entire body- neither of them was moveable. They were both incredibly strong.

“Take a deep breath Emma,” Malax began as my heart rate quickened and the humiliation of it all transpired before us, “take a deep, deep breath and let us play with you.”

“I had no idea you wanted us to fuck you,” Aiden tutted, “I thought you just wanted to be tickled.”

I shivered. Yes. I did want that. But-

“Malax?” My jaw tensed, “did you tell Aiden about my”-

“That you desperately want to be tickled?” He finished for me, “Yeah I might have mentioned it.”

“Tickling,” Aiden chimed in, “we will do easily- fucking… you have to beg for. The idea that you just expected sex…”

“No!” I exclaimed breathlessly, “No! I didn’t expect anything. I would never! Please, please don’t think that of me.”

Malax traced a finger across my neck. I bit my lip again. Aiden slid his hand between my thighs and just seconds before making contact he looked over to Malax and said, “Can you believe this girl? As if we would just fuck her.”

“I’m sorry,” I felt myself withdraw in the shame of it all. They both laughed at me, and so I looked down to the ground, letting my thick brown hair cover my blushing cheeks.

“Shhh,” Malax said, “we’re just teasing,” and he and Aiden both placed the blindfold over my eyes. I let them do it. I let them take me toward another room- perhaps their rehearsal space. I wasn’t sure as I ended up on the carpet somewhere in deep-seated confusion. I let them, because I felt so worthless, and so filled with shame.

“Aiden,” I said tentatively, moving my hands up to remove the blindfold- yet my wrists were both captured by strong arms- and I could not tell whose. “Malax… I don’t want you both to think I’m a… like I’m someone who just wants to have sex with you. I never expected you both to sleep with me, please believe me!”

“We believe you kiddo,” Aiden’s voice sounded and I felt a pat on my head.

“We were just playing around,” Malax said, “you’re so easy to wind up.”

“You really do just believe anything we say to you?” Aiden teased while wriggling his fingers underneath my chin. I giggled and tried to turn away, foolishly squealing as I was unable to escape.

“So you don’t think I’m selfish and greedy?” I gasped just as Aiden stopped torturing me, “You don’t think I’m a slut?”

There was a silence. A silence filled with nothing but darkness as my vision was blocked and I lay helplessly pinned to their floor. As the silence deadened me, I felt a gentle caress across my stomach, fingers gliding over the skin, begging me to forget the torments and insecurities… and to just react- with giggles.

I blushed and squirmed in the opposite direction. I was ashamed to be filled with such joy beneath their strong hands and all-seeing gazes. “You’re the greediest girl I’ve ever met,” Aiden spoke sarcastically, jabbing my rib cage and then my neck.

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever met- who wants her friends to use her- like a play toy,” Malax wriggled his fingertips against my toes.

Suddenly, I felt their hands all over my body… wriggling and poking where they shouldn’t be. Holding me still and forcing me into submission, I moaned uncontrollably between gasps and giggles. Again I heard the words … obedience … sedated… pleasure… strangely causing my body to feel all the more vulnerable. The sound of each of their voices filled my ears with perfectly pronounced phrases-

“Is this what you wanted?” one of them said, “to be tickle-fucked?” My pussy clenched at the T word. They kept saying that word in a particular way, allowing it to roll off their tongues easily, knowing the impact it would have on my body.

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It was a beautiful summer day. The mailman just came to Brenda Johnston’s house. She looked through the mail, when she came across a bill from her doctor for her yearly physical. Opening it, she found her insurance didn’t pay any of it, she was refused coverage.

Brenda called the insurance company, after they checked their records; they told her she didn’t have any insurance, as she didn’t pay the premium required. Brenda checked her canceled checks and found she forgot to pay it. She called her doctor and told him her predicament. Brenda couldn’t tell her husband as he will be very angry with her. It’s her responsibility to take care of the bills; she fought with him for about three months before he gave her the check book. She took care of the finances for the family only for the last two months. He did it himself until then. Now she has a very big challenge ahead of her. The doctor told her to swing by at the end of the day today and they can discuss ways to work out payment for the bill.

Brenda was in her late forties. She was a little overweight, with nice skin and brown hair, about five foot four inches, with a forty-four, thirty, thirty-eight figure. She was a very shy lady, but pleasant to converse with, once she got to know you. She never worked outside of the house, until the kids were old enough to attend school, and then she took a job in the school system, so she would be home when her children were. Now the kids are all grown and she works part time, a few days a week for her friends home decorating consulting business as a receptionist typist.

At four-thirty Brenda went to the doctor’s office.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked.

“The doctor told me to come tonight at this time.” said Brenda.

“Do you have an appointment?” asked the Receptionist, as it didn’t show up on the appointment book.

“No,” Brenda told her. “The doctor asked me to come by at the end of the day today, to discuss my bill with him.”

The receptionist called the doctor. He came out as he was done with his patients for the day.

Doctor Mayors had Brenda follow him to his office. They sat down and Brenda told him what had happened.

“I really need the money right now,” said the Doctor.

“Is there some way to pay the bill in installments, as it was over four hundred and fifty dollars, with the testing you did on me?” She asked hopefully.

He thought for a while and said. “The only suggestion I have, other than call your husband is have you be an MTA for the interns here. We need a female MTA. They get paid four hundred dollars a day. The female MTA’s are needed for a week. If you’re willing to do that then, I think we can work it out and you will have extra spending money after you’re first day.”

Brenda would do almost anything, rather than have her husband find out she didn’t pay the health insurance premium. She spent the money intended for the insurance on a new outfit she didn’t need. Brenda agreed, almost before the doctor finished telling her about it.

Then as an afterthought, she asked.” What is a MTA?”

Doctor Mayors said. “An MTA is a Medical Teaching Associate.”

“What am I going to teach the interns?” She asked the doctor.

“I am going to use you as a teaching tool for the interns. You will be given a complete exam, while they observe and then participate. Each will take a turn examining you. Giving you a thorough exam,” said the doctor

She was thinking of backing out presently. Brenda doesn’t like the humiliation of the exam, or the embarrassment of being totally exposed to the doctor, let along a group of interns.

“I am a very shy person I can’t be an MTA for you. Is there any other way to pay off my debt to you?” She said smiling hopefully that they could come to some other arrangement.

The woman who was to be the MTA for the group backed out and the Doctor had to find another woman to fill in this is why he is using a form of blackmail to get Brenda to accept the MTA position.

The doctor said no problem. “I will give you until the end of the week to give me your answer. If you decide not to be my MTA I will call your husband to get paid. I need the money by the end of the month. I need an MTA next week; otherwise I have to call your husband if you decide not to do it.”

After agonizing over the proposition all night the doctor gave her, she called him the following day and told him reluctantly. “I will be an MTA for the interns.”

She had no choice, as she couldn’t come up with the money, without her husband finding out. Brenda told her friend she was working for she has to take off the following week for personal reasons. She had everything set up, but artvin escort she was not ready for what she had to do.

The Doctor told her to go to the medical college lab room one hundred and seventy-five on Monday at eight am.

“You will ask for Professor Martin he will prep you for the exam.” said the doctor.

Brenda had a very stressful weekend. She didn’t like to go to the doctors for her yearly, but now she will have to let a room full of interns examine her. Brenda couldn’t wait to get this over with. She hoped she didn’t know anyone in the group.

Her husband went to work at six thirty each morning, so she got up and took a shower checked her body, shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic area. She didn’t know what she will be told to do today, so she put on a conservative bra and pantie set, with a skirt and blouse, to finish the outfit slip on shoes.

By seven-fifteen am she was ready to go. Brenda was so nervous she was shaking. She was having trouble driving she was so scared of what she would have to do today. It took her longer than normal to arrive at the medical wing of the college, as she drove slower than usual, there was more traffic today it was earlier than when she goes downtown later in the day. She found the lab at about five minutes to eight. The door wasn’t opened yet, so she waited outside.

The Professor, a man of about fifty-five years old showed up at exactly eight am. He looked at Brenda and walked by her. He opened the lab door and went in. Brenda went in the room in back of the man.

The Professor turned around and said. “Can I help you?”

She said. “I am the MTA for the week.”

The Professor said. “I was expecting a younger woman, but it would be great to have someone older for the interns to examine.”

He said. “You’re old enough to be each of the interns mother.”

She really didn’t like this and was embarrassed to have someone her sons age examine her. Now thinking of the last statement it really upset her. She can feel the humiliation rising up thinking of young men as old as her son examining her. What will they think of her?

The Professor had her follow him into a room that turned out to be an exam room.

“Do you shave your pubic area?” He asked her.

“No, why?” she stuttered very embarrassed.

He told her. “Please remove all your clothes I will have to prep you then.”

“What do you mean by prepping me?” She stuttered feeling her face turning red with embarrassment.

He explained. “I am going to shave your vaginal area today, only leaving a little hair on your mound.”

She asked. “Where can I undress?”

He said. “You can go across the hall to the ladies room, but then you will be naked coming across the hall or you can undress in this room.”

Brenda asked, “Where is the exam gown?”

The professor said. “I can give you a gown, but you will have to take it off for the prepping anyway.”

She heaved a sigh of resignation and started to remove her clothes. She was down to her bra and panties. She turned very red she reached behind her and unhooked her bra she let it fall down her arms. She put one arm across her breasts, as she put the bra on the pile of her clothes. The hardest part was yet to come she turned her back to the professor and hooked her thumbs in the side of her panties. She slid them down her legs to the ground. When she bent over to retrieve her panties, she didn’t realize she gave the professor a great view of her flower of life and brown star from the rear. She walked to the exam table and tried to cover her body the best she could with her hands.

Brenda went to the exam table as she was instructed by the Professor. He had her get on her back and put her feet in the stirrups. At this point she has no modestly left and by the end of the day she will have many young men looking at her intimate being. She shivered at the thought.

“This is the most humiliating and exposed position any woman can be in.” she thought.

The Professor spread her wide, and stood between her legs, so he could shave her pubic area. The procedure embarrassed her greatly, not only she will be exposed to young men who are her children’s age, but she will have her pussy shaved. She has never been shaved in her life. What will Brenda to tell her husband?

The Professor used scissors to trim her first, and then he put shaving cream around her lower lips and began to shave her. He rubbed her clit as he shaved her, before long she was very aroused. This caused her more embarrassment. The Professor inserted his fingers in her pussy to hold her lips while he shaved her. She was on the verge of an orgasm aydın escort when he finished.

He had her stand up and face the exam table. The Professor told her to bend over and lay on the exam table. He spread her buttocks and checked to see if he needed to shave her backside around her brown star. She did need to have hair removed, so he lathered her. She could feel the cold air on her pussy and back door a testament to the fact she is wide open and exposed to this man she just met as he shaved her. The professor put on some lotion to eliminate the razor burn on all the shaved areas. He told her to put on her skirt and blouse, but leave off her panties and bra. She did this and felt naked. The skirt was short, so she had to watch the way she sat down.

The interns started to enter the room. Most were in their middle twenties. The Professor introduced Brenda to the group telling them she was to be their MTA for the week. Each one of them introduced themselves to her. There were fifteen young men. She was very scared presently. She wondered what they would think of her. The class was about to start and in came one more young man. Brenda didn’t see him come in, she had her back to him, as she nervously talked with a few of the young men in the front of the room to take her mind off her coming humiliation.

The Professor said. “Glad you could make it Bobby.”

Bobby explained. “I had to give some information to a doctor before I could come to this class.”

Brenda turned around and found out; to her dismay the young man was one of her sons’ grade school friends. Bobby had moved with his parents in sixth grade out of the area. She didn’t know he went to medical school, as her son had lost touch with him. Brenda couldn’t believe this. She hopes he doesn’t recognize her. Brenda didn’t say anything to the young man. In hopes he didn’t recognize her.

Professor Martin called the class to order just as Dr. Mayors entered the room carrying a large case with him. He told one of the interns to go to the car and get his medical bag. The Intern came back with it. He helped the Doctor set up the equipment he brought in.

Brenda looked at the equipment, but she didn’t know what it is. She asked the Professor, “What are you setting up?”

He told her, “It is a camera to see into a woman to her cervix. It sends an image to the monitor in real time.”

She shuttered to think this was going to be done to her in a short while in front of all these young men including her sons’ boyhood friend. She didn’t know if she could go through with the procedure.

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Everything was ready and The Professor introduced Dr. Mayors as the authority on OBGYN exams.

Dr. Mayors said, “Thank you Brenda for consenting to be a MTA for the next week. Today we are going to concentrate on the interior of the vagina using this instrument.” He held up what looked like a dildo with light on it. “This is inserted into the vagina to see to the cervix.”

For the next fifteen minutes he talked about the use of the instrument and what can be accomplished with it. Then he called to Brenda to come to the front of the room, so he could demonstrate it.

She walked down as if she was going to be punished for something. She hadn’t sat down as she didn’t want to let anyone know she wasn’t wearing any panties.

The doctor said, “Please mount the exam table.”

She did and waited for the dreaded words. Which didn’t come instead the doctor took each of her feet and helped her put them in the stirrups and then stated, “The skirt is in the way.” He unzipped it and had her lift up to remove it.

She was in the most exposed position a woman can be in and she was in front of sixteen young men, a professor she just met and her doctor. Brenda was very humiliated, but she was getting moist to her embarrassment.

Becoming aroused during the exam is embarrassing her more than her exposure to the group. How come she is becoming excited in this situation? She didn’t believe this could turn her on so much, but it is. The Doctor looked at her flower of life and noticed she was excited, her pussy lips are engorged, and he could smell her arrousal.

The doctor noting how excited Brenda was wanted to see if she would comply with his next instruction, “I think for the rest of this demonstration the MTA should be completely nude to see how this procedure affects the body.”

Reluctantly Brenda let the doctor unbutton her top and she sat up so he could remove it. Now she was completely naked in front of the group. Everyone could see how turned on the older woman was her pussy was leaking, her nipples hard, her pussy lips were engorged balıkesir escort and the smell of a turned on woman permeated the room, if you missed the other signs the fragrance of excited pussy is unmistakable and causes males close by to become excited by an excited woman’s scent. Brenda looked around at all the men and realized they were all pitching tents in their pants. She became less embarrassed and more excited she could turn on young men at her age.

The Doctor took the round head of the camera with light on it and inserted it in her womanhood. You could see the interior just like you were in there. Everyone could see her very intimate area now. She was becoming more excited by the minute. Brenda was spreading her legs wider.

She loved the feel of the instrument, it was so hard. “OOOOOOOOOOOOH,” she moaned as the doctor was moving the instrument around in her pussy to show the group assembled all her intimate features not normally see by even her husband. He pumped the fake cock in her under the pretense of teaching his charges the geography of a woman’s man sleeve, when in reality he is was trying to get the mature woman off in front of the group

The Doctor had all the interns come up one at a time and use the instrument on Brenda. Some were very gentle with her instrument in her womanhood, others needed more practice to master the camera.

When Bobby came up he said, “Hi, do you remember me?”

She was mortified he was talking to her about the times he was at her house and he was also using the instrument on her at the same time. He was standing between her legs looking at her pussy as he conversed with her.

He whispered to her, “I would dream about you when I was younger. Now I am seeing the interior of your woman hood.” as he moved the imitation dick in and out of her pussy.

She was very close to an orgasm. There were two more students after Bobby. The last one set her off she stiffened up and had the most powerful orgasm she has ever had. Brenda screamed and passed out. The interns thought they did something wrong, even worse they hurt her flower of life.

The doctor laughed and said, “She just had an orgasm”.

This made Brenda wish she could disappear. She couldn’t believe this is happening to her. The Doctor made her stay on the exam table spread for another twenty minutes as the interns were asking questions. He would use her pussy when answering the questions. He kept his fingers in her for most of the remaining time, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her to keep her on the edge of orgasm, but never bringing her over the top. The Doctor was causally rubbing her clitoris as he answered questions. She was close to coming again by the time the question and answer period was complete.

The doctor said, “Brenda, you can get off the table now.”

Thinking the class was over she jumped off the table, but to her dismay they were not finished yet.

The doctor said, “Brenda face the exam table put your elbows on it and spread your legs, so we can use the cam on your rectal opening.”

Mortified Brenda turned and did as instructed, a smaller head was fitted to the instrument, but when the doctor started to insert it after he used a large quantity of lubricant she screamed. “You’re hurting me please go slow.”

The doctor slowed down as he pushed the instrument into her she felt like she had a log in her brown star. It felt like four hours, but the demonstration was over within five minutes. He didn’t have any of the interns use the instrument on her back door, as it was painful to her. Brenda is not accustomed to have anything in there she was an anal virgin before today.

“Thanks, Brenda we are done for today, your bill with me is paid. The remainder of the money you make will be yours.” Said the doctor

The embarrassed older woman stood up, the group has seen everything she has, and this freed her of her modesty, so she stayed to talk to the interns. Bobby talked about old times. He told Brenda he knew she was a hot lady, the comment made her turn red. They all thanked her and the Doctor told her to be at the Exam room the next day at eight am, but you better put on some clothes before you leave here. Brenda looked down and realized she didn’t have any clothes on. She dressed while they all watched her. She was getting excited again. They all followed her out to her car. They all stood there and watched her, as she drove away.

She was wondering what the next day will be like. Brenda decided she liked to be a Medical Teaching Associate for the young men and the money was better than what she was making on her present job. If all goes well this week she may volunteer to be an MTA again.

Tomorrow she will be there again. But the exam the next day is another story. If you would like to hear about it send me an email, if enough people email me I will write the next day’s story

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This story is fiction based on a fantasy.

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After I’ve ridden your saddle, you tell me that you think I’m ready to be ridden for real.

You remove me from the saddle and place a medium size plug in me, which is held securely in place by the harness that I have on. It’s a leather jock type that allows my cock to be strapped to my stomach by two leather buckles. My hands are bound behind me to the strap as well.

You wear a black full-length leather coat as you lead me, naked, by my bit to the stables. The coolness of the evening makes my nipples burn even harder from the clamps you’ve placed on them.

You lead me into a special stall at the end of the barn. You remove your coat to reveal your naked body. Your hair is pulled up with a leather choker, and matching bracelets on each wrist. You have a silver chain that is attached to each nipple ring, which then runs down to your clit hood ring. You are taller than me due to your 5″ strapped heels. In your hand is a riding crop.

You look me up and down and see that I am shaking from the excitement and anticipation of what is going to take place. You give my ass several hard blows with the crop; all I can do is bite down on the bit. You turn me around and see the pre-cum oozing out of my cock; you rub the crop on it and then rub in on my lips. You smile and tell me to get down on my knees. You remove the bit from my mouth and tell me that you have a friend that I need to meet. You return a few minutes later leading a small black stallion.

As you tether him to a rail, he must know what this place is because his cock slides out from its sheath. You walk around and lean over, gently stroking his now growing cock. It looks almost like a tube with the exception of a small head. As you stroke, it continues to grow in length to about 14.” While not too thick, it is still about 3″ in girth.

You tell me to come to you and I do, on my knees. kastamonu escort You slide your hand down the shaft to the tip, and squeeze it. I am shocked by the amount of pre-cum that oozes out. You let it fall into your hand and then you bring it up to your lips. You then tilt your head back and with one swallow, it’s gone. You lick your lips and say how good it tastes.

Then with your hand you place it on the back of my head and force me down to your other hand holding his head. You say, “Open your mouth.” I do, as you guide the massive member into my mouth. It is both hot and soft as I take as much as I can. The stallion shifts a bit, and I can feel him get harder. You then force my head back and forth with your other hand on him. Each time you force me to take a little more, telling me what a good job I’m doing. As I relax my throat I can get about 5 or 6 inches down. After a few minutes you tell me to service his entire shaft. I do as I’m told, licking up and down the black shaft on all sides.

You then tell me to stop and stand up. I do and you free my hands and place my bit back in my mouth. You then remove a cover from a wooden piece of equipment that has gears for raising and lowering and a platform over the top, along with straps and cuffs.

You guide me to it and tell me to kneel under the platform. I do so and you then cuff my legs so that they expose and open me. My hands are placed in cuffs so that my arms are stretched out. The platform on top is to protect me and covers me down to my lower back.

You grab the reins of the stallion, and from his sounds, he knows what is going to happen, so you spend a few minutes calming him down. The anticipation of this drives me crazy. You then give him the command of, “Up!” He places his front legs on the platform over me. He is excited and I can kayseri escort feel his cock slap up against my thighs and ass.

Again you settle him down. You tell me that I won’t be needing it for a few minutes, so you remove my plug.

I feel a large amount of lube being applied to my ass as you talk to the stallion and say to him, “Here let me lube you up too baby.” Then you rotate the crank on the machine to raise me up. You say, “There now, that should be the right height for you.”

You slap me hard on the ass and say, “Present!” I have been trained well, so I arch my back and stick my ass out. You say, “That’s better.” I then feel the soft, hot head press up against my greased asshole. You slap me again and say, “Open!” Again I do as I’m told and slowly my hole opens. You slowly guide him into me. He is huge and I am short of breath as you inch him into me. Once he is past my ring you slap me on the ass hard and say, “Take him, take all of him!” I relax as the initial pain leads to pleasure. I know this pleases you to see my like this, so I bite on my bit and push my ass up higher.

You respond with “Good boy” and for a minute I don’t know if you are talking to him or me. After what seems like an eternity you tell me, “Very good, you have him all the way inside you.” It feels like my guts have been mashed inside of me as you tell him to be still. I then hear the sound and see the flash of the digital camera as you begin to take pictures. You tell me, “These will look good on the website.”

You then start to ease the stallion in and out of me. He lets you do this for a few minutes, till he gets a rhythm. Then he starts on his own. The feeling is unlike any before, like my insides are in a churn. You coach him on saying, “That’s it baby, give it to him, give it all to him!” His naying is getting kıbrıs escort louder and I can feel him getting harder inside of me.

You then ask me, “Are you ready? Are you ready for this pony boy?” I nod up and down, yes, but not really sure.

Then it happens, he explodes in my ass. The feeling is like a hot enema! Spasm after spasm as he shoots his sperm deep into my bowels. I bite down on the bit and attempt to catch my breath. It feels like he has shot a gallon into me.

After he has finished he instinctively pushes away and pulls out of me with a pop. Before I can even recover you place the plug back in my quivering ass. As you release me from the mount you can see underneath me a small puddle. You turn me around and see that I have cum on my harness. What is amazing is that I didn’t even realize I had done it!

You tether the stallion and then tell me to get on my knees and “Clean it up.” You secure my hands behind my back as I get on my knees and lap my cum off the concrete floor. You tell me to be done by the time you get back and then you lead the stallion out of the stall.

When you come back you sit on the wooden stud box. You say to me, “Come here pony boy.” I crawl over to your exposed sex. You look down and say, “My, my you look so good getting fucked, and just thinking of you with all that hot cum in your ass has made your mistress very horny. In fact I’ll forgive you for messing yourself if you make me cum.” I begin to lick and kiss your pussy, gently pulling on your chained ring. You force my head into your sex, and I start to tongue fuck you and you grab the back of my head. Then you stop me and say, “Put your tongue on my hole and open your mouth!” I do, and a second later you let out a howl and looking down at me through clenched teeth, you say, “Drink me!” Your pussy spasms and a flood of your cum shoots into my mouth and all over my face. You do this several times and the sticky fluid shoots and sprays on me.

Once you regain your composure, you put your coat back on, grab my lead and we head back to the house. As we walk you say, “Let’s go in and see how much cum my pony boy has in that ass.” I know that my evening is not over yet.

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The Diane portion of the story is essentially as it happened. The Mary portion has happened many times…in my imagination.

“So what was the kinkiest thing you ever did,” asked the woman sitting in seat 12B. 12A felt a sudden surge of blood to his groin.

My name is Brian and I occupied 12A on what seemed like an endless flight from NYC to Chicago. It was then that I met Mary.

I have a theory that a woman’s name signals how she looks. Before you say that my theory is nuts, have you ever met a drop-dead gorgeous Greta. Forget it. Or how about a butt-ugly Allison. No way. Allisons don’t come ugly let alone butt ugly. Well, in keeping with this theory I swear that every Mary I have ever met has been attractive…that’s code for nice looking but not gorgeous…and every Mary I ever met I liked. This Mary, the one in seat 12B, was no different. She had dark hair…absolutely her natural color, which is a big-time plus in my book…and she wore it in a style that shouted business by day, but whispered “take me out for drinks and let’s see what happens” as soon as the sun goes down. This Mary, as with all the other Marys I had ever met, had a nice figure, but it wasn’t remarkable in any particular way. Nice breasts…maybe a B cup after being in the dryer a few times…nice legs and a nice rear end. Yes indeed, the Mary in 12B was nice.

Did I mention that the flight took forever? Well, after we consumed all the available reading material without saying more than a couple of words to one another, she asked me what I did for a living. I told her I was an advertising copywriter. She, on the other hand, was in the book publishing business so it gave us something in common to work with. And did it ever. “I’ll bet you never read one of our books,” she said. There was so much confidence in her voice that I thought it was probably true. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why.”

“I edit trashy romance novels. You’re not exactly our target audience,” she said, assuredly, making it sound more like a compliment than a fact. I picked up the ball and thanked her for assigning me to a loftier status than her customers, adding that maybe I didn’t deserve it.

“Hmmm, maybe you don’t,” she said smiling devilishly. “Some of the stuff we’ve been publishing lately has been getting a little out there. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, maybe you’d like some of it. “I’ll give you a test. What’s the kinkiest thing you ever did?”

Not completely believing what I heard from seat 12B, I sat in 12A like an idiot, while my interrogator gloried in my discomfort. Finally, gathering myself and realizing that there might be a hell of a night ahead if I play my cards right, I took her bait.

“So, you want to know the kinkiest thing I ever did, huh?”

Well, I’m reluctant to tell you because it is a bit weird … but I will. Mary, this is nothing that I would have ever confessed a desire to do, though it sure worked when it happened, and nothing similar has happened since, so here goes…

Diane and I dated for about a year after my first marriage hit the rocks. Actually, she had been a customer of mine for years. We always connected as friends and she was the type I had always fallen for. She was preppy without being stiff … you know, the Catholic School type … and she didn’t have a pretentious bone in her kırklareli escort body despite the fact that she was very bright, and held a position in her firm that was usually occupied by someone many years her senior.

Diane was cute, and she had a perkiness that was infectious. Whenever I was with her I often wondered if it was possible NOT to like her. But the really curious thing about Diane was that, without trying to, she exuded a sexuality that was completely unforced and unmistakable to any male who came into contact with her. This was despite her quite-small breasts and her not-quite-so-small hips. But Diane had what it took to get a man’s attention … her quiet, unforced attractiveness, her obvious intelligence and the outstanding success she had achieved so early in her professional life. And Diane sure got my attention. That isn’t to say that I hit on her or anything like that, but I thought about it … it’s that male lust thing … but, as any business-person knows, it’s not a good idea to mess around with customers. Especially good ones.

Well, all that changed after we went to the U.S. Open at Forest Hills, then to dinner, and later to a really funky bar. It was there that a little drinking turned into a little more drinking and, as time went on, it became obvious to both of us that the evening was not going to end at her front door; we were enjoying one another’s company far too much to see it end. And it didn’t.

Over the course of the next year we spent a lot time together. She had an apartment in Manhattan, and I had one just outside the city. Depending on our schedules she would either stay at my place or me at hers. We had a wonderful time together.

One evening I arrived at her place after having dinner with a client. After saying hi and playing at little touchy-feely at the door, I went into the bedroom to change clothes. On the bed was a new, unopened syringe bag. I thought that maybe she had a vaginal infection, but since I hung out there quite frequently, I would have noticed. So I carried it into the living room where she sat watching TV. How come you bought this, Di? I asked. She said she hadn’t felt that that great lately, adding that it was probably all the traveling she had been doing. She said that her mother, who did more than a little traveling herself, suggested that an enema might help.

By way of background, Diane had clients in both Chicago and on the West Coast. She often claimed that flying, eating at strange hours and indulging in cuisine that was often rich and difficult to digest clogged up her system. I never paid much attention to it because every woman I ever knew seemed to have similar complaints.

Then, she hit me with a zinger. She asked me if I knew anything about enemas because she didn’t. The only kind she had ever had was a Fleet and, since she felt really crummy, believed that she needed more than that.

I told her that my experience was primarily limited to being on the receiving end of a few childhood enemas … in my Irish-Catholic family an enema was seen as the cure for everything from an upset stomach to falling hair … but that on one occasion I had given myself a couple of enemas as part of a prep routine for a lower GI. Accepting that as enough experience … at least is afyon escort was more than she had … she asked if I would help her. With a combination of compassion, curiosity and a mysteriously erotic buzz about the whole thing I said that I would be happy to do so.

As the evening wore on, and thinking about what Diane and I were going to do, I recalled something that happened in fifth grade. I was always a bit of a cutup in school, loving to get a laugh from my classmates which, according to my teacher, and attested to by the many notes that were sent home to my mother, I did far too often. Well, one day I was told to stand in the hall along with a class mate named Betty Jean, a female version of me. It wasn’t a good idea to have both of us in the same class and we proved that often enough. So, as we cooled our heels in the hall, we got to talking and the subject of playing doctor came up. She told me that she had recently done it with a cousin. So, one thing led to another and we went to her house after school. She was an only child and her mom was at work so we had access to everything in the bathroom … things like her mom’s douche and enema bag, along with the associated tips that came with it. So we played…

I mention it now because the more I thought about the fun Betty Jean and I had in the bathroom, the greater the anticipation I felt about giving Diane an enema. Man, this is weird, I thought at the time; a childhood memory fueling an interest in adult games.

After a couple of hours of relaxing and a few glasses of wine, the time had come. Diane broke the ice: “I’ve been sitting here watching TV, but all I keep thinking about is you giving me an enema. How strange is that?” she asked. “Not so strange,” I responded, laughing. “Thanks to Betty Jean, I’ve been thinking about it, too.” Before she could ask, I told her, smiling, that I’d tell her about Betty Jean after we finished.

As Diane got up from her chair, she got technical: “Brian, tell me this isn’t going to make me crampy.” I told her that she should control the water going in, and that I would massage her tummy so that it would flow more easily. Also, I made sure to tell here that there was no time limit, and that slow was what it was all about. It really sounded like I knew what I was talking about.

Comforted, Diane spread some plush towels on the floor of the bathroom, lit a candle, and poured the both of us another glass of wine. She asked me to set up the enema bag, while she removed her robe and panties. When I hung the full bag from the doorknob it looked positively scary…more like a blimp than two quarts of water encased in red rubber … and I could see the “do I really want to do this” look sweep across her face. Then, playfully, she wondered out loud if she was going to be the first person to explode taking an enema. Looking at her petite body I kind of wondered that, too, but we pressed on…

After putting some lubrication on my finger, I put it against her anus and gently eased it into her. We had done this kind of thing many times as part of our sex play, but this seemed so different. I moved my finger around inside her rectum for maybe 30 seconds, I whispered that I could tell why she needed an enema. Embarrassed, but still enjoying the feeling of my finger as it moved amasya escort deeply within her, she nearly came to orgasm. After a quiet moment or two, as her sexual tension was gradually replaced by a look of exploration and excitement, she rolled onto her back, and pulled her knees up so I could insert the enema nozzle. With Diane pinching the hose, I undid the clip and began massaging her tummy. She told me she could feel the water going into her and that it felt very good.

Mary, it was then when the whole experience took on a completely unexpected life of its own. The sensual feeling of having her bowels filled must have triggered some sort of dirty-girl sexuality that was taking her to places she had never been … nor dreamed about. She moved her thighs far apart so I could plainly see the black nozzle disappearing into her anus. Her vaginal lips, open and inviting and dripping wet, pleaded for my kisses. Surrendering to her, my tongue licked and my mouth sucked and her wetness filled my mouth as I played with the nozzle, just as I had done with Betty Jean so many years earlier, gently, so gently, from side to side and up and down and in and out.

The next so many minutes … we had both lost track of time … was a roller coaster of forbidden sexual and sensual emotion. As Diane’s bowels continued to be filled with warm water and as my tongue licked and probed and played, she, time after time, retreated from the brink sensing that sexual relief, together with the building pressure in her bowels, would have made it impossible to hold back the inevitable. Then, as she dangerously edged up to another peak, she quietly but firmly told me that she needed to get to the toilet. As I helped her up she asked if I would bring her to orgasm while sat on the toilet. I put two fingers of one hand deep inside her vagina, while fingers of my other hand circled her incredibly swollen clitoris. In seconds she exploded in a release that I swear involved every nerve ending in her body. As she trembled and as moans rose from deep within her she experienced what was nothing less than complete capitulation. Gradually, as she regained control of herself, I pulled away gently while wrapping her in her robe and the plush towels from the floor. Later, instead of making love, we held each other very close, feeling our bodies against one another and wishing time would stand still.

The story done, 12A and 12B sat quietly, looking at one another, wondering what to say. “Well, Mary, what do you think? Was it kinky enough?”

A much smaller, weaker sounding voice answered than had belonged to 12B before my story began. “I’m sorry, Brian. Just give me a minute to collect myself.”

Frightened that I had scared Mary off, I started to apologize for going too far when she stopped me. “Please, Brian, don’t take my reaction as negative. I had never heard a story like that, and you told it in such a loving way … well, it was quite something to hear.” As she finished saying that a smile came over her face. Sheepishly, I smiled back, asking if maybe we could have dinner that evening.

After a momentary pause, which seemed like forever, her eyes connected with mine and, as she extended her hand to gently touch my arm, declined my invitation. I couldn’t hide my disappointment. It was immediate and painfully obvious, confessing the affection that I had developed for this virtual stranger in seat 12b. Her hand slid slowly down my arm until our hands met, her fingers closing, almost imperceptibly, around mine. “Brian, I really would like to have dinner but there have been too many dinners lately, and my tummy has been a little out of sorts…”

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