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April prepared a big dinner and the family ate together–
something they usually did only on Sundays Terry was excited
because she made the state finals on her school swim team Charlie
was obviously feeling the strain of April’s demands He was unable
to look at Terry After dinner, April took him aside She said,
“Charlie, I’m letting you off the hook Forget what I said about
fingering Terry I’m giving up on you I’ll find someone with a
real dick to fuck her.”

Relief flooded over him He was so relieved, he did not
immediately register the second part A frown slowly formed He
said, “Oh, April How can you? She’s our daughter (more…)

Doctor Walters came into the office early that Monday
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reserved, and stayed out of his way while he worked.
He sat down at her desk and reached for a magazine I’ve
gotta get some new ones in here, he thought to himself as he
flipped through a ten year old copy of National Geographic He
took a sip of coffee and realized that he had left the morning paper
in his car He stood up and walked to the door Upon opening it, he
nearly ran over a blonde woman who was hold her cheek.
“I’m terribly sorry, are you okay?” he said helping her to her
feet.
“Uh-huh,” she said nodding a bit “Are you the dentist?”
“Yes I am, are you here for a checkup?” he said opening the
door and letting her in.
“I’m sorry to come in without an appointment, but I’m really
hurting I need to get this done right away I’m Cheryl Morgan”
Dr Walters smiled and showed her into his office He lead
her into the middle of the room and sat her down in the black
leather dentist chair She sat back and relaxed as best she could,
grimacing as she opened wide for him He gave her mouth a once
over and then proceeded to prepare for a more thorough check up,
washing his hands vigorously and disinfecting his equipment He
poked at her back molar with a scraping tool and Cheryl nearly
jumped out of the seat in pain.
“You’ve got a really bad tooth there Luckily you can still
feel it, you won’t need a root canal,” he said “But I will have to
work on it today.”
“Could you? I really appreciate it It’s been affecting my
work I haven’t even been able to smile”
“You smile for a living?”
Cheryl coyly nodded “I’m a model Or at least, an aspiring
one I’ve only been in LA a few months and just joined an agency
This is my first real break and I don’t want to blow it.”
Dr Walters smiled “We’ll fix you right up” He took his
thermometer and checked her temperature After deciding that she
would be okay, he spoke again.
“Cheryl, this may hurt you more than I you’d like, so I’m
going to administer some anesthesia for you You’ll probably feel
really sleepy and then fall asleep, but then I’ll be able to fix your
tooth much easier Okay?”
Cheryl nodded “Oh good, I won’t feel anything As you’ve
seen, I’ve got a low pain threshold.”
Dr Walters smiled and placed the mask over her nose and
mouth “Okay, deep breaths Cheryl, let the gas do it’s work” He
watched her chest rise and fall and looked into her eyes, they went
from bright and sparkled, to flat and glazed over He didn’t realize
at first that she had fallen asleep with her eyes slightly open It was
a little frightening at first, she looked like she had died But her
pulse rate and breathing were steady He removed the gas mask
and started working on her tooth…

An hour later, he began putting his things away and
washing up The procedure was much simpler than he first
thought He had given her enough anesthesia to put her out for at
least another four hours He stood up and looked at her face He
wasn’t surprised that she was a model Cheryl Morgan was a
stunning woman Her long blond hair flowed about her shoulders
Her lips were full and slightly pouty Her blue eyes were piercing
through him even at their glazed over state His age concerned her
She didn’t look a day over sixteen Her body still looked like it
hadn’t fully matured He checked her purse to see how old she
really was Her driver’s licence told him that she was 21 Odd, she
really looked like she still belonged in high school It was serious
turn-on.
He turned off the light so that the only light left was the
operating light which worked like a spotlight on Cheryl’s
unconscious form Her mouth lay gaping open and her eyes slightly
open Dr Walters took out his Polaroid camera and began
snapping away She was a model, so she had to be used to picture
being taken He wanted to add some to his collection Her white
cutoff shorts and black tank top were adding to his ever growing
erection He put the camera down and took off his clothes He was
going to have a little fun with young Cheryl.
First, he pulled off her white canvas shoes and socks He
nearly came in his pants as her pale toes came into view They
were unpainted and smooth, like a porcelain vase He leaned over
and put her foot right under his nose The scent was still fresh, her
toes must not have been in those shoes that long He took her right
big toe into his mouth and sucked on it Then he ran his tongue
down her sole There was no response for her It looked as if she
was watching him from those half closed lids, and that excited
him He was doing what he wanted with her body and she was
watching him do it!
He adjusted the seat and raised the chair back to a seated
position He moved it until the chair was more than perpendicular
to the ground which caused Cheryl to start to fall forward in the
seat Dr Walters caught her and slung her over his shoulder like a
sack of potatoes She wasn’t much heavier than one he thought as
he carried her over to the full length mirror on the other side of the
room Cheryl was a tall girl, maybe 5′10″ or so as he leaned her
against him so that they both faced the mirror.
He adjusted her legs so that they wouldn’t give and her
weight rested on them He let her head lay on his chest and let her
arms dangle to each side Her fingertips skimmed his bare buttocks
as they swung back and forth slightly He stared at the two images
in front of him in the mirror One of a beautiful and unconscious
blond woman, and one of him, naked as the day he was born He
reached around her and undid the button on her shorts One by one,
the buttonfly buttons fell to the sides, as gravity did the rest Her
shorts slid down her creamy legs and down to her feet revealing
her silky green panties He could see little blond pubic hairs
sticking out from the sides of the crotch He placed her arms above
her head and around his neck as he lifted the tanktop over her head
revealing the matching green bra He tossed the black tanktop to
the side and looked at the image of young Cheryl lying back on
him in a seductive pose He lifted her up slightly just so that he
could kick her shorts out of the way and let her arms fall back to
the sides
He reached up with both hands and gave her small breasts a
squeeze They fit right in the palms of his big hands He reached
around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor
exposing her small but pert breasts Her nipples were small pink
little buttons on quarter sized aureole Dr Walters rubbed his
fingers across them, waiting for her to respond They did not
harden He looked at her face in the mirror, her eyes still slightly
open and her mouth gaping He could see the filling that he put in
her back molar Keeping his eyes on the mirror, he bent down and
began nibbling on her ear, flicking his tongue in and out, nibbling
on her earlobe While still nibbling, he reached down and put his
thumbs underneath the sides of her silky panties He pulled them
down slowly, reveling in seeing just the tops of her bushy crotch
and then the mound of hair as he pushed them down her hips and
let them fall to her ankles.
By now, his cock was begging for action as it rubbed
against her bare buttock He lifted her up letting the panties fall off
her ankles and onto the floor, then set her back down so that he
could get that action He pushed her legs apart, so that now she
was leaning on him He lowered himself so that his cock was right
near her cunt He reached down beneath her legs and probed inside
her with a finger She was a little wet, probably from a dream she
was having He began working his finger in and out, making her
wetter and wetter He felt her body twitch from the fingering She
must be having some dream, he thought to himself He pulled his
finger out and stuck in her mouth, letting her own juices mix in her
mouth She was set He held her by the hips and eased his cock
inside her He felt magnificent He let her fall forward so that
her body bent fully at the waist She was nearly folded in half, her
arms brushing against the floor All the while, Dr Walters kept
pounding away at Cheryl from behind Finally letting out a moan
when he came inside her He lost his grip on her sweaty waist and
she crumbled to the floor He scrambled to her and checked her
over, looking for any bruises She was fine
He saw that her mouth had opened wide during the fall He
could see her back molars He gave her a deep throated kiss,
running his tongue around the roof of her mouth Then he stuck his
still hard cock into her mouth, closing it slightly so that he could
slide in and out of her mouth Occasionally, he could feel her
tongue running along the sides of his cock She would even suck
slightly as if she were sucking a lollipop He gyrated his waist so
that he began fucking Cheryl’s mouth Her soft tongue and warm
mouth brought his already swelling cock to an almost unbearable
climax He felt his cock spasm three, four, then five times He
watched as the sides of her mouth leaked with his fluid He pulled
out quickly to make sure that she wouldn’t choke
Oddly enough, she didn’t choke She didn’t even gag Dr
Walters watched in amazement as Cheryl swallowed his entire
load, even licking her lips before going back to sleep Dr Walters
smiled and let out a laugh He decided that this was enough He
put his clothes on and carried the sleeping beauty back onto the
chair After taking a few more Polaroids of her wonderfully naked
body, he put her clothes back on and gassed her again, this time
waking her up.
“Rise and shine Cheryl.”
Her eyes fluttered slightly and she let out yawn “Am I
okay?”
Dr Walters smiled “You were better than okay You were
wonderful.”
She smiled and smacked her lips “God, my mouth is so
sticky I must’ve been drooling”

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Two doctors and an HMO manager died and lined up at the pearly gates for
admission to heaven. St. Peter asked them to identify themselves. One doctor
stepped forward and said; “I was a pediatric spine surgeon and helped kids
overcome their deformities.” St. Peter said, “You can enter.” The second
doctor said; “I was a psychiatrist. I helped people rehabilitate themselves.”
St. Peter also invited him in. The third applicant stepped forward and said,
“I was an HMO manager. I helped people get cost-effective health care.” St.
Peter said, “You can come in too.” But as the HMO manager walked by, St.
Peter added, “You can stay three days. After that, you can go to hell.”

As Ann and John drove home, she kept fingering the small package Dr.
Whetmore had given her. She really liked Dr. Whetmore, and hoped she could
help John with his problems.

It seemed a little “silly” to have her grown husband in diapers, but if
this was what he needed to get better, then so be it. Besides she’d always
like playing dolls and dressup when she was a little girl, and when she was
babysitting she had always liked looking at the little boys when she
changed their diapers.

She even remembered one boy who was 12 years old when she was just starting
to give up babysitting. She was 17 then, and had learned quite a bit about
boys and girls, and had even felt some of her boyfriends getting hard in
their pants when she rubbed them the right way. They seemed to like it when
she pressed gently on the front, but most of them just became helpless and
engrossed in what she was doing to them, until they came in their pants
like babies wetting their pants.

Ann had like playing with this 12 year old boy who still wore diapers
because he was a bedwetter, and watched him get all funny looking when she
changed his diapers and rubbed him with baby lotion. He seemed to go in his
diapers too, but he never got them sticky like her older boyfriends, and
usually peed his diaper right after he got soft again, so she’d have to
change him to put him back to sleep.

Now her husband of 8 years was wearing diapers, and was going to start
using his diaper just like the little babies Ann had babysat for so few
years ago.

They got in the house and Ann prepared dinner for she and John. They talked
animatedly about the revelations of this afternoon with the two doctors,
and both felt comfortable discussing John’s baby needs. After dinner, as
John pulled out the plug from the sink he wet his diaper.

Turning to Ann he said “Please, Annie can you change my diaper. I’m all
wet.” to which Ann replied “C’mon now John you can still change your own
diapers. You’re not a little baby yet !!”

Just yesterday these words would have seemed so strange to Ann, but already
she was beginning to accept the inevitable change in her and John’s
relationship.

Reluctantly, John went to their room and changed his own diaper, returning
to the living room wearing a big blue disposeable diaper and Polo shirt.

As they sat looking thru the material Dr. Whetmore had given them, Ann was
amazed at how much their was for adult babies, as most of the infantilists
were called. An organization in California, called DPF had a regular
newsletter, and magazines and tons of stories for adult babies. They even
had special big cloth diapers and baby panties, and cute baby styled
clothing for big babies. The man who ran DPF, Tommy, was a big baby
himself, and sure looked cute in his rompers and diapers.

There were other magazines from Infantae Press in Seattle, Washington, and
a lady in California, named Florence, who ran Amber E. They all had lots of
letters from big babies who were so happy to be able to return to their
bottles, and diapers and panties and having found mommies or daddies to
take care of them when they needed some babying.

Ann particularly found an article entitled “The Mommy Solution” from DPF
helpful in understanding John’s needs. She almost felt like crying after
she read it, wishing she could be a mommy to all those babies in search of
a mommy.

As she put down the last article, she noticed it was almost 9:30. They’d
better get going if they were going to listen to their special tapes then
get to bed. She noticed John was wet, and said “Get you diaper bag for
mommy John. You need your didee changed.”

It felt strange, but natural, especially after reading the Mommy Solution.
Ann wanted to try and help John.

As John dutifully returned with his diaper bag, Ann told him to lie down,
stripped off his wet diaper, then powdered him, put on a fresh disposeable
diaper, then put his headphones on him, connected to his personal cassette
tape player and switched on the tape for him. Then she sat opposite him in
her easy chair and switched on her own cassette player.

In minutes, both had their eyes closed, looking to all like they were sound
asleep, while their subconscious minds absorbed Dr. Whetmores suggestions
for their new life, as baby Johnny and mommy. Their minds were like empty
sponges soaking up Dr. Whetmore’s suggestions and instructions.

Ann was “learning” to be a good, stern mommy and to keep baby Johnny in his
diapers and plastic panties as much as possible. Johnny was reliving the
pleasures of babyhood, the feelings and sensations of warm wet diapers, and
squish messy diapers. The feelings of helplessness and dependence as he wet
or messed his diapers uncontrollably or waiting for mommy to give him his
bottle.

When they woke up, Ann viewed John in a new light. He seemed somehow
smaller, more defenseless, like a baby needing mommy’s protection. John too
felt differently about Ann. She was now the stronger, the one who would and
could give him what he craved and needed, if he was a good little boy and
did what she told him.

Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly said “Well, you
are quite a little pisser aren’t you. Get up to beddy bye and I’ll change
your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you’re going to need a nice, thick
diaper to get thru the nited aren’t you sweetie.”

John smiled then meekly said “Yes mama. I need thick diapers ‘cuz I wet a
lot at niteenites. Thank you mama.” and toddled off to their bedroom.

Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing
16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple
diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk with that much
between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
of bounds” while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she
found in his bag, would make sure of that.

She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins
and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination
would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he’d be sure to wake
up in very wet diapers the next morning.

Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She
gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.

“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”

John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”

“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.

I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.

John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”

John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
loved it.

As they drifted off to sleep, Ann turned on John’s headset, then her own,
and they both slept soundly, deeply, letting their subconscious minds
absorb the pleasures of their new roles.

Tomorrow would see another small phase in the growth of their relationship,
until Dr. Whetmore took them to the next platform.

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A New Day Dawns

Ann was awakened to the warm wetness of John’s overflowing diapers. He’d
wet so heavily during the night he’d supersaturated the diapers, leaking at
the pantlegs and wetting the changing pad and the bed. His loud sucking had
also served to wake her, and she gently pulled his thumb from his mouth and
gave him the remainder of his bottle from last night.

Obviously he’d taken the one bottle and drained it himself during the
night, while she slept, and started the second before going to sleep again.
At any rate, he sure was wet. She’d try a little test and see how he felt
about it.

As John finished the bottle, he seemed to wake himself, and Ann said “Well
sleepy head, you sure slept soundly last night. How’s it feel to wake in
pissy diapers, like a little baby.”

To her surprise, John said “Mmmmm, it feels real nice. It’s so nice and
warm and make me feel peaceful. Thank you for helping me Ann. I know I can
be a good baby for you.”

Ann smiled, then said “Well pissy pants, time to get you up, changed and
then off to work. You’ve still got a job to do and you can’t stay in those
sopping diapers all day or you’ll get a horrible rash. Off you go to the
shower.

I’ll have to think of something different for tonite, so I don’t wind up
sleeping in a puddle too. One bedwetter in the family is bad enough,
especially one who wets as heavily as you do. Now off with you.”

John swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, then almost fell
down as quickly as he’d gotten up. “Jeez, these diapers must have a couple
gallons of pee in them. They weigh a ton. Can’t you change me here, then
we’ll figure what to do ?”

“No way. You’re too wet to be changed here. Besides you’re still a grown
man, even if you do need diapers, so you get into the shower any way you
can. Crawl if you have to, but move it !!”

Obediently John tried again, but found there was no way he could walk with
the sodden mass between his legs. Crawl he did. Just like a little baby,
only with the heavy sodden diapers he even had trouble crawling.

Ann laughed at the sight of her 33 year old husband crawling to the shower,
in soaking, sodden diapers and then remembered the locking pins. As she
heard John get into the tub enclosure, then yell “I can’t get these off.
Can you help me please Ann ??” she started to laugh, kind of sneeringly and
said “That’s no way for a good baby to talk. Ask me nicely in a sweet baby
voice to please change your pissy diapers, and I’ll consider it.”

Reluctantly John started asking and eventually satisfied Ann by saying
“Pweez momma change pissy baby Johnny’s pissy baby diapers. Pweez momma.”
and Ann laughingly released the diaper pins letting the sodden diaper fall
to John’s feet.

After his shower, John came out to get ready for work. Instead of his
regular briefs, Ann had laid out a pair of thick, terry cloth pants, kind
of like trainer soakers toddlers wear while being toilet trained. John
yelled down to Ann “Hon these aren’t what I wear to work, what gives ???”

His baby personna was receding as he got ready for a day at the office, and
the idea of wearing baby training panties was repulsive. Sure he needed
diapers at night time, since he was such a heavy bedwetter, but training
pants during the day, no way.

Ann shouted up sternly, “Ok Mr. Pissy pants. You may think you’re all grown
up, but the evidence against you is in the washer now, or did you already
forget the condition of your diapers half an hour ago. Now I want you in
those trainers, and dressed and down here for breakfast in five minutes or
else !!”

Meekly John put the trainers on. They felt strange, yet somehow comforting.
Maybe they wouldn’t be so bad after all. They felt kind of like diapers,
but not quite so bulky.

As they had breakfast, Ann explained “I know you haven’t had any daytime
accidents for quite a while, but we don’t want to take chances. You’ve been
wetting quite heavily at night again, just like you did when you were a
baby in diapers all the time, so the training panties are a precaution. If
you have a “little” accident, it shouldn’t be so bad you get your trousers
all wet. Just be careful and pay attention and go potty when you first feel
the need.

Remember now, if you wet your pants at all, it’s back into diapers for you
during the daytime, too !!”

John hung his head and said “Yes ma’m. I’ll keep dry. Sorry I yelled
earlier, it’s just that I’m not a baby anymore. I don’t need baby pants at
work.”

Ann just smiled, handed him his bag with two spare pair of pants, and said
“We’ll see about that.”

Ann started her walkman with the music cassette and went about her
housework. As she proceeded she made a list of things she’d need. Enough
flannel for a dozen diapers, 4 more pair of plastic panties, two of the
large bottles she’d read about and one of the neighbours had said she could
get at the local pharmacy in the back of the store.

Then she looked at the DPF magazine again, and the Carloyn’s Kids catalog
and ordered a dozen of the special extra thick diapers in print patterns,
and the print nursery styled panties. She ordered 3 shortalls, two rompers,
6 pairs of sleepers and two large soothers as well.

When she was done, she figured this would be a good layette to start with,
and with her sewing talents she could make more cute baby outfits for
Johnny.

Finally, she phoned the store Dr. Rotman had told her about. She was
surprised they would deliver this afternoon, no trouble, and set everything
up for her.

By the time John was due home, Ann had transformed the den into a passable
nursery. A large padded table served as changing table, with shelves of
diapers, panties and necessary pins, powder and lotions. A toy box held
large stuffed toys, some big hard rubber balls, and a cute large Roly Poly.

But the piece de resistance was the special bed. It looked now like a
regular child’s bed, with low mattress, two pull out drawers underneath,
and a head and foot board. The beauty was it could easily be converted into
a full size crib, big enough for the biggest baby, complete with locking
side rails, large musical mobile to attach to the headboard and if needed a
locking top.

Ann felt the extra touch of a private stereo system with speakers at each
end and both sides of the bed would be a nice touch, and make it easier for
Johnny to listen to his special tapes in the nights and weeks to come.

This was going to be fun having a new big baby at home. She wondered how
Johnny was making out.

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April smiled her perfect white smile “I shouldn’t even be here
wasting your time This was Monica’s idea”

“I see quite a bit of Monica She’s mentioned you”

“I never knew Monica was that messed up.”

“You don’t have to be messed up to see a therapist, April
Actually, Monica is quite fine.”

April detected a double connotation Monica was right, she
thought, he was a hunk

He was a sexual predator with deep-blue bedroom eyes and a soft
voice She felt like prey In a way, she envied her younger
co-worker Monica had few moral convictions and no sexual hangups
Monica was the only woman she ever knew that notched her bedpost
She had a deep notch for Doctor Wayne April heard so many
intimate tales about the handsome doctor She took the available
appointment just to satisfy her curiosity The way his eyes
wandered her body, April knew he was curious about her too.

Steve Wayne pulled up a chair and sat facing April with a few
inches between their knees He jotted her answers to basic
information on a short tablet While he wrote, April took the
opportunity to look around

The office was much as she’d pictured She saw the desk where
Monica sprawled naked The carpet that gave her a nasty rug burn
on her lower back To her left was the couch, and knowing where to
look, she saw the cuffs dangling over the end, partially hidden by
a bushy plant Seeing those cuffs sent a wicked chill down her
spine It gave Monica new credibility Lewd images flooded
April’s mind as she recalled some of Monica’s more bizarre
exploits Still, she could not quite accept that a medical
professional on contract with the state could do the things she
claimed he did And he certainly did not look the part of a
pervert–a Don Juan, a rogue, a Casanova, yes, but not a pervert.

April was startled from her fantasy as Dr Wayne said, “So,
April, talk to me.”

“Actually, there’s not much to talk about I just came here to
get Monica off my back I’m fine, really”

His eyes focused on the bare portion of April’s legs above the
knee, saying, “Yes, you are fine, April.” April shifted nervously
and placed her hands in her lap He said, “Why don’t you start by
telling me about your sexy teenage daughter.

April’s mouth fell open Her nails dug into her palms She
shouted, “Damn that Monica! She told you?”

Dr Wayne reached out and placed his hand reassuringly on her
right knee and said, “Relax, dear You know I can’t discuss
anything that goes on in here, but nothing says that patients
can’t Don’t be bashful What you are experiencing is quite
normal, quite common, in fact It will do you good to talk about
it.”

The doctor left his hand on her knee much longer than was
appropriate It left a hot impression when he finally did lift it
April took a deep breath and swore, “I’ll kill her I really can’t
talk about this It’s just a silly fantasy I never should have
told her My fantasy was the only thing I had that came close to
Monica’s reality I just told her that so she wouldn’t think I was
such a prude It was childish It’s not worth discussing”

“From what I hear, it’s more than a fantasy You’ve taken steps
to make it a reality, haven’t you?”

April buried her face in her hands and cried out, “Shit! She
told you everything, didn’t she?”

“Everything you told her Actually, I’ve been following this
for two months now Come on, April Talk to me I’m no moral
kingpin, believe me.”

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”

“It’s not every day that I get a beautiful woman in here who
wants to see her daughter fucked by her husband Look, I have done
much worse than that If I make a full confession to you, will you
open up to me.”

April looked with new interest, trying to imagine what could be
worse After a long silence, she timidly said, “Tell me, then I’ll
decide.”

“Will you give me your solemn word never to tell a soul, not
even Monica.”

“I swear.”

“All right, but be prepared to be shocked I stripped and
shackled a thirteen-year-old girl and took her virginity right
there on that couch.”

April’s eyes went wide She said, “No, I don’t believe you!”

“It’s true That’s not all Her mother sat in that same chair
where you are sitting and watched the whole thing.”

A warm flush swept over April Her heart pounded A gnawing
ache grew between her legs “That’s not possible”

Dr Wayne stood and crossed to a wall safe hidden behind a
picture of the governor He returned with a stack of black and
white photos and dropped them in April’s lap, saying, “Look for
yourself, then ask yourself, who took the pictures.”

April went through the set with eyes riveted The first few
showed an adorable, naked, frightened young girl bound to the couch
in the most obscene and vulnerable pose a girl can be put into
The next eight showed closeups of a beautifully-formed, very
well-hung penis taking possession of that girl’s helplessly splayed
vagina The last four were taken of the girl’s crotch afterwards,
her gaping cunt covered in pink tainted semen.

Dr Wayne let April absorb the pictures She went back through
the set several times, pausing the longest at the shots of the
penis joined to the stretched vagina Her favorite was the one
showing eight inches of the doctor’s shaft with only the head
buried and an adult female hand gripping the base of his shaft
Her breathing betrayed her rising passion She said, “Her mother
took these pictures?”

“Yes, even that one.”

“What did you have on her?”

“Have on her? Why nothing I was doing her a favor She
masturbated throughout this whole session.”

“You are blowing my mind, Doctor.”

“Please, call me Steve I should think you’d be sympathetic
with her You see, like I said, you are not alone She’s been
fantasizing this scene for years I merely convinced her that
holding it in was harmful to her mental health, and that her
daughter would adjust, even be happy to help her.”

“Help her, how?”

“By relieving her mother of her suffering By being her
mother’s whore By fucking men to entertain her mother so she
wouldn’t go crazy and possibly kill herself That little girl
thinks she is sacrificing herself to save her mommy.”

“She’s still doing that?”

“Last I heard, mother and daughter were as happy as hookers at
a Shriner convention The girl has developed a real fondness for
the big ones She’s fourteen now, and nicely developed As a
matter of fact, I had her again last month.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Yes, now, let’s hear your story, April.”

April studied his pleasant face and his warm boyish smile She
said, “You’re very clever, Steve It worked I don’t feel at all
inhibited around you now If I’m sick, you’re sicker”

He laughed and said, “I’ll drink to that Now, give me the
juicy details Tell me about this little vixen you’ve given birth
to.”

“All right, but you won’t be strapping her to your couch, I
assure you.”

“That’s not my style I want you to do that after you strip
her.”

April studied the serious look on his face She smiled, crossed
her legs, reclined casually, and allowed her short skirt to ride
up She said, “You’re very sure of yourself I like that in a
man.”

He reached for the foot dangling from her right knee, brought it
to his lap, slipped off her shoe, and began massaging her foot
She offered no resistance He said, “What you like in a man is the
appendage that dangles from his groin.”

“Score another point for Dr Wayne That feels wonderful Tell
me honestly Do you really think I will sacrifice my daughter’s
virginity on your appendage.”

Steve brought her foot to his lips and sucked her big toe into
his mouth, staring her hard in the eyes April felt like her
entire nervous system was being sucked out through her toe Her
ass slid forward on the seat as he sat back, bringing her foot with
him April’s skirt stayed put When she came to rest on the
forward edge of the chair, her panties were in the open Slumped
in the chair with a glazed look in her eyes, April made no move to
adjust her immodest display Steve eased off her toe, smiled, and
said, “April, not only will I fuck your little girl, but you are
going to guide my cock into her cunt and hold my balls while I pump
her full of sperm.”

His shocking words stole her breath away She knew she was
falling under his provocative spell She wondered if that other
mother heard those same words after getting her toe sucked She
said, “Five minutes ago, I would have said you were nuts.”

He lifted her other foot to his lap and tossed that shoe off
He separated her legs by placing her left foot on one armrest and
her right on the other He looked at her crotch and said, “I see
your pussy likes the idea.”

April could feel the cool wet spot he referred to She said,
“My pussy is a dumb cunt It likes lots of things that aren’t
nice Unfortunately, my dumb cunt seems to be in charge at the
moment If my daughter were here right know, I can see myself
stripping her for you.”

“When the time comes, and it will come soon, your daughter will
place herself at your disposal, knowing that she’ll get fucked
You leave that to me.”

“Okay, you’ve peaked my interest.”

Steve cast her a knowing grin He casually said, “Remove your
panties.”

“Wow, not even a please I like that” April brought her feet
down and lifted her ass She skimmed the thin material down her
legs and off With a gleam in her eyes, she replaced her feet on
the armrests She pulled her skirt up past her waist and said, “Is
that better?”

“You have a lovely pussy, April.”

“Thank you You have a lovely cock I want you to know that
I’ve never been unfaithful in seventeen years of marriage.”

“I’m impressed That’s going to change You know that, don’t
you?”

April brought her hands to her crotch and playfully stroked her
wet slit, saying, “I do now I’ve also never shown my pussy to a
man that I didn’t fuck.”

“And how many would that be?”

“Three Actually, two were teenage boys, not men Don’t you
want to see my tits?”

“By all means.”

April unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra She pulled the
material free and rubbed her fleshy mounds Her nipples were
puckered and arching up She held them in offering and said, “Do
you like them?”

“I like everything on you, April You are an exceptionally sexy
woman I know you’d like me to put you out of your misery right
now, but I want you horny while you tell me about your daughter.”

“Yes, the daughter you are going to fuck I’m liking this idea
more and more You don’t mind if I play with myself while I tell
you about her, do you?”

“As long as you don’t cum.”

“I would like to see that magnificent cock while I do this
Would you mind?”

Steve smiled and freed his rigid cock He posed it for her
hungry eyes and gently stroked it April said, “Oh, that’s the
most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen Monica was right You are a
stud Okay, about Terry She just turned sixteen She is an
absolute dream–a wet dream She’s a few inches shorter than me,
but we both wear the same bra She has long wavy, light-brown hair
and green eyes She’s a swimmer There’s not an ounce of fat on
her body Her legs are sleek and muscular, yet feminine She
knows she’s hot and likes wearing sexy clothes.”

“Have you seen her naked recently?”

“Yes Her tits look just like mine only more solid They
actually vibrate Her pussy hair is very light, almost invisible
The lips of her pussy are a little fuller than mine, but then mine
were like that at her age I got a good look at her clit once I
had a shower massage installed–the hand-held type It doesn’t
take a girl long to figure out the utility of those things They
should be marketed as liquid pussy massagers.

Anyway, she stepped from the shower I was poised for the view,
pretending to mop a spill She almost stepped on me getting out

I looked up and there it was, pink and shiny and poking out an
inch I embarrassed her by staring at it I didn’t care I just
stayed put, forcing her to squeeze past me Her cunt crept past my
face and I looked right at it the whole time.”

“You should have kissed it.”

“Don’t think I didn’t want to She was so cute As she tried
to squeeze past me without rubbing her cunt across my face, she
whined, “Mom! Your making this difficult You’re embarrassing
me.”

I simply said, “You’re the one waving your naked beaver in my
face You could have waited If you’re going to shove it in my
face, I’m going to look.”

She said, “I didn’t see you until it was too late I wasn’t
waving it in your face Gosh Mom! I’d never do that”

“You handled that beautifully, April She knows you’re
interested in her sexually I can use that”

“Do you think so?”

“She’d have to be a fool not to I’m sure she has replayed that
scene over and over When did this happen?”

“Oh, about a month ago.”

“How has she acted since?”

“Well, since then, she has been much more free about being naked
in my presence Of course, I’m always hovering nearby when I know
she’s naked.”

“That’s good I’m sure she’s noticed that too”

“I think she has I haven’t been very subtle lately”

“How so.”

“Well, like last week, I bought her a few sexy outfits I
insisted I help her on with them I was dressing and undressing
her for almost an hour, keeping her naked between changes Three
days ago, I bought her sexy bras and panties We went through the
same routine, only I got to spend a great deal of time kneeling
before her and fitting her panties.”

“Did you touch her cunt?”

“Well, I didn’t shove a finger up her, but yes, I did manage
quite a few indelicate strokes through her crotch I felt her
labia.”

“How did she take that?”

“She was silent the whole time I may have freaked her out”

“Is it possible that she thinks you are fascinated with her
body?”

“I think she might think I’m fascinated with her pussy, yes.
That is the case, and it has been the focal point of my looking and
touching.”

“Perfect, absolutely perfect Keep that up, only much more
openly.”

“I don’t know I feel like I’ve pushed too hard as it is”

“No, shock her Do something that will blow her away Tell her
she has a beautiful pussy, worship it, fawn over it, drool over it,
make her uncomfortable When she comes here, what I have to tell
her about your problem will seem believable.”

“My problem?”

“Yes, you have a very serious condition that only Terry can save
you from.”

“Don’t tell me She has to be my sex slave, right?”

“Something like that.”

“You know, you might have something there She’d do anything
for me We really are close Oh God, you have to fuck me now,
Steve I can’t take anymore I’ll do anything you tell me to do
I won’t question your judgment Make her my sex slave, and Terry
will be at your beck and call twenty-four hours a day if you want
I’ll even deliver her You can take all the pictures you want and
share her with your friends I don’t care, just please get that
cock in me.”

Steve got up and took April, driving her to a babbling climax in
less than a minute After pounding her pussy for five minutes,
April was delirious She came four times before Steve flooded her
cunt

She gazed up at him, panting While he remained imbedded,
looking down on her, she said, “God! So that’s what real fucking
feels like I feel like slapping my husband for wasting seventeen
of my best years.”

Steve chuckled and withdrew He wiped his dick on her thigh and
took his seat April remained sprawled, exhausted He said, “Tell
me about your husband Is he aware of your plans?”

“Charlie, aware? That’s an oxymoron Actually, he’s a sweet
innocent man, and I do love him He’s very simple sexually He
knows one position and you can set clocks by his love making–five
minutes and thirty seconds I do have one strong advantage over
him, though He needs pussy on a regular basis He won’t cheat
and he has never masturbated He’s a case for you, Doc His mom
caught him playing with himself and traumatized him The poor guy
can’t give himself an erection.”

“I can understand that Sounds to me like that puts you in the
catbird seat.”

“Yes, and I’ve just recently realized how to exercise my control
over him I believe they call it pussy-whipping Anyway, all I
have to do to get my way is cut him off Just the threat is
enough, now.”

“Great I’m sure you’ve been using that to advance your goal
How’s it going?”

“Slow but sure Most of my efforts have been directed at
Charlie He knows I want him to seduce Terry I’ve come right out
and told him He thinks I’m crazy, but he humors me He has to or
he gets no pussy If he were a normal man, Terry would not be a
virgin He’s terrified of making a move on her despite my
coaching.”

“Coaching in what way?”

“Well, I figured it would be best to start by getting him to
steal peaks at her body I made him stare at her body and get
caught doing it That took a month without pussy to accomplish
The next step was to get him to cop feels He learned his lesson,
but it killed him to do it Terry was quite shocked at his unusual
behavior She tells me every time he grabs her ass or tits I
calm her by telling her that men can’t help themselves and that it
is torture to share a house with such a sexy female I told her I
didn’t have the heart to stop him Still, she wants me to know
what she’s having to endure

We are at a critical impasse at the moment My last challenge
to Charlie was to get his finger in her snatch, even if he had to
hold her down to do it He has been without pussy for over a week
He knows he won’t get any until he presents his wet finger to me
and Terry confirms the assault.”

“You might accomplish your goal without my help.”

“Possibly, but I like your way better Besides, Charlie doesn’t
deserve her cherry Sloppy seconds is more suited for him I
should also add that I’ve been mentally conditioning him for the
act For the past six months, he hasn’t screwed me, it’s been
Terry I make him go through an elaborate seduction, often while
I’m wearing one of her outfits We look alike anyway, and I
started wearing my hair in her style I’m very good at imitating
her speech and mannerisms.”

“Role playing is very effective Go on”

“I resist but always weaken I call him Daddy throughout, and
if he ever calls me anything but Terry, he loses He gets no pussy
that day It is the best sex I’ve had with Charlie when everything
goes right.”

“April, you will get your wish Okay, here’s the plan Make an
appointment for Terry to see me alone as soon as possible I’ll
introduce her to your problem and get her to start calling me about
everything that happens to her I’ll also be in close contact with
you You perform one step, by the letter, then get back to me”

“I see, working both ends, brilliant.”

“I’ve been called worse In the meantime, start worshiping
Terry’s cunt and don’t worry about how she’ll take it What ever
you do will play right into our first meeting I want something
stronger than a pat on the pussy, though Push yourself Think of
the rewards.”

“Believe me, I have.”

“Let me give you some professional advice Ease off on Charlie
You are playing with fire in his case.”

“I don’t understand.”

“If you force Charlie, he might break Anything could happen
As a general rule, never force anyone to do anything Apply
pressure, but always leave them the ‘no’ option Make them choose
It’s like in wrestling, you have to be able to cry ‘Uncle’ If you
take that away by applying too much force, you can hurt someone
very badly I know you don’t want to hurt anyone”

“I don’t What you say makes sense, but how do I get my way”

“Use cunning, deception, offer choices between two evils, but
always respect a no You see, April When we make a free choice,
and something bad results, we rationalize and defend the choice we
made If someone forces a bad choice on us, anger and resentment
grows and festers This anger is sometimes vented on innocent
third parties, sometimes inward, and sometimes, at the person
responsible Trust me, it’s all in the doctor books”

“Yes, that makes sense So you’re saying I should let Charlie
off the hook.”

“Forget about Charlie Put him on a shelf until we get Terry
under control by her choice After that, If you want to see
Charlie fuck her, just order her to go fuck her father Charlie is
a dyed-in-the-wool submissive, April You should take a lover and
rub his face in it He’d likely get off on it Bring some stud
home and fuck him in your bed with Charlie in it.

This would serve a dual purpose if Terry knows what’s going on
It will reinforce the fact that you have a serious problem, and
make her take pitty on her poor daddy Play it right, and she’ll
give him a mercy fuck Charlie will probably accept it too”

April adjusted herself and stood shakily Steve took her in an
embrace, kissing her forehead She looked into his eyes and said,
” I’ve been going about this all wrong Now I see that you used
this method on me You screwed me, but I feel like it was all my
choice I feel like I took something from you”

“You did, about a billion sperm cells.”

April looked at her legs and said, “I have that many running
down my legs.” Looking back to his face, she said, “I can’t wait
to see you with her, Steve You will fall in love with Terry, and
I know she’ll fall in love with you.”

“In my business, they call it transference, but I’ve learned to
live with it.”

April laughed and said, “I’ll bet you have Is that
transference as in transferring semen from your balls to their
womb?”

“That or their stomach.”

April bit her lower lip with a sexy moan and said, “I could use
a little transference My womb is full, but my stomach is empty
I’ve never sucked a cock before.”

Steve turned her to face the door He playfully swatted her
ass, and said, “That’s all for you today I have other patients
waiting You run along and do what I told you Get with my
receptionist about Terry’s appointment.”

“Steve, I need a towel or something I’ve got cum running into
my shoes.”

“See Marsha about that She gets a charge out of my conquests
It’s one of her fringe benefits.”

“Steve, I can’t go out there like this There’s people out
there.”

“There’s just an old couple that I know will get a big kick out
of seeing it Go on, and leave those panties here Oh, and April
Be prepared to wipe yourself in the waiting room Marsha won’t let
you in the restroom until you put on a good show for her.” April
started to protest, but Steve ushered her out and shut the door
behind her.

April found herself standing before an elderly couple sitting on
the couch to her left, and Marsha, peering over the low counter in
front On her right, in a straight-backed chair, was a young man
she recognized from the department mailroom All were ogling her
semen-streaked legs With a face as red as a fire truck, and with
the damage done, April screwed up her courage and approached
Marsha’s counter She leaned over and whispered, “Please, I need
a towel And please let me into the restroom”

April felt sure the woman would comply, since the young man was
in the room The broad devilish smile weakened her belief While
Marsh took her time finding the hand towel, April stood nervously
feeling the cum drying on her legs and the warmth of three pairs of
eyes heating the backs of her thighs Marsha returned and held the
towel up but out of reach, saying, “The washroom is closed You’ll
have to step away from the counter if you are not conducting
official business.”

April fixed her with a look of total shock She leaned in and
softly pleaded, “Please, I just…”

“Ma’am, you’ll have to step away from the counter I’m sorry,
but those are the rules.”

April stared at Marsha’s amused grin, realized the futility of
further pleading She debated exiting the office and seeking
services elsewhere in the building Rather than risk exposure to
many, she opted for those already exposed to her infidelity She
stepped back and said, “Is this better?”

“Back more, please.”

Seeing the game, April stepped to the center of the room The
old couple were directly behind her The young man sat four feet
in front and to the right Marsha threw the towel April missed
catching it It landed at her feet With a groan, April stooped
to pick it up A wild rush passed through her body as she realized
how exposed she was Holding the towel, she stood She took a
deep breath and debated the best way to accomplish her goal The
look of lustful admiration on the handsome young man’s face made
her re-think her plan of a quick swipe and dash The look of
hopeful expectation on Marsha’s face demanded a show, her
entitlement April wanted to befriend Marsha A good performance
would insure that April smiled at Marsha, then slowly stepped out
with her left foot She bent from the waist, keeping her knees
straight, and dabbed at the cum trails She slowly moved up both
legs She peered back between her legs and saw the old couple
gawking at her rear The old man leaned out so far that he had to
support himself with one hand on the floor She knew he had a good
view of her wet pussy She remained in that pose to wipe through
her ass then stood erect, looking at Marsha Marsha was all
smiles April lifted her skirt above her waist and began dabbing
her inner thighs and cunt The young man almost fell out of his
seat, straining his eyes.

April finished, stood tall, squared her shoulders, and dropped
her skirt She sauntered over with a sexy sway and offered Marsha
the towel, saying, “There, my private business is over Now I need
to make an appointment for my daughter.”

Marsha raised her eyebrows and said, “You have a daughter, how
nice How old is she?”

“Sixteen.”

“Oh, lovely I hope she takes after her mother”

“So does Dr Wayne”

“I’m sure Fill this out”

April filled out the standard questionnaire, looked up to Marsha
and said loud enough for all to hear, “You’d better stock up on
fresh towels.”

Marsha said, “I was thinking the same thing Bring the victim,
I mean, your darling daughter by tomorrow at four.”

“I’ll have her here with bells on.”

“Is that all?”

April smiled, winked, and sauntered out Back at her work
station, she had to endure a grilling from Monica Monica’s first
words were, “Well, did you get laid?”

April looked around then quickly flipped up the front of her
skirt, exposing her raw pussy They both broke up laughing April
told Monica everything that happened, word for word, but kept her
oath about his confession Monica had lots of ideas that stayed
within the doctor’s guidelines April said, “Monica, do you know
a guy that would get off on screwing me in front of Charlie and
Terry Some old, big, burly, biker type I want to really blow
them away.”

“Why not take two I know two that would be perfect They run
the garage that works on my car They’re both in their fourties,
big, nasty-looking, and bold as all get out They’d fuck you at
your mother’s funeral And honey, those guys can fuck They’re
dumb as stumps, but hung like fuckin’ horses The only problem
will be keeping them off of Terry.”

“They sound perfect My twat is salivating Can you set it
up?”

“I’m sure I can.”

“Invite them for dinner Friday night One thing, though I’m
saving Terry for Steve Make it clear that they keep their cocks
out of her I want all the attention Tell them that if they
cooperate, I’ll personally deliver Terry to their garage and they
can fuck her on the grease rack if they want.”

“They will hold you to that, April I’ll tell them if you’re
sure.”

“Tell them I’m sure Steve can make it happen”

“You’re right, she’s as good as screwed April, I’m so happy
for you.”

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from now on.

when he drew the blade around her clit, her face reddened she
was in an ecstacy of humiliation and arousal he could see what
was happening and began to make soft appreciative remarks to
reassure her, of course; but secretly, to increase her
vulnerability “mmm, darling, your clit looks so big, nowknow that it doesn’t fit between your lips at all? it won’t lie
down at all, wants to see everything…” he playfully pressed her
lips up around it to hide it for a moment, then let go it was
getting a lovely little curve to its upper surface thickening
firming deepening

once her mound and lips were fully bare, he gave them one last
pass with the blade then a warm wash-cloth and some baby lotion
she was still composed, but realized that the effort was now a lie,
was futile she’dlet him do it it was done she could try to
stay concealed by underwear, but the little humped button would
show through everything she owned

the realization threw open a door somewhere her eyelids fell,
hiding what she had learned: that now she must integrate her
desire–her inconcealable desire–into her pride, her sensuality,
her style, her aggression, her life it was finally revealed

without a word, she looked at him then she looked down
pressed her pelvis forward to she how she was presenting herself
then looked back at him.

a brand new expression was on her face soft-mouth, wide-eyed,
all innocence and questioningevery day, so you’ll always know when i’m a hot little baby, so you
can always see my clit all puffy and sitting out pouting and
waiting for you, waiting like a nipple to be suckled, waiting like
a tongue to be deeply kissed….” “Yes” he inhaled “i will.” he
exhaled She smiled with melting sweetness
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Over the next while, her actions came under the control of her
exposure She’d contrive to let him see her as she left the shower,
her pussy magnificently distorted and swollen, the outer lips
ballooned, the inner lips standing up as thick ridges, her clit
large and meaty and red with the force of the water that she’d
turned on herself over and over again until she couldn’t bear to be
touched….

Each day, after he shaved her, she’d let him lick the brand new
skin She called it her baby lotion he’d lick and she’d say,
“it’s a little sore at the top” and he’d gently wet the new skin
around the base of her clit and watch her clit stand and harden
before he’d suck it, and she’d watch it disappearing between his
lips again and again He’d lift her ass from the bed she lay on,
and hold her up and curl her forward so that her pelvis was almost
in front of her face and she could see his every warm sliding
caress and she’d watch her wet flesh pulsing, as though it was a
movie She fantasized that it was her own mouth on her clit and
thought about what she would doas his mouth retreated during her orgasm, as he played only with
the tip of her clit, as he stroked her with flat-tongued dog-laps
only to her inside-out cunt, so they could both see her clit swell
and turn deep red before he fell to sucking on it desperately,
while the screams tore from her and the cum tore from him as his
hand worked furiously at his cock.

she’d walk by him, wordlessly, and dress she cut small circles
out ofher panties, so her clit would be caressed by her clothing
she’d coat her inner thighs heavily with vaseline and sit across
from him with her legs crossed, squeezing and releasing until her
face reddened and she stared him down in her blinding glow.

One evening, they were dressing to go out he walked into
their room She had asked for a second shave that day, one more
before the evening out with him She was standing with one leg up
on the stool of her dressing table A tube of red lipstick was in
her hand She was carefully stroking the creamy bloodstain onto
her clit, into the rose-petal texture and tiny folds of the hood
and onto the smooth shiny head, and down her cuntlips then
slowly, softly, smoothing the pigment into the skin….looking at
the effect in her mirror and rouging a little more He stopped
breathing She looked up at him “come here” He walked to her,
naked from the shower she kissed him, and as she did, she wrapped
a leg around the back of his thigh and pressed against him On the
front of his thigh, was the mark of her, the print and shape of
her a long red oval like a brand
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one day, in his mail at work, he opened a card to see that same
print with his name written above it and her name written
beneath it He walked, quickly, head down, breath coming hard, to
the men’s room, the card in his pocket, walked into a stall, took
out the card, and held it in front of his face he began pumping
his cock through his fist obsessively he could see how aroused
she had been when she made the print how she had tried to redden
the insides of her cuntlips, but the wetness had not led the
lipstick hold the thought of going home and shaving her was
dizzying him he could feel his lips around her sweet baby clit as
his cock hardened under his stroking he moved the card down,
held it under his cock, and came violently onto her cunt-print the
warm semen lay in pools over the red artwork in his trembling hand,
an image that burned him with desire.

Since he’d shaved her, she hadn’t let him fuck her once.

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