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A beautiful chick comes to hospital to check her boobs, vagina and ass

It started out as a lark. Tim, my boyfriend, was hanging around
in my workroom while I was trying to finish up some sculpture that
had been ordered. Specifically, I was making stoneware copies of
an original that I had made several months ago, so it wasn’t as
if I was doing anything really creative. Tim would tease me a
little just to keep me interested in him then he would go off
around the room looking and asking all sorts of questions. At one
point he came back to me saying that he was surprised that none
of the men I had sculpted were built anything like him and, to
make sure I didn’t misunderstand him, he cupped the bulge in the
front of his pants. Now, mind you, Tim isn’t one to brag but he
certainly would have reason to if he wanted. His cock is a good
9 inches long and 2 inches in diameter most of the way. The
first time we made love I was sore for two days afterward and not
because I had been a virgin. Or maybe I was in the sense that I
had never before been fucked by such a prodigious weapon. I
wouldn’t have even let him near me if I hadn’t been so horny that
time. (more…)

I have neighbors that are renting the house next door,
and the curtains don’t cover their bedroom window very
well. I went outside around 10:15 and the the
light came on around 10:30. I went and looked
in and saw Shannon (the girl) undressing. She is in her
mid 20’s, blonde, tall, long legs, and very pretty. She
has a great body, and tonight she had on
a white button up shirt and jean shorts. She took off
her shirt and she had on a white lace bra,
then took off her bra and her breasts
fell out, the nipples were kinda flat but she started
scratching the marks that were left by the bra and
then the nipples got erect. She cupped them, pulled
them up and then let them drop as she watched herself
in the mirror, and pinched the nipples while she
looked in the mirror.. Then she unbuttoned her jeans
and I could see some baby blue panties and she stepped
out of the shorts, layed them on her dresser, and then
bent over and slid her panties down her legs. This was
in full light, in her bedroom, and then she crawled on
her bed, got a book from her nightstand, and started
reading. She was completely naked, and her blonde
pussy hair stood up above her crotch and belly as she laid back
and read. She occassionally stroked her stomach and
scratched her pussy as she read the book. the book
didn’t appear to be erotic, she just kinda stroked
her nipples and felt her body as she read. Then her
husband (Michael) came in the room and started
undressing and his cock was semi- hard and he sat on
the side of the bed and bent over and kissed her. (more…)

My father wanted to give me a helping hand toward my goal of owning a
fashion design company. Buying me a boutique at whatever location
(within reason) was certainly a generous graduation gift. Owning and
operating a bikini and lingerie store overlooking a beautiful beach on
the Pacific had too much promise not to accept the offer. Having just
received a degree in fashion merchandising, the decision of what to sell
was left entirely to me. I’m sure father was pleased with my choice.

The very first day of business assured me I was heading in the right
direction. Beautiful women walking by the store front clad in all
manner of swimsuits was reason enough, but the most important feature of
my new store which was a recommendation of the architect, made me
certain. A wall of one way mirrors allowing store personnel to observe
customers in the dressing rooms for security reasons. Who was I to
question her wisdom? After all she had designed many clothing stores in
her career. Of course I didn’t mention that I wasn’t planning on hiring
until I was sure business would support it. (more…)

He took me out to an Italian place. I was starving, due to my
dieting. Normally I could resist most foods in public. It was in
private that my insatiable appetite would get me into trouble. I
had been struggling for the last three years to maintain my weight.
As a result I had only put on around 20 pounds in the last four
years. But that night I couldn’t help myself. I ordered Lasanga,
one of my favorites. When the meal came my eyes bugged out over the
size of the portion, it was huge! But after two hours I managed to
finish it. I felt like such a pig! I thought at that moment that
Bob would be revolted and never want to see me again.

Strangely, he drove me around and then parked in the shadows of
my dorm. Dredging up the courage I leaned over and kissed him,
hoping not to be rejected. His response surprised me. I about came
as his tongue probed my mouth. His right hand caressed my
overstuffed belly. Instinctively, I reached out to remove it. But
he move my hand away and continued to stroke by bulging belly. I
found it to be very erotic.

As I lay there waiting for one of the kitchen staff to bring me
my breakfast I think back to how I got here. It was seven years a
go that I met Bob, my husband. I was a senior in college studying
Nursing. I met him at a party and immediately fell hard. It took
three weeks for me to get a date with him. I thought it was because
of my weight. At the time I carried 135 pounds on my 5′1″ frame.
While most people called me chubby, I thought of myself a fat. A
fatso in a thin world. I went on a crash diet while waiting for our
date. Finally, I asked him out. He then told me that he was
waiting for the right time to ask me out, I flipped.

Dear Jim

Thank you for sending the wonderful letter last week. It made me
very wet and want to give myself a big enema, which I did.

I waited until my husband had gone to bed; he is not into enemas.
Then I went into the other bathroom and got ready. I planed on
giving myself three enemas. The first was to be a plain warm
water one to really clean me out, but I went ahead and got the
other two ready, because I like to give them fast. (more…)

“OK.” She ferreted out a clean sheet of paper and put the form to one side.
“When was your first sexual experience?” Well, this took me by surprise a
little. ” Do you mean masturbation, or real intercourse%3