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From: wbrown@shrike.depaul.edu (Wesley A Brown)
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
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Subject: STORY: "Burst" (BBW/BBW, light bondage, golden enema)
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Date: 6 Aug 1996 15:51:03 -0500
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Keywords: BBW/BBW, light bondage, golden enema
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A much-needed spam break... All standard disclaimers apply...
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Burst
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By Wes
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After eight and a half hours of dealing with her company's intranet
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crashes and her own caffine overload, Amanda was grateful to let
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herself collapse on her bed face first. She was a good-looking blonde
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about 5'6", in her late 40s, and just shy of 200 pounds.
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She had raised her right foot above her and began to slowly caress the
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back of it with the big toe of her left foot when she saw her lover
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in the doorway.
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Suzanne was in her early 40s, a brunette with long brown hair down to
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her tight, full ass. She was the same height as Amanda and was close
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to her lover's weight. She was wearing a beige slip and panties, and
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thigh-high black nylons.
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"Ugly day, huh?" Suzanne asked, smiling.
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Amanda looked at her wearily and stuck her tongue out.
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As Suzanne grinned, Amanda noticed that Suzanne's hands were behind
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her back. She heard the jingling of metal and observed that Suzanne
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was twitching a great deal, which made her 37DD breasts wiggle a lot.
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Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Umm, Suzy?? What are you doing?"
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Suzanne blushed and then grinned it off. She moved up to the bed
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behind Amanda's stretched out form. Amanda started to sit up when
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Suzanne gestured for her not to move.
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"You don't have to get up, Amanda," Suzanne said, smiling. "You
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don't have to look back either."
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Amanda was getting concerned. "Suzy? What's going on??"
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"Shush," Suzanne motioned. She then pulled out a pair of dull grey
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colored metal hancuffs. She pulled Amanda's arms behind her back and
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quickly slapped the cold metal onto Amanda's pudgy wrists.
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"The hell?!" Amanda yelled as she tried to squirm her wrists out of
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the cuffs.
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Suzanne laughed. "This way you won't be able to play with yourself
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while I do this."
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"Do what?!" Amanda asked impatiently.
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"_This_," Suzanne smirked. She lifted the skirt of Amanda's black dress
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above the waist, revealing tight blue panties emmeshed in her round
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plump ass cheeks.
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Suzanne slid a hand up Amanda's thigh, sending minute electric pulses
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up her spine and down to her clit. Suzanne rubbed gently on Amanda's
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clothed pussy. Amanda started moaning and dripping cunt juice.
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Grinning evilly, Suzanne rubbed a little faster on Amanda's pussy. Her
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breath quickened. A dark spot appeared on Suzanne's panties, spreading
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very quickly.
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Suzanne pulled Amanda's panties down to mid-thigh. She greased her finger
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with vaseline. Gliding the finger up and down Amanda's ass crack made
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Amanda pulsate like crazy! Her toes curled and her knees dug deep
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into the mattress. Amanda's pussy started to glisten with wetness.
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Suzanne greased her finger some more and and plunged it into Amanda's
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asshole. Amanda yelped and twitched as Suzanne rubbed deep and deeper
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into her hole. She moaned louder and kicked.
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Suzanne felt her belly swell up with over two hours' worth of water
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drinking. Any second now, she was about to burst.
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She pulled out her second instrument. A soft plastic funnel. She
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plunged it quickly into Amanda's ass. Amanda clawed at the sheets as
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she ground her clit against the mattress.
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Suzanne scurried on top of the funnel. Straddling Amanda, she raised
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her slip, squatted two inches above the funnel's rim, spread her
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legs out a little...
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And started hissing hot piss into the funnel through her beige panties,
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which quickly became drenched. Some of the excess pee was running
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down her full thighs, onto the bed and flowing in small rivulets
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over the sheets. Amanda could feel her dress cling to her from the
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warm wetness.
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Amanda twitched and throbbed, coming closer and closer to orgasm,
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her face pressed deep into the pillow. Her cum started to soak
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through her panties and mix with Suzanne's piss on the sheets.
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Two minutes later Suzanne got off her makeshift toilet, removed
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the funnel, wedged Amanda's wet panties all the way into her ass
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crack and pussy lips, and pulled her dress down again. She sat
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behind Amanda and started playing with her clothed clit frantically.
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Amanda continued to twitch. Her belly, filled to the rim with
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Suzanne's warm pee, was about expunge it all.
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She was on the brink of a very violent orgasm.
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Suzanne felt a small drop of piss flow down from between her full
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thighs and onto the bed. Then she realized what she had done.
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"Oh, Amanda! Do you realize I'd forgotten to take off my panties?!"
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Suzanne pulled off her panties and gently cupped Amanda's face so
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that her mouth was ready. Then Suzanne pulled Amanda's chin
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to open her mouth. All Amanda could feel was the growing pressure
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in her buttocks, as her sense of fullness increased and her pussy
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became even wetter.
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She wasn't prepared for it when Suzanne wrung her soaking panties
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out in her mouth, covering her face with still-warm piss. Then
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Suzanne kissed her slowly and tenderly, sensuously sucking her own
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pee back into her own mouth as she stroked Suzanne's wet ears.
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This was two much for Amanda. As she could feel Suzanne's eager
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tongue, cleaning the pissy wetness off her face, Amanda's ass suddenly
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burst and sprayed the pee back out all over both of them and the
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soaking bedsheets. Her dress became even stickier with thickening
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pools of piss and cum.
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Suzanne, already in her third orgasm, stuck out her melons into the
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fountain, soaking her bra to a clingy wetness. She flicked and
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fingered her clit, coming again and again.
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As the last of the rejected pee flooded the bed and dripped onto the
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floor, a weakened Amanda rubbed her face into the piss pool and licked
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the mixture of cum and pee from the sheets. Suzanne, also weakened,
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crawled over and undid the handcuffs.
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Suzanne then gave Amanda a very sloppy kiss whlie wrapping her legs
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around Amanda's soppy, ruined dress and runned hose. She and Amanda
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tongued each other's throats out.
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"Gotta make dinner," Suzanne said with a wink and sloshed herself
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out of bed. As she went away, Amanda smiled happily while fingering
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herself through her wet, pee-stained, piss-smelling clothing.
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<-=fin=->
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--
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Wesley Brown
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************** LUPUS 95: http://shrike.depaul.edu:80/~wbrown ***********
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