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My first story. I enjoyed writing this one, and Mrs. Woozle liked reading
it even more. Enjoy!
Copyright (c) Wild Woozle 2005. Comments? woozle@gmail.com
The Pleasure Day [F, mast, intense, ws, rom, mild scat]
Linda booked a day off work. She was going to take a Pleasure Day.
Nothing would interrupt her. No chores. The phone would be off the hook.
It was her day - hers and hers alone. She planned to relax, pamper
herself then masturbate, exploring her most intimate fantasies, and
pushing her body to the limits of sexual pleasure and fulfillment.
She would be 30 next birthday. Blonde, slim and pretty, with smoky
blue-gray eyes, a wide mouth and a pert nose. Only five foot two, and 110
pounds soaking wet. She was married and she adored her husband and he
adored her. He was a foot taller, strong humorous and confident. He
would enfold her in his arms, and she would bask in his warm maleness. He
was a great lover too. Hard and rampant one moment, loving, tender and
gentle the next, he always seemed to know exactly what she wanted him to
do with his cock, his mouth, his tongue and his fingers. She knew that
they'd always be together. She'd never cheat, never get tired of him -
nor he of her.
Of course she would often play with herself too. She was too horny not
to, and she knew her husband did the same. Sometimes she'd be at work,
thinking about sex, and she'd feel herself getting moist and aroused.
She'd go to the Ladies and finish herself off. It would only take a
couple of strokes with a wet finger. Then she'd come home and tell him in
the evening. He'd pull her close, kiss her deeply, maybe with his hand in
her panties, and she'd feel his hard-on growing as they cuddled.
That day, Linda lay back on her bed. Her whole body felt alive, tingling.
On the cabinet beside her she had assembled everything she'd need. A 17
inch black rubber dildo with a sword grip lay in the centre. A fat,
wide-necked squeezy bottle full of chocolate cake mix sat next to it, and
a small bottle of lube from the sex shop was ready on the corner. Curled
up nearby was a soft, broad leather belt. A large washing up bottle fully
of warm salty water was close at hand, and on the floor was a 10 litre
pressure spray bottle full of warm water, with a long flexible tube
snaking from it up onto the bed. The bed itself was completely covered
with a clear plastic dustsheet, on top of which she'd placed several white
fluffy bath-towels.
She closed her eyes and stroked her hands lightly down over her tits,
caressing and gently pinching her nipples, harder over her flat stomach,
pressing and kneading, then working slowly further down. With the flat of
her hand pressing down on her bladder she extended her two longest fingers
downwards so that their tips just entered her moist pussy and her clit
pinched between them. Still pressing hard she moved her whole hand up and
down, while giving little gasps.
Linda moaned. She felt incredibly sexy. She tossed her head from side to
side so her long blonde hair tumbled across her face, and cascaded down
the pillow. Still with her eyes shut she reached out her other hand and
felt for the plastic bottle of warm salty water. She paused a moment,
her hand still pressing on her bladder, cunt and clit. Then she took a
deep breath, lifted the bottle and inserted the nozzle in her cunt. She
gave a brief squeeze. Mmmm! Warm and wet! Slowly she lifted the nozzle
up, and let it slip into her urethra. She took the bottle in both hands
and squeezed, gently at first, then more insistently. It felt
unbelievable, like she was peeing in reverse! She could feel her bladder
filling up. She let go of the bottle with one hand and massaged her lower
abdomen, feeling the need to pee; the sharp, pleasurable sensation. Soon
she'd reached her limit. A warm spreading fullness suffused her groin and
she relaxed and let a little out to relieve a slight ache. Smiling gently
she lifted two fingers to her mouth, licked them until they were very wet,
then brought them back down to her cunt. She opened the lips and massaged
her clit with long, languorous slippery strokes and quick feathery flicks.
Her breathing was coming faster and shallower now, and her high cheekbones
took on a delicate blush. Her mouth opened a little and her moist tongue
gently touched her top lip. As she came her hips bucked. A little more
water came out of her bladder in short fast squirts in time to the pulsing
of her orgasm. She stopped for a moment letting the throbbing slow down,
then she went back in, frigging her clit hard until she came again,
quickly and more intensely than before. This time after the first squirts
came, she relaxed a little, and the warm water flowed out of her piss
hole, saturating the towel, then making a delicious pool that formed
between her legs then trickled down round her ass crack and seeped its way
under her ass cheeks. She lay there in the warm afterglow, slowly rubbing
her clit and stroking her cunt.
Linda felt a bit tired now. She could easily have gone to sleep. But she
then remembered the weeks of preparation she'd made for this moment.
She'd snuck to the sex shop to buy the lube and the long dildo. Just the
thought of doing that had turned her on, and by the time she'd left there
after briefly browsing through the DVD rack and examining the slinky lace
and PVC underwear, and clutching the brown paper bag holding her goodies,
she'd felt horny and very naughty. And the thrill she'd experienced in
the hardware store when she'd bought the plastic dust sheet and pressure
spray, knowing what she was planning, moistened her panties and nearly
made her come right there in the shop.
This morning when she awoke she felt an excited knot in her stomach.
Today was the day! She kissed her Husband goodbye passionately, pressing
her body against him and giving his cock a squeeze through his trousers as
he left for work. She took her daughter to nursery school then, when she
got back, she made up the chocolate cake mix and filled the washing up
bottle she'd been saving and put the plastic sheet and towels on the bed.
She was starting to get horny again. Thinking about what she'd just done
really turned her on. Linda always loved the delicious sensation of
having a full bladder, especially when she was coming. Sometimes she'd go
out even though she knew she needed to pee, so that she could enjoy the
feelings. When it got too much she'd release a few squirts of piss into
her knickers. Never enough to show of course, at least not unless you
really looked. And just occasionally, when she was out walking, wearing a
short skirt, and no one was about she'd stand on the grass and let the
whole lot flow through her panties and down her leg. Still standing, with
her panties warm and wet she'd rub her clit till she came or until someone
got close enough almost to see what she was doing.
Now she again reached for the washing up bottle. It was half empty so she
filled it from the pressure spray hose, then slipped it back between her
legs and inserted the nozzle in her piss hole. As she filled herself up
again, she sighed deeply, wallowing in the delicious warm pressure. This
time she filled herself even fuller than before. Her bladder felt huge.
Distended and achy, but ever so sexy. As she prodded the bulge it formed
in her lower abdomen, and stroked her clit, she felt a couple of quick
orgasmic twinges. Not yet! She removed her probing fingers, snuggled
deeper into the nest of towels and plastic sheeting on the bed and let
herself relax. Once she'd settled, she reached out and picked up the lube
and the pressure spray tube.
Linda had always loved ass play. She'd often lick a finger, stick it in
there and wiggle it as she was playing with her clit. She loved being
fucked there too. Before making love to her husband she'd secretly
prepare herself there, playing with her anus until it relaxed, and
squirting up some lube. Then, during sex, she'd giggle, and say in her
best porn-star voice, "Fuck me up the ass, darling. As hard as you can".
And he'd penetrate her, filling her with his big hard cock, pleasuring her
ass with long, deep strokes until he shot his load far up into her bowels.
After he'd come she'd twist round, kiss and lick his ear and whisper
"leave it in there, darling, until it goes soft, then relax your bladder
and fill me with your hot piss". They'd both massage her clit until he
started pissing, and as she filled up she would come and come.
Now she took the flexible tube, stroked on some lube, and started to
slowly push it into her ass. When it reached the back, she reached out
her other hand and pressed the plunger on the pressure bottle twice. The
warm water started to flow. She gave a little gasp, inserted two fingers
and wriggled them round. With a little coaxing, and with the warm water
gently opening her up inside, the end of the tube soon slipped round the
corner of her colon into her large intestine. Having freed it up, she
slowly started pushing more and more of the tube inside her, until about
sixteen inches had disappeared, and the end of the tube was deep inside
her body. The deeper the tube went, the more turned on she got. Her clit
was throbbing, and each throb sent an erotic charge through her full
bladder and into her tummy. She couldn't resist giving it some frantic
rubs, but she regretfully stopped again when she quickly felt the orgasm
building up. She calmed down, gently caressing her body and stroking her
nipples until she'd subsided, then picked up the long fat dildo. She
inserted just the tip into her pussy, then reached down and gave the
pressure bottle four hard pumps. She felt the water flooding deep into
her. For a moment it seemed that it would have to start flooding out of
her ass, but then her stomach gave a gurgle and as the flow slowly
subsided, she began to experience the satisfying, warm, erotic fullness as
her innards gently filled. Mmmm! A couple more pumps, and this time, as
the next wave of water came, she grabbed the end of the dildo with both
hands, and pushed it deep inside her aching wet cunt, gasping with raw
carnal delight as it stretched her open. It easily reached the back, but
she kept pushing, enjoying the pleasure and pain as she writhed and
gasped, pulling the dildo out a bit, then plunging it back deep inside to
grab the next sexual charge. Every so often she'd reach down and give the
pressure bottle a few more pumps, and soon her belly was plump and tight
with the water. Eventually she could hold it in no more and the water
started flowing out of her ass. As much coming out as was going in.
Still Linda fucked herself hard with the dildo. It didn't hurt at all now
- the deeper she fucked the dildo the more intense if felt. Wave after
wave of pleasure wracked her body. Because of the pressure from the water
in her bladder and colon, she began to piss hard, and as she started to
piss the orgasms started to build up. She felt the first orgasmic tremor,
inside, near the top of her stomach, just under her rib cage. Then like a
wave breaking it crashed downwards through her stomach, her colon, her
hips, her ass, her cunt, her clit; pulsating and throbbing - then slowly
subsiding as her knees jerked, her foot cramped, her toes wiggled, and it
was gone, leaving the most delicious, heavy, warm sexy feeling in every
sinew of her body. Linda gently pulled the water tube from her ass and
lay on her back with her knees bent and wide apart. Her clit was almost
too sensitive, but she gave it a few gentle strokes, and each time she was
rewarded by an echo of orgasmic aftershock. As she relaxed, the water
softly flowed out of her bladder and ass, and she luxuriated in the warmth
and wetness as the water pooled round her body and lapped against her
cunt. The water soon stopped flowing continuously. Instead, every couple
of minutes she felt the urge to empty another wave from her ass, and now
the water was brown, with lumps of shit, which Linda languidly picked up
and smeared on her still tingling body.
Slowly the feelings subsided. She basked in the mess for a few more
minutes, then got up carefully so she was standing in the middle of the
bed. A corner of one of the towels was still dry enough, so she quickly
wiped the drips off herself, checked the bottoms of her feet were clean
enough. She gingerly climbed off the bed, carefully picked up the plastic
sheet by each corner so that nothing would spill, and carried it - with
the towels still inside to the en-suite and dumped it in the bath.
Leaving it draining there she stepped into the shower.
Her body ached a little, but it was a delicious, warm sort of ache that
she didn't mind at all. It reminded her of exactly what she'd just done.
She washed herself thoroughly, and as the warm water caressed her body she
remembered back. The fullness, the orgasms, the sensations. The mess at
the end. She felt a little guilty about that last bit. Maybe it was a
bit too extreme. But it had felt so sexy at the time that she knew it had
been the right thing to do. As she carefully washed her ass and pussy she
started having horny pangs again, but she put them aside, got out of the
shower, dried herself and got dressed.
She quickly tided round, washed and dried the dildo and put it in the
bedside drawer, where it joined the rest of her small collection of toys.
She'd never gotten round to using the cake mixture or the belt. She put
the belt round her waist, and took the plastic sheet, towels and cake mix
down stairs. She threw the plastic sheet in the rubbish bin outside and
stuffed the towels in the washing machine. Finally everything was tidy
again.
She made herself some lunch and a large cup of coffee, and sat outside in
the sun for a while, relaxing on the sunlounger. She knew she looked good
in the faded blue jeans, crisp white blouse and broad brown belt. Linda
felt great too. She kept having flashbacks, remembering everything she'd
done that morning and she lazily cupped her breasts or snaked her hand
between her legs for another rub. She felt her bowels stirring with the
last of the enema she'd given herself. For a moment she imagined just
letting it flood out into her panties. She knew that the warm mushiness
would feel delicious as it spread in her jeans. But she decided against
it - it would be a lot of mess and a lot of cleaning up for such a brief
thrill, so she went inside and relieved herself. She took stock. She'd
had a glorious morning, and felt wonderful. She could let it go at that,
and bask until it was time to pick up her daughter. But then she
remembered the cake mix. She'd had such plans for that! And she still
had some more plastic dust sheets - they came in a pack of three. Making
up her mind, she picked up the large, wide necked bottle of chocolate cake
mix, and put it in the microwave. A minute or so. Not enough for it to
start it cooking - just enough to warm it through. Then she picked up a
plastic sheet and went back upstairs.
She quickly slipped out of her clothes, then picked a cream silk basque
from her underwear drawer and wriggled into it. She examined herself in
the mirror. Mmmm - sexy! She stroked her hands down her body, pouting at
herself. Then she laughed. "Might as well go for the full effect", and
put on a pair of lace topped stay-up stockings and very slender six inch
high-heeled cream shoes. She looked back at the mirror - this time she
wiggled a little, pushing her hips forward so her pussy really showed, and
caressing her body and spreading her cunt lips, all the time pulling her
best porn-star face.
She quickly spread the fresh plastic sheet on the bed, retrieved the 17"
dildo and lube from the bedside drawer, and picked the wide belt from the
floor where it had dropped. She put it loosely round her waist. She got
out her cream satin panties and put them on the bedside table. Finally
she got a pair of electric love-balls out of the drawer. She been given
them in Amsterdam last time she was there with her husband.
Linda lay back on the bed, and slowly spread her legs, all the while
playing with her tits and fingering her cunt and anus. She slipped in a
finger - then two, licked the fingers on her other hand, then used them to
gently massage her clit. She played with her ass for a while, moving her
fingers in and out, rotating them gently and squeezing and relaxing until
slowly her anus completely relaxed. Her breathing was already getting
fast and shallow, and her heart felt quick and fluttery.
Her bladder felt deliciously full again now - some of her earlier enema
had been absorbed, and found its way there - plus there was that cup of
coffee. She pressed it with the palm of her hand while she spread her
pussy lips and stroked her clit with her fingers. The washing up bottle
was still there on the bedside table - she'd forgotten to put it away
before, and it was still half full of salty water. She slipped its nozzle
back in her urethra and squeezed. The water was cold now, but that made
it feel even more intense. She relaxed and let herself fill right up,
sometimes stroking the growing bulge from the outside and sometimes with
fingers deep inside her cunt, stroking from the inside. She gave little
involuntary groans as the sensations grew. Finally her bladder was as
full as she wanted it to be. She took the 17" dildo from the table,
lubricated it well then slowly started pressing it against her ass. She
delighted in the stretching sensation as the tip started to go in, then
suddenly the whole head was inside. She let it rest there for a moment
then, while rapidly frigging her cunt lips, clit, and plunging sometimes
two, sometimes three fingers deep inside. The familiar orgasmic feelings
were building up, but after the three she'd already had that day she knew
she still had plenty of time. She resumed the pressure on the dildo and
felt it slide in deliciously, deeper and deeper, pushing at the sides.
The tip reached the end of her colon, but she carried on pushing and
twisting it and writhing and panting, until suddenly it was round the
corner into her large intestine. The sensation was different now - not
just her ass, but her whole body was twitching and pulsating as she slid
the dildo in, further and further. She could see the bulge from the tip
running up her stomach and the sensation of being massaged from the inside
was intense and incredible. Finally it was buried inside her up to the
rubber hilt, with only the handle sticking out, and she lay back and
basked in the wonderful sensations. Every rapid beat of her heart sent a
delicious twitch down the whole length of the black rubber monster, ending
in a little thrill in her anus each time.
The extra fullness of the rubber dildo inside put even more pressure on
her bladder. She resisted the temptation to let out a squirt. The aching
fullness just felt too good. Instead, she reached over and picked up the
plastic bottle of cake mix. It was heavy - weighing maybe three or four
pounds, and warm. She pressed it hard against her cunt, and the wide neck
spread her and entered her suddenly. Linda took a deep breath then
squeezed the bottle hard with both hands. The smooth, thick cake mixture
thrust out - faster and harder than she was expecting, spreading her,
filling her up with warm creaminess, packing every crease and crack,
opening every internal fold. Her bladder, squeezed even more from the
inside, gave a twinge then let out a long but gentle squirt, until it felt
just comfortable again. She was full. Completely full. She knew she was
full, but she couldn't resist another squeeze. Not a small one, but
another hard, double handed one, even bigger and more powerful than the
first. Another pound of mixture surged into her, packing, squishing,
pummeling, finding and filling places she didn't know existed. It was all
she could do to resist coming. All she could do from flicking a finger -
just a couple of times on her clit, and taking herself over the edge. She
could feel how close she was, feel how little more it would take. She
gave a long, loud, slow moan. She lay completely still, luxuriating in the
fullness in her ass, her bladder, her cunt, and feeling and listening to
her heart beating quickly and her breath - smooth and shallow.
Still she wanted more. Still she wasn't finished. She didn't want it to
be over yet. But she knew what she had to do. She'd rehearsed this
moment in her daydreams and fantasies ever since she first booked the day
off. Quickly she slipped on the cream satin panties. She could feel the
rubber dildo moving deep inside her as she bent over, and it felt good.
She pulled the panties up tight and the handle of the dildo made a large
bulge in the back. Reaching in her hand she slid one of the electric love
balls inside her, squishing it into the mash in her pussy. The other one
dangled outside, held against her clit by the tight panties. Finally she
was ready. She started to pull the belt round her waist tight. Tighter
and tighter. She felt her internal organs shift against each other,
gently squishing together and against the huge dildo. The pressure on her
bladder increased, and the mixture in her cunt tightened and contracted.
It was getting harder to breathe, too. Not dangerously, but the tightness
of the wide belt only let her take little gasps. She reached out a hand,
found the controller for the love balls and turned them on. The delicious
buzzing filled her panties, tingled inside her cunt, and vibrated her clit
as she lay there, until she started to realize she was coming. The orgasm
built up slowly. With each throbbing pulse, a powerful jet of pee flooded
her knickers and pooled round her ass. The contractions were slowly
forcing the dildo out against her panties, so she reached a hand
underneath and thrust it back in, in, out, in, out, and still the orgasm
continued in waves. She was bucking wildly now. Her other hand was
frigging her clit hard and fast. She couldn't stop, and while she was
still going, the orgasm kept coming. The cake mixture was being ejected
from her cunt too in wide, satisfying gouts that opened her cunt, oozed
down inside the front of her panties and squidged into the pool of piss at
the bottom. Finally she was satisfied. Intensely, mind-blowingly
satiated, and glowing all over. She quickly released the tension from the
belt. She lay there on the bed, with the dildo still buried up to the
hilt, one hand squishing the mush of piss and cake mixture in her panties,
occasionally adding to it by contracting and forcing the mixture from her
still packed cunt, or adding little squirts of piss from her still full
bladder. She didn't want it to end. She knew she wouldn't come again
today, but she carried on kneading her cunt, her tits. Smearing her cunt
with the pissy cake mixture through her panties she felt warm, sleepy,
dirty, sexy. She couldn't let herself go to sleep - she had to clean up
and collect her daughter soon, so she lay there drifting, snuggled in the
plastic sheet with her warm piss until the last of the orgasmic tremors
faded away and she was left happy, fulfilled, and warm inside.
Finally though, she had to get up. Again she carefully carried the
plastic sheet to the bath then got into the shower. She eased out the
dildo and let it drop. The warm water felt delicious as she pulsed it
inside her, washing out the last of the cake mixture. It plopped onto the
shower floor and she wiggled it down the plug hole with her big toe. Her
cunt and ass felt very tender and well used, but soft, almost creamy too.
She wouldn't be able to do much with them for a couple of days, but the
memories of today would keep her feeling satisfied. She soaped herself
thoroughly, dried herself carefully, then tidied up. Soon there was no
trace at all of what she'd done - only a wonderful soothing feeling inside
as the washing machine churned away the last of the mess.
Later, she drove over and picked up her daughter from nursery school. Her
husband came back from work. "Good day darling?" he asked, and the
sparkle in her eyes and the slightly aroused blush in her cheeks gave her
away. He held her close. "You seemed very horny this morning" he grinned,
flicking up his eyebrows suggestively and kissing her hard. "Yes, but I
did something about it" she replied, smiling knowingly. "I'll tell you
all the delicious details later, when we're in bed"
And later, when supper was finished, their daughter was tucked up and the
bedtime story read, she was as good as her word. As they lay together,
with one of his legs between hers, her cunt lips on his thigh, she
whispered "Listen Hunny, I'm really a bit tired and sore to do much
tonight, but let me tell you why while I stroke your cock". He smiled as
she got out the lube and dribbled it on his hardening dick, then he
listened, kissing her and stroking her while she massaged him. He spurted
as she described herself coming with the huge enema inside, then
unexpectedly he groaned and came again as she related how the second
thrust of cake mixture had made her feel. Finally, when she'd finished,
they cuddled up, and kissed. "My turn for a Pleasure Day next!" he
murmured as they drifted off to sleep.
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