Ste Letto
12-31-2002, 1:16 AM
Thanks everyone for the encouragement.
Ogilthorpe, I would post on the GTS messageboard, but anonymity is less easy to maintain there. Still, glad you like it.
If you wish to post it there, feel free. I'd love for you to do me an illustration.
Here, after a longer pause than intended, is part 5.
Poreolight school Part 5
After only a moment's pause, both girls called out "Shopping". They giggled in excitement. They loved the mall. Their were so many horny men there, oggling their faces, boobs, bums, legs or feet. The girls could sense an oggler a mile away. Some would get a treat they'd only dreamed of, others a punishment they never expected.
The girls stripped off their tennis things and headed for the shower. Rupert became a non-slip bath mat, Malcolm a bar of soap. The girls turned on the radio and hopped into the shower, their bare feet sinking deep into Rupert's rubberised body. No matter what they changed him into, he always experienced it with reference to his original physical form. He could see up Jennifer's long legs to her sex, mocking him up above. He sould see her belly, her breasts, her arms and her beautiful face.
Some of the time he could see nothing. That was when she stood over or on his eyes. He didn't seem able to blink, so she was able to casually dig her toes in his eyes, creating agonising shock waves of pain that threatened to split his skull. She seemed to particularly like digging her big toe nails into his eyes and twisting them left and right, boring into his defenseless eyes, drilling into them with merciless playful cruelty. She hummed softly, or sang while indulging in this delightful, for her, torture of the helpless male.
When she wasn't drilling into his eyes with her toes, she would grind her heels into the sockets. This also caused unbelievable pain, a bit like having them burned. The pain burned and throbbed in his head.
Things didn't get much better when she wasn't stood on his eyes. Jennifer was showering, getting ready to go out. That meant she washed her hair first, then her body. She let her long hair get wet, then applied shampoo. She used plenty of shampoo, because she had such long hair, and she had been sweating. The shampoo created lots of suds, that gravity caused to run down the small of her back, and the front of her body; to her legs, and down onto her bathmat. That meant big suds of soapy shampoo residue splashed into Rupert's helplessly open and immobile eyes. The shampoo burned in a way he had never experienced before. When Jennifer saw that an especially large and frothy ball of suds had missed his eyes, she helpfully guided it into them with the side of her foot.
While shifting casually from foot to foot, sometimes pressing her heels down, sometimes going up on tiptoe, Jennifer rinsed her hair, then shampooed it again. She even danced on her living, suffering bathmat sometimes, feeling totally relaxed and happy. Then she rinsed again, before applying conditioner. All this ran down her shapely young body, to her ankles, to her pretty painted toes, then into Rupert's eyes. That which didn't find his eyes, found either his nose or his mouth. The taste was revolting, and he found himself feeling nauseous.
Malcolm, meanwhile, was more than a little happy with his lot. He was being rubbed, slowly and carefully, over every inch of Lynsey's luscious body. The girls passed the shower head freely from one to another whenever it was needed, or popped it into its bracket on the wall when not. She had wet herself all over, and held Malcolm under the running water to get his soapy form going. (For Malcolm this felt a lot like he was leaking precum.) This was especially nice as she rubbed her moist palm over him. Then she rubbed him up and down her arms, before popping him in the soap tray. She lathered her arms, then retrieved the lucky boy. She soaped her face, her neck, her breasts and her belly. All the time he felt her soft warm breasts against him made him almost swoon. She popped him back in the holder again as she lathered, then rinsed her face, chest and belly. Next she soaped her back, her buttocks and her pussy.
For Malcolm this was the best thing possible. He found Lynsey's buttocks incredibly appealing. It felt as if he were being allowed to both lick them and cum on them. He was in heaven. She made sure to rub him deep into the cleft between her fruity butt cheeks. Malcolm was singing inside. When she pulled him away from her perfect arse he was almost crying. She handed him to Jennifer, and his mood lifted. Now he got to caress her perfect face, her perky breasts and her perfectly flat stomach.
Soon he was being passed from girl to girl. He caressed Lynsey's pouting pussy lips, feeling them, and the tangle of dark hair that surrounded them. He went between her thighs, before going to Jennifer and serving her in the same way. He was rubbed over Lynsey's legs, and Jennifer's, front and back, then down to their feet, where he caressed both the top and the sole of each yummy foot. Then he went in the tray. Lynsey swapped places with Jennifer to was her hair.
Rupert still lay underfoot, suffering agonies as the girls played. All the time Lynsey had been behind Jennifer, her feet had pummelled his stomach and groin, knocking him sick. Jennifer was ready to step out. First she turned Malcolm into a fluffy rug. She lifted one slightly soapy, drippy foot and leg out of the shower, then let her weight come down. Her sole banged into Malcolm's fluffy form, knocking him sick. Her weight grew and grew as she put all her weight on that foot. Soon the other followed. It felt to Malcolm as if she were squashing his stomach flat. He felt breathless, unable to get air into his lungs. Jennifer shuffled about gaily, towelling her hair, then drying her perfect body. She carefully dried each foot, working her towel between each toe. This put all her crushing weight on the foot that was supporting her, first the left, then the right. Malcolm suffered fresh agonies.
Finally she was dry, but no sooner was she gone from him, than Lynsey took her place. Malcolm suffered agonies for a further 20 minutes. Lynsey deliberately moved about a lot, and drove her toes or heel down hard. Finally Lynsey was dry too and the two males were given a short respite as the girls dressed.
Ogilthorpe, I would post on the GTS messageboard, but anonymity is less easy to maintain there. Still, glad you like it.
If you wish to post it there, feel free. I'd love for you to do me an illustration.
Here, after a longer pause than intended, is part 5.
Poreolight school Part 5
After only a moment's pause, both girls called out "Shopping". They giggled in excitement. They loved the mall. Their were so many horny men there, oggling their faces, boobs, bums, legs or feet. The girls could sense an oggler a mile away. Some would get a treat they'd only dreamed of, others a punishment they never expected.
The girls stripped off their tennis things and headed for the shower. Rupert became a non-slip bath mat, Malcolm a bar of soap. The girls turned on the radio and hopped into the shower, their bare feet sinking deep into Rupert's rubberised body. No matter what they changed him into, he always experienced it with reference to his original physical form. He could see up Jennifer's long legs to her sex, mocking him up above. He sould see her belly, her breasts, her arms and her beautiful face.
Some of the time he could see nothing. That was when she stood over or on his eyes. He didn't seem able to blink, so she was able to casually dig her toes in his eyes, creating agonising shock waves of pain that threatened to split his skull. She seemed to particularly like digging her big toe nails into his eyes and twisting them left and right, boring into his defenseless eyes, drilling into them with merciless playful cruelty. She hummed softly, or sang while indulging in this delightful, for her, torture of the helpless male.
When she wasn't drilling into his eyes with her toes, she would grind her heels into the sockets. This also caused unbelievable pain, a bit like having them burned. The pain burned and throbbed in his head.
Things didn't get much better when she wasn't stood on his eyes. Jennifer was showering, getting ready to go out. That meant she washed her hair first, then her body. She let her long hair get wet, then applied shampoo. She used plenty of shampoo, because she had such long hair, and she had been sweating. The shampoo created lots of suds, that gravity caused to run down the small of her back, and the front of her body; to her legs, and down onto her bathmat. That meant big suds of soapy shampoo residue splashed into Rupert's helplessly open and immobile eyes. The shampoo burned in a way he had never experienced before. When Jennifer saw that an especially large and frothy ball of suds had missed his eyes, she helpfully guided it into them with the side of her foot.
While shifting casually from foot to foot, sometimes pressing her heels down, sometimes going up on tiptoe, Jennifer rinsed her hair, then shampooed it again. She even danced on her living, suffering bathmat sometimes, feeling totally relaxed and happy. Then she rinsed again, before applying conditioner. All this ran down her shapely young body, to her ankles, to her pretty painted toes, then into Rupert's eyes. That which didn't find his eyes, found either his nose or his mouth. The taste was revolting, and he found himself feeling nauseous.
Malcolm, meanwhile, was more than a little happy with his lot. He was being rubbed, slowly and carefully, over every inch of Lynsey's luscious body. The girls passed the shower head freely from one to another whenever it was needed, or popped it into its bracket on the wall when not. She had wet herself all over, and held Malcolm under the running water to get his soapy form going. (For Malcolm this felt a lot like he was leaking precum.) This was especially nice as she rubbed her moist palm over him. Then she rubbed him up and down her arms, before popping him in the soap tray. She lathered her arms, then retrieved the lucky boy. She soaped her face, her neck, her breasts and her belly. All the time he felt her soft warm breasts against him made him almost swoon. She popped him back in the holder again as she lathered, then rinsed her face, chest and belly. Next she soaped her back, her buttocks and her pussy.
For Malcolm this was the best thing possible. He found Lynsey's buttocks incredibly appealing. It felt as if he were being allowed to both lick them and cum on them. He was in heaven. She made sure to rub him deep into the cleft between her fruity butt cheeks. Malcolm was singing inside. When she pulled him away from her perfect arse he was almost crying. She handed him to Jennifer, and his mood lifted. Now he got to caress her perfect face, her perky breasts and her perfectly flat stomach.
Soon he was being passed from girl to girl. He caressed Lynsey's pouting pussy lips, feeling them, and the tangle of dark hair that surrounded them. He went between her thighs, before going to Jennifer and serving her in the same way. He was rubbed over Lynsey's legs, and Jennifer's, front and back, then down to their feet, where he caressed both the top and the sole of each yummy foot. Then he went in the tray. Lynsey swapped places with Jennifer to was her hair.
Rupert still lay underfoot, suffering agonies as the girls played. All the time Lynsey had been behind Jennifer, her feet had pummelled his stomach and groin, knocking him sick. Jennifer was ready to step out. First she turned Malcolm into a fluffy rug. She lifted one slightly soapy, drippy foot and leg out of the shower, then let her weight come down. Her sole banged into Malcolm's fluffy form, knocking him sick. Her weight grew and grew as she put all her weight on that foot. Soon the other followed. It felt to Malcolm as if she were squashing his stomach flat. He felt breathless, unable to get air into his lungs. Jennifer shuffled about gaily, towelling her hair, then drying her perfect body. She carefully dried each foot, working her towel between each toe. This put all her crushing weight on the foot that was supporting her, first the left, then the right. Malcolm suffered fresh agonies.
Finally she was dry, but no sooner was she gone from him, than Lynsey took her place. Malcolm suffered agonies for a further 20 minutes. Lynsey deliberately moved about a lot, and drove her toes or heel down hard. Finally Lynsey was dry too and the two males were given a short respite as the girls dressed.