Cameltoe Forum

Go Back   Cameltoe Forum > Cameltoe Content > Cameltoe Stories

Cameltoe Stories Share your most fascinating cameltoe experiences with us! No porn stories please.

Reply
 
LinkBack Thread Tools Display Modes
  #1  
Old 11-09-2004, 12:11 PM
Cameltoe Addict
  
 
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Germany
Posts: 289
Thanks: 13
Thanked 93 Times in 62 Posts
Nominated 0 Times in 0 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
coolmccool is on a distinguished road [1] coolmccool is on a distinguished road [1] coolmccool is on a distinguished road [1]
Default some stories i found - first post !!!

hi people. one day i found some very hot stories about our love-theme:
c a m e l t o e s
unfortunally they are NOT from me. so i hope, its going all right with the copyright (jeansweb uk)

please tell me, which one u like best.

... an enjoy reading!

Showing off cameltoe in tight jeans - True Story by Jean-sWeb_UK

I met this girl while working in Leeds (UK). Her name was Louise and she was South African. The first thing I noticed about her was the very tight trousers she was wearing - they were so tight that the shape of her pussy was completely visible through the thin material. For some reason this has always turned me on and I've now started a website that shows pictures of women who show their 'cameltoes' through their clothes, but that's not the point of this story.....
We went for a drink with a few mutual friends after work and I just couldn't stop looking at Louise's shape through her trousers. To help the reader try and imagine what I was seeing I'll try and describe Louise's body. She had a very good looking face and enjoyed wearing bright scarlet lipstick (she had been compared to some models); her breasts were quite small but a nice enough 'handful', so to speak; she carried her slightly large butt very well but worried about it to me a few times when we spoke. But probably the most important thing to your readers is the fact that she really liked to wear extremely tight and stretchy jeans.
Anyway, she obviously noticed how I was looking at her when we went out for a few drinks and knew I was attracted to her. We chatted a few times and really got on well so when the opportunity arose for us to go out again (also with some work friends) we both jumped at the chance. I arrived at the pub to find Louise already there...wearing the tightest jeans I could possibly imagine. They really didn't crease at all, even when she sat down. Even after seeing her in her tight trousers, I have to say that these jeans were something spectacular. They showed off every curve and all the shapes of her body perfectly. One thing I noticed is that her pussy was outlined in all it's glory - the seam of the jeans went right up the slit of it and her lips were clearly visible. However, it was obvious that she didn't have very big lips since the outline wasn't quite clear, it was more like seeing the jeans slip into her rather than showing an impression of her whole sex.
We began to go out with each other more and more and soon became a couple. Every time we were out Louise would wear very tight jeans, trousers or shorts. One time when we were playing squash (Louise was wearing Lycra shorts which had crept up into her pussy) I decided to broach the subject. To my surprise, she told me that she was doing it deliberately and that she enjoyed the looks she got from guys whenever her pussy was outlined by the clothes she was wearing. She also told me that she liked the feeling of her ass, upper legs and crotch being encased and rubbed by tight clothing. I admitted that I loved the look of her when she showed off her womanly curves through her clothing and even liked the way other men ogled her crotch and ass when she wore such things.
When we went home after our game of squash we discussed this further and Louise said that she would love it if she could show off some more but her pussy-lips weren't large enough to show through her jeans or other trousers. I'd seen a type of pump that helped women to enlarge their pussy-lips in a magazine and tentatively suggested that she try it. She was more than excited about it and I bought it for her immediately. After a few days it arrived and Louise wanted to try it out immediately so we went off to the bedroom to test our new 'equipment'. It consisted of a clear plastic, cup-shaped piece of plastic with rubber edges attached to a small hand-pump that allowed her to fit it to her crotch and then use suction to inflate her labia.
The first time we used it, Louise was amazed. From what we'd read, she should use it for twenty min-utes then have five minutes break and then for another twenty minutes. This was really good advice because after her 'session' her lips were nicely engorged and when she put her stretch jeans on her lips were very visible to all and sundry, but they subsided within a couple of hours.
The next day, Louise decided to use the pump for two hours at a time, with a break of five minutes every twenty minutes. The other thing she did was to wear a pair of Lycra shorts rather than the stretch jeans she had worn before (I think the jeans were making her lips compress rather to quickly). This worked really well and we went to a pub to show off; her pussy lips were very visible, even when she was sitting down.
After a few days of using the pump, Louise could put her stretch jeans on and when she zipped and buttoned them up her 'cameltoe' was clearly obvious to anyone who cared to see. She even told me that she liked to wear shades so she could watch guys staring at her pussy without them knowing she was 'spying' on them. I really loved the way she would tease guys by wearing her tightest jeans or trousers and even bend over with her legs apart so her labia could be seen from behind.
The sad end to this story is that Louise's Visa ran out after a year and she had to return back to South Africa. Some things just have to come to an end I suppose.

Exploding jeans
I developed this thing about tight ripped pants some years back when a
British Naval ship visited the city (East London) where I grew up. The
public was allowed to visit the ship and it seemed that everybody was there.
We were allowed to board the ship but were restricted to certain decks, sort
of like a production line where you enter on one side, view certain guns and
cannons and things and then leave the ship at a different spot. When I
boarded, I noticed these 3 stunning girls in tight pants. The one was
wearing a pair of exceptionally tight light-yellow pants. I recall wondering
as to how she was ever able to get herself into such tight pants. I rekoned
that she had to have help, it was impossible to get pants so small on her
all on her own. I rekoned it had to be the other two who had helped her.
They both also had very tight pants on, but maybe not quite as tight. When
the one with the yellow walked it looked from the front as if the pants were
going to cut her in half! She had a belt on around her middle, also pulled
in much tighter than her middle would normally allow. It actually looked as
if the belt was pulled in right underneath her ribs, she must have had
difficulty breathing, but she really looked stunning. Everybody was looking
at her and her friends, especially the boys. Needless to say, I didn't see
any of the guns or anything else on that ship, except for the three girls!
I made sure I kept around them, either in front or immediately behind them.
Of course, I had competition with a lot of othet guys who had the same idea,
each trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. For an outsider it probably
must have been a joke!

Anyhow, near the end of our tour of the ship, we were fairly high up on the
ship and suddenly we had to climb down a steel ladder from the upper deck
down to ground level (or whatever you call it on a ship). I climbed down
quite a few people ahead of the 3 so I could get a good view of them coming
down. You had to climb down backwards, it was a vertical ladder. The first
two came down and they looked stunning from down where I was. Then it was
the last one's turn, the one with the yellowish pants on. As she swung her
one leg over the side of the upper level it happened. Her pants split all
the way from the belt right round to the front, and she was not wearing any
underwear! I suppose there was no place for underwear under such tight
pants! It split more with a bang than with a rip sound, as you would
normally expect! I heard it above all the other noise on the ship! Of
course, everybody down on the lower level cheered and whistled! She was
totally helpless on the ladder, she could not let go to cover her backside
up! She had no alternative than to climb down those steps, it seemed to me
as if in slow motion! I would have given almost anything to have a camera
with me then! It was really something to behold!

When she got down among the croud I noticed she had tears in her eyes and
she was very red in the face. Being in a crowd all with the same thing in
their minds, I nevertheless (the pig that I am), got in a few good "feels"
of her behind and I will never forget that feeling of stressed, hard fabric
and the contrasting soft flesh bulging out under the pressure of the tight
pants! I followed them around,but they soon found a piece of newspaper that
they wrapped around her and I lost some interest. When I eventually left,
she was still crying, I wondered if it was because of the embarassment or
weather it was due to pain as now there was nothing to prevent the pants
from cutting right into her. The tight belt was really pulling the split
pants right up!

Anyhow, I am grateful for girls like her, I just hope this episode did not
put her off from wearing such tight jeans!

How my fetish started
I have always had a thing for tight jeans and basically anything that wedges
up between the crotch in females. My family would spend our weekends at a
campground during the summer every year and in the camper next to us was a
family that we've known for years. They had two daughters 13 and 15 years
old at the time. The oldest daughter, Michelle, was a cutie and me being an
awkwardly geeky tall and slender boy knew I had no chance at such a vixen.
Michelle had the habit of wearing 'too tight' gap jeans (appropriate name,
huh!) as her young body was filling up to womanhood, I'm sure she couldn't
keep up with buying clothes, so naturally as she grew and her pants stayed
the same size, a lovely cameltoe was the result in all her 'old clothes'. Me
having no chance at her in real life didn't keep me from thinking of her
often when my right hand was busy on my young dick. Even at 14 years old I
remember measuring it at 6 inches and was wishing that one day I could show
her what I had. I never got that chance but I got quite an eyeful one day
that I will never forget. (I am 31 now).

One lazy summer morning my dad and my neighbor were out talking and I could
not find any of my usual friends. Michelle I knew was in the camper watching
TV so I asked my neighbor if she was doing anything this morning. He said,
go see what she's doing, I'm sure she'll go for a walk with you up to the
gameroom (which was at the entrance of the campground)

With my dad and neighbor standing there talking, I looked into the camper
window and saw her laying on her back watching TV. Her usual 'cameltoe'
jeans were on, and her hand was rubbing her pussy back and forth through her
jeans going about 90 miles per hour. I was out of my mind dreaming of
fucking that sweet pussy when my neighbor jumped in standing only a few yards
away, "What's she doing?" I quickly turned around, "Oh just watching TV".
he then said, "Why don't you go in and get her". I said "nah..I'll just
walkk up to teh gameroom myself, let her know when she comes out I was
looking for her, she's in the middle of watching a movie I think". I then
took one more glance in the camper to check her progress and she was still
hot and heavy with a look of lust on her face.

Before I went to the gameroom, I quickly went our camper bathroom where I
jerked off and came in about 5 seconds. I then made it up to the gameroom
and jerked off again in the bathroom there as well. She came strolling into
the gameroom and hour later while I was playing a video game and I almost
dropped my joystick when I saw her wearing the tightest damn gap jeans I've
ever seen (God I miss the early 80's) with her vaginal lips swollen extra
large. As she was walking toward another part of the room, I looked at her
form behind and could see her bikini underwear lines crawling up her ass
which only made me lose my mind further. I still to this day have jerked off
many times to the pictures in my mind of that day. I even will forget the
partner I'm having sex with and try to remember that day watching her
masterbate through her jeans.

We all wonder how fetishes are started....that is how mine with female
masterbation and tight camel toe jeans started.




Maritza 1 - by Benjamin
This is a story I wrote for Meritza when I saw her first jeans pictures.
When I saw the first jeans picture of you in your jeans shorts, I thought it looked like some kind of holi-day picture. If I was at that place Iím sure I would have spotted you right away. A girl in a nice pair of jeans like yours has never escaped my eyes yet. I canít stop starring at your perfect ass in those Levis. I notice that your legs and arms have just the right suntan, which only makes you look even sexier. Since I have plenty of time that day, I decide that I have to see more of you. Itís like Iím being hypnotised, so I keep starring at your behind, as Iím walking right behind you for a while. I notice how your jeans caress your buns, and how the sewing in the middle is disappearing up between your cheeks. I think to my self, Jesus this girl must be hot in those jeans. Iím wondering if you are wearing anything underneathÖit occurs to meÖthat if your arenít wearing anything underneath the sewing in the front of your jeans could be rubbing up against your sweat clit. I start to fantasise about how your lips will be parted on each side of the sewing, and how moist that will make your jeans in the front. As Iím thinking about all this while Iím watching you from behind I start to get hard.
The temperature is about 35 C, which makes you feel comfortable, but you do also start to feel a bit sweaty, so you decide to go and buy your self an ice cream. As I see you heading towards an ice cream booth, I think to myself; this is my chance to get a bit closer to you. As you get in line, I make an effort to get right behind you, even if it means that I have to use my elbows. There is about 5 people in front of us, and itís very hard not to look down, and just admire your beautiful ass in those jeans. To be honest Iím having a hard time keeping my hands away. A sudden noise quickly takes me out of con-centration. I canít believe this; you dropped your wallet. This is just my day! You bend over to pick up the wallet, but you move very slowly, not to strain your self too much in the intense heat. As you bend over, I can see how your hips is getting wider, and how the denim is stretched to the maximum. The sewing in the middle comes out of your crack, and is completely visible to me now. To be honest I wish I could just take it out right there and then, and place it on your tight jeans ass. There is nothing like the feeling of soft and well-worn denim rubbing against once cock. Iím literally on the edge of ex-ploding by the sight you provide me. The sewing in the middle is so thick, that you wonít feel a thing if I touched you there for a second. Itís hot and the devil has got into me, so I take my chance and quickly drives my index finger from the bottom of the sewing to the top. All this is happening in a split second, so just as you get up again, I remove my finger, and take a step back while looking to the sides, mak-ing sure no one saw me.
Itís now your turn to make an order, and while you are doing that, Iím standing so close to you, that my rock hard dick rubs softly against your behind. Actually I can feel your buns on each side of my dick. Iím really taking my chances here, so of course Iím dead nervous. You move to the side, and walk awayÖitís now my turn to order something. I quickly order the first ice cream that I see on the board of choices. Iíve decided to stop this, while I havenít got a slap on the face yet, so I go and sit down at some of the tables that are next to the ice cream place.
I really needed that ice to cool me down. Iím looking down on my ice cream concentrating on not spill-ing it, when I hear a female voice, saying: "Excuse me sir. Do you mind if I sit here". I look up and to my surprise I see that itís you, you the girl with the jeans and the nice behind that Iíve been looking at for the last ten minutes. I reply: "No, of course not. Please sit down". You lick some of that ice cream in you, when you look up, and stare directly at me, when you say: "Do you think Iím stupid?". Pr. auto-matic I reply: "No, of course not. Why do you say that?". "Look buster, donít you think I know what went on behind me while buying this ice cream?". I can hear that you know everything, so Iíve decided not to play stupid and give you an apology. I say: "Iím so sorry, I donít know what happened over there. I only have a few hundred dollars on me to compensate for my misbehaving". You: "Do you take me for some kind of hooker? No, I have something quite else in store for youÖFollow me". Nervous as hell I walk with you away from the place. I donít protest though, because I know you could have me arrested on the spot for what I just did. We walk for about 10 minutes, when we come to a hotel. We proceed inside, take the elevator to the 10th floor. You get out your electronic key card, and open the door. I nervously walk inside, and I wouldnít be surprised if you had a boyfriend or husband there to beat me up or something. Therefore I got very surprised when you gave me a hard push, so I lost my balance and landed on the bed which was located in the far corned from the entrance door. You quickly positioned your self on top of me, with a leg on each side of my face, so I came to look directly into your jeans crotch. It occurred to me, that this might not turn out to be such a bad thing after all.
You move forward, reach behind my head, and pull my face into your crotch. "This is what you want isnít it", you say. I try to say that I just love a beautiful girl in a nice pair of jeans, and that jeans is actu-ally a fetish for me, but it all just comes out as mumble, because my face is so deeply buried in your crutch. I can smell your sweat pussy through the denim, and I since that you are moist already. I poke out my tongue out, and starts to lick the sewing in the front of your crotch. I lick you so hard that you can actually feel me through your jeans. I reach behind you to place my hands on your behind. My cock instantaneously gets hard, as I start to caress your jeans ass. I can just imagine how this must look from behindÖmy hands on your tight jeans ass. I drive my hands all over your behind and caress it.
With your right hand you grab the front of your jeans, and pull them as far up as you can. This makes the sewing in the middle separate your lips, so much that itís really visible from my point of view. I start to lick on each of the lips, on each side of the sewing. So you seem to like my ass in jeans, huh? Ė you say. You get up, turn around, and sits down again, but this time you sit directly on my face, and starts to wriggle a bit. This is making me crazy and I start to lick your Levis. After a few minutes your have a few spot right between your legs from all the licking. You can definitely feel the licking and my wet tongue through your jeans, and I smell all your sweat scents combined with your jeans too. I canít see anything for you, but I think I feel something going on between my legs, Iím not sure what you are doing. Anyway that doesnít matter anymore, because you decide to get up again, as you ask me, why I donít give you a back rub message. Naturally I would like to do that for you, so I go to find some message oil in the bathroom. When I come back, you have taken of your T-shirt, placed your self on the stomach on the bed. Still with your jeans on though. You have no idea of how sexy you look, lying with her jeans ass in the air. I strip of all my clothes, and place my self on your behind. I have a leg on each side of your ass, and I position my dick between your buns. I find it hard not to rub against you, however I start to put the oil on your back and shoulders, as Iím slowly rubbing it in, and messaging your shoulders. As Iím doing that, I slowly start to move back and forth on your sexy jeans ass. The look and feel of your butt is too much, so I position my face between your legs, so I look directly into your jeans ass. I move closer and start to lick you from behind. You spread your legs wider for me, as Iím starting to lick the sewing between your sweet cheeks. I like you all the way from your crotch to the upper back of the jeans several times. Then I start to lick and kiss the area between the sewing and the back pockets. Actually thatís one of my favourite places on a pair of girls jeans. As Iím licking and kissing you, Iím also messaging your behind which makes you kind of relax, but at the same time your pussy and rear hole is getting stimulated by my tongue and fingers on the outside of your jeans. I slowly start to rub a couple of fingers on your pussy, as I keep rubbing your pussy, while Iím using the other hand to message your buns, I can feel the moist between your legs, and you start to moan louder and louder. You ass is moving in circles as I keep rubbing your clit through the jeans at a faster pace. Unfortunately there is no room in the front of your jeans for me to get my hand down there, but on the other hand I just love when a woman comes in her jeans. I wonít let you come just like that though, so I get up again, and position my self on your butt, placing my dick between your buns. I lean forward, and whisper into your ear; "Now, Iím going to fuck your tight jeans ass babe". I place my hands on your shoulders, as I slowly start to move back and forth, I quickly pike up pace though, and start to fuck your denim ass harder and harder. You press back against me, to feel my dick as hard as hard as you can. I think to my self, that we are going to wear your jeans up if I keep fucking your ass as hard as this. I reach around you, and places my hand on your pussy again, to rub it as good as I can. You are shaking, and I hear small screams, that say: "Oh, yeah fuck me, fuck my tight Levis ass. Fuck my tight jeans". Suddenly you scream, and I feel great contractions in your crotch, this makes you collapse and fall flat on the bed, pressing my hand hard against your pussy, as I keep rubbing it as you start to scream. I can feel how you completely wet your jeans. This makes me come in a huge load too. Your ass is simply milking the juice out of me, and I just keep coming on your Levis is spasms. As Iím coming I feel another orgasm from you. To come at the same time, has always been number one for me, so this was just the perfect orgasms. We are both completely exhausted and worn out, so I stay on top of you for a few seconds. Before I move up to your face again, to give you a kiss on the cheek, as Iím saying "Thank you so much!". I take my hand away from your crotch, and of course I canít help smelling my fingers, they smell like honey. You get up to go to the bathroom, and on your way out there, I notice how your jeans are completely messed up. You have a great white stain on the back of your jeans, in a huge wet dark spot in front of them.
You turn around, to tell me, that you expect me to be gone when you get out again. I think itís best to follow your instructions, so I clean myself up a bit, get into my clothes again. This is maybe daring, but before I go I take out one of my card from my wallet, and place it on the small table on the left side of the bed. I turn around to take a last look at the room, before I turn around and leave the hotel.
Karen's story - by Pete
I've been with Karen for about a year. We moved together roughly 3 months ago. I was pretty proud of her. She was smart, great personnality and a killer body. Nevertheless, she didn't dressed provoca-tively, or very sexy. She had a couple of trim fit jeans and short skirts, but she was pretty the "middle of the crowd" dresser. Nothing to draw attention to her physique.
The other day, she came home with a pair or snug fitting stretch jeans. A first for her. She put them on right after dinner, and let me had a look.
"What do you think" she asked.
"Very nice" I said "but it would be even better if they weren't stretch".
She stared at me, startled.
"You really mean that?"
"Well" I said, a little embarassed "I do like a woman's butt in tight jeans".
"Oh really" she said with a smile. "I'll think it over".
We washed what was left of dirty dishes, and the subject wasn't brought back. I did managed to have a great look at her butt, taking great care to hand her pans that had to go on the bottom cabinets. I just loved to see her nice ass in that tight fabric... and she made her best to tease me with it...
The next day, when I came home from work, she called me as soon as I entered the house.
"Hi honey. I'm in the bedroom. Can you come, I think I need some help."
So I went. I almost froze at the the door. She was laying on her back on the bed, a pair of blue jeans up to her hips. They looked very, and I mean very tight. I must have had a pretty funny look, because she started laughing.
"Don't stand there, help me. I went back to the store today to pick a pair of tight, non-stretch jeans, like you said you liked. I tried one pair, and it was a little hard to put on, but I managed. I came back to the counter and paid, but I think the lady mixed up my jeans with someone else's because those are much smaller than the one I tried."
"If you can't fit in them" I said "why don't you simply go back and exchange them." Of course, I was hoping for the answer she was about to give me.
"Well, " she said with a wink "you said you liked a woman's butt in TIGHT jeans, so I think I'm gonna have a try. Wanna help?"
"Sure, of course". I was having a hard on, just to think at the look that will obtain.
I helped her get up from the bed, then grabbed the pants by the side, and pulled as hard as I could, while she was slowly "jumping" to help get up. When it seems to stop, we rubbed up each legs, getting as much slack, if there was such a thing left. Finally, the crotch reached the highest point, and came the process of zipping them. It was obvious that it wasn't going to be easy. I came back with a pair of long nose pliers, and I lowered Karen on the floor. I told her to let out as much air as possible from her lungs, and try to pull as hard as she can on each side or the zippers while I close it. It took four at-tempts to get the zipper fully closed. After that, closing the waist button was just a formality. Every seams wanted to rip off.
"Boy, this is tight" she said. "I have difficulty to breath".
I helped her get up. By that time, I had a real hard on, and she noticed it, rubbing it gently with her hand.
"That really pleases you, hey?
"Yes it does!" I said, looking at her butt.
She made a few steps. There wasn't any wrinkle from just over the knee to the waist. Only a small bend under each bun as she walked. She actually had to rock her hips to get one leg in front of the other.
"Wow. That feeling is stupendous! I like it! But I don't think I can go like that in public."
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, I can't sit, and I can't go to the bathroom alone".
"Like I said, you can get them back, and had a slightly less tight pair..."
"Oh, I'll defenitely get a less tight pair, but I'm keeping this one. It will be my "around the house" jeans." I couldn't be more pleased.
"So, now what?" I asked.
"I can't eat, that's for sure, so while you're having dinner, I'll find something to do."
And she did find something to do. I fixed myself a quick sandwich. Not that I wasn't able to make something more extensive, but because I didn't want to miss any of the show she was putting on. She decided to do a little dusting, walking, turning, bending, all making sure I was on the front seat to see it all. She really seems to enjoy it... and seeing my face!
After a while, we both sat on the sofa for some TV watching. Well, I sat, she more bend on the seat. I slowly rubed her thighs. I could feel the jeans, tensed to the breaking point. It was rigid.
"You know what looks good with that?" I said.
"No, but I got the feeling you'll tell me."
"High heels".
She raised her eyebrows.
"Really" I said. "Tight jeans and high heels goes well together."
She never wore high heels, saying that it was bad for the feet. To my surprise she answered:
"I'll think about it."
The next day, when I came home, she called me again in the bedroom, and we had that same exer-cise of putting the jeans on. After that was done, she went to the other side of the bed, then kind of step on her toes. She walked back wearing four inches heels pumps.
"That's making walking all more difficult. The stiffness of the jeans and the heels. Work with me if I don't look very sexy while I get use to all this."
"I'm not complaining at all. You're gorgeous!"
The next few weeks went like that. She was wearing the tight jeans and heels all the time at home. She kept cleaning the house in them. She even helped me renovate the basement dressed like that. It was very hard for me to concentrate on the work while watching her struggle to get up the ladder. She was getting quite used to the heels, so much that she started to wear them to go shopping, while wearing one of the more "street wearable" tight jeans. Some of my friends came to me asking if I had a new girlfriend. They simply hadn't noticed her before. And to her great pleasure, she was getting compliments on her figure! One more push to keep dressing like that. And I wasn't complaining. No sir!
Last weekend we went for some hiking in the mountains not far away. Of course, she wasn't wearing her tightest pair of jeans, nor her heels, for obvious mobility reasons. She was wearing stretch snug fitting jeans and hiking boots. It was a two day trip. We go up the mountain, sleep in the tent, and come back the next day. The weather was splendid. We reached the higher point, setup the tent, and make a small campfire. We spent a romantic evening, talking about the futur of our relationship. Once in the tent, we got undressed and ready to sleep, but she started to goof around, taking my stuff, and throwing it out of the tent. I played along, doing the same with her stuff. When the tent was almost empty and we had a good laugh, we decided to leave everything outside, and go to sleep, taking care of it in the morning.
In my excitement, it seems that I had thrown stuff a little farther that I had planned. The result is that her jeans landed on the fireplace. Althought the fire was out, it was at the time hot enough to ruin the jeans.
"Bah, don't bother" she answered to my demand of forgiveness "That was the stretching ones any-ways" she said with a smile. "I have a spare one in my bags."
She reached for her bag, opened it, made wide eyes, and I heard a distinctive "shit" coming out of her mouth.
"What's wrong. Forgot to pack them?"
"No, I do have them. That's the tight ones"
"So, not such a big deal. They're just a wee bit tighther than the ones you had."
"No" she said, "I have THE tight ones!"
Now, although I fully understand what she was going to go through, I was almost pleased by the situa-tion.
So, there we were, a 5 hours hike in the wood from civilisation, and all Karen had to put on was her tightiest pair of jeans. I was delighted at what the scenery for me would be like, but she wasn't that impressed, knowing what she was going to go through.
- Well, you can always go with your shorts.
- With all those bushes? I would be scorched to the bone half way down. And you know, the more I think about it, the more I think it could actually be fun.
To my wide eyes expression, all she had to answer is:
- Come on, get your pliers..
So we went by the usual routine of tugging, pulling, until the zipper was finally closed. I laced her shoes, because she was unable to bend enough to do it. We gathered the tent and the rest of the stuff and we were ready to go.
- You go first, I said. She looked at me, and winked. "I knew you were going to say that!"
And down the hill we went. She was walking in small steps. Going downhill was the easy part, but a mountain being a mountain, we had to go uphill a few times, and that's where it became hard for her.
- I can barely lift my leg enough to climb, she said. My hips are beginning to ache.
- There's about 100ft more to go. We'll take a break upthere.
On top of the hill, she sat down on a big rock, panting.
- You okay?
- Yeah, she said. I can manage.It's hard, but the feeling I get from the rubbing between the legs is awsome. I'm almost turned on. I feel I could just burst, she said, while rubbing her hands on the stiff and tensed fabric over her thighs and crotch.
- Now you got me turned on!
- I'm sure of that, she said laughing, but it's not the place to do it, and I'm afraid that, once out of them, I won't be able to put them back right away. I'm perspiring, and they're kinda damp.
- We'll be at the creek in one hour top. There we could ralax a bit more. It's all downhill from here to there anyways.
- Yeah, great idea. A little refreshment is in order. Lets's go.
She took the lead again. I was following, watching and appreciating all the moves her butt was making to walk in those tight jeans, and for a moment, I wondered if the seams will stand the ride..
We reached the creek by 3 hours after leaving the camping site. There was a cleared area on the other side of the waterway. There was no bridge. Only a few logs that we had to use to hop on the other side. We went together, holding our hands. Everything was going well until I slipped and ended up sitting in the water, wet up to my waist. Karen laughed so hard that she lost foot and went down in the water too. It was refreshing anyways. The usual "I will splash you more than you did" thing went on for a few minutes, after which we got out, soaking wet.
- Ooo, that cooling was needed, she said.
- And now, your jeans are all wet.
- So, yours too.
- Yeah, but mine are not tight like yours.
- Bah. I'll live with it. As a matter of fact, that bath loosen them a little. Come on, in an hour we'll be home, and I'll be out of them.
The rest of the trail was pretty flat, and mostly out of the trees shadow. The sun was bright and strong. And what do wet jeans exposed to direct heat?ÖSHRINK!
When we finally got to the car, Karen was panting her lungs out, she could barely walk because her hips were aching more than ever, and the now tighter jeans were compressing her legs even more, restricting the blood to the muscles. She pulled down the zipper so she can sit in the car, and she took a long breath. Her stomach almost sprung out. Once home, I had to use scissors to remove the jeans. We could see all the seams imprinted on her legs and thighs. We both took a shower and a little rest. She wore loose sweat pants for the rest of the day.
The next day, we both went back to work. The tight jeans adventure was not brought up. When I got home after work, Karen was already there, like usual, since she leaves her job one hour before I do. When I entered the house, I heard:
- Honey, is that you? Can you come to the bedroom? I need some help.
I went it, and to my surprise, she was waiting for me to close the jeans zipper again. I looked puzzled, but happy at the same time.
- Well, the other pair was ruined, and I needed another one. But seems I took the wrong size again. I have your pliers right here..
The end.
Home alone - by Susan
I gave my parents a final wave before their car disappeared around the corner. They were finally gone! A week in the country visiting dusty relatives gave me a long list of additional chores to perform around the house, all written up in note form and stuck to the fridge by plastic monkeys. Vacuum. Dust. Feed birds. Water plants. Remember to use rain water (there's enough there for the week) for cactus. It was just after nine in the morning and the sun was out. Only one thing needed immediate doing, and I had already planned my own way of doing it!
I ran up the stairs into my room and almost shut the door before remembering I was all alone. My heart was beating fast as I pulled off my dress and threw it on the bed, grabbing a second set of clothes from the cupboard. Watching myself in the mirror I slowly pulled on a pair of blue jeans, feeling them slide over my legs and become snug around my bottom and crotch. I admired their fit for a few moments, allowing myself to become aroused by the look and feel of the jeans. I could hardly wait! I gently rubbed my bottom and slid my hands around the front, sliding them down between my thighs, feeling the soft denim push against my crotch. I smiled and went back downstairs, and out into the backyard where the pool was waiting to be cleaned.
Taking the net out of the toolshed I found myself shaking with excitement. The urge was so powerful and it felt wonderful, and I started to rub my crotch again with one hand as I stepped onto the edge of the pool. The blue water seemed to call to me, and I felt drawn to it, to the brilliant, sparkling aqua deepness.
Slowly, I lowered a leg into the water. The way it rose up around my toes, foot and ankle felt so nice, and my heart beat faster as the hem of my jeans touched the water. Instantly the denim became dark as the water soaked into it, and as my foot steadied on the step I had to stop my hands-on activities. I was getting excited a little too soon, I thought. Nevertheless, now that one ankle was submerged I couldn't resist the water and I splashed in, the water riding high up the back of my legs, up between my thighs, splashing my bottom and crotch. The cool water was a shock as it soaked through my jeans, making them cling tightly to my body. The wet denim felt so erotic against my crotch and I couldn't wait any longer. With a little surge I stepped into the pool proper and submerged myself, feel-ing the water surge over me and my hair spread around my head. I stood up, water cascading down my upper body and felt the sun warm against my face. I looked down and saw the wavering dark lines that were my jean-clad legs, and as I moved the jeans seemed to resist. I walked back to the steps and up and out of the pool, looking down at my jeans the entire way. They looked so sexy, glistening in the sun and the way they plastered themselves to me made me feel so sexy. Water was streaming out of the hems and pooling around my heel, and I saw how the jeans lost their shine from the knees up as the water ran out. I was so turned on I was sure I would burst, and I ran to the grassed area of the yard and fell onto my knees, water squeezing loudly out of the wet jeans as my legs bent. With both hands I started to rub myself, squeezing the wet denim against my crotch and feeling the water run over my fingers. Falling backwards onto the soft grass I continued making love to my wet jeans and soon everything exploded with pure pleasure.
Now I'd really better clean the pool, I thought as I lay there, slowly catching my breath again.
Susan
The Business Trip - by Anonymous
The first morning of the conference was torturous. I figured nobody would
notice if I blew off the rest of the afternoon and took a walk around the
city. Shortly after the lunch break, I quietly made my way out of the
auditorium and headed for my room. I felt awkward dressed up in a suit and
couldnít wait to get into something more my style. It was only three months
ago that they promoted me at the office, told me that Iíd be travelling more
and that I had better start dressing up. Fashion consciousness was never quite
my thing. Tee shirts and jeans were what I felt most comfortable with. I
wished I were a man; Itís so easy for themÖ pick out a suit, white shirt, tie
and call it a day. Riding up in the elevator I was trying to remember what I
had packed the day before so early in the morning. I was hoping I had even
remembered to bring some casual cloths.

I emptied my duffel bag on the hotel room bed. Thank God, I thought as soon as
I saw an old pair of jeans, a couple of tee shirts and flannel shirt tumble
out. I stripped off my skirt and blouse with excited urgency. I picked up my
jeans only to realize at once that they werenít the ones I had meant to pack.
Fuck! I thought, I canít wear these! They were one my oldest and favorite pair
of Leviís 501ís, but because they had become so faded and torn I had long ago
stopped wearing them in public. The hem around the ankles was a mess of loose
threads, the knees were shot, there were tears right around the ass, exposing
my butt cheeks and, (donít ask me how this came to be), there was a big
threadbare worn spot right at my crotch. Worst of all, these jeans, which Iíve
owned since I was seventeen or eighteen, were just way too tight!

I sat on the bed absent-mindedly caressing the old 501ís wondering what to do.
They were so soft and they reminded me of so many great experiences when I was
still in college and more carefree. I wanted to feel them on me. I slipped out
of my panties and wiggled into my jeans. Damn they were tight! But when I got
them on and buttoned them up they felt so good. I stood up to check myself out
in the full-length mirror. I turned around, looking over my shoulder I nodded
approvingly at my butt. Damn Iíve got a nice body. I ran my hand up and down
from my waist to my knee, feeling the threads dangling from the tears, feeling
the shapely curvature of my butt and the bare skin of my ass cheeks. Then I
slowly moved my hand around and touched my crotch. I could feel the heat
radiating through that threadbare spot. With a little effort I was able to
tear some fabric apart and stick my index finger through a small hole and feel
my clit which was soaking wet. After a little probing I licked my finger and
only one thought ran through my head: Vibrator! Did I remember to pack it?
God, please, let me have packed it! Rifling through the emptied contents of my
duffel bag I found it, turned it on and slipped it through the same hole in my
crotch causing the denim to tear a little bit more. I fell back on the bed,
legs wide apart, knee bent over the edge. I moaned than screamed with
pleasure.
Morning Shower - by Debi
Finally. After going over and over in my head what I was going to say in this post, it's time to do it. last night after writing my msg. I decided to look around the site, and I ended up reading some of the sto-ries. Reading about girls peeing in their jeans really got to me. So guess what I did this morning. You guessed it!!! We live in a semi-rural area. We're within shouting distance of our neighbors, but we have plenty of privacy. Our backyard is about 150 ft long, and connected to that we have 2 acres of wooded land. That's where i decided to do it. In the great outdoors. So after my parents left for work this morn-ing, I put my plan into action. I had decided not to go to the bathroom in the morning, I wanted a full bladder, and I wanted to strain my muscles to the fullest. I put on a Guess Jeans T-shirt, that was a little short on me, it stopped about 3 inches above my belly button, and a pair of the funkiest old denim shorts that I could find. No panties, no shoes. I told my parents that I was going to go out and pick wild flowers, can you believe they believed that! I decided to wait a half hour to make sure that there were no unexpected trips back home. While I was waiting I got a basket, to put the flowers in, but really I stashed an extra pair of denim shorts. When you have to pee the pain can be unbearable, and it was, suddenly it went beyond pain, and my whole body started to tingle. The hair on my arms was standing on end. So I lifted up my t-shirt to check out my tits, and I couldn't believe how swollen my nipples were. They were completely engorged. They were HUGE!. I figured I'd better make my move now, or I'd either pass out, or pee out on the living room floor. When I got outside on the grass every step I took in my bare feet sent a wave throughout my body. By the time I got within 25 feet of the woods my body was so quivery and my eyes so blurry from the sweat in my eyes, I didn't know if I could make it to the woods. Well, I did, and within 10 feet of entering the woods I just let my muscles relax, and the pee started coming out in torrents. It was a lot like when my friend Beth from high school and I gave each others enemas and I contracted my sphincter muscles as long as I could, until it just exploded out of me. The peeing was like that, and it lasted a lot longer. After walking about 10 more feet into the woods my knees got so weak that I just leaned against a tree, spread my legs a lttle bit and just kept peeing. When I finally looked down at my denim shorts, they were drenched, and pee was running down my legs through both openings, and my shorts that were tight in the crotch to begin with. I don't know somehow the bottom seam the one running under the crotch, lodged between the lips of my labia, it was quite a feeling. Finally after about two minutes I stopped peeing and I was so exhausted that I just sat down with my back against the tree to get my thoughts together. Then out of nowhere, I just started gently sobbing. I don't know, maybe it was the pain, or the shame, or the embarassment, along with thrill and excitement of doing something forbidden . It was a real turn-on. After I stopped crying I waited a few minutes, then changed my denim shorts, and walked home. I don't think that I'll ever do that again, but I wouldn't change what I did for the world. It was one of the 10 greatest sexual turnons that I've ever had. And those funky shorts! I put them in a plastic bag and stuck them in the back of my closet. Twice since I got home, and once since I started typing, I've gone over and got the shorts and buried my face in them and just inhaled the scent. My scent, and it was great.
I probably won't be making anymore posts. This is a board for jean fetishes, and my fetish, I think you all know by now, is that a like to insert objects up into my rectum and vagina. Now if someone could come up with a way to connect the two, I'd be happy to give it a try, and report back to all of you. That is if it wasn't to dangerous or disgusting. I'll continue to monitor the board, and if someone replies to this msg, I''l respond. So I guess that's it. My vagina is a little bit sore from the balls last night and from my little adventure this morning. So i'll get out the baby lotion and work on my other favorite spot. Did you know that I have had five different people insert their finger into my rectum. My friend Beth, and her cousin Jennie. Sleepover, truth or dare, guess what my dare was! Then two of my ex-boyfriends, but I got to do it to them also. They liked the idea of doing it to me, but weren't to thrilled about me doing it to them, but I did them first! Finally, this one is a real turnon. I had to go to my doctor, and he wanted to give me a rectal exam. That was fine with me, he was young and cute, and had a rear end that would have looked good in tight jeans. He had to have a nurse in the room with us, and his nurse was real cute and wore glasses. While he was putting his latex glove on and lubricating his finger he told me to undo my jeans and slip them and my panties down just below my hips. When he told me that it might hurt a bit,I accidentally on purpose let my jeans drop. My panties fell to my knees, and my jeans ended up around my ankles. When he inserted his finger I gave out a pretty good moan, and the nurse put her hand on my shoulder to comfort me I guess. If she only knew!!!l
I better close before I tell you everything. Next I'll be telling that when I give a boy a b--- j-- I try to swal-low it all
Debi-ooooh

Louise's New House - by JeansWeb_UK
Louise loved her new house. She had been searching for about a year and had finally found what she had been looking for. It was a small secluded cottage a few miles outside a little town in the middle of nowhere. Her only problem was that she had very few items of furniture apart from the essentials Ė sofa and a couple of chairs, her bed, a wardrobe and the all-essential TV and VCR. How she was going to be able to find the money to fill her dream place was playing upon her mind that day. She decided to measure the upstairs rooms in order that she may visit a few shops over the coming weeks to purchase some items to help her.
It was after she had taken all the measurements that she noticed something strange about the dimen-sions she had taken. It appeared that there was some space Ďmissingí from the upstairs of her new place. She found some paper, a pencil and a ruler and decided to sketch out the layout of her rooms. Once done she noticed that there was a void in between her bedroom and the bathroom. A further search of the rooms surrounding the apparent void did not help; the walls seemed as solid as all of the others and there certainly wasnít a door leading to the Ďcupboardí or whatever it was.
The next day Louise sketched the layout of the ground floor and discovered that there too was a simi-lar space between the walls of the various rooms. ďWhat was it?Ē, she thought and decided to pay a trip to the DIY store to pick up a few pots of paint, rolls of wallpaperÖÖand a hammer and chisel so she could find out just what was behind those secretive walls.
While at the DIY store she also picked up a couple of padlocks to secure the old gate that fronted the long, winding path to her new property and a few eyebolts to hang her baskets of plants fromÖ..
On her return, she put down all her purchases in her sparse lounge and grabbed the hammer and chisel she had just bought. ďIíve just got to find out whatís behind that wallĒ, she though. As she chis-elled through the old, dry mortar she felt a slight chill about what she might find. ďMaybe itís something I really donít want to find?Ē, ran through her mind, ďA corpse, maybe.Ē She quickly pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind and told herself not to be so silly. Her over active imagination re-mained working as she slowly chipped out the first brick.
After about fifteen minutes she managed to ease the brick from itís place in the wall and stared through the small rectangular hole she had made. It was too dark to be able to see much but she could just make outÖ.something. It looked like some sort of chair that was attached to the wall. After removing a couple more bricks, Louise slid through the hole she had made and surveyed what she had found. The Ďroomí was bare with what looked like black rubber lining the walls but the most intriguing feature (and almost itís only one) was the contoured chair that she was facing. It was shaped to fit a personís hind quarters and thighs. Where her crotch would be placed was a upwardly pointing blunt moulding. She sat in the chair and found it Ďfittedí her shape just about perfectly, if a little snug. As she wriggled to get comfortable she noticed that the chair had straps hanging down each side which she presumed attached to the slots on either side of the top of the blunt moulding between her legs. Louise grabbed the ends of the straps and sure enough, they clicked into place firmly securing her to the seat. After a few seconds she pressed the button on top of the moulding and rather than releasing the straps as she had expected they quickly tightened forcing the soft rubber upright tight against her pussy. So shocked was Louise at the grip the straps now held her with, she almost didnít notice the whirring noise coming from underneath the chair. It built to a whine then suddenly the flexible shaft began to vibrate very strongly. Louiseís pussy was pressed so tightly against it that the vibrations were beginning to have an effect upon her. Through her jeans she could feel her labia begin to swell and her juices begin to flow. As she became more and more stimulated the straps tightened further until the vibrating rubber shaft began to force the seam of her jeans between her lips and press against her rapidly swelling clitoris.
Louise was enjoying herself immensely. She thought her new discovery was wonderful and as she rapidly approached orgasm her mind was reeling from the myriad of possibilities her new toy might be used for. Suddenly the noise and vibrations stopped. Louise was so close to coming she was wildly rubbing her crotch against the rubber shaft, wishing it would come back to life. Opening her eyes for just moment she got the shock of her lifeÖ..instead of the shiny black rubber covering the wall in front of her, there was now a door.
CHAPTER 2.
Although still incredibly horny, Louise was so surprised by the sudden appearance of the door she quickly stood up, letting the now released straps fall away from her lap. Her mind was trying to work out how the door could have materialised from thin air. Putting these thoughts to the back of her mind she decided that she would have to open the door since there was no other way to exit the small Ďroomí. She slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open. It was dark in the next room but quite comfortably warm. Louise felt for a light switch and her hand fell upon a small button which she pressed. Concealed lights gently began to glow around the large room, illuminating the space in front of her.
As she looked around Louiseís mouth dropped open in shock. Every direction she looked she saw strange shiny equipment that seemed to lend itself towards a dungeon chamber than anywhere else. In one corner was an open closet which appeared to contain dozens of garments all made of shiny rubber of all different colours. Louise approached this and ran her hands over the material which squeaked and rustled when she gripped it. After her experience with the vibrating chair all manner of kinky thoughts began to run through her mind since she knew that any mind capable of thinking up such a sexy device would easily be able to create even more depraved equipment and clothing.
She started to look through the hanging clothes and after a few minutes browsing came across a pair of panties that behaved as if they had a life of their own when moved. Pulling them off their hanger she realised that the reason they wriggled was because of the two dildos that were attached to the inside of the panties which must have been filled with mercury or some other very dense liquid. En-tranced by what she had discovered, Louiseís mind came back to the fact that she was still very horny and extremely damp between her legs so it seemed the obvious choice to try on the panties. Discard-ing her jeans and underwear she stepped into the rubber panties and pulled them up her legs. Parting her knees to stop them from falling down she positioned the front dildo at the opening of her pussy and gently began to ease the phallus into her willing hole. By this point Louise was so horny that her vagina was literally dripping with juice and she used some of this to lubricate the smaller of the two dildos that she was now about to insert into her anus. As she felt the head of this glide past her sphincter, Louise let out a long moan and the rest of the butt plug was drawn deeply into her ass. This movement was involuntarily transmitted to the front phallus which wiggled on its own accord, produc-ing another moan of pleasure from Louise. Realising just how sexy this was going to feel, she quickly pulled the panties up fully and felt the two dildos slide fully into place. Whenever she moved she now felt the two intruders shake and wobble deep within her pussy and ass causing her to moan almost constantly and her pussy moisture to liberally coat the inside of the latex knickers. Louiseís fingers rubbed her now very engorged and swollen clitoris through the thin rubber and she looked around the room for some other kinky devices to heighten her mounting pleasure even more.
In the far corner she saw what looked like a saddle mounted upon a pole in the floor, only it was deeper than a normal horses saddle, almost like an upturned ĎUí. ďThatís perfect to mount myself ontoĒ, she though and somewhat bow-legged, walked over to it and climbed on. The saddle was slightly too high for her to put both feet on the ground and while trying to balance so as to gain the maximum pressure on the two dildos she saw that there were stirrups bolted into the floor on either side of the saddle. She put first one foot into the stirrups, then the other. Unfortunately she could not get enough purchase on the loops to properly support herself so she put her feet further into the loops so they were around her ankles. As she pulled on the stirrups to press her wet crotch onto the saddle a sound began. Startled, Louise realised that the seat had started to rise slowly from the floor pulling her legs straight and taught and pushing the wiggling rubber dildos fully home up her butt and cunt.
Once she was tightly stretched, the saddle started to vibrate strongly making the two intruders shake and wobble deep within her two holes. Beginning to forget her situation, Louise was in ecstasy. She quickly began to orgasm over and over again, not just moaning anymore but screaming out load with pleasure. Her whole body just yelled with wild abandon as she rode her vibrating stallion.
After fifteen minutes, Louise was sweating profusely and so exhausted she felt as if she were about to pass out. She had been climaxing almost constantly and knew she could handle no more of the shak-ing inside and outside her soaking pussy. As if the machine knew this, it gradually began to slow its vibrations down and eventually stopped, slowly lowering back down. She almost fell as her feet touched the floor since her mind was still racing from what had just happened Ė she had had the big-gest orgasm of her entire life. Her pussy was still spasming around the shaft inside her and her anus was twitching around the base of the plug up her ass. On her knees, Louise removed the loops from her ankles and began to regain her senses. After her experience all she wanted to do now was go back to her normal life for a while and relax. Once her breathing had returned to normal she walked back towards the door she had entered by and noticed a small sign on it reading ďElevator.Ē Once inside she sat back on the moulded Ďchairí and strapped herself in. The elevator began to rise and the vibrations of the seat began again in earnest. The straps tightened and it was then that Louise real-ised that she was still wearing the now quivering dildo panties. This was more than she could take and before she reached her floor she had fainted in an orgasmic haze.
Louise awoke curled up in her bed. She felt wonderful and lay there for a while thinking about the kinky, freakish dream she had just experienced. It had seemed so real. As she got out of bed and headed for the shower the pair of dildo panties caught her eye and she stood still, realising that her dream had not been a dream after all.
CHAPTER 3
Louise spent over half an hour in the shower thinking about her experiences the previous day. Her somewhat conservative upbringing made her feel slightly ashamed at her complete abandon with the perverted apparel, but she was also excited at the way she had behaved. She justified her actions by telling herself that she had hurt nobody, had made the decisions about what to do by herself and that no-one would ever need to know her secret. She also wanted to desperately go back down into the debauched room.
All day at work she could think of nothing else but what she had done in her under-house playroom and knew that as soon as she got home she would have to pay a visit to the room again. During her mid-morning break she sat drinking her coffee and wished she had worn the dildo panties to work. During lunch she went to the restroom and while rubbing her clit imagined herself on the bizarre vibrat-ing saddle machine. All afternoon she wondered just what other kinky devices the room held. She almost ran to the car park once she had finished work.
Back home she decided she needed a plan of action before she embarked on another visit to the room. Louise prepared an evening meal of salad and cheese Ė something light Ė and headed for her room to begin her evening.
First she discarded all her clothes then grabbed the dildo panties. Next she took out a large tube of lubricant she had bought during her lunch hour. Third, she went to the toilet and expelled as much out of her bowels as possible. Once done, Louise approached the hole in the wall she had made the pre-vious day and entered what she now knew to be the elevator. Sure enough, the moulded seat with itís straps was there; she was ready this time. Before sitting down in the Ďchairí she liberally applied some of the lubricating jelly to the rubber upright and then some to her moistening labia. On sitting down she manoeuvred herself into a comfortable position with her vaginal lips parted around the soft shaft of the seat. This allowed her clitoris to lightly press against it. ďHere goes!Ē, thought Louise as she grabbed the straps and pushed them into position at the top of the shaft. She felt the expected whine of the electric motors as the elevator began to move and the straps around her thighs began to tighten. Because of the lubricant, the soft shaft spread her pussy lips further apart and the hood of her clit gently lifted to allow the now insistent vibrations to be transmitted directly to her most sensitive spot.
After a minute or so of this intense stimulation, Louise was astoundingly horny but was desperately staving off an orgasm in preparation for the events which lay ahead in the room. At last the elevator stopped its descent and the straps across her lap fell away. By this time, Louise was breathing heavily Ė not only from the vibrations of the seat, but also from the machinations of her mind, imagining what kinky adventure she might embark upon tonight.
Upon opening the door to Ďher roomí she was once again greeted by the dim, concealed lighting and she walked straight up to the closet where she knew there must be all sorts of exciting clothing to ex-periment with. Louise opened the door and started to select her outfit for tonight. First came a pair of red latex stockings, then a matching pair or red high heeled shoes. After a moments thought she also selected a red rubber garter belt (she had decided to leave her pussy bare since she liked the thought of being clothed but free at her most sensitive spot). A red latex bra came next and after a further look upon the shelves of the closet she picked up a soft leather collar to set off her skimpy outfit perfectly.
Louise donned the garter belt and pulled the latex stockings up her legs. They seemed to slide up her legs easily and she made a mental note to buy some talc for future use. Once clipped to her gar-ter, she added the shoes and slipped the bra over her head, revelling in the feeling of compression that the rubber gave her. The collar was the final item she adorned herself with and she gazed at herself in the full length mirror next to the closet. She was still amazed with her new-look pussy Ė she had shaved it completely of hair and loved the image of her swollen and damp lips being seen so clearly in the reflection of herself half-encased in rubber.
Now suitably clothed, Louise decided to explore a little further around the room without jumping onto the first item of pleasure she came across, so to speak. The first thing she looked at was a set of shelves, upon which were all sorts of sex toys; vibrating dildos, inflatable dildos, butt-plugs, ben-wa balls, nipple clamps, you name it, it was there. The next set of shelves contained masks of all shapes and sorts; some full-face, some just ĎBatman-likeí thin latex half-face, some with built-in ball gags and some gags were simply inflatable balls designed to fill the recipientsí mouth.
Moving past the shelves of pervy gear, Louise moved on to the various type of larger equipment in the room. The first thing she came across was a kind of vaulting horse with a two dildos protruding up-wards, one at a slight angle. They were obviously for both holes, one being somewhat smaller than the other. The odd thing about the front phallus was that it had a kind of circular cup around itís base and the other noticeable thing was the tube connected to the rear dildo which led to a small hand pump.
Without going any further, Louise decided to try this one out. She mounted the horse and after lubri-cating and positioning the rubber intruders correctly, gently eased herself down onto the two dildos. They filled her nicely and she began to rock back and forth on the two cocks. As her excitement started to grow she remembered the pump attached to the butt dildo and gave it a few experimental squeezes. Her rectum filled in response to her hand and she soon found that she was
Reply With Quote


Current rating: + 5
The Following 13 Users Say Thank You to coolmccool For This Useful Post:
94R (06-29-2014), Agito (09-11-2008), dalopon (02-25-2012), delpiero99 (06-16-2010), edro_roll (12-17-2009), G1E1O1R1G1E (09-11-2007), Mr D (09-10-2014), ObsidianDeath (04-06-2008), puppyluppy (12-08-2008), shaun91c (06-29-2014), Surimi (07-20-2008), wildlymild (05-10-2013), zl00pedragl0ver0 (09-26-2014)
  #2  
Old 11-10-2004, 08:34 AM
bulgelover's Avatar
Cameltoe Grandmaster
  
 
Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: Germany
Posts: 2,263
Thanks: 5
Thanked 828 Times in 352 Posts
Nominated 22 Times in 20 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
bulgelover has reached Contributor's Lounge reputation level [3] bulgelover has reached Contributor's Lounge reputation level [3] bulgelover has reached Contributor's Lounge reputation level [3] bulgelover has reached Contributor's Lounge reputation level [3] bulgelover has reached Contributor's Lounge reputation level [3] bulgelover has reached Contributor's Lounge reputation level [3]
Default

It`s difficult for me to understand because my english skills are not very well.

"Trotz alledem" thank you for this post
__________________
Toematoe
Reply With Quote


  #3  
Old 11-11-2004, 04:43 AM
Cameltoe Newbie
  
 
Join Date: Nov 2004
Posts: 21
Thanks: 0
Thanked 16 Times in 15 Posts
Nominated 0 Times in 0 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
brent is an unknown quantity at this point [0]
Default

that was great.
Reply With Quote


  #4  
Old 11-11-2004, 06:13 PM
Cameltoe Master
  
 
Join Date: Nov 2004
Posts: 1,349
Thanks: 4,370
Thanked 171 Times in 150 Posts
Nominated 0 Times in 0 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
ramses2 is on a distinguished road [1] ramses2 is on a distinguished road [1]
Default

good post !!!!
Reply With Quote


  #5  
Old 12-13-2005, 09:38 PM
jeansweb's Avatar
Senior Cameltoe Moderator
  
 
Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: UK
Posts: 1,561
Thanks: 2,011
Thanked 1,892 Times in 397 Posts
Nominated 63 Times in 24 Posts
Nominated Best thread awards: 1
jeansweb has earned a great cameltoe-reputation in this community [6]
jeansweb has earned a great cameltoe-reputation in this community [6]
Talking Re: some stories i found - first post !!!

Just noticed.....

Thanks for the compliments coolmccool! There isn't any copyright.....

JeansWeb
Reply With Quote


  #6  
Old 10-15-2006, 06:25 AM
Cameltoe Master
  
 
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: India
Posts: 768
Thanks: 467
Thanked 114 Times in 112 Posts
Nominated 0 Times in 0 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
guru50 is an unknown quantity at this point [0]
Default Re: some stories i found - first post !!!

Grand stories !! Felt like being with Louise and enjoy !!!
Reply With Quote


  #7  
Old 04-18-2010, 03:04 PM
Cameltoe Addict
  
 
Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: Canada
Posts: 178
Thanks: 20
Thanked 63 Times in 61 Posts
Nominated 0 Times in 0 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
velvettongue is an unknown quantity at this point [0]
Default Re: some stories i found - first post !!!

Nice stories you collected....got any more? Thank you!
Reply With Quote


  #8  
Old 07-31-2010, 12:04 PM
Cameltoe Lurker
  
 
Join Date: Jul 2010
Location: goergia
Posts: 1
Thanks: 1
Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts
Nominated 0 Times in 0 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
Toe Eater is an unknown quantity at this point [0]
Default Re: some stories i found - first post !!!

that was tasty and fun need more like that
Reply With Quote


  #9  
Old 11-27-2010, 03:55 AM
delpiero99's Avatar
Cameltoe God
  
 
Join Date: Feb 2010
Posts: 3,104
Thanks: 3,820
Thanked 5,494 Times in 796 Posts
Nominated 129 Times in 67 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4] delpiero99 has earned a nice cameltoe-reputation in this community [4]
Default Re: some stories i found - first post !!!

nice collection.. thank you...
Reply With Quote


  #10  
Old 06-29-2014, 05:07 AM
shaun91c's Avatar
Cameltoe Expert
  
 
Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: GA
Posts: 571
Thanks: 3,268
Thanked 148 Times in 58 Posts
Nominated 4 Times in 3 Posts
Best thread awards: 0
shaun91c is on a distinguished road [1] shaun91c is on a distinguished road [1]
Default Re: some stories i found - first post !!!

Thanks for the stories. Awesome !!!!!
Reply With Quote


Reply

Tags
stories
Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are On
Pingbacks are On
Refbacks are On


Similar Threads
Thread Thread Starter Forum Replies Last Post
*outdated* Post your best celebrity female toe,, Cameltoe_Man Graveyard 34 11-10-2008 09:12 PM
My last min. X-mas post (12/25/06) the_beautiful_ones Cameltoe Movies 2 12-29-2006 10:07 AM
Why so few cameltoe stories? toelovr Cameltoe Stories 7 10-17-2006 05:28 AM
My first post - 3 highrez rnoaf Graveyard 3 11-07-2004 06:06 PM


All times are GMT -5. The time now is 10:38 PM.


Celebrity and Sports Girls Forum
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.4
Copyright ©2000 - 2017, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
LinkBacks Enabled by vBSEO 3.3.2 © 2009, Crawlability, Inc.
Page generated in 0.73454 seconds with 16 queries