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Subject: {ASSM} The Pleasure Day [F, mast, intense, ws, rom, mild scat]
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Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 01:10:02 -0400
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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.

---- The End ------

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