Posted by Narada on October 19, 2009 at 00:01 [211.30.209.87]
I was all set to continue the Holly's Tale series, but after the less than stellar reception for Part 6(ONE COMMENT? REALLY?? Ok, it was a slightly reworked version of a story I already posted, but still...), I came up with a sequel to Capricia(Prisha) Noble's story. I had intended to stop after the first one, but I came up with more ideas. There was so much I came up with that I decided to split it into two parts instead of doing one long story. Part 3 will be the last part(I think...). This is yet another story where the two main leads don't have full on sex! WTF??
You can find Part 1 here:
http://www.wetset.net/pp-bbs/messages/107703.htm
Fallopia and Testikles are TM and copyright 2009 Infinity Studios/Mugen Press, Inc.
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The Babysitter Part 2
by
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Harry old boy, you`ve become a fuckin` cliche; the dirty old man who screws his kid`s babysitter. This cock stiffening thought shot through Harry`s mind as he waited for Capricia (Prisha), his pubescent paramour, in the driveway of her home. It was Wednesday, the day new comic books arrive, their own personal holiday. Every Hump Day, Harry would take a personal day from work and Prisha would play hooky from school. They would then meet up and go to their favourite comic shop, Fantasy Masterpieces, where they would spend hours browsing the new books and back issues before they left with huge stacks of brightly coloured funny books(as the boyfriend--Prisha had refused to continue their relationship unless they were "going steady"-- Harry was obliged to buy Prisha`s comics as well as his own).
"Hey, champ!" Prisha beamed, jarring Harry from his reverie.
"Hey sexy." Harry kissed her on the cheek as she hopped into the car. "Pree...you`re a bit overdressed for a comic book run!"
"What, this old thing?" Prisha laughed. She was wearing a silky yellow button down blouse, black miniskirt, white stockings, and yellow high-heeled pumps. Her reddish-brown hair was bound into a severe little bun at the back of her head. "I just felt like dressing up today, babe."
"Every fanboy in the store`s gonna be checking you out."
"Really?" She gasped. "I hadn`t thought of that!" While she spoke, Prisha undid the top buttons of her blouse and exposed her golden cleavage.
"You totally get off on being leered at by men, don`t you?"
"If you want us to make it to the comic shop alive, I suggest that you stop staring at my tits and keep your eyes on the road!"
"Shit!" Harry swerved to avoid a car turning ahead of them. "Prisha, you know those bad boys are like magnets to my eyeballs."
"Should I put `em away?"
"Hell no!" Harry smirked and cupped the breast nearest him with his free hand.
"You`re such a dirty old man", Prisha teased, playfully slapping his hand away. "Luckily, I fucking adore dirty old men...."
At the comic shop, Harry constantly lifted the back of Prisha`s skirt, squeezed her ass, and asked quite loudly "Did you make a doody yet?" Prisha would merely giggle and dash off to another aisle of comics, Harry quickly followed and flipped up her skirt again. The fanboys (and girls) milling about surreptitiously checked out Prisha`s ass and silently wondered why her white cotton "granny panties" were covered by a jumbo pair of plastic underpants. The answer was simple: as Harry learnt the day they met, Prisha had a lot of accidents. Prisha had a rare condition that made it almost impossible to hold in her movements, both liquid and solid. The moment she felt the urge to go, she had less than a minute to make it to a toilet before she involuntarily soiled herself. She had been forced to wear adult diapers since middle school; a little online browsing in her early teens led her to a company that made fashionable diapers that came in multiple colours and resembled panties. Happily, her insurance paid for them and sent her a new supply each month. Prisha rarely bothered using the toilet anymore after getting them; she simply "did her business" in her diapers(she wasn't wearing them the day she met Harry because she had used up her monthly supply). Gradually, the act became very erotic to her and she would wind up pleasuring herself as she filled her diapers. She never told any of her boyfriends before Harry about her desires...something about him made her open up to him completely. It was a happy coincidence that he was into watching girls soil themselves. That day at the comic shop, Prisha was wearing a regular pair of white cotton "granny panties" with a pair of plastic undies over them; this was because Harry wanted to watch Prisha as she messed her panties.
"Did you make a doody yet?" Harry exclaimed suddenly, flipping up her skirt again.
"Asshole!" she giggled. "Doody? What are you, twelve?" She sashayed over to a cardboard standee of Fallopia, Amazon Princess, next to which were a table full of hardbound collections of the woman warrior`s adventures. "Ooh, you have GOT to get this for me!"
"Fallopia?!? I didn`t know you were into tits `n` ass books."
"Are you kidding? I fucking LOVE girls, man!" Prisha leaned over the table and thumbed through the book. Harry moved behind her, ostensibly reading over her shoulder while he was actually keeping an eye on her ass and waiting for the magic to happen. At the precise moment that Prisha reached a salacious spread of Fallopia being stripped of her Battle Bra and Power Panties by her enemy Testikles(when a male strips her naked, Fallopia loses her powers), Prisha`s bowels let loose. A huge poo log squeezed out of her bumhole, curling into a U shape as it met resistance from Harry`s crotch.
"Fuck," she sighed and buried her face in the book as her bladder sprung a leak and flooded her panties--luckily, the plastic pants held it all in. Harry rubbed his hard on against her poopy bum for a bit before he was interrupted by the throat clearing of a spikey haired blonde who was standing in front of them with her arms folded. It was Sam, one of the girls who worked the register.
"Do I need to turn the hose on you horndogs?" she jeered.
"Sorry, Sam!" Harry and Prisha said in unison. They hopped up and ran off. They spent the rest of the afternoon picking out their weekly comics, Harry constantly pinching Prisha`s poo log and stroking her ass almost non-stop as they did so. When the two lovebirds finally made it to checkout, Harry held up Prisha`s skirt so that the guy behind them(a chubby, bespectacled Black guy wearing a blak jacket and a similarly hued knit cap with Chicago on it) could see the mess in her knickers.
"Capital", he mumbled under his breath(his rather stupid catchphrase for an exceptionally hot girl or remarkable parts of her anatomy).
Prisha glanced over her shoulder and flashed that hypnotic smile of hers. "I had a little accident," she explained. The guy looked like he was about to jizz himself; he moved his stack of comics in front of his crotch to hide his growing hard on. All the patrons in line behind him craned their heads around him to watch the wanton display. There was an audible gasp as Harry slapped Prisha hard on the ass.
"Just wait til I get you home," he said. "I`ll learn you not to mess yourself in public!"
"Sorry, Daddy," Prisha cooed in the most babyish voice she could muster, rubbing her ass and exposing even more of her mess.
"Are you two hams finished?" Sam sighed as she bagged their comics. She was well used to their antics by now, and even a little turned on by them. "You two need to film this shit and put it on X-Tube," she smiled.
"We'll think about it!" Prisha beamed and handed the bags to Harry. "See ya!" She put her arm through his and pulled him through the door. She could feel dozens of eyes boring a hole in the back of her head, so she decided to give them one last flash. She bent over and raised her skirt as high as she could get it and spanked her ass with both hands. She knew that a dozen mobiles were taking pictures of her shitty ass and smiled wickedly. The second they climbed into Harry's car, Prisha was so mad turned on that she went down on him right there in the parking lot. She swallowed every last drop of his dickload and then gave him a wet sloppy kiss(she wouldn't blow him unless he agreed to taste his spew every once in awhile). "I hope you didn't get any jizz on my mutant books!" she laughed.
When they got back to Harry's place, Prisha sat in Harry's lap and read the Fallopia collection out loud to him whilst she ground her poopy ass against his dick: he came twice in a row! Prisha's poo log had migrated between her legs a bit, so her grinding got her off as well.
"Oh godddd..." she moaned after she came. "T-the kids'll be home soon...I-I should go make dinner."
"Come take a shower with me first..." Harry sighed, pulling her toward the bathroom. He slowly undressed her until she stood before him in her shit filled knickers. They stepped in the shower where he got on his knees and nibbled on her ass. He then slowly pulled down her panties and licked her shitty asshole until it was clean.
"Fuck...FUCK!" Prisha screamed as she savagely pawed at her womanhood. She came hard and fell to the shower floor, trembling like mad. Harry jerked off over her, his cum spraying wildly over her quivering body. "Godd..." she moaned, sitting under the steamy water. "I cannot fucking wait until next Wednesday!"
END PART 2
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