TIGHT JEANS : Are you turned on by guys even girls in tight jeans. The site of a coolyoung guy, his bum, his outline, the rest to the imagination makes mewild, does it make you wild?I am going to start a new site on tight Jeans, I have had many e-mails onthis subject and there does not seem to be a good site we can view out ourfanticies.I need your? we need pleanty of pics to start this site can you help?If you have any photos please e-mail me with them for inclusion on the newsite, if you have a poloroid, get them tight jeans on and get snappingaway, so we can all enjoy what youve got, If your shy dont show your facejust a good shot of what youve got, from all angles, you can even do asnap by snap strip and pose.Please help, any storys or dreams on the subject of TIGHT JEANS let meknow, I can include this on the new site.
TIGHT JEANS : I would like you to wear skin tight blue jeans,with no panties on underneath.The jeans will have a grease nipple stitched in at the crotch betweenyour legs.The jeans will be sealed at the bottom of your legs with nylon cableties.The jeans will be finely woven and very tight so no leak can occur.You will be hung upright from rafters by the tight belt around yourwaist.Your legs will be held slightly parted by a one foot piece ofbroomshank each end secured to one of your ankles between your legs.Your hands will be tied tightly around your chest such that all youcan accomplish by moving your hands will be gropeing your own breasts.I will then attach a fully loaded pump-action grease gun to the greasenipple sewn between your legs.You feel the first sign of the cold grease beginning to enter yourjeans. It feels gooey as the grease spurts around the lips of yourcunt. You also feel it begin to touch your arsehole. It continues upalong the crack of your arse.
TIGHT JEANS : The grease begins to fill up the front of your jeans. A little of itbegins to find its path easier into your vagina, as it gently partsyour lips with each spurt of the grease gun handle I make.There is so much grease now inside your jeans that it begins to creepdown your upper legs. It fills your inner thighs and tries to continuedown your legs toward your calfs but is more impeded the further itgoes by its own viscosity and the increasing tightness of your alreadyskin tight jeans.The grease now increasing in pressure forces a path from the crack ofyour arse outward across the moons of your arse forcing the jeans tofeel still tighter around your buttocks.You notice now the grease entering further into your cunt filling itup slowly with each spurt of grease.Your jeans bulge noticably around your inner thighs, buttocks and yourvaginal mound with the sheer volume of grease inside your jeans. Thegrease pressure is so great now it has nowhere further to expandexcept your arsehole. It forces its way up into your arsehole. Stillthe pressure builds.
TIGHT JEANS : Your cunt is now completely filled with grease. It has been severalminutes since it first entered your rectum. You flinch a little as thegrease has entered your arse so much that you feel you desperatelyneed a shit.The stitching of the jeans begins to give with the sheer pressure ofgrease you and the jeans are exposed to.The jeans finally give and shoot the grease around your arse out ontothe floor.I grab a chair, stand on it, and reach up to you. I am naked. I grabyour thighs with both hands. There is a rip in the jeans right at yourarsehole.I put my hard cock against your greasy arsehole. I slowly force itinside your arse pushing the grease in your arse further inside you. Islip my right hand past the belt at the front of your jeans. three ofmy fingers slip into your greasy cunt and the ball of my hand restsagainst your clit in the still tight jeans.
TIGHT JEANS : Hi everybody! My name's Wendy, and I want to share a story with you about aninteresting experience I had last summer while shopping for a new pair ofjeans. Before I start, I'll tell you a little about myself. I just turned 20years old. I'm petite -- 5'2" and about 105 lbs. My measurements are32A-22-34. I have naturally blonde hair (really) which I perm and wear justabove my shoulders. People tell me I have a baby face, and I take that as acompliment. In the summer I try to keep a bit of a tan, but not too much.Being as small as I am, I'm what most people consider "cute" rather than"pretty." Last summer I was home from college. A guy that I hadn't seen sincehigh school called and asked me out. I was surprised and excited that heremembered me, and I gladly accepted. I was eager to look my best for him, sothe day before the date I decided to go buy a new pair of designer jeans towear. You know the type I'm talking about -- so tight they look like they'repainted on. On my small frame, my bottom is the only part of my body that'sshapely, and I like to show it off as best I can. I walked into a women'sclothing store and was greeted by a tall, slender saleswoman who appeared tobe in her late twenties. "May I help you?" she asked politely. I told herwhat I was looking for. When I told her the size (which was obviously smallerthan what I normally wear), she looked me over and grinned slightly beforeheading for the designer jeans section. I followed behind her as she walked.She was attractive, with long, flowing black hair and dark skin. She wore avery short, light gray dress and black stockings that accentuated her long,slim legs. The woman handed me a pair of jeans and said, "Here, you can trythese on over in the dressing room." After entering the dressing room, Iquickly kicked off my tennis shoes and removed my shorts. I sat down andproceeded to pull the jeans up my legs. For those of you who have never triedto put on a pair of tight -- I mean really tight -- jeans, I can tell youthat there are few tasks in life that are more difficult. When I got them upto my hips, I pulled and pulled, trying desperately to get them over my butt.I was able to get them part of the way up, but no further. Whenever I go outwearing tight jeans, I carry a pair of pliers in my purse to help me get thejeans on and off, like when I go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I forgot tobring pliers with me that day. I figured that maybe the saleswoman could helpme somehow. I opened the door of the dressing room slightly and peeked out.She was right outside. Not wanting any of the others in the store to hear, Iwhispered my predicament to her and asked if she could give me a hand. Shesmiled knowingly and replied, "Sure." She came into the dressing room andshut the door. "Oh my, you do have quite a problem here," she quipped afterexamining my situation. "Turn around and hold your arms straight out in frontof you. Lean forward with your hands against the wall." I did as she asked,feeling like I was about to be frisked. Suddenly, realizing that my thongpanties left my bottom exposed to the woman, I felt a little embarrassed. Shestepped up behind me, gripped the top of the jeans, and began tugging themup. I tried to help by holding my breath. The woman seemed to know what shewas doing. She would pull one side up a little and then do the same onanother side, and so on and so on. It felt kind of funny to have her touch mybutt and hips. Her hands even grazed the crotch of my panties a couple oftimes. In less than a minute, she had inched the jeans all the way up. Shegently grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so that I was facing her.She reached down and yanked the zipper up. Then she slipped her finger insidethe front of the waist and fastened the snap. She backed up, as if to admireher work, and asked me, "Well, how do those feel? Too tight?" God, they fitlike a second skin. I was barely able to breathe. I tried to crouch down justa little, and I could hardly move. "They're perfect," I gasped. "Turn aroundand let me see," the saleswoman requested. Without saying a word, I did asshe asked. "Mmmm, those look great on you," she said. I looked at thereflection of my ass in the mirror. She was right. I looked pretty hot, if Ido say so myself. "I'll take them," I said excitedly. "Great. Do you want towear them out of here, or shall I help you take them off so I can wrap themup?" she inquired. It was hot outside, so I told her I wanted to put myshorts back on. "OK then. Sit down on the bench," she told me. I did andleaned back on my elbows. She knelt in front of me and snaked her fingersdown the front of the jeans and unfastened the snap. Then she quickly pulledthe zipper back down. "Raise up off the bench a little," she directed menext. I had to hold my arms stiff and straight down so that I could grab theedge of the bench to lift my rear up. That position was not at allcomfortable. I wondered why she wanted me to sit instead of stand. Shereached underneath me and began tugging the jeans down over my bottom. Justas before, I felt the soft touches of her hands on my naked ass. Next, shepulled the front down a little, gently grazing my panty-covered pussy.Steadily, she worked the jeans down, using the same technique that she hadused earlier to get them on me. Then, she grabbed the waist on both sides.All at once, she gave a mighty tug and pulled the jeans completely off myhips and down to my knees. The force surprised me, and I struggled to keepfrom losing my balance. I looked down and was horrified to see that not onlywere the jeans pulled down, but my panties had gone with them! There I was,with my pussy completely exposed in front of a woman I didn't even know.Before I could say anything, she spoke. "Oops. Sorry about that." She wasstill on her knees on the floor in front of me. "I'll take care of that," shesaid. With that, she quickly grabbed the jeans and panties and pulled themboth completely off! "What are you doing?" I said to her in an alarmed tone,but quiet enough so no one else in the store could hear. "Just enjoy it,cutie," was all she said, and quick as a cat, she stood up between my legsand was on top of me. She shoved me backwards and pinned both my shoulders tothe wall. I tried to push her off, but I couldn't get any leverage. Then, sheleaned forward and pressed her lips onto mine and began kissing me forcibly.I tried desperately to turn my face away, but she was too strong andpersistent. She held me firmly and continued her assault on my mouth.Needless to say, I was in a panic. There I was in a dressing room,half-naked, being kissed heatedly by another woman. I was afraid to screambecause I didn't really want to create an embarrassing scene. I continued tostruggle against her, but I couldn't escape her strong hold. After severalseconds with the woman's lips locked to mine, I realized she wasn't actuallyhurting me, so I relaxed a little and tried to gather my thoughts. She musthave felt my resistance wane, because the next thing I knew her tongue was inmy mouth. I couldn't believe it. I wondered just how far she intended to gowith me. She certainly showed no signs of stopping. Resigned to thesituation, I opened my mouth slightly. She responded by hungrily probing hertongue deeper into my mouth. It almost felt like it was down my throat. MyGod, I had never been kissed like that before! With our mouths still pressedtogether, I was shocked to hear her start moaning. Worried that someone mighthear, I tried to find my voice to somehow tell her to be quiet. It was onlythen that I realized *I* was the one moaning! I was actually enjoying gettingfrenched by another woman. Surprised at myself, I then made a bold move (forme anyway) and drove *my* tongue into *her* hot, wet mouth! She, of course,responded enthusiastically. We proceeded to kiss each other lustily forseveral seconds. Recognizing that I had become a willing participant, thewoman removed one of her hands from my shoulder and began fondling my bralesstits through the thin material of my tank top. Still kissing me, she thenmoved her other hand down and began caressing my naked thighs. She obviouslyknew exactly how to touch another woman. My stomach fluttered and my pussywas steaming. She then pulled her lips from mine and began to passionatelynuzzle my neck. I put my hand behind her head and ran my fingers through herlong, black hair. She was amazing. I felt like my entire body was covered byher soft hands and luscious mouth. After a minute or so of this touching, shebacked away and knelt in front of me between my open legs. I licked my lipsnervously in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen. She looked upat me inquisitively as if seeking my approval for her to proceed further. Ifound her sudden hesitance a little amusing, considering that only a littlewhile earlier she had practically tried to rape me. I leaned forward, put myhand behind her neck and pulled her face towards my moist pussy. That was allthe encouragement she needed. She began swirling her talented tongue throughmy blonde bush. Teasingly, she grabbed a few of my pubes in her teeth andshook her head gently, pulling my cunt hairs ever so slightly. She thenplaced one hand above my mound and pushed the bottom of my tank top up,revealing my flat stomach. She began kissing and licking my tummy. Shecontinued upward, finally pulling my top up far enough to expose my smallboobs. Not surprisingly, my pink nipples were rock-hard. She seemed to likewhat she saw and began sucking my stiff nubs voraciously. I'm usually prettyloud during sex, so to keep quiet I had to pull my tank top up into my mouthand bite down on it to keep from screaming and moaning. She diligentlysucked, licked, and bit my throbbing nipples while I massaged the back of herneck. Once, I looked down to see her pull away from one of my tits, and astring of saliva trailed between her mouth and my nipple. It was no wonder myboobs were as soaked as my pussy. With both of us breathing heavily, shemoved back down to my stomach, stopping briefly to insert her tongue in mybelly button and give it a good lick. She continued down and positionedherself so that her face was only inches away from my glistening pussy. Iwatched her intently and marveled at the situation -- a beautiful woman,impeccably- dressed, on her knees, about to go down on me. First, she liftedmy leg and draped it over her shoulder. I could see the tendons stick out inmy slender thigh. My pubic hair is pretty sparse, so at that moment, my mostprivate parts were completely exposed to that lovely women. She took herindex finger and placed it at the top of my slit. I moaned softly through myimpromptu gag. She ran her finger down the length of my pussy, gentlystroking my swollen lips. I was in heaven. Her finger continued on, and sheinserted the tip of it into my tiny asshole. I had never had anything in*that* hole before, and I gasped at how naughty it felt. She grinned at mewickedly and removed her finger. Next, she slid her hand under my ass cheekand fondled my butt as best she could under the weight of my body. Her otherhand quickly returned to my cunt. She inserted two fingers, and they quicklyfound my erect clitoris. I raised my hips, trying feverishly to hump herinvading fingers. Meanwhile, she had moved her other hand from under my cheekand maneuvered it to my ass crack. Before I knew it, she had worked herentire thumb up my virgin butthole. It felt so fucking good to have that sexywoman screwing both of my holes at once. I was close to a powerful orgasm,and she knew it. Still working her fingers in and out of my pussy and ass,she pressed her face into my sopping cunt. Instantly, her skilled tonguebegan to work the same incredible magic on my snatch that it had done earlieron my mouth and tits. She slowly and sensually licked my entire valley, upand down, up and down. I was delirious. I started pinching my aching nipples,trying to speed up my impending climax. Just then, the woman found my clitwith her tongue and began licking it vigorously. That pushed me over theedge. My entire body exploded with intense waves of sexual pleasure! I wasblinded by flashes of white light and stars! It was, by far, the mostincredible orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. I just sat there with myeyes closed, unable to move. I was totally spent. The tank top fell from mymouth and rested above my tits. Somewhere far away, I felt the woman removeher fingers from my two holes. The smell of my juices wafted up to mynostrils. After a few seconds, I gathered enough strength to open my eyes.She was busily licking my juices off her fingers. She looked up at melovingly and smiled. "Thank you," I managed to whisper breathlessly. "Oh. I'dbetter get back to work," she said with a start. She quickly stood up,smoothed out her dress and hair, gave me a peck on the mouth, and vanishedfrom the dressing room. With my body still weak, I slowly pulled on myclothes and tried to make myself look presentable. I picked up the jeans andleft the dressing room to pay for them. My saleswoman was at the register.She looked absolutely perfect - - not a hair out of place. "Do you needanything else today?" she asked me, acting cool and professional. There weretwo other customers and another saleswoman within earshot. I just grinned andshook my head. She knew damn well I had already gotten much more than I hadbargained for. As she handed me back my change, she smiled and said, "Thankyou very much. Please come and see us again." *Come* and see us again? Thatcertainly sounded like a great idea. Someday I'll have to return to thatstore. When I do, I'll be sure to tell you about it!
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