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About Missy – 1

Introduction: (Jan 2005)
In the story “Mail order sex slave” posted under her name, Cathy used my first name for the main character. Missy’s not an uncommon name so I shouldn’t have been offended, and wasn’t. In fact, I’d like to think she sort of had me in mind, because the idea of appearing in a porno story excites me the way flashing my pussy does when I’m at a nudist beach with Katlin (and sometimes Cathy). But I’m not much like the young girl in the story, either in age or appearance. – Yours, Missy
Incidentally since she doesn’t spell everything out, Missy is 18, 5-10, 130 pounds, 36C-25-37 and very pretty. Guys seem to like to know that sort of stuff about us. And in this case the story is actually about the girl writing it, so I guess it might matter. Obviously she’s hardly petite like the girl in my original story. The real Missy looks more like a super model than a china doll. She has long blonde hair and looks Scandinavian. Aslo, since much of this story involves Katlin, we checked with her first. But, like Missy, she was delighted. – Cathy Cook
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About Missy
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There was nothing good about eighth grade until I became friends with Katlin. I didn’t like any of my teachers, I hated school, and mostly my father up and left before I finished seducing him.
Mom had been treating daddy like shit for years. I guess fourteen years earlier she should have gone ahead and gotten the abortion. But then, where would I be? Anyway, she’d never wanted to get married and started having affairs maybe three months after I’d gotten myself born. When I was seven or eight she stopped having sex with dad, though she’d do it in the back seat of a car with almost anyone else. About the time I turned twelve I had my first period and realized that there were now two women in the house and at least one of us should be nice to daddy. But he seemed as opposed to incest as he was extra-marital affairs.
I did get him to fondle me a bit, usually starting with long, lingering hugs. Sometimes I’d sit in his lap and he’d put his arms around my waist. I could feel his erection pressing in to my fanny so why shouldn’t I move his hands to my crotch and tits? It had taken two years to get from mild tit squeezes to finger fucks but I was sure it wouldn’t be long before I got him to pop my cherry. I hadn’t been cultivating any boyfriends because I already had a lover. He was just slow in admitting it. Then suddenly he was gone!
It would have been wonderful if mom had moved out and not dad. Not only did he move out, but he moved far away. The divorce settlement could have gone worse for mom, but my father didn’t give his lawyer a free rein. My mother had a good job and a bad reputation. It had never made the papers, but her infidelity was well known. Only he and I knew that his fear of incest was what had finally driven him out. Even his lawyer assumed he’d just gotten fed up with a wife who’d been openly cheating for their entire marriage.
There was no alimony in the settlement. Mom kept the house and got a fairly good child support allowance. She was really pissed when I turned 18 last June and dad started sending the checks to me instead of her! For four years she’d treated the money as hers. She hadn’t even intended to spend much of it on my college bills, making me take out huge loans. Mom actually went to the judge and demanded she continue getting the money, which got her no where. In fact, according to the court settlement he didn’t have to pay anyone anything after I turned 18. Next Sandy demanded I endorse the checks to her.
I did that only until I went away to college last August. Now I don’t and now she no longer talks to me. When I went home last Thanksgiving and last month for Christmas to see my friends, I stayed at Katlin’s mother’s house. One afternoon during the break and while my mother was at work, Katlin and I went over to the house and moved out anything personal I wanted to keep. There wasn’t much and most of it went in the back of a closet in Katlin’s house. Now I can get to things easily without having to risk an encounter with my mother. I’m bigger than her so why am I’m afraid of her?
After dad left, I started getting interested in boys my age. It was about the same time I suddenly becoming good friends with Katlin, though we’d known each other since the beginning of sixth grade. Katlin had lost her father several years earlier and she was very sympathetic. Our situations were somewhat different. My father was still alive, still loved me and sometimes visited me. But my mother and I hated each other while Kira is the nicest mother a girl could want.
Of course, Katlin and I shared that other interest, boys. And she hadn’t been spinning her wheels like me. One of her current guys, Robert, was in ninth grade, already in high school, which was a big deal although he was only a year older than us. Almost immediately she decided that Robert was going to fix me up with Kevin, a guy she really had the hots for but only knew through Robert. She was sure Kevin was the kind of guy who was already “going all the way”. And Katlin and I wanted nothing more than to “go all the way” with a guy, maybe any guy as long as he’d officially rupture our hymens. With the use of dildos, however, it would only be “official”, not real. Katlin and I had both taken care of the actual destruction of our cherries, first on ourselves and, almost immediately, doing it to each other. Before I got to be good friends with Katlin I never realized that a dildo feels ten times better when someone else is pushing it inside me, even another girl. I’d never actually given myself an orgasm with either a dildo or my fingers. But the first time Katlin licked my pussy lips I exploded all over her face. From then on she could do almost anything to me and get me to cume.
I didn’t give Katlin her first climax, however, because Robert had beaten me to it. While they weren’t “going all the way” they were pretty hot and heavy into oral sex. Katlin had taught herself how to do deep throat using Bob’s penis. And apparently Bob had loved every step of the process. He wasn’t all that good about tonguing her vagina and wouldn’t go near her anus. But by kissing and licking her pussy lips and clit, he was giving her orgasms every time. And often she’d give herself a climax just by sucking his dick, especially when she had the whole thing down inside her throat. At first this had scared her because she couldn’t breathe for short periods of time. But once she got past that and started feeling erotic about having him fully inside her, it became orgasmic. One thing she hadn’t done, but was tempted to do, was suck him without taking a break until she lost consciousness. She’d warned Robert that if she passed out he must immediately stop fucking her throat. But so far that hadn’t happened.
It’s amazing how quickly Katlin and I became lovers, actually only a matter of hours. We had both stayed after school one day in March in 2000 for a play rehearsal in which we both had minor parts. So we walked home together, living only two streets away from each other. I started telling Katlin about my father leaving, and about the impending divorce. It turned out even Katlin had heard about Sandy’s infidelities, but not that my mother and I were also on such bad terms. And now I was stuck in the house with the parent I hated while the one I loved was gone!
Of course, she asked me to come over to her house for what was left of the afternoon. My mom and I hardly ever even ate dinner together so I could probably have stayed as long as I wanted. But I didn’t dare not show up without telling her first. So I just planned to stay for a few hours.
Katlin’s house was almost as empty as mine. Her older sister was away to college and her father had died several years earlier. But Katlin loved her mother and it felt like Cathy was still very much a part of the family. Katlin showed me her older sister’s bedroom and it looked neat but lived in. Then she dragged me over to Cathy’s dresser and opened up one of the drawers. Behind a pile of sexy underwear were two unopened boxes each containing twelve condoms!
“That’s my ace in the hole if Robert doesn’t buy some himself soon! Cathy won’t mind. She even knows that I know they’re there. I think she left them there for me, just in case I needed them. Kira would get me some if I asked, but it’s easier to do stuff like this with an understanding sister, even one six years older than me.”
“What’s Cathy like?”
“Nice but strange, especially for a girl. She was already 18 when she did it for the first time. Yet she was doing deep throat when she was fifteen. You know everyone in my family is a nudist, don’t you?”
The sudden change of subject was disconcerting. And no, I hadn’t known. I didn’t know I knew any nudists. In fact I had all the usual wrong impressions about nudity. I didn’t know that some nudists are obnoxiously “moral”. Katlin’s family just seemed to enjoy beaching and camping naked. Her parents weren’t religious fanatics. But they weren’t swingers either. Kira, now that she was again single by reason of having become a young widow, could probably pick up guys on the make very easily walking around naked on a free beach, but didn’t. Kira had just turned 43 and was still stunning, much prettier than Sandy who was only 34. Yet my mom thought she was God’s gift to men. She’d dress up like a whore, go to bars and get herself laid, without even insisting on a motel room. I think she actually preferred parking lots. Sometimes she’d pretend she was still in her twenties if the guy didn’t know her daughter was prettier, taller and had bigger tits. I think she’s glad she doesn’t have to be seen with me anymore even though she does miss the “child support” checks.
Although I was interested in Katlin’s family being nudists, I was still more interested in her hand that was now fondling my breasts. I’d never been touched like that before except by my father. I didn’t know it could feel so good when a girl was doing it. I leaned back and sighed, letting the box of condoms drop back into the drawer. Katlin’s only a few inches shorter than me and I found myself comfortably leaning my head back on her shoulder, relaxing, letting my legs open up as if wanting more. Without thinking, my body seemed to know where her caresses should go next. I was wearing jeans and suddenly they felt like unwanted baggage.
“Do nudists go naked in their own house?” I asked mostly as a suggestion.
“Kira, Cathy and I do. And my dad did when he was alive. I don’t know what other nudists do.”
“I think I’d like to be a nudist!”
We went into Katlin’s bedroom, where we each undressed the other. I don’t know why it was so much fun doing it that way, but I knew it would be. Katlin then told me that while she was heavy into the oral sex with her boyfriend and had already sucked two other boys as well, she’d never made love to another girl. And it was obvious to both of us that we were about to make love. Being bigger, I suppose I’d have made the better dyke. But Katlin seemed to like taking control. Maybe I just wasn’t being fast enough for her.
At almost fourteen, my pubic hair was already as thick as it is ever going to get. Perhaps it goes along with being blonde. When I first developed, I was almost embarrassed that except up close it didn’t look like I had any pubic hair. But then my tits got big so that no one could look at me and think “immature”. Since I’ll never have a photogenic beaver, more recently I’ve just kept it shaved, going for the naked pussy look. Some guys like girls with big thick black beavers. But I can’t offer that anyway.
Katlin loved my sparse nearly invisible pubic hair telling me that it seemed funny for a girl to have naked pubes who was almost six feet tall and had large breasts. She may have said funny, but her tongue told me she was delighted. And her tongue delighted me. So much so that I got feeling funny all over, sort of shaking and twitching and wondering what was wrong with me. And while Katlin’s mouth was doing things to my pussy lips and clitoris I found myself squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Then suddenly but gently I felt her tongue slip down inside me and I discovered what all the twitching was leading up to. Until then I’d had this idea that an orgasm was something you had when a boy stuck his penis inside your vagina. I didn’t know it could happen other ways and I didn’t know it didn’t always happen when a girl had intercourse with a guy. Somewhere between my pussy lips a little hole I didn’t even know was there opened up and squirted out my love juice all over Katlin’s face. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. All I knew was that it felt wonderful!
And then I did something totally unfair. I fell asleep! And I had this most wonderful dream about falling in love with a girl. When I woke up, or maybe regained consciousness, Katlin was still patiently licking me, cleaning up the mess as if my cume was the best tasting nectar in the world. We both smiled at each other and she continued licking and kissing me all over, not just between my legs.
Eventually I regained enough control of myself to take an active part in our love making. Katlin took her turn lying spread eagle on her back on her queen sized bed. I started with her lips, kissing her gently, my new and only female lover. I licked and kissed her neck and noticed that her nipples were enlarged and stiff, and also sensitive. I felt between her lower lips and found her clitoris quite easily. It was in the same condition of excitement as her nipples. I love sucking Katlin’s nipples. As I did so for the first time she arched herself, throwing her head back and let out a long sigh. I could feel her left nipple seemingly grow between my lips and the other one between my fingertips. I bit gently on the one between my teeth and she screamed so I stopped immediately.
“Oh that felt so good! I think you made me cume”, she sighed.
I took this as a suggestion to investigate. Between Katlin’s legs she’d suddenly become much wetter. Where my fingers went I soon followed with my lips. Because I had my mouth in the right place, and because she gave me a second’s warning, I got her next climax right in my mouth. My cume isn’t the best tasting cume in the world, because Katlin’s is better. And maybe we both even prefer male cume anyway. But this was my first time tasting cume, male or female. And I loved it as much as I loved Katlin.
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Kevin turned out to be everything Katlin and I hoped for. She arranged a double date for us the following weekend. I wasn’t sure what to tell my mother. She didn’t seem to care much what I did, but I had this feeling I shouldn’t let her know I was enjoying myself. Going to Katlin’s house every afternoon was something she hardly noticed. But dating might mean sex. And my mom liked to think I wasn’t old enough for that. So I told her I was spending the evening with Katlin and had been invited to spend the weekend.
“Good, because I’m having dinner with a friend,” she responded. About the only thing Sandy ever ate on dates was cume. This just meant she wasn’t planning to have dinner with me.
Well, for once I was hoping to have at least a snack of male cume myself. I’d still go for a regular meal as well. Being active and young and tall, I don’t have to watch my calories the way my mom does. Of course, I wasn’t certain about what was going to happen with Kevin. But if he was willing, there was not going to be any of this first date shit for this girl. I was more than ready to get fucked and Kevin looked awfully good to me. Of course, Bob and Katlin were still at the oral stage themselves, so I wasn’t really counting on anything more myself.
The date was for dinner, a movie and some partying afterwards. Being in tenth grade and already 16, Kevin had a license, though he wasn’t supposed to drive after dark except with members of his family for the first year. He simply dismissed this by saying we were all “like family” and Katlin and I were very impressed! Hell, it didn’t matter. We were going fucking, not drinking. And when did a guy get so he couldn’t drive just because he’d gotten himself laid?
The big question was where? Katlin and I knew it was going to be up to us. The car was the obvious answer, but not the preferred one. Then Kira stepped up to the plate. She knew what we had planned and made no attempt to stop us. In fact, Thursday she informed us that she’d have to be away for the weekend and wouldn’t be around to help us entertain our boyfriends. To this day, I think she only arranged that weekend trip so we could have the run of her house. I guess Kira was a horny teenage girl once herself.
The date was for Friday night, though Katlin and Bob were seeing each other often twice on weekends. I think, though there was nothing set up officially, that it was understood that if Kevin liked me he’d be seeing me again the next day. Dinner and the movie were great, I think. I don’t remember what anyone ate or what the movie was, but I loved playing with Kevin under the table and feeling his hands inside my clothes during the movie. I doubt I even knew while I was “watching” it what the movie was. We left the movie, got in the car, me in the front with Kevin, and right there he started undressing me. I was so horny I almost forgot our arrangement, but then Katlin spoke up in the back seat while fending off Bob’s groping fingers.
“No, let’s go to my house!” she suggested.
“But your mom will be there.”
“Nope, she’s away for the weekend!”
You could see the lights flash in both sets of male eyes. Obviously they’d never had two willing members of the opposite sex in the privacy of a house before. Nor had we. But we’d known about it for more than a day.
“Did you know” I asked them, “that Katlin and her mom are both nudists? And there’s a rule that females are not allowed to wear anything inside her house? I guess guys are allowed to choose. But Katlin told me she and I have to undress just inside the front door. I hope neither of you mind?”
My teasing was almost too effective. Kevin, who wasn’t that experienced a driver anyway, almost crashed the car. I guess there are other things besides alcohol that can impair a guy’s driving. Later I realized that neither guy, of course, had ever had group sex. In fact they were both virgins! In spite of their lack of experience, they were either quick learners or just naturally talented. Before I said anything, neither guy had imagined we would let both of them see both of us naked. The proper thing was for each couple to go into a separate bedroom.
“There is one exception to the girl undressing herself once she’s inside the door. If there’s a guy present who wants to do it, she has to let him have the honor.” I was making up “rules” right and left and having loads of fun! My next rule was that the guys had to undress the other one’s date. And do us one at a time so every one got to watch the girl being stripped. The only real problem was, who got naked first. I wanted it to be me. But we all knew Katlin deserved the right of first exposure.
A girl who looks pretty with her clothes on is usually pretty with her clothes off, especially if her breasts don’t sag. Katlin has firm breasts, and a yummy figure. She’s got the same figure as her older sister Cathy, but she looks like a clone of her mother, which means she’s both shapely and gorgeous. Katlin and Cathy differ in other ways from the neck up. Cathy’s an engineer. Katlin’s into traditional girl things, like music, drama, and getting fucked in eighth grade. And she wasn’t hiding that fact from Kevin and Bob any more than she was hiding her pussy lips. Of course, she also has this full, thick mat of pubic hair which she trims carefully and loves showing off.
Kevin, following my rules, was undressing her while Robert and I watched, Robert a bit popeyed. I’d seen Katlin naked and in good light before. But maybe he’d never gotten that good a look at the beauty he’d fondled many times. Or maybe Katlin’s body just always affects a man that way even if it’s not the first time he’s seen her naked. Several times, when Kevin seemed a bit shy, she took his hand and rubbed it against whatever part of her body it was nearest. I got a little jealous, or maybe just horny. So when she held Kevin’s hand to her breasts or crotch I did the same with Robert’s. It wasn’t quite as much fun for me because he had to feel me up through my clothes. But his erection told me that he was not uninterested in my body.
When Katlin finally admitted she was naked and there was nothing else Kevin needed to do, it became my turn to be undressed. I guess Kevin continued fondling Katlin but I hardly noticed or cared. Kevin wasn’t my lover, just my date. If things stayed switched I didn’t mind Bob becoming my lover. No, not at all. I wasn’t sure how he might feel about Kevin fucking Katlin before he’d ever actually done it, but I knew Katlin didn’t care. Ultimately she wanted both guys and didn’t care which one was the first to put his penis inside her vagina.
Another thing we discussed the previous day was the rubbers. Katlin and I were both pretty sure it was the wrong time of the month for both of us, she less than a week after her period and mine due any day. So we decided that we’d do it au natural this first time. And we both promised that it would be only this once, that we’d use Cathy’s condoms the next time. But a girl’s got to feel a naked penis inside her some time, so why not the first time?
At first I was going to help Bob so that I could get naked quicker. But it was so much fun being undressed that I found myself just enjoying it like a spectator, watching my own seduction with almost disbelief in how much I was enjoying it. Bob was very good at undressing girls. He’d practiced with Katlin, and maybe others. Getting half naked and making out was pretty standard stuff I guess for girls our age. I’d sort of missed that myself because I was too involved with my father, so I was probably enjoying the anticipation even more than they did.
I felt my blouse unbuttoned, and saw my bra revealed like a work of art. It practically was a work of art and wasn’t particularly cheap either. My tits looked beautiful with my nipples showing through the delicate lace. Because they’re big my tits sag a small amount, and I look better with a bra on under a blouse. But this particular bra was designed to be seen much more than provide support. My skirt was both short and slinky and Bob had a little trouble unbuttoning it. But every few seconds he’d fondle my buns so I didn’t get impatient. My panties were also a work of art and Bob was properly appreciative. They were lacy, thin, stretchy, and gathered my pussy lips into little bulges that looked like a female offering. A thin elastic thread vertically up the back gathered the panties in to my crack so that each cheek was shapely revealed. When I’d modeled for Katlin the day before she said I looked good enough to eat. I sure hoped so! My undies were intended to make a girl look naughty and naked and sexier than naked. And I think they did. For a while Bob only wanted to admire me with them on. I wonder if guys have any idea how much trouble we go to to look sexy? I must have spent a hour choosing the panties so that Bob could admire them for about 30 seconds. And it was worth it!
“You have to take them off sometime. You can’t fuck me with them on. They’re too delicate and will rip!”
After I said this he slowly finished doing me. Then he picked me up, like a man does his bride and carried me over the threshold of Kira’s bedroom. Robert was only fifteen and I was already nearly full grown and not small. So I was very impressed with his demonstration of strength. For several years I’d been taller than all the boys my age, and probably stronger as well. So this new situation with a boy a year and a half older, was a real joy for me. Both Cathy and Katlin had queen beds in their rooms. But Kira had this huge King, just right for a two couple orgy. This was another item Katlin and I had discussed. She had assured me the cover was washable.
I think while carrying me into the bedroom was when he decided he was going to pop my cherry and let Kevin have Katlin. Or maybe there never was any decision, just the fact that neither guy seemed willing to let go of the girl he was holding. I think this was the first time I realized how easy it is to get what you want when the guy wants it as well!
My actually deflowering happened very quickly. And so did Katlin’s. I let Bob lay me down on the bed but I sat up while he undressed, then insisted on sucking him, making him wet while sticking several fingers inside myself. I then laid back down on the bed, spread my thighs wide apart and waited.
It’s supposed to be hard, but I’d been stretching myself with a dildo I’d stolen from my mother. She had so many I don’t think she ever realized it was missing. Anyway, holding myself wide open I felt first Bob’s tip, then the rest of him, slide up inside me in one smooth slow penetration and suddenly I realized I was no longer a virgin! I was absolutely ecstatic, more pleased with now being a woman than even with that wonderful stuffed feeling I was experiencing. There wasn’t much friction or stretching, just this wonderful feeling of being penetrated to my innermost being. I never guessed that this would make me feel suddenly so different about someone. But Bob was now my God, the most wonderful thing that had ever walked the face of the Earth! Right then I would have died for him! I could even imagine spending the rest of my life making love to only one man if he would have me. I was pretty gonzo!
When I was convinced life couldn’t get better, he started moving inside me and I discovered how wrong I was. I could have fainted with delight. Maybe I did faint when my first orgasm hit. I learned there were orgasms and there were orgasms, and this compared to the ones I’d had with Katlin was a super orgasm! I felt it start somewhere like in my fingertips or my toes or legs. It certainly hit my inner thighs and fanny and my anus before erupting in my love hole. This time my gushing love juice found a male erection for its proper target. I had to close my eyes because it felt like they were going to pop out. And all the time my wonderful lover kept fucking me with just the right amount of force.
Maybe any amount would have been the right amount. In my eyes and in my body, Bob could do no wrong. The guys weren’t supposed to cume after fucking us. But then Katlin and I were supposed to be fucking each other’s partner as well. I couldn’t remember any of our great plans, hers and mine. Right then, with my legs wide open and wrapped around his waist and his penis deep inside me, I didn’t want to do anything except anything Bob wanted. My wonderful lover Robert! So it’s no wonder we just kept fucking, I suffering several more orgasms, until I felt Bob’s erection start to twitch inside me. He wanted to cume inside my vagina! Oh, how wonderful! I encouraged him and was rewarded. As he gushed inside me I felt my own sex let loose again, and was helpless to prevent mixing my love juices with his, though his were mostly deep inside me and mine where mostly all over the base of his penis.
And it was only ten-thirty in the evening!
About a half hour later I started reviving, returning to this mundane plane of existence. Apparently Katlin’s virginity had received the axe about the same time mine had. Neither of us had paid the least attention to what the other two people sharing the bed were doing. There was this problem with curfews. Not mine or Katlin’s. The two of us were free to fuck the whole night away. But the boys, no, the men, had made no such plans. We were so clever in planning everything. But if we’d let them in on the surprise they could have pretended to be spending the night at each other’s house or something. Neither had a definite curfew because people always expected the guys could stay out as long as the girls. But both said they’d better show up before two, which meant leaving our bed around one in the morning. Robert had planned on seeing Katlin early in the afternoon after finishing up some errands. Kevin was pretty sure he’d be free for another “hot date”. His mother was visiting her mother and his father never said no.
So it was arranged. The boys would be taking us hiking then to dinner and the movies again. But in actually, they were going to hide their car in the garage so that we could spend the whole day the way we wanted, fucking.
While he was fucking me, Robert was the only man in the world worth fucking. But about an hour later I made no objection when the guys wanted to change partners. I felt a little jilted but even more excited. After all, wasn’t it Kevin I’d planned to have inside me in the first place? And now that I’d had a chance to think about it, hadn’t that been Katlin’s voice screaming out her pleasure right next to me when he was doing the deed to her? The idea of getting his penis inside me suddenly seemed like a wonderful idea. It certainly turned out to be a wonderful experience. When the guys finally got off of us leaving two well fucked females, now women, lying spread eagle on the bed next to each other, I could hardly move. I heard them washing, then dressing, then letting themselves out the front door. Sometime later after the sound of their car had long passed, I felt the bed move slightly. Katlin’s lips were on mine and I heard her say something sweet and loving to me, but I don’t know what. It was daylight when I woke up.
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After I became a woman in the biblical sense, dad’s occasional visits got a lot easier to handle. I remember telling him over dinner in a nice restaurant that I was no longer a virgin. And I remember his response word for word:
“Good. You needed someone to do it for you.”
He then went on to asking me how school was going and how was I managing with my mom, almost as if she were some stranger, not a woman he’d been married to for fourteen years. My deflowering was something he seemed to consider simply a good achievement on my part, like getting an extra “A” on my report card. From then on we’ve been simply good friends. I don’t try to seduce him and he almost seems to forget I ever tried.
But this doesn’t mean I wouldn’t still like to if he ever became interested. Maybe I could show him some things I’ve learned. In high school Katlin and I probably had more sex than my mom was having, though with far fewer guys. We just weren’t being sluttish about being sluts. Like the time I lost my cherry. It was delightful romantic and Robert and Kevin still love me today. I know I made it almost as good for them as they did for me.
But the most wild thing Katlin and I did was hook up with Mark for most of our senior year. Mark is almost seven years older than us, and we were a month short of seventeen when we first met him. Katlin is two days older than me and for five years now her mom has always had a party for both of us on June 8, the day in between. I never even mentioned these parties to my mom. I almost think it was a surprise to her when I turned 18 last summer.
Katlin likes to flirt with men older than her. She knew Mark was probably in his mid twenties, and pretended she was also. They got talking in the grocery line and were lovers a few hours later and several days passed before she told him the truth about her age. In our state, sixteen is the age of consent so there was no legal risk for him. But God help him if he took a picture of Katlin with her nipples exposed. They’d nail him for child pornography, in spite of the fact that being a nudist in a family of nudists, Katlin has posed naked for pictures most of her young life.
The next day she could hardly wait to tell me about her affair with an “older” man. And naturally, I wanted to meet him. In high school, by the time you’re a senior, no one is surprised if you fuck your boyfriend. Katlin and I went a bit beyond that having started, both of us, in eighth grade. Nor did we feel we had to restrict ourselves to just one boy, though we didn’t advertise having multiple affairs. We acted like nice girls so teachers and guys who didn’t know us assumed we were. Boys we dated, however, were happy to have sex even if we weren’t “going steady” with the particular boy. I was presently having sex with two boys, one of whom Katlin had had a long affair with previously. We loved talking about their techniques, especially if we’d both had sex with the same guy.
The next day Katlin was supposed to meet Mark at his apartment. So I showed up with her. When he opened the door he didn’t seemed happy to see me. So instead of shaking his hand, I swarmed into his arms. His open mouthed expression of surprise was perfect for Frenching. I’m a big girl, so I didn’t have to reach up much to grab his head and press my lips into his open ones. In a position like that, with my arms wrapped around him and my tongue in his mouth he could do nothing but cooperate. In seconds the fondling became mutual. And that afternoon we showed Mark that making love to two girls at once can be even more fun! For a year about all we did with him was fuck in his apartment. Once he knew we were only seventeen then both of us looked seventeen to him. And he was afraid everyone else would also see him as a cradle robber. The fact that Katlin and I were known to lots of people in our relatively small city meant his fears would probably be realized. So both of us continued dating our high school boyfriends and only fucking Mark in his apartment, but doing it very often and usually together.
Here in college, my sex life hasn’t changed much. Different guys is about all. I don’t have any girlfriends I’m close to like Katlin so I email her all the time. I don’t have any one here who’s close who I can brag to. In fact, what was risqué in high school is pretty normal behavior for girls in college with strong hetro tastes. In fact, just being good looking and willing isn’t even enough to guarantee a girl a date whenever she’s in the mood. My sex life isn’t bad either. But I think I’m going to enjoy this project that Cathy and I seem to be falling into together. And I have a lot more free time in college than Katlin seems to have.
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closing – I started this to let readers know what I’m really like. Cathy and I are already working on several fiction stories including possibly “Zanadu” the expansion of “mail order sex slave”, and “Phoenix” about an 82 year old man who wakes up to find he’s become a luchious 16 year old girl. If enough people want more about my sex life, well, I’ve had plenty of dates in the last four years. – Missy

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My Amazing Life Chapter 2

This is my first story ever. Comments are more than welcome.
This is not a quick climax story. It is more like a short novel, so there is a lot to it.
This story contains details of incest among other sexual fantasies. If you are against such things, please move on.
Everything from here on is completely fictional and never actually happened.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Could I do it? COULD I do it? SHOULD I do it? Yikes! Morality, desires. Parenthood, manhood. Good vs evil. In a matter of two seconds that question turned me into a puddle of uncertainty. Could I control myself if I did it? Sure.., I’m strong. I’m just a concerned dad making sure his daughter is ok. Bullshit. Oh God, what to do?
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I turned and said, “I’m not a doctor kiddo. And besides, I don’t think I should. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Well, you know what a hymen looks like, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.” I said. I already felt defeated.
“Well, you used to change my diapers and give me baths. You’ve seen it all before. So what’s the difference?”
Damn she is smart. “Well, when you were a baby I didn’t look up inside you.” I reasoned.
“Well, I suppose not.” she said.
“And besides,” I said, “it was different then. You’re almost all grown up now.”
“Why is that different?” she asked.
“Because I’m a man and you’re a young, extremely attractive young woman.”
“Extremely attractive, huh? So would you say I’m hot?”
“Hell yeah!” I said, forgetting myself. “Umm, I mean, yes, I suppose I would.”
She chuckled. “So you’re afraid you might look at me as someone other than your daughter if you do it?” she asked.
“No, I’d know full-well that you are my daughter the whole time. That’s what would make it so hard.., err I mean difficult. Fuck!”
Oddly enough as difficult of a time I was having, part of my brain was imagining spreading her open to look inside and it was turning me on. I could feel movement in my shorts.
She giggled at my frustration. “It’s ok dad. Just do it. I want to know.”
With that she held the towel to her lap and stood up. She walked over to the vanity and rested her bare bottom against it, stood on her tip-toes and wiggled herself up onto it. She then lifted her knees to her chest and placed her feet on the top of the vanity spreading her legs wide.
I could see it. Her womanhood. I was shocked to see that she was aroused. Her lips were naturally spread.
Her clit was erect and her outer lips were puffy and dark. She wanted me to look. I lost. She won.
“Let me go get a flashlight.” I said.
As I walked out the door I started scolding myself.
“Ok, you have to do it now, dumbass. Just do it and don’t let it go any further.”
I went to my room and grabbed the flashlight from my night stand. When I returned to the bathroom she was still sitting on the vanity.
I knelt down in front of her and looked up into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Now I can’t touch you, but I’ll look. What I want you to do is reach down with both hands outside of your hips and insert one finger from each hand and open yourself and I’ll look inside.”
I gulped hard as she did as I instructed. Just as she was about to insert her fingers I said, “Oh wait. You’ll need some kind of lubricant. Let me get the Vasoline.”
“No.” she said, “I won’t.”
And with that she slid both of her index fingers inside, let out a little moan and spread her pussy open. Right at that moment I went from stirring to rock hard. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was kneeling in front of my daughter while her fingers were in her pussy and I was watching her arousal flow from inside her. Her honey slowly flowing between her fingers.
She was so tight that her pussy closed tight right after the tips of her little fingers. At this point I was going crazy. Still conscious of the fact that she is my daughter and that I am only supposed to be checking her hymen.
“Sweetie,” I gulped, “I still can’t see. I’m going to have to open you up a little further.”
What was I saying?! What was I doing?!
“Ok.” she breathed.
Did she just swoon? Is she getting off on this? Well, she gave me the go-ahead, I reasoned.
I reached up with my left hand and inserted my index finger. She shuddered and let out an obvious moan. And believe me, it wasn’t from pain.
“Gotta get this done quick.” I said to myself. “Get it done and get out.”
I pulled my finger down towards the vanity pushing her tight little asshole to the cold countertop.
“Mmmmm.” She moaned.
I turned on the flashlight and looked inside. Sure enough, her hymen was torn clear through. There I was, looking up into my daughter. The walls of her perfect pink vagina were glistening with moisture in the light of the flashlight. I watched as her sweet juices flowed down each side of my finger out of her vagina , over the wrinkles of her little rosebud and meeting back together at the center of her little anus. Her smell was intoxicating. The sight of her young, fine pubic hair. It seemed like I was there forever, but it was probably less than 20 seconds. I could feel her pulse in my finger and it looked as though her tight, young channel was pulsating. Her little anus was squeezing and relaxing and I thought to myself, “She’s trying to squeeze my finger.” That thought hit me like a slap in the face. I pulled my finger out and stood up. She had her eyes closed and the left side of her lower lip between her teeth.
As matter-of-factly as I could I said, “Yup, I’m afraid your hymen is torn. But everything else looks fine. I need a drink.” And I left the room.
As I left I heard Victoria let out a sigh which actually sounded a little disappointed. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort from the top shelf of one of the cabinets. I set it on the counter and spread my hands wide and placed them on the counter resting my upper body on them.
My mind raced. “What did I do? She’s going to hate me. If anyone finds out, I’ll lose her.” I had no positive thoughts at all about what just happened. I filled a cocktail glass with ice, and then poured the Southern over it. Normally I have it with Coke, but not this time. I looked through the side of the glass at my therapy and touched it to my lips and took a big gulp. Oh it burned, but I deserved it. My mind raced, I was scared shitless.
I took a second drink, emptying the glass. As I was pouring another, Victoria said from behind me, “Well, I feel better knowing that’s all it was.”
I almost dropped the bottle when she spoke. “Man, my nerves are really frazzled.” I thought.
I turned to look at her. She was wearing only a bra and panties. Normally it was no big deal. Normally I admired her beauty. Now I looked away, ashamed at what I had done.
“Are you ok dad?” she asked as she walked up to me.
She took my chin in her hand and forced me to look towards her. I still looked down, which didn’t help much because she’s so much shorter than me.
“Look at me.” she said in a rather demanding tone. Normally I would have reprimanded her for approaching the disrespect threshold, but not this time.
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. They were torn with concern. I could see the love in her eyes. The hurt she felt that I was feeling the way I was. I thought for that quick moment, “She is so beautiful. Heart, and soul, and body.”
“It’s ok.” She soothed. “You were just making sure I was ok.”
“No, it’s not ok.” I said. I couldn’t believe I was about to tell her this. “I got turned on Victoria. I got an erection. And that is just wrong.”
I almost brought up the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it too, but decided against it. I didn’t want her to feel any blame or guilt in this.
“So did I dad. Well, not the erection part, but I got turned on too. It’s no big deal.”
“Please forgive me.” I said. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, I won’t dad. Because there’s nothing to forgive.”
At that she turned and walked away. I felt so much better, still shitty, but compared to moments before, much better. I looked up at her as she walked through the kitchen, but I knew right then that things would be different. I still looked at her with admiration as she left me there, but now I was watching her sweet little ass as it wiggled out of my sight.
“I’m going to bed.” she said as she turned the corner to go down the hall. “I love you. G’night.”
“I love you too.” I half shouted figuring she was almost to her room by now. “Sweet dreams.”
I turned back to my drink and was getting ready to dump it down the drain. “Oh, and I know what I want for my birthday, ‘night.” Dammit, I almost dropped the glass.

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KCA and B (Part 1 : Eva)

Hello my name is Pete Gersen and as an 18 year old, during the mid-1970’s, I had a job working for an office of attorneys in downtown Miami, Florida. Technically my job was listed as that of a “courier” but in reality I was really a glorified “gopher”. That is, if anyone in the office needed something picked up, then I was the one to go for it. This included things like paperwork, files and briefs from other lawyers or the courthouse. But they also things as mundane as dry cleaning and lunch. Sure the job was pretty menial but it did have some amazing fringe benefits. The job placed me in a great position for some fantastic sexual situations, which I may not have encountered had I not been employed there. During the 2 year period I worked for Kennedy, Carle, Ames and Buchanan (KCA&B for short) I made the most that I could of these opportunities and I’d like to detail some of them here. If you folks like them, then I’ll continue writing about them.
*******
The office of KCA&B was a veritable smorgasbord of sexy women, primarily embodied in the form of the secretarial staff. At that time in my life, I was 5’11” with an average build. I had brown curly hair that draped slightly below my ears and I’d been described by various women as cute. Before I came to work there I’d been kinda reserved in approaching the opposite sex. In an environment where the gals were all older than me, this trait worked in my favor as it imbued me with an innocent quality that many found a turn-on. I believe this came into play for my first sexual encounter while at the firm. My initial partner came not from those clerical ranks but via the auspices of our bookkeeper, Eva Merle. Eva was in her late forties and to be frank, had exactly the body you’d expect of a gal of that vintage. Perhaps not the type you’d imagine an 18 year old to pursue, but it was her remarkable face that caught my eye. Eva had short reddish-brown hair that framed her countenance, a face set off by her glorious dimples and a mischievous smile. She also had a funny, flirtatious manner about her which I found very sexy.
Our offices were housed on the twelfth floor of the Arthur Dumont Building on Flagler street. The space requirements of the firm could not be met by 12 so we also had additional space leased on the sixth floor. These 6th floor offices were used purely for storage. Early on in my tenure at the firm, I was informed that a slew of documents in Eva’s office would need transferred to six. To accommodate the task, she and I would be required to work on a Saturday, while offices of KCA&B were closed. Not a problem for me, as I was more than happy get the overtime. So that Saturday at 8AM I met Eva in the lobby and we set about our workday.
The dirty job we were performing called for more casual attire than was worn at normal business hours. I wore Jeans and a Led Zep tee-shirt, while Eva opted for a pair of red shorts and a short sleeved blue blouse. Seeing more of her flesh than normal made me slightly aroused as did her proclivity to telling dirty jokes.
Down on six we needed to move boxes around, allowing room to accommodate the new ones that we would be bringing down . The area within 10 feet of the door was the prime location for the newer files, so we consolidated the ones currently there to the back recesses of the office space. The sixth floor office also housed odds and ends that included things like old furniture and trial exhibits. For some unknown reason we found a roll of carpeting and of course it was in the way of everything. So Eva said we should move it to the very furthest corner. I grabbed one end and she the other. The damned thing was far heavier than either of us suspected so it kind of folded in the middle and we had to waddle to heft it to it’s new home. Eva lost her grip and the back side of the carpet slid across her chest.
“Ow! Ow! she cried “Shit, I got a rug burn on my nipple”
I remarked “Want me to kiss it and make it better”
She laughed “You little smartass, You’d like that wouldn’t you”
I just laughed and we continued working. Soon the prime spot had been cleared and we went up to 12 to start carting down the boxes from her office. After bringing down 3 or four loads we needed to start stacking them. This required Eva to be on top of a ladder. As I hefted boxes up to her I noticed something quite unexpected. I could look up her baggy shorts and damned if she wasn’t going commando. She caught me staring and chirped.
“See anything you like?”
“Oh just a canyon, Eva..” I said with a smirk “…a pretty grand one at that”
Eva was unphased, she swatted me and laughed.
By 4 PM we’d finally finished.
“You know what Pete” she said “We’ve both worked pretty hard and I think we deserve a treat”
“Like what?” I asked
She answered by grabbing me and forcefully kissing me. I met her passion with it’s equal. There was an old desk and she commanded met to get on it. As I laid there she yanked off my jeans and exposed my hard cock. I’m the first to admit that my package is hardly extraordinary. Five and a half inches long and a girth about the size of a quarter. “Not too bad..” she commented “..bite sized” Then she engulfed me in her soft, warm mouth. I wasn’t a virgin but prior to this occasion I had never had a BJ. In retrospect now, it was a bit sloppy and she used too much teeth but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She was a very enthusiastic cock sucker. Somewhere along the line she had undone her shirt and given me a nice view of her bouncing tits. I was in heaven watching that sexy dimpled mouth working my dick like a piston. Soon I felt the pressure of my impending orgasm.
“Eva… I’m ready to cum”
She stopped just long enough to say “Go for it Pete” Seconds later she was hungrily gobbling down all the spunk I could produce. When she’d finished, she barked “Kiss me” As I did I found that she’d held a little bit in reserve, which she forced into my own mouth. Now I had long ago experimented in tasting my cum after jacking off, so I wasn’t as freaked out as I think she intended me to be. “Nice” she commented. “Now it’s my turn” With that she stripped off her shoes, shorts and bra. She proceeded to mount me from above and attempted to fuck the living daylights from me. I was very happy with my view. Her pendulous breasts swaying above my face and her eyes closed with concentration. She commanded me to pinch her nipples so I obeyed. They were long and she delighted as I tugged and rolled them between my thumbs and fingers. Her cunt was soaking wet and her juices flowed down all over my cock and balls. I reached down and smeared a gob on my fingers. Then I forced them into her mouth. Tit for tat I thought. She found the action totally erotic and it helped send her into a long and intense orgasm. Watching her pretty face as she came inspired me to ejaculate for a second time. I’d later come to realize that Eva had a fetish about semen and vaginal secretions.
As we dressed she said “We really need to do this on a regular basis” The term “fuck-buddy” hadn’t been invented yet but essentially that’s what we became. There were no strings of exclusivity involved, hell Eva was married. But for the 2 years I worked at KCA&B we had regular sexual encounters. Many of them offering me sexual firsts
*******
Eva’s husband, Carl was a college professor and not much of a handyman. So Eva arranged for me to come over to her place to do the simple home maintenance and repair work that Carl distained. On my first trip over in this regard, Carl found it necessary to go to his campus office so he offered to bring back lunch. While Carl was gone, Eva and I set upon some wild intense fucking. While she bent over the kitchen table I entered her hungry cunt doggie style and slammed her mercilessly. We actually lost track of time and I was shocked to hear Carl pulling into the drive way. We’d each orgasmed more than once and her snatch was sloppy with jizz. With no time to clean up, we simply straightened up as best we could and acted as if nothing had happened. The air was filled with the scent of sex and I was afraid that we’d been caught red handed. But my anxiety appeared groundless, as Carl entered with a delicious feast of Cuban take out. After this satisfying banquet I left. Later on Eva called me laughing. She then calmly explained a fetish that I had never heard of before; creampie. I discovered that Carl was fully aware of what had gone on in the kitchen, indeed it had been planned. After I’d left he had gone down on Eva and devoured our joint fluids that were seeping from her vagina. This act it what it took to get Carl hard and with that Eva had then blown him and allowed him to ejaculate on her face and hair. For the remainder of our trysts at Eva’s house, Carl and I played dumb and we never acknowledged that anything out of the normal was going on.
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On an other occasion, Eva told me that her old friend from college, Marybeth Childs, was coming down from Minnesota for a visit. Looking back perhaps the phrase “going down” might be more accurate. The pair had indulged in a same-sex fling during their university days and while each lady chose to remain hetero, they could never escape the sexual attraction they had for one another. They held little reunions every few years and these visits always included intimate relations. Eva had told Marybeth some good things about me and she was intrigued. Marybeth led Eva know that she was more than willing to include me in their bed. The best part was that Ms Childs visit coincided with Carl being out-of-town, so we would have an entire, uninterrupted weekend of sex play!
In advance of the visit, Eva asked me if I had any connections to score some weed, or better yet some coke. I wasn’t much of a fan of recreational drugs, but since most of my friends were, I told her, no sweat. I turned to my buddy Wayne and after going over the scenario he was happy to give me some supplies of each product from his private stash.
That Friday night, Eva and I picked Marybeth up at Miami International from her 8:30 flight. As she walked towards us from the gate, I gathered my first impressions. Marybeth had what I thought was quite an interesting appearance. It was a look that wouldn’t cause your head to turn, but once you recognized it, was actually very stunning. She was a tall and slender woman. The first thing I noticed about her was her hair. She wore it shoulder length but it was a pure, uniform gray. The color belied her face which was somewhat youthful. Her features were similar the today’s film actress, Maggie Gyllenhaal … unusual but in a certain light absolutely stunning. She dressed kind of conservatively, almost business like in a gray jacket and skirt combination. The only nod to a wilder side was the white blouse that she wore very open. She greeted Eva with an enthusiastic hug, then turned to me and said, “You must be Pete”. She bent into kiss me, slipping me a bit of tongue. I became all the more anxious to get these woman back the house.
When we got to Eva’s place we settled in and had a drink. I then offered up the goodies I’d received from Wayne. Eva rolled a joint and we began to pass it around. I took a few tokes to be sociable but explained that I preferred to be straight to experience the pending, sexual delights. Marybeth was most interested in sampling the cocaine and it’s quality met with her happy approval. Before very long at all the ladies were primed for action.
The three of us entered Eva’s bedroom which she had set up so it was aglow with numerous, small candles. We all began to disrobe. The soft lighting enhanced the erotic mood as I took in my first view of Marybeth’s lovely, naked form. Her breasts were just a tad smaller than Eva’s but very firm. The areola of her right breast was misshapen and was smaller than it’s sister offering contrast to the perfect circle of her left. But even more interesting to me was that she possessed a supernumerary nipple a few inches below that perfect left tit. The curtains and drapes certainly matched and she was somewhat hirsute.
Now Eva was normally very bushy herself, but in anticipation of the weekend she decided to shave her pubic area.
This was my first time attempting a tryst between three people and in all honesty I was kind of unsure of the protocol. Since Eva was the common denominator we positioned ourselves so that she lay in the middle. During the initial foray, Marybeth and I would focus solely on giving Eva pleasure. I moved in to kiss Eva’s lips and Marybeth went to work on her right breast. I fondled and played with the left one as Ms Childs explored Eva’s pubic region with a free hand. Experience had taught Marybeth the best ways to bring off Eva through masturbation. Rather than finger-fuck her, she rubbed Eva’s clitoris with gentle, circular motions. Both of us knew how Eva enjoyed rough play with her nipples. To that end I was sucking it quite strongly, which Marybeth complemented with hard tugging.
After a while, the gals decided that it was my turn for attention. Marybeth laid on the bed so that she was upside down from me, allowing me full, deep entry into her waiting mouth. I was made to lay forward upon her, granting Eva generous access to my testicles, which to tongued and sucked. Marybeth was a much better fellatrix than Eva, eliciting sensations in my cock that I had never felt before. Eva then spread my cheeks and gave me an unexpected but sensual anal rimming. The feeling of her tongue in my ass brought forth fantastic waves of pleasure. I was audibly moaning as the two old friends worked oral magic upon me. I really wanted to hold back but these minxes were far too good at their job. With my dick into her throat, I let loose a torrent of hot sperm that went strait to Marybeth’s stomach.
My erection was spent but my lustful fascination for the intimate acts between the two ladies remained, unabated. As the gals assumed the 69 nine position, I simply stared in awe. These sluts were damned near insatiable! I had always been a fan of girl on girl porn but it was quite another thing to witness it in person. Marybeth broke apart and whispered something to Eva. Eva nodded her head and I soon began watching a sex act that I’d never even heard of before. Ms Childs generously lubed her right hand and then inserted two fingers deep into Eva’s snatch. She gently fingered her to and fro and as she did she pulled her fingers apart. After a bit she had Eva’s cunt loose enough to introduce a third finger into the mix, causing Eva to respond with delighted moans.. Marybeth continued her ministrations as she’d done before, attempting to get her lovers vagina as pliable as possible. Then she removed her hand and shaped it like a duck’s bill. With this form she reentered Eva’s eager cunt until her hand was fully inside. I later learned the act was called fisting but all I knew was that it was driving Mrs. Merle into a sexual frenzy. Eva’s nipples were fully erect and her body glistened with perspiration. After a short while of being fist-fucked Eva began screaming and I watched Marybeth coax her into an orgasm so intense that I thought my fuck buddy would certainly pass out. After Marybeth removed her hand, I intently gazed at Eva’s bald and gaping vagina. The perversity of it all was successful in reawakening my penis back into a rigid state.
As Eva lay recovering, Marybeth gave me instructions on trying an unusual fuck position. It took a little bit of gymnastic ability, but after I entered her cunt, She maneuvered herself so she was literally in an opposite position from me. Imagine both of your hands forming a peace sign and then put them together so the apex of both “v”s join together. That was how we were positioned. The stance was slightly painful for me, as it was bending my penis. This however was outweighed by the unusual sensations the position granted my cock. As I thrust in, areas of my dick were attended to which were not achievable any other way. Likewise my member was pressuring a different path in her body than more standard fucking would achieve. She groaned and her body quaked as this approach made her cum hard.
By now Mrs. Merle had herself recovered. She had Marybeth get on all fours and Eva began tonguing her anus. I then positioned myself similarly so that I could eat Eva’s ass Any initial disgust I had towards this practice disappeared and probed beyond her sphincter as far insid her her as I could get my tongue. The room was filled with a delightful cacophony of moand and animal like noises from the sexy, sexy women.
Eva then demanded that I fuck her in the ass. Although it was somewhat lubricated by my saliva, I still thought it best to add some KY. I dolloped a generous amount on my forefinger and fingered her butthole. The evening was filled with firsts for me and I experienced my first taste of buttfucking. Man, did it ever feel good as I experienced the sensation of my cock climbing into Eva’s tight rectum. Marybeth was watching me intently and sensed that I was getting ready to ejaculate. She had us stop and then had me take her anally. As I fucked her, Eva got behind me and inserted her jellied finger up my ass. She massaged my prostrate and that act caused me to explode a great volume of semen into Ms Childs colon. The perversity was not yet done, because as I withdrew my cock from her gaping asshole, Eva put her mouth upon it and sucked out our combined juices. With a huge grin she swallowed it all down.
At this point we were all three exhausted. We entangled ourselves into a comfortable knot and drifted into deep slumber.
The balance of our weekend found us engaged with a similar round of pursuits. Saturday I witnessed the gals assuming a position not unlike the one Marybeth and I had done. For a while they simply ground their pussies together. Then Ms Childs produced a double ended dildo which the each inserted. The ladies fucked each other with wild abandon. Later a strap on was produced and each woman took a turn being the male.
These overwhelming displays of wild lesbian action induced me into a sexual frenzy and I was open to damned near anything. The gals took advantage of my state and suggested me that I should try anal sex, on the receiving end. The rimming and fingering that I’d had the night before convinced me that the act might be pleasurable and so I agreed. It was Eva that took my cherry and I was astounded at just how good it felt. As she fucked me Marybeth lay beneath me, playing and sucking on my nipples. A while later Marybeth the took her turn sodomizing me with the strap on.
Sunday night we took her back to the airport for her flight home. We all agreed that we needed to do this again. I dropped Eva off at home and I returned home. My entire body was sore from the carnal extremes of the past couple days, but I was overjoyed at having lived out delights that I would have thought impossible.

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Naked in the night

It had been a hot day. Even now in the evening the temperature had dropped only a little.
A slight breeze ruffled the curtains at the open window as Yvonne and Rob prepared for bed.
Yvonne, just out of the shower, had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap about her fresh, smooth skin.
She slipped her tiny nightie over her shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see through garment fall lightly over her body.
Making a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie, she next pulled a pair of very brief, matching pink panties up over her slender legs.
Rob looked at his wife, the beautiful little nightie showing a good amount of Yvonne’s small, white breasts temptingly visible courtesy of the way that she’d only loosely tied the front of the nightie together.
His eye roamed down to the tiny panties that his wife wore, then down her so sexy legs.
His cock swelled and swung out before him.
He glanced at the window with the curtains still wide open. He thrilled at the thought that anyone looking from outside, would be able to see his lovely, sexy wife as she moved about the room.
A notion came to his mind, and giving Yvonne a cuddle and a kiss, he suggested that they go outside for a while.
Rob slipped on a shirt and pulled on his pants but when his wife looked to put something more modest on, he told her to go as she was.
Opening the door, they stepped from their holiday apartment.
Glancing at the neighbouring units, Rob noted many open windows and doors as the occupants tried to find some cooling air. Some windows were lit by the lights inside. The sound of a TV in one house competing with soft musical strains from another. Now and then the sound of voices and laughter could be heard from one of the many lit windows nearby.
Immediately in front of the apartment, Rob and Yvonne were in shadow. It would be unlikely that they could be seen if anyone should be outside and looking about. Once away from that protective shadow though, they would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area.
Rob took his wife’s hand and went to lead her forward.
Yvonne pulled back and giggled as she exclaimed that she couldn’t go out dressed as she was.
Rob persisted in his attempt to lead her out into the open, telling her that she looked beautiful and sexy.
“But what would anyone think if I should be seen,” she exclaimed.
“They’d think that you were a fabulous little sex pot,” her husband laughed. “Besides,” he added, “no one here knows us anyway.”
Yvonne laughed happily, enjoying the thought that she should be described as a fabulous little sex pot.
It was true for both of them that they always felt more inclined to be sexually adventurous when away from home on holidays. At such times any immoral act would be unlikely to find its way back home to be a subject for gossip.
Rob pulled gently on his wife’s hand, and this time Yvonne let herself be led out of the shadow and onto the lawn at the front of the unit.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “I hope that no one is going to see me dressed like this.”
Yvonne allowed herself to be led right to the front of the lawn, adjacent to the pavement.
“Oh, what would anyone think of me,” she again exclaimed in her excitement.
This time her husband answered much more explicitly. “They’d think that you were a dirty little slut,” he said.
Yvonne giggled and agreed that they really would think that of her.
Rob held his wife and kissed her lovingly, letting his hands roam over her breasts and down onto her cunt.
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of her cunt, and, knowing that his wife’s cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever she was sexually excited, he knew that she was now ready to be led further in this sexy game.
Yvonne nervously glanced about her, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear.
Her husband too, glanced about and then tugged the ribbon tie of his wife’s sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne gave a little squeal of surprise as she clutched at her nightie. Rob took her hands and moved them to her sides, letting the nightie fall open showing her nakedness underneath.
Yvonne pretended to be flustered and embarrassed, but in truth she was greatly excited at being even more exposed in this public place.
“Who’s this dirty little whore showing herself off in public,” her husband teasingly laughed as he led her onto the actual pavement and walked her up and down.
Yvonne giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of her thigh.
“What a dirty little harlot,” her husband continued mockingly. “Perhaps she’ll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone.”
With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife’s panties and made to slide them down over her hips.
“Oh darling! I can’t!” Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties.
“C’mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore,” her husband urged.
Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs.
The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with Yvonne’s hips. Now the lower half of her ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front she was totally naked from her feet to her exposed cunt, up over her firm belly, right up between the gaping front of her nightie to her exposed breasts.
“What a filthy little slut you are,” her husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone.
Yvonne had long ago found out that males were not all of the romanic type that she’d read of in trashy novels while still a schoolgirl.
Her explorations on the internet had soon opened her eyes to the fact that many men had great admiration for women who flirted with immorality and perverted sexual games.
She’d been amazed at, and had taken quite some time to understand the fact that some men had a great desire to degrade and defile the one that they loved so dearly.
Yvonne had come to realize that her husband was one of that latter type, and she had rapidly come to realize that it suited her own sexuality to be exactly the sort of woman that he desired her to be.
For Rob’s part, if he had loved his wife so dearly when they had first married, he now loved her so much more that she played the game and let him defile her purity and chastity. The fact too, that Yvonne outwardly appeared so modest and decent, added a delicious wickedness to the times when he pushed her towards acting like a whore and a slut.
The sounds from the surrounding houses and holiday apartments continued to drift on the still night air.
Their holiday unit was just fifty yards or so from the beach road,where an occasional car cruised by.
The sound of waves on the wide, sandy beach made a pleasantly relaxing background just audible when one listened for it.
Another car could be heard slowly driving on the beach road. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car slowed at the corner and began to swing into the road in which our two lovers stood.
Yvonne gasped and could do nothing more that clutch at her husband and try to conceal herself behind him.
The car came by them and began to accelerate along the road, the driver apparently not having noticed them as he’d followed the beam of the car’s headlights which had illuminated the far side of the road.
Yvonne laughed and relaxed once more, the nervous panic that had suddenly gripped her dissipating as rapidly as it had come.
Rob was filled with very different emotions – emotions of increasing lust and excitement. He now had his eyes firmly studying a semi-darkened doorway at the front of one of the houses opposite.
The reason for this great interest being that as the passing car had turned the corner, its headlights had briefly swept across the far side of the street. In that brief glow of brilliance which had lit the buildings, Rob had noticed two men standing in a doorway, and very definitely looking directly across the road to where he and Yvonne were standing.
Rob, taking his wife’s hand, led her from the pavement out onto the road.
Yvonne, still believing they were unobserved, sexily and laughingly allowed herself to be led.
Across the road to the far gutter they progressed. You could say that Yvonne was not only physically heading towards the gutter, but figuratively speaking, was morally heading towards the gutter as well.
The couple stepped from the road to the far pavement. Yvonne was so busy nervously glancing to left and right, that she still had not seen the shadowy figures watching from their dark vantage point.
Now Yvonne was no more that fifteen yards from the two men.
Rob stood slightly behind his wife and eased the sides of her unfastened nightie well open so as to fully display her naked body to the men. He cupped his wife’s small breasts to highlight them, then slid his hands down his wife’s body and stroked the insides of her thighs before fondling her cunt.
The two men had in fact been watching Rob and Yvonne from the very first moment that they had appeared outside their unit. The men had been sitting on their doorstep enjoying the night air rather than the warm stuffiness inside the house. They had seen the couple appear, and had looked admiringly at Yvonne in her very brief and sexy little nightie.
The men had seen Yvonne’s slight reluctance to venture out into the open. They’d thrilled when they saw the man undo the front of the woman’s nightie and expose her breasts, and when they saw the man take the woman’s panties down, they’d both immediately risen to their feet to obtain the very best view and to stroke their hardening cocks.
The men had thought to conceal themselves when they’d seen the couple approaching across the road towards them. They’d been certain that if their presence was detected by either of the couple, then the woman at least would flee back across the street, and that would be the end to this very sexy display that the men were so enjoying.
It was incredible that the couple, rather than go straight across the street, were moving at a slight angle as if they were intent on ending up right before where the men stood. It slowly came upon the men’s understanding that, in actual fact, the guy who was intent on leading the woman in their direction, seemed to be looking at them. Had he seen them? Was he in fact showing the woman off to them? It became more and more apparent that he actually was.
Once the couple stood out on the pavement before the men’s house, and the man began fully displaying the slut’s body to them, there could be no further doubt. The thing was though, that the woman still appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was being exhibited.
Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonderfully displayed.
Rob now grasped his wife’s arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her.
“Look straight ahead darling,” he whispered.
Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward.
“Look at the doorway,” her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men standing there.
Yvonne gave a little shriek and her automatic reaction was to flee back to their apartment. This action was thwarted by her husband’s firm grip.
Yvonne half struggled, her eyes fastened upon the two men.
A part of her mind told her to flee, this was the part conditioned by her chaste upbringing – but the other part of her mind was taking in the gorgeous, big, hard cocks that the men were stroking. This part of her mind told her that she would soon be touching and licking and sucking those wonderful cocks, that they would soon be filling her body as they fucked her. She stopped struggling and stood looking, shamefully aware that her nakedness was fully exposed to the men’s view.
Yvonne felt her husband’s gentle forward pressure behind her. She took a step forward. Then another as her husband, still holding her firmly, pressed forth.
Closer to the men – just a matter of nine or ten yards.
Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.
Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.
Her gaze, while unable to look into the men’s faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn’t wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.
Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored.
Yvonne’s head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldn’t wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling her? Would she look a slut if she touched them? She didn’t care, her hands lightly took a cock in each. They felt so good, so hard, so lovely. She squatted down and moved her mouth to the hard, round, swollen head of one of the cocks. She pressed her slightly parted lips onto the end, then pressing forward, eased her mouth slowly over its superbly solid length.
“Fuck! The slut’s definitely ready for it,” she heard one of the guys say.
She felt her head being firmly held and her mouth being fucked by that wonderful, hard cock slipping between her lips and sliding right to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get the slut into the bedroom,” a different voice said, and she was pulled off the cock and taken into the darkened house.
The men led the way to the bedroom.
Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men.
“Fuck! You’re lovely,” one of the men told her.
Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly.
Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her pussy felt and fingered, her breasts pushed this way and that. She felt like an animal at the livestock market being inspected prior to sale, all of which made Yvonne more and more embarrassed but more and more lustfully excited.
In reality the inspection lasted no more than a minute before Yvonne was made to kneel on all fours and she felt hands gripping her hips and a cock gliding easily up into her slippery pussy.
“Ah! What a fabulous cunt,” she heard the guy groan lustfully as his cock sunk its full length into her pussy.
At the same time the other guy had positioned himself before her, and taking a firm grip of her head, his cock slipped into her eager mouth.
Pushing her tongue just slightly forward so that it covered her lower teeth, and keeping her mouth just slightly opened so that her upper lip was pressed back over her upper teeth, Yvonne worked with tongue and lips, sucking her cheeks in to form a soft, fuckable pout with her mouth.
She sucked and sucked, pressing her head forward each time the guy pressed his cock forward so that the cock slid in right to the back of her throat.
Regulating her breath so that she held it each time the cock probed the entrance to her throat, Yvonne was able to stay from gagging, and soon had the guy moaning and panting as his cock and balls came to the point of pouring forth his semen into her mouth.
“Oooorrrrr fuuuuuuck,” the guy groaned in an absolute ecstasy of lust as he pulled his cock from Yvonne’s mouth so as not to cum too soon.
“Fuck! What a fabulous fucking cock sucker,” he groaned. “I’ve never known anything like it before.”
He rested a moment to regain his composure, and then once more began to fuck Yvonne’s mouth.
It only took a minute and once more he was moaning and groaning as his balls felt about to pump his cum out with such velocity that it would have surely drowned the slut.
Again he pulled away before he reached the point of pumping his cum forth.
Yvonne looked up at him during each of these pauses. She was panting with lust as she thrilled to the gorgeous, big, hard cock that was plunging in and out of her now sloppy pussy. The cock slurped in and out making obscene sounds as it slid through the slippery mucus which was literally dribbling from Yvonne’s vagina.
She panted and made soft moaning noises of delight at the fabulous treatment she was receiving.
She held her mouth open, licking her lips and wanting the cock to come back to continue her mouth fucking.
“Are you ready,” she asked in a soft, sweet, and sexy voice as she looked up at the guy before her.
“Fuck! You’re a real fucking nympho aren’t you,” the guy exclaimed as he slowly regained enough composure to once more enter her eagerly awaiting mouth.
Yvonne sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to full effect on the underside of the fabulous thick penis.
Surely I’m not really a nympho, she thought to herself as she lovingly sucked at the cock.
She considered how sometimes, on rare occasions, her husband and her went for two or three days without fucking – that’s not like being a nympho she thought to herself.
Admittedly she did masturbate a lot, usually not more than once or twice a day though. She quickly let these thoughts drift from her mind as she lusted and fucked with the two men.
What delight Yvonne felt as the big, hard cock slid relentlessly in and out, in and out of her pussy. It was longer and thicker than her husband’s and she really appreciated the extra size, feeling it stretching her so that she felt wonderfully filled by the cock, and with the head of that cock that she so adored, just now and again pressing lightly against the wall of her uterus deep, deep within her as it all but bottomed out in her lusting, dribbling, and so receptive pussy. At the same time she had the lustful delight of being continually face fucked by the second of those two magnificent cocks that were so beautifully abusing her body.
Yvonne rocked back and forth, continually shoved this way and that by the huge, hard cocks that continued on and on fucking and fucking her pussy and mouth. The men’s hands kept mauling her naked body, feeling her breasts, feeling her pussy, sliding over her soft, smooth skin to explore every part of her.
Lust filled her mind and her body. She listened to the men panting and grunting as they lusted over and in her. This was no more than crude, debauched, lustful, sex with the two men satisfying their animal desires to dominate and to fuck. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite.
Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever.
The two guys swapped position and Yvonne next had the guy’s cock all covered with her pussy slime entering her mouth. She sucked it lovingly.
“Wait until Charlie and Ziggy hear about this'” the guy mounting into Yvonne’s pussy laughed to his mate.
Yvonne’s husband immediately took interest and asked about these two men that had been mentioned.
Being told that they were two guys staying in the next door apartments, Rob asked if he should go and bring them to join in fucking his wife.
The two guys agreed that he should, and so Robert, excitedly eager to have his wife fucked and degraded to the fullest extent possible, hurried off leaving his wife being fucked cunt and mouth.
Finding the apartment that he’d been directed to, Rob told the guys that their friends in the house next door, had a dirty slut who was turning it on, and that they’d asked Rob to let them know that they could join in if they wished.
It turned out that the only hesitation the guys had, was caused by the fact that they had a couple of their mates with them at the time.
“That’s not a worry,” Rob exclaimed, excitedly solving the problem for them, “bring them along too. The slut that they’ve got in there is such a dirty fucking whore that she’ll take on any number of you.
Moments later Rob was eagerly and lustfully leading the group of four men into the house where his wife Yvonne was being so thoroughly abused.
Yvonne was stunned when the chatter of these four new guys suddenly filled the room as they entered. That made six men – seven counting her husband Rob!
The newcomers quickly stripped naked to reveal their hard, lust filled cocks all ready to fuck this slut’s every body opening. They eagerly gathered around her and six pairs of hands where soon mauling her all over.
Soon Yvonne had two new cocks entering her mouth and pussy, then two more as the men constantly swapped position first fucking her sloppy cunt, then her so delightful mouth, then mauling her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass.
Soon her ass was being fingered by man after man as she continued to be cunt and mouth fucked.
The natural progression then, was for her to have her ass fucked as well as pussy and mouth.
She laughingly squatted down onto one guy’s cock as he held it erect and ready for her ass to slide down over its hard, lust gorged length. Leaning back onto her elbows and forearms, Yvonne then brought her knees up and apart so that the next guy could get in and continue fucking her pussy.
Having those two cocks wonderfully penetrating her two lower holes, Yvonne tipped her head back in preparation for a cock to plunge down her gullet.
Yvonne was gagging and choking, tears coming to her eyes as a cock plunged vigorously in and out of her mouth and right down into her actual throat.
She could feel the cocks rampant in her pussy and ass. She could feel them stretching her, especially the one in her bottom. She could feel them both deep within her body, pushing up each canal and almost rubbing together with only the thin membrane wall separating her two fuck tubes.
Yvonne’s body was surging with lustful sensations as she hovered so desperately close to orgasm.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her mouth was filled with gooey cum as the cock began to pump spurt after spurt of its cum forth.
Yvonne lustfully slid her tongue around and around in the mucky stuff. Licking it about and tasting it as she swallowed it down.
The cock, still quite hard, slid slowly from between her lips. The guy’s cock then slapped heavily across her cheeks a few times before wiping the last remaining globs of white cum over her face.
Yvonne smiled up at the man, lightly moving her lips in a sexy kissing motion towards him.
No time for more of that though. Another cock was immediately filling her mouth. Yvonne sucked the new cock and licked lovingly, lustfully, sluttishly.
Yvonne loved this attention. She was the centre of the men’s world at that moment.
Vaguely she thought that she heard her husband asking the guy’s if they knew of any others who might want to use her. In her lust she would have taken any number of men who might come to fuck and use her.
Pussy and ass were both cummed in, making them sloppy and messy for the next cocks to enter, and enter they did. Once more Yvonne had three cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and bottom.
She was deliriously happy with this treatment. She responded to every shove of every cock, all the time wanting to satisfy every lustful move of the men.
Her brain was not consciously thinking of anything other than the wonderful cocks which were fucking her, yet somehow she slowly became aware that her husband was no longer there. She didn’t care. She had everything she could ever want.
She’d no sooner made this discovery about her husband, than he entered the room with another four men, all looking eagerly and expectantly into the room at the scene of such absolute debauchery.
This new group of men quickly began to strip so as to get their share of this depraved, perverted harlot.
The incredible orgy of moral corruption went on and on with Yvonne being fucked and fucked and fucked, continually, degradingly, used as no more than a living thing for the purpose of satisfying the men’s lustful desires.
Mouthful after mouthful of gooey semen she consumed.
Cuntload after cuntload of adulterous sperm filled her pussy and her bottom until every cock had satisfied themselves, some even using her more than once.
Yvonne lay there naked, fucked, hair dishevelled with cum matting it into a tacky mess. Her face with white cum dribbling down over it. Her pussy and ass oozing cum along with her own juices.
She was panting, exhausted, so wonderfully happy. She heard talk of tomorrow when there would be even more men to fuck her. She dreamily looked forward to more of the men’s lecherous treatment.

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Fiction

Sex with the neighbours

While I was writing about our threesome adventures I read a story by “Yvonne” and I was reminded of this story a long time ago. I never got to fuck my neighbour’s wife so this story is labelled fiction but it is completely true up to the point of arriving at the Pub! I hope you like it!

Fantasy

Zombie Holocaust 4

The girl in the story is based off the girl I love, but can’t have. Just felt right ot tell you folks, Im not sure why.

Fiction

I See The Moon

I SEE THE MOON
By Beagle9690
August , 2008
My fianc?s taking a nap with Luna, after spending most of the day on a ladder painting our house. Luna is a five week old female beagle puppy we bought for each other to celebrate our engagement.
My divorce has been finalized: my ex-husband a defrocked Baptist Minister is now hiding in Mexico after embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from his church.
I am originally from Mississippi. I met my husband Luke at a Born Again Christian revival meeting at the fair grounds when I was just seventeen years old, a virgin saving myself for marriage; he was twenty -three.
Luke was so handsome, thick wavy black hair, blue eye with such wonderful long eyelashes, and a dimple in his chin.
Such a charismatic speaker behind the microphone in his white linen suit; he had his audience eating out of his hands in joyous rapture praising the Lord, women fainting and men crying, and I was in love.
I was introduced to him at a church social afterwards. He was wearing his trademark white linen suit and when I shook his hand it was cool and smooth, never knowing manual labor; his nails freshly manicured. Luke was being groomed to take over when
Reverend Scott retired in the spring.
We walked over to the refreshment table for punch, Luke’s hand lingered on mine, he told me I was a very pretty girl and complemented me on my dress, causing me to blush.
Luke and I dated for two years; we were never alone together, as is proper; always with a chaperone or with other couples, all members of our church. As far as my parents were concerned, both elders in the church, we were the anointed couple, perfect for one another.
On our wedding night, I went into the bathroom, as all new brides do, to make myself sexy for my husband. I took my hair down out of my bun and brushed out my long honey blond hair until it shone, soft and thick, falling to the middle of my back; I was going to grow it waist length for Luke.
Since the revival meeting, I imagined over and over how our lovemaking would be on our wedding night.
Luke would take me gently into his arms and kiss me.
He would tell me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.
I would feel his hands gently caress my breasts, tasting his lips for the first time. Luke would gently break my hymen with his manhood, kissing me and slowly bring me to orgasm spilling his seed into me.
Then would lie there talking about our future. Before marriage, we talked about having a big family; Luke wanted at least six children.
When I got out of the bathroom, the curtains were drawn and Luke was waiting for me. I got into bed next to my sexy husband. Luke reached over and turned off the table lamp throwing the room into complete darkness.
I rolled over on my back awaiting my first kiss. Luke roughly… perhaps roughly is not the right word; mechanically would be better.
Luke pushed his Vaseline covered fingers into my vagina forcefully tearing my hymen causing me to cry out in pain.
We had intercourse in the missionary position that lasted a good sixty seconds, Luke lying on top of me, his full weight pushing me down, smothering me, grunting and groaning with a terrible grimace on his face as if he were in pain.
When he was done, Luke kissed my mouth once, rolled over and went to sleep. That was our love making while on our honeymoon…. to make babies. And remained our love making every night for three years.
On the last night of my honeymoon, such as it was, we were returning home and decided to stop around midnight at a gas station- convenience store to get a cup of coffee and then to use the bathrooms. I was out the ladies room first, and went to sit in the car and wait for Luke.
A slovenly young man in filthy blue jeans and a Heavy Metal Tee Shirt, driving an old rusty pickup pulled in beside our car and got out.
He spat a stream of chewing tobacco juice on the ground, drank the last of his beer, crushing the can in his hand and throwing it on the ground, farting and belching while stuffing more chewing tobacco into his mouth.
I was frightened by him and didn’t look at him, hoping that Luke would return soon so that we could leave.
Looking in my direction, he pushed his lank greasy hair out of his eyes and smiled at me, showing tobacco stained yellow teeth.
He sauntered over, sticking his head in the driver’s side window.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doin he-ah all alone this time ah night? I could smell the alcohol on his fetid breath, as well as his reeking unwashed body.
“Do you yah all want some company.” He added, turning his head spitting another stream of tobacco juice to the ground.
I was too frightened to answer and stared straight ahead hoping he would go away. Leaning farther in and reaching with his arm,
“You sure have pretty hair. He said as he stroked my long ponytail. “What do you say about you and me going to the roadhouse and get better acquainted”?
Just then Luke came out of the store carrying two cups of coffee.
“What is going on here, stop bothering my wife.”
The redneck pulled his head out the car window, sized up Luke and spit again on the ground.
“Your wife you say preacher boy.” “I thought she might like to be with a real man for a change.” “What do you say about me borrowing her for an hour or so?” This time spitting on Luke’s pants legs, staining the white linen fabric with tobacco juice and smiling through his missing front teeth.
Still hanging on to the coffee cups Luke said, “You had better leave us alone, or else. “Or else what, you’ll pray for me?” The redneck said sneering, and knocking the coffee cups from Luke’s hands.
“I’ll tell you what.” He added, taking a crumpled dollar bill from his jeans pocket and stuffing it into Luke’s white shirt pocket. “I’ll even pay for it and let you watch.” Luke just stood there with his head down as if he was praying.
A county sheriffs car pulled into the parking lot near the bathrooms and seeing it Luke straightened his back and stood up to his full height of six-four. “If I were not a man of God, I would beat you to an inch of your miserable life.” “The Lord has
answered my prayers asking him to give me strength to turn the other cheek.”
Like pushed past him and got into the car and we drove away.
Luke turned to me and said, “He should thank the Lord that the law showed up when it did.” “My prayers were answered
Mary-Beth.”” There is no telling of what I would have do to him in my righteous anger.”
Like the blind fool that I was then, I wanted to believe him and leaned over putting my head on his shoulder. Luke puffed out his chest, sitting up straighter in the seat, putting his arm around me; I was content.
After all, I thought to myself, The Bible says “But I say unto you, that ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also”.
We were home a week, and it was a Sunday morning. I was up early to make him a breakfast of pork sausage, fried eggs and grits and my famous biscuits with sausage gravy.
As we were sitting at the table eating, Luke looked at me, a thoughtful look on his face and said, “We need to do something about your hair.” I had fixed my hair in pretty bun as my mother’s suggested as is befitting a minister’s wife.
“You don’t like my hair, what is wrong with it, I have it pinned up for you.” “Nothing is wrong with your hair, but you are a married woman now.” “I was thinking a shorter, more conservative style would be nice.” “Toning your blond hair down a little, to a nice brown perhaps.” “Something that is easier to care for on our busy schedule, especially when our babies arrive.”
“Remember how that sinner was tempted in the parking lot, touching your hair?” “I know it was not your fault, but only God knows what would have happened if I didn’t show up when I did.” “You are a pretty woman and pretty women turn men’s heads.” “It is best to remove the temptation in the first place.” “I have made an appointment for you with one of our parishioners.”
Touching my hair and wanting to please him, I foolishly agreed to keep the appointment on Wednesday.
The Bible says a wife shall obey her husband in all things; and I still loved and believed in him.
I arrived at the salon thirty minutes early to browse through the pictures in the hairstyle books. I chose a simple chin length bob cut with eye framing bangs selecting a hair model with rich dark brown hair that complemented the cut.
Mrs. Sullivan the salon owner and my stylist escorted me to her cutting station, and sat me in the chair, putting the cape around my neck. Showing her the open book and pointing to the picture, I said to her, “I really like this one, I think it would look nice on me.”
Taking the book from me, Mrs. Sullivan said, “You are so right dear that style would suit you just fine.” Setting the book aside. Mrs. Sullivan took the hairpins out of my bun, letting my hair drop down into a cute sassy ponytail. I loved wearing my hair this way the best.
“You have beautiful hair Mary-Beth, would you like to donate your ponytail to Locks Of Love? “I just nodded, daydreaming about how I would curl my hair for Luke when I got home, after I bought a styling wand of course, thinking maybe being a brunette would not be so bad after all.
I assumed that Mrs. Sullivan was going to reposition my ponytail lower at the nape of my neck; instead she took the scissors and started chewing through my medium high ponytail just above the elastic hair tie. “Mrs. Sullivan, what are you doing?” I cried out in alarm. “I thought we agreed on the bob, now the back will be to short.”
Mrs. Sullivan stopped a puzzled look on her face, but then smiled, replying, “No dear, you misunderstood me, I agreed with you that that style would look nice on you, not that I was going to cut it that way.” “Your husband picked out a nice short haircut on Tuesday, I thought you knew that.”
After she severed my beautiful ponytail, she held it up for me to see, then placed it on the shelf of her cutting station, saying she would braid it later.
Taking up the scissors, Mrs. Sullivan cut my hair in a rough bowl
cut just above my ears. I started tearing up and Mrs. Sullivan stopped and brought me a box of tissue. Patting my hand she assured me that I would look cute in my new style. She then turned the chair around, facing away from the mirror.
Picking up the electric clippers and snapping a 3/4″(13mm) guard in place, she ran the clippers up the sides and back right up to the bowl, lifting it with a comb and stopping. She changed the clipper guards five times: 5/8″(16mm), 1/2″(13mm), 3/8″(10mm), 1/4″(6mm) and finally 1/8″(3mm.), running the clippers up the back and sides, tapering and blending, 1/8″(3mm) at my hairline, 3/4″(13mm) long, at the bottom of the bowl.
Taking me over to the sink, Mrs. Sullivan washed my
remaining hair and then she applied the color while telling I would have to wait twenty minutes for the color to set.
I asked to be excused to go to the ladies room and locked my self in. I put the cover on the toilet down and sat down, crying my eyes out, hating Mrs. Sullivan, hating my husband and the filthy redneck for touching my hair.
Then I prayed, calming myself asking for forgiveness for hating them.
I lost track off all time; Mrs. Sullivan knocked on the door reminding me my time was up. I washed my face, and then exited the restroom.
After the excess color was rinsed from my hair, it was back to the chair, again facing away from the mirror.
Mrs. Sullivan again picked up the scissors and started cutting the bowl, further shaping and blending it into the sides and back.
She combed my hair forward and cut short blunt bangs.
Watching her, I was thinking that I have not had bangs this short since I was three years old or any bangs since then; I remembered the picture my parents took of me after I cut them myself.
I always took good care of my hair, getting it trimmed regularly,
and hot oil treatment to keep it soft and shiny.
When I was first married, it was blunt cut all one length with no layers. I wore it center parted or parted off to the right, depending on my mood.
From the time I was a little girl, my mother used to brush my hair and braid it for me, just before bedtime. It was our special time together. We would talk and tell each other secrets.
Finally we would pray together. We had a special prayer…a simple prayer that we both said together, when it was dark and the moon was out; the first prayer that I ever learned and still will say to myself on moon lit nights: “I see the moon and the moon sees me. “God bless the moon and God bless me.”
My mom brushed my hair the night before my wedding and then braided it for me. That night is was a full moon… We said our special prayer.
I cried as she finished my haircut, parting it on the right, adding layers and finally thinning the top with thinning shears.
She turned the chair around to face the mirror. I did not recognize the person staring back at me. Mrs. Sullivan was absolutely beaming. “You look so cute with short hair Mary-Beth, so youthful.” “Just shampoo and blow dry your hair; ten minutes at the most.”
I was no longer beautiful blond woman; with my hair pinned up in an elegant bun or in a sassy ponytail; I was a cute brown haired girl with a short boys haircut.
If I were not wearing a dress, or wearing makeup, I was sure to be mistaken for a teenage boy. “No charge dear, the Reverend paid in advance and left me a nice tip.”
As I was driving to my parent’s house to get my telescope, astronomy books, it occurred to me that my hair was even shorter then my husbands.
When I was eight years old, my father bought me an expensive
telescope. It came with a heavy gauge aluminum case with compartments for the various eyepieces needed for photography or viewing wildlife.
Dad and I would go to Merkle’s Hill on mild clear nights with my telescope to view the heavens. I used to take that telescope with everywhere, Dad referred to it as my “security blanket”.
When I arrived at my parents, they comforted me as best they could.
I knew that my father was very angry, but he explained that it was not proper for Mom and he to interfere, but their door was always open for me to talk.
I always felt very safe and secure around Dad, a retired Marine Corps Major. Dad was fearless and would not back down to anybody.
He was so kind and gentle with my mother and I, never raising his voice to us. When I was thirteen, we all went Christmas shopping. After we pulled into our parking space, I opened my car
and accidentally bumped the car next to us.
The occupant, a young man waiting for his girlfriend jumped out his car and started screaming and cursing at me. Dad stepped in front me and said to him, “Son, there can’t be more then one hundred dollars damage to your car if that.” “I can give the cash or we can exchange insurance information and settle that way.”
“But first, you will apologize to my wife and daughter!”
“Fuck you old man, and them too!” I didn’t know he could move so fast; Dad hit him twice in the stomach knocking the wind out of him and doubling him over. Then he grabbed the man’s wrist pinning his arm behind his back, applying pressure until he apologized over and over to Dad’s satisfaction.
I tried everything to become pregnant. Finally after three years of trying, and with the help of Dr. McCarthy my fertility specialist, I was finally blessed, my tests showed I was three months pregnant.
Mom and I were decorating the baby’s room turning it into a nursery during my fifth month. I left Mom stripping wallpaper while I went to the paint store to pick up and pay for the wallpaper I selected.
On the way, I was rear-ended at a stoplight by a delivery truck, my car mostly demolished. There were complications, I had a miscarriage and as a result I would never be able to have children.
After I returned from the hospital, more then anything I needed the support and love from my husband. I so desperately wanted him to make love to me. After my miscarriage, Luke lost all interest in sex. Luke went through all the motions, put up a good front for my parents and his congregation.
Luke was spent less and less time at home. Always attending meetings, or some other church business. When he was home he spent a great deal of time locked in his office. Under Luke’s guidance, our little church grew over the years. We added a full time daycare center and recreation hall. Luke even had a half-hour radio show on our small local AM radio station.
I was a dutiful wife, attending all of the Church functions, the fundraisers…the charming hostess, gracious public wife; we slept in separate bedrooms. I went back to my natural hair color and started growing my hair out.
I remained married to Luke for fifteen years. I attended collage part time, graduating with a B.A. in Astronomy; Luke considered the time I spent in college a waste of time and money. I celebrated my graduation by getting a dog to keep me company…. to love and return my love.
I saw beagle puppies for sale in the local paper and answered the ad. Brandy was a little female beagle puppy, a red brown and black with white feet. She was a smart, sweet little thing, and I had her house broken in a week. Brandy followed me everywhere and slept with me on my bed. Luke ignored her and Brandy soon learned to stay out of his way.
As all puppies are, Brandy was a chewer. When she was eleven months old, she chewed on one of Luke’s belts; I was not home at the time; when Luke came home and caught her; in a rage he kicked her in the stomach.
When I got home, I found Brandy in my bedroom crying in pain; she died on my lap on the way to the vets; I left Luke a week later, filing for divorce.
I received a substantial insurance settlement six years after my
accident, opening a bank account under my maiden name. I used a portion of the money to pay for my college. Luke did not have access to this account.
After living with my parents for a month, I rented a small house with the option to buy, fifty miles from my hometown; my father helped me move.
I found a full time job waiting tables’. The tips were good and I received a small monthly dividend from my investments of the insurance settlement. I had sent my resume to the R. L Wiley Planetarium in Cleveland hoping eventually to get a job there when there was an opening
Now at thirty- five years of age, I was still considered a very pretty woman, my figure had filled out over the years. Ben refers to my figure as buxom and tells me I am a much-improved version of Marylyn Monroe. My blond hair is almost waist length now and I wear it up in a bun most of the time.
I had been working at the Pegasus Dinner on the day shift for about five months, when my boss asked if I would do him a favor and work the midnight shift for two weeks, and I agreed. That’s when I first met Ben.
After the bars close we generally get very busy in the early morning hours before it slows down to a crawl. I live two miles from work and I always walk to work during the day, but I drove those nights.
I had a table of college boys, jocks; they have been coming in the past three nights always sitting in the section of tables assigned to me.
One young man in particular, John who obviously thought he was God’s gift to women was constantly flirting with me, trying to get me to go out with him, I always declined; and when I did, his buddies made fun of him; I believe they had some sort of bet going on involving me; John obviously was used to getting his way and didn’t take well to the teasing his buddies gave him.
Not that he wasn’t good looking, he was gorgeous at six-two or three, slim, muscled, with thick blond hair and blue eyes; but also vain and obnoxious. I was not sure if I ever wanted a man in my life again…except for my father.
Every time I walked by their table John kept asking me to take my hair down, and his buddies encouraged him. Then he actually offered me money to do so if I did it in front of his pals. As time progressed, he kept upping the ante; Insulted, I kept refusing.
One night, tired of their game, all of John’s buddies left except for one huge hulk the jocks nicknamed Diesel, the loudest and largest of the bunch.
Besides the two jocks, and me the only other people in the restaurant were Alice, the other waitress, and a man drinking coffee in her section. Dressed in non descript clothing, average build and height; the poor dear was walking with a cane; at least that is what I assumed to be the case. Sitting at a corner table he seemed to blend into the background.
Come to think of it, I do not remember him coming in, or how long he had been there
I was sitting in a booth on break, eating, and Alice was covering, when John walked over and sat down next to me, uninvited; placing five hundred dollars on the table, while his buddy, Diesel sat down across from me, smirking.
“There are five one- hundred dollar bills here, more then a low class stuck up bitch like you makes in a week.” John announced. “You should have gone out with me when you had the chance.” I might even have done you a favor and let you give me a blowjob.”
“I have already asked you nicely to take your hair down.” He said, putting a pair of hair cutting scissors on the table.” “It is to late for that now.” “I have decided that you are going to sell me your ponytail.” “Shall you cut it off or shall I?” He asked, as he reached for my bun. I could see the lust on his face and was afraid he wanted more then my hair.
Suddenly there was a loud bang coming from the booth next to us; startled, we all looked in that direction. The handicapped man had walked up to us quietly, unnoticed, and hit the tabletop with his cane to get their attention.
“Now that I have your undivided attention, I strongly advise you boys to leave now.” The man said; the one I now recognized from the corner having coffee.
“But first, you will apologize to the Lady.” He added, leaning on his cane. I could tell from his accent that he was not from Mississippi.
” Fuck off Yankee, this is a private party, and you’re not invited” “This bitch is interested in real men, not some old cripple like you!” Diesel said. “We are conducting a business transaction; it’s none of your business.” John added.
With practiced ease, Ben slid his hand down the shaft of the cane almost to the ferrule; with one quick motion, using the rounded handle, pulled the money and scissors from the table to the floor; again sliding the cane through his hand and grasping the shaft in the middle.
Diesel got out of the booth saying, “I’m going to stick that cane up your ass Yankee!” As he threw a roundhouse punch at Ben’s head.
Ben moved to one side avoiding the fist, and taking advantage of the Jock’s imbalance and momentum from the wild punch hooked the jock’s ankle with the cane, pulling him off his feet.
Mr. fuck off Yankee crashed to the floor hard, dislocating his shoulder. Using his good arm for support, the jock managed to stand, his right arm hanging limp and useless at his side, only to have the tip of the cane driven into his solar plexus, doubling him over and knocking the wind out of him.
“Have you had enough?” The stranger asked. Diesel had turned, holding his stomach with his left hand, his eyes pleading with his friend John for help, gasping for breath.
John was looking at his hands, refusing to make eye contact with him. I observed he had the same expression on his face, as was Luke’s; fifteen years ago when the dirty redneck confronted him in the parking lot, when I just sat there doing nothing. This time, there was no sheriff’s car in the parking lot to save me and Alice had locked herself in the Ladies room.
Ashamed of myself, I pushed John out of the booth, and then walked past him and his friend, to stand next to the handicapped stranger and to help him if necessary.
Ben glanced back at me and smiled. Then turned his attention to them. “I won’t ask again, have you had enough?”
Fuck off Yankee turned and nodded yes, the looked down. ” Put your drivers license on the table” And, Diesel did. “Good boy, now go stand in that corner and face the wall.” Ben said, pointing with his cane; Diesel meekly complied.
Ben sighed, and leaned on his cane, shaking his head, “We are waiting?” Was all he said?
“Listen dude. I…”That’s Mr. Yankee to you…boy!” Ben interrupted. I couldn’t help myself and I stifled a laugh, covering my mouth, thinking, “Mr. Yankee?”
“You wouldn’t be so tough without your cane.” John the jock said with false bravado. “You have a weapon and I don’t.” “It wouldn’t be fair fight.”
The stranger straightened up and stretched. Then he smiled and tossed the cane at the jock’s feet, ordering, “Pick it up!” John looked at the cane not moving.
Sighing again and shaking his head, The Yankee said in a mocking southern drawl, “Boy! The best part of you ran down your mama’s legs.” “And, your daddy wasn’t even there at the time!”
Then reverting back to the way he really talked. “Under the circumstances, I decided that I’m not going to allow you to soil this Lady’s ears with an apology.” ” If that is all right with you?”
He added, taking my hand and squeezing gently. His hands were warm and callused; I didn’t want him to let go, I just nodded, yes no longer frightened, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Put yours driver’s license on the table next to your friend’ and sit down.”
Diesel let out a loud moan and fainted, sliding down the wall to his knees.
My Yankee went over to Diesel and rolled him to a sitting position, leaning him against the wall, which woke him up.
“I’m going to put your arm back in place and it’s going to hurt.” My Yankee advised him; Diesel just nodded.
Placing his arm on the jock’s shoulder, and pulling with the other, he popped it back in place.
Walking back to where I was standing, My Yankee took my hand again, and I let him.” You both can leave now.” “Remember, we know who you are and where you live. Diesel just nodded and got up slowly to from the floor.
Walking over to the cane, he put one hand up in the air as if asking for permission, and then he bent down and picked it up slowly with great deliberation and put it on the table. With a serious look on his face he nodded and my Yankee nodded back.
As they were walking toward the door, John bent over reaching
for the money. His friend took it away from him and put it on a table. “Hey what about my money!” John exclaimed. “Leave it.”
His friend barked, pushing him toward the door.
“But he still has our drivers licenses!” John whined.
“Shut the Fu… Diesel stopped not finishing his sentence, then raised his hand again “Shut your mouth, it is over and so are we.”
“Diesel you don’t understand, I…. Diesel backhanded him in the mouth with left hand, and John staggered back, holding his mouth and nose, blood dripping between his fingers, a shocked look on his face.
“I understand all right, you didn’t help me.” “You aren’t even worth a punch in the face.” “I heard what he said about your mother.” “You wouldn’t even fight him without his cane.”” She really must be something special.” “Her boyfriend was willing to take us both on.”
Diesel grabbed his former friend by the shirt and headed for the door. “Diesel.” I called after him. “Apology accepted.” He nodded his head, closing the door behind them, and my Yankee let go of my hand.
We watched Alice come out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened and go into the kitchen to clean the grill.
Turning to really look at him for the first time, I saw that he was around my age, in his mid-to-late thirties. I would guess his height to be five-seven, a good inch shorter then I was and weighed about one hundred fifty pounds; Both of the jocks were at least 100 lbs. heavier and 5 to 6 inches taller. He had a receding hairline, much like my father’s, and sensibly had it cut short to the scalp.
The Yankee, who Diesel mistook for my boyfriend, was not what you would call a handsome man, he was plain bordering on homely. Most women would not have given him a second glance; I used to be one of those women; when I was seventeen, not even a glance. Perhaps his nose is a bit large; but his light gray eyes were warm and kind, and wrinkled on the sides now that he was smiling at me.
Ben is somewhat shy around women, until he gets to know them. Strong and assertive around other men, I still can make him blush, even when we are alone. I love it when he hugs me and I still have to remind him that I won’t break and he loves to be touched and touch me…something I never got from Luke. Ben is a thoughtful gentle lover will always pleasure me first, and he loves to cuddle
afterwards.
After they left I thanked him for what he did. “I am pleased to meet you kind sir.” I said smiling, unsure how to thank a strange man from saving me from God knows what. ” Do you make a habit out of saving strange women in distress?” I felt a little foolish after I said that, but I couldn’t just continue to just stare at him. He blushed and smiled, looking down and then up. I could see then he was a little shy and not accustomed to being praised and I found this to be so sweet.
I watched him gather his courage; he held out his hand and introduced himself. I noticed how his eyes wrinkled at the corners as he smiled, a glad to meet you smile, genuine and warm. But mostly it was his eyes and the way he was looking at me, such expressive eyes, as if he was looking into my soul, but sad at the same time.
I have never met a man who could convey so many thoughts or emotions just with his eyes.
But they were so cold…. like a glacier, cold, overwhelming, unyielding when he confronted those boys; now they were melting like a spring thaw; pure, clean water washing over me.
“I pleased to meet you Mary-Beth.” My name is Ben Ward and you are my first since I retired.”
We sat and had coffee together. Ben was originally from New York City,a retired fireman, and currently a certified EMT. He told me he bought his house with five acres for the taxes two months ago. Having lived in apartments all of his life, he was looking forward to a slower, laid back lifestyle.
” The place needs a lot of work, but the price is right.” “I gutted the inside, everything is down to the bare studs. “Next week, I will be hooked up to the city water.”
He told me his address, and I was surprised to learn he lived two roads over from me. I told him a little bit about my divorce and how I loved astronomy and that this job was only temporary.
I found out he was never married, and I asked him why.
“I guess I never found the right girl.” “I’ll know when I find her and she will know it too.” I saw the sadness in his eyes, but that passed when he changed the subject, talking about his dog; then his face lit up
“Sophie has been with me 13 years now. “Sure she’s slowing down a bit, but that’s all right.” “She is eating good and is still able to get around.” “What kind of dog is she Ben?” I asked.
“Sophie’s a beagle, a stray that I got at the animal shelter.”
“I guess nobody wanted her… Much like me.” He laughed.
“But I really love the old girl…………………………………………….”
“Did I say something to upset you?” He asked. I was thinking about my Brandy and he must have seen it in my face.
“No, it is nothing, will you look at the time, and I have been sitting here almost 30 minutes.” “The boss will be here soon.” I said, getting up.
“Mary-Beth wait!” I turned to look at him. Ben swallowed, and stood up, and then, taking a deep breath, “Do you think we could have dinner together? ” “It does not have to be here.” “But it can if you want it too.”
“I’m sorry Ben, I am not ready for that yet, I don’t know if I will ever be.” I could see the hurt in his eyes, even though his expression did not change, except for the wrinkles near his eyes; damn him, why did he have to be so nice.
“Of course, I understand perfectly, with your divorce and all.”
“It must have been really hard on you.” “I hope you get that job at the planetarium.” He said extending his strong, warm callused hand for me to shake, when he deserved a kiss on the cheek, at the very least. I took his hand shaking it.
“It was a real pleasure meeting a fine Southern Lady like you Mary-Beth.” Ben said, picking up his cane and rapping the tip once, sharply on the floor; I watched him walk out the door.
A couple of weeks had gone by since the incident at work.
Out of curiosity I took a different way home and drove out to Ben’s
place, just to look mind you, I told myself, and besides I was not ready yet and we couldn’t possibly have anything in common.
There was no car in the driveway; good he probably was not home.
It was a large house set back about 400 yards from the road; two and a half stories and it was not much to look at; weathered gray, no paint to be seen. The wrap around front porch was sagging, it’s roof falling in with columns missing and the front steps were gone. Most of the windows were boarded over and there were holes in the roof covered with plastic tarp.
Ben’s property was overgrown with vines and weeds; although I could see he had started to clear a small section around the house. His barn had collapsed and was overgrown with vines. No wonder Ben bought the property for taxes; nobody wanted it, the house was probably vacant for years.
I never saw Ben again in the restaurant after that day; seven months later I was interviewed for a job at the planetarium and then finally got my dream job.
I made some female friends and a few male acquaintances at my new job. One of my male coworkers made a pass at me on my first day.
A year had gone by since leaving my husband; I decided to test the waters. I went out on my first date; Dutch treat with a man one of the girls from work fixed me up with.
From the start, I let him know that I was not ready for a relationship and only wanted to be friends and he agreed.
We went for coffee and desert. On our next date, we went out for lunch; Dutch treat, of course. Then it was dinner and a movie; he paid for dinner, and I paid for the movie. It was late when he dropped me off home, I invited him in for tea, and that is what I meant, a cup of tea.
I had just closed the door and he was all over me. I told him to stop and he wouldn’t, telling me “You know you want it.” “Stop being a tease.” And I screamed the first thing that came to mind. “Ben, get in here!
When Marcus turned to see whom I was calling, I kneed him in the groin and pushed him out the front door, locking it.
“Leave or I’m calling the police.” I shouted through the door as he staggered to his car.
I took a hot shower and went to bed. The next day, I confronted
Rosie and told her about her brother. “That’s not the story I heard,
he told me that you were all over him and then changed your mind.” “If you didn’t want it, why invite him in?”
“I invited him in for tea!” I exclaimed. “Right!” Miss innocence.”
“So pure and Lady like.” “Married to a minister.” “You are nothing more then a holier then thou cheap tease.” “I bet you never put out for your husband either!”.” “No wonder you are divorced.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was so upset; I went to my supervisor and asked to take the rest of the afternoon off.
I drove to Ben’s house intending to talk to him and apologize.
Again there was no car in the driveway and I was having second thoughts. I parked the car on the road and walked up the driveway, admiring the complexity of its pattern.
You wouldn’t know it was the same house. Ben had removed the rutted hard packed dirt driveway and replaced it with a brick driveway, two cars wide that extended right up to and wrapping around the front of the house up to the huge restored porch, which now had wide brick steps and heavy wrought iron railings leading to the front door. The restoration to house was complete; roof to basement and the wood was primed ready to be painted.
I noticed that there was nothing on that magnificent porch except for one oak rocking chair and a folded red wool blanket.
The old barn was torn down and there was a ditch around the field stone foundation, which was being repaired and restored.
I got into my car and drove over to the next road and parked.
Getting out of my car, I walked through the field, and into the tree line, until I could see Ben’s house through the trees, finding a fairly level piece of ground for a tripod…. perfect, I had a clear view to the front of his house.
For the next two weeks, I drove by his house, always at a different
time until I determined his schedule and routines.
One late afternoon, an hour before dark, I set up my telescope to watch the stars, but mostly to watch Ben.
I observed that Ben worked hard at cleaning his property in the
late afternoon when it was cooler, right up until dark.
His little beagle followed him around the yard. It was obvious that she was having trouble walking; at the end of the day Ben picked her up and carried her up the front steps, putting her down on her blanket.
He would bring out his dinner and hers and they would eat together, always saving something from his plate to give her.
I started bringing my dinner with me and waited to eat with them.
Then they would sit on the porch listening to the radio until about midnight. I watched them for about a month, wishing that I had gone out to dinner with him, just once; wishing that I were sitting on that porch; wishing…………………………………
It was overcast and Ben was not following his usual routine. The weather forecast predicted a 40% chance of rain by midnight.
Ben was working in the yard, but he didn’t seem himself; perhaps he was ill and Sophie wasn’t outside with him. Watching him for a month it was obvious that he enjoyed the hard manual labor of clearing his property. This evening he seemed to be dragging his feet as if he were tired or his heart was not in it, and he would pause often, looking at the house.
Around 10:00 PM he went into the house and came back outside.
Ben was carrying a small bundle in his arms, wrapped in a red wool blanket as if he were carrying a baby or a small child.
I watched him kneel and put his bundle gently on the ground; he left and returned with a shovel; He started to dig his beloved Sophie’s grave.
My heart was breaking watching him; I thought about my loveless
marriage and the time I wasted with Luke. I realized how lonely
I was; how lonely he was, and now everything that he ever loved was gone; I started to cry.
It was raining now, lightly; the wind was starting to pick up and
I still watched, wanting to comfort him and share his grief.
I watched him kneel and place her gently into her grave and then stand. It was raining harder now, but at least it was a warm Mississippi rain.
Ben picked up the shovel and walked over looking down into her grave.
The telescope was useless now, the rain coming down in buckets
distorting the image in the eyepiece.
I hurriedly started putting things away watching him stand there; everything wet and slippery. I slipped and knocked over my telescope tipping the case and spilling the various eyepieces to the ground.
I was on my knees, sobbing in the dark, groping for the last eyepiece, when there was a roll of thunder and a flash of lightning followed by another flash.
Crying out his name, I looked in Ben’s direction. The lightning flashes illuminated him as he dropped to his knees and reached down into the hole, coming up with his Sophie wrapped in her red blanket. He held her tight to his chest; still on his knees, rocking, with his face pressed against his precious bundle, Sophie was no longer there to return his love.
Sobbing uncontrollably now, I fled the stand of trees, the branches hitting me as I frantically pushed through them, trying to get to him and leaving my telescope behind; praying as I ran.
I ran up his driveway falling on the slippery bricks, skinning my hands, oblivious of the pain, praying. When I finally reached him, I felt as if a burden had been lifted from my soul. I calmly knelt beside him in the mud touching his shoulder “Ben, it’s me Mary-Beth” “Let me help you Ben, as you helped me.” “She’s gone Mary-Beth.” “I am truly alone now.”
Moving to the other side of the grave, and reaching out with my arms, I said, “Let me help you Ben.” “Let me help you put Sophie to rest.” Ben lifted his head looking at me and extended Sophie in his arms for me to take across the way. Putting my hands under his we slowly laid his precious Sophie to rest, then I took his hands and squeezed them, looking at his beautiful, homely face.
Letting go, I started pushing the wet soil and mud into the grave with my hands; discarding the shovel, Ben did the same; we finished by smoothing the top and patting it level, our hands touching as we worked.
Taking his strong hands in mine, I said “I never really thanked you properly for saving me.” I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
“I’m afraid Mary-Beth.” “What are you afraid of Ben?”
“I’m afraid of being alone.” He said softly.
“Not you Ben.” “You are not afraid of anything.” “I won’t let you be afraid… my brave Yankee.” I said kissing his mouth.
“Will you spend the night?” He asked. “I have a spare bedroom.”
“Just having you in the house with me tonight will be enough.”
“Of course I will stay Ben.” Looking up I noticed for the first time that it had stopped raining the full moon was peeking through the clouds. “Look Ben, a harvest moon!” “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Not as beautiful as you Mary-Beth.” Now it was my turn to blush. “Mary-Beth, there is something I need to say so that I will know…so you will know.” He said, putting his hands around my waist and looking into my eyes.
“I see the moon and the moon sees me…………………….
I reached up and touched his face finishing the prayer “God bless the moon and God bless me.”
“And we knew………………………………………………………………….”

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The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 25) – Two Weeks

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Fiction

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True Story

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“Yes,” replied the clerk, “But your wife has been here a month.”

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