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Deborah: Closure

The final part of the ‘Deborah’ story; follows on from the first two so read those first to get the most out of this one

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The Pizza Came II

Sorry it has taken a while to do an addition to my story “The Pizza Girl Came” but life has been taking me all kinds of different directions, as life will. I have read all the comments and have taken them into consideration. As that was my first ever erotic story I was still learning. This one should be easier to read due to more knowledge of formatting. So here it is…

Fantasm

Carrie’s Training

Seducing Carrie was one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. I just approached her right after the first time we met and told her I was going to take her to bed and fuck her until she had the best orgasm of her life. She had protested weakly about not being on birth control when I entered her without a condom, but I had simply pushed her legs apart and taken her anyway.
Carrie was maybe thirty-five, with high cheek bones and round hips and an amazing ass. I knew I wanted to fuck her the first time I lay eyes on her and I got my wish pretty quickly. That was where the trouble started.
I kept my promise and fucked her cunt until she cried out and writhed in pleasure. When I started to speed up my thrusts she looked fearfully up at me and said “Are you gonna pull out? I might get pregnant.”
“Why would I give a fuck if you do?” I said, and I pushed her head back down as I started to come. Her pussy was still fairly wet, but it started to chafe against the base of dick as I thrust into her over and over again. She let out a pathetic whimper right as I began to blow my load into her, and when I looked down at her face her expression of fear and pain made me thrust even harder.
After I was finished my cum started to drip out of her pussy. I made her wipe it up with her fingers and swallow, then I sent her home. I hadn’t meant to be so harsh with her, but her submissive helplessness spoke to a primal urge I couldn’t ignore.
I approached her outside her work the next week. She jumped when she saw me and hurried around the corner to talk to me, her eyes cast submissively at the ground.
“I need your help.” She said in a whisper. Her eyes were already starting to water. “I’m pregnant. I’ve been to the doctor and everything. I’m married! This can’t be happening.” She was starting to sob now, so I put my arm around her shoulders and walked her towards my car. I put her in the passenger seat and started to drive away. “Where are we going?” She asked in he same desperate tone.
“Somewhere we can talk. How about my place?” She nodded. So trusting. When we got to my house I gave her a drink of water and told her to sit down. She was wearing a short black business skirt, the lines of her panties showing through as she sat down. “I actually think this is great news. You can leave our husband, problem solved there. And I’ll take care of you, I’ve always wanted a pregnant women.” Her startled and confused expression turned me on at once.
“What? You mean you’ve always wanted a child?.. I can’t leave-”
“I think your lips would look fantastic around the base of my dick.” She stopped short at that and then said
“Is sex all you can think about at a time like this?”
I slapped her in the face, hard enough to knock her over sideways on the couch.
“All I ever think about concerning you is sex, Carrie. You’re pretty, but you’re just about useless as anything but a coffee fetcher and sex slave. Do you understand?” She did nothing for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Good. Now get in the bed room and take your shirt off.” She began to cry again as she rose from the couch walked into the bedroom like a shamed child. I loaded myself a bong rip, took it, and then followed her in.
She was staring at the bed slowly lifting her shirt up over her shoulders. I was delighted by her willingness to do what I told her too, but I could barely control the sudden urge to dominate her even more. I waited until she unclasped her braw and let her pendulous breast fall lose and bounce easily back and forth. Then I walked up behind her and shoved her into the wall, hard. She cried out and fell onto to the bed where she lay with her hand on her face. A large red mark below her eye was already turning purple. A small line of blood rose up under her upper lip. Her eyes teared up and she looked at me, apparently for explanation.
“You’ll get undressed faster next time I tell you to, right?” She nodded again, tears beginning to run dow her face again. “Let’s start slow. Turn around and face the headboard.” She immediately rolled onto her hands and knees facing away from me. The wooden headboard had a ledge on it, right about level with her face.
Again I was getting caught up in hurting this girl, but I couldn’t help it. I had such control over and she hadn’t even tried to tell me no once. Still I was a little surprised to find how much I enjoyed what I did next.
I undid her skirt and let it fall down to her knees, revealing tiny pink underwear, partially cover her large heart-shaped ass. She started to cry a little harder now, and I told her to take off her panties. She obeyed at once, working her panties off her hips and into a pile beside her with her skirt. I tossed both across the room and she began to stare at them with desperation. I took my belt off and undid my pants. Carrie desperately tried to control her breath as she turned her face back toward the headboard.
She squealed in pain and shock as my leather belt, slammed into her cunt. Her hips raised slightly from the blow, and her pussy lips began to swell a once. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it forward.
“Bite the shelf.” I said. She didn’t obey at once this time. She tried to hold her head back and whimpered
“Please…”
Her hair was in two long braids which I now used to yank her head back and slap her in the side of the face again. Then I shoved her forward until her mouth was on the wood again. This time she opened her mouth and bit down on the wood. I gently pushed her legs apart, and shoved my dick up into her wet, waiting pussy. I kept my hand on the back of her head, and kept pressing forward with my cock, she cried out and tried to twist away as the wood head board jammed into her mouth. I started fucking her harder than I’d ever fucked a girl. Her whimpering shouts went in time to my thrust and drove me on.
I eventually came, filling her cervix up with so much cum it spilled out again. I let her sit back from the head board, her face bruised, her mouth full of blood. She swallowed and looked at me through her tears.
“Are you done with me for now?” She asked almost hopefully. Ironically, the question just made me want to fuck her again. Rape her again really, its not like any of this had been her idea.
“No. By my count you still have two more holes.” Her look of horror made me get hard again almost at once. She started to move off the bed and towards the door, shaking her head in terror. I walked over to her calmly and told her she was never to leave the bed without my permission. Then I grabbed her pigtails again, and smashed her face into the top of my dresser, being careful to leave her pretty nose unbroken. After that and a punch to her ribs she was about done with fighting. I shoved her over onto the bed, and took out some thin silver wire. She didn’t resist when tied her wrists and forearms together behind her back, but she sobbed and twisted when I slipped them around her tits and pulled them as tight as I could.
“I’m a warrior, miss.” I said. “I could kill you and your unborn child and all your family no problem if you ever disobey me. Remember that.” When I rolled her over, she was still swallowing blood welling up from her gums. The right side of her face was now entirely black and purple. So was her cunt. I pitied this poor women.
I decided I was going to fuck her throat next. Tilting her head back, I ordered her to open her mouth. She was past disobedience now. I started slow and gentle, stopping when the head of my cock reached the back of her throat and her torso arched in a gag. I had to remind her to keep sucking twice, the second time I pulled sharply on the wires around her tits to remind her.
Pretty soon I was entering her throat over and over, her lips about a third of the way down my cock. She was sucking in panicked breaths through her nose every time the head of dick came out of her esophagus for a second. She really started to struggle when I stopped pulling my dick out, and instead plunged it all the way, jamming her head down on her neck as I shoved my cock into her open moth as hard as I could.
Her legs thrashed and she tried to pull her head away again and again, but keeping her in place with the wires around her tits was easy, I fucked the back of her throat for about 20 seconds straight, then let her breath. The next time I drove all my wait unto her face, pumping in the back of her throat for 45 seconds. The next time a fucked her for a solid minute before giving her a breath, and she past out. When I woke her up with a belt lash across her swollen tits, my dick was still in her mouth., covered in her saliva and tinted pink with blood.
I tilted her head back again and finished in her throat. By the time I was done flooding her throat with cum, her neck was starting to make popping sounds when I jammed her open jaw down on it. Feeling those pops and grinding noises on the head of m dick, I pushed even harder for the last few strokes.
I left her wired against the head board, whimpering, coughing up blood and cum and trying to swallow with her raw, violated throat.
I was only gone long enough to get lunch and have a beer. When I came back she looked at me with the same pleading expression she had before. I took more wire and looped it around one ankle and then the other, relishing her worried stare. Looping the wires on the center bedposts confused her until she realized what I was doing. I pulled the wires and tight and she screamed more deeply then she had yet. She was on her back, her head bent forward against the headboard. Her legs were now pulled all the way down so that they were almost parallel with her torso. She was no where near flexible enough to do this on her own, tendons stood out on the insides of her thighs. She was helpless as could be now. Every movement she made only pulled tighter her on her contorted thighs. The real panic set in when I placed the head of dick against her tiny grey ass hole.
“NO NO NO PLEASE!” She wailed. Her words just turned into a strangled scream as my cock tore the edge of her anus on its way in. Blood and spit were the only lube left on my dick and both were drying. The inside of her but felt so good I shoved more of myself in anyway. Her sobs were even more hysterical now, and I could feel the insides of her butt hole tearing more while I pushed farther and farther in. When my balls fell against her butt cheeks I slowly puled almost all the way out, letting the fresh layer of blood from carries butt hole work as rough lubrication.
I grabbed her pigtails yet again and made her look down at my dick jammed partway up her butt. Then I lifted her head off the bed, contorting her even more. I pulled out of her ass for a moment, and back handed her across the face several times. I picked up my belt and began lashing her cunt and ass hole and inner thighs. She whimpered more but said nothing.
I observed my work for a moment. Carries legs were wide open, pulled straight up past her shoulders, her hair attached to the bed-frame above her. Her face was still beautiful, but covered in almost as much blood and bruising as her groin. She wore an expression of misery and defeat. I pushed back into her ass hole again, and pulled on her tits to leverage myself into the tight fit.
The wires around her tits were now causing them to turn purple and her pink nipples were starting to slowly drip clear white fluid. Her breaths came only in choked gasps as I thrust into balls deep, over and over again. I started slow, but soon I was slamming myself into the battered women so hard and fast that the wires holding her ankles began to cut into her skin. I let the blood trickle down her legs and into her face and kept pounding her ass hole, despite the fact that her rectum was now practically raw.
I finished in several long hard strokes that filled her bowls with my jizz. As soon as I pulled out of her anus it started trickling cum, and then gushing. Carrie finally filled her lungs with air and sobbed for her violated body. While she was crying I blew the last of my load on her face. She looked up at m through the bruises and sperm with the same pleading look once again. I rubbed the come around in her hair with my dick and then made her suck it clean.
I told her she could use her panties to clean herself up. She left my house stumbling in a blood and cum covered pair of panties, the wet spots where jizz still oozed out of her were clearly visible. I kept her braw so that her traumatized nipples poked out through her shit. As she stumbled out the door, I said
“You’re going to where those panties everyday until the next time I see you. Go it?” She looked at me helplessly and simply said
“Yes sir.”

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Voodoo dildo

A business mans company tell him that he will have to take a long business trip to japan to clinch an important deal. Unfortunately his wife is known for cheating on him when he goes away. He loves her still but everytime she does it it breaks his heart and this trip will be the longest he has been on. He also knows that she tries hard not to cheat and has done less and less. Having given up smoking he knows how hard it is to shake an addiction so he decides to go to a sex shop to get her something to keep her amused.
On his way home he goes to a little sex shop. He looks around for a bit but doesnt really find anything satisfactory. Just as he is about to leave the owner calls him over.
“Your looking for something special?”
“Yes, i need something to keep my wife busy while im away so she wont cheat”
The owner looks at him hard then reaches under the counter and pulls out a small wooden box with mystical carvings and pictures on it. He slides off the lid and inside sits a carved wooden dildo.
“Whats so special about that?” asks the man
“Watch… Voodoo dildo door”
To the mans suprise the dildo rises from the box and starts fucking the keyhole of the door.
“Voodoo dildo box”
The dildo stops and drops back into its box.
“Thats amazing i’ll take it”
After paying for it he walks home with a smile on his face. The next morning after packing he gives his wife her present. At first she is dubious but after showing her the door trick she seems quite pleased, so he leaves on his trip.
After a week she feels then need for a shag but as she wants to stop cheating she instead gets out the dildo.
“Voodoo dildo my pussy”
The dildo rises obediently from the box and starts to shag her brains out.
A hour and ten orgasms later she feels better. Through all the sexual exstasy however she forgets the turn off command. And as she is well into orgasm numer eleven she cant think straight. she trys to pull it out to stop it but it doesnt work, so she deciedes that she will have to go to hospital to have it removed.
In the car on the way there she has another orgasm that makes her swerve dangerously. A police officer see’s this and pulls her over. He walks up to the window which she rolls down.
“Have you been drinking?”
“No” The now destrought woman replys
“A voodoo dildo is shagging me and i cant get it to stop im on my way to hospital to have it removed”
“Voodoo dildo” the officer laughs “My arse”

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Joe chapter 13

Thanks for the reviews and ideas. Joe’s storyline is already determined and I have my own surprise twist for him to cum later. I may unveil it through another character or may write a chapter 14 later on. Not sure but what happens to him is already in motion. Hope you like it.

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Taking the Miki

Miki was not the prettiest girl in the place, and she clearly didn’t want my business. But there was something about her, and her mixed messages drove me crazy.

Fantasy

My Aunts Big Surprise

This is my second story and i hope you enjoy it.
My name is Samantha, everyone calls me Sam. Every spring i go to my aunts place so that we can hang out and have fun together. Every year she has something to surprise me with, but this year I have a feeling will be different. Time will only tell.

Fiction

Coming down from the moutains3 correct

She said “I want to tell you about the time I got lost. I want you to know that when you found me that was the second time that you scared me. The first time was when I was four.” She just looked at me for a few seconds then continued. “I was four and grandpa, Uncle Mike and Aunt Debbie brought me, mom and my two brothers to your house. They were talking to you and you looked as sad as I felt so I got into your lap. I was sitting there and you pulled me tight to your chest and held me. After Uncle Mike stopped talking you screened and almost knocked me on the floor. I didn’t know why then and didn’t for awhile till Aunt Debbie took me to church one Sunday and to the graves. After I asked who they were and she told me.”
I saw a tear stat to roll down her cheek so I whipped it away.
She said “after that every Sunday we would go to church and Aunt Debbie would tell me stories about Amy, you and Emily. Afterwards we would both cry, but I also feel better.”
I whipped away a few more tears both hers and mine.
She said “It was the next year that I asked where you were and she told me about what happen. I felt so bad and when I heard grandpa and Uncle Mike talking about you and I heard them say that no one could have made it through the winter. I cried every Sunday at the graves till I found the wild flowers”.
Paula was openly crying now and for some reason I pulled her to me. She laid there with her head on my chest crying for a while as I rubbed her back.
Once she stopped crying she continued. “I was so happy that you were alive. I told everyone you were alive but grandpa told me that anyone could have put them there. I knew you were.”
She stopped talking and just laid there in my arms. She looked and said “when the first snow came I made Aunt Debbie take me to the graves because I was sure that we would see your foot prints. When they weren’t there Aunt Debbie said that you may not have been able to get down or that you went south.”
What she told me next had me crying and her holding me. She said “we didn’t have any flowers to put on the graves so every Sunday I would lay down on the graves and make snow angles for you”.
Once I stopped crying I kissed her forehead and thanked her.
She said “I waited all winter and once it started to warm up I sat down with Aunt Debbie and told her that we need to let you know it was time to come home. So she wrote the note to you and I left it at the graves. It was two weeks before you took it and I waited all summer for you to come home”. She put her head back down on my chest then continued. “I cry so hard the day we found your note”. Then she started crying again.
When she stopped she looked back up at me and said “every year I waited for you to come and stay but every year you would leave so when the Girl Scout said we were going for a hike up in the hill I planned to fine you and if you wouldn’t come home I was going to stay with you”. Then she giggled and said “it didn’t work out like I planned”.
She giggled again saying “you know you look nothing like the picture I have of you”.
We both started laughing. After we stopped laughing she sat up and said let’s eat. She pulled out some fried chicken that smelt wonderful. My mouth was watering just thinking about it. I couldn’t remember when the last time I had any and I told her so.
She said that she got up early this morning to make this for us and that she had been planning it all winter long.
It was the best meal I had ate since the accident, fried chicken, potato salad, fresh homemade rolls and ice tea.
All through the meal I keep telling her how good it was. When she said wait for dinner I guess she saw the worried look.
She laughed and said “Aunt Debbie is making it and I will meet her at the end of the trail and bring it up”. I relaxed a little bit after that.
After we finished I helped her put everything away, she stood up and took my hand and walked us to the trees by the lake. She pointed to a group of people in the park and said “see those people”. I just nodded. She said “they are my mom, my two brothers and their families, my grandparents and some of my cousins”.
I looked at her and asked her why she wasn’t with them. She laughed then said “I can go join them but only if you will join me”. When I didn’t say anything she said “I understand, mom knows we are here. I told her last night what I wanted to do”.
She pulled me down and said let’s watch. As we sat there she said “over the winter I was so scared that you might have got caught in the snow and mom knew something was wrong. So I told her that I had lied to her about where I was most of the summer. Then I told her about asking you to stay one more week because I wanted to tell you about my dance even though you said you needed to get going. I just knew if something happen to you, it would have been because of me”.
I whipped away a few tears and pulled her close to me and told her if anything happens to me it would not be her fault. Last fall I choose to stay knowing the risk but I felt it was more importation to be here for you and it was worth the risk.
We just sat there with her head on my shoulder and my arm around her waist. We watched as her families picnic ended and everyone leaving but for one person standing by the lake looking in our direction.
Paula stood up and helped me stand, she said that’s my mom, she has always wanted to thank you for letting us live in your house. She slowly started to pull me through the trees while asking me if I trusted her.
As we came out of the trees she walked us to the edge of the lake, then she waved to her mom who returned the wave. I saw her put her hands to her face and I heard her yell “thank you”.
I just waved and she returned it then turned around and started to walk back to town.
Paula led us back into the trees and once we were in the clearing she hugged me and thanked me for doing that for her and her mom.
I looked at her and she said “even after everything that Aunt Debbie and I have told her I don’t think that she truly believed but she will now”.
She still had her arms around me so I pulled her in tighter for a hug. I know we stood there for awhile before she said she needed to go meet her Aunt Debbie at the church.
We walked back the way we came and once we were at the main path Paula said “I know that you’re not ready to come home right now but can you come with me. I know that Aunt Debbie really wants to see you.”
I told her I wasn’t sure if I could. She put her arms around me and asked “do you trust me”. I smiled and said you already know the answer. She gave me a kiss on the cheek then started to pull me down the path.
We were almost to the end of the path, there was one turn left then it ended at the church. Paula stopped me there and said “wait here”. With another kiss to my cheek she walked around the bend.
I could hear her talking to someone then I heard a car door close and I could hear two people walking up the path. When Paula came around the bend she was hold a different basket in one hand and Amy’s moms hand in the other.
Now she had seen me the other night but, it was really dark with no moon so I don’t know how good she could see me. Now there was good light and she showed no sign of shock at what I looked like. I’m sure that Paula had told her all she knows about me. At least that’s what I got from our talk today.
As they got to me Paula let go of Amy’s moms hand and stopped but Amy’s mom keep coming to me. She stopped in front of me and took both of my hand and brought them up and kissed them.
Now I know where both Amy and Paula got this from.
She smile and said it’s nice to see you again. Then she dropped my hands and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. Slowly I put my arms around her and hugged her back.
I looked up and saw Paula smiling and I smiled back. Since last Sunday I just couldn’t help it, when I saw that she was happy it made me happy.
I heard Amy’s mom giggle and I looked down to see her looking up at me. I let her go and she stepped back. She looked backed to Paula and then to me and said I hope to see you again soon. She turned around and as she passed Paula she said she could make it back by herself.
I watched Amy’s mom till she was out of sight. I looked to Paula and she was watching me with that smile and I felt happy.
Paula said come on lets head up and see what we have for dinner. As she came to me I held out my hand and she seemed too smiled even more. She took my hand and we walked back to my camp.
When we got there she opened the basket and pulled out another blanket and handed it to me. I spread it out then took the plates and containers with the food and put them on the blanket.
Once everything was laid out she handed me a wet cloth and she had one and cleaned her hands. I did the same then we sat down. She started to place food on to the plates.
Again the smell was making my mouth water. There was roast, green beans, mashed potato, fresh bread and there was a apple pie.
After she had put the food on the plates she handed one to me and then sat down next to me and took her plate. There wasn’t much said while we ate but I keep watching her and she was watching me. After eating the roast, green beans and mashed potato, Paula took my plate and cut a piece of the pie and put it on my plate.
Paula moved in front of me then gave me a bite then took one for herself. I took the fork off of her plate and she gave me another bite. I cut her a bite and feed it to her. She giggled and I just smiled.
We finished the pie and we put everything away. When I looked around it was already getting dark. I told Paula I would walk her down the path because I didn’t want her getting lost on me again.
She giggled and said “you could walk me home, you know where I live”.
When she saw my reaction, she ran over to me saying, “I’m sorry” as she wrapped her arms around me.
I told her that was ok as I held her. I said I know where you live but I don’t know if I could go there.
As I watched Paula turn the corner and disappear I step back in to the trees to wait for it to get dark. As I sat there I keep getting this feeling like I was being watch.
The first winter with Trapper John he taught me how to know when you’re being watch. He said once I knew what it felt like, I would know what an animal felt and might be able to stop it.
I didn’t see where they were right now and it didn’t matter because I’m sure they could not see me now and were just watching the area I stepped into. So I put it out of my mind for now and sat back to wait.
I started to think about today, I had a good time with Paula. I liked to watch her when she was happy or curious. As I started going over what she had told me, Paula was the little girl that I have watch over the years at Amy’s and Emily’s graves. From the way she talked she made sure that they were taken care of, even when I wasn’t here.
But there was something else from our talk, she wasn’t just taking care of them because I wasn’t there, she was doing it for me, to let me know she care about me too. I didn’t know till today that I had been hurting her by leaving every fall not knowing if I would ever come back.
All of a sudden us eating the apple pie popped in my head. I had acted like some young kid in love feeding her bites of pie. Then I realized she had started it first and I started to get confused.
Without even checking to see if I was still being watched or if anyone could see me. I ran out of the woods to Amy’s grave.
I was on my knees telling her how much I loved her, missed her and how sorry I was for feeling so happy today.
Somehow I again didn’t hear Amy’s mom walk up. I didn’t know she was even there till she put her hand on my shoulder. Once she sat down next to me she told me that Amy knew how much I loved her and Emily but she also knew that Amy would not want me to be unhappy because Amy was always the happiest when I was happy. I looked at her and she said you have grieved for them, now it’s time that you lived for them and be happy for them. It’s time to come home, you know we are here for you.
She sat there with me for awhile till she said that she needed to go. I helped her up and she gave me a hug then giggled and said you know this tickles as she flipped my beard. She turned around and walked to the parking lot and got in a car that I hadn’t noticed and then left.
I laid down between the graves thinking when I felt someone was still watching me. I felt whoever it was leaving a little bit later.
A couple of weeks passed and every day Paula would come up. Some time we would go fishing or just go for walks but most of the time we would just sit and talk.
I woke up early the next Sunday and cleaned up and cleaned around the camp then went fishing. I got back to camp just as people started to show up for church so I cleaned the fish I caught and ate while waiting for church to get out hoping to see Paula.
I was thinking about her and what she had said. Here was a little girl whose father had left her and her family when she was four and since she hasn’t mention him I guess he never came back. Then she saw me, who lost his wife and little girl and I always came back. I wonder if by her taking care of their graves she thought I was coming back for her too. That would make since to a little girl but what about now.
She knew that it was my house that she lived in and allowed them to stay when I couldn’t. I figured out a long time ago that I didn’t leave because they were there. I left because of the memories that were there, now most of them I can hardly remember now.
How long have I been living in the wood, I didn’t know. The next time I see Paula I will have to ask her what year it is.
I had just finished cleaning up the dishes when the church bells rang and people started to come out of the church. I couldn’t understand why I wanted to see Paula as much as I did. Maybe that was why winter seemed so long this pass year because I couldn’t wait till I got back. She was the only person that I have talk to in many years.
As I watched the first person going into the grave yard I knew it was Paula, but today she was followed by two ladies. After Paula kneeled down and put down fresh flowers I swear it looked like she was talking to them and when she kind of pointed up to where I was I knew she was.
After Paula stood up I could tell that the three of them were talking. Now I knew that one of the other three ladies was Amy’s mom but the other one I didn’t know. I watched them start to leave when I saw Paula waving.
I don’t know why I did it but I waved back even though I knew she could see me.
It was awhile before I heard someone coming up the path below. I took my scope and saw that it was Paula. I didn’t wait for her to come up I started down to meet her.
When I could see her, she had a backpack on, not like the one I had started out with so many years ago this was much smaller. When she saw me she waved and quickened her pace up the hill.
When we met she gave me a hug and asked if I was going somewhere or was it that I couldn’t wait to see her.
I just pulled her in tighter because I didn’t know what to say. After I let her go she took my hand and led me up to my camp.
When we got there she smile real big and asked me if I trusted her, then she giggled. She didn’t wait for an answer, she took the backpack off and started taking thing out of it.
She pulled out towels, soap, shampoo, and when she pulled out scissor and a razor I knew what she had planned. Now cleaning up I did, but what it looked like she was planning was a whole lot more.
As she was pulling out the last thing out of the backpack she said I hope this fits you, holding up a shirt. I guess she saw that I was unsure of this so she again asked me if I trusted her. This time I nodded yes and she smiled.
Now the reason that I camp in this spot is that there is a fresh spring that comes right out of the stone wall behind the camp. There was only one year that it didn’t run and there was hardly any rain that year.
She walked over and picked up the biggest pot that I had and walked over and filled it up then put in on the fire. I put some more wood on the fire as she started to get things set up the way she wanted it.
Once she was done she looked at me and asked “when was the last time you had your hair cut”. I told her before I left. She giggled and said it looked like it.
Now she was going to be in for a real surprise because she hasn’t seen my hair when it wasn’t tide up. I was 6 foot and when it wasn’t tide up it would drag on the ground. I guess she mistook the look I had because she said ok I won’t cut it but she did want to wash it if that was ok. Then she quickly added that her aunt said that she needed to cut that stuff off my face.
So as the water warmed up she took the scissors and started to cut off my beard till she had it as close to my face as she could. When she stepped back she turned her head one way then the other and finely said that looked a lot better and she just might leave it like that.
I felt it and she didn’t cut it as short as I thought she had, it was at least a haft inch long. As I was doing this she moved behind me and started to untie the raw hide strings that I used to tie my hair into a ponytail.
After I wash my hair and while it was still wet I started in the middle and fold it in haft while tying it up. I guess she figured this out quick because she moved to my side and asked how long was it. I told her I didn’t really know.
She laughed and said she was thinking of cutting it but now she thought she would wait. She went to the pot and felt it, when she said it was still too cold I told her that was ok I normally just used cold water anyway. She laughed and said not today because today was a special day.
I asked her what was so special about today. She turned around from the things that she had laid out and said “today’s my birthday”.
I got up and walked over to her and hugged her and as I was holding her I whispered happy birthday. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thank you.
I let her go and sat back down and as she turned back to her things I saw her wipe her eyes. I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing but her aunt was right my beard did tickle.
I laughed and told her ok she could cut it off. She didn’t turn around as she wiped her eyes again but said she just might. Finely she stopped playing with the stuff and checked the water again.
She came over and sat next to me. I put my arm around her and asked if today was her birthday didn’t she have a party to go to with friends and family. She put her head on my shoulder and said yes, her mom had rented the VFW hall and they were going to have a party there tonight for her. Then she looked up at me and said “but I wanted to spend some of this special day with you too”.
I saw the tears start before she put her head back down. I kissed the top of her head and told her I didn’t know if she knew how much it meant to me that she would want to spend even a minute of this special day with me.
I held her even tighter. I felt her stop crying but she didn’t move, she even held on a little tighter till a log popped. She wiped her eyes and stood up and said it was time for her to wash my hair as she went to the pot.
The water was hot and she got another pot with some cold water and mixed it till she had it just the way she wanted it. When she turned to me she said that I needed to take my shirt off so she wouldn’t get it wet.
Now this isn’t what I wanted to do because I was pretty scared up. My first year trapping I made some pretty dumb mistakes. Like not making sure a bobcat that I caught in one of my traps was dead before trying to skin it. I got some pretty bad scares on my chest and back from that. Then there was the time I caught a cougar in a trap that didn’t hold and ran off the side of a cliff as I was trying to get away. I was lucky that it was only about a twenty foot drop before the tree broke my fall also leaving a few scares.
Maybe she just thought that I was just being shy because she said “I’ve seen guys without their shirts on, remember I have two older brothers”. With that she started to untie my shirt. I was watching her and saw the shock look, but she didn’t say anything right away. When she did, it was just “you will have to tell me one day about these”.
She started to wash my hair from the top down having to go back once to get some more water. Once she had it washed she dried it the best she could, she started brushing it out.
Once she was done she went and got some more warm water and a wash cloth and started washing my back. I felt her more than once run a finger along one of the scares. After she had finished with my back she washed my chest.
As she washed my chest I watched her the whole time and again she traced a few of the scares.
Once she was done to her liking she went back to her backpack and pulled out something that I didn’t know what it was. When she saw me looking at it she laughed and said it was for my hair but if she knew it was that long she would have got two of them.
It looked like a leather sleeve that was about 12 inches long with braided leather holding the sides together. She folded my hair in half and slid this up my hair, then she giggled saying that she would have to use some of my ties to finish. Once she was done she walked back to her things and brought the shirt over and asked if I would try it on for her.
I stood up and she helped me put it on. Once it was on she stepped in front of me and buttoned it up. When she was done she put all of her things back into her backpack.
Once she was done she said “take me for a walk”. I took her hand and we walked around for awhile and when I decide it was time to head back I knew where I wanted to end the walk. When we walked into the valley that I found her in over four years ago she squeezed my hand.
I stopped us as close to the spot that I first saw her, she pulled me into a hug and held me. I held her till she looked up at me with a tear just started to roll down her cheek. She said thank you for today and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
She stepped back and said “I know it’s time for me to go”. She started walking up to the ridge pulling me behind her. She was quite till we got back to my camp.
After putting on her backpack she turned to me and said “I know you might not be ready but I want you to know I really want you at my party tonight but I understand if you can’t come”.
I pulled her into a hug and thanked her for understanding and for sharing today with me. I took her hand and said I would walk her to the end of the path.
When we got to the end of the path I again gave her a hug and thanked her again for today. She gave me another kiss on the cheek and left without asking me to come to her party.
I walked back up to my camp. I just sat there thinking about today. Paula had given up most of today to spend time with me. It made since why she wanted to wash my hair and cleaned me up. She wanted me to come to her party and if I didn’t she had this time together.
I got up and started to clean up and put everything away. It started getting dark so I started walking down the path to the church. It was still a little light but I walked to Amy’s and Emily’s graves. I told them about today and how good it felt that Paula wanted to share today with me. When I told them that she wanted me to come to her party, it was like I could hear Amy telling me that she wanted me to go. I even looked around to see if someone was standing there.

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Norma’s secret life Ch. 3

Norma’s secret life Ch.3
Chapter 3
It was nearly 9.00am before she woke the next morning. Stan had already left for the office. She had been exhausted after the previous night’s sexual activities with Toby. Her sexual appetite had been satisfied for the time being. Going to the bathroom she showered and attended to her toiletries, taking great pains in cleaning her pussy lips and pubic hair.
For some time Norma had been considering the prospect of shaving her pubic hair. She knew that Stan would object to her having a naked pussy. The thought racing through her mind was exciting her. Sitting on the toilet with her legs spread she reached between her legs and rubbed and fingered her hairy cunt lips only to find that she was still wet from her shower. Removing her hand she bought it to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. As she was licking her fingers Toby came into the toilet and sat in front of his naked mistress. Norma could see the tip of his shiny cock poking out of its hairy sheath.
“Oh! Toby” she whispered, “You always seem to be ready, why can’t Stan be more like you? Especially in the cock department. Maybe then he could knock me up.”
Norma made her decision; she quickly stood up and taking Stan’s shaving cream she lathered her cunt hairs, picked up his razor she quickly shaved. Once she was finished she washed the remaining her pussy and went into her bedroom laying on the bed she admired her handiwork in the full length mirror. When she was satisfied with what she had accomplished. She got off the bed and got down onto her hands and knees beside the bed and waited.
Toby had followed her into her bedroom and was sniffing and licking at her cunt when she couldn’t take his tongue lashings any longer. She said, “Now Toby.”
Toby needed no coaxing he quickly mounted her wrapped his legs tightly around her waist and with one shove he drove his long cock into her bare cunt.
When Norma felt his hairy sheath pressing against her naked pussy lips she orgasmed almost immediately. On this occasion Toby didn’t tie with her and as quickly as he squirted his hot cum into her and they came apart. Norma got off the floor showered and decided to do the housework and walk around naked, something she would never have considered had been Stan at home. When it came to nudity Stan had always been the ultimate prude. He wouldn’t even make love with the light on and he refused to let Norma sleep naked. He tolerated no panties but total nudity was definitely out.. Norma didn’t know how Stan was going to take the fact that she had shaved her pubes; she really didn’t care. He had always been against nakedness.
She found out quickly enough that night. As they lay side by side in bed Stan reached out under her nightie feeling for her pussy, he was appalled when he felt her naked pussy, he quickly pulled his hand away; it was as if he had been burnt. Stan jumped out of bed and he was quickly followed by Norma. A heated fight followed where insult followed insult with the bed between them Norma felt a little safety.
“You’re turning into a slut,” Stan yelled at her. “You think I don’t know what is going on do you?”
“And what do you care,” she screamed back at him. “All you care about is how quick you can get your puny little cock into me and empty your balls into me and how quickly you can get to sleep. You are nothing more than a little cocked bastard who can’t satisfy a real woman.”
Norma stormed out into the lounge room quickly pursued by Stan. As he caught up with her he closed his hand into a fist and raised it as if he was going to strike his now furious wife. Fearful for her safety Norma went to the back door and let Toby inside. The dog sat quietly alongside Norma. Stan raised his fist to her again but thought better of it as the fur on the back of Toby’s neck stood up and he snarled menacingly at Stan. It was as if Toby was saying keep away she’s my bitch now not yours.
Stan backed off very quickly, not wanting to tangle with Toby as Norma said, I want a baby but it seems you aren’t even capable of that.”
“Well I don’t.” He roared back at her. “I don’t want any kid stretching your cunt out of shape or sucking on your tits.”
Norma walked out of the lounge room and into the guest room followed closely by Toby; she locked the door to keep Stan out.
Sometime through the night Stan packed a bag and left. Norma didn’t know how long he was going to be gone. So the first thing next morning Norma packed all of her things and departed taking Toby with her.
Norma had tears streaming down her cheeks as she drove recklessly out of the driveway. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was going to do. She had plenty of her own money; she didn’t need any from Stan. Norma knew that the days of marriage were over forever. She knew that there were going to be some difficult questions to answer when she reached her parents farm.
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Nymphomania Part 1

I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm, when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the last thing I remember.