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Even though it is right in front of you, you don't always
see what's good for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a
couple of mine.
When I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the
street from us. Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact
that there was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older
than I am), we soon became inseparable.
The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy.
It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem.
Silently, I got up and put my boxers back on before heading to the
kitchen. The house was dark, save for the dim, flickering light
coming from the fireplace. I didn't turn on any lights, as moving
through the darkness had always felt natural to me, comforting.
Probably how cockroaches feel. Anyway, it was after midnight and I
wanted to get an early start on the new day's beer ration. As I drank
my beer, I thought about what I had just done with my buddy's
daughter. Yes, she was an adult, now, and yes, she had wanted this as
much as I had. But would either of those things matter to Jason? I
hoped I hadn't destroyed a friendship that spanned multiple decades.
I glanced at the caller ID on my phone, answered the call.
"Hey, Cap, what's the occasion?" I asked. The caller was
an old Army buddy of mine, Jason Lang. He made it to Captain, served
six and got out. I did the whole twenty before getting out. We stayed
tight throughout it all, us and a few of the guys from our old unit.
Jason went back to college, got his master's in Political Science and
was elected Governor seven years ago. Talk about riding a meteor.
That was a hell of a victory party, what I remember of it, anyway.
When you're hungover for three days, you know it was a hell of a
party.
To lead into this
story, as a reprise, Chastity has fallen in love with her elderly
father. Her sister - in - law has performed a very informal, (yet
spiritual), marriage for the two as this type of incest is not
allowed. You witnessed the consummation of the marriage and now we go
to part three.
The Next Day Aftermath.
The next morning,
Prudence and I sat on pillows at the kitchen table and broke fast.
Grace had left to take care of both Emily's and her children. Emily
made a large breakfast that we ate in silence. We finished clearing
the dishes and looked at each other.
My father stood up
and smiled at all of us kneeling before him.
"Daughters,
what is your duty," father asked?
"To obey you,
father," we replied in unison.
"Prudence,
Stand!" My sister stood at my father's command and awaited his
assignment. My father walked over to her, touched the bonnet on her
head and then her cheek. "You will go with your two eldest
brothers, Thomas and Mathew."
Prudence
and I were at a loss on what was going on. My Mother knew. With great
dignity she walked to the crucifix with the wooden man's penis
embedded in it and stepped on a small stool. She stepped over it, her
legs straddling the cross and took a deep breath. She slowly impaled
herself on the wooden penis. I could see her biting her lip and
closing her eyelids as she pushed herself down onto it.
My
name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious
community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our
religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most
main stream religions view us as a sect at best.
Our
main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe;
I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.
Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.
I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.
My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.
One of my favorite things in the World is beautiful women dressed in their
dirndls, which is the traditional, female dress of Bavaria and Austria.
The women look amazing in their dirndls with pushed-up breasts showing
ample cleavage, whereas guys in lederhosen look a bit silly really,
sorry lads.
The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college
not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I
could about life and have some serious fun.
I had started my long break by visiting my Tante
Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me
to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my
life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human
sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.
I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a
whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month
and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been
cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to
explore the world, well northern France at least.
"Jack, I think it's so sweet you are taking the girls
out."
My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for
my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out
for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it.
"It will be good to get you out of the house and they
will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my
mom in Austin."
I
had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive
who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of
school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a
beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a
pool…the American Dream.
Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot
chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my
grandfather’s irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me
which I didn’t normally possess. I put my arm around this hot,
blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah,
and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”
October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was
blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in
my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic
Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying
wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the
awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with
other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life
itself.
I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench.
Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of
what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and
couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world
come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect
introduction.
We talked for almost an hour and I found myself laughing at
his lame jokes. Though he did a pretty good job at laughing at mine too. After
we hung up I felt wonderful. He had laughed at my favorite lawyer joke: How
many lawyers does it take to shingle a roof? He had made a few guesses, and
when I gave him the punch line: It depends on how thin you slice them. He
laughed, then continued to chuckle as we talked. I felt so good knowing I had
entertained him. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time.
I woke the next morning lying beside a man who wasn’t
my husband and felt good about it. I didn’t feel a bit of guilt as I
looked at him. I’d done two, one-night stands in my life and wasn’t
excited with what I found next to me in the morning. One of the reasons I had
sworn off drinking before meeting my husband. The amazing part was, I
didn’t feel a bit horny at the moment and wondered if that was going to
be a problem–would he want more from me now?
I sat sullen, depressed, on the park bench in the early
evening watching a man playing catch with a boy, probably his son. I was
fingering the pistol inside my shoulder bag, my finger on the trigger. I closed
my eyes to start the silent count one…two…
Wham! I was startled, my fingers closed reflexively in
response, including the finger on the trigger. I heard a loud bang inside my
shoulder bag. I looked down and saw the bullet hole just above the brown
leather bottom. I pulled my hand out of the bag and found it was trembling, my
heart pounding in my ears.
In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in
Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my
senior year.
I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn t really
expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I
barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish
religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18.
“Hi, Andrea!” Sunny called, waving as the small, brunette
girl entered the room, walking briskly to her seat.
“Are you feeling better?” Lindsay asked.
It was a fair question. The last time they had seen her was
at the end of class yesterday. When the period had wrapped up, she was still
dazed and limp, totally mind-fucked in the aftermath of her overwhelming
climaxes, and being cradled in Chris’s arms.
“Of course.” Andrea snapped, her cheeks growing bright red.
“Okay, everyone open your textbooks to chapter three,
please.” Miss Banks instructed, waiting as the students all pulled out their
books and flipped to the page. “As you all can see, this chapter will be
covering sexual positions. A few examples include missionary, cowgirl, or doggy
style. Today, we’ll be going through a few various positions, and I’ll be
having you demonstrate them in pairs. Does anyone want to go first?”
Samantha groaned as she recognized the bubbly, happy voice
immediately. She looked up and confirmed her guess as Sunny skipped into the
classroom. Samantha didn’t exactly get along with Sunny. The blonde’s
happy-go-lucky persona and perpetual cheerfulness made her nauseous. Still, the
girl didn’t seem to get the hint and refused to leave her alone. She sighed as
Sunny noticed her sitting at one of the desks and waved, bouncing over to her.
“Samantha!” she said. “You’re in this class, too?”
Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a
wicked grin at him.
He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from
fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to
fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only
just begun.
New Year s resolutions weren t usually Martin s thing.
He had enough experience to know that people s good
intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had
to do something.
2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid
restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November,
Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.
