Consider two questions to ask yourself. First, have you ever wondered what might have happened had you taken a different street or walked the same street at a different time? Second, have you ever looked at someone and literally drooled thinking how much you would like to rip off their clothes, run your hands all over their body, and then fuck them until you both screamed in total ecstasy! I’m not talking about the celebrity starlet or movie hunk type, but rather of real people like you and me. Of course you have. All of us have thought about those questions at one time or another. We wonder what if because most of us were too scared to take action.
Regarding the first question you chose what you chose, and there is no going back, but it is fun to wonder what would have happened. Regarding the second question we almost always manage to restrain ourselves from such activities. Face it, if you are a man and do such an act without the person’s permission it is considered sexual assault and you end up in prison. The prospect of becoming some big guy’s bitch with his cock up your ass is not a pleasant thought, and is a very high price to pay for a fuck no matter how wonderful the man or woman was. On the other hand if you are a woman such an act is considered very brazen and could result in you getting fucked in ways you did not plan, and if you do it to another woman it again is considered sexual assault which can land you behind bars with your head between some bull dyke’s legs licking her lips.
In my life I have had two experiences that to some extent addressed both questions. The first time I was not the drooler, but rather I was the target of someone else’s desires. Now I am by no means anything spectacular; maybe nice, okay, or at a stretch moderately handsome, but no where near the “drop dead I want to fuck you silly” category. I was never aware of anybody thinking of me in that way until Patti; a girl I met in of all places an elective religion class while attending a small Texas college. (What can I say? I needed an easy A, and this was on the accepted list.) She was cute with long blond hair, blue eyes, and an okay figure. I didn’t know her name and in fact had never spoken to her, but that changed early on a Sunday afternoon.
The Cowboys were on when someone knocked at the door of my one-bedroom garage apartment. I opened the door and there she was with her hair hanging loose, pleasant smile, eyes shining, and wearing a knee-length coat and flats.
“Hi, may I help you?”
“Hi, I hope I’m not disturbing you. You’re in my “Marriage and Family” class and I need some help if you have a little time.” With a movement of my hand I invited her inside; what else would I do with a blond on my doorstep asking to visit me.
“How may I help you?”
She stood facing me in the hall in front of two doors. To her left was the living room and to her right was the bedroom. The look on her face changed from beaming to very coy and seductive: “Actually, this has nothing to do with school. Ever since the beginning of the semester you are constantly on my mind. I can’t take my eyes off you, and I think about you all the time. I know you don’t see me that way, but I’m hoping I can change your mind.” She said all this while slowly unbuttoning her coat.
“This is all I’m wearing. In a moment I’m gonna take it off and fuck you till you drop. The question is do you want to do it here, in the living room with the Cowboys, or on the bed.” She shrugged her shoulders and the coat fell to the floor revealing a very nice body; slim, trim, with curves in all the right places.
As a gentleman I of course averted my eyes and immediately asked her to please put her coat back on so we could discuss this issue further. Yea, right! If you believe that you also believe the Pope is now practicing Judaism! I did what any 20-year old hormone machine would do. I abandoned the Cowboys, pointed toward the bed, and began ripping off my clothes to get beside her before I awoke from the dream.
It was not a dream. The girl was a fucking machine. She fucked me ever which way you can imagine. That afternoon I took her pussy from the front, back, and both sides. In later adventures she willingly gave me her ass and arranged sexual experiences involving other people including a few occasions with her, other girls, and large dogs. It was truly astounding the diversity of deviant sexual activities that went on in that small, supposedly conservative, Bible-Belt town in central Texas.
A major accomplishment that first afternoon was removal of my name from the list of “Pussy Eating Virgins.” With great care and determination Patti positioned my head above her dripping cunt telling me to lick her until she was dry then she pushed my face into the hairy juncture of her legs (At that time a shaven pussy was not the style.) That was a first, but every woman who has shared my bed since has benefited from that experience because I like eating pussy.
The experience with Patti was interesting, but she is not the main event of this narrative so to shorten the story let me summarize. I fell deeply in LUST, we married, had kids, and went through a very messy and painful divorce. It turned out she was a manic-depressive who became a compulsive over-eater, and who drove almost all her family from her life. I saw her a few years ago and it appeared she had grown four or five of her previous size bodies into one skin. The woman was beyond fat; she was morbidly obese in the 500 to 600 pound range. I know some very nice obese folks, but she is not one of them.
That was my almost story, but there was a time when the dream became reality. She was 25, just graduated from law school, and entering the prime years of her good looks. That latter criterion is a tad shallow and does not adequately describe this beautiful creature. She was an athletic 5’6” tall with a figure most men would grasp at in a second. The woman’s butt was tight and round and her 36C tits stood high on her chest. Her face was angelic highlighted by deep brown eyes, dark auburn hair, and her sun-bronzed skin was smooth and flawless. In a word to me she was beautiful; much too beautiful to walk upon the streets of our planet.
I did not feel that way when first I laid eyes upon her because then she was a mere child of six or seven while I was twenty. She was the daughter of some friends, and at the time while she was beautiful it was in that little girl manner. Her parents were very attractive, but their appearance gave no hint of the beauty that would emerge when the child became a woman. Now almost twenty years later she had developed from a child through the gangly colt years of puberty until at last she had blossomed into adulthood. She was an emotionally mature and physically perfect woman who was aware of her sexuality; a predator on the loose in search of ways to satisfy the sexual needs she had kept repressed while she remained in her parent’s home. You might think it strange she continued to live with her parents through undergrad and law school, but it was one way to keep the student loans to a minimum; besides she was in an attached flat with a private entrance.
I was in the city on business and I decided to go out for an afternoon walk. It did not make any difference where, but on a whim I crossed the street to Brown Avenue and headed south. In less than a block I saw her familiar face coming my way. It took a moment, but as I watched her walk toward me, and despite the years, I knew who she was. I knew her and could not believe what she had become. The woman was beautiful beyond words.
Woman, I can not continue to just refer to her as the woman. Her name is Alyson Katherine O’leary, but most of her life everyone had called her Kitty. To me she was Alyson because that is how I knew her as a child.
Body erect, head held high, and hair blowing in the breeze Alyson walked past me without any sign of recognition. Why should she remember who I was; but even after all these years I remembered her, and had I not remember her it would not have changed for a second the impact she made on me. If it were not for my Jockey shorts constraining my dick I would have had a visible erection right there on the busy sidewalk as I turned to watch her walk away.
