A Word From the Author
None of this is real. It's all fiction. We need to be positively clear on this. What I've put into words about each lovely lady is nothing more than one's man's own sexual fantasies. The real life female celebrities depicted in these stories are all very nice ladies. I love and respect them all. They're also sexually appealing females, and I love them for that as well. Some might even call it lust, my reason for writing a sexually explicit story about each.
I only ask the ladies not be offended by how I've depicted them in our graphically explicit tales of debauchery. Please take what I've said as compliment to your loveliness and that I have nothing but the utmost respect for all of you.
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Story One
Lesbian Loving For Debra, Amy and Pat
The year was 1998. The summer day started with three attractive women from Long Island going clothes shopping at a mall in New Jersey. One of those women was
Pat MacDougall, the fifty-eight year old blonde-haired mother of one of the other women.
The two married housewives accompanying Mrs. MacDougall were Amy Barone, her forty-year old daughter, as well as, Debra Barone, Amy's same age sister-in-law-in-law, a petite, but shapely redhead who's married to Newsday sports columnist, Ray Barone. Blonde-haired Amy is married to Ray's brother, a New York City police officer. At three in the afternoon, they were on their way back home when Pat spoke from the back seat.
"I have to take a pee!" the mother said to the driver who answered quickly. Amy knew they were in a terrible neighborhood.
Stopping right then was NOT an option.
"Can't you hold it, Mom? This isn't exactly a great place to stop."
Amy was right. Stopping in that section of town was NOT a very good idea. There were a lot of factories and very few places where one could relieve ones self if it became totally necessary. It became necessary.
"But, I really gotta go!" the mother stated emphatically and Amy responded to her poor mother's plight. She got off the highway at the very next exit and drove around looking for a clean place to pee. Hopefully, it would be a clean gas station, or maybe even a clean diner where they good grab a much-need cup of coffee. Amy got neither. Instead, she got a bar.
After driving almost up to the door, the three women studied the place for several minutes before Pat stated she couldn't wait a second longer.
"If I don't go in there now I'm gonna pee right in my pants," she pleaded with her daughters, so they all got out of the car as quickly as they could and made their way through the front door.
When the three women entered the bar, everyone turned their heads to stare at the two nicely built housewives leading the way. Following close behind was the also shapely mother. No one stared at Pat just yet. Even though she was an attractive fifty-eight, she was still an old woman to the younger women at the bar. At this point, all the attention was directed at the two younger, nicely built housewives. And why wouldn't they be? Both the younger women were wearing short skirts and tight blouses to show off their nicely well-built bodies. The mother, however, didn't go totally unnoticed. Before the day was over, someone at that bar would think very highly of Pat's still shapely body.
But first . . .
Debra felt very embarrassed by the leers and wanted to leave as quickly as she could. Something in the place didn't feel right to her.
"Amy, I don't know about this!" she said, feeling all the gawking eyes as they stood by the door near the end of the bar. It was time to go to the bathroom and get out of there as quickly as they could. Amy knew that too.
"Er, excuse me!" she said to the grinning barmaid. "Can . . . can you please tell us where the ladies room is?"
"Sure, cutie pie!" she said with a sly grin, her eyes staring right through Amy's tight blouse. "It's over there just past the pool table," she said before telling them the bad part. "It's kinda small, hon! Only room for two cute ladies at a time."
It went without saying that it wasn't quite what they wanted. One of them had to wait at the bar while the others used the bathroom. Yet, Amy didn't dwell on it. She just sat on a bar stool and waited for her sister-in-law and mother's return. As she did, Debra and Pat moved to the ladies room as quickly as they could. Even though they could feel everyone gawking at them, they didn't stop until they were safely inside the ladies room, the room that for some strange reason didn't have a lock on the door.
At the bar, Amy couldn't help noticing the odd look she was getting from the barmaid. It was almost as if she was staring right at her real nice breasts. For a moment, Amy was sorry she wore the real tight blouse, the sexy silk one that showed off her big tits much more than she wanted.
Everyone was gawking at them like they liked her being there. By everyone, Amy meant the female patrons at the bar and both the female barmaids. That's when she realized why these women liked the arrival of the two well-built housewives and their nicely built mother. There were only women at that bar. No guys, just women.
Inside the small bathroom, Pat did her business quickly and was washing her hands while Debra did what she had to do on a toilet not hidden inside a stall. Unlike their private homes, this wasn't a place for private peeing. That being said, Pat didn't wait for Debra after washing her hands. She left Ray's wife alone on the toilet and went back outside.
A few minutes later, two of the women patrons walked in on her. "Well, lookee here!" one of them said. "The little honey with the real nice titties is all by her lonesome."
Debra cursed the fact she also had a big chest. Terrified, she turned her head to look up at this woman who was much, much bigger than her.
Being only five foot two, the Amazon standing over her was almost a foot taller. With no effort at all, she lifted Debra up by the arm up off the toilet seat.
